Roger Taylor Imagines and One-shots - Request open

"Groupie" Love

Summary: Your Roger's "groupie" but then you realise you actually have feelings for him.
August 2nd 1975
Warnings: implied smut
Your POV

His rough, calloused fingers run through my y/c/h (your colour hair) hair; his soft lips skim across mine, as his hips thrust into mine creating an exciting, explosive feeling for the both of us.

The way he slowly lets his fingers travel around my naked body letting of a sparking sensation throughout my body and how he would always ask if I were alright, made me realise that no other man could make me feel like this. EVER!

I loved the way he smiled against my skin when he heard me reach my climax; knowing he did the job. I loved the way he would continue to kiss me around my body making me giggle at the ticklish sensations.

Isn't that what every woman want in a man? To feel loved when you both together?

I watch him after every session we have, getting changed again. I always admire the way his body shines from the sweat and his little tummy moving from his breathing. He reciprocates this sometimes and watches me get changed, but I don't mind.

I don't think he would really care if I were to tell him how I felt. I know he sleeps around with other women who also have feelings for him, but that not once has affected the way I feel.

I hated having the tag 'groupie' wherever I went around. There's Roger's groupie is something I commonly hear through the halls of his gigs. People don't know that we've in fact become a lot closer than most of his other groupies and he even told me himself that he doesn't consider me one. Which I was very thankful for.

Only one can dream of starting a perfect life with him. I could only imagine what it's like to hold his hand and for him to call me his own. It would be a dream come true really.

I felt those familiar lips brush across the skin on my neck, removing me from my daydreaming, "what are you thinking about?"

His voice will always be the death of me.

I opened my eyes and saw the long-haired blonde hovering over me with the same lust-filled eyes that always look at me after sex.

"Nothing that you need to worry about," I grin as I wrap my arms around his neck so I could easily reach for a light kiss on the lips, "are you leaving me this late at night? I could really use another one of your tricks again"

I returned his stare towards his crystal blue eyes and bit my lip. Something that I knew drove him crazy.

"As much as I'd love to do them again" using his thumb and index finger he removed my lip from under my teeth, "I've got an early morning practise"

"Will I see you again tomorrow?"

"Your my number one priority tomorrow night," he said using a seductive tone which was something that really sent me on a roller coaster ride of emotions.

"Shall I order in some champagne?" I take his blonde strand of hair and start twirling it between my fingers.

He made a humming sound before pressing a long, passionate kiss into my lips, "sounds perfect"

Should I ask him about how he feels? Is this the perfect time too do so? I mean we practically act as if we are together, "Rog?"

"Yeah?"

I looked up him and stared for a minute before just disregarding the whole idea, "never mind. I'll see you tomorrow"

"Goodnight, y/n" he gave me one last kiss before he could leave my hotel room which he generously offered to pay for me.

Once he left the room I reached over and turned off the single lamp that was lighting up the room and made myself comfortable under the blankets.

I fell asleep really quick tonight. Roger really does tire me out.
***
Next day

I had gotten really close to Freddie, one of Roger's bandmates and best friends. We met each other and yes, we did sleep together but that's a story for another day.

Freddie knows about my little crush on Roger and is always trying to convince me to tell him because apparently, Roger will actually appreciate but I've never had the full courage to tell him.

Until today. I was going to do it. I can't keep bottling up my feelings and hiding away from him. It needs to come out someday.

I needed to make the place feel a little bit romantic so I had a record that was filled with slightly romantic, sexy songs from the 50s. I made sure to order the best type of champagne on the menu and to wear a really pretty pink lingerie that I'm sure Roger would appreciate.

I heard a slight and soft knock in the door. Roger was probably here.

I quickly ran to the door and before I opened it I quickly fixed my hair. I opened the door and already Roger's eyes gazed up and down my body. Not even a hello, "am I interrupting something?" He laughed.

I shook my head and opened the door allowing him inside completely. As he walked past me I could smell his scent which consisted of cigarettes and his cologne which immediately turned me on.

"Is something special tonight? Shit, it's your birthday, isn't it? God, y/n! Why did you tell me!?" He fell onto the bed propping himself up on his elbows watching me slowly as I walked up to him.

"No silly! It's just-" I sat down next him, "how was the concert?"

"Good as usual. But the best part is coming back to you" he leaned in for one of his starter kisses but I back away, "what wrong? I thought you loved my starter kisses?"

"I need to talk to you"

"Oh no. Don't tell me, you've gotten yourself a boyfriend and you wanna stop sleeping around with me? I get it, that's completely fine-"

"Roger, listen to me alright. This is harder than I imagined" I could tell Roger knew this was going to be a difficult conversation. He placed his hand on my thigh and slowly caressed it with his thumb given off a comforting vibe from him, "um, well you see. As these last few months have gone by I' ve- uh- I've started to kinda gain feeling for you and maybe because our relationship is already like a dating one. I don't know- I- you know what this was stupid"

"Hey! No, it's not" Roger immediately sat up. He was now completely facing me as he grabbed my chin between his fingers and made me look at him, "I feel the same as well," he smiled nervously.

"You do?"

"Believe me. All I've ever wanted to tell you is how much I love you and how I wanna come home every day and see you there, shower you with morning kiss" he took a pause, "make you the happiest women in the world"

"I love you too," I said confidently, "and you already make me happy. More than you will ever know"

He pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear before pulling me into a real first kiss. It was so simple and romantic. Nothing like the ones from before. This was real love.

Lol. The ending was shit. 😂🤷🏻‍♀️ hope you still enjoyed it anyways. I have a bit of a writer's block write now and I would really appreciate some ideas for some new stories. Cause out of all honesty nothing is coming to mind 😫 btw this is unedited so don't judge my writing 😐😁🤷‍♀️🏻