Imagine: Boy Toy

Part 39: Sit on My Face

You were roused the next morning by the faint buzzing of someone's phone. You opened your eyes to find Tom still holding you tightly as he slept. You shifted some, stretching your legs out, trying not to disturb him. He stirred a bit and mumbled something incoherently. You rolled over to look at him. The sun spilling in seemed to make him glow. You never noticed before how much red he had in his hair. Spots of stubble sprinkled his chin and cheeks,and his lips were parted slightly, taking in air. The things those lips could do. You smiled to yourself.
Boy oh boy, Y/N, you have gotten yourself into something deep here, haven't you?

You thought about last night and cringed with embarrassment at how you just poured everything out onto him. All of it. Like, whyyy, Y/N?

You covered your eyes with your palm, and groaned softly.

It was all basically a blur. Once those floodgates opened, though, you knew you wouldn't be able to hold back. But the whole time you spoke, you just kept reliving everything and weren't really paying attention to any of his reactions.

What did he think of you now? Relax, Y/N, it's not like you killed someone.

No, I just pretty much told him that I cheated on my husband, got my heart broken twice by the same guy, first when he dumped me, twice when he died, aaaaannnnd I'm such an emotional fuck up that I left my career and fled across the Atlantic to be alone. Total girlfriend material. Not that word again, Y/N.

That buzzing sounded again . You sat up surveying the bedroom. You remembered your phone landing somewhere in the living room as clothes were being ripped off. You strained to look down the hallway as if you'd be able to spot your phone from here.

"Good morning," Tom whispered in your ear, his voice was raspy and low. His breath on your skin made you shiver and break out into goosebumps.

"Good morning, Underoos,"you turned around and smiled at him.

"What time is it," he asked resting his head sleepily on your shoulder.

"I have no idea. I think my phone is still on the sex sofa somewhere."

"That sofa is going to need a deep cleaning," Tom chuckled.

"More like a deep spiritual cleansing," you laughed.

"I'm talking burning sage and incantations. A whole lotta sin went down on that couch last night."

"That's not the only thing that went down last night - wink wink, nudge, nudge, know what I mean, know what I mean?" Tom's face lit up and he nudged you, giving an overexaggerated wink.

"You're too young for Monty Python references," you scoffed, trying not to laugh at him. Stupid, lovable dork.

Tom feigned shock, "How dare you?! I'm English. We're never too young for a Python reference."

"Fair enough," you smirked, "Just don't start singing 'Sit on My Face.'"

He wiggled his eyebrows at you and started singing comically.

🎶Sit on my face and tell me that you love meeeee. I'll sit on your face and tell you I love youuu🎶

"Oh my god - stop!" you laughed, pulling the covers over your face so you didn't have to witness this ridiculous display. But being the persistent boy that he was, he continued singing and slowly pulled the covers off and crept closer to you.

🎶I love to hear you oralize, when I'm between your thighs, you blow me awaaaayy🎶

"This is not turning me on at all," you protested, "I'm so embarrassed for you right now. Stop."

You said, shaking your head but your cheeks were aching from laughing so hard.

He slithered on top of you evidently with no intention of stopping.

🎶Life can be fine if we both sixty-niiiiine🎶

You covered your face with your hands, almost in tears, "I can't even look at you right now."

"You don't have to," he said. You pulled your hands away and he was grinning at you.

"Oh, so you do have an 'Off' button!" you joked.

"And I believe you have an 'On' one," he smirked, then kissed your lips quickly before planting more kisses all the way down your body. He was damn right about that.