It started with a simple, friendly drink. And now, here you were, back in your apartment, in nothing but your red bra and matching underwear.
So for a little while, it stayed innocent. You asked if he had any pets as a kid, he asked you how you got your name, “It’s kind of a funny story,” you start, telling him about your dad had jokingly told you he had seen the name in a copy of hustlers and fell in loved the name- but then how your mom said it was less funny and actually true. She just hadn’t found out until AFTER you were born.
After the next round of drinks, the dares started to peek out. It was going still very casually with a tint of a flirt up until he broke the pattern, “Truth.” he says, grinning. “What’s something you’ve always wanted to do?” He thinks for a moment, before a smile creeps onto his face. “I’ve always wanted to play photographer,” he leans closer to you, “Have you ever wanted to be a model?” You feel yourself flush. JESUS CHRIST- your mind kicks in -TOM HIDDLESTON WANTS TO TAKE SEXY PHOTOS OF YOU!!
This was not the time to fangirl right the fuck out. -STAY COOL- “Maybe if you’re the one taking the pictures.” OMG you said that- out loud. He chuckles softly, leaning in close and kisses you. His hand caressing your face. He pulls back and smiles. “Truth be told, ever since you told me your name came from a Hustler model...I can hardly put aside the idea of you being MY personal model.” he says in your ear. "Then let's go back to my place." you suggest and he nods, kissing you again.
And here you are. With only a few suggestions from that sexy actor behind your digital camera, you’re practically naked. And yes of course- now he’s in his boxers too- and he’s got you sitting rather seductively on the couch. And you can’t help help but notice the twitch in the front of his boxers. “You are so sexy,” he purrs, taking the shot before crouching down. “Make that face you just made.” You look at him puzzled. “Which one?
He looks down, smirking, bringing his tongue over his lip slightly. “The one you made when you were looking..." he pauses, looking back up at you, "down below.” Oh, that look. That’s it...you’ve been caught.
You raise one eyebrow again and smirk at him. “Oh that’s it, love.” he says as he bites his lip hard as he takes your photo. “Now...why don’t we put this camera down- for now...and do some hands on work?” he says, gently putting the camera onto the coffee table before sitting next to you.
The two of you start kissing again, as his soft hands roam over your body. He pulls back, only slightly, “Oh, and I want copies of those photos...”
You nod but no words come out, so you just go back to kissing him. His hands glide over your ribcage, working their way to your back. His nimble fingers are busy trying to release you from your bra, all the while moving his kisses lower over your neck and along your shoulders. You feel him succeed with the hook and he tosses the bra over his shoulder. A smug smile across his face, he continues to bring his kisses down lower.
You reach over to the coffee table and sneak the camera on. “Look up, Tom.”
At that exact moment, he is a mere movement away from licking your nipple, and all that moves up to look at you is his eyes- playful yet wicked. You snap the photo.
“I thought I was the photographer...” he said before flicking your nipple with his tongue.
“I was giving you a break...” you joke and he stands up, taking the camera. “No, sorry.” he smirks. “The break is over.”
He takes a moment to observe you. “God, you are so beautiful.”
You can’t help but smile up at him and he goes back to snapping pictures of you. With a “move your arm there, please...to the “Put your leg...yes...just like that,” he instructs you how to move.
“You are so good...” he says, leaning down to kiss you. He kisses you deeply. “I’d love to do this again...” he trails his finger down the center of your chest, all the way down to the top of your panties.
You can’t help yourself. “Truth or dare.”
He comes in close to your ear, “Dare.” he whispers and your whole body tingles.
This is it. Don’t back out now. “I dare you to take my panties off with your teeth.”
He looks at you and nods, “Stand up.” he suggests and your happy to do so. He kneels in front of you and his hands on the back of your calves. He leaves a tender kiss below your navel before his teeth take hold of the top of your panties. He starts to slowly pull them down.
He manages to get them all the way down. You watch him carefully as he is knelt down before you. “Darling,” he gives your calf a kiss. “why don’t we,” he kisses your knee, “move this to the bedroom?” He kisses your thigh.
You take him by the hand, and he stands up slowly before you take him towards your room.
It’s too bad he left that camera on the floor of the living room...
