Requested by courtneycg_2005: Y/N and Tom have a child together, but are divorced. One day, Y/N is dropping their child, but Tom's hands are full, so she goes to put the child to bed in her room. Tom notices that Y/N looks tired, and so suggests that she stays over. One thing leads to another, and they decide to give their relationship another try.

I drove along the road, my hands on the steering wheel and my eyes on the road as I drove to my ex-husband, Tom's house. I bit my lip and looked in the rear mirror, my heart swelling at the sight of our three-year-old daughter, Maisy, asleep in her car seat. I chuckled and shook my head, my beautiful little girl having her dad's hair to make her the cutest little girl in the world, but also making her the most painful reminder of what had ended six months ago. Tom and I had met seven years ago, and it had truly been love at first sight. We had met at a party thrown by his twin brothers and as soon as I had seen him, everyone else had disappeared. It quickly became clear that the insanely attractive and kind man had also felt the spark between us, with him asking for my number before the end of the night. We had started dating and never looked back. Within four years, we had gotten married and were happy, life only becoming better when I fell pregnant with Maisy. But that had been when the cracks had started to show. It had always been hard being with Tom, the relationship only becoming more strained when we got married and he still had to travel often and kiss his co-stars for jobs. I had been able to handle it for so long, but then the fights had started to become more regular, and it felt like Tom was making less of an effort to come to important appointments like scans, even when he was home. Our relationship had been temporarily fixed when I had given birth to our beautiful daughter, but the returned harmony didn't last long. After two years of fighting, Tom missing important dates for both Maisy and I, and too many broken promises, we both agreed on the absolutely fucking heartbreaking decision to get divorced, and were separated for six months before the divorce was finalised. Even just thinking about it now was making tears well in my eyes, but it had been what was best for us ultimately. Even if it didn't feel like that. I sighed out and harshly swallowed my tears as I pulled onto Tom's driveway and stopped the car. I turned the engine off and climbed out before going to get Maisy out. I opened the door and gently unclipped her car seat, the three-year-old staying peacefully asleep as I picked her up and rested her on my hip.

"Time to see daddy, my love, yay." I cooed quietly, my lips pressing to her head as I carried her to Tom's door. I raised my fist and knocked against the surface. I heard shuffling, the door opening within a few seconds to reveal my still annoyingly hot ex-husband. The one that I was very much still in love with, and sexually attracted to.

"Hey, darling, you okay?" He asked, his voice slightly strained as he juggled the seemingly endless bags that were hanging on his still incredible arms.

"Yeah, are you? You look like you're struggling a bit there." I chuckled. He smiled and shook his head as he moved away from his door, and I carried Maisy into the house.

"Yeah, I got back from shopping literally seconds before you pulled up. Could you do me a favor and put Maisy down for me? Don't want to risk waking her up." He spoke quietly as he leant forward and gently kissed her head.

"No bother." I nodded. He returned it and gave me a thankful smile as he headed into the kitchen, and I started to walk up the stairs of Tom's large house that we once shared together. I quietly pushed Maisy's bedroom door open before walking in and gently laying the still sleeping toddler down in the sheets. I pulled them over her and softly kissed her head before standing up and padding out of the room. I shut the door before puffing out, my exhaustion starting to hit as I headed back down the stairs. Tom looked up at me as I walked into the kitchen.

"So...how have you been?" He asked as he unloaded the contents of the bags onto the marble island of the kitchen.

"Tom, let's not do this." I chuckled tiredly and shook my head as I leant against the opposite counter and crossed my arms over my chest. He looked at me.

"Do what?" He scoffed.

"Do the thing where you pretend to still care about me and love me, do the thing where we try to be civil." I sighed and shook my head.

"I'm trying to be civil because we agreed to be civil, both for our sakes, and Maisy's. Not to mention that of course I still care about you and love you. Our marriage not working out isn't indicative of my feelings towards you. It never was." He returned the head shake as he put his hands against the island. I sighed again and looked at him.

"You still care about me and love me too...right?" He asked, almost hopefully. I gulped harshly, my eyes wavering as my heart leapt at the question. Of course I still loved and cared about Tom, if I had been completely honest in my decisions with him, we never would have gotten a divorce in the first place. But that was what had happened. And now, I couldn't change it.

"I should get going, it's late." I nodded as I blatantly skirted the question. Tom sighed, his gorgeous eyes that he'd given to Maisy wavering as he looked at me.

"You look tired, sweetheart, maybe you should stay." He nodded. My eyes widened, my heart once again jumping violently at the suggestion of me staying over.

"Excuse me? I look tired?" I scoffed as I desperately tried to act like that comment had been the reason for my reaction.

"I'm not saying it as an insult, love, I'm saying it in the sense that I don't want the mother of my child to die in a car accident because she drove home whilst tired. I care about you too much for that. Stay here for the night, it's fine." He shrugged. I sighed and bit my lip at him.

"Right, yeah. Okay, I will, thanks. I can take the guest room." I nodded.

"The guest room isn't made up. Besides, I don't mind you sharing my bed." He admitted. I looked at him, all of the heat in my body rushing to my cheeks at the prospect of once again sharing a bed with the man. If I did, if I agreed, it would be the first time in a year that we'd slept in the same bed together. Whilst my mind was screaming at me that this was a fucking bad idea that was only bound to make everything more complicated, my heart was yelling just as loudly that if I had one more chance to sleep next to him for the rest of my life, I should take it. I listened to my heart.

"Are you sure? I don't want to put you out, or make you feel uncomfortable." I gulped.

"It won't do, darling. If you're okay with it, I am too." He reassured. I sighed and gave him a small but thankful smile.

"Okay. Thanks, you're right, I am absolutely shattered, so I think it is best if I stay the night. I appreciate it." I nodded.

"Any time, darling." He smiled, making me return it slightly as he continued to unpack his shopping, and I continued to watch him.

"Here we go." Tom mumbled, my ex-husband turning on his bedroom light and walking into the room as I followed him in.

"Wow. It hasn't changed a bit." I chuckled quietly, my arms tightly hugging myself as I looked around the bedroom that I hadn't stepped foot in in so long.

"What can I say, I always liked your sense of design." He smiled. I returned it and shook my head before my eyes widened slightly.

"Fuck, Tom, I don't have any pyjamas or anything. I don't suppose that you kept any of mine?" I gulped. He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing as he also realised the dilemma.

"Sorry, love, I didn't. But you can sleep in one of my t-shirts, you did that enough when we were together." He chuckled, making my eyes widen more as he headed over to his Chester Draws and opened one of them. This was where I was thinking that this would get interesting. For our entire relationship, a lot of our sex life had been kick-started by me wearing Tom's clothes. I'd put on his t-shirt and would get turned on by how much it smelt like him, and he would get turned on by the sight of me in it. And so, the fact that I would now be sleeping in one of those t-shirts, well...fuck knew how this was going to end.

"A-are you sure?" I gulped.

"Stop asking if I'm sure, sweetheart. I wouldn't offer if I wasn't." He chuckled, making me give him a small smile as he passed me the t-shirt. Without thinking, I pulled my shirt over my head and started to get undressed. Tom's eyes widened slightly at the sight, his Adam's apple bobbing in a harsh gulp as his eyes flicked up and down my form before I pulled the t-shirt on and started to unzip my jeans. The man cleared his throat, making me bite my lip and try to ignore my heart freaking the fuck out in my chest at him having obviously checked me out as I crawled into his bed, and he got undressed into just his jogging bottoms. I tried not to return the favor of checking him out, though it was hard given that Tom was in just as good shape as he had been when we had been married, if not even better shape. Not that I was surprised. He climbed in next to me, both of us lying down so that we were facing each other as Tom turned the light off to shroud us in darkness. I gulped harshly, my eyes flicking over his face as they slowly but surely adjusted to the lack of light to allow me to see his beautiful features. He was seemingly doing the same to me, his gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips as we just lay next to each other.

"This is nice. Feels like nothing has changed between us." He admitted quietly. I gulped harshly again and tried not to cry at his words. At the pain and heartbreak that came with them.

"But things have changed between us, Tommy. Everything changed." I whispered.

"What if it hadn't, though? What if we hadn't split up, hadn't fought, hadn't signed those divorce papers? What if you and Maisy were still living here with me? What if we were still a happy family?" He asked, my heart jumping in my chest as I felt his arm curl over my waist to pull my body closer to him. I knew that this wasn't a good idea, that I should have been stopping him, but that was the last thing that I wanted. Tom's words implied that he had also been regretting our decision to get divorced. And, well...that gave me hope.

"It did, though, Tom. We're divorced. We're not together anymore." I shook my head.

"Yeah, well, sometimes I wish that we were." He admitted as his eyes flicked down to my lips. I gulped harshly, the space in between my legs starting to tingle at the incredibly sexy look that he had just given me.

"I do too." I confessed in return. Through the darkness, I could see Tom's lips curl into a smile, making me return it as he started to lean in. This was it. This was what I had been waiting for since the moment that Tom and I had split up. And it was finally happening. He leant in and pressed our lips together, me returning the kiss with no hesitation as my eyes fluttered shut. His hand on my waist pulled me closer to him, making me smile and him smirk into the kiss as he deepened it. He slid his tongue into my mouth, my hand curling around his neck and pulling him closer too as we started to make out. My heart was fully racing by now, my pussy getting wetter by the second in anticipation of what this kissing would surely lead to as Tom pushed me down onto the bed and rolled on top of me. Our lips and tongues fought for dominance, though his obviously won as I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I gently pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck and smirked against his lips as the action elicited a moan from him.

"You always have been such a tease, love." He cooed as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck.

"That's what you loved about me, though." I returned, my eyes fluttering shut and my mouth falling open in pleasure as he started to leave open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my skin.

"Very true." He smirked. I returned it and bit my lip as Tom pulled his t-shirt over my head and curled his arm around my back to unclip my bra too, leaving me just in my panties as his lips started to move down my skin. I gulped harshly at the perfect feeling that I had missed so much from him, my gaze following him as he kissed down me. His lips and tip of his nose left a burning trail as they moved down the valley of my breasts and down my stomach, gradually inching towards where I needed him the most.

"Am I okay to take these off, sweetheart?" He cooed as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, but didn't pull them down yet.

"Please, Tommy." I nodded. He returned it and pulled them down, the garment being thrown over his shoulder as he bit his lip at the sight of my pulsating bud.

"Fuck, I've missed this pussy so much." He scoffed and shook his head, making me smirk as he curled his arms around my legs.

"Well, it's all yours if you want it to be." I nodded.

"Oh, I want it to be." He scoffed and returned the nod before leaning down and attaching his lips to my clit. My breath hitched at the feeling, my eyes fluttering shut and my back arching off of the bed as the pleasure started to run through me.

"Fuck, Tommy." I choked, making him smirk against me as I leant down and started to pull at his hair with my fingers.

"I missed your taste so much, holy shit." He hummed against me as he curled his arms further around my legs and sprawled his hands out against my stomach to pin me down.

"You're not the only one who missed this, trust me." I breathed out as my mouth fell open. Tom's smirk widened against me, his lips sucking on my clit as his tongue delved in and out of my folds. Pleasure was running through me, the knot in my stomach already starting to build as he worked wonders on me with his mouth. Moans were freely leaving my lips by now, my body writhing and squirming underneath him as I desperately tried to deal with the pleasure that was coursing through me. Tom nuzzled his face fully into me, his tongue stroking flat lines up and down my clit before teasingly poking into me and pulling out again, the man repeating those actions to throw my body towards my orgasm.

"Tommy, oh my god." I moaned loudly, my fingers harshly pulling on his curls as I arched my back again.

"You getting close, darling?" He cooed against me, making me choke as him talking only added to the tightness of the knot that was now teetering on the edge of breaking.

"So close, please, fucking please." I choked again.

"Don't worry, love, I'll get you there." He reassured. I bit my lip harshly, my eyes squeezed shut and my toes already starting to curl against Tom's back. His lips continued to suck on my clit, my body starting to become rigid as it prepared itself for what was about to hit. And just like that...it hit.

"Fuck, Tommy, fuck!" I cried out as the knot broke. My orgasm hit me, waves of pleasure starting to move through my body as I squeezed my eyes shut and my mouth hung open. My back arched off of Tom's bed, my fingers desperately pulling on his curls to try and deal with the immense feelings as my legs shook over his shoulders. I breathed out as it passed, my body relaxing back against the bed as Tom pulled away from my clit. My eyes fluttered open, and I looked at him as he crawled back up my body.

"Oh my god." I scoffed, making him smirk as he pulled his jogging bottoms and boxers off to leave him also naked and let his rock-hard dick spring free.

"Was that good, sweetheart?" He cooed as he leant down and started to kiss my neck again. "Just as good as it used to be." I nodded. I felt him smirk against my neck before he started to push into me. We both breathed out at the feeling, my eyes fluttering shut again as he bottomed out within seconds.

"Oh my god, fuck." I breathed at the perfect sensation as he gave me a second to adjust to his size.

"You feel so fucking good, love, holy shit." He moaned into my neck.

"So do you, Tommy. Move, please." I nodded. He returned it, his forearms on either side of my head already bulging as he pulled almost fully out of me before ramming back in. I gasped at the feeling, my eyes squeezing shut and my back arching into his chest as I curled my arms around his shoulders to pull our bodies flush together. He immediately picked up the rhythm of harshly fucking me, our skin slapping together as he rammed into me. My still sensitive pussy only helped the second knot start to grow in my stomach, Tom's tip hitting my g-spot perfectly each time as he fucked me into oblivion for the first time in a year.

"Please, just like that, Tommy, shit." I choked.

"That feel good, sweetheart? You like that?" He grunted into my skin.

"Fuck yes, feels amazing, don't stop." I moaned.

"Trust me, I'm not stopping." He scoffed and shook his head, making me smirk as he continued to ram into me. My knot was solidly getting tighter, moans freely leaving both of our lips as he fucked me into next week. The sound of our skin slapping together bounced off of the walls, the chorus of our moans and the smell of sex all around us as Tom pushed us both towards our orgasms.

"Love, I'm getting close, I won't last much longer." He choked and shook his head as his mouth hung open against my neck.

"Neither will I, I'm almost there." I nodded. He returned it as his teeth scraped at my skin, his dick slickly moving in and out of me. One more thrust was all that it took.

"Tommy, shit, please, fuck!" I cried out as my second orgasm hit me even harsher than the first one. I pressed my chest as much as I could to his, my legs shaking around his waist and my fingers harshly pulling on his curls as I came. My mouth hung open, my eyes squeezed shut as I shook and jolted underneath him.

"Fuck me, sweetheart, holy shit." Tom grunted, his forearms harshly tensing and bulging on either side of my head as he came too. The warm feeling entered me, his mouth hanging open against my neck as his body stilled and jolted on top of me. After a second he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting heavily as we came down from the sensational highs. Tom just stayed on top of me for a second, his hot breath fanning over my skin as I gently stroked my fingers through his hair.

"Wow." He mumbled, making me gulp and bite my lip as he pulled out of me and rolled back onto his side of the bed. We both just lay there for a second, our hands resting against our stomachs as we stared up at the ceiling. I couldn't help but let my heart drop to my stomach, all of my organs twisting in anxiety at what we had just done. At what it might have meant. And the possibility that it didn't mean what I was hoping that it did.

"We just...we just had sex." I mumbled.

"Yeah. We did." Tom nodded. I gulped and bit my lip.

"We...we're divorced, from each other. We're not together anymore, Tommy, and yet, we just had sex." I scoffed and looked at him. He returned the look.

"Yeah, we did. Is that a problem, love?" He chuckled nervously. My eyes wavered.

"It is if it doesn't mean what I want it to." I admitted quietly. Tom sighed, the man giving me a small smile as he rolled onto his side and curled his arm over my stomach.

"It does mean what you want it to, darling. It means what both of us want it to. It means that we're giving this another go." He nodded. My heart leapt at his words, my entire body starting to fill with happiness at the idea that we were going to make this work again.

"Yeah? Because that's what I want, Tommy. There's not been a day that goes by that I haven't regretted the divorce, haven't wanted to be back here with you and Maisy, together. I want that back. God, I want it back." I choked and shook my head.

"Good, because I want it back too, love. Because I agree. The divorce was the wrong decision. I never stopped loving you, I never stopped missing you, I never stopped feeling like I just wanted you back. So, if we can go back to before that, if we can make this work again, fuck do I want to try." He nodded. I returned it and bit my lip, tears of happiness pricking my eyes as I flicked my gaze over his face.

"I want to try too, Tommy. Let's try again." I spoke.

"Yeah. Let's." He smiled. I returned it and bit my lip as I leant forward and pressed our lips together again. He returned it, his hand raising to cup my cheek as we kissed. I broke it and looked at him.

"I love you, darling. I really do." He mumbled, his gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips as his thumb gently moved across my cheek. I bit my lip and returned the look.

"I love you too, Tommy. I always have." I whispered.

"I know. I know." He smiled, making me return it as he leant in and kissed me again.