Requested by marvelbitch11: Tom and Y/N are going to the MET Gala, where the theme is flowers and forests. After taking photos and doing interviews, Tom and Y/N meet back up. They sneak away because they're horny but because Y/N can't get out of her dress without ruining it, she sorts Tom out there. Then, when they go back to the hotel, they do more so that Y/N can also get what she needs.

"Oh...my...fucking...god." Tom scoffed, my boyfriend's eyes wide and his mouth hanging open as I stood in front of him in our hotel room. I smiled sheepishly at him, my body clad in the tight corset and flowing skirt that were covered, and I meant covered...in real flowers.

"Do you like it? I don't know what to make of your 'oh my fucking god'." I chuckled nervously. He scoffed again and shook his head, his arms crossing over his chest as he walked towards me with his eyes flicking up and down my figure.

"No, it's...it's beautiful, sweetheart. The dress is beautiful, and you are beautiful, so you in the dress is...wow." He smiled and shook his head as he rubbed his hand over his chin. I returned his smile and bit my lip at his reaction.

"I'm so glad that you like it, I was worried that you'd think that it was very expensive for a dress that was too extravagant for an event." I chuckled.

"Darling, are you joking? It's the Met Gala, it's meant to be too extravagant." He nodded, making me return it and smile. Tom and I had been dating for two years now, when we'd hooked up on the set of 'Cherry' due to the fact that we had played the leading couple in it. We'd been happily dating ever since, and so tonight we were attending this year's Met Gala, the theme of which being 'Flowers and Forests'. Hence why I had commissioned a dress made out of real flowers. Tom had decided to go with a basic but still nice suit that was forest green in colour, both of us more than happy for me to be in the spotlight tonight in terms of our outfits. And so I was wearing over five hundred real and blooming flowers...and Tom was wearing a green suit. It would be a good night.

"Okay, so it's not too much?" I double-checked.

"No, love, it's perfect. Are you ready, because the car is going to be here soon." He nodded as he handed me my matching flower clutch bag.

"Yes, I'm ready. I'm ready to rock the Met Gala's ass." I smiled.

"That's my girl." He smirked, making me return it and bite my lip as I took his hand, and we left our hotel room.

I stood on the red carpet at the Met Gala, a smile plastered onto my lips and my hand resting on my hip as I had my turn in the photos' section. I smiled and turned before looking over my shoulder, trying to give the paparazzi good photos from as many angles as possible. I thanked them with another smile and nodded to them before moving on to the interviews' section.

"Hailey, hey." I smiled as I hugged the interviewer.

"How are you doing, Y/N? You're looking absolutely lovely tonight!" She squealed, making me laugh as she put the microphone to me, and the cameraman pointed the camera at me.

"I'm good! It's amazing to be here! I can't breathe in this dress, but it's worth it, I think." I joked.

"Oh, it so is, you look beautiful! One of the best looks here tonight in my opinion. Where's the arm candy that you call Tom?" She teased, making me smirk and shake my head as I looked over my shoulder. I bit my lip and admired my boyfriend who was standing in the photography section that I'd just been in, his lips pressed into a thin line and his jaw clenched into one of his signature photographing faces as he played with his cufflinks.

"He's doing what I just did, and he's rocking it by the looks of it! It is amazing to be here with him, though." I smiled as I turned back to the camera.

"I'm sure that it is! As everyone knows, you two got together on the set of 'Cherry', where you played his wife. But let's talk about just you for a second. What was it like working on such a controversial movie? We've all seen Tom speaking in interviews saying how much of a challenge it was, but you've famously not spoken much about that yet. Care to break that now?" She asked. I nodded and bit my lip as my eyes wandered in thought.

"Tom is right when he says that it was a hard movie to get into, of course he was. It took me to some seriously dark places too. When you're playing the wife of a PTSD-inflicted, war veteran drug addict who is also a drug addict, you have to actually be in that mindset in order to do that role justice, and so you really do go to some dark places. I personally went to the darkest places that I've ever been, and I know that it was the same for Tom." I nodded.

"Did the pair of you support each other through that hard process?" She asked.

"Yeah, of course we did. We started the process of supporting each other as friends, and that obviously worked, but then our relationship progressed more. I feel like that only made us closer, though, and made it easier to be there for each other, so I think that we were really good support systems for each other." I smiled.

"Well, thank you for your interview, but given the fact that your boyfriend himself is coming over to us, I think that our time has come to an end." She chuckled. As if on cue, I felt an arm wrap around my waist.

"Hey, Hailey, how are you? My ears were burning, so I figured that I'd come and interrupt before Y/N could say anything bad about me." Tom smiled, making me smirk and look at him as Hailey laughed.

"All good stuff, Tom, don't worry." Hailey reassured.

"I think that that's my queue to leave. Hailey, as always, thank you so much, and Tommy, I'll see you soon, and I'll know if you chat shit about me." I teased with a nod.

"I would never, sweetheart." He smiled, making me chuckle as he leant down and kissed my cheek.

"See you guys later." I nodded, leaving them to it as I continued on along the red carpet.

I stood at the end of the red carpet, my dress still gripping my body as I waited for Tom to finish up with his interview so that we could go into the Met Gala together. I looked up and smiled at my boyfriend as he walked towards me.

"Hey, how was your interview?" I smiled as he cupped my waist and pecked my lips as he got to me.

"Um, yeah, it, um, it went well, but...I have a situation." He nodded, his voice quiet as he spoke. My eyebrows furrowed at him.

"What are you talking about?" I chuckled. He sighed and clenched his jaw as he looked up and around to make sure that no one's attention was on us before he gently took my arm and pulled me to the side.

"In my interview with Hailey, she mentioned 'Cherry' but for some reason, honed in on the sex and kissing scenes that we did. I-I don't know, her asking about it made me start to think about the first times seeing you naked on set and stuff, and how fucking beautiful you are, a-and, well..." He sighed and looked down. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open and a laugh leaving my lips as I realised what the problem was.

"Tommy, please tell me that you're not turned on at the Met Gala at the thought of us pretending to have sex for cameras. You didn't even think about us actually having sex." I chuckled and shook my head.

"Love, are we going to sort this out or not? Because you know that it's going to be all over tabloids tomorrow if I'm seen with a boner at the Met Gala. I'm very lucky that I'm next to someone so beautiful and gorgeous so that no one here will notice right now but when photos come out, someone will. Please." He nodded. I chuckled and shook my head, trying not to find this more funny than I should have been as I looked around cautiously.

"Come on." I mumbled as I took his hand and started to pull him towards a back curtain.

"God, I love you." He smirked, making me giggle and return it as we disappeared behind the curtain that hid us from the views of everyone else. As soon as we were hidden, Tom turned around and smashed our lips together. I returned it and smirked into it, my hands gripping Tom's face as his hands grabbed my waist. He deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into my mouth, dominating the kiss instantly as we started to make out.

"Fuck, I want you so bad, where's the fucking zip of this thing?" He mumbled, his hands roaming my body as he desperately tried to find a zip.

"You can't unzip it, Tommy, I have to ruin it to get it off." I returned as I broke the kiss and moved my lips to his neck. His eyebrows furrowed as my hands also fumbled to unbuckle his belt.

"What-how are we meant to have sex right now if you can't get it off without ruining it?" He scoffed.

"We're not having sex, Tommy. I'm sorting you out." I nodded, making his eyes widen and follow me as I started to get down on my knees in front of him.

"Holy fucking shit." He breathed, making me smirk and bite my lip as I looked up at him and unzipped his trousers.

"I can wait until we get back to the hotel. Yours is a very visible problem, so I'll just sort you out, and then we'll have sex at the hotel." I shrugged as I opened his trousers and pulled his dick out of his boxers.

"I fucking love you, sweetheart." He scoffed and shook his head. My smirk widened at his response before I leant in and wrapped my lips around his tip.

"Holy shit." He breathed, his hand lowering and gently cupping my hair as I started to suck him off. I lowered my head down further, my lips moving down his shaft as I started to bob my head onto him.

"Fuck, you mouth feels amazing, darling." He choked, his mouth hanging open and his eyes glued to me as I bobbed my head up and down on him. My lips massaged the sides of his shaft, my tongue swirling around his tip as I worked him as well as I could with my mouth. Not being able to do more with Tom was killing me, but I wouldn't go back out there with a still put-together dress if we had sex, and that would make it painfully obvious to the world what we'd been doing behind the curtain. And so, I had to settle for giving Tom a blowjob before we could get back to the hotel and have full sex.

"Jesus, sweetheart, shit." Tom moaned, his hand tightening around my hair whilst also trying not to mess it up as I continued to bob my head up and down on him.

"Feel good, Tommy?" I cooed teasingly.

"Don't be a tease, darling, you know that it does." He smirked down at me. I returned the smirk and raised my other hand to start massaging his balls, more chokes and moans leaving his lips at the action.

"Sweetheart, shit, I'm not going to last much longer, I'm getting there, fuck." He choked, his eyes squeezing shut and his grip on my hair tightening to tell me that he was reaching his orgasm. I continued to work him, my hand moving against his dick to massage what I couldn't fit into my mouth as my tongue swirled around his tip and worked his shaft.

"Love, shit, I'm there, I'm there." He choked, his eyes squeezing shut and his mouth hanging open as he reached his climax. He came into my mouth, me swallowing the hot mix as his hand gripped my hair and his body tensed against me. He sighed out as I removed my mouth from him and stood back up, his eyes opening and looking at me as they did.

"Wow. That was amazing, love. Thank you." He chuckled and shook his head as he tucked his softening dick back into his trousers before zipping them back up.

"It's okay, Tommy, you couldn't go out there with that boner. But don't think that I'm expecting nothing when we get back to the hotel." I teased, making his lips curl into a smirk as I hovered my lips under his.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, you'll be getting it all when we get back." He flirted in response, making me giggle and peck his lips before I took his hand and we headed back through the curtain to go back into the Gala.

Tom and I stumbled into our hotel room, our lips together and our hands pulling at each other's clothes as he shut the door with his foot. My hands desperately pulled at his suit jacket, his shoulders shrugging and making it fall to the floor as we stumbled to the bed.

"How the fuck do I get you out of this thing? Because I need to get you out of this thing." He mumbled against my lips, making me smirk as his hands explored my body as he tried to find the way to get me out of it.

"It's a corset, Tom, you need to untie the back." I stated as flowers and petals started to fall from my dress at how roughly my boyfriend was handling me. Not that I minded. At all.

"Fuck that." He scoffed, making me squeal and laugh as he turned me around quickly. He attached his lips to my neck, my eyes fluttering shut at the feeling as Tom's hands raced down my back to the corset. My eyes shot back open as I heard the rip.

"Oh my god, Tom, are you ripping my corset open with your bare hands?" I scoffed.

"I'm sorry that I'm ruining it, I'll pay for another one, I just need you out of this fucking dress." He returned the scoff as the corset fell from my body, leaving my torso naked as the floor around us became decorated with damaged and withering flowers. I turned back around in his arms.

"I'm not telling you off. I said something because what you did is really fucking hot." I nodded. He smirked before leaning in and smashing our lips together again. I returned the kiss, my fingers speedily undoing his dress shirt as his fingers quickly untied the bow that was holding my skirt up around my waist. He pulled his shirt off as the skirt dropped from my body, making me squeal as Tom picked me up and threw me onto the bed as soon as it was off. I landed with a bounce, my core absolutely throbbing with how dominant and rough he was being as he crawled over my body.

"Don't get me wrong, darling, that dress was beautiful, but I'm infinitely more interested in the body that was in the dress." He nodded, making me smirk and bite my lip as he leant down and attached his lips to my neck. I sighed out at the feeling, my eyes fluttering shut and my back arching into his chest as his lips trailed down my collarbone and down the valley of my breasts. I followed him with my gaze, my breathing becoming more uneven as I got wetter at the sight of my perfect boyfriend kissing down my naked body.

"I'll never get enough of seeing you like this, sweetheart." He mumbled against my skin. I smirked and bit my lip, his lips and tip of his nose trailing down my stomach as he slowly but surely got to where I needed him most.

"Tommy, I didn't make you wait for a blow-job, you better not make me wait for oral sex and then full sex." I nodded. He smirked and flicked his eyes up to me, making my heart jump at the glance as he pulled my panties down. He put my legs over his shoulders before delving right in, his lips immediately meeting my clit.

"Fuck!" I cried out at the instant feeling, my back arching and my hands flying down to his hair as he started to eat me out.

"You taste amazing, love, oh my god." He hummed into me. I choked as the feeling of him talking sent vibrations through me, the pleasure already starting to translate into a knot in my stomach as my boyfriend went down on me. His lips sucked on my clit, his tongue dipping in and out of my folds and every so often teasing my hole. Moans started to freely leave my lips, my back arching and my head digging into the bed pillows as I tugged on his curls. My orgasm was building steadily, Tom's mouth working me perfectly as he pushed me towards my climax.

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

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" He cooed as he curled his arms around my legs and sprawled his hands against my stomach to pin me down.

"So good, I'm getting close already, please." I moaned freely.

"Well, I'm about to make you feel even better." He smirked, making me gasp as I felt the pressure of him pushing a finger into me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, just like that, please." I choked as I arched my back again, my eyes squeezing shut as I harshly pulled on his hair at the feeling of the new pleasure. He smirked at my response, his finger slickly moving in and out of me and his mouth continuing to work me as my body got thrown towards my orgasm. Every suck of Tom's lips and flick of his tongue catapulted me towards the edge as his finger curled inside of me to hit my g-spot. Until the knot broke.

"Tommy, fuck, shit!" I cried out as my orgasm hit me. Wave after wave of pleasure started to flow through me, my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth hanging open as my back stayed as far away from the bed as was possible. My hands pulled harshly at his curls, spills of his name leaving my lips as the pure euphoria filled my entire being. I sighed out as it passed, my eyes fluttering open again as I relaxed against the bed and Tom removed his mouth and finger from me.

"That was definitely worth the wait." I nodded, making him smirk as he got up to stand at the end of the bed as he started to unbuckle his belt.

"Yeah? It's about to get better, sweetheart." He flirted as he pulled his trousers and boxers down in one sweep to allow his rock-hard dick to spring free as he grabbed a condom.

"I have no doubt." I returned, making his smirk widen as he crawled back over me again. He opened the condom and rolled it onto his dick before looking down at me.

"You ready, beautiful?" He checked. I nodded and bit my lip, making him return it as he started to gently push into me. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, a quiet moan leaving my lips as my mouth hung open.

"Tommy, fuck." I choked, my back arching so that my chest pressed to his as he bottomed out.

"You always feel amazing, sweetheart, shit." He breathed as he dropped his head to my neck.

"So do you, babe, but I need you to move." I nodded. He returned it, his lips moving to start kissing my neck as he started to thrust. The feeling of his dick moving in and out of me began to fill me, making me moan as the second knot of the night already started to form in my stomach. I curled my arms around his shoulders to pull his body against mine, his lips leaving open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my skin to add to the pleasure as he marked me up. His tip hit my g-spot perfectly with every thrust, my legs locking solidly around his waist as he pounded into me.

"I'll never get tired of sex with you, darling, you feel so fucking good." He choked into my neck, his forearms tensing on either side of my head as he continued to slam into me.

"Neither will I, don't stop, please." I moaned into his ear, making his smirk against my skin widen as he fucked me harshly. The sound of our skin slapping together bounced off of the hotel room walls, the chorus of our moans and the smell of sex filling the space around us as he fucked me into next week. Every thrust of his hips into me got me closer to my second orgasm, my body starting to tense and become rigid as it got ready for what would hit me soon enough.

"Tommy, I'm getting so close, please." I begged as I pulled him even closer and started to pull at the hair at the nape of his neck in order to deal with the building pleasure.

"So am I, love, I won't last much longer." he grunted, his increasingly tense forearms on either side of my head telling me that my boyfriend was also getting close as he rammed into me. I held onto him for dear life, the knot in my stomach now unbearably tight as he made me feel amazing. Until, the knot broke. I moaned loudly, spills of Tom's name leaving my lips uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure started to flow through me. My legs shook around his waist, my body jolting and seizing underneath him as my mind and body were completely overtaken by the feeling.

"Sweetheart, shit, shit." Tom choked, his hands clenching into fists and his mouth hanging open against my neck as his body stilled on top of me. After a few seconds, he collapsed, both of us panting heavily as we came down from the incredible highs.

"Fuck." Tom breathed out, making me smile and nod in agreement as he gently pulled out of me before sitting up.

"'Fuck' is right. That was amazing." I stated as he binned the condom before lying back down next to me.

"It really was, love. Sure, sex at the Gala would have been better, but I get why we couldn't." He smiled, making me chuckle as he curled his arm around my waist and pulled my naked back into his chest as we started to cuddle underneath the sheets of the bed.

"You're right, it would have been good. Though, any sex with you is mind-blowing, so I'm not complaining." I flirted.

"Don't say that, you'll get me going again." He teased, making me giggle and squeal as he leant down and started to kiss my neck again.