Tom Hiddleston smuts ;)

SAY MY NAME <3

WARNINGS: DRUNK/ALCHOHOL USE

I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT THIS IS IT JUST CAME TO MY HEAD OK hope you enjoy <3

SAY MY NAME

One women wearing a strapless dress loomed closly to Tom as he sipped his glass of whiskey. The woman giggling, her eyes rolling to the back of her head exaggerated-dumbly as if trying to come off as sexy, and you cant forget her pushing out there chest to try and get there tits as close to his face as possible.

The bleach blonde obviously died hair, and very visible split ends woman, asks in a 'cute' put on tone "So Mr Hiddleston, what's you favourite music" She says while biting her lip, as if she cared. As if she even listened to his reply. "Oh my god! Same it's so weird how much we have in common" She says putting her hand on his shoulder. The intoxicated women bursted out with laughter, once again using it as an excuse to touch him.

After several more touches and fangirl boring questions, a secruity guard, employed by the production, managed to shoo them away, but not before she slipped her number in his shirt pocket. He grinned at Tom "Sorry, Im not sure how she got in here" Tom smiled "It's okay she was no problem" Tom turned back to his whiskey, a cocky smile etched onto his lips. One glance at the woman a few chairs down, shaking her head. His wife.

"What" Tom chuckled, "I didnt say anything" She replied smugly. "You dont have to your facial expression spoke for you." Her eyes squinted "So you think I like girls throwing themselves at you when I know all you wanna do is fuck me even when your not acting" She hums and nods her head. "So your saying I'm a bad actor huh?" Her eyes widen at Toms words. "Well you see the nerdy guy in the back" She pointed towards the back of the room and there stood a red head with freckles and thick glasses. (I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST RED HEADS)

"Yes what about him." Tom askes "Well he can play Loki or Price Hal, and they wood still swoon over him and slip him their fucking numbers" Toms amused smirk, realising that his wife is jelous. "Now come on it has to be me or else you wouldn't fuck me" He smiles and turns to the bartender. "Two shots please" Her brows furrow "Why are you bying me a shot?" His eyes lock onto hers, "Just drink it." She laughs and downs the shot, the obvious burning in her throat visable. She is so fucking intoxacated she doesnt know what shes saying, she may even forget shes Toms wife.

"Ok then Tom, how many times have you been seduced by one of these empty-headed, full blossom fan girls" His eyes imidatley fall to her cleavage. "Only to be dissapointed that she fucked Tom and not Loki" Dicideing to play along Tom responds, "What makes you think Tom is a dissapointment" She laughs "Trust me I would know and I never implyed that, I'm just saying they want Loki not Tom." His laugh echoed in her ears.

"So you would come up to my room if Loki asked you not Tom?" She looked away blushing "I never said that I liked Loki, I said fangirls like him" She smirks in a playful manor. Tom gently captures her chin, "You dont have to say it, I can see your breath change, and rember I fuck you I know what you do when your turned on darling" She smiles once again "Your drunk" Tom laughs "So are you" Fake offense covers her face.

"I still want you to awnser my question, would you go up to my room if Loki asked" She rolled her eyes "Maybe if you were Loki the God of trickery and Mischief." He squinted his eyes "But not for Tom no?" Ignoring his question she turned back to the bar and ordered another shot.

After some more lighthearted bickering they were waititng outside an elevator, as a couple walked out, once inside they both laugh. Tom's laugh fades "You know theres' a reason I was picked out of 84 auditions for Loki thank you very much." Her smile never fading "And why is that huh?"