Roger Taylor Smut

insecure

Roger was sitting at the edge of the bed when I went to go wrap my arms around him from behind him. He let out a surprised gasp when I went to kiss his neck.

"What're you doing, Roger?" I asked.

"N-nothing." He stuttered as I slowly slide my hand along his inner thigh. He let out a moan as I brushed over the tent in his pants. He quickly put his hand over his mouth and let out a muffled whimper.

I always found it strange how Roger would rarely moan during sex. I don't know why, but whenever I hear him moan it sends a wave of pride through me as if I accomplished something.

"Roger, baby, why don't you moan for me, hmm?" I asked. All he did was shake his head.

"Roger..." I trailed off. "I-I don't like to." He admitted.

"Why not?" I asked.

"You're gonna think I'm stupid and that I'm a pussy." He said.

"No, I won't, Roger. I love you, I would never judge you." I said. "Tell me why, alright? You don't gotta be shy."

"B-before I dated you, I was always told I sounded like a girl." He whispered. "A-and-and, you know, it didn't make me feel good."

I looked at him through the mirror that was in front of the bed. "I don't think you sound like a girl, Roger," I told him honestly. "I love it when I hear you moan," I whispered in his ear, slightly biting down on his earlobe. He let out a slight whimper in response.

"You don't have to be shy in front of me," I said, slightly squeezing his bum.

I hated the fact that he didn't feel comfortable in front of me because of what other people said to him. I wanted him to be comfortable. I wanted him to enjoy himself.

Slowly, I lifted his shirt over his head while he was still in front of me with his back facing me. Next, I went around his waist and started undoing the buttons on his jeans. Roger closed his eyes and he started breathing heavier.

Once his pants were off, I pulled him up so he was only on his knees. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his underwear, looking into his eyes through the mirror. I released the fabric of his boxers causing it to snap back against his skin. He gasped as I smirked at him through the mirror.

I hooked my fingers back into the waistband, this time pulling them all the way down and helping him take them off.

I reached behind me for the jar of Vaseline, opened it and dipped my finger in.

"Oh-" He gasped as I smeared the cool jelly on his asshole. I gently tugged his hair as I whispered in his ear: "I want to hear you moan, okay?" He didn't give me an answer, but I slid my index finger into him anyways.

He whined a little bit as I slowly started to move my finger. "Does that feel good?" I asked. He nodded his head while pursing his lips, trying not to moan. "You can moan, Roger, you know I won't make fun of you."

It was pretty silent for a few minutes beside a few content hums from Roger, but he unexpectedly moaned when I hit his g-spot. He immediately slapped his hand over his mouth. "It's alright, Roger," I said and kissed his shoulder. "Do you want another finger?" I asked.

"Yeah~ mhnn-"

He let out a quiet moan as I slid in another finger. He rocked his hips as I continued to hit his prostate over and over again.

It was only then that I noticed the tears streaming down his face. I quickly stopped the movement of my fingers. "Roger are you okay? Am I hurting you?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm fine. Please- keep going, I like this."

I softly smiled at him through the mirror before moving my fingers again. He closed his eyes as he stroked himself in unison with my pumping.

"Open your eyes, Roger. Look at yourself." I demanded. His eyes fluttered open and he looked in front of him into the mirror. He struggled to keep his eyes open as they continuously kept rolling back from all the pleasure.

"You like this, you little slut?" I asked. I knew dirty talk turned Roger on, so I figured it could make him moan, as well.

"Fuck~ ughnn, I love it!" He moaned quietly, but that's not what I wanted. I wanted to hear him scream my name and moan out in pleasure.

I started to pump my fingers faster to keep up with the quick pumping of his cock. "Shit, I'm so close." He whined, his eyes rolling back again.

"Keep your pretty eyes open, Roger. I want to see them." He was struggling to do so but he managed.

Every time I hit that special spot inside him, a whimper would escape from his lips.

I looked at him through the mirror. Tears were sliding down his face and he was sweating, but besides that, he looked stunning. His gorgeous blue eyes fighting to keep open, and his wavy blonde hair falling over his shoulders along with the slight redness to his face.

Roger's breath hitched in his throat as I added a third finger.

He squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck!" He screamed as he pumped himself faster. I immediately removed my fingers from him and pulled his hand away from his cock. "No you're not," I said.

I watched in the mirror as he squirmed around, aching for his release, his cock covered in his precum. "Why'd you do that?" He whined. "I was so close." He whimpered.

"You can cum when I tell you to," I said as I inserted my fingers back into him, causing him to let out light gasps.

I continued with the pumping as I went to whisper in his ear. "Let me hear you," I said. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable. If you let me hear you, I'll let you come, okay?" He nodded his head as another tear slipped down his face. "Am I hurting you?" I asked again. "No, I'm fine." He said, a louder moan slipping out at the end.

As I went on with fingering him, I noticed how he was being more vocal. A lot more vocal.

"Do you want to cum, Roger?" I asked.

"Yes-" I sank my fingers deep inside his ass, "Ahh- oh fuck!" He moaned as he came all over his hands.

"Good boy," I whispered in his ear as I removed my fingers.

"You did a very good job today," I said as I helped him sit comfortably.

"Will you come in the shower with me?" He asked.

"Of course," I said.

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