Tom Hiddleston x Reader One Shots

PillowTalk

Warnings: Implied sexual activity.
Summary: Tom provides you with some loving aftercare and asks you a very exciting question.

"Tom!" You screamed out his name as you came for the third and final time of the night.
He slowed down his pace, letting you enjoy the most of your high and then slowly made his exit. Sitting back onto his calves, Tom smiled down at you, trembling and sweaty.
"I love you." He said so sweetly. You head was spinning so you simply smiled, and he chuckled.
Pulling off the condom and throwing it into the bathroom bin, he grabbed a clean face-cloth and ran it under the hot water, getting it nice and warm, then ringing out all the loose water.
He walked back into the bedroom to find you in the same position, too tired to move. He giggled a little and you told him to "shut up and clean his dick".
But first, he took the soft washcloth and cleaned your most intimate parts. He was gentle to not hurt you, aware that you could be sore down there.

The warm towel made you jolt with surprise and quickly relax as it felt nice. Tenderly, Tom made sure all the residue from your fun was soaked into the towel and not into your skin.
"There we go.. all better!" He smiled brightly and walked over to kiss your sticky forehead.
You lifted your head and used your arms to pull your body up against the head board, giggling as Tom waddled into the bathroom, cleaning himself and he walked. You tugged up the blankets that had been pushed to the bottom of the bed and pulled it over you to keep warm.

"Do you want a bath, love?" Tom said softly from the bathroom, his voice echoing off the pristine tiles.
"I'm alright, babe."
Tom stood in the doorframe, still buckass nude and stared at you.
"What?" You blushed.
"Your beautiful." The sincerity those words carried made you want to tear up.

You sang his praises to him as he opened the large chest of drawers and got out fresh underwear and pajamas for you both.
"And don't even get me started on that mouth of yours, Thomas. You know? I genuinly think I am thee luckiest woman alive." He slipped your head through the soft shirt, and lifted your arms through the sleeve, dressing you carefully.
"I swear, I think I started planning out wedding in my head-" You stopped yourself.
You cheeks flushed red and you looked up at Tom, embarrassed beyond words.
"How did I look?" He said, awaiting for you to say more. "Because, I know for a fact, you will look gorgeous." Tom slipped the knickers over your ankles and rugged them up to your thighs, letting you pull them over your bum.
"Tom.. I-" He grabbed his own boxers and covered himself, sliding under the covers, passing you your shorts and opening up the duvet for you to slip underneath beside him. "Sorry if that was a bit much."

Tom leaned in and kissed you passionately.
"Never. I fantasize about our future too, ya know."
"Really?" You stare at him in awe.
"Oh, all the time!" He said, twirling his finger for you to bare your back to him.
"What do you imagine?" He started trailing his fingers and nails along your back in small patterns.
"Well... I think about how one day, you'll be on the house lease.. and I will no longer get control over the home decor."
You laughed, shivers when his fingers tickled your neck.
"What else?"
"I think about... our kids."

The room goes quiet but he doesn't stop tickling your back the way he knows you love.
"Tom?" You say softly.
"Hm." He hummed in response.
"I can't wait to have kids with you."

He spins you round and slams his lips onto yours, pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him.
The atomosphere in the room was filled with nothing but love and happiness as Tom stared into your eyes. He pushed your hair behind your ear and grinned at you.

"My beautiful, smart and incredible Darling girl..."
"Yes?" You giggle.
"Will you marry me?"