#I NEVER NOTICED UNTIL NOW THAT TOMMY FUCKING GRABS BUCKS CHIN BEFORE KISSING HIM

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Don’t Be Gentle

Paring :: Thomas Shelby x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Degragation Kink, Oral(M Reciving)

Word Count :: 1,332

Summary ::  You decide to tell Tommy how turned on you get when you see him angry

A/N :: This fic was requested by an anon. I hope you enjoy it! I’ve been super busy and tired due to work, but I loooove Cillian.

Neither you nor Tommy uttered a single word since you’d left the bar.

He and his infamous brothers had gotten into an argument with a group of drunk American tourists. The argument quickly escalated into a full-on brawl, and when it was over you saw Tommy chewing out the group of drunks outside.

Most would’ve been absolutely terrified after seeing Tommy get so upset. You did too, but there was also a small shiver down your back when you saw his jaw clench and eyes narrow. You wanted to see more, to know what it was like to be touched by him when he was so pent up with anger.

You managed to hide this desire well enough to the point where Tommy thought you were scared as a lamb when he merely raised his voice or slammed his hand down. He saw how you stiffened and quickly averted your gaze, unknowing of the thoughts you were attempting to suppress. He always did his best around you to keep his composure, which is why he was more than pissed with what happened tonight.

With the car ride to your small home done, Tommy walked you to your front door, waiting for you to unlock the door and bid him farewell.

There was an audible ‘click’ and you began to push the door open. “Thank you for seeing me home Tommy, I’ll stop by tomorrow if I have the time after work.” Your voice was quiet.

You turned to face him, a small smile on your face.

He took a few steps closer, nodding his head. “Alright, love, if not I’ll swing by and pick you up for dinner.”

Tommy placed a finger under your chin to tilt your face up a mere smidge. He lowered his head, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

You didn’t immediately reciprocate though, afraid that if you did you’d grow needy. You could feel your heart rate quicken, images of him fighting and shouting earlier flashing in your head.

Realizing you’d yet to kiss back, you moved to do so hoping Tommy wouldn’t notice your delay. You were a second too slow, and Tommy pulled away with a small sigh.

“You’re still a bit shaken up about what happened with the Americans, aren’t you?” 

He looked in your eyes, expecting to see some sign of sadness or even fear. However, what he saw was your eyes large and dilated looking at him.

You bit the inside of your lip, your mind racing to figure out how to reassure him you were okay.

You grabbed his hand. “Can we speak inside for a moment? Please?”

Confused, and at the same time intrigued, by your behavior, Tommy agreed, allowing you to lead him into your living room. You sat him down and remained standing yourself, mentally preparing to confess.

“You have to promise not to tease me right after Tommy.”

“I promise.”

“I don’t get frightened or shaken up when you get angry.” You could feel your face heat up. “It’s actually the opposite effect when I see that side of you.”

Tommy raised a brow, understanding what you were telling him.

“You’re always so kind and gentle with me, but, I see that side of you and I get excited at the thought of you being rough with me.”

The blue-eyed man stood up, taking only one large step to be in front of you. “So you don’t want me to treat you like a lady in private?”

Unable to face him due to embarrassment, you turned your gaze away. “It’s ridiculous I know-”

Your words were cut off by Tommy grabbing the back of your head and smashing his lips against yours, a stark difference from the soft kiss he gave you minutes ago. Full of excitement, you started kissing back before you even realized what was happening.

He started tugging and pulling away layers of your clothes without uttering a word, only pulling away from the kiss for a moment to admire your bare form.

You peppered his jaw with kisses, moaning softly feeling one of his hands grope and knead a breast. 

“And here I thought I had to be gentle with you,” He whispered in your ear. He pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, earning a delighted hum from you. “On your knees. Now,” he ordered.

You could feel a wetness forming between your legs. You got down eagerly, looking up at him with large eyes.

Tommy undid his belt and pulled his hardening shaft out. Instantly, you reached with one hand to begin stroking it, but he quickly grabbed your hand stopping you.

“You don’t get to do anything unless I tell you, understood?”

“Yes, Tommy.”

“Good, now open your mouth.”

You did as told, sticking your tongue out as well. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and began slapping it against your tongue. There was a clear wet patting noise, your mouth watering in anticipation for him.

“Such an obedient little slut.”

He pushed his length into your mouth, your moan sending a vibration around him. When he called you a whore you felt yourself grow wetting and your core begin to ache.

With one hand now on the back of your head, your wet hot mouth took in as much of him as he could. He threw his head back, a groan escaping him when he pushed down your throat.

He could feel you gag, and all he said was, “Just relax and take it,” before pushing further down.

Though your eyes were growing glossy, you were determined to take his full length in your mouth.

Tommy’s grip on your hair grew tighter, his hand moving your head up and down on his dick repeatedly. He could feel his ball sack tighten, but not yet wanting to cum he pulled out of your mouth.

You gasped for air, doing your best to recompose yourself as quickly as possible. Not having enough time though, Tommy swiftly lifted you and threw you on your couch. In another second, he was on top of you, your back pressed firmly against your cushion.

He gripped your thighs, holding them up and spreading your legs apart, giving him a perfect view of your wet cunt.

“Look at you, already dripping wet for me. You like to act like a proper lady, but you just want to get fucked like a slut, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

You screamed as he slammed his cock into you. He didn’t even give you a second to adjust, pulling all the way out before ramming all the way in again. 

“Who’s slut are you?”

“Yours! I’m your slut!”

Tommy started thrusting his hips at a fast and strong pace. You were able to adjust, and the pain you felt before was now pleasure alone. 

Your breathing grew uneven quickly, never being fucked this roughly before. You gripped the cushion, eyes widening when he hit a sensitive spot.

“Tommy! Please, right there!”

“Here?”

He asked teasingly before slamming against that spot again, earning a loud moan from you. With a few more quick thrusts, your walls clenched around him and released. 

You were a mess in his hands and he loved it. The cute flushed face you made when you came, the way your breasts bounced around as he fucked you, and the way your cunt tightened around him threw him over the edge.

He cursed, his hips bucking into you as he finally came. You felt the warmth of his release in you, each of your breaths heavy and savoring the moment.

Tommy pulled out, cock in hand until his last spurt of cum hit your already leaking cunt.

“You’re not going to work tomorrow,” He said, standing up and starting to undo the buttons of his vest.

You gave him a confused look, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “What? Why not?”

“Because, after tonight you won’t be able to walk.”

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[letshargroovetonight]

First, lemme say, wow. You gave me goosebumps and I loved it. "he feels the flick of billy’s tongue against his lips, and steve opens his mouth for him, gives in so billy can lick inside." favorite part. so, my question is this: when do they meet again? does billy play it like it never happened? does steve become the aggressor? this was so beautifully abrupt, I'm dying to know how it would bloom into something more.

ahhh! i’m so so glad you liked it ❤️  (PT. 1 for anyone who’s interested)

and here’s some more! steve admitting to stuff and things go from there!? hope you like this too hoppppppp! 😘 

they weren’t avoiding each other before, but billy definitely is steering clear of steve now. the only time steve has seen billy in the last couple of days is in the biology class they share in the afternoons.

and then during basketball practice. but billy is making sure to keep a fair distance between them at all times. to the point where coach even seems to notice.

“billy if you play like that for tomorrow’s game, you better believe i’ll bench you real quick,” coach scolds billy after he lets steve move right past him for a layup.

billy looks about ready to spit after coach says that. the second coach blows the whistle to end practice, billy storms off the court.

billy’s sulking in the locker room and when tommy makes a mocking comment about “hargrove’s pissy attitude,” billy slams his locker. tommy’s got an oh shit look on his face as billy comes towards him, but billy pushes past him, heads back out to the hallway without a word.

they win against westfield high the next day - billy has no qualms about playing in his normal rough and tumble style when it’s against the other team. he swipes the ball right out of the forward’s hands to get hawkins back in the lead during the final minutes of the game.

mark campbell announces in the locker room that he’s having a party at his tonight to celebrate.

“you going, billy?” steve hears tommy ask from behind him, probably trying to get back in billy’s good graces.

“what do you think?” billy responds. billy is never one to miss a party, especially one in honor of a basketball win.

steve wonders how hard billy will work to keep away from him at the party.

the entire team and half the senior class is at mark’s house later that night.

a group of them are huddled outside around the fire pit mark has got in his backyard. mark’s talking excitedly to steve from across the fire about their chances of making it to state this year. he’s got his arm around his girlfriend, cindy.

billy slides in between cindy and tommy, who’s been whispering in carol’s ear for the last five minutes. billy’s got a cigarette hanging from his lips and a can of beer in his hand.

“you asshole, fucking go smoke that over there,” cindy spits out at billy as he blows a cloud of smoke into the air. billy chuckles, takes another drag from his cigarette, lets some smoke out of the side of his mouth towards cindy.

“hargrove,” mark says, eyes narrowed as he turns his head towards billy. he juts his chin over to the side of the house.

“fuck you guys,” billy sneers, smoke streaming from his mouth. he blows another puff at mark and cindy before chugging the rest of his beer. he drops the can on the ground and walks away.

“asshole,” mark mutters under his breath.

“anyone else getting really cold?” mark asks once billy’s out of sight. the group mumbles in assent and he kicks some sand over the fire to put it out. everyone files up the stairs to the porch, hustling back through the sliding glass door into the kitchen where there’s more beer waiting.

steve lags behind, waiting to see if billy will come back around or if he left in a snit. it wouldn’t the first time he’s left a party without telling anyone.

billy strolls into the backyard again a few moments later. when he sees that steve’s the only one left outside, billy eyes him warily. he looks like he might make a run for it.

it’s certainly not a look steve is used to seeing on billy.

steve takes a step towards him.

“you didn’t have to run away, you know,” steve starts out, his voice low. he tries for a placating tone, wanting billy to understand it was alright, what happened between them.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” steve continues.“not going to lie though, you did catch me a bit off guard.”

billy just stands there, staring at him. steve takes in a deep breath, readying himself for what he’s going to say next.

“and i can’t stop thinking about it,” steve finally admits it out loud to himself, and to billy. billy eyes widen at that.

“can i kiss you?” steve asks. and he’s laying it all out in the open now - that he liked billy kissing him and he wants to kiss him again.

“here? now?” billy asks, incredulous. his eyes flick up to the sliding glass door as if to confirm no one is spying on them.

steve gives a quick nod which sets billy in motion. he walks up to steve and grabs for his hand, pulls him under the porch where it’s dark except for the light from the kitchen streaming down through the cracks in the wood.

and just like their encounter at the baseball field, billy has steve pressed against the siding of the house. he kisses steve desperately, as if he couldn’t stop thinking about the other night either. steve kisses him back just as desperate.

they break apart to catch their breath and steve grabs at billy’s shoulders, pushes him backwards. steve doesn’t miss the way billy’s face seems to fall at how steve is holding him away.

but then steve whips them around and billy huffs out a surprised laugh. he lets steve press him against the siding now, then licks into steve’s mouth again.

steve presses himself flush against billy’s body as they continue to kiss, his mind reeling when he feels the press of billy’s hard cock against his.

he curls his hands tightly around billy hips, pulls him in impossibly closer. they grind against each other and the friction of it feels really fucking good on steve’s cock. and if the muted gasps falling from billy’s lips are anything to go by, it feels fucking great for billy too.

steve slots his thigh right up in between billy’s legs, feels the hard length of billy’s cock as he rocks down on him now. billy got his hands gripping steve’s arms tightly, his legs clenching around steve’s thigh as he rubs himself off against the muscle of steve’s leg. 

he mouths down along steve’s jaw, pants wetly into his neck and it doesn’t take long until billy grunts out, his body jerking. he presses a whimper into the skin right below steve’s ear as he comes.

bringing his head back a bit, steve takes billy in, how he looks completely blissed out. billy’s eyes drift over steve’s face before he leans in for another kiss.

looking down, steve gets a hand between them to brush his knuckles against the wet spot spreading out on billy’s jeans. billy hisses, bats his hand away. he gets in another kiss to wipe the smirk off steve’s face.

“you can’t tell anyone,” billy says into the corner of steve’s mouth. he brings his palm over the crotch of steve’s jeans, squeezes at steve’s cock.

“i won’t” steve promises, his voice strained. he bucks into the warmth of billy’s hand.

billy pulls away to give steve a serious look.

“i mean it, you ca -“ billy begins again, but stops when the sliding glass door is thrown open and footsteps creak out onto the porch.

“harrington? you still out here man,” mark calls out.

steve looks at billy, who looks about ready to bolt again.

“just finishing up a smoke,” steve calls up to him.

“alright, we’re about to open another keg,” mark replies. they listen to the retreating footsteps, for the close of the door.

“listen,” steve starts, but billy isn’t looking at him. he’s looking at his watch.

“i have to go,” billy says, quietly, almost to himself.

“i told you before. you don’t have to run away,” steve soothes.

“i have to go, “ billy repeats, his voice hard now, a fierce gleam in his eye so different from the soft look he had before, right after he came.

“okay, okay,” steve says, holding his hands up.

he lets billy slip by him and with that he’s gone back around the house. a moment later, steve can hear the camaro rev up and drive away.

steve waits there under the porch for another couple of minutes so that he doesn’t go into the house with an obvious bulge in his jeans.

“harrington,” mark shouts when steve gets back inside. he slings an arm around his shoulders, brings him over to the keg.

“is hargrove still out there pouting?” cindy asks snidely from her spot manning the tap.

“he left, i think,” steve says, takes the cup of beer that’s handed to him. he chugs it down, pushes his hand forward for another fill up.

#hoppnhorn #harringrove #billy’s got a curfew?? #his dad is on his ass from the other night #is billy going to stop running away? 🤔 #bahhhh not sure about the pacing of this #words