Thomas Shelby Imagines

Having Fun?

Warnings: smut

"Well hello beautiful." John chuckled as he watched you hurry through the Garrison.

"Hello John boy." You chuckled.

He ducked his head and lent on the bar next to you, laughing and muttering to you, neither of you noticing Tommy's watchful gaze that was fixated on the exchange. Eventually Arthur hurried over to stop John from lifting you over his shoulder and taking you home.

"See you later (Y/N)." Arthur said as he led John out of the pub.

When you finally headed over to Tommy he sighed and looked up at you. Rolling his cigarette between his fingers as you stood next to him, eyeing him up when you realized he was clenching his jaw as if he was angry.

"Where you having fun with my brother (Y/N)?" Tommy huffed and you rolled your eyes.

"Yes I was actually." You sighed and sat down opposite him.

Your answer sparked an argument that lasted the entire walk home, through dinner and into the evening. Eventually Tommy slammed his whisky glass down and backed you against the wall, hands fisting your hair and dress as he kissed you.

Clothes were torn off and abandoned on the floor, leading to him lifting you up into his arms and carrying you to your bed, dropping you down on it before roughly attacking your body with kisses. His hands tugged your legs around his waist and slowly ground his hips against you.

"I don't appreciate being ignored for my brother." Tommy grumbled as he thrusted into you and your whole body arched into him.

Tommy was usually soft and careful with you however tonight he was too furious to keep control of himself. The rest of the night the two of you took your frustrations out on each other, taking turns to dominate each other as hand rediscovered the others body.