Requested by BubbleBunny0702: Y/N is a stripper who gets hired to strip for Tom, and it ends in them hooking up.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom sat on his sofa, the boy absentmindedly flicking through the TV channels in search of something to watch. It was Saturday night and so needless to say that this was not how he wanted to be spending his night, but he hadn't been feeling in the mood to go out partying since he had broken up with his now ex-girlfriend a month ago. Tom looked at his front door as someone knocked against it.

"What the fuck?" He mumbled, questions filling his head as to who it was as he wasn't expecting someone. He got up and opened it, his eyes widening as Harrison, Tuwaine, Harry and Sam stood there.

"Hey, guys, what are you doing here?" He scoffed as the boys flooded into his apartment.

"We're taking you out." Harrison nodded as he turned the TV off. Tom's eyes widened.

"No, you're not-."

"Yes, we are. It's been a month since you ended things with Hannah, and you've done nothing but mope around ever since. So, we're taking you out. You never know, you may even meet someone where we're going tonight." Harry shrugged. Tom's eyebrows furrowed.

"Where are we going?" He questioned.

"That's for us to know, and for you to find out." Tuwaine nodded. The boy's eyebrows furrowed more, slight anxiety creeping in at the fact that they weren't telling him what they had planned. Meaning that surely, it couldn't be anything good.

"Well, that doesn't fill me with confidence." He scoffed.

"Doesn't matter, it doesn't have to. Get dressed and slap some aftershave on, we're leaving in five minutes." Harrison demanded. "I don't get a say in this, do I-." "Nope." All of the boys spoke, making Tom sigh and roll his eyes as he headed to his bedroom to get ready.

"Seriously, where are we going?" Tom scoffed, all of them walking down the bustling street as he was led to wherever his friends and brothers had planned. The issue was that they were passing all of the popular nightclubs, meaning that Tom officially had no idea where they were headed.

"Give it a second, you'll realise." Harrison chuckled and nodded. Tom sighed and continued to look down the street, his eyes flicking over the signs as he tried to work out where they were going. And then he saw it. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

"No. Guys, no, come on." He scoffed and shook his head.

"Surprise!" Harrison exclaimed, making Tom's brothers and Tuwaine laugh and pat him on the back as they walked towards the strip club.

"Are you lot fucking crazy, I can't be seen going into a strip club! I'll be cancelled in seconds, come on, not here!" Tom protested.

"Oops, too late, you're already at the doors." Sam nodded, making Tom groan and squeeze his eyes shut as his brother grabbed his shoulders and pushed him through the doors of the venue. Immediately, the vibrations of thumping music filled Tom's chest, dark red light all around him as the smell of cheap alcohol and weed filled his nose. Fuck, he already hated this, but he was here now.

"I fucking hate you guys right now." He mumbled and shook his head as the group of them walked in and sat down in one of the booths near to the main stage.

"You'll hate us until you get a virtually naked waitress taking our order for drinks in five minutes." Tuwaine nodded, making Tom roll his eyes and shake his head as he looked to the main stage. He couldn't say much, it was your standard strip club, half-naked women dancing around the poles in virtually no underwear and painfully high heels as greasy men shoved notes into their underwear. But as Tom's eyes moved along the stage, they stopped. His gaze wavered, his heart almost stopping in his chest as his eyes fell on one of the dancers. Except for that some reason, she had caught his eye instantly, where the others had failed to do so.

"Fuck." Tom mumbled quietly, his Adam's apple bobbing in a gulp at the way that she was moving. She had more underwear on than the other girls that covered all of the particularly dirty parts of the female body, the fabric hugging her curves beautifully. Even in the insanely shitty red light of the club, Tom could see her gorgeous smile, the girl genuinely looking like she was enjoying herself as her hair waved and moved over her shoulders every time that she danced. He couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was about her, but something about the beautiful girl already had his heart. And he didn't know if he wanted her to let go.

"You see someone that you like?" He snapped out of his thoughts as Harrison spoke, the boy nudging Tom's arm to bring him back to reality. Tom looked at him before quickly flicking his eyes back to the girl.

"U-um...n-no. Not yet." He lied and shook his head, his gaze moving over her one last time before turning back to talk to the guys.

Y/N's P.O.V

I moved my body against the pole, my hands gripping the metal structure as I danced and worked. I bit my lip and flicked my gaze to the guys who had been sitting in the booth for an hour now, the one on the end of the sofa having virtually been looking at me for the whole time. The one who I swore to god was the Tom Holland. The 'Spider-Man' actor had been my celebrity crush for as long as I could remember, the insanely attractive man also very talented and kind by all accounts. His presence was making me nervous dancing for the first time in a long time, but only because of how enthralled and entranced he looked with my movements. Almost as if he wanted me. Not that I would complain. I smiled and gave him a wink as I finished my routine, making him chuckle and bite his lip as I did my final move. I moved away from the pole and walked off of the stage, my eyes glancing at him one last time to see that he was watching as I walked away. I turned back and smirked, my heart leaping at the idea that Tom Holland had found himself in the strip club that I worked in, and that out of all the dancers, his gaze was glued to me. That was some badass bitch shit, being the only woman in literally a club full of naked women that Tom Holland couldn't look away from. I strutted away, my hips swinging slightly more than usual as I could feel his eyes on me as I walked backstage. I smirked and shook my head, congratulating myself mentally on another show as I went to my locker.

"You done for the night, Y/N?" Jasmine asked as she walked in.

"Yeah, I'm off home, but it was a good one." I nodded as I started to get dressed again.

"You're telling me. Tom Holland is here, and we all noticed that he couldn't keep his eyes off of you." She smirked.

"Oh, please, I'm sure that he was looking at everyone." I chuckled and shrugged as I pulled my jacket on.

"No, girl, don't do that to yourself. He wants...you." She nodded with a giggle.

"Well, that doesn't matter, because my shift is over, and I'm going home. He's too late." I sighed nonchalantly as I grabbed my bag and hooked my arm into the strap before starting to leave the dressing room.

"Uh huh, I won't butt in when I see you take him into one of the private rooms!" She called after me, making me smirk and shake my head as I left. I headed back into the main room and made a point to not look at the table of Tom and his friends. Instead, I went straight to the bar.

"Hey, Joe, can I get a shot, please?" I asked as I put my bag on the bar.

"Coming right up." He nodded.

"I'll get that for her." I looked to my side, my eyebrow raising as one of the guys who had been sat with Tom walked up to the bar.

"And you are?" I chuckled.

"My name is Harrison. I'm sure that you recognise my friend over there, Tom. Well, he's newly single, and he's kind of sulking about it, so I wondered if I could buy him a strip tease from you." He nodded.

"I'm sorry, but my shift just ended. You're about thirty seconds too late." I shrugged.

"Please. His eyes have literally been on you all night-."

"Harrison-what was your name right? I'm not sure if you noticed, but I was in very skimpy underwear up until five minutes ago, so the eyes of all of the guys in this club were on me." I scoffed and nodded.

"I get that, and yes, I should have asked five minutes ago, but he's not like the other men who were looking at you. He's literally only been looking at you, almost as if you had him in a trance. It was weird, I've genuinely never seen him like that before. Please, he could really use this, and I'll pay whatever you want." He nodded. I sighed and bit my lip as I looked at Tom from across the room. My heart exploded into butterflies as, as soon as I looked at him, he looked away, suggesting that his gaze had been on me the whole time. I had to admit that he was cute, and that there were now three people tonight that had noticed how he was looking at me. He wasn't drooling over me like the creepy guys who came in here. He was looking at me with adoration, with care, as if we were the only two in the room, and he hadn't even talked to me yet. Maybe it was worth giving this guy a show, especially if I got to be near to him. I sighed again and looked back at Harrison, the boy raising his eyebrow in hope that I'd say yes.

"Fine. You don't need to pay me, the show is on the house." I admitted, making his eyes widen as I picked up the shot and downed it for some liquid courage over the fact that I was about to dance for the Tom Holland.

"Are you sure-."

"Yes, I'm sure. Joe, watch my bag for ten minutes." I nodded, making him return it as I put my bag behind the bar before starting to head over to the booth. Tom's friends noticed me first, all of their lips curling into smirks before Tom finally noticed me. His eyes widened as I reached the table.

"Tom?" I asked, making the boy's mouth fall open.

"Y-yes?" He gulped. My heart couldn't help but flutter at how flustered and cute he was being, the boy clearly too innocent and out of his depth to be in a strip club. But that only made him more adorable.

"Come with me." I gave him a warm smile as I took his hand, making his eyes widen further as I pulled him up whilst his friends also pushed him. He looked around frantically at them as I started to pull him away from the booth.

"Guys, what-."

"Let it happen, Tom, let it happen!" One of them called after us as the others laughed. Tom chuckled nervously and shook his head, though his hand happily stayed in mine as I led him to the back. I led him into one of the private suites, the boy looking around nervously as I shut and locked the door behind us.

"I-I'm so sorry, I don't know what my friends asked you to do, but it's okay, really." He chuckled and shook his head as he fiddled with his hands. I bit my lip and put my hand on my hip as I studied him.

"Your friend, Harrison, asked me to give you a strip tease. He said that you had been entranced with me all night, and so wanted to pay me to give you that. The problem is that my shift ended just before he asked." I nodded. Tom clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, the boy clearly exacerbated with his friends as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't ask for him to do that. I-I get that it's after your shift, it's okay, you don't have to give me a strip tease." He groaned and shook his head as he covered his face with his hands. I bit my lip, my heart thumping in my chest as I looked at him. Of course I wasn't about to force this guy to have a strip tease, but if his friend and Jasmine were right about how he'd been looking at me, the strip tease could lead to more. And that was definitely something that I'd be game for.

"It's okay. I want to give you a strip tease." I admitted with a nod. Immediately, his hands started to lower, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion at my words.

"You...what?" He scoffed.

"Of course, if you don't want one, that's absolutely okay, but if you do, just sit down and we can get started." I nodded. Tom gulped harshly, the boy clearly thinking about it. But we both knew what he was going to say.

"Y-yeah, alright. I want a strip tease." He nodded tentatively as he slowly headed to the sofa and sat down. I smirked and bit my lip at the answer that I had expected, and had wanted.

"Okay, then. Let's get started." I spoke before grabbing the remote to the docking station and clicking 'play'. Immediately, music started to play, my hips starting to swing to the tune of it.

"O-oh, by the way, I'm Tom." He nodded.

"I know. I know who you are, Tom, I recognised you." I smiled as I danced.

"R-right, sorry. I'm just kind of nervous, I've never had a strip tease from a stripper before." He chuckled and shook his head.

"That's okay. I'll look after you." I reassured, making him let out a breathless chuckle as I danced. I danced around so that my back was facing the boy as I continued to swing my hips. I shrugged my jacket off slowly to the beat, the garment falling to the floor as I continued to dance with my back to Tom. After all, I didn't want to give him the perfect view until later, it was important to tease him and leave him wanting more before giving in. I danced back around to face him, a smile on my lips as he intently watched me dance. The boy gulped harshly, the growing tent in his jeans telling me that he was already very much enjoying my show. I raised my hand and started to undo my shirt teasingly slowly, my fingers gently unbuttoning a few of the buttons before turning back around. I looked over my shoulder and smirked at him as I teasingly pulled the fabric of my shirt off of it to reveal my bra strap, making Tom return the smirk and bite his lip as I continued to undo the buttons. Eventually that was fully undone and it dropped to the floor, a quiet sigh being heard from the boy as I was left just in my bra and jeans. This was where I could really tease him. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans before hooking my fingers into the waistband. I pulled on the belt loops to the music for a second before starting to pull them down. I purposefully wiggled my ass to pull them down, the fabric revealing my ass with only my thong against my skin as the jeans started to come down.

"Holy shit." I heard Tom moan quietly, the sounds only making my confidence surge as I bent down in front of him. I wiggled my ass as I pulled my jeans the rest of the way down before slowly standing back up so that he got the best view that he could get. I danced around again, the tent in Tom's jeans very evident now as I sauntered towards him.

"The next part is a lap dance. Is that okay with you?" I checked. His eyes widened slightly, his mouth once again falling open.

"Y-yeah, that's fine. Do I have any rules, l-like, am I not allowed to touch you or anything?" He gulped, my heart fluttering again at the boy checking so avidly that he didn't make me uncomfortable.

"Normally, you can't, but I don't mind you touching me." I admitted as I straddled his lap. As soon as I sat down on him, his hands raised to my waist, my body grinding against his as his hands roamed over my body.

"Fuck me, darling, you're stunning." He mumbled, making me smirk and bite my lip as I could tell that he was desperately trying not to lean in and kiss my neck. Of course I was only a stripper, I didn't hook up with my clients, but something about Tom made me really want to fuck him. And as long as I didn't tell my boss, no one would find out. I reached my hands behind my back, Tom's hands on my waist supporting my body on his lap as I unclipped my bra. Tom gulped harshly, his eyes flicking down to my chest as I pulled the bra away from my skin before dropping it to the floor.

"Fuck... " He mumbled, his boner now so evident that I could very much feel it against my still-clothed, and also soaked core as he looked up at me. My smile dipped at his gaze, it being my turn to gulp at the way that he was looking at me. The sexual tension between us was now palpable, and I could just tell that it was going to explode at any second. It did. Tom leant up and smashed our lips together, me immediately returning the kiss as he raised his hand to cup my face. It got heated within seconds, Tom's tongue slipping into my mouth and dominating the kiss as we made out. Suddenly, he broke it.

"Fuck, I-I'm so sorry, you don't do that, you're not meant to hook up with clients." He gulped.

"You're not a client anymore, Tom." I scoffed and shook my head before I leant in and reignited the kiss. He smirked into it, the kiss immediately becoming just as heated as it had been seconds before as we made out. His hands gripped my hips, my hands curling around the back of his neck and gently pulling on his curls as his clothed erection continued to tease my clothed core. Tom broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck, making me breathe out in pleasure as my hands moved down to his belt.

"Are you sure, beautiful?" he hummed into my neck.

"Are you?" I returned.

"Oh, I'm sure." He scoffed, making me smirk and bite my lip as he started to leave open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my skin.

"So am I." I reassured as my fingers speedily unbuckled his belt. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before reaching my hand into his boxers. He sucked in a breath, his hands immediately tightening on my hips as I pulled his rock-hard dick out.

"Fuck, love." He breathed into my neck.

"You really did enjoy my show, huh?" I smirked.

"How could I not, you're beautiful." He admitted. I smiled and bit my lip, Tom feeling universes away from the other clients that I tended to have as my hand started to move up and down his dick.

"Holy shit." He choked, his mouth hanging open and his head dropping to my shoulder as I began to jerk him off.

"Does that feel good, Tommy?" I cooed teasingly into his ear.

"Feels amazing, sweetheart, and hearing you call me that feels even better." He flirted back, making me smirk and bite my lip as I worked him with my hand. Quiet moans were now coming from his lips, the boy's hands tightening against my waist with every movement as I tightened my grip on him.

"Fuck, stop, love, I want to feel you, please, I don't just want that." He gulped. I smirked and raised my eyebrow at him.

"Naughty boy, asking for more when I've already given you so much." I teased, making him smirk and bite his lip as I stood from his lap.

"You're lucky that I want you just as badly." I stated, his eyes glued to me as I slowly pulled my thong down before straightening back up.

"Holy shit." He nodded as his hands quickly worked to grab a condom from his wallet. I smirked and climbed back onto him, the rubber on his dick within seconds. He looked back up at me.

"Are you sure about this, love? Are you absolutely sure that you're okay with this? I don't want to feel like you have to do anything." He checked again.

"Trust me, Tommy, I wouldn't be fucking you if I didn't want to. You're not the only one who wants this." I reassured. He gulped and gave me a small smile before leaning in and kissing me again. I returned it, my hands holding his face and his tongue slipping into my mouth as we made out again. Quiet sighs and moans left both of our lips as I sunk down onto him, my eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of being so perfectly filled by him.

"Holy fucking shit." I breathed into the kiss.

"You feel so good, sweetheart, fuck." He choked.

"So do you." I nodded, our lips still pressing together as I raised my hips. I sunk back down onto him, my breath catching in my throat as I started to ride him. Our lips continued to clash, our mouths moulding together perfectly as our tongues fought for dominance, but his of course won. Already the knot was starting to build in my stomach, our angle meaning that Tom's tip was hitting my g-spot perfectly with each fall of my hips back onto him.

"Fuck, you're so incredible, darling." Tom grunted as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck again.

"So are you. I'm glad that you're the one client that I chose to fuck." I teased, making him smirk into my skin as he continued to mark it up. Moans were steadily coming from both of our lips by now, the music still playing luckily loud enough to drown it out so that no one outside would hear what we were doing. After all, it was a massive no-no for us to fuck the clients, but like I'd said to him, Tom didn't feel like a client anymore. I knew that that was silly when we'd barely talked before having fucked, but I felt a connection with him, and it was obvious that he felt it too. The knot was getting tighter by the second, every fall of my hips onto him pushing me closer towards my orgasm as I continued to ride him. The sound of our skin slapping together bounced off of the velvet walls of the suite, the smell of sex and our moans surrounding us as the boy tightly gripped my hips and helped me down onto him.

"Love, I'm getting close, I won't last much longer." Tom grunted into my neck as he thrust into me equally as harshly as I was sitting down onto him so that his hips were meeting mine halfway.

"Neither will I, Tommy, it's okay." I choked. I was pulling harshly on his beautiful curls by now, the boy moaning into my skin and fanning hot breath against my neck as he did. I choked as the knot got tighter, my body starting to become rigid in his arms as it prepared itself for what was about to come. Until it hit.

"Tommy, fuck, fuck!" I cried out as my orgasm hit me. My eyes squeezed shut, my mouth hanging open as the waves of pleasure started to course through me. My legs shook on either side of his lap, his arms holding my seizing body into his chest as I pulled harshly on his curls.

"Darling, holy shit, fuck." Tom moaned as he came too. His fingernails dug into my skin, the boy also going rigid underneath me before he relaxed again. We panted heavily as we came down from the highs, my heart racing in my chest as my eyes fluttered open. I'd just broken the sacred rule of the club: never fuck a client. But frankly, I couldn't have given less of a shit.

"Wow." Tom breathed, making me chuckle and nod as I gently eased myself off of him.

"That was amazing." I smiled as I grabbed my thong and pulled it back on before grabbing my bra.

"It really was. Definitely wasn't what I was expecting after my friends dragged me out tonight, but now, I'm so fucking glad that they did." He admitted as he binned the condom before tucking his dick away. I couldn't help but smile at how sweet the boy was, my heart twanging slightly in pain at the idea that he wouldn't come back to the club again, and therefore I wouldn't see him again.

"Well, you definitely got your worth. So did I, I had fun." I confessed as I pulled my jeans and shirt back on. Tom's smile dipped slightly as he looked at me.

"You did? This wasn't just work for you?" He asked hopefully. My eyes widened slightly as I did the last button of my shirt up, my heart leaping in my chest as I realised what I'd told him.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that-."

"Can I give you my number?" He cut me off. I gulped harshly, my heart starting to race again. I wasn't to be gotten wrong, I definitely felt the connection with Tom, but fucking him after doing my job and giving him a strip tease, and giving him my phone number so that we could talk after he left were two very different things. Though, despite the slight reservation, everything else was telling me to do it.

"Sure. I don't see the harm in that." I nodded, making him smile and stand up as I got my phone out of my pocket. I gave it to him, my eyes on him as he typed away rapidly on my phone. I felt like a giddy schoolgirl at the idea of him having my number, a feeling that I had lost after only a few shifts of starting to work here. That was enough to tell me that the connection with Tom that I had discovered tonight was genuine. I just didn't know completely how to feel about that.

"Awesome, there you go." Tom chuckled as he handed me back my phone.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"No, thank you. You made this night worth it." He admitted. I bit my lip, the boy seemingly never failing to be adorable. I put my hand on his chest, making him look at me as I leant up and pressed our lips together again. He returned the kiss, our eyes fluttering shut as his hand raised to cup my waist. I broke the kiss and looked at him.

"I'll see you around, Tommy." I nodded.

"I definitely hope so." He smiled, making me return it as he pecked my lips again before opening the door and heading out. I sighed and bit my lip as I ran through the events of the night in my head. And what a night it had been. I just hoped that I would see Tom again, and that it didn't end up being a one-time thing, but right now, there was no way to tell. And that was what sucked. I left the room after a minute, the group of boys already filing out of the club and therefore not seeing me as I headed to the bar.

"Here you go, Y/N." Joe nodded as he placed my bag on the bar.

"Thanks, Joe. Have a good night." I spoke as I grabbed it.

"You too." He smiled. I returned it and started to head out, my mind filled with thoughts of Tom as I left work and headed home.