This story will contain: fluff, smut, angst, just request! I only own "y/n" I do not own Tom or any other characters.. enjoy <3 promise it gets better as you go on :)
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Summary: your roommate knows almost everything about you, except for one secret that you didn't dare to share.. you're a stripper.. Warnings: stripping, Tom in low key shock, swearing, fluff, a pinch of angst, a lot spice, slight Dom!tom, smutty stuff, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your Willy 😭). Pairing: roommate/carpenter!Tom x stripper!reader Word count: 3.2k Song suggestion: collide (tyga) when you see the first *, and when you see the second one play right here- chase Atlantic.
Your POV: "Tom have you seen my eyeliner!?" You shouted, you chuckled when you heard his lazy footsteps tread towards your room.
"What? Yo- oh, how about this one?" He asked, grabbing your eyeliner that was put on your dressing drawers, you groaned and took it from his hand, mumbling a small 'thank you' before applying it to your eyes.
"Running later than usual tonight?" Tom chuckled, making you sigh, nod and thank the lords above that you put on your sweat pants and hoody before you called Tom in.
You were wearing a skimpy pair of maroon lace underwear for work tonight, and in your bag was your tiny skirt and not so covering shirt.
Why was this? You were a stripper. You had been in the business for a few years now and you hadn't looked back. You fell in love with your job after the first week. No, you didn't want to escape. You loved expressing yourself through dance, even if you had to take off some articles of clothing along the way, you felt sexy when you danced, you got paid a good amount as well.
The only problem was your roommate.. he had no idea what you did for a living, you had told him you worked for a club as a bartender on the night shift, he had offered to take you there, pick you up or even visit you at work, but you simply said 'don't worry about it, I'll see you when I get home' you weren't even sure how much longer you'd have to keep this secret for, but you just didn't want to tell him, not yet at least. He might judge you, or treat you differently because of how you got your money, and you didn't want that.
"Yeah, but anyway, how was the date?" You asked with a small smirk on your face, Tom chuckled and shook his head, sitting on your bed behind your makeup table, so you had to look at him through the mirror.
"Yeah it was alright" he muttered, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoody.
"She said fuck me like I'm famous I said okay" you sang, giggling when you saw him furrow his eyebrows.
"What?" He chuckled, making you shake your head and tie up your hair into a quick pony tail, you'd do the rest at work.
"The date clearly went well, you played chase Atlantic, that's like music code for I'm banging some chick" you giggled, standing up and grabbing your bag that held the rest of your uniform in it.
"Sure, yeah, you want me to drive you to work?" He offered, as he watched you walk away, making you turn around.
"No it's alright, I already ordered an Uber, don't wait up" you chuckled, but before you could leave once again he spoke again.
