enemies with benefits | roger taylor
summary: Roger Taylor and yourself are not exactly the closest of friends, something Freddie Mercury blames on sexual tension. And he might just be right.
pairing: roger taylor x fem!reader
word count: 2.9k+
warnings/tags: smut ladies, hate fucking, a bit of dom!roger (blink and you’ll miss it), foul language
a/n- this has a nonsensical, shitty plot and i hate it but we’re going to ignore that and focus on the smut okay! if this flops cardboard ben hacked me bye
It was no secret that you and Roger Taylor weren’t particularly fond of each other. It was difficult to pinpoint the exact reason for the distaste the two of you shared (and the only thing you agreed upon); it might have had something to do with how you caught him getting head in your bathroom that one time, or his generally utterly obnoxious attitude that left him unable to get his head out of his arse. His immature personality left him unable to leave you alone for more than five minutes, always prepared with a snide comment or cocky glance.
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