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UMm, Ben Hardy would be so good at hitting it from the back—
thank u for waiting so long for this omg
can you just imagine ben’s jaw hanging open as he thrusts wildly into you, one hand on your hip to steady his pace while the other tugs at your ponytail. you’re almost in tears as his cock repeatedly nudges that one spot inside you, wailing into your palm in a foolish attempt to stifle your moans.
he leans over to his lips are against your cheek, “who owns your fucking cunt? tell me, babe, who owns this cunt?”
“you, sir!”
his palm comes down quickly to spank your ass, making you jolt forward.
“say it again, slut.”
“you, sir!”
“that’s it babe, fuck me… such a good little whore for daddy.”
“m’so c-close daddy, please, please, wanna cum-”
the slick, wet sound of him sliding in and out of you is enough to pull you over the edge, paired with ben’s gravelly voice in your ear muttering filthy nothings.
“can feel your pretty pussy gettin’ all tight around my cock, c’mon, love, come for me.”
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she’s so heavy [john x reader]
i’m back! for a brief moment before exam season! idk where this came from but i had a lot of fun writing it because i am a filthy sinner! requests are OPEN so feel free send me whatever! okay here we go! thanks to @kalypsichor for beta-ing <3
he looks like an angel omfff
pairing: john x reader
year: i was picturing late 1965ish shea stadium johnny
word count: 2.4k
summary: literally just filth. like four seconds of fluff at the end. you and john are high/drunk at a house party and y’all fuck, and that’s basically it. inspired by @rogersbabyyy‘s “sex, drugs, rock’n’roll,” which is truly spectacular. also inspired by “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)” - the bassline there especially
warnings: a whole lot of drug use (alcohol, weed, lsd, etc). also there’s (unprotected) sex - reader is presumed to be on birth control. stay safe and use protection, y’all
To give them credit, celebrities of the music industry really knew how to party. You’d been reluctant to go out at first (you’d only just arrived in the States a day ago) but after much convincing from your boyfriend, John (and perhaps a bribe from Paul), you found yourself at a house party in the suburbs of Los Angeles.
It was nearly two in the morning, and the whole house was hardly a half-step away from total debauchery. Bodies writhed on the dance floor, the orange and blue lights reflecting on their glistening skin. There were bottles and cups strewn about the floor, and clouds of smoke from ciggies and blunts fogging up the whole atmosphere. It felt as if that same fog was also in your head, though that was likely due to the blunt you’d been smoking for the better part of the night. Then again, someone had offered you a tab of acid earlier, and you couldn’t recall if you’d taken it. Your brain fog could be from that. As if mimicking the strangely loud pounding of your heartbeat, live music pumped through amps somewhere deep inside the house.
To be quite honest, you weren’t quite sure whose house it was. Maybe one of Elvis’s? Bob Dylan? You’d been rather surprised to hear the name as you pulled up to the house, but it had slipped your mind completely by now. You giggled at the thought. How could a mind be slippery? Come to think of it, it had also slipped your mind what you had just been doing, until you felt the hand that was wound tightly around your waist. You turned your head and found yourself nose to nose with John. Ah, of course. You snaked an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a long kiss. Everything felt so so slow, like it was covered in honey. A gooey yet tingly sensation erupted where his fingertips brushed your back under your silky orange top.
You pulled away from John, but kept your eyes closed for a moment. You felt him move his hands from around your waist to cupping your face.
“Love,” he murmured, trying to hold back a giggle. You smiled, but kept your eyes closed lightly. He said your name, and this time you opened your eyes. John was smiling at you, and for the life of you, you couldn’t stop giggling.
“Where’d you go?” He slurred, sliding his hands back down to your hips. You only laughed harder, sloshing some of your half-full glass of whatever onto the carpet. You tilted your head forward slightly, and suddenly caught sight of John’s neck. His signature suit jacket had been lost ages ago, and now his white button-down hung open nearly to his sternum. His cheeks and neck were flushed and shiny with sweat. When had it gotten so warm in here? Anyway, you’d never seen something so delicious.
You lurched forward rather ungracefully and pressed your lips to his neck, using your teeth for particular emphasis. You felt the vibration of John’s moan before it reached your ears, and the waves of it seemed to bounce around your head. His hands slid lower, taking up handfuls of your arse and pulling you close to him. You traveled upward slowly, taking your time to leave slightly pinker love bites.
By the time you reached his jaw, John’s chest was heaving. You pulled away to get a good look at him. Those bright amber eyes were a more honeyed brown now, slightly glassy and drooping from the drug. His lips were parted and you could feel his warm breath on his face. His bangs were beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat. You grinned, swaying as if in a dream.
You felt John glide a hand up your spine to the back of your neck, and kissed you so hard you felt as if you two were fusing. Maybe it was from the fog in your head, but you felt the rest of the world fall away. No more threadbare couch in the corner, dim orange lighting, wood-paneled walls. All that existed was John, John, John. John and his tongue in your mouth and John with his hands traveling over your body. You vaguely noticed that you were already getting wet. He muttered something against your lips.
“Wha?” You managed to moan out as he began kissing along your jawline.
“Want you,” he mumbled. “Need you.”
You clutched onto his collar with your free hand.
“Then have me,” you purred, meeting his eyes. He growled, tugging you impossibly closer and you could feel his hardness pressing against your hip. The drink in your hand fell to the floor, seemingly in slow motion, and you dissolved into giggles. The liquid crashing over the white carpet was somehow unspeakably funny, and your teeth clacked against John’s as he started laughing too.
John took this opportunity to slide his hands up your shirt with a sensation you could only describe as creamy. Your grin disappeared again as you pulled him against you and attempted to make your way to the doorway.
“Bathroom?” You asked, stumbling out of the lounge. It was your blasted heels, they kept catching the carpet. His hands danced around the waistband of your miniskirt.
“Bedrooms upstairs. He’s got loads.” Before you even tried to recall who he was talking about, your world tilted as if you’d suddenly been put in a washing machine. After a few moments of overwhelming dizziness, you shut your eyes, realizing John had picked you up after you tripped over your heels again. To avoid more spinning, you kept your eyes shut, instead gliding your lips over John’s collarbones to hear his breathing speed up even more.
After fumbling with the doorknob for a good moment, John burst into an unoccupied room upstairs. The bed was neatly made, and a lamp was on in the corner, casting a golden glow on everything inside.
John tossed you onto the bed, and you bounced as you landed, causing you to burst into laughter again. This time, he crawled on top of you, wrapping his hands around your wrists as he hovered over you. His lips curled into that trademark smirk, his messy hair glowing in the lamplight.
“Wha’s so funny, birdie?” He leaned down until his nose was hardly an inch from yours. You tried to stretch your neck up to kiss him, but he pulled away. You whined, feeling as if you might combust if he didn’t kiss you right this instant. A cocky smile pulled at his lips.
“John,” you whined. “John, Johnny, kiss me, please.” You shifted your shoulders, the cool comforter underneath you almost sizzling on your burning skin. Laying on your back was making the world spin again, but John was holding you safe. “Want you,” you pleaded again.
“Good girl,” he muttered, before leaning down to kiss you hard again. Your body reacted immediately, spine arching into him and knees bending at his waist. He brought your hands above your head, holding both wrists in his left hand, while the right traveled down your body achingly slowly. He tugged the hem of your shirt up, the silk easily pooling at your collarbones, exposing your tits. He leaned down and like molasses, he dragged his lips across the sensitive skin. You gasped, and the sound echoed in your head, and felt more wetness below. You were still spinning, floating into an endless blank space, but holding onto John was keeping you safe and anchored. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, and you moaned louder, arching again into his intoxicating touch.
As John made his way back up your chest, he released your hands and you tangled them in his hair. He groaned low as you tugged it, and obliged as you shifted your weight to roll on top of him. You were straddling him now, staring into those ferocious eyes. His shaggy hair was slightly curled now from sweat, and his chest was still heaving under you. With numb-feeling hands, you struggled with his belt buckle, but soon you were pulling down his jeans and then your own pants as he fumbled to undo the rest of his buttons. You nearly tore your top off the rest of the way, leaving the two of you completely exposed.
You climbed back on top of John, straddling him again and taking him into your hand. At your touch, he closed his eyes and moaned, and the sound swirled around you like gasoline on top of water, all shine and beauty. Another high hit you all at once, and the dizziness nearly sent you toppling backward. The sweat on John’s face reflected the golden lamplight, and you suddenly you two were trapped in amber. Slowly, you tested your ability to move by gliding your hand up and down again, and John moaned out again, his hands finding your hips and squeezing hard. He opened his eyes, a dopey look on his face.
“Why’re you smiling, love?” He managed as you continued your movement. Come to think of it, you were smiling. Instead of answering, you leaned down, pressing your unbearably hot chests together and kissing him again. As you felt the amber release you, you snaked your hand back up to his hair and began to grind down on John’s cock. He opened his mouth, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut once again. His hands were on your hips still, guiding you up and down.
“Love,” he said suddenly. Struggling to pull yourself out of your bliss, you focused your eyes on him. “Love, need you,” he said again. After a second, you nodded, the thoughts taking a moment to traverse your foggy mind. The second wave of your high was starting to subside, and you suspected that the alcohol from earlier was wearing off. John was still looking up at you, his face more desperate than you had ever seen. His eyes were still dark with lust, and you felt a pang of arousal go through you. You nodded. Holding onto your waist, he flipped you once so that your positions switched, and then again, so that you were bent over the side of the bed. The pads of your feet made contact with the cold, hardwood floor and you hissed at the sensation against your flaming hot skin. The turning had made you dizzy, but as John bent over you and nipped at your ear, you felt his solid groundedness again.
As he continued to kiss at the back of your neck, John’s fingers slipped between your legs and circled your clit languidly. You gasped arching your back and pushing yourself harder against his fingers. He straightened and chuckled, sounding a million miles away.
“Now, now, birdie. Behave.” Gradually, steadily, his tempo sped up, leaving you nearly choking for air, your tits rubbing against the embroidered bedspread deliciously. Every so often he would dip his fingers into your pussy, and the filthy, wet sound alone made you moan more. In your fevered, foggy mind, it felt like no time at all before that familiar warmth was filling up your lower belly, matching your outer temperature.
“Johnny,” you gasped. He leaned a bit more over your body, pressing your lower back into the mattress with his free hand.
“Close?” He asked, delving deeper into you than he had before. You meant to respond, but the honey in your brain stuck to your answer and it came out as only another moan. The heat was unbearable, you were so close, so, so close, John, John, John! His name tumbled from your lips as they went numb, your brain unable to focus on anything but the pleasure. He slowed his rhythm as you came down, panting. You released your death grip on the comforter beneath you. You hadn’t realized you’d grabbed onto it.
“John,” you moaned weakly, feeling him press his dick against your arse.
“I need you,” he groaned. “Can’t wait.” Nodding, you pushed yourself back to him. Given how wet you were, he slipped inside with one thrust. He moaned brokenly, and you turned your head to watch him. Mouth hanging open, cheeks still flushed, head tilted back, he looked like the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He pulled nearly all the way out and then slammed back in with enough force to bang the headboard against the wall. You both cried out loud as the sound of skin slapping against skin joined the kaleidoscope of shiny sounds.
After a few moments, your neck hurt from craning to watch John, but for the life of you, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall continued as he fucked you into the mattress, each thrust going deeper.
“Fuck.” His voice was hardly more than a whine at this point, moans rising in pitch as he got closer.
“Come on, Johnny.” He was enchanting, entrancing, the tips of his hair curling over his ears. His skin was so smooth, pink lips and pink love bites glowing in the golden light of the lamp in the corner. He hardly looked real. A particularly deep thrust brought you back to Earth and you moaned loudly, eyes fluttering. John’s rhythm was faltering, becoming uneven and ragged like his breathing. Finally, with more force than ever, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his face screwed up as he came deep inside you, moaning your name and leaving bruises on your hips.
For a few seconds or hours, you two remained there, panting, allowing the waves of heat and pleasure to roll off you. Finally, John pulled out and made for the ensuite, leaving you feeling empty and rather cold. After a quick clean-up in the bathroom, the two of you collapsed onto the bed, you on your back and John on his stomach between your legs, his head on your chest and his arms around your waist.
“I can hear your heart beating.” His voice was rough and not particularly strong or weak.
“Mmm,” you replied, eyelids already drooping from the sex and the alcohol and company.
“Hey.” He nudged your collarbone with his chin. You smiled, looking down at him.
“Hey.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too, Johnny,” you murmured, burying your nose in his soft hair. This was going to be one hell of a hangover, but that was a problem for another time.
#john lennon x reader#john x reader#john lennon smut#john lennon#the beatles#the beatles x reader#beatles x reader#this is filth yall#sorry mom
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21 Questions Tag 🌼
rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to get to know better
Thank you @rogerina-is-hotter-than-me for tagging me! I’ve never done anything like this before so I’m so excited to do it!!
nickname - Bean
star sign - Sagittarius
what I'm wearing - sweatshirt and sweatpants (literally what I wear everyday)
dream job - actress :’)
favorite quote - “I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.” - Andrew Bernard
favorite food - vegetable soup!!
favorite sport - hockey
dream trip - traveling around Europe: England, Germany, Sweden, Austria!!
favorite book - ( I haven’t read a book in like two years) but probably the Hunger Games
what do I hate - snakes and annoying ass people that hate on EVERYTHING
random fact - I love ABBA and am going to see Queen + Adam Lambert in August!!
do i get asks - no :(
Hogwarts house - I think I’m Hufflepuff but I don’t remember, I don’t really like Harry Potter
favorite characters - Michael Scott, Penny Lane, Negan, Dwight Schrute, Andy Dwyer, Jack Dawson
I tag: @strangeandwonderfulconcepts @queens-n-roses @sevenseasofky @siriuslymooned @sweet-ladyy @supremehardy @rogermeddowtaylor @rogers-wristbands @rogersbabyyy @theglowissodivine @one-hysterical-queen @deacytits @deacymercury @deacy-dearest @gwilymz @benhardyispretty @borhaprogerina @redspecialty @perriwiinkle (I only follow 19 people so I just tagged them😊)
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Streapteasing in front of Bri please xxx
this ended up more just teasing than stripteasing but here u go love xoxo
You’ve got Brian just where you want him. His cock rests on his belly, the head so violently red its almost a delicate shade of violet, prominent veins that you’ve come to memorise running down either side of the shaft. His curls are plastered to his temples and forehead with sweat, his chest heaving as he bundles the sheets beneath him in each fist.
“Please, please, let me.. let m’touch myself, babe…” His plea is guttural, leaving his mouth in a gasp, as he watches your fingers trail past your hips and over your clothed core.
You cluck your tongue softly, running your palms over the black lace bra that shields your breasts from him, albeit not hiding much, your cleavage on full display.
“Said I could do whatever I wanted with you, hm? Remember, darling? Wanted me to give you a show of this lovely lingerie.” You turn around slowly to give your boyfriend of the matching lace g-string adorning your lower half, making him groan exquisitely.
“S’not what I fuckin’ meant, please-”
“What do you want, Brian? Gotta tell me, love.”
“Want that tight little cunt, fuck, baby, want you on my cock,” His tip is leaking pre cum now, making a right mess on his stomach, and you smile. You tug at the underwear hugging your waist, letting the skimpy fabric fall to the ground.
“Maybe I should just let you watch me cum on my fingers, hm?”
“You bloody minx,” Brian, ignoring your warnings, takes his cock in one hand and curses in relief; but, you’re quick to slap his hand away, taking his cock in your own hand and squeezing it once, gently.
“Shouldn’t have done that, Bri,” you murmur, lips against his ear, making him whimper. “Gonna have to punish you now.”
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IMAGINE MAKING BEN SO TURNED ON BECAUSE YOU’RE RIDING HIM AND YOU’RE MAKING A WET SOUND WHILST YOU DO IT AND HE’S JUST PRAISING YOU FKDKFKFKKSKDKDJDKKDDKKFKFK I AHVE SINNED
i’m so horny for ben rn it’s not even a joke. would i sell my soul to ride him? yes, probably
so he’s laying on his back and you’re straddling his cock, teasing him (and yourself, to an extent) as you rock slowly against him, rubbing frantically at your clit, your free hand resting on his toned chest.
“fuck me dead. you look so hot, babe, m’not gonna last long tonight.” ben gasps, pushing his hips up toward yours.
“you’re so big, shit…” gasping quietly, adjusting to his size, you’d build your pace gradually until you were bouncing steadily on his cock. you’re so wet that the sound of ben slipping in and out of you is enough to make his eyes roll back in his head.
“fuckin’ hell, you’re perfect.” he moans, “christ, you’re tight. need to stretch you out, don’t i?”
and when he comes, he comes inside you, before pulling out and letting the mess drip slowly down your thighs; he’d lick it all out of you afterward, making you climax for the second time that night✨
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right but brian or fred or john have definitely walked in on roger getting down and dirty with girl (seriously with the amount of sex he had they were bound to). and i can just imagine them either being like “oh sorry” and leaving or just being like “not this shit again” and just being annoyed
i find this so fucking funny because i’d bet you all the money i have (which is a grand total of 20 cents) that this has genuinely happened.
so what if roger’s fucking you after a show in his dressing room, and you’re both trying to be quiet. you’re sat on the table in the middle of the room and he’s pounding into you, his lips locked onto yours.
“hey, rog, where did you put-” brian swung the door open and would immediately groan and cover his eyes with one hand.
“fucking hell, you two are going at it again?”
you’d be squealing and clawing at roger’s back to try and get him to cover you, and he’d try his best, pressing his chest against yours and turning you to the wall so brian only had a view of his back (covered in scratches).
“brian, mate, get out!”
“deaky wants to know where you put the scrabble!”
“i don’t give a shit, ask fred! get out!”
“alright, alright, i’m going.”
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Can we talk about Ben’s voice?? Imagine him whispering filthy things in your ear when we fucks you from behind OOF
I GENUINELY THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME. i can imagine him saying filthy shit so well and it makes me weT OOF🥵
so he’s fucking you from behind, grabbing a fistful of your hair to tug your head toward him, so he can lean against you and grunt in your ear,
“you’re such a little slut, aren’t you? taking my cock so well, yeah?”
“who’s pussy is this, hm? who owns your fucking cunt?”
“you’re so wet, angel, can barely keep my cock in you.”
“that’s it, baby, take my cock. been a naughty little thing, haven’t you?”
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I was wondering about Roger making you squirt. aaaaaaa this is too naughty but I need this.
this is so hot oh my goD
so he’d be fucking you missionary style (because he loves to watch you fall apart underneath him) and you feel like you’re about to cum, but something’s different.
“rog, oh my god, i-i think i’m gonna- fuck!”
he’d have an inclination of what’s about to happen, so he’d suddenly pull out of you to tap his cock quickly on your swollen clit.
“you little slut, that’s it baby, soak my cock.”
you’d be a screaming mess, clutching desperately at the sheets as your body jerked involuntarily; and you’d make an absolute mess. your juices would drench the bed sheets, covering your thighs and roger’s cock.
the sight itself was enough to make roger cum, he’d jerk himself off desperately as he watched you squirt, his lips parted slightly as he grunted your name under his breath.
“fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n, m’gonna… m’gonna c-cum-”
he’d shoot his cum in white, hot ribbons over your stomach, throwing his head back, chest heaving.
“can’t believe i made you squirt!”
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But just imagine Ben as Roger Taylor bending you over his drum set... FKFKFKDKJSKSJ!!1!1!
um YES??? PLEASE???
he’d be practicing a particularly fast and rather sweaty drum solo in the empty studio (without a shirt on, mind you) and be full aware of the effect he was having on you. he’d shoot you quick winks and haughty glances as you sat watching him, clenching your thighs shut for some kind of friction.
when he’d finish, breathless, he’d twirl one of his drumsticks and ask,
“how was that, love?”
“it was alright.”
“alright?” he’d scoff, grinning, standing up behind the drum kit. “just alright? i thought i was better than that, by the way you were looking.”
and before you knew it, you were bent over his floor toms, his practiced hands tugging down your underwear from underneath your skirt.
“always wanted to do this,” he’d grunt, delivering a slap to your ass, “always wanted to fuck you over my drums like this.”
“s’all i think about when i watch you,” you’d gasp, feeling the head of his cock nudge your entrance.
“is that right, you naughty girl?”
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(Okay but this is a uni! Roger Idea fucking turns me on) Imagine you wearing his favorite skirt and he can't take his hands off of you ... Even when you are in class sitting next to him, he just shamelessly puts his fingers in his mouth and cover them with his saliva and starts fingering you and try your best not to moan and oof
UNI!ROGER IS SO IMPORTANT🥰🥰
so you’d show up to classes one day wearing the miniskirt that he fucked you in the other day, and it’s all roger can think about when he meets you outside the classroom.
he’d bite his lip, giving you a once-over, before draping his arm over your shoulders to lead you into the room, leaning down to whisper in your ear,
“wore that on purpose, didn’t you? you know it makes me fuckin’ hard whenever i see you in it.”
you’d just smirk at him.
during the lesson, he would be an absolute shit. it would start out with his hand resting innocently on your thigh, while he ignored the glare you shot him as he pretended to take notes.
then, he’d remove his hand, and shamelessly take two fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and looking straight at you; exactly what he did whenever he got ready to slide his fingers inside your pussy.
“roger, everyone’s going to see!” you’d hiss and look around nervously, thankfully finding most people on task with their textbooks.
“i couldn’t give a shit, love.”
his fingers would slowly slip inside you, and you’d part your thighs ever so slightly to allow him to push them deeper. biting down on the end of your pen to stop any moans from escaping, the professor would inconviently ask you a question at that very moment; and roger’s pace would increase.
“i’m sorry, sir, maybe you should ask mr taylor?”
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okay but touching yourself while moaning rogers name and he walks in and takes care of you I THINK ABOUT THIS ALOT
WHAT THE FRIG IM HSHDJDJFSJDJD THIS IS MY DREAM COME TRUE??
so roger was probably at a queen gig or recording something and you thought he wasn’t coming home till late, so you’d settled in bed with a glass of wine, feeling incredibly hormonal and wishing he was home to make you cum.
so your hand slipped past your panties and you toyed with your clit lightly, sighing softly in contentment, spreading your legs open to allow yourself access.
“fuck, roger…”
as that little bundle of nerves became increasingly swollen and sensitive, you rubbed quicker circles over the area and your eyes fluttered shut.
“just like that, rog, shit…”
so distracted by your carnal desire to climax, you didn’t hear roger unlock the door. you didn’t hear the “i’m home, love!”, and you certainly didn’t hear him as he stopped dead in the doorway as he saw a sight before him that caused his ego to burst through the ceiling.
you playing with yourself, moaning his name.
two of your fingers slipped into your core and you gasped, sliding them quickly in and out of your entrance, fucking yourself.
“m’so close, babe, fuck!”
he couldn’t just stand there, it wouldn’t have been the gentlemanly thing to do, letting you cum all by yourself.
so you got the fright of your life when you felt a pair of lips wrap around your clit.
“JESUS CHRIST!”
“not quite, love.”
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Ben praising you IN. HIS. ACCENT. Where the hell do I sign up? Like you just taking him in and making him feel good..
please oh my god u guys are ruining me shsjdijJHSJFHJSHDGJ
ok but what if you were like riding him for the first time and he’s just telling you how well you’re doing, how good you’re making him feel??
“that’s it, love, fuck, taking my cock beautifully,” his mouth would be parted in awe as he watches you bounce on top of him, his hands on your hips to help you pace yourself.
“oh, shit! just like that, babe!”
“you’re so wet for me, yeah? feel so fuckin’ good around me.”
his palms would slide up your back as he kisses you, and you slow down a bit, grinding your hips down onto him.
“fuck, baby, you’re beautiful. takin’ care of me so well.”
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fUCKIN LOVE SIN SUNDAYS- i just have this kink of Roger all sweaty after shows and damn i wanna suck & fuck. Could you make a short smut of it darling??
this is a HUGE MOOD!! like look @ at this sweaty bitch damN
roger would have so much adrenaline after a show that he’d need to get it out somehow; so as soon as he’s off stage he’d grab your hand and drag you to a secluded room somewhere.
“rog, what are you doing?”
breathless, he’d reply, “need you now, love, m’not gonna last long.”
so you’d drop to your knees and he’d pull out his cock, and you’d take it in your mouth eagerly. flicking your tongue over the head just how he liked it, roger would be a mess in no time.
“FUCK, baby, such a g-good girl for me, aren’t you? shit!”
he’d then hold your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he’d begin to fuck your throat, quite slowly, as your eyes watered as you adjusted to his length.
“alright, love?”
you’d nod and he’d increase his pace, throwing his head back in ecstasy as you choked around him, the clenching of your throat sending him over the edge.
“m’gonna cum, gonna cum, fucken’ hell-“
you’d swallow everything, of course, gasping as you pulled off his cock. roger would lean down to kiss you sloppily, tasting himself on your tongue.
“give me five minutes,” he’d pant, “and i’ll fuck you so hard there’s no way you’re walking tomorrow.”
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SWEET FLUFFY SEX WITH ROGER WHERE ITS JUST GENTLE AND HES WHISPERING HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU THE WHOLE TIME
STOP IT i’m crying oh my god. i would sell my soul for this you have nO IDEA.
it would be the type of sex where it’s so perfectly intimate, your bodies becoming one. both of you are covered in sweat and pressed so close against each other. roger is on top, and his thrusts into you are painfully slow and deliberate.
“i love you. i love you so much, y/n. fuck, m’lucky.” one hand would cradle your face as if you were made of porcelain, “i’m so lucky.”
your arms would be laced lazily around his neck, and you’d tug him down toward you to press your lips against his, a kiss holding so much meaning and passion because you can’t even convey in words how much he means to you.
“i love you, roger taylor. forever.”
his lips found yours again, and you’d gasp into his mouth as he hit a particularly sweet spot inside you. if you could stay like this forever, you would.
roger’s eyes were soft with affection as he looked down at you, the love of his life, and pressed his lips carefully to your forehead.
“you’re mine. i’m yours.” he whimpered softly as you clenched around him, “s’all we’ll ever need.”
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I am here with more Gwil, I feel like he’s all about your pleasure and wants to make you feel good cause he’s such a gentleman and he’d just go down on you until you’ve cum at least twice and then just ruin you until you’re a whimpering, moaning mess and his backs covered in scratches
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he is definitely a huge gentlemen and constantly wants to make sure he’s making you feel good.
his mouth would be wrapped around your clit, the scruff on his face gently tickling your thighs, as you’d desperately grip at his hair to pull him as close to you as possible.
and when you’d cum, that man would not stop for a second- you’d be completely overstimulated, trying to push him away;
“daddy, daddy, too much, s’too much-“
but he’d just grin up at you and lick a quick stripe over your folds, burying his head back in between your legs until you came again.
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FUFKJDSKJDKDKDKSKD, I’M SO HORNY FOR BEN AND ROGER RIGHT NOW. LIKE, A DATE WITH BEN WHERE HE KEEPS LOOKING YOU UP AND DOWN AND LICKING HIS LIPS AND THEN Y’ALL GET HOME AND HE’S Praising YOU DKDKDFKKFKDJSK
PLEASE GOD ALL I WANT IS A DATE WITH BEN
so maybe the two of you have only just begun your relationship and have never really done much apart from some hot make out sessions, and one night ben suggests a date at a fancy restaurant.
you’d meet him there, wearing an extravagant dress you bought for the occasion, and he’d be at a loss for words.
“wow, y/n. wow. you look beautiful.” he’d grin as he saw you approaching, taking your hand and swiftly kissing your cheek, “i don’t want to ruin your lipstick, love.”
“who cares about the lipstick?” you’d plant a firm kiss on his lips, and he’d laugh into your mouth as he returned the gesture, his hand cradling your face (uwu).
“go on then, give us a twirl.”
shyly, you’d spin slowly, your dress flowing around your calves, and ben would be beaming at you.
“gorgeous girl.”
during dinner, he cannot keep his eyes off you. whenever you’re talking, his eyes are locked onto yours, listening intently and biting on his bottom lip. he can’t stop giving you the old once over, either, his eyes trailing the length of your body. and after the bill was paid, he’d be quick to ask,
“d’you want to come back to mine? have a cup of tea?”
“tea?” you’d raise your eyebrows teasingly at him, hardly oblivious to his intentions.
“get your mind out of the gutter, poppet.”
it’s safe to say that neither of you had tea that night, and instead ben’s head somehow ended up between your legs, not that you were complaining.
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