Bancroft - Peaky Blinders Reverse Harem x Reader

Chapter 57

A/n: it's basically undeniable John has a breeding kink at this point, but plssss rest assured there'll be no pregnancy in this book. Obligatory disclaimer that if any man in real life tries not using protection, you kill him and bury him Bancroft style, ok?? But John is not a mere man, he is heaven, and this is a work of fiction where we suspend belief and have no consequences. Don't read if you're not into it xo

I step into the bed and breakfast while John waits outside a fraction, taking off his hat and coat. There's a middle-aged woman sitting behind a table in the hallway, reading a book. She smiles at me warmly.

"After a room, love?" She asks.

John walks in. "We're together," he explains.

"Alright," she smiles. "There's a bar in the room, and breakfast is until ten tomorrow."

"Thank you," I tell her, as we take the stairs.

It's not until we're in the room and we've locked the door that the penny drops, and I turn to John, thumping him on the shoulder.

"Ow! What is it?"

"There was more than one room, you liar. She was about to bloody offer it to me."

John gives a sheepish grin. "Alright, alright, I didn't actually check. Not likely at this time of night though, was it? And besides." He wraps an arm around my waist. "Is it really so bad I want you in my bed?"

I feel his strong arms once more, can smell the cologne on his freshly shaven neck. I try to think of ways to stay angry. "I suppose not," I say — but I say it stiffly. That'll do the trick.

"Don't be cross with me." He frowns slightly, his hands coming to rest in the small of my back. "If it bothers you, we'll get you another room."

I would rather die. "I haven't ruled it out," I tell him. Then, "you could at least pour me a drink."

"That's my girl," he says, pulling two glasses from the mini bar.

I cross the room to close the tartan curtains, and run a hand along the wooden headboard. I dig my thumbnail into the grooves, before removing my coat, pulling my gun free and placing it on the bedside table. John takes my coat for me and hands me a glass of whiskey.

"Cigar?" He offers, as he hangs my coat on the rack.

"No thanks. I prefer not smelling like an ashtray."
Or tasting like one, for that matter."

"I am hurt. Do you not like the way I smell?"

I swallow a bigger gulp of whiskey than I intend. "I don't mind it."

"Yeah?" He crosses the room slowly, flicks on the lamp. "How about the way I taste?"

My eyelids grow heavy and flutter, while I try to remain composed. I don't want to appear too desperate, no matter how badly the air between us feels alive with electricity, the waves of it grazing over my skin.

"How about another limerick?" I ask, somewhat breathless. I tip back more of my drink, hoping it will clear my head. Though it's inevitable I will be conjoined with him before the night's over, I don't want to make it too easy for him — I'm still trying to be cross he lied about the room.

"There was a young man of Natal," he says, and his voice has dropped low as he walks slowly across the room to me. "Who was having a Birmingham gal. She called him a sluggard, he said, 'speed be buggered'." John reaches me, and pulls me close to him once more, delivering the final line in no more than a murmur against my lips. "I like to fuck slow, and I shall."

My resolve leaves me completely like a thoroughbred at the starting gate.

I groan softly as he wets my lips with his tongue, pressing me back against the wall and kissing me until I forget how to breathe. He smiles against me and trails a hand down the length of my waist. His suit jacket is soft beneath my fingers as I pull it from him, and he hikes my leg to his hips, caresses my thigh.

"Are you going to fuck me slow?" I whisper.

He tells me, "Sweetheart, you have no idea."

I slip each button of his shirt free, and he pulls my dress over my head. His eyes are so beautiful as they linger on every part of me, and he pulls off my bra then gets down on his knees like he's worshipping me. His lips trail kisses all the way up the inside of my thigh, sending jolts of anticipation to my core. When he licks me through my underwear, I cry out.

He groans as he does it again, then pulls back, thumbing my clit through the fabric while I whimper. He says, "Shh, just let me take care of it, baby."

There's hunger in his eyes as my mouth drops open and he keeps going, before pulling my underwear to the side and licking me again. Before my legs can give out from under me, he pulls my underwear down, and then his own along with his trousers. He pulls my legs out from under me and carries us to the bed.

"Wait," I tell him, breaking his lips against mine. "Condom."

"But you'd look so fucking pretty all filled up with me," he groans into my mouth.

"And you'd look so pretty wearing a condom," I scowl.

He grins. "Alright, sweetheart. You make the rules."

I shove him down onto the bed. He's smiling as he lifts his hands behind his head, watching me cross the room and get it from my coat pocket. I take his thick cock into my hands and slide it on, while his eyes roll back in his head.

"Good boy," I tell him. "Want me to sit on it?"

"Do whatever you want to do to me," he tells me.

His hands are on my ass as he guides me over him, and I sink down into his lap, moaning as I'm stretched wide by the sheer fucking girth of him.

"Fuck, how am I going to hold back?" He asks, tensing inside me.

I move up and down on him as we fuck slow, my pussy slick and throbbing for him. His hands guide my hips and his eyes roll back.

"God damn, girl," he says. "God fucking damn. That's it. Just let my cock slide in and out of you."

I gasp. "I fucking love you, John," I say, the words falling from my lips.

"I love you, sweetheart." He moves his hands higher up my waist and holds me tight. "So fucking much."

I feel him swell inside me and I come for him, tightening around him and sobbing his name while I'm still rocking on his cock. He pulls me down to him and claims my mouth with his tongue while he moans, and I can see he's ready.

"Gonna be a good boy and cum for me?" I ask, loving the way he groans in response. "I know you can do it. You got this baby, be a good boy for me. Fill me up."

He holds me against him as he pumps his final thrusts into me, and my overstimulated pussy causes me to cry out. His lips are so soft on mine while he cums, and then he stops, unmoving inside me as he kisses me tenderly and holds me in his arms.

"You came, right?" He asks me, his voice soft as he strokes hair from my face.

"Yeah," I whisper.

He pulls back and frowns. "Just once?"

"John Shelby, I cannot take any more tonight."

He chuckles against my lips. "Oh, but I think you can, sweetheart."

As much as I hate to admit it, he was right.