Bad Days, Good Nights
Summary: After a terrible day at work Tom takes care of you.
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: angst? Maybe just a smidge? Sweet smut, fingering (fem receiving) flufffffffff
Word Count: 801 (sorry it's short)
A/N: This is my very first time writing for Tom, also first try at smut so please let me know what you think! This is not beta read. Thanks crackheads (you know who you are) and @megthemewlingquim for helping me with this!
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Traipsing through your front door you kick the cursed high-heels off your feet as you sigh.
Looking over the back of the couch, your husband takes in your disheveled look a moment before moving around the couch to your side quickly. "What happened, Darling?" Tom questions you, cupping your face in his hands gently, wiping away your smudged mascara and wet tears.
'I had the worst day ever," you sniffle, not looking at his concerned expression. "I- just everything went wrong today. I didn't remember to-" you start to ramble.
Sh, shhh, it's okay, love. You're okay, 'You can tell me all about it in a minute, okay?" He murmurs, guiding you to the couch and wrapping a blanket around you before dropping a kiss to your forehead when you nod. "I'll be back in a moment, just relax." He says, pressing play on your favorite show before heading towards the bedroom.
Coming back a minute later, he picks you up from the couch, bridal style and carries you towards your bedroom. "Close your eyes."
"Why?" You question, beyond confused but shutting them anyway.
"Just trust me, dear."
You resist the urge to open your eyes when you feel him stop. "Tom, what are you doing?"
"You'll see," he tells you, setting you down gently and wrapping his arms around your waist, his chest against your back as the smell of lavender hits you in soothing waves. "Open your eyes."
Opening your eyes you gasp softly at the picture before you; the lavender candles scattered across the vanity and bath sill cast flickering shadows around the room, the tub filled with steaming water and large bubbles. "You didn't have- " you start, peering over your shoulder at the love of your life.
'I wanted to," he says sweetly, "Come on, love."
Settling between Tom's long legs in the warm water, you lean against his chest, letting out a contented sigh when he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling your neck. "Now tell me about your day," he commands softly, pressing a kiss to the space beneath your ear as you melt further. If that's even possible.
Sighing, this time more in annoyance you begin to recount the events. "This morning I spilled my coffee all over my favorite shirt and I was running late so I couldn't come home to change. I forgot the files my boss wanted me to get for her. I almost missed my meeting." You pause to breathe as Tom lets out a grunt behind you. "They got my lunch order wrong and I didn't have time to order anything else, and to top it all off I got a ticket for speeding." You finish, wiping away a tear.
"Darling, I'm so sorry you had such a bad day but please don't worry about it. Let me take care of you."
"I love you."
"I love you more," he whispers while grabbing your favorite shampoo from the sill.
Working the shampoo into a lather, his large hands drag against your scalp deliciously, causing you to release an appreciative moan as the scents of vanilla and coconut flood your senses. Rinsing your hair gently, Tom washes the rest of your body with great care, treating you like the finest piece of art. The intimacy of the gesture sending shivers down your spine.
You sigh as his hand moves down over your stomach and continues further.
"Let me make you feel better."
All you can manage is a groan in response as his digits slide between your folds, just dipping inside your entrance, almost teasingly.
"Thomas!" You mewl, back arching, begging for more. His other hand slowly begins kneading your breast, his thumb swiping over your nipple, the sensation going straight to your core.
Placing slow, sweet kisses on your neck he moves his finger fully inside your tight channel, thrusting into you excruciatingly slowly, his palm brushing your clit with each shift of his hand, sweet pleasure flowing through you. It's too much yet not enough. Leaning closer he sucks a sweet reminder onto your neck, increasing his pace slightly and adding another finger. You topple over the edge, legs shaking, head thrown back and his name falling from your lips. Panting, you savor the pleasure coursing through you. Turning your head you press a lingering kiss against his lips.
"I have more plans for us, love," he murmurs, retracting his fingers from between your thighs.
"More?" You ask in a haze, eyes fluttering shut, head leaning against his shoulder.
Several minutes later you're curled snuggly into Tom's side in leggings and one of his t-shirts. Snacks and drinks sprawled around you. The Hobbit- one of your favorites- just beginning to play.
"I love you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair gently.
"I love you more."
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