Truth or Dare. A Tom Hiddleston One Shot
Author: Ophelia Tagloff
Actor!Tom Smut
This is NSFW 18+
A/N: This is quite long, but I couldn't bring myself to chop it into two parts. It was giving me too many feels.
"I only ever have sex with people I don't find attractive," I told Tom, tossing back the rest of my beer.
"That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard," he replied, laughing genuinely.
Tom and I had met months ago at an opening night party for a play that we were both loosely connected to. He had gone to RADA with the lead actor. The playwright had been in my first writing group. We had begun chatting over Grey Goose and bonded as soon as we had spied the spread of sweet treats together, then spent the evening sampling all of them until we couldn't eat another bite, teasing one another. Just try one more. Don't be a pussy. Come on!
The next morning he had called me to join him at a local bakery for The Best Napoleons You've Ever Tasted. Tom always spoke in capitals when he talked about pastries. We met for coffee that day and had been friends since.
He sat sprawled out on my sofa, legs and arms taking up more than his half as usual. I had just said goodbye to my last dinner party guest. Tom had stayed to help me tidy up and we had fallen into our usual easy conversation.
"You want another beer?" I asked him, getting up. He was on his third.
"Damn right."
"Alright. They're in the kitchen," I winked at him. "Grab one for me, too. I'm going to get out of this dress."
"But, I'm your guest." he whined.
"No, you're my beer boy." I said over my shoulder on the way to my bedroom, "Now get me a beer, boy."
I closed the door and slipped off the dress, opting to put on some soft shorts, a white cotton camisole and red cardigan. I brushed out my hair and returned to the living room.
Tom was back on the sofa, a beer in each hand. I leaned over him and plucked the bottle unceremoniously from his fist and curled up on the opposite end of the couch. Tom was staring straight ahead.
"Beer's hitting you pretty hard, Tommy?" I teased.
"No, I just realized something."
I took a good sized swig, "Hmmmm?"
"Am I attractive?"
This guy, always fishing for compliments. "Tom. You've got mirrors in your flat. You know you are."
"Dammit. We're never going to have sex, are we?"
I chuckled at him. "Nope, and that's not even the only reason."
"What's the other reason?"
"I actually like you, Tom. I don't have sex with people I like, either."
"Wow," he said, taking a long draught of his beer, "you're really fucked up, you know that?"
"Yes, I'm aware."
He pointed at me with the hand holding the bottle. "You, my dear, are afraid to be happy."
"Fuck off, Hiddleston."
"I'm just saying..." he showed me his palms in defense.
"Change the subject. Now." I said.
Tom leaned his head back on the sofa and sighed.
"Bored, Tom?"
"Yes, let's do something fun," he said.
"Like what?"
"Well, since you're not going to fuck me. Ever," he made a dramatic sad face, trying to force tears.
"Oh, knock it the fuck off." I kicked at his thigh.
"Let's play a game," he smiled.
"Poker?" I suggested.
"No."
"Monopoly?"
"No. I can't beat you."
"That's because I am superior at..."
Tom waved his hand to hush me then his eyes lit up.
"Truth or Dare."
"Really? What are you, twelve?" I quipped sarcastically.
"Scared?"
"Terrified." I replied.
"Good." he grinned.
He put his arm on the back of the sofa, and shifted his body toward mine. "Ladies first," he said, setting his beer on the side table.
"Truth or Dare, Tom."
"Dare."
I thought for a few moments and then smiled. "Do an impression of me."
Tom took less than a minute to scan my body language and then copy it as best as he could considering the considerable distance in our heights. He parted his lips and tilted his chin like mine, and making his voice higher and more quiet said, "You're my beer boy. Get me a beer, boy."
I clapped and laughed.
He continued, "I only have sex with ugly people I don't like. I'm really fucked up like that."
I walloped him in the stomach with a throw pillow.
"Oh shut up, jerk. That's enough," I said.
"I actually thought it was pretty spot on," he laughed.
"Your turn, you pain in the ass."
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Why the fucked up rules about who you'll have sex with? I'm curious."
"Tom, I said to drop it," I warned.
"You have to answer. It's the rules," he raised his eyebrow and stared me down.
"Ugh. Okay. I guess it's always safer to be the one in the relationship that is settling." I looked down at my beer, "If there's someone very attractive physically or otherwise, I won't try a relationship with them. I'm not pretty enough for anyone really good looking, and if I really like someone's personality, I could fall in love with them, and that's a one way ticket to pain."
"That's really sad," Tom replied. He looked like he meant it.
"Yep, I know. It sucks that that's the way it is."
"No. I mean, it's sad that you view things that way."
"It's alright, really. I know my strengths. I am good at friendship and I am good at sex. As long as they stay separate, I'm golden." I smiled. "Okay, my turn."
Tom smiled.
"Truth or dare," I said.
"Dare."
"Do twenty-five push ups."
"Is that all?' he smiled.
He dropped to the floor and effortlessly rose and fell, counting the push ups as he went.
Holy fuck, that's hot.
He hopped back up to the sofa and raised his eyebrow. "How'd I do?"
"I guess that counts, you cocky bastard," I said.
He laughed heartily.
"OK, Truth or Dare. Pick Dare. I have a good one."
"You can't tell me what to pick."
"If I don't you'll just keep picking truth the entire time."
Damn it, he does know me well.
"OK. Dare."
"Take off your cardigan."
"Tom, what I'm wearing under it isn't much of a shirt."
He wiggled his eyebrows and smiled. "Oh. I know."
"Pig," I retorted and setting my beer down, shrugged the sweater off, tossing it on the coffee table. I willed myself not to cross my arms over my breasts. If I acted embarrassed, he would never let me hear the end of it.
The camisole was tight and cotton. Although I was wearing a bra with it, the material was thin and my nipples were straining against the fabric.
"I hope you're happy. Now I'm freezing."
Tom's eyes rested on my erect nipples, his attention caused them to pebble even further.
"Yes," he said, "I can see that."
I stuck my tongue out at him.
He tore his gaze away from my chest to my face., "Your turn."
"I can't think of anything else to ask."
"Alright. I'll go again. Truth or Dare."
Into the abyss, I guess.
"Dare."
"Sit on my lap."
"Tom..."
"You have to do it. It's the.."
I harrumphed and climbed over him, opting to straddle his thighs instead of sitting with my bum on his lap. This way I can kneel instead of sit, I thought.
Tom raked his gaze down my body, his brow furrowing and his jaw tightening.
He cleared his throat. "You're not sitting. You're straddling me."
I lowered myself onto his thighs, my ass on his taut legs. My thighs were spread over his, and these shorts were on the short side. I watched his eyes drift down to my clothed sex.
"Eyes up here, buddy." I said.
He smiled and reluctantly brought his eyes up to meet mine.
"Have you thought of anything to ask?"
"Not yet. You want to play something else?"
"Absolutely not. I'm having a great time. Truth or dare."
"Truth."
"How do you feel right now?" he asked.
Aroused. Confused. Worried that I have a visible wet spot on my shorts.
"Uncomfortable," I said.
"Why?'"
"That's two questions."
"Alright. Fair enough, Truth or Dare."
"Dare," I said, trying to avoid that awkward conversation.
Tom smiled. "You have to be completely silent for the next ninety seconds. No matter what I do, OK?
"Tom.."
"You need to learn to play by the rules. Otherwise the game isn't fair. Now hush."
I chewed on my lip and put my arms at my side.
Tom smiled and his gazed dropped to my thighs. With the slightest pressure of his fingertips, he traced the outside of my legs. He spread his palms over my upper thighs and kneaded them gently, his thumbs brushing up against my pussy, causing me to inhale sharply and suddenly. Tom watched my face intently, his mouth slightly open, his tongue tracing his top teeth. He brought his hands down to my knees, and drew circles on them with his fingers, then slid his hands up the front of my thighs again, repeating the sweet torture. I could feel moisture gathering in my core. My eyelids flickered.
"I've never known you to be so quiet, darling," he whispered.
I cleared my throat and gave him an exaggerated eye roll, "Well, it's the rules."
"Truth or ..." he began.
"My turn," I interrupted, "truth or dare?"
He waggled his eyebrows at me, "Dare."
"Move your hand off my legs."
"Fine," he replied, crossing his hands over his lap. I glanced down. His erection was undeniable and huge. My jaw went slack and I looked up at his face.
Tom bit back a grin as he saw me shift uncomfortably.
"Truth or dare," his voice was an octave lower now, softer too.
There was no safe answer. I swallowed. "Truth."
"Why don't you like me?"
"I like you fine, Tom," I answered abruptly.
"I mean.."
"That's two questions again. Now who's not playing fair?"
Tom wouldn't stop looking at me. No, watching me. His eyes darted from my face down my body, taking in every subtle movement. I suddenly felt very warm. I ran my hand over the side of my neck to my chest nervously, my finger sliding under the strap of my cami. I couldn't meet his gaze. I felt bare to him. I hugged myself with one arm and felt him shift underneath me.
He exhaled audibly.
Time to finish this. This is the moment that will most likely ruin everything.
"Tom," I began, "Truth or dare."
"Truth," he whispered.
He knows what I am going to say. Here we go.
"Why are you doing this? If it's that you're horny, we can just have sex and.." I began, resigned.
He cut me off, "You don't value yourself very much, do you?"
"You know what, Tom? Fuck you," I moved to get up. I'd had it with his stupid game and his ridiculous teasing.
His hands moved quickly to grip my thighs, holding me to him. His words began tumbling out, "Wait. The truth is, I'm doing this because I've wanted to for months now. Ever since that first night, as a matter of fact. You were wearing a blue dress. You looked ravishing. You kept sliding your finger along the edge of your glass. When you took that first bite of chocolate tart you got a bit at the corner of your mouth. You swiped it with your thumb and fucking sucked it off. I think about doing this every time I lay eyes on you, and every night when you're not in my bed. Especially at night when you're not in my bed. Fuck, yes, I am desperately horny right now. Christ. You're on my fucking lap and your breasts are in my face and I can smell how wet you are. It's impossible for me not to want to fuck you. You're breathtaking."
Tom's eyes were feral, his hands still tight on my thighs, preventing me from moving.
"This isn't funny, Tom." I said, my eyes moist.
"I'm not trying to be funny." He sat up straighter, his gaze locked onto my lips.
"You're drunk," I whispered.
"I'm not," he mouthed, barely audible. His nose brushed up against mine, teasing. I closed my eyes. One of his hands had made its way to the small of my back pushing me closer. "I know you have your 'rules'. Make an exception for me." His lips moved against the corner of my mouth.
"I can't," I pleaded.
"Try, love. Please." he ghosted his lips across mine.
I gasped lightly and he pressed his warm mouth against mine. The kiss was a question. His lips lingered over mine, both of us with eyes closed, taking a moment to process what was happening.
When we parted, I spoke first, "Yes, Tom. I want this. Fuck me. It doesn't have to mean anything."
He arched his hips against my sex and slid his hand up my back. He grabbed a handful of hair and tilted my face to his. I couldn't escape looking directly into his eyes.
"No," he growled.
"No?" I breathed.
"We are going to fuck tonight and it is going to mean everything."
He claimed my mouth completely, his lips at first soft and insistent. He felt the moment I submitted, offering my open jaw to him. Groaning he twined both large hands in my hair, trapping me against his heated kiss. Tom was a skilled kisser, teasing and drawing me into him, then playfully tugging at my lower lip. His tongue slid against mine. I grunted softly and brought my hands up to caress his neck. Something inside Tom snapped.
His hands were suddenly everywhere, pressing me to him, pulling the straps of my top off my shoulders. His tongue began to thrust in my mouth in an obscene promise. He moved to my collarbone, grazing it with his teeth.
"Fuck, woman. I have been starving for you," he muttered against my skin. He traced a pointed tongue up the pulsing vein my my neck, ending at my ear where he captured the soft lobe between his teeth. Large hands cupped my ass as he rocked his hips against my cunt.
"Jesus, Tom!" I cried.
"Too much?" he asked, his mouth at the juncture where my neck and shoulder met.
"No. I just … fuck."
Tom palmed a breast over my top, his other hand roaming between my thighs. His fingers ventured up my inner thigh, finding my soft bare lips. The instant he felt me naked under my shorts, he froze and looked at my face.
"Oh, fuck." he said slowly, "you're not... oh fuck. This whole time?"
"The panties I had on under the dress were uncomfortable," I tried to explain. It sounded pathetic even to my own ears.
His fingers traced the curves outside of my pussy agonizingly soft, not probing deeper yet. He raised an eyebrow in an almost pained expression.
"So you remove your knickers, and wear these tiny shorts for what reason? To torture me?"
"I didn't think you ..." I couldn't finish. Tom had slipped his long fingers between my labia, exploring my folds, leaning me. He ran his fingertips on either side of my slit, then a flat finger over the entrance. His fingers made a "v" around my clit, causing me to grind against his hand, silently begging for more direct friction.
He leaned into me to kiss the swells of my breasts. He caught the flesh between his lips and sucked hard, finishing with a small bite. When Tom lifted his head he licked the small purple mark he'd left. My body jumped, completely overwhelmed by all the sensation, yet screaming for more.
"Tom. You gave me a hickey. That's classy."
His face was buried in my cleavage. "Fuck classy. Take off your top."
I lifted the cami over my head, Tom's fingers still slowly teasing my pussy.
"You are so fucking wet. You have my entire hand dripping," he watched my breasts nearly bouncing out of the confines of the cups as I rode his hand. His glare was intense. He chewed on his bottom lip."The bra has to come off too."
"Are you always this bossy when you're fucking, Tom?"
"Are you always this sarcastic? Take of your fucking bra and stop teasing me, Minx." He cocked his jaw and flicked my clit to drive his point home. I bucked into his hand, reaching between my tits to unfasten my bra, then worked it off my shoulders.
"Fucking gorgeous," he muttered, then took a nipple into his mouth, suckling. I fisted my hands in his hair, and tilted his face up to mine for another kiss.
"Now it's time for you to stop teasing me, Thomas. I need you to make me come."
"Fuck. Say that again."
"Tom, make me come."
His gaze darkened and he immediately thrust two long fingers deep inside my cunt, curving them toward my navel. His thumb grazed my clit slowly back and forth, building tension.
"Like this, darling?" he said through clenched teeth.
"Yes. Oh fuck, yes"
I was riding his hand roughly, moaning nonsense, the wet sounds of his hand fucking me filling the room.
Tom crossed his fingers inside me, filling me further. His thumb began to press downward at the base of my clit.
"Oh. God, Tom. I'm going to come."
He grasped a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, "Come, then. Come..."
Tom's mouth went to my neck, kissing, sucking, devouring me. He bit down hard on the fleshy part of my shoulder.
It was enough to send me spiraling into my orgasm. My legs tightened on Tom's thighs, my mouth was slack. No sound at all came out of my mouth as I peaked, eyes pressed shut. I squeezed his fingers tightly, pulsing clear liquid all over his hand, wetting the entire thing up to his wrist.
Tom brought his forehead to meet mine, my breath was still choppy.
"That was beautiful," he breathed, "I would watch you like that all day."
"Sounds exhausting," I laughed shakily.
He chuckled softly and we shared a kiss. I slid closer to him, running my hands under his shirt.
"Isn't there something you need now, Tom?" I pressed my damp pussy onto his erection.
"Yes, I've needed it for quite some time."
He raised his arms as I lifted his shirt over his head. I marveled at his body. I had always found him attractive, but I felt like I had never seen him before this moment. Hair mussed, pupils dilated, a mask of pure lust on his face. He was beautiful, raw, and unbearably sexy.
I took the same path that he did, moving from jaw to neck, licking and nibbling, then surprising him by sucking hard and the joining of his trim neck and sculpted shoulder.
"Fuck!" he groaned, bucking his hips into me.
"I thought you'd like to have matching ones," I teased, then licked my way up to his ear, dipping my pink tongue in, "See? Now I've marked you."
Tom's hands were at my hips, holding me tight against him.
I rocked against his cock, slowly, feeling his hands clench tightly on my flesh.
My hands trailed down his torso, opening his jeans, raising myself so I could work them over his hips. Tom kicked off his shoes and socks, and I pulled his jeans off.
Something had shifted. I stood up in front of him, wearing only those damp shorts. My lips felt swollen and sore. The marks Tom left bright on my skin. My hair was tied in whorish knots. But, I couldn't place the look he was giving me.
"You alright handsome?" I asked, "Having second thoughts?"
"Never," he swallowed, "come here."
He pulled me to stand in front of him and slid the short over my hips. "You are so fucking beautiful."
I shifted uncomfortably. "Tom?"
He was running his hands over my curves, his eyes greedily taking in every inch. "Yes?"
"Fuck me."
He smiled. "On your back. On the floor. Now."
I complied immediately, pulling him on top of me.
Tom ran his hand up my side, ending at my breast. He cradled it, thrumming his thumb across the nipple. I wiggled impatiently underneath him.
"There is a part of me that wants to really savor this. This moment that I've fantasized about so often," he began, "There is also a huge part of me that wants to take you hard and fast right fucking now."
I giggled, "Yes. I think I know what that part is. It hard, huge and it's poking me in the hip."
Tom laughed, and raised himself on top of me, supporting himself on his forearms. His eyes searched mine as I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my entrance. He slid into me with an excruciating slowness, causing me to let out a low moan and him to arch his neck.
"Fuck, Tom," I breathed, "are you kidding me with that thing?"
Tom stilled, fully seated inside me, he ran his thumb across my bottom lip "No jokes. No sarcasm. No walls up. Not right now, darling."
He placed a kiss at the corner of my mouth and looked deeply into my eyes. I could feel my vision clouding. I pulled him in for a deep kiss, determined not to cry while this man was inside me.
I lifted my hips against his and grabbed his ass to spur him on.
Tom began to move slowly at first, rolling to meet my thrusts.
I bucked against him, "Harder, Tom. Please."
His nostrils flared and a vein began to pulse in his temple.
"Why are you holding back, Tom?" I cried, "Fuck me."
He gripped my ass roughly with one hand, angling me into him. He pounded into me, losing all control.
"Yes, Tom, I'm so close. Hit me hard. Hit me right there."
He increased his pace with a growl and I unraveled, my pussy clasping his cock tightly. Tom roared, throwing his head back, a string of expletives mixed with my name on his lips like a prayer.
It wasn't until minutes later, as we rested in a mass of sweaty tangled limbs that I knew that Tom was right. This, whatever it was, had meant everything. How that would change things for us remained to be seen.