TBS and Newt Imagines

tbs || honey, i'm home

HIII. Requests are open. I just updated my other book, Love Me Again, as well. So do check that out.

I just love these kinds of imagines. Sue me.

You rolled onto your back with an irritated groan. Your cat, appropriately named Tom has gone up the cupboard again.

Ava had given the thing to you on your birthday last year. Thomas was horrified at the name choice, to say the least. You had decided on Tommy at first, but you already called your boyfriend that. It took about half a year for Thomas to stop frowning at the mention of the chocolate brown cat's name.

You stumbled into the kitchen of your apartment, accidentally stepping on things like a hairbrush and Thomas' tie in the dark. Probably Tom's doing.

"Tom, down!" you whispered sternly, not sure where he is.

Chuckle.

"Thomas!"

The moment your eyes registered a tall figure, your arms captured it immediately. He smelled like his car from the hours of driving. His cologne still on his fancy shirt. But that didn't matter. You could stay in his neck for hours.

He sat you on the kitchen countertop and you spread your legs so he could step in between them.

"Honey, I'm home," he whispered huskily into your ear, making you shiver.

"Well, this apartment is definitely home now that you're here." you whispered back.

"You flatter."

"Just telling the truth."

You reluctantly let go of your boyfriend so he could turn on the dim lights. He had been making tea when you sleepily jumped him.

"You want a cup?"

"No, thanks."

You sat cross-legged on the countertop, watching him make tea. His muscles strained on his baby blue button-down.

"How was your business trip?"

"Full of business." he hid his frown by drinking his cup of tea. "Tiring."

"You should have gone to a strip club or something. Unwind."

Thomas smirked, placing his cup next to you and leaning in closer to you. "Hmm. Maybe I should have."

"Yeah. You could have met a lot of cute girls." your smile widened as you smelled the tea on him.

"Pity." you felt his smile on your forehead. "But you know what's more pitiful?"

"What?"

"Men who go there waste their time. I've gotten the cutest girl already," he pinched your cheek, making your smile disappear.

"Stooop, Thomas," you whined, leaning away from his hand. Obviously, your efforts of trying to yank his wrist away were fruitless. The muscles in his shirt said so.

When you were growing visibly tired of pushing away, he gripped your face with his large hands and tilted it up. You could feel the heat of his face. "Shhh. You love me."

"I do?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

He kissed you furiously.

"Mhmm. I think I do."

He laughed.

He turned away from you to fix his things - the briefcase he'd dropped on the floor and the coat he threw on the chair. He took a spare change of sweatpants in his bag and undressed so that he was only dressed in that.

Of course, not without winking at you when he was almost stark naked and making you beet red.

To cover it up, you drank his mug of tea.

"Hey," he whined. "I thought you didn't want one."

"But you woke me up and hurt my cheek, so you owe me."

"You're lucky I can't deny you anything." 

"I am." you kissed him. "I really am."