Bohemian Rhapsody Imagines

Thirsty ~ Roger

if you don't enjoy even slight smut then skip this, also spot the borhap reference!

I was laying on top of Roger with our faces inches apart and my chin resting on the back of my hands, we were chest to chest and he looked so beautiful from this angle. Roger's hand was running up and down my back, drawing small circles occasionally, his touch sent shivers down my spine and I could feel him pressed against my leg "is there any time you're not horny" I whisper, laughing under my breath

"I can't help it, the only other time you're on top of me is when you're screaming my name and right now let me remind you, you are wearing very, very sexy lingerie" Roger replies cheekily, I ignore his comment and let my eyes shut seeing as I have work tomorrow and we are in my parents home after all

"if that hand goes any lower, I'm stealing your drumsticks" I warn him playfully as I feel his hand wander down dangerously low, I wrap my arms around his waist and let my head fall into the crook of his neck

"give me something baby" The blonde drummer whined into my brunette locks of hair, I give in and plant small kisses on his jawline moving slowly down to his neck and sucking sweetly on the skin, leaving small purple bruises

"have you told your parents how much of an epic shag their daughter is?" Roger whispered, making me blush slightly

"no, but I'm sure you can tell them tomorrow" I sigh, catching my breath that he took away

"well does your daddy know that he's not the only one that his daughter calls daddy," Roger asks mischievously, there was a knock on the door before I could even reply

"come in," I say, we were only cuddling to the innocent eye, the door opens and speak of the devil, my father was stood there looking unamused

"may I remind you, Mr Taylor, how thin these walls are," He said with his posh British accent

"so you heard what I said then?" Roger asks sounding like that wasn't all that he had to say

"only the last thing you said" my grey-haired dad rolls his eyes, he wasn't keen on Roger's smoking and drinking habits but most of all him being in a rock band wasn't my dad's ideal boyfriend for his little girl

"then I must catch you up and tell you that your daughter is an epic shag" the misfit of the band proudly states, I hid my face under my hair not even looking at my dad

"goodnight Y/N" My father calls from the hallway after he shut the door, I hit Roger playfully in the chest in disbelief that he really just did that and he's not even bothered but has a big smile on his handsome face

"I can't believe you Rog" I laugh loudly

"I'm just living up to what he thinks of me" He responds lighting a cigarette and passing it to me, before I took a drag, I kissed him passionately and he kissed me back instantly

"who cares what he thinks of you, this is our relationship and you can do whatever you want with me" I smirk, blowing the smoke into his mouth

"You're such a minx" Roger smirks back before pulling me into another kiss, our bodies rubbing against one another, perfectly.

I don't want to sleep anymore.