Tom Hiddleston x Reader One Shots

No Pressure

Trigger Warnings: "Women are for a man's pleasure" Mindset, implied sexual activity.

Summary: Tom is shocked when you tell him he can still use you for sex, even thought your too tired. Fluff, angst.

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After a ridiculously long day at the office, you craved your lavish king-sized bed and a back rub from your attentive boyfriend. You stumbled off the bus, and thanked the driver only to be hit in the face with a gust off wind. Your hair flew over your eyes and you groaned out loud. Grabbing it back and pulling it into a tight ponytail, you began walking down the road to Tom's house. Your arms ached from lugging around your purse from meeting to meeting, you were so desperate to be home.
Thankfully, Tom lived only minutes away from your bus stop. You slipped the keys into the lock and turned the handle, stumbling into the warmth of the building. Bobby toddled toward you with a wagging tail, somewhat brightening your mood.
"Hi baby!" You cooed at the small dog.
Leaning down to pet him, you let your heavy bag fall off your arm and bang into the carpet.

Walking through the house, you shed your layers. Jacket on the back of the sofa, shoes in the kitchen and cardigan hanging over the bedroom door. You began to strip yourself off your work clothes just as the front door clicked open and Tom called out for you.
"Darling! I'm home!" He sang.
"I'm in here babe!" You called out, Tom following your voice. He walked in and smiled at you.
"You look exhausted... is everything alright?"
You sighed and leaned against his shoulder, still in only your bra and trousers.
"It will be, now that I'm with you." Tom kissed your temple and rubbed your back with his hand.
"Tell ya what, let's order a takeaway tonight, and just spend some "couple time" together."
"That sounds nice." You mumbled in agreement, grateful that Tom was so understanding.

The night dragged in. Each time you glanced at the clock you were disappointed at how little time had really passed since the last time you looked. Tom kept to his promise and bought you both a pizza, found a new movie on Netflix and had laid out blankets across the sofa. You sat scrolling through twitter as the doorbell rang and Tom answered. He came and sat by your side, pulling you both under the fleece, opening up the box.
"What'cha reading?" He questioned.
"Nothing much, just having a look through my twitter feed... a lot of people liked your new pap photos."
You turned your screen round to show him fans reactions to him simply walking Bobby.
"Pizza?" He held up a slice at your mouth, waiting for you to open. You took a bite while he held it for you and closed your eyes, letting your taste buds experience joy for the first time today.
"Mmm" You hummed.

The pair of you sat cuddled up together, hands covered in grease and giggling at the film. By the time it was coming to and end, your eyes began to feel heavy. So before your fell sleep, you got up and went into bed.
"I'll fall asleep if I sit here any longer!" You joked.

You lay in bed, pulling the covers up over your shoulders and tried your best to sort through your nighttime meds. Tom had been busy clearing the house whilst you did some after hours paperwork at the kitchen table, and was currently out walking the dog. You stared across the room at your wardrobe doors, trying to stay awake long enough to tell Tom goodnight.
Luckily, you did not have to wait long. As your eyes began to flicker shut, you heard Tom's voice as he spoke to Bobby. Sitting up, you listened as he locked the doors and switched the lights off on his way to your bedroom. When he walked in, you smiled and reached out your arms for a hug.
He rid himself of all his clothes, except his boxers and sat on his side, bringing you into him for a hug.
He kissed your lips passionately only pulling away from you when you needed to breathe.

Tom accidentally initiated a makeout session and had ended up with you almost on top of him.
"How awake are you?" He panted.
"Ehh, I'm kinda tired-" You shrugged.
"Okay, that's alright, this works." He said, pulling you by the back of your neck so he could reach your lips again. He rolled over and had you pinned under him as his hands massaged your tender neck and shoulders, worshipping your tongue with his.
He moved his hips and you shimmied away from him, you weren't in the mood for sex.
"Darling?" Crap, he noticed.
"Mhm?" You replied.
"Why'd you squirm? Did I squash your legs?"
"Oh.. no, your ok. I'm... I'm not really in the mood, if you know what I mean- But you can continue it's fine!" You blurted out, hoping he wouldn't be angry.
Tom rolled onto his side and studied your face.
"...What do you mean 'continue'?"
"If you need to.. get off, then it's fine, I don't mind, but I'm kinda tired so I'm sorry if I don't seem into it."

Tom's mouth lay open and his eyes watered slightly. He couldn't believe what you were saying. Who had told you this?
"Who told you that that is okay?" He whispered.
"All the other guys I've been with told me it hurt them if they couldn't.. ya know."
"Okay, first of all, that is absolutely not true. Second, you should never feel like you need to have sex if you don't want it." You were confused by his words.
"But I'm your girlfriend? It's my job?"

A small tear ran down Tom's face as his pulled you into him tightly.
"No... it's not. You are special to me, you are my love. I expect nothing from you. I will never use you for your body, darling. It's your right to tell men no."
You took in his words carefully. A large wave of emotion coming over you as the realization hit that all these years you were being used by your exes. They didn't really care about you.. not if what Tom is saying is true. And you had no reason to doubt Tom and so you believed every word he said.
"I love you, y/n."

He kissed your head gently and held you tightly, until your eyes gave up and fell shut. Tom rested his chin upon your hair and struggled to wrap his mind round the nights conversation. How could someone really do that? He was shocked and hurt but most of all, heartbroken. Heartbroken that someone out there really told you, his beautiful girl, that you were for their pleasure and that's how it were to be.
As you lay peacefully in his arms, he vowed to shower you with all the love he had if it would prove to you that you meant the world to him.
He loved you for you. And he wasn't going to let you think any differently.