Bohemian Rhapsody Imagines

Best Friend's Daughter Part Two

I woke up with a dry mouth, sore body and a pounding headache and the only good thing about waking up was that I had Roger laying right behind me on the small sofa. Fear jolted me up as the memory of my dad saying he would be back late yesterday night washed over my mind. I clutched the blanket against my body tightly as I scanned around the room looking out for my dad

"Rog?" I whisper/shout, nudging him slightly for him to wake up, feeling incredibly nauseous out of no where

"Babe lay back down" he groaned, using his free hand to re adjust the blanket and pull me back to him

"No Rog I'm being serious, I'm gonna throw up" I once again whisper yelled at him, even if my dad wasn't to be seen. He might of stayed over at Freddie or John's after all.

"Okay sit up, let me go get some water for you" roger rubbed my back as he shuffled of off the sofa, his bare body walking into the kitchen at whatever time it was. I wrapped the blanket around my body as if I was a taco. "Here you go love" he kissed my temple and handed the glass to me. I watched as Roger picked his underwear up from the floor and slid it up his legs.

As I was about to take a sip off the water, I gagged and I threw up all over the floor in front of me, it was disgusting. A cold sweat gathered on my forehead and I began to shiver even with the warmth around me "hey hey, you're okay" roger rubbed my back and instantly rushed to my side, kneeling in front of me "drink the water" he reminded me, I took a sip from the glass and swallowed the water along with the taste of vomit.

"I love you" I managed to croak out, it was random but needed right now

"I love you too y/n but right now you need to lay back down, I'll go get you a bowl and then clean this up. I think we've already made enough of a mess, your dad will have my head on a stick if he sees you like this" roger smiled, caressing the side of my cheek and laying me back down. I let my eyes shut for what was meant to be only a bit but it turned out to be a very long time...

I woke up to see Roger still in his boxers, sitting at the end of the sofa clearly waiting for me to wake up, I grabbed the bowl and threw up once more, it felt like hell. "Shh" roger cooed as he held my ponytail away from my face "let it all out" he patted my back followed by small circles.

The sound of the door unlocking startled us both making us jump yet roger didn't leave my side at all. He continued shushing me in attempt to calm me down and continued to dab the wet flannel along my forehead as he looked towards the door and saw my dad standing there looking star struck and slightly scared "what's going on? Y/n?" My dad questions, walking quickly to check I was okay

"She threw up this morning then just now, sick kitten" roger explained to my dad, even now the word kitten did something to me, especially coming from Roger.

"Was it something she ate?" Brian asked, yeah His cock. Oops.

"No we didn't eat last night" Roger answered, once again another lie in my dirty mind

"That could be why, just keep cool and hydrated" my father instructs us as if he is a medical doctor "why are you two not dressed its eleven o'clock, Roger you look like you just had the wildest night with the freakiest girl you could find" well he wouldn't be wrong would he. Of course my dad said it as a joke but Roger's facial expression said something otherwise

"You did! First of all you're irresponsible for leaving y/n here on her own but good on you. y/n you look rough, you look the same as Roger but I trust you enough not to do that, you know better than to give probably some blonde hair womaniser yourself" my dad began to lecture me causing me to let out a very suspicious nervous giggle at how accurate he was.

"Yeah of course" I muttered looking anywhere but him once I saw his eyes change and his brain tick

"Wait why are you both not dressed again?" My dad asked raising an eyebrow at us "Wait please don't tell me what I think happened" he begged after seeing our faces and mannerisms.

Roger bit his lips anxiously and he rubbed my hands together, Burying myself in the blanket "TAYLOR YOU FUCKED MY DAUGHTER? IS THAT WHAT YOU DO WHEN I TRUSTED TO LEAVE YOU ALONE WITH HER." Brian yelled, absolutely fuming whilst I stayed quite, Roger's hand on my thigh reassured me he would do all the talking

"We're both responsible, grown adults who can handle each other" roger replied keeping his calm, surprisingly

"I BET THAT IS WHY SHE IS THROWING UP ALL OVER THE PLACE, DID YOU FUCKING CUM IN MY DAUGHTER. YOU ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING" he Carried on yelling "LOOK IT IS ON MY FUCKING SOFA" I couldn't let Roger take all of this by himself

"It takes two to tango and what Roger said, it's true." I speak up defending my love even though I'm torn between them I'm going with my heart wants

"YEAH AND DID HE USE YOU THEN? WHAT DID HE MAKE YOU DO. I SWEAR IF YOU TELL ME HE PUT HIS COCK ANYWHERE NEAR YOUR-" I cut my dad off immediately

"He didn't make me do anything daddy" I try to console with him putting on the innocent voice, making roger let out a mischievous giggle

"WHAT IS SO FUNNY TO YOU TAYLOR?" I've never seen my father so angry before, it was almost scary

"Nevermind it's not appropriate" Roger stopped laughing once he realised he slipped up once again

"AND YOU THINK SCREWING MY DAUGHTER IS, I WANT TO KNOW NOW" Brian demanded, stomping his foot like a five year old

"she was calling me daddy all through last night especially before getting on her knees and that's all i can think of now" roger admitted not bothering at this point, he knew he wasn't gonna get anywhere with it. We all looked down to see what roger was referring too was, Morning wood.

"YOU ARE DISGUSTING. I NEED TO SEE JOHN OR FREDDIE. ANYWHERE AWAY FROM HERE" the Curley haired poodle stormed off, slamming the door shut so hard I'm surprised it didn't come off. I stood up off the couch and quickly ran upstairs to brush my teeth, I couldn't stand the taste much longer and plus I needed to help my lover out.

Once I was done I ran back down the stairs feeling a lot better than I was before, after drinking the water and getting it out of my system. "Woah easy there love" roger laughed, smirking up at me. I nearly came crashing on top of him with how excited I was "What do you think you're doing?" He asked, seeing me drop down onto my knees and pulling his boxers down his legs.

"You want help with that don't you?" I questioned making roger roll his eyes at me

"I'll be gentle with you, but only because you're ill" roger commented as I wrapped my mouth around his cock and began to slide up and down over him. My tongue dragged over his shaft slowly whilst my eyes were focused on his blue ones.

Roger's hand tangled in my messy hair and pushed me back down to the base of his cock, his head fell back over the back of the sofa as I scratched at his thighs. The moan he made drove me so insane, i couldn't help but to slide my hands down to my pussy and rub my clit In circles.

Our moans mixed together as I pleasured both of us, everything else was a blur "OH COME ON I AM GONE FOR TEN MINUTES AND SHE IS ALREADY SUCKING HIS COCK" I hear my dad let out a sarcastic laugh, not believing the look on Roger's face and what sounds were coming from his mouth

"Get it Taylor" I heard Deaky cheer him on. Unbelievable. Un fucking believable.