Chapter 25
“We need to get out of here,” Tom growled against your lips, seemingly unaware of the onlookers. He had other motives.
The people hadn’t realized that they were watching Tom Hiddleston and his girlfriend profess their love for one another. They did, however, note that these two people were soaked, making out, and dangerously close to taking each others’ clothes off. Honestly, they weren’t far off from the truth.
“That’s a fucking understatement.” If your grip tightened anymore, Tom was going to be without a shirt. Hungry lips went searching for more, aggressively nipping at anything you could get your teeth on. Lips. Jaw. Neck.
“Love,” he groaned weakly. “If we don’t stop now, I’m taking you right here. Right now.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Hiddleston.”
And for a brief moment, you both considered the damaging repercussions. His face would be in the tabloids. He’d lose any sort of credence as a respectable actor. You’d lose your job. No one wanted a woman who had sex in the middle of a park teaching their babies.
Fuck them.
“Alright, love birds. Get a room—,” echoed throughout the park as the radio DJ had spotted the two making out from across the field. Before you two could look over, the music stylings of ACDC began to play with the familiar “You Shook Me All Night Long.”
A faint chuckle escaped Tom’s lips as he finally pulled away from you. “He has a point.”
You wanted to smack him for daring to pull away from you, but once there was some space between you two—it was a bit easier to think clearly. Just a bit. Collecting your purse, you carefully maneuvered yourself so you didn’t give anyone more of a show.
“We’re getting a car,” you informed him, as Tom had already stood up. Your breathing remained quick and didn’t slow down, Tom towering over you. Did he get taller?
“Anything to get us back to the room faster, darling,” he agreed, placing a hand along your waist.
Now the logical thing to do would be to keep your distance from one another until you had some privacy. Is that what happened? Of course not. Waiting beside the road, Tom stayed tangled around you as you got an uber.
“Knocking me out with those American thighs,” beard rubbing against the soft skin of your earlobe. Body melting against his, the only thing keeping you upright was his hold on you. His deep chuckle telling you that he was exceedingly pleased with himself.
Once you were both secure in the car and you had instructed the driver to take you to the back entry of the hotel, you took advantage of the privacy offered. Hand immediately cupped between Tom’s leg, earning a groan on both your parts. Even housed beneath the wet fabric, you could feel just how very hard he was for you. And you knew—it was all for you. Growling, outright growling for you, he devoured your lips. Tongue swirled inside the warmth your mouth provided. Your need for him building, vaguely wondering if he could make you peak before ever entering your wet center.
“We still need condoms,” accent thick against your lips as a hand moved to tangle into your damp ponytail.
“Fuck it,” you asserted, pulling his bottom lip towards you, grinning as you felt him throb against your hand.
It took Tom everything he had in him to focus on the conversation and not slipping a hand beneath your skirt to check if you were telling the truth earlier. “Are you sure? But—.”
“Doesn’t matter,” an interrupted challenge. “Let’s have a baby. We’ll have a litter of them. I’m talking Von Trapp amount,” the words tumbling from your lips, filled with lust and love for the man you were currently tangled in. Had you not been overpowered with need you could have pulled together some scrap of sanity. Not now. All you wanted was him.
Judging by the way Tom’s hips bucked against your hand, and the guttural moan that escaped his lips–he had no qualms with your suggestion. Again, if either of you weren’t nearly as turned on—you’d recognize that you should probably stop and get condoms. But all Tom could picture was fucking you senseless, putting a baby in you, and making sure everyone knew you were his.
“Ours,” he offered, splaying a hand out against your abdomen that sent unexpected sparks right down to your core. Oh, this was a new kink.
“Ours,” you breathed out helplessly, free hand coming to rest over his hand—all you could picture was him filling you up to your absolute breaking point.
“Mine,” he claimed, pulling you closer despite there already being so little room between you two. At least now, the angle made it near impossible for the driver to notice how Tom’s hand slid right up your thigh—and determined you indeed weren’t wearing anything underneath that dress of yours.
As soon as warm fingers found their way to your slippery folds, you squeaked. “Quiet, baby,” Tom cooed, watching as your eyes had slid closed.
You had never been anyone’s baby–and you had never heard the term come from the man before. It was now your new favorite word in the English language.
“Be a good girl,” he ordered and again, were these normal circumstances—you would have thrown a sarcastic remark his way. You weren’t anyone’s good girl.
“Yes, sir.”
Well, that was wildly inaccurate now.
“I’m the only one who gets to hear those delectable noises,” he whispered into your ear, which was hard to concentrate on since he punctuated his point by sliding a finger up and down your wet folds. “Those noises belong to me.”
You nodded dumbly, wishing you could contribute to this conversation, but honestly—did you know how to speak anymore?
“And this—,” he swiped again, this time pausing right before your opening. You didn’t have a clue how many fingers slipped inside of you. At this point, it had been such a long time since anything was in you—it felt like a semi-truck. Again, if you had any sense about you, you’d worry just how exactly Tom was going to fit inside of you. “Mine…”
“Yours,” you chimed in, situating your hips to accommodate his fingers. Your mouth opened to let out another gasp, but Tom was quick to capture your lips.
Thankfully he did render your mouth incapable, as the car hit a pothole, making your eyes go wide as everything pulsed inside of you. Tom + the Atlanta infrastructure was about to make you cum.
The car came to a stop shortly after, followed by a very awkward farewell from your driver. “Thank you!” you called as you slipped out of the seat, praying that the seats were wet because you two had literally been doused.
The back entrance to the hotel was always less crowded than the main lobby, which was needed since Tom had cracked his mask—-and you were likely dripping. You would have thought that the journey to the elevator would have dimmed either of your desires, but it certainly had not. Slipping into the empty elevator was a sign to continue where you both left off in the car. Suddenly, your back was against the glass, Tom pressing his length to your abdomen.
You were twitching with need. And so was he.
“Tell me—,”eyes peering up into those stormy depths. You adored how dark his eyes became when he craved you. “---say it again.”
He searched your eyes for just a moment, hands securely against your hips. “I love you,” he knew what you wanted to hear and without him needing to request—
“I love you too.”
Then, you were both all hands and mouths and tongues—no longer were you pressed against the glass wall. Instead, you turned into horny teenagers. Giggles and laughter erupting between kisses as neither of you could understand how you became so incredibly lucky.
The elevator gave a much needed ‘ding’---promptly falling out of it into a group of people dressed as different characters from Doctor Who. They were enjoying themselves so much that they didn’t even recognize Tom as more than any other happy convention patron. The atrium allowed for an echo to be heard throughout—excitement and festivities running rampant. It added to your gleeful moods, coupled with your firm wanting.
You fumbled with your purse, trying to locate your room key, as Tom was doing the same–each with the shared goal of getting into the room. However, you simultaneously worked on unbuttoning or unclasping different garments as you continued your quick pace down the hall. Still, all giggles as you caught sight of the other.
By the time one of you got the door unlocked, Tom threw his belt across the darkened room. Your dress was off in a matter of mere seconds, exposing everything but your breasts. Shoes kicked off—one even hitting Tom’s shin with a groan, but he was too busy jumping out of his jeans.
“Shirt,” you ordered, pointing at his article of clothing in the pale light of the Atlanta skyline shining in the windows—-wanting it off.
“Bra, now,” a rumble in the dark, hearing the thick fabric of his jeans puddling on the floor.
Your eyes had barely adjusted, seeking out the form of this magnificent man. All you knew was to follow the order you were so clearly given, tossing your bra to the opposite side of the room. Before you had a chance to become worried about your naked body exposed, even in the dark, you were enveloped by warm arms, lifting you from the ground. Forced to wrap your legs around his torso, you soon came to realize that Tom was naked in record time.
“Y/N—,” he breathed, walking you both backwards until his legs hit the end of the bed.
Your hands searched for his face, a moment of desperation and dread filling you for some unknown reason. It was as if every emotion was on the very tip of your core. At any moment, you could cry or laugh—or sing—or all of the above. “I don’t ever want to be without you,” you admitted in the dark, holding onto him as if your life depended on it. Because–it did. Tonight, you could not imagine a life without Tom.
And if it were up to him, you would never have to… “Oh, darling…” his body aching for you. “I’ve been yours since the first time I heard your voice—recording your class,” continuing to hold you up over the bed, cradling your head in his hand. He could just make out the side of your face in the pale light.
“You have?” you asked softly. “Tom…,” a whisper before a desperate kiss.
The kiss reignited the flame that was near painful at this point, bringing you down to rest against the comforter. Your shared actions became needy once more, sucking on any exposed skin available.
“I need you inside of me,” and it was your chance for words to turn dark.
Tom did not need to be asked twice, hovering over your body as he slowly, smoothly, slid inside your wet folds.
“Oh, fuck—” “Oh, God!”
Your free hand went back to hit the headboard, mouth agape as you tried to find the right words. There were no words besides those of utter amazement. You felt so full, an exquisite pain that could only be brought on by sheer size. It was as though he had reached your core.
“Can I keep going, baby?” Tom questioned in a way that sounded as though he would continue on his motions whatever answer you may give.
“What do you—oh, fuck me!” you screamed, slamming your hand against the board as Tom continued to slide into you. Your cries filled the room, much like Tom was doing to you. All you could say was a repetitive line of ‘fuck me’ over and over until Tom let out a mighty groan, signaling that he was all the way inside of you.
You were so incredibly tight, as he fought against your body to stay situated within you. Already feeling the tension mounting within him, he refused to give in. You weren’t helping matters with your screamed expletives. Each one arousing him more and more. “Fuck…,” he hissed, slowly sliding out—which was absolutely excruciating for you both.
However, when he slammed back into you, your other hand came to rest on the headboard, gripping onto it for dear life. Hips arching into his—you were oblivious to everything else the world had to offer besides the glorious sensations below your waist. Tom could feel you relaxing around him, creating just enough relief to form a rhythm in his thrusts. As soon as he began his carnal melody, your hands released the headboard and found sanctuary around his neck.
He could read your mind, leaning back and lifting you with him until you sat nestled atop his lap, bouncing. Not only were you in sync but when he realized his eyes had been closed, he opened them to be greeted with the inviting sight of your ample breasts heaving up and down. “That’s a good girl. Come on, baby,” he soothed, noting the sweat that stuck your bodies together. “You’re so good at riding Da—”
“Holy fuck—,” you interrupted him, but maintained your motions. “--- if you say Daddy right now, I’m going to cum so hard, but also have to address every past relationship and kink I’ve ever had, so—shit, shit, shit….” you begged, having enough sense left about you that you couldn’t go there quite yet. Yet.
His deep laughter and kiss along your collarbone was his only response, feeling you pulsate against him. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him not to give into that sweet release, so he was relieved to feel you go rigid, gripping onto him as tightly as you could in all regards.
Your cries also played their part as he thrusted up into you, eyes opened to take in everything about you. You were magnificent. The love of his life… You owned him from here on out. And as he felt your body go limp at the end of your climax, by some act of divine intervention—he had enough sense to lift you up and off of him. When you were situated back on his lap, Tom allowed that rolling climax to take control, pressing his forehead against your bare breast as it wreaked havoc over his body. Both of you actively being covered in his juices which luckily would not get you pregnant this time.
After allowing your heart rates to come down and a good wash-up (which could have been done faster had you both not taken advantage of the spacious shower and another orgasm apiece), you laid in bed—wrapped in each others’ arms.
“I’ve learned so much about you this evening, darling,” Tom teased, planting a lazy kiss on your forehead.
A content hum, adjusting your bare leg draped over his. “I don’t know, baby. Sounds to me like someone here has a ‘Daddy’ kink—,” earning your bottom to get a light smack.
“How many children were in the Von Trapp family again? Six or seven?” poking fun at your mention of the family while in the backseat of the Uber, as you gave an equally lazy shove against his chest.
“Seven. I know that because I’m a good girl.”
“I think we have adequately determined that the things said during passion shall remain there. No life altering decisions when you aren’t wearing any underwear,” finding himself drifting off, perfectly at ease.
“So, proposing to you right now is out of the question?” you asked, however Tom was already asleep by the time you finished speaking and you weren’t long for this world either. It was a perfect day.