#roger!ben

[bensakindofmagic]

sun and moon energy 

[b0rhapwritings]

bad guy - Roger Taylor

summary - roger’s part to the inspired by ‘when we all fall asleep, where do we go?’ series, based off of the song ‘bad guy’. light/implied smut. 

warnings - light/implied smut, cussing, drinking, slight mention of drug use

note - the italicized phrase is the billie lyric from the song. thank you for all the love on my last two posts! :) xoxo

You sat on the couch, loosely holding the thin neck of your champagne glass between your fingers. Music turned a few notches too loud pumped throughout the room, the beat shaking your bones. Around you, party-goers, either drunk or stoned, or both, laughed, chatted, danced, and grinded up against each other. 

For a few months now, you were among the many girls labelled as ‘groupies’ of the band Queen. Although you weren’t sure you qualified as a ‘groupie’ anymore, seeing that you weren’t simply pawning after the band; you actually knew all the members quite well ,and when they weren’t on stage or in interviews, you spent your time with them, in the trailer or, like now, at parties. 

The first night you saw Queen, there was quick, but unmistakably hot, drunken sex with Roger after the show. You’d let yourself fall for him at first, but you quickly realized that he wanted every girl he saw, and acted like he couldn’t help it. 

You refused to give in to Roger again, and instead focused on driving the man wild. It was obvious he wanted you. His fellow band members noticed it, and the other girls obsessed with him noticed it, which didn’t make them very pleased. Make no mistake, there were definitely many opportunities for you to hook up and have fucking hot sex. However, you simply kept to teasing him, glancing at him with doe eyes, biting your lower lip, wearing the tight little skirts and dresses that made him crazy. 

“Excuse me, I’m going to the restroom,” you said to no one in particular, standing up from your spot next to Deaky, who had a girl sitting in his lap.

You maneuvered your way around tables of alcohol and circles of sweaty people and ambled down a dark hallway to the bathroom. Just as you started to push the door closed, hands stopped it from the other side. 

“Hey,” a familiar voice murmured. It was Roger. 

He slinked through the doorframe and met your eyes, taking his lip in between his teeth. 

“What do you want, Roger?” you huffed, turning around to the mirror to fuss with your hair. 

“You look good tonight,” he said, ignoring your question. He walked closer behind you and placed his hands gingerly on your hips, massaging his thumbs in circles on your skin. 

You wanted to put on an angry front, but you couldn’t. You were frozen in place, the familiar heat of arousal beginning to pool in your stomach. 

“Rog,” you moaned breathily, but you quickly regained your composure, pulling away and turning around. “What about that girl that you brought here tonight? What’s her name..? Amy?”

Roger chuckled. 

“She’s okay. Said she’s scared of you, threatened by you. She’s seen the way you’ve been looking at me tonight, teasing me.”

“Yeah?” you questioned, cheeks flushing. 

“Yeah,” Roger whispered, taking a step forward completely closing the space between you two. “So were you ever planning on taking action with all that sexy teasing you give me, or...”

His voice trailed off. Your glance shifted from your stilettos to Roger’s eyes. They were so beautiful, baby blue, and the way he had them fixed on you right now, like he wanted to devour you right there on the spot...

Before you knew what you were doing, your hands flew up to his head and you pulled him down to your lips, hard. Roger moaned into the kiss, pushing you back against the counter. You felt his bulge pressed against you, hardening. As Roger began to work on your neck with small nips and open-mouthed kisses, your fingers fell to his shirt, sloppily unbuttoning it. 

“You said she’s scared of me?” you laughed breathily. “I mean, I don’t see what she sees, but maybe that’s ‘cause I’m wearing your cologne.”

[softspaceboibrian]

Bad Habit (Roger Taylor)

Summary: Roger hasn’t been a loyal boyfriend, and the girl decides to leave him. But bad habits make them find their way to each other, over and over. But at some point it might al be too much.

Warnings: angst, ANGST, swearing, a little fluff at one point, ANGST

Notes: it was my first time writing both a song fic and an angst fic. Hope you’ll like. And, please, give a listen to the song it’s based on (Bad Habit by Ben Platt).

Wc: 3791 (it’s long, I know)

(he looks kinda sad in this gif. don’t ask)

You always said that I'd come back to you again

'Cause everybody needs a friend, it's true

Someone to quiet the voices in my head

Make ‘em sing to me instead, it’s you

 It was the third time she had come home only to find Roger, her boyfriend of two years, drunk and in bed with another woman. The first time she let it slide, falling for his excuses, really believing he did it just because he was drunk. But then he did it again. He used the same excuses, that he had had one too many drinks, that he couldn’t control his action. And it was probably because she loved him too much that he couldn’t bring herself to leave him. But this time, the third time, that was the straw that broke her back. Not only did she find him in bed with yet another woman, but that woman was her best friend. She walked into the room and saw the two of them, the man of her life and her best friend, someone she considered a sister up until that moment, in their bed, where she shared with him her biggest secrets, where they planned their future together, where he told her he told her, and she said it back. They were tangled between the sheet, she was screaming his name while he had his head between her legs. At that sight, her heart broke in her chest, her eyes filled with tears, she felt numb. She stood there, in silence, unable to talk, until they noticed her presence.

“Baby… Baby, I’m so sorry! Please, don’t” He got up, ordering the girl in their bed to go away immediately, while trying to stop her from taking all of her clothes out of the dresser and wardrobe. “I made a mistake, I know. Please, don’t go” His eyes were a little glassy at the idea of actually losing her. She kept avoiding to meet his gaze, moving quickly her stuff into the suitcase, needing to leave that place as soon as possible. “Bunny, don’t-”

“Don’t call me that.” The tears finally started rolling down her cheeks, hearing him call her with the nickname he always used for her. “You no longer get to call me that.” She closed the suitcase and walked out of the room, towards the front door, tears uncontrollably falling from her eyes.

Suddenly she felt Roger’s hand snake around her wrist, pulling her back, trying to stop her. “Don’t go. I can’t… I can’t lose you.” He took a step closer to her, cupping her face and pressing his forehead against hers. “You know we’re meant for each other. You know me better than anyone else, and I know you too well. I’m the only that knows how to help you through your down moments, how to make you feel better.”

“I can’t stay, Roger. I- you keep hurting me” And with that she moved away from the blonde, taking the suitcase and walking out.

“We both know you’ll come back. We always find a way to stay together.” He ran after her, walking out of the house shirtless, trying to stop her from getting into the car. “You’ll come back to me”. She threw the suitcase in the trunk, before getting into the car, slamming the door, then driving away, tears streaming down her face, a knot in her throat.

Hate to say that I love you

Hate to say that I need you

Hate to say that I want you

But I do

 It had been a couple weeks since she had left their home, since she had wordlessly broken up with the man of the life. And, somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him completely, she couldn’t stop going through their polaroids and the stupid videos he took on Christmas day or on holiday. She tried, but she couldn’t forget him. “You still love him, don’t you?” Asked Brian, sitting in front of her at the table, a cup of hot tea in their hand. He had been visiting her every other day, trying to keep an eye on her. She knew Roger had asked him to, and Brian had too big of a heart to not do that for his best friends.

“I’ll always love him, Brian” she whispered, her eyes set on the cup in her hands, trying to hide from the man in front of her the tears that had started to fill her eyes and threatened to fall down her cheeks. “I’ll always need him, he’s the only one that really knows me, that knows my deepest secrets, that knows how to help me to overcome my anxiety, how to help me and cheer me up on the days I’m down. I’ll always want him to be next to me in those days. And I hate it. I hate to say all of this. I hate it so much. He hurt me, why do I keep thinking about going back to him?”

Brian kept quiet while she spoke, feeling the pain in every word she said, hearing her voice crack while she tried to keep her tears in. “Darling, you know Roger does stupid things. He can’t keep his mouth shout and his dick in his pants.” He said, hoping to make her smile a little, but that didn’t help at all. It only made things worse, and now he wanted to facepalm himself. “But, listen, I talked with him. He’s ready to change for you. It’s going to take time, you’ll have to keep up with him. But he really wants to be a better man for you”

“What if he doesn’t change? Am I supposed to stay there, let him hurt me over and over again, hoping one day he’ll understand what he’s doing wrong?” She raised her head, meeting the man’s gaze, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I love him, but I don’t know for how long I can keep up with that”

“If he keeps doing that, you can just leave him again.”

“You know I won’t be able too.”

“You’ll have to. I know you love him with all of yourself, you see the good in him, you know the real him and know there’s more beneath that rockstar persona he wears when he’s out and about. But if he can’t love you back with all of himself, then you’ll have to leave him and move on.” He moved next to her, placing a hand on her back, rubbing it gently, trying to comfort her a little. And she tried to keep herself together, but she couldn’t, not anymore. She simply melt down, letting the tears fall, turning toward Brian and burring her face in his chest. “You deserve so much better.”

“I don’t want better. I want him”

Bad habit, I know

But I'm needin' you right now

Can you help me out?

Can I lean on you?

Been one of those days

Sun don’t wanna come out

Can you help me out?

Can I lean on you?

 It had been one of those days when she couldn’t bring herself to do anything. She was supposed to do some work, go to the post office and send some letters and packages, she was supposed to do the grocery shopping, otherwise her friend was going to kick her out of the house for real. But she couldn’t. All she felt like doing was laying in bed, only the sound of cars passing by filling the silence of the room. She had been staying at her friend’s apartment for the last few weeks, not wanting to go back to her parents and admit they were right all along, that Roger wasn’t as good as she thought. She rolled between the sheets a few more times, wanting to crying, wanting to scream, but not being able to, just feeling numb.

It was like this until she had a panic attack. At that point, out of breath, with tears in her eyes, she picked up the phone and dialled the only number she could remember in that moment in which her mind was clouded. And she didn’t expect the man on the other side to pick up. “I need your help” She whispered between sobs. “Please” Her voice cracked, and the phone went silent. She went to the door, unlocked it, before walking to the couch and sitting there, pulling her knees close to her chest, trying to calm herself down. Not even twenty minutes later, someone walked in and ran to her, immediately pulling her in a tight hug, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“Focus on my voice, bunny” he whispered, starting to count, knowing that always helped her breathing to go back to its normal pace. “Good, like this” he ran his fingers through her hair, not letting her go, slightly rocking with her, trying to calm her down.

“I can’t feel anything” She sobbed into the crook of his neck, her arms sliding around his torso, pulling him even closer, breathing in his smell of cigarettes and cologne. She missed it, like hell. So much that she started crying, really crying. Real tears falling from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, wetting the blonde’s neck.

“Why are you crying?” He rubbed his hands on her back, so gently, so delicately, as if he feared she might break under his touch.

“I need you”

“Come back home”

She pulled away a little, meeting his gaze for the first time after weeks of being apart, of not seeing each other. She didn’t forget how much he hurt her, she could never forget it. But she could try to forgive him, give him yet another chance to try and make it better, to make up to her for hurting her. He raised a hand, moving out of the way a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face and tucking it behind her ear. That was the moment she let her heart win over her mind. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his, whispering “You are my home”.

 You make me feel like I'm floatin' off the ground

Above this little town, you do

Look at me smile with tears in my eyes

I love the way you lie, I do

Things settled. She moved back in with him, she let him try and win her trust back. She started joining him at the recording studio, smiling at Freddie when he sat next to her, telling her how much happier Roger was since she had started to hang out with them again. And sitting there, on the couch of the small recording studio, seeing him walk over to her was the best feeling ever. Those were the moments she preferred the most, when they could just be themselves, when Roger was hers.

“Me and the boys are going to have a few drinks after we’re done, you know, to celebrate the new album.” His arm snaked around her small figure, pulling her close to his chest, pressing a soft, gentle kiss on top of her head.

“I think I’ll pass, I have to get some work done” She replied, placing her head on his shoulder, letting their fingers intertwin.

He looked down at her and pouted, a rather sad expression on his face. “I’ll miss you” He whispered, leaning in to catch her lips in a slow, gentle kiss. She moved her free hand behind his head, pulling him further down, before giggling in the kiss when John commented with a gag sound, making everyone burst into laughter.

That night she was sitting alone on the sofa at home, the light on the side table turned on, providing just enough lighting for her not to go blind while reading. It was 2am and she had said Roger she was going to wait for him before going to bed, and she did. But it wasn’t until 2:30 that Roger finally started fidgeting with the key, obviously too drunk to find the keyhole. She got up from the couch, walking to the front door and opening it for him. As soon as he realised the door was finally open and the girl was standing in front of him, he stopped mumbling and a big smile formed on his lips, causing her to smile back, cupping his face and bringing him down to meet her lips in a soft kiss. “Hey, bunny” He whispered, while she took his hand and guided him inside the house and into the bedroom, where she started helping him get undress. Everything was fine, until she saw a red smudge on the collar of the shirt he was wearing.

Her heart dropped. But she pulled on a fake smile and took the shirt off. “So, did you have fun?” She asked, holding back the tears that started forming in her eyes. And luckily he was too drunk to notice her shaky voice.

“Yes! Brian kept ordering new rounds of beers and now I’m wasted” He giggled, placing his hands on her waists, pulling her closer, so that she was standing between his legs. “But I missed you. If you had been there, it would have probably a lot more fun” He rested his forehead on her stomach, pressing a long kiss on there. “I love you, bunny”

She moved her hands from his shoulders, gently running her fingers through his hair, trying to calm herself down. “I love you, Rog” She whispered, a tear rolling down a cheek, while she felt as if someone was tearing her heart apart.

Hate to say that I'm lonely

Hate to say that I miss you

Hate to say that it's dark in here

But it's true, oh

 She had held on for a few more months, watching the man of her life come home late at night with new marks and scratches on his body, smelling of cheap perfume, lying to her face. She had tried to have faith, she really wanted him to change. But one day she couldn’t handle it anymore. While Roger was out doing interviews all day, she packed everything and simply left, leaving her keys on the kitchen counter. She crashed at her friend place for a week, before finally finding a house she could rent. She moved in and told no one except for Brian where the apartment was located.

It had been two months, but she still couldn’t seem to bring herself to forget those big blue eyes, his smile, the way his lips felt, his hands, the way he held her, the way he touched her, the soft tone he used to use to talk to her, how he never actually raised his voice with her. There was good in him, but not enough for her to keep putting up with him.

“You have at least to go out with your friends, have fun, get back on the dating scene” The curly haired man sat across from her on the small sofa, a sad look in his eyes at the sight of her with dark circles under her eyes from not being able to get enough sleep.

“I can’t, Bri.” She whispered, choking on her own voice. She had cried so much in the last period that she was almost sure she had no more tears left to cry. She simply held her knees close to her chest, her gaze low, too afraid she might crack if she met the man’s eyes.

“How can you be so sure if you d-”

“I miss him, Brian. I fucking miss him. I miss the way he was around me when it was just the two of us. I miss him and I hate it. I fucking hate the feeling of loneliness that takes over me whenever I realise he’s not coming home to me at the end of the day. I hate that my heart breaks at the mere thought of him being happy with yet another woman. I hate that everything has gone grey without him.” She threw herself into Brian’s arms, wordlessly asking him to hold her. He was no Roger, but he was her friend. He was the only one who she wanted around in that period, the only one that knew her enough to try and comfort her.

“I know you do” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, running his fingers through her hair. “Listen, Roger is changing. For real, this time. He knows he has hurt you, and he misses you too.” His voice was shooting, calming, while he gently rocked her. “But I won’t tell you that you have to give him yet another chance. The life is yours and you are the one that has to choose if you want to follow your heart or you mind”.

And she knew he was right. She just couldn’t make up her mind yet.

Bad habit, I know

But I'm needin' you right now

Can you help me out?

Can I lean on you?

Been one of those days

Sun don’t wanna come out

Can you help me out?

Can I lean on you?

 It had been almost four months now since the girl had left him, and Roger couldn’t bear her absence anymore. He knew it was his fault if she had left without notice, if she didn’t tell anyone where she was staying now, if he had lost her. At first he held on, pretty confident he was going to move on from her; but the weeks went on and all he could think about was her being in someone else’s arms. He was distracted during the recording sessions, he started writing sad songs, he went down pretty hard on his drums during the concerts. And Brian had noticed. John and Freddie had noticed. It was written all over his face. He was no longer the old Roger, always ready to party, go out for drinks and hook up with girls in the bathroom. He was missing something, that little spark that used to push him through everything.

“Darling, you can’t keep doing like that. Face the fact that you fucked things up.” Said Freddie, sitting across from him in the studio. That day had been the worse so far. Roger had actual tears in his eyes while recording that song, realising she was gone.

“Fred, don’t be so harsh.” John said, sitting down next to the drummer on the couch, looking at him. “You know it’s your fault. But, listen to me, if she really means so much to you, do something. Go to her and tell her, tell her that you love her.”

“No one knows where she lives now” Roger’s gaze was low on the scribbled papers in front of him, glassy eyes, his stomach tied in knots.

It was in that moment that Brian broke. Roger was his best friend, almost like a brother to him, and to see him like that made something click in him. “I know where she lives” He whispered. Immediately he felt all their eyes on himself, as he expected.

“You know where she is, and you never fucking told me?! What the fuck, man?” Roger was shouting, his voice echoing in the small room. He was angry and for obvious reasons.

“She made me promise not to tell anyone…” He said, taking a step back. They all knew how Roger got when he was that angry, and Brian feared what might happen. “But I’ll tell you. Just, please, calm down”

Brian did tell the blonde where she lived and told him when he could find her at home. He had learned her routine by then. Roger immediately sprinted out of the studio, not caring to say goodbye to anyone. He simply got into the car and drove to the exact opposite side of town. The girl was home, and she was sitting on her small couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, a warm cup of tea in her hand, while she went through some paperwork she had to prepare for the next day. When she heard a knock on the door, she got up with a confused look on her face. She wasn’t waiting anyone. But it was only when she opened the door and saw the man standing in front of her that she understood what was going on.

“What are you doing here, Roger?” She was distant, her tone cold, a hurt expression appeared on her face. He looked at her and his eyes filled with tears.

He took a step forward, stopping when he realised she had moved back, away from him. “Please, bunny, let me talk to you.”

She took a step back, letting him in. She was feeling everything in that moment. She felt her heart break at the sight of the man of her life hurt, she wanted to cry, she wanted to run into his arms and stay there till they fell asleep on the couch, without talking, just laying there in silence. But she didn’t do anything. She closed the door and walked him into the living room, signing him to take a seat.

He nodded, sitting on one end of the sofa, watching her sit down opposite to him. “I know I hurt you. I hate myself for it. I really do.” His gaze was low on his own hands. “I’ve changed. I think I am a better man now. I did it for you.” He looked up, meeting her eyes and felt as if a hand had closed around his heart, squeezing it tight. Her eyes started filling with tears and it was hard for her to keep herself from letting herself go. “I love you. I need you back. Please, bunny, I don’t long how much longer I can go without you by my side. Come back.”

“I can’t” She whispered, trying really hard to keep her tears in.

Roger looked at her, reaching out for her hand. “But, why? I- Please, I need you to help me. The boys, they don’t know how to take me when I have a meltdown. You are the only one who can help me, who knows me well enough to calm me down.” She didn’t reply, she looked away, trying to hide the tears that had started falling from her eyes. “Did you find someone new? Is this why?”

“No.” She was quick to respond, turning her face to him, tears streaming down her face. “How could I, Rog? I love you. I will always love you”

“Then come back. Come back home with me”

“I can’t”

“Why?”

“I don’t think I can’t trust you again”

[b0rhapwritings]

bury a friend - Roger Taylor

summary: SMUT! when you have sex with roger taylor for the first time, things are not how you expected. he shows you a completely different world. inspired by lyrics from bury a friend by billie eilish. apart of a series. 

warning: smut, daddy kink (except it’s not daddy, it’s sir), dirty-talking, rough sex, choking, cussing, unprotected sex (pls use protection folks) the whole nine frickin yards. 

note: italicized phrase are the billie lyrics that inspired this story. 

Roger Taylor was unlike any boyfriend you’ve ever had. Actually, he was unlike any man you had ever met, and in the best way possible. And this event just furthered proved that point.

You hadn’t had sex with him yet, for both of your sakes. You both decided to take things slow, as this was a relationship you wanted to take seriously. Of course, there were times where you two got extremely close. But you had both waited until the right time. And it had finally come; it was now. 

You straddled Roger on the couch in your shared apartment, arms wrapped around his shoulders and lips pressed against his. Your kisses were hot, quick, and desperate as your tongues fought for dominance. Roger’s hands rested on your hips, pulling them forward and down to grind on his clothed thigh.

“Bed-” Roger started, but was quickly interrupted by his own moan when you shifted over to grind down on his hard bulge. 

“Bedroom,” you finished for him. 

Roger nodded, looking at you with hungry eyes. 

You grabbed his hand and practically ran to your bedroom. As you entered through the door, Roger spun you around against the door, closing it with the force. He starting kissing you again, but you put your hands on his chest and walked him back to lay against the bed. 

You spread his legs slightly, standing between them, and rubbing his inner thighs. 

“Take your clothes off,” you whispered. 

Roger sat up and stared at you with a look you’ve never seen before. It was a mix of anger, desire, and just pure darkness. 

He slowly stood up and stepped around you to your side. You suddenly felt his hand snake around your throat and lightly squeeze. 

“No,” Roger said in an eerily quiet, calm voice. “You...”

He moved to whisper in your ear.

“...take your...”

He placed his other hand on your lower back.

“...Clothes off.”

In one swift movement, he forced you stomach down on the bed and stepped behind you. His hands moved to grab your wrists and hold them against your back. You gasped, feeling his hard member push against you from behind. 

“Rog-”

“No, darling,” he cooed. “Not Roger anymore. You call me ‘sir’.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “S-sir.”

“Better,” he said. He folded his body over yours, moving his lips to your ear once again. “You’re not used to submitting, are you, baby?”

“What do you know?” you replied, almost angrily, wiggling to get out of his grip. 

However, it was true. All of your past lovers had been underwhelming and even lazy. You had learned to take charge and dominate, and you had liked it okay. But inside, you so desperately longed to submit to someone. 

“I just know, baby,” Roger whispered. He lifted himself back up and began grinding against your pussy from behind. “You haven’t had someone like me. But, God, are you gonna love it.”

You let out a moan, the rough fabric of his jeans feeling so good against the thin fabric of your shorts and panties. You loved the way he dirty-talked you; it left you soaked. 

“Come on, love,” Roger beckoned as he walked to a wall, leaning back against it. “Suck me off good like I know you can.”

You followed, legs already quivering from arousal, and dropped to your knees. You ran your hands up his thighs, to his belt and his zipper. You quickly undid both, and pulled his pants down. His cock was incredibly hard, looking painfully constricted by his tight boxers. You gently placed a kiss on his bulge through his boxers, then finally eased them down and off. His cock sprung out, slapping against his stomach. 

“Ah, fuck,” you breathed, taking his member into your hand and pumping it, admiring it with wide eyes. “So big.”

You spit on his shaft, then took his cock into your mouth, spreading the wetness. 

“Mmm,” Roger growled, watching you with an unwavering stare. 

You bobbed your head up and down his cock, letting his head hit the back of your throat, each time earning a moan from Roger. You began to massage his balls simultaneously, which absolutely drove him wild. 

“A-alright, baby,” he gasped. 

You released his cock from your mouth with a pop and glanced up at him from underneath your eyelids. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathless. 

“Get up,” he ordered, regaining his composure. “On the bed.”

You complied, laying yourself down on the bed for Roger. He followed you, straddling you.

“Won’t be needing this,” he said, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side. 

“Or this,” he added, slinking his hands beneath your back to expertly undo the clasp on your bra. 

“Nice and hard,” he whispered under his breath, admiring your now exposed breasts. He thumbed your nipples in circles and you sucked a breath in, curling your toes. 

“A-ah, sir!,” you gasped, as he nipped at your left nipple. Roger simply chuckled and moved down your body to your shorts, which he yanked down and off along with your panties. 

“My angel, fully naked, exposed, and all for me,” Roger cooed, admiring your body. He pushed himself down the bed so he was eye-level with your pussy. 

He placed one kiss on each inside thigh, and then left his lips hovering over your core. You felt his breath on your core and moaned desperately. Roger suddenly licked one quick strip up your folds.

“Ah!” you whimpered, hips bucking. Roger reached one arm up and held you back down. 

He began to lap at your pussy, licking through your folds until he found your clit. He began sucking relentlessly on the little bundle of nerves, sending you thrashing underneath him and clutching the bedsheets until your knuckles turned white. 

“Sir, oh, God!” you moaned, legs wrapped around Roger. 

He looked up, his baby blue eyes meeting yours, and you swear, you would’ve came right then and there, but he suddenly pulled his mouth from your pussy. He wiped his mouth on his hand and gave you an impish grin. 

“Fuck,” you whined. 

Roger allowed you to catch your breath for only a few seconds, sliding his shirt, the only article of clothing left between the two of you, off of his body. 

“Hands and knees, angel,” he ordered, loosely pumping his cock in his hand.

You did so, and without warning, Roger pushed into you. 

You screamed as you struggled to adjust to his length. His thrusts were fast and unforgiving. 

“It’s g-gonna be rough, love,” Roger said through gritted teeth. “F-fuck, you’re so tight ‘round me.”

“Sir, sir, yes, God, yes,” you groaned. After a moment, the pain had begun to subside, and the pleasure of his sizable cock hitting your spot with every thrust had hit you. 

Roger reached up and grabbed your hair, yanking your head back as he continue to slam into you.

“Shit,” you gasped. “I’m gonna come, sir... A-all over your cock.”

“Alright, love, lay down now,” Roger instructed breathlessly. “Wanna see your face when you fall apart on me.”

Roger settled himself on top of you and slid his cock back into your pussy. It felt so good to be filled up by him, you never wanted it to stop, but you knew it would; you were so fucking close. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried in rhythm to his thrusts. 

“Okay, baby, say my name now,” he encouraged.

“Roger!” you screamed, glad to be able to use his name, his beautiful, sexy name. “Fuck, Roger, fuck! I’m gonna c-come.. Fuck!”

And you did. You fell apart on his cock, and he came soon after, releasing his warm seed into you. He laid on you for a few moments, then gently pulled his cock out of you, flopping down beside you. You felt his semen slowly drip out of your pussy. 

“God, I-I liked that,” you said with a light laugh, turning your head to look at your boyfriend.

“Like what?” Roger teased. 

“You, fucking me, dominating me,” you admitted in a whisper. 

“Good,” he replied, kissing you on your forehead.

[softspaceboibrian]

after talking with @guitarplayingastrophysicist I got an idea for something I already started writing. it was to be something super funny, but it quickly turned into a Roger Fluff and, well, I'm not mad about it.

hopefully someone will read it