les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

42. His Property

Summary: You know exactly where you stand with Tommy until those lines get blurred.

Warnings: Smut. Unemotional!Tommy but Fluff!Tommy very quickly.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

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Tommy was pounding into you, your fingers curled tight around the edge of his desk, his hips crashing against the skin of your backside with such force you were shoved forward everytime.

You knew after all this time you were just his relief from the stress of his life style, a bit of human contact from his life of solitude, but sometimes you just hoped he would actually look you in the eye and give you some kind of reassurance that he did at least like you.

You always stayed the night he insisted everytime, curled into his body in his large bed, just for him to wake up and have you all over again, this time his hallow gaze would be on you as he fucked you into the mattress.

He would then drive you both back to Small Heath, you'd take your place at your desk in the betting shop, hardly any words spoke between you.

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It was late when you entered his office, he had been shut away all day, you'd been avoiding him, knowing what you had to tell him would make him to really hate you.

Polly had told you as soon as you stepped into her office with some papers to sign, had took one look and knew straight away.

"You're pregnant" she smiled, eyes alight with the prospect of a new life.

You placed the papers on her desk, of course you knew, it had been weeks without your period, you'd been tired and irritated all day everyday and so fucking horny you were having to stop yourself from taking a seat naked on Tommy's lap during meetings.

There was no way Tommy would allow you to keep his child, no way he would have you as a burden in his life, you were just someone he had sex with, shared a bed with and occasionally would treat to a dinner.

Tommy looked up from his desk, you could tell he was trying to figure out why you were here so late, he hadn't requested you stay.

He lent back in his chair, watched as you took a seat opposite him, sorted out your dress, bit at your lip.

"What is it y/n?" Tommy asked you could tell he was tired.

"Uh fuck, I didn't mean for this to happen, christ this is hard" you swallowed down some tears.

"You're pregnant I take it" he lit himself a cigarette, eyes dragging over you.

"Yes, shit I'm sorry Tommy" you were willing yourself not to cry, you didn't want to do that here.

A smirk spread across Tommy's face, he took a long drag of his cigarette, eyebrow quirked in that frustratingly sexy way he had.

"look I'm not heartless y/n" he paused while you huffed out a small laugh "I've had a lot of women sit here and tell me that exact same thing, but they've always been turned away with money to get it sorted"

You were holding you breath, you would not be doing that, you would leave Birmingham and bring this baby up by yourself if you had too.

"But I care about you, we've got quite the connection don't you think?" he was out of his chair, perched on the edge of his desk in front of you.

You nodded, unable to speak "So here's how this is going to go, you're finally going to move out of that disgusting room you over pay for, into Arrow House, wear my ring and fucking give up acting like we don't mean anything to each other"