#dom!ben

He absolutely acts like he’s above it. Like your dramatic, pouting moments are the most annoying shit he’s ever had to deal with. He’ll roll his eyes, drag a hand down his face, mutter something about how he’s “not dealing with this bullshit today.” Like he wants you to think he’s got zero patience for it—but that’s only because he doesn’t like feeling like he’s not in control of it!!! It’s not the whining itself that bothers him, it’s when it’s not directed at him. If you’re upset and spiraling on your own? Yeah, now it’s “cut the bullshit,” “get it together,” all that. He’s irritated.

“Quit the fuckin’ whinin’, use your words. What’s the problem?”

But the second it turns into you being all teary at him? Needing him, looking at him like he’s supposed to fix it? Oh, now suddenly he’s all into it. And if you try to brush it off or say “nothing”? Oh, he’s not letting that fly. Firm hand on your chin, tilting your face up, forcing eye contact.

“Don’t do that. If you’ve got something to say, you say it to me.”

It’s that push-pull that makes it hit so good. He degrades the behavior on the surface, the “girly crap,” acts like it’s beneath him… but he’s also the one dragging it out of you. He wants you emotional, reactive, and a little whining about everything. He just doesn’t want it to exist outside of him. That’s when he gets strict, when it feels like he’s not the center of it.

And the gag is, the more he acts like he can’t stand it, the more he feeds it. He’ll rile you up, rage bait you, say something that he knows is gonna get a reaction, just so he can turn around and be like-

“Hey. Knock that shit off.” Real low, real firm, like he’s correcting you.

Now you’re looking at him, now you’re reacting to him, now he gets to step in and “handle” you. And once he’s got you like that—teary, worked up, all soft and shaky—he doesn’t get harsher. If anything, he eases off you a little. Hand coming up, thumb nudging under your chin softly, tipping your face up just like he’s done a hundred times.

“C’mon now, what’s all this, huh?”

It’s still got that edge, yeah, but it’s quieter. Familiar. Like he already knows you’re just in your feelings. You sniff, try to talk, and he just exhales through his nose, shaking his head a little. Not mad, just… there she goes.

“Sweet girl… don’t start.” And he’s already pulling you in while he says it, already tucking you against him like it’s automatic. Hand at the back of your neck, thumb dragging slow along your jaw, steadying you.

“You’re alright. I got you. Just take a breath.” Low, close, more coaxing than correcting now. You’re still a little hiccupy, still clinging, and he just hums under his breath, smoothing you back down like it’s nothing.

“Yeah… there we go. All better now.” Thumb brushing under your eye, wiping it away, real gentle for him. “Always get yourself so worked up, and for what, huh?”

There’s no real bite to it, just a quiet kind of fondness. He’s used to you being like this. He loves you like this. Loved winding his arms around you and tucking you against him to block everything else out.

“Shh… s’alright. I got it, sweetheart. Ain’t nothin’ you gotta worry about.” And then softer, almost under his breath, like it’s just for you: “That’s my sweet girl… c’mere.”

summary: SMUT! when you have sex with roger taylor for the first time, things are not how you expected. he shows you a completely different world. inspired by lyrics from bury a friend by billie eilish. apart of a series. 

warning: smut, daddy kink (except it’s not daddy, it’s sir), dirty-talking, rough sex, choking, cussing, unprotected sex (pls use protection folks) the whole nine frickin yards. 

note: italicized phrase are the billie lyrics that inspired this story. 

Roger Taylor was unlike any boyfriend you’ve ever had. Actually, he was unlike any man you had ever met, and in the best way possible. And this event just furthered proved that point.

You hadn’t had sex with him yet, for both of your sakes. You both decided to take things slow, as this was a relationship you wanted to take seriously. Of course, there were times where you two got extremely close. But you had both waited until the right time. And it had finally come; it was now. 

You straddled Roger on the couch in your shared apartment, arms wrapped around his shoulders and lips pressed against his. Your kisses were hot, quick, and desperate as your tongues fought for dominance. Roger’s hands rested on your hips, pulling them forward and down to grind on his clothed thigh.

“Bed-” Roger started, but was quickly interrupted by his own moan when you shifted over to grind down on his hard bulge. 

“Bedroom,” you finished for him. 

Roger nodded, looking at you with hungry eyes. 

You grabbed his hand and practically ran to your bedroom. As you entered through the door, Roger spun you around against the door, closing it with the force. He starting kissing you again, but you put your hands on his chest and walked him back to lay against the bed. 

You spread his legs slightly, standing between them, and rubbing his inner thighs. 

“Take your clothes off,” you whispered. 

Roger sat up and stared at you with a look you’ve never seen before. It was a mix of anger, desire, and just pure darkness. 

He slowly stood up and stepped around you to your side. You suddenly felt his hand snake around your throat and lightly squeeze. 

“No,” Roger said in an eerily quiet, calm voice. “You...”

He moved to whisper in your ear.

“...take your...”

He placed his other hand on your lower back.

“...Clothes off.”

In one swift movement, he forced you stomach down on the bed and stepped behind you. His hands moved to grab your wrists and hold them against your back. You gasped, feeling his hard member push against you from behind. 

“Rog-”

“No, darling,” he cooed. “Not Roger anymore. You call me ‘sir’.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “S-sir.”

“Better,” he said. He folded his body over yours, moving his lips to your ear once again. “You’re not used to submitting, are you, baby?”

“What do you know?” you replied, almost angrily, wiggling to get out of his grip. 

However, it was true. All of your past lovers had been underwhelming and even lazy. You had learned to take charge and dominate, and you had liked it okay. But inside, you so desperately longed to submit to someone. 

“I just know, baby,” Roger whispered. He lifted himself back up and began grinding against your pussy from behind. “You haven’t had someone like me. But, God, are you gonna love it.”

You let out a moan, the rough fabric of his jeans feeling so good against the thin fabric of your shorts and panties. You loved the way he dirty-talked you; it left you soaked. 

“Come on, love,” Roger beckoned as he walked to a wall, leaning back against it. “Suck me off good like I know you can.”

You followed, legs already quivering from arousal, and dropped to your knees. You ran your hands up his thighs, to his belt and his zipper. You quickly undid both, and pulled his pants down. His cock was incredibly hard, looking painfully constricted by his tight boxers. You gently placed a kiss on his bulge through his boxers, then finally eased them down and off. His cock sprung out, slapping against his stomach. 

“Ah, fuck,” you breathed, taking his member into your hand and pumping it, admiring it with wide eyes. “So big.”

You spit on his shaft, then took his cock into your mouth, spreading the wetness. 

“Mmm,” Roger growled, watching you with an unwavering stare. 

You bobbed your head up and down his cock, letting his head hit the back of your throat, each time earning a moan from Roger. You began to massage his balls simultaneously, which absolutely drove him wild. 

“A-alright, baby,” he gasped. 

You released his cock from your mouth with a pop and glanced up at him from underneath your eyelids. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathless. 

“Get up,” he ordered, regaining his composure. “On the bed.”

You complied, laying yourself down on the bed for Roger. He followed you, straddling you.

“Won’t be needing this,” he said, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side. 

“Or this,” he added, slinking his hands beneath your back to expertly undo the clasp on your bra. 

“Nice and hard,” he whispered under his breath, admiring your now exposed breasts. He thumbed your nipples in circles and you sucked a breath in, curling your toes. 

“A-ah, sir!,” you gasped, as he nipped at your left nipple. Roger simply chuckled and moved down your body to your shorts, which he yanked down and off along with your panties. 

“My angel, fully naked, exposed, and all for me,” Roger cooed, admiring your body. He pushed himself down the bed so he was eye-level with your pussy. 

He placed one kiss on each inside thigh, and then left his lips hovering over your core. You felt his breath on your core and moaned desperately. Roger suddenly licked one quick strip up your folds.

“Ah!” you whimpered, hips bucking. Roger reached one arm up and held you back down. 

He began to lap at your pussy, licking through your folds until he found your clit. He began sucking relentlessly on the little bundle of nerves, sending you thrashing underneath him and clutching the bedsheets until your knuckles turned white. 

“Sir, oh, God!” you moaned, legs wrapped around Roger. 

He looked up, his baby blue eyes meeting yours, and you swear, you would’ve came right then and there, but he suddenly pulled his mouth from your pussy. He wiped his mouth on his hand and gave you an impish grin. 

“Fuck,” you whined. 

Roger allowed you to catch your breath for only a few seconds, sliding his shirt, the only article of clothing left between the two of you, off of his body. 

“Hands and knees, angel,” he ordered, loosely pumping his cock in his hand.

You did so, and without warning, Roger pushed into you. 

You screamed as you struggled to adjust to his length. His thrusts were fast and unforgiving. 

“It’s g-gonna be rough, love,” Roger said through gritted teeth. “F-fuck, you’re so tight ‘round me.”

“Sir, sir, yes, God, yes,” you groaned. After a moment, the pain had begun to subside, and the pleasure of his sizable cock hitting your spot with every thrust had hit you. 

Roger reached up and grabbed your hair, yanking your head back as he continue to slam into you.

“Shit,” you gasped. “I’m gonna come, sir... A-all over your cock.”

“Alright, love, lay down now,” Roger instructed breathlessly. “Wanna see your face when you fall apart on me.”

Roger settled himself on top of you and slid his cock back into your pussy. It felt so good to be filled up by him, you never wanted it to stop, but you knew it would; you were so fucking close. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried in rhythm to his thrusts. 

“Okay, baby, say my name now,” he encouraged.

“Roger!” you screamed, glad to be able to use his name, his beautiful, sexy name. “Fuck, Roger, fuck! I’m gonna c-come.. Fuck!”

And you did. You fell apart on his cock, and he came soon after, releasing his warm seed into you. He laid on you for a few moments, then gently pulled his cock out of you, flopping down beside you. You felt his semen slowly drip out of your pussy. 

“God, I-I liked that,” you said with a light laugh, turning your head to look at your boyfriend.

“Like what?” Roger teased. 

“You, fucking me, dominating me,” you admitted in a whisper.