Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

I Should've Drunk Nine

Smut warning! Sorry, not sorry.

Also one more thing, the photo above had the description "the long-haired beauty titled Roger Taylor" and that's just *chefs kiss* beautiful.

Ok, enjoy!

"Y/N what's wrong?" Roger asked as you walked in. 

He was sprawled across the couch, a bag of crisps in his hand. There were two empty shots on the table and the tv was playing an inaudible show. 

"D-dr. Powell." you stuttered. He sat up on the couch and you sat next to him. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around your back. He moved your hair out of his face. 

"What did that dick do now?"

"He kissed me," you said. He moved suddenly and you picked up your head. 

"He did what?" He said. "He also grabbed me."

"Where? Like on your body?" He seemed concerned. It was nice to have a guy care for you so much. 

"My ass." You said, 

"Oh, I'm gonna kill him," Roger said. 

You didn't doubt roger would kill him. 

"Then I saw Marnie making out with a girl and at first I thought it was this girl Sasha she was hanging out with at the SAME cafe I was at but it was Leah." You burst into a new set of tears. 

"It was so embarrassing." You cried out as he wiped a strand of hair from your face. 

"We should go to the police," Roger said in a matter-of-fact way. 

"Can we just, you know. Then deal with him tomorrow." You asked leaning your head back on the couch, staring at the dark brown ceiling. 

"Ok but tomorrow we contact the police." He sat next to you. 

"Wow, it was such a great day." You said and you both laughed at your sarcasm. It truly was a good day with Angelina before that douche bag ruined it and you ruined it with embarrassment. 

You leaned across him. Your head on his lap. His legs were propped against the coffee table. Your legs dangled off the couch. 

He stroked your hair. You stared at him. Taking in his soft blue eyes. His long eyelashes. His pink lips. You loved his face. You loved him more than anything. "Like the view?"

"Sorry?" You say. "No, it's alright. I'm enjoying my view as well." You laughed realizing what he was doing. "Wow, nine shots?"

"Oh, I don't get any?" He said. You laughed. "I should've drunk nine." You say. "Why is that?"

"For some reason that night I was sober after like however many shots I took. Although I don't remember that night after Freddie picked us up," you tell him. 

You never told him that before. 

"That was an incredible night almost magical. Well, it was magical since it's kept us together for this long so far."

"Don't get all soft of my Taylor." you joked him and he smiled. You both knew you used comedy to cover up the pain you felt. 

"How about this?" he starts. "I'll make you anything you want to eat tonight. Or I'll even take you on a date. Does that sound good?" You looked at him. 

Your eyes filled with lust, signally of what you really wanted. He smirked and raised an eyebrow. You both got off the couch. You ran into the bedroom giggling. 

You slammed the door and he started kissing you. 

You ripped off your dress you were wearing. You were standing in the warm bedroom with nothing but a red pair of lace underwear on. 

Roger stepped back, scanning over your body, almost drooling. He led you towards the bed with his mouth. You fell back on the white sheets. 

He hooked his thumbs on your underwear as he pulled them off, flinging them somewhere in the room. 

His tongue walked down your neck, to the valley between your breasts, your chest, your thighs. A slight moan slipped out as he came back up, his fingers working magic inside of you. 

He started making his kisses deeper until he brought his mouth away reveal several small purple bruises over your neck and chest. 

You tightened your legs around him as you moaned louder and louder as he pushed harder and harder into you. 

Your body was overwhelmed in a hot frenzy of sex. 

He continued, faster and faster, expertly as you moaned, almost screaming at the pleasure. 

You felt your whole body unravel as he started at an almost unbearable pace. 

He finally pulled out and flopped beside you on the bed. 

"This was way better than the police," he added before rolling over, kissing you as you both melted into the sheats, wrapped up between your tounges before falling asleep.

I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. I'm sorry it's sorta long but thanks to everyone who continues to read. Please leave any comments you want, I love reading them! Sorry for the smut in this chapter! Be sure to follow me on Instagram at Rogermyreligon. Love you all! <3