Roger Taylor Smut

drumsticks

Requested by: 86_b4by

"Thanks so much for the ride, Cindy! I'll see you later!" You said as your friend dropped you off in front of your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend, Roger and one of your best friends, Brian. You were out all day and you couldn't wait to relax for the rest of the night.

You walked through the main doors of the apartment and towards the elevator and pushed the button for your floor. 

When you got inside your flat, you saw Brian in the living room reading a book, but you didn't see your boyfriend in your line of sight. 

"Where's Rog?" You asked Brian, putting your bag down on the kitchen table to be dealt with later.

"Not sure, maybe check your guys' room," he said and continued with his book.

"Alright, thanks Bri," and you were off to find your boyfriend. 

Roger must not have heard you when you came inside because he was startled as you caught him on the bed with his knees tucked under him and a hand around his cock, flipping through a soft porno magazine. Poor thing, he looked close, too.

You tsked, "What have we here?"

"I'm sorry! It's not what it looks like!" Roger tried to sputter out some lame excuse.

"I think it's exactly what it looks like," you said, grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling his head back. "How many spanks on the bottom do you think this deserves, Roger?"

"No, no, no, no, please," he tried to beg but it came out as a hushed whisper. 

"Roger, if you didn't want the punishment, you shouldn't have touched yourself without permission, you know the rules."

"Yes, but, you were out all day and I couldn't stop thinking about you and I'm so horny, and I thought- I thought I could-" you cut off Roger's nervous rambling, "You thought you could finish before I got home and maybe I wouldn't notice. Well guess what baby, I would've noticed and you would've gotten double the punishment."

Roger whined and you pulled on his hair again. "What do you say, ten for now? I think you can handle that." Roger nodded his head as best as he could with your hand still gripping his hair.

"Words, Roger," you reminded him.

He swallowed, "Yes."

"Alright then," you said, walking over to the desk in the corner of the room and picking up Roger's drumsticks and twirling them between your fingers. "What do you say we try something a little different?"

Roger looked at the drumsticks as if they were a foreign object, pupils blown wide in rapture. 

"Hmm?" You hummed after a few moments of his not saying anything.

"Yes? Yes. Yes! I wanna try."

You smirked, "Alright, ass up baby. Take off the rest of your clothes."

Roger did as he was told and waited patiently for the scene to start. But there was one more important thing to do.

"What are your safe words, darling," you said, leaning over his back and placing a few kisses on his shoulder. 

"Green for continue, yellow to slow down and red to stop."

"Good boy," you said, kissing his hair at the crown of his head. You pulled away and put a pillow under his hips so his ass was raised but he wouldn't have to support himself on his hands and knees.

"Ready, baby?" You asked. Roger nodded before the first strike came down, harsh and biting on his bare ass. He cried out on the impact and trusted his hips forward against the pillow.

"What's your colour, Roger?"

"Green," He moans, strangled and desperate. Roger clearly had a thing for getting spanked. 

You bring the drumsticks down in the same spot, this one hurting more than the last. Roger gasped so hard, it must have hurt his throat. Roger shivers and bucks his hips against the pillow beneath him. 

"Still green?" You checked in. 

"Yes, yes! Please continue!" Roger seemed so desperate as he rocked his hips against the pillow once more. 

"Stay still, baby, or I'll add more," You chastised him and Roger immediately stopped moving his hips. 

You hit him again, this time lower, right where his thigh meets his cheek. Roger nearly shouted as his hips rut forward again, and the shout turns into a moan that he barely manages to bite off.

"You better quiet down, sweetheart. You don't want Brian to hear how much of a slut you are."

Roger whimpered at the degrading term and involuntarily thrust his hips again. 

Moments later, another hard smack comes down diagonally, intersecting with other marks on his reddened skin. Roger grinds his hips forward again, this time not stopping after the first movement. 

You sat there for a moment and watched as Roger ground against the pillow as if it were his lifeline. 

"Look at you, Roger," you said, "getting off on your punishment, huh?"

Roger buried his face in the pillow by his head, moaning into it while still thrusting his hips as if he couldn't stop. Muffled little whines escape his mouth after each time he thrusts his dripping cock onto the pillow. 

During his haste to get relief, you brought the drumsticks down on a diagonal in the other direction, making an X shape with the other one, startling a sharp cry from Roger's throat. Roger's toes curled as he thrust his cock against the pillow with more vigour. 

Barely giving him time to recover from the last hit, you strike the sticks down on him again. A loud moan, punched out from Roger's chest, fills the room. 

You grab him by the hair and pull him up so his face is by yours. "I told you to be quiet, baby. Brian is sitting in the living room and I bet he can hear how bad your being." You let go of his hair and he fell back forwards, his hips having never stopped grinding down on the pillow. 

You hit the sticks down on him again, this time Roger muffles his moan. Breathing heavily, he lifts his face slightly from where it's mushed between the sheets to gasp out a few words, "I- I'm- mhmm~ close,"

"Yeah, baby? You gonna come just from being spanked with your drumsticks."

Roger answered with a moan muffled into his arm that turned into a shout when you struck him again. That last hit, the hardest one you gave him, set him off. He cried out, thrusting his hips once more and coming over the pillow. He writhes and lets out loud rasping moans as he comes, dirtying the sheet beneath him. It's the hardest you've ever seen him come and he looks so content as his fingers curl in the sheets and he sighs in finally getting his release.

Roger slumped against the bed and you pulled him into your arms as he caught his breath. 

"You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you, you took your punishment so well." You praised Roger. He smiled and sighed as he put his head on your chest. 

Just as Roger was almost asleep, there was a knock on your bedroom door and then Brian's soft voice, "Are you guys done in there, or should I leave and let the two of you finish?"

Roger's face turned bright red and you giggled, pulling him closer to you. "You can stay Bri, we're done."

You heard a quiet, "Oh thank God!" and then Brian's footsteps as he walked away. 

"I told you to be quiet," You teased Roger.

He replied by sticking his tongue out at you.

Alrighty, there we go! I have a few more requests to get through and then some other ideas of my own!

@86_b4by I hope I did your request justice and didn't take it too far with the spanking 🤭

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Have a lovely day everyone :D