Pink Floyd Imagines

Nick Mason #6

NSFW for Witchy_Woman_77

"(Y/n), why don't you let me teach you how to play some guitar?" David said with a sly smile as he motioned for you to come over.

You had been hanging around the studio with the guys today acting as a groupie while they recorded. Although they didn't know it, you were mostly there for Nick, you were just too shy to say so and he was the same way. He watched you with a twinge of jealously as you smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as you waltzed over to David. His grip on his drum sticks tightened as David grabbed you by the waist and tugged you to him. The sound of David's laughter at your blushing face made his stomach churn.

"Roger, should we practice this one a bit?" Nick asked in an obviously aggravated tone.

Roger and the other two looked a bit confused and taken aback by his harsh tone, but they agreed. You moved away from David and took your previous seat to watch the band play. They started up and you nodded your head along to the beat. You giggled as David did his best to catch your attention while Nick watched. He groaned and tried to ignore it, but David making you smile like that just made him want to scream. He pounded as hard as he could on the drums, startling you and the rest of the band. Roger waved his hand to stop every one.

"Nick, what the hell?" Roger asked.

Nick rolled his eyes and tossed his drum sticks, "Sorry, Rog, I need a break."

He shot you a look before he stormed out which made your brow furrow. Your eyes followed him out, taking note of where he went before you hurried after him. He had slammed the door of the tiny break room behind him, which made you jump before you approached it. You took a deep breath and knocked. The door almost immediate swung open, and you stepped back in fright.

"What?" Nick asked through gritted teeth.

"Okay, what is the matter with you?" You asked, frustrated now with the attitude you were receiving.

He rolled his eyes, "That's none of your business," he mumbled before he went to close the door.

You threw your hands up and stopped him, "Nick," you said firmly.

"Look, why don't you go bother David, you two seem to get along nicely," he spat at you.

You were confused for a brief moment, then a smile started to spread across your face.

"What are you smiling about?" Nick said with aggravated, yet intrigued eyes.

You slowly pushed the door further open and Nick allowed you to step in, watching you with curiosity.

"Nick," you started in a softer tone now, "if that's why you're angry, I can assure you you don't have to be."

"What do you mean?" He asked, feeling his heart beat faster as you moved closer to him.

"I don't want David," you whispered.

His eyes were hooked on your lips now, studying how they shaped each word you spoke with wonder.

"You don't?" He asked distractedly.

"No," you breathed as you leaned your head up, smiling at the close proximity between the two of you.

Nick could almost feel himself being drawn to you at this point, it was almost torture not to touch you.

"Then prove it," he said in a husky voice as he pushed the door closed.

You grabbed his tie and pulled him into you, walking the both of you back while moving your lips against his. You smiled as you matched his fast and eager pace with ease. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you, and you knew it. You unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as you could manage while he unbuckled his belt and push you up against the door. You could feel how hard he was the second your legs wrapped around his waist. You smiled as you reached a hand down to stroke him while he left hot kisses on your neck.

"Do you believe me now?" You whispered as you guided him to your entrance.

You smiled at his uneven breath as he nodded his head.

He pushed into you, making your back arch against the door as he filled you up.

"Fuck," you breathed as his hips moved back
and forth into yours slowly, but making sure to fill you completely every time.

You pushed your hips against his, making him moan as he sped up in reply. Your neck fell back, allowing him to press sloppy kisses along your bare skin while you moaned his name. Your fingers clawed desperately at his shoulders as your body started to tense in response to his movements. He pushed in harder, hitting that one spot that had the power to send you over the edge. Your body trembled in his arms as you reached your climax, tightening around him as he continued to thrust in and out of you, keeping you in constant pleasure.

His head fell back as he felt that overwhelming sensation come over him and his hands tightened their grip around your waist as he came. He leaned his head forward and you let yours rest on his forehead.

"Well shit," he breathed, making the both of you laugh.

"Agreed," you said with a tired smirk.