"Hey babe, how you feeling?"
Tom's voice sounded distant but it was just the effects of the anaesthetic. You squinted to look at him, fluorescent lights bright, and groaned a little. Lifting your hand, you tried to pull the oxygen mask off your face.
"No, no, don't touch it" he scolded, warm hands taking yours and bringing them to his lips.
"S'time?" you asked groggily, voice muffled by the mask. It hurt a little to breathe, the cold air of the mask drying out your mouth and throat; it felt like when you were getting a cold.
"It's 5:30, you were under for three hours" Tom replied. His hair looked a little dishevelled and he smelt like old coffee. Somehow he looked his usual devastatingly handsome self.
You rolled onto your side and clasped his hands to your chest. His thumbs traced circles on your hands as your eyelids began to droop and it was at that moment that a nurse came bursting in, jolting you awake.
"How are we? Any signs of life?". Her voice was loud and jarring, and you gave her a look which only made her chuckle. "How about we make you more comfortable?" she said, moving to remove your mask. You nodded and breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled it off your face.
You winced as she removed the IV line from your hand; you hated needles and felt the familiar roar of your heart pounding in your ears, your vision spotting, body threatening to embarrass you by fainting. Fortunately you were lying down so you focused on breathing deeply until the roar dissipated to a dull rush that you could mostly ignore.
The nurse had started to gently prod your face and despite the numbness of your cheeks you could tell they were really swollen. "Right, now when the doctor discharges you it's straight to bed for rest and recovery." Your mind wandered to all the things you could do in the bedroom and you missed the rest of her instructions. "Y/N, did you hear what I said?" she asked, hands on her hips.
"Mhmm" you mumbled shyly, hiding your face in the pillow.
"I've got it all, thank you" Tom said. You peeked up at him and he gave you a cheeky wink.
"Don't forget she's got stitches in her mouth, so no funny business" said the nurse and Tom's cheeks went bright pink. You once again buried your face in the pillow to hide your smile, which felt weird with a numb mouth.
"Yep, no we, uh, we won't do...that" Tom finished lamely, floundering under the nurse's stern gaze. She humphed and left the room. Tom gave a long sigh and shook his head, looking at you ruefully. "You're the one with the dirty mind but I'm the one that gets in trouble" he grumbled.
You shifted and moved to sit up but the anaesthesia remaining in your system made the world spin and you fell back onto the pillows, groaning. Tom chuckled at you and brushed your hair out of your face. Slowly the room righted itself, the swirling and tilting settling along with your churning gut.
"It'll pass, it's because you've just woken up" Tom murmured reassuringly, leaning over to kiss your swollen cheeks. "You look pretty cute right now. Like a squirrel or chipmunk"
You humphed and made to sit up again, slower this time. The room didn't spin as much and you looked down at your hospital gown. You had taken your bra off before going under and the room was cold. Your nipples poked through the flimsy material and you looked up at Tom and winked.
"The nurse just told you no funny business Y/N" Tom chided, but his eyes kept darting back to your nipples.
"Oh come on" you sulked. Your tongue felt too big for your mouth and you didn't sound as sexy as you wanted to.
"Nope. I am not bringing the wrath of that nurse upon us Y/N. Besides, you're on some strong drugs and you'd probably fall asleep if I even tried" he reasoned, giving you a kiss on the forehead.
As he said that you tried to stifle a yawn, to no avail. Tom gave you a knowing look and you had the grace to concede that you were pretty smashed. It was like being drunk, minus the fun and alcohol.
"Can you help me into my clothes please?" you asked.
"Of course Darling"
With Tom's help you removed the hospital gown and pulled on your leggings and favourite sweater. You lay back on the bed and dozed as you waited for one of the doctors to discharge you. An hour later, and a reminder to take your pills with food, you were bundled into the car and on your way home.
Tom hummed along to the radio and you watched him, giggling whenever he made a face. You reached out to run your hand along his arm but found your hand creeping across his thigh towards his member.
"Y/N" he said sternly, left hand grabbing yours before you could reach his crotch. "What did we just go through?"
You decided to feign innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Can't I touch my boyfriend?" you tried to sound insulted but you just sounded tipsy.
"Nice try. I know you too well" Tom replied, lips curled up into a handsome smirk. "How is it that you are horny post operation? You just had all four wisdom teeth removed! I was useless when I had one pulled".
**
Finally home you were delighted to get into bed, your elation spoilt when you accidentally hit yourself in the face as you readjusted the covers. Despite the drugs and remaining anaesthesia, it hurt a lot and you winced, clutching your face as you waited for the pain to subside.
"Y/N? What's wrong? Are you ok?" Tom's asked nervously as he walked back in, glass of water in hand. He quickly dashed over to the bed and began to fuss over you.
You waved your hand at him and hissed "I'm fine", quickly giving up and letting him pry your hands from your face.
"Did you pull a stitch? Are you sure you're ok? Do you want an ice-pack?" he asked, examining your swollen cheeks, as if he would even know what to look for. It was cute.
Your wrists still ensconced in his hands, you gave him a look. "I'm fine Tom, I just hit myself in the face by accident. But an ice-pack would be nice"
Happy to do something, he quickly jumped off the bed and headed for the kitchen. You settled into the bed, this time careful of your face, and waited for his return. He came back with the ice pack the hospital had given you - two rectangular ice packs in some cloth that you could tie to your head. It wasn't cute but the cool sensation of the ice against your puffy cheeks was blissful.
You sighed and closed your eyes, pain nearly unnoticeable thanks to the ice. Tom snuggled in next to you and you rested your head against his chest, his right hand tracing the curve of your spine. You groaned a little when he worked his thumb into your perennially aching shoulder blades and he shifted, grunting a little in response.
"What?" you mumbled.
"Nothing" he replied, but his tone deceived him. You propped yourself to look at him.
"What?" you repeated, looking into his eyes.
He blushed a little and gently pulled your head back onto his chest. "It's just...when you make that noise...it's...uh, it's a very sexy noise"
You perked right up and looked at him again. His cheeks were in full bloom and he had his lower lip caught between his teeth. You leaned forward and gently attached your lips to his, his arms wrapping around you. Before he could push you off and tell you to get some sleep, you slipped your hand down his torso and beneath his sweats, quickly finding his half-erect member.
He gasped and jerked as your hand wrapped around him. He tried to wriggle out from under you but was too nervous about hurting you. You used this to your advantage, squeezing him and beginning to pump your hand up and down his length.
"No, no, Y/N you're supposed to - oh fu - be resting - fuck - you just - ugh - had surgery". His protestations got weaker as you worked your magic, massaging him into a full blown erection in no time.
"Nurse didn't say anything about handjobs" you cooed and he tried to give you a stern look. It was more of a desperate "Please-Stop-But-Don't-Stop" kinda look and as you kissed him again, you took one of his hands and slipped it up your sweater to grasp at your breasts. You whimpered into his mouth as his hands eagerly squeezed and groped, your hand pumping him faster and faster until -
"OH SHIT!" he exclaimed and you felt the hot ribbons of his cum shoot across your hand, coating it in the sticky substance. You slowed your movements, dragging out his orgasm as he twitched and cursed, his hands still up your sweater. You gave him a quick peck before leaning over to grab the box of tissues and cleaning you both up.
Tom looked at you and shook his head. "Still so full of surprises" he mused, grabbing some tissues and making sure you had got all of the gooey mess. "Now will you sleep?" he asked, eyebrow cocked.
"Mmhmm" you mumbled as you nestled back into his chest and promptly fell asleep.
**
"Oh Tom - oh yes - mmm, oh, yes, just like that" you groaned, Tom's tongue feasting upon your nipples as his fingers slid around your folds. "Mm - OH YES - oh - oh my God, where did you learn that move?!" you gasped.
You clutched Tom's head to your chest, fingers tangled in his curls, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you writhed from his machinations. You jerked your hips and whimpered as he picked up the -
"Y/N, wake up. Wake up" Tom gently shook your shoulders and you opened your eyes.
You realised you'd been dreaming. The ache in your core certainly felt real but your clothes were still on. You hoped you hadn't been writhing against Tom in your sleep.
"What were you dreaming about?" Tom asked cheekily.
"Oh...um...nothing, why?" you replied shyly. You wanted to hear what you had been doing or saying to wake him up.
"You were trying to get me to touch you and you kept moaning and saying my name". You could hear the smile in his voice and you blushed in the darkness.
"Oh that. Yeah...you know...just a dream" you replied lamely, inexplicably abashed by your horny subconscious.
"Would you like me to make it a reality?" he asked, voice low and silky.
You felt a tremor shiver along your body. "Yes" you whispered shakily, lying back as you felt him shift next to you.
"First, take your drugs. Else you're gonna wake up in the morning and feel like shit" Tom said, turning on the lamp and handing you your pills and water. You took them quickly and lay back down.
Tom turned the lamp off and aligned his body with yours. He tucked a hand under your neck and kissed you deeply, careful of your swollen face. His other hand found your form and moved underneath your sweater to grope your breasts. You gasped and arched your back, feeling your nipples grow hard under his finger tips.
"Good girl" Tom crooned and the ache in your core grew, panties dampening. He pulled your sweater up and your skin broke out in goosebumps from the cold air. As he attached his lips to your exposed nipples he slipped his hand down your leggings to your wet heat, just like in your dream.
You sighed as his fingers began to slip in and out of you, collecting your juices to tease your sweet spot, his teeth nibbling at your nipples, occasionally flicking them with his tongue. Your half-asleep druggy brain was revelling in Tom's touch and you jerked and gasped as he quickly unravelled you.
Your hands found his head and you clutched him to you as you arched your chest into his mouth, grinding your hips against his hand. His fingers slipped and slid faster and faster, and you felt the coil in your gut springing, ready for release.
"Oh shit" you gasped as you lost yourself in your orgasm, walls throbbing around Tom's fingers, which slowed but didn't stop. "Oh shit, Tom - wait, I - FUCK" you cried as you came again, moaning and whimpering as Tom slowed his fingers, which were coated in your juices.
As you quivered through the final throes of your second orgasm he gently removed his fingers, sucking them clean. He pulled down your sweater and kissed your face, lips hot and sticky against you cheeks.
"Sleep well my love" he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and spooning you.
You slipped back into the oblivion of sleep, aided by the drugs and your hormone happy brain.