Little White Lies 》 Tom Hiddleston x Reader (part twenty-four)
a/n: I FREAKING LOVE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH FOR SOOO MANY REASONS!! ugh, let's get these babies to their happily ever after! it's all fluff from here on out, y'all ❤️
summary: Having just turned 30, you were set to marry your boyfriend who you met in college, Drake Walker. However, after an argument that centered on you, Drake, and your best friend, Tom Hiddleston just as your families are about to embark on a getaway, Drake cheats on you, with your cousin, Hannah. After being forced into the wedding, Tom devises a plan to essentially get back at Drake and Hannah for what they did to you. His idea? You and he start fake dating. However, at the wedding, Tom takes it a step further… saying you two are engaged. With both of your families ecstatic, you two suddenly have to create little white lies in order to make your story believable. But here’s the thing… you never thought you’d fall in love with your best friend.
warnings for this chapter: slight angst, smut; oral f!receiving, fingering, heavy fluff
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"There's no taking back what we've got Too strong, we've had each other's back for too long There's no breaking up this time And you know it's okay, I came to my senses Letting go of my defenses There's no way I'm giving up this time," - All In - Lifehouse
"Lay on your back, like you right there Don't have to say it twice, love, there's nothing here to fear Taking it back, back to where it's clear Rolling on and on, sounds of loving in the air," - Ride - Chase Rice
^^ i picture this as Tom's face during his and Reader's uhm.. little argument... (you'll know when you read it.. Tommy pieces some things together 😏)
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FEBRUARY 12, 2010 LONDON, ENGLAND
“Oh, you love it here. It’s written all over your face, Darling.” Tom laughed from where the two of you sat in the small café. You gazed out of the small window, watching as the people bustled along the sidewalks. You adored the scenery and how vibrant the city looked even if it was overcast weather-wise.
“It’s so… peaceful.” You breathed out. “Literally, I could see myself living here someday.” You giggled quietly.
“Really?” Tom asked, his interest heavily piqued. He had come to the terms officially that he fancied you. More so than he ever thought possible. Sitting across from you in this booth, watching as your eyes lit up at the scenery of his home, warmed his heart.
Although you two shared quite an awkward New Year’s kiss now just over a month ago, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Tom had always heard the saying you would meet your soulmate by the age of 21.
He feels as if now?
He met her when he was 28.
He could still vividly remember your sweet face when he walked into the Michaels store in New York that day, how you looked so adorable dancing around and screaming out lyrics to a song… How your lower half fit into those faded blue jeans, your Hot Topic band tee clinging to your shirt, your name-tag flopping with each move you made. He remembered studying your face so earnestly. Tom noticed quickly how your dimples formed with that mischievous grin, how every time you laughed, your eyes crinkled and that cute button-nose scrunched when deeply thought.
Oh, how he loved you.
You giggled quietly, nodding your head. “Yeah, I really can. Married, a couple of kids, a pretty house… I love the elements of this city. Also, it really stirs my creative outlet.” You sighed. “Thank you for letting me stay here with you.”
Tom smiled widely, reaching his hand across the table to grab yours. You smiled and felt as your fingers interlaced.
“Darling, if you want to call this your second home… By all means, please do.” He bit down on his lip. “You’re welcome here any time.”
You laughed. “Even without a courtesy call?” You wiggled your eyebrows. Tom smirked.
“No courtesy call. If you ever need to getaway from New York or wherever you end up,-” - “California,” You quickly answered. Tom glanced at you.
“California?” He repeated.
You smiled, nodding your head. “Elena and I both decided that after we wrap up college, we’re going to move to Hollywood at the same time,” You breathed out. “2012 can’t get here any faster,” You laughed.
Tom decided to touch back on the topic later, now interested in your destination decision of California.
“And why California?” He edged, causing you to giggle as you pulled the cup to your lips.
“Come on, babe… You can’t sit here and tell me I don’t look like I belong to Cali.” You winked, flipping your hair.
“Not when you do that,” He smirked, causing you to gasp. You bunched up the napkin to your side and tossed it at his face, watching as he flinched when you hit him in the eye.
“Hey!” He exclaimed, rubbing his eye which now started to water.
“Serves you right,” You cackled.
Once he was able to stop his eye from watering, he shot you a glare. “Okay, I'll take it back! You do belong in Cali… Just please don’t trade that cute New York accent for a Valley Girl one…” He laughed, making you stare at him. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tipped your head to the side.
“Now, I’m going to perfect my Valley Girl accent just to annoy you, Thomas.” You winked, causing your best friend to huff, soon erupting into a laugh. “Okay, but back to what we were talking about?” You smiled, easing in.
Tom’s blue orbs flickered as he shot you a wide smile.
“If you ever want to come to London… Just hop on a plane. You don’t have to call me, text me, or anything. Just come through my door. Even if I’m not there. I’ll give you a key.” He said to you, his face shifting to an emotion of complete seriousness.
Your eyes widened. “Are… Are you sure, Tom?” You asked.
He nodded, moving from his spot. He slid in to sit beside you in the booth, his arms wrapping around you.
“You’re my best friend, Darling. My home? Will always be yours, too.”
You smiled widely, throwing your arms around him. “Thank you…” You whispered. “I’ll give you a spare key to my apartment, too… It’s not much, but if you ever want to getaway before your life gets crazy from being a hot celebrity, you can. To give yourself a sense of normalcy.” You informed him.
Tom chuckled. “Hot celebrity? You really think I’m going to make it, Love?” He asked, kissing your head.
“I know you will, Tom.” You breathed out. “But don’t make me have to fight girls off of you… I will do it.” You pointed your finger.
Tom’s head fell back as he laughed, his grip only tightening on you.
You sighed, falling into the warmth he provided, a question stirring up.
“What should we call this? Going into each other’s homes without even asking?” You laughed, realizing it sounded absolutely crazy but just after five months of being his best friend? It felt so natural.
He hummed, rubbing your arm.
“Well, it’s us definitely being open…” He trailed and that’s when it hit you.
“Open door policy.” You announced, staring at him. Tom’s eyes gazed down at you.
“Open door policy?” He asked.
You nodded. “Our doors are always open to each other, no matter what happens. If we need a break from our lives, a getaway someplace else, or we just miss each other… It’s an open door policy.” You explained and immediately you saw his face contort with excitement at the established policy.
“Darling, you are a genius.” He said, staring down at you.
You rolled your eyes with a brightened smile, turning your head up at him.
“You’re the one who created the idea…” You said softly.
Tom smiled, gazing into your eyes.
That very day the open door policy was generated and little did either of you two know, you would use it a lot. Before you left to return home to New York, Tom and you exchanged the spare keys to his house and your apartment.
And both of you never knew that twelve years later, that open door policy would save you both.
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JANUARY 9, 2022 LONDON, ENGLAND
As soon as the plane touched the ground in London, you were anxiously retrieving your phone to dial his number. It felt like September 19th, 2016 all over again, as you were about to call for him. Checking the time, you prayed silently that he would answer, your apologies for disturbing him planned for later.
But thankfully, when he answered, he sounded wide awake.
“Y/N! Hey, how are you?” He asked.
“Luke, I need you to come and get me.” You breathed out with a small smile. “I’m at the London Heathrow airport.”
You heard rustling seconds after the words fell from your lips.
“Thank God,” He breathed out. “I’ll be there soon. Hang tight.”
You smiled, feeling as the tears filled your eyes. You were trying to build the conversation up in your head of just what you would say to him once you saw him, yet nothing came to mind.
All you could hear is those six little words that would fix it all.
It felt like an eternity had passed before you saw Luke’s face. You had never been more grateful to see the darling publicist than in this moment. Racing to him, he opened his arms, and you quickly fell into them as he hugged you tightly. He practically spun you in a circle at the reunion, hurriedly trying to get your suitcase into the trunk of his car before you two were piling inside the car.
The drive to Tom’s was beginning to settle and you were now starting to think about everything. How in 2009, you could have never convinced yourself you would be right here, going to declare your love to him finally.
“How is he?” You asked Luke who bit down on his lip.
“Benedict said it was awful… He nearly trashed his house and he said he had the worst panic attack.” Luke answered you. He didn’t mean to hurt you with the words, but you always wanted honesty when it came to Tom.
“I just hope I know I’m not too late… I know he gave me a week, but…” You trailed, slowly casting your eyes towards the window. Luke reached over and grabbed your hand, quickly pulling your attention back to him.
He shook his head. “It’s not too late. Tom loves you more than his life itself.” He assured you.
You smiled, nodding your head. You couldn’t help but feel your eyes start to well at the image of his face. How hurt he is. You loved that man more than anything in this world and you hated it’s taken you this long to realize what was right in front of you the entire time.
You could easily tell Luke was speeding a touch, but you knew he was adamant about getting you to Tom as fast as he could. On the plane ride to London, you couldn’t help but reminisce on that cold day on February 12, 2010.
You had come to London to spend Tom’s 29th birthday with him on the 9th. The two of you laid around together lazily. That’s what he wanted. He said his wish for turning 29 was to just be with you. It didn’t matter as much on the how, but he physically wanted to be beside you on his special day.
Of course, you granted him his birthday wish.
Yet you made him promise you that you two could go a little crazy for his 30th the following year.
You remembered it like it was yesterday, the two of you settled in the café. You told him officially that once you graduated in 2012 from the New York School of Art, you wanted to move to California. You had always firmly believed your heart belonged with palm trees and the ocean sky, Tom always picking on you for it.
He knew you belonged there, too.
Just not as much as London. You would happily give up California for London.
Honestly? You would give up everything and call Tom your home. Your heart was bound to him, wrapped around his finger. You wanted nothing more than to be wherever he was, whether it be London, Rome, Atlanta, New York, California, anywhere that Tom Hiddleston settled? Your home was to be that place, too.
You could begin to see the familiarity of the streets you were on, indicating you were less than five minutes away from his house. Your body was shaking, your nerves bundling together. You are all in now, there was absolutely no turning back. You knew you had to be here. Your entire life is meant to be spent with him.
It was selfish of you to deny yourself this intense pleasure for so long. You could recall all of those countless nights spent breaking your own heart over things that you thought could never be. You allowed Drake Walker of all people to interfere with your happiness. If you had to do it over again, you would’ve fallen so much sooner…
Then again, maybe it was all meant to fall into place now.
“We’re here,” Luke suddenly announced and that was when you felt the car come to a stop. You slowly looked up, the familiar home greeting you just as it did so a few weeks ago. Looking back at Luke, he flashed you a warm smile.
“Go get him,” He winked. You smirked, nodding your head as you carefully slipped out of the passenger’s seat. You gently grabbed your suitcase from the trunk and gently closed it, hoping Tom didn’t hear the commotion from inside. You saw the lights on in the house which indicated he wasn’t asleep yet.
Inhaling sharply, you waved goodbye to Luke and prayed that Bobby didn’t give you away next.
Luke slowly drove away and you closed your eyes, making your way up the steps.
“Seven words, seven words…” You whispered to yourself, reaching to grasp the doorknob. When you turned it, you breathed a sigh of relief when the door was unlocked. Refilling your lungs with air, you pushed your way inside as softly as you could.
While you made your way into the entryway, Tom was just finishing up his shower. He had already dressed in a pair of joggers, quickly brushing his teeth. He never heard the sound of the door opening, which meant you were doing a swell job of hiding yourself.
You looked around the room and the first thing you inhaled was your perfume. You furrowed your brows, your eyes casting over to the table where your pictures were. The frames were gone. However, the only thing that lay across the surface were the actual photographs.
Your eyes widened before they glanced over at the couch. The blanket you left was folded up and sitting in the chair, along with your jacket. Biting your lip, you carefully shimmied out of your coat and hung it up, soon slipping out of your shoes.
As if you were reliving 2016 all over again, you waited.
Tom finished up at the sink, his eyes gazing at his image momentarily. His blonde hair was pushed back, his eyes clearly begging for a decent night of rest. He hadn’t slept properly since that night everything happened between you two. Now, his nerves were on edge with the week deadline he gave you to figure yourself out.
You remained planted to the hardwood floors. You could hear the sound of him in the back of the home, your heart rate quickening. The flutters from your shirt were seen when you looked down, your palms growing sweaty from the anxiety.
Tom pushed himself out of the bathroom and slowly made the walk down the hall. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. As he reopened his eyes, he saw the outline of a figure, but he couldn’t quite make it out just yet.
You could see him coming closer, donning those black joggers and no shirt. You smiled widely to yourself, your teeth nearly about to begin chattering at how nervous you were. Cold chills raced down your spine, your entire body reflecting this very moment. You felt cold yet hot all over, your body begging to be held by him.
Tom came to the edge of the room. His blue eyes widened when he saw you. Blinking, he rubbed them. Surely, you were just a figure of his imagination and a result of sleep deprivation.
Staring at him finally, you could feel your eyes welling with tears.
“Darling?” Tom’s voice called out.
Seven words, say them.
Inhaling, with your voice cracking, the first few tears cascaded down your face.
“Tom, I’m in love with you, too.” You announced, your face scrunching up.
Tom’s mouth fell open. He remained where he stood for a moment, but it didn’t take long for the words to drift through his mind and stick.
It was an instant moment. The two of you started walking towards each other before it evolved into a run. You jumped into his open arms, his hands catching you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. The two of you both began crying against each other, his hold on you the tightest it had ever been.
Pulling your head back, you grasped the sides of his face. You were eye-level with him and the passion came over you.
You pressed your lips hard against Tom’s, the noise that erupted from you like music to his ears. He set you on the ground, your lips parting as another kiss ensued. He tangled his hand around the back of your neck and held you close to him, yours settled against his hips. The moan you pulled from Tom’s mouth was a symphony against your eardrums as you inhaled the scent of him and savored the taste of his lips.
As he pulled back, his blue eyes were glistening with tears.
“I love you so much, Tom. I love you!” You exclaimed through tears, holding his wrists. “I’m so sorry… I was such an idiot, I need you. I can’t live without you. Thomas William Hiddleston, I am in love with you!” You breathed out, his mouth moving back to yours.
“I love you too, baby… I love you so much.” He whispered in between kisses, his arms holding you tight against his chest. You smiled widely, your eyes glistening with tears. Grasping his cheeks, you pulled him back in, kissing him hard.
That was the kiss that suddenly ignited the fire.
You could feel the shift as you captured Tom’s bottom lip in between your teeth, his hands interlacing through yours. A soft moan erupted from your mouth when his fingers hooked through the loops of your jeans, bringing you closer to him. Your fingers ran across the bare skin of his chest, not helping but to roam your hands everywhere.
Biting your lip when you earned a hearty groan from his throat when your nails danced across his back, that’s when you felt him tap the backs of your legs. “Jump, Gorgeous,” He whispered breathlessly when your lips pulled apart. Quickly giving in, you jumped and Tom instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you into his bedroom.
Once the two of you made your way into the room, you felt when Tom planted your feet on the floor. Smiling, you licked your lips and slowly lifted the shirt away from your head. You made a point to wear your favorite white lace set, Tom’s eyes widening. You grabbed his hand and held it against your breast, your smile widening.
Wrapping your hand back around his neck, you pulled his lips to you. Crashing yours against his, you pushed your tongue out and begged for access. Tom opened his mouth and allowed you in, his tongue meeting yours for a battle that started off soft. The way your tongues touched and circled the others was causing the wetness to grow between your legs and Tom to only harden more.
But when Tom sucked along the tip of your tongue with his lips, you pushed a moan into his mouth. Gripping the locks of his hair, he reached behind you and quickly unclasped your bra, watching as it fell to the floor. He had a handful of you, massaging the skin of your breast as his tongue worked harder against your mouth, adding the pressure. You breathed out shakily when his fingers wrapped around your nipple, offering pleasurable twists that sent your back arching into him.
“Oh, Tom,” You breathed out. Smiling, you wrapped your hands around his back. In the middle of another searing kiss, you fell back against his mattress and pulled him on top of you. His hand quickly paid attention to your other breast while his free one moved to cup your face. You smiled against him, adoring the way his hand wrapped around you, your lips moving against his.
He pulled himself up and stared at you, his smile wide. That was when you felt his tongue move across your throat. With your eyes rolling back, you started to feel the goosebumps rise on your skin as he skillfully created a line of kisses to mark his territory on your skin. Your legs were already spreading and he hadn’t made it there yet.
Taking one of your nipples into his mouth, he flicked it into the roof of his mouth to earn a delicious sound from you that was mixed between a whine and a moan. The sensitive bud was being rolled around Tom’s warm tongue, causing your back to arch off of the bed. He ensured to pay special attention to your opposite breast, using his fingers to toy with the peak. The mixture of his warm breath fanning across one breast while his softened fingers aroused the other sent you into a dream-like state.
“I love you so much,” You moaned, the overwhelming feeling to say it bubbling.
“I love you too, baby girl,” Tom moaned against your breast with a smile. “Enjoy yourself,” He whispered, soon moving lower. Your eyes opened widely as they gazed up at his ceiling. His tongue licked a stripe from in between your breasts, all the to just below your navel.
His mind flickered back to the first morning in Saint Lucia where he woke you up like this, only you were eager to watch. Deciding to allow you to relive that experience, Tom began unbuttoning your jeans. You smiled widely as he pulled them down your legs, his lips pressing sweet kisses to your thighs as the skin was revealed to him.
“Push up against the headboard, Love,” Tom looked at you.
Your eyes widened. “What?” You asked with a breathless laugh.
Tom smirked, shaking his head. “You want to watch, right?” He winked. You were quickly pushing yourself back against the headboard, your backside pressing into the soft pillows.
You gasped aloud with Tom hooked his fingers underneath the sides of your lace. Your eyes watched with intensity as he pulled them down, your dripping heat now exposed to his hungry eyes. He smiled widely, glancing between you and your core.
Whimpering when your cunt was exposed to the cool air of the bedroom, you shivered underneath Tom’s gaze.
“You are so gorgeous,” He whispered. Smiling he used his hands to bend your knees and spread them apart, giving his raging blue orbs a complete view of your sweet folds that he had been desperately wanting to delve back into since he left.
Tom used his fingers to tease your slit, watching as your face contorted. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip before your jaw unhinged at the feel of him gliding his fingers at your entrance. “Tom,” You whispered, the soft sighs causing his heart to race.
Bringing himself forward, his knees touched the back of your thighs while he brought himself to you. He smiled widely, deciding you deserved so much more. He wanted to adore you. Gasping, he pressed his lips to yours at the same time he pushed his fingers inside of you. The groan that cut from your throat transferred into his mouth as your eyes widened but soon closed at the feel of him separating his fingers within you.
“So accepting of me already, Love…” Tom breathed out against your lips. He kissed you harder as his fingers circled your clit which had you reeling into him. Your hands held his cheeks, moaning heavily against him. Your forehead pressed to his, your pants growing more intense as he searched the inside of your tightness with his digits. He smirked, feeling you gasp and clench around his digits harder.
“That’s my girl… Just like that, baby,” Tom said into your ear as he pushed you to a greater limit. He looked down to see his fingers entering and pulling out of you, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “Oh, I can feel you getting closer…” He chuckled.
He could see your neck beginning to strain, the muscles exposed as your head fell against the headboard. “But I’m not letting you finish like this,” He smiled. As he pulled his fingers out of you, your head came back around to stare at him.
You immediately felt your insides heat up even more when Tom slipped his way down.
“Remember that morning in Saint Lucia, Gorgeous?” He purred.
You nodded your head quickly, your walls clenching around nothing. “Mmhm,” You whispered.
Tom looked up at you. “What did I make you do?”
You closed your eyes tightly as you smiled at the memory.
“You made me hold your head,” You breathed out.
Tom pressed a kiss to your clit unexpectedly which had you groaning. “Do it again, baby. I’m all yours.” He assured you.
He pushed your legs further apart and nestled himself right in front of you. He started off by pressing kisses to your thighs, his teeth gently nipping at the skin. Your breathing started to grow faster when he reached your slit again, his tongue dragging itself from the bottom to the top. You relished a sweet moan when Tom sucked your clit.
You then felt his lips meet the sides of your own, gently kissing them. Your eyes were fluttering the entire time, your hands fisting the sheets beside you. You exhaled slowly and as you were inhaling again, it suddenly got caught in your throat when Tom’s tongue unexpectedly plunged into your folds.
“Oh!” You cried out, your head falling back. You looked down and watched him move back and forth, his eyes fluttering with each taste of you that crossed his tongue. He was moaning now, the vibrations sending pulsations of pure ecstasy racing through your veins. Gasping for the air he had extracted from your lungs just then, you could feel yourself building your first climax of the night.
“Come on, Love… I need you to work for me.” Tom said, glancing up at you. That was all it took for your hands to immediately reach out and tangle through his hair. He then settled his mouth over your clit while his fingers inserted themselves into your walls to give you something to wrap around.
“T-Tom!” You cried, the palm of your hand holding him closer to you. The emotions from Saint Lucia came rushing over you, remembering explicitly how amazing it felt while you essentially rode that pretty face of his. You grasped onto the feeling and went hard, your fingers toying with the curls on his head.
“Right there, baby, don’t stop,” You groaned, beginning to move your hips involuntarily. Tom smiled wickedly, knowing he was getting just what he wanted from you. Crying harder for him, you began to grind your hips across his face. Tom removed his fingers from inside of you and wrapped his hands around your thighs. Gripping you hard, he pulled you just an inch lower on the bed, but it still gave you ample space to hold him.
The moans only grew louder as you had Tom in your grasp. You shook beneath him as you drove yourself to an orgasm, your insides yearning for a release. Tom’s nose brushed across your clit while his tongue explored the slick that extruded from your cunt, your chest rising and falling heavily.
Tom could feel you starting to fall apart and it pushed him harder. “I-I’m close,” You informed him, your fingers gripping the locks of blonde on his head. Smiling, he took his mouth off of your core long enough to shoot you a smile.
“Cum, baby girl… I’m not stopping you.” He smiled sweetly, diving back in. As soon as his tongue pushed its way back into your folds and his tongue managed to circle your clit, just one thrust of your hips against his face was enough to send you over the edge. A sob formed as it escaped your throat, your moans desperate and heavy.
You screamed beneath him as you rode our your first climax across his sweet face, Tom urging you to push harder until you had gotten your fix. When he felt your hips slowly come to a stop, he pulled himself away from your glistening heat, his chin shining with the remnants of you. Licking his lips, he hummed at the nectar swirling on his taste buds.
“You taste so sweet, Gorgeous,” He smiled, moving to settle against your ribs. You wrapped your arms around him, your chest still heaving. He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you close, laying you flat against his mattress. You wrapped your arms around the back of his head as you studied him, your smile widening.
Drawing a line across his chest, you settled your eyes on his lips, then his eyes. You could see the love radiating throughout them and it caused tears to form.
Tom’s face dropped at the sight of you beginning to cry. “Hey, Darling, don’t cry,” He whispered, immediately dropping to rest his forehead against yours. “Why are you crying?”
You sniffled, shaking your head.
“I just love you so much.” You breathed out.
Tom’s heart swelled at the words continuously being repeated. “I acted so crazy for no reason and… ugh, please don’t hate me.” You said shakily, wiping your eyes. Your bottom lip was trembling, Tom’s eyes scanning your face.
Brushing your hair behind your ear, he leaned forward and brushed his lips across yours.
“Baby girl…” He smiled. “I could never hate you. I love you so much, don’t cry. I’m right here.” He promised you, kissing your forehead.
You laughed, wiping your eyes. “I’m sorry, if I’m not screaming, I’m crying… I’m just acting really different and it’s freaking me out. Ugh! I just ruined us having sex.”
Tom listened, his smile brightening, but when the words, “I’m just acting really different” exited from your mouth, the words that Emma asked him last week crossed his mind.
“You didn’t get her pregnant did you?!”
Tom blinked, pushing the words out of his mind. Turning his attention back to you, he started to kiss your neck. “You most certainly didn’t ruin us having sex…” He laughed. You released a soft moan as his tongue connected to your throat, causing you to whimper.
You held the back of his head as he explored, your smile starting to return.
As he continued to kiss you, that’s when you saw him break away for a moment. Pulling his joggers down along with his boxers, you saw his hardened member spring upwards, your eyes widening. Oh, you missed that…
Inhaling deeply with a cheeky grin, Tom looked at you.
It was then realization struck.
“Tom,” You breathed out, holding your hands to his chest.
“Yes, baby?” He responded, kissing your lips sweetly.
“This is the first time we’re having sex in London… In your house…” You trailed, your eyes widening. Tom laughed, shaking his head.
“Then please scream my name…” He smirked.
Giggling, you felt him shift the position. He pulled you lower to him. Watching closely, Tom lifted your legs and hooked his arms through them. Pinning them behind you, your eyes widening.
“Oh… My….” You exhaled. This was definitely not a position you two had done yet.
Smiling, Tom lined himself up with your entrance. “I just want to make sure you feel every inch of me.” He kissed your lips. You then felt him push his tip in between your folds, your mouth falling agape. You released a hard moan, your eyes rolling at the feel of him.
Tom slowly pushed himself inside, making sure to give you a second to adjust. You hissed at the feeling of him stretching you out completely. He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.
“Breathe, Darling,” He reminded you. You did as he said and nodded, pressing him on.
“Keep going,” You whined.
Tom smiled and bottomed out, the two of you both moaning at the feeling. Your walls wrapped nice and tight around his length, holding him deep within you.
“Such a good girl, taking me so well…” He laughed gently.
You groaned, your hands wrapping around him as he came down to kiss you hard. Your tongues explored the other's mouth as he thrust harder into you, the bed moving back and forth with each movement.
Whimpering with each thrust, you could feel yourself being stretched with each movement, your walls gripping him tightly.
“You’re so tight, Gorgeous,” Tom moaned, his forehead pressing to yours.
You moaned louder, your hands roaming across his back wherever you could reach.
You needed to have him pressed against you. “Switch positions, babe,” You groaned. “I just wanna feel you directly on me,” You whispered.
“Say no more, my darling girl,” He said, quickly unhooking your legs. You cried out to him as he continued to move, but instead, his body was lying on top of yours as he wrapped your leg around his waist. His thrusts became harder as his hips snapped to yours.
“R-Right there!” You gasped.
That dream you had… Where Tom was going down on you… The next three words out of Tom’s mouth literally brought it to life.
“Say my name,” Tom commanded, not helping but the distinct voice of Loki to push through, which made you bite down hard on your lip.
He sounded so hot.
Your eyes opened, your insides shaking.
“Tom,” You moaned to him.
“Louder,” He said with another powerful thrust.
“Tom!” You cried to him.
“Louder, baby girl, come on,” He pushed with a smirk.
You noticed he was reaching for the headboard as he continued talking.
“TOM!” You relished.
“Good girl… Such a good girl…” Tom said, kissing your neck.
Your eyes were rolling as the gasps became more frequent. Tom could feel you clenching harder around him as you begged for a release. “I know your body so well, Love… You’re about to cum around me again.” He laughed.
“Harder, Tom, please!” You begged.
That was all it took for Tom to hook his hand underneath the headboard. The explosive power of the move did wonders on you in Saint Lucia, and you were thankful he used it tonight. Gripping it tightly, he braced the top of your head with his hand. You could see his biceps bulging on his right arm as he essentially pulled himself deeper into you.
The roughness of his thrusts had you screaming out with intense pleasure. Your leg lifted, your hands hurrying to grab his backside and dig your nails into his back.
“DON’T STOP!” You begged him. “Babe, please don’t stop… Oh, I love you!” You said with your mouth falling open. He brought his lips down to capture yours, swallowing every sound you made.
One more hard thrust sent you over the edge, Tom’s member twitching inside of you. At the exact same time, you squeezed your core around Tom as he released inside of you. You could feel your heat being filled to the brim with the hot liquid that poured from your lover, his thrusts growing sloppy as the two of you rode out your highs against one another.
His chest brushed across your breasts and each movement only added to the orgasmic high you were experiencing.
You both were breathless as Tom slowly pulled out of you and came to rest at your side. Pulling you against his chest, you kissed his pec, your hand landing across his stomach.
“I love you, too…” Tom answered you with a smile, kissing your forehead.
You two lay there in content silence as you caught your breath. Once you both recovered from that intense session, you looked up at him.
“Bath?” He asked.
You giggled, kissing his chest.
“You read my mind, Tom…” You breathed out. He was quick to his feet, scooping you out of the bed in the process. You released a squeal as he took you into the bathroom and started running the water. Staring at this man in his naked form made you appreciate him so much more. It was hard to not just run up to him and land a smack to his…
“Hey!” He exclaimed when you landed your hand across his bottom.
Giggling, you bit down on your lower lip. “It’s so nice!” You groaned.
Tom filled the bath with your favorite scents before the two of you found yourselves relaxing in the water together. You were laid back against Tom’s chest, his hands aiding to run water across your body.
You hummed in happiness.
“Are you happy?” Tom asked.
You smiled widely and interlaced your fingers through his. Turning to look up at him, you nodded your head.
“I’m so happy, Tom,” You whispered. He smiled and leaned forward to press his lips to yours. “I can’t stop saying it… But I love you so much.”
He laughed, kissing you again. “Baby, I’ve been waiting twelve years to hear you admit it… Please, keep saying it.” He sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I love you, too.”
Wrapping his arms around you, the two of you remained in that position for another fifteen minutes until you both decided to get out. As you made your way into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around you, you quickly retrieved your underwear and sleep shorts.
It was then you walked into Tom’s closet, knowing you wanted one of his shirts. When you made it inside, you looked down at his memory box to see the crumbled photo albums and memorabilia scattered in different areas of the box. Your eyebrows pulled together, but then you noticed your clothes weren’t in the closet.
“Tom?” You asked, pulling one of his shirts off of the hanger and slipping it over your head.
“Yeah, Darling?” He said to you.
“Where are my clothes?”
Tom gulped at the question.
You then walked out with your hands on your hips.
“Thomas William Hiddleston, what did you do?” You asked him.
Tom stared at you.
“Darling, have I told you how breathtaking you look?” He smiled.
You glared at him and that’s when your eyes caught the sight of the box in the corner of the room. You looked between him and the box, rushing towards it, but he stepped in front of it.
“Hey, it’s okay, eyes on me.” He grabbed your shoulders, but you shoved him away from you. Dropping to your knees, you rummaged through. It was your clothes and inside of a small plastic bag was… your bottle of perfume that had been broken.
“THOMAS!” You screamed, grabbing the bottle. “MY MICHAEL KORS PERFUME?!” You cried, staring at him. Blinking rapidly, you could hear the rustling of the glass, and tears started to form.
Tom looked at you confused.
“Wait… You’re more upset over the perfume than your clothes being in a box?” He asked.
“I WAS GOING TO GET TO THAT!” You cried out. “Wonderlust is my favorite! AND YOU BROKE IT?!”
“Hey, hey, calm down, it’s alright. I bought you another one. It’s in the bathroom drawer… I felt horrible after I did it, so I went out to the mall and got you another one.” He said, quickly racing into the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with the brand new box of Michael Kors Wonderlust perfume and you breathed out a sigh of relief.
“You bought me a replacement… without knowing whether or not I was coming here?” You asked him quietly.
Tom nodded his head. “Yeah,” He smiled.
You grinned to yourself. He was always so considerate.
He then cleared his throat. “But you’re seriously not going to ask questions about the box?” He asked again.
You looked up at him. “Ben said you had a really bad panic attack and went on a crash course… So I understand. You were hurt. I would’ve probably done the same.” You sighed, standing up. But then he watched you push the disclosed broken perfume bottle into his chest while you dumped out your clothes. “But these belong here now.”
Tom’s eyes widened. “Belong here? You’re not going back to Hollywood?” He asked.
You broke out into a smile. “No, baby… My home is here. With you. I told you, I love you, and I’m in love with you. Wherever you are? That’s where I belong.” You smiled, taking your clothes back into his closet to begin hanging them up.
“And now I’ve got to organize it all by color again!” You hissed. “I should really kick you from here to California for this,” You grumbled, grabbing a handful of hangers to start organizing your clothes again.
Tom laughed, crossing his arms. As you placed your clothes back into the closet near his, you could feel your eyes welling up again. Touching the fabric of his dress shirts, pants, and regular tees… It all comes flooding back and you can’t help but beat yourself up over not loving him sooner.
When you walked out and Tom saw your face contorted, a cry erupting, he quickly raced over to you.
“Darling, what on earth?” He asked, leading you over to the bench in front of the bed. Grabbing you, he pulled you down into his lap and wrapped his arms around you.
“I-I’m sorry… I’m telling you, my emotions have been shot this week…” You trailed, leaning your head against his shoulder.
Tom sat there and contemplated again what Emma asked… He decided to just man up and ask.
“Baby, can I ask you something?” He gulped.
“What?” You sniffled.
Tom sighed heavily. “Are you on the pill?”
Your eyes opened widely.
Oh no….
Ohhhh noooooooo….
“Funny you should ask that…” You said, quietly laughing. Pushing yourself off of Tom, you quickly walked over to the dresser and leaned across it.
“Darling,” He called your name. “You weren’t on birth control?” He asked.
You gulped, slowly turning around to face him.
“Have I told you just how sexy you are, Tom?” You winked, trying to brush it off.
“BABY!” He exclaimed.
You swallowed hard and laughed nervously. “I ran out the day before the trip! I forgot to grab it from the pharmacy!”
Tom’s eyes widened. “Oh my God…” He lowered his head into his hands. “Oh my God!” He yelled.
You pointed your finger at him.
“Hey! You should’ve worn a condom!” You wiggled your finger.
Tom immediately picked his head up.
“I thought you were on the pill! I thought you would’ve told me otherwise!” He exclaimed.
“Birth control doesn’t always work, Thomas!” You argued back with a shaky laugh.
“IN THIS CASE, IT DIDN’T! BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T TAKING ANY!” He screamed back at you with his own laugh.
The two of you stood there in silence.
You leaned across the dresser, feeling as if you were going to throw up.
“So you mean to tell me… There’s a high possibility you could be pregnant? We could possibly be having a baby?!” He cried.
“HEY!” You cried, pointing your finger again. “Don’t you put that evil on me, Ricky Bobby!”
Tom’s eyebrows furrowed. “Tone it down, Talladega!” He tossed it back to you.
The two of you stared at each other, looks of seriousness overcoming your features. It was then you made a noise that caused Tom to chuckle, which then led to you two full-on laughing together.
Walking over to him, he quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. Looking at you, he sighed and kissed you hard.
“You did say your biological time clock was ticking…” Tom smirked, causing you to slap his arm.
“We don’t even know yet!” You laughed, kissing his forehead. “I’ll take a test… In a few weeks. It’s probably too early to tell, anyway.” You admitted.
Tom laughed, nuzzling his head against your shoulder. “Good thing we have a busy week ahead of us to take your mind off of it…”
You lifted your eyebrows and looked at him.
“What?” You asked.
Tom bit his lip. “You, my darling girl, have renovations to look over. The contractors are ready to start building this upcoming week.” He smiled, hugging you closer.
You smiled, your eyes widening.
“And I have to make a special trip to New York.” He squeezed your shoulders.
“New York? Why are you going to New York?” You asked.
Tom looked back at you. “Auditions for another Broadway show. I got the call yesterday.” He smiled at you. Your eyebrows furrowed at him.
“So you can handle business in London while I handle that. Okay?” He smiled.
You giggled, nodding your head. “Whatever you say… boyfriend.”
Tom inhaled deeply with a wide grin.
“Boyfriend sounds really nice… Almost as good as girlfriend,” He winked.
The two of you soon found yourselves curling up in bed together, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You smiled, feeling completely at home.
“I love you, Tom… I’m not going to stop saying it for a while… So it better not get on your nerves.” You whispered, feeling his hand move to rest across your abdomen. He pulled you closer, his chin nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“It won’t,” He promised. “I love you, too…”
Kissing your cheek, you held his hands that wrapped around you.
Next week would begin the creation of Sunset Studios London location…
And Tom was not going to New York to handle Broadway auditions… He was going for an entirely different reason.
He owed an explanation and he had a very important question to ask a certain man…
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