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"you scared you'll lose" roger smiled. "what? no, I- I just cant be bothered playing" you shrugged. "c'mon!" roger stomped his foot "one game, look how nice it is outside, you've been reading your stupid book all day anyway". you looked up at him and something in you couldn't say no. "fine".
"have you played before" roger asked handing you a racket. "uh once or twice...more of a soccer fan sorry" you said squinting your eyes from the blazing sun. "don't worry its super easy, just hold the racket and swing" he smiled while swinging his racket flimsily. he then ran over to the other side of the court. "okay, I'm gonna hit it to you just try to hit it back!" he yelled out bouncing the ball. "OK!!" you yelled back griping the tennis racket.
roger hit it up in the air. it was heading towards you. you panicked and didn't know what to do, your reflexes told you to quickly jump out the way and scream. "what did you do that for?!" roger called out laughing. "it was gonna hit me!" you shouted.
roger put his hands on his knees laughing. "why are you laughing!!?? I nearly got my eye sight swiped by a tennis ball!" you shook your head. he jogged over to you. "look, the ball will not hit you if you hit it, the racket is your shield" he reassured putting an arm on your shoulder.
you took a deep breath as he went over to his side of the court. "ready?" he called out. you nodded your head and took a step back. roger hit the ball in the air, it started flying towards you. 'hit it hit it hit it' your voice in your head repeated. you closed your eyes and swung the racket. you had your eyes closed for about 5 seconds before opening. "did I hit it?" you scratched your head looking around. "uh, not really" roger chuckled "don't worry you'll hit it eventually" roger huffed putting a hand on his hip.
*about 22 try's later*
"I GIVE UP, STUFF THIS" you shouted angrily throwing the tennis racket to the ground. roger just started laughing. "c'mon y/n, don't give up!!....look, one more try, if you don't get it we will leave and go get ice-cream". you huffed "fine". roger threw the ball, it coming towards you, and with a lazy hit...you hit it! "OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE THAT???" you jumped with joy dropping the racket. 'I HIT IT, I ACCTULLY HIT IT" you ran over to roger jumping in his arms. "oh my god" you put your hand against your face "I cant believe I actually hit it" roger swung you around "so....wanna play a real game now?". "oh fuck no- lets go get ice-cream" you took rogers hand waltzing happily out the tennis court.
the gardeners- their a new band and I really like their music but i cant find any of the members on social media, I'm just gonna have to wait for them to release more music.
Sneak peek of some new Queen photos from Rattyâs new book Queen Uncovered being released in October which you can pre-order now on Amazon. Oh boy I can hardly wait for this one. Itâll be a nice little present after the Queen concert on October 10th! đđđâ€â€â€
summary- you work with queens producers, but you and roger cant stand each other and just really hate each other. one day your in the studio listening to music when roger walks in, you and roger then begin to bond a bit. *unedited*
this isn't smutty or anything, I think its just like a cute bonding moment between y/n and roger.
"move!" you shouted for the third time at roger who was in your way. '"calm down! I'm moving alright! Jesus could you be anymore inpatient" roger shouted back as he dramatically jumped out of your way.
"roger, having to work with you is like working with a 5 year old, trust me, I'm always patient with you" you said walking backwards to face him before beginning to walk out the studios door. "yea yea whatever" roger scoffed as he looked down at some photographs.
queen at the moment was recording killer queen, at first you didn't really like it, but the more the boys worked on it the better it became. as you were sorting through some random keyboards someone practically dragged you towards them. it was Freddie. "come on! I'm pretty sure we just got the perfect take of killer queen!!" he squealed dragging you into a room.
he began to play the recording to you. and it was perfect. no doubt. "woah....Freddie- I- that's- incredible? I- I don't know what to say..." you stuttered shocked by the unbelievably good song. "haha, don't say anything darling!! I know its perfect!!" he laughed smiling.
"haha, your right fred" you said smiling back "anyway, where are the others..". "oh I'm pretty sure they all just left for home" Freddie shrugged "and, saying that, I probably should too..wanna ride?" Freddie said and he got up. "oh no thanks, ill probably clean up a bit here, this place doesn't clean its self, ill see you tomorrow!" you smiled. "well, okay, bye bye!!" Freddie waved closing the door behind him.
you began to clean up for a bit, making sure there wasn't any trash around. after walking around picking up about 3 dozen coffee cups you huffed and sat back down on the couch. you turned your head to see the records. "oo, don't mind if I do.." you chuckled walking over to them. looking through the records you found some good ones. then you found your favorite. the Beatles- magical mystery tour. "oh yes!" you cheered picking it up.
you placed it on the record player, and began to listen. as you were listening to your absolute favorite on the album, I am the walrus, someone walked in. "ayy, whos playing that" roger walked in with a big grin "oh you..." his grin faded into a confused and disgusted face.
"what are you doing here?" you questioned. "what? am i not allowed to be here?" he questioned back. "no just- Freddie said you all went home" you rolled your eyes and began to just listen to the music again. "I was just out playing some tennis, thought id get some exercise". "didn't ask" you smiled.
"so..you like this song?" he raised an eyebrow putting a hand on his hip. "yes. Its one of my favorite songs" you nodded. "hm, at least there's one good quality about you". roger smirked. "hm?" you glared at him. "your music taste, I mean".
he sat down next to you, acting more friendly then usual, it was creeping you out. "why are you acting so weird...stop it" you shook your head and chuckled. "like what?" he cocked his head. "um nice?" you answered.
"huh, well, I'm not sure, anyway, what's your favorite part of this song?" he questioned. "haha, uh, you know the part where its like, 'mister city policeman sitting, pretty little policemen in a row" you thought singing it out. "yea! I love that part too!!" roger chuckled.
that's pretty much how the rest of the 5 hours you and roger spent with each other were. turns out, even though you both hated each other, you both loved the same music. you both sat on the floor looking through records and playing music. anytime there was a sad or soft song you and roger would sit there quietly. anytime there was a loud or fun song you and roger would dance around like a bunch of monkey's, just jumping around the place.
"hahahaha, you- you know what we should- play- next" roger huffed out of breath from jumping around to 'back in the U.S.S.R' "what" you huffed your face all red". "oh shit" you laughed in remembrance before roger could say anything. "what?" roger chuckled. "its super late, I should be getting back home now". "do you really have to go?" roger leaned his head back. "sadly yes" you laughed.
"fine" roger grinned. "ill see you tomorrow i guess". "haha yep, and I think tomorrow will be the first day i look forward to seeing you, you made me hate you less today" you smiled picking up your coat. "haha, I hate you less too y/n" roger laughed.
Warnings: Cursing, sexual innuendos, age gap (20s and 40s), smut, subtle dominance + submission, oral f!receiving. Please let me know if there are any more I should add!
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As youâve grown from a young woman to an adult, and changed employment, you had strictly forbidden romantic relationships in the workplace. It was unprofessional and made things complicated. It was difficult to keep that rule when your employer was the dreamiest man youâve ever seen. It also didnât help that you babysat his children for a living. The kids were an absolute delight and brightened up when you arrived every morning to take care of them. You always looked forward to seeing them, but on the other hand, there was their father. Their father was a big-shot rockstar, Roger Taylor. The Roger Taylor. Your heart fluttered every time you saw him, and your face brightened whenever he gave you a heartfelt thank you for watching over his children. He made it so difficult to keep your personal vow.
You arrived at the house just like any other day, bright and early in the morning as usual to help the kids get ready for their day. Roger was there, of course, but was expected to leave shortly after to attend to some Queen business. âKids! Y/N is here!â you hear Rogers' voice call out as you enter the home, and see a little boy run up to you, with tired eyes and messy brown hair. âGood morning, Felix,â you smile as you comb your fingers through his hair. âHi, Y/N,â he says as he gives you a hug around the hips.Â
âWhereâs your little sister?â you ask. âWith Papa,â he replies as he brings you to the kitchen where Roger is holding baby Rory, who isn't exactly a baby anymore as her 2nd birthday has just passed. âGood morning, Sir,â you smile as you offer to take Rory out of his arms. Roger laughs. âPlease, Y/N. Iâve told you a million times. Roger is just fine,â he says. You swallow slowly before giving him a nod. âRight, Roger. Sorry,â you say and laugh.Â
With Rory now in your arms, Roger was free to go get ready for his conference. Usually, he would have Dominique watch the kids, but with the divorce being recently finalized, you were needed more frequently. That was another factor that made it so difficult to keep romance out of the workplace. He was single and looking because you'd watch him get ready out of the corner of your eye and could smell the expensive cologne on him as he left. Even if he was single, it was completely out of the question to have a relationship with him. It wouldn't be right to the kids to have their nanny dating their dad.
As you finish fixing breakfast for the kids, Roger returns to the kitchen to give each kid a hug and a kiss. âPapa will be back very soon, okay?â he tells them in a reassuring tone. He turns to you, his instincts telling you to treat you the same as the kids, but then he remembers youre not his wife, and just the nanny.Â
âGood luck at the, uh-â
âConference,â
âYes. Good luck at the conference,â and with that, Roger slips on his sports jacket and leave the house.Â
âWhy were you so weird with Papa?â Felix innocently asks. You laugh. âIts nothing. Now, come on. Eat your eggs.â But you knew it wasn't just nothing. You knew the way your heart skipped a beat wasn't nothing, and you knew the way Roger looked at you with those piercing blue eyes wasn't just nothing.
Hours later you prepared the kids for bed, and once they were both tucked in you gave them a kiss on the head and left their room, obviously leaving the door open a crack in case one of them had another nightmare like usual.Â
You sat down on the large sectional sofa, and hours go by as you aimlessly watch television while you await their father's return. The window of time the children usually have their nightmares had passed, and you were glad they will be sleeping soundly tonight.
You hear the front door unlock and click open. Thatâs your queue to grab your purse and get up to leave. âThe kids are in bed,â you say as you round the corner to meet Roger there. âGreat, thank you, love,â he says, then his cheeks go red at the realization of what he said. Your face goes equally as flushed as his. Roger Taylor just called you âloveâ. âI mean- uh. Thanks, Y/N,â he says in an attempt to correct himself, but we both knew what he said and neither of us would forget any time soon.
âYou're welcome,â you say humbly. âI- um. Iâll be going now,â you say, but Roger stays in front of the door, guarding it. âWhy don't you stay for a bit? You know, have a drink,â he suggests. âBet you deserve one after having to deal with those hell-raisers all day,â he laughs, and you laugh with him. It's one thing to have a little crush on your boss, but to have drinks with him? That was a completely different story. âSure, why not,â you agree nonetheless.Â
You head to the kitchen and take a seat at the breakfast bar while Roger fixes you both a glass of wine. âI prefer not to keep any hard liquor in the house,â he explains. âNot good for you,â he chuckles. You watch as he pours two small glasses of wine. âAlso not a good impression on the kids. Iâm getting too old of Southern Comfort, anyways.â You laugh. âYoure not old!â you insist, and Roger scoffs. âIâm turning forty this summer.â Maybe he was kinda old.
You hold in a laugh but fail, and his face goes red. âSo, uh- how was that conference?â You ask as you take a small and slow sip of the wine. Yum. It must be expensive. âBoring. They kept asking about my personal life when really what Iâd like to talk about is the music,â he explains before sipping his portion of the wine, and you could tell that he wished it was a bottle of vodka. You couldn't help but notice how his hand wrapped around the dainty wine glass, and how his free hand felt the smooth texture of the countertop, wishing that the hand was touching you instead.
You nod and respond in an understanding way. âBut thatâs done with for now. Iâve gotten used to it, anyway,â he explains. He perks up as he changes the subject. âHow were the kids? Well behaved, I hope,â he asks. You smile at the thought of the kids. You considered them your own at times. âThey're great. Youâve raised them well,â you say, and he smiles. âWell, with help from you, of course. Iâd be stranded without your help,â he chuckles, but you can tell he means it sincerely. âI like seeing you with the kids,â he says sheepishly. âYou know, like as a mother figure,â you smile at his words. âNot that youre old enough to be their mother, or that I want you to be their mom. Not that you being their mom would be a bad thing-â
You watch as his hand trembles. âRoger,â you say as you grab his hand over the counter. âCalm down.â He laughs. âSorry,â he chuckles until he notices your hand. It was soft and warm. He holds it, almost like it was his natural instinct to.Â
âYour nailsâŠâ he whispers as he admires the dark red polish. âTheyâre nice. Your colour,â he says, and you blush. The calm yet slightly flushed appearance you had was nothing close to how you felt. You were about to burst at the seams. Even for his age, nearing his mid-forties, Roger was handsome as ever and knew just how to make a woman fold.
He notices how you don't retract your hand. He waltzes around the counter, meeting you on the other side. âYou know,â he says, taking a sip of his wine slowly. âSeeing you every day, I canât help but notice the way you look at me,â you swallow thickly, your hand now trembling in his as he slowly wraps his free hand around your waist. âThe desire, the thirst,â his hand trails up and down your side, and you shiver with each touch. âThe itch youâre begging to be scratched. An emptiness only I can fill.â
You wanted to scoff and claim that it was completely false, but the problem was that he was entirely correct. You can feel his breath on your lips, the smell of wine seeping into your nose mixed with the expensive cologne he always wore. You were speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. A man has never rendered you this helpless before.Â
âRoger⊠I-âÂ
âWhat is it, love?â That fucking pet name again.
âI need you.â You finally said it. You said what you have been wishing to scream for what felt like a lifetime. You needed him in every aspect. And finally, he kissed you. The Roger Taylor kissed you. If the press found out he had the hots for a girl barely in her 30s, they would go on a rampage.Â
Roger's strong hands come to your head, gently cradling your head as he kisses you passionately, like somebody reuniting with their lover after years of no contact. His tongue explores your mouth. You were shy, but his eagerness broke your shell, and you canât keep your hands off him. Your hands run down his chest, his button-up shirt still keeping his body concealed. Oh, how bad you wanted to rip it off.
Your hands move further down, gripping his waistband before palming him. The drummer bites his lip as he parts from your lips, kissing down your neck as he searched for your sensitive spot. âSomebodyâs needy,â he grins. You whine at his teasing. âShut up,â you mutter. âIs that any way to talk to your boss?â You froze. âIâm kidding,â Roger smiles as he kisses you again. He grabs your hips, picks you up and places you on the counter. âHowâd you feel if I took you right here, right on the counter?â he hums quietly into your neck. You hold back a moan from his words. âGonna be a good girl for me?â he whispers, and you nod. âGonna be so good,â he smiles, giving you another kiss on the lips.
âWhat about the kids? What if they hear- or- or what if they come down?â you worry, but Roger puts those worries at ease. âYouâre just gonna have to be quiet, then.â
You begin unbuttoning his shirt, finally allowing you to see his chest. He wasn't fit, but he wasn't overweight, either. A perfect blend of the two. You attach your lips to his collarbone, sucking a hot welt onto his skin. He groans at the suctioning sensation and he couldn't help but imagine howâd that feel on his cock.
Roger begins to remove your top. He watches in awe as your breasts become exposed. He reached up, gently grasping them, kneading the soft flesh in his palms. âFuck meâŠâ he whispered, not giving a damn if you heard. In a similar fashion as you did, he begins kissing your breasts, then sucking multiple hickeys on your chest. He marked you. You were officially his.Â
âBabyâŠâ you beg as you reach down to undo his belt. âI need you.â That wasn't a beg. You were demanding. You needed him, and you were going to get him. You could already see his erection pleading for attention through his pants. You let it free, watching as it springs out as his pants and underwear pool at his ankles.Â
You bite your lip at the sight of his reddened cock. âLet me suck it, please,â you hum as you begin stroking him gently, and a whimper comes from him. Roger shakes his head. âNo, not right now. After, maybe. Iâm not gonna last long,â he huffs. The thought of Roger coming quickly because of you made you need him even more.Â
âWant you so bad, baby,â he whispers. You smirk. âIf you want me so bad, then fuck me.â He wastes no more time to get your pants off. He removes your panties, grinning at the wet fabric. âSo wet for me,â he hums, running his fingers through your slick. âWanna taste you so badâŠâ he says as he collects your wetness on his fingers and licks it off. âSo good,â he hums.
Roger pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, kneeling down as he buries his head between your legs. You moan as he eats you like a starved animal. âRoger- I⊠fuck,â you try your best to shut up, but the pleasure was far too much to handle. Your moans were like music sent from the heavens and transcribed by God himself. âRoger. Baby, stop,â you plead. He looks up at your with his worry-filled blue eyes. âWhat?â
You can't help but smile at his innocent look. You comb your fingers through his blonde hair. âIâm not gonna last too long, either,â you say. âIâll let you eat me out all you want after Iâve had you inside me.â The word inside made Roger shiver. He agrees, picking himself up from the kitchen floor as he aligns his tip with your pulsing entrance. âReady?â he asks as if it were your first time. You nod, and he begins pushing inside you. You let out a moan, quickly covering your mouth with your palm as he enters you, inch by inch filling you up entirely. Fuck, he was big. You whine into your hand as he stretches you out.Â
âYoure so tight for me, baby girl. Fuck. Feels so good,â he whispers. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before he begins thrusting. You involuntarily rolled your hips against him, letting out muffled moans into your palm, but your grip was weak. The pleasure was rolling through your body, and you struggled to keep a firm grip on your mouth.
Roger replaces your hand with his, his larger palm doing the job way better. âFuck. Wish I could hear you loud and clear. Wish I could hear you moan my name,â you wished the same thing. You wanted to moan in his ear and feel as his length twitch inside you.
He pistoned in and out of you, quickly becoming a groaning mess. It was obvious that Roger hadn't had sex in a while. He whimpered in your neck, hot and heavy breath hitting your skin as he became close already. âMâ gonna come, baby. Fuck. Gonna come,â he groaned. He moved his free hand between your bodies, quickly circling your clit like his life depended on it.
âWhere do you want it, love?â Roger asks as he removes his palm from your mouth. A strained moan comes out, you attempt to swallow down any others to stay quiet. âIn- inside,â you beg. âCome in me. I need you to fill me up.â You had never sounded so helpless before.
Roger's hand moved faster and faster. âCome for me first, baby. Come on my cock,â he whispers. âBe a good girl for me.â He didn't cover your mouth again, welcoming your moans. You took the risk, even if the kids might be able to hear you.
Your hips jerked as the pleasure became too much and the overstimulation began to rise just as your moans became louder and high pitched. Your moans were just enough to push Roger over the edge, but he held off just long enough to make you finish. Your walls tensed around him, your body became stiff as your orgasm washes over you, and your eyes roll back into your head.
Roger finally allowed himself to come, his seed quickly fills you up just as you wanted. âJust like that, babygirl. Fuck. So good for me,â he whispers, talking you through your orgasm as both of your pleasures slowly subsided.Â
You've never experienced anything like that. Sure, you've come before and had sex obviously, but nothing that intense. Nobody had made you like that before. âYou were⊠amazing,â you manage to get out once you took back control of your breath.
Roger smirks. âGod⊠me? No, love. You were absolutely fantastic.â No wonder women couldn't get enough of him, but now, he was the one who couldn't get enough of you.
summary- you and roger get into an argument but you guys make up like 20 minutes laterđ€đđ
swearing, light smut, mentions of alcohol. [ I have no idea why I'm adding these, just makes the fanfic look more âšprofessionalâš]
"okay see you tomorrow!! love you!!" you yelled out to your bestfriend Chelsie as you stepped in the door of you and rogers apartment. "finally" your heard a groan, it was roger "I've been waiting for you all night". you turned on the light to see him slouched on the couch with a bottle of vodka in his hand. "your drunk" you sighed.
"maybe" he chuckled "where were you?". "I was out at that new nightclub that opened" you smiled thinking back on it. "with who?" he questioned his words becoming more intrigued. "just Chelsie and a few other friends" you said.
"Chelsie? and what other friends" he said turning his head to you. "just...people, I'm not sure, just Chelsie's friends that she kept from high school".
"what? like guys?" he questioned "guys..?" you questioned back. "where there any guys?" he stated. "Jesus rog.." you sighed. he stood up from the couch placing the vodka bottle on the table. "what? don't 'Jesus rog' me" he said mimicking your voice. "your drunk, and I don't wanna argue, go to bed".
"are you cheating on me?" he asked. "what?!, god no!" you frustratingly told him. "don't fucking lie to me y/n, I know your cheating on me!" "no!" you yelled "I know your fucking other guys y/n" roger shouted. "how-? what- why? why would I do that huh?" you shouted back. "because your a fucking slut-" roger slurred pointing a finger at you. your heart went cold, how could he? how could he call you that?.
you tried to keep calm, "your drunk roger". "So? being drunk doesn't make me a liar" he groaned. you tried to keep in your tears. "I cant hang out with my friends for one night without being a slut?? I'm cluttered with work, all I want to do is go have fun for one night, but no, I cant have fun" you stated.
"your such an idiot" he muttered. "your the idiot!" you yelled, you took a deep breath "you know what? arguing with you is childish, I'm going to out to get bread because I forgot and then I'm going to bed, sober up or not before I get back....actually I don't care, do what you want"
roger stood there while you walked off out the door. he started to really think about what he had carelessly blurted out, and the guilt in his chest started to hurt. "fuck...I am an idiot".
you walked to the convivence store 7 minutes away, getting bread from the shelf, and walking as slow as possible back to your apartment, trying to escape the awkwardness that would be there when you walked back in.
you walked back in to see roger in the bathroom brushing his teeth. you plopped the bread on the counter stumbling into the bedroom. you took off your party dress and heels and picked out a pair of pajamas. as you were looking around in the messy clothes draws roger walked in. "get out, I'm getting dress" you huffed. "what? I'm not allowed to see you naked now?" he scoffed. "whatever" you muttered throwing on an oversized t-shirt.
"I'm not so drunk anymore" roger told you. "good" you sighed. not one of you making eye contact as you both slid into bed. the tension was killing roger. "I'm sorry" he whispered "I don't think your a slut, I was just jealous". you turned to look at him. "the truth is....im scared of losing you, just the thought of you finding someone better then me terrifies me, I don't think I can live without you"
you looked into his eyes. you were speechless, you had never heard roger say anything like that. since you had no words you just kissed him, running your fingers through his hair. roger grabbed your waist, practically dragging your body over his. his hands travelled your body, reaching over to take your t-shirt off, before he suddenly stopped "oh wait...im not allowed to see you naked anymore, guess were gonna-" he chuckled, you cut him off "oh shut up" you laughed.
you dragged the t-shirt off you continuing to kiss roger. roger cupped your breasts, massaging them, making you moan into his mouth. "where are the condoms?" you smirked. "here" roger said reaching into his drawer.
he hurriedly put it on, you started to slowly sit further on further down on his cock, not trying to muffle your moans at all when you did. "fuck I love it when you moan like that" roger smiled.
hello, its me again lol. So I'm very aware that I haven't posted for over a month [a month and 5 days to be exact]. I just wanna say I'm sorry to probably my 0 fans [I have no idea who I'm writing this too, there's literally no point, whos gonna care?]. sorry to everyone who reads them and likes them, I'm sorry that I haven't posted for you. my excuse is that I struggle with bulimia, hard thing to admit. bulimia is ruining my life, I'm exhausted all the time, all I think about right now is food, my teeth always hurt, my heart hurts, my social life is getting worse, its just all a big mess and I'm sorry. I will posting more in a bit once I get in a better place â„
you snatched your bag and went to storm away before roger griped your wrist. "wait!, look at me" he said, you slowly turned to face him crossing your arms. "I'm sorry...I would of never done that, its just sometimes violet brings these types of girls over...." roger explained his guilty eyes looking into yours.
you sighed "I- I'm not blaming you its just- when you meet someone you look up to and they think your a hooker, its a bit shocking. I'm just mad- this isn't how I wanted me meeting my favorite band to go".
roger looked down feeling bad. "ill- c'mon, ill make it up to you, I feel bad". "how?" you questioned. "why don't I introduce you to the rest of the band" he smiled as he got up from sitting. "really?!" you chuckled. he nodded his head and you started to follow him.
As he walked to the door where Brian, john and Freddie was in your heart was beating fast. roger turned around once you got to the door. "look, don't be all fangirly, just try and act natural" he said before turning back and placing a hand on the door handle.
Your heart basically skipped a beat when the door was finally open and you saw Freddie mercury himself sipping on what looked to be tea. "ay fred, this is y/n" roger said casually, pointing to you. Freddie smiled "y/n? that's a nice name". "t-thank you" you nervously said. "take a seat" you heard a voice to the left of you. it was Brian. you nodded and sat next to roger.
"try not to be no nervous y/n" roger whispered in you ear. you swallowed hard and nodded. "would you like a coffee or something" Brian asked. "ah, no, thank you, I've already had 3 I think I should stop" you chuckled. "this is my 12th...I think" john laughed who was sitting next to Brian blowing the steam away from his coffee.
as Brian, roger, john and Freddie all made small talk and talked about music roger put his arm around you. As weird as it may be you felt sort of safe, his arm around you, his finger tips touching your arm.
"so y/n, how do you know roger?" Freddie asked. you knew what they probably though, that you were a hooker or stripper. "oh- well I'm not a stripper or a hooker if that's what you want to know" you smirked. Brian, john and Freddie laughed taken back by your response. "well, that's the first girl roger has brought to us that's not a stripper or a hooker" john laughed. roger put his head down in embarrassment.
"no uh- she's my sisters friend" roger nodded and secretly winked at you. "yes- uh-" you nodded playing along. "ah, how have we never met before?" Brian asked. "well- me and his sister-" "Claire" roger coughed. "me and Claire were pen pals, I'm always moving around so we don't see each other in real life..much" you said trying to hold in your laugh. "yes" roger said, trying to hold in his laugh with his hand around his mouth.
"move around? like cities?" Freddie asked. "yes and no" roger said. "I- I lived in.....Italy for a couple of years" you smiled "oh and we cant forget when you moved to japan 2 years ago" roger chuckled rubbing your arm. "oh wow, why do you move around so much?" Brian asked.
"her parents are astronauts" roger blurted out. you couldn't hold in your laughter, you put your head down trying to laugh quietly. "are- are you ok" john asked thinking you were crying. you looked up at roger his face all red wanting to burst with laughter.
you regained your self and put your head back up. "yes, uh, my parents are studying the moon or- yes" you said. roger let out a chuckle too. john, Brian and Freddie were all confused. "what's so funny?" Brian asked. as straight as Brian said that you and roger both bursted with laughter, you both laughed so much you couldn't breath. "fucking astronauts" you hysterically laughed. "I- cant- breath" roger held onto his stomach.
john, Brian and Freddie all looked at each other confused, trying to figure out what was so funny. after you and roger stopped laughing they all furrowed their brows at you. "what's funny" john said.
"nothing, nothing" roger brushed off. you all then started to talk again. you got to ask them all about their lives and they even invited you out for drinks.
hey! so I'm so so sorry I haven't written a fanfic in 11 days. I've decided to write this one, it may not be amazing, but its what I can do for now till I have more time!!
You were ecstatic that your friend brought you queens studio. you met violet a week ago. you had met in a bar and got to talking. she was more mature then you and had been around, you were only 21 while she was 29.
you both walked into the front of the studio. Roger sat at a table, a cigarette hanging between his fingers near an ash tray while he was staring at a magazine.
"oh my god....is that the drummer?" you gasped in excitement kind of jumping and giggling. "yes, that's roger" she sighed nonchalantly. "anyway I'm gonna go, 5 minutes, stay here" she pointed a finger at you and walked away leaving you alone. "wait...no- you cant just leave me here!" you shouted as she walked away.
shouting out to violet caught rogers attention. you saw his confused and disturbed face as he lifted his head up from his magazine. he looked at you in confusion cocking his head to the side. "hi" you raised your hand. you stood there awkwardly as he looked you up and down.
"hey" he sighed leaning back in his seat. you smiled which he did not return. "you can come sit here if you want" he nodded his head over to the seat next to him.
you walked over and sat down. you were nervous as fuck! you didn't know what to say, you had to remind yourself to breath. "are you violets friend?" he questioned crossing his legs. "uh yea" you smiled and put your head down.
"hm, so are you a fan?"
"oh yea, your music is awesome!" you shook your head yes. he smirked at you. 'thank you". he moved a bit closer to you. "so would you like a drink?". "oh- I don't drink"
"ah, gotcha" he nodded.
he then moved closer to you. "so, do you wanna go somewhere more private?" he raised an eyebrow. you furrowed your brows at him. "huh?"
"well...shouldn't we go somewhere more private?" he chuckled like it was the obvious thing to do. "why...anyway violet will be back any second". he chuckled even more. "hard to get..hm".
"what? what do you mean 'hard to get'" you exclaimed. he furrowed his brows but smiled. "c'mon enough with the games" he grabbed your hand and stood up. you forcefully pushed his hand away.
"what games?".
"your- wait- your not a....."
"a hooker? god no!" you shouted.
"oh- oh my god! I'm so sorry, I just thought..."
"Jesus no, I'm just a fan" you shook her head.
so that's all I'm gonna write for this part, sorry if its short!! hope you like the storyline though!
hello! I just want to come on here and say sorry for not posting for 9 days. I've been so busy with school and struggling with my mental heath. I know it not seem much to you, only 9 days without posting, but for me its a lot lol. anyway but I will try to post soon!!
This wonderful fanfic idea was requested by @missbohemianqueen [sorry if it seems rushed or if there is any mistakes!]
So far the whole month has been a range of excitement for you. Just last week you and Roger had gotten engaged, him proposing in a fancy restaurant, and just after that you got offered a new job position.Â
Everything seemed to be perfect but one thing, you and Roger seemed to have no alone time. He would be recording queens albums, doing music videos and you would be at work.Â
You sat in your office swirling around in your wheely chair with a pen dangling in your mouth. âHello ms.y/l/nâ your boss's voice bombed suddenly
You jumped a little and quickly straightened up your posture,taking the pen out of your mouth and rolling to move to your desk which you were far away from.
âHow may I help you?â you said trying to sound as professional as possible. Your boss rolled his eyes âyou're allowed to leave early todayâ he stated. Your eyebrows furrowed and you got worried âyour- your cutting my hours?â.
âNoâ he tutted âthere's an event, im sending everyone home earlyâ. You sighed in relief nodding your head.Â
You walked out of your work building holding your bag while your white heels made a loud and sharp click clack sound along the street.Â
You walked over to your car rummaging for your keys. Normally you leave work at 5 and it was only 1.Â
You scratched the top of your head wondering what to do, that's when the perfect idea popped into your head.
"Why not go over to the music video queen is recordingâ. You smiled and started your car.Â
You walked out of your car into the filming studio. As straight as you walked in you saw a bunch of people. Some holding cameras, doing lighting, doing makeup, setting tables up, really just a bunch of stressed people running around.Â
You stood there confused since no one looked familiar. As you started to turn on your heel trying to find someone you did know a random guy started walking up to you waving from far away.Â
The random guy was wearing a newsboy hat, a long coat, and looked dirty. You didn't get a good look at him and instantly started to power walk away awkwardly putting your head down. He caught up to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. You turned around, whipping your shoulder out of his hand âhello?â you asked, but your confused face slipped away and turned into a smile. It was roger. Â
âIt's just me,â he laughed. âOh- i didn't even recognize youâ you mumbled embarrassingly.Â
âWhy are you- dressed- likeâŠthatâ you cocked your head to the side looking him up and down.Â
âI'm playing a homeless personâŠ.what? You don't like it?â he grinned. You shook your head âthey put dust all over your face!â. âIt's not permanent,â Roger laughed assuredly.Â
You followed Roger to a table behind the filming crew that was full of drinks and food. Deacy and brian were there picking at the food, and Freddie was chugging water. ây/ns here!â Roger called out. âOh what a nice surprise!â Freddie cheered, coming over to hug you.Â
You hugged him back and chuckled. You saw brian and deacy come up to you too, âhello y/nâ deacy smiled with food still in his mouth, and brian gave you a small hug âdid you get off of work earlyâ he questioned. You nodded âthere was an event.Â
âAY ENOUGH CHIT CHATâ the director called out âBRIAN AND JOHN CMONâ the director waved his hands to signal John and brian over. They both rolled their eyes finishing off their drinks before shuffling away. âWell, I should be off now,â Freddie huffed. âNoooo stayâ you frowned. ây/n as much as I wish, I don't have any scenes left and frankly my throat hurts like a bitch, I should get some rest- I'll be back later and we can all get some drinks' ' ' he smiled, hugging you goodbye.
After, Roger grabbed your wrist slightly signalling you to follow him. You walked behind him as he led you into the room with all the props. âYou guys have a lot of propsâ you chuckled looking around.
âShh, we aren't allowed to be back hereâ he whispered with a smirk. âThen why are we here-â you whispered before you were cut off by roger jumping back hiding behind a wall.Â
You both laughed trying to hide away from the crew. âOk coast is clear '' you said peeking behind the wall.
You both ran into a corner with furniture props. You propped yourself on top of a desk and Roger hummed, sliding his hands to your waist. As his smug face got closer to yours He started to kiss you slowly as you flicked off his hat so your hands could grab at his hair.Â
The kiss got more passionate and aggressive as he started to unbutton your shirt. âWaitâ you laughed, pulling back. âWon't they hear?â. âNot if you can control your moaningâ he teased leaning back into the kiss.
He eventually got your t-shirt off by throwing it to the side, unclipping your bra in the process. Roger let his hands roam your upper body as he laid small kisses along your collarbone. You wrapped your hands around his back trying to get closer before you frustratingly threw his coat off him. You hurryingly slid your skirt and underwear off making roger grin with satisfaction as he pulled his pants down to his ankles. He wrapped his hand around your stomach roughly pulling you closer to him.Â
He gently let his fingertips feel your clit before he lined himself up to fuck you. âYou okay?â he questioned seeing the worried look on your face. âYea, just- what if we get caughtâ you sighed. âWould you like to stop?â he looked at you with his sincere blue eyes. You shook your head reassuring him.Â
He slowly began to enter you, you bit hard down on your lower lip trying to be quiet. Once he thrusted into you, you gasped loudly putting a hand over your mouth. Roger rubbed his hand on the side of your waist âshh, don't want anyone to hear youâ he whispered. You nodded as he thrusted into you again this time harder. Your whole body is filled with chivers and an intense feeling to scream his name. âFuck roger, this- fuckâ you moaned as quiet as you could.
âI know, I know, just try to be as quiet as you canâ he cooed, running his fingers through your hair.Â
Everytime he thrusted in you making you lose sense of reality all you could do was grasp his skin and pull at his hair.
As you breathed heavily into his neck you felt your body getting closer and closer to reaching your orgasm. âKeep- goingâ your shaking voice trembled. He went faster and faster, his hands pulling you closer to him, you tugged at his hair as you gasped from your release.Â
âFuck- y/n- jesusâ Roger groaned quietly following his release. You both stayed close to each other, trying to regain your strength.Â
âI love you,â Roger whispered, placing hair behind your ear. You looked into his eyes seeing his toothy smile. âI love you tooâ.
He flung back in the chair. You glided your hands along his thighs and looked up at him. He smiled down at you looking at you lustfully. You softly grabbed his cock as you gently placed your wet lips on his tip. As soon as your lips and his cock made contact he flung his head back in satisfaction. âFuck y/nâ he groaned running his fingers through your hair as you made your way further down him.Â
He placed his hands on your upper arms now and then harshly squeezing in pleasure.
you glided your mouth down and up, letting his cock touch the back of your throat, having tears build up in your eyes. âOh- fuckâ roger trembled as you used your wet tongue to do a circle motion on his tip.Â
âSeems you're the one who's the incoherent messâ you seductively whispered. âDont tease y/nâ Roger moaned in frustration.Â
He smiled in delight as you continued.Â
You put your mouth back on his throbbing cock, going at a fast pace. âJesus y/nâ he practically whined. You looked at him through your lashes seeing his head swing back, his jaw in your view.Â
âOh fuck- fuck- keep going y/nâ he groaned bucking his hips to the back of your throat. It caught you a bit off guard and you gagged loudly. âFuck rogerâ you mummbled. He then finished in your mouth, closing his eyes in pleasure as he did.Â
âWhy did you do that?â you complained to him. âHuhâ he breathed sweat falling from his forehead. âWhy did you just buck your hips like that, it hurt my throatâ you groaned standing up. âOh- i didn't realise- im sorryâ he sincerely said walking over to you.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked, rubbing your back.Â
âYeah, just caught me off guard and hurt a bitâ you sighed picking up a bottle of water.
As Roger rubbed your back as you gulped some water there was a knock at the door.Â
âHello?â Roger asked, annoyingly questioned. âWere gonna go get drinks, you coming?â John called out.Â
Roger focused on you and without any hesitation called out back âno! Its ok, I'm busyâ
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