Imagines Smut

𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

The office is quiet except for the low grunting sounds Alfie makes above his old desk full of papers and knick-knacks. His musky scent and the bakery's typical alcoholic smell mix in your nostrils. It makes your head dizzy and drives you deeper and deeper.
You drive him deeper and deeper.
Your red-painted lips stretch around his erection. You can feel the tip in your throat. Your fingers are around the thick base of his cock, while with your other hand, you tighten your grip on his thigh. His muscles jerk every now and again.
You are under Alfie's desk. Legs spread open. The dirty ground is hard against your knees. The skirt you wear is around your waist. One of his legs is between your thighs. The toe of his shoe grazes over your panty-clad pussy every time you move. You are sure the soft fabric is dark from your excitement.
"That's right, dove," the man grunts above you. His voice is a bit muffled because of the desk but still loud and powerful.
Hearing the small praise, you push yourself some more onto his cock. Saliva drips down on your cheek, falling to your bra-covered chest.
Your clit throbs, you want to grind yourself on his shoe so much, but you force yourself to be still. You have to focus and keep yourself from gagging. No matter how much you crave some friction between your legs, you want him in your mouth more.
As if reading your troubled thoughts, the man moves his leg, making you moan. The vibration of your voice goes straight to his spine, pushing his hip up to your face.
"That's a good girl," he groans again. A document lies in front of him on wooden surface, waiting for him to take care of it. The pencil that usually lies on his desk under everything is just a few moments away from breaking in his grip.
"You are such a good girl, Y/N," Alfie praises you. "So good for me."
You moan again. His shaft is heavy on your tongue, and the salty taste of him fills your senses. It mixes with your saliva, still dripping from your lips.
There is something in the whole scenario that makes you crazy. You, under the desk with Alfie's cock in your mouth. Your face is a mess of tears and others, while your pussy is slick with juices because you grind yourself down on his shoe. It's dirty and shameful. And something you enjoy immensely.
You are sure you could cum just hearing his deep baritone making you more and more desperate.
The door of his office opens with a creak, but you don't even notice it until you hear another voice.
Thomas Fucking Shelby.
You freeze, and the man has to force his lips into a tin line not to bark at you when the magical work of your throat stops around his aching cock, ready to burst.
"Ollie told me you are free," Tommy says, closing the door behind himself without waiting for an invitation.
"Yeah," Alfie croaks, clearing his throat. "What do you want, mate?" His tone is impatient, but it's not new.
Your eyes widen when you hear a chair creaking behind you, and you face the fact that Alfie won't send the other man away. Tommy stays. And you stay under the desk too.
You need a few minutes to calm yourself down while they start to speak. You don't dare to move, afraid you would make a sound that could ruin your hiding place. Alfie is still hard, and your jaw starts to hurt after a few minutes. You can't be like this for who knows how long. With a deep but silent breath, you back away, and the man's cock in front of you falls out of your mouth. He glistens with saliva and precum and stands erect in front of your face. A vein bulges out under the soft skin. You lean in, licking up on it. Alfie coughs. You know you should stop. You should let him take care of his business with Tommy, but how could you keep yourself away from him?
Your tongue is flat against his cock, moving up until your lips close around the tip. You suckle on it, almost dizzy with him in your hand. And while you find calmness in the simple movement, even forgetting about the aching emptiness in your pussy, Alfie gets closer and closer to chasing the gypsy out from his office to fuck you and cum down in your throat. The image of your lips wide open for his semen makes him coat your mouth in his precum some more.
Your knees hurt by the time, they are done with their conversation, and you hear Tommy's chair moving. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, your hole clenches around nothing, and you are ready to take Alfie's length back into your throat. His cock jerks at the warm feeling of your mouth around him.
"I will see you soon, Alfie," Tommy says, pushing down the doorknob to let himself out.
"Right, right," the man grunts, gripping the edge of the desk. Just get the fuck out of here, he thinks.
"Bye, Y/N," Tommy adds.
You gag