Peaky Blinders Imagines

Tommy Shelby

You're sat head down and working hard on the mounds of work Tommy Shelby left for you to do this morning. After becoming his secretary just 2 months ago he's bombarded you with work to the point of spending majority of your shitty life here.

Although, you aren't too fussed, as the long nights and early mornings allow the interaction between you and the scariest Shelby to blossom from Work to flirting. Flirting in which you looked forward to everyday.

Your face is hidden by your hair, as today you've let your hair down, a thing that is out of character for a simple girl like you. You have reason to hide your face, unfortunately last night after your long night working you made your way home in a tired state unaware of the follower shadowing your every move. Tommy upset some people and as a result you got the punishment.

"You're close to Tommy Shelby?" Your attacker grabs your face in a hold that you know is sure to leave a bruise and you whimper in pain, struggling to escape his grasp. "Well, you send him a fucking message from me," Punching you square in the face you drop to the floor, crying in part shock and part pain. Looking up to your attacker you spit at him, disgusted. He continues with the attack, brutally hitting you to the point of numbness, causing sobs to erupt from your shaking body. "You fucking tell him we are after him!"

You shudder at the memory, that action alone causing you to wince in pain. The one thing you dread most of all, is Tommy fucking Shelby walking in and finding you in this state, your attempts at hiding away have worked so far but Tommy is a clever man who isn't fooled often.

You hear the front door open and know from the silence that takes hold of the room that it's Tommy. His arrival makes this happen. You shrink further into your chair, wanting to seem absorbed in the boring work, tending m as he pauses in front of your desk you daren't look up.

"Ay, (Y/N)" You hum your response, letting him know you're listening but not at all bothered. Feeling everyone's eyes on you, you sneak a glance up at him which only results in his anger increasing. Slamming his hands on your desk you whimper in pain, the sudden movement knocking you and therefore knocking your injuries. "What's wrong with 'er?" The question is ignored, so he results in getting physical. Grabbing your face to look at him he is momentarily astounded by the vision in front of him, for once, Tommy Shelby is speechless.

"It's nothing..." You whisper reassurance as you know what he is looking at is a woman with a split lip and a black eye.

"Get in my fucking office. Now." Not wanting to anger him further you don't put up a fight, only following his requests. Sitting in the chair in his office he closes the blinds, giving you both more privacy. Kneeling in front of you, he touches your face tenderly and by the look on his gorgeous face you know that he has questions. His eyes run over your body and he instructs you to take your cardigan off.

"I want to see the extent of your injuries." Still kneeling in front of you, you allow yourself to become weak. Letting the tears fall he kissed them away and to your shock takes your face and kisses your lips with such urgency and passion you melt into him. The cardigan not being the only thing to his the floor now, you're basically naked in front of him shivering with nerves and every time the cold hits your back. Tommy kisses every part of your body whispering sweet everything's as he goes along. Finally reaching your mouth he sighs in sadness.

"I'm sorry." His apology comes out of a pained man and your reply is a kiss.

"Don't be." Is all you say before you begin undressing him, suddenly in control Tommy doesn't like it so takes it back sitting you on his desk his eyes fill with lust as he takes you in. His hands travel agonisingly slow up your thighs and you squirm under his touch, begging him to come closer. His hands finally reach the place you want him most and he rubs gently up and down your wetness, sending you wild. Rocking with him you look up to find he's already watching you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm you want him inside you when you do. Undoing his belt and revealing his hard cock you smile, proud that you had this effect on him.

"Eager?" Tommy teases as your hand moves quicker up and down his hard cock, he moans as you take him higher. "Oh god, (Y/N), please..."