#tom hardy reader

[smuttyfantasyrecs]

Tom Hardy

🦋 anal 🦋 degrading 🦋 meeting the parents 🦋 praise 🦋 tattoo 🦋 virgin 🦋 personal assistant 🦋 ass man 🦋 calming 🦋 motorcycles 🦋 use me 🦋 I can't wait for you to break 🦋 friends to lovers 🦋 shy 🦋 bratty 🦋 innocence 🦋 pregnant 🦋 I want you 🦋 innocence 🦋 party girl 🦋 breeding 🦋 mirror 🦋 innocent 🦋 early riser 🦋 naughty girl 🦋 24/7 🦋 nipple piercings 🦋 miles and miles 🦋 jealousy 🦋 bath 🦋 i'm gonna take care of you 🦋 boob guy 🦋 bath time 🦋

@buckyownsmylife

🦋 undress me 🦋

@simplystevies

[buckyownsmylife]

hi ! i didn’t realised how much i missed reading your headcannons until i read bff!tom . and I LOVE IT . i know you have afew bff!tom already but pls i beg for more like maybe the reader just gets really jealous and upset cause she thinks tom has a girlfriend that he’s been seeing recently and just thinks “ oh i completely missed my chance again “ and then tom notices and confronts her about it and she accidentally blurb out the truth 😩😮‍💨😮‍💨 i honestly appreciate anything you write cause they’re just all so good

Thank you so much, that's so sweet of you to say! I liked your idea, let me see what I can make of it...

“Why are you avoiding me?”

You didn’t know what to say or where to hide

Once Tom got in one of those moods, all bets were off

But you had your reasons to pull away from him

Namely the pictures that had been circulating in the web of him and a rising young actress

You had thought the kiss you two had shared one night, a few weeks ago, had meant something

At least to you, it did

But seeing those pictures was like a punch to the gut

And so you decided to stay away from him

Thing is, he didn’t agree with your decision

“Tell me,” he insisted, while you fought tears from escaping

How could he not know that this was killing you?

“You’re gonna tell me right now, Y/N, or I swear to God!”

“Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?” You yelled, surprising even yourself

“Shouldn’t you... Shouldn’t you be worried about her, instead?”

For a second, Tom stayed there, confused

And then he remembered

“Oh, baby...” He managed to get close enough to you to capture you in his arms

“That was a publicity stunt. I barely know the girl and besides, I’ve been in love with someone else for much longer.”

Although you already had an idea about who he was referring to, you couldn’t help but ask, “Who?”

“You, crazy lady.”

He pulled you into his arms, and kissed your forehead while smiling ear to ear.

You knew you were smiling just as wide, so that’s why you taunted him

“Why don’t you kiss me then?”

That’s when he took you in his arms, kissing the heck out of you

You were left dizzy from the lack of breathing, but happy

“You’re the only one I want,” he reassured you, putting any remaining doubt to sleep - forever

[jediwizardelf]

Imagine Tom buying you a puppy as a present on your birthday

[buckyownsmylife]

Tom Hardy waking up by your side would be like...

A/N:This is sort of a follow up to Take me, thanks to a suggestion made by @jamesbuchananbarnesslut​.

Tom’s P.O.V.

The soft but startling feeling of sunlight on my face woke me up from a deep slumber. I did not remember falling asleep, but considering the night’s activities, that wasn’t all that surprising.

I could still barely believe what had happened. After years of dreaming about it, I finally had my best friend naked in bed, writhing with pleasure underneath me. It was everything I’d always hoped for, and the fact that she’d allowed me to enact every single one of my wildest fantasies only made me grow harder as I realized morning woods had a completely different meaning when I knew she was right next to me.

Except…

I couldn’t turn around to check on her, and when I opened my eyes, I realized it was because all of my limbs had been expertly tied with what looked like my shirts, to each and every corner of my bed.

The immediate panic had me surging against the binds, but just as I tried to move, my body was pulled back against the mattress again. I was about to start screaming for Y/N when the door of my room was opened and in she came, glancing at me like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“What is this?” I asked, trying to sound angry but obviously just coming across as amused, which was my actual emotion. She simply giggled, slowly climbing onto the bed and walking on her hands and knees towards my body, wearing nothing but my shirt.

The sight had me licking my lips as I watched the way the sunlight danced over her skin. God, I wanted to lick it all over again.

“Untie me,” I urged, eyes still focused on the space between her legs that the edge of the shirt kept hidden from me. “I’m still not done with you, darling.”

The smirk she gave me was chill-inducing, but in the best possible way. I could already feel my toes curling from the warmth of her thighs as she climbed further up, until she was hovering just over my head.

“You’ve had your fun yesterday, Tommy,” she whispered, caressing my jaw with soft hands. “Now it’s my turn.” I was about to point out that she seemed to have had the time of her life yesterday, but before I could, her lips were on mine, controlling the kiss and taking my breath away.

“And I won’t let you leave until I’ve had my fill.” I expected her to lower her perfect little pussy on my face after such a warning, but instead, she made me look her in the eye, still cradling my face, as she asked, “Do you trust me?”

It was the same question I’d asked her the night before, when I refused to even touch her until I heard the confirmation fall from her lips. The reminder made me smile, and there was no doubt in my mind as to what my answer would be.

“Blindly.”

She captured my lips with hers once more, sealing my heavenly fate. I couldn’t wait to be but an instrument for her pleasure.

And she started by riding my face.

The sweetness I’d grown accustomed to the night before was still as overwhelmingly delicious. Despite the uncomfortable feeling of being stuck to one specific position, I settled down to enjoy the taste and the view of her tits bouncing freely underneath the shirt she wore, making my cock twitch in need.

I still hadn’t had the pleasure of feeling her tight cunt embrace me, but the longer I spent with her nude body, the more desperate I became.

However, that experience we shared after a couple of beers hadn’t been about me. It was about showing her the pleasure that she deserved, the pleasure I could give to her, should she allow me to.

Thankfully, it seemed like my goal had been achieved, and she was now willing to give a relationship with me a try. Or at least, I hoped this was what she was saying with the rhythmic way she kept rubbing her cunt against my face, slathering her wetness all over my chin. And I was here for the road.

She had tempted me for so long. But now, she was finally mine. I wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let her pretend this was strictly sexual when I had so many feelings for the woman on top of me. She grabbed my hair to help her movements as they grew frantic, and we moaned in unison, me at the slight pain at my scalp and her as she rode down the orgasm she took from me.

[buckyownsmylife]

heyyy if ur still writing blurbs/headcanons for tom hardy, what about one where he like overstims the reader? for like ages until shes like crying. oh my 😳😳

Thank you so much for requesting this, I'd forgotten how much I love writing headcanons!

"What's up?"

You were so fucking sexually frustrated that all you could do was send Tom A Look, telling him not to piss you off right now

He offered you a beer - a peace offering - and only after you took the bottle from his hand, allowed himself to fall by your side on the couch

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck's going on?"

Sighing, you bit your tongue so you wouldn't use your best friend as a scapegoat for something that had absolutely nothing to do with him

"It's nothing important."

He let the silence simmer for a little bit before pressing, "It doesn't seem like it's not important. You've been... tense for weeks now."

You knew he was trying his best not to offend you

Truth was, you were being a bitch

"Sorry."

You took a sip of your beer to gather your courage.

Even if Tom and you were close, talking about sex with him felt weird.

"I've been... needy lately."

Another silence followed. Tom seemed to be weighing his words.

"Weren't you seeing that guy? The one with the weird hair? What was his name?"

You threw a pillow in his direction without even looking.

"Shut up, he's not weird."

But when you didn't add anything else to his defence, Tom was quick to jump to assumptions.

"You guys still haven't had sex?"

You grumbled a response but even you weren't too sure what you were trying to say.

What's even worse: Tom understood it anyway

"Wait, he can't make you cum, can he?"

You turned to look him in the eyes, hoping he wouldn't actually make you say it

But he didn't need to hear it

And the look he sent you, you were sure was hot enough to make your panties melt

"Awn, poor baby..."

Your clit pulsed as he slid closer to you

"Don't worry, sweetheart... I'm gonna take care of you."

And suddenly, you were desperate for your best friend's touch

Needy as you were, however, nothing could have prepared you for Tom's attack

In the blink of an eye, his mouth was on yours, devouring you

And if felt as if you'd never been kissed before

He made you cum on his fingers and tongue before finally allowing you to have his dick

Once he was inside of you, his hands clutching your hips, pulling you back so you'd take every inch of his cock "inside that tight little cunt of yours..."

You were pretty sure he was making you insane

By the fifth consecutive orgasm he gave you, tears started rolling down your cheeks and you rested your face on the back of the couch, trying to catch your breath

But Tom was only getting started

He laced his fingers on your hair, using his grip to pull your head back so he could whisper in your ear, "Call me daddy."

And so you did.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy..."

"Oh, fuck..."

Apparently, that got to him.

"I thought he had managed to steal your heart... Well, since he didn't..."

"I'm making you my little bitch now. He's never getting you back."

I'd missed writing daddy kink with Tom! Thanks for giving me the perfect excuse to do so!

Read more of my Tom Hardy headcanons here!

[buckyownsmylife]

Sleepyhead - Tom Hardy smut

The one where you wake up together

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, I think that’s about it, this is pretty soft

A/N: This was requested a while ago. Special thanks to @thicccsimp​ for looking this over for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Do you want another beer?” Tom’s eyes followed mine to see that his bottle was, in fact, empty, but he just grinned before shaking his head and pulling me to his body. I went willingly, eager to relax against his familiar chest, always feeling so perfectly safe when he had his arms around me.

“Don’t need alcohol to feel inebriated when you’re around.” A giggle escaped me as I adjusted against his hard body, somewhat timid but mostly feeling that weird swarm of butterflies that seemed to only populate my belly when he was near.

It was getting harder and harder to control my feelings for him, but I didn’t see any other option than to keep pretending nothing was different than how they’d always been. What else could I do? Admit to my best friend, celebrity actor Tom Hardy, that I somehow had fallen in love with him?

Yeah, no. It was best to keep my pride and our friendship intact. So I settled in to watch a movie, just like we did every Friday when he was in town. It’d been a while since our last gathering, seeing as Tom had been away, filming in another country for the last four months.

It was an understatement to say that I missed him terribly. Thankfully, it seemed like the feeling was mutual.

“God, watching movies without you just isn’t the same.” I snorted, hiding my face in his chest so he wouldn’t see just how wide-eyed he could make me.

“We watched plenty of movies together through Skype, dumbass.”

“It still wasn’t the same,” he shook his head, eyes fixated on the TV in front of us, but fingers tangled in my hair. “It’s never the same when I can’t feel you near.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I resigned to letting him caress my arm as we watched the movie he had picked. It wasn’t something I was particularly interested in, but that wasn’t what movie night was about, at least not for me anyways. It was only an excuse to spend more time with him, relish in his presence.

However, I had to admit that whatever it was that he had picked, it was interesting enough to get me sucked into it. The hours passed by without either of us even realizing, by the time the credits rolled, we were both startled by the crack of loud thunder suddenly resonating through the house.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed at the same time he commented, “What a downpour!” We just stood there, listening to what seemed like a true hailstorm until we were both reawakened from our silent stupor by yet another crack of thunder.

“It’s so late!” My eyes had immediately fallen over the clock, checking it as my mind raced. There was just no way I’d let him leave this house, not under these conditions. “I think you’ll have to stay over, Tom. There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep knowing I kicked you out of here during such a bad storm.”

He laughed to himself at my worry, awakening a warm, comfortable feeling inside my chest. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. I don’t mind sleeping on your couch tonight, I really am tired.”

Immediately, my head was shaking from one side to the other, the idea of him sleeping in the hard, leather sofa was just unacceptable to me. “Absolutely not! The couch is far too uncomfortable. C’mon, you can sleep in bed with me.”

Of course, the thought that it might be weird to suggest such a thing wasn’t too far from my mind, but there weren’t any other options and I knew the best way to get him to accept this easily was to act as if it was no big deal. And in a way, it truly wasn’t.

I wasn’t weirded about the idea of sleeping by his side. If anything, I was nervous about the prospect of sharing a bad with him, mostly because it couldn’t be easy on my infatuated heart, but I didn’t feel anxious about it.

If I felt something this strong for him, it’s because I liked him. And if I liked him, I obviously trusted him. So we settled in for a night together, I found a new toothbrush he could use and he stripped down to his boxers to get more comfortable before climbing into bed with me.

I sighed once his weight dipped the bed and he settled by my side, feeling weirdly relaxed knowing my best friend was right next to me as I fell asleep. It’s not like I hadn’t dreamed about this before. Even if the circumstances were tamer than I wanted them to be, this was still nice.

“Goodnight, Tom.”

“Goodnight, love.”

The next thing I remember thinking is that I felt overwhelmingly hot, but in the best of ways. Like that time I was at the beach during summer, only in this dream I’m completely naked and bathing in the warm water of the sea as the moonlight dances over my skin, the waves almost soothing in how they break gently against my body.

“You awake, kitten?” The words uttered against my neck finally dragged me away from my paradisaic dream, Tom’s warm breath caressing the side of my throat and eliciting shivers from my body. This was the warmth I’d been feeling, I suddenly realized. It was all him.

It was his arms wrapped around my body, his mouth on my exposed shoulder, pressing soft kisses against it as his hand explored my stomach. My night shirt had rolled up during sleep, I realized now, but instead of feeling cold, his presence over me didn’t allow me to feel anything other than this warm, comfortable safety that he provided, as I melted against his hard torso.

“I like being this close to you,” he whispered into the quiet of the night, and my heartbeat suddenly sped up, the reality of the moment weighing over me. “You’re so soft.”

I didn’t know what to say. We’d never been this close before, he’d never touched me like this. I didn’t know how to react. All I knew was that every inch of my body felt electrified under his touches and caresses, and I wanted more. I wanted so much more.

“You smell so sweet,” he croaked by my ear, nose nuzzling right underneath it, inhaling my scent in. It made me shiver, especially since I could feel a particular hardness pressing against my ass, prompting me to start grinding back against it.

The mood had changed, it was obvious to the both of us, even if we didn’t acknowledged it out loud. His hand slowly made its way lower and lower, until it snaked under the band of my sleeping shorts and underwear, finding my most intimate place, hot and ready for him.

“Oh.” The exclamation drawled, sleep not yet completely gone from either of our bodies. “You’re so wet.” And I really, really was. It was almost embarrassing, how aroused I already was and how easily he managed to get me to reach my high once he started fucking me with his fingers.

Meanwhile, his lips kept worshiping every inch of skin he managed to find, from licking to kissing to sucking to just softly running them over me, it was like he couldn’t help himself.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he mumbled once he’d sucked a final bruise on my throat. “Cum all over my fingers.” That was all it took for me to start clenching around his digits. He didn’t let up, slowly milking my orgasm as he groaned against my shoulder.

“Fuck, love… I need you.” And all I could do was agree. “Will you let me fuck you?” He didn’t really need to ask, but I nodded anyway, rubbing my ass against his cock even more enthusiastically, causing his fingers still inside of me to drag along my inner walls.

“Talk to me, kitten,” he breathed out against my neck, squeezing my hip with his other hand. “Say it.” My breath was coming out in short pants by now, I was desperate for him to do something, anything. “Say that you want it.”

“I do,” I confessed, now fully grinding against his crotch, hands bunching up the bedsheets in desperation. “I do, I do… Fuck me, Tom. Please.”

He managed to get rid of his boxers and fuse us together in mere seconds. Even with all of my wetness, it was still a tight fit, and he stretched me out in ways I never knew I could be.

I couldn’t speak as he slowly started to pull out and push in again, but I didn’t mind. It provided me with the perfect opportunity to hear his little breathless comments, his groans of, “Oh, fuck…” and “Oh, yeah…”

His hand nearly covered the entirety of my hip as it pressed me back against him, his moan resonating across the room as he panted, “Just like that.”

My mind was swirling from the overwhelming pleasure, from knowing that this was truly happening, that he was here, inside of me. Even if I dreamed about it countless times, I never expected it would actually happen someday.

It was like he had the instruction guide to my body, he knew every little thing that made me tick, instantly and instinctively. I was so high on him, I didn’t question it. All I knew was that I wanted to keep climbing that mountain of desire, higher and higher, until I reached its peak.

I felt him brush my hair out of the way so he could kiss my neck, his beard tickling the sensitive skin there as I panted. And then he said it. “God, I am so in love with you.” I would have frozen on his hands if it wasn’t for the fact that one had found my clit, rubbing tiny little circles to get my cunt to accept him more hungrily, making me preen.

“Fuck… so good… so… so good.” His little words of praise only added to the fire of my belly, making me feel intoxicated. My pussy clenched around his cock, making him growl, and suddenly, he was grabbing my neck and thrusting into me with a power that I wasn’t expecting.

“You’re so good for me, aren’t you, kitten?” The lick on the shell of my earlobe had me shivering, gasping sounds that resembled a ‘yes’,  a ‘hell, yes’, a ‘oh, god, please, yes.’

“Yes…” He also repeated, seemingly as affected by me as I was by him. “This is how it should be. You and me, just like this. Forever.” The word sounded so foreign to my ears, so magical, I couldn’t help but to moan it, “Forever…” Tom hummed against my neck, a satisfied little sound that went straight to my lower belly.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Forever. I’m gonna make you feel good forever. Now say it again.” And just as the words escaped my lips in a breathy whimper, my body convulsed under his ministrations, my high finding me much quicker that I ever thought possible.

When I came to my senses, Tom was panting over my ear and a warm liquid was seeping from where his cock still filled me, but instead of feeling dirty, all I felt was full - in the most comfortable, relaxing way I’d ever been.

“Go back to sleep, love…” He instructed me with a soft, raspy voice. “I want to kiss you awake tomorrow.”

[buckyownsmylife]

Nothing But Trouble - Tom Hardy smut

The one where Tom's your boyfriend's best friend, but he wants his spot.

Warnings: smut, infidelity (reader cheats on OC boyfriend with Tom), flirty!Tom, insecure!reader, deprived!reader, possessiveness, light choking, brief fingering, kinda mean!Tom, p in v, brief anal play, talk of anal, talk of cuckoldery, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: this was requested a while ago! Thank you to @mscalliewrites for giving this a read for me! You are the absolute sweetest!

“Is he asleep?” I raised a hand to my chest, startled by Tom’s voice when I closed the balcony door behind me. I had decided to step outside and breathe some of the cold, mountain air, but I hadn’t anticipated that the owner of the house would still be awake, and doing the exact same thing that I had planned.

I don’t know why I was surprised though. He’d always been a night owl, that much I could tell from the time I’d known him - ever since I started to date his friend, Curtis.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, chuckling at my own silliness. “You know how he is. Couple of beers and then he’s down.” He hummed, raising a bottle to his lips while I pondered over what to do. It would be weird if I didn’t sit with him at least for a little bit, right?

Besides, everyone knew Tom was all talk.

Night had fallen and so it was colder here in the woods, and we were the only two still awake from the group of friends he’d called to keep him company. I was deeply appreciative of Tom for having the idea of gathering his usual gang here instead of back home this week. I needed the change of air.

Things had been weird between my boyfriend and I, and I just didn’t know why. But the toughest thing to admit was how little I cared.

I just didn’t. There was no part of me clinging to what was left of my relationship. I knew it was only a matter of time before I ended things with Curtis, but for now, the comfort of being in something familiar was enough.

I needed to think about it, understand what I was missing by staying with someone I didn’t love. And maybe coming to this retreat and watching the stars would help me reach some sort of breakthrough that would provide me with enough confidence to do what was right.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look?”

And then there was Tom. Ever since we were introduced to each other, he made sure to leave his interest in me as explicit as possible, regardless of the fact that I was his best mate’s girlfriend. What started as an uncomfortable joke now became one of the main reasons for my self-esteem to sustain the lack of desire in my own relationship, and I just couldn’t deny how much I wanted him.

Still, I had a boyfriend.

“Oh, thanks. It’s a new dress,” I commented, running my hands over the cotton fabric that was keeping me warm. To my surprise though, Tom just chuckled, eyes trailing down my body with unmistakable lust on them.

“Yeah, the dress’s got nothing to do with it. In fact, I think you’d look even better without it.” I had nothing to say to that, so I just looked down on my lap, trying to avoid his eyes so he wouldn’t see just how much his words affected me.

I heard a sigh and the sofa shifted as he adjusted himself, moving closer to me until he was close enough to grab my jaw. He raised my head to look him in the eye again, and I was at a loss for words once more, for a completely different reason now.

“Alright, kitten.” He sighed, pulling me closer with an arm around my back while still holding my jaw until I was almost on his lap. “I know I talk a big game even though you’re literally in a relationship with one of my best friends, but I just don’t understand your inability to take a compliment. Wanna talk about it?”

Silence fell between us as I pondered over what to say. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It hadn’t been uncomfortable between us for a long time. It was… tense. Like a knot being pulled in different directions, getting tighter and tighter under the pressure until it suddenly snapped.

This would be easier if I wasn’t hypnotized by his eyes.

“It’s just… It’s weird, you know?” And he nodded understandingly, suddenly releasing my head and pulling back a bit, like he wanted to give me the space I didn’t need. “No, not between you and me,” I whispered, pulling his hand so he’d put it back on my face, surprising even myself by doing so. I guess I really was feeling deprived of any type of loving caresses.

“He’s just… I don’t get complimented or even cherished by the person who is supposed to be doing that, so when you do it, I don’t know how to react,” I managed to admit, eyes raising to his in an effort to assess what he could be thinking about it. There was a deep frown on his forehead, and he seemed to be waiting for me to add something to my confession, but when I didn’t, he didn’t hold back.

“I can’t believe that, for even one second.” It was barely over a whisper, and I found myself leaning in, not wanting to miss a word of what he was saying. His eyes darted from my lips to my eyes, eyebrows still furrowed as his thumbs brushed over my cheekbones.

“You are so beautiful. You deserve to be reminded of that all the time.” I knew my face had gotten warmer at his words - I had no doubt he could feel it. It was hard to accept the fact that my heart had spiraled out of control because of a man that wasn’t my boyfriend, but that was the truth.

“If you were mine, I’d shower you with compliments, presents, all the things you deserve to have in this life.” My breath hitched, even though I didn’t want it to. I didn’t want him to know how affected I was.

He’d just always been like this, ever since Curtis introduced me to him, Tom had flirted and teased, sometimes even outrageously so, but I had always written it off as a part of his personality. I figured he did this to every female around him, even if I never got to witness his charm being directed to anyone other than me.

“I don’t need any presents,” I tried to brush it off, chuckling a little even though my voice denounced how sad I actually was. There was no way Tom would let anyone feel down while he was around, though. His knuckles brushed against my jaw before he gently lifted my gaze so it would meet his again.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding at the fire I saw there. Weirdly, it ignited something inside of me too, like my essence wanted to match his mood, burn bright side by side of the most alive man I knew.

“Maybe so,” he entertained me, a shadow of a smirk on his handsome face. “But I’d need to see you in the stuff I gave you.” His hand dropped lower, enveloping my neck with his huge palm.

“You’d look so perfect with a nice collar,” he whispered, tilting my head to the side so he’d see more of the neck he was covering. “So everyone would know that you’re mine.”

Our eyes connected again, the possessiveness in his stealing all of my breath away. I was frozen, unsure of what to do or say. I could feel my cunt throbbing against my sopped underwear, reminding me of how undeniably aroused I got by the idea of being Tom’s in such a public way.

It’s not that my boyfriend was embarrassed of me or anything. It didn’t take too long after our first date for him to ask me to be his girlfriend and introduce me to his friends and family as such. It’s just that I had never been the object of such strong, desirous feelings before.

I was surprised by how much I liked it. It made me feel warm inside. Safe. Protected. And fuck if it didn’t make me hornier than I’d ever been before.

“Yeah, you’d look good with something right here,” he continued, almost to himself, pressing his fingers on the sides of my neck as I trembled on top of him.

“Awn, are you cold?” He mocked, leaning over to brush his lips on mine, making me feel his warmth in a way I never expected to be able to witness. “Would’ve never guessed that this would affect you so much.”

Glad to know I wasn’t the only one surprised. But what he did next truly shocked me, freezing me on his lap as I buried my fingers on his shoulders, trying to stand still as his digits disappeared under my underwear and easily located my most sensitive part.

“Would you look at that?” He mocked, gathering some of the juices that had been dripping from me and raising them between our faces. “Yeah, definitely wet.”

I stopped breathing as he wrapped his lips around those fingers, humming in delight at my taste. The second he popped them off, opening his eyes once more, I knew I’d met my undoing.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” And as he took my mouth in his, I was forced to recognize that he didn’t ask for permission. No, Tom Hardy just took me. Saw something he liked and put it over his lap, mouth moving slowly but with a purpose that had me in shambles on his hands.

“I can help you with that, you know?” He whispered in my ear, and I didn’t realize what he meant until my underwear was halfway down my legs already, watching him unzip his jeans and look at me while licking his lips in a way that just screamed the deepest hunger. “Do you want my help?”

He nodded almost patronizingly, hand wrapped over his thick member that had me throbbing with need, eyelids heavy as he stared at me, waiting for my response.

“Or would you rather I call Curtis?” Tom said my boyfriend’s name in such a mocking tone, it was almost like he wasn’t talking about someone he called a friend. “Did he get you that wet, sweetheart?”

Two firm hands reached out for me, placing me over his lap again. Apparently, Tom was done waiting for my answers because in one quick gesture, he lowered me on his member, penetrating me as I threw my head back and tried to hold on for dear life.

“Are you thinking about him right now, baby? Are you thinking about your boyfriend?” I bit my lip to stop a whimper from escaping me, the onslaught of sensations too much. Tom was much bigger than I was used to, stretching me in the most delicious burning I had ever felt, and the fact that he kept reminding me of how I shouldn’t be experiencing this right now, shouldn’t be here, sat on his dick, while my boyfriend waited for me upstairs, only added to my arousal.

“Do you want me to stop, kitten?” He whispered the last question in my ear, hands holding my waist tightly, keeping me still while I adjusted to his member. “Do you want me to leave you just like this?” And that’s when I realized it.

I had been trying my best to keep quiet, but the truth was that I couldn’t care less if Curtis found me. Nothing would stop me from riding this man until he came deep inside my cunt.

Throwing my arms around his neck, I made sure to grind myself against him as best as I could, signaling just how much I wanted to start moving. “N-no, I need it,” I implored, holding onto the lapels of his jacket, gluing our foreheads together. “I need you, please.”

A slap on my ass was my indication that I could begin my work, and as I started to undulate on top of him, I was reminded of just how much I loved to be on top, relish in the rough sex I hadn’t been able to experience since Curtis and I started dating. He was just so boring in bed, I had slowly started to lose the excitement of trying something new, of knowing I was able to make men lose control with just a swirl of my hips or a twirl of my tongue.

Tom was reminding me of that. The way he held me by the ass, throwing his head back as he yelled, “Oh, fuck yes! Just like that!” He slammed my hips back down, knees jerking behind me as he continued, “Yeah, you want me just as much as I want you, huh?”

“All those times I saw you with him and dreamed of bending you over a table, taking you right in front of your boyfriend, I bet you were thinking the same too.” Once again, the intensity of his desire for me was my undoing, as was the feeling of his finger slowly running from where he stretched me until he found my other hole.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he buried his thumb there, making me whine and gasp in surprise and arousal. “Such a tiny little hole.” The thumb was replaced by a single, long finger, making me cry out in blissful agony.

“Has he ever fucked you here, sweetheart?” At my shake of head, he continued, “Would you let me take you there? Make him watch as I fuck your ass?” It was all it took me to convulse over him, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

I felt his ropes of cum filling me up as he held me still to take them. Both of us out of breath, my forehead to his shoulder as his arms embraced me, but now that the euphoria was gone, anxiety was starting to settle in.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, but something inside of me was screaming to get the hell out of there. What would Tom Hardy want with me now that he’d had his fill?

I awkwardly tried to push myself away from him, getting on my knees to lift my body from his lap, but his fingers held me down. “Where do you think you’re going?” I was certain I looked like a deer caught on headlights, searching his eyes for any explanation whatsoever as to why I shouldn’t leave.

“You’re just gonna leave me like this?” He rubbed me against him once more, making sure I felt his now spent cock and the mixture of our releases on his navel. My eyes automatically rose up to the balconies on the second floor, my mind instinctively going to the sleeping boyfriend that waited for me upstairs.

Tom followed my line of sight and rolled his eyes, leaning over to brush his lips against mine. “He’s going to know, so you might as well come clean and come back to me.”

My heart thumped against my chest as I considered his words, considered that he truly wanted more of me. “Why?” I had to ask, much to his amusement, if the smile that slowly spread over his lips was anything to go by.

“Sweetheart, there’s no way you’ll be able to walk normally.” Looking down at myself, I considered the light burn between my legs.  “And I don’t want to sleep without you.” It wasn’t a confession - it was more of a breathy demand I didn’t really want to ignore.

So I allowed him to keep me there, breathing in his natural scent as he laughed under his breath. “You’re so stupid to think I would ever let this be just a one time thing. You’re never leaving me.”

[buckyownsmylife]

Closed Signal - Tom Hardy smut

The one where Tom fears he might be getting too old for you

Warnings: smut, implied age gap, implied size kink, inappropriate drunk friend, insecure!Tom, dirty talk, daddy kink, exhibitionism kink, mention of overstimulation, name-calling, jealousy, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: this idea came from a request and I took advantage of the plot bunny to make it as some sort of follow-up to this story. Can totally be read by itself though - as most of my stuff 🤔

The party was going in full swing by the time Tom arrived. He’d been working like crazy lately, doing pre-production work for his next movie, which was one he was quite excited about.

It was completely different from anything he’d ever done before, and while that in itself presented a risk, my boyfriend was precisely the type to thrive in that anxiety. He just put a lot of himself in the process, and it’d been getting more and more difficult to see him outside of breakfast or bed time, so I was really excited when he agreed to meet me here.

“There you are, baby.” I smiled widely as his familiar mob of hair - now slightly grown for the role - appeared in the distance, briefly distracted from the conversation I’d been entertaining with my friend Chris. “I missed you.”

I stood up on my tiptoes to kiss him when he was close enough, rubbing my cheek against his bearded one. He was also letting it grow for the role, and I didn’t tell him, but the spots of white hair were disturbingly arousing to me, as if it reminded me of the age gap in our relationship, the almost taboo nature of it.

“Hey man, how have you been?” Chris nodded towards Tom, slapping his bicep as he approached to say hello. My boyfriend pointed at the beer in our hands, confirming, “Are you drinking beer?” to which I sheepishly waved the empty bottle I was holding.

“I finished mine, I was about to go and get another.” But Tom, ever the gentleman, was already shaking his head.

“Stay here, I’ll grab us both new ones.” My eyes trailed after him as he left, taking in the expanse of his back, how it signaled how much larger than my body his was. It still brought a shiver down my spine, a year after we’d started dating.

It was silent for a while as I couldn’t remember what it was that I’d been chatting with Chris until he was the one who broke the silence. “I’ll never understand how the hell Tom  managed to get with you.”

The sentence was so out of place it took me a while to figure out how the hell to respond to it, and in that silence, drunk and inappropriate Chris prospered.

“Is it a kinky thing?” I was once again taken by surprise, mouth hanging open as I stared at my friend without believing what was coming out of his. “Do you get off on being his little girl or something?”

My face felt warm as he finally shut his mouth, but I didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or pure, unadulterated anger. “Why the fuck do you think that it’s appropriate to talk to me like that, Chris?”

My tone and words shocked him, the widened eyes said as much. “Oh, sorry.” He gulped and shifted from one foot to another, and still he couldn’t help but insist, “I just… Isn’t he a bit too old for you?”

I narrowed my eyes at him with my blood pumping inside my veins, particularly because I could see Tom had frozen in his tracks right behind the man that had angered me, clearly having heard what was said and also clearly taken back by it.

“Chris, he’s not even five years older than you.” The way is eyebrows shot up wasn’t comforting to me in the slightest.

“Oh, shit! Really? The white beard threw me off completely.”

The night was pretty much over for the both of us after this. I knew Tom was stuck on Chris’s words and I also knew I wouldn’t be able to talk him out of it. I’d have to wait until he decided to speak his mind to me.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long. As we prepared for bed that evening, he approached me with cautious steps as I braced myself for what was coming, but I was pleasantly surprised by the tone of jest he assumed to complain, “My bones ache.”

I stared at his childish pout for a long time, not quite believing this is how he was going to go on about this until finally laughter escaped my chest. “And still, you fuck me just right,” I teased him, making him scoff as he averted his gaze, but I knew I’d played this to his ego.

A small silence followed my response, a pause in which I watched him gather his thoughts before he met my eyes to question, “Don’t you think I’m too old for you?” Opening up a slow smile, I opened my arms to welcome him into my embrace as I retorted, “I obviously don’t.”

Still, he sighed, rubbing his full beard against my neck as he listened to my heartbeat, so I proceeded, “And I also think our age gap is sexy.” That got his attention. He licked his lips as he sat up slightly, hovering over my lying body as he took in the shirt of his I was wearing to bed - and nothing else.

“Oh, is that so?”

Biting my lip to stop my smirk from growing, I nodded before voicing, “Yes… daddy.”

The way his eyes darkened was undeniable and it fed this hunger inside of me that I wasn’t expecting to feel. Suddenly, I was up on my knees, pushing him back against the bed as I took my place over his lap.

“Would you like to fuck me in front of Chris, baby?” His hands on my naked hips tightened to the point of bruising. I relished in it. “Make him see how well you give it to me?”

The fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear under his sweatpants definitely helped me when I slid them down just enough to grab a hold of his dick. “Make him watch as you fucked me senseless, make me cry for you to stop while you kept fucking me until I pass out?”

“He could never get me this wet.” He felt what I meant the second I started to slowly sit down on his dick, biting my lower lip to stop myself from screaming at the pleasurable stretch. “All you have to do is stare at me and I’m ready for your cock, daddy.”

He pulled me by the back of my neck to meet his lips, panting against mine in something that was less of a kiss and more of a different way to breathe me in. “You’re too fucking hot.” It sounded almost like a complaint. It made me laugh.

“C’mon, daddy,” I whined in my best bratty voice, the one that called out to Tom like a flame did to a moth. “Take it out on me. Use me.” This time he did kiss me - and it was wild and forceful, like the way he started thrusting up against me just before he threw me on the bed to take his place on top of my body.

“You’re my perfect little slut, huh?” He nuzzled the crook of my neck, breathing me in as I wiped away the taste of him from my lips. I was obsessed with it, just like I was obsessed with every part of him. “So you don’t think about him when I’m fucking you?”

The question was paired with a forceful thrust that ended with the head of his cock rubbing precisely against my sweet spot, making me mewl underneath him. “Answer me, darling.”

His hand covered my throat, easily catching my attention. I answered honestly. “I don’t think about him at all, daddy.” He seemed to like it, judging by the way he immediately started fucking me against the bed, forcing me to hold onto his shoulders as I screamed in pleasure.

“Good answer, sweetheart,” he chuckled, mouth exploring every inch of skin he could reach. “You take me so well, baby,” he complimented, knowing how it always got to me. “I bet Chris gets off thinking about doing this to you, fucking you like I’m doing right now. But he never will, huh?”

I was quick to shake my head, incapable of voicing a simple ‘no’ with how drunk on his cock I felt. “That’s my girl.” The thought of being his had been such a distant dream for so long that just those words were enough to set me off, leading me to an orgasm that milked his too.

As he emptied himself inside of me, he softly fell over my body, smashing me against the mattress. “Tommy…” I whined, trying to push him away, much to his amusement. “’Can’t breathe.”

He was still laughing when he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so I’d lay my head on his chest. It was quiet and peaceful for a while, my breathing slowly getting deeper and deeper as I listened to his heartbeat right by my ear until…

“Don’t fall asleep on me, baby.” His voice was quiet as he brushed my hair away from my face, trying to get a clear view of my expression before he continued, “I still have enough stamina to fuck you through the night.”

All I could do was snort, hiding my face against his skin before I teased him, “Good, because I desperately want your cock in my mouth.”