*NAMELESS: a tommy miller x reader story.
He has absolutely no recollection of her name. Stephen, the architect that sometimes partners up with Joel's contracting company, always refers to her as ‘the girl’ with a downward twist of his mouth and while Joel always calls her by her name, Tommy's getting better and better at ignoring anything his brother says — but he could recognize those pretty eyes anywhere, a fleeting memory of them filled with tears as pink-painted lips stretched around his cock.
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story warnings: no outbreak, kind of dark!tommy but more like he's just a thoughtless asshole, tommy works with reader's dad (but lowkey hates him), age gap (reader's around 19 and tommy is late 30s), underage drinking, oral (m receiving), pet names galore, fingering, little bit of degradation, like one hundred different types of traffic violations, unprotected piv, car sex, voyeurism, daddy issues (no daddy kink tho just the issues lol), some weird mentions of parents halfway through sex.
rating: +18.
word count: 3.5k.
fox says: i have no excuse for this one lol mainly smut with a sprinkle of plot if you squint, i just needed a little breather from writing soft!tommy. also i tried something a little different by writing in the present tense which is something i've never done before so pls forgive me if it's weird
alternative link (archiveofourown).
main divider by @/carestuff, other graphics by me.
He notices you across the bar just as he sits down on his booth. Young, pretty, too sheltered to know better. Tommy's certain he's met you before, and while he may have noticed you instantly, it takes him a moment to place you: Stephen's daughter, the architect that sometimes partners up with Joel's contracting company. He has absolutely no recollection of your name. Stephen always refers to you as ‘the girl’ with a downward twist of his mouth and while Joel always calls you by your name, Tommy's getting better and better at ignoring anything his brother says — but he could recognize those pretty eyes anywhere, a fleeting memory of them filled with tears as pink-painted lips stretched around his cock.
It had happened on your eighteenth birthday party, Tommy was almost certain of it. He thinks he might've promised to call too, after you opened your mouth to show him you'd swallowed his come just like he'd ordered you to. He didn't call. He never does.
You giggle at whatever your companion says, fingers twirling the little umbrella from his drink, body folded like a sunflower towards the man that sits besides you. Tommy could recognize the type anywhere: He's got a few years on Tommy himself, old enough to realize you're not twenty-one yet despite the cocktail in your hands, a wedding ring shoved in his pocket and at least one of his kids are older than you. The man's hand runs up your arm, just a graze before he drops it back down, but you preen under the attention.
Tommy's out of his seat before he can think twice, old fashioned gripped tight in his hand.
While he couldn't remember your name, it was clear that you recognized him, eyes widening before a smile bloomed across your lips — pink and glossy, a similar shade to what you had been wearing on your birthday party.
"Tommy! Hi."
"Come home with me, sweetheart." He keeps his eyes on you, his back turned to the older man and Tommy doesn't even need to look at him to know the old man isn't happy about the interruption. Your eyes dart from Tommy's face to the man behind his shoulder.
"I uhm, I’m kinda in the middle of something here."
"Yeah man, go find someone else." The old man says. Tommy swivels slightly, looking the other man up and down as if he hadn’t been aware of his presence until that very moment.
"This old fuck? Forget ‘im. You know I’ll make it worthwhile, pretty girl." Tommy downs the last of his drink and tugs you away from your seat. You follow the silent command as if it was second nature, small hand wrapping around his wrist as you let Tommy pull you away from the bar counter.
"I don't know, Tommy, I mean, the guy—"
The old man stands up, turns around without another word and walks away. Your shoulders drop slightly at the sight of him moving on without a fight, but Tommy wouldn't have your attention wander to anything that wasn't himself. He wraps his arm around your waist, once more tugging you in the direction he wanted. You comply without another word, allowing Tommy to lead you into the parking lot without even asking him where he's taking you.
"Does your daddy know where you are?"
"What I do with my life is none of his business." You say with the sort of confidence that doesn't come naturally to someone as young as you. "I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want."
Tommy thinks all of those statements are lies, but he doesn't comment on it. Instead, he simply smiles and opens the passenger door of his truck, helping you inside; your shiny skirt is short enough that he gets a view of the baby pink panties underneath, his mouth going dry at the sight of it. The truck's engine rumbles quietly as Tommy speeds away from the parking lot, one of his hands on the steering wheel, the other loosely over the stick shift; he wants to reach out, touch you or pull your hand towards him, but Tommy knows better than to make the first move— He needs you to think it was all our idea, that the first move had come from you; no matter that Tommy had been the one to drag you away from the bar, or that it was to Tommy's apartment that he was driving to without asking for your input.
You manage to contain yourself for five blocks, which is more than he thought you would, considering the way you kept shifting in your seat, naked thighs pressing together. In the brief interactions the two have had over the years, you had always seemed so eager to please, so willing to give yourself away for any ounce of attention. It was Stephen's fault, certainly, but Tommy wasn’t going to complain— Not when he felt deft fingers run up his thigh shyly, as if they weren’t sure they were allowed to be there. Tommy kept his eyes forward as he took your hand and dragged it closer to his crotch.
"Do you make a habit out of this, pretty girl?" Tommy kept his eyes on the road. "Goin' home with men old enough to be your daddy?"
"You're younger than my dad." Despite the shyness at first, you seem to fall into your element quite easily, the heel of your palm grinding down against the fly of Tommy's trousers.
"Still twice your age."
"I like experienced men. Lots that I can learn." Your voice was low, an attempt at seduction that was somewhat better than the last time the two of you had been together, but still overall so fresh it bordered on innocence. The leather creaks when you shift, one knee tucked underneath you and your entire body turned to Tommy now, the hand cupping over his crotch bolder as Tommy's cock hardened underneath it. "Can still call you daddy if that’s what you want."
"Bet you can." Tommy snorted. He was certain he could get you to say anything he wanted with minimal effort by that point. "But you'll stick to Mr. Miller for now, yeah?"
"Of course, Mr. Miller." You smile at him, and the coyness of your grin doesn't quite match the sharpness of your eyes.
"Tighter."
"Hm?"He brings his hand back over yours, fingers intertwining as he cups himself a little tighter than you had been doing. You understand immediately, applying just enough pressure to have him groaning. "Like that, Mr. Miller?"
"Just like that, pretty girl. Why don't ya pull 'im out, hm? Put 'im in your mouth like last time?"
You beam at him, eyes shiny as you clumsily unbuckle his belt. "You remember that?"
"Of course I do. How could I ever forget the softest mouth my cock's ever seen?"
You open your mouth again and Tommy isn't sure if you're about to call him out on not keeping his promise of staying in touch. He doesn't want to have that conversation with his cock sticking out of his pants — doesn't want to have that conversation at all, really — so he brings his hand to the back of your neck and pushes your head down lightly, not enough to be forceful but enough to get you to focus on the task at hand. Your tongue is shy at first, much like the rest of you, bent over the seat as you swirl the tip of your tongue over the head of his cock, teasing the slit as your warm hand pumps the rest of him. And then you sink onto him without preamble, the head of his cock nudging against the ripples on the roof of your mouth, taking him in as far as you could.
Tommy is surprised by how much he missed your mouth. The first time hadn't been even close to the best blowjob he's ever gotten, sloppy in technique but you'd been quite enthusiastic about it, letting him fuck your mouth with your hands clasped behind your back. You have a little more finesse this time around, flicking your wrist as you bob your head up and down, tongue pressing down onto his shaft as you do.
"Fuck, just like that—" His feet hits the gas pedal just a little harsher than needed when you pull back to lick a wide strip to the side of his cock. Tommy reaches over above you, yanking your skirt upwards; it bunches around your waist, and you immediately change your position, raising your hips as high as you possibly can while being folded over him. He leans in, grabbing as much of your ass as he can without crashing the car, hips bucking into your mouth when you groan around him.
The movement makes you gag, your throat constricting against the tip of his cock and he feels like he might've gone blind for a second. He allows you to pull back momentarily, and you take deep gulps of air before swallowing him down again.
"You got better at this. Been sucking off a lot of ya daddy's friends?" Tommy mumbles, his hand flying to the back of your neck. He runs past a red light, barely paying attention to the road, his entire focus on the way your hand sneak down into his trousers, cupping his balls. "—Careful now, pretty girl."
"He isn't your friend." You reply, a trail of open mouthed kisses down the underside of his cock. "He doesn't like you at all. Thinks you're a loose canon."
"Well, I am fuckin' his daughter." Tommy chortles, the sound cutting off when you gag on his cock again. He wanted to drive home, get you crawling on his floor and begging for his cock, but Tommy has never been good at self-control. So instead he pulls the car into the first parking lot he sees— A restaurant that was already closed, the parking lot empty and half-shrouded in darkness. "Panties off. Now."
You obey without a second of hesitation, pulling the pink fabric down your thighs, skirt still hiked up. You go pliantly when he tugs you into his lap, pussy bare and glistening against his cock. Tommy pushes two fingers inside of you without preamble, the heel of his hand grinding against your clit; you preen under his touch, puffy lips stretching into a lazy smile as you grind against his hand.
"So wet," Tommy praises, his lips latching onto your neck. He's well past the age of making out in his car and leaving hickeys on a pretty girl's neck but he can't help himself, biting down and sucking on the skin harsh enough to leave a mark, his cock leaking at the thought of you walking around with the shape of his teeth on your neck, of your asshole of a father seeing what he did to you. "Is this all f'me? Or is it because I'm mouthin' off your daddy?"
Tommy kept his hand still, two fingers still inside of you, watching the way you grind your hips against him, fucking yourself on his fingers.
"Shut up and fuck me, Tommy." He bit down onto the juncture of your neck to your shoulder hard, making you yelp and buck above him. "I mean— Fuck, shut up and fuck me, Mr. Miller."
"Greedy lil' thing, aren't ya? Can't even ask nicely." Tommy tuts and pulls his fingers from you, one hand pushing on your sternum to get you to lean back and the other steadying his cock. You hold yourself taut, probably to keep from leaning back on the horn, one hand gripping Tommy's shoulder, the other on the grab-handle above the window.
He pushes the head of his cock against your clit, your slick and his pre-cum wetting the way, sliding easily against your folds. You whine, hips bucking against his. Tommy slides his cock down, the head catching onto your entrance before he pulls it back to your clit. It's torture, there's nothing he wants more than to sink into you, but he knows you need some manners— Specially when fucking him.
"Is this what you want, sugar?"
"No, please— I need you to fuck me, Mr. Miller." Another slow thrust against your clit and you moan loudly, fingernails digging painfully into his shoulder. "Please, Mr. Miller. Please fuck me."
"You gon' be good to me, pretty girl? Mind your manners and do as I tell ya?"
"Anything." You gasp, hips pushing against him once more. "I'll do anything, just—"
Your words are cut off when Tommy pulls you down onto his lap, cock sheathing inside of you in one swift move. You keen, head thrown back; he knows it's a stretch, can feel your walls struggling to adjust to his size; Usually, Tommy would've taken his time, prepped you properly to take him, but he simply couldn't stop himself; he leaned back, staring down at the place where the two of you were connected. You've gone entirely still above him, not yet used to his size by the time Tommy starts moving, his hands on your hips as he dictates the pace, forcing you up and down on his cock.
"You're so big." You whine above him, eyes closed and head tilted back "I— Fuck, never had anything this big—"
Tommy latched his mouth to your neck again, painting the other side with another bite mark, suckling onto the skin like he planned to do with your tits later, when he finally manage to get you sprawled naked on his bed. He shifts in his seat, feet planted firmly on the ground as he bucks his hips upwards to meet your downward thrusts; the move makes you keen, a loud noise that goes straight to the bottom of his spine.
"Right there, sugar?"
"Yes, holy fuck Tommy, yes, right there right there right—" You babble, and otherwise Tommy might've stopped his movements to call you out on not using the proper title but he can feel you're already close, cunt squeezing him so tight Tommy thinks he might combust.
It was a beautiful thing, to watch you fall apart above him, a high pitched moan escaping your lips as you all but thrashes above him, hips stuttering. It doesn't take much for Tommy to follow along, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he thrust as deep as he could,holding your hips flush to his as he comes. The comedown is slow, his spent cock softening inside of you as you lean your weight against his chest, laughter bubbling through your chest.
"I don't think you've ever kissed me."
It's such an innocent comment, a throwaway observation that shows just how young you are. It's not a complaint, not really, but he can tell by the way you bite your lip and stare down at his that it's what you want— And yet you won't take it, you simply wait for him to make the first move, for him to allow you such a small thing. Tommy pressed his lips against yours, an open mouthed kiss that was still somehow chaste, sweeter and more understanding than he would've given anyone else. You rut slowly against his, his cock just on the side of oversensitive still inside of you; Tommy groans into your mouth and the sound only serves to spur you on, pushing just a little faster against him.
"You really are a greedy lil' thing." He mumbles against your lips, big hands clutching to your sides to hold you still. "I just made you come and you're already wantin' another one."
"Yes," You mewl, and then whine when Tommy pushes you off of him, an honest to God pout on your lips.
"Get back on yer seat." He orders, tucking himself back into his trousers before starting the car. You blink at him, something akin to hurt flashing through your face before you acquiesce, searching for your underwear on the floor. "Did I tell ya to put 'em back on?"
Your legs press tightly against one another, and you immediately drop the fabric back to where it'd been. "No, Mr. Miller."
"That's right." Tommy pulls out of the parking lot without looking back at you, his forehead just a little sticky from sweat, hair sticking to the side of his temples. "Open your legs f'me. One foot on the dash, the other on the seat."
You obey, shuffling around until you're in the position he asked for, spread wide for him, your back against the door. Pussy in full display, it's hard for Tommy to keep his eyes on the road and not on you, his come and your slick trickling out of you. Your cunt flutters around nothing when you realize he's watching, and Tommy needs to grip the steering to keep his hands off of you.
"Circle your clit. Slowly." You do as you're told, head tilting back against the window, a breathy sigh leaving your lips. Tommy's eyes are pulled back to you before they snap towards the road, this time actually slowing down at the stop sign. The street's almost empty, a single car idle next to his; Tommy nods to the man in the car next to his. "Wanna give 'im a show, pretty girl? Take your top off."
"Anything you want." He can see the way his words make you shiver. Tommy turns the light inside the truck, basking you in the yellowed light. You tug your sequin top over your head, letting it fall to the ground before kneading your breast, the other hand still making small circles on your clit. Tommy wants nothing more than to bend over and lick his own come off of you but instead he simply leans back on his seat, knowing it would give the car next to his the full view of your little performance.
"Put a finger inside your little pussy f'me." You push your index and middle finger, and Tommy gives your calf a light pinch. "I said one."
"Mr. Miller, please." You pull a finger away, fucking yourself slowly with just one digit. "I need more. Please."
"No. Just one. You've been greedy enough tonight."
You whine, brows furrowed and you twist your nipple, but you don't complain anymore. The red light turns green. Neither car starts.
"You think he's watching?" You ask, almost shyly, but the grin on your lips is downright devilish.
"I know he is, pretty girl. That's what you need, isn't it? Everyone watchin' you, wantin' you."
"Yes." The heel of your hand grinds down on your clit, and he can see from the way you're maneuvering your hand that the single finger you have inside isn't really reaching the place you need the most; Tommy almost feels bad, almost breaks and allows you another one; instead he simply reaches over, the tip of his finger circling around your entrance, not really pushing in. "Do you want me, Mr. Miller?"
The question is laughable, considering it is his cum leaking out of you, but Tommy can tell that you mean it, eyes blinking owlishly at him. The tip of his finger meets yours inside of you, your breath stuttering. "You know that I do. Haven't been able to stop thinkin' about how you let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours on your birthday."
"You never called. You said you would, and then—" Your words are cut off by Tommy, who leans in and sucks your tit into his mouth. The car next to his speeds off, honking loudly. The stoplight goes from green to yellow, Tommy plunging his finger deep inside of you, teeth scraping against your nipple. He knew this would come up: It always did, especially with girl as young as you, but Tommy was nothing if not efficient when it came to distractions. You try to pull your hand away but he doesn't allow it, his larger one dwarfing yours as he keeps it in place, his finger pumping in and out of you in tandem with your own. "I'm gonna— I'm gonna come again, Tommy, I—"
He pulls his hand away, mouth unlatching for you tit. You made a sound that is half a groan, half a growl, disappointment written all over your face. "You really don't know how to follow some simple orders, do ya? What did I tell ya to call me?"
"Mr. Miller." You say, blinking at him when he pushes your hand away from your cunt. "Please, I was just about to come."
"I know. But it's the second time you disobey me like that, so you don't get to come." Tommy starts the car again, hungry eyes never leaving your pussy. "Pull your skirt down and sit straight."
"I'm sorry, I'll do better. Please, Mr. Miller, I—" His raised eyebrow is enough to shut you, finally complying to what's been asked. You sit next to him straight as a rod, staring down at the hands on your lap like a chastised schoolgirl.
The short drive to his apartment complex is silent, but heavy with something else. Something more. Tommy's already getting hard again, thinking of all the things he could possibly do to you, the things you would allow him to just to get on his good graces again.
