Roger Taylor Smut

fangs

Requested by: slutforrog

Roger's POV

I don't think it was normal.

The absolute need I felt to have Y/N sink her teeth into me. 

Maybe I'm going insane... Maybe I'm just really fucking weird.

She has such a nice pair of teeth, fuck, especially her canines, I needed her to bight me. Like right now. Now that I think about it, it's almost like she has fangs.

No.

I do not have a thing for vampires or-

"Roger!"

I practically jumped out of my skin at the sound of Y/N's voice.

I looked beside me where I heard the voice coming from. She was right there, smiling, showing off her nice set of pearly whites. 

"Are you okay, Roger?"

No, I'm not, I kinda need you to bite me.

"Just dandy." I smiled.

"'Kay just checking 'cause it's like you zoned out for a little." She said and continued telling her storey.

Great, she's onto me.

Maybe I'm fucked in the head?

Why do I feel this desperate need to be bitten by her?

"Roger, you're doing it again." I heard her say.

"Sorry," I said. I felt bad, she was talking to me and I'm not even paying attention. 

"Are you sure you're alright, Roger?" She asked, raising a brow.

I nodded my head.

"Alright." She continued telling her storey.

I couldn't help but stare at her teeth while she talked. The way they-

"Is there something in my teeth, Rog? You keep looking at them."

Great.

I felt my breath begin to get heavier. I wasn't sure why. I wasn't sure if it was because she basically caught me or if because of this need I have is getting worse. 

"Roger," She put her hand on my shoulder. 

"Bite me," I whispered, "Just bite me, please," I practically whispered.

She raised her eyebrow at me, undoubtedly confused. She must think I'm such a freak. 

"Why, Roger?" She asked, moving to straddle my hips. 

"I- I don't know, I just really need you to." It was a pretty shit explanation.

"Where do you want me to bite you?" 

"Anywhere, just please-" 

I suddenly felt her teeth sink into the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, and let's just say it felt heavenly. 

I couldn't stop myself from moaning out and thrusting my hips forward. 

She nipped her way all the way up my neck until she reached my jaw, digging her teeth in deeper.

Each time she bit me, I felt lighter and lighter, as if I was floating. 

"Harder. Bite me harder." I barely heard myself saying.

And she did. She listened. She bit me so hard I thought she was gonna draw blood. 

I don't know when I came. All I know is that my pants are sticky and she's calling me a good boy and it's making me feel so impossibly dizzy. 

I could never look at her the same way.

"You okay, Rog?" She asked for what must have been the one-hundredth time today.

I blinked up at her, trying to focus my eyes so I can see her clearly, sitting in my lap.

"Just fine," I smiled.

She smiled back and it brought that need back all over again.

AHHHH OKAYYYYY

I hope you guys liked this! I've never written smut in Roger's POV but I think it turned out pretty good! Let me know if you guys want more of Roger's POV!

Have a great day, lovelies!!