Just Friends
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Paring: Tom Hidddleston x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3.3k
Summary: After attending a New Years party with your friends, how will you react to Toms confession of love?
Authors note: this was an idea I’ve thought about for ages, I don’t feel like this did my vision justice so I may revisit it at some point 💚
Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), affair/cheating themes
“Five minutes until the new year!” You hear voices shout across the dance floor. You’d attended a New Years party with your closest friends and your husband. The majority of your friends were married, all except Tom Hiddleston, the eternal bachelor.
He’d been one of your closest friends for a number of years, you’d met him while still single and had been on a few dates before deciding you were better as friends. Despite this he had supported you through the many ups and downs of your previous relationships until you eventually got married. He had always been somewhat indifferent to your husband and although you couldn’t work out why, you shrugged it off as one of Toms funny ways.
As the count down begins you search the dance floor for your husband having re applied your lipstick ready for a New Years kiss. With the count down rapidly descending, your eyes quickly scan the room. From a distance you see your husband hauled up in a corner looking as calm and collected as ever. Walking towards him his face lights up.. his face lights up in the wrong direction, looking towards his left rather than towards you at a distance to his right. A tall blonde woman who appears almost statuesque wraps her arms around his neck, counting down with her lips pressed almost to his. You feel your eyes well up with tears as you turn away, your body immediately collides with the chest of a tall man, his arms wrapping around you catching you before you fall in your stilettos.
“Y/N? Are you alright?” His deep voice asks reassuringly as you shake your head, a single tear cascading down your cheek. You turn to point to your husband in the corner with another woman but before you can Toms eyes have already taken in the sight behind you, clutching you tighter within his arms.
“Get me out of here, please Tom. I just need to leave” you say, your hands curled tightly around his bicep as he looks down at your weeping face.
“Okay love, let’s go” he says as you turn and walk from the room, his hand pressed against your lower back as your stilettos and his dress shoes click against the wooden floor, almost inaudibly under the chanting as the count down comes to a crescendo. Happy new year, you guess?
Keeping your heads down as you walk through the lobby at a fast pace, over the years you’d grown used to the press surrounding Tom, but right now, with tears in your eyes, you couldn’t deal with it. Quickly stepping into the lift tom scans his key card and presses the floor number, taking you both to the penthouse suit on the top floor, Toms room.
As soon as you step through the door Tom pours you both a strong glass of straight whiskey, sitting beside each other on one of the comfortable sofa’s. Still lightly crying Tom pulls you into his arms, your head rested against his chest as he pulls you close, both of you occasionally taking sips of your drinks.
“I can’t go back Tom, not tonight at least, can I stay here with you?” You break the silence, asking between sniffles as his hand comfortingly strokes your back.
“Of course, I wouldn’t dream of allowing you back there with him” he replies, an angered tone in his voice that you can tell he is trying to restrain for your benefit.
“H..he has all of my things in our room, I don’t want to see him to get them back” you say, unsure of what to do, your thoughts not daring to venture to the concept of collecting your belongings from your shared house. At your words Tom picks up the phone on the side table next to him, calling the front desk.
“Hello” his deep tone starts as the receptionist picks up. “Would it be possible to have Miss Y/L/N’s belongings collected and brought to my suite? Yes her room number is 220. She’s here to sign for them on arrival. Thank you” he says in his deep sultry tone, hanging up before quickly attending to you again, pulling you into his arms. A few minutes later a knock is heard against the door as a porter brings in your belongings, placing them in Toms bedroom with the rest of his things. After signing for them, Tom gives the man a considerable tip for his discretion and sends him on his way.
“Can I take a shower? I feel like I need to wash my eyes out” you say with a half smile as the joke verges on truth.
“It’s just though there, use anything you need” he replies. As you go to close the bathroom door you see Tom run his hands through his hair before pulling his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt. The sight is a welcome distraction from your current circumstance. Although you had decided to be ‘just friends’ you’d be a fool to deny your attraction to him. With his physique closely resembling that of a Greek god, just like almost everyone else in the world you were attracted to Tom, a fact that came upon you often at the most inopportune of times.
Closing the door behind you, you kick off your stilettos. Your dress drops to the floor along with your lingerie soon after as you turn on the water, waiting for it to warm up before stepping under the fountaining faucet. Pulling off your fake eyelashes you place them on a shelf, quickly washing the remainder of your makeup away as you dip your head underneath the water. The feeling of it, warm and comforting cleansing every pour makes you feel alive again, like everything you witnessed tonight could fade into the background. After a short while you step out of the shower, drying your hair and wrapping a towel around your body. You walk back into the bedroom still wrapped in a towel as you go to find some pyjamas.
Hearing Tom on the phone to someone you try not to listen in, but as he nears you it’s hard to ignore.
“Yes I’m certain, please cancel my flight. We can reschedule filming whenever is best for you. I just can’t bare to leave her like this, I’m sorry” as he steps into the bedroom he seems surprised to find you out of the shower so soon, as he hangs up the phone.
“Tom, you didn’t just cancel filming for me did you?” You ask immediately, still sat on your knees wrapped in a towel surrounded by clothes you have pulled from your suitcase.
“It’s been postponed, I refuse to leave you like this. Don’t worry about me, what can I do for you?” He asks as he discards his phone onto the bedside table, taking a few steps towards you.
“Do you have any spare pyjamas? I’m an idiot, all I packed is lingerie thinking there’d be some kind of celebration and now I have nothing to sleep in” you say bundling your things back into your suitcase, lingerie almost bursting from the seams as you try your best to close it. Handing you one of his shirts he respectfully turns his back as you pull it on and button it up, due to his size the shirt engulfs you. Nevertheless when he turns around and takes in the image of you standing with damp hair in his shirt, he thinks you look adorable, a glimmer in his eye giving away his true feelings.
You jump into bed and although Tom, being gentlemanly as always, offers to sleep on the sofa you insist that sharing a bed is fine. You’ve slept next to each other before and you’d feel more comfortable feeling his presence near you. After changing into some pyjamas he joins you in bed, beginning to read a book next to you.
“Tom, can I ask you something?” You ask as you lay your head to the soft pillows. Tom copies your movements, placing his book on the nightstand and lying down to face you, your hands almost touching on the pillows.
“Anything, love” he replies, settling in underneath the blankets.
“You never liked him. Before we got married you were mostly fine, but a few days before the wedding something changed. What happened?” You ask him inquisitively, genuinely interested in whatever Toms reply would be. At this point you were determined that no matter what he had to say, after what you’d witnessed tonight, you’d be fine.
“Fuck” he says rolling onto his back, one hand pressed to his forehead momentarily before he begins to speak. “I’ve kept this from you for a rather long time and if you hate me after I tell you, I promise that I will understand” he says, a worried look spread over both of your faces as you wait to hear the news that seems to have troubled him for years. “I was at a wrap party for a film the weekend before your wedding, after the official party ended a few of us decided to attend a club in central London. We’d been there a few hours and just before we left I noticed a man in the corner with a young lady, she looked very uncomfortable and persistently tried to push him away. I decided to step in, but once I did I realised it was your fiancé. He was incredibly drunk and after I helped the young lady home I arranged a taxi for him, but by the time it arrived he had vanished and I didn’t see him again until the day of your wedding” the last words leave Toms mouth with a nervous quiver, the regret spreading through him like a plague as he can’t bring himself to meet your gaze.
“Y/N I’m so sorry, I hoped that after that night it would be the last of it but clearly I stand corrected” he says as he eventually turns back to you. “There have been so many times where I’ve wanted to tell you but I couldn’t bring myself to break your heart and I didn’t want you to think that I was engineering all of this for my own gain” he says, the guilt evident in his face as your tearful eyes meet his.
“It’s okay, how were you to know that he’d do something like that again. It could have been a drunken mistake for all you knew” you say as you dry your eyes. “What do you mean ‘for your own gain’” you ask him, no longer focusing on your soon to be ex husband and now back to the man laying in front of you.
“I.. uhm.. I know we called it off and decided to be friends. But that has been the greatest regret in my life, I’ve loved you from the moment I met you. Being around you and watching you love him has been unbearable but as much as I knew he didn’t deserve you, I couldn’t be the one to break your heart” he mutters out, his voice just above a whisper towards the end of his sentence as your eyes widen and your mouth drops open lightly from shock. Admittedly you’d always had feelings for him, even after you’d called it off. You hadn’t even slept together and although you’d shared a few passion filled kisses you thought yourself a fool for thinking so deeply into your brief relationship. This was until you listened to Toms words as his hand reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his touch feeling like an electric shock sending a pulse throughout your body.
Without a word, hesitantly you lean forward placing one soft kiss to his lips. His hand near your cheek now wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you closer before you separate.
His eyes rapidly scan over your face. As much as he admittedly loves you, he can almost feel your broken heart and the idea of being just a rebound for you is almost worse than never having had you at all. Despite this, the magnetism between your bodies as your heart rate quickens pulls his lips back to yours once more, pulling you in closer as his hand moves from your neck down to your waist. As your kisses grow more heated you wrap your leg around his waist. Using this he pushes you onto your back, your legs wrapped around his hips as his hands trace your curves.
His tongue pushes into your mouth tangling with yours as your breathing grows heavier, your hands rested on his chest. For the first time in what feels like forever you can feel the passion in his touch. With your husband passion and spontaneity had been waining for a while, every tryst felt insincere as if he was touching you out of obligation. But now, lying beneath Tom you could feel his want for you, his need to be near you as his kisses trail down your neck.
Pushing him and rolling him onto his back back until his head is pressed against the pillows, for a second he is certain you have changed your mind. This is until you move to straddle him, pulling his night shirt over his head before kissing down his neck and chest, his hands settled on your hips as you feel his length harden between your legs. Sitting up, still straddling him, your fingers begin to undo the buttons on your shirt, his shirt. His breath hitches beneath you as he watches you strip for him, fighting back the urge to grind his length against your pantie covered folds. As the buttons pop open, your breasts bounce in front of his eyes as you push the shirt off over your shoulders. The glimmer in his eye and his quiet gasp at the sight of you telling you all you needed to know, he’s wanted this just as much as you have.
As you lower yourself down to kiss him, you rock your covered heat over his length earning a mutual moan from both of you, vibrating throughout your kiss. Breaking the kiss once more you slide your panties to the side, hastily Tom pushes his pyjama trousers off, his length springing free as his tip glistens with pre cum. After grinding against him for a few moments you slide your hand down to the base of his length, sinking down onto him gasping at his size as he stretches you open. Your forehead pressed to his you take in each other’s expressions, the pleasure spreading across his familiar face in such an unfamiliar way causing your arousal to flow down his length.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamt of you like this my love” he moans out, his grip on your hips tensing encouraging your movements as your pace increases. Kissing him again, you feel him begin to thrust upwards into you, your loud moans filling his ear as you feel your orgasm begin to build. Your hips moving in quick circles you feel his thrusts become more ragged beneath you desperate for friction. In one swift move he lifts you, his strong arms holding your entire weight with almost no strain as he rolls you onto your back.
“Slowly, love, I’m not going anywhere” his words eliciting a loud moan from your mouth as he momentarily pulls out of you, pulling your panties down your legs and discarding them to the floor. Slowly reentering you, you feel every vein and bump along his cock as he thrusts into you. Savouring every expression, his eyes baring into yours, every precise movement is tailored for your pleasure as he rocks slowly in and out of you. Despite the slow pace you can feel your orgasm quickly build again as he grinds against you. Your legs wrapping around his waist you pull him in deeper, his length hitting against your innermost walls until he bottoms out. In need for more you rock your hips up to meet him as his pace builds, becoming frenzied above you again. His hand slowly creeps down the length of your body, his fingers trail the valley of your breasts, down your stomach and finally coming to settle at your clit. Gathering some of your wetness on his finger tips he rubs soft circles into your clit making you cry out in pleasure as his lips meet yours.
“Mhm.. I’m going to cum, T…Tom” you moan out as his pace increases. You feel your walls tightening around his cock, your orgasm beginning to flutter as the coil in your stomach begs to snap under his touch. With your thighs tightening and your toes beginning to curl from pleasure, your back begins to lightly arch as your hands tighten on his biceps.
“Look at me as you cum, I need to see you” he growls out. Your gaze meeting his before your eyes drop closed and your face contorts in pleasure. He takes in every line spread across face as your orgasm is drawn out from you, burning the memory into his mind. With the feeling of your walls fluttering around him overwhelming his senses his orgasm is pulled from him, hot lines of cum splashing against your walls as he rides out his high within you. His liquid settled deep within you, he pulls out of you as you both try to regain your breaths. For a second you expect him to collapse beside you, but to almost your disbelief he begins to kiss down your body. Sucking each nipple into his mouth one at a time he leaves a trail of sucked kisses down your torso until he reaches your heat.
“I need to taste you, you look good enough to eat” he moans out, kissing from your knee up your thighs before his kiss grazes on your sensitive clit. His kisses quickly turn to kitten licks as he savours your taste mixed with his. His tongue slips inside of your entrance before gliding back to your clit, flicking over your sensitive nub. His fingers trail up your thighs before slipping one dexterous digit into your entrance, slowly curling within you as his pace on your clit endures.
Your moans fill the air as his pace quickens within you, your hands carding through his hair, your grip on his blonde tendrils tightens. The sensation of his tongue flicking rapid circles over your clit making your second orgasm quickly build, your walls fluttering around his fingers, Tom pushes a second into you.
“Come one more time for me love, I know you can do it” he moans, his flicks over your clit transforming into sucks. Your thighs tighten around his face as he holds your legs open with his strong hand, pinning you down to the mattress as your legs begin to shake. With a few last curls of his fingers you cum around him once more, clenching down on his digits as his steady pace continues, drawing your orgasm out. His tongue laps up everything you have to offer as your arousal drips from you, licking and kissing until there is nothing left.
Kissing back up your body you pull him in to kiss you, his length fully hardened as he pulls you into his embrace. In your insatiable need for him, you begin again, the whole night being swept away by the desperation for each other, a feeling that you now realise had been there all along. Orgasm after orgasm exhausting you as you eventually fall asleep wrapped in his arms, his whispers of love warm in your ear as your heart flutters at his words making you wonder, maybe you’ve been more than ‘just friends’ after all.
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