Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 2.0

The dance *SMUT* (Tom Holland)

Requested by Alalalallalalallaal: Y/N is a famous dancer and is dating Tom. She really isn't the sensual dancer type but when she prepares one super sexy dance routine, she performs it for him and gets carried away, eventually giving him a lap dance with minor stripping. He gets turned on and then one thing leads to another.

I stood in mine and Tom's home gym, my body facing the wall of mirrors that we had set up to make it double as a dance studio. Tom and I had met two years ago, when we had both been hired as dancers to perform in a music video. We had been together ever since. Whilst my boyfriend was an actor before he was a dancer, being a dancer was my full-time occupation. I did pretty standard stuff, nothing too out there. Well, until this job. I'd been hired by a pop artist to choreograph and perform a sexy dance for their music video, which was very hard as that wasn't my usual style. But I was going to try anyway. I took a deep breath and turned my Spotify on, the song that I was dancing to starting to play. I started to sway my hips, moving my body as my hands moved down my neck and to my chest. I started to dance and make my body roll and move in a sexy way to the music. I dropped to the ground, ready for the floor part of my routine as I rolled onto my back. I arched my back off of the floor, my head lolling as I peeled myself up. I put my legs into the air and moved them about, my chest pressing to the floor as I rolled onto my stomach. I raised my ass into the air and thrust my hips up before raising my ass even more and arching my back so that my chest pressed against the laminated wood flooring. I stood up and moved my hips again, my hands running through my hair and down my neck before I struck the final pose. I panted heavily as the music stopped. I sighed and bit my lip. I was happy with the dance overall, but I couldn't figure out if it was sexy enough for the artist. And if I didn't meet the brief, I didn't get paid.

"Working hard, or hardly working?" I looked to the side and smiled as Tom stood in the doorway, holding a bottle of water.

"I'm sweaty and panting, what do you think?" I chuckled, my eyes skimming down my boyfriend's body as it was only clad in a tank top and a pair of low-hanging sweatpants. He returned it as he walked in and handed me the water bottle.

"I don't know, darling, we do plenty of other stuff that leads to you ending up like that." he teased as he curled his arm around my waist and leant down to kiss my neck. I giggled and shook my head, making him smirk.

"Actually, Tommy, now that you're here, I could use your help with something." I nodded. He raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, love, but please remember that you're the professional dancer, not me." he shook his head, making me chuckle and grab the fold-up chair that was in the corner of the room.

"I need your opinion on if my routine is sexy enough. So, you're going to sit here and watch me." I stated as I opened the chair and placed it down. Tom's eyebrows raised again as he sat on the chair.

"My only job is to sit here and watch you do a sexy dance? Count me in." he continued to flirt. I smirked and bit my lip, my heart starting to thump as I realised that something could happen between us because of the dance. I had to put my all into it.

"You ready?" I checked as I rewound the song on Spotify.

"Mhm." he nodded. I returned it and got into my first position as the music started to play.

Tom's P.O.V

"You ready?" Y/N checked as she rewound the song on Spotify.

"Mhm." he nodded. She returned it and got into her first position as the music started to play. Tom watched contently, his eyes glued to his beautiful girlfriend as she started to dance. Tom loved many things about Y/N, but nothing would ever beat watching her work. Her stunning body always looked incredible as it moved, even though she wasn't the type of dancer to do sexual routines. Though Tom didn't care, she looked absolutely beautiful whatever dance she did, the way that her body moved was so elegant and graceful. But this dance, was different. The boy still loved it, but she was moving in ways that he'd never seen before. Her hips were swaying from side to side, her hands were roaming her body like his usually did. And well, it was really fucking turning him on. She looked at him, making him smirk and bite his lip as his eyes shamelessly raked down her body. This was about to get interesting.