Thomas Brodie-Sangster Smutty Imagines

#3 | Fun in his Dressing Room

Summary: You and Thomas get it on in his dressing room. 

Warning: Smut

Short Story 

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You hadn’t seen Thomas for a few days and you thought you could go down to where they were filming (The Scorch Trials) and see how he is. He had his own dressing room and you were told he would be there as he just finished filming for the day. You knocked and he opened the door without his shirt on and gave you a smile and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered in his ear. He pulled away placing his arms on your shoulders,

“I missed you too.” He sighed then leant back in and kissed you. Once the kiss was over you turned around and closed the door. Thomas started talking about his day on set as he walked away, about the scene they shot today, and the funny prank they had pulled on Will. You weren’t really listening as he babbled on about his day, all you could do was watch his body as he moved across the room, his muscles contract and stretch as he picked up his t-shirt and put it on.

As if your hands suddenly had a mind of their own, you began unbuttoning your shirt slowly, then dropped it to the floor, when suddenly Thomas turned around and looked at you, stopping mid-sentence, stunned to see you undressing yourself. You didn’t know where this courage was coming from, it was like you weren’t even yourself, but you didn’t stop, you stripped your tank top off next, leaving you only in your black lace bra. You took a few slow steps toward him, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs, revealing your matching black lace panties. Thomas’s eyes were huge with shock as he watched you cross the room toward him, his eyes roaming up and down your body with lust.

You stepped right up to him and put your arms around him, kissing down his neck and collarbone, you could feel him shiver beneath you. He let you lift his shirt off of him, and then your hands went to his waist and pulled his sweatpants down.

As soon as his sweatpants hit the floor, it was as if his mind finally told him what he was supposed to do, and his hands were on you immediately. He lifted you up by wrapping his hands around your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him desperately. He pushed you harshly against the wall, grinding into you. You removed your lips from his, and began kissing his neck and down his chest. Moving your hips in sync with his and moaning slightly.

“Fuck” you heard him whisper breathlessly in your hair.
You could feel the wetness between your legs and you wanted him so badly. As if reading your mind, he lifted you off the wall, and carried you toward his couch. Laying you down, he crawled over you and began attacking your neck and chest with his lips, his hands roaming your sides and chest, and your hands digging into his back and shoulders. He slipped his hand down to your panties and rubbed you through the thin material that was now soaking wet.

You moaned as he touched you, “please Thomas” you said, arching your back to get closer to him.
He removed his hand and nearly ripped your panties off you, sliding two fingers in you. You moaned his name as he began pumping his fingers inside you. His head was bent and leaning on your shoulder as he breathed heavily. You let your hands roam his back and shoulders, and placed small kisses on down his neck, making him shiver and pump his fingers faster.

“Th-thomas,” you stuttered, “I’m about to come.” You dragged your nails across his shoulders and arched your back higher. He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving you with an empty feeling in the pit of your stomach as soon as the pressure was gone. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them off one by one, his eyes closed in pleasure. He took off his boxers and he hovered over top of you his elbows on either side of your head, and kissed you passionately. You can taste yourself on his lips and are surprised by how sweet it is. He lowers himself, his tip pressing against your entrance. You gasp at the sudden contact, but don’t move your lips from his. He lowers himself all the way into you, letting you adjust to his size before he begins to move.

“Fuck…” He mumbles, as he pumps in and out of you slowly at first, then his thrusts become harder and faster. “Fucking hell,” he breathes in your ear, sinking his teeth in the skin there.

“Fuck Thomas!” you moan as his thrust picks up speed and desperation, “I can’t last much longer.”

“Just – a little – longer” he says breathlessly. His thrusts become reckless and sloppy, and you could feel yourself about to come undone. You release while you scream his name and feel him come right after you, a mixture of your name and cuss words leaving his mouth as he does.
He rides out your orgasm, and then collapses on top you, a thin layer of sweat covering both of your bodies. He reaches his arm across your stomach and pulls you closer to him until he’s spooning you.
He kisses just behind your ear, and nuzzles his faze into the crook of your neck.

“If anyone finds out we did this, I’m in trouble” Thomas smirks.

“It can be our little secrete” You say just as you drift off to sleep in his arms, you thought you heard him whisper, “I love you.”

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The end.

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