Tom Hiddleston x Reader One Shots

Darling, please. What's wrong?

Trigger Warnings: Depression, talk of self injury.

You woke up together in Tom's lavish king sized bed on the tuesday, and everything felt alright. You followed your usual morning routine, got out for a little with bobby and spent some valuable time with your boyfriend.

*

On wedneday, you felt off. You found it hard to understand, it was a heavy feeling in your chest and gut. You had rose before Tom that morning and tried to ignore the feeling. But as that day went on, the more pressing it became. You wondered if you were coming down with something, but kept it to yourself. Tom couldn't be taking any time off, he had a busy couple of weeks ahead.

Throughout the day, Tom had noticed a slight shift in your demenour and offered to cook that night. It had actually turned into a romantic stay-at-home date, which helped take your mind off the strange mood. The same night, as you and Tom lay in bed together, thing started to get a little spicy. You made out, touched each other and eventually made love. But as Tom was rolling his hips into you passionately, your pleasure slowly began to decrease and the horrible inkling of sadness took over you again. It was the first time you had ever had unenjoyable sex.
"Darling, are you okay?" Tom stilled. You were staring over his shoulder, aimlessly. "Hey," He whispered and kissed your cheek. "Do we need to stop?" He said gently.
You snapped yourself back into reality.
"I- Tom, I'm so sorry.." You tried but he shushed you lovingly. He leaned down ontop of you and rolled over. Holding you close on his chest, still deep inside you, rubbing your exposed back in circles.
"Dont apologize my love. Go to sleep, and we can talk in the morning." He kissed your forehead and you fell alseep feeling guilty.

*

When you woke on the Thursday, you were alone in bed. Tom had, at some point, dressed you again, so you didn't feel vulnerable. Your head was cloudy, like you didn't even want to leave the bed. So you stayed put.
Tom wandered into the room to check on you again, whilst he took a break from one of his many online meetings.
"Oh, darling, you're awake!" He came to the bedside and crouched down to your level.
"Morning."
You opened your eyes and looked at him, struggling to show any emotion on your lips.
"Baby... what is it?" Tom became worried, he stroked your hair, and you sighed.
"I.. I don't know. But I think I'd rather just be left alone."
Tom wasn't sure what to say, but he respected your wishes and kissed your head before leaving again.

You woke up in the middle on the night, only 3 hours into Friday, after having slept all day, and Tom had his arms wrapped around you. You couldn't remember him talking to you anymore than when you asked him to be alone. 
As you lay there, motionless, in his grasp, he stirred. He stroked your bare arm and groggingly muttered something like "are you awake".
"Yeah." You whispered into the dark.
"Turn round, please." The bed shifted and creaked as you rolled on the mattress to face him. His body was roasting hot under the covers and his breath tickled your face.
"Did I sleep all day?"
"Yeah.. and I wanted to talk to you."
You gulped.
"Dont panic, love. Only if your comfortable."
"I'm sorry I ruined sex."
"What? Listen, darling.. it's important that you talk to me. You've slept almost a whole day. Everytime I tried to wake you, you would only grumble at me, turn over and pass out again. And while you mention that.. where you wanting to be sexual in the first place that night? Or did you change your mind during?"
"Uhm.. I don't remember when it changed. The feeling just kinda.. left."
"That's okay." He sits up against his pillow.
"It's not though. You were so close to finishing and I ruined it for you."
"Honey. I'm not going to keep going if your not feeling it. That's not fair."
"I was liking it. It wasn't you, it definitely wasn't you! Please don't think it was you!"
"Shh, it's okay. Just talk to me next time, alright? Don't lie there feeling uncomfortable."