The Blog That Saved The Day

In all truth, the four of you - Felix, Jisung, Seungmin and yourself - had gotten a bit drunk, just hanging out after their dance practice ended. You'd just been waiting for Felix, really, but somehow it ended up being the four of you and a couple of beers. Even Felix indulged in one, which surprised you, as that was usually not his thing. But it was all in good fun.

However, even with the light buzz of the alcohol in your system, the question left you flustered. Even though it wasn't completely out of the blue, as Seungmin and Jisung were just having a discussion about the best sex position, you still hadn't expected the question directed at you.

In one smooth motion, Felix squeezed your thigh where his hand already rested, catching your attention. He gave you a look, you don't have to answer, not wording it out loud as he knew you could make up your mind for yourself. You didn't need his input, but he still let you know he was there.

You eyed the table for a moment, cheeks hot whether from the beer or the question or both, you weren't sure. You and Felix hadn't exactly been intimate yet. Your relationship was still new, and you both agreed you'd take it slow, build up your connection more, even if you were already completely infatuated with each other.

What you hadn't let him know yet was how desperate you were to take that step further. And what you didn't know was how he felt the exact same way, but didn't tell you in case it put unnecessary pressure on you to do something you weren't ready for.

Oh, he had no idea.

You chose not to feel awkward about the question, didn't feel embarrassed about the lack of sex you'd been having. It was a choice and one you were completely fine with. "You'd have to ask Felix."

You decided to give the ball to Felix, to let him decide how much he wanted to tell his band members about your nonexistent sex lives. You took another sip of your beer, glancing over at him.

The corner of his mouth twitched up as he ran his thumb across your inner thigh. You almost spat out your beer at that, tingles spreading all throughout your body. Sometimes you weren't sure he knew what kind of effect he had on you.

Felix put his hands up in defence, his eyes dark under the dim light. "A man... doesn't kiss and tell."

He laughed at the groan Jisung let out, while Seungmin only smiled, taking another sip of his beer in quiet amusement.

Later on, when the dorm was quiet, Jisung having left and Seungmin gone to bed, you were brushing your teeth with Felix after changing into your pyjamas.

You couldn't help but eye him, still a little tipsy from the beers and admiring his features more than usual. From every day that went by, you just seemed to fall more and more in love with him.

When you both got under the covers and Felix kissed you goodnight, expecting to fall asleep, you grabbed his wrist gently to catch his attention. "Lix," you whispered, biting your lip, hesitating.

He raised an eyebrow in the darkness, his features calm and relaxed. He could sense your hesitation and turned his face fully towards you, urging you to continue by making sure you knew you had his attention.

"Yes?"

You pursed your lips, looking into his eyes while your heart raced in your chest. God, why were you even freaking out about this? It was just Felix. But still, you felt vulnerable having to say the words out loud. The couple of beers you had consumed gave you that extra confidence to speak.

"You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should take our relationship a little further..." You bit the inside of your cheek, waiting for his reaction. He looked a little confused. Even though he tried to understand you, he needed you to be a bit more specific. So you let out a small breath, somehow speaking even lower than before. "You know... more than making out."

He stilled a little, you could feel it, and it immediately made you overthink, silly as you were.

"Not because I don't enjoy just making out! I know we said we'd take it slow but... I'm just... really... horny."

He was quiet for a moment before he let out a soft, genuine laugh, leaning in to kiss your forehead affectionately. You had no idea how much your confession had made his heart clench with adoration. He didn't even know how you could say something like that and still be so cute.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm, are you a little drunk, baby? If so, I'd rather have this talk tomorrow. Not that I'm not listening; I certainly am." He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Your face warmed at his response. I mean, you were a little tipsy, but this had been something that had been on your mind for a while. But even through your stubbornness you could see his point; it'd be better to bring something like this up when you were completely sober and sure.

You pursed your lips. "Yes, I'm a little tipsy... but this has been something that's been on my mind for a while, seriously! I mean, of course only if you're ready, too. To take things further." You made your voice clearer this time, making sure he understood this was more than just the beer talking.

And he did look a little more thoughtful this time, a small glint flashing in his eyes. Thinking about finally taking things further with you made his own desperation rise up and his cock twitch in his sweatpants. But he remained calm, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone.

"Alright... If you're sure you're ready, then so am I. I just don't want to pressure you," he said honestly, and before you had the chance to speak again, he continued, "But we'll still talk about this tomorrow, okay? Get some rest, angel."

He pulled you to his chest, and you definitely didn't protest. He was nice and warm and, well, the beers were making you quite sleepy. You hummed, sinking into his embrace and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to the familiar feeling of a nose nudging against your neck and hair tickling your skin. The faint sound of Felix's soft breathing filled your ears along with the chirping of birds outside. You had the window slightly ajar these days, seeing as it was getting hotter outside. It was a peaceful atmosphere to wake up in.

You felt surprisingly refreshed, but was less surprised by it when you checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already afternoon. You'd slept for so long... but it had felt so good. And it was Felix's day off, so for once it was allowed.

You looked down at him when he moved and realised then that he was already awake, greeting you with a smile on his face, his hair showcasing how well he'd slept. At least half as well as you.

"Good morning, angel," he said, his voice a delicious raspiness that somehow made it even deeper. You'd never not enjoy waking up to that.

You smiled back, forgetting all about your phone and instead nuzzling into his warmth, counting the freckles on his face. "You're the angel here... Why didn't you wake me? It's so late now, and it's your day off!"

You didn't want to spend all day in bed with him when it was his only day off in a while... Though maybe that's what he preferred, seeing as he worked so hard these days.

He stretched out, the action making it hard for you to hold back your cuteness aggression towards him. He rubbed his eyes, rolling over to lay on his back.

"I only just woke up, right before you," he explained, reaching over to cup your hand in his as he checked his phone. He'd probably only just mustered up the energy to do so.

You lay there, just basking in the afternoon light while Felix answered some messages, quietly holding hands. After a while, he put his phone away and focused his attention on you again, resting on his side.

"Do you remember what you told me last night? Before we went to bed," he asked, waiting for you to meet his eyes.

You didn't for a moment, feeling a little sheepish now that it was morning, and you weren't as confident as you had been last night. But he somehow always found a way to make you immune to embarrassment when it came to expressing yourself.

"...Yes."

"Do you still mean it?"

You met his eyes then, still soft, still gentle as they always were. There was nothing in them that told you not to be sure of your answer, and so you were. You were sure of what you wanted.

"Yes, I still mean it."

He nodded, rubbing his chin as if lost in his own thoughts for a moment, "You're sure?"

You let out a small chuckle, your lips curling upwards at his questioning. Oh, you were definitely sure. "Yes, I'm sure, Felix. The only thing stopping me would be if you didn't want to take things further."

He nodded again, still rubbing his chin, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Gentle, not rushed, not letting you in on what was going on in his head. Just the same sweet Felix as always.

Then he pulled away, meeting your eyes. "Then... can I go down on you?"

He looked almost relieved to utter the words, his eyes big and boba-like, and he was nearly pouting. What you hadn't known all this time was how much he'd been thinking about it; finally eating you out. Sure, having sex with you was on his mind a lot, too, but there was nothing quite as arousing as the thought of finally tasting you. He already knew you'd taste exquisite, no doubt there.

Your mouth formed an 'o', a little taken aback by his question. Or rather, his face when he asked it. He looked so innocent, and he was, in your head, innocent. But then the memory of him beneath you while you were making out with him on his lap flashed before your eyes, the small whimpers and touchy hands despite how much he tried to hold them back. Then him having to use the bathroom ten minutes after you'd decided to stop, because he was still so hard in his pants, but would never vocalise it - wouldn't want to rush you.

Truly, you did not understand how much of a pervert he actually was. Not yet, anyway. He was good at hiding it.

He let you process his question because he knew he was being forward, but he didn't take it back either, didn't rush you to answer. He let it hang in the air for as long as you needed.

You swallowed the lump in your throat that had kept you from speaking, all shy eyes and lip-biting.

"Yeah, that's- I mean, if you want to..."

"But do you want me to?"

You glanced at his lips, thought of his tongue and how it'd feel on your cunt. Fuck, you wanted it. So much. "Yes. Definitely."

Felix smiled, his hand snaking down to your thigh to pull you closer and move himself between your legs. You couldn't see it from this angle, but he was already embarrassingly hard at the thought of eating you out. He'd been thinking of it all morning.

He squeezed your thigh. "Then can I taste you now, baby?"

His voice was deeper, clouded by the arousal he felt already, infecting you as it sent a thrill between your legs, where he was posed up. You nodded, watching him as he shuffled backwards on his knees until he had both of his arms hooked under your knees, face so close to your clothed core already. It was a little intrusive, but you just about held back the urge to hide behind your hands.

His thumbs rubbed over the part of your thighs that wasn't covered by your night shorts. "Say it out loud. I need to hear you say the words. Tell me I can have a taste."

His coaxing, almost pleading words made your core throb with need. Just the way he looked up at you from between your legs had you aching for more.

"Please, Lix. Put your mouth on me," you breathed out, almost unable to fully get the words out.

His smile would've been almost reassuring had it not been for the obvious excitement on his face, his fingers slowly tracing upwards until they reached the hem of your shorts.

Slowly, he slid them down your legs, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, making sure you felt safe. But once your panties were on display for him, he moved his gaze there, almost moaning at the sight of the soft cotton material.

"God, you're so beautiful. I can't wait to make you feel good, angel. I've been waiting for so long."

His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subconsciously pulling you closer to his mouth where his hands held you in place. Your legs tensed up when his tongue darted out, rolling along your soft skin, followed by the gentle nibble of his teeth, marking you.

Feeling his mouth so close to your core and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your thighs made your cunt sob for more. But it was even worse when his face got close enough that his nose nudged against the fabric of your panties while he pressed kisses to your thighs, until he at last pressed a kiss over your sopping cunt. You let out a small whine, laying your head back against the pillow, because watching him do that was making you lose your mind.

He mouthed at your panties, wetting them more than they already were from your arousal, letting out small moans against you. The vibrations made pleasure bloom where you needed it most, your legs closing together around his head on instinct.

"Lix... mm- feels good," you hummed, trying to keep your voice down. You felt a little embarrassed when you made any noises, already overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, even if you had been wanting it so badly.

He continued to mouth at you through your panties, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the material, imagining the real deal beneath it. His grip on your thighs tightened only when you were about to squeeze his head completely, gently pulling them apart again.

"Then keep your legs apart, okay? I want to take my time with you," he hummed, meeting your eyes for just a second before putting all of his focus on your cunt again. He looked almost mesmerised, hungry. And when you saw that look in his eyes, you chose to shut up and lay back down. You wanted to see him get carried away, like he seemed to have been wanting for as long as you.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your legs and exposing you to him fully. He hummed, gently placing your slick underwear beside you on the bed before lying down on his stomach, face lined up with your cunt.

He licked his lips as he took you in, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs before using his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. You felt shy under his hungry gaze, but you stayed still, wanting to see what he would do.

After looking at you for a long moment, he finally put his mouth on you, his lips softly pressing against your wet cunt, almost like he was making out with you. You hummed, shutting your eyes for a second as you took in the feeling of his soft lips on such a sensitive part of your body.

He moved slowly at first, just kissing you there at his own pace before licking a stripe through your walls. You squealed then, hand reaching down to hold onto something. His hand came up, meeting yours without taking his mouth off of you, gradually gaining a pace with his tongue shoving into your cunt.

You bit your lip to try and silence the sounds that threatened to escape you, squeezing his hand while your hips bucked up for more. He let out a low moan against you, slurping up everything you gave to him, getting lost in the taste of you.

"You taste so good... so sweet..." he mumbled against you, his hair brushing against your thighs as his head bobbed slightly. You whined at his words, only to be broken off by a moan when his free hand reached up and his thumb pressed tight circles over your clit.

You cried out then, not even aware of your whimpers and moans as pleasure overtook you. You were so close to coming, it was embarrassing. It had just been so long since you'd been touched, even by yourself, and all this built-up tension with Felix left you so sensitive and desperate.

"A-ah, Felix..! I'm so close-" You interrupted yourself with a shuddering moan, squeezing his hand tighter as he continued to thrust his tongue into you, and his finger kept moving so flawlessly against your clit.

He groaned at your reaction, grinding his hips against the mattress as he had been doing since he got comfortable there. His cock ached in his sweatpants, leaking pre-cum that would surely stain them. But he didn't care. He needed more of you.

"Cum for me... Please cum... Let me taste it, please baby." His words were muffled against your cunt, but it didn't matter once you finally felt your orgasm wash over you.

You let out a broken whimper, eyes rolling back as your hips twitched against his face. Your hand moved from his to grip his hair tightly instead, tugging lightly at the strands. He kept licking over you, using his mouth to its best ability while he felt your walls gush around his tongue. He sucked up the arousal and cum you gave to him, licked you clean until your legs twitched around his head from overstimulation.

He pulled back, completely out of breath, your slick lining his lips as he looked up at you. You met his eyes almost deliriously, still coming down from the high he just gave you. A smile spread across his face at the sight of you, unable to help himself as he let out a small chuckle. He moved to rest on his knees between your legs again, kissing you with your slick still on his lips.

"I'd ask if you felt good but... given your sounds, I'll assume the answer is yes," he spoke lowly against your lips, teasing you a little. You whined, but didn't really care all that much - not when he'd just made you feel that good.

"Was I that loud?"

He thought it over, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's just hope Seungmin isn't home."

Before you could think on that too much, like he knew you would, he lay down on the bed, looking over at you with an almost expectant smile.

"Come here, baby."

You looked at him for a moment, aware of your half-nakedness now that the orgasm had washed away, before scooting over to him. He placed his hands on your hips, settling you over his lap while he got comfortable against the pillows, like he hadn't just eaten you out so obsessively seconds ago.

You could feel how hard he was beneath you, his cock poking up through his sweatpants right against your bare cunt. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively grinding down against him, to which he stilled your hips with a pained groan. Your brows furrowed slightly.

"No, baby... I just want to focus on you right now. Sit on my face," he practically moaned, hands already trying to manoeuvre your body upwards.

You were almost a little disappointed that you wouldn't be able to feel his cock after waiting for so long, but you decided to let him run the show. After that orgasm, you'd just about give him whatever he wanted.

He could sense your slight disappointment even as you crawled up towards his face, chuckling at your reaction. "Come on. Be patient, hm?"

You nodded despite your heart's desires, moving to straddle his face instead. It felt vulnerable being in this position above him, but you didn't really mind - that was until he started pulling you impossibly closer to his face.

Your hips twitched, unfamiliar with the change of position, how he tried to make you sit down on him fully. "Lix, this is fine. I don't want to, like... crush you."

Your face heated up when he chuckled, his hot breath fanning your cunt, enough to make you squirm. "You won't crush me. Just sit down. Trust me," he urged you, placing a kiss over one of the marks he'd left on your inner thigh.

He held a firm, comfortable grip on your hips, before moving his hands down to your thighs as soon as you found the courage to sit on his face. He wanted to keep you there, in case you lost confidence, too desperate to have you like this to risk you pulling away for even a second.

Your hips stuttered the second his mouth was on you again, already managing to be as wet as before and even more sensitive after coming once already. His tongue started licking you again, rolling against you first and then letting his lips envelop your pussy lips.

You were already moaning again, closing your eyes in pleasure and then taking in the sight of him eating you out from this position. Your fingers found his hair once more, tugging on the blonde strands when the pleasure became too overwhelming.

He kept you there, held still against his face as he got lost in the taste of you. He was sure he was seeing heaven at times, his hips grinding against the air uselessly while his nose nudged against your clit.

Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, unable to help how your hips seemed to chase his mouth, grinding against his face and throwing your head back.

You could hardly understand Felix when he spoke against you again, only focused on how the vibrations of his deep voice affected you, "So good... just like that... ride my face..."

And you did, whether on purpose or not, it didnt matter, because the pleasure had consumed you now. You weren't in control of your own body anymore, chasing the second orgasm that threatened to blow over you.

"G-gonna... gonna cum again- Felix!" you sobbed. The shred of dignity you had left tried to move off of him, but his hands kept you locked in place, mouth moving to suckle on your clit, letting you smother his face.

You almost fell over, riding his face as you came all over it. He caught your cum with his mouth, slurping it up just like before, like he had been parched for weeks.

You were a panting mess above him, eyes shut and head thrown back, still overwhelmed with pleasure even when his mouth pulled back for air.

Truthfully, Felix had been almost suffocated by your thighs and your sopping cunt. But he'd done it to himself. He didn't care about the lack of air as long as he had your cunt on his face. He panted beneath you, gauging your face from where he lay as he caught his breath.

But once he'd gotten enough air, and you still weren't over the orgasm, he went back in. I mean, your warm pussy was still right in his face - so tempting, almost begging for his attention. He just had to.

You practically flinched when his mouth met your cunt again, the only thing holding you steady being his hands that kept you in place. You tugged on his hair, like that would make him stop, but he only moaned against you at the feeling, the vibrations almost making you cry.

"F-Felix..! Felix, s-stop-. I-it's too much!" you choked out, body heaving as your knees gave out beneath you. You lost your balance and had to settle for holding yourself up against the mattress as Felix continued his assault on your cunt.

"Just one more... one more, baby... you can do it..." Again, his words came out muffled against you. But even if his mouth wasn't buried against your cunt, you weren't sure you'd be able to comprehend his words anyway with the waves of pleasure currently crashing down on you.

High-pitched sounds of agony or pleasure or both left your mouth, out of your control, and you weren't even fully aware of it, too far gone. Your hips twitched and thighs ached from the position he had you in, but all you felt was your next orgasm closing in on you, swirling around in the pit of your stomach.

The corners of your eyes stung with tears, barely able to catch your breath as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you. But it was much more intense than before, your body tensing up as you came.

"L-Lix! Lix-! C-coming..!"

Felix groaned beneath you as you came, followed by even more of your juices when you squirted, soaking his face. Just then his own hips thrusted into the air, and at the feeling of your cum hitting his face, he came too, moaning against your cunt before pulling away to catch his breath.

It had been all he needed - he should be embarrassed, really, to have cum in his pants like this. But he wasn't - far from it. He didn't need anything other than being stuck between your thighs like this to get him off.

You hadn't even noticed him coming, gasping for air yourself, unsure of your surroundings as you crashed onto the mattress. Felix released your legs then, looking over at you to check if you were okay. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face as he rolled you onto your back, rubbing your sides affectionately.

Even with his face still dripping with your cum and his sweatpants soiled, he needed to check on you first.

"Hey, baby. Are you good?" he asked softly, watching as you still tried to catch your breath.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you could just about manage a nod and a quick look at his wet face. You groaned. "Did... did I seriously squirt on you?" You would've been more embarrassed if he hadn't just completely wrecked you.

He chuckled, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, you did. It was amazing."

You groaned again, but he didn't pay it much mind, leaving for the bathroom instead. He came back with two glasses of water and a new pair of sweats for himself, his face dry now. And you were a little more conscious, to say the least.

"Thank you," you said when he handed you the glass, sitting up a little to drink from it. He kissed your cheek in response, taking a sip of his own glass before standing up to change into the sweatpants.

Your eyes widened, having just noticed the dark patch on the crotch part of them, making it obvious what had happened while he was busy pleasuring you. He noticed your staring and felt his face heat up despite himself. "I couldn't help it when you were moaning like that and... well, I think I'm gonna have to make you squirt like that every time. It was too good."

Somehow you were the one with a hot face now, and chose to drink from your glass to spare yourself the embarrassment. Even then, you found it hot how Felix had gotten off to pleasuring you. You surely didn't mind it.

He changed into the new sweatpants with his back turned to you, and you couldn't help but check him out from behind, enjoying the view for the few seconds it was there.

He sat down on the edge of the bed once fully changed, grabbing a wet cloth off the nightstand you hadn't even noticed before. You still felt a little delirious, that much was certain. He carefully spread your legs, wiping down your inner thighs and then your sensitive cunt, making sure you were fully clean. Once done, he set the cloth aside again.

You were both silent for a moment before he spoke up quietly, "It wasn't too much for you at the end, was it? I'm sorry if I got a little carried away..." He cleared his throat, his eyes not meeting yours for a second as he rested a hand on your waist, a silent comfort.

You managed a small smile, placing your hand over his before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed, kissing you back instantly, cupping your cheek. When you pulled back your eyes met his, still glistening from the aftermath of your intimacy.

"It was perfect. A little overwhelming, but I really enjoyed it, Lix. Did you?" You felt like you already had the answer to that but you were just making sure. You had to ask.

"Are you serious? That was the best thing I've ever done." His eyes widened enthusiastically, his hand clasping yours. You both just smiled at each other for a while, giddy about the new step in your relationship.

His phone dinged then, where it lay on the nightstand, and seeing who it was from, he grabbed the phone off the table. A small wince escaped him, scratching the back of his head before showing the text to you.

"Somebody isn't as happy as us, that's for sure..."

You looked at the text from Seungmin, grimacing at the screen;

but right now you weren't having fun at all.

nanami slowly leaned in. his hot breath hit your ear, making you shiver. "you look spooked, sweetheart. you okay?" he said, and he sounded dangerously protective. "y-yeah, i'm fine," you gulped, trying not to look at him. "it's just super hot in here."

you noticed nanami lookedup at higuruma. for a while they just stared at each other in silence, and then this slow, knowing grin spread across both their faces. that look made your knees go weak. higuruma took his time taking off his jacket. he did it slow, eyes locked on yours, and tossed the expensive thing right on the dirty floor.

"what a shame," he said, rolling up his sleeves and showing off those strong forearms. "maybe we should talk about your behavior."

before you could get a single word out, nanami's heavy hands landed on your waist. he pulled you back, pressing you into his hard chest. "you've been waiting for this the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered into your hair. "teasing us so much."

"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," your voice shook, and your heart was thumping so loud they both definitely heard it. hiromi stepped even closer. his hands hit your thighs, bunching up your skirt. "oh, trust me, you know exactly what we're talking about."

they literally crushed you between them, and you felt the burning heat of their bodies. nanami grabbed your chin and pulled it up, forcing you to look at him. "i think it's time to teach you a lesson."

he didn't let you scream — his mouth covered yours in a demanding kiss. he kissed you deep, filling you up with himself, while hiromi went for your neck at the same time, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. your head started spinning and reality started to blur.

nanami pulled back from your lips for a second and then with one sharp, confident move he grabbed you by the waist. before you could even gasp, you were up in the air. he held you there, making your legs spread wide and hooking your knees over his arms. now you were basically hanging on him — your back pressed against his chest, and you were completely open in front of both of them.

your short skirt rode up to your waist, leaving you in just thin panties. nanami went back to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and cheek before sliding down to your neck. meanwhile, higuruma slowly unbuttoned your blouse, button by button, and as the fabric parted, he started biting your chest, making you arch in kento’s arms.

"wait— mmnh! hiromi..." you gasped, "there're cameras in the elevator... maybe we should go..."

"don't worry 'bout that, darling," nanami laughed low and soft, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "don't you worry your pretty little head."

hiromi finally threw your shirt open and slowly moved down with kisses toward your stomach. "just enjoy what we're gonna do now, okay?"

he got down on his knees, and you felt his hot breath scorch your delicate skin. he didn't rush. first, his lips barely brushed the inside of your thighs, leaving light, almost weightless kisses that sent an electric charge through your body. you felt nanami tighten his grip on your knees from behind, locking you in the air; you literally couldn't move.

"look how wet she is. perfect," hiromi rasped, looking at how the slick glistened on your already damp pussy. "you wanted this, didn't you? for us to see how much this little pussy leaks when it's needy?"

"n-nngh!... hiromi…" your moan drowned in the quiet hum of the elevator as he lifted two fingers and unceremoniously stretched your folds apart to fully expose you. at first, he just teased you with the tip of his tongue, short and wet strokes. you felt him lick away the drops, smacking his lips, savoring your taste.

"mmngh! haah! please…" you jerked in nanami’s arms, but he just held you tighter against his chest. "hold on, sweetie, we're just gettin' started," he whispered in your ear, and at that moment, he started to slowly rotate your hips in circular motions.

those circles made you literally rub against hiromi’s face. you felt the stubble on his chin, his nose pressing into your already swollen clit, and his tongue going right into your soaking pussy. wet, obscene sounds echoed in the cramped elevator.

"haah! more… nngh!" you weren't in control of your sounds anymore, gasping with pleasure. "oh yeah," hiromi growled, not pulling away for a second, "you're so sweet. i'm gonna lick you dry 'til you start beggin' us to stop."

his pace picked up. he went rougher now. hiromi didn't tease anymore. he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it hungrily like he’d fuckin' die if he didn't.

"a-ah! hiromi! nngh-aa!" you screamed, throwing your head back on nanami’s shoulder while he kissed your cheek, holding you in place, and your cry echoed through the tight cabin.

hiromi’s tongue went deep between your stretched folds, licking everything inside, while the two fingers he’d managed to shove in kept roughly stretching you, opening every millimeter of your tender flesh for his mouth. loud, squelching sounds of your pussy and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the elevator.

"mmm, look what you're doin' to us," nanami kept rotating your pelvis, forcing you to grind even harder onto hiromi’s tongue. "you wanted this, didn't you? walkin' 'round in front of us in those skirts that show off your ass?"

"haah! mmngh… ahh! more… more!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore. the man behind you didn't give you a second's break — his palm covered your mouth, muffling your next moan. "hiromi, please… mmmngh-ah!" you broke free from nanami’s hand, and your moans got louder. "yes! right there! ahh-h!"

nanami pulled his hand away from your face only to sink into your lips, catching your next whimper. "stick out your tongue, baby," he whispered, and you obeyed before you could even think. "come on."

as soon as you parted your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeked out, nanami let out a low growl and bit into your lips. he captured your tongue with his lips and started sucking on it, slow and greedy. "mmmmmfff!.. kento!... " you moaned right into his mouth, feeling your whole body tighten like a string.

nanami sucked your tongue rhythmically, like he owned it, making you gasp for air. meanwhile, higuruma, feeling your reaction, stretched your folds even wider and sucked on your clit with twice the force. "mmmngh... most perfect sweet pussy. gonna eat this little swollen clit up."

your sounds turned totally incoherent, becoming a solid stream of moans and ragged breaths mixed with whimpers. nanami pulled away from your tongue for a second, his whisper brushing right against your lips. "good girl. hear how loud you're bein' for us?"

your body was stretched to the limit, like a wire about to snap. nanami kept dominantly sucking your tongue, cutting off your oxygen and making you choke on your own moans while his hips rhythmically rotated your pelvis, grinding you into hiromi’s face. you thrashed convulsively in kento’s arms, feeling everything inside tighten into an unbearably hard, hot knot.

higuruma, feeling your orgasm coming, stretched your already swollen folds with his fingers until it almost hurt, and for the last time, sucked your clit in as deep as possible, licking it frantically. a loud, dominant squelching filled the cramped elevator.

"a-a-ah! kent— oh god, i'm gonna... mmmngh-a-a-a!" your scream broke into a rasp as the first wave of orgasm literally ripped through you.

you felt your muscles inside start to contract uncontrollably, pulsing hot wetness right onto hiromi’s face. you shuddered all over, your legs on nanami’s shoulders shaking with a fine tremor. kento pulled away from your tongue at that moment just to catch your wide-open mouth in a silent scream and greedily breathe in your orgasmic moan.

you gasped, your head falling onto nanami’s shoulder as white spots swam before your eyes. hiromi didn't stop even when you started twitching in convulsions. he kept greedily licking and sucking up your slick, which was now dripping down his chin and lips.

"hiromi, stop... ah... i can't anymore..." you went limp in kento’s arms, feelin' a heavy, leaden weakness spread through your body. you barely breathed, pressing your forehead against nanami’s shoulder. your body still shook with small, lingerin' tremors, and your head was a total vacuum. you were literally floating in the clouds after such a crushing orgasm, feeling like soft, pliable clay in their hands.

but the blissful silence didn't last long. nanami pulled back a bit to look at your face and took you by the chin, forcing your blurred gaze to focus on him.

"you think that’s it, darling?" his voice sounded scary calm and low. "you really think we're gonna let you come just once?"

your eyes widened. you tried to say something, but only a weak, ragged exhale escaped your throat. "what're you..."

hiromi slowly pulled away and got up from his knees. his lips glistened wetly, and there was a streak of your juices on his chin that he didn't even think about wipin' off. he looked down at you, fixing his shirt cuffs.

"that was just the start," he tossed out, and his voice vibrated in the tight cabin. you were still hangin' in nanami’s arms, legs shaking, and your mind was fading. "n-no... wait..." you tried to pull your thoughts together, "someone could walk in right now... the dispatcher... he might hear through the intercom..."

nanami just laughed low against your neck, and that sound made you shrink. he didn't let you go. instead, he shifted his grip to get comfortable and started to slowly, intentionally rub your aching, oversensitive cunt against his huge, rock-hard cock through the fabric of his pants.

"ah!" you sobbed, whimpering from the unbearable pleasure that bordered on torture. "nanami..." "we could just call the dispatcher again so help comes right now," kento whispered, keepin' up the methodical grind against you, squeezin' out new portions of wetness that now fell in heavy drops and dripped onto the elevator floor. your heels had been lyin' in the corner for a while now. "is that what you want? you want us to get pulled out of here right now?"

he didn't stop, and you felt his hardness throb, promisin' somethin' way bigger. at that moment, hiromi stepped in close. he cupped your face in his palms and sank into your lips with a deep, greedy kiss. you tasted yourself mixed with his hot spit — intimate, and crazy turning you on.

"m-m-m," he hummed into your mouth, pulling back only a millimeter. "is this what you want?" you should've said "yes." you should've screamed 'bout how they broke all the rules, how hierarchy was trashed, and how you're all gonna get fired in disgrace. you should've stopped this.

but you didn't. your first orgasm was so mind-blowing that all you could think about was the throbbing weight you felt with your ass through nanami’s clothes. you couldn't even dream of just one of them in your wildest fantasies, but getting both at once? that was the kind of extreme greed they write about in books.

“n-no…” you aggressively shook your head, completely forgetting you were in the damn elevator of an office building. your hands dug into higuruma’s shoulders on their own, and you started desperately, almost insanely grinding against the man behind you in every way possible, begging for more with your body alone.

hiromi gave a faint, barely noticeable smile without taking his eyes off you, watching the way you writhed in kento’s hands. “that’s what we thought. dirty girl… you spent months tempting your bosses just so they’d fuck you at the same time?”

you barely heard him. his words drowned in the rush of blood pounding in your ears, and you only nodded quickly, feverishly, agreeing with every word he said. “c’mon, baby,” nanami caught you with one hand, giving you more space, “use your hands. take my pants off.”

with trembling fingers, you reached behind you as much as the cramped space allowed and touched his cock through the fabric for the first time. nanami let out a low, rough groan and pushed himself into your palm, rolling his hips forward. you tried to feel more of him, but kento only tightened his grip on your waist.

“baby, i just had to sit there without getting to taste you. you’d better hurry up.” you frantically searched for his belt buckle, but your fingers wouldn’t cooperate. you couldn’t see what you were doing behind your back, and helpless little whines started slipping out of you.

“i-i can’t do it… kento, i can’t…” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision. nanami laughed quietly, enjoying your desperation. “what an impatient girl, huh?”

he jerked his hips sharply to help you, and finally you managed to undo the belt. then the button and zipper gave in too. his pants slipped down, and immediately, without waiting, you covered his cock with your hand over his boxers. nanami threw his head back, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss. you moaned too — just the thought of him being inside you turned you into a melted, shapeless mess.

by then, hiromi already pulled his pants down slightly. you froze as you looked at him. his cock looked intimidating: long, heavy, veins standing out clearly along it, the tip already wet. exactly the one you imagined whenever you touched yourself.

you breathed heavily, your pussy still pulsing after your orgasm while your hands already pulled down the blond man’s boxers behind you. the second his cock came free, it pressed against your ass with a dull thud. you felt the heat of it against your skin.

nanami wrapped a hand around himself and slowly dragged the tip over your untouched back hole first. panic shot through you instantly, your voice turning high and almost frightened. “kento!.. please, kento…”

he immediately buried himself against your neck, kissing you greedily with his mouth open, leaving your skin wet and burning. “relax,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. “we’re not going there… for now.”

you relaxed a little, but the realization crashed over you in another wave: that meant they were both going to fuck you. at the same time.

your thoughts didn’t even have time to form into words before higuruma stepped closer. he cupped your face, gently but firmly sucking on your lower lip before pulling away and looking directly into your eyes.

“if it hurts, just tell us, okay?” his voice sounded serious, almost gentle. “we won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. we’re here to give you what you’ve been begging for all this time. tell me you understand.”

you only nodded shakily, unable to force out a single word. “use your words, sweetheart,” nanami insisted, pressing his cock against your lower back. you swallowed hard, your voice rough from all the screaming and moaning. “i… i understand. yeah. please…”

nanami adjusted his grip on you more comfortably, one arm still holding your weight while the other slowly, carefully guided his cock. at first, he only teased you with it, dragging the tip through your folds, coating himself in all your slickness, practically soaking himself in your juices before finally giving one decisive thrust.

he pushed in slowly, giving you time to feel every inch of his impossible thickness. you cried out instantly and grabbed onto higuruma’s shoulders with a death grip. meanwhile, hiromi pressed himself flush against you, holding your hips steady and helping you keep your balance while his eyes tracked every shaky breath you took.

he really was huge. you felt him literally forcing your insides apart, pushing so deep that every experience you’d ever had before suddenly felt like some pathetic joke. your head fell back, your moans breaking apart into weak little whines.

“mmmngh! kento… haa-ah… hurts… no, feels good… god—!” you choked on the words as he filled you completely. “that’s it, sweetheart, take all of me,” nanami rasped, his voice vibrating through your body.

“you’re too big… kento, you’re too big…” “i know, baby,” he started moving inside you slowly, deeply, “it’ll feel better soon. just relax for me.”

while that happened, higuruma kissed his way down your neck to your chest, which already spilled out of your bra cups. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily while nanami kept thrusting into you from behind.

“fuck…” kento growled, picking up the pace. “knew you’d have a fucking heavenly pussy… she’s squeezing me so tight.” all you could do was whine and sob. “ah! mmngh!! feels so good… more… haaah!”

“yeah?” higuruma pulled away from your chest, his gaze turning sharp and hungry. “it’s about to feel even better.” nanami cupped your face with both hands, turned you toward him, and crashed his mouth against yours in a deep kiss. “take a breath,” he ordered right against your lips.

you were already completely fucked stupid from his cock and the heat of their bodies. the second you gasped for air, you felt another huge, hard shape starting to push into you. hiromi entered you from the front, and you practically whimpered into nanami’s kiss while your fingers dug into higuruma’s shirt hard enough to make the fabric strain.

the moment he fully pushed inside, stretching you beyond anything imaginable, you screamed so loudly it felt like your voice tore through the entire building. “oh god! god! fuck… fuck! a-ah-ahh!”

tears spilled from your eyes automatically from the shock and overwhelming fullness. nanami laughed low against your lips, licking away the salty wetness. “no god here, sweetheart. we’re the ones making you scream like that.”

both of them stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the unbearable stretch. hiromi’s hand squeezed your breast possessively while nanami bit at your shoulder and every patch of exposed skin he could reach.

it felt like forever or maybe only a few seconds — you had no idea anymore. the only thing you knew was that you needed them. “more… want more… please…”

“our girl’s getting greedy, huh?” higuruma smirked while looking at your flushed face. “one cock isn’t enough anymore? now you always want two?” then they started moving. together. hard. rhythmic.

it felt like your pussy was about to split apart, your whole body turning into one shaking, dripping mess. you moaned and whimpered while they kept taking turns kissing you, your chin already soaked with spit, your face damp with sweat and their touches. saliva and slick ran down your neck and chest, and you were pretty sure there was already a puddle forming on the elevator floor beneath you.

their movements turned sharp and perfectly synchronized, and you felt them practically pounding you into the narrow space between them. nanami set a deep, animalistic pace from behind while hiromi matched every thrust from the front, forcing your body to stretch to its absolute limit. the cramped elevator filled with unbearable wet sounds: skin slapping against skin, heavy male growls, and your endless, choking moans mixed with the smell of all your arousal.

“ah! haaah… nngh! fuck, kento… romi… a-ahh!” you cried out when they bumped against each other inside you, trapping your womb between them.

“look at this fucking mess,” hiromi rasped without taking his eyes off the place where your bodies merged together. “you’re sucking us in so greedily. such a needy little hole for your bosses.”

nanami grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could see your face twisted with pleasure. “hear those sounds, baby?” he slammed into you hard, and the elevator filled with a loud, filthy squelch. “that’s all you. you’re so fucking wet we’re practically drowning in you.”

“mmmngh! yes… more… ” you couldn’t even control the saliva dripping down your chin anymore, mixing with their sweat. your face stayed damp, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your eyes rolled back.

higuruma leaned forward and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan with his lips. his tongue moved just as aggressively as his cock while his hand kept squeezing your breast hard enough to hurt. when he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between you before breaking against your neck.

hiromi tightened his grip on your thighs even more, lifting your hips so you stayed completely open for both of them. the elevator smelled heavy with sweat, bodies, and slick, and the only thing breaking the silence were the filthy sounds of their bodies slamming against your ass.

nanami slowly moved his hand down the front of your body. his fingers, soaked with your slick, found your clit. “look at this little thing,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your spine. “look how swollen it is. you’re pulsing so much, sweetheart.”

he started playing with you, and the elevator filled with another wet, messy sound from his fingers moving against you. every touch sent a shock through your body.

“mmmngh! kento… ah!” you sobbed shakily as your thighs started trembling uncontrollably. “please… i wanna come… i’m gonna… mmhnm!!" “no,” he cut you off. he gave one deep, crushing thrust. “don’t even think about coming without permission.”

their pace grew even faster, turning into something raw and primal. nanami’s heavy thrusts from behind crashed against hiromi’s from the front. the mirror in the elevator completely fogged over now, thick drops of condensation sliding down it just like the sweat running along your back. you could barely breathe anymore, your moans dissolving into broken little whimpers.

“tell me,” nanami suddenly pinched your clit hard between his fingers, making your back arch violently as you screamed. “who does this sweet, greedy pussy belong to?”

“a-ahh! yours! only yours! always only yours!” you practically sobbed the words out, losing the last of your sanity from the overwhelming pleasure. “good girl,” hiromi whispered smoothly against your damp shoulder before kissing it. “such a good girl. keep taking us, baby.”

your pussy pulsed violently, burning from the friction and impossible fullness. every thrust from nanami and hiromi forced more slick out of you, thick drops falling onto the floor and adding to the puddle already spreading beneath your feet. you felt completely used, ruined, and unbelievably happy in exactly that role.

the tension inside you coiled into a tight, unbearable knot that was about to snap. from behind, nanami made one last, crushing thrust, driving into you to the very hilt with a loud, wet sound, while hiromi made a powerful lunge forward at the same time, pinning your uterus in a vise between the two of them.

at that moment, nanami pressed hard against your pulsing clit, and that was the final straw. you literally buckled in their arms. the elevator walls started to swim before your eyes, and a series of choking, ragged sobs ripped from your throat.

"mmmngh-a-a-a! god! god! i— aah!" you gasped, feeling the first wave of orgasm paralyze your legs. your pussy started to contract convulsively and rhythmically around them, trying to squeeze every last drop out. you felt every vein on their members, every movement that now felt a hundred times sharper. a frantic, wet squelching filled the tight cabin — it was your juices, forced out by their pressure, literally splashing onto the floor and mixing with sweat.

you felt everything inside flip. your stomach muscles cramped, you threw your head back aggressively, pressing the back of your skull into nanami’s shoulder, and you just stopped breathing for several long seconds. you were shaking so hard that hiromi had to grip your thighs in a death lock to keep you from sliding to the floor.

"yes, just like that," nanami growled, feeling your pussy literally suck him in. "cum on our cocks, our pretty girl." you could not answer. you only whimpered and shuddered in a long, agonizingly beautiful ecstasy. tears of happiness and shock rolled down your wet cheeks.

you were still shaking from the lingering waves when you felt the blonde’s breath grow heavy, turning into a muffled growl. "fuck, you are so tight...so perfect baby..." he rasped, driving into you one last time with such force that you felt his pulse at your very center.

hiromi, feeling your tremors and kento’s frantic rhythm, also stopped holding back. his movements became sharp, almost rough; he literally slammed you into nanami, wringing the last moans out of you.

for a moment, everything froze. you felt nanami shudder through his whole body, his fingers digging into your thighs until it hurt, and he poured into you in a hot, pulsing stream. almost at the same time, hiromi let out a low, guttural sound and also went still, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, giving all his tension to you.

"so good mmm..." you went totally limp in their arms, feeling the scalding heat of their seed spread inside you. a sharp, mechanical sound and a sudden jolt of the elevator under your feet made you all freeze.

"hello, elevator number four? we have recorded a stop; we are restarting the system now. is everything alright with you?"

the room is quiet.

"…what did you think of me the first time you saw me?" you ask, tilting your head slightly as you look up at him.

he glances down at you, fingers pausing for a second before continuing their slow path.

"thought you were real cute," he says. "real quiet…kept lookin' at me like you didnt know what to do with yourself."

your lips twitch just slightly.

"figured youd be trouble." he adds, thumb dragging along your side. "didnt think youd stick around." that lands softer than you expect, and you let it sit, and then-

"I thought you were a piece of shit."

his hand stops flat against your back.theres a beat where he just stares at you, brows pulling together, something between disbelief and irritation settling in his expression.

"…you got a real nice way'a talkin 'bout your man," he mutters, voice low and rough. you look up at him like its nothing.

"you looked mean," you add softly.

his jaw shifts, tongue pressing against his cheek before he exhales through his nose, clearly annoyed, clearly holding it back. before you can answer, you lean up and press a slow kiss to his jaw, right over the tension, letting it linger just a second longer.

"I like you now," you murmur.

his hand slides up to the back of your neck, not rough but firm, holding you there like hes deciding what to do with you.

"good," he mutters. "keep it that way."

by the time evening hits, hes already in a bad mood, shoulders tight when he drops onto the couch, one hand dragging over his face like the days been getting on his nerves from the start.

you dont give him a second to settle.

youre already climbing into his lap, soft and clingy, knees pressing into either side of him while your hands settle on his shoulders like you belong there.

"toji," you murmur, then again, softer, "toji….toji…toji.."

he exhales hard, head tipping back slightly as you keep going, your voice deliberately sweet and repetitive while your lips press quick, warm kisses across his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth.

"you dont know when to quit, do you." he mutters, voice rough, irritation clear even as his hands settle on your waist.

you dont stop.

"toji…toji…" you repeat, pressing another kiss to his jaw, slower this time. his grip tightens slightly, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away, breath heavier now as he looks at you.

"been waitin all day to get on my nerves," he adds, eyes narrowing just a little.

you hum softly, pressing one more kiss to his cheek, slower now, softer, like youre easing him down instead of winding him up.

"maybe." you say.

he stares at you for a second, jaw tight, irritation still there but slipping, worn down by the way you keep touching him, the way you stay close instead of backing off. his hand slides up your back, pressing you in against him, holding you there like hes given in whether he wants to admit it or not.

you just smile against his skin, soft and smug, kissing him again, slower this time, lingering at the corner of his mouth before shifting to his cheek.

"you love me," you whisper.

"yeah?" he mutters, quieter now.

his grip loosens just enough to settle, his thumb dragging slow along your side while his breathing evens out, the tension finally easing out of his shoulders, and you kiss him again like youre sealing it.

and then- his hand lands on your ass, sharp and firm where he gives you a swat. you squeak, jolting up, and he just huffs a laugh.

payback.

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“A Woman? Running the shop?”  Tommy asked his brothers who reported the new shop that just opened up a few blocks away.

In these times Tommy knew that a new shop could mean underground business that he would need to get in on or ruin but hearing that a woman is running it, the idea leaves his head.

“A pretty one.” Arthur says with a smirk.

“She’s got long hair and a pretty body.” John says and Tommy rolls his eyes.

“Don’t go harassing her. She seems harmless.” Tommy tells them but he has no idea. 

She smirked seeing the two peaky boys walking in her shop. She knew that all they saw was a pretty body and sex, that was perfect. They didn’t suspect a thing at first. She played dumb when she first met them, acting like she had no idea who they were but she knew everything and she couldn’t wait to meet the boss, Thomas Shelby.

“Hello boys.” She waved at the two boys who gave her love eyes as they approached her.

“Got new staff?” Arthur asked, looking at the guys that were dressed in expensive suits that were eyeing them.

“Just transferred in from America, my old home.” That was the one thing they didn’t tell Tommy. She was American.

“They look tough, you scared some scary men gonna come in ‘ere and hurt ya?” She wasn’t worried about that, not one bit.

“Nothing to be scared of. But they work hard for less.” She winked at them.

“In this little shop?” Arthur asked, amused.

She shook her head with a chuckle, “There’s a lot you don’t know about this little shop.” John’s smirk dropped and he eyed the men.

The way that they were dressed was not made for the shop.

“What kind of business is this then?” He asked her and he saw her smirk drop for a second.

“Who’s the real owner of this shop?” Arthur looked around, the men staring at them now.

“Is it you?” Arthur walked up to one of the men, getting in his face.

John laughed and walked up to another one and did the same, “Think you can hide under all of this?” She looked at the peaky boys, unimpressed.

She let them carry their act for a little bit before walking up to them, grabbing their arms, yanking them away from her men. She pulled them out of the small shop and glared at them.

“Go to tell Tommy that the next time you boys wanna play badass in my shop, he needs to be there.”  She said, the look in her eyes dark and dangerous.

They realized that she was the true owner and just like Tommy, the boss. 

“So she is running a business within the business?” Tommy was impressed and wished that he had seen this.

She seemed like a badass and played his brothers like the toys they were. He hid his laugh as they told him all about her and how she knew about him.

“I’ll go meet her but I'm going alone.”  He told his brothers and they tried to protest but he stopped them.

“I’m sure she’s harmless.”  He said but they remembered the look in her eyes. 

Tommy showed up to her shop right before she was going to close it, he walked in and she went to speak, tell the person that had the audacity to walk in late that they were closing.

“We’re closed.” Tommy froze in place at her voice, she was American.

“My brothers failed to tell me that you were from America.” She looked up and smirked at the sight of Tommy Shelby.

“So what did they tell you?” She asked and walked around the desk.

“That you aren’t just the owner of this shop.” He motions to it.

“Took them long enough.” She bit her lip, eyeing the man.

“You had them fooled with your charm.” She smirked, “It’s a gift.” He looked around, the men in the suits were nowhere in sight.

“You failed to hide it well after the men in suits that they told me about.” She laughed and walked closer to him.

“You must be confused, Mr. shelby. I didn’t fail at anything. I wanted them to find out so I could meet you.”  She bit her lip.

Tommy was no idiot to seduction and she was bold. Whether it was business or lust it made him want her.

“I’m you Mr. Shelby just with different parts. Those men in suits work for me and I don’t play nicely with boys like John and Arthur who threaten my men because it makes them seem like badasses. I’m not a threat.”  She whispered the last part, much closer to him than he remembered.

Her smell was intoxicating as was her voice. Her confidence made him hard and as much as he loved his brothers, she was right.

“You are the man of the company Tommy, not them. They need to know their place.” He couldn’t agree any more.

He stepped closer to her, they were face to face and the tension rose.

“My brothers do know their place but you didn’t just move from America for better business.” She smiled at him and nodded, he was right.

She wasn’t here because she thought she would get more business or that her looks would make her popular with the British boys but she had heard all about Tommy Shelby and the gang that calls themselves the Peaky Blinders.

“You’re right I certainly am not here because the business would do better.” She admits and though at first it seemed like she was ashamed of the reason.

“I came because of you.” Her face was red at the confession, like she just spilled her biggest secret to him.

“You a fan?”  He asked, cocky and all.

She wanted to slap him for the way the words rolled off his tongue, like he was teasing her. He was, this was not what he expected her to say.

“You’ve gotten your way around the world it seems.” 

Tommy was a very powerful man and she was a powerful woman, a blind man could see that.

“What do you want with me then?”  With and not from, he must’ve confused the words though the offer was tempting.

“You run a good business, I run a good business..” She felt like she didn’t have to finish her sentence, he got it.

But like every man he needed the boost to his ego.

“So what? Are you suggesting we work together?”  She wanted to walk away and act like this never happened, it was embarrassing.

She wanted to call him out for being a dick and making her point out the obvious.

“I think that’s a good idea, best idea actually. My men could be quite useful.” She says and Tommy looks at her.

Her men didn’t interest him, not even a little. She did. The way that she acts and carries herself, the fact that all that disappeared just so she could tell him that she moved to a different country for him.

“Oh luv I don’t care for your men. It’s you I want and I don’t even have to beg.” He wouldn’t beg, he would just take.

The place felt hot all of the sudden, like the sun was beaming inside the shop. Her pussy fluttered at his words, her thighs begging to squeeze together to relieve some of the pressure. She kept eye contact with him as she walked to the windows at the front of the shop.

She closed them as she does every night she closes the shop until morning though there seemed to be more at stake. Tommy dropped his hat on her desk and walked over to her, striving with confidence. Her breathing picked up and it was in mere seconds that his lips were on hers.

She couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan against his lips, this was exactly what she needed. She cupped his sculptured face and kissed back nearly tripping over her own feet as she ended up back against the glass. Tommy’s skillful hands were all over her body, gripping and squeezing her, feeling her up.

One of her hands made its way to his hair as the kiss deepened, both of them breathing heavy. His hands tugged at her dress that she wore. She wanted to pull away from the heated kiss and beg him to rip it and just fuck her against the window but she didn’t. He went in between her legs and lifted one of her legs on his hip so he had easier access.

His rough hand made its way up her leg. She was panting in his mouth and he moved to attack her neck. She was whimpering and he was barely touching her yet. His hand inching up to her wetness until he was in contact with the cotton panties. Her head fell back against the window as he rubbed the wet spot growing in her panties.

She felt weak on the legs and the rubbing didn’t help. She was letting out breathy moans as he bit and sucked on her neck. Her hands were gripping his suit jacket tight, tugging it. Her jaw dropped as the rubbing increased, her clit pulsing with the need for more.

“Please.” She breathed out and he pulled away from the neck, giving her a lustful look before kissing her again.

He tugged her panties down and she heard the fabric rip, causing her to gasp into the kiss. He threw the fabric behind him and moved to undo his dress pants.

“I plan to take you all over this shop.” He tells her through pants and she hopes he can keep that promise.

She gasped feeling his hard cock right against her wetness. He was big and thick, just how she imagined, just how she liked it. He pushed inside of her, barely giving her time to adjust. She wasn’t a virgin so it wasn’t really needed but she was tight like one. Tommy couldn’t help but moan a little and she closed her eyes, loving how it was right against her ear and his shaky breath as he struggled not to move.

“Move please.” She begged in a soft voice.

Her body was pressed right up against the glass as he thrusted, slow at first. Each thrust produced a whine from her lips as she let it carelessly fall. Her long hair was dampened with sweat as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him. One of his hands was on the glass right by her head as he watched her face.

His pace quickened as she squeezed him tighter, he fought the moans that fell from his lips, only wanting to hear her. She tugged him closer with her hands, her leg that was around his waist pulled him closer. His thrust quicked to nearly slamming into her, causing her to sob. Oh if her men could see her now, submitting to Tommy Shelby like she was in heat.

She felt amazing around him, felt like silk and heat. He thought about tasting her cum as she sat on her desk, gripping the wood for dear life as she tried not to float away in pleasure. Turning her over and opening the curtains as her breasts would be up against the window, her nipples hardening against the glass.

He thought about her riding him in her chair as it squeaked and crocked below them. He even thought about bending her over his desk and fucking her doggy style while both his brothers were doors away. Her moans at this point were louder and her thighs shook. Her orgasm was approaching  and it was making him dizzy.

“Tommy.” Her moan of his name was beautiful in that american accent.

He groaned and placed open mouth kisses on her neck as she nearly screamed his full name as she came. She gushed all over his dick and it was the hottest thing, making him let out a moan himself and cum with her. His hips stuttered some as he rode out their highs. They clung to each other with wet clothes from sweat and lust. 

“I think our next meeting we should really discuss business.” She says once she’s able to think and talk.

You stood in the foyer of the mansion, feeling dwarfed by it’s sheer size. You shouldn’t feel so out of place, after all, this was your home now. Wasn’t it? You were married to the man who owned it, so it was yours.

‘Are you coming in or are you gonna stand there gawking all night?’ The male voice brought you back to reality, and you turned, your gaze barely making out the figure in the shadows. His face was suddenly lit up when he flicked the lighter on, lighting the cigarette that was hanging from his lips. Thomas Shelby, your new husband. You wrinkled your nose; you hated the smell of smoke. Your father has always smoked in his office, but the smell seemed to permeate the walls of your home. You old home, you suppose. It was one of those office meetings that had gotten you into all of this mess.

Your father was a betting man; you always knew that. He never got himself into too much debt and somehow managed to wrangle his way out of it. Time and time again. Until now. Until he got into debt with the Peaky Blinders. A debt he couldn’t wrangle his way out of. And what else was the poor man supposed to do except sell his daughter into a marriage with a man who was more than a decade older than her?

You took a breath, waiting to feel the anger, the resentment. But nothing came; it was probably something to do with those pills. You stepped further into the mansion, clutching the tiny pearl purse as you moved.

‘This way.’ His voice was rough, turning away from you and leading you up the stairs. As you walked, your fathers words echoed in the back of your head.

‘Speak your legs for him, darling. Whatever he wants. Just give it to him. These will help. That’s when he shoved the pills into your purse, promising you that whatever happened on your wedding night would be a lot better with those. He had forced one down your throat before the ceremony. It had made you feel lightheaded, floaty, like you were drunk without having to down the whole bottle of vodka. But now the pill was beginning to wear off and, as much as you didn’t want to, you thought it might be a good idea to take another.

You wondered if they were the same pills he used to force mother to take, to keep her quiet and compliant. you tried not to remember her that way. You tried desperately to remember the bubbly personality she used to have, the one that lit up the room. That one that your father seemed to want to quell. Prehaps that’s why he kept you locked away in the country house, afraid that you’d become more like your mother, until he tried to dose you up too.

So wrapped up in your own thoughts, you didn’t realise you, Mr. Shelby, had stopped until you crashed into him, stumbling backwards. You looked up at him with wide eyes, the cigarette still hung from his lips, but his and was around your wrist, steadying you.

‘I-I’m so sorry, Mr Shelby-’ You mumbled, dropping your eyes to the ground.

‘There is no need for that, love,’ he interrupted your ramblings, his fingers loosening around your wrist when he was sure you were steady.

Even his casual use of the word ‘love’ seemed to send heat to your cheeks. Besides your father, you had never heard anyone call you that. He stared down at you for a moment before turning and pushing open the large double doors.

‘This is where you’ll say.’ he stepped to the side, giving you the space to walk into your new room. Your new cage.

The room was large, much to spacious to be just a bedroom. A large four-poster bed was against one wall, with silk canopies hanging from each corner. Each of the columns was intricately carved from oak wood, with delicate flowers and vines spiralling. The rest of the furniture matched it perfectly. The wardrobe, the vanity, even the chaise longue and coffee table in the middle of the room, were perfectly matched. There was a door on the other side of the room, one you suspected might be a bathroom.

‘Take a seat.’ he ordered, gesturing to the bed. You suppressed a shudder. This was it. You knew you should have slipped another pill before you got out of the car.

‘You can stop shaking, love.’ he chuckled, stepped forward. He took the cigarette from his lips and stubbed it out in the crystal ashtray that was on the bedside table. Already there and waiting, like he knew he’d be here eventually.

‘Hand them over.’ he held out his hand to you. You stared down at it. What was he expecting? Did he have some sick and twisted desire to make you hand pieces of yourself over to him? Upon seeing your wide and confused eyes, he sighed.

‘The pills.’ he explained. Your cheeks burned as your gaze dropped to the purse in your lap.

With shaky hands, you clipped it open, the small paper packet with the pills in tucked neatly into the inner pocket. You pulled it out and placed the paper into his palm, not daring to look him in the eye. You didn’t want to know if he was mad, if he was furious. You squeezed your eyes shut as you prepared for the blow. But it never came.

Instead, you heard his footsteps cross the room, fading away as he entered the bathroom, followed by the sound of flushing a few seconds later. You kept your head down when you heard him coming back, still expecting the first hit. The slap. Some kind of punishment for hiding things from him. From your husband. you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt both of his hands on your shoulders.

‘Look at me.’ he ordered, but this time, he voice was softer, almost calming. You still didn’t move, your body frozen with fear. You tensed when one hand left your shoulder, you forced yourself not to flinch.

Flinching will make it worse.

You told yourself. What you didn’t expect was his fingers under your chin, gently lifting it to face him. You stared into his eyes. A vibrant blue that you could get lost in so easily. His face was inches from yours. Up this close, you had to admit, he was handsome.

‘I’ll not ‘ave you taking anymore of those, you understand me?’ he tone tried to carry anger, but you could hear something beneath it. Worry. ‘No drugs. Who even gave you those anyway? One of my men?’ he asked. You quickly shook your head.

‘M-My father.’ you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. Mr Shelby stared at you, his eyes widening slightly.

‘Why would he give you those?’ he asked. You took a breath, unsure what to tell him. A lie he would see straight through, but the truth seemed so much worse.

‘He told me too,’ you uttered, hoping he wouldn’t press you for more.

‘You just take anything he tells you, too?’ he scoffed.

Now the pills’ effects had worn off, and you had no more, you could feel the anger bubbling inside you. He had no idea. He didn’t know you. Didn’t know your life, and yet he stood there and judged you? You bit your tongue, knowing that if you spoke now, it would come with a sharp tone, one that would most likely get you beaten.

Mr Shelby sighed, straightening back into a stand and rubbing his hand over his face.

‘No more drugs. You got it?’ he looked down at you, not waiting for an answer before he continued speaking. ‘No more listening to that father of yours. You’re my wife now, you listen to me.’ You nodded meekly, still trying to come to terms with being someone’s wife.

‘I ain’t gonna touch you,’ he added, which made your head snap up, your eyes locking on his as silent relief washed over you.

‘I’m not that kind of man.’ he continued, ‘You’ll not be touched without consent. Outside this room, however, you are my wife. Legally, publicly and everything else. You’ll travel with me when asked and attend whatever functions I request,’ he laid out the new rules of your life, but you could only seem to focus on one.

You’ll not be touched without consent

Just the simple words pulled all the tension from your body. You had been passed from one cage to another, and you had no idea whether it was better or worse. But at this very moment, it was better.

‘You’ll not hide yourself away in this room either. You’ll eat with me, three meals a day, and there is a library and a sitting room. Whatever your interests are, you’ll find them here,’

There was a silence between you, it hung in the air until you realised he was waiting for you to speak.

‘Thank you, Mr. Shelby.’

‘I’m your husband, not your employer. Call me by my name.’

‘Thank you, Tommy.’ you repeated, using the name you had heard his brothers call him. His lips quirked into a half smile, and he bent at the waist to lift your chin once more, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

‘Get some rest, Mrs. Shelby.’ he whispered against your skin. He lingered for a moment longer before pulling away and turning on his heel, exiting quickly and shutting the door behind him.

One cage to another. Who know’s if this cage was any better then your previous one?