Ranboo X Tommy Novels & Stories

“What?” Bruno just pretended not to see that, his phoenix eyes held a smile. “I don't have any money on me, I want to go buy warm clothes, eat a meal, and then buy another pack of cigarettes. Can you give me some money, please?” Bertha tried to suppress her anger, she looked towards Tommy. “How much cash do you carry?” Tommy immediately opened the inside pocket of his suit, touched his pants pocket, and said. “I have five hundred dollars.”

*** Enthusiast Jeffrey Campbell sat at the Argent's high class breakfast patio with moody Ricky Winterfield who he practically dragged out of his house early that morning. Well, Jeffrey couldn't stand his knucklehead best friends waste a whole Saturday doing nothing but wallowing in distasteful "self-induced boredom" as he put it. He was positioned next to Tommy De' Argent, Arian's baby brother who was a lot more fun. Tommy was a little before six. Madame Rose De' Argent, who the boys loved to call Mom Rose, had Tommy late. Precisely thirteen years after she had Arian. Unlike his big brother, cool thing's Tommy was a mix of funny, mischievous and sweet.

he announced. “Very impressive,” I agreed. “But maybe next time be cautious about doing all these dangerous tricks.” “It’s not dangerous,” Tommy protested. “I’m a wolf! We’re supposed to climb things!” “You haven’t even had your first shift yet,” Emma pointed out matter-of-factly. “You’re not a wolf yet. You’re just Tommy.” “I’m still going to be a strong wolf when I grow up,” Tommy insisted. “The strongest in the pack!” “The second strongest,” Emma corrected. “After Alpha Rowan.”

With his shoes and secret socks in his hands, water sogging out of his black suit, he walks away. “Hey!!!” Tommy screams while his parents laugh out loud as they watch their son run towards Leo. He turns baffled. And poses. “You didn’t tell me your name.” Tommy says, lifting his head up to look at him. Leo shakes his head, smiling. He bends to be at the same level with him. “I am Leonardo.” “So, can I call you, Panthera Leo?” Leo’s face beams and soft laughs elude him. “Uhaa.Sure. I love that, mr scientist.”

They had become friends after her friend married his brother. Bea could see black ink peeking out from the wrist of his white shirt. Though the suit he wore was tailored for him, she could see the outline of muscles that it was covering. He wore an earring on his left ear and as usual, his hair looked like he just dragged himself from bed. “Tommy, I wasn’t expecting you,” Bea said as she stood up to greet him. “Adrian was caught up with something last minute. I am pretty sure I can handle this,” he said. His voice was what Bea could simply describe as sex. It fit well with the rest of him.

“Yeah, that shit was crazy, man. Everyone cheered her on. Well, the ones that weren’t making out. The next song came on and she just whipped her top off.” “What her tits look like?” the black guy asked. “She was wearing a bra.” “Shit,” the black guy said with emotional disappointment. “Don’t be disappointed the best is yet to come. Some dude that was a business consultant yelled at her. She was like, fuck it. We’re going to have the time of our lives.” “Oh, boy,” the black guy said. Tommy approached them. He set a beer down for D.W. “Here, man, I made you a fresh gin on the rocks,” he said to the black guy and sat it down in front of him.

"One fifty is the best I can do. It's a special edition." I was about to give up when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Tommy, are you trying to scam tourists again?" I turned, and there was Nate, wearing jeans and a black leather jacket. He looked nothing like the suited executive I knew. He looked younger, more relaxed, and definitely more... approachable. "Nate!" Tommy exclaimed, his face lighting up. "My friend! I didn't know you two knew each other." "We work together," Nate said as he stepped closer to the stall. "And she's not a tourist, Tommy. She's Verdanian, but she lives here now."

But maybe it was time to atone for not being around when my father needed me the most. “Okay, then. Bring her across to the St Andrew’s cross, Alpha Dante. Let’s have us a little warm-up show.” I thought they’d forgotten about the topless part, until Tommy ruthlessly stripped me of my bra in front of the X. “Now everyone can see the targets,” he said. I was still trying to work that one out when Dante strapped me in. At first I thought he’d made a novice mistake, because I was facing outwards and not towards the wall. Then I saw Tommy’s hateful grin and realised the intention.

The second one was an event photo. Tommy was in a tux with his arms around Bianca Lawson. Both of them were laughing at something the third person said, and the caption read: Bianca Lawson and her brother, Tommy, at the afterparty of the BB Cosmetics opening launch. The words blurred, and my stomach clenched. I read further. Tommy was Bianca’s adopted brother. The more I scrolled, the more photos of them at different locations. They looked close. Very close. Was Tommy running into me a coincidence? Did he really not know who I was?

I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.