Pink Floyd Imagines

Roger Waters #9

NSFW
I wrote this while I was listening to 'Your Possible Pasts' and I don't know if it was just me, but I think it fit perfectly with this. Tell me what you think💓

Imagine having a fight with Roger right before he left for a tour.

"Just get out," you screamed with tears running down your cheeks.

He shot you a cold look, but refused to move. You retaliated by grabbing his bags and tossing them out onto the lawn. He moved to stop you, but you slapped him away.

"No, get out," you said as you tried to stop your tears, "have fun with your band."

He felt a stab of pain, but didn't want to seem weak so he did his best to hide his hurt.

"Fine." He said flatly before he slammed the door behind him.

He hopped onto the tour bus to meet the concerned faces of his bandmates.

"Don't ask," he muttered as he staggered to the back of the bus with a sullen expression on his face.

Meanwhile, you slumped down onto the floor and let your tears flow freely, trying to convince yourself you didn't want him there to hold you. The next few weeks went by slowly and empty for the both of you, but you managed to keep yourself up while he was gone. He, on the other hand, was not managing as well.

"Roger, maybe if you just call her," Nick said as he watched his bandmate stare blankly ahead of him before yet another show, "I'm sure she'd understan-"

"No, she told me to go," he said in a low, demotivated tone, "and she was right to do so."

Nick sighed, trying to come up with any other idea to help him, but failing.

"Come on, it's time to go on," David said as he peaked his head around the corner.

Roger grabbed his bass and sullenly walked towards the stage, essentially dragging his feet as he went. The crowd went wild, but he kept a straight face. He went through the motions, unable to take his mind off of you the whole while. He looked out at the crowd, observing the screaming fans, girls screaming his name and cheering him on, but he felt nothing for them. No excitement. He glanced more towards the back and saw a couple holding onto each other. The girl smiled as her partner placed a kiss to her forehead and held her close to him. He felt a stab of pain at the thought that maybe, just maybe you'd found someone like that man. Someone who could treat you much better than he ever could. He realized he'd been holding his breath and gasped for air, making David look over in concern in the middle of a song. Roger nodded at him, reassuring him that everything was fine, but he couldn't wait for this show to end. The last song finally began and he did his best to give his all to the audience, but the second the last note rang out, he ran off the stage away from them.

"Hey, Roger, are you okay?" David asked as he jogged up to him to see he was shoving a few shirts into a little bag and rushing around.

"No, I have to go."

David's eyes widened a bit, "Roger, you can't just go, we're on tour."

"Look, I'll be there for the show tomorrow, but I have to go."

David put his hands up and let out a deep breath, "Fine, I'll tell the guys."

Roger rushed out and hailed the first cab he saw, directing the driver to go straight to the closest airport. He booked a flight and jumped on it without a second thought.

You were fast asleep when you were awoken by a loud knock on the front door. You groaned and rolled over to see it was nearly 4am. You slowly crawled out of bed and made your way to the door, hesitant to even look out to see what or who it was. You looked through the peep hole and furrowed your brow in confusion. You unlocked to door and opened it slowly, positive you were dreaming.

"Roger?" You said in a sleepy, scratchy voice.

His eyes were sad and scared as he looked over you and then behind you nervously, "(y/n)."

"What are you doing here?" You asked, more out of confusion than anger.

"Are you alone?" He asked quickly.

"What," you said, shaking your head to wake yourself up more, "what kind of a question is that, of course I'm alone."

He let out a breath and moved forward to pull you into a hug, holding you as tightly as he could, burying his face in your hair so he could breath you in.

"I'm so, so sorry, (y/n)," he said in a shaky voice, "I love you so much, I shouldn't have left like that."

You felt a stab of pain as you heard his voice crack a bit and you wrapped your arms around him, forgetting about all your anger. He hugged you tighter when he felt your arms around him.

"I love you so much," he repeated in a whisper.

You felt yourself tear up as you held onto him, "I love you too, Roger."

He pulled away and held your face in his hands, gently brushing away your tears as he did so. A small smile appeared on his lips as he looked at your messy bed hair your flushed cheeks. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, relieved to feel you against him again. He moved to pull away, but you let out a little whimper and grabbed onto his shirt to keep him in place, speeding up your pace as you held on tightly to the fabric. He moved his body closer to you and let his hands find there way to your waist as he kicked the front door shut. You pulled him back a bit, keeping your lips on his as you found your way to the wall. You hit it with a thud, but it didn't phase you one bit. Roger pressed himself tightly against you, earning a soft moan from you as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. His arms reached down and lifted you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around him while you held his face and let your fingers find their way through his hair. He let out a quiet moan as you shifted slightly in his grip, brushing over him in just the right way. He pulled away, panting for air as his eyes met yours with a nervous look.

"We don't have to-"

"No," you breathed as you reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, "I want to. I want you, Roger."

His lips crashed into yours again while you reached down to unbutton his pants. He barely left your lips just so he could pull your shirt over your head and toss it across the room. He set you down, just for a moment and he rushed to slip off his pants. When he looked back up, he blushed as he saw you standing there completely bare. He pinned you against the wall again, lifting you back up as his lips moved against your neck with hunger. You struggled to keep your breath even as you tugged his head back up to look at you. His eyes were wide and his pupils looked huge in the dim light from the moon outside the window. You held his face in your hands as he stared up at you, catching his breath. You felt him at your entrance and you leaned your head on his forehead as he entered you. You heard his breath falter as he felt you around him and you let out a little whimper as he slowly started to move back and forth. He moaned as you clawed at his shoulders, holding onto him as tightly as possible as he moved with you, faster now. His head fell onto your shoulder as he struggled to keep a steady pace now.

"Don't stop," you breathed as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax with each thrust.

His breath was uneven as his body began to tense more and more, but he didn't stop. His hands slammed the wall loudly behind you, pressing on it firmly as he tried to keep himself under control. You felt a wave of release flow over you as your body shuddered and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you reached your peak. You heard him moan and he pressed the wall even harder as the rest of his body relaxed and his pace became sloppy. He came to a stop and his breath fell on your neck, hot and uneven as he tried not to collapse with pleasure.

"I never want to leave you, I love you," he breathed into your ear.

You smiled and let your head fall onto his warm shoulder, "I love you too."

So what do you guys wanna see more of in this book, smut or fluff? I could even take turns so it's even😂 let me know, plus more Roger Waters tonight 😋