Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Belated Birthday

You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. All day you've been looking forward to this evening; he had promised you it would be a night to remember, but he never told you any more than that. Your toes trace patterns in the soft carpet as you stare at the door to the bathroom, wishing he would hurry up.

A minute later you finally hear him turn off the water. You sit up straighter. "Not long now!" You think excitedly, but then you hear the buzz of his razor. You flop down on the bed and let out an aggravated groan. "He's doing this on purpose just to tease me." You think, punching the pillow next to you.

After another five minutes, the door finally opens. Standing there smiling, wearing just his blue plaid pyjama bottoms is your husband, Tom Hiddleston. You sit up and throw a pillow at him. "What took you so long?" You say, trying to sound angry but you can't help but smile at him standing there, grinning mischievously, clutching the pillow in one hand and holding a small box tied with a ribbon in the other hand.

"My darling," he said, walking slowly toward the bed and sitting down next to you. "You have no patience." He puts an arm around your shoulder. "I suppose you want to know what I have planed for this evening." You nod, looking longingly into his gorgeous green-blue eyes. He chuckles, "well, my dear, wait no longer." He hands you the box and your fingers fumble over the ribbon before finally pulling the knot loose. Inside, on top of a square of foam, is a piece of paper. You unfold it and begin to read;

"My love, this night is to make up for missing your birthday last week. I really regret not being there for you. So tonight, we're going to order in from your favourite restaurant, and dine while watching a movie of your choice. After that, I'll pick you up and carry you to our bed and we'll see where things go from there. But before that, take a look at what else is in the box. Much love, Tom."

You lean over to kiss Tom before pulling the foam square out of the box. Underneath is a beautiful gold bracelet with your name engraved on it. "Like it?" Tom asks. All you can do is nod. He takes the bracelet from you and slides it onto your wrist. He puts a finger under your chin and tilts your head up to look you in the eye. "I love you." He says softly before pressing his lips to yours. Your arms wrap around his neck and his tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He reluctantly pulls away from the kiss and scoops you up in his arms, causing you to squeal in surprise. He carries you to the living room, sets you down on the couch, and hands you the TV remote. "You pick a movie, and I'll order dinner." He says as he walks toward the kitchen.

He comes back five minutes later and sits next to you, putting an arm around his shoulder. "So, what'd you chose?" He asks. "Avengers." You reply, smiling up at him, "I just can't get enough of Loki." Tom chuckles. Using his Loki voice, he says, "well, mortal, supper will be arriving in twenty minutes. Until that time, why don't you tell your king about your day?" You laugh and bow your head a little. "Yes, of course, my lord." You tell him all about work, and that one coworker you don't like, and how much you were anticipating this evening. He listens the whole time, smiling and nodding along until the doorbell rings. He gets up and gets the food, bringing it back to the living room and putting it on the coffee table.

You snuggle up next to him and turn on the movie.

By the time the end credits start rolling by, the food is long gone and you're lying on top of him, your fingers drawing invisible patterns on his bare chest. You shiver a little when you feel his hand slip under your shirt and run up and down your spine. Using his Loki voice again, he asks, "are you ready to go, my queen?" "I am, my king." And you roll off of him so he can get to his feet. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. You feel his hands on your thighs and he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and twist your fingers into his hair. He carries you into the bedroom and lies you down on the bed. He climbs on top of you and kisses your neck. He leaves a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your jawline and back up to your mouth.

His hands find the hem of your shirt and start pulling it up. You arch your back to help him and he slips it over your head and tosses it unceremoniously onto the floor. He kisses your collarbone again as his hands go for the clasp on your bra. He pulls it off of you and tosses it aside with the shirt.

His mouth quickly moves to your right breast, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. You feel a familiar sensation starting between your legs and you squeeze his shoulders to keep your hands from shaking.

He glances up at you knowingly and grins. He starts working on your other breast as his hand slips under the waistband of your pyjama bottoms and starts tugging them down. He pulls his mouth off of you so he can pull your bottoms all the way off, leaving you in only your panties.

He runs his fingers teasingly up your thighs toward the thin, light blue fabric. He lightly rubs up and down over your clit through the fabric. You clutch the comforter as you feel the pressure building inside you. He watches you closely as his fingers work their magic.

You're about to reach your climax when he stops. You glare at him and he chuckles. "Patience, my dear. I promise I won't leave you unsatisfied."

He kisses your stomach right above the hem of your panties. He moves up the centre of your body, leaving kisses every inch. He stops at your breasts and kisses each one in the centre before moving up your neck to your mouth. Your tongues dance around each other as his hand grips your breast, lightly pinching your nipple.

Your hand trails down his chest toward the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. He positions himself better so you can pull them off his hips and down his legs where he kicks them off and onto the floor. You automatically reach for his growing member but he grabs your wrist and presses your fingers to his lips. "Hands to yourself, dear." He grins mischievously and moves between your legs again.

You gasp as he roughly pulls your panties off and starts rubbing your clit with two fingers. He slips them inside you and slowly moves them in and out. You clutch at the comforter as the pressure began to build once more. His fingers move faster, and a squeal escapes your lips. You hear Tom chuckle as he quickens his pace. You gasp and jerk your hips upward, off the bed as you reach you climax.

Tom removes his fingers and watches you twitch and pant. He smiles at you as he licks his fingers clean. He bends over and starts kissing up your thigh toward your wetness. His tongue finds your clit and he bites down gently, sending shivers up your spine. His tongue slips inside you and back out quickly. He repeats this a few times before beginning to rub your clit with his tongue. The pressure builds once more and you let out a hoarse scream as your body erupts in an amazing orgasm.

Tom climbs on top of you and presses his mouth to yours, eagerly shoving his tongue inside. You can taste yourself on him. You moan as his hand trails up your side to entangle itself in your hair. His erection presses against you teasingly.

"Tom..." You gasp, your voice barely a whisper. "Please..." He smiles. He nudges the head into your opening. He enters slowly, filling you with his length. He slides in and out easily. You feel the pressure building again, better than ever. He speeds up, the pressure now building inside him.

You both orgasm at the same time. You squeeze your eyes shut and cry out his name. He arches his back and collapses, catching himself on his elbows so as not to hurt you.

He slips off of you and lies down next to you. The two of you lie, panting, next to each other for a long while. He rolls over and wraps his arms around you tightly. You reach a hand up and stroke his cheekbone before leaning in for a kiss.

Tom pulls away and whispers in your ear, "happy birthday, love."