tommy millerrrrr
why yes, tommy miller!!!!!!!!
warnings: +18, daddy kink, age gap, smut below the cut, porn without plot, unprotected piv, dirty talk, car sex, fingering, begging, praise and just a touch of degradation, tommy hits it from the back meoww!!, possessive tommy and also cocky tommy cause i love him that way, spit swapping, creampie, alcohol consumption and recreational marijuana use, lightly edited also special thank you to the loml @millermouth for looking over this with me and reassuring me the whole way through :') my angel fr
Thinking about older bf!Tommy Miller and how he absolutely fucking adores you. And like, yeah. You're a little too young for him. In your twenties while he's pushing fifty. And of course Joel will never let him forget about that (not so) little age gap anytime Tommy tries to bring you around.
But Tommy's got the stamina and the patience to keep up with you, so what's the big deal?
Really, if anything, he thinks the age difference between you two only makes you want him more.
You're always poking fun at him. Talking about how his knees are seconds away from giving out and how he'll be in a nursing home by the time you reach thirty.
Once, while the two of you are laying in his bed, you’ve got that pretty, post-sex look lingering on your face. You twist one of his messy curls around your finger absentmindedly and say, "You know, I could fix the grey for you. Or are you going for more of a silver fox look intentionally?"
Tommy snorts and laughs and shakes his head because he's only got maybe ten grey hairs on his whole head. "Fuckin' brat," he mutters, pulling you in by the back of the neck to taste your laughter.
There's another instance, too. One of those rare days where they actually finish early at the job site. Tommy uses the free time to pull you from work under the guise of a family emergency, and takes you out for lunch.
Some place that just opened down town with a rustic feel to it, full of windows and exposed aesthetic pipes that have no real use. The waitress is casual but nice. And she smiles when she sees the two of you and exclaims, "Aw! A daddy daughter day! How sweet!"
You and Tommy lock eyes from across the table and hold back your laughter, but neither of you correct her. And as he orders, Tommy can feel your stare. Gaze heavy and wanting and familiar. There's that look in your eyes you always get when you've had one too many on a night out and your mind only continues to process one thing.
He can't fight off the smile that threatens when he glances up at you mid-order. Because you look nothing short of ravenous. And the moment the waitress walks away, you're leaning over the table and kissing him hard.
Licking into his mouth without shame, holding a firm grip on his jaw. It's the kind of kiss that has his blood running hot and his breath coming fast. If you weren't in public, if you were having lunch at his place instead, Tommy thinks he'd take you right here on the fucking table. Shove your jeans down just enough so he could slide in easy, right between your thighs.
But instead, when you pull away, Tommy lingers in your space. Breathes in your exhalation and when you laugh he does, too.
You smile wide and whisper so only the two of you can hear it, "Thanks for lunch, daddy."
And just like that, everything changes.
The dynamic between you changes, and Tommy does, too. Like, on a cell-based, molecular level, he changes.
Because he's never really been into that kinda thing. Sure, he's heard it a time or two. But it's always gone in one ear and out the other. Never really piqued his interest. not until now. Not until he hears the word daddy in your honeyed mouth, said with your sweet, saccharine tongue.
Before the waitress even comes back to the table with your drinks, you and Tommy are gone. Slipped out the front door without a word and back into his truck which he moves to the empty end of the parking lot, away from prying eyes.
And he knows you deserve better than this. Better than a dark alley fuck where you’re frantically unbuckling his belt and climbing into his lap with your skirt pushed up around your hips and a rip in your tights.
But you’re more desperate for him at this moment than you’ve ever been, and Tommy realizes with stark clarity that he may have met his match with you. More than just a casual girlfriend he sees on the weekend. A woman he wants to keep.
He takes you right then and there. Slams up into you with your legs spread wide and your arms hooked around the steering wheel. You’re so fucking wet that the sound of each thrust reverberates against the steel walls of his truck. The windows fog over and you find release with one of his hands wrapped around your neck and the other squeezing the supple flesh of your ass so hard it leaves bruises in the shape of his fingerprints.
You don't talk about it afterwards.
Not at first, anyway.
But two weeks later, you're spending the weekend at his apartment. The third weekend in a row where the two of you put your phones on silent and order take out for dinner every night and smoke shitty weed all afternoon. Two full days of nothing but hedonism.
It's one of those nights that you both maybe take it a little far. Both sober enough to be conscious of your words and actions, but so relaxed that inhibition no longer exists.
You're holding a bottle of whiskey by the neck, standing between his spread thighs as he sits on the edge of his bed. You're laughing at some stupid joke he made, pretty eyes bright and full of elation.
You take a swig from the bottle and Tommy says, "Gimme some."
And you smirk down at him with the whiskey still held in your mouth. Tommy doesn't understand right away, but he does when you cradle his jaw and tug at his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.
He chuckles low. not surprised but a little dazed. His eyes gloss over with the haziness of lust, and Tommy Miller opens his mouth for you without a second thought.
You lean in close, lips hovering over his, and carefully spit the whiskey into his waiting mouth with this look on your face. Like you've got a craving only he can satisfy, despite the fact that he's been inside you no less than five times in the last twenty four hours.
His pretty, insatiable little girl.
The whiskey is strong and tastes like you and makes him feel all dizzy in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol. Tommy holds eye contact as he swallows, the smallest drop escaping from the corner of his mouth and dripping down his chin.
You waste no time in cleaning up his mess, running your warm tongue along his skin and sighing at the flavor.
"I've got a question for you," Tommy says, hands on the backs of your thighs. "An' you can't lie to me. Yeah?"
You sit the bottle on his nightstand and lay your hands loosely over his shoulders. "Ask it."
Tommy licks his lips, a little nervous just to bring it up. But he pushes that aside the moment those memories of that day in his truck flash through his mind. The sounds you'd made, the way you'd cried out his name, the way you'd trembled in his lap. "You remember the day a couple weeks ago that I got out early?"
"When we went out for lunch?"
Tommy nods. "Mhm. An' you remember how the waitress...she thought I was your daddy?"
You avert your gaze then, almost like you're bashful. But the smirk that tugs the corners of your pretty lips lets Tommy know that you do remember. Probably just as clearly as he does. Your voice is a little quieter than before as you ask, "What about it?"
"You...d'you like that? Hm? S'that what you want? Want me to be your daddy?"
Just talking about it stirs something deep within him.
You don't answer right away. Your teeth worry your bottom lip and your thighs press together and Tommy thinks he knows the answer, but he wants to hear you say it. Needs you to say the words.
And you try, but it takes a minute for you to gather the courage. "I...uhm. yeah. I mean, I...I liked it. But I wasn't sure how you felt, so I didn't bring it up because...I don't know. I guess I just got a little..."
"Shy?"
You nod, and Tommy turns his head to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist.
"S'alright, baby. Ain't got nothin' to worry about with me. Just wanna take care of ya." He shifts backwards, moving to sit fully on the bed, tugging you with him. "C'mere. Let me show you."
He leans back against the headboard, and you crawl across the mattress until you're on all fours in front of him.
Tommy takes your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks together gently, and brings your mouth to his for a searing kiss. He deepens it, licking your tongue, swallowing up the taste of whiskey and honey and forbidden fruit.
But it's over too quickly.
He extends his strong legs and pats the space between them. "Right here, sweetheart."
You obey wordlessly, coming to sit in his lap, back pressed to his chest. You're wearing only one of his old, worn-in t-shirts, and Tommy's grateful for it.
Makes it a whole lot easier for him when he parts your thighs, setting your feet on the outside of his knees. He slips his calloused hands beneath your shirt and feels your soft skin, memorizing the curves of your waist, letting himself savor the softness of your belly.
He moves his hands up further, until he's palming your heavy breasts, massaging carefully, touching you like you're something holy. His thumbs stroke gently over the peaks of your nipples and Tommy grins when you let out a gasp in response.
“So sensitive,” he says, lips brushing your ear, breath warm against your skin. He kisses the junction of your throat and touches you slowly, almost teasingly. “Just wanna make you feel good. Don’t matter how. hm?”
Tommy slowly slides one hand down your torso, lifting the hem of his t-shirt that you wear to expose your panties—soft, pink cotton that makes his mouth water.
He drags his fingers along the smooth edge, toying with the cute little bow at the center. “Can daddy touch you here, baby?”
You giggle softly and turn your head, hiding your pretty face in the hollow of his neck. He can feel your smile against the skin of his collar bone, but he doesn’t move any further. not until you fight off your embarrassment to nod, legs falling open just a little further.
And once you do, Tommy's fingers ghost down the center of your panties. He palms you over the fabric, curling his fingers and dragging his knuckles gently over the seam of your cunt. Already the fabric begins to dampen, clinging to your skin. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he whispers. “Got no idea what you do to me, do you?”
He teases you just like that, with slow, featherlight movements until your breathing grows heavy and you start to squirm in his lap. When you start to tilt your hips towards his hand, seeking out more friction, you can feel his dark laughter against your spine as it rumbles through his chest.
“Shh, I know,” he coos. “You gotta tell me what you want. Hm? Use your words.”
“I want一” you groan in frustration, laying your head back against his shoulder now, hips chasing his intentionally light touch. “Want you to touch me. Want you to make me come, Tommy, please.”
His smile is nothing short of sinister as he urges, “Please, what?”
“Please daddy,” you correct.
And he swears he can feel your clit pulse beneath his hand as you say it. He would love nothing more than to draw this out. To really make you fucking beg for it. For his fingers, his mouth, his love. And Tommy promises himself he will do just that later, but right now? His cock is aching for you, swollen and leaking at the tip, pressed snug against the curve of your ass. “Good job, baby,” he praises. “S’perfect.”
Tommy hooks a single finger beneath the edge of your panties, pulling the fabric to the side, groaning low as he watches your arousal stick to the cotton. You’re so wet. warm and needy, all for him. The prettiest little girl to ever exist and somehow, impossibly, right in his grasp.
“Christ,” he hisses. “Look at you.” he slides a finger through your slick and then brings it to his mouth, humming as he sucks the essence of you off his own skin, the heady taste blooming across his tongue like ambrosia.
You whimper as you watch it up close. “Please, I need you, I…”
Tommy presses a tender kiss to your temple. “I know you do. M’right here, yeah? Daddy's gonna make you feel better.”
He starts with your clit. Circles it slowly at first, building up pressure and momentum, movements free and smooth by the obscene amount of wetness that’s gathered between your legs. Your moans are music to his ears. Pleading, desperate cries of more, more, more. Always more. His insatiable little girl.
And then he slides a finger inside of you. Just one, curling it upwards, pressing in deep and feeling the velvety warmth he’s grown so familiar with. You wrap your hands around his arm and squeeze, holding on tight, sighing in content, happy just to be filled with something.
When he adds a second finger, Tommy creates a wet path with his tongue up the side of your neck and says, “Wanna see you come just like this, sweetheart. Can you do that for me? Hm? Make me proud?”
You nod, but Tommy doesn’t think you’re processing much after he starts to move his fingers inside of you. Your eyes go all glassy in that way he loves and your spine arches, pressing your ass even harder up against his aching cock. Your nails leave cute indents in the skin of his forearm, clutching him for safety. “Yes, yes, please, daddy. Please, I just want一hmm.”
Tommy presses the heel of his palm against your clit, sliding over it with each upwards thrust of his fingers. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. And he’s got the most perfect view. Better than any visual in any porno he’s ever seen.
It doesn’t take long. Your desire is high, and he knows just how you like to be touched. Knows to fuck you hard over fast, knows to hold you tight, knows just how much you like all those filthy words he whispers in your ear.
And right now? Oh, Tommy lays it on thick.
“You hear that, baby? Makin’ a big fuckin’ mess all over the sheets. So fuckin’ wet. All sticky and messy for daddy, huh? An’ so tight. Don’t know what I did to deserve pussy this good. But what I do know is it’s mine now, ain’t it? Pretty little thing. All mine. Say it.”
He knows you’re close. Can feel it in the way you writhe, muscles going tight, chasing that high. “It's yours, daddy. All yours. Please don’t stop I’m gonna—”
“I know, pretty girl. G’on. Come for me.”
A heart beat passes and you get all quiet on him for a single second, holding your breath deep in your lungs. And on the exhale, it hits hard. You're a moaning mess in his hands, thighs clamping together, sultry moans falling from your honeyed tongue.
“That's it, there you go,” he encourages, pressing his fingers harder against that soft spot inside you.
Tommy doesn’t slow until your breathing evens out, draining every last drop of bliss from your bones. Your thighs tremble with aftershocks, but it’s not enough.
He's a selfish man, your daddy. And he wants more.
So he pushes you forward until you press your face to the mattress, arms outstretched in front of you, ass perched up and ripe for the taking.
Tommy gropes the supple flesh, palming and squeezing affectionately. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs. He runs his thumb through your slick folds, admiring the mess he’s made of you. “She’s so wet, baby. Looks like she needs a little help, hm?”
“Yes, yes. Please. Need you inside, wanna feel you.”
The words are beautifully spoken, dripping with want and desire that’s been taken to new heights. Tommy thinks he’s been a fool to have not seen it before. He thinks he should’ve taken on this role for you a hell of a lot sooner.
“Y’know, my hands are a little tired now, baby.” Tommy's mouth curls up at the corners as he leans forward on his knees and pushes his boxers down just enough to free himself. His dick is flushed and glossy at the tip, hard as stone. He takes it in his hand and slides the head over your wet cunt. “Is it okay if daddy takes care of ya with somethin’ a little bigger?”
Your spine bends as you arch back, pressing yourself against him, spreading your slick over his cock. The friction and warmth of it makes Tommy grit his teeth to hold back the low groan that threatens. “Yes. I want it. I need it.”
He doesn’t waste anymore time, spreading you open and pressing gently inside. You let out this little sigh of relief at being filled and it warms both his heart and that space low in his belly. “There you go, sweetheart,” he says, sinking in all the way, watching as your pussy squeezes tight around him.
Tommy pulls out slowly, almost all the way, just to slide in a little harder this time. “God, Tommy. You're so—”
He clicks his tongue. “Nuh-uh. What’s my name, baby? Hm? Say it.”
You suddenly get all shy and bashful, and tommy thinks it looks real fucking cute when you turn your head and press your face into the blanket to hide your embarrassment.
His only response is to grin and shove himself in deeper, chuckling low when you let out a whimper in surprise. He sets a punishing pace; steady and relentless, watching you writhe beneath him. “Oh, I know,” he coos. “But you’re doin’ so good. Talk to me, pretty girl. Tell me who you belong to. Tell me whose pussy this is.”
“Yours,” you cry out. The word is broken in your mouth, so sensitive as your velvet warmth pulses around him. High still from your release, and yet tommy can feel another quickly approaching. “It's yours.”
“Yours, what?” he urges, grunting between each punishing thrust. His hands dig hard into your hips, massaging all your softness.
“S’yours, daddy,” you finally say.
And god. It’s so fucking beautiful. So euphoric that Tommy feels like he’s lost time. Wishes that he would’ve caught on months ago to this little curiosity of yours.
“That's right,” he says, leaning forward. he brackets you with his chest to your back, kissing the nape of your neck and slipping a hand beneath you. It takes only a second for him to find your clit and he groans when it pulses beneath his fingers. “S’all mine. Daddy’s girl, ain’t you?”
“Yes—yes, god—don’t stop don’t stop, I’m s’fucking—” your words are slurred and pretty as they roll off your tongue.
Tommy takes pride in it. In the way he’s fucked you dumb. “Fuckin’ right you are,” he grits out, keeping his rhythm steady as sweat begins to bead at his hairline. “Give it to me, baby. Come for your daddy.”
He can feel you clench around him as your orgasm rocks through you, muscles wound real tight, squeezing his cock so fucking good it blurs his vision. He circles your clit in slow, methodical strokes, feeling it throb beneath his fingers.
It only takes a few seconds before your hands curl in the sheets and you arch your ass back into him. Tommy fucks you a little harder with the new angle, reaching even deeper. “Oh my god, please pleaseplease—hmm—!”
“Shit,” he hisses. A low sound vibrates through his chest, unable to hold it back as pleasure takes hold. His pace falters as he fills you up. Tommy leans back to watch the sight of it; his cock glossy as it mixes with your arousal, pulsing with the added imagery of the mess he’s made of you.
He doesn’t pull out until he’s well and truly spent. He kisses each of your shoulder blades and gently eases back before falling into the comfort of his bed.
You lean forward, a silly smile on your face, looking all pretty and fucked out. A giggle passes through your lips and it makes Tommy laugh.
“You good?”
You nod, breathing hard, and turn over on your back. “Never better,” you say.
He chuckles low and picks up the half-smoked joint from the ash tray on his bedside table. You watch him, arms tucked behind your head, as he sparks the lighter and inhales deep. Tommy gives you that crooked smile he always wears as he blows the smoke towards the cracked window. “C’mere,” he says. “Come give daddy a kiss.”
And without a moment's hesitation, you come crawling into his lap to slot your mouth against his. It's soft and easy and Tommy thinks, yeah. He's never been better, either.
When you pull away, it’s only to ask, “Hey—are you busy later?”
“What, you mean like tomorrow?” His brows furrow. “There somethin’ you wanna do?”
“No, I mean like, for the rest of your life.”
He laughs.
“I’m so serious,” you say, smiling wide.He cradles the side of your head with his big hand, thumb stroking over your cheekbone when you lean into his palm. Tommy sighs contentedly and says, “For you? M’never busy.”
