The Couple Next Door V (Roger Taylor X Female!Reader)

The Couple Next Door V (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)

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A/N: I am so sorry I couldn’t get this out on Valentine’s Day like I promised. I wanted to have a wonderful day with my boyfriend, and we ended up falling asleep and I found no time to post. I really am sorry.

But anyways, I’m not sure how well this chapter is gonna go because the last one was kinda slept on :/ BUT, to be fair, the previous one had no reader, and it was literally just dialogue, so I get it. I just really hope this one does better.

Summary: Roger goes home with a proposal to change his deal with Y/n.

(Real or Borhap! Roger. Whatever seasons your chicken.)

WARNINGS: Swearing, sLoW bUrN, EXTREME Mentions of sex, but again, No SmUt, mature romantic subject matter, I think that’s it. This one was a lil sad too.

Hun, this is about to be steamy, so this IS rated M. Read at your own risk, peeps, and if you’re under 18, maybe skip the ending of this one.

Roger pulled into his driveway, and after he took his key out of the ignition, rather than going inside immediately, he sat in the driver’s seat listening to the loud taps of raindrops hitting his windshield.

He rubbed his face stressfully, glancing over to the rather expensive bouquet of flowers along with the stupid, cliché heart shaped box which only contained the most expensive chocolate Roger could find in any London supermarket.

"If this is too much, she’ll kill me,“ he mumbled to himself before reaching for the purchases and pushing the door open.

And out into the rain he went.

He unlocked the front door after being completely annihilated with the heavy, stinging rain falling fast and largely from the stormclouds above.

He was able to make it into the house before the lightning began to strike, and as he toed off his shoes in the front hallway, his hair dripping with water, the low rumble of thunder vibrating the floorboards below his socks.

No matter, he was safe, and at home, and… something smelled really good.

Roger removed his soaked jacket and hung it up on a hook in the hallway behind the front door before moving deeper into the dark house. The only light that could be seen on was in the kitchen, at the end of the hall.

He turned into the room and stopped in the threshold, taking in your lovely appearance as you wordlessly chopped up carrots, turned away and unaware of the visitor behind you.

Roger quietly set the flowers and chocolates on the counter before moving behind you, and after you put the knife down, he rested his freezing, wet hands on the back of your neck.

Almost immediately, your shoulders rose to your ears, and you let out a loud squeal, turning on your heel and shoving Roger backward, to which he laughed hysterically as he backed into the counters on the other side of the room.

"You scared me!” You groaned before turning back to dinner stubbornly.

"Ah, Love, I’m sorry. The look on your face was priceless.“ He softly combed his fingers through your hair, pushing it to the side to leave a soft, warm, innocent kiss on the back of your neck, where he’d just placed his hands.

At the contact, you shut your heavy eyes and hummed gently in appreciation.

"Make that noise again, and we may end up having a late dinner,” Roger mumbled hotly, and deeply. Your face burned when you felt the drummer’s lips curl into a devilish smile against your skin.

"Y’know, I bought you something today,“ he continued on, and you swallowed nervously.

"Yeah?” You squeaked, to which Roger hummed in return, his hands planting on your hips over your clothes to not disturb the warmth of your body with his freezing fingers. He gave your hips a little squeeze, and let another hum reverberate in the back of his throat.

Your cheeks glowed pink, and you wordlessly brought your thighs closer to one another.

Make that noise again, and we may end up having a late dinner, you thought to yourself.

"Oh yes. Because you’re such a good girlfriend to me.“ And like that, his touch was gone.

You opened your eyes, and looked over your shoulder, where you found Roger cutting the stems off the bouquet of flowers one-at-a-time. Your eyes fell to the heart-shaped-box, and Roger put the knife in his hand down to move the box closer to you.

”’S’ll be our dessert,“ he smiled kindly. You offered a friendly smile back, your cheeks still warm from earlier, as you turned your attention back to dinner.

"Y'know… if we even get there,” Roger finished. Your eyes widened and you turned your gaze back to him. The little bugger was back to cutting the stems off the flowers he bought you, his lips gently upturned in an innocent grin.

"… Are you okay?“

"Hm?” Roger opened up one of the cupboards to retrieve a flower vase. He moved to the sink, ran the faucet, and began filling it with water.

"What are you talking about? I feel great.“

"You’re just…” You squinted your eyes. “You’re acting really weird."

Roger shut off the faucet, and leaned back against the counter to look at you.

He was giving you this look… it was like how he looked at you at the Garrison’s the week before. But there was something off about it.

His gaze seemed… Darker.

"Just getting my mind off things,” was all he had to say before picking the vase up from inside the sink and returning to the flowers on the counter.

You tried your best to return your focus back onto dinner, reaching for another carrot to cut up. Meanwhile, Roger was dissolving the plant nutrients in the water.

By the time you reached the final carrot, the room was still quiet, and Roger, moving to pick up the bouquet and redirect them into the vase, paused his movements to look over his shoulder at you.

Roger watched intensely as you moved around the little area you were working in. His eyes were fixed on the back of your head, but as time progressed, he began to find it difficult to keep his eyes from viewing lower, and lower…

"… Y/n, have I ever told you how pretty you are?“ Roger asked suddenly. You turned to him in startled confusion, and Roger made a face of regret. He mentally chastised himself for saying that.

This was how he picked up women. You were not just a woman. You were much, much more than that.

You laughed nervously, and awkwardly turned back to the carrot that had nearly been forgotten on the cutting board. You tried distracting yourself from Roger’s strange behaviour by dicing each carrot slice you prepared.

"You do realize you’re not in public, right, Rogie? You don’t have to be that nice to me."

"But I’m being serious.” The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board ceased again, and you finally dropped the knife to properly approach Roger.

You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed in pretend annoyance, though the charade didn’t last long.

“Alright. You got me. What do you want?"

"A favour."

"What kind of favour?” you challenged with a smile, one you’d tried to suppress, but gave in to.

Classic Roger, you thought, King of bribery AND flirting.

Roger opened his mouth to speak again, but the words were caught in his throat.

He suddenly went pale, and your smile contorted into one of worry. “… Roger?”

"O-um… well Y/n, y-you see, uh…“ Roger’s gaze fell helplessly to the floor as he stumbled over his words nervously, his cheeks growing hotter with every try. This especially worried you.

Roger was the most confident man you knew, and watching him be this hesitant about something really bothered you. In a case like this, you would have probably made fun of him, but you could see how stressed he must have felt, so you rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.

It was as if your touch was magic. Roger’s stuttering ceased, and he looked at you with big round eyes.

Then he took a deep breath.

"Y/n, I talked to the guys today.”

"… About?“

"Us. This…” Roger gestured to the house. “… Situation we’re in.” You both knew he was stalling from asking what he needed to, but you tried to keep patient.

“Look, Y/n, I feel awful, and I know I made a promise to you about no groupies…"

”… This is what this is about?” you asked dryly. “You not being able to have women over?“

"What?! No! Well– yes, but–” you removed your hand from Roger’s shoulder and went back to cutting vegetables, the sound of the blade hitting the wooden cutting board getting louder and louder as time ticked on.

All of that stuttering just for him to tell you he needed sex. Of course you were pissed off, and Roger knew that. You had a deal. In fact, he was horrified with himself. And now that you were angry, he was certain you would say no to the burning question he needed to ask.

"Then go.“ You told him sharply. "Go find someone to sleep with. Just don’t bring her back here. If you’re ever caught, we are done for."

Roger’s heart ached at your words. He tried to speak, but, like before, he couldn’t get the words out.

He didn’t care if it was too late, he had to tell you he wanted you; that he needed you.

"Y/n,"

"I said go!” You turned to him angrily as you shouted, and Roger could swear your eyes were glassy with fresh, unfallen tears, though you blinked them back stubbornly.

He breathlessly apologized, and rushed out of the house as fast as possible, leaving you alone in the kitchen, homemade pizza in the oven almost ready to come out, and a half prepared garden salad that would never be eaten.

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Roger stood in the candy section of the supermarket for a second time that day, red eyes scanning the shelves for something you liked.

Rather than listening to you and getting laid, he was more focused on rebuilding the relationship he was unintentionally tearing down.

He needed to apologize to you as soon as possible, and going empty handed, Roger decided, was not a good idea.

"Pissed off your girlfriend too, mate?“ Roger looked to his right to see another man his age, looking at the wide selection of romantically-wrapped sweets before him.

”… Yeah, you could say that.“

"Figured. See, in times like this,” the stranger began as he slowly walked down the aisle before reaching out and grabbing a cheap candy bar from off the shelf.

“The best thing you can do is buy her her favourite candy bar, give her a kiss, and tell her how much you appreciate and love her.”

Roger silently thought this to himself, and although he wanted to somehow thank the guy for his advice, he was already giving Roger an encouraging slap on the shoulder and exiting the aisle to pay for his girlfriend’s gift.

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When Roger got home it was just before midnight. He made sure to enter the house and close the door as quietly as he could in case you were sleeping.

After toeing his shoes off and hanging up his once again wet jacket, he went to the kitchen. There, he set a large bag of your favourite candy bars down on the counter so the rustling of the plastic bag didn’t wake you up.

He pulled a carton of cigarettes out of his back pocket, and opened it to retrieve a new one. He mumbled a curse when he realized he only had two left, and he hadn’t bothered to pick any more up when he was in town more than once that day.

He just tossed the nearly empty carton on the table, and that’s when he saw the vase of flowers he neglected to finish preparing.

They were placed and displayed beautifully and intricately; the definite works of a woman. Roger couldn’t pull off making such a display if he tried to do it on his own.

He guessed that was one reason to appreciate you: your creativity.

But he appreciated you for many other things. The list was just so long; if Roger had to name everything he appreciated about you, he wouldn’t even know where to start, and his rambles would surely never end.

He placed the cigarette between his lips, and wandered to the back door. He took his time getting there.

There was no need to hurry.

He slid the door open a crack, and lit his cigarette with a lighter he’d left on the counter.

After the first inhale, and watching as he blew the smoke out into the wet, miserable night, Roger already began to feel a little better.

He still felt guilty about his earlier conflict with you, but he planned out and repeated what he wanted to say to you to and from the supermarket.

"I don’t want just anyone. I want you.“

Like his journey home, Roger began mumbling the statement like a mantra between his draws of smoke.

After getting to the filter of the cancer stick, Roger flicked it outside before sliding the patio door shut and locking it. Afterwards, he went upstairs, prepared for bed, and went to his room.

There, he turned his bedside lamp on and retrieved a notebook, his book of lyrics and brainstorm ideas for songs, from under his pillow. He opened it up and began writing in it.

Hearing a knock on his door was the last thing Roger expected that night, but when you slowly walked in, and stared at him from your place at the door, he put the book down and gave you his full attention.

"Rog… Look,"

"Y/n, it’s okay, it’s okay.” You pursed your lips, and Roger beckoned you over with his finger.

You slipped into the room completely, and shut the door behind you.

When Roger felt the dip in the mattress, he reached out to touch you. He didn’t have an exact plan on what he was doing, so his hand fell to your back, and he decided to rub slow, soothing circles around your shoulder blades.

"… Y/n, I don’t want just anyone,“ he finally blurted out after a while of silence.

You looked at him in confusion, and Roger’s hand stopped rubbing your back. The silence in the air was thick, and Roger tried his best not to start panicking again.

"I uh…” He removed his hand from your back and awkwardly shifted in his spot.

“I wanted to explain earlier that… that I wanted to um… maybe… talk to you about uh… adding onto this… this agreement."

The look you gave him was devastating. Big, sad eyes, and downturned lips. You felt guiltier than ever. You wanted to apologize for what you’d said, and how you acted earlier, but you didn’t even bother.

Roger wouldn’t have allowed it, anyways.

"Yes…?"

You asked gently, reaching your own hand out and placing it reassuringly on his thigh. Roger stared down at your hand for a moment, taking a shaky, deep breath.

”… Don’t you think it’d… y'know… be easier if… we were friends but… helped each other uh…“ he couldn’t continue further than that. He tried, but he physically couldn’t say any more.

"Are you… suggesting what I think you are?"

"If what you’re thinking is that we can sleep with one another with no strings attached then yes.” His words rushed out of his mouth like a flood, and Roger felt as if he was overheating.

He wouldn’t dare to speak, or move until you did.

And he was glad to have made that decision.

You, after recovering from the shock of Roger’s confession, wasted no time in gripping Roger by the hips, and pulling yourself up into his lap.

Roger exclaimed in surprise when you did this, and after wrapping your legs around his hips, your fingers slid back into his blond hair, and you kissed him with a hunger neither of you expected you to possess.

Kissing you, Roger decided, was better than he ever dreamed it could be. Your lips were soft; your kiss was forceful and controlling, only making this more enjoyable for him; and the way you were touching him– pulling his hair and tightening your legs around him– teased the absolute hell out of him.

And he loved every single passing second of it.

Roger’s hesitation melted away quicker than he expected, and in no time one of his hands was gripping your thigh while the other held the back of your head.

You pulled at Roger’s hair harder, and a smirk played at your lips as he let a deep growl elicit from the back of his throat.

You let your tongue slide past Roger’s lips and into his mouth, to which he made another, pleased noise. Both of his hands grabbed your hips, his fingers absentmindedly toying with the waistband of both your pyjama bottoms and your underwear beneath as he forced his tongue into your own mouth.

You encouraged him to continue when you whined rather loudly, practically begging him to kiss you like that again.

His confidence and ego only inflated from there.

He moved the both of you around so you were lying beneath him, his hands on either side of your head. He dipped down to kiss and suck your neck like it was the only thing he knew how to do.

His hips lowered down onto yours, and you, without thinking, whined again and slammed your hips up to excitedly grind against Roger’s, who let out another deep, guttural moan.

His hands tightened into fists as grasped his bedsheets beneath you and pulled at them tightly to restrain himself from either being too rough with you, or taking you right then and there.

In fact, he had to eventually force himself to pull back, but just enough to get a good look at you. He noticed your beautiful, untouched hair just waiting to be pulled; your hot, red face; your parted lips swollen from the assault of his own; and your quick, heaving chest.

His eyelids lowered and he licked his lips.

You were the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on.

He shifted his hips around once or twice more, and when he watched you shut your eyes and bite your lip, he decided he couldn’t handle your erotic behaviour any longer.

"Fuck,“ he huffed deeply, hands releasing the blankets beneath you to grip your ass. You opened your eyes slowly, and smirked.

You, of all people, had Roger Taylor hot, bothered, and completely at your mercy.

Roger reached over without breaking eye contact with you to retrieve a condom and a bottle of lube from the dresser in his bedside table, meanwhile, you clicked the lamp on the very same table off.

It was time to get to work, and see how beneficial this new addition to the deal would be for the both of you.

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A/A/N: Man, I REALLY hope this chapter does well. Things are only gonna get better from here, and I promise! No more lacking!

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