peaky blinders imagines + smut.

john shelby: another man's touch. (smut warning)

ANOTHER MAN'S TOUCH.

John Shelby was the most charming man that you had ever come across. His goofy smile that always lit up the room, the toothpick that hung from his lips as he spoke to you in a hushed whisper when the two of you were alone in the backroom and the compliments that he showered you in whenever he could. John Shelby was also a jealous man, his rage getting the better of him whenever he saw another man look at you for too long. He would tense his jaw and look away, leisurely smoking on his cigar and wordlessly praying that you would not return the coquettish behaviour. You were not the type of girl to run off with another man or cheat, but it didn't stop John from worrying like an idiot.

You and John were sat in the backroom, the two of you sat in silence after an extensive day at the betting shop - which involved many mistakes due to your lack of sleep. You were laid down the sofa's, your head resting on John's lap as he ran his fingers through your hair and smoked the notorious cigar with the other hand. Harmony filled the room, for the first time in weeks. Your youngest daughter had kept you and John awake all night and after a lot of pleading, Polly had finally agreed to look after the hound of kids, so you and John could spend the night together at home, all alone with no disruptions. Naturally, the two of you had headed straight over to The Garrison, in need of strong beverage to relax after the taxing day.

"Are you alright?" John asked, his voice more like a whisper. You sat up and rubbed your eyes before downing your drink in one go, the harsh burn of the liquor setting your insides alight. "Be careful, you get fucking pissed just smelling it," he joked, that same grin on his face.

"I don't drink every day, so I haven't built up a tolerance," you mumbled, pressing your lips against John's exposed neck. He rolled his head to the side at the action and pressed one of his large hands on the back of your head, holding you in place and permitting you to leave marks on the skin. "I've missed this."

"Missed what?"

"Silence," you replied, finally pulling away.

"There's a bloody party going on out there," he argued good-humouredly. "Then again, it wouldn't exactly be silent at home now, would it?" John teased, hiking your dress to expose more of your thighs.

"To me, silence is not having to listen to kids kicking off and screaming, complaining about what was for dinner or shouting at each other because someone took the best jigsaw puzzle," you responded as you placed your hand over John's, guiding his finger further up your legs until he reached your underwear. John simply toyed with you, his finger sliding over your wetness before pulling away and returning to rubbing your skin. Public sex was not something you did but it had been too long since you had been close to John. "Are you going to do this all night?" you asked, referring to his teasing.

"Of course, I am, love. No fucking kids, the whole house to ourselves." His eyes darkened at the thought as he dragged you closer to him, pressing a deep and open-mouthed kiss against your mouth. You brought him ridiculously closer as you massaged your tongues together, kissing like some love-struck teenagers that had met up in the late night to make out, so their parents didn't find out about the top-secret relationship - just like you and John did when you were young. Your parents never approved of John, but it didn't stop him making an honest woman out of you. "Just want to take you home, now." You didn't respond, your hands coming to John's collar to pull him back in for another kiss. You took control this time, your hands wrapping around his throat as you bit on his bottom lip, causing John to moan and groan as you made yourself comfy on his lap.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moved your hips backwards and forwards against his clothed cock, breathless moans leaving your swollen lips and your arms tight around his neck. His fingers made their way down your clad chest and stomach before descending under the dress that he had brought you on your anniversary, a dress that you had been admiring for months.

"Stop," you muttered, moving to remove yourself from his lap.

"Why do you want to stop, love?"

You didn't respond to John and instead, quickly made sure that the door to the backroom was locked before walking back over to him, resting hand on his shoulder. John looked at you with misunderstanding but soon realised what you were doing as you lowered yourself onto your knees. Your plump lips were soon wrapped around his cock, taking every inch of him in like it was the last time you would ever do it. John's hands soon came to your hair, pulling on it as he guided you up and down, revelling in the feeling of his wife's lips on his cock after so long. The feeling was almost tremendous - he was in his own world, loud moans falling from his mouth, praises every now and again, letting you know that you were doing an amazing job at pleasuring your husband. After so many years together, he still made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

Your hands wrapped his cock and your lips remained on the tip of his cock, sucking softly while remaining eye contact. That alone made John want to come there and then, your seductive stare clouding his brain until he was nothing but a whimpering mess.

"Treat me so good," he managed to say, his words broken up as he bucked his hips forward. "So fucking good." John was so caught up in his frenzy that he barely noticed you stand up and when he did, his eyes flew open and his jaw clenched. "What are you doing?" he asked, quickly tucking himself back into his trousers. You grinned to yourself as you walked backwards until you were pressed against the door, John quickly following. "You're in trouble now." The giggles left your lips once more until your arms were wrapped around John's neck, pressing light kisses to his jaw.

"Do you want to take this home?" you asked, rubbing your cheek against his. "There's plenty of surfaces that we haven't fucked on yet."

"I'd like that very much - "

"Oi, open the fucking door."

John muttered curse words into your neck as the two of you listened to Arthur banging on the door, silently praying that he would give up and walk away but you knew it wasn't going to happen. From the way he spoke, you could tell that he had already been drinking at other bars and he wanted nothing more but to be in the comfort of his beloved backroom.

"We have to let him in," you sighed. John rolled his eyes before moving your away from the door, his hands still on your waist. Groaning softly, John walked over to the door and unlocked it, Arthur tumbling in only seconds later. "How much have you had to drink, Arthur?" you asked, reaching down to grab the metal cigarette case from the table.

"Not enough, my love," he announced, moving over to wrap his around your shoulders. "What's my favourite sister-in-law doing tonight?"

"Coming back home with me," John snapped, his face full of annoyance. "Probably would have been fucking if you hadn't stomped in here."

"John," you said, your voice full of warning. He pulled a face and raised his arm to gesture over to Arthur who still had an arm slumped around your neck. "Arthur, would you like me to get you a drink?" A part of you wanted to wind John up as you knew full well that it would benefit you later in the night. Possessive, jealous sex with John was the best - in your eyes, anyway. "Or maybe we can catch up, it's been a few days, hasn't it?" You looked over your shoulder at John as you seated Arthur on the chairs. John wasn't stupid, he knew what you were doing and even though he was trying to keep calm, because he knew it was all a joke, the jealously continued to brew inside of him as he watched you giggle along to Arthur's humorous jokes.

"John boy, you don't look very happy," Arthur pointed out, smirking to himself as he noticed the tension.

"I don't like you touching my wife like that," he said, his voice full of anger. Arthur's arm had moved to around your waist - which you hadn't noticed yourself - and his fingers were trailing up your side. Arthur was well-aware of the game that you were playing and had decided to join in himself, even if he did feel slightly bad for winding his younger brother up. "I think we should go."

"I'll see you later, Arthur," you said, winking slightly as he nodded towards John who was walking out of The Garrison. "Oi, John," you shouted, running quickly to catch up with his pacing feet. Before you could form any more wards, you were pressed against the cold brick wall, John's mouth instantly on your neck.

"You're in even more trouble now," he muttered, his voice low and husky. "No man gets to touch you, ever."