Tom Hardy Character Imagines

The Punishment (NSFW)- Bob Saginowski

The bar was heaving and Bob took a sip of pepsi while his eyes scanned the room, taking in every patron. And then his eyes fell on her. He smiled to himself behind his glass when he saw her wriggling your hips gently to the music that only she could hear while she poured some shots for a rowdy group of girls looking for a wild time.

"Who is the hottie over there?" Bob heard one of the girls ask, glancing coyly in his direction. He turned away to pretend he was counting the register in case he gave the girl some sort of idea like he was looking back.

"Oh you mean Bob?" he could hear the grin in Siobhan's voice. "I wouldn't exactly call him a hottie."

"Well you're obviously blind then," the girl smirked. "He's got that sort of handsome brooding look about him. Like he seems all shy and quiet but just imagine him grabbing a girl and just fucking her right across this bar like an animal."

The other girls all chorused in agreement but Siobhan just said nothing. Taking their money, she walked over to the register and completely ignored Bob who moved out of the way ever so slightly to allow her in.

"You look flushed Siobhan," Bob murmured, just loud enough for her to hear over the sound of the noise in the bar.

"Well it is hot in here," she answered flippantly.

Siobhan went to close the register but Bob's hand stopped her. His chest was pressed against her side and even through the flannel shirt and long sleeved t-shirt he wore, she could feel every muscle.

"I just need to do a quick count of the register before our friends come."

She knew which friends he was referring to and she also knew he was talking bullshit because the drop money was nestled in its safe where it always was until closing.

"Give my hand back and then I'll be right out of your way," Siobhan said, going along with the pretence just for the heck of it.

"You know when those girls were talking about getting fucked by me over the bar," he changed the subject suddenly, his breath in her ear bringing her out in goosebumps that she knew he could see. "I really shoulda come over and told them that it's you who's the animal not me," his finger grazed her waist subtly and just high enough for his thumb to brush against the underside of her breast. "I shoulda told them that the first time I fucked you over this bar at the end of closing you were screaming for me to make you cum over and over again."

Siobhan swallowed as her heart began to race and she felt that familiar ache in her loins. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to find Bob barely concealing a smirk and she was torn between wanting to punch him and throw herself at him.

"Think the gentleman at the bar is waiting to be served," he said, and Siobhan somehow managed to walk across to the other side of the bar on shaky legs.

As he pretended to count money at the register, she knew Bob was watching out of the corner of his eye and she decided to give him a little taste of his own medicine. After serving the man his drink, she came to get him change from the note he just gave her and she made sure her breasts pushed right against Bob's side as she reached across him to get the coins out. She heard his breath hitch slightly and bit back a satisfied smile.

"Looks like we're out of lemons," Siobhan commented, stretching to reach the shelf above the register where the bowl of lemons and limes rested. Her shirt lifted showing an expanse of her skin and Bob cleared his throat quietly. "I'll just go and get some more."

Giving RuPaul a run for his money, Siobhan sashayed her way into the kitchen, allowing herself to let out a little squeal of joy at having affected Bob so. But it looked like the last laugh was on her because she hadn't even finished chopping the lemons before the kitchen door slammed shut, and when she turned around Bob was staring at her with unabashed hunger in his eyes.