Thomas Brodie-Sangster Smutty Imagines

#20 | Cock Block / Part 1

Summary: Getting interrupted by Dylan

Warning: Nothing

Short Story

Authors note: Sorry there's no smut in this one. And sorry it's short. But hey I'm getting back into it so woo.

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For the last couple days, Dylan was living with you and Thomas while his house was being renovated. You both didn't mind having Dylan around, but it was killing the sexual tension around the house with you and Thomas. Your sex life had been expectantly cut short.

"Tommy, please," you begged once again.

"It's only for one more week, babe," Thomas reminded you, walking into the kitchen with him. "We can do whatever you want then.

"I know; I just miss doing certain things with you around the house," you sighed, wrapping you arms around his neck. "Things like coming home and spending personal time with you or making breakfast in your t-shirts after what I would call a very eventful night," you said below whisper.

"Y/N..." He softly warned. He tried not looking at you directly because he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

"Or lazy Saturdays in bed with me asleep on your chest or me screaming your name any where in the house because of how good you make me feel when you fuck me," you moaned with a hot breathe against his neck.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned before crashing his lips on yours. He backed you up onto the table with his hands tight on your waist. "Dylan will be back in an hour, babe, so can be as loud as you want for me," Thomas reminded you while lifting up your shirt, throwing it behind him, and sucking on your collarbone.

You closed your eyes in pure bliss as each mark Thomas made felt like fire on your skin. You gripped his biceps, trying to stay on the table. "Baby, please, I need more." You begged, laying your back on the table.

"Tell me what you want," He told you with his forehead pressed up on yours.

"I kinda want you guys to stop since I eat there with you," Dylan said, walking to the fridge, stopping you and Thomas in your tracks.

Thomas was quick to cover you up by shielding your body with his. You had a complete look of terror in your eyes.

"Dylan! I thought you were going out for like an hour!" you yelled, frantically putting on your shirt that had been thrown on the floor.

"I came back early," he simply replied, grabbing a water.

"You could of least said something," Thomas shot back.

"What's the fun in that?" Dylan chuckled. "Baby, please, I need more." he mimicked in a high pitched voice.

"Get out of here!" you yelled, shoving him.

"Someone has to keep you kids in line."

"We could just kick you out of our home and make you stay at a hotel and tell fans about it," Thomas threatened.

"I'll be in my room," Dylan decided before walking away.

You sighed in frustration.

"Just one more week babe," Thomas repeated. "Just one."

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The end.

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