☙ rockstar imagines

shake me

A hint of smut-ish

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TOM'S POV

Y/N is the type of girl that any man would want. She's got a career as a Playboy model, so she's well known amongst the men around the world. Luckily, I got to know her a little more than the rest of those suckers.

It all started when Y/N and I ended up at the same party one night. She was there with a few of her Playboy friends, and I was obviously there with Cinderella. She immediately caught my attention when I noticed her standing across the room from me. A bunch of guys kept going up to her, attempting to flirt, but she kept rejecting them every time.

I took this opportunity as a challenge. I was gonna try to win her over to beat all those other rocker guys that tried to talk to her before. I had a feeling this wasn't gonna be easy and that she would turn me down too because she rejected Tommy Lee. Tommy fucking Lee.

But my drunken state told me I could do it. With a smug look on my face, I walked up to her, and she immediately focused all her attention on me. Alright, I was liking this.

Her friends ended up ditching us, leaving Y/N and I alone. We had gone off to go get some more drinks, and I found a quiet corner for us to sit outside. We talked and drank; it was easy to say that we were both drunk.

"Do you wanna do something fun?" Y/N said to me, pulling the collar of my jacket towards her so our noses were practically touching.

I hummed. "Like what?"

"I think it's something we'd both enjoy." She kissed me lazily. I knew in that moment exactly what she wanted. I wasted no time finding us an empty room in the big house this party was in for us to do it.

Ever since that night, Y/N and I have been what most people would call friends with benefits. She comes over when we have gigs near where she's shooting for Playboy. Sometimes I go over to her place. I think it's what Y/N and I both want. Sex with no strings attached. But I've recently been thinking of going further than that with her, but I don't know if she would want that.

A knock on my hotel door is heard, and I rush to open it, knowing Y/N will be standing on the other side of it. The door swings open, and a smile creeps on my face.

"Long time, no see." She says as she walks past me into my hotel suite.

"I was going to say the same." I comment. Shutting the door, I join Y/N as she sits at the foot of the bed, her shoes already kicked off.

"So, how's the band?" She asks me.

"Good. Touring's been great." I nod.

"Fucked any groupies recently?" She asks with a laugh.

"Actually, no." I respond, glancing over at her to see her reaction.

"What? Are you only letting me fuck you now?" She talks with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

I nod. "I think you're enough."

The look on her face tells me she wasn't expecting those words to come out of my mouth. If I can let her know how I feel about her, she'll realize that I now want more than just a stupid friends with benefits relationship with her.

Her big E/C eyes look up at me. She slowly leans in and connects our lips together. Her lips feel soft against mine as I kiss her slowly. I feel a rush go through my stomach, and I kiss Y/N deeper.

She adjusts herself to straddle my lap and is tugging at the hem of my shirt. I pull away before she can get any further.

"Is something wrong?" She immediately asks.

I rest my hands on her hips. "Y/N, how often do you think about us and what we have?"

"I don't know." Y/N shrugs. "What do you mean by what we have?"

"The friends with benefits thing. Does that title bother you?"

She shakes her head. "Not really. I mean, if that's what we both want... I don't really know what else we could call what we have." She ends with a small chuckle.

I take a deep breath and look Y/N in the eyes. "I was hoping we could change that title now," I tell her.

A slight look of shock spreads on her face. "What are you trying to say, Tom?"

"I'm trying to say that I've grown to have feelings for you, Y/N. All this time that we spend together just makes me wonder why we aren't together. You're a really nice girl, Y/N, and I've grown to like you a whole lot."

I feel a weight being lifted off my chest after I admit to Y/N how I feel about her. She looks at me, her mouth agape, not really knowing what to say to me.

"If you don't feel that wa-" I go to say but get cut off by a kiss. I feel Y/N smile against my lips, and it makes my stomach do a thousand flips.

"I've grown to like you a lot too, Tom." She says this after pulling back. "But I didn't know if you felt the same."

I smile. "I'm so happy we're telling each other this right now. The guys have been bugging me for the past month to admit my feelings to you, but I always chickened out."

Hearing this makes her laugh. "You could've told me. I don't bite."

"I know. I just felt you were a little out of my league." I admit to her, and she frowns a bit.

"Aw, Tom, don't think like that. Do you know how many girls would kill to have lips like yours?" She chuckles. "They are very kissable."

I feel my cheeks get hot.

"Oh? Are you blushing over my comment?" Y/N smiles.

"Shut up." I laugh before pulling her in to kiss me once again.

The night rolled in, and Y/N fell asleep in my arms. I can definitely get used to this.

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