Tom Hiddleston Fics

For Better or For Worse (Tom x Reader)

*Light smut*

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You were tired. So very tired. You hadn't slept well in who knows how long. Work was awful - you couldn't focus and had no energy to get projects done. Even your boss was concerned, especially when you burst into tears for no apparent reason. She told you to take a few days off.

So here you were, standing at your kitchen island, staring at nothing. Your husband would be home soon and you hadn't started dinner yet. You couldn't. You felt as though you didn't have any drive to complete even the simplest of tasks. You were a jumble of different emotions, and yet somehow you still felt hollow.

You were staring into space when the door opened, but you didn't hear it, nor did you hear your name being called. You barely registered arms coming around your middle, as Tom wrapped himself around your body. He knew it comforted you and was confused when you didn't move. He began kissing your neck and nuzzling his nose against your soft skin.

"Love?" he whispered.

Tom! Your brain shouted at you through your hazy state. You wanted to turn around and kiss your husband, but you couldn't move.

"I'm fine." You hoped that would sound convincing enough.

Tom wasn't stupid. After five years of being together, he knew when something was wrong. He was worried. He had noticed that you hadn't been yourself recently, but he hadn't questioned it too much, thinking you would tell him when you were ready.

"Idiot," he muttered to himself. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." You answered quickly but still hadn't turned to face him.

His brows furrowed and he slowly turned you around. The creases deepened when he saw how dull your eyes looked.

You attempted a smile. "I'm just tired, my love. Don't worry. Le-et me get dinner started."

Tom stopped you and dragged you to the couch, helping you sit. He knelt in front of you and rested his hands on your knees.

"I know you're lying, dear. Please tell me what's wrong." His eyes were full of worry. Tom needed to know what was wrong, he needed to know how he could fix it.

You just stared back at him, you wanted to tell him, but couldn't. Lowering your head, you let a few tears escape. Tom crooked his finger under your chin, and gently lifted your head back up, so he could look at you properly. You didn't hear what Tom muttered before you realized you were being lifted. He hooked his arms beneath your legs and back and lifted you so you laid against his chest, and walked to the bedroom. He didn't like you not putting up a fight. Tom laid you down on the bed gently, lightly kissing your cheek.

"I'll be right back," he whispered. Tom walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

You weren't sure of how long he'd been gone, and you found that you really didn't care. Tom came back and observed you from the doorway, noting that you hadn't moved an inch and that you were staring blankly at the white ceiling. He sighed, hoping that his plan would work. He picked you up bridal style and carried you into the bathroom, where you instantly noticed the candles. There were so many of them! And Tom had filled the tub with bubbles, just the way you liked. Tom set you on your feet and stood behind you, but didn't let go of you completely.

You leaned your head against Tom's chest and he hummed in approval. You felt his hands roaming your body, touching and caressing your curves. Tom somehow pulled your shirt over your head and then moved his hands south. His fingers teased the top of your sweats as he pushed both your pants and underwear down. You stepped out of them as Tom got into the tub, holding his hand out for you. You stood still, not wanting to move, but as you looked at your husband, it began to dawn on you, what he was trying to do.