wildest dreams. RT

faint. (2/2)

contains: language, smut, alcohol, mentions domestic abuse & r*pe

"what's wrong? darling what is it?" roger worriedly whispers in your ear as you hold him tightly. ¨i just... i just saw my ex boyfriend over there, and...¨ you take a long breath before breaking away. tons of memories start rushing back to you all at once and you stumble a little, clutching your chest. ¨roger i don't want to ruin our night...¨ you say and you notice freddie looking at you with concern in his eyes. he snaps his gaze to john as he joins the group with veronica. ¨y/n,¨ roger says and pulls you away from the group. ¨whatever it is, you can tell me. i promise it won't ruin our night, okay? and if you don't want to talk about it that's okay too. i just- i just want to make sure you're all right?¨ he says and looks over in the direction that clinton was in, seemingly trying to find whatever startled you. ¨well i...¨ you're cut off as you hear a voice behind you that instantly sends chills down your spine.
¨well, well, well, if it isn't miss y/n- the whore-bitch herself!¨ you turn around and see clinton walking towards you, apparently he had abandoned his date to come over here. you don't know what to do or say, so you just stand there, backing closely into roger.
¨hey what the fuck is your problem?¨ roger says as he steps away from you and towards clinton, putting you into john's arms.
¨what's my problem? clearly you're the one with some sort of problem since you're hanging around her!¨ clinton laughs at himself and looks you up and down. "shit, she's still got the body though- the things i would do to hit that one more-" clinton bites his lip and suddenly brian comes out of nowhere and knocks him to the ground.
"shut it, you fucking wanker." he forcefully says in his face and pushes him to the ground again. roger takes your arm and rushes you away, inside the grand comradery, and the group quickly follows behind, leaving clinton whining on the sidewalk.
"my god y/n, was that-"
"my ex, yeah" you say and notice that you are shaking and still feel out of breath. roger pulls you in for a hug and holds you tightly, whispering for you to breathe.
"darling! who on earth was that?"  freddie walks up to you and hugs you from behind, while you're still being held by roger. freddie-roger sandwich, if you will. "it was my ex boyfriend. as you have probably assumed, i'm the one who left him and he still to this day isn't taking it very well." you close your eyes a flashback enters your mind- the moment you dumped him, outside his house after a stroll in the park that confirmed your thoughts about him. you remember him hitting you across the face and storming off, leaving you holding your cheek with tears streaming down your face. clinton did that a lot when he was angry or he wanted you to do something that you didn't want to do... you're pulled away from your thoughts when the two of them release you.
"let's forget about that asshole for now and enjoy our night together, ay?" roger says and kisses you on the forehead. you nod and see brian coming up to you.
"i have no idea who that guy was, but man punching him felt fantastic! are you alright?" brain says and takes your arm.
"i'm okay.. thank you for that brian, honestly. he didn't know what hit him!" you smile a little and roger leads you into the ballroom, everyone else strolling inside alongside you two.
you try and forget everything that just happened as you look around the huge dance floor. there's huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, large red drapes hanging from the walls and windows, and a dance floor that stretches on forever. you notice there are a bunch of tables bunched together towards the right back side of the ballroom, next to a long catering table with a buffet that smells delicious.
"wow look at this place" you exclaim and turn to face roger. his eyes are sparkling as he looks around the room taking it all in.
"do you want to get something to eat? or maybe something to drink? i think you deserve it after everything that just happened." roger looks you in the eyes and takes your hand.
"sure" you smile shyly as roger leads you over to the buffet table, and everyone else follows once more.

♛

you down a few glasses of vodka and before you know it, you and roger are on the dancefloor, having the time of your life. the two of you sway to the music effortlessly, with roger leading the way. you step on his toes a couple of times, but that just makes it feel even more fun.
"y/n, have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" roger says as he leans in to you and you rest your head on his shoulder, swaying to the music. "yes actually you have." you chuckle and kiss his neck delicately. "but have i told you how wonderful you look in that suit?" you say and pull away, looking into his eyes, as he raises an eyebrow. "well no you haven't but now that you have i'll be sure to wear this more often" he says with a grin and grabs your waist with both hands. he kisses you passionately on the dance floor, and you get lost in the moment. suddenly there's no music, no clinton, no people surrounding you, and no smell of roast dinner in the air. there's only you and him, and his lips, and his hair ticking the sides of your face, and the taste on vodka on his tongue. he breaks away and smiles at you, grabbing your hand.
"what do you say we get out of here? it's already almost midnight, and it looks like john and veronica have already left." he points over to where freddie, mary, brian, and chrissie stand, dancing with their partners side-by-side.
"sure, but let's sneak away and leave them wondering what on earth we must be up too." you say with a sassy head shake and roger laughs, leading you out into the lobby. you step out into the open space, and of course, there he is- clinton, although this time he's got some woman pinned against the wall with his hand harshly rubbing up and down her bare leg and other hand squeezing her boob. "jesus, let's get out of here." roger says and quickly rushes you out the door. the two of you are both pretty hammered, so you call a cab to take you back to roger's house.
after making out the whole way back into the cab, you're both finally dropped off at roger's place. he opens the door for you and you walk inside, instantly taking off your heels. your feet are killing you from all that dancing. "y/n, i'm going to ask you something and  you absolutely don't have to answer but i'm so curious..." you look up at him and he looks up from the ground. "what exactly happened between you and clinton?" you take a breath and sit down on the sofa in the living room, and he joins you. "i don't like talking about it much, and honestly no one even knows but me... but i think you deserve to know. i really like you, and i feel like i can trust you and... if i'm being really honest i see a future with you..." roger smiles at you and puts his hand on your thigh for support. "whatever it is, don't be afraid to tell me. i like you a lot y/n and i want to be there for you." you take his hand and look him in the eyes.
"basically, we were together for three years. we were so in love- towards the beginning he was an amazing guy. super sweet, such a nice family, everything you'd want in a boyfriend really. but then one day his mom died unexpectedly and it really took a toll on him. he distanced himself from me for a while, never wanted to hang out or anything. i think he was depressed, which makes sense you know? his mom got hit by a drunk driver, and when he found this out he was so focused on trying to find out who it was, which he never did. he was so angry all the time after that and..." you look away and try to blink the tears out of your eyes. "he basically took all of his anger out on me..." more flashbacks start racing through your mind but you're snapped out of it when roger reaches his hand up to your cheek, making you flinch a little as he wipes a tear from your face. "did he..." roger whispers and you nod your head. "he hit me, a lot, and threw things, and... he took advantage of me. it's like the only thing that could take his mind off of his problems was sex, even when i wasn't in the mood." roger shakes his head and holds you hands. "y/n, i'm so sorry that happened to you. you need to understand that it wasn't your fault... you know that right? clearly he has some serious problems." you laugh a little and lean into roger. "i know, thank you for being so cool about this. i never thought i'd tell anyone because i always thought it would make me seem weak or something like that." roger wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. "thank you for telling me. i want you to know that i will try my hardest everyday to make you feel safe and wanted." you smile into his chest. "thank you roger." he lifts your chin up and kisses you softly. "are you in the mood to have a little fun? to take your mind off of everything?" he smirks a little and you laugh. "so smooth." you say and stand up, fixing your hair a little as you do so. "last one to the bed is a bloody scum!" you yell and bolt into rogers bedroom as he laughs loudly and sprints after you. he grabs you by the waist and you scream as he slams you onto the bed. "roger!" you laugh as he rips off his suit coat and slams the door shut. you lay in the bed, propped up on your shoulders, staring into rogers eyes. he stands there just looking back at you, and you burst out laughing. "well what are you waiting for?"
"beg me." he says and folds his arms together.
"what?"
"you heard me." he smirks and begins to remove his tie.
"don't make me" you playfully pout and play with the top of your dress, teasing. rogers mouth drops open and he removes his shirt.
"make you what?" he runs his hands through his hair, staring you down.
"beg." you say, giving him the same energy back.
"beg me."
"roger." you say and lay your head back on the mattress. he walks towards the edge of the bed and climbs over you.
"i'm not laying a finger on you until you tell me what you want." he straddles you and stretches so you see his ab line.
"rogerrrrr" you moan and touch his chest. "please." you start getting incredibly impatient, you hate when he plays these games. but obviously you secretly love it.
"please what my dear?" he fake yawns and scratches his head.
"please- please me." you whisper and he leans closer to you.
"my pleasure." he quickly removes his trousers and boxers and lifts your dress up, rubbing his hands all the way up your legs in the process. you grab his hair and push his head in between your legs. he licks your clit, but then moves all the way up your body- belly button, in between breasts, up the neck and to your mouth, all with his tongue, which sets your skin on fire.
"y/n" he says. "i thought i told you never to rush me?" he kisses your neck and leaves a few hickeys, which surprisingly makes you arch your back slightly.
"you know what happens with you disobey me." he says as he pulls away, and then without warning he slams his huge erection into you. you cry out because you didn't expect it right away and he wraps his hand around your neck. he continues thrusting and breathing heavily into your ear and you grab his back, running your hands up and down it, grabbing it for support. "y/n you feel so goddamn good" he moans and his words tickle your neck. you wrap your legs around his lower back, giving him some more space to connect himself with you.
"fuck roger!" you scream as he uses his free hand to begin rubbing your wet clit while quickening his thrusts. "harder! harder!" you gasp as you feel your orgasm coming quickly.
"shit i'm gonna cum" he says under his breath and thrust into you even harder and you grab his hair, arch your back, and finally feel your release. you yell out as your vision goes blurry and you see stars, leaving you feeling faint. this is the best sex you've ever had, and that's really saying something considering you and roger have fucked many, many times. roger cums inside of you into the condom that he slipped on last minute, and he moans as he pulls out of you. you lay there gasping for air and roger collapses on the bed next to you.
"jesus roger" you turn to look at him and he's already staring at you.
"guess i succeeded in making you forget about clinton, eh?" he smiles and leans in to kiss you.
"up for a round two?" you smirk and climb on top of him.
"my dear, you are just too much."

ahhhhhh! this chapter is much longer than my others what do we think?? this might be my favorite chapter i've written so far🥰🥰 please leave suggestions!! thank you for reading!!! next chapter soon xoxo