Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

4: Rihanna

"Come here, come here," Z giggled.

I frowned at the floor. "Why? Where are you anyway?"

On the other side of the phone I heard Tom singing Umbrella off key.

"Oh, come on, you know exactly where I am. Tom and I just finished our lip sync battle, and you'd better get down here before he takes his costume off," she replied.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter and spun the car in a crazy circle. The tires squealed.

"What the hell are you even doing?!" Z cried when she heard the screaming sound.

"Coming down. You do know I've seen him in a suit before, right?" I responded sassily as I slowed the car down.

I heard Z snort. "You're in for a lovely surprise honey."

I rolled my eyes and hung up.

Upon arriving at the studio, I met Z outside.

"Hey girl!" She called.

I noticed she was standing by the back door, scoping the entrance. I looked left and right and jogged uneasily to her.

Uneasily cause of these high heels. "Hey Bruno, have you seen Zendaya?"

She made a face. "Ha ha ha."

I smiled and took her hand as she pulled me inside and slammed the big heavy door.

"Come meet Rihanna," she spun around and tugged me behind her to a dressing room.

"Wait, what on earth are you-" I stopped when she opened the door and Tom stood, laughing with Harrison.

It was his outfit that made me stop talking.

One that happened to make him look exactly like Rihanna, or a stripper. Either would suffice.

He saw me and his smile turned into a far more seductive one. "Hello darling," he started strutting toward me.

I scoffed. "Whoa Rihanna. Hold up, I've got a boyfriend."

Tom's smile widened. "Aw, damn it."

I laughed. "You..you look great. And Z, you look amazing."

Z winked.

Tom gave me a fake pout. "You missed my dance."

Z handed me her phone. "Oh no, she can watch it here."

I took her phone, seeing a video on screen.

Tom watched me slightly nervously as I watched him dance.

"Holy shit Tom, you're so good!" I breathed toward the end.

I was laughing and almost crying the whole time.

Why crying, you ask? Cause I missed the damn thing.

He smiled wider. "I'm glad you think so, darling."

I handed Z her phone before turning to Tom with a sneaky look. "Think you can give me a private show?"

Harrison whistled. "Dang girl!"

I laughed. Then I placed my tongue on the roof of my mouth and gave Tom puppy eyes.

He winked. "A'right. I'll give you a private show."

Z clapped. "Ooh! After he twerked in front of me, I'm sure he could lap dance for you girl!"

"I'd let him lap-dance me," I whispered.

Tom's face turned red.

"Don't worry babe, no one but me will be watching," I winked at him this time.

He shrugged. "Okay, sure."

It was my turn to clap.

"You know, I'm certain this'll be pretty kinky," Harrison mused.

I gave him a look.

He rose one eyebrow before tossing me the umbrella. "Here you go. You two get out of here."

Z motioned to the door.

"See ya!" I called over my shoulder.

Tom licked his lips. "This'll be fun."

I rubbed my hands together as I walked past him through the door. "I'm looking forward to it."

He tapped my butt as I passed.