Good Boy || Roger Taylor (SMUT)
Summary: Y/N has an awful sex life because men seem to not appreciate her dominant attitude in bed; but what her flatmate Roger will think about this?
Pairing: Roger x fem!reader; we imagined Roger in the 70s while writing this, but it could also work with Ben!Roger if you want to
Word count: 4k+
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, sub!Roger, dom!reader; masturbation, oral sex (both male and female receiving), orgasm denied blink and you’ll miss it, overstimulation, unprotected sex (always stay safe folks, pls), language, a tiny bit of fluff
A/N: another SMUT, nothing new; we really love your support and we can't wait to share with you all the other things we're writing! In the meanwhile, enjoy this one!
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“Don’t call back, please, we both know I’m not going to answer anyway” you put it bluntly, leaning your shoulder against the door frame as you were staring at the guy who was leaving your apartment.
He stood there frozen for a minute, lips slightly parted in disbelief and cheeks red because of the embarrassment.
“Have I been this bad?” he shyly asked, caressing the back of his neck as he took another step back. You were tempted to close the door, but seeing him so desperate blocked your actions before it was too late.
You sighed out loud and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to find the right words to say.
“No. I mean, we’re probably just not meant to be. Don’t you think so?” you were trying to put the things as delicate as possible, while inside of you a voice was screaming: you’ve probably been the worst shag of my entire, tiny existence.
“Maybe, if you’ll give me another chance I could prove you wrong” his attempt to sound sexy, while a deforming smirk was drawing itself on his lips, made every cell of your body cringe.
“Good night, Greg” you simply replied, slamming the door to his face and abandoning your back against it once it was closed.
Sighing desperately, you dragged your feet until you reached the wooden cabinet of your kitchen. You didn’t hesitate another minute and, taking the bottle of wine in your hands, you opened it and took a long sip.
“Have we reached the stage where a glass isn’t enough anymore?” Roger’s voice, your flatmate, called your attention and you lazily turned around to find him all giggly and sleepy, as he was standing near the wall with only his black boxers on.
“I think a bottle is not enough!” you mumbled as you let another long sip run down your throat. Roger shook his head and let out a hushed laugh.
“Was it that bad?” he asked, taking a step closer and removing the bottle from your hands to put it on the kitchen’s table. You pouted like a kid and then nodded back at him, who chuckled again.
“Wanna talk about it?” he offered, indicating with a movement of his head the couch that was waiting just for you two in the small living-room of your apartment. You nodded again and in a moment you found yourself with your legs stretched on Roger’s lap, as he was gently squeezing your knees.
“So, tell me everything about that George”
“His name is Greg” you corrected him with a smirk, knowing he was just teasing you, perfectly remembering the name of your terrible date.
Roger, in response, simply scrolled his shoulders and then he looked back at you again, with his big, blue eyes full of curiosity. You smiled and took a long breath before starting to talk.
"It was that bad I don't even know where to start! – you laughed, letting your head fall backward – okay. First of all, this guy probably never heard about what a clitoris is" Roger burst out laughing at your words and you couldn’t help, but follow him, as sonorous laughter left your mouth.
“That’s what I call a bloody, good start” he commented, patting on your thigh softly, before resting his palm on your knee again.
“And the list is way longer than that! You should have seen him when he went down on me! He looked like a fucking lizard!” you said laughing again, as you put your hand on Roger’s shoulder to push him friendly.
“God! Now I can picture that shit in front of my eyes!” he shouted, covering his face with his hands and making you laugh even more.
“Tell me! I had to live that shit!”
“But why all the guys you shag are that bad? I mean, I don’t understand!” he sounded surprised and concerned at the same time and his fingers pressed a little too much than you expected on the skin of your knees. You found yourself blushing at that touch, not even knowing why.
“Me neither! I’m probably a magnet for bad shags … or, maybe, I just scare men” you lowered the tone of your voice as you pronounced the last part of your sentence, starting to fidget with your fingers.
Roger raised an eyebrow and inclined his head just a bit.
“You? Scaring men?” his voice was pitchy and you could feel the redness on your cheeks growing wider. Why did you even start that conversation?
“Listen, Rog, it’s almost three o’clock in the morning. Don’t you think it’s better if we go to bed?” you almost begged him, but by the look in his eyes, you could tell he wouldn’t have let you get up even if outside the world was ending.
“Why do you think you scare men?” he asked again, this time slower and stressing every word that left his mouth. His eyes staring into yours, your lips slightly parted and the heartbeat pumping loud in your ears.
“Fine – you eventually let out, your sigh followed by Roger’s smirk as he stretched his arms on your legs to trap you on the sofa – I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud! And that I’m saying this to you!”
“Life is strange, honey. You put yourself in this situation” the grin on his face getting more evident by the minute. You rolled your eyes while in your head you were trying to find the right words to say.
“It’s just … I mean, I love to be dominant in bed, okay? I like to take control of the situation. I don’t like to be considered the passive one just because I’m the woman!” you finally said and as the words fell out of your mouth you could feel a knot tightening your stomach, not knowing how Roger would have reacted in front of that confession of yours.
After seconds that seemed hours, you recollected the courage you still had in yourself and looked back at Roger; you found him speechless, with his mouth open in a cocky expression, his cheeks turned pink and you could swear you saw his pupils expand in the blue of his eyes.
“Wow. I would have never expected that from you” he commented, biting his lower lip and raising his eyebrow. His fingers slowly pushed down your knees from his lap and you were left quite confused by that move.
As you crossed your legs, he stretched his arm and took a pillow from the corner of the couch, positioning it exactly where a second before your thighs were resting.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” you shyly asked, indicating with your gaze the pillow, his lap and then your legs, trying to investigate on that sudden change of positions.
“Absolutely not! I was just starting to freeze, you know, I’m half naked and … but, no, actually I find it pretty sexy when a woman knows what she wants” Roger stuttered on his words and you knew you had caught him off guard because you had never seen him so embarrassed.
“I didn’t want to embarrass you, Rog” you mumbled under your breath, lowering your head. Soon two of his fingers found your chin and you found yourself staring into his beautiful, big eyes.
“It’s fine, Y/N. I was the one that asked anyway. And you didn’t embarrass me, on the contrary … if I have to be completely honest, I feel kind of turned on at the moment” he giggled and you followed him, feeling relieved and thankful to have such a dork as your flatmate.
When the stare became more intense and you could sense a certain heat expanding between your legs, you got up, Roger’ eyes never leaving your body as you stood in front of him.
“I’m tired and tomorrow I have to go to work, so I guess I’m really going to bed now” you announced, stumbling on your way to the hallway. Roger chuckled and shook his head, but you saw his fingers hardening the grip on the pillow.
“Good night, Y/N” you heard him say, as you approached your room, shaking your head gently and covering your cheeks with your palms, still incredulous that, that entire conversation with Roger really happened.
***
The day went by faster than what you expected and, if in the morning you got up early and nearly sneaked out of the house to avoid Roger, you knew you had to face him someway and somehow.
You stopped when you reached the front door of your apartment and took a deep breath as you entered. You were welcomed by a strange and unfamiliar silence. Roger was nowhere to be seen: no Roger chilling half naked on the couch in front of the TV watching “Coronation Street”, no Roger in the kitchen almost burning the entire flat just trying to cook some pasta and not even some sounds of cymbals that usually indicated that he was rehearsing a new song.
Everything was too quiet.
"Rog? It's me, I came home earlier" you announced your presence, but since you didn't hear any response, you started to think that he was probably out. A part of you felt very relieved, knowing that you had the chance to postpone the awkwardness of speaking to him again after the conversation you had had the previous night.
But your mind stopped thinking when passing in front of the door of his bedroom as you were walking down the hallway to reach your own room, the unmistakable sound of moans reached your ears.
You blushed and covered your mouth, feeling already like the third wheel. You also felt a little bit jealous, as you found yourself picturing a satisfied, beautiful woman, squirming under him.
You were already rushing away when Roger’s voice took the form of your name, echoing in the silent apartment. You gasped, sure you had heard wrong, but not even a minute after Roger moaned your name again.
The unconscious and irrational part of your brain worked faster and soon your hand opened the door; what you saw left you speechless and extremely turned on. Roger was half-sat on his bed completely naked, as his fingers were harshly wrapped around his hard length, pumping up and down. You wanted to disappear, to run away to give him the privacy he needed, but you were like frozen, admiring his soft features twisted in pleasure, as your name rolled out repeatedly from his lips.
You would have never imagined, never in a million years, that Roger was attracted to you and as you were thinking that, he opened his eyes and you both let out a “shit” when your gaze met his.
“Y/N! I’m … I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were home!” he shouted, catching the pillow on his side and putting it on his lap. Flashes from the night before came to your mind: was he trying to hide an erection? That’s why he moved your legs away from his lap? You shook your head; you had to apologize.
“No, I’m sorry Rog. I should have knocked on the door … but – you stopped for a minute; were you really taking in consideration of flirting with him at that moment? – I have to admit, that I'm glad I didn't" you found yourself saying before you could even stop yourself.
Roger’s eyes widened and you slowly walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge.
“Did I really turn you on so much?” you mischievously asked, biting your lower lip. He gulped and you saw his Adam’s apple going up and down under the soft skin of his neck.
“Maybe. I mean, the whole idea of you being dominant with me never left my mind since you told me about that” Roger admitted out loud as his cheeks flushed red. You smirked and got up, his eyes locked with yours, studying every movement of your body.
You slowly pulled away your jacket, letting it fall from your shoulders. Your fingers reached the bottom and the zipper of your jeans and, rolling and swinging your hips, you let them slide down your legs; you quickly removed the t-shirt, tossing it on the floor.
Roger almost moaned when you straddle him, wearing nothing but your bra and your underwear. You couldn’t believe what you were really doing, but you hadn’t had a good shag in a while and you finally had the chance to have Roger all for yourself, after months of fantasizing about him when you heard some other girl moaning his name.
“Y/N” his voice trembled as your hands reached for the pillow between your two bodies and threw it somewhere in the room.
“Do you really want this, honey? Do you think you can handle this?” you said, teasing him as you lowered yourself a little bit so that your clothed core was touching his aching cock. Roger whimpered and you thought it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.
“Please Y/N, I need this” he practically begged you and you proudly smirked, sinking your hips against his causing him to moan again. You gently brushed your fingers on his lips, before kissing him with passion. His hands pressed on your waists as you cupped his face and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth.
You rolled your hips and he groaned on your lips, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine. You kissed his jaw and nibbled on the skin of his neck to leave a red mark just right under his ear.
“Are you gonna be a good boy, Rog?” you teasingly asked, unclipping your bra and exposing your breasts to him, who cursed at the sight right in front of him. He nodded and leaned forward to kiss you, but you caught a strand of his hair in your fist and pulled his head back, making him moan.
“I didn’t hear you, honey. I need to hear your voice” you smirked and he smiled back at you, overwhelmed by the entire situation.
“You’re such a fucking minx. I’m going to be the bloody good boy you need me to be, just don’t tease” Roger’s voice, from cocky and self-confident, turned into a confusing humming, when your fingers wrapped around his hard member.
“Attitude Taylor. And, I’m sorry for you, but teasing is my specialty” you slowly left his lap to position yourself between his legs. You looked up at him and gently pumped your hand up and down his cock, already throbbing and leaking with pre-cum.
You tried an experimental lick, starting from the bottom and letting your tongue ran up until you reached the tip, making him hiss and lift his hips, but you blocked him on the mattress.
“Be patience, baby, I just began” you cockily said, licking him again, so slow that Roger was literally shivering under you, unable to contain the high pitched whimpers that were leaving his mouth.
You swirled your tongue on his tip again and pornographic sounds came out from his lips making you even wetter than what you already were. Without further hesitation you hollowed your cheeks and took him in your mouth, making him moan in relief.
His fingers intertwined in your hair, while you were bobbing your head up and down. When the tip of his cock touched your throat Roger twitched inside your mouth and the vibration coming from your moans made him cry out your name as if it was the only word he knew.
You knew he was already close to the orgasm because he was desperately trying to fuck your mouth, as his breath was becoming more and more irregular. When his cock trembled again against your tongue, you suddenly pulled away, making him howl in frustration.
“Please Y/N, I need to cum” Roger supplicated you, but you naughtily shook your head, as you were moving on the mattress to tower him.
“Not now Rog, I need you to be a good boy for me. Will you be a good boy?” you whispered just a few inches away from his lips, caressing them with your index and middle finger. He frenetically nodded and slightly opened his mouth, just enough to let you introduce your fingers. He gently sucked on them, as you were smirking down at him.
You pulled away your fingers and let them sneak inside your panties, already feeling relieved when you touched your folds. Roger was speechless, as he spied every movement of your hand, buried in your underwear while he was firmly squeezing your butt.
“Do you want to taste me, Rog?” you asked, putting again your fingers inside his mouth. He moaned as his tongue licked them hungrily.
“Please. I’m going to make you feel so good” his voice came out as a hushed whisper and you immediately rolled your back on the mattress, as you felt the excitement growing even wider when he positioned himself on top of you. You were pulling off the last layer of clothing you were still wearing, but Roger stopped you, wrapping his fingers around your wrists.
“Can I take them off, please?” it was incredible seeing him so shy and desperate, that when you tried to answer with a simple yes, the word was replaced by a moan that naturally grew from your throat and reached your lips.
He grinned and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before taking his time to lick and bite on the skin of your neck. He gently sucked on your nipples and you had to chew on the inside of your cheeks to contain the moans. You firmly gripped at his hair and positioned his head between your legs.
"So impatient" Roger commented in a low tone, pulling your underwear down until they reached your ankles. His hot breath was so close to where you needed him the most.
“You’re so fucking beautiful” he groaned and his tongue gently licked your clit, making your back arch. Roger grinned and in a moment his mouth locked with your core, as a series of loud whimpers left your mouth.
Roger didn’t stop your hips when you started to rock them to have more friction and he kept sucking and licking the soul out of you; it all felt so good that soon your hand pressed behind his head, obliging him to keep his mouth so close to your pussy, that his nose was brushing against your swollen clit.
His big, blue eyes were looking up at you under his long eyelashes and his hand stretched on your body to reach your breasts, squeezing and massaging them repeatedly.
“You’re such a good boy, Rog. It fe – fuck, it feels so good!” you babbled, closing the sheets in your fists and strongly gripping at them until your knuckles turned white. Roger’s moans were sending multiple vibrations that warmed up all your lower area and you were sure you were close to your climax.
When he unexpectedly nibbled at your clit, you screamed his name out loud as the orgasm made your entire body shake in pleasure. Roger kept licking you up and down, helping you to get off your high, before sitting on his heels and wiping away your wetness from his chin with the back of his hand.
“Was it good ma’am?” he flirted, towering you with his body. You cupped his face and pulled him closer, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips. His cock was still red and hard and you knew it was time for Roger to let himself go as well. You placed your palms on his chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed.
You straddled him and his hands fell on your hips.
“You were a good boy, Rog. Such a good boy for me” you told him between the kisses, as your hand reached for his hard member to line it up with your entrance.
“Please Y/N” he whined again and hearing him so desperate again, made you forget about the orgasm you just experienced, heating up your body for the second time.
“Please what? Tell me Roger” you knew you were being merciless, as you were letting his tip run up and down your folds, teasing him too much. His fingers pressed hard on your hips, probably leaving some bruises, but you didn't care at all.
“Please, I need to be inside of you as soon as possible” he cried out. You lowered your body to kiss him on the lips, before finally sinking down on him.
“Fuck!” he hissed, as you were adjusting yourself on his lap. You waited some seconds more, until he was practically breathless under you, before starting to move your hips.
You steadied yourself putting your hands on his chest, as hot moans escaped both your mouths, while you were moving extremely slow. You dictated the rhythm, establishing the perfect pace for both of you to basically drown in pleasure.
“I’m close, Y/N” Roger mumbled, trying to do his best to last as long as possible, but he knew he would have not resisted much longer. He had waited so patiently for his orgasm and you didn’t want to deny it to him.
“Be a good boy, Rog. Cum for me” you said, rolling your hips faster to let his cock reach and hit a new angle inside of you that made both of you groan each other’s names.
His head sank in the pillow, his eyes closed and his mouth fully opened when he raised his hips to meet your core, finally letting himself go. His orgasm hit him hard and he released his hot cum inside of you.
You were close to come for the second time, so you kept rocking your hips even when Roger was oversensitive and already softened inside of you.
"Y/N, that's too much!" he cried, but in response you just quickened your pace, bouncing harder up and down his length. You knew he was probably aching so much at that point, but your mind was clouded as you could feel your orgasm growing wider in your lower area.
"Y/N" his voice was a choked groan, but you could feel his cock getting harder again inside of you, causing a new wave of adrenaline to rock your body.
“I’m so close, baby. So close” you whimpered, squeezing his shoulders. Roger’s hand found your hips and he started to trust faster inside of you. You clenched around his now again hard member and, in a moment, you both came, shivering and trembling.
Roger's orgasm was short but as strong as yours as he came inside of you all over again. You finally pulled him out and you both whimpered at the loss of contact when you collapsed on his sweaty chest. His fingers gently caressing your hair and the hot skin of your back.
With trembling arms, you sustained yourself to kiss him on the lips before rolling on your back to place yourself next to him on the mattress. You both stayed in silence, breathing in and out.
“All the bloody men you had shagged were fucking crazy! How could they think that this, wasn’t the hottest thing ever?!” Roger spoke out loud and you turned your head to meet his gaze. You blushed and got closer to rest your head on his shoulder.
“I can’t believe you’re being all shy now, after what you did!” he commented, making the both of you giggle in unison. You raised your head and admired his beautiful face, still red and sweaty.
“So … you liked it?” you mumbled, tracing his jaw with your finger. He kissed your digit and pulled you on top of him until you found yourself resting on his body with your arms crossed on his chest and your chin laid between them. Roger caressed your cheek and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“It was the best sex of my life!” he finally replied, as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You moved yourself up to kiss him on the mouth, but when your lips collapsed, he quickly changed position, making you fall on the bed and towering you.
“Wasn’t it too rough?” you asked, leaning your palm on his cheek. He raised an eyebrow and, as a response, he just lowered himself to kiss you again.
“Just, don’t get used to it. I’m usually the one who takes control” Roger whispered, kissing your neck. You chuckled when his nose tickled your face.
“I’m sorry, but it’s hard for me to believe it after seeing you cry like a baby” you sassily replied, taking him by the chin to place another passionate kiss on his lips.
“Can’t wait to prove you wrong” the words came out hushed between the kisses and you let out a small laugh, while Roger’s hands reached the sheets to cover both of your bodies.
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