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Seductive kiss, “You couldn’t go three days without me” + “That’s what you’re wearing?” + “I’ll clear your head”

“You couldn’t go three days without me.” You quipped.

“Wanna bet?” He called from his bedroom, teasingly.

You just rolled your eyes and walked around the corner from his bathroom, scantily clad in lingerie, hidden beneath a mixed grey plaid skirt and a tight, white cropped button-up, “complete” with thigh high black socks. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I bet…” Your voice travelled into the room behind him, “I could change your mind…”

His turned around to face you, shoulders relaxing as he straightened up, faceting his watch. His eyes basically undressed you as they silently travelled up your body, all the way to your upturned mouth, smirking almost deviously.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” He ogled at your outfit, never seeing you in something like this before, save for a few old Halloween costume photos with your friends.

“Well not for long…” You raised an eyebrow and pinched the top button, letting it reveal more skin, prompting Rogers lips to part in anticipation - just barely, but you could catch it watching them as intently as you had been.

You and Roger had planned to go out for a nice, lavish dinner before he went back on tour in a few days, and you did have a nice dress picked out that was more steakhouse-appropriate, but, who says you can’t prepare a snack before dinner?

Two hands shoved you beneath your collarbones, air whooshing past your ears as you flew back and sought out leverage from a low wooden surface behind you. Roger wore a smirk that cut innocence right out of his face and you knew all too well the familiar tilt in his head would allow no ounce of mercy for you to adjust; no grace period to get used to any hail accompanying the storm approaching.

He wasted no time in ripping open the rest of your half-fastened shirt to reveal the poorest attempt at modesty: a cherry red bralette and matching underwear, satin and lace and all-in-all enticing. He paused to look you over.

“What?” You finished your giggle by pulling your bottom lip into your mouth, your hands holding you up on either side of your slightly shivering body.

“God,” He breathed, lowering a hand to pinch the open hem at the bottom of your shirt.

“It’s just-” His eyes coated every corner, practically drizzling honey with the way he looked at you, like you were his first meal in days.

“What is it, Rog? You’ve seen it before.” You wore a coy smirk, knowing all too well how much he adored this set; his sleepy slur once said it complimented your skin tone perfectly and made your eyes stand out. He wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t all that was standing out…

When his eyebrows nearly knitted together trying to remember, you choked out a laugh and took the opportunity to trace your fingers over your thigh, drawing his attention lower.

“You were drunk, we arrived home from the Alibi Pub, didn’t do anything other than kiss-”

“Now I remember.”

You scoffed out a laugh, continuing to trail your fingers up and down your side, tilting your head back to reveal your neck even more.

He shoved a hand through his hair as he blew out a breath, shaking his head incredulously. “You’re right. You are absolutely right.”

“Oh, so that phrase is in your vocabulary.” You teased with a growing grin, earning an eye roll before he went back to tracing lazers over your body with his stare.

“What is it I’m right about, this time, baby?”

“Well,” He lent closer to you, one of his palms sneaking between your left arm and torso to lay flat on the desk, his other hand following suit on the other side, “My mind’s just full-” a small gasp escaped when your arms buckled out from under you, “-of disruptive thoughts, for one.” his forearm guilty of your yanked falter from your hands to your elbows.

You went to shift your weight onto your right palm before the stable grip of his arm cupped your waist, allowing you to sink back into it and marvel up at him. Scrapping the shocked look on your face, you hummed in question as if to say, is that so? Strands of his hair had glued together from the sweat beginning to bead, and they ghosted over your shoulder as he placed gentle, slow kisses along the lace edge of your bralette cup. You rubbed a thumb over his cheekbone, looking out at him, trying to seem just as dominant while he had you like this.

“I’ll clear your head,” You whispered, your hand now pinching the collar of his dress shirt, grasping him even closer to you.

Roger tsked against the roof of his mouth once in denial, “No, no…” his breath, a cocktail of mint and smoke, drifted over your lips.

He cupped your jaw with one hand, the hold somewhere blurred between gentle and assertive as he watched your eyes beneath his own, “I quite like these thoughts, actually,” and then dipped his head to leave even slower, audible kisses back down your neck, travelling across your collarbones, and along the other side.

“But feel free to clear off that desk behind you.” Despite his words, his tone made it abundantly clear that it was a command.

You registered his nod at the wooden surface over your shoulder just as his soft lips had already returned to your neck, your mind laden with desire as your imagination was one step ahead. You felt his mouth lacing over the sharper, raised planes of your body, and brush back over to your other shoulder as a gentle hand peeled the shirt fabric down your arm. Needles pricked below your skin as you were exposed to the brisk air.

Dipping your head back, you swept a hand aimlessly behind you to do as he instructed. As hard as it was to pause your lust driven trance, you opened your eyes and turned your head around when your hand met nothing on the surface. The desk was already clea-

The back of your neck was caught just before it hit the surface after your arms had yet again been swept out from under you.

“Holy shi-” He shut you up with a kiss, both of you drawing in long breaths through your noses as his tongue ran over your bottom lip, but he wasn’t asking for permission. He was announcing.

His lips travelled from your wet mouth to your chin, up your jaw towards your ear, and back down your neck where he found a sweet spot that made you shudder under his grasp. He softly bit the skin there before moving on to trail his tongue down onto one breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth and gently maneuvering his tongue over it. You straightened up your posture as he did this so you could watch him, re-placing your palms on the desk to support your weight. One of his hands still gripped one side of your waist, and his other hand cupped your other breast, giving it a squeeze before his thumb found sanctuary running over that nipple, alternating directions and patterns until he found what made you go:

“That feels so good, please don’t change a thi-ih-ING!”

Your air hitched in your throat in surprise when his teeth ever-so-carefully -but still roughly enough- pulled back on your nipple. When he did so, his ice blue eyes pierced your own; how was it possible for him to look so at-peace and content, and still so intimidatingly dominant simultaneously? Roger took it back into his mouth, his flat and warm tongue soothing the slight hint of a sting again. Your hips started to squirm slowly, mimicking the rhythms of his thumb.

“Someone’s eager.” He pulled away from your chest and ghosted his lips down the middle of your abdomen.

All you could muster up was an, “M-hmm”, your whiny moan making him reassured that he was doing his job perfectly, so far.

“Goood..” He cooed in a lower, softer voice.

In seconds, just like that, he had you aching for him to touch you. You tried to hurry his hands that had resettled on your hips, but it was no use. Their grip only tightened in response.

“Now are you gonna be a good girl for me?” His voice was lighter, raspier, but his tone was darker.

You looked down at him, teasing you at your inner thighs by pressing wet kisses along and between them ever so slowly. Whenever his warm mouth came close to the seam of your underwear - just when you thought he was going to satisfy that second heartbeat - he’d retreat back down your thigh.

“Y-Yes…” You panted, watching him eagerly. When he does kiss you there, you wanted to watch it so you could remember every aspect of how he looked. Blonde dishevelled hair splayed out and just barely reaching your thighs, eyes closed but when they did open, they’d dart to meet yours. Even the sounds he made - small, quick moans, voiceless mm-mm-mmms - inside his mouth that vibrated against your skin gently; the wet sound of his lips breaking contact after each kiss against your cooling skin.

“Yes, what?” He asked between kisses, becoming painfully slower and placing more at the top seam of your underwear, making you shudder and shiver.

“Yes, I’ll be a good girl for you.”

“For who?”

“I’ll be good for you, daddy.”  You breathed, a hand reaching down to caress his hair as he licked up the side seam, until hot air surrounded your clit as his mouth found purchase there, through the thin satin fabric.

He just stayed there for a moment, kissing, moaning to make you need him even more… teasing.

“Roger, please…” You whined, fingers aimlessly combing through his locks.

He stayed silent, your cue to have to beg him for it. 

You gulped gently as his blue eyes opened and stared, his mouth still making the lightest, faintest kisses against your heat.

“Please touch me more.”

You could feel the corners of his mouth curl upward as his eyebrows bounced up quickly, his face saying, that’s what i like to hear.

He placed one more kiss in the centre of your abdomen along the seam and took the red fabric between his teeth, glaring up at you as he did so, sliding it down as slow as he could. When he got to your knees he used his hands to finish the motion and stood up again to hover over you, one forearm wrapped around your waist to steady you, the other pressed against your thigh. He kissed you harder this time, deeply, passionately, his hand behind you slid up your back, resting between your shoulder blades as you moaned for him. Rogers other hand trailed from your thigh up to the junction between your legs, his middle finger swiping up to your clit, as slow as possible, barely even touching you. You could just feel the contact against your aching clit, and it only made you want him more. Need him more.

“Roger, please, more.” You begged again.

“As you wish, princess…”

Just then, his finger began drawing fast but careful circles ‘round and ‘round, watching your jaw open even wider, concentrating on making you feel as good as possible in the rushed time frame. He could do it, if anyone. And he was going to.

His finger dragged down and easily slid into you, all slick and warm, aching even more for him. Your eyes blinked open and looked up at him, his face so invested in you, already watching you, his eye flicking from your face to his hand. Your eyes followed and watched him as his thumb reached up and kept a steady light rhythm against your clit while he added another finger and pressure built as you felt them curl into you, causing you to buck your hips into them slightly, moaning out for him.

“That feel good, love?” He grinned, only picking up the pace.

“Yes, daddy, soo good… oh my god…” you couldn’t keep your whimpers to yourself, but he didn’t mind. It only turned him on more.

“You gonna cum for me?” He whispered, voice so light but dark at the same time.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

“Goood, baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy, baby that’s it.” He coaxed.

You moaned louder, your hips swaying in circles slightly slower than his rhythm but following his motion to aid yourself.

“Cum for me,” He commanded, this time his tone implied you had something he wanted, effortlessly, like you had to hold up your end of a deal if you wanted to feel good.

He added a third finger, adding pressure that was noticeable, but you could take, and then you were done for. A moment later, with your hand on one of your breasts, thumb and forefinger running over your nipple, Roger curling his fingers inside in a come-here motion, slightly pumping them in and out of you, you came for him. Hard. He praised you as you did, continuing his motions even faster with slightly more aggression all the way through, and then some.

He pressed soft but long kisses to your collarbone, up your neck, your cheek, and then your forehead, taking one last bold swipe up your slit with his finger, prompting your pants to form into a surprised moan. He grinned cheekily and licked off your wetness, lips popping as his fingers left his mouth.

You slapped him playfully with your underwear he retrieved for you to scold him, tugging him back to kiss him properly again. He looked into your eyes, searching between them, the ice blue now a bit softer from the creases of his smile raising them. You hopped off the desk and he tapped your ass before pulling on a blazer jacket.

“I love you,” You reminded him, smoothing out the fabric against his back as you came up from behind him to his side.

He tilted his head in admiration, “And I - you, baby.” planting a soft kiss against your hairline.

“Alright, come on - the traffic’s going to be ballistic; we’re gonna miss our reservation.”

You dipped your chin, walking your fingers up his chest and around his neck to settle your hand there, your other arm wrapping around to meet it, carrying his full attention as he just smirked back at you.

“Well, if we do, I’ll make sure you get dessert.” 

He raised his eyebrows in consideration, “Mmm, I could go for some cheesecake-”

You pressed a finger to his lips to shush him, before pushing it into his mouth briefly, and then trailing it down to beneath your underwear again.

“I wasn’t talking about restaurant food.”

Retracting your one hand from the red fabric, your other thumb gently pulled on his chin to open it up, and obey - he did.

“Do you wanna see how wet you make me?”

He drew a breath in and nodded followed by an “Always, princess.” before you slid your wet finger back into his mouth.

He moaned in satisfaction, “You taste so good, baby.”

“Good. You can taste more after dinner, if you’re good.” You flicked your eyebrows up, retreating back into the other room to change into your real dinner attire, leaving Roger behind, completely at a loss for words.

“Wow.” He breathed, gently shaking his head as he watched you return in a whole new number.

“There seems to be a theme here.” You winked, “c’mon, we’re going to be late.” guiding the two of you towards the front door

“Not with the way I drive, princess.”

“Fair. You’re the one person I know who can gets somewhere safely in the speed of light.” You quipped.

“I’m also good at multitasking.” He whispered slowly, his fingertips gently reaching under your skirt against your thigh to pinch the fabric.

“Wanna bet?”

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Request from my drabble prompt lists, here: (1-50) (51-100) (101-150)

“Get down from there before you hurt yourself”, “You’re gonna catch me, right?”, “Hold me. Just Hold me.”

Your name reverberated off the walls beneath you as Roger bellowed for you.

“Would you get a grip? I’m fine!” You hollered back, your shoe sending some rocks -shrapnel of your misfooting- down his way.

Roger ducked out of the way swiftly, huffing as he followed your direction from below in some attempt to be ready for you to fall.

“I beg to differ! You get a grip! Your foot has nearly pulled you to your death twice, now!” His finger pointed at you scoldingly.

“Actually, gravity has.”

You just shook your head with a look that said not to worry, even though he was right - there really was nothing secure about what you were doing.

Yes i am! i haven’t written for them in awhile actually, so feel free to request something for them:) i always loved them too! xx

God no- there will be more! i can’t say for certain how many parts, but i know it will be at least 4, maybe 5:) maybe more! i’ll know once i’ve written the 4th instalment :) cheers!❤️

Thank you so much! I really appreciate this:) hope you’re having a wonderful night, lovely!💘

Hey! Wow, one year later and I still listen to that song practically every day... I’ll be totally honest, i don’t know if I’ll be posting the draft that I wrote a year ago (when i was most active before my hiatus), but the general idea still circling my head pertains mainly to the lyrics and what they mean to me. Regardless of their true meaning, whenever I listened to it last year, I interpreted it as a girl needing to find a better life; aching to seek sanctuary and rid herself of the misery that ladens her. In my drafts I had written ‘White Queen’ to be about a girl who’s fallen victim to an abusive father figure, and gets saved by Roger (it wasn’t super graphic but there would be a TW issued), but I might entirely change that because the lyrics mean something different to me now:) i’ll post that one soon and we shall see!