Love, A Fan • A Tom Hardy fanfic

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TOM 2:52PM: Skip work tomorrow, it's been the longest 5 days. Come tonight.

TOM 2:53PM: So you can cum tonight. And tomorrow. And Sunday.

TOM 2:56PM: Get it? Come, cum.

STELLA 3:39PM: Yes I got it, lol. But I can't!

. . . . .

Saturday evening, Stella packed her bag again and took the LIRR and 2 subways to Tom's hotel.

"So, did you know there's a haunted tour right over in Brooklyn. I think it'd be cute to check out. Kind of like our first date," Stella said tugging on Tom's sleeve, the Brooklyn bridge in their view out the window. "Can we go, dad, can we, can we."

"Settle down, nipper," Tom rustled her hair like he would a toddler.

"Sorry, guess I should call you grandpa. Only my grandparents have ever said nipper," Stella laughed. "But seriously it would be fun to do something."

"I know, love," he kissed her forehead. "But we can also stay inside and be naked, like we've been doing. I know that's fun for both of us."

"We've done that the last two weekends I've been here," she poked his cheek and sat on the couch. "It's fine."

"I just, I don't want anyone to see us, you know?" He admitted.

"Oh, right. I forgot," she said dismissive.

"Plus I love being able to kiss you all day and night," he kissed her, but Stella pulled away prematurely.

"I forgot that I'm the other woman," she said. "It's hard to remember that when you're telling me how much you miss me."

"Love," he pleaded. "I want to be with you, I just... haven't broken things off yet. I don't want her to find out via paparazzi photos, you know."

"I get that, I do. But sometimes I want to kiss you in public or hold your hand, it's a weird thing to want but I do," Stella sat back down. "And then a part of me wonders if you will leave her, because I'm pretty sure in every movie with an affair, the guy always says he's leaving his wife, but he never does."

"It's hard, I care about her immensely. It's a different relationship than ours," he said. "But the main reason is I don't want to have that conversation over the phone and I don't want to miss a weekend with you."

Stella bit her lip. She thought about what he was saying. He can be very convincing that he's right and she couldn't argue with him if he was right.

"You know, if you want to go on the tour, then let's go," he said finally. "I'm sure it'll be dark."

"Maybe tomorrow night, I'm not feeling it much anymore," she said. "I'm gonna take a shower, it was a long day."

Stella washed the day away, a day filled with dog fur, pus, blood, and the always lovely anal glands. She packed herself pajamas this time and stepped into a pair of pink fleece pants and a t-shirt.

Tom was waiting for her on the couch when she opened the bathroom door. He looked at her expectantly and then frowned when he saw the full pajamas she was wearing.

"I'm tired, I'm sorry if you wanted to do it all night. I just want to sleep," she climbed into bed and rolled over.

"Stel, I really mean it. I promise you," he sat next to her and kissed her tired eyes. "Next week, I'll come to your place and maybe we can do stuff out there where no one's looking for me."

"Ok," she said.

"I'm sorry I'm a dick," he kissed her and then got up from the bed to give her the space she wanted.

. .

The next morning, Stella woke to Tom by her side, his arm folded under his pillow. How could someone be so beautiful? His beard was more stubbly than it was yesterday, she loved the way it framed his luscious lips. Snuggling against him, she nuzzled her face under his chin.

"Mmm," he kissed the top of her head.
Waking up slightly, he put his arm around her and held her against his chest. As he fell back to sleep he muttered something, Stella couldn't entirely make out.

I should be happy just to be in the same room with him... who cares if I'm just for fucking. Do I deserve more, probably, but what else am I doing? He's amazing, don't fuck it up.

. . . .

Stella stirred under his arm, rubbing at her eyes to get them to focus. In front of her was his tattooed chest of numbers and slightly scary drama masks. She traced along their faces and the inscription around it.

"Good morning, beautiful," Tom's hand brushed down her hair and rested on her back.

"Good morning," she said against his chest, kissing the tattoo she had been touching.

"I'm sorry that I'm making this harder than it probably has to be," Tom said, his arms holding her tight.

"I know," her hand stroked at his beard and she looked up at him. "It's fine."

"No, it's not. You deserve to have a boyfriend who can show you off as his, not sitting in a room hiding out the entire time."

"I don't want to make you choose and then you don't pick me," she kissed his lips. "I'm fine with whatever, I just want to be with you."

"I promise I'll talk to her soon," he brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Now let me order you a delicious breakfast that will make you forgive me."

"Or..." she said, pulling him on top of her.

"How could I say no?" He laughed and hurried her out of her clothes.

They laughed at themselves as they awkwardly kicked their clothes to the foot of the bed. Tom was on Stella's hair and Stella had accidentally punched Tom in the face, both of them apologizing.

Once inside her, moans replaced the giggles, hands were gripped at the sheets, toes were curling. Tom pounded her hard, the headboard banged against the wall, causing both of them to laugh again.

"I love hearing you laugh," Tom smiled before rubbing her pussy. "And moaning."

"I love your voice," she said, getting closer to orgasming. Tom bit back a smile, not that Stella could see with her eyes squeezed tight. "And your cock."

"You naughty little girl, you," as he placed his hand around her neck, Stella's eyes flew open. Tom could see the desire in her eyes, even more so than before. Smirking, he tightened his grip on her throat feeling her try to moan. He kissed her paralyzed lips as she came with him choking her.

Gasping as he let go, she dug her nails into his back with an almost growl.

"I need your cum," she pleaded. "I need it inside me."

"Fuck," his hips sped up. "I can't. I shouldn't."

"I know," she whined. "I just want to feel it shoot inside me."

"Fuck it," he thrusted deep inside, holding her tight against this throbbing cum spewing dick. Groaning loudly, he slowly continued fucking her as he came, his cock twitching almost a dozen times. It felt beyond amazing to cum inside a woman, Tom had been thinking about it since the first time they did it. It did not disappoint, he thought.

Feeling like he was going to faint, he laid on top of her, his arms weak. Stella held his head in her arms, her fingers stroked his sweaty hair. She felt beyond closer to him after feeling his sex fill her body.

"Wow, I love you," he said without thinking, through heavy breaths and an embarrassed laugh.

"What?" Stella asked for clarification before she told him she loved him too.

"What? Oh. Sorry, sorry, it just came out," he said, not looking at her. He meant what he said but knew it was entirely too soon and not the right time to say those words for the first time.

"Oh," she said, trying to not sound disappointed.