Y/n sat on the sofa filming Thomas as he stood playing his guitar in the Livingroom playing the opening of smoke on the water, he saw her filming and smiled at her "hi honey"
"Hi" she giggled "Why must you be better then me at everything?"
"Because you give up with everything after five minuets."
"Shut up"
"You shut up"
"Fuck you and your talent"
"You are talented."
"Am I? what am I talented at Thomas?"
"You make fucking orgasmic Victoria sponge cake"
"Thanks" she sighed
"What you do! and you can wake me up in the morning"
"That's not a talent Thomas."
"It takes a lot of key skills"
"No it takes an air horn, a cup of coffee, and sometimes a blow job"
"Those are a very particular set of skills."
"Yeah useful for getting you out of bed and little else." she laughs "Can I come play with your Instrument Thomas?"
"Aww course you can sweetie darling."
Y/n then set her phone or camera whatever she had been filming on, down on the arm of the sofa still pointed at Thomas and still recording, and got up standing behind a very excited smirking Thomas, and she began fiddling with the strings and such of the guitar
"Ooh... you meant the actual guitar?"
"what did you think I meant?"
"the me"
"Did you think I wanted to play with your dick?"
"A little bit yeah, I'm not gonna lie I'm slightly disappointed"
"Are you horny is that the issue here right now?"
".... Little bit"
"Well, you haven't changed the bed yet so.... that's a you problem" she laughs going elsewhere
"The bed isn't dirty y/n"
"it needs changing"
"No it doesn't"
"Who Jizzed themselves all over our bed?"
"..... I did"
"Who made a mess of our bed?"
"I did." he sighed
"So who's gonna clean it."
"I am"
"Good boy, now if you want sexy time mush! and clean the bed."
"can't we just fuck on the sofa ?"
"No! I just cleaned those cushions your dirty little bastard"
"Can't I bend you over the table?"
"No! we eat dinner there I am not fucking were we eat!"
"..... Banister?" He suggested
"Yeah? and get a twisted ankle like last time Thomas?"
"Ahh good point. Kitchen counter?"
"Don't fuck were we eat Thomas"
"Ughhh fine. Can we at least do it on the floor?"
"No"
"what's wrong with the floor?"
"I just cleaned the carpet"
"bathroom?"
"No you lost a spider in there earlier remember."
"Ohh yeah." He nods "..... How about bent over my shed table?"
"No! don't you have paint drying in there?"
"Ohh yeah I'm painting my fuel tank. Garden grass?"
"No the buns have been out there"
"fine! can we go have sex in the hot tub?"
"....... Alright"
"WOOOOOO!" he smirked quickly putting his guitar back on its stand and ran out in the direction y/n went throwing his shirt as he went.
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The Scandal (Thomas Brodie Sangster)
FanfictionThe scandal of it all! Tbs has long been a feature of y/n's videos online but maybe the cameras been catching more then anyone realizes. And after all this time and all these videos, an editor decides she's had enough of hiding there secret.
