Thomas Shelby Imagines

Love Bites

Warnings: smutty, jealous Tommy

Tommy waited impatiently for you to get back to the humongous house. He'd never once had any self-doubt when it came to you, except for today. You'd gotten up ridiculously early and slid out of bed, attempting to keep quiet and not wake Tommy, but he watched your rigmarole of getting ready in silence.

He didn't say a word over breakfast, waiting for you to explain what your plans for the day were, receiving nothing more than a kiss on the cheek and a quick goodbye as you hurried outside to wait for someone.

Poll had come home later that afternoon and told him that she'd seen you with a handsome young man who sounded like he was from the country. Tommy knew everyone from your past, but this one mysterious man, he wasn't happy about it.

"(Y/N)?" He called when you hurried past his office.

"Yes Tommy?" You hummed and headed into the office.

He set down his cigarette and rounded his desk before saying anything. His face blank and unreadable as he looked you over and seemed to decide he wasn't as angry as he had been that morning.

"Did you have a good time with your friend?" He was carefully

"Yes, we had dinner in the city." You smiled and went to leave the room when Tommy slammed the door and stopped you from leaving.

"I hadn't met him before." Tommy muttered, coughing and stepping back as if to silently apologise for the outburst.

"He isn't an old friend." You mumbled and glanced away from Tommy who's jaw clenched. "I wrote to him during the war."

"You willingly went somewhere with a man you'd never met before without telling me, what if you'd gotten hurt?" Tommy barked suddenly although it was more out of frustrated relief.

"I'm sorry I didn't think." You mumbled and hugged Tommy who sighed and kissed you.

Tommy kissed you again, this time trailing kisses down your jaw line and neck, making you gasp as he suckled the skin of your collar bone. His hands gripped your hips and you back hit the wall behind you.

"Tommy." You moaned out and he smirked, continuing to leave small red marks up your neck.

"Invite him to dinner." Tommy muttered as he pulled away.

"Why?" You asked curiously and he tilted his head as he brushed his thumb over your lips.

"Because I like to get to know my enemies." Tommy hummed as he stepped away from you and inspected the marks he'd left on your skin.

"Why is he your enemy?" You asked curiously.

"Because any man that wants to be alone with you and avoids me is my enemy." Tommy smiled when you smirked and shook your head.