A C T O R S || OS

17. Tom Hiddleston | Control *

By : youlightmeupfinn | Tumblr 

warnings: HIDDLESMUTTT; 18+ oral sex; f!receiving, fingering, penetration, breeding kink, daddy kink, sir kink, begging, crying, EDGING, choking, jaw grabbing, restraining, pussy slapping, cock-warning

summary: After Tom has a bad day at work, you're the one that has to take care of it. But he's not letting you out so easy. He wants full control.

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It had been a rough day. From the moment you woke up this morning, everything seemed to go wrong. You were thankful beyond recognition when you finally pulled into the circle drive of your home in London. Seeing the familiar home that you both claimed as yours brought sweet relief over you. You had already kicked the heels off and stowed them in the passenger's seat of your car. Gathering your work necessities in hand, you stepped out and padded your way up to the mahogany French door, Bobby's bark already sounding off.

Slipping inside, you greeted him with a pet to his head and once he was taken care of, you immediately rushed to fix yourself the biggest glass of wine.

You needed to unwind.

Your husband seemed to be having a rough day himself based on the text you got as soon as you were walking out of the office.

Don't wear anything you like too much because it's getting ripped off as soon as I get through the door. Love you.

So needless to say, you were exhausted, enraged, and horny. Tom only sent texts like that if he was stressed with filming or anything else meeting-related with Luke. Taking the glass of wine upstairs, you quickly took a shower, still with the wine in the shower. Through each sip, you found yourself unwinding and mentally preparing for just what Tom had in store for you.

You freshened yourself up in every way possible before you put on Tom's favorite perfume and blue lace set he gifted you for an anniversary. Grabbing one of your old t-shirts and a pair of shorts that exposed your ass cheeks if you bent over the right way, you made your way downstairs.

Refilling the wine glass, he was right on time. You heard the door slam shut to the Jaguar, the sound of it locking heard seconds later. Your adrenaline was pumping when the sound of his feet was heard outside of the door. Inhaling slowly, you pulled your hair back into a high ponytail.

You were more than ready to sit on your knees for this man.

The door finally opened and that's when you saw him. Blue eyes were blown wide, his face pressed into a hard line. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt that was tight around the cuffs, his biceps bulging beneath. His pants were blue in color and hugged his ass perfectly, not to mention helped to outline the fact he was rock hard.

No wonder why he was frustrated. His dick was practically being suffocated by the tightness of his pants.

"Tom," You breathed out and that's when his eyes settled on you. In two strides, he was in front of you. Wordlessly, he gathered you up into his arms, his fingertips gripping your ass. You squealed beneath him but suddenly your back was slammed against a hardened surface, his hand pushing out to support your head. Your eyes widened as your back pressed firmly against the wall. You gazed at him, seeing his eyes filled with lust.