Prompt: Michael and you are friends with benefits.
A/N: Someone requested Michael smut but I like to write the lead ups to them first because it makes the smut more intimate. I hope you are all okay with that. I can imagine that this fic will be maybe 3 Parts when I map it out in my head. Sorry if this one is boring. I promise part two will be a lot more exciting. I tried out doing different Point of Views(POV) because I thought it would help make more sense of the story. Please leave feedback so I can know what I should change for the next part. Did you love it? Hate it? Let me know! Also, Happy Easter to everyone!
You turned the corner on your way to The Garrison. Isaiah and Michael had taken off from the offices an hour or so before you had. You needed to finish some work. Plus, you wanted to reapply some makeup and redo your mess of hair that you threw up this morning to avoid being late.
“Come on, Y/F/N! Let’s just get out of here! You have been staring at paperwork all day. I’m surprised your eyes still function and that your brain hasn’t fried. Plus we are the last ones here.” Isaiah joked sitting on the edge of your desk. You didn’t let your eyes stray from all of the work laid in front of you. The papers on your desk still required lots of attention and seemingly so did Isaiah as he grabbed the pen out of your hand and holding it far out of your reach.
“Isaiah, I’m serious I need to finish this! Tommy’s gonna have my head if I don’t get this done!” You pleaded, pausing to change your tone. “And I’m going to have yours if you don’t give that back to me right now!” You demanded standing to try and grab it out of his hands. You bit your lower lip to keep yourself from laughing, trying desperately to look stern.
“Fine, but only because you asked nicely.” He said sarcastically, holding it in front of you and pulling it away again jokingly. You gave him a stern look, to which he gave it back to you still chuckling. A curse word came out of your mouth as you started laughing with him. You really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had made you laugh.
Prompt: You and Michael are friends with benefits and there is a lot of sexual tension.
A/N: Sorry this is so short. There will be at least two more parts for sure probably more because I feel like there is a lot I can do with this storyline. Sorry my posting has slowed down a lot. I am working on writing at any free time I can which is basically at two in the morning. I hope you enjoy this part! Thank you for the requests and all of the liking and reblogging I get. Please give me feedback! I promise I’m ten times more motivated to write when I get nice messages and lovely inbox stuff. Thank you again for your continued support!
“Hey, boys!” you grinned trying to make nothing of Isaiah and Michael’s wandering stares. Michael continued drinking while his eyes darted across your body.
“We are not boys. You are talking to men here.” Isaiah retorted, taking another drink of whiskey.
“Don’t be afraid to remind me of that next time you begin crying over me stitching up your wounds.” you replied grinning cheekily over knocking him down a peg. A few weeks ago Isaiah got stabbed in the thigh over a small gang scuffle. He probably wouldn’t have normally cried but the alcohol in his system told him to do otherwise.
“I cried one time! Plus it was a big cut!” he pouted, getting almost instantly defensive. Michael still eyed you nervously, only providing slight laughter but seemed to or was pretending to look more interested in his cigarette and glass of whiskey.
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ok we get that sort of but are ya’ll ever going to touch on that again? or are we just supposed to like? take that information and live with it? and never question it or think about it too hard?
~warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, fighting, and crying.~
Prompt: You and Michael get into a fight.
A/N: This probably isn’t the best thing I have ever written but I’m honestly just trying to get back into the swing of things. Either way I hope you enjoy it. I didn’t really know where to end it but the next part will probably be a Michael POV of getting the reader home and putting the reader to sleep. I still keep getting loads of followers, so welcome if you are new and thank you for all the support if you are a recurring reader. Feedback would be so much appreciated as I kind of feel like my account died and am feeling pretty unmotivated as of right now. Besides that thank you all for the likes/reblogs feel free to comment or send in a request. I have a prompt list floating around somewhere on my blog. (I’m pretty sure it’s tagged prompt list.) The next thing I’m thinking of writing is probably a smut of some kind. (One of the John requests I’ve received.) Okay now I’m just rambling haha. I hope you all enjoy. Leave Feedback :)
Your body was pressed between the random man and a tall standing table, as you stared up at him. He was quite handsome and seemed like the business type. A kind guy with little to no dirt on him. The type of guy who worked a clean job, having not done a single illegal thing in his life. His name was Frank or Fred or something of that caliber, but it didn’t really matter. Too bad you didn’t aim for the nice and neat guys because this one seemed quite the catch. All you knew or cared about was that it was getting to Michael and that’s all you were looking to do. Your hand played at his arm as you made flirty conversation. Leading the conversation into one that allowed you to put your hands in his blonde hair. Complimenting him on his glassy blue eyes and his white toothed grin. His words were smooth like a salesman but with the genuinity of a boy. You leaned up to whisper into the man’s ear looking across the room at Michael to see how much of his attention you had. Michael’s eyes didn’t move from you, observing your every move.
Within a few seconds Michael was walking toward the two of you. Michael had this unwavering confidence, something you always found super alluring about him. If he was on edge he did a good job hiding it. He was fearless ever since he had become a more active member of the Peaky Blinders.
The man placed a kiss on your hand while he continued to talk sweet nothings to you. His hands moved to your hips as he gave you a twinkling smile. It wasn’t until when he felt Michael’s eyes on the two of you, that he shifted his focus to Michael.
“Did you need something?” The man questioned, not rudely but genuinely wanting to know what he wanted, looking at Michael who just stood leaning against the table you were pressed against.