Roger Taylor Smut

submissive

Early nights in the hotel while on tour were my favourite. Freddie and the boys wanted me on tour with them again, and I couldn't help but agree to come. It was always fun on tour with them, oftentimes after a concert we'd go to a bar, but tonight, we decided to have an early night.

Roger and I lay on our bed in the hotel room, except he refused to take his lips off mine for even a second. Roger was always like this after concerts, I don't know why. Doesn't matter who was in front of us, he'd try to kiss me any chance he got. He took advantage of this private time in our hotel room. Both of us were in pyjamas, well Roger was just in a pair of grey sweatpants.

I pushed Roger off me and onto his back, causing him to break our kiss. "What- what are you doing-" He cut himself off with a gasp as I palmed him through his boxers. He squirmed around as I continued to rub him through his underwear.

"No- stop!" He choked out through his moans. "You don't have to-" He moaned as I ran my fingers over his tip.

"Don't you like it?" I whispered in his ear as I kissed his neck.

"Yes but- if you don't- you don't have to- I just-" He fumbled and stuttered over his words as I kept my hand lightly moving over his firm member.

"Fuck. If you're going to touch me, touch me properly!" He whined. Smirking, I moved my hand from his pants and sat back.

"No!" He cried.

"If you don't like what I'm doing, I can always leave," I told him. He shook his head. "Come touch me again," He begged as he grabbed my hand and put it back between his legs, over his sweatpants. "Finish me off," He whispered as he pressed my hand further into his crotch.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of both his pants and boxers and pulled them down.

He was panting in anticipation as I went to go touch him. His cock was fully erect, swollen and red at the tip. "Please," He whimpered.

I slowly started to move my hand up and down his shaft, enjoying the slew of whimpers and moans I got from Roger. He bucked his hips up and I ran my thumb over the tip. "Don't stop," He begged. I didn't stop, but I went slower.

"Oh come on! I'm sorry for all the times I teased you." He complained. I only went slower. "Y/N please, I'm so close." He whined as he closed his eyes. I decided enough of the teasing and I started to pick up the pace again and let him finish.

"Just- just like that." He said with a string of moans and curses. I ran my fingers up and down his inner thigh and over his hips as I kept pumping him with my other hand.

I noticed as his breath started to hitch in his throat and he started gasping for air as his hips bucked uncontrollably. He reached for my other hand a squeezed it tightly before letting go. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He moaned as he fisted the sheets in his hands, twisting them as his back slightly arched.

He shivered as I continued to run my fingers up and down the inside of his thigh.

I put more pressure on his shaft as I continued the pumping motion. "Keep going!" He begged.

Just the small movement of my thumb over his red tip caused spurts of his hot, sticky cum to run down his shaft and pool on his lower abdomen. Roger was always sensitive like that. I dipped my fingers in it and wrapped them back around his shaft, letting him ride off the pleasure.

Roger kept squirming around from all the pleasure and let little moans and whimpers fall from his perfect, swollen, pink lips, the sheets still tight in his fists.

While still panting, he watched with wide eyes as I licked one of my fingers, tasting the sticky, bitter substance. He bit his lip as I crawled closer to him and extended my fingers toward his mouth. "Suck," I demanded in a hushed tone. "What?" He seemed shocked. I brought my fingers closer to him, waiting for him to take them into his mouth. "Suck, Roger," I told him again. He slightly hesitated before he opened his mouth and I placed my fingers between his lips. Closing his mouth around my fingers, he began to suck. He closed his eyes and hummed contently at the sensation.

I ran my other hand along his jaw making his bright blue eyes flutter open once more and meet my Y/E/C ones, my fingers still in his mouth. "You like that?" I asked. Roger nodded his head with a whimper.

It wasn't often I got to see Roger being submissive like this, begging, squirming and whimpering for my touch, doing everything I tell him to do without thinking about it for another second. Usually, it was the other way around.

I pulled my fingers away from his mouth after he had sucked them clean and moved to lick the rest of his cum off his stomach. "Oh, shit," He whispered while watching me with his fingers tangled in my hair.

"Did you like that?" I asked Roger once he was back in my arms. He was still slightly shaky after his orgasm. "Mhmm." He hummed. I lightly kissed his lips. "Was it worth the teasing?" I asked.

"Definitely." He agreed and nuzzled his face in my neck. "Best orgasm I ever had." He mumbled.

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"Word of advice," Freddie whispered in my ear the next morning while we were eating breakfast in the hotel lobby. "Be a little quieter next time."

I smirked at him, "Oh that wasn't me, that was Roger." I whispered back to him. Freddie and I laughed out loud and the rest of the guys gave us weird looks as to why we were laughing.

"What's so funny?" Roger asked with a mouthful of food. I reached over the table and pushed his chin up, "Don't talk with your mouth full."

"What was happening last night, Roger? You sounded like a girl." Freddie stated causing Roger's eye to go wide, me to choke on my coffee and Brian and John to burst out laughing.