Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

Chapter 25: Temptation

The next couple days were rather fun for you. You really picked up on the small things that get Tom frustrated in his pants, and you were taking advantage of that knowledge. You've purposely chosen not to wear a lot to bed, so you end up wearing less than him. He's starting to wear matching pajamas, while you go topless for most nights. So that morning, you let the blankets slowly fall down your body as you sat up from bed, but didn't let the sheets expose too much of your bare skin. Tom, still laying in bed, got to watch your bare back as you stood up and moved over to the dresser to get dressed, slowly looking down the pajama shorts you wore, eyeing at your legs. When you'd put your baggy track pants on, you'd purposely pretend to struggle so your ass would move a little, making him press his face a little more into his pillow in frustration. If you were to move back to the bed to ask if he was okay, you know he'd just drag you back into the covers, so you turned and gave him a little smile before getting the rest of your clothes on and heading to the bathroom, making sure to swing your hips as you knew he was watching you leave. That was enough for his length to twitch in his pajama pants.
And that was just during the first morning.

You made similar things happen during the course of 3 or 4 days. One night while you were watching a movie together, you were all snuggly on the couch with his arm around your waist with you laying against him. You let your hand slowly creep on to his thigh, just near his inner thigh. You were tempted to just touch him, but the little circles you traced along his warm thigh as the movie continued already gave him dark ideas. The little breaths he'd try to hold back were so cut, and he kept clearing his throat. Probably to make it seem like his now slightly deeper voice was just that way because he had a sore throat, and not because of the heat in his jeans. He even shifted a couple times in his seat, but didn't comment on his clear arousal growing. He hadn't figured out what you were doing by this point. Not yet.
Another time, despite the borderline Antarctic weather outside, you wore nothing but a sports bra and baggy track pants around the house, doing little things around the house so he'd watch you. You'd be cooking that morning and see him more focused on your hips rather than his friend on the phone, or feel his heated gaze as you'd lay flat on your stomach on the bed scrolling through your phone, changing positions every now and then to compliment specific features on your body, but trying to keep it simple as not to raise suspicions. He still had yet to catch on to your efforts at teasing him.

That is, until you got vocal.
You'd moan a little with every stretch, catching his attention in an instant. You'd smile at him and give small talk, adding a light tone of affection in your voice as you spoke as if you were a high schooler talking about their crush, giving little giggles at the small jokes he'd say. You'd touch him briefly, whether it be a brush on the arm or a little hug, give him little glances and bite the corner of your lower lip. Rinse. Repeat. Watch him slowly lose his mind. You couldn't keep track of all the times he'd be sitting or standing with a half or full bump in his trousers, all because of the little things you were doing. While this teasing was definitely run for you, you didn't know exactly what you were trying to accomplish. You don't exactly need to work this hard to get him at his best in bed. Perhaps there was something deep inside Tom that you only got a mere glance of, and wanted to see more. Much more.

Finally, that evening after dinner, you must've done something to pull the final straw with Tom. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips to thank him for making dinner, feeling his arms slowly snake around your body, pulling you close some. You smiled up at him, glancing down at the ginger beard that had really grown on his face. You were finally used to it, and god, it made him look so sexy. A lot of fans seemed to be begging for him to shave, but you like this change in appearance. Some people don't like to look the same for long periods of time. Tom is one of those people.
Anyways, he had himself pressed up against the kitchen counter some as you gave him a soft kiss.
"Thank you for dinner.." You spoke in a soft tone, glancing at his lips before looking back up into his big blue eyes. He just smirked.
"You're welcome.." He spoke, his tone down lower slightly, though giving you a little smile. You leaned up to give him another little kiss, but as he deepened it, you snuck your tongue into it and nipped at his lip some before you'd pulled back. You bit the corner of your own lower lip, feeling his hands on your hips.
"I know what you've been up to, darling.." Tom finally admitted, letting you pull back as you gave a playful smile.
"What have I been up to?" You ask with a coy gaze, tilting your head. Seeing that dark look in his eye was always exhilarating.
"You can play dumb all you want. You've been all over me all week.." Tom smirked.
"Have I?.." You giggled some. "I like having you around. You're pretty.."
"Pretty to look at, am I?.." Tom asked, his smirk turning more into a grin. "Is that why you've been watching me? Leading me closer and closer?"
You bit the corner of your lip as he began to approach you, making you slowly back up until you'd press up against a wall. His inner Loki is showing, that's for sure.
"Maybe.." You muttered shyly with a little smile.
"Maybe?" Tom snickered, pressing his hand above you up against the wall, leaning in close. "I think it's a definite yes.."

You looked up into his eyes once more, keeping your whole back up against that wall, your hands up against it. You felt warmth immedietly rush to your thighs, but you were frozen.
"You've gone all frosty, kitten.." Tom purred with a little grin. "Do you feel stuck now that I've caught you?"
"Caught me?.." You gave a slight giggle. "I don't appear to be tied up or anything.."
"Oh, that can easily be arranged.." Tom gave another purr, though his tone grew darker. It sent shivers down your spine.
You let out a shaky breath as he leaned in close, locking your lips in a deep kiss. His free hand moved to your hip, pressing his waist up against yours. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into it as he always does. He loves the sensuality it adds, the heat it brings between you two. A low moan escaped him, making you pull back with a shaky little squeak. Tom snickered once more before suddenly picking you up, having your legs wrap around his waist as he pinned you back up on the wall, bringing you back into a deep kiss.

"If you want me so bad, then you'll have me.." Tom growled after pulling back, carrying you two to your room.