Roger Taylor Imagines and One-shots - Request open

Privacy

Summary: Roger and you are having an intimate moment but is shortly ruined by a journalist. 

March 25th 1979

Your POV (Attempting Second person again 😂)

Roger held onto your hand as you walked around late at night around the hotel you were staying at during the tour. No one was around except for the both of you who were drunk after drinking game that had just gone down earlier that evening. 

He drags you towards the pool which was fenced off and locked for the night so there was no possible way of getting in until Roger decided to be stupid and began climbing up a tree. It was low enough to get to the Otherside safely without having to jump and injure ourselves. 

"Roger, I'm not climbing the tree," You said quietly as he got onto the other side. there was no way you were going to climb that tree and risk getting caught. 

"Come on. It's not that high." He fixed up his shirt after it is rolled up from climbing the tree, "I'll be here if you fall ready to catch you." 

You hesitated but because I was drunk, your conscience told you to just climb that bloody tree and that's what you did. Slowly but surely you climbed the tree making sure you didn't slip and fall. As you got near the end Roger held onto your waist and brought you down to safety. 

"See? wasn't too bad no was it eh?" He asked tucking your hair behind your ear. You shook your head and leaned in for a kiss. 

His lips were soft against yours. There was always the feeling of 'want' around each other and you both couldn't contain yourself from just one kiss. 

He pushed in for a much deeper kiss, moving his lips faster and intense. He moaned against your lips and that's when you pulled apart. 

"Roger, we are in public," You giggle. A smug grin appeared on his lips in an almost seductive way. 

"I don't see anyone out here." 

"But-" Before you could even say anything he shut you up by smashing his lips onto yours. This caused you too hit your back on a break wall. 

Regardless of the pain, you were feeling, the feeling of Roger's knee pressing up against made you moan loudly. His hands travelled up your body, hiking up your dress above your thighs. 

You moved your hands to his chest and started to unbutton his shirt slowly. He smirked against your lips as you ran your fingers across his chest, his favourite thing you do. 

He held you close to his bare chest now. You could feel his heart racing and his chest rising up and down rapidly. 

Your lips continued to brush against each other lustfully until a bright flash of light shined in our faces. You immediately stopped kissing and looked towards the direction the light came from. 

"Do you mind pissing off!?" Roger yelled as he tried to hide you from view from the camera. 

Roger would always become protective in these types of situations and you would always be his first priority. 

A man stood on the other side of the pool. How did here get in here?  you thought to yourself. He looked like he was a journalist of some sort. Roger hated them all and by the single of us making out against the wall, you knew he was going to be extremely pissed. 

"Sorry, Sir just need to ask you a few questions and-" 

"Not right now... you should have done that at the afterparty," He argued, "Now can you give us some privacy?" He asked kindly. He was trying to control his anger because he probably knew if he threw a fit it will be in the newspaper the next morning. 

"Right, sorry for disturbing." The man walked away and out of our sight. 

Roger turned back to you and you thought he was going to suggest that you both leave but he had other ideas. Once again he connected your lips to his and we started were left off. 

But as things started began to become more heated again another flash went off and you instantly knew that there was no way you could stop Rogers rage. 

"I thought I told you to fuck off!?" He yelled, leaving you alone near the wall and walked over to the man. 

He grabbed on to the guy's collar and very angrily pulled him closer to him. The man's camera dropped out his hands and onto the floor smashing into tiny pieces. 

"Hey! going to have to pay-" Roger threw the man into the pool before he could finish his sentence and then kicked the remaining parts of the camera along with him. 

"y/n! Come on, love, we need to leave quickly." You ran towards him and you grabbed onto his hand. He pulled you towards a big glass door and attempted to pull it open but it didn't open... it was locked, "Come on you piece of shit open!" He yelled and aggressively started trying to open the door, "Move back y/n" 

You stepped back away from him, afraid of what he was going to do next. Suddenly a big pang rang throughout the room making you flinch as you saw glass shatter everywhere. 

You quickly rang back to him and you both immediately left the pool as quick as you could. 

This was probably the most intense night you ever had in a long time and you were going to remember it forever. 

A/N: Do you guys prefer second person over first-person?? let me know you thought :)