A Stroll in the Park (Tom Hiddleston X Fem Reader)

Sex won't solve it

TW- sexual content (mild bondage)

Jogging up the stairs, you feel Tom following directly behind you, his fingers dancing with yours as you make your way to his bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, his hands running up the inside of your t-shirt. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into deepen your kiss, your own hands starting to wander as he carries on. He pulls you up to a seated position by the neck of your t-shirt and pulls it off over your head. Despite your best efforts your head starts to go fuzzy as you struggle to keep up with the pace that he was taking your clothes off, leaving your t-shirt and bra in little piles somewhere around the room. He turns his attention to your chest, nipping at it while his fingers start undoing the button and zipper on your jeans. Once they're half ways down your legs you become very aware at the amount of clothes he still had on compared to you. 

"Aren't you taking anything off?" you ask, making his eyes flit up to you as he discards your jeans behind him. 

"What makes you think you deserve that?" he chuckles. 

You feel something in your chest drop at his tone, one that you had never heard him use to you before. 

"I have to earn it?" 

"Clever girl," he praises, pressing a heavy kiss to your lips as a reward, "so get to it". He gets off of the bed, taking your underwear off in a swift tug with him and slumps into a sunken armchair at the foot of the bed. 

You sit up onto your elbows and watch him, watching you, watching him..

"What are you doing?" you ask him, deciding against the option to just get up and pull him back onto the bed with you. 

"Waiting for you to start earning it, I thought you wanted me? Well if I was mistaken then perhaps we should just stop" he feigns, starting to pick up varying pieces of your clothes before you interrupt him. 

"No no, I do, I do want you"

"I know you do darling" he replies, dropping your t-shirt to the ground again before settling back into his seat. "Show me how much" 

"Show you?" you repeat to test it out. Surely he wasn't asking you to.. this was completely new territory so everything and nothing felt like possibilities. He nods and sinks further into the seat, his legs spreading wider than they were before, highlighting the fact that they had started to get tighter than would probably be comfortable. You rest your back down on the mattress and hesitantly pop two fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them before slowly reaching down between your legs. 

You start to experimentally circle your clit, feeling like you needed to put in extra effort to look good as Tom sat watching you. You try not to overthink it and let out a long breath, sinking into the mattress and taking your other hand to one of your nipples. You start to slide your fingers inside of yourself and pump them rhythmically, your breathing starting to quicken slightly.

Your hips start to involuntarily roll against your hand as you hit the right spot over and over again, your job being easier than Tom likely expected as you knew exactly what you liked. You hear him clear his throat so you lift your head slightly and lock eyes with him but find yourself distracted by his trousers providing evidence of how much he was enjoying this. You lean your head back down on the mattress and close your eyes, picturing that your own hand was Tom's and moan his name at the image. 

You feel your thighs start to tense and your stomach tighten so you pick up your pace slightly. Right as the pressure starts to build you stop altogether and jump at the feeling of two large hands running up your thighs, hot sloppy kisses being peppered along the inside of them. You look down and see Tom with his head buried between your legs, one of his hands coming down to meet yours. He pushes two fingers inside of you, making you jolt at the obnoxious intrusion. He presses his fingers up with yours, curling them both to make you shudder. Your head is thrown back as your eyes become unfocussed and your legs start to shake slightly. Your wrist feels restricted as Tom wraps his free hand around the hand that was between you legs and guides it out of you to give him more room as he presses his mouth to your clit, his tongue flicking along it as his fingers kept their pace up. You lick your fingers clean before tangling them in his hair, unsure if you were trying to pull him away or further into you, either way he makes the decision for you and wraps his hand around your thigh to hold you against him.