Thomas Shelby Imagines

Dominance

Warnings: Dom!Reader, smut, sex

There was no doubt in your mind that Tommy was furious. He'd told you not to follow him, to stay safe and indoors but there you were in the doorway, thinking you'd remained hidden away. Once Tommy sent away the men he'd been dealing with he sighed and lit a cigarette.

"Are you going to come out or shall we pretend that I don't know you're there?" Tommy muttered.

He watched as you reluctantly approached him and sighed, this wasn't the first time you'd done this. He kept trying to find new ways to encourage you to stay out of harm's way but you were stubborner than he was.

"You need to stop this (Y/N), if one of them men had seen you..." Tommy trailed off dropping the had he'd jerked through the air.

"I'm not some little delicate thing I want to help!" You insisted.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face as he listened to you talking. After a few minutes of talking he realised that ultimately all you wanted was to be in charge of something in your life, to for once, be the one calling the shots. He slowly walked towards you, waiting for you to notice the curious look in his eyes.

"What can I do to make it better?" He asked as his hands found your hips, pulling you into him.

"T... take your jacket off." You demanded nervously.

He eyed you for a moment before nodding and ripping his jacket off, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. His breath became quick as your hands went to fumble with his trousers and you pushed him down onto the single chair that occupied the room once they'd fallen down.

You slid your underwear off and climbed into Tommy's lap, moving his hands from your waist to his side and positioned yourself so you could sink down onto him. He let out a soft sigh before fixing his blue eyes on you and gripped the legs of the chair as you rode him.

"No touching." You told Tommy.

"Whatever you say (Y/N) you're in charge." He hummed to satisfied with the tight grip on his shoulders which you used to move yourself.

You continued to rise up and down, the tips of your toes pressing against the floor, giving you more push which had Tommy groaning. When your pace slowed and you began to clench around him he tried to grip your hips to keep you moving but you stubbornly pushed them to his side and determinedly bounced up and down until your body clenched and shuddered.

He let you flop against him without moving, waiting for you to say he could carry you home or at least touch you again.