Classic Rock Imagines

Vince Neil; Nobody's Perfect 🌸

Requested by ~ seasons-of-wither (Allirah)

~ Allirah's POV ~

Dating the one and only Vince Neil was completely unlike what you would probably expect it to be like. Or, on the other hand, it was probably exactly what you would expect. Elaborate gifts and trips, constant partying with tons of drugs and alcohol, and of course, hardly ever getting to leave the bedroom.

It was everything that I wanted, and so much more. Not to say that it was never overwhelming or exhausting, it was those two things most of the time, but being with him was well worth everything that I didn't love wholeheartedly.

We have been going out for a year or so, and we probably would've been married by now had Vince been a regular guy instead of some out of control rockstar. I think he's just been reluctant to propose, knowing that I'd say yes, because that would mean he'd have to settle down to some extent.

I was thinking of these things as I was laying awake one Sunday morning, getting nervous about our plans to go to the beach today. I turned around in bed to see Vince still fast asleep. He probably would sleep really late, considering we were up pretty late last night as we were out drinking with the guys.

I quietly got out of bed, careful to not disturb Vince at all, and headed into the kitchen to get something to eat. I put a couple slices of bread into the toaster and started a pot of coffee, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Hey baby," Vince's voice called from his bedroom now, nearly making me jump in surprise.

"Hey," I greeted right away. "I thought you were still sleeping."

"I was," he said, walking over to where I was standing in the kitchen. "That was before I got a glimpse of this ass," he rasped into my ear as he stood right behind me, giving my ass a light and gentle squeeze as he chuckled at my reaction.

I turned around and playfully hit him on the arm, laughing back at him in response.

"You ready to go or what?" He said suddenly with a wide smile, showing his teeth as his chest heaved from the slight excitement I had caused by lightly hitting him in the arm.

"I just woke up," I said. "I wanna at least eat and get changed."

"Oh that second part sounds fun," Vince said. "Can I watch?" He said, now wrapping his arms around me because I had turned around to start buttering my toast.

"No," I teased. "I don't think my boyfriend would like that."

"Oh, you have a boyfriend?" Vince asked, playing into my charade as he rested his chin on my shoulder, still standing behind me with his arms wrapping even tighter now across my stomach.

"Yeah," I sighed. "He'd probably be pissed if he knew some other guy was grabbing my ass, too."

"What would he do about it?" Vince asked, his hot breath hitting my neck now and making my breathing quicken.

"I don't know," I said, grabbing the toast and taking a bite of it now. Even with my mouth full, I added, "he'd probably kick your ass for starters."

"Yeah?" He questioned, lazily dragging his lips across the edge of my ear now.

"Yeah," I said, slightly choking on my breath because things seemed to be heating up dramatically.

"Then what?" Vince kept on questioning, his breath now causing goosebumps to form on my arms.

"Then he'd probably make sure I never think of you ever again," I finished.

"How so?" Vince pushed on, begging for me to just say it already.