Pink Floyd Imagines

Roger Waters #2

NSFW
Imagine being a friend of Roger's and finally getting to go to one of Pink Floyd's concerts. The show had just ended and you wandered backstage to say hi to Rog. You saw a door open and he stepped out, a huge smile spread across his face as soon as he saw you.

"(Y/n)," he said as he ran over to hug you, "I'm so glad you came!"

"I'm glad too, the show was incredible," you said as you hugged him back.

He pulled away and looked you over happily, "Well, here, you can come to my trailer, we don't have to stand out here," he said as he motioned for you to follow him.

He led you into a huge trailer with a lovely couch in the middle of the room.

"Sit down," he said as he went to go get drinks from the fridge in the corner.

"This is amazing," you said as you looked around in awe of the beautiful room.

"You like it?" He said as he handed you a drink and took a seat next to you.

"I love it," you said before you took a sip of your drink.

"Good," he said with a smirk as he watched you.

He rested his arm on the back of the couch and his hand slightly brushed over your shoulder, "Oh, sorry," he said, blushing a bit as he did so.

"No, it's okay," you said with a bit of a laugh as you met eyes with his, which you suddenly noticed how pretty they were.

There was a silence between both of you in which you took note of the way his hair framed his face, the way his lips curved into a little smile as he looked over at you, admiring the way you blushed under his gaze.

"I think you should know, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, (y/n)," he said softly as his fingers gently brushed your shoulder again, lingering to feel the bare skin and draw little circles on it.

"You too," you said absentmindedly as you watched his hand, but you were shaken out of your trance when he let out a laugh, "I mean- you look good."

"Really?" He asked as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting at his as his eyes wandered over you.

"Mhmm," you said with a small nod, making him smirk.

He slowly let his hand fall down your arm to find your hand, watching his fingers find their way in between yours. You both watched in silence as you felt tension building between you both with each passing second. You felt your breath falter a bit as his fingers intertwined with yours, making excitement build in the pit of your stomach.

"(Y/n)," he said, softly breaking the silence.

"Yes?" You said as you looked back up at him.

He sat up a bit and leaned closer to you, his eyes staying with yours, watching them carefully as he moved. He was only centimeters away from your face now and you could feel his breath on your lips, sending shivers up your spine. His eyes flickered to your lips with desire, as did yours.

"Do you think- would it be alright if I-?"

"If you what?" You whispered slowly as you lifted your head to just barely brush his lips with yours, answering his question with just that one move.

He let out a quiet, but confident laugh before he closed the gap between the two of you. As soon as your lips met he tugged your hand, which was still in his, to pull you over to straddle him where he sat and you gladly did so. His hands landed on the sides of your arms and slowly slid down to your waist, making you let out a little moan at his touch. His lips moved passionately against yours and you matched his speed perfectly, making him smirk against you, impressed. You caught his bottom lip in between your teeth and gently tugged at it, making him softly moan as his grip tightened on your waist.

"Should we stop?" He said in a husky voice, though he continued kissing you even as he spoke.

"No," you breathed as you reached to pull his shirt over his head, "please don't stop."

He let out a moan as he lifted you up, his lips not leaving yours as he laid you back down on the couch and positioned himself over you as he helped you remove your shirt, his and your pants and anything else in his way. He took a moment to study you, while he caught his breath. You lay there completely exposed to him and him to you, gazing with a smile on your face as you reached up to pull him back down to you. His lips met yours again and his hands wandered downward over your bare skin, gently exploring each part of you eagerly. He found your sweet spot and smirked as he heard you let out a little gasp of pleasure at his touch. He took his time, teasing you with his fingers as his lips moved fast against yours. He repositioned and you felt him at your entrance. He pulled away from your lips, out of breath and met you with wide eyes.

"Do you really want this?" He asked quickly.

You nodded and he entered you, making you gasp at the immense pleasure that washed over you in waves.

"Oh God, Roger," you breathed as he moved against you, making your head spin with each thrust.

He let his head fall next to yours and you tugged at his hair, making him moan in response. You felt your pleasure building inside of you with each move and you were soon going to lose control. You clutched him tighter as you felt all your tension release as you reached your climax with a moan. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt you tighten around him. His body tensed and he moaned before you felt him release inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, his head falling into the crook of your neck while he tried to catch his breath. You let out a laugh and draped your arms around his neck, letting your fingers play with a strand of his hair. He propped himself up and smiled at you.

"That was fun," he said with a laugh.

You giggled back as you brushed his long hair out of his face, "Agreed."

His eyes happily wandered over your face and he reached his hand up to pet you, "You really are beautiful."

"Oh stop," you said blushing.

"I mean it," he said as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips before he rested his head on your bare chest.

You both laid there as you pet his hair while he began to drift off to sleep in your arms.

With his eyes closed, just before he drifted off, he quietly whispered, "I think I love you, (y/n)."

You smiled at his sleepy voice, "I love you too, Roger."

A sleepy smile spread across his face as he happily replayed your words until he fell asleep there with you.

I think it's funny how the only smut imagines I've ever written are always about Roger😅