Roger Taylor, Brian May and John Deacon x reader: One Shots (Smut & Fluff)

Roger Taylor x reader (Smut)

Roger x reader (Smut), 2432 words!

1971

You open the door to your bedroom as you stumble inside. You lay down on your bed, gently taking your clothes off. Thinking about how long you and Roger have been roommates. He has always been the sweetest guy to you, even tho he took a different girl home every night, making weird noises as his bed banged for hours against your wall. A single tear dropping from your eye. How could he not like you back, you thought, even after everything you've done to make him notice you, he'd still bring another girl home, into his bed, doing whatever actions those noises came from. Oh how you wish that was you.

"Y/n?" You heard someone say in the most gentle and sweetest voice ever. Opening your eyes to find a puddle of tears in your clean bedsheets. Your head aching from all those thoughts, you closed your eyes again, not bothering to see who stood in your doorframe.

"Y/n, are you ok?" The voice said again, even more gentle than before. "I could hear you from my room"

You knew exactly who was standing in your doorframe. You turned around, opening your eyes, only to find a pair of beautiful crystal blue eyes looking right into your red, shaky ones. You try to pull yourself up by your weak hands only to fall right back down on the bed again. Roger runs up to you, catching you in his arms, holding you like a baby. Your head feeling heavy as a rock laying on Roger's chest. Your mascara was dripping from your eyes onto Roger's white button up shirt. He held you in his arm, carefully, trying to sit up.

"What happened, did a boy hurt you?" He said, in a not so gentle voice anymore. You shake your head, trying not to look him in the eyes. He pulls you out of his tight grip, holding you before him like a bomb. One hand on your waist and the other reaching up to your chin, making you look him right into those beautiful, dreamy, perfect, blue eyes. That's when you snapped out of your thoughts, remembering you were only wearing a matching set of black lingerie. You cover you breasts with your hands as you nearly fell of the bed trying to find something to wear on top.

"What the hell, Roger!" You scream, trying to find your clothes on the floor, but you couldn't find them due to all the redness in your eyes. You try to cover you whole body with your hands, as you turn around to see Roger unbutton his shirt and reaching it over for you to wear, but his six pack was all you could focus on.

"You gonna take it, y/n?" He asks still holding up his shirt in front of you. You take the shirt, still looking at his stomach, not knowing you've been staring for the past few minutes. He shakes his hand in front of your eyes to get your attention, even tho he liked the way you looked at him.

"S..sorry, I..uhh, umm, thanks" you stutter, while putting on the extremely oversized shirt, looking like a dress on you. Your underwear still visible since it was black under white, but at this moment you didn't even bother.

Roger's gaze going from your eyes down to your legs and up again. You could feel his eyes scanning you beautiful body. Your eyes following his, down to your legs. Naked legs. You look at him with an embarrassed look upon your face. Him sensing the embarrassment, he starts reaching down for his own trousers.

"What are you doing?" You ask, with a confused look on your face.

"Taking of my trousers, so you don't have to be naked alone" he says, with a grin forming on his beautiful face.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Roger getting naked in you room! How was this even possible? Yes, you knew it wasn't happening for sex, but still. You couldn't believe your eyes. He reaches down to his belt trying to undo it, but it wouldn't come off. He tries everything but it won't move. You look down at his area, trying not to look horny, but how couldn't you. You've wanted him for years!