Roger Taylor Imagines

Rogerina

*Warning*
Sort of sexual but not really smut.

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"I'm telling you, Rog, I would turn just for you!" You teased your boyfriend Roger. He was dressed in full drag as a naughty schoolgirl for the newest Queen video and you waited in the dressing room for the next takes.

"Oh shut up!" He said, frowning. You kept annoying him and trying to come up with nicknames to bother him.

"Perhaps blonde bombshell is fitting." You laughed and then stopped as a magnificent idea surged. "Rogerina!" You screamed and laughed. He clenched his jaw.

"That's it, {y/n}..." He muttered and walked over to you. He stood close and backed you up against the wall. "I don't mind being dressed in drag, but I don't enjoy my masculinity being degraded, perhaps you need a reminder..." You squirmed as you felt his hot breath on your face and his body pressing against you. "Do you remember, how all the unspeakable things I do to you make you scream and moan my name?" He brushed his hand up your thigh and was shameless on letting it slide under your skirt, all while making intense eye contact with you.

His hand kept creeping higher until he found the elastic band of your knickers and played with it. You gulped, inevitably turned on. He removed it and continued to caress your body, moving his hand up and down and stopping at your butt, then smacking it. You gasped softly.

"Do you remember now?" He leaned forward and whispered in your ear. His other hand had done the magnificent job of getting under your skirt and going unnoticed until you felt it brush up against your inner thighs. You let a whimper escape your mouth and he smirked satisfied, then leaving some sloppy kisses on your neck.

Rather than pleasuring you, he was torturing you and as he made his point clear you got impatient of whatever was going to happen next. He was distracted on your neck and not very much holding you back now, so you pushed him and grabbed his hand to lead him to the couch of the room. There you pushed him back for him to sit and you straddled him.

"See, this is the thing, I may be hot for 'Rogerina' but I'm even hotter for Roger..." You said with a smirk, tracing a line down his chest. "And all that comes with him." You spoke slowly and said the last bit as your hand went lower on his abdomen but didn't quite reach where he longed to be touched. He bit his lip to prevent breathing heavily and you kissed him. He didn't take too long before getting his tongue in your mouth and you let out a muffled moan. His hands roamed around your body, mainly holding your butt and trying to tug out your blouse.

Just as he looked at you in the eye to let you know what he wanted, you heard people murmuring behind you. You turned your head and Roger peeked his head from behind you to find Brian, Deacy, and Freddie whispering.

"I don't know how to feel about this." Said Deacy.

"Hey! You wankers!" Roger caught their attention and you got off him, feeling embarrassed. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think, darling?" Said Freddie. "It was like watching two girls make out, even I'm a little dumbfound." The lads laughed except for Roger.

"Are you joking? I don't look like a girl!" Roger complained.

"Specially not now with that huge bulge pushing up your skirt." Brian pointed out. He frowned and covered himself while Freddie and Deacy laughed hysterically. You turned red and laughed quietly.

"Get out!" He threw cushions at them trying to make them leave.

"Fine, come on, boys." Freddie said and they left laughing.

You were laughing too until the door closed and Roger turned to you and said, "I'm not done with you."

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I think Roger enjoyed dressing in drag more than he might have liked to admit 😂
Also that's my favorite picture of Rogerina and it confuses me so much ffs

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