Tom Hiddleston Fics

Love in the Park (Tom x reader)

(*SMUT) - 18+ only

"Please Tom, just tell me where we are going," you begged. "You know how much I hate surprises."

"Sorry, love. Trust me, you'll love this one," Tom chuckled. "A night on the town with my best girl, I can't think of anything better. Well, except..."

You raised your eyebrow and smirked at your boyfriend. You moved closer to him and gave your best 'sexy' face you could. "Oh, and what would that be?" You trailed your finger down his chest and then walked it back up, finally encircling your arms around his neck. Tom sucked in a breath, he loved it when you did that, but hated it at the same time. He was weak when it came to you.

Releasing the breath he leaned down and pecked your lips. "That, darling, is not going to work. I have a surprise and that is ALL I am going to say."

"Fine," you huffed disconnecting yourself from Tom. He kissed you again before playfully swatting your backside.

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Now, standing in front of your full-length mirror, you stared at yourself. Is it too much? He did say to wear something nice. You had chosen a form-fitting, forest green, knee-length dress. It was all lace with a high neckline that showed just the tops of your shoulders. You smirked, knowing exactly what it would do to Tom. Your makeup was simple and natural, and your hair was half-up with curls cascading down your back.
Y/N, are ready? We're going to be late if-" Tom cut himself off as he walked into the room. "Oh, love..."

You turned to face him so he could get the full effect. "Is it too much or not enough?"

"Perfect! Just perfect. You look absolutely beautiful, darling." He came closer to you and rested his hands on your hips. He smiled down at you with love reflecting in his azure eyes. He brushed his lips across yours.

"You don't look too bad yourself there, handsome."

It was true. Tom always looked amazing in whatever he wore. Tonight he had on your favorite suit. A black jacket and matching pants that were tailored to fit his tall, lean frame. He wore a white button-up shirt that looked too small for him, paired with a black patterned tie. His beard was trimmed and hair slicked back just enough.

Tom's eyes never left yours. You smiled. "You mentioned something about being late if we don't get a move on?"
"Right, come, my lady, your carriage awaits." Tom offered you his elbow.

Tom pulled up to the restaurant and you gasped when you realized where you were. It was the best seafood restaurant in all of London. You two rarely went because you always insisted it was too expensive. You looked at Tom with wide eyes. He only chuckled as he lead you inside.

Dinner was amazing! When you were finished, you walked out hand in hand. You leaned against his arm, enjoying the evening with the man you loved.

"Are you ready for our next adventure?" Tom asked as he slid into his seat next to you.
"There's more?"

He nodded.

"Alright, lead the way."

After twenty minutes, Tom stopped the car again. He helped you out and waited for your reaction. Finally, it dawned on you, and you gasped again. He had brought you to the Lyceum Theater, the home of the Lion King. Your smile lit up your face.

"Really, Tom? The Lion King?"

"Yes, my dear. I know how much you love the play, so here we are," he smiled at you. He pulled the tickets out of his breast pocket and flashed you a cheeky grin. "I bought these on my way home from shooting. I thought it would be a great surprise."