Not Just A Booty Call

Not Just a Booty Call Part 1

A/N: Hello to those of you who decided to read my story I want to start with saying thank you and I hope you like this Imagine. This story is based off an Imagine that was dedicated to me by the lovely Rhiannonleee :) I hope it's as good as hers was. If you haven't read her stories yet and your are a fan Of Thomas Brodie-Sangster I recommend you read some of her stories. Anyways enough Introduction on with the story.

It's 11:00pm and I'm just sitting here in my hotel room in London watching TV, but not really. The television was only on to distract me. I needed to distract myself. If not I would be sitting here very anxious waiting for him.

Just the thought of knowing he's on his way over here to see me puts me on edge. He's like a drug that I can't get enough of. His sexy accent, his hair, his body just him being himself in general is amazing.

He's perfect from head to toe their is nothing about him that I don't love. Even his name is amazing Thomas Brodie-Sangster it has such sexy feel to it just saying it out loud. Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

I'm in love with him. I'm deeply In love with him. What started out as a unexpected night out with my friends in a local bar in Lodon ended with one of the first of many wonderful nights of my life.

It was the night I met him. Of course I obviously already knew who he was before.How could I not? He is a freaking movie star! But when we met that night I swear it was like an unexpected dream come true. We drank, we talked, we laughed and we drank some more.

I swear If it weren't for the drinking that night would not have ended the way it did. We would not have ended up back in his apartment lying naked on his bed panting out of breath.

Maybe I shouldn't blame the alcohol I wasn't that far gone. I knew what I was doing. Better yet I knew I wanted to sleep with him. What I didn't know is that I would have the privilege of having him mostly every night all to myself.

So here I am pretending to watch TV waiting for him to arrive so he can make love to me like he has the past couple weeks. If only he was actually in love with me. If only he was actually mine to begin with.

Sadly I will only ever be just his "booty call" or "hook up".

" Y/N ! I'm here. Open the door love." He's finally here the wait is over.

I walk up to the door of my hotel room and open it with excitement of what's to come.

"Hi Thomas" I smile at him.

He smiles back and let's himself in. He walks right to the bed and lies his whole body on top of the mattress his face on the pillow.

"Mmmmmhh" is all he says and he just lays their for a couple of minutes with a small smile on his face.

I sit next him on the bed and just stair at him. I resist the urge to touch his hair he has made it clear to me that all he wants from me is sex. I try to refrain from touching him with a sweet sentiment because I don't want it to get awkward between us. So I just sit here and stare at him.

He opens his eyes and looks at me.

"Do you mind helping me with something?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

He then turns his body around sits up and pulls my hand to his crotch and then I feel it his long hard bulge. We have had sex several times before and it still surprises me that I'm able to have this effect on him.

I just look down at my hand and where it's touching him and I rub it up and down. He leans in close to my face and starts kissing me I kiss back with eagerness.