Present Day!Roger Taylor x younger!reader fluff Part 2
REQUEST: And a present day Roger Taylor and reader in her mid to late twenties, that is fluff?
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Part 1
With a big sigh, you fell back into your office chair. You were admitting defeat and giving up before your brain exploded. Writing books was just too hard.
"How's the book going, love?" Roger smiled at you as you walked into the living room and dropped onto the sofa beside him.
"It's not." You pouted. "I can't come up with anything good enough."
Roger frowned at you slightly. "You're being too hard on yourself, love." You let out a heavy sigh. "Why don't you have a break? Or call it a day and just, relax a little." Roger placed his hand on your knee, instantly calming you.
"I can't, Roger. I have to get something written down." You groaned and covered your face with your hands.
Roger sighed, "Right, that's it." Roger stood up in front of you. "Up."
You looked up at him with a creased brow. "What?"
"C'mon, up, I'm running you a bath. You're having the rest of the night off, and don't argue." He spoke in a commanding tone, leaving no room to argue with him.
You let Roger lead you up to your bedroom where he left you to strip off as he went to draw a bubble bath for you. As the scent of lavender wafted through the room, a tired smile filled your lips as your body slowly began to relax. Roger always knew what you needed.
"Right, love, you soak and I'll order some food, okay?" Roger smiled softly at you as you walked into the room.
You nodded smiling at him, "Thank you, Roger." You pressed a kiss to his bearded cheek before he left the bathroom.
A drawn-out moan left your mouth as you sank into the bubbly, hot water. Your muscles uncoiling and relaxing as you settled in the bathtub.
You were lucky to have Roger care for you so much because sometimes you really would just work until you were dead. Roger just knew when you needed to call time on what you were working on and take a moment to think of and do something different.
"Feel better?" Roger asked as you walked into your shared bedroom.
You nodded with a dopey smile, letting out a satisfied sigh as you dropped onto the bed beside him. "Much. Thank you."
Roger smiled and bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're welcome, love. Now, I know you said you couldn't relax or take a break, but you are. I'm taking you away for the weekend, no buts, okay?"
You opened your mouth to argue but you could see the worry in Roger's eyes. "Why are you doing this for me, Roger?" You asked, pushing yourself up so you were sitting against the headboard.
"Because I love you. And I've lived with you long enough to know the signs of when you're overworking yourself. You need some time to get out of your head, and before you know it you'll have new ideas." He smiled at lovingly you. "Is that okay, love?"
You nodded as you reached up and brushed your fingers through his beard. "That's more than okay, Rog." You leaned forwards and pressed your lips against his. "Thank you."
"Anything for you, love." He smiled lovingly at you.
There is a first time for everything – Present! Roger Taylor – Fem! Reader
Synopsis: Roger’s 71st birthday is only a few days away and you have no idea what to give Roger as a present. What do you give to a man who has almost everything and the money to buy it? Luckily, your best friend has a couple of ideas up her sleeve that might solve your dilemma.
W/C: 4,368 (she is long)
Perspective: You-perspective, reader-insert, use of Y/N. I plan on putting this in each of my future fics, just because I tend to switch between the two perspectives in writing.
Warnings: Some fluff, some smut, some naughty things happening, people saying fuck a lot, you know, the usual.
A/N: None.
Tagging:
@joeneslee
@hodgepodge-of-rog
@ceres27
@queen-paladin
@march-of-all-queens
@jennyggggrrr
@rhapsodyrecs
“So, do you have any idea what you’re going to give Roger for his birthday next Sunday?” your best friend asked you as she took a sip of her coffee.
Your best friend and you were on your bi-weekly coffee date, or at least you tried to meet up every two weeks as the both of you had terribly busy lives. As of right now, Roger’s birthday was coming up in the next three days and you hadn’t found anything for him yet. And time was running out fast.
“Nooo”, you whined as you took another sip of your almost cold coffee, “and his birthday is this Sunday, what am I gonna do?”
“I might have an idea”, she smirked. The look on her face didn’t predict a lot of good, and you were a bit apprehensive to find out what she had come up with.
“I’m almost to afraid to ask but what is it?”, you sighed.
“So, I know your relationship with Roger is fairly young, but…. have you guys had sex yet?”
“Natascha”, you scolded, “we’re in public!”
She laughed, “gosh Y/N, you’re such a prude sometimes, it’s a perfectly normal thing to talk about, but…. have you?”
You shook your head. “No, we haven’t, I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, like, it’s a big step, and I don’t know whether I’m ready for it”.
“Do you love him?”, she asked.
You looked up at her in curiosity, “of course I do, why do you ask?”
“Well, since it’s his birthday it might be a good opportunity to take your relationship to the next level, if you know what I mean”.
“So, if I understand correctly, as a birthday present, you want me to have sex with him?” You raised an eyebrow at her.
“You don’t have to put it so crudely Y/N, you make me sound so unromantic. I’m just saying, I mean you’re going to see him for dinner on Sunday right?”
You nodded in confirmation.
“Well”, she continued, “why don’t you dress up extra nice, put on some sext lingerie, and see how the night unfolds from there. If it happens, it happens if it doesn’t, then no biggie. I know he’s a nice enough man to respect your boundaries”.
You twirled the necklace that Roger had given you a while back in your hands and smiles absentmindedly, “yeah he sure is”.
“What I’m trying to say is”, she started, “it doesn’t hurt to give it a shot, he loves you, you love him, what do you have to lose?”
You shook your head, smiling. “Absolutely nothing”.
“But only go through with this if you feel comfortable with it Y/N, I know what happened to you in the past, I don’t want to see it happen again”.
“It won’t”, you assured her, “I just hope he’s going to love it”.
You checked yourself in the mirror one last time before you had to go over to Roger’s for dinner. You were wearing a tight, dark navy blue dress, paired with black suede strappy heels. It wasn’t necessarily an outfit you would’ve chosen for yourself, but your best friend had picked it out for you, assuring you it looked absolutely gorgeous on you and that Roger would love it, and who would you be if you doubted your best friend?
“Wow love you look absolutely stunning”, Roger said in wonder while he let his eyes wander over your figure, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Happy Birthday Rog”, you smiled as you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, “I love you”.
“I love you too darling, but to what do I owe this pleasure “, he said as he gestured towards your outfit of choice for the evening.
“What?, can’t a girl dress up nice for her man’s birthday”, you asked, feigning an innocent look as you twirled on the spot for him.
“Sure, she can, only one might think she has other intentions”, he replied, as you noticed his eyes turned ever so slightly in a darker shade of blue.
“Maybe”, you winked at him as you twirled a lock of your hair around your finger.
“Well, do you?”, Roger questioned.
“You’ll see Rog”, you said teasingly as you made your way towards the dining room.
The entire time you felt Roger’s eyes burning a hole in your back and you made a mental note to thank your best friend for picking out this dress. This was going to be fun.
“So, you haven’t told me what my birthday present is yet”, Roger remarked as the two of you sat huddled together on the couch with a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table in front of you.
“What makes you think you’re getting one Roger?”, you replied and smirked when you saw the feigned look of hurt on Roger’s face.
“Well love, with the way you look tonight, one might think she’s up to something, are you Y/N?”, he spoke softly as he carefully placed a hand on your thigh and rubbed the exposed skin there.
You watched down at his hand as it inched just a little bit higher than you were expecting.
“What are you up to Y/N?”, he whispered, “I mean I could guess but….”
“So, this really has been my best friends idea, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot”, you started as you grasped his hand that was placed on your thigh.
“What is it love?”, he questioned as he looked at me concerned.
“Well I’ve been thinking that this is a good opportunity for us to make the next step in our relationship?”, you said as you cautiously looked up at him.
“Really?, are you absolutely sure love, I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do.”
“That’s just it Rog, I really do want to, and I know you won’t hurt me Rog, I trust you, I love you, and I want you to show me how good it can be”.
He placed his hand back on your thigh as his other hand cupped your cheek. “Ok love, if you’re absolutely sure, but if at any point during the night you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, just say so and I will ok?”, he whispered as he grazed your lips with his thumb.
“I will Rog”, you smiled and closed the distance between the two of you to press your lips against his. At the moment your lips touched his, his eagerness took over. He pressed himself closer to you as he grazed your bottom lip with his tongue, asking for permission to deepen the kiss, which you granted without hesitation. You didn’t know a kiss could feel like this, his lips against yours, the coarse hairs of his beard tickling your chin, his tongue battling with yours, and you couldn’t help but to let out a moan against his lips, to which he grinned in the kiss.
“Come sit on my lap love”, he murmured against your lips as you shifted around just so that you could sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him.
He hungrily pressed his lips against yours again and you involuntarily grinded your hips against his, to which he let out a low groan against your lips as you pressed against the obvious hardness in his trousers. His hand slowly travelled upwards and grazed the underside of your breast. You smiled against his lips and in a bold move you took hold of is hand and placed it directly on top of it.
“Ready to take it to the bedroom love?”, he whispered against your lips.
“Yeah I think I’m ready”.
When you arrived in his bedroom, the nerves crept up on you again. This is really going to happen now.
Roger came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. “You still want to do this love?”
You turned around in his embrace and smiled up at him. “Positive Rog make love to me”.
“Well then”, he whispered as his hands moved from your waist down to your and pressed you flush against him, “we have to get you out of this dress now won’t we”.
“Please”, you whispered when he carefully unzipped your dress and slowly pushed it of your shoulders to pool at your feet.
You took a step back to step out of the dress, giving Roger a good look of what you had hidden beneath the dress.
“Well, what do you think”, you asked innocently while you spun around for him.
You felt very exposed as he looked you up and down. “Fuck Y/N, you look…. excuse my words love but you look absolutely exquisite”.
You blushed deeply at those words. Granted, you haven’t had many relationships in which you had felt desired, but right now, with Roger’s eyes on you felt you could do no wrong with him.
“So, I gather you like it?”, you asked shyly. You weren’t altogether used to receiving compliments like that so this was an entirely new experience for you.
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind you and place a soft kiss on your lips. “I absolutely love it love, but I would love it even more if it were off of you, want to get on the bed for me love?”
You nodded slowly and lay on your back on top of the sheets. Roger never took his eyes off of you as he removed his jacket and shoes and made his way towards the bed.
“Now that’s not at all fair, now is it?”, you bit your lip as he crawled on top of you.
“All comes in good time Y/N”, he whispered against your lips, “this night is all about you and I want to make you feel good, is that OK with you?”
You nodded as you slowly stroke his beard-covered jaw and pecked him softly on his lips. “More than ok Rog, I love you”.
"I love you so much Y/N", he whispered softly before kissing you with so much fervour you gasped against his lips, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth.
His fingers tickled your side as they travelled upwards to cup your breast. You couldn’t help but moan as he grazed your lace-covered nipple with his thumb at the same time he sucked a mark on your collarbone. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at the thought of him hearing you. Sensing the shift in the air he looked up at you in amusement.
“Please love, don’t be embarrassed”, he spoke softly, “let me hear you, let me know how good I make you feel”.
“I will”, you said quietly as he reached behind your back and unclasped your bra.
“Is it ok if I do this love?”
You let your fingers slide down his chest.
“Only if I get to remove something off you too Rog”.
He seemed hesitant for a moment but agreed, nonetheless. You slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, all while never looking away from his penetrating gaze. You grazed the hem of the tank top and looked up in silent confirmation to take it off too, to which he nodded in consent.
With the tank top removed you could finally see him in all his glory. You let your hand graze up and down his arm, mesmerized by all the colourful tattoos etched into his skin.
“Gorgeous”, you whispered as you looked up at him.
A sentimental look crossed his face before leaning down and capturing your lips in a chaste kiss.
“My turn now”, he murmured as he unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere on the floor.
“Fucking beautiful Y/N”, he said as he enveloped one breast in his hand and slowly rolled a nipple between his fingers.
“Fuck….”, you breathed.
“Feel good love?”, he asked to which you bit your lip and nodded.
“How about this?”, he continued as he leaned forward and took one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked on it carefully.
“Fuck Rog…. don’t stop”, you moaned, feeling the outline of his still clothed member pressing up against you as you bucked up at him.
“Want me to touch you love?”, he whispered, his mouth still pressed against your breast. His hand was rubbing slow circles on your lower tummy, close to where you wanted him to be but not close enough yet. Up till now this was the most intimate thing the two of you had ever done together, but you trusted Roger in knowing how to make you feel good. So, in a bold move you took his hand in yours and placed it exactly where you wanted him to be.
“Has anyone touched you here before?”, Roger asked as he started rubbing slow circles on your still lace-covered clit with his thumb.
You nodded silently, not trusting your voice to speak.
“And did they make you feel good?”, he continued as he pressed down a little harder on your clit.
You shook your head again in silence, and gasped as his fingers slipped below the waistband of your panties and slipped through your folds, “want me to make you feel good love?”
“Please….”, you croaked out.
With your permission, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs.
Now you were entirely naked in front of him and you had ever felt more exposed than you did right now, and you hugged your chest to preserve what little modesty you had.
“Don’t ever hide that beautiful body from me Y/N”, he said, his voice sounded hoarse. “Please don’t”, he said again and gently pulled your arms away from your body.
Your body heated up under his gaze as you relaxed against the cushions again and he settled in between your legs.
“If you want me to stop at any given moment, you’ll tell me ok?”
You nodded and bit your lip as he slightly spread your legs.
“So wet for me already”, he whispered as he slid a finger through your folds and brought it up to his lips to suck on the digit. You watched him intensely as he licked your wetness off his fingers and if biology worked that way, you could’ve come from that alone.
He pressed his finger against your folds again and slowly circled your entrance with it before slowly sliding a finger inside.
“How does this feel love?”, he asked as slowly started to pump his finger in and out of your pussy.
“Weird….”, you panted, “but good”.
“Want to try another finger?”
Before you could say anything you felt a second finger pressing up your entrance and after a little prodding his second finger joined the first one inside of you.
“Better now?”, he smiled as his finger pressed a little deeper inside of you.
“So full”, you moaned, “but so good”.
“Have you ever been licked down there before love?”
You shook your head in embarrassment. Your previous boyfriend always wanted you to go down on them, but you never gotten returned the favour.
“Do you want me to? If you don’t it’s fine but I have to tell you it’s my favourite way to get women off”, he winked.
“I want to try”, you said quietly and with that Roger settled between your legs and licked a slow stripe from where his fingers moved in and out of your pussy all the way to your clit.
“Ahh….. god”, you moaned at the new sensation as you bucked your hips up against his face, wanting more.
Roger said nothing but kept licking through your folds, both his tongue and his fingers kept an alternate rhythm between them which drove you completely off the wall.
You didn’t know which way was up or down anymore and you couldn’t stop the string of moaned and curses falling from your lips.
“Ahh …. fuck…. don’t stop…Rog…. fuck”, you blabbered; you couldn’t even come up with a coherent sentence even if you wanted to.
His beard tickling the inside of your thighs only heightened your senses and you couldn’t help but to let out a soft giggle.
This time Roger looked up from between your thighs, his lips glistening with your juices.
“What’s so funny love?”
“Your beard…. it tickles”, you giggled.
“Does this tickle love?”, he growled before latching his lips onto your clit and sucking on it hard.
Your giggly mood went as fast as it had come as his fingers took on a more relentless pace than before and the sucking on your clit intensified.
“God…. Rog…. I’m close…. I’m gonna….” you moaned as you grasped the sheets on the bed until your knuckles were almost completely white.
“Then go on love”, he murmured against your clit, “let yourself go love…. cum for me”.
With a particular twist of his fingers and him biting down on your clit, your world whited out as you fell over the edge.
You rode out your orgasm against his face and then sagged back into the pillows, completely blissed out.
When you opened your eyes again Roger was still lying down between your legs, the lower half of his face wet with all of your juices and you bit your lip as your cheeks heated up.
“So”, he started as he slowly rubbed your aching thighs, “was I any good?”
“The best”, you breathed out as you grasped his face between your hands and pressed your lips on to his. Although you had only just cum, the taste of your wetness on his lips made your lower regions tingle once more.
As you deepened the kiss and fumbled with his belt and the button of his pants. His hands stopped you as you tried to push his pants and underwear down his legs. You looked up at him confused.
“You don’t have to return the favour love, I wanted to do this for you”.
“Can I at least touch you?”, you asked carefully, although slightly relieved he didn’t pressure you into sucking him off. With his help you pushed his remaining articles of clothing from his body. As they joined your other clothes on the floor, you got a good chance to finally see all of Roger.
You gasped a little when you looked down at his cock. It wasn’t fairly long as far as you could see, but it was quite thick, and you weren’t exactly sure how it was gonna fit.
“It’s so big”, you whispered in awe as you reached out to touch it. Roger let out a low groan as you closed your hand around it, or at least tried to close your hand around it. It felt warm and it throbbed to the touch. Even though you weren’t up for sucking his cock yet, you imagined how it would once feel in your mouth.
You slowly started to move your hand up and down, making sure you twisted your hand a little when you came to the top. You slightly rubbed your thumb over the head of his cock and pressed down into the slit, which caused a bit of pre-come to emerge from the tip, which made his cock only slightly slicker to the touch.
You looked up at Roger and he had his eyes closed, head thrown back and soft pants were leaving his mouth.
“Fuck… Y/N you’re so good at this”, he groaned as he opened his eyes and gazed down upon you, his eyes tinted a dark shade of blue.
You felt slightly elevated at that comment, so you decided to speed up your hand on his cock.
“Fuck…. Y/N I’ll come if you keep this up”, he groaned and placed a hand on yours to halt your movements.
“I fucking loved your hand on my cock Y/N”, he spoke as he pressed you against the cushions again,” but right now I really want to make love to you”.
You swallowed as you slightly spread your legs to accommodate him.
“How do you want to do this love”, he spoke softly, “I know I’m clean but…”.
“I’m clean too Rog”, you assured him, “and I’m on the pill so don’t worry.
He smiled as he settled in between your legs; you felt his member press against your bare pussy, and you knew this was the moment, this was it.
He put up his arms next to your head, caging you in as it were, and tenderly pressed a kiss on your lips.
“You ready love?”, he whispered and as you nodded he slowly pressed against your entrance, and let out a groan as he pushed in.
You moaned against his lips as he pressed inside you bit by bit. You never had something so big inside of you before so you really didn’t know what you should think. It was good, but it was also a bit uncomfortable. As if he was able to sense your discomfort, Roger stilled inside of you and looked at you concerned.
“All right love?”
“Yeah, you panted, “just need to adjust a bit that’s all”.
“If it hurts, let me know and I’ll stop ok?”, he whispered as he pressed a loving kiss on your forehead.
He pressed in a little deeper with each small thrust until you felt his balls resting against you’re ass.
Even though you really didn’t do anything you were panting with exertion.
“You want to stop for a bit and adjust a little?”, he asked concerned as he stroke away a lock of hair from your sweaty forehead.
“Yeah…. uhmmm, it’s big”, you chuckled a little.
“I know love I’m sorry, it will feel good I promise you. I’m so happy you’re letting me do this, so proud of you doing this my love so proud”, he kept on murmuring as he pressed kisses all over my face, trying to make feel a little bit more at ease.
You didn’t know whether it was the intimate situation the two of you were in or if it was something else, but all of the sudden you felt really emotional, and you couldn’t help but to let a few tears escape from your eyes.
“Love what’s wrong?”, Roger asked. Looking up at him he looked really worried.
You shook your head, smiling. “Nothing Rog, it’s just, I’ve never been with someone who cares so much, respects me, loves me, and…. I’ve never cared so deeply for someone before and I love you so much and I guess…. It’s a little scary”, you chuckled.
“I promise you love”, Roger started as he kissed those few tears away, “I will never hurt you as much as those other guys did, I will promise you that”.
You reached up and slowly caressed his cheek. “I love you Rog”.
“I love you to Y/N…. but is it ok if I move now”?
You pressed your lips against his in a silent agreement, “please Rog, make love to me”.
As he gently pulled out of you, you no longer felt uncomfortable or weird, but it felt strangely good and you could already feel the pressure building in your lower tummy. You groaned as he pressed in again, setting a slow but torturous pace, wanting to draw this feeling out and having him fuck you faster all at the same time.
“Fuck you’re so tight Y/N”, Roger groaned as he sucked another mark on your neck, slightly above the previous one.
You clawed at his back, to try and get some grip on the situation but it was to no avail. The slow drag of his cock inside you felt so good and you felt your second orgasm of the night creeping up on you.
“Roger…. faster… please”, you managed to get out as he slightly picked up the pace. He pressed a hard kiss against your mouth, but he was more panting into your mouth than anything else.
“Close?”, he whispered against your lips.
He growled as you clenched around him trying to edge him close to an orgasm as well. He moved one of his hand between your bodies and started rubbing fast circles on your clit, making you whine out in pleasure.
“Close….”, you moaned in his ear as you moved your hips in rhythm with him; your legs started to tremble with the strain and the onslaught of your orgasm, and you knew you were almost on the edge.
With a particularly hard trust of his cock and his fingers pressing hard against your clit you felt the second orgasm of the night wash over you, longer and more intense than the first one.
“Fuckkk….”, was all you managed as your body trembled uncontrollably with the force of the orgasm.
“Y/N I can’t… fuck”, Roger grunted as you clenched around him and only just a few seconds later he pressed his cock inside of you one more time and spilled his seed inside of you.
The both of you lay together in silence for a few minutes, trying to get your breathing under control.
“Fuck I’m no longer 25 that’s for sure”, he panted as he pushed himself up on his elbows again.
“Can’t compare but I’d say you still have it”, you chuckled as you lovingly pressed a kiss against his lips.
He pulled out slowly and you hiss with the drag of his cock against your now oversensitive insides. You grimaced slightly as you felt his sticky cum leak out of you.
“Sorry”, he murmured apologetically, as he lay down on his back and pulled you up against him.
“Have I told you I love you?”, he spoke softly, slowly grazing his hand up and down your arm.
“More than once”, you replied as you pressed a kiss against his chest.
You felt your eyelids become heavy and you shifted down until your head was in the crook of his arm.
“Happy Birthday Rog”, you yawned as your eyelids fluttered close.
Hey, dolly! I’m not even going to go on anon because everyone knows I’m a fucking whore for Present Day!Roger. Do you think you could do something with him? Preferably like a Sugar Daddy sort of thing?
I love that, honey! Fucking own it. We’re all whores around here hehe xx
18+ below the cut.
Includes: Smut, sugar daddy situation, age gap (reader’s age not specified, but to all you young people out there such as myself – please be careful. This is fiction only)
The first time you met was an accident. Sure, you knew who he was when you were (weirdly) left alone with him in the hotel pool area, but you didn’t mean to knock into him as you walked past.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, sir!” You said, flashing him a smile, trying to ignore the rapid beating of your heart, the heat in your cheeks, and the feeling of his hand steadying your arm.
“It’s fine. I’m sorry, are you okay?” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned, and it took everything in you not to melt into a puddle right there and then. Despite his age, he was objectively very attractive; great style, nice smile, and… those eyes.
Fuck. You hadn’t said anything for about five seconds.
“I’m fine, thank you,” you said with one last smile, walking back to your sun lounge and pulling your book out. You tried to focus on the words on the page and the feeling of the sun on your bare skin, but all you could think about was Roger-fucking-Taylor sitting a dozen or so seats away from you. Groaning to yourself after having read the same line three times, you pulled your phone out. You scrolled through a few social media apps aimlessly, before pulling up Seeking Arrangements. You were staying at a hotel of a foreign city because of the app, sure, but more often than not, the arrangements were short-lived and mostly just to alleviate money-related stress for yourself.
You almost dropped your phone when the first man popped up. Your eyes widened, your heart started beating even more, and you just stared at your phone, not even knowing what to do. It was him.
Somewhere along the line, you realised you needed to be rational and jump at this opportunity, and you immediately sent him your quick, generic, slightly flirty message. Unable to believe this was even happening, you looked over at him as subtly as you possibly could, waiting for him to check his phone. Finally after a few moments, he did; and, despite his facial hair and distance, you could see a hint of surprise in his features as he tapped away at his screen. Your phone pinged, and you glanced down at it;
‘If you really felt that way, wouldn’t you have come over here by now?’
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Everything seemed to happen so quickly; you eventually did saunter over to Roger, having a chat for quite some time, before basically making a deal. Next thing you knew, he was inviting you up to his hotel room. It was a suite of course, much bigger than yours.
“Isn’t it nice?”
Huh, so he was a little cocky then. But still sweet. Jesus, how was he so perfect?
“It’s alright,” you shrugged teasingly as you looked around, marvelling at everything. It all looked so expensive.
“The look in your eyes says otherwise,” the man chuckled, as he poured the two of you a glass of wine. “And this is just the tip of the iceberg. Cheers,” you clinked glasses with his, smiling at each other. Something about him was so calming, despite his still cheeky demeanour. And he was very charming, of course. You found yourself fascinated when he spoke, and having actual butterflies in your stomach, and an actual ache between your legs; he was certainly different to any other sugar daddy you’d had before.
“Come here,” you beckoned him with a manicured nail, and he raised an eyebrow, placing his glass down and stepping towards you.
‘We don’t have to do anything right now. Or ever, for that matter.” He said firmly, and you shook your head, placing your glass down as well and resting your hands on his waist.
“I want to.”
“I want you too… ever since I saw you in that bikini, reading one of my favourite books,” he chuckled, and, with your final permission, leant in to kiss you slowly, passionately, and with such knowledge and intention in every movement, that you found yourself moaning against his lips almost instantly.
It heated up fairly quickly, and, before you could process what was happening, you were making out and he was lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom and gently placing you on the bed.
“How-how did you pick me up so easily?” You laughed, once your lips had finally parted, your hands stroking his upper arms, eyes drifting up and down his body.
“I can do many things easily, doll,” he laughed with you, and you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for another desperate kiss.
“I can’t wait much longer, Roger. Fuck me, please?”
“You’re becoming more and more straightforward with me already,” he said, his tone basically cooing, and you giggled as you began to undress while he did as well, both of you ogling each other shamelessly.
“You’re so sexy, doll,” he said gruffly, spending some time kissing your neck and breasts, before bringing his thumb to your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles, making you gasp and arch your back.
“L-Likewise,” you stammered between breathless moans. “Christ, Roger! That feels amazing.”
“Good,” he said, and your stomach fluttered at both his words and tone; it seemed as if he actually cared about your pleasure, which was far too rare.
“Do you want me inside you now?” he asked, his circles slowing down slightly, and you flashed him an involuntarily excited grin, nodding.
“Please.”
“So polite,” he murmured, kissing your neck again, at the same time retrieving a condom and going to slide it on.
“May I?” you asked, taking it from him when he nodded and sliding it on his cock, marvelling at the sight of him all hard and ready for you. You stroked him a few times, pride bursting in your chest when he moaned in pleasure, then positioned him at your entrance.
“Go hard and fast. I can take it.” You encouraged, before both of you holding each other tightly to steady yourselves as he entered you. It wasn’t long before you both seemingly lost all inhibitions and control, as if some pent-up frustration burst and you were going at it so hard the headboard was shaking.
“You feel so good around me, oh my god!” Roger cried out, his voice croaking. You found yourself unable to reply, far too gone at this point as you clawed at his back and moaned louder with every precise thrust.
“I’m close, baby,” his breathing was becoming more laboured, as was yours, and you nodded.
“Me too, me too, me too- fuck!” you came without warning when he hit your g-spot, arching your back and clenching around him as you rode it out. This triggered his own orgasm, and he grunted, spilling inside the condom with one last thrust.
You clung onto each other for a few moments, catching your breaths, before he pulled out of you and disposed of the condom, coming back to pull you into his arms.
“I don’t last very long these days, I’m sorry,” he said, seeming actually shameful as he ran his fingertips up and down your arm.
“Don’t apologise. That was so hot. You’re so hot,” you murmured, unable to resist from placing your fingers on his chin and kissing him again.
“Aren’t you glad you messaged me?” he asked with a chuckle, and you nodded, giggling in ecstasy along with him.
I am super nervous to write my first fiction ever but I had an amazing idea. In time for Christmas, maybe a Santa!Present Day Roger x Reader. Would anyone be interested?
