Tom hiddleston one shots

House Party

The thumping of the music shook the walls around you. You could hear the muttering of your names outside the door making you more self conscious. He leaned in towards you but you pulled back not wanting to make contact. "I don't think we should do this." Apparently you haven't consumed enough alcohol to stop the reasoning part of your brain.

"Don't be such a priss." he spat before forcing his mouth against yours. You tried to enjoy what was happening but you couldn't help noticing that sick feeling in the back of your throat, moving up your throat. Oh god.

"Oh fuck, thats disgusting!" He exclaimed jumping away from you. You tried to apologise but your stomach wouldn't let you. He swung open the door and was greeted by gasps and laughs. Not wanting to embarrass yourself further you moved around to the floor on the other side of the bed, curled your knees into your chest and sobbed quietly, swearing to yourself that you were never going to move- well at least until the neighbors complained and you were all kicked out.

Just as you were getting used to your own company you heard someone calling your name outside the room. It was difficult to make out exactly what they were saying but you knew it was Tom. The door creaked open "Hello?" he spoke quietly into the darkness of the room. "Over here." you replied waving your hand above the bed. He flicked on the light and you winced at the brightness. "Thank god you're here. Every other room i've gone into had someone shagging in it." You could hear him making his way across the room to you. "Careful!" you warned, referring to the mess you had created earlier. He edged around it and joined you on the floor. "Maybe go easy on the tequila next time." he joked running his hand through his blonde curls, you laughed weakly and nudged him before resting your head on his shoulder.

"I look like such an idiot right now." You whispered.

"No you don't, stop it." he replied rubbing your shoulder.

"Shit, my hair," you sat up remembering that the ends of your hair were damp. "I'm so sorry Tom."

"It's fine, really. Here," He reached past you and grabbed a hair elastic off the bedside table. "I don't think they'll mind." and he pulled up your hair into a straggly bun. "Sorted! Now, how about i call James, he can pick us up and you can stay at ours tonight."

You smiled at his kind gesture, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah! And I'm sure i have some trackies and a t-shirt that you could borrow, plus I haven't got anything planned for tomorrow so we can stay in."

"Thank you for all of this." you reply.

"No problem, but you owe me." he joked.

"I'll make lunch tomorrow." you offered

"Sounds like a deal. Now, I'll call James and we can get out of here because i bet those assholes next door have called the police by now."