Rock Music One Shots

Roger Taylor Queen

This part will be rather smutty, if you don't like, feel free to skip it, otherwise, I hope you enjoy! 💜

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"Sit still Roger, I'm almost done." Said a red haired woman as her mismatched eyes narrowed slightly at the blond man who's makeup she was currently doing.

Roger had a wide grin on his lips that were currently a soft pink shade thanks to the lipstick as he looked at the makeup artist standing in front of him. "Awww come on Harper, don't be like that, you know that you are having fun doing my makeup." He said as he fluttered his eyelashes at his girlfriend before lightly gripping her hips, pulling her so she stood between his stocking clad legs.

Harper hated to admit it, but she was getting a thrill out of seeing her boyfriend all dolled up like this, he looked incredibly sexy in a sexy school girl outfit. "Never thought that I would want to chase after a skirt before." She said jokingly with a giggle, finishing up Roger's makeup with out an more problems. "What did I do to get a pretty little thing like you?" She asked as she gazed into his eyes, earning a chuckle from Roger since she stole the line he always used on her.

"I didn't know that you swung that way love." He said teasingly as he pulled her on to his lap so she was straddling him. "But don't think that just because you are the one wearing pants right now, I'm still the one in charge here princess." He said with a soft growl, causing Harper to give a soft gasp when he pulled her even closer.

"Roger, someone could walk in." She said with a soft gasp, her face lightly flushed when she felt that he was getting hard under her.

Roger had a wicked grin on his face as he watched his girlfriend wiggle uncomfortably in his lap, rocking up against her and chuckled at the whimper it caused her to let out. "That's the best part darling, the risk makes it even more exciting." He purred before lightly nudging Harper off his lap and to her feet, standing up as well once she was.

Harper couldn't lie, the thought of someone catching them having sex was rather thrilling and she was already turned on. "You don't have long before you have to be on set." She tried as she backed up, only to bump into a table behind her that held makeup, a couple of drinks, and styrofoam heads for the wigs.

"Then we'll have to make this quick, hmm?" He asked with a little hum before grabbing his girlfriend and spinning her around, shoving her down to the table. "Be a good girl and I'll give you a really good treat when we get home." He said as he reached around and unbuttoned her pants, pulling the zipper down before yanking them down, letting out a groan when he was she wasn't wearing anything under them. "Fuck, you are my good little girl, aren't you?" Roger asked with a little grown, giving her pale ass a slap.

Harper let out a yelp at the slap before shuttering as she gave a nod. "Yes sir, I love being your good girl." She said as she held on to the table. Looking over to the side, she couldn't help but to gasp when she saw them in the mirror, watched as Roger pushed down his tights and boxer shorts enough to free his cock. "Fuck, Roger." She whimpered, biting her bottom lip as her heart raced in her chest.

Looking over to the mirror, Roger couldn't help but to smirk when he saw his lover watching him. He slowly ran a hand up under her shirt and up her back, pushing up her shirt at the same time, his cock resting between her cheeks as he lightly thrust his hips against her. "Such a good girl." He purred before he pulled her back up to pull off her shirt and bra, he then shoved her back down.

The red haired woman shuttered and shifted so her legs were open a bit wider for her lover, she was already wet and ready for Roger after all the teasing. "Please Roger, I need you so badly right now." She begged him, her legs shaking slightly in anticipation, a soft gasp slipping from her lips as one of his hands slowly slid up her back, over her shoulder, and then suddenly covered her mouth. She looked over to the mirror just in time to figure out just why Roger covered her mouth when he suddenly thrust into her as deeply as he could which caused her to nearly scream behind his hand.

"Ahhhh fuck sweetheart, you are so tight." The drummer groaned in pleasure as he let his hand move from Harper's mouth to her shoulder, using his grip there as leverage when he started to thrust, pulling her back with each thrust of his hips. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans filled the room as Roger thrust his hips hard and fast, gritting his teeth as his hand once again slipped down the redheads body so he was gripping her hips tight enough to leave bruises later.

This continued for a few minutes before both felt close to cumming. "Ohh god, Roger I'm so close love!" Harper cried out, the drummer growled in agreement as he thrust even harder, one of his hands sliding around her hip and between her legs to start playing with her clit. "Ahhh fuck, Roger!" She cried out loudly as she found her release, her body tightening around her lover's cock.

Roger groaned in pleasure as he thrust a couple more times before he pulled out, cumming on Harper's back, pumping himself slightly with a soft content sigh. "You are amazing Harper." He said softly before grabbing some tissues and cleaned her up.

"You really need to keep that outfit." She said with a tired little laugh as she started to get redressed.