Tom Hiddleston one-shots

Ice-cream or I scream? (Tom)

"(y/n) what are you doing?"
"Just putting my hair down. I'll be there in a minute."

I took down my ponytail, put on some cream and headed to Tom in bed. He was laying on his back, scrolling through his phone.
"What are you checking?"
"Just some e-mails", he said half sleepy.
"Tom it's midnight. Leave it."
"If you come and cuddle me", he said with a cheesy grin.

I hopped on the bed and snuggled in his chest. He laid his phone on the nightstand and wrapped his arms around me.
"I want ice-cream", I said as I looked up into his eyes. He chuckled.
"Now? It's midnight, we can't get ice-cream now."
"But I want it", I begged him with puppy eyes.
"I am not getting it-"
"Please..."
"Oh I hate you so much right now."

He left the bed, put on his shirt, and grabbed the keys of our hotel room. I got up, got dressed and grabbed his hand.
"Come on", I chuckled with him.

We ran through the hallways of the hotel to the nearest shop that was still open. He opened the door for me and led me inside. I looked down at the different flavours and pointed my lips, tapping them with my finger. Carefully considering which flavours I'd pick.
"What are you gonna get", I asked him.
"I want sleep", he laughed.
"I think you want cake", I teased, "A wise man once said he had no problems with eating cake. He added that he thinks people should eat it more."
"Oh I really hate you", he shyly looked down.

I asked for my favourite flavours and we headed back to our room. Tom took his shirt back off and sat down on the edge of the bed. He watched me carefully. I scooped some cream on my spoon and licked it up, staring into his eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want to try it? It's rather good."
"I am pretty sure darling, thanks."

I stepped closer, a spoon full of ice-cream and held it in front of him. I 'accidentally' let the cream fall of the spoon onto his chest. He gasped.
"(y/n)..."

I knelt and licked up the melting cream on his chest. The liquid followed the curves of his abs perfectly.

"I must say. It tastes much better this way."
"Oh I bet it does", he growled. I looked down to his crotch and saw he was getting turned on, quicker than usual. To test his patience a little more I dropped another piece on his chest, licking it up once again. This time more sensual, if not sexual. It runs down his stomach, staining his waistband. The track of my tongue started there, slowly going up. Tom bit his lips as he threw his head a little back. I cleaned of the remains of his chest by kisses and licks. Before I could kiss his lips, he pulled me up.

He took the ice-cream out of my hand and sat it down on his nightstand. He made us fall over on the bed to then roll us over. He pushed me in the mattress and kissed me passionately.

"You're in trouble tonight (y/n)."

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