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171. Tom Hiddleston | I Don't Get Jealous

By : celebrities-imagines | Tumblr

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x fem reader

Summary: Tom doesn't get jealous. Nothing like a little game to change that.

Warnings: Italics is a flashback

Words: 1.5k

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Irritation grew in your chest as you declined the offer, from the fourth man that night, to go, somewhere, a little more private. Just like all before him, number four, who had been tipsier than the rest, sulked off only to find another girl a few seconds later.

Your irritation did not stem from the fact that none of the men had enough respect to talk to you before they took you to bed, it was the fact that your boyfriend did not seem to mind these men who were trying to take his girl away.

Tom's blue eyes burned into you, he sat 3 stools away, able to hear every last word the men had appallingly mumbled to you as if they were charming, and yet he didn't even flinch once.

You downed the rest of your third drink, each man except number four had offered and looked over to Tom. Your eyes met his right away, due to the fact that they had been on you all night, and he gave you a small smile.

In his hand, he held a whiskey that he had been nursing since you had gotten your martini, from number one, and he lazily took a sip but never broke eye contact.

You got up out of your chair and headed three seats over to where Tom was sat, for a second you made eye contact with bachelor number 2; he looked at you as if asking if you had changed your mind, but you ignored him.

The second you got close to Tom you could smell his strong cologne, the one you had bought him for Christmas, the one he knew made you weak, and you almost admitted defeat right then and there, but you had a game to win.

"Realizing that you were wrong? Did I win?" Tom asked, thick British accent piercing through you, one eyebrow quirked upward.

You mustered up a laugh, but it was weak, the cologne was really getting to you; Tom was way more attractive than all of the men you had talked to tonight.

"Jealous yet," you asked, hoping he was, you were growing tired of men that weren't him.

"Why? Should I be?." He asked with a growing smirk.

You rolled your eyes, the feeling of irritation finding it's way back inside your chest. How were you going to beat Tom Hiddleston?

"I don't get jealous love," Tom whispered in your ear. "Sure you do," you attempted to counter, but deep down knew his statement was true. A deep chuckle left his soft lips, and you blushed at how easily he pushed away your idea. "You on the other hand sweetheart," gently Tom placed a soft kiss on your temple. You rolled your eyes and shoved the British actor away from you. Yes, it was true, you had a tendency to be the jealous type, but could you really blame yourself, you were dating the Tom Hiddleston, the most charming man in the world. Just the way he talked seemed flirtatious; all the time he would say to other women, "you look, lovely darling," and they would swoon and blush, causing waves of jealousy to surge through your body; deep down you knew he wasn't truly flirting but with his charming nature and accent, it always felt like it. Tom could say "you look like shit," and you'd probably still blush and thank him. "Fine, I'll make you a deal." Tom's right eyebrow shot up in interest and you took that as a signal to go on. "Tomorrow night, we go out to a bar." He nodded his head in understanding so far. I try to make you jealous when the clock hits..." "Midnight," Tom cut in. You hid your smile, he was such a classic. "Okay, midnight, if I've made you jealous I win and if I don't, which won't happen, you win." Tom took a minute pondering the thought, but you knew he had already taken the bait; he always loved a little completion. "Deal," he said sticking out his hand. You took it, trying to ignore the bolt of electricity that went through your fingers at his touch. "And when I win what do I get? He asked. "Winner's choice. If you win," you added, giving him a pointed look. "Game on," he replied, leaning down to kiss your hand.