Roger Taylor Smut

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requested by: GloriaMalociStefania

"Lisa Walker's office, this is her secretary speaking, how may I help?"

"Hi, Y/N," you heard Roger's soft but raspy voice down the line.

You sighed, it was quite often Roger would call you while you were at work, wanting your attention. 

"What is it, Roger?"

Immediately picking up on your exasperated tone, Roger got worried. "What's wrong? Are you mad? Was it something I did?"

"No baby, what do you need?"

"I just wanted to call you. I miss you and I'm bored and I'm kinda horny," he whispered the last line as if he was afraid someone else would hear. 

"I can't help you with that, hon. I've had a busy day today and I still have so much to do. I'll be home soon, though. I'll make us some dinner and then we can watch something on the T.V., okay?"

You heard Roger whine on the other end, "Fine," he huffed. 

"Roger, don't be a brat. Be a good boy and wait nicely for me."

"Okay," Roger murmured through the phone, you could practically hear the pout in his tone. "I love you."

"I love you too, angel boy," you said and hung up the phone

You ended up working a lot later than planned, having more stuff assigned for you to do and wouldn't make it home until a lot later. You gave Roger a call and told him to not wait up for you, and if he wanted to eat something himself. He was sad that he would have to wait even longer to see you but there was nothing to do about it. 

On the way home, you picked up dinner for yourself and ate it while you drove.

Once you got back home, you noticed Roger asleep on the couch, snoring softly. The blanket was falling off of him, so you went to adjust it. 

It was earlier than the time Roger usually fell asleep, but you assumed he was worn out from doing certain activities after he expressed his emotions to you earlier in the day... 

You placed your bag down on the kitchen counter, you'd deal with it tomorrow, and walked into your ensuite to take off your makeup from the day. 

Your back was facing the door, but you saw a sleepy Roger through the mirror as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"You're home," he murmured. 

"Yes I am," you confirmed. 

"Missed you so much," he whispered into your neck.

"I know you did, my love."

"Want you so bad," he whimpered, pressing his lips against your shoulder.

You looked at your watch, eleven forty-seven, "It's a bit late, baby," you tried to reason. 

Roger whined in annoyance, rubbing his half-hard cock against your ass, "Mhmmm, I don't care."

"Not right now, Roger. Tomorrow, I promise."

Roger huffed and turned on heels, walking out of the bathroom and flopping down on the bed. 

Finishing off your skincare for the night, you shit off the ensuite lights and went into bed beside Roger.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," you murmured.

"'Night," Roger murmured, cuddling into you.