Beatles Imagines

Hi, Hi, Hi - McCartney/Wings.

"Holy shit, Y/N, I can't believe we're actually going to see Wings!" my best friend said to me excitedly as we waited in line.

"I know! I'm so excited!" I squealed.

"Well I wonder why you're excited, cough cough, Paul" she winked at me.

"You know he's my favourite! But yeah I guess" I winked back.

Finally after 4 hours of waiting in line, we were allowed in the arena. I told my friend to go in while I bought us both a drink.

I was about to go find my seat, when I saw a door that read "backstage entry. Do not enter" I was obviously very curious to see who and what was behind the door. So when nobody was looking, I quickly slipped in the door and closed it behind me.

I walked around for awhile, avoiding everyone that came near me. Across the room, I saw someone that looked incredibly familiar, Linda. I let out a small squeak and she looked in my direction. I quickly turned around and acted like I was looking at something else.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" A womans voice asked me. I turned around to see Linda smirking at me.

"I- I- I just, I was just l-looking around" I stuttered.

"No worrys darl, it's okay. I understand how fans are" she winked at me. "Paul, come over here, we have a stow away" she yelled out.

From behind a curtain, I saw the most beautiful man ever. Paul McCartney. He smiled at me and put his arm around Linda.

"Hello love, a bit lost are you?" He asked jokingly.

"She was just looking" Linda said with a laugh.

"Yeah well I was wanting to know what was back here, and also I knew I might see you" I said shyly.

"Linda, come here. I need to finish your makeup!" A lady yelled at Linda.

"Bloody hell, I'll see you another time" she gave my arm a quick squeeze and ran off in the opposite direction.

"So, what's your name, honey?" He said with a flirtatious tone.

"Y/N" I replied.

"Well, Y/N, come with me I want to show you something." He said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him.

He pulled me into a room that had 'Paul McCartney' printed on the door. I assume it's his dressing room.

"So, Y/N, you shouldn't be sneaking around back here, you could get into a lot of trouble." He said quietly into my ear.

"Sorry, Paul. I didn't think I'd get caught." I said back, this time flirting with him.

He pulled me onto the small couch next to him, and started playing with my hair.

"P-Paul, what ar-" I was interrupted by his warm, soft lips on mine. He started kissing me slowly, then it got more and more heated.

He pulled my silk slip dress off me, and I kicked my shoes off. He started feeling my body, everywhere. I climbed on top of him and pulled off his jeans.

"Oh come on, y/n, I don't have all night" he growled into my ear.

I pulled down his boxers and I grabbed his hard member. I started pleasuring him. He moaned and groaned until he was nearly screaming.

He came and he finished by kissing me one last time. I put my dress back on and went over to the mirror to fix my now messy hair.

Once I was finished, he looked at the clock.

"Fuck, y/n, we need to go, I've got a show to put on." He opened the door and pulled me out of his room. He pulled me into a corner and kissed me one last time. 

"I hope we can do this again sometime" he whispered.

I pulled a pen out of my handbag and wrote my number on his inner arm. He looked at it and smiled.

"I'll call you" he said before running off. Leaving me to find my way out.

I finally found the exit and went to my seat. The show was about to start.

"Y/n, where the hell were you?!" My friend yelled at me.

"You'd never believe me" I winked.

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