Mötley Crüe Imagines

Vince Neil- She's My Cherry Pie

Requested by thethrillernight

Warnings: BJs and cat fights

"Fuck those bimbo whores!" You grunted, stomping into your hotel room, throwing your purse and shopping bags at your wall. Today didn't start off too well, you and Vince were shopping in Malibu, spending quality time away from the band, when a group of overly tanned, extension wearing cunts came your way.

"No way. Aren't you're Vince Neil from that band?" The one with her shorts' fly unzipped said.

"Oh. My. God. Trix, he is!" The shorter one with awful highlights shrieked. You cringed at the sound. The had the most dramatic Malibu accent you've ever heard. Vince didn't seem to mind, in fact, he looked like he was enjoying himself a little too much.

"Guilty" your boyfriend says raising his hands up and laughing

"Hmmm..." the third one said slurping her drink, "What are you doing in Malibu?"

"We're on tour," He said as you link arms, squeezing his bicep angrily, "oh right, this is my girlfriend, Y/N." He says as you smile and twiddle your fingers at them sarcastically.

"We're just shopping and exploring the Miami scene." You said getting closer to Vince as you place your hand on his chest, "wasn't expecting fans though..."

The girls glared at you and rolled their eyes, "wouldn't think the singer for a world famous band would pick a trashy slut like you" the one in the middle said smirking at you. Vince just stood there in shock, but you couldn't blame him.

"Fuck you, you deep fried Barbie Doll!" You said lunging at her, ripping out a handful of clip-on hair extensions.

"Oops" you said shrugging.

The girl's face was glowing red, "you fucking bitch! Do you have any idea how much those cost?!" She said stomping her foot in the ground.

"I did you a favor, you could see the clips from a mile away!" You said as you both started swinging at each other. She grabbed you face, but you bit her hand making her shriek out in pain. You took that to your advantage and held her in a choke hold. She started struggling until her friends started grabbing at her to free their friend, and Vince grabbed your torso to get you off her. The managed rip you two apart, both of you looking extremely disheveled.

"Fuck you ugly slut! You fat piece of shit! You should see the way your boyfriend looks at me, if I were you, I'd be scared of me. I'll have your man moaning my name by the time you leave Miami!" She yells. You growl and punch her in the face with all your force. Both of you get pulled apart and dragged away. You glare over to her, smirking when you see blood dripping from her nose. She screams and thrashes against her friends trying to pull her away.

"I'll see you at the concert tonight bitch!" She screams. You only spit at her face and flip her off while walking back to the car with Vince.

You groaned, running your hands through your hair, pulling on some with frustration. The whole ride home, Vince was trying to console you saying that he would never do any of the things that she said, and that she was out of line starting that with you, but you couldn't help ignoring him. You had no reason to be mad at him, but you were because you never would know if he was fucking around with a bimbo like her when you weren't around. He dropped you off at the hotel so he could rehearse with the band before the show. You were frustrated and angry that he might be fucking girls behind your back, so you had to make sure he thought of no one besides you.