Y/N

I'm not particularly sure how or why we agreed to it, but we were now in charge of Jackson tonight as Sam filmed with Timmy late tonight. Tom and I weren't in any of the scenes so the three of us were in Tom's house, watching Spongebob.

As much as Jackson was really cute, I kind of envisioned the first night back with Tom would have been spent differently.

We ordered pizza, sat on the floor and I had built a blanket fort with the five year old whilst Tom had a FaceTime interview in a seperate room. Admittedly, I made a really fucking good fort. Jackson still didn't speak to Tom, just me so far.

"Can I come in?" Tom asked pulling the sheet door open on his hands and knees.

Jackson whispered in my ear telling me to tell Tom he had to say a password to come inside. We had never discussed a password, so I had no idea what this kid had up his sleeve.

"Jackson said you need a password to enter our fort," I chuckled, it still bothering Tom the kid wouldn't speak to him.

"Is it.. Spider-Man?" Tom asked cocking his head to the side and laughing.

Jackson shook his head.

"Oh, um... Is it... Jackson is the best?" Tom asked again and the small child shook his head again.

Jackson whispered in my ear again saying I can let Tom inside but that the password was the word 'cheese'. Why would anyone have known that?

Tom laid under the fort with us, the sheet above us extending from the back of the couch and over the television so we could watch. Jackson took the remote and flicked through the movies, putting on the third Spider-Man movie and making Tom laugh.

"You really do have a little super fan here," I said leaning back into the pile of pillows and curling up to Tom with a piece of pizza. We snuggled together watching the movie as Jackson made sound effects during the fight scenes and squealed whenever Tom was on the screen. It was really fucking cute.

Tom had his arm around me as I leant into his side, checking the time on my phone. What time are kids supposed to sleep? It was late but he was yawning. Jackson crawled across the carpet and curled up next to me, now snuggling into my side as I snuggled up to Tom's. I usually didn't like kids but this one was a cute one.

"You sleepy bud?" Tom asked Jackson, his hand drifting to my ass and squeezing it. Was it completely wrong to have sex with someone whilst your directors five year old was in a different room? Probably. But he'd be asleep right?

Jackson nodded as we all crawled out of the fort, his little hand reaching up to hold mine as we escorted him to the spare bedroom. Sam had brought his little grey bunny toy with him, apparently he slept with it every night and it's name was Spider-Man.

Tom tucked him in, attempting to get the kid to speak to him but he kept his ground and gave Tom the silent treatment. We turned the light off and said goodnight before Jackson called out my name.

"What if I have a nightmare?" He asked timidly. I smiled, telling him that Tom protects the whole house so no nightmares can ever get us. He smiled and snuggled down under the covers.

"He's so cute," I said yawning and stretching, walking upstairs to Tom's room. Tom ran up the stairs behind me, picking me up, tossing me over his shoulder and laughing as I squealed.

"You didn't think the kid would stop me did you? I haven't seen you in weeks," he said dropping me onto the bed and pulling his t-shirt over his head in one swift movement.

"He'll have passed out by now anyway," I giggled, Tom pulling me down the bed towards him by my legs. He slipped my pajama shorts down as I kicked them off my ankles. He laughed whilst kissing up my inner thigh, my hands drifting to tangle themselves in his hair.

"Why am I not surprised you're already initiating sex huh?" I laughed, Toms finger looping under the elastic of my underwear and slipping them off effortlessly.

"Um, because I missed you and I'm relieved you're mine again?" He smirked up at me, dragging his tongue between my folds and exhaling. "Definitely missed this," he chuckled, beginning to properly go down on me.

One hand was gripped around my thigh, the other slowly curling two fingers inside me as his tongue flicked against my clit, causing my hips to buck and my back to arch. I pulled his hair tighter as a string of moans fell from my lips, his devious chuckling ever so slightly vibrating against me.

I couldn't handle much more, I needed him to fuck me. I tried pulling him up, whimpering as he added a third finger to the mix and slowed down his tongue movements. His fingers were still fast contrasting with his mouth, the stimulation becoming increasingly overwhelming.

"Fuck Tom, please," I breathlessly moaned, him sitting up and leaning over me. His arm was to the side of me, muscular and toned. I reached down to pull his hand away from my clit, the sensitivity becoming too much before he pulled my arm back and pinned it above me firmly. Tom maintained eye contact with me as much as I could actually keep my eyes open. He loved to watch how much of a mess I became when he was making me cum, just watching me was enough to get him hard. I felt my climax build, throwing my head back into the pillow as I came.

"I haven't seen you squirt before darling, did you really miss me that much?" He smirked, leaning down over me to kiss my neck hungrily. My legs were shaking as I bent them up and he shimmied his way out of his underwear, stroking himself a few times before lining himself up.

"You think you can go again for me?" He asked against my neck, never once forgetting to check with me before we had sex. I nodded, still regaining my breath as he slowly pushed himself into me. I whimpered softly as I adjusted around him, not having had sex for several weeks.

A deep groan slipped from his mouth, his hair falling onto his forehead as he kissed my lips passionately, pulling away with a subtle bite of my bottom lip.

"Fu-uck you're tight darling," he chuckled, slipping out of me slowly and roughly pushing back in, causing me to whimper loudly. The rhythm of both of our hips picked up as he rolled to the other side of the bed, holding my hips as I sat up and began riding him. I leant down to kiss him when I rolled my hips against his deeply. His hands were warm against my breasts, cupping and caressing them. I sat back up, leaning back as I picked up the pace, going from the rhythmic roll of my hips to a messy and rough bounce.

Uncontrollably he bucked his hips up as I dropped onto him, every thrust causing a moan from Tom. He dropped his head back into the pillow as his groaning became shakier. I came a second time onto him, yelling his name as our thrusts became wetter and sloppier, the sounds of slapping skin surrounding the room.

"I-I'm gonna cum," he managed to spit out, his jaw still clenched as I smirked down at him.

"Tell me where sweetheart, I'm all yours," I smiled, him pulling my hips up and grabbing my jaw. His hands were warm, fingers rough and his muscles tense.

"Your mouth, I want you to swallow," he panted, groaning whilst I got off him and shuffled back to slowly take his length in my mouth.

I knew it wouldn't take him long, tapping the tip ever so slightly against my lips looking up at him. He whimpered, grabbing a fistful of my hair as I slowly deepthroated him a few times, cupping his balls which I knew he couldn't resist.

"Fuck Y/N!" He moaned, screwing his eyes shut as a warm shot of cum hit the front of my mouth, a bit dripping out onto my lips. I swallowed and gave him a few more pumps with my hand, a second shot hitting his chiseled stomach as he let go of my hair.

"Oh my fucking god," he sighed, putting his hands down to me to bring me back up as I laid beside him.

"Must've missed me hey?" I giggled, leaning my head on his arm as he reached for a tissue from him bedside drawer to wipe his stomach.

Tom laughed, kissing the top of my head and running his fingers along my back as he adjusted to put his arm around me.

"I think I love you," he said calmly, causing me to turn to him and squint, my brows furrowed.

"Woah what's that look for? Fine, okay I take it back then," he said nervously, obviously shocking me.

"No, no... Just, if you really mean it tell me again in the morning and not after we've just had sex and our endorphins are rushing from our orgasms," I smiled, kissing him softly.