• TOMMY SHELBY IMAGINES •

soft tommy *before ww1*

"You're being ridiculously annoying, Tom, leave!" You take his hands away from your body, no longer containing yourself.

He's distracted you for far too long now, leaving sweet nothings all over your neck, jaw, lips. But alas, that spell he had you under is broken.

He gets up from the bed you two sit on and towers over you. "You've got two days to study for your exam, let's go out-"

"Two days isn't enough!" You wonder how he thinks two days is an acceptable timeframe to study. Raising an eyebrow, you tease him. "Shall I call my father to come in here. See that you're trying to fuck me whilst I'm studying."

"What's your dad gonna do, y/n? Come on now." He grabs your arms, intertwining your fingers together.

You look at him and laugh, "He'll sock you right in the nose, I reckon."

"I reckon he's planning out our wedding." Thomas Shelby, cheeky indeed.

He yanks you up on your feet, wrapping an arm around your frame. "I know what you really want," He whispers, looking down at your lips.

You melt into his arms. "I want to study..." you sound unsure.

"No, you want me to take you to the winter carnival, where we'll kiss under the mistletoe and I'll finally tell you how I feel about you..."

You pull back, opening your mouth. "You'll what?"

He looks up, confused. "What?"

"What did you say?" You break into a huge grin. Searching his poker face, "Tommy, what did you just say?"

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Jesus!" You roll your eyes, "You're too much sometimes, you know?"

"I'm ridiculously annoying, I'm stubborn and now I'm too much, eh?" He leans down and kisses your lips lightly. "What else am I?"

"A cheeky bastard." You laugh before kissing him back. "I really need to study." Staring up at him through your eyelashes do you see him pout.

"Alright. I'll see you around then." He sighs, stepping away from you.

All empty inside, and lonely do you pull at his arm and run into him. He lifts you up, his fingers in your hair as you kiss him one last time. You squeal feeling his hand cup your arse, he lifts you off your feet, it doesn't take much to turn you on. For a moment, you pretend like you don't have to study, opening your mouth for his tongue to touch yours. You hum against his lips, shutting your eyes to enjoy him. He made you feel so beautiful, and confident, and warm.

"Bye." He kisses you gently. "Good luck studying." He continues to peck your lips. He helps you down to your feet, where you latch onto him and lean up to kiss him again.

"Bye." You soften into his lips.

You two part, but your fingers slip away from each other far later. He leaves you to it, but as you blush and make your way to your desk, all you can think about is his lips on yours. And how much you absolutely adore him.