Peaky Blinders Imagines

"Say no to this then..."

"Say no to this then..."

Warnings//  Grace is mentioned, cussing, sexual themes, sexual tension, Tommy cheating on Grace with the reader

Requested// Nah, just felt like writing today

Things to know//The usual

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     His hips rutted into yours with a desperate ferocity. His fingers clawed down your back as you arched, taking him deeper. His shirt lay abandoned on the floor of his office, his heavy breathing filling the room. You could feel him tensing as your hands trailed up his sweat-covered chest, his breathing hitching when your fingers wrapped around his throat, squeezing. His lips parted as a groan rose from his chest and filled your ears. A lazy smirk ran across your lips as you squeezed harder, causing Tommy's face to go a slight red. You found out about his little kink a few weeks ago when you were fucking him downstairs in his living room on his rug as his wife lay asleep upstairs. You were only trying to keep him quiet so he didn't wake her, you swear!

     But now you two were in his office, in that very home while his wife was out with a couple of her girlfriends. If it wasn't apparent before, you were a risk-taker. It didn't matter if Grace Shelby was home or not, you'd always find a way in without her knowing before fucking her husband and leaving, awaiting the next time he called. It was always him who called. He was the desperate bastard who would phone you whenever his wife was gone or sleeping. If he'd let you, you'd fuck him in the very room she was sleeping in, not caring nor stopping if she'd wake up and catch you in the act with her husband.

     But Tommy was the one not willing to take that risk. He didn't want his wife to know about his nightly adventures with you. He apparently loved her. Although he didn't seem to love her when you were riding him in front of her giant painting he had hanging in the front room. You kept a tight hold on his chin, forcing him to look at the painting, right into her painted eyes as he moaned out for you, begging for a release. Your relationship hadn't always been physical.

     You and Tommy used to be close friends. Everyone thought that the two of you would be getting together and getting married. After the war, he wasn't the same. But you two remained friends. You confided in him about the hardships of finding a job and having to resort to becoming a lady of the night to make ends meet. He confided in you about his nightmares and his opium usage. Soon after he offered you a job as his secretary. It wasn't long after that when Grace came into the picture.

     You and Tommy had grown closer over the years he had been home. Four years of trusting you. Four years of talking to you about everything he had been through during the war. You just about had him for yourself. Four years were washed down the drain when that blonde snake came to Birmingham. It was then Tommy started distancing himself from you. You weren't even invited to the wedding. Grace didn't want you there. You had smirked then, knowing she felt threatened by you. You had somehow managed to get in anyways, keeping away from Grace and staying out of her sight. Of course, Tommy was the one who spotted you. Wearing a purple dress, much like Grace's, and a smirk atop your lips. You knew that if Grace had seen you, she would have blown a blood vessel. Tommy had just finished with Grace, taking his wife early due to some business that he had coming up. He had to freshen himself up and compose himself. But when he saw you, he felt insatiable.

     His eyes followed you as you winked up at him, making sure to stick to the walls as you made your way across the floor, and towards a more secluded area. Tommy felt his heartbeat quicken as you passed directly behind Grace, running your eyes up and down her figure before bringing your eyes back to him and raising an eyebrow as if questioning her choice of wedding dress. She hadn't even turned. He hadn't even noticed that he was following you. It seemed like an unconscious decision that he made. He didn't even remember coming up behind you to close and then lock the door behind him. But he does remember taking you right up against the door, while his wife was busy asking around if anybody had seen him. That was the first time he had slept with you. He vowed that it was a one-time thing, but he surprised himself by ringing you up in the middle of the night a few weeks later asking you to come over. Every time he vowed that after that, that was it. No more. And every time, he would last a maximum of a week, maybe two if he really tried, he had his phone in hand, calling the number that was burned into his memory.

     The rest was history. That's what brings us to now. To Grace letting Tommy know she was going out for the evening with a few of her friends, kissing him goodbye before leaving. He waited until her car was gone before waiting a few more minutes to make sure she wouldn't turn back, before giving you a call. And that's what leads us to you riding him in his office, hands around his throat, squeezing the sides of his neck while you smirk at how red his face has gotten. "Mmm...perhaps-ah!-Perhaps you should hide your kinks a bit better now...right love?" You breathed out, throwing your head back as he hit a certain spot inside you. He choked on a groan, feeling you clench around him. His fingers dug into your hips, eyes closed in ecstasy. He bucked his hips in rhythm to yours, wanting his release.

     He was so lost in his pleasure, that he didn't hear the front door being opened, and Francis wishing Grace a good evening. It wasn't until you stopped that he noticed the footsteps heading towards his office, her sickeningly sweet voice rang out. "Tommy? I'm home." Your fingers immediately let go of his neck, Tommy inhaling sharply in response, a few coughs escaping as well. "Tommy? Are you alright?" Her sweet voice rang out again, the doorknob shaking before a knock sounded at the door. Lucky that you had locked it on your way in.

     Tommy cleared his throat. "Er, yes Grace. I'm alright." He answered breathlessly. "Why's the door locked Tommy?" You could hear a small hint of suspicion in her voice as she tried the door again. "Sorry Grace," he quietly patted your thigh, gesturing for you to get up and hide. You smirked before gathering up your clothes as Tommy buttoned up his shirt. His eyes quickly scanned the room making sure nothing was out of place before pointing towards his desk. You quickly took the hint and hid underneath it.

     Tommy sighed, running his hands through this hair. He unlocked his door, looking at Grace who didn't have her eyes on him, but in his office, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary, "didn't want the maids coming in here to disturb me whilst I worked." She hummed in response, eyes still glancing around behind him before her eyes met his, and a smile crossed her lips. "Of course. Are you coming to bed soon?" She asked, you could hear the slight suggestive tone she took. Your eyes rolled in disgust, to you, she sounded desperate. Tommy cleared his throat again. "Not just yet Grace. There are still a few things I have to finish up." You could hear her sigh in disappointment. "Alright well, don't stay up too late..." it went quiet after that, you could hear her footsteps fading as she walked off, Tommy closing the door after. You were chuckling as you stood from behind his desk, the smirk still prominent on your lips. 

     "Are you coming to bed soon?" You teased, copying her accent. Tommy rolled his eyes, watching as you stalked towards him. "She sounded quite desperate to have you fuck her Tommy..." You tutted. "That poor, sweet, snake of a wife of yours." Tommy clenched his teeth. "Don't speak about my wife that way." He grunted. You playfully pouted as your index finger traced his lips. "Aww...can't handle the truth, Tommy? You remember what she was. You remember what she did," Your finger stopped racing his lips as you harshly grabbed the bottom of his face, forcing him to keep eye contact with you, "So why are you defending her?" You hissed. "She almost got your brother killed. She almost got you killed. I have half a mind to go up there and kill her myself. I should go up there and tell her all about the times you've let me fuck you right under her nose, and watch as her heartbreaks and the light in her eyes fades. But no, instead...instead, I'm going to fuck you how she never can. It's up to you if you can stay quiet or not." You yanked him towards you, lips and teeth clashing in an angry array of rushed kisses. 

     He hummed into your kisses, pulling away. "We can't..." But he didn't seem too keen on stopping anytime soon. His hands gripped your waist tighter as he pulled you flush against him, letting your hands run over his chest. "Say no to this then..." You hummed, shoving him away from you only to rip his shirt in two. He didn't reply but the sudden array of quick kisses and the sudden hands lifting up your skirt said everything. There was no way in hell Tommy was ever going to stop. No matter how much he may have wanted to, he was addicted to you. Whether he wanted to admit it or not.