☙ rockstar imagines

*backup singer

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DUFF'S POV

She is so fucking hot. Every time she enters a room, I have to leave 5 minutes later or else she'll see that I have a boner. Y/N Y/L/N is a hot backup singer we hired for the Illusion Tour. Management strictly told us not to sleep with any of the backup singers, but it takes everything in me not to take it that far with Y/N. 

Every night on stage, without a doubt, I look at her. Sometimes I even have my back to the crowd, because that's how fucking hot she is. You just have to look.

She has a figure that I'm sure even other girls are jealous of. She stands quite tall, but never as tall as me. And her face—I can't stop looking at it. She has the most plump and kissable lips ever. I have thought about kissing those lips so many times. Y/N has the sexiest smile ever. She is so confident when she smiles; she's not afraid to show it off.

"Duff, 15 minutes till show time!" One of the backstage crew members knocked on the other side of my door. I hear his footsteps walk away from my dressing room, and suddenly I hear some running towards my dressing room. I ignore them and continue to drink my vodka.

"Duff! Can you please help me?" There's a big bang on my door. Boom-boom-boom. I rush to open the door, and Y/N is standing in the hallway holding the back of her dress with a look of panic on her face.

"Can you help me zip my dress? I think the zipper is stuck." She walks into my dressing room, and the sound of her heels hitting the floor fills the room.

The dress she's wearing for tonight's show is a black skin-tight dress that stops mid-thigh, revealing a bit of her cleavage. I can't even put into words how horny I am right now.

"Umm, sure," I say as she turns her back to me. "You just want me to zip it up?"

"Yeah." She nods. "Sorry if I'm bothering you with this."

I fiddle with the zipper to get the material out of it. "Oh, no, Y/N. It's all right. I'm all ready for the show anyway."

As the zipper gets un-stuck, and I pull it up to close her dress, I notice as I'm zipping it that she doesn't have a bar on. My eyes go wide for a second, but I try to brush it off.

"There." I say it awkwardly after the zip reaches the top of her dress.

She turns around and smiles. Fuck. "Thank you so much."

I look down at her. She looks up at me. I notice she looks at my lips and then into my eyes. Fuck what management said.

I smash my lips on hers, and she immediately gives in. The lips that I've been wanting to kiss for so long are now on mine, so I'm not holding back. She runs her hands through my hair as the kiss gets deeper and pulls on the hair at the nape of my neck. A small moan escapes my lips as she does so, causing her to smile against my lips.

"You liked that, huh?" Y/N looks up at me with a grin on her face. She pans my body from head to toe. "Oh, yeah. You really did like that.".The bulge in my pants grows even bigger after those words leave her mouth.

"Do you want me to take care of that for you, Duff?" She teases. "Or can you take care of it yourself like all those other times? I know why you would leave the room shortly after I would walk in."