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John snorted in response, his words coming out a little muffled due to the toothpick nestled between his lips "Now, Aunt Pol, we all know hell will freeze over before Tommy so much as thinks of doing anything about his boyish crush on his beloved sweetheart." He teased from his spot beside the board. With this contribution from his younger brother, Tommy finally directed his gaze away from the street (albeit quite unwillingly) to glare at his brother who revealed a thinly veiled smile.

"Well," Ada adds once she walks into the shop, leaving her place from the table in the kitchen "he better get on with it since I heard she's got a man wanting to properly pursue her."

The shelby family looked at Ada all at once and she stopped nibbling on her toast to send them a baffled expression "What?"

"Where'd you hear that from, Ada, love?" Arthur asked as he and John shared a knowing look.

"She had me over for tea yesterday, talked about this handsome man she met during work who's bought her flowers in an attempt to woo her." She says dreamily and Polly shakes her head with a smile on her face, lightly swatting her shoulder and flicking off ashes from her cigarette.

"And?" Tommy supplies impatiently when she doesn't continue, instead nibbling on another bite from her toast.

"'And’ what?" Ada retorts back, a smirk on her face at aggravating her older brother.

"Was she 'wooed'?"

Chuckles erupted in an instant at the way Tommy had phrased that, the way he mockingly emphasised the last word— and no matter how piercing his death stare was, his family remained unperturbed, laughing at him and his quite apparent jealousy. He sighs at last, the ghost of a smile hovering over his lips. He was aware he acting ridiculous (read: petty) but that mattered very little to him at the moment.

"In all honesty," Ada says after sobering up from her fit of giggles "I reckon she's bloody well warming up to him, so do with that as you wish."

“Just don't kill the poor man, Thomas." Tommy only rolled his eyes at his aunt’s unnecessary warning.

Tommy was reasonable, he wasn't going to kill him... at least not an unprecedented.

Around two days after the conversation with the Shelby family regarding Tommy’s sweetheart, Ada extended an invitation to you on behalf of them to attend a big celebration for the success of the business seen only a couple of months after it's opening. The invitation included a plus one which Ada encouraged you to use for the new man in your life.

"Come on it'll be fun, besides you'll get to see what he's like when he's drunk." Says Ada as she holds your hand in hers "It's never bad to know how a man acts when he's drunk."

"That's true," you nod, expression turned contemplative "but what about Tommy? He'll be there, no?"

Ada smirks in return "What have you got to worry about Tommy for? He's seen you with plenty of boys running after you."

"Ada!" The younger girl received a slap on her hand but she merely smiled, albeit a little mischievously.

"You've got nothing to worry about, love, Tommy's a grown man, he will be fine." She shrugged “And if he's not then that's not your problem... unless he makes it." Ada winced apologetically but then shook her head. You rolled your eyes and waved a hand in dismissal.

"It's not him I'm worried about, it's me." Ada's expression shifted into one of concern but also curiosity and she urged you to continue explaining with a nod of her head "I do like James, he's been nice and sweet but what if I go to the pub and speak Tommy again after so long and realise I'm still very enamoured by him?"

Ada let out a snort and you retracted your hand from her hold, a pout settling on your lips as you looked at the girl disapprovingly "Ada!" You chided again.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just you said James was 'sweet and nice' and Tommy is neither of those yet you might still be taken by him." She covered her mouth once more to stifle a giggle.

You pursed your lips at her "Your brother can be sweet and nice in his own way, Ada."

She shrugged her shoulders at you "Whatever you say," She surrenders before placing her forearms on the table again "this just makes going to the party all the more important, you'll either end up leaving with Tommy or James, your call."

You groaned at the implication of her words and felt yourself flush, covering your face with your hands as you mumbled "Whatever, yes, I'll go."

And that is how you found yourself in the infamous family owned pub with James by your side, smiling jovially at Ada and Polly who greeted him much better and more kindly as compared to John and Arthur who glared and sized up the poor man. You chose to ignore the two dunces (and you meant that entirely affectionately as you loved the Shelby’s).

"Congratulations!" You say with a tight-lipped smile, eager to walk off for a drink sooner than later "Where's the man in charge?"

"Oh, he'll be late," Polly supplies, already pulling out a cigarette to smoke "got caught up with some business but we'll be sure to let him find you when he's here."

You quickly raised your palm "Oh there's no need!" you smiled sheepishly and the Shelby's glance at you with concealed amusement "Just wanted to say congratulations but seeing as he's not here, I'll extend them to you once again on his behalf, congratulations..." You nodded before grabbing a hold of James’ forearm "We'll be getting some drinks, have a wonderful rest of the night!"

The Shelby family chuckled and raised their glasses in cheers when you glanced back at them as you settled onto the seats of the bar to order drinks and you returned a smile before focusing on james once more.

"They're a lovely bunch, aren't they?" James laughs and you take a sip of the alcohol that was presented to you rather quickly by the barman.

"Not the words often used to describe them," you giggle in response "they're gangsters but they are quite alright, grew up with them and all."

You watched James from the corner of your eyes in anticipation. You expected hesitancy, for his body to shift, find an excuse to leave but he just leaned slightly forward in curiosity.

"What was that like? Growing up with them?"

A smile broke through your blank expression and you grabbed his arm to lead him into a booth where you spent the rest of the night drinking and chatting away, getting to know him better than during any lunch break spent with him at work.

It must have been hours later when Tommy finally stepped into the pub, ridding himself of his cap and coat by hanging them onto the coat rack standing in the designated Shelby compartment. When he turned his head to the side he found his brothers seated "Good night, lads?" Tommy asks with a nod of his head as John and Arthur laugh over their glasses of alcohol, cigars held carelessly between their teeth.

"Bloody good night," Arthur smiles widely, handing Thomas the new bottle from the table for him to drink from, forgoing a cup. Tommy accepts it with an amused soft laugh and John cheekily smiles, and with a laugh he adds "An especially good one for our sweetheart!"

Tommy pauses mid gulp and furrows his brows at his younger brother who expands on it by sipping more whiskey "Second booth from the wall," he nods outside the room, prompting Tommy to exist with the bottle still gripped by his right hand.

Tommy's eyes flit over Ada and Polly who giggle, sipping from their glasses and he looks to where their gaze is focused to see you chuckling at something a random man said to you, a finger coming up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear as he whispers something into it, pressing soft pecks as well.

"Ladies," Tommy greets with a clearing of his throat and a serious expression, standing beside the women of his family seated at the bar.

"Tommy," Polly greets, pulling her hand away which was occupied with both a clove cigarette and a glass of gin "nice of you to finally show up..."

"Nice indeed, Pol!" Ada snorts, enjoying Thomas' expressionless face as he chugs from his bottle.

"Care to join us, Tommy?"

"Yeah, dear brother, we have an amazing view!"

Tommy takes another swig of his Irish whiskey, rolling his eyes at them he responds with a "Fuck off" but he sits beside them nonetheless. The three Shelby's sit with their eyes trained on you and your date, watching as you converse and laugh.

After a short while, Polly and Ada leave Tommy to continue his “creepy stalking” according to Ada and dance with random men instead, moving along to the jazzy tunes playing in the golden establishment.

He swirled the contents of the bottle around his tongue savouring the taste of it. For Tommy did not care for the bitter alcohol lingering on his tongue, it tasted much sweeter to him than the sight of his first love smiling brightly at a man who was not him.

He finally set the bottle down and stood up when he noticed the man accompanying you move his hand from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you closer to him so that he could press his lips against yours. Tommy’s heart dropped to his feet and he couldn’t stomach the sight anymore as the alcohol tasted almost poisonous in his mouth at this moment. He had to do something or he was going to be sick. With fluid yet commanding steps, he easily broke through the dancing crowd and stopped just by your booth. Hands in the pocket of his trousers, as he stands with his figure commanding attention and respect, per usual.

He calls your name in his typical deep, raspy, gruff tone. You instantly pull away from the man, scooting away from him as you turn to look at Tommy with an expression as though you’d been caught red-handed. He looks down at you with a blank expression but you know better than that, at least you should, his eyes betray him as he stares at you deeply, hurt flashes in them but you don’t notice it, not in your inebriated state.

"Tommy…" You breathe out, fixing your hair properly as you greet him. You tried to sober up but all the alcohol you’d been drinking during the night caused a small hiccup to escape your lips and Tommy notices your flushed cheeks from the booze and the ambiance "Congratsss…" you attempt to say but you slur the word and a giggle follows shortly after. You were clearly tipsy.

"Right, I think you've had enough celebrations for today." Tommy’s gaze travelled to the man who is most likely a light weight judging from the way he’s turned red and looking dazed as he turns his attention from you to the Shelby. The latter nods his head towards the door in an action that commands James to 'beat it' but he only scrunches his face in confusion, unable to fully comprehend what is going on. This elicits a rather sassy eye roll from Tommy who decides that it might all be easier if he takes matters into his own hands.

"Come on, love, I'll get you home."

"But I wuz—" Tommy’s hands grasp your elbows as he stands you up and steadies you when you stumble a little, feeling light headed all of sudden when his piercing blue eyes are inches away from your own. "Hullo," you whisper innocently, nose bumping into his.

Tommy, despite himself and his very serious demeanor whispers 'Hi' back in a soft tone. He pulls your coat that was hanging on the booth and fixes it onto your figure, making sure to close the buttons before grabbing your hat from off the table and placing it on top of your head "Let's go."

He notices you pout your lip when he grabs your bag, stepping further away from you in the process and Tommy fights the impulsive desire to press a kiss to them to make you feel better. He ignores James whose head has now fallen onto the table and is apparently snoozing as he leads you to the little room by the entrance to retrieve his coat and hat, his hand still holding onto your elbow.

"Leaving already?" Arthur asks, nursing his drink meanwhile John was knocked out on the couch, mouth open as he drooled.

"'e's forcin' me 'ome" You slur from your spot by the doorframe, leaning against it as Tommy gets dressed.

Arthur lets out a hearty laugh, alcohol spilling a little "You go right to bed, love!" He says, supporting his brother as he greets him goodbye.

"Alright,” Tommy appears by your side once more and wraps his arm around your shoulders, allowing your head to drop onto his collarbone “off we go now, love." you groan but let him lead you to his car regardless.

"I missed you, y’know." You mutter quietly once the cool air hits your face as he opens the car door for you, your back pressing against the freezing metal “’s like after the war, you didn’ wan’ no’in to do with me.”

Tommy paused, hand holding the car door open as he studied your serene face. You looked… fine but your slurred words sounded hurt. Tommy hated it when he made you hurt. He swallowed and with his free hand, he took a hold of your arm and helped you into the passenger’s seat “I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, so uncharacteristic of him as he tucked a stray curl behind your ear “I’m no good for you like this.”

A frown permeates your forehead, it is rather soft, like a miniscule annoyance popped before you which caused you to react. He knows you are barely conscious and that you probably will not remember this conversation tomorrow so his hand lowers to cradle your cheek, brushing his thumb gently against your flushed flesh “I’m so sorry, angel.”

You subconsciously lift your hand and hold his against your face, mumbling tiredly “I know.” Thomas almost startles, but instead he pats your cheek and releases you, watching your head softly knock against the head of the seat as you succumb to the sleep that has been fought off for a while.

He releases a sigh before buckling you in and gently closing the door, making his way to the other side to drive you home. The journey home was smooth, the so called “scary gangster” made sure to drive as slow as he could with minimal disturbances to ensure you continued to doze away while he got you home. He slowed to a stop once he arrived at the familiar house just down the street from his family home. Memories flooded his mind as he looked up, recalling all the times your mother would scold him for bringing you home with mud on your face and clothes, your brother would laugh from behind her as you glared at the little boy whilst simultaneously trying to defend Tommy (not that he needed it, your mother adored him)… It pained him to see the lights shut, the warm home being a ghost of what it was after the death of your mother a couple of years back. Tommy knew he was a bastard for leaving you alone to deal with the grief of your family but you never did blame him, despite him promising to take care of little Dani when they all got drafted—

You stirred in the seat beside him and he snapped out of his thoughts. There was no time to reminisce those gone, the war took away everything, even the living who returned. And so he turned off the engine, stuffing his keys in his pockets before he turned to you, he rummaged through your bag which he placed on the dashboard and retrieved your house keys. He exited the car, walking over to your side to unbuckle your seatbelt and carry you in his arms to your door. While still holding your sleeping figure, you nestled your face into the crook of his neck for warmth, Thomas slottled the key into its hole and turned it to the right as it clicked open for him. He ignored the warmth that seeped into his skin from your unconscious affection, choosing to instead focus on making his way to what he hoped was still your room. Luck seemed to be on his side because when he pushed open the door, he was met with the familiar sight of your cream painted walls, decorated with messy pink flowers that you insisted must be drawn on the walls when you were 5 (Tommy remembered dragging Arthur along with him to help your father out). He did not repress the small smile that bloomed at the memory, instead he tossed your bag on your chaise and carefully laid you on your bed.

Thomas stared down at you unsure of what to do now, you were still wearing your coat and heels which must be uncomfortable for you. He finally decided that he should probably strip you of them before heading back to the Garrison. With a determined knit of his brows, he got to work— Tommy sat you up gently, letting your head rest against his chest while his hands peeled off your coat. He let you rest back once more as he dealt with the buckles of your heels, smoothly unclasping the metal and popping it off her feet, setting them by your bed when he was finished. He looked at you once more, soft gaze following the soft breaths you took as you slept on your back. With a wistful sigh, he leaned down to press a kiss against the crown of your head to wish you a good night before leaving when all of a sudden you stirred in place, your hand reaching for his heavy jacket with a gentle grip.

“Stay.”

Your command was as mellow as your grip, almost imperceptible and yet Tommy felt the heavy weight of all the years of his yearning for you rooting him in place, lips parted and eyes wide as though he was his 12 year old self, blushing after you planted a kiss on his cheek before heading home. He found it extremely hard to do anything but comply and so he shook off his jacket along with his blazer and took a seat beside you on the bed, brushing your hair away from your face.

"You have no idea how much control you hold over me, angel." He whispers, watching you with adoring eyes as you snuggled into his torso. He kicked off his shoes and lied down on your large bed, adjusting so that you rested between his arms, with his arms slung around your waist and your hair wafting your shampoo into his nose allowing him the opportunity to smell the roses you were so fond off, he felt himself surprisingly drifting off to sleep.

You woke up with a fright the next morning. A screamed barrelled past your lips when you felt a body next to you in the space that was usually empty on your bed.

You had stirred awake due to the bright beams which appeared through the crack of your curtains. You stretched your arms out when all of a sudden, something solid materialised and you made contact with it. What you had failed to realise was that solid object happened to be a man you were well acquainted with. Of course, that did not register in your sleep-addled brain and so you did the only thing you could think of doing when dealing with foreign people in your bed. You screamed and pulled your pillow from behind your head and began to hit him with it.

“Get out, you pervert!”

Your scream and attacks startled Thomas out of sleep and his bleary gaze immediately found your own, his expression turned from fear (which he was accustomed to experiencing after being woken up with a fright) to exasperated amusement.

"What the actual fuck?" He grunted, grabbing the pillow from you and tossing it to the side to grab a hold of your wrists all while sitting up.

"Oh Tommy!" Your eyes lit up as you sat back on your feet “…What are you doing here?” You asked momentarily after, a little confused.

"You were drunk so I brought you back home, tucked you in and when I turned to leave, you told me to stay."

"Hmm." You hummed in response, getting off the bed “Sounds like something I would do.” You looked down at your fully clothed figure and then at Thomas and signalled between the two of you.

“We didn’t do anything, right?”

“And if we did?” Tommy asked with a hidden smirk, eyebrow cocked up in interest.

You snorted, moving around the room to gather your towel and change of clothes to take a much needed bath “I sure hope not, I’d hate for my first time to happen while I’m intoxicated.” You muttered playfully as you entered the bathroom connected to your room.

It appeared as though Tommy was still dreaming because you were gone in an instant, imparting him with the knowledge that you were still a virgin. He really does not know what is wrong with him but he needed to wake up before he headed back to the betting place, his job required a good head on his shoulders and he was quite sure that he was being delusional at the moment.

"You're still a virgin." He said the minute you stepped out of your steaming bathroom, his words almost like a declaration instead of a question. You are not too surprised to find him still seated on your bed, this time with a cigarette hanging from his lips, deep in thought.

"Hello to you too,” You humour him, the towel in your hand collecting the drops of water dripping from your freshly washed hair “Is that so surprising?” You ask in response to his statement, taking a seat in front of your vanity.

“’Suppose not.” He finally looks up from the floor to watch you through the mirror, taking a drag from his cigarette before blowing it into the air. His gaze travels from your face to your bare shoulders, drops of water clinging to them and your cleavage which he can sneak a peek of from your mirror.

“Don’t you have work, Thomas?”

He lets out a chuckle, close to a snort actually “You think I give a fuck about work right now? Besides, I’m the boss, it starts when I want it to start.”

You hum in response, applying your moisturiser to your face “That’s fair, I do however have to get dressed so—”

"What’s stopping you? I don’t mind." He leaned back, resting his weight on the palms of his hands as he watched you stand up to retrieve your articles of clothing from your cupboards and dresser.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission, Thomas.”

“No, but I’m used to giving it.”

You meet his gaze head on and purse your lips “So this is the Tommy Shelby everyone whispers about, huh?”

“Pleasure.” He drily responds, a nod of his head with his cigarette hanging from his lips looking so relaxed and in command causes you to scoff.

“Not sure if it is.” You retort and walk behind the divider that stands in the corner of your room. You throw your towel over it and pull on your underwear, tying your bra before dressing into your nightgown, stockings covering your legs.

"I’m sure it will be." The tension is palpable as his words linger in the room, settling around you like the smoke of his cigarette which he stubbed into the ground.

“What makes you think that?”

“I think,” he says, a small tug present at the corner of his lips “that’s what I’m good at.”

You bite back a smile eventually, a huff of air escaping your lips at his self-assuredness. He was right, he always was the “thinker” of the group “That did get you into fights often, you know?”

“It’s also got me a lot of what I’ve wanted.”

You cock your head to the side, arms crossing over your chest as you approach him “And what is it that you want?”

“You.” He says without pause, looking at you with a gaze so intense you almost fold “I’ve always wanted you.”

“And now?” You question, stopping in front of him to unfold your arms in order to reach a hand to his face, your finger caressing his soft yet sharp features, still your Tommy yet so changed.

“I still want you more than ever.”

Your hand holds his jaw and you lean down to press a kiss to his plump lips that look oh so inviting. It takes Thomas by surprise even though he has been craving it for so long. The feel of your mouth against his almost causes his heart to stop beating in his chest. Suddenly all white noise in the air disappears when your lips meet his. He does not even realise he stopped breathing until you pull away and he finds himself pathetically following your lips, lashes fluttering over his cerulean eyes.

“I’ve always been yours, Thomas,” You breath against his lips “It has always been you for me.”

Passion overtakes all of Tommy’s senses. He stands up and his arms immediately reach out for you, his hands hold your face and he crashes his lips against yours once more, addicted to the minty taste of your mouth. He presses you against the wall and you can’t hold back a moan.

“Say it again.” It was meant to come off as a command, however the desperation peeks through his words and it borders on a plea. He’s begging you to tell him you're his. Always have been, with nothing able to come in between you, not even a stupid war that took away your family and his light “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

He slips his tongue into your mouth the second the ‘s’ slides between your teeth, choosing to taste your words on his tongue instead. You grip onto the collar of his shirt, humming into his mouth as his tongue explores all the crevices of your mouth, eager to know what he’s been fantasising about for years, all within in the reach of his arm but so so far away in his mind’s eye. You taste the cigarette you became familiar with from a young age and find that it doesn’t bother you as much as you thought it would, in fact, the way it lingered on your taste buds felt delicious, probably because it came from Tommy and something you mostly associate with him.

He pulls away reluctantly to let you catch your breath, but not far enough as he indulges in pressing wet kisses along your jaw and down the bare skin uncovered by your clothes. “Tommy…” You sigh contently, head lolling against the wall as he sucks on a sweet spot right under your ear.

“Hmm?” You can tell he’s not actually listening to what you have to say, too occupied, too consumed with the essence of you, which… ultimately is good considering you have no clue what was going to come out of your mouth. You instead pressed his head deeper against your skin, holding him in place meanwhile his hands reached down to lift the hem of your slip upwards, revealing smooth skin which he so desperately wanted to mark. He wanted to leave a trace of himself on you and he was going to do it if that was the last thing he would do. His rough hands suddenly parted your legs to allow his knee to occupy the space between them, pushing you down onto his muscled thigh which in turn caused your breath to hitch.

You grasp onto the short hair at the top of his head and forcefully pull him away, looking down at his lust-filled eyes fluttering open in a daze, his pink plump lips glimmering with a coat of saliva, a mix of both your own and his, “I hope you’re not thinking you'll taking me against the wall.”

He seems to sober up a little, standing up straighter and fixing your clothes “Right,” he says with a clearing of his throat “it seems I got too excited.”

You crack a smile at that confession, tapping his cheek lightly with affection “There’s always time for that later.” You wink and his own expression turns light, a soft smile pulling at his lips. He suddenly plants both his hands on your bottom and hauls you up in his hold, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist for security.

“I’ve run out of patience, love.” He lead you straight to bed, spreading you on your mattress and resting in between the gap left “I need to feel you, all of you.” He said, no room for hesitance and you pulled his face into a kiss, the palms of your hands splayed against the clean-shaven cheeks of his face. His hands roam over your thighs, pulling you closer so that your core pressed against his own, feeling more of him than you ever have before.

“Take it off.” You ordered, biting his lower lip. His hands move in an instant, eager as he pulls off your gown. You raise your arms, assisting him with a giggle. His face moves to your chest to pepper kisses down till he reaches your abdomen before he goes back up the way to connect your lips once again. “Now it’s your turn.”

You work the buttons on his waist coat, then his shirt all the while he watches you with an amused glint in his eyes, patiently waiting for you to rid him of his white undershirt. He was surprised when you did not stop there however, “Up.” You commanded, pushing him off the bed and sitting up to watch him get rid of his trousers, leaving him only in his drawers. Your eyes trailed over his figure, landing straight on the tattoos and scars that never used to be on his pale skin dotted with freckles in the past. They were from the war you concluded.

“Come here.” You say softly, switching your position so that you were now kneeling on the bed, inviting Tommy to do the same. He complies, something he has come to find himself easily doing when it’s with you. You fingers trail over his toned body, brushing over his biceps and finding the scar on his back. You gently trace it, not asking the story behind how he got it but meeting your eyes with his. Your gaze is soft and sweet and Thomas almost finds himself choked up facing your gentleness, it seemed so foreign to him. It has been years and he does not know why he has denied himself this when he needed it so long ago. You ghost over his military tattoo, acknowledging its presence despite not liking what it represented. Loss, grief, heartache, death… but it was ironically perfect because all you could do was move "forward", on with life because it waited for no one. Finally, your fingers splay over his chest next, over the tattoo covering his left pec. You chuckle a little, recognising the lack of an important figure intended to sit in the middle of the sunrays… It was so in character for Tommy to reject God but keep the symbolism of the religion he grew up with.

“Done enough sight-seeing?” He asks with a tilt of his head, staring fondly at you.

“I suppose I have.” No sooner does that last word roll of your tongue does Tommy knock you back into the mattress.

“Good, it’s time I have my way with you.”

He undoes your bra without second-guessing, reaching for the knot below your shoulders and releasing it with a gentle tug. He takes it off, discarding it somewhere on the floor before lowering his face to latch a nipple into his mouth, a hand coming up to tug at your free one. Your breaths turn shallow at his touch, legs wrapping behind his back as you arch into his mouth, wanting more.

His unoccupied hand slides down your tummy to meet the waistband of your cotton panties, meeting the lacy material. He slips a finger and pulls the elastic, pausing the swirling of his tongue to ask “Can I?” You strain to look up him, your head content on lying on the mattress but you nod down at him regardless, a soft plea tumbling past your lips.

“Please.”

He rolls off your panties down your thighs, then down your calves till he’s ridden you of them completely leaving you bare before him, completely nude for him to feast his eyes on. He sits back, looking at you with his pupils blown, barely any of that cornflower blue you’re so fond of peeking through, too consumed by desire and admiration “Beautiful...” He says quietly, more to himself than you. Heat flushes your entire body and you beckon him over with your hand on his shoulder.

He returns to hovering over you, lowering himself to press a soft kiss to your lips to distract you as his large hands glides down your right thigh before finding the centre between your legs. A gasp slips out when you feel him slide a finger, collecting your arousal and then placing his middle and ring finger on your most sensitive area, your legs falter at the touch from where they are bent on the mattress. He only bites his lip as his fingers take on a circular motion, watching and enjoying the soft moans that resound in the room at his ministrations.

“Tommy,” you whine and he shushes you by slipping in his middle finger, feeling more slick coat the digit and he grows tenser. He gulps as you writhe in front of him with the addition of his ring finger, the palm of his heel aiding his efforts in watching you come undone before him.

Your hips alternate between bucking into his hand and pushing into your bed, too overwhelmed by the pleasure coming from his touch but you do not back down, not when you feel too good from just his hand and you tell him as much “Don’t stop—”

Except he does stop when he feels the first squeeze around his fingers, a cruel (in your opinion) smirk on his face when you open your eyes in a huff “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Making sure you finish in my mouth.” He states and you falter, looking at him with a confused expression.

“What?” You ask, trying to make sure you heard him right but Thomas is a bastard and hates repeating himself so he only lifts you by the waist, sets you on your pink pillows and settles in between your thighs with his head diving in without out warning, licking a stripe up before swirling around. Your protests die the instant you feel his tongue and you instinctively spread wider for him, hand coming to keep his head in place because you’ll be damned if you don’t take Tommy up on his pearl diving skills.

He keeps you spread with his forefinger and middle finger, tongue focused on your clit meanwhile his fingers pump in and out of you at the same time. Your sanity slowly deteriorates as your senses are just full of him, mind empty, only thinking about good he’s making you feel.

“Thomas, I swear to God if you stop I will do what France has failed to do.” Your words are intended to be a threat but Tommy doesn’t know how seriously he can take you when you stop in between your words to catch your breath and let out tiny whines. It’s adorable though, so he decides he’ll play nice because this isn’t the first time someone has threatened to kill him, at least this time he knows it’s because he’s bringing his girl to her high.

Your legs almost shut around his head and suffocate him when you first begin to feel your orgasm approaching, Tommy actually wants to let you do it but you catch yourself at the last minute and hold onto his cropped hair instead (you really ought to get him to let it grow a little—), focusing on your pleasure as your vision turns black with sprinkles of white appearing. “Tommy, I’m—” he hums into you, his tongue and fingers turning rougher and you can’t hold back the mewl as you clamp down on his fingers, your hips jerking as you finally come. He releases his fingers, pops them into his mouth to clean it off before discarding his briefs.

You open your eyes, unfocused as you try to come back to your senses as you look at him. His intense gaze meets yours , you nod at him knowing what it is he wants. He can’t help the smile that graces his face and plants a kiss on your knee before parting your legs for him to fit snugly in between, the back of your thighs touching the front of his. One hand grips his length, you lower your hips to meet him as his slips in inch by inch.

Your immediate reaction to the intrusion is knitted brows, your eyes shut as he finally bottoms out after what you felt was an unnecessarily long time. You gulp when he hugs you, settled deep in you as you both wait. Tommy’s mouth hung open the entire time as he felt you engulfing him with your wet walls, head going light from this entire experience. You felt divine. He could almost cry, feeling you wrapped around, so snug and perfect…

“Move,” he says through gritted teeth, his voice cracks right by the pulse in your neck when he adds on “please, I need to feel you move.”

You throw your arms around his broad shoulders and rock your hips, prompting him to finally meet you in the middle, helping you find a rhythm against him. It does not take long as you work on the perfect symphony together, almost as though orchestrated by a brilliant maestro the way he moves into you, hitting all the right places while he pushes your knees up to your chest, ensuring he’s hitting deeper and you’re feeling all of him.

Thomas almost feels ashamed at the quickness with which his climax approaches, and he screws his eyes shut, tensing his jaw as he wills himself to hold out for longer but damn the way you feel when you pull him closer and kiss at his cheeks and nibble on his ear. You’re the virgin here, not him, and yet he’s almost emptying his balls out to match their record time. He groans and clears his throat as he tries to collect himself to tell you “I’m not going to last much longer.”

Your response chokes him when he feels you squeeze around him, he pulls his face away from over your shoulder to look down at you with an almost offended expression which turns exasperated when he sees your lazy grin “Oh so now you’re a minx?” His hand moves from your waist to your cheeks and he squishes them “Just you wait, love.” He spills into you after a few more thrusts before stilling, still nestled deep inside you.

You attempt to sit up but his hand stops you by firmly pushing you down, splayed over your sternum “We’re not done…”

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