Thomas Brodie-Sangster Smutty Imagines

#8 | Dark Thomas

Summary: Drunk Thomas. Rough sex.

Warning: Smut

Short Story 

Authors note: This ones a bit long... Guess I just got a little... excited.

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It was just after midnight you woke up alone. You and Thomas spent the night together but he must of left. Disappointed you sighed, got dressed and curled yourself under the covers.

A few minutes passed when you heard a clatter from downstairs. You froze in your spot, but then you thought it would have to be Thomas. You slowly moved your body up from the bed, and you walked out of your room and down the dark hallway to the stairs.

You made your way down the staircase, and peaked your head down to see if anyone was there, but no one came in sight and it was quiet.

Maybe I was just hearing things. You thought. But deep down you believed Thomas would never leave after such a good night.

You continued to walk anyways, and once you completely made it down the stairs, you quickly looked around in a full 360 degree angle.

"Thomas?" You croaked.

Silence.

You frowned, and just as you turned around to make your way back upstairs, you heard glass break against the fall and Thomas standing in the dark, off balance, staring at you.

"Thomas!" You screamed. “You scared me,”

You started to walk slowly towards him, “Are you drunk?” you whispered. Thomas didn’t say a word, he just smirked at you and once you got closer his eyes were bloodshot and his hair was messy. Without warning Thomas clamps a hand over your mouth, causing you to let out a small moan. He roughly slams you into the wall behind you, causing you to shut my eyes tightly, as he grabs both your wrists, pinning them up above your head.

You heard Thomas hum slightly, and you soon felt goose bumps rise on your skin, as you felt one of his hands gently graze the side of your face, while the other kept both wrists pinned up.

You tried to move your head away from him, but he just tilted it back. You kept your eyes shut because you didn’t want to see how is eyes were no longer gorgeous brown but bloodshot and watery.

Soft whimpers escaped your lips. Half of you was scared, you’d been with drunk Thomas before but right now he’s different. On the other hand, he is turning you on, especially when you wiggle your hips to try and get some friction from him, his grip around your wrist get tighter.

"Look at me, Y/N." He said in a gently, but ever so dangerous tone. You open slowly and meet Thomas’s, and he gave you a sly grin, and his eyes slowly left yours and graved down your body, painfully slow.

"Mm." He hummed. "So innocent."

You pursed your lips, and arched your back, pressing your boobs against his chest. 

He chuckled darkly. “Uh-uh. Bad girl. Stay still love.”

You let out a cry through gritted teeth. “What are you going to do about it?”

He chuckled again. “I think you should be punished for being so bad,” he cooed in a dark tone.

Your eyes widened and you opened my mouth and he wasted no time smashing his lips against yours, slipping his tongue in, as he got the opportunity too, when you gasped.

With all your might and willpower, you bite down on his tongue, causing him to moan in your mouth.

He lets go of your wrists and he takes a hole of your waist, throwing you over his broad shoulder.