Roger Taylor Smut

farm land

Requested by: Anonymous

Roger finally blinked his eyes open from his peaceful slumber as you have been running your fingers through his hair for the better part of the last hour. He broke into a dashing grin as he reached his hands up to rub the sleep from his eyes. 

"Morning, angel," you said, giving his forehead a peck. 

"Good morning," he responded, voice slightly raspier than normal from the disuse during his sleep. 

"I was going to go in the shower before someone else gets it, would you like to join me?" You offered. 

Roger nodded his head eagerly, already getting up from the small bed the two of you shared. It was definitely a tight fit at night when you two had to sleep, more of the time Roger ended up on top of you. 

With the boys recording their new album on a literal farm, you and Roger didn't exactly get much alone time. The house was small, the walls were thin and the sound definitely travelled. The only time you and Roger really got to fool around was in the shower where no one could hear the two of you over the stream of the water.

"Come onnnnnn," Roger urged, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bathroom door. 

It was quiet in the house, everyone was still asleep at the early hour of six o'clock in the morning. 

Roger turned on the shower as you pulled the slightly baggy shirt you wore to sleep over your head, leaving you in just a pair of panties. 

Roger barely had enough time to turn around before you pulled him into a kiss while pushing off his pyjama bottoms at the same time. 

Roger moaned mouth opened slightly, so you took the opportunity to press your tongue into his mouth.

You started slowly at first, your tongues brushing lightly against each other as you passionately kissed. Roger, being the impatient person he is, shoved his tongue deeper into your mouth, fighting yours for dominance.

You eventually pulled away, panting for breath and Roger's eyes were half-lidded. 

Roger looked at you up and down, taking in your almost naked body, before he started to strip off the rest of his clothes. 

Taking off your underwear, you stepped over the edge of the tub and under the spray of the warm water. 

Roger joined you no less than a minute later, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you deeply once again. 

You brought your hands up to his slightly damp hair, and pulled, eliciting a sharp whine from his throat. 

You pulled again, this time detaching Roger's lips from yours. "Now, baby, I came in here to get clean, not fool around with you." You teased. 

Roger pouted, "I don't care," he leaned in closer with the means to kiss you again, but you stopped him with a finger on his chin. 

"Don't be a brat, Roger," you warned, placing a hand on each of his cheeks. 

"But I just wanna- we never get to- 'cause Fred-" he stumbled over his words as he tried to find the best way to explain his desperate need for you. 

"I know baby," you murmured as you brushed his wet fringe away from his forehead. "You're so worked up, aren't you?"

Roger closed his eyes and breathed out, "Yes." 

"I know," you sighed, hooking your thumb behind Roger's teeth, making his jaw drop open more, "We don't get much alone time here, do we?" You said, running the finger of your free hand down his chest.