THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

Little Flirt | Tom Holland

  written by: @/webslingerholland  

Summary: In which, Tom Holland decides to flirt with his choreographer for his upcoming Lip Sync Battle...

Warning: harmless flirting and inappropriate jokes

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot

At the given moment, Tom Holland was in his own little world. He danced to his own pleasure, not following the instructions of his choreographer. He hummed in tune with the song and moved his body around in a cringe worthy manner.

"Tom!" Tom's choreographer shouted over the blasting music. "Can we at least try to get your routine down first before you start going all freestyle on me?"

He smirked at her in response and continued to let his body flow in tune with the music. "You know what else I would be willing to go down on?"

Y/N rolled her eyes at him and walked over to the bluetooth speaker, turning off the music. He groaned in protest and opened his mouth to answer his own question, but Y/N silenced him by raising her hand up to him.

"Do not answer that," she said strictly. "Look, do you want to win this thing?" He nodded his head eagerly. "Then you are going to have to do exactly what I say. Understand?"

"Are you always this sassy and bossy?"

"I don't know. Are you always this childish?" She snapped back. Tom simply chuckled at her and shook his head.

"I run on caffeine, sarcasm, and inappropriate thoughts, darling. So to answer your question...yes. I am always this childish. Some might suggest it being my middle name," Y/N rolled her eyes at him.

"I know for a fact that your middle name is not childish. It's Stanley."

"Did you google me to find out that answer?"

Tom crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at her. Y/N opened her mouth to protest but ended up just closing it when no words decided to come out. Tom chuckled softly at her.

"What's wrong love? Cat got your tongue?"

Y/N glared at him before spinning on her heels, walking over to the speaker again and turning it on. "Again from the top," she ordered him. Tom looked over at her, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes ma'am."

"You really know how to get under her skin, don't you?" Harrison told Tom. They both of them leaning up against the wall, watching Y/N scurry around her studio in attempts to find some dance shoes.

"It's almost too easy," Tom chuckled.

"Hey," Y/N said. "Are we going to get to work or what?"

"Am I making you frustrated, love?"

"Please," Y/N scoffed. "If I wanted to kill myself, I would simply climb your ego and jump to your IQ." Harrison choked back a laugh and Tom frowned at her.

"Did you just insult me?" Tom asked her, a small playful smirk dancing on his face.

"No, I wasn't insulting you. I was describing you." Harrison laughed out loud, and he had to cover his own mouth to contain his laughter. Tom glared across the room at Y/N. "What's wrong love? Cat got your tongue?" Y/N mimicked the British boy perfectly.

Tom stormed off out of the room and Harrison's laughs began to dial down. Y/N shrugged her shoulders and smirked to herself in victory. "I believe you won that round, darling," Harrison laughed.

"Yes, I believe I did."

Tom held up his costume he was to wear for his Rihanna performance. Y/N pursed her lips together in thought as she gazed at the leathery attire. "You are wearing that?"

"I know. I know you would much rather see me in something else or maybe you would prefer nothing at all," he smirked and she rolled her eyes at him. "I plan on..."

"Humiliating yourself in public? That's nice," Y/N said, nodding her head. "But you do know Zendaya is going to kick your ass, right?"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Just remember, you are my instructor. If I fail, you fail," Tom spoke. Y/N shook her head and laughed slightly at him.

"I'm so jealous of people who don't know you"

Tom exited the fitting room in his full on Rihanna outfit. Y/N winced at his look and shook her head in disbelief. Tom smirked at her reaction and batted his eyelashes at her. "What? Does this turn you on?"

"Quite the opposite actually. It turns me off," Y/N admitted, looking him over. "I can't believe you are actually going to go through with this. What are you twelve?"

"Yeah, on a scale of one to ten." Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance and made her way out of the studio, Tom following close behind her. She stopped by the curtain and they both looked out onto the stage.

"Alright well, don't blame me if you trip and fall on your ass. The water was your idea, not mine," she insisted, while putting her hands up in defeat. Tom chuckled softly and shook his head.

"Hey, I am going to be fine." He looked down at her and gently took hold of her hands. "You know, if I don't make it back alive...I just wanted to tell you that I love you."

"It's good that you are confessing because Zendaya is going to slay you," Y/N admitted while rolling her eyes at his cheesy attitude.

"Why are you rooting for her? I am your student!"

"Yes, and I have zero confidence in you."

"Wish me luck?" He leaned forward, hoping to get a little something in return. Y/N shook her head and gently pushed the British boy away from her.

"Oh no you don't. If you think I am going to give you a good luck kiss, then you have got another thing coming," she said. Tom shrugged his shoulders and quickly leaned down, planting a kiss to her cheek. She opened her mouth in disbelief as he brush past her. "You little flirt!"

"Promise me one thing, Y/N?" Tom said, before walking out onto the stage. She crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head to the side.

"What?"

"If I end up winning the Lip Sync Battle, you have to promise me you will go on a date with me?"

"I already know you are going to lose," Y/N said, throwing her hands up in defeat.

"Then you should have no problem agreeing to our little bet," Tom shrugged. There was a split moment of silence between the two. The announcer spoke over the PA, saying that they were back from their commercial break and that Tom needed to get on stage. "Do we have a deal?"

Y/N pursed her lips together in thought and slowly nodded her head in agreement. "Deal."