Roger Taylor Smut

truth or dare

don't ask questions, cuz I don't have answers.

"Roger, truth or dare?" Brian asked. Roger thought about it for a brief moment, "Dare,"

"I dare you to do everything we tell you to, go it?" Brian said.

"'Kay," Roger answered. "Truth or dare, John?"

"Truth."

"Hmm, what's your biggest regret?" Roger asked.

"I don't know, I can't really think of one," John answered.

"So you have no regrets?" You asked.

"No, it's just I can't think of one right now."

"That's basically you saying you have no regrets. If you had one, you would've thought of it." Brian informed him.

"Whatever." John dismissed the conversation with a wave of his hand. "Y/N, truth or dare?"

"Dare." You answered.

John smirked, "Give Roger a hand job."

I heard Roger's breath hitch from beside me. I turned to him, "You okay with that?"

"He has to be," Brian said. "He was dared to do everything we tell him to."

This wasn't out of the ordinary, dirty truth or dare, but it never went far as to giving someone a hand job or something like that. It also wasn't the first time you gave Roger a hand job, or participated in any other sexual things, but it was the first time in front of others.

"Yeah...yeah that's fine. You can do it." He told you. You looked at his face for any sense of hesitation or something telling you he didn't want it, but from what you could tell, he was okay with it.

You slowly dragged your palm up the inside of his thigh, Roger's eyes never leaving your fingers. You reached up and placed your hand over his growing package while he let out a shaky sigh.

You leaned over and initiated a kiss with him. His lips were soft and wet like they always were. You could feel Brian and Johns's eyes on the two of you as you shoved your tongue in Roger's mouth. With your hand that wasn't resting on the crotch of Roger's pants, you tangled your fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck as he moaned and pulled you closer while cupping your cheeks.

You broke the kiss but still stayed in close proximity to each other while you undid the zip on his jeans. Roger's quiet breathing became quicker and more shallow as you slowly dragged his pants over his hips and down his thighs and left them resting just below his knees.

You looked into his eyes while you had your fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers. His pink lips were parted as he breathed out through his mouth. He lightly nodded his head, giving you the okay to continue.

"Are you sure?" You whispered. "You don't have to do it just because it was a dare." You told him

"I know." He whispered back. He lifted his hips off the couch as you dragged down his underwear and left them around his knees.

His cock was flat against his tummy and red at the tip, beads of precum rolled down his shaft.

Roger closed his eyes in embarrassment when he felt Brian and John looking at him, he never felt as vulnerable as he did at that moment.

Roger was slumped against the back of the couch as he watched your hand move up and down his slick shaft. He whined and arched his hips when he felt your thumb drag over his swollen tip.

"You're gonna be a good boy, right Roger?" You asked him quietly.

"Yeah," He breathed out.

"Good." You said and he threw his head back in pleasure.

With every pass of your hand over his cock, he would roll and thrust his hips upwards.

Roger could feel his orgasm approaching, but he tried to hold off, feeling embarrassed about cumming in front of everyone.

"You gonna cum, Roger?" You asked. He shook his head.

"Why not? I thought you were gonna be a good boy?" You said. Roger whined and bucked his hips up when you applied more pressure on his shaft.

Roger had briefly looked towards Brian but squeezed his eyes shut when he saw Brian staring right back at him. When he opened his eyes again, Brian was still looking at him and he noticed how his pants were tented.

"C'mon, Roger." You encouraged.

"No." He whined, arching his hips again.

Suddenly, Brian got up and moved to sit beside Roger, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Brian looked to Roger, silently asking if he could take off his shirt. Roger nodded his head.

Once the buttons were undone, Brian helped Roger remove the flimsy fabric of the shirt.

Roger's face was bright red and only got redder when Brian leaned in to place kisses along his neck.

"Come on, Roger." Brain murmured while nipping at his neck.

Roger's eyes were watering and a few tears dripped down his cheeks, embarrassed about having to cum in front of his friends. Brian noticed and swiped his thumb under Roger's eye, whipping away the water from his eyes.

Roger desperately started pulling on Brian's hair to bring him closer. Roger reached out and brushed his thumb over Brian's bottom lip while licking his own. Brian knew what Roger wanted, you did too.

Brian looked at you, waiting for you to be okay with Roger's intentions. You nodded.

"You're such a whore, Roger, aren't you?" You asked of him, knowing damn well he liked being praised like that.

"Yes! Yes, I'm whore!" He whined, sounding proud of himself.

The second Brian and Roger's lips connected, you grabbed Roger's balls and squeezed tightly. Roger stiffened and moaned into Brian, his orgasm washing through him.

Brian didn't think he could get more turned on by Roger, but when Roger started french kissing him, he lost it. The kiss was feverish but gentle at the same time and eventually, Brian had pushed Roger back and was pinning him to the sofa, still connected by the lips.

You noticed John still sitting where he was before, and obvious tent in his pants. "C'mere, John." You told him softly. He gingerly crawled over to you and once he was close enough, you pulled him into a kiss.

You and Roger were by no means in an open relationship, but it seemed as though the two of you just couldn't help yourself tonight.

Five minutes later, the scenario was completely different. Roger was on his knees in front of John at his request, with his hand wrapped around Brian's cock, and boy was that a sight.

Having never sucked off a man before, Roger seemed to be doing a really good job based on John's reactions. However, John took over and started practically face fucking him, chasing his release.

John was crying out in pleasure, eventually finishing down Roger's throat. That sight had made Brian finish with a pleasure filled cry of his own.

The evening ended when Brian and John bid the two of you goodnight along with a thank you and comments about doing it again and having you involved more next time.

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Later that night, you and Roger lay in bed, wrapped in eached others arms. "To be honest, I liked being used like that." He admitted. 

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