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Tommy's fucking wedding day.
everybody's clothes, including yours, pressed straight and polite. as if Peaky Blinders did polite and disciplined. let them dream for the day being.
regardless, relatives and gang members were forbidden the usage of whisky, guns and cocaine or any other drugs for that matter.
the Royal dinner, or as Grace's family liked to call it, was running late because the groom was fucking the bride upstairs, not exactly in a hurry either. their day, their rules. deal with it.
and while only the close family and friends were seated on Mr Thomas Shelby's side, you found yourself squished between Isaiah and Michael. the permissible kind of alcohol making you warm and giddy as you lean back against Isaiah, who spoke softly in your ear, rubbing your arm as if he was trying to make you fall asleep and not try to keep you awake.
"how much did you drink, fuck." Michael cursed under his breath, jealousy prickling at him as he sees you resting back on Isaiahs shoulder, comfortable and zoning off as Arthur tried to have his speech once Tommy and the bride came downstairs, more put together than you'd expect. professionals, ew. (enviously)
"quite a lot? obviously." snark came soft past your lips as they stretched into a grin. "do you have cocaine?" you lean forward, whispering to Michael.
Isaiah followed suit, whispering to you "not now, pretty."
"you heard him." Michael would smirk as he gazed at your lips, thoughts already elsewhere.
fortunately, the dinner went by fine, and then the party followed suit. there was a bunch of dark mild and rum and liqueur. but Michael and you? the two of you occupied a room, locking it behind yourselves as you take a seat opposite of him.
"youre not alike them." you murmur as a blue prescription glass bottle rolled between your fingers, full of irresistible cocaine.
"thats the point, isn't it?" he replied cosily, rolling up a bill between his fingers while he smoked a perfectly good joint.
"where I come from the call it Tokyo." you say as you pop the small bottle open, clinking the bottle on the table once you turned it upside down.
"Tokyo. I might steal that." he offered you the bill and a razor from his flatcap and you happily took both.
his eyes traced your hands, the way you stretched the line of coke on the table, the way the razor softly squeaked against the glass table under the unmeaning pressure. French inhale, that was the thing you noticed the most about Michael regardless of was it a joint or a cigar.
and no, you don't say cigarette, sounds too feminine for their way of living.
he looked softer than the rest, but power hungry. that you could relate to. the power which comes with money, a name, a presence.
you snorted, once. twice. then relaxed as you laid back. on the floor, you felt like floating, drowning, and everything in between. your body felt so light, untill you moved and realised its heavier than expected. eyes blown, vision blurred and warped as you raised your head to look at Michael, who's toying with his gun, spinning the revolver which god knows how many bullets were there, or lack thereof.
"you feeling good hm?" he said as he leaned over the table, snorting the rest of the lines as he groaned, both pain and pleasure
"yeah.." your voice distant and blurred. you saw him take his shirt off, and fuck if the sight wasn't inviting on its own.
"wanna come here? can you, pretty?" he rumbled as he came to pick you up from the floor, placing you on his lap once he sat down, placing the joint between your lips "inhale for me, good. Good. obedient, just like I need you." he cooed with a soft mocking tone.
"good slut." his voice hummed into your skin as he began to peel off your clothes. Once you backtracked, stopping his hands his gun immediately pressed uo against your throat.
"don't defy me, pretty. we didn't come here for chatter, you came here for a dirty ol' night. dirty ol' night you'll get." he warned, the barrel of the gun nuzzled against your jugular as you hesitantly let him take off your clothes
"now, on your knees, take my pants off." he demanded, lifting his hips once you sunk between his thighs and had already undone the belt. "you know how to suck dick?"
"well.. no. I've never..." you began but Michael was quick to cut you off.
"okay so simple ground rules, no teeth and no biting. second, you suck on it." hes tugging his underwear down, exposing quite hard length
you feel dizzy, his hand in your hair guides you forward as he placed the tip between your lips, spitting on the leaking tip as the saliva he just spit coats the gland and your widened lips.
you've never gotten on your knees to suck someone off, hell, you probably wouldn't even suck him off if he didn't have you wrapped around his finger.
your tongue darted out to kitty lick at his entrance and the taste of him had your drooling. he was soon bobbing your head up and down, forcing his length past your gag reflex even when you choked on him. the gun pressed against your temple, still there, still warning.
gasping, you pull away, but only because he let you. you're basically leaking, your own underwear is sticky with slick and it's fuckass embarrassing how much being used turns both of you on. masochist and sadist always got along.
"I knew you had it in you, slut. come here, sit on my lap, let me see how much you can take before you beg me for more." he all but hissed in your ear, grabbing you by the hips, pumping himself as he teased your entrance, feeling it clench around nothing, his fingers reached for you, collecting all the slick and wetness on his finger before he pushes it into you.
even now, barely doing anything, he's having you doubled over, gasping into his shoulder. how loud would you get when he fucks you? that will have to be discovered, as soon as possible. right now? yes.
he doesn't really wait for your permission anymore, but like you're gonna push him away now, he slides slow and painful into your hole, stretching you wide.
"fuck yes, tight little thing." he groans, stilling himself after he had just went balls deep, trying not to cum just from how tight you are. "relax, shit if you keep doing that, you're gonna rip my dick off. oh.. ah.." he gasped as he feels you tighten around him, out of pure arousal of the filth spilling past his mouth. he had to relax your himself, the drugs weren't enough as he palmed at the bundle of nerves, making your hips jerk
"Michael please... fuck me already." a breathless moan squeaked past your mouth.
"on it, luvvie. on it." he says as he began to move, head lolling back as he thrusts up in you, seeing stars each time he feels your gummy walls flutter around him. "relax for me, slut. can't fuck you if you don't let me fuck you. then I might have to be rougher than this."
and like on purpose, you didn't listen, your walls clenched around him relentlessly, milking him even if he didn't cum yet. he warned you twice, third time won't do. he grabs your hips and while you're straddling him he starts to rut into you from below.
"could've been an obedient slut, look at what you're making me do." he crooned, your hole quelching from how tightly you're clenching around him, too aroused to relax, too coked up to know what you're doing.
he's thrusting up in you, squeezing your ass each time you take him to the hilt. he's moaning in your ear, and that gets you to ease up a little, relaxing as he took advantage of everything you gave.
your carefree moans had to be shushed with his hand, as he covered your mouth, thrusts mean and pleasuring all the same.
the barely noticed the way your eyes swelled up with tears, how you're gasping, breathless and so hopelessly horny.
but he does notice the way you're clenching around him again, with a different kind of intensity, like you're holding yourself back. he drugged you up nice and easy, how do you still have the mind to keep yourself from cumming on him?
"yer making me work for it, slut. cum around me, lemme feel ya." he croons into your neck, removing his hand from your mouth before he kisses you, claiming, powerful. possessive in a way that haunts you, doesn't just own.
with the next few rolls of his hips in your hole you came, he whimpered, feeling you squeeze and milk him for all his worth.
he came into you, hips twitching as he held your hips down, so you're not able to pull away.
you sighed, resting your forehead on his.
knock-knock.
"Michael?" a voice from outside.
whoops.