Roger Taylor Smut

first time (pt. 2)

here's part two. enjoy horny bitches ;) 

It was after dinner when Roger came up to you. You were washing the dishes when you heard Roger come into the room. 

He sucked in a breath before starting to speak. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You answered, turning off the tap and wiping your hands dry on the towel. He spoke again when you were facing him. "Last night, I- umm, I said- no I-" You cut off the stuttering mess that he was trying to turn into a coherent sentence. "What about last night? You want to try again?"

"I- yeah." He seemed shy about it, maybe nervous. You extended your hands out to him - palms up - and waited as he gently placed his hands in yours. 

You pulled your connected hands towards yourself, and once he was close enough, you slid your hands up his arms and around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours and connecting your lips. 

The kiss seemed to relax Roger. He sighed and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you closer. Roger wasted no time parting his lips when your tongue swept across his bottom one. 

Eventually, the two of you were backed up against the counter and Roger was grinding his hips against yours. 

You laced your finger into his hair and pulled his face away from yours, going to kiss over the still prominent dark spots from the night before. 

Roger couldn't control himself anymore when you kissed over the spot on the nape of his neck. He roughly groped your ass as he continued to grind his hips into your own. 

You suddenly pulled away and grabbed his hand once more to lead him to his bedroom. Once you were inside, you pushed him onto the bed and climbed onto his hips. 

Roger pulled you back down, so he could kiss you again. It was intoxicating, just like all the other times you kissed in the past few days. 

"Top or bottom?" You asked when you pulled back from the kiss.

"W-what?" He asked.

"Do you want to be on the top or bottom, Roger?" You repeated the question.

"Bottom..." He mumbled. 

"Okay. That's fine, Roger." You assured him. 

You started by taking off your shirt, Roger doing the same when you climbed off his lap. Next were both of your pants. Roger was in sweatpants you were in leggings. 

Roger paused when he was just in his underwear. "Do you want to stop?" You asked once you noticed his hesitation. Roger shook his head. You softly stroked his cheek, "Let me hear you, Roger." 

He nodded his head again, "I want to continue." It came out very soft when he spoke and you knew he was serious. 

Roger lied back again while you tugged off his boxers, his hard cock finally being released from its tight restraints. You took off the rest of your clothes and then leaned over Roger. 

"Are you ready?" You asked. 

Roger grabbed your hands and squeezed them, "Yeah." He breathed out. 

Slowly, you sank down on his cock after lining him up with your entrance. Roger gasped loudly and his hips arched high off the bed. 

Roger's hands found yours again and he tightly laced them together. 

"Are you okay? Can I move?" You asked.

Roger quickly nodded his head, "Please," He begged.

You didn't have to be told twice before you raised your hips up and sank them back down. Roger moaned and squeezed his eyes shut at the new stimulation he never felt before. 

Shakily, Roger moved his hand up to grab your breast, the other landing on your waist as you rolled your hips against his. 

"D-do, you like it? Does it feel n-nice?" You asked. You took the moan that he let out as a yes. 

Roger felt as if he was on cloud nine. He never thought sex could be this good. Boy, was he wrong. He was in awe as he watched his cock go in and out of you, coming out more glistening each time. 

"So tight," Roger murmured. 

You watched as his eyes rolled back as you clenched your walls around him. One of Roger's hands untangled from the sheets, blindly searching for yours and you happily held it once he found you.

"Can- can we switch?" He asked quietly, his breathing ragged. 

"Whatever you want." You told him. 

Gently, he pushed you off him and moved on top of you before entering you once more. Roger had his face buried in your neck as he felt his orgasm approaching. He took the opportunity to kiss and suck where he didn't get a chance to before. 

"Close." He murmured. "Close, I'm close." 

"It's okay, baby." You let your finger card through his hair. "Me too." 

It only took a few more thrusts before Roger was cumming inside you, biting on your shoulder while trying to be quiet. It wasn't long before you followed after him into your own orgasm, leaving scratches down his back and ass, trying to grab onto something, eventually settling on his hips. 

Roger collapsed practically on top of you, breathing heavily. He picked up his head and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. 

"Thank you. I really liked that." He said burying his face once more in your neck. 

"I'm proud of you, Roger. You did good." You told him. He hummed a noise of understanding into your neck while trying to get comfy. 

"This better not be the last time we do something like this." He murmured.

"Of course, it won't." You chuckled while pulling him closer to you. You kissed the top of his head, and before you knew it, he was asleep.