Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: Language and implications of sex. Otherwise it’s just pure, fun fluff.
Word Count: 1,364
Summary: Tom asks you a few Marvel questions, which leads to an interesting revelation about his coworkers.
A/N: Soft!Tom destroys me in this piece. I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. ;) Also please don’t come @ me for the thoughts on Hulk/Banner. It’s all in good fun. As usual, gif isn’t mine!
Though it had been a few hours, the smell of sex still lingered in the warm air of your bedroom. Tom lay shirtless on his back, book in hand, while you sat next to him - one leg bent underneath you, the other sprawled across his stomach, hunched over your phone. Tom’s free hand rested on your thigh, absentmindedly rubbing your soft skin in circles. You were lounging in panties and one of Tom’s old shirts, just the way he liked you to be. Spotify’s Relax playlist played softly on your Amazon Echo, filling the comfortable silence.
“Babe?” You ask, as your thumb swipes up your Instagram feed lazily.
“Hmm?” He replied, eyes never leaving his book as he turned the page.
“If you couldn’t play Loki, who would you want to be?” You double tapped a picture of Seb in sunglasses.