“heads you can have the yard. tails, i fuck your daughter.”
upon waking up one morning, you find your house empty, save for the gangster in your kitchen, tommy shelby.
nsfw, loving in bed but kind of a jerk out of it, p in v, smut, porn with plot, lots of writing before the smut starts so slowburn?
author’s note: this is based on season 4 episode 2 when aberama tries buying charlie’s yard, except he takes tommy up on his wager instead of turning it down.
also, i’m thinking about writing a jonathan crane fic next. i just found the voice lines from cillian murphy voicing him in the batman begins video game and AGGHH i have to write for him.
i love tommys old man glasses
you got out of bed, combed your hair and brushed your teeth as if it were any other day. nothing special.
you went along down the hall, expecting to see your sisters, your father, someone. but when you got to the kitchen you had stopped in your tracks. a man sitting at the dining table reading the paper, who was indeed not your father.
he looked noticeably older than you, with sharp features and a sharper gaze. intensely blue eyes that lifted from the paper and looked at you from behind round lenses. the sunlight drifted from the window, scattering its golden hues on the tile, touching everything in its wake but him. the sunlight seemed to scream away from him, like ants to a poison trap, like oil to water. two things that just don’t mix well.
you had seen the man before at a pub, when you had been on a night out with your girls. he had been so chivalrous, quiet and intimidating, but albeit chivalrous. you had attempted to pick him up as a matter of fact.
“you busy tonight?” were the clever words you chose. to which he responded with a glance beneath his hat and a brief silence.
“ah, yes i am. with my wife, miss gold.”
you had wanted to crawl into a hole and die, ashamed you hadn’t noticed the band that adorned his left ring finger.
you hadn’t seen him since.
what was he doing here? you had heard tales of the shelby men and the peaky blinders. they were cruel, brutal. killing and taking whenever they pleased.
he noticed your entry, took off his glasses and stood. padding over to you with steps that you could practically feel thudding in your heart. your heart. god, it was racing. out of fear? maybe. but you couldn’t think. not when he leaned down to look at you.
“y/n.” he spoke in a voice smoother than any whiskey you’d ever had, slipping down your ears and burning into your mind in a much similar way to the first time you had the amber liquid, burning and stinging in its unfamiliarity. you felt your knees go weak. with all the strength you could summon you whispered to thomas, “where’s my family?”
his eyes flickered around your face, and he stood up again, crossing his arms. “they’re safe. don’t worry.” you remained quiet for another moment. “what’s happening here, mister shelby?” he turned around, padding over to a china cabinet that used to be your mother’s before her death. “call me tommy, y/n. i told you, everyone’s safe. calm down.”
“well what on earth do you want with me?”
tommy stood before these men at charlie’s yard, men in which he hired to take out one of the italians at his throat. aberama gold, a brilliant hitman, his crew too. but with his brilliance came an ego…
he stood, cocky and grinning, “how much for the yard?” he raised a brow. tommy and arthur remained stoic. “it’s not for sale, mister gold.” tommy replied coolly, reaching in his pocket for a smoke. “i think i’ll take it anyway. consider it a part of the deal.” tommy lit his cigarette and blew a puff of smoke, almost wanting to laugh at abbie’s words. “this yard has been in the family since we’ve settled.”
abbie paused. there was a silence. then tommy’s voice boomed out, “charlie!”
ah, charlie strong. as loyal as he was hardworking. a right ol’ geezer who ran the yard well, a man tommy had known all his life. charlie came running in past the crates, standing a few feet apart from aberama’s crew. the small heath fog hung heavy around the men as the situation developed in its silence.
“i’ll tell you what, mister gold.” tommy reached in his coat, and out came a coin between his calloused pointer and thumb. “we’ll leave this to chance. we flip for the yard.”
aberama chuckled. and tommy continued, ignoring the gesture of disinterest. “heads, you can have the yard. tails..”
aberama paused, his grin suddenly gone. “i hear you have three daughters, mr. gold. i hear y/n’s the oldest, and the prettiest. i’ll have her.” he stayed quiet, clearly mulling the options.
tommy tossed abbie the coin, and he caught it with a steady hand. “you do the tossing.” in aberama’s moment of fear and uncertainty, he sighed, placed the coin on his thumb and into the air it went.
time seemed to slow as the men watched the coin fly. up and up, spinning, and then down and down again, back onto aberama’s hand. he flipped it on the back of his other hand and looked at it, staying silent for a moment when,
“well what on earth do you want with me?” silence. “tommy?” you added sarcastically. “watch your tone, love.” he spoke, unbothered. you sighed as he took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag. “father doesn’t like people smoking in the house.”
“well your father isn’t here is he?” he raised an eyebrow, turning to face you again. he walked back over to the kitchen, sitting at the table. you remained standing at the entrance to the hallway, but found yourself walking over immediately when he gestured you to follow him.
you walked over and sat across from him at the breakfast nook, feeling exposed by his gaze. chilling blue eyes staring you down, as if they unraveled every part of you by doing nothing more than looking.
“i’m here because your father lost a bet, y/n. would you like to know about the terms of this bet?” you nodded immediately. “yes, i’d like to know why a dangerous gangster is in my house at nine in the morning.” he gave a humorless chuckle, unamused and stoic.
“he wanted charlie strong’s yard. now, you know charlie strong, eh girl?”
“yes, i do. i pass it on walks sometimes, across the bank.”
“right. so you should know that charlie’s yard is important to me. especially when your father tried to purchase it from me. and that cocky bastard, he demanded the yard be his upon me rejecting the idea. proposed it become a part of our, recent deal.” he spoke very quickly, softly and rather smooth, just like before.
after a brief silence you spoke. “that’s atrocious, i’m sure my father wouldn’t be so daring as to demand anything belonging to a shelby.” you chuckled.
he shakes his head. “you underestimate your father. even the most daring of men sometimes lack in cunning. so, to ease him, i suggested, a coin toss.” silence. “coin tossing?” you asked.
he reached in his coat and pulled out the very coin, the worn silver resting in his fingers. “heads,” he turned the coin, the side in question facing you. “he gets charlie’s yard. tails,” he turns it in his fingers again. “i fuck his daughter.”
silence. you couldn’t think. fuck, how could your father ever agree to such a thing?
“do you know what face the coin landed on, miss gold?”
a chuckle left your lips. unlike yours from before, now, more like tommy’s. stoic and stone. “i thought you were married.”
he curled his fingers around the coin, clutching it in his palm. “my wife is dead.”
“i-i’m sorry… i didn’t know.”
“it’s okay, y/n. not your fault.” he hesitated. “but that night, i had a close eye on you. i wanted you safe and you got the wrong message.” he raised an eyebrow. “a young woman like you has no business in an establishment such as the garrison.”
you stayed quiet for a moment. “i know, i don’t frequent the pub very often, that was a one time event-“
“hey, it’s all right. no need to worry. but you know what’s gonna happen by the time i leave this house, don’t you?”
you paused, retreating into your own mind now. from the very start you had wanted tommy. in your mind he was already so far in the past, given how you had never again spoken to him after the garrison given his marital status.
one part of you was excited by the idea, the strange proposition he made with your father that assured you he too had wanted you in some way.
but then there was another part of you who was utterly repulsed by the idea of being thought of as a business transaction, something that was gambled over in a shipyard.
you felt that second part had logic, but it lacked something the first one didn’t.
the second one wouldn’t result in feeling tommy shelby’s hands on you, his soft breathing and his hips rocking deep against yours. a connection you both had craved with the other for so long.
you looked down at the wood of the table in front of you. as much as you hated the thought, if you said no tommy would probably do it anyway. he was a murderer, a brutal gangster.
you lifted your gaze to meet his, finding his icy gaze never left your face. you gave a nod.
you whispered against his lips as he laid you down, one of his large hands already palming your tit through the thin fabric of your nightgown.
“it’s alright, love…” his voice once again reminded you of the smoothness of whiskey, the burn now lingering in your ears pleasantly, and sinking down to pool low in your gut as his lips moved against yours.
his hand moved from your breast to your waist, tugging lightly at the nightgown you wore as he moved his other hand to the same position. his tongue traced the seam of your mouth, eliciting a moan from your own throat as your lips parted and your tongues met.
he began to bunch up the fabric of your nightgown, slowly pulling it up your body. you broke your kiss for him to pull it off over your head. he let out a low groan as his eyes landed on your bare chest, leaning in and taking you nipple in his mouth while he palmed the other one.
you sighed at his touch, followed by a whimper that embarrassed you deeply. but you could feel his flashed smirk against your tit. he lifted his head and rested his chin on your chest to look up at you as he shrugged off his coat and threw it aside. your hands lifted to unbutton his white undershirt hastily, fumbling with the fabric.
he let out a low chuckle and brought his hands to do the unbuttoning, quicker and more fluidly. you gave a sheepish laugh, cut off as his lips were back on yours, but for only a moment until you took the white shirt completely off. you traced your fingers over the sunbeam tattoo on his pec, feeling the hardness of his skin as he leaned over you again, his muscular arms taking your wrists and putting them over your head.
he looked down at your face for a moment, eyes running over your features, intently scanning. this moment felt separate. you could’ve forgotten about everything else, even the bareness of you both as your eyes gazed into his cold ones. but right now, they felt anything but.
“y/n…” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
he let go of your wrists with one hand, still keeping them pinned with the other as his now free one trailed down your body, pausing to run his thumb over your hipbone, stilling as his other hand palmed the plushness of your thigh with a low groan from him.
the hand on your hip lowered and hooked into the fabric of your underwear, and pulled them down your thighs.
you helped kick them off and he leaned back to pick them up, lifting them to his nose for a moment and letting out a low groan, but not before pocketing them.
you bit back a smile, and he returned it.
“what’s so amusing, love? hm?”
he leaned back over your body and spoke in your ear, making you laugh gently.
“oh, nothing.” you answered, turning your head so he looked at your face and not the side of your head.
he gave another one of his low smooth laughs as he pulled his trousers down, discarding them and pressing his hips flush to yours, the thin fabric of his boxers being the only thing separating you.
your eyes wandered his face as you reached out, thumb slipping beneath the waistband and pulling them down. you leaned in and kissed him softly as he kicked them off and lined his cock with your entrance.
it burned slightly as he sank in partially due to the lack of prep, making you gasp against his lips. he stilled, inside only just past the tip. he reached down to palm your tits again, hoping it could serve as some distraction to the burn of him stretching you.
he continued to sink in, breaking the kiss once he had bottomed out. your breathing was already slightly labored by now, feeling like you could just cum with him above you like this.
“agh…” he moaned out at his first slow thrust, making your breath catch in your throat. the burn had simmered out mostly by now, and began to fade into blinding pleasure even from his small thrusts.
he was so careful it made your heart ache, and your clit even more. you could tell he tried his hardest to be gentle with you but you didn’t want him to hold back. you ran a hand through his hair, sighing in ecstasy as you moved his head directly in front of you. your eyes locked and he stilled inside you.
you kissed his cheek gently, and then his lips. soft and gentle. your message must’ve gotten across because he once again began to move, his hands sliding to hold your hips.
he let out a pitchy sound against your lips that sent a wave of dizzying need through you, moaning and biting harshly on your lip as he moved faster.
he tugged on your lip with his thumb, giving a subtle shake of his head. he cursed under his breath, his head falling forward on your shoulder while he moved faster.
you gasped out, feeling the head of his cock brush against a spot in you that made you see stars. you clawed at his hair, whining shamelessly.
“please, tommy… i-i can’t… can’t take it!”
you were forced to speak in gasps between moans, barely able to hear yourself over tommy’s rhythmic grunts. “s-sure you can love… fuck, almost there sweetheart, s’ perfect…” his smoother than whiskey voice sank deep in your ears, making you whine sharply.
well, maybe it was his hand now rubbing your clit in tight circles.
but as that rumble of his voice sank down your ears it went lower, lower, suddenly very aware of the arousal in your gut getting tighter, and tighter.
and tommy felt it too. you could tell by the way he fucking whimpered over you, ramming into you with each thrust.
and then, tighter, and it snapped, the white hot orgasm crashing over you and simmering throughout your body in immeasurable pleasure. you cried his name, back arching as he groaned.
“fuck. fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” was all tommy could think, stilling his hips and removing his hand, grinding against your hips and pushing himself impossibly deeper until he whined your name, twitching as he came
you gasped as he filled you, your hands tightening their grip in his hair, whispering his name like a mantra.
he gently kissed the words off your lips, making them fade into a satisfied hum. when he broke away he cupped your face.
you two stayed like that for what felt like quite some time, you gazing into those cornflower blue eyes as if there was nothing else. but in those eyes something changed, like a switch had been instantly flipped.
he pulled out, showing no care as you winced. he then stood, and dressed himself and left you laying on the bed fucked out and confused.
as he pulled on his coat, he sighed and turned around. he saw your confusion and hurt, wanting to roll his eyes and turn, but couldn’t. he gave you a curt nod.
“well, i suppose i’ll see you around if your father ever tries buying any more of my shipyards.”
he spoke in an attempt to joke, but all you could manage in response was a distant nod. “ah, yeah… see you.” you spoke in a drone, running a hand through your hair.
if you knew any better you would think he felt bad for you, judging by that last glance he gave you as he turned on his heel, and left.
“tell your father i say hello!”
he had called from the foyer. and that, indeed did make you fall back on your bed with a giggle, kicking your feet in the air.
later you showered and tidied, awaiting the return of your family from wherever tommy had sent them while you two were busy.
and upon entering the dining room, you found something on the breakfast nook.
a small card, labeled “shelby company limited”, with the business number and address scratched out, a personal one being written in hand just beneath the name “thomas shelby, CEO”, alongside a pair of circular lensed and wire rimmed glasses that sat undisturbed on the table.
a smile tugged at your lips.
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