Lover || Roger Taylor x Reader

Chapter Five

Your world was spinning. The only sound was the rushing water. Everything was dark. Black. You had your eyes shut and when Roger's fingers skimmed across your hip, landing purchase on your waist, you jumped with heightened sensation. You couldn't see; your body reacted much stronger than it might have, had you kept your eyes open.

But you knew better. You kept them closed. You wanted to feel everything. You wanted to hear his voice as he told you to spread your legs. His gentle tone of praise and encouragement as he nudged your legs apart. It was then that you realized how scared you were. Scared because this whole night was all new to you. Scared because what would become of you and Roger after this night had come to an end? What would happen to your best friend? Were you even still best friends?

Roger sensed your discomfort. His free hand reached down and clasped yours, fingers linking together, thumb stroking the back of your hand like it always did when he knew you were nervous, "you don't have to go through with this. Don't do it to please me. If you're going to do it, you have to do it for yourself."

Your brows furrowed. How could someone be so incredibly irritating, yet wise and kindhearted all the same? How had you gotten here? How had your best friend become your lover? Ah. And there it was. Lover. The one word you'd been dreading all night. But now it wasn't so frightening to you. Not because you had any experience with love. But because of who you had fallen for. Roger had been your best friend for three years now and the memories you'd made seemed to run on a never-ending loop in your mind. Especially now. Now, all your decisions made sense. Why you trusted him so much. This was what real love felt like. This was it. And what was even more important than you finding love with someone you cared so deeply for, was that Roger, the man who would chase down any broad in sight, had finally found the kind of love he'd been looking for from the start.

And yes, your love for each other was unconventional. You fought and made up, made jokes at each other any chance you got and still managed to get along better than any one couple you'd ever seen. But it was an unconventional love that you wouldn't trade for the world.

Roger was gripping your hips now and you pushed back against him. You were ready. You knew in your heart that it was true. Not just for the sex, but for it all. For everything. Though for Roger, sex would be a big part of it. You could learn to live with that.

"Ready?" He cooed.

You nodded. Roger positioned his hard cock at your entrance and listened to the way you keened as he pushed himself inside.

***

"Easy, baby girl," Roger whispered to you, "your little heart is beating out of your chest."
Roger had his hands on your chest as your heart hammered away. You whimpered, pushing back against him on each of his measured thrusts. You nearly couldn't stand. He'd had to hold onto you once your knees had started to buckle, else you would've tumbled to the shower floor. Your limbs felt like jelly.

"R-Rog...I'm c-close..." Roger had busied himself with kissing the column of your throat. He nibbled at your exposed skin, sucking a dark hickey onto another sensitive spot and gave a satisfied grunt when he pulled off.

"F-fuck...me too..."

There was no one to interrupt the two of you now. It was just you and Roger. His heavy moans and your soft cries filled the bathroom. Your fingernails scrabbled against the shower wall as Roger fucked you relentlessly. The warm water washed over you and though it was barely lukewarm it seemed to burn anywhere it touched. Your cheeks were dusted with a bright blush and your kiss swollen lips were parted in bliss.