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In the back seats. Ideal for bad days.

—pre-outbrake!Tommy Miller x reader.

It was written especially for game!Tommy, but you can still read it imagining the version of show!Tommy without any problem. There are not many specific details.

I really need more content about my man.

content; light angst. fluff. suggestive. gn!reader. age gap (not extreme) . hint of secret encounters. no use of y/n. nothing completely explicit. i wanted to start with something light, be patient with me haha. sit on lap. not defined features or body, so feel safe. my ‘daddy issues’ can be reflected a little-a lot. wc; 1,1K.

a/n; I could be said that this is a small ‘teaser’, you know, to test the waters before deciding to write something longer and more detailed. So I apologize in advance if you feel it's too short or rushed. I would also like to mention that English is not my first language, so really sorry for any grammatical error! written in the app, btw!

Maybe this was all you needed.

No, this was definitely all you needed.

The warmth of his body against yours, his strong arms holding you firmly, making you feel safe. Protected. Allowing you to hide in the hollow of his neck while your tears soak his shirt, letting you feel vulnerable for the first time without embarrassment about it. Big hands traveling down your back, sneaking inside your clothes where his calloused touch leaves soft caresses, causing chills in your skin. You wished that everything would stay like this, that you could stay the rest of your life in his arms without having to worry about anything or anyone else—the pain didn't exist when you were with him.

You clung tightly, as if you were afraid that at any moment he would leave you.

Apparently Tommy seemed to realize it, reading you like a completely open book—that or probably he just could really read minds. You feel his face sliding all over your neck, stopped once he was close enough to your ear. “Do you want to talk ‘bout it?” He whispered in a soft and low tone, giving you some tickling.

You shook your head, a ‘no’ escaping as a whisper from your lips—at least not now. You hadn't said much in a long time, and you feared that, if you started speaking, the only thing that would come out of your mouth would be meaningless babbling for the moment your voice began to break. You wanted to spare yourself the shame and the effort. Not to mention that, most of the energy you had during the day, had been completely drained from your body.

Man, a really bad day.

Bad days.

Those kind of bad days that end up giving you a terrible k.o in the confines of your bed once you step on your room. Those that take away your ability to feel emotions and you only have a blank head and an empty chest. With a strong painful knot suffocating your throat, and no matter how much saliva or water you swallowed, it was still there. Waiting so patiently for you to have enough courage to cry.

And today was one of those days, which left you spending the whole afternoon watching the ceiling as if you depended on it. Tried to process what happened, what you felt, a why. Hoping that Tommy have read your message and maybe, just maybe, come to see you earlier than it used to be—despite how risky it would be if a neighbor caught both of you. Today you needed him more than ever. You needed to get into his arms, sit on his lap in the back of his old jeep, and above all, listen to his voice. You needed it so much that at one point it was embarrassing.

But apparently the universe thought you were being very demanding.

For the bad news, your previous wish was not fulfilled; Tommy's work had become heavier, ruling out the possibility that he would arrive earlier to your house. That left you impatient, waiting for the night to fall quickly while you moved all over your bed. Looking at the clock every couple of minutes that passed, until it marked 12:00 o'clock at night. The usual time.

You waited.

Listening to the ‘click clack’ of the clock above your bed.

And when you heard your phone vibrate with the arrival of a new message and the white light sneaking through the openings in your curtains, you wasted no time. You got out of bed so quickly that you felt dizzy, tripping slightly with your feet on your way to the window. You watched Tommy's gray Jeep park on the side of the street, just a few meters away from your house to avoid attracting too much attention—in case by pure chance someone saw him.

You walked away from the window as soon as you heard the engine turn off, hurrying to grab your sweatshirt and the pair of shoes you had thrown in the corner of your room. Once you made sure that everyone at home was sleeping, you met Tommy, who was patiently waiting for you outside. His body leaned in the worn gray of the old jeep, a slight smile illuminating his face when he watched you walk out the door. You hadn't even let him greet you before you were already in his arms; just when your body remembered the effect he had on you, you burst into tears. The tears you hadn't managed to release.

“Oh, hey, hey, hey… what happened?” You didn't answer and it was enough for him. Tommy didn't say another word; he was silent, letting you be, wrapping his arms around you a short time later. You don't remember how long you two lasted like this, but what you actually can remember is the warmth of his hand wrapped around yours, guiding you to the passenger seat. The heat of his hand now taking place on your thigh, moving down to your knee where he left sweet caresses while he was in charge of driving to his house.

You two didn't enter once you were there, instead you stayed outside parked on the porch. Being right where you were now, on his lap in the back seats. Making you reaffirm that this was what you needed.

His lips brushed against your cheek, where he planted a kiss before moved away. “It’s alright, I gotch’ you,” You felt the emptiness of one of his hands leave its place inside your shirt, only to feel it some time later cardle the cheek that he had not kissed. Separating at a slow pace your face from where it was lying hidden in his neck. “Just want to see your pretty face, m’kay?” He murmured when he felt you tense up at his action, comforting you with a soft laugh behind his words “You haven't let me see you and I miss you, y’know?”

He took the time to admire each of your features once he had you face to face—as if he hadn't seen you in years. “There you go,” he earning a weak and small smile from you, which he didn't hesitate to return. By this time both hands now cradled your face with affection—fearing that it could break at any moment if something like that was possible—his thumbs wiped the odd rebellious tears and his eyes searched for your lost gaze. A characteristic glow in them once they finally met yours.

“Let's make you feel good, what'd you think?”

The sweetness of a kiss melting on your lips when you nodded. His hands filled again the void they had left inside your shirt, and his fingers traced back that familiar path on the skin of your back, going down with that characteristic slowness until they found the hem of your shirt, pulling it.

Tommy always knew where to touch and where not.

How to treat you correctly.

And above all, he was an expert in how make you feel good.

© dabflies.

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