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99. Tom Hiddleston | Bitter Brit

By : youlightmeupfinn | Tumblr 

warnings: mature language, arguing, angst, fluff

summary: You're a model who just did her first nude photoshoot, which your fiancé doesn't know about. Tom stumbles across the pictures and an argument takes place before you can tell him the real reason behind it.

Drabble Prompt #89: "And when did you plan on telling me about this?"

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Tom sat there, his eyes glaring at the screen.

"When the hell did you do this?" Tom asked himself quietly.

Clicking through each picture, to him, they just got worse. Picture by picture, another layer of clothing was removed until you were ultimately left in nothing but skin. You were on your hands and knees in one of them, that crimson red lipstick covering your lips, your hair pulled in front of your face.

The next picture? You were sitting upright on your knees with your hand finding its way to settle in between your legs. You looked like you were on an orgasmic high.

Tom could feel the anger pitching deep within his chest, his ears turning a bright shade of red, signaling he was pissed. His hands were nearly about to bust the computer mouse on his desk, his lips twitching ever so slightly.

When the hell did you do this?! He this time yelled into the office space of his London home. Groaning, he shouldn't have looked through your emails, but you were the last one logged into the computer... And just as he was about to log out and switch over to his account, that's when he saw the email come through.

Here are the results from your shoot, babe! You looked absolutely stunning.

That's what the photographer said in the email. Releasing another groan, Tom raked his fingers through the long wisps of his darkened hair. He scratched at the facial hair that had continued to grow along his cheeks, unsure of whether he was angry or horny.

Maybe both.

But as of this very second? The anger beat the horniness.

He knew you were a model, it's what you did. He never once heard you mention a nude photo shoot was in order! Your go-to was usually swimsuit modeling, and also fully clothed modeling.

Not butt ass naked.

Was this going in a magazine? A porn website? Was it just for your entertainment?!

Tom was cursing more under his breath when he heard the front door opens to the home, you stumbling inside with your sweet voice.

Who was just butt-ass naked!

Tom was internally screaming.

"Darling!" Tom yelled, not wanting it to sound as harsh as it did... well, it was out of his mouth now, who cares?

Tom groaned. What if your parents see this?!

What if your sweet grandmother stumbles across it?!

Tom knew that the funeral would come sooner than expected.

Making your way to where his voice lingered, you were met with a pair of blue orbs that were piercing. And suddenly, not in a good way.

"Tom?" You asked quietly. Tom held up his index finger, ushering you to come to him. As you slowly approached the desk, sucked his cheeks in and blew out the air he was holding.