☙ rockstar imagines

axl's sister

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Y/N' POV

I'm dating Duff, and no one knows. As Axl's little sister, the red head would absolutely freak out if he found out I was dating one of his band members. He even joked once that if I ever dated one of the Guns members, he would kick them out. I knew he wasn't really joking when he said that.

I have to say, though, that Duff and I have been pretty good at keeping it low-key. We did almost get caught by Slash once when he almost walked in on us making out in Duff's dressing room, but thankfully I heard the door knob turn and pulled away from my boyfriend.

I really like Duff, and I know if Axl ever knows about us, he will act in ways that will make me feel upset. I don't want that to happen, but I fear the day it does happen.

Duff is over at my apartment right now. He actually spent the night over. I'm in the kitchen making breakfast for the both of us. Pancakes, Duff's request.

I stand at the stove with one of Duff's Guns t-shirts on, which is way too big for me, and flip some pancakes over. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist, and a smile grows on my face.

"Smells amazing, babe." Duff says this as he nuzzles his face in my neck, giving me kisses. I look up at him, our height differences really showing, and notice a mark on his neck.

"Did I give you a hickey?" I ask while I bring my hand up to touch his neck.

Duff nods, almost having a look of pride on his face. "You should see my back." He turns around, and I gasp at the sight of his naked back with nail scratches all over. I know those are mine, and a feeling of guilt washes over me.

"Duff, you need to tell me if I hurt you when I do that in bed." I lightly touch the scratches as I speak.

"Y/N, it's fine. I can't lie, I kind of like it." He chuckles softly.

I roll my eyes and laugh. "Of course you'd say something like that. Let's eat breakfast, and I'll go check your back in the bathroom after."

Duff nods in agreement. We sit down at the table and eat our breakfast. Shortly after we clean up and do the dishes, I take my boyfriend to the bathroom with me to check on the scars that I made on his body the night before.

I make Duff stand in front of the bathroom mirror while I take out some peroxide, cotton balls, and a face cloth to clean his back. I sigh at the sight of the scratches.

"You need to tell me if I hurt you when I do stuff like that. I wasn't even conscious that I had done that. Hell Duff, I scratched you so deep that there's dry blood on your back!" I cry out in guilt while wetting the face cloth under the water.

"Baby, I already told you, it's fine. Don't worry about it." He tries to reassure me, but I still can't believe that I dug my nails that deep into his back while we were having sex last night.

"Okay, fine. If you say so." I say. Wringing out the cloth, I take it to Duff's back and wipe off the dry blood on the areas that need it.

While I work on cleaning my boyfriend's back, I hear a sudden knock on the door of my apartment. I furrow my eyebrows at the sound because I wasn't expecting anyone over.