Tom Hardy Character Imagines

Until We Die (NSFW)- Freddie Jackson x OFC

TW: drugs, alcohol, overdose, mental health, violence

It was raining. Not that Kimberley Ryan cared. The cold and damp was preferable to going home and waiting to have another round of her father's fists raining blow after blow down on her. She leaned her head back against the wall of the bridge she sat beneath, listening to the rhythmic drip drop of the rain splattering onto the floor beside her. A stray drop fell upon her forehead, travelling down her face and her tongue darted out to catch it.

"If you're thirsty I'll buy you a drink you know."

Kimberley smiled. She didn't need to open her eyes because she would recognise that voice anywhere. She had been expecting it in fact.

Freddie Jackson. Her best friend of the last seventeen years. You see, this was what they did. Every single night. Kimberley would walk out of the front door at almost as the ten o'clock news started, while her mother sat on the sofa staring at the screen, pretending she was happy living in a shitty council house with a husband who would be home to beat the shit out of her on his return from the pub.

In the Jackson household, Freddie's mother would be sitting doing exactly the same. And just like in the Jackson household, Kimberley had been getting slapped around for as long as she could remember. She often thought that was why she and Freddie were meant to be together, because they were essentially two halves of one whole.

"What have you got for me, Freddie?" Kimberley opened her eyes when he sat down and his arm brushed against hers.

"Nice to see you too, Kimmie," he chuckled, chewing loudly on his chewing gum. He pulled a small plastic bag out of his pocket and dangled it in front of Kim's face. She reached out to grab it and he yanked it away quickly. "Ah, ah. Not until I get something from you."

Kim rolled her eyes playfully before cupping Freddie's face to kiss him. He tasted like beer and cannabis; he tasted comforting. Her Freddie.

His tongue darted inside her mouth as he pulled her up onto his lap and she almost choked as his chewing gum fell down her throat. She swallowed it with a grunt as Freddie smiled against her lips, his hardening cock grinding against her centre. He groaned and she knew what he wanted. She wanted it to because it was the only thing that helped apart from the drugs.

The floor was damp on her back as Freddie lay her down, yanking at her trousers and underwear; his fingers knowing exactly what to do to draw the sounds from her that he loved. He eased himself inside of her just as her walls began to clench, and he paused for a moment gritting his teeth to stop himself from spilling his load.

"Freddie," she moaned, her hands sliding beneath his shirt and jacket to claw at his back. "Fuck."

"I know babe," he grunted, moving deliciously in and out of her. "Fucking thought about this all day, didn't I? Shifting them fucking bricks about on that building site was a right waste of my fucking time, but keeps me outta the nick for now if I can show the probation officer what an honourable citizen I am... ah fuck, your cunt is so tight babe... was made for me, weren't it?"

"Freddie please," Kim begged, as he bent his head to nibble at her neck while his hand wandered to fondle her breast through her top.

"Don't you worry," he murmured. "Freddie knows what you need, don't I?"

His hand moved to rub slow circles around her clit while his thrusts became deeper and more measured until the pair of them reached their peaks simultaneously.

Kimberley's eyes were closed and she could do nothing but lie with Freddie's weight on top of her as the aftershocks of her orgasm died down, leaving her feeling weak in the best way. She felt Freddie's thumb and forefinger pushing into her mouth and she shivered at the acidic taste of the tablet he pressed against her tongue.