•Mötley Crüe Imagines•

"I'm not wearing that" V.N

⚠️Language + sexual content + drug/alcohol use⚠️
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Vince Neil and Emma McCoy definitely weren't your average couple. You wouldn't find them dining out together at a fancy restaurant, or having a romantic picnic in the park. No, instead you would find them at a crack house party doing lines of cocaine together off the sink in the washroom.

Emma's devilish personality mixed with Vince's sinful ways like a bad cocktail. They weren't together to make each other better, or to hopefully start a loving family one day. They were together simply because they got more out of life when with one another.

But whose to say they didn't love each other? Maybe they did, and they just had a funny way of showing it. Emma had a way of telling Vince she loved him that would seem toxic to most, by giving him what's between her legs. And with Vince fueling her drug needs as a way of expressing his love, it all worked out in the end.

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"Are you sober?" Emma asked as she looked at the blonde singer beside her. They were both seated on the couch, heads resting back with the television playing quietly in the background.

"Mostly, I had a couple beers though," Vince spoke in nearly a whisper. He met Emma's glance and flashed a smile; "why? Got somethin' you wanna do?"

"Maybe, if you're willing," the girl slowly traced the tip of her finger down Vince's chest, a suspicious smile plastered on her pretty face.

"Anything for you, doll," he replied and went back to his original position, head back with his eyes closed.

Emma got up off the couch and went to their shared bedroom. Surprisingly, the room wasn't half bad. All their clothes were neatly put away with the exception of the dirty pile, and the bed was made damn near perfectly. But Emma wasn't concerned about that, instead she went to her half of the dresser and pulled out one of her many mini skirts. A cute one, pink leather with a black zipper on the side.

She walked back into the living room, going to straddle Vince's lap. She did so, placed the skirt beside her, then wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I have something I want you to wear," Emma placed a gentle kiss to his cheek, making him open his eyes.

"Oh yeah? What is it?" Vince couldn't help but smile as he ran his hands up Emma's sides and into her soft hair. What the man wasn't expecting? Emma to reach beside her a grab a skirt. "Oh hell no,"

"Come on! You wear makeup and tight leather clothing all the time!" Emma complained, thinking back to the Looks That Kill music video. She had to admit, Vince looked absolutely fucking stunning.

"Because I'm comfortable with my femininity, but in that? You could easily see my dick," the singer complained, but Emma wasn't giving up that easy.

"That's the point. Come on, rockstar. Cooperate," the girl left a trail of kisses down Vince's neck, leaving some very visible red and purple marks.

"Since you asked so nicely.." Vince picked Emma up off his lap and set her down on the couch before snatching the skirt out of her hand and stomping to their room to put it on.

A good five minutes passed before Vince walked out of the bedroom wearing the skirt. He tried desperately to pull it down, or to pull his tshirt down to cover anything that may be visible.

"You look sexy," Emma laughed happily as she watched him struggle with a bright tint of red on his cheeks.

"I feel violated!" Vince snapped and threw his hands in the air in a fit of anger, causing the skirt to rid up.

"Stop complaining," Emma got up off the couch and pressed her chest against Vince, pursing her lips before giving him a heated kiss. There was no hesitation from the singer to kiss back, even though he just had the feeling of being ridiculed thirty seconds ago.

Slowly but surely, the two made their way to the bedroom. It was no uncommon occurrence, but it seemed like Emma was in charge, and that was the difference with this situation.

"What do you want from me, huh?" Vince mumbled as he pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath. With his fingertips dug into Emma's hips, and his cheeks tinted red, he went in for another kiss before the girl got to answer. Although he was met with a finger pressed to his lips.

"Please yourself, and let me watch," Emma's usual cocky grin was plastered on her face. She knew the type of power she held over the man, he simply couldn't resist her.

"You're such a bitch," harshly, but not too harsh, Vince pushed Emma towards the bed; "but this is different, and you know I'm a sucker for trying new things,"

"So go on, baby," Emma sat in their bed with her back pressed against the headboard. Watching the blonde's hand dip down between his legs turned the girl on, and the action was reciprocated. The pair were touching themselves to the sight of each other.

With discarded articles of clothing on the floor and broken moans leaving the room, it was only a matter of time before one of them went to touch the other. Before long, Vince ultimately lost the unspoken challenge.

"Emma.. come on. I need you.." and that was enough for her. Emma got up off the bed, grabbed Vince's hand, and laid him down. She was on top for majority of the night, but as the time went on, things got interesting.

As if they couldn't get anymore interesting.

The two were truly a different couple, if you can even call them that. Maybe they love each other, maybe it's a false sense of security. But all in all, they have fun together. And that's all that matters to a couple twenty-year-olds.