A Collection of Imagines

Tom

Just Like a Shelby pt.3

I slam the door open as hard as I can and walk right out of that fucking room. His words ringing in my ears. The fuck? He thinks that he can just fucking claim me like some piece of meat. My shoes tap against the cement floor, echoing down the long hallway. I hear the door fly open again, but I don't look. 

"Hey." 

He calls out to me, but I still keep walking. 

"Hey."

He gets louder, but I keep going. 

"HEY!" 

I turn on my heel to him. "What do you mean I needed to know?" I'm surprised at how close he is to me. He's probably 5 feet away from me, but fury still pours out of my eyes as I stare him down. His eyes soften at my question. 

"What?" 

"You know fucking what. I'm not some piece of live stock for you to purchase, Alfie!" I take a step towards him as I yell in his face. He chuckles to himself and smirks to me.

"You're not?" 

He cocks his head to side. Not fucking funny. I turn around again, ready to walk down the hallway and away from him, but I feel his grip on my wrist. I turn, twist my wrist under his grasp, and throw his hand away from me, setting me free quicker than under his control. I lean closer to his face. His face surprised by the move. Thank you, Arthur. "Stop handing like I'm your fucking tramp. I'm not your whore." 

"Oh, you should know better than that, love." 

I'm frozen at his words. "What?" 

"I don't want you to be my whore, but with a mouth like that I should. You should know better than that." 

He steps towards me again. His chest almost touches mine as he looks down at me. 

"And I know better than to think that you don't feel the same things as I do." 

My eyebrows furrow at his words. He dips his head down to my ear. His lips on the shell on my ear and I'm frozen again. 

"I know you want to claim me, too." 

My eyes close as his beard scratches my cheek. I feel his hand come up to my collarbone and resting there as the other clasps itself around my wrist again, trying to keep me there. 

"Admit it, you want me, too." 

His breath hits my neck as he dips his head further down me. His lips wrap around some skin on the crest of my neck and my shoulder. The pleasure snaps me out of the daze. I step back away from him. Oh my god, what the fuck am I doing? Tommy is going to absolutely kill me. I pant a few feet away from him. "I can't, Alfie." I turn and walk down the hallway away from him.