Roger Taylor Smut

first time (pt. 1)

You and Roger had been roommates all throughout university and even after that. The two of you were always very close and had only seen each other as friends, until one day, that changed.

You felt as if the air changed. The way you saw Roger, the way he did certain things, something changed. There was some sort of pull towards him that you never felt before. Little did you know, he felt the exact same way.

How you ended up in his bedroom tonight, was unknown to you. But there you were, perched on his lap and attached by the lips.

It was almost intoxicating the way he sucked your lips and let his tongue wander your mouth. You had your hands tangled in each other's hair and you don't remember the last time you took a breath. The kiss was intoxicating and addicting, neither of you wanted it to stop.

Roger started squirming beneath you, making his hard-on rub against your wet centre.

You suddenly pulled away from the kiss - for a breath, but mostly to move on as well - and just as Roger was about to go back and continue kissing you, you moved your head to kiss along his jawline. He gasped at the new sensation and let out a surprised moan when you licked from the base of his neck to behind his ear.

It only took a few minutes before his neck and the exposed part of his shoulders were covered in purple marks. Roger didn't know what to do, so he just let you take the lead.

"Are you gonna touch me, Roger?" You asked. He was sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard and you straddling his hips.

He let out a shaky breath before he dragged his hand down the front of your shirt, between the valley of your breasts and down to the waistband of your jeans.

He gripped the bottom of your shirt before looking into your eyes. "Can I take it off?" He asked quietly. You silently nodded your head before Roger pulled the material off your torso. He dropped the shirt on the floor beside the bed before bringing his hand up and running his finger over the lacy material of your bra.

You got up from his lap and went to lie on your back beside him. He took it as a signal to sit between your parted legs.

"These too?" He asked with his finger hooked in the waistband of your jeans. You nodded once more and he undid the buttons and then pulled the pants down your legs.

You sat up - still in your undergarments - and grabbed the bottom of his shirt before pulling it over his head. A shiver racked through Roger's body as his warm skin was exposed to the cool air of his bedroom. Roger too took off his jeans leaving him in just a pair of his boxers.

Roger reached forward and once more touched the strap of your bra. "Can I take it off?" He asked, his cheeks flushing red.
"Go ahead." You told him.

He slowly brings his hands behind you before finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it. He slides it down your arms before tossing it in the pile of clothes that are already on the floor.

He gives your shoulder a slight nudge, wanting you to lie back again, which you do.

Roger was unsure of what to do next, so he let his tongue dart out and lick one of your nipples.

You moaned and arched your back into his touch before Roger switched to the other nub and took it into his mouth.

He pulled back and looked at you all sprawled out for him. He gripped onto the waistband of your panties and looked into your eyes, silently asking if he could take them off. You nodded your head as he quickly discarded the wet fabric to the other side of the room.

Once again, Roger found himself unsure of what to do.

"You gonna do something, Rog?" You asked.

"I- I don't know what to do." He admitted shyly.

"Just do what feels natural." You told him honestly. He nodded his head before he let two of his fingers slide through your wet folds. "Good, just like that." You told him.

He pulled his fingers back before going flat on his stomach.

Roger left a trail of hot, wet, kisses up your thighs before licking a stripe up your slit.

He pulled back to see your reaction, and once he realized that you enjoyed it, he continued. He put his head back down between your thighs and went to town.

He had his hands firmly on your hips as he licked, kissed and sucked anywhere he could.

Roger seemed so eager to taste you, pushing your legs open wider, pulling you onto his mouth so you could be flush up against his mouth.

Roger groans as he presses himself into the mattress, trying to find some sort of relief. His groan sends vibrations right through you.

"Good job, you doing good, Rog." You tell him as your fist tangles into his blonde locks. He groans and licks faster, sucking when he gets to your clit.

Roger takes a break to suck dark marks into your thighs. "'M doin' good?" He mumbles.

"Really good." You tell him and push his head back towards your heat.

Roger continues his previous activities until you're done.

When you do eventually reach your climax, Roger doesn't seem to know it. He continues to lick at your folds, his main goal just to please you.

Despite the fact that you continued to moan, it was too much to handle. You finally pushed Roger's head away from you, "Done. I'm done." You told him.

Roger watched as your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. He gave you a minute to calm down before you sat up in front of him. His hair was dishevelled, his chin was glistening and his cock was strained against his boxers

You grabbed onto the waistband of his underwear, about to start dragging them down his thighs, but his hands on your wrist stopped you.

"Wait," he whispered. "I've never...I've never done this before." He admitted softly.

"That's okay." You reassured him. "We don't have to continue. We can stop if you'd like." You said as you ran a hand over the wet spot of his underwear. He arched his hips into your touch, letting out a soft wine in the process.

"No," His voice was hoarse. "No, I want to continue." He told you before grabbing your hand and placing it back between his legs after you moved it. Roger felt vulnerable since he had never done anything like this, but he reassured himself because it was just you. His best friend.

"Lie back." You told him, and he did just that. 

You grabbed onto the hem of his boxers once more and pulled them down his thighs. 

"What are you donna do- oh!" Roger cut himself off with a moan when you gave him a kitten lick over his red tip. 

Roger only whined when you took more of him into your mouth. 

He fisted the sheets in his hands and squeezed his eyes shut while his hips arched into your mouth. 

"'S too much." He whined. "W-wait." He begged while pushing you off him. He took a few deep breaths before he opened his eyes and looked at you. "Sorry, I just-" He began to say, but you cut him off. "It's okay, take your time." 

He took another few deep breaths, "Can- can you do it again?" He mumbled.

You barely nodded your head before taking him back in your mouth. 

"Oh-" He sighed while putting his palm down on the back of your head. Roger let out a high-pitched squeal when you grabbed his balls and squeezed them. 

Roger didn't last much longer with the quick bobbing of your head. His cum dripped down the back of your throat, and with the last wake of his orgasm, he didn't know if he wanted to push you away or pull you closer.

Roger was still panting by the time you crawled back beside him and pulled him into your arms.

"Do you want to continue, or do you want to stop for tonight."

He groaned quietly before speaking. "'M knackered." You barely understood it when he mumbled it into your neck but you said that it was fine and pulled his sheets over the two of you.

Roger was happy that it was you he had his first time with. 

pt. 2 will be coming soon.