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26. Tom Hiddleston | Traffic *

By : just-the-hiddles | Tumblr 

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count:2325

Warnings: SMUT! pure smut, dom!Tom, thigh riding, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, face fucking, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it up people!), denied orgasm

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"It's just a few more hours..." you found your singing under your breath as you began preparations for Tom's homecoming.

Six months. It had been six months since Tom was home. Shooting for his latest project bounced from Canada to Hawaii to somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. With his bizarre travel schedule and your job obligations, trips home and travel were not workable. This arrangement made things uncomfortable. Your needs were not being attended to in the manner or frequency you prefer. Neither were Tom's.

Yes, the two of you Face-timed and sexted but nothing replaced the weight of Tom's body against yours and nothing, not even the fanciest sex toy could bring you to completion like his cock filling you with every inch. So you waited and grew more and more insatiable until the day arrived.

You expected Tom to land at Heathrow within the hour. With about a 40 minute drive to the house, it gave you just enough time to get ready. You turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat. As you step in, the water felt like it sizzled on your skin. You took care to wash every part of your body. The soap was Tom's favorite. He said it reminded him of your first date. You wanted to stay in the shower forever, but you still had work ahead of you. You stepped out and wrapped your body in a fluffy towel.

After drying off, you finished the rest of preparations, fixing your makeup and hair. You then slipped into a stunning lace bra and panties. You bought them special for tonight. Pretty but nothing too expensive, just in case they didn't survive the night. By the time you finished, Tom's plane should have landed. You grabbed your phone. There was a text.

Landed. Be there soon. Miss you.

You smiled and you could already feel your arousal at the mere thought of seeing and having Tom in the flesh. You couldn't help but tease the poor man. You held up your phone to snap a shot of your breasts, threatening to slip out of the bra. You sent the photo along with the caption.

Perhaps this will motivate you to get home quickly.

And now you just waited for his arrival.

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Tom gulped when your photo popped up on his phone. Thank God, he was in the back of his taxi and not still at baggage claim. The last thing he needed was someone glancing over his shoulder. Tom felt his pants tighten, and he suppressed a groan. Six months was too long and his hand was a poor excuse for your pussy. So warm and tight.

"Can you pick up the speed a bit? I'm late for an important appointment," Tom urged the driver.

Not a lie. He was overdue for some amazing sex with his girlfriend.

"I will try but traffic has other plans."

Tom slouched back into his seat. The wait was agony and he couldn't stop looking at the photo which was doing him no favors. After about fifteen minutes, the taxi came to a screeching halt.

"What is the matter?"

"Accident on M40, big delays."

"No, no, no. Isn't there another way? Perhaps.."

"Sorry I can't get out of the lane with the cars backed up."

Tom's phone beeped, and he saw a text from you.