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Prompt: A dip in some make up gives roger a perfect idea for a new music video.
Pairing: Roger Taylor x reader (can be read as ben!roger taylor too)
Warnings: mostly pure fluff with some kissing, cussing.
A/N: hi! this is my first write so please be kind. There will definitely be some errors, if you have any suggestions or requests u can put them in my inbox! requests are currently open.
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After a long day or constantly being told what to do, all you desired to fall asleep. Quite honestly you were too tired to hear the front door open and your husband enter the house. You kept your eyes in front of you and focused on the wet cloth in your hand and putting remover on it. You leaned down and started rubbing off the foundation, relieved to feel the cold air on your skin. A hand on the small of your back made you jump and tilt your head up to see your husbands reflection next to your own in the mirror. His hands found your hips and rubbed them as he kissed your shoulder.
“Hi darling.” His voice sounded rough, he had definitely been arguing with Freddie or Brian all day.
“Hi my love.”
You smiled. Your mascara running down your face making you look awful. Roger reached around your body and picked up the wet cloth and began wiping off the black streaks off your cheeks. Your eyes closed as you let him rub off what was remaining.
“You look so beautiful.”
His eyes scanned your exhausted face with nothing but pure love in his eyes, behind his smile you could still see the tiredness on his face. The band had been working day and night for weeks and it was starting to take a toll on him.
You turned to face him and let your hands slide around his waist and scratch his back. He placed a kiss on your forehead and ran his hands onto your butt and gave it a firm squeeze earning a laugh from you. You looked up at his lips and he began to lean in, you had other ideas. You slapped his bottom and laughed as you opened his eyes.
“You’ve got a big butt.” You kept a big smile on your face as he cocked his eyebrow up.
You laughed and hit his chest, then leaning in to give him a small peck on the lips. His lips were always so soft, one of the many things you loved about him. In the beginning of the relationship you always made sure he had chapstick on but now it was a force of habit for both of you. His eyes closed and he sighed.
His eyes closed and a line formed in between his brows as he reminisced on the day he had. All the yelling and arguing he had been through made his shoulders tense at just the thought of having to go back to the studio tomorrow.
“Oh you have no idea.”
Your heart always broke seeing him so frustrated, you knew Roger often got frustrated and took it out on the members but some days he seemed to hold it in more than others.
“What happened today?”
“Freddie was so wound up today about shooting a music video, we have no bloody ideas. Brian and John were yelling and we were all just arguing over and over about what to do. We still have no idea what we are gonna do.”
“Oh love i’m sorry.”
You kissed his temple and lowered your lips to his check then jaw before bringing your lips back to his own. Your hands reached up to the back of his neck and he relaxed like putty in your hands. A soft moan released from his throat as you ran your hands in his blonde hair.
“You have the most beautiful eyes Rog.”
You stared into his eyes and scanned his face, the way his hair fell and shielded his eyes from the light, how you loved to stare into his eyes. Even when he had bad days his eyes always were so soft, they calmed you in the most frightening times.
“And eye lashes.”
“Are eyelashes an important feature?”
With a smile and a nod you made sure he knew how lucky he was to have his features. Many people would kill to have natural features like Rogers.
“Yes, very important. I’m very jealous.”
You watched as he opened his eyes and his lashes fanned over his bright eyes. It gave you an idea.
You turned around and grabbed your make up back and instructed him to sit down on the bath tub
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
You smirked and said nothing but came up to him and stood in between his legs, his hands automatically finding there way to the backs of your thighs. He looked up at you with a confused look, then his eyes landed on the foundation in your hand.
“I don’t know about this.”
“I’ve done your make up before rog, this is just like that.”
You’ve done his eyeliner for shows and even put some shades of lipstick on him but never a full face.
“Now close your eyes love.”
He did as told and kept his eyes shut as you started blending in the foundation, making sure to be gentle with him. You admired Roger for many things. He had angelic features that you could stare at forever, even with frown lines you felt like his face was sculpted from the gods.
“How long does it take you to do your make up?”
“It depends on the day or what look i’m going for. If it’s light it take about 10 minutes, if it’s more of a party look it takes around 30 or more.”
He hummed in response and rubbed your thighs.
“Alright next is eyebrows.”
He raised his eyebrows in a flirty way, which always made you giggle.
“Keep them still Mr. Taylor.”
“Anything for you Mrs. Taylor.”
You brushed his eyebrows up and applied some color to darken them, then brushed out the color to look more natural. Then you cleaned off the excess and looked at the work you had done so far. A nod of approval and you moved onto his eyes.
“Open up buttercup.”
“Please don’t poke my eye. Again.”
You rolled your eyes and tapped on his shoulders as you remembered the one time he was rushing before getting on stage. Last minute Freddie decided they all needed to match make up, Roger immediately came to you for assistance. You cringed as you think about how you stabbed his eye right before one of his biggest shows at that time.
“that was only one time.”
“It only takes one time for me to be blind.”
He slowly opened his eyes and you took notice to how his pupils dilated to the bright light of the bathroom. You instructed him to look up as you applied the eyeliner in his water line, his eyes watering as you finished.
You continued the eyes with mascara this time, brushing up his long eyelashes and applying the black substance on them. His eyes looking way more open with the eyelashes curled up.
“Pucker your lips sweets.”
He closed his eyes and put his lips in the desired shape, you started applying on the bright pink lipstick and stuck your tongue out as you applied carefully, making sure not to smudge any color onto his cupid’s bow. With his lips still puckered you gave him a quick kiss before moving on to something else.
“Okay almost done.”
“Let me see.”
He reached for the hand mirror and you smacked his hand away
“Not done yet we still need to do blush.”
A groan left his lips in annoyance but the smile on his lips told a different story.
“I don’t need blush, just complement my butt again.”
You rolled your eyes and let out a laugh before adding on a the rosy blush to the apples of his cheeks. You stood back and looked at your husbands now dolled up face.
“You make a pretty girl.”
He reached out for the mirror and admired his newly made up face.
“Damn right I do! i’m hot as fuck.”
“You should be, look at my beauty.”
Roger fluttered his eyes and smiled smudging a little of his lipstick on his teeth. You weren’t sure what it was, but something about seeing your husband done up like this made you feel some sort of attraction, you loved it.
“I’m looking, you’re quite beautiful Rogerina”
Roger snickered and narrowed his eyes a little
“Rogerina? that’s not very creative.”
You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
He kissed you deeply, the mirror was set on the counter and he ran his hands in your hair making you moan. He pulled back and grinned, keeping his hands in your hair as he leaned in to your ear.
“Does this turn you on?”
You swallowed and nodded softly. You kissed him again and he moved his hands picking you up and setting you onto the counter, snaking his arms around your body. His body was positioned in between your legs, his bulge pressed tightly up against your core. You bit his lip and pulled away, making sure your lips were covered in the pink lipstick that was now smudged all over his mouth area.
He leaned up and looked at himself in the mirror, suddenly an idea forming in his head.
“Darling, you just gave me the perfect idea for the new video.”
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