Tom Hardy Character Imagines

What Howard Heard (NSFW)- Forrest Bondurant x OFC

Forrest was exhausted. It had been a long night selling shine and keeping Howard out of trouble. All he wanted was to climb into bed beside his beautiful wife and sleep. Jack had snuck out to see Bertha and most likely wouldn't be back until morning, and judging by the snoring coming from upstairs, Howard had already fallen asleep in a drunken stupor. With a tired grunt, Forrest finished counting the dollars piled up on the desk in front of him and stacked them up neatly to put away for safekeeping.

Above his head, he heard the faint creaking of floorboards and smiled to himself when gentle footsteps padded quietly down the stairs. He shut the lamp off in the office and walked out just as his wife reached the bottom step. He squinted as he took in her rather unusual attire and she smirked.

"Something the matter, Forrest?" Charlotte bit her lip as she slinked towards him.

Forrest grunted and swallowed, his eyes devouring her whole and darkening with lust. She smiled innocently and began to slowly undo the buttons of the cardigan she wore; Forrest's cardigan. Buttons undone, the cardigan slid from her shoulders, puddling at her feet and leaving her completely bare before her husband who couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Are you just gonna look me all night?" Charlotte purred, stepping closer and running a finger down his chest.

It wasn't often that Forrest Bondurant found himself lost for words. While he was a man of few physical words, that didn't mean there wasn't a lengthy inner monologue always running in his head. This time however, even that was silent. His fingers twitched as he ached to run them over every inch of Charlotte's exposed skin. He saw hesitation flash across her face and that was enough to break him out of the spellbound aura that held him still.

His hand wrapped itself around her neck and he felt her swallow in anticipation. She knew for a fact he would never ever do anything to hurt her, but she recognised that look in his eyes and prepared herself for the onslaught that was coming.

"I'm gonna do more'n look at chu," he murmured finally.

He all but threw Charlotte on top of the counter where she served patrons day after day, and his mouth attacked her centre savagely as though he was starving hungry. His mouth was on her, his hands were inside her and it was no time at all before she came undone beneath him.

Still in the lingering throes of her intense release, Charlotte didn't even know he had undressed until he thrust inside of her without warning, pulling her into an upright position and dragging her right to the edge of the counter.

"Forrest," she gasped, wrapping her legs around him as he moved inside her desperately.

His arms were around her body, pulling her as close as humanly possible while his mouth devoured her own, his tongue swirling and fighting with Charlotte's for dominance. Her hands reached down to his firm bottom and squeezed hard making him groan and thrust into her even harder. One of his hands snaked down to toy with her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and pinching slightly. She threw back her head and panted as she could feel herself getting closer again.

"Baby please," Charlotte murmured, as the wave built up ready to explode.

She could feel it right down to her toes and it was the sensation of Forrest spilling into her that sent her over the edge once more.

"I love you," Forrest spoke quietly, his mouth against Charlotte's shoulder as he pressed the gentlest of kisses against her soft skin.

"I love you too," she whispered, cupping his face and lifting it to see into those blue eyes that she loved to get lost in.

"That's all very sweet and everything, but some of us are about fit to shit our pants if we can't get out to the toilet. So if you're done, is there any chance I can run past? I'll close my eyes if you want."

Charlotte blushed a furious red at the sound of Howard's voice calling from the top of the stairs, and she realised with a horrified grimace that he had heard everything. Instead of looking embarrassed, Forrest just looked annoyed and he picked up his cardigan off the floor and wrapped it around her before yanking on his own clothes.

"Come on down then, Howard," he muttered, standing slightly in front of Charlotte to shield her body from his brother's view.

Howard's footsteps were spritely and she just knew that insufferable grin would be plastered on his face, and she wasn't wrong.

"Well, well," he smirked at Charlotte as she tried to smooth her hair and make herself look half presentable. "Aint no wonder Forrest is always in such a hurry to get back here after a run if this is what's waiting for him. And people say marriage is for suckers."

"That'll do, Howard," Forrest warned him.

"I'm just kidding," Howard chortled. "Although Charlie, if you ever get fed up of this grizzly bear here then you know where I am. I sure as hell wouldn't say no to whatever it was you two were getting up to."

Howard was out of the door before Forrest could say another word, and Charlotte could hear him laughing all the way out to the lavatory. She started laughing herself before she could help it and when Forrest looked at her, she could see the amused glint in his eyes as he tried to keep that ever stern look upon his face.

"Howard does kind of have a point," he smirked. "I reckon I oughta go on more runs if you're gon' be waitin' for me wearin' nothin' but one of my cardigans when I get back."

"Who says I will be?" Charlotte bit her lip playfully.

"You better be," Forrest murmured, eyeing her thighs as they peeked out from the bottom of the cardigan. "In fact, I think I might need to take you upstairs to show you again what you'd be missing if not."

With a giggle, Charlotte ran up the stairs with Forrest following closely behind. She loved seeing this carefree and relaxed side of him, even if it had taken Howard catching the two of them at it for it to come out.

As the bedroom door slammed shut and Forrest wrestled her playfully to the bed, Charlotte took one look at his dark, hungry eyes and decided that perhaps she liked the moody and intense Forrest ever better.