mountain dew
ft: tommy miller x f!reader
warnings!: mdni 18+, p in v, smut, fingering, banter, praise, smut w little to no plot
wc: 900+
note: first kinktober post hope you like it!
Tommy Miller was a menace, a charmer, as a matter of fact. He knew it. Hell, everyone knew it. You prided yourself on being the exception, the one woman in town who hadn’t fallen under his sweet-talking, cowboy-hatted spell. Being his friend and nothing else, you had drawn that line, and there was no crossing it, but to be honest with yourself, it was a struggle.
That damn Texan drawl, the slutty mustache, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room, and it didn’t help your feelings either that he was currently standing in your living room smelling of clean sweat and sawdust, smiling like an idiot.
You had just moved in and needed help setting up the Ikea table you had bought, so he, in his own words, ‘pinky promised’ to come over after work to set it up for you. You guys have a silent agreement: he eats all the food in the direct vicinity, and you get built furniture, of course not without normal Tommy bullshit.
“Y’know, I’ve been telling Joel he needs to get laid; all he does is sit around the house and go to minivan dad soccer meetups,” he said, picking up the instructions and sitting crisscross on the floor.
You snorted, unpacking the last box in the kitchen. “Maybe he’s happy being the boring miller.” “Maybe,” he retorted, glancing at you and giving a shit-eating grin.
He stands up at a swift pace, stalking towards the fridge. You swivel your head to see him searching for anything he can get his hands on. “I thought you were going to build the table.” You cock your head towards him. “I am, but it isn’t right not t’feed the handyman.”
He says, grabbing a take-out container like he owned the place, “Miller, for someone who eats as much as you do, you’re quite buff.” You muttered under your breath, thinking the only person who heard was you and the toaster you were currently unpacking, but alas, among all the other pros of Tommy Miller, apparently super hearing was one of them. You didn't realize until his breath hit the back of your neck.
Hovering just inches away from you, his hot breath trickling down your spine, creating a hot pool coiling in your stomach, a mix of butterflies and lust, “That almost sounded like a compliment,” placing his hands on the counter in front of you, and, to be honest, his words and being caged by his strong arms only made the waterfall in your pants Better if that's possible
You didn't quite know what took over you; maybe it was the hot lust of the moment, but the tension between broke the tightrope you had been walking finally snapped, and there was definitely no going back.
You turn your head to meet his, pausing for a beat to soak in the eyes of the man before you, and then your lips connect with his in a passion-filled kiss, lips grazing your teeth. He lets out a breathy groan, pulling away to grab your hip. “You should probably stop touching me like that—unless you plan on finishing what you started,” your voice sounds husky. “Who says I plan on stopping?”
“Don’t tempt me,” you say, putting your head to his. "What if I want to?" he says before catching you in an open-mouthed kiss, letting you explore his mouth. "Fuck!" he utters, feeling the growing erection grow on your thigh.
Before you knew it, you were being hoisted up onto the kitchen counter by Tommy's veiny hands in a smooth motion. His hands were slipping to your inner thigh, making lazy circles. His mouth came to the shell of your ear, making you shiver. “I’ve wanted this since the moment I met ya.”
You clasp your fingers in his waistband, succeeding a low groan plummeting out of his lips, letting your fingers unclasp his pants, tugging them down with his boxers, letting his hard, veiny cock with pre-cum leaking out spring up.
He slowly removes the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare, letting his slim fingers wander into your wet folds. “Is this all f’me, honey?” All you muster is a small nod as his fingers push into your weeping hole. You let out a strangled moan at the sensation as he starts slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you.
“Tommy, please, more. I need you.” You cry out as his hand retracts from your hole and reaches down to his member to line himself up. “It’s ok, you’re doing amazing.” He lets out a breathy groan as he sinks down into your wet cunt. You wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to bottom out. “Let me hear ya, sweetheart.”
He begins to thrust in and out with an agonizing pace. “You're doing so good for me, baby.” His words allow you to break right there and unravel into a million pieces. It didn't take long for the pool coiling in your stomach to finally burst. You came all over his cock, coating it in each other's juices and breathing heavily.
With a shudder, you could feel his member twitching inside of you as you felt his hot cum coat the walls of your cunt in spurts. “You were such a good girl for me,” he said still out of breath, as he cupped your cheek and peppered kisses across your neck.
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