Requested by Holland-Simp: In the middle of an argument, Tom calls Y/N annoying and tells her that he wants to break up. She begs him to stay, but he refuses and leaves. A week later, he comes back to get his stuff, and Y/N asks him to stay for a bit. One thing leads to another and they end up hooking up. When Y/N wakes up, Tom is gone, which really upsets her. Eventually, Y/N finds out that she's pregnant with Tom's baby.

"Seriously, when is it going to fucking stop?!" Tom yelled as we stood in the kitchen.

"How about when you start appreciating what I do around here!" I shouted back. His eyes widened.

"What YOU do?! Y/N, I work my ASS off to make sure that we have the life that we want, to make sure that you have your fucking designer clothes and bags, and have money to go out to fucking expensive places with your friends!" He shouted.

"There it is again, the ONE point that you always throw in my face! You're always an asshole about this, just because I don't go out and work like you do doesn't make my work of keeping the house and everything sorted any less important!" I hissed.

"There wouldn't be a house if it weren't for my money, Y/N, and you know that! I didn't even ask you to do that much today, but you couldn't even do that!" He retorted.

"I did EVERYTHING that I set out to do, it's not my fault if your standards are too fucking high! If it's so wrong, do it yourself next time!" I screamed.

"I can't because I'm WORKING! We both agreed that I'd work and you'd stay at home, that I'd earn the money and you'd do the domestic stuff, we were both fine with that!" He shouted.

"I am fine with that, until you start complaining about the state of the house, which I keep clean!" I returned, making him scoff and shake his head. Tom and I had been together for three years now, living together for one of those years. When I had moved in with him, we had decided together that I would be a stay-at-home girlfriend and would do the domestic stuff whilst Tom went out and worked. Both of us had been absolutely fine with this agreement and it had always worked well for us. Until a couple of months ago. Despite me always keeping the house clean and stocked up as much as possible, Tom had started to come home and would complain about stupid little things, like one of Tessa's toys not put away, or one dirty glass being left on the table. We'd now had this fight several times as a result of Tom coming home and, in my view, unfairly pointing something out, and I was starting to feel really under-appreciated by him.

"I can't deal with this fight anymore, love, it's so annoying, you're so annoying." He scoffed and shook his head, making my eyes widen at his words as he started to pace the floor in front of me.

"Fuck you, Tom! How dare you talk to me like that!" I shouted.

"Well, now I'm just about done talking to you at all." He mumbled.

"Fine, goodnight." I spat before turning on my heels to leave the kitchen.

"I want to break up." I stopped in my tracks at his words, my eyes wavering and my heart plummeting to my feet like it never had before at his words. I gulped harshly, tears already pricking my eyes as I turned around to face him again.

"What did you just say?" I asked quietly. He sighed and looked at me.

"All that we've been doing for the last few months is arguing and fighting, and I'm so tired of it, darling. I'm so tired of not wanting to come home as early, or inviting Jacob and Haz out for a drink so that I have an excuse to stay out for another couple of hours. I'm so tired of it all." He shook his head. My heart broke progressively more with every word that he uttered, my entire body starting to feel numb as I looked at him with increasingly blurry vision.

"Tom, all couples go through a rough patch, everyone has a few months of arguing, all we need to do is make it through that." I choked.

"Love, I'm sorry but this isn't that, I..." He gulped and looked down.

"You what, Tom? Just say it-."

"I'm not in love with you anymore." He admitted as he looked back up at me. I choked at his words, tears starting to freely leave my eyes as my entire world crumbled around me. My legs turned to jelly underneath me, forcing me to sit down at the table as I rested my hand against it to steady myself.

"Y-you don't mean that. Please tell me that you don't mean that." I cried and shook my head.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. Believe me, I did not want to hurt you like this, but we can't go on like this anymore. I'm sorry. We're done." He gulped before heading for the door. My eyes widened.

"Tom, don't leave, please, we can figure this out." I sobbed as I shot up and rushed after him.

"No, we can't, Y/N. I'm so sorry, but I can't help if those feelings aren't there for me anymore. I can't help not feeling what I used to for you. There isn't anything to figure out. I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am." He choked before opening the front door.

"Tom, please!" He shut the door, making me choke. Silence filled the house, my entire body feeling completely numb and not like my own as I just stared at the now shut door. My mind was desperately trying to figure out what had just happened, if my boyfriend of three years really had just broken up with me and said that he didn't love me anymore. I bit my lip and shook my head, tears silently streaming down my skin as I lay down on the sofa. I sobbed into my hands, my heart in pieces and my mind not sure what the fuck I was supposed to do now that the love of my life had left me. The love of my life...was gone.

~One week later~

The water streamed down my face and body, my hair slicked back as I stood in the hot shower. I had to admit that the water and steam felt good, especially given how sore my eyes were after a week of crying. It had been seven days since Tom had left me, and I had been in pieces since. This was the first shower that I had taken in that time. I had barely found the motivation to get up and dressed each day, it had just been a very shitty week and hadn't been helped by the fact that Tom hadn't texted or called either. He really was gone, and that was killing me. I sighed and turned the shower off, my hair dripping as I wrung it out before stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my body. I left the en-suite and headed into mine and Tom's bedroom to start getting ready for bed.

"Y/N? Are you here?" My eyes widened, my heart plummeting as I heard Tom's voice from outside of the room.

"Tom?" I called back. My eyes wavered as he appeared at the door with a duffel bag in his grasp, the boy gulping as his eyes flicked up and down my towel-covered body.

"Hey, um...s-sorry, maybe I should have called ahead, I, um, didn't realise that you'd be in the shower." He chuckled nervously as he walked into the room.

"What are you doing here, Tom?" I gulped.

"I'm here to get the rest of my things. I'm fine with you staying in this house, but I need to find somewhere else, and I need my stuff for that." He nodded. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I'm supposed to believe that you came to grab your shit at ten-thirty at night?" I scoffed.

"Look, I've been working all day, this was the only time that I could come. Please, love, don't read into this, you'll only hurt yourself." He sighed and shook his head. I gulped and nodded, tears pricking my eyes as he shot down my suggestion that he wasn't just here for his stuff. That maybe, he'd come back for me. But I was obviously wrong about that.

"Whatever. Take your time." I mumbled and shook my head as I went to the Chest of Drawers and opened the first drawer to grab some underwear. He sighed and gave me a small smile before heading to the wardrobe. I tried my hardest not to look at him, my eyes staying on my panties as a few tears slipped down my face and dripped onto the fabric. It was killing me that Tom was so close, he was literally in the same room as me for the first time in a week, and yet nothing was okay. I wasn't okay. Though, I doubted that I ever would be again once he left my life for good.

"Sorry, can I, um..." My breath hitched, my heart jumping in my chest as I felt Tom's hand on my waist gently move me to the side so that he could get to the drawers.

"R-right, sorry." I returned quietly as I moved for him. I gulped and looked at him over my shoulder, the boy's body so close to me that his chest was almost touching my partially naked back. And it was making my body go fucking crazy. He returned the look, making me gulp and try not to blush harshly as he made no effort to hide the fact that his gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips. But again, maybe I was reading into this when I shouldn't have been, like he'd said.

"Right, um, I think that that's all. See you later." He nodded before turning to the door.

"Tom, wait." I spoke before I could stop myself. My eyes widened at the fact that I'd actually spoken...and at the fact that he actually stopped. He turned back to face me, making me gulp harshly as I tried not to look as hot-under-the-collar as I felt.

"What is it, love?" He asked.

"How, um...how about you stay for a bit? I-it's late, we could watch a movie or something." I nodded as I walked towards him. He looked at me unsurely, though his eyes still flicked up and down my virtually naked body again as I got to him.

"Yeah, alright. A movie sounds good." He nodded. I returned it and bit my lip, both of our gazes on each other's lips as he started to lean down, and I started to lean up. And then it happened. I leant up and pressed our lips together, Tom returning it immediately as he dropped the duffel bag and raised his hands to my waist instead. I held his face in mine, my hands curling around his neck to pull him closer as he also pulled my body flush against his. He deepened the kiss, making me moan quietly into his mouth as he slipped his tongue into mine and dominated the intimate moment like he always did.

"This isn't a good idea, sweetheart." He mumbled as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck instead.

"Stop then." I breathed, my eyes fluttering shut and my mouth falling open at the feeling of him already nipping and biting at my skin.

"Fuck no, you've got me going now." He scoffed. I smirked at his words as his hands undid my towel, making the material drop to the floor to leave me naked. I squealed as he lifted me up and lay me down on our bed, my body against the sheets as he shrugged his jacket off before crawling over me. He leant down and attached his lips to my neck again, making me moan at the feeling as he kissed down my skin. My breathing became shallow and jagged as his lips and tip of his nose trailed down the valley of my breasts, my gaze following him and my hands resting in his hair as he kissed a perfect trail down my body that was screaming for him.

"Tommy, hurry." I gulped, my pussy now absolutely dripping as he pressed his soft lips to the skin of my stomach.

"All in good time, my love." He cooed, making me smirk and shake my head as he put my legs over his shoulders. Without wasting a second, he leant down and attached his lips to my clit.

"Fuck!" I cried out at the feeling, my back arching and my fingers curling in Tom's hair as he started to eat me out.

"God, you always taste like heaven, sweetheart." He mumbled against me, making me choke as him talking sent vibrations through me. The pleasure went straight to my stomach to make the knot start to form as he ate me out. Moans were already leaving my mouth, my mind having forgotten how amazing his lips and tongue felt working me as his lips sucked at my clit and his tongue dipped in and out of my folds. I pulled on his curls in an attempt to deal with the feelings, my body writhing and squirming underneath him as he worked wonders on where I needed him the most.

"Tommy, fuck, please." I choked.

"Does me eating you out feel good, darling?" He cooed teasingly.

"So good, please don't stop, fuck." I moaned. He smirked at my response as he curled his arms further around my legs and sprawled his hands out against my stomach to partially pin me down, the slight restraint only adding to the pleasure as the knot got tighter and tighter in my stomach. By this point, Tom was eating me like I was his last meal, the boy's entire face practically buried into my pussy as I watched his curly head dip in and out of me and devour every inch of me. My moans were bouncing off of the walls, none of me giving a single fuck that the neighbours could probably hear me as I got closer and closer to my first orgasm of the night.

"I'm getting close, babe, please, fuck." I choked, my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth hanging open as I ruthlessly pulled on his hair.

"I know, darling, cum for me, it's alright." He nodded as he pulled me closer and delved as far into me as he could. My body started to go rigid in preparation for what was about to hit, my entire being right on the edge of my climax. And then, it hit. I moaned loudly as the knot broke, my back arching off of the bed as my orgasm started to hit. Waves upon waves of pleasure started to roll through my body, my eyes squeezed shut and my legs shaking over Tom's shoulders as the feeling took over. It passed after a few seconds, making me sigh out and let my eyes flutter open again as Tom stood from the end of the bed. I bit my lip and looked at him as he pulled his t-shirt off before pulling his sweatpants and boxers down in one sweep to reveal his rock-hard dick.

"Fuck me." I scoffed, making him smirk as he crawled over my body and kissed back up my skin as he went.

"That's the plan." He teased before leaning down and smashing our lips together again. I returned it immediately, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands curling around Tom's neck to pull him closer as we kissed. Suddenly, I felt the pressure of him starting to push into me, making me sigh out in relief at the feeling of him inside of me.

"Holy shit, you feel amazing." He choked into the kiss as he bottomed out.

"So do you, Tommy. Move. Please." I nodded. He returned it, our lips continuing to mould together as he started to thrust. I choked at the feeling, my arms curling around his shoulders to bring him closer as the second knot of the night already started to build. He broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck again, my eyes fluttering shut at the perfect feelings of him nipping at my skin and thrusting into me. His tip was already hitting my g-spot perfectly with each thrust, my pussy still being sensitive from my first orgasm also helping me to get to my second one as he fucked me into next week.

"Tommy." I moaned into his ear as I wrapped the curls at the nape of his neck around my fingers and pulled gently.

"I know, love, you feel amazing too, fuck." He grunted into my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin and surely leaving hickeys as his forearms on either side of my head held his weight above me. The sound of our skin slapping together bounced off of the walls, the symphony of our moans and the smell of sex having filled the room as we both inched closer to our orgasms. My mouth hung open, my back arching to press my chest against Tom's as I locked my feet together behind his back.

"Are you close, sweetheart? Because I'm almost there." Tom moaned into my neck, the veins popping out of his arms and his hands clenching into fists as he chased his high and tried to get me to mine too.

"I'm close too, Tommy, so fucking close." I choked, making him nod as he continued to ram his hips into mine. I pulled him impossibly close, my body once again becoming still as it prepared for what was about to hit it. All it took was a few more thrusts, and I was there.

"Tommy, shit, fuck!" I cried out, my back arching into his chest as my second orgasm hit me like a train. My entire body shook underneath him as the pure euphoria took over, my mind not able to form even a single word as my mouth hung open and my eyes squeezed shut.

"Holy shit, love, fuck." Tom choked, his mouth hanging open against my neck and his hands desperately gripping the pillow as he came too. The hot feeling entered me, Tom's body going rigid and still on top of me for a few moments before he collapsed. We panted heavily, my eyes fluttering in exhaustion at what we had just done as we just lay there.

"Can I stay for the night? It's late, I don't want to drive." Tom mumbled quietly as he pressed a kiss to my neck. My eyes opened at his words, my heart jumping in hope that maybe this wasn't just break-up sex, but instead meant something.

"Sure, yeah. That's fine." I nodded as he pulled out of me. He sighed and lay down next to me, his arm immediately curling over my waist and pulling my back into his chest as we started to spoon.

"So, um...what does this mean? What did the sex mean?" I gulped as I looked over my shoulder at him.

"We can talk about it tomorrow. I want to sleep." he yawned, the boy's eyes closing and his curls landing against the pillow as he nuzzled his face into my hair. I sighed and gulped, my mind unsure of his suggestion, but knowing that I wouldn't get anything out of him when he was this tired as I turned back and also rested my head on my pillow. I sighed again and let my eyes flutter shut, my body more than happy to fall asleep in Tom's arms again, just like old times.

My eyes fluttered open, my lips parting in a yawn as my body slowly but surely got pulled out of sleep. I squinted as the harsh morning sun filled my vision, though my eyes adjusted soon enough to the influx as I opened them fully. I looked down at my naked body wrapped in the sheets, my heart jumping as I remembered what I'd done last night. More specifically, what I'd done with Tom. I gulped and looked over my shoulder, my eyes widening as the bed next to me was messy and empty.

"Tom?" I called out as I sat up, my hand holding the sheets against my chest as I looked around the room. My eyes moved to the floor, my heart dropping at the lack of his duffel bag there. He and his stuff was gone, clearly before I'd even woken up, and that fucking hurt. I grabbed my phone, tears pricking my eyes as I quickly went along to the text conversation with him and typed out a message before pressing 'send'.

Y/N: You're gone?

Y/N: So, just like that? You fuck me and then leave before I wake up?

I choked and shook my head, my heart now having been broken by this asshole too many times as I pressed 'call' before putting the phone to my ear. My eyes wavered as it went to voicemail, telling me that Tom had declined my call.

"Hey, Tom. You're gone, huh? Didn't want to talk about what last night meant after all, right? Don't worry, your actions spoke plenty loud enough. Have a nice life." I choked and shook my head before hanging up and throwing my phone down onto the bed. I lay back down, tears leaving my eyes as I just lay in my bed. My entire body felt numb once again, my heart completely empty. Last night, obviously wrongly, Tom sleeping with me had given me hope that we had a chance of trying again, that he wouldn't possibly fuck me unless he still loved me. That was breaking me. And I didn't know if I would ever be fixed again.

~Three months later~

I opened my front door, my heart in my throat as Tom stood there with his hands in his leather jacket pockets.

"Hey, love, you alright?" He asked as he leant down and kissed my cheek before moving into the house.

"I will be, once I tell you what I need to tell you." I gulped harshly, making him look at me as we sat down on my sofa. Since Tom and I had hooked up again three months ago, we had been weirdly civil to each other since. We still had the same friends and so had seen each other at parties and gatherings since, and had worked our way back to being friends. Though, I had the worst feeling that once I told him what I needed to, that would change again.

"What is it, darling? Your messages made it sound really urgent." He chuckled nervously.

"I-it is, I just, um...I need to figure out how I-I tell you." I stuttered as I looked anywhere but him.

"Just tell me, sweetheart-."

"I'm pregnant." I finally got out as I finally looked at him. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, making me gulp and nod as I bit my lip.

"You...you're what?" He scoffed.

"Yeah. I found out yesterday. Three pregnancy tests confirmed it." I nodded. He continued to just stare at me, his gorgeous chocolate eyes full of panic as he clearly tried to work out what to say.

"I-I mean...is it definitely mine? We used a condom the last time that we had sex, I swear to god that we did." He gulped and shook his head.

"No, we didn't. We were so caught up in it that we didn't use anything. It's definitely yours, Tom, I'm sorry." I choked.

"Hey, hey, don't be sorry, you're not the only one involved in this, I should have been responsible too, this isn't your fault alone. What, um, what do you want to do?" He asked quietly. I sighed and looked at him, my mind so fucking confused and messed up with this whole situation as tears ran down my face.

"I don't know, Tommy. I know that we're broken up, so of course I get it if you don't want such a permanent link to me, but I'm twenty-five, and I've always wanted a kid. It wouldn't be the worst thing if I kept this baby." I admitted. He nodded and gave me a small smile.

"No, it wouldn't be. And for the record, we're friends, so I don't mind having such a permanent link to you. If you decide to keep this baby, I want to be in their life one-hundred-percent. Whatever you decide to do, I'll support you no matter what. It's your body, love." He reassured me as he took my hand into his. I choked and looked at him.

"Thank you, Tommy. It means a lot." I whispered.

"Course. Come here, sweetheart." He nodded before gently pulling me into his arms. I returned the hug, my tears wetting his skin as I let him soothe me. We may have been broken up for a few months, but Tom was still my person, so I was so relieved that he'd had this reaction to the pregnancy.

"Whatever you do, I'm there for you. I promise." He soothed as his hand gently stroked my hair.

"Thank you, Tom. Thank you." I whispered.