It’s a beautiful song but explain to us why Loki had to turn it into a drinking a song? Explain to us why the fucking hell Loki got drunk in the first place??? He isn’t a party person…or have I just read too many fics that claim that?
I love you, Tom, but why did you let this happen to Loki?
'When he please again to be himself, being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, by breaking through the foul and ugly mists of vapours that did seem to strangle him.'
➳ a/n: this is for the friends with benefits (sfw) starters. if you want to see me write any of these, drop them in my ask :) there may be typos, so bear with me!
➳ pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader
➳ summary: After Tom mistreats you after you suggest keeping him in for the night, you decide to dish out the snotty behavior in return.
➳ warnings: angst, masturbation
➳ FWB SFW starters: “ i can help you with that, you know. “ + “ friends with benefits? isn't that like, for friends? “ + “ i want you all to myself. “ “ yeah, well, i'm going on a date. “
➳ Tom Hiddleston masterlist || main masterlist || who I write for || FWB masterlist ||
You walked down the staircase, seeing as Tom finished fastening his tie. Your eyebrows furrowed, the silk robe wrapped around your body. The two of you had just finished up earlier in the afternoon when he showed up at the place you two shared.
“Where are you going?” You smirked. You bit into your lower lip at the sight of his flexed shoulders, the light blue button-up clinging to his skin with perfection.
“Out,” Tom answered, grabbing his jacket from the hanger.
“Out?” You repeated.
Tom laughed quietly, nodding his head. “Yes, Love. Out. I’ll be back around ten, but then again, don’t wait up for me.” He smoothed his hands across his thighs.
You chuckled, shaking your head as you propped your body against the doorframe. Tom saw the look on your face, his sigh leaving. “Say it… I know you’re just dying to open your mouth.”
Shrugging your shoulders, you grabbed the end of your robe and pulled it. The silk fabric loosened its way from around your stellar body, your eyes beginning to undress Tom.
“I want you all to myself, Thomas.” You said with allure in your tone. Tom felt his shoulders stiffen as he traveled his eyes up and down the length of your precious body, knowing just who was on top of it merely hours ago.
He knew the game you were trying to play. Although he craved to be wooed by you yet again, he promised his lady of the night a date.
“Yeah, well, I’m going on a date.” He quickly responded in the same tone. Pushing his arms into his jacket, your eyes dropped. He actually denied you.
Pushing the robe off your body, you slung it around on your finger as you walked past him, ensuring to add a subtle swipe of your hand across the front of his tightly-fitted trousers.
“Well, go on then. Wouldn’t want you late for your fling.” You taunted, happily floating across the floor to the fridge. You grabbed a bottle of water and twisted the cap off, watching as Tom stayed glued to his spot.
He tensed his jaw, gently scratching it. “So, that’s how we’re playing tonight, Love?” He questioned. “You’re going to develop an attitude over something you created?”
You stared at him. “What do you mean I created, Thomas? Last time I checked, being ‘friends with benefits’ was both of our bright ideas. The stipulation of us seeing other people was your idea.”
Tom laughed. “So, you want to be more than friends now?”
“Absolutely not.” You answered without batting an eyelash. If there was one thing you learned, it was never let your guard down. Even if you wanted to scream to the world that you were in fact jealous that Tom was taking another woman out on the town tonight, you wouldn’t succumb to what he wanted to hear.
Tom nodded once. “Bye, Y/N,” He said, headed for the door. You watched him leave, silence filling the home. As the door closed, you huffed.
“Screw you,” You breathed out, deciding to entertain yourself. That consisted of you sprawled on the couch, watching random movies. Trying to pay attention to the television, it was getting harder, especially when you found yourself scrolling mindlessly through your phone to uncover photos that you and Tom had taken.
Your levels of jealously were quickly on the rise. It shouldn’t bother you. After all, you both agreed to seeing other people. It was a part of your measly contract. Before long, you had uncovered the intense images of Tom that featured him shirtless, a sweat collected on his chest as it glistened. You licked your lips and stifled a gentle moan, your hand finding its way in between the valley of your thighs.
Staring at his face, you reflected on your afternoon with him. How he was settled on top of you, his length sheathing itself into you as he pulled you over the edge. Your memory flooded with the images of him pounding into your folds viciously at an unforgiving speed, his hips slapping against yours.
The nastiest positions he could get you in, such as your legs bent over and him drilling into you, or him desperately needing you on all fours, it fueled you. Before you could even realize, your fingers were sweeping through your wetness and you were on the trail to your clit. Carressing your bundle of nerves before applying pressure, a moan fell freely as you spread your legs apart, propping them up on the coffee table in front of you as the movie played for background noise.
Your moans grew louder as you plunged two digits into your slick, bringing yourself into a world that was not in the present. It was building quickly and while your eyes studied the picture of Tom, you tossed the phone to the side.
His name came out in chants as you gasped for air. You felt that familiar tightness form that had you practically shooting above the stars. Just as you were pushing yourself over the edge, you heard the door open. Not wanting to stop for anything, you knew it was Tom. His keys jingled as he threw them into the nearby bowl.
Stopping dead in his tracks the second he saw your legs propped up and spread, your hand in between your thighs, he was frozen.
“Yes! Yes! YES!” You screamed dramatically, sputtering as you felt your walls contract around your own two digits. Rubbing your clit for added measure, he watched as your shoulders shook with the powerful release, suddenly wishing that was him in between your sopping legs in this moment. As you gasped, Tom cleared his throat.
“I can help you with that, you know. “ He swallowed, making you smile at the wall, but you wouldn’t let him know that.
“What makes you think I need your help?” You responded.
Tom sighed. “Our agreement,” He bit his lip.
“Friends with benefits? Isn't that like, for friends?” You asked, readjusting your shorts. You decided he could pay for how he treated you earlier in the night. “After all, you had a woman to impress, right?” You smiled fakely, grabbing your bowl of eaten popcorn and taking it to the kitchen sink.
“Love…” Tom trailed.
You shook your head. “Save the explanation, Hiddleston.” You laughed. “Have a goodnight.” You patted him on the head before retreating to your bedroom, leaving him there.
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