#thinking about maybe attempting one with sub rog

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Three Can Play At That Game

Follow up to The Beast With Three Backs

Pairing:  Ben!Roger x (Bi) Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Summery: You’re taught how to behave.

Warnings: Smut!!!!, Dom!Rog, Dom!OC, Sub!Reader, drug mention, exhibitionism, public play (to the point where others see, but not full sex), smoking, humiliation/degradation, choking, edging/orgasm denial, restraints + gags, overstimulation, forced orgasm, oral all round (including face fucking and face sitting), facial, very very brief hint at a possible blood kink, nipple + clit clamps, spanking (hand + belt), I think thats everything lmao

Words: 8,896

A/N: Ya’ll, idk what to say. This is the longest, filthiest thing I’ve ever written. At one point towards the end I burst out laughing at the sheer fucking ridiculousness of the turn my life took to get me to this point, writing over 7k words of threesome smut. Literally what the fuck. I would also like to say that google is painfully unhelpful when you’re trying to get info on lesbian sex positions that aren’t oral so hats off to my wlw followers who’ve had to work that shit out on their own. Anyway, I hope ya’ll enjoy this, I’m gonna go scream for three hours!

Tagslist: @idontbelievethiss @somekindof-cheese @labessieisallama @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @shae-is-not-ok

The afterparty was just as wild as Roger had promised it would be. Room after room packed full of people. Between the band and their crew and the various girls trying their best to draw their eyes, there was barely enough room to move. You pushed your way through the crowd, stopping occasionally to say hi to familiar faces, dodging around people dancing together and indulging in their drug of choice, some of whom offered you a hit. Finally, you spotted the man you were looking for, sitting with a drink in hand as he chatted with a couple of people you didn’t recognise. “Rog!” you waved to get his attention as you crossed the last of the distance between you. His hand darted out to grab your wrist and pull you down onto his lap as his friends took their leave. “Glad you could make it, Y/N. Took you long enough.” You poked your tongue out at his teasing, only to have him return the gesture. “You were incredible tonight.” You could tell he was still amped up from the performance, as well as whatever he’d taken before you got there, his fingers busy tapping out a beat against your thigh.   “You trying to tell me I’m not always incredible?” “Shut up, you know what I mean,”   “You’re right though. Was fucking electric up there, couldn’t’ve played off beat if I’d tried.” He grinned up at you but his fingers kept moving franticly over your skin. You covered his hand with your own, forcing him to stop. He blinked like he hadn’t realised what he was doing. “Gonna tap a hole through my leg if you keep that up,” you laughed, “you okay?” “Yeah, just full of energy,” He started tapping his foot rapidly, making his leg bounce, and you with it. “Think I could help with that,” you said softly, laying your palms on his chest as you leaned into his ear. The bouncing slowed and he grasped your thigh tighter, “And what did you have in mind exactly?” “Well, that’s for me to know,” You trailed your hand up his neck and wound your fingers through his hair, “And you to find out,” a sharp tug on his hair had you smiling at the way he gasped. “I do like the idea of making you beg though.” “If anyones gonna be begging tonight, it’s you,” he growled against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands wrapped around both your wrists, bringing them back down towards his chest as he pulled your ear lobe between his teeth. You swung one leg over his lap so you were straddling him, skirt riding up slightly in the process.   “Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” “You’re my pretty little slut. If I want you to beg, you’ll beg.” Your stomach clenched and your breath caught in your throat and you inwardly cursed him for being able to affect you so easily. “You going to start behaving then?” “You’re the one who needs to start behaving,” you said trying to wiggle your hands free. “That wasn’t a suggestion, love,” his grip on your wrists tightened. “But if you really aren’t going to do what you’re told, I’ll find someone else who will.” He shifted so he was holding your wrists in one hand and used the other to grab your face, finger tips digging into your cheeks making your lips puff out as he forced you to look where he wanted, “that girl in the striped top has been giving me eyes all fucking night. She wants very badly to impress me and if I told her to drop to her knees right this second, she would. Same could be said about the one over there in the purple hot pants. And look, isn’t that you’re little plaything, Linda.”   “Girlfriend,” you tried to say despite his grip, as you watched Linda weave her way through the crowd towards you, the bright pink bandana in her hair recognisable from a mile away.   “Same diff. Don’t think I’d have any trouble convincing her to ditch you for the night.” All you could do was whimper as he turned your head back towards him, locking eyes with you. “So you’re going to behave.” Not a question this time. “Yes, Sir,”   He let go of you, almost as forcefully as he’d held you, and brought his hands down to rest lightly on your thighs, watching to see what you’d do. You were tempted to rub the spots on your cheeks where his fingers had been but you resisted. His gaze held firm, even after you let your eyes drop downwards, making your skin tingle with the weight of it on you. He took a moment, sizing you up, before he next spoke. “Strip.” Your eyes grew wide as saucers as you quickly looked back up to his face, “S-strip Sir?” “Don’t pretend that doesn’t turn you on.” His fingers resumed their tapping as if you hadn’t interrupted the beat earlier. “We’ve been fucking long enough now that I’m well aware you like the danger of being caught with you pants around your knees, so to speak. You’ve had no problem letting me finger you in restaurants, or backstage after shows, surrounded by roadies. Never cum harder than when I pushed you up against that big window at Freddie’s place, when you knew that if the boys turned around, they’d see you, tits hanging out, begging me to fuck you harder. So stripping here shouldn’t be a problem.” As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. The memory of the cool glass under your palms and Roger’s grip on your waist had you rocking your hips, not helped by the rapid tapping creeping steadily higher up your thigh. If you closed your eyes you could still see Brian moving to turn back towards the house. Could hear that voice in your head willing him to see you as your orgasm shuddered through you. The quiet disappointment when Freddie reached out and pointed in the opposite direction catching his attention once more. Roger clicked his fingers near your ear to bring you back to the present.   “Haven’t got all night, love.” You grabbed the hem of your shirt and yanked it up. “That’s what I thought.”

“Hey Rog,” “Lindy, good to see you!” Roger’s voice was muffled by the shirt as you tugged it over your head. “What’s got into her?” Linda asked indicating your now bare chest that had drawn both her and Roger’s attention. Roger absentmindedly played with one of your nipples as he replied, his steady voice the complete antithesis of how you felt. “She’s trying to prove she’s a good slut who can follow directions.” Linda hummed and took a swig of the beer clutched in her hand. She reached out and twisted the nipple Roger hadn’t claimed, pulling a squeak from the back of your throat, “Can I help?” “You want to?” “You seem surprised.” She was still pinching your nipple making you arch your back. Roger shrugged, “After last time I just assumed you’d prefer to be in her position.” “Last time I was nervous and stepping way out of my comfort zone. I’m not always quite so meek.” “Yeah, I think I’m starting to see that.” He laughed as Linda finally released your nipple, and you let out the breath you’d been holding.  

The looks Roger and Linda gave you made you feel like a helpless mouse caught between two hungry cats who liked to play with their food. Your cheeks were burning under their gazes, the knowledge that so many people could see you squirming, topless, on Roger’s lap hitting you harder now that Linda was involved. You were certain there’d be stories spread through London, and further, about this moment. Exaggerations would be made about the state of your undress, assumptions made about what exactly was going on – surely more than just straddling his lap. You shivered at the thought and stifled a whine that would only have added fuel to the rumour mill’s fire. Linda placed her fingers under your chin, tilting your head up as she leaned closer, her breath tickling your slightly parted lips. You tried to close the gap but she wrapped her hand around your throat before you could. “Not yet, sweetie.” You pouted, throwing her your best puppy dog eyes but she just squeezed your throat tighter as Roger slipped his hands round to grab your arse. “What say we get our brat somewhere a little more private?” Linda held onto your throat as she pushed you off Roger’s lap. She gave you a quick peck on the lips before she released you. “Be a good girl and wait for us in the car, love,” Roger said into your ear, “driver should be there, he’ll let you in.” “Can I have my shirt back, Sir?” “You’re lucky I’m letting you keep the skirt. We’ll be down soon,” he leaned forward to swat your bum and push you off into the crowd. “And don’t try to cover yourself,” Linda’s voice followed you as you headed for the door.

It was easy to keep yourself from covering your chest as you weaved through the crowd, passing other half-dressed people as they shared drinks and smokes. Once you got outside though it became much harder. For one thing, you no longer had the warmth of bodies in a confined space, left only with the cold night air biting at your skin. For another, you could no longer feel Roger’s or Linda’s gazes following you. It was much harder to stay obedient when you were on your own. You wrapped your arms around your chest as you walked towards the car, rubbing some warmth back into your arms, keenly aware of the driver looking you over. He let you into the back seat with a grin as you allowed your arms to fall back down to your sides now that you were in the relative warmth of the car. The wait for Roger and Linda was excruciating. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, tempted to just quickly rub one out while you waited. Knowing the driver was watching only made the temptation worse since you were sure he’d tattle and it’d result in you being punished. The idea of being bratty enough to earn a spanking had you biting your lip but the decision was made for you as the door opened once more and Linda climbed in next to you. You could see Roger through the windscreen, leaning against the hood of the car as he chatted cheerfully with the driver. Your attention was diverted as Linda’s fingers trailed up your side.   “I like seeing you like this,” she said as she palmed your breasts. “Like what?” “Obedient. Submissive.” She let one hand fall to your lap, pushing your skirt up your thigh so she could tease you over your underwear as she leaned in to kiss you. “I could say the same of you” You tried to keep your voice steady but it came out slightly more breathless than you would have liked. “Rog reckons you’re gonna be a real brat.” “Does he now?” “We’re going to have so much fun breaking you.” She slipped off the seat to kneel between your feet, hooking her fingers into your underwear and dragging them slowly down your legs. “God you’re so wet. This cos you had your tits out for everyone?” You whined as she ran a single finger along your cunt up to your clit. “Oh that is a lovely sound,” Roger said as he climbed into the car, bringing a faint whiff of smoke with him. A second later you heard the front door close and the car start. You began rolling slowly out of the carpark.   “She’s soaked Rog, you were right.” “Told you she likes when people know what a slut she is.” You whined again as Linda continued to tease you, trailing her fingers up and down your slick folds. Roger leaned past you to wind down your window. “On your knees. Hold on to the door.” You got into position, shivering slightly as you were once again exposed to the cold night air. “I’ve just found out something very interesting about our slut. Apparently, she decided it was okay to disobey us. Covered up her tits on her way down to the car.” “Well that is naughty.” Linda said from her position on the floor, tracing her wet fingers up and down the inside of your thigh, already making you feel slightly breathless, “you gonna defend yourself?” “It was cold,” you yelped as Linda pinched you. “Aww, it was cold was it?” Roger said in a mocking baby voice. He then spoke to Linda, “Finger her, but don’t let her cum just yet. She needs to be reminded who’s in charge.” Linda laughed as she pushed two fingers into you, making you whine out the open window. You felt Roger’s hand tangle into the ends of your hair and he tugged on it as he spoke, pulling you inside so you could hear him clearly. “You’ve got a long ride ahead of you. Don’t even think about moving your hands off that door until I say you can.” “Yes, Sir,” “You’re our pretty little toy tonight.” his fingers began their tapping again, trailing over your backside, “We tell you to drop to your knees, you’ll drop to your knees. We tell you to be silent, you’ll be fucking silent. Clear?” “Yes, Sir,” He hummed, “I hope so.” He released your hair, and you dropped your head forward, the movement of the car making the wind sting your cheeks.   At that moment the car came to a halt at a red light. Linda was relentless as she fingered you, pulling a constant stream of gasps and curses from your lips. “Please let me cum, I wanna cum, I wanna cum, please, so bad.” Your voice was loud enough for a couple passing on the street to notice you, stopping in their tracks to watch your bare breasts bounce as you tried to force Linda deeper.   “Told you that you’d be the one begging,” you heard Roger say as grabbed your hips to stop you. The light changed and the car took off again, the night snatching the moans and frustrated cries from your mouth as you sped off. Your hair whipped around your face, the entire top half of your body was covered in goose bumps and your fingers, resolutely clutching the open window, felt numb with cold. Roger’s hands shifted from you and you felt him moving around. Moments later something was placed against your lower back and you felt Roger writing on what you realised what a crumpled piece of paper. You could hear Roger and Linda talking, their conversation interrupted as Roger wrote or crossed out something, but couldn’t make out what they were saying over the roar of the wind and your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It was humiliating, knowing passers-by could hear you whining and catch glimpses of you as you drove by, knowing you were dripping down Linda’s hand, while they were more concerned with using you as a table.

You jumped slightly when Roger pulled you back into the car. Linda’s fingers left you as she moved to wind the window back up and you felt like you could breathe freely again. You shivered slightly as Roger pulled you against him, rubbing your arms to warm them up. Linda got off the floor and pushed your legs open. “Can’t have you clenching your thighs together, now can we?” she asked as she leaned over you. You whined as she traced a finger round your nipple before replacing it with her tongue.   “Oh! She’s all cold,” Linda laughed, “gonna have to warm her up a bit.” She switched to your other nipple, sucking it into her mouth. The contrast between the cold of the night and the warmth of her touch almost stung as she kneaded your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers, her breath tickling you as she left a wet trail across your chest. Roger pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck, and began nipping and sucking at your pulse point. It was only another two minutes or so before the car pulled up outside the hotel, but by the time the engine had been turned off you were begging to cum again in between breathless pants.   “Time to let the real fun start,” Roger growled against your ear before he got out of the car, offering you his hand as you tried to stand on shaky legs. Linda wrapped her arm around your waist and you both followed Roger towards the counter. The brush of Linda’s hair on your neck and her shirt tickling your side reminded you of just how undressed you were, and your cheeks grew hot as you realised the very few people in the lobby were staring at you. You watched Roger lean against the counter as he talked to the woman stationed there. Her eyes flicked back to you every few moments but otherwise she maintained her professionalism. He handed over the crumpled paper he’d been writing on and you saw her smile and say “we’ll do our best to get these for you”.   “What was that about?” You asked when Roger returned, leading you towards the elevator. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head over. Yet, anyway.”

The elevator ride was excruciatingly slow. Roger grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back as soon as the doors were shut. Linda slipped her hand under your skirt as you watched the floor numbers tick by, praying that no one else was going to get in. Two floors away from where Roger’s room was, you jerked to a stop and the doors slid open. Linda pulled her fingers from you just as a young couple, dressed to the nines, stuck their heads into the open door. “Are you going up or down?” “Up,” Roger replied with a smile, his grasp on your wrists tightening. The couple withdrew again, unabashedly staring at you. “Oh my god,” you half moaned softly, closing your eyes as you tilted your head back against Roger’s shoulder. “Must have hit the wrong button,” Roger said, throwing Linda a wink.

Thankfully you didn’t meet anyone else on your way to Roger’s room. He unlocked the door and pushed you inside, making you stumble slightly. “Skirt and shoes off.” You hastened to obey, leaving you completely naked next to the still fully dressed other two. Once you’d kicked your shoes to the side Roger strode forward, grabbing you by the throat. “Such an eager little whore we’ve got,” he said to Linda, who was hurredly removing her own clothes, his grip on your throat tightening. “Knew she liked being seen but didn’t realise it’d make her drip so much.” You opened your mouth try to argue but he just squeezed tighter.   “What’s that, whore? Couldn’t hear you,”   Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your chest got tight, as Roger walked you backwards through the short hallway. He finally released your throat, leaving you gasping for air, as you were flung onto the bed. Before you had the chance to recover Linda, now in just her underwear, straddled your lap, pushing your arms over your head as she brought her lips to yours. You whined into her kiss as Roger secured your arms to the bed head with a couple of ties he’d got from his suitcase. “Hey! No fair,” you whined as Linda pulled away from you.   “Fair is whatever we say it is, now be quiet,” Linda said as she reached up to grab Roger’s shirt and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. You struggled against your restraints, unable to pull your eyes from where their lips met, catching flashes of their tongues delving deeper into each other’s mouths. Roger’s hands slid around Linda as he deftly undid her bra, letting it drop to the ground, all without breaking the kiss. You jerked your hips up as you pulled at the ties, and Linda broke the kiss giggling. “She’s so cute when she struggles, isn’t she Rog?” “You can talk,” you spat out quickly, “Should have seen her the other night. Face down, arse up, trying so hard to rock against the fingers I had buried in her cunt while she begged me to go faster. She was a mess by the time I gave in and fucked her.” “That’s an awfully bold thing to say, coming from someone who can’t move. You’re at our mercy tonight and if I were you, I’d keep my fucking mouth shut.” “Thought you liked my mouth?” Your cheek stung from the slap Roger laid on you as he growled out, “Gag her. The dumb bitch seems to have forgotten what I told her in the car.” Linda tugged the bandana from her hair and slipped it between your teeth, tying it off behind your head.   “Knew she was gonna be a right fucking brat. Gonna have to teach her how to behave.” “How? Spanking?” Linda’s eyes lit up and you decided she sounded far too excited by the prospect for your liking, though it was what you’d been hoping for earlier.   “I had something else in mind. Actually, I have two ideas and I’m not sure which one would be more fun so,” he dug through his pocket until he found a coin. He held up the 50p so you could see it, “we’re gonna flip a coin. Heads, the bitch isn’t allowed to cum until we give her permission. Tails, the opposite.” You whimpered around the gag as Roger flipped the coin high into the air, catching it and slamming it against his other hand. He paused for a moment, watching you squirm, before he slowly revealed the coin. “Tails it is.” “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Linda moved off of you, letting Roger pull one of your knees towards him, spreading your legs wide. She settled between them and bent down, blowing a stream of cool air over your dripping wet cunt before she leaned in, laying her tongue flat against you and licked a line all the way up your slit. You moaned, bucking your hips up to meet her as she reached your clit, vaguely aware of Roger pulling his shirt off beside you. In the back of your mind you knew you should try and hold off your orgasm, knew that it wouldn’t be long before you were too sensitive, but she felt so fucking good as she sucked your clit between her lips. The edging from earlier had left you desperate and it was all you could focus on, the orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, getting stronger with each swirl of her tongue. Roger’s hand sliding up and down your thigh only heightened your need and you screamed into the bandana as you were finally allowed to cum, the orgasm drawn out by Linda continuing to suck on your clit. When your cries quietened into small whimpers, she released your clit moving back down to lap up the evidence of your first orgasm of the night. Tingles spread through your body starting where her tongue met your core as she continued licking over your folds. Roger tapped his fingers up your body until he was stood over your head. He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, watching the way your head rolled back as you were pushed closer to the edge again.   “Thats right, gonna keep cumming for us aren’t you?” You whined as Linda began pumping her fingers into you again, never giving you a moment to pause as she found that spot inside you that made you see stars.   Roger ran a single finger up and down your neck as he spoke, his voice rough and impossible to ignore, “Not gonna let you stop until we’re finished with you. You’ve been such a fucking brat tonight. Talking back to us like you did. This is what you deserve. Reward for being a disobedient bitch.” Your legs shook as another wave, smaller than the first rolled through you. The bandana in your mouth was wet and you could feel excess saliva dripping over your lips and running down your cheeks and chin as you rolled your head to the side, wanting to escape Linda before she could toy with you any longer. Your hips jolted as her attention focused on your sensitive clit and you tried to squirm away, clamping your legs shut, but without your hands there was nothing you could do to block her. “You think your poor little pussy is sensitive now, you’re gonna be in for a rough night.” Roger grasped your hair and pulled your head up slightly so you could watch Linda burying her face between your legs. “She’s doing a wonderful job isn’t she?” He forced you to nod up and down, agreeing with him, and you felt tears shake loose and fall down your cheeks, “Are you ready to behave?” You did you best to say ‘yes’ but it was muddled by the gag and the way your voice shook as Linda continued to tear you apart. Roger untied the knot at the back of your head and pulled the bandana away from your mouth, soaked with your spit. Your cries were louder now that you weren’t gagged, but that only seemed to encourage your tormentors.   “Ple-e-ease, no mmmm-oore,” you managed to choke out. “Hearing you beg makes me so fucking hard.” As if you needed proof, he pushed his pants down, setting his cock free, “Now, tell me, what are you going to do next?” “Wh-at ever S-sir and Ma’a-am want,” “Good, you’re learning.” He gently rubbed his thumb over your cheek, stroking himself with his other hand, “Think it’s time to put that pretty mouth of yours to use though, since I like it so much.” He echoed your words from earlier as he kicked his pants off entirely and kneeled on the bed next to you, pushing himself between your lips.  

Your bound hands and the angle of your head made it difficult to move freely up and down his shaft. Roger solved this problem by holding your head up while he fucked your mouth, working himself deeper and making you gag. Linda was still between your legs, alternating between sucking on your clit and flicking it with her tongue as she roughly fingered you, drawing more noises from you that only encouraged Roger to use your mouth harder. You couldn’t decide who to focus on, one moment only interested in the shockwaves Linda sent through you, the next distracted by Roger telling you what a perfect whore you were. You tugged on your restraints as every muscle in your body tensed against the onslaught of pleasure and you were pushed into another orgasm. Roger slammed into you again, pushing as deep into your throat as he could and holding you there. “Fuck, feels so good to have you choking on my cock. Gonna make me cum soon. You love being a good girl and swallowing Sir’s cum don’t you?” You moaned your assent but Roger only laughed as he pulled out of you, letting your head drop back to the bed, heaving for air.   “Such a greedy little cum slut, but I don’t think you’ve behaved well enough to earn that yet.” He started stroking himself again and you only had a moment to screw your eyes shut before he was finishing over your face with a groan. Linda noticed what was happening and sat up to watch, finally giving your cunt a break from the endless attention. You held as still as possible as you felt hot spurts of cum hit your cheeks and chin and lips. The next thing you felt was Linda crawling up your body and licking along your cheek. You opened one eye cautiously and saw Roger sitting back watching Linda cleaning up the mess.   “Our little slut learnt her lesson?” she questioned, trailing her finger over your chin and bringing the cum she collected to her lips. “Yes Ma’am,” you said, voice shaking slightly. “She’s getting there,” came Roger’s voice from further down the bed, “but she still has trouble knowing when to keep quiet apparently.” Linda giggled as she leaned down to lick the last traces of Roger’s cum from your lip, pushing it into your mouth with her tongue. You sighed into the kiss, relaxing more than you had since you sat down on Roger’s lap hours earlier.  

The shrill shriek of the phone rang through the room, the unexpected loudness making Linda jump as she pulled away from the kiss. You hissed as you felt a sting and tasted blood and you realised Linda had bitten your lip in her shock.   “Sorry, sweetie,” Linda said quietly as Roger moved to answer the phone. “‘s alright,” you ran your tongue over your split lip, noticing the way Linda was staring. Definitely something to bring up at home.   “That was the front desk,” Roger said as he put the phone down, “they weren’t able to get everything we asked for, but someone’s gonna bring up what they did find.” Your stomach tightened as you remembered the crumpled paper from earlier. It had been completely pushed from your mind in the wake of everything else but you were sure whatever was written on it was going to be used against you. Linda clapped her hands excitedly which only confirmed your suspicions. “What do you mean ‘everything’? What are they bringing up?” You asked, failing to keep your voice calm as you jerked at your restraints. “You’ll find out soon enough,” Linda cooed, tapping your nose, “think I better give you something else to focus on though.” She rolled off you, pulling off her underpants as she moved up the bed. Turning so the headboard was behind her, she placed a leg on either side of your head and lowered herself onto your mouth. She was dripping, having spent so long torturing you without getting off herself. You flicked your tongue back and forth over her pussy, as she rocked her hips, already panting as her orgasm approached.   “Fuck, Y/N,” she moaned softly as you circled her clit, “such a good slut, gonna make me, oh! Make me, god fuck,” she rutted against your tongue until her legs shook and her juices dripped into your waiting mouth. You slowly licked along her cunt, collecting every last drop, relishing the tangy, salty taste. Her hands dropped to your breasts, squeezing them as she continued to rock her hips above you. She left one hand there as the other trailed down your body, coming to a halt when she reached your clit. She pressed her thumb to it, rubbing small fast circles that had you whining against her pussy. The short reprieve you’d been allowed meant you weren’t quite as painfully sensitive as you had been though it was still enough to make you try to squirm away from her touch.

You felt a hand wrap around your ankle as it kicked out in your effort to escape. The bed dipped slightly as Roger settled himself at the end, rubbing your legs as Linda’s fingers left you, and it was only then you realised he’d left the room.   “I’ve left the stuff on the table over there.” He said to Linda as he pushed your legs wide, sliding his cock through your wet folds.   “How m-much of it did we get?” a small stutter the only indication she was still using your mouth. “Most of it, actually.” Roger buried himself completely in your cunt.   A moan was pushed from your throat as Roger began pounding into you but it went unnoticed as they continued their conversation. You thrust your tongue into Linda, but other than a small pause as she gasped it didn’t interrupt them. You moaned again, louder this time, but they kept ignoring you, treating you like nothing but a set of holes for them to use, a way for them to get off. You were torn, half stupidly aroused by the idea of existing for their use alone, half desperate for some kind of recognition. You found yourself hoping for one of them to touch your clit again, no matter how painful it was, doing everything in your limited power to get their attention. Judging by the way Linda’s speech fell away to be replaced by a series of higher and higher ‘oh’s, she was getting close, and that made you double down on your efforts, switching between tonguing her roughly and sucking on her clit. Before you could be rewarded with her orgasm though, she removed herself from your face. “Want to cum on your cock Rog” she whined as she crawled towards him. He withdrew from your cunt as he pulled her into position over you. Her face was above yours, just out of reach of your hungry lips. She mewled, closing her eyes, as Roger thrust into her a few times. Your hips jerked upwards, rutting against thin air in your desperation to have him inside you again. Roger obliged, pushing into you with a grunt, before switching back to her. You watched Linda’s mouth fall open, wishing she’d drop her lips to meet yours, or let you lavish her neck with kisses and love bites, but knowing you were lucky to be receiving the attention you were and that if you pushed it you ran the risk of losing it entirely. “So close,” she whined over and over, pushing back against Roger as he rammed into her again. Roger leaned forward and muttered something in her ear, before he withdrew from her and entered you again. Linda’s eyes shot open and she reached up to free one of your hands. Holding it tightly, she brought it up to her lips, sucking two of your fingers into her mouth for a moment before bring it down to press against her clit. She held you there as Roger thrust into her again, pushing her harder against your fingers as you rubbed her clit steadily. You could tell she was right there as both you and Roger worked to pull her over the edge, moaning at you not to stop until she was trembling and collapsing on to you. “Oh, fuck,” Roger gasped as she clenched around him, making him hit his release. He pulled out of her as he came, and you felt his warm seed dripping onto you from where it was leaking out of Linda. You were still rubbing Linda as she rode out her orgasm, your chest bursting with pride at being such a useful object, able to please the other two enough to make them cum.

Linda rolled off you, panting, and Roger moved to untie your still bound hand. “How’re you doing?” he asked softly, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your wrist. “Good, Rog,” you breathed out. “Not tempted to safe word?” “Hasn’t even crossed my mind.” “That’s my girl,” he said pressing his lips to your temple. You had a moment to breathe deeply before all trace of soft, caring Roger were gone, replaced once again by your Sir who demanded control. He grabbed you by the throat again to haul you to your knees, readjusting his grip as you pressed your back against his chest. “You ready to find out what was on that paper?” “Yes, Sir,” your voice was small as the anticipation and nerves made you tremble slightly, your stomach full of butterflies. Linda moved away to collect the brown bag that had been delivered and came back to kneel in front of you.   “I am so excited to try these on you.” You whimpered as you realised she had pulled out a set of nipple clamps.   “You want me to put them on?”   You nodded, breath shaky and body tingling at the very notion. “Why don’t you ask me then, tell me you want it.” She held up a clamp so you could see it, the black rubber on the ends making a dull sound as she opened and shut them. “Please, Ma’am. Please put them on me.” Linda’s smile widened as she leaned forward and took your left nipple in her fingers, rolling it to a stiff peak. Roger was still holding you by the throat, through his grip had slackened, and he was leaving a trail of chaste kisses over the back of your neck and shoulders. You gasped as Linda let the clamp close around your nipple, the sensation diametrically opposed to the soft feel of Roger’s lips. “That okay?” she asked as she adjusted the tightness, “don’t want it to hurt, just squeeze,” “It’s good, doesn’t hurt,” you said as the pinch you’d first felt settled into a dull ache. Linda moved to your right nipple to attach the second clamp and you couldn’t help but arch your back eagerly, making Linda chuckle. The light metal chain that connected both clamps was cold as it knocked against your skin, and it was only once both clamps were attached that you noticed the second chain, trailing down past your stomach. “One more,” Linda said as she ran her fingers along your slit, collecting the fresh wave of wetness that had been elicited by the clamps and bringing it up to rub your clit, “And you thought you were sensitive before.” She leaned down, kissing your clit once before she put the clamp in place, looking up at you as she adjusted the screw. “How’s that feel,” Roger asked, letting go of your hair. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, needing to take a few steadying breaths before you could reply, “fucking amazing, Sir.” You rolled your hips, panting as the clamp held you so deliciously tight. “What about this?” He pulled on the chain that hung between your breasts, sending a jolt through you that made you squeal. His laugh tickled your ear as he turned back to Linda, “What should we show her next?” Linda met your eyes as she spoke, “Well unfortunately they weren’t able to get me the crop I requested, so we’ll have to stick with a more traditional spanking.” You let the two of them move you into position, on all fours over Roger’s lap. Roger rubbed your arse, sending excited shivers up your spine, before he slid his hand up over your back to hold you in place.  

Linda started out with a few shallow strikes, enough to make you hiss at the small sting they left, but not enough to actually hurt, the chain from the clamps jangling softly with each one. Suddenly she hit you much harder, catching you off guard and making your arms buckle slightly. “You can do what you like with her cunt Rog, just keep clear of her arse.” Roger slipped three fingers into you, holding them still as Linda hit you again. It was hard enough to make you jolt forward, changing the angle of Roger’s fingers and making the clamps jangle louder as you let a whine escape. Roger began fingering you in earnest with a series of short sharp thrusts that were pushed deeper every time Linda spanked you. Between the two of them and the incredible way the clamp on your clit was squeezing you, it wasn’t long before you were coming undone with a moan. Linda rubbed over the pink spots she’d created as you shivered through your orgasm, soothing the warm sting.   “Good girl,” Roger cooed as he brought his fingers to a stop again, leaving them inside you, and rubbing your back with his other hand. Linda came round to your front, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “Remember what I looked like after the first time the three of us did this? I had all sorts of bruises and marks up and down my body. I couldn’t wear shorts for a whole week because you’d so thoroughly covered my thighs. And don’t even get me started on my tits. What I mean is, think it’s time I return the favour.” You whimpered as she walked away from your again, the seconds before the next strike dragging on as she moved around the room. Roger kept his hand on your back to stop you from turning to watch, pulling his fingers out of your cunt so he could play with the chain that fell from your tits. Your breath hitched as he pulled the chain upwards and then let it drop, swinging down to hit your skin again. The next thing you knew was a whoosh sound as Linda brought a belt down against your skin. “Fuck!” you cried out as you collapsed completely. “Get her back up for me,” Roger grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling your arse back into the air and then pushed his fingers back into your cunt. Your chest was still pressed against the bed when the belt hit you again, emphasising the pressure from the nipple clamps. She hit you again and again and again, Roger fingering you deep and hard, his other arm pulling you against him so you couldn’t wriggle away. Every swing of the leather seemed harder than the previous one until each blow had you screaming and crying into the sheets beneath you. All the while the clamp on your clit held strong, constantly stimulating you, bringing you closer to another orgasm. “Every time you hit her, she clenches round my fingers. Think our slut might be enjoying herself.” Linda paused, her touch gentle as she soothingly rubbed your arse, but still making you flinch. “Gonna give you three more, okay?” “Yes, Ma’am,” you choked out, voice muffled in the bedding. “And I want you to count them off, nice and loud. So get you’re head up now.”   You pushed yourself back up on your hands shakily.   “Here we go.” The belt whipped through the air, landing on your arse with a sharp thwack. “One!” you yelled, struggling to stay upright as she lay the belt gently against your lower back. Roger reached around and carefully removed one of the nipple clamps. Your breast throbbed as blood rushed back to your nipple but you didn’t have long to dwell on it before Linda was bringing the belt down on you again. “Two!” Roger removed the second clamp, faster this time, flooding your chest with a warm tingly sensation that was more painful than the actual clamp had been. “Last one,” Linda warned before she hit you again, pulling another cry from your throat. “Three-e-e!” You said through your tears. The moment you clenched around Roger’s fingers he removed the clamp from your clit. It felt similar to the way your nipples felt but heightened, throbbing and hot and almost too much. This time when you collapsed no one pulled you back up. You rolled onto your side as you tried to stop sobbing, not wanting anything to touch your nipples or your bum. Roger ran his hand up and down your thigh to calm you as Linda dropped the belt and kneeled at your head. She reached out to stroke your hair softly. “Oh, sweetie. That hurt didn’t it.” “Yes, Ma’am,” you said tearfully. “And removing those clamps made you all sore, didn’t they?” “Yes, Ma’am,”   “Good. That was the point. Now what do you say?” “Thank you, Ma’am. Thank you, Sir.” “Good girl,” she pressed her lips to your temple, “Are you okay?” You took a couple of deep breaths to stem the flow of tears, “Yes.” “Do you want to use your safe word?” You considered for a moment but now that the immediate pain was subsiding you felt okay, “No, I wanna continue.” “You sure? You don’t have to.” “I’m sure. Kinda curious to see how my clit works after the clamp,” Linda chuckled as she leaned in to kiss you softly before she looked back at Roger, “you happy to keep going?” “If Y/N is okay, absolutely. Haven’t had a chance to fuck her properly yet.”

With that Roger lifted your legs off his lap so he could scoot out from under you. He took his cock in his hand stroking his a few times as he pulled one of your legs up into the air, letting you stay on your side so as not to further irritate your stinging body. You propped you head up on one arm to watch as he pushed into you, leaning your leg against his shoulder and neck as he set a harsh pace. Linda grabbed your free hand and pulled it between her legs. “Gonna be a good girl and make me cum aren’t you, otherwise there’ll be consequences.” You nodded, unable to form coherent words as Roger began rubbing your clit. The clamp had left you extra responsive to his touch, still tingling slightly from its removal and feeling every stroke more acutely. You tried to focus on Linda pulling your fingers into her core, encouraging you to finger fuck her but the way Roger was drawing circles round your clit with his thumb had your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moaned out your release. He kept stimulating your clit as he pounded into you, drawing your orgasm out until your moans turned to painful whines and pleas for him to stop. The hyper-responsiveness in the wake of the clamp had fast become hyper-sensitivity to the point of pain. “Sir, please it’s too much,” “I’ll stop when your pretty little cunt is full of my cum. You clench around me so fucking tightly when I touch your clit, shouldn’t take long.” You let your arm fall back to the mattress, biting down on it to muffle your whimpers as Roger continued his relentless pace, grabbing onto your stinging bum for leverage. His thrusts became more erratic as he neared his peak, releasing into you with a string of grunted curses. As soon as he’d left your core Linda was pulling you up to your knees, your back against her chest. You watched as Roger found his discarded pants and reached into his pocket, pulling out his pack of smokes and a lighter. He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag on it, as Linda reached down to swipe up the cum that was leaking out of you. Once her fingers were coated, she brought them up to your mouth, making you suck them clean. “Taste good?”

You hummed, unable to speak around her fingers. “And was that fucking worth it?” She pulled her fingers free and lay a short sharp slap to your clit that would have had you doubled over in pain if she hadn’t been holding you up, “Told you to make me cum or there’d be consequences, so now you gotta face them.” She pushed you forwards, your hands hitting the mattress with a thud, as she turned to dig through the bag again. “Oh, you poor dumb slut,” Roger laughed, waving his cigarette through the air, “too fucked out to pay attention. I know what’s in that bag and you are fucking in for it.” You could hear Linda moving around behind you but you kept your eyes glued to Roger as you sat back on your knees, not wanting to make matters worse for yourself. He offered you his cigarette and you gladly took a long drag to try and stop the trembling in your hands.   “After that spanking, I wasn’t going to pull this out. Decided you’d been through enough for the moment. But plans change.” At a signal from Linda, Roger placed the smoke back between his lips and grabbed your arms, pulling you down onto your back, your head at the edge of the bed. You raised your head as you felt Linda bend your legs and kneel between them, surprised to see her wearing a harness, a bright pink dildo protruding from the front. “Thought it was time I got my own one of these, and I’m glad I did since you seem to like cock so fucking much,” With that she slowly pushed into you, drawing almost all the way out before sinking in again deeper. She drew unintelligible whines from you with every thrust but it wasn’t until she was fully sheathed inside you that she let out her own soft moan. “But being fucked again isn’t really a punishment for you, is it?” You were silent, biting on your lip to stop from begging her to move. “I said, it’s not a punishment is it, slut?” She said as she slapped your thigh, jolting you enough to make you whimper. “No, Ma’am, it’s not,” “Good thing I’ve got this, then.” She reached down and picked up a small thin vibrator which she held against your clit. Even without turning it on, it made you jolt. “Please don’t Ma’am, I’m sorry. I’ll pay attention properly next time. I’ll lick your cunt again right now. Please, sit on my face or spank me again, please, anything but that.” You begged, breath coming faster. “Nice try, sweetie, but if you don’t listen to me why should I listen to you,” With that she turned the vibrator on and began thrusting into you properly, building her rhythm. Your clit felt like it was on fire, the force of the vibrations when you were already so sensitive making you howl. You tried to wiggle free, but Linda was having none of it, slapping your thigh whenever your squirming started up again. The worst part was that you could feel your orgasm building again, behind the pain, and part of you was terrified she’d stop before you could cum again. Roger was still standing over you, he moved away at one point to find an ashtray but, when he came back, he held down your arms to stop you from thrashing about so much. Linda removed the vibrator from you for a moment, letting you catch your breath, and you vaguely wondered what people in the rooms nearby must be making of your wails. But then it was back against you, pressing so hard you were almost going numb, and every other thought was shaken from your head. You whimpered the word ‘please’ over and over, knowing it wasn’t working but unable to form any other words. “Rog, be a doll and shut her up,” you heard Linda pant and the next thing you knew Roger’s cock was in your throat, fucking you at an equally bruising pace. You were trapped between them, hands fisted in the sheets as you drew closer and closer to your orgasm. Roger swore as you gagged around him, leaning over to pull on your nipples. Your body shuddered as your orgasm rippled through you, stronger than you thought it would be with how close to numb your clit felt. Linda removed the vibrator from you, pressing it instead against her own clit until she came, slowing her thrusts back down to a stop. Roger pushed himself into your throat completely and you half expected him to pull out and cum on your face again. Instead he released your nipples, coming undone with your muffled whine.  

You were still twitching slightly as Roger picked you up and moved you to the middle of the bed, breathe ragged after he’d used your throat so harshly. He pushed your hair back off your face and squeezed your hand, bringing it up to his lips as he praised you for taking so much. “Was I a good toy?” you asked quietly. “Better than good. Fucking brilliant.” He pulled you into a soft, firm kiss, wiping a tear from your cheek.   “Thank you,” you smiled against his shoulder as he pulled you into his arms. Linda returned, having removed the harness, now carrying a warm washcloth. You gingerly cleaned yourself up, before falling back against the pillows, laughing softly as Linda peppered your jaw with kisses. Once you’d thrown the washcloth into the mess of clothes on the floor Linda turned your head, dropping her lips to yours. Both of them threw their arms over you, pulling another laugh from you as they squished you between them. “When I’m not feeling quite so sore and drained, you’re gonna have to tell me what else was on that list. Show me what else you got.”   “Naturally,” Roger said against your neck, “Might have to go for a walk tomorrow and see if we can’t find the shop that concierge bird said she got all this from.” “Might have to play around with those clamps some more, see if you can get away with wearing them under your shirt. I’ve got a couple of ideas.” You shivered slightly at the prospect. “Let the poor girl get some rest before you go planning out how to torment her next,” “Don’t worry, Rog, I’ve got a couple ideas of my own.”

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Hii hopefully I’m not late & these are still open~! I’m back with my slightly nsfw ask lol

can I get a ranking or your thoughts on which elves, in a modern au ( elves and other still exist ), but who do you think would have an only fans, who would do full on porn videos for their more “raunchier” kinks, or maybe who’d have both one for the “hardcore/harder” kinks do porn videos am for their lighter stuff do only fans, & finally who wouldn’t do this at all. I’ve added something to this also who’s out here letting their s/o help them with their photos/videos they post ( also who’s letting s/o peg them for said video or maybe choose some nice lingerie for them 👀 )

I think I may resend this with a slightly different approach when you have the full requests open I got certain elves im dying to know more in detail :•P

Until then have a lovely day as always 💖💖

My long-awaited question!!! AHHHH. I have thought about this so much, maybe too much. Okay, I tried to see how much I could add cause I whipped out my horny brain for this lol. I hope this was to your liking for now

Only Fans:

CELEGORM - (don't think anyone would be unsurprised; he does everything)

FINGON - (heard everyone talking about it and because he has a nice body to show off)

Glorfindel - (lost a bet but later enjoyed the thrill of it.)

Finrod - (only for masturbating vids; his s/o helps with aesthetics and bkg set up)

Egalmoth - (only because he lost a bet he has an account but prefers porn vids)

Professional Pornstars

FEANOR - (one of the highest-paid and bossiest as well. Works with only the best and those into BDSM because he's kinky af; the only person who can peg him is his s/o)

Maedhros - (upcoming hottie who is storming the world with his handsomeness and perfect body. Not into the heavy BDSM kinks like daddy but that size kink *lips bite*)

CELEGORM - (he's down for anything, even if it's considered too raunchy, Celegorm is down for it. Those who worked with him complain about his cockiness; would fight you before you can peg him, dom af)

CURUFIN - (a closet BDSM freak. Classy, elegance and sophisticated freak; you will never suspect he's into the heavy stuff; you want to peg him, tie him up, but off camera)

Fingon - (lovely to work with and a sweetheart, makes friends with everyone. Loves pegging on and off camera and is down to try new stuff, just not heavy BDSM; a switch that still gravitates towards dom)

Finrod - (a ray of bigger sunshine than Fingon but with class and elegance. Into burlesque theme roleplay and loves to wear pretty lingerie. Yes, no problem being pegged on and off but prefers on camera)

ECTHELION - (another closet BDSM freak. Does not let anyone peg him except one person (guess). Only dominant roles and never subs; wants to be called daddy or master. Pleasant to work with and rich)

Glorfindel - (Collabs with Ecthelion and Egalmoth for threesomes and more. Works well with everyone minus Feanor, Celegorm and Curufin. Down for almost anything that isn't overly painful and heavy)

EGALMOTH - (freaky baby over here alert! Has a record for the craziest positions attempted (yes, he has beaten Celegorm). Has a preference for master/servant roles)

Not Into It:

Caranthir (he's probably the manager for some of them)

Maglor (music maker)

Celebrimbor (don't give the baby a heart attack)

Fingolfin (I think the pride stick is too big to try this)

Turgon (need I explain)

Finarfin (wanted to but opted out last minute)

Rog (not his cup of tea)

[mistrose23]

Make me - B. Hardy

Summary: The reader and Ben are at a BoRhap party, when things are getting heated. Ben takes the reader upstairs to teach her a lesson

WARNINGS: Smut, jealousy, language, dom/sub, rough sex, orgasm denial, choking, etc. 18+ ONLY

WORD COUNT: 8773

They were at a Bohemian Rhapsody cast party at Roger Taylor’s house. Rami was with Lucy, Gwilym with his fiancée, Joe was alone, and Ben was with his girlfriend Y/N. Ben and Y/N have been together for four years and they were living together for two years. Y/N was wearing a very skin-tight red top with a tight black leather skirt. She picked red and leather, because Ben loves the colour red on her and whenever she wore leather, it drove him insane. On top of that, her lips were painted red, just like her nails. What he didn’t know was that she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath it. If he knew that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress, she would be punished. Normally Ben was the dominant one in the bedroom and Y/N loved to be a sub. Roleplaying was also a thing they did regularly. BDSM too was a thing that occurred from time to time.

Right now, Ben his hand was placed firmly on Y/N’s waist and every now and then, his hand slipped to her ass. Rami and Lucy were nowhere to be found, they were probably fucking in one off the bedrooms in the house. Gwilym and his fiancée were seated in the living room and they were talking to Brian May and his wife Anita. Roger was talking to Ben and Y/N and Joe decided to tag alone.

‘So, Y/N, fancy another drink?’ Roger asked when he saw that her glass was empty.

‘Oh, please, sir,’ Y/N replied politely.

Roger smirked. ‘No need to call me sir, sweetheart.’

Ben his grip tightened around his waist. ‘I can also get it for you, love.’

He pulled her closer to his body and pressed a kiss behind her ear. Y/N started to realize that her man was getting a little bit jealous. Wouldn’t it be nice if she would mess with his head a little bit more? Before Ben could make any attempt to get new drinks, Roger already walked away. Ben pressed his lips together in a firm line and he watched Roger. In the mean time, Joe started to talk to Y/N. While they were talking, she noticed that Joe was already a bit tipsy. He was standing really close to Y/N and he was a bit stumbling. Thank God that Ben did not see this, because when he did, he would be so jealous. Roger returned and Y/N smiled, because he came back with two bottles of liquor and a couple of shot glasses. He stood still next to Y/N and he winked at her.

‘Tequila shots for the lads,’ Roger grinned. ‘Vodka for the lady.’

‘Thank you, Roger,’ Y/N winked back, and she touched his bicep.

‘Ben, you should to a belly button shot on Y/N,’ Joe giggled.

First, he looked at Y/N with a clenched jaw, of course he had seen the winks between her and Roger. But then he looked at her unsure. ‘Love, are you okay with that?’

Roger patted him on shoulder. ‘You really should, mate. Believe me when I say that it is amazing.’

‘You can do it, Ben,’ Y/N said.

She took Roger’s hand, placed herself on the kitchen counter and she pulled up her shirt, just underneath her boobs. With her legs, she pulled Ben to the edge of the counter and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Then, she leant with her elbows on the counter, so that she could look at his face.

‘Pour the tequila over me, Rog,’ Y/N said with a wink.

Roger did what she asked, and he poured the tequila in her belly button. The cold liquor startled her, and she felt goose bumps rise on her skin. But something else happened too, something that she didn’t notice.

‘Ben, mate, I don’t think your girl is wearing a bra tonight,’ Joe said, and he licked his lips.

Y/N blushed, and Ben hit Joe against his chest. His jaw was clenched. ‘Mate, you cannot say that.’

‘Ben, just drink the tequila,’ Y/N ordered him. ‘Otherwise I will let Roger or Joe do it.’

Something changed in his eyes and his head moved to her body immediately. Without hesitation, he slurped the liquid out of her bellybutton. Y/N shivered and out of reflex, she grabbed his hair. Her back also arched and maybe a soft moan left her mouth. She felt Ben smile and he made a trail of kisses to the waistband of her pants.

‘Ben!’ she huffed, and she pushed his head away.

Ben looked at her with a smirk and he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand. ‘I think Y/N needs a drink.’

Roger and Joe were looking at the two with an open mouth. They knew that Ben and Y/N were really open about their relationship, but they hadn’t seen this before. Roger had to admit, that looked hot.

‘Yeah, of course,’ Joe replied, and he took the vodka bottle.

Y/N pulled her shirt down and slowly she slid off the kitchen counter. ‘Joey, can you give me my glass?’

‘I have a better idea, open up, babe,’ Joe said a with a wink.

Y/N laughed, winked back and obeyed. Joe poured the vodka in her mouth. He was a little bit too enthusiastic, because some of the liquor dripped out of her mouth. Or, to be more precise, the liquor dripped from her chin, to her neck and throat and then down into her shirt.

‘Oh, let me help you with that,’ Joe said and out of nowhere, he licked the vodka away from her neck.

Y/N blushed, and she locked eyes with Ben. He was seeing red and his fist were clenched. Roger was looking at the three full confusion, but he also smiled. It reminded him of his past.

Y/N patted Joe on his chest. ‘Oh, you naughty boy.’

She was still watching Ben and at this moment, he was fuming. Roger saw this and he grabbed Joe by his neck.

‘It’s time to leave these two alone,’ Roger said to Joe and he dragged him away.

Ben grabbed her wrist and he dragged her further into the kitchen. He slammed her body against a cupboard.

‘What were you doing, love?’ Ben whispered in her ear and he kissed her earlobe.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ben?’ Y/N said, and she tried not to moan.

Ben chuckled darkly and he looked at her intensely. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ben.’

Y/N rolled her eyes at him. ‘Don’t mock me.’

Ben placed his hands flat against the cupboard. He gazed at her and she felt extremely trapped and naked. ‘Don’t tell me what to do. And don’t roll your eyes at me. You know what I like to with disrespectful girls.’

Y/N gulped. ‘I’m sorry, sir. I won’t do it again.’

‘So, will you just tell me what happened between you and my best mate?’ Ben asked again.

‘Nothing,’ Y/N answered. ‘I just wanted to tease you a little bit. You’re looking really good in that blouse.’

Ben smirked. ‘Really?’

Y/N didn’t trust the way he looked at her. ‘Yes. Especially now that you unbuttoned it a little bit. It gives me a perfect view on your chest.’

‘Oh love,’ Ben smirked. ‘I love how you think that you can talk your way out of this. Well, I got bad news for you. In a minute I will take you upstairs with me and I will fuck you. I’m going to show Joe and Roger and in fact, I’m going to show everybody here that you belong to me. They will hear you scream my name. They will hear you beg for me. They will fucking hear you cum. And they will know that I fucked you that good. Do you understand?’

Y/N released a breath that she didn’t know that she was holding in. He was so jealous. All because she was talking to Roger this night and because Joe showed interest in her. She loved it. Normally, she is a total sub for him, but now she was going to make him work for it. Ben loved a challenge.

‘Yes, sir,’ Y/N complied. ‘Take me upstairs.’

‘Very well, princess,’ Ben smiled, and he kissed her jawline. He even nibbled at it. ‘Let’s go.’

He released her wrists and he took one of her hands in his. Joe sat next to Gwilym on the couch and they were talking and drinking with Brian and Roger. Lucy and Rami were still missing and Gwilym’s fiancée was gossiping with Anita. When Ben and Y/N walked past the lads, Joe shot Y/N a glance.

‘Rog, we are heading upstairs for a bit,’ Ben announced loudly to the lads.

‘What are you going to do, mate?’ Joe asked curiously. His eyes were blown, and his cheeks were red from the alcohol.  

Gwilym and Brian shot him a glare, because obviously everyone in the room could imagine what Ben wanted to do to his insanely hot girlfriend.

‘Nothing that concerns you, mate,’ Ben said with a devilish smirk.

Roger grinned and he gave Ben a thumbs up.

But Joe couldn’t drop it and he giggled. ‘Oh, I know. You’re going to punish Y/N for the little teasing we did in the kitchen.’

Ben blushed a bit, but he shook it off. ‘Let’s go, Y/N.’

‘Wait,’ Y/N said.

She grabbed Ben his shoulder, so that her lips touched his ear. ‘Maybe Joe should tag along. I bet he can make me cum within seconds. His fingers are so long, and you must have seen his cock once. I bet he is big. Just look at the jeans he is wearing now. Fuck, Ben.’

Ben released her hand and he looked at her furiously. ‘What did you just say?’

Y/N smirked, and she placed her hand on his chest. ‘You heard me. Should I ask him?’

She made a move to turn around but within a second, her back was pushed against the wall. His right hand was wrapped around her throat and he applied a little bit of pressure. Y/N gasped, she loved this side of Ben. She loved it when he was angry or jealous. His eyes were dark and glued on hers, and his jaw was clenched again.

‘Take it back,’ he ordered her. ‘Apologise to me.’

Only now she noticed that the room fell silent. She bet that everyone was trying to look at them, but Ben his broad back was blocking their vision. Tears were forming in her eyes. He was humiliating her in front of his friends, something he loved to do.

‘Make me,’ Y/N dared him.

‘Excuse me?’ he replied, and his nose touched hers.

‘I said,’ Y/N said, and she bit his underlip softly. ‘Make. Me.’

Ben growled. ‘Maybe my big cock in your filthy mouth will help. What do you say?’

Y/N gasped, and she felt her pussy getting wet. Ben released her throat and instead he grabbed her wrist. With force, he dragged her out of the living room and upstairs. He almost ripped the door off the hinges, and he pushed Y/N inside. She couldn’t do anything else but stare at the man in front of her. God, he looked so good when he was angry and jealous. He faced her and he made eye contact with her.

‘Lay on the bed,’ he ordered her. ‘You are not allowed to do anything. Do not touch yourself, do not undress yourself, do not look away. You can only look at me.’

Y/N knew it was for the best to just listen to him. So, she nodded and went to the bed. She laid down and eyed him. Ben eyed her as well and he unbuttoned his blouse aggressively. When the buttons didn’t want to unbutton, Ben growled and ripped his blouse off. Y/N breathed heavily, and she felt herself getting extremely wet. His shoes and pants came off after. He stomped towards the bed and he grabbed Y/N’s chin forcefully.

‘Listen here, princess,’ he growled. ‘I do not tolerate that stunt you pulled downstairs. You are mine and I am yours. Only I am allowed to fuck you. Not Joe. And you cannot flirt with Roger. You are for my eyes only, princess. As a punishment, I will spank you for being disrespectful. And after the spanking, I expect an apology from you. Do you fucking understand?’

Y/N trembled, and she nodded quickly. He was so hot right now and he knew it. He knew that he had this effect on her. ‘Yes, sir.’

‘Good,’ he said, and he sat down on the bed as well. ‘Don’t touch yourself. Don’t touch me. And count with me.’

He roughly lifted her ass up in the air and he pushed her head down. Without a warning, he spanked her ass hard. Y/N let out a huff, but she enjoyed it. He spanked her ten times, five times for Joe and five times for Roger. Ben switched between the ass cheeks and each spanking was rougher. When he finished, he rubbed her ass softly and he slid his hands around her waist. His pointer fingers were so close to her pussy.

‘I am so sorry for being disrespectful, sir,’ Y/N whined. Ben’s fingers moved slowly to her pussy and unwillingly, she started to moan and whine even more. ‘I shouldn’t have let Joe lick my neck clean. You are the only one who is allowed to touch me intimately.’

Ben moved the skirt up and he groaned. She was not wearing panties. It was like she wanted him to punish her. He unzipped the skirt and he slowly pulled it off of her.

‘You are not wearing panties,’ he stated. ‘And as Joe said, you are also not wearing a bra. He and Roger saw your beautiful nipples through the tight shirt that you’re wearing. Were you looking for trouble tonight, princess? You better don’t lie to me.’

‘I did it, because I love it when you get rough with me,’ Y/N confessed.

She was not allowed to touch herself and touch Ben, but she really needed his hands a little bit lower. He was almost touching her core.

‘Will you please touch me, Ben?’ she begged. ‘I’m aching for you. I need your touch.’

‘Oh, princess,’ Ben grinned, and he spanked her ass one more time. Y/N moaned again, and she felt a bit of her wetness dripping on her thigh. ‘You are so desperate.’

‘Ben, please,’ she whined.

His hands were so close, but he wasn’t doing anything, and Y/N couldn’t handle it.

‘Were do you want me to touch you, huh?’ Ben asked her softly.

‘My pussy,’ she cried. ‘Please.’

He pressed a kiss behind her ear, and he moved his left hand between her legs. Y/N gasped, and she had to control herself so badly, because she really wanted to press her body against his. With a very slow pace, Ben’s fingertips finally touched her pussy lips. Y/N moaned instantly, and she let her head rest against Ben’s chest.

‘Oh my, you are so wet, princess,’ Ben groaned, and he slipped his fingers further into her pussy. ‘Did I make you this wet? Is all this for me?’

Y/N nodded. ‘Yes, yes, Ben! You did this to me. You made me this wet. Only you.’

‘Good,’ he said, his voice sounded husky. ‘How does it feel, princess?’

‘So fucking good,’ Y/N panted. ‘Can you scissor me, sir?’

‘Of course, princess,’ Ben said, and he pressed a kiss against her temple.

His right hand found her breast and he started to squeeze it. His thumb and his pointer finger were rubbing her nipple and with his left hand, he inserted two fingers inside her. First he let her get used to it but seeing and hearing that she was a moaning mess, he knew that she could handle it. Slowly he started to spread his fingers, so that he was scissoring her. Y/N cried, and her hands were gripping the blankets underneath her, remembering that she wasn’t allowed to touch Ben.

‘Is this what you wanted?’ he asked her.

‘Y-yes,’ Y/N breathed. ‘Please, Ben.’

He chuckled and withdrew his hand. ‘No. You don’t deserve it, you naughty girl.’

‘B-Ben,’ Y/N whined, and she turned around to face him. ‘No, please. I need you.’

He licked his fingers clean, while maintaining eye contact with Y/N. ‘No, princess. You have been a bad girl. I do not listen to bad girls.’

The only thing that Y/N could do, was watch him. His long pointer finger disappeared in his mouth and Y/N moved closer to Ben. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted him inside of her. And she would make sure that that would happen tonight.

‘Sir, may I take off my shirt?’ Y/N asked.

‘Yes, princess,’ Ben said, and he watched her. ‘From now on, you may touch me again.’

Y/N pulled the shirt over her head and her breasts were free. She was completely naked now and Ben loved it. He immediately latched his mouth on one of her breasts and he started to lick it and kiss it and suck it. Y/N’s hands grabbed Ben’s hair and she tugged his hair, which resulted in a groan from Ben. She kissed his neck and she sucked a hickey. Ben released himself from her breast and he attacked her mouth. His tongue slipped in her mouth and he kissed her furiously. He came onto her with so much force, that Y/N fell backwards with Ben on top of her and he was straddling her. They made out for a while and Y/N felt Ben’s dick getting hard. Perfect.

‘Ben,’ she whispered. ‘Fuck me, please.’

‘Not yet. I want you to ride my thigh first,’ Ben whispered in her ear and he took her earlobe in his mouth. He licked it and kissed it and Y/N moaned. ‘And I want you to dry hump me. I want you to make me cum with just your movements. You can do that for me, right princess?’

‘Yes, sir,’ Y/N nodded.

Ben took a different position, so that he was comfortably sitting and so that Y/N could sit on top of him. She wrapped her hands around his neck for a steady grip. Ben was only in his boxers and that meant that she could rub her pussy over his muscled thighs without any obstacles, like his pants or her panties. The blond man in front of her laid his big hands on her hips and he steadied her.

‘One more thing, princess,’ Ben said with a smirk and Y/N hummed. ‘You are not allowed to cum. Because disrespectful girls don’t cum. They have to earn it first. And after you let Joe touch you like he was me and after you let Roger flirt with you like he was me... I don’t know if you can prove yourself to me.’

‘Ben, no!’ Y/N whined. ‘I can be a good girl. I will prove it you.’

‘No arguing, princess,’ Ben said sternly. ‘Now, be a good girl and make me cum.’

She complied without arguing and she started to rub her pussy against his leg. His thighs were the best and Ben knew it. They were very muscular, so she could stimulate the nerves in her pussy with ease. She was panting already, and Ben’s rock-hard cock wasn’t helping either. It poked her bare pussy through his boxers and god, what a feeling. The tense muscles caused for extra friction and both felt the wetness drip on Ben his thigh. She continued to move back and forth on his leg.

‘Are you dripping already, princess?’ Ben mumbled and he started to kiss her.

The kiss was passionate. Y/N moaned in Ben’s mouth and she breathed rapidly. Her movements were getting rougher, but also longer. This was a sign for Ben that she was close. His leg was wet from her dripping core and he smirked during the kiss. He scratched her back with his nails and Y/N hissed.

‘Fuck, Ben, I’m so close,’ Y/N whimpered. ‘Can I please cum? I will give you such a good time.’

Ben chuckled and he kissed her neck. ‘No, princess. First, you have to make me cum. Then we can talk about you cumming tonight. I’m still not sure if you are allowed to cum at all.’

‘Ben, please,’ Y/N pleaded, and she frantically rubbed her pussy on Ben’s thigh. She pressed her forehead against his and she made eye contact with him. ‘Sir, I beg you. I would do anything for you.’

‘Not good enough, princess,’ Ben said with a fake pout. ‘Why don’t you start dry humping me, huh? I bet that will make me cum. Just looking at your tits bounce up and down will do the trick. Or just the feeling of your leaking core on my boxers. Maybe if I’m in a good mood, you can lick my cock clean. What do you say, princess?’

Y/N was trembling, and her mouth started to water. Was he serious? She couldn’t ask for more in this moment.

‘Please, please, please, sir,’ Y/N whispered.

‘Go on then,’ he encouraged her. He picked her up lightly and he moved her from his thigh to his lap. ‘My cock isn’t getting any harder.’

Y/N inhaled deeply, and she started to ride him. Ben immediately grunted and he moved his hands to her hips. He slowly helped her set a pace. His boxers were not comfortable anymore, but he wanted her to dry hump him. She kept on grounding her hips into his, while she released his shoulders. He watched her in anticipation, not knowing what she was doing. She slid the hair tie from her wrist, and she put her hair in a high ponytail. Ben’s eyes became dark, his jaw clenched, and he growled. She knew that this affected him every time they had sex.

‘Fuck, princess,’ Ben said, and he panted. ‘Keep going.’

Y/N did what the told her and she kept riding him. Her fingers were intertwined in his hair again and every now and then she pulled on his hair. That made him moan and gasp and Y/N enjoyed it. She continued to do it a little bit rougher so that her boobs were bouncing. Ben’s eyes went to her chest immediately and he gulped. Her tits were so close to his face and it made his mouth water. His dick poked Y/N’s entrance and she wished that he would cum soon, because then he would remove his boxers. That’s why she worked even harder on making him cum. Her lips were attached to his neck, were she kissed and sucked his skin. Ben was trembling underneath her. He grabbed her tighter and he moved his hips upwards, to guide her. As soon as Y/N dragged her pussy over his cock very slowly, Ben couldn’t control himself anymore. He came in his boxers and he exhaled rapidly and loudly. Y/N helped him come down from his high. He was breathing loudly, and his head rested against Y/N’s chest. Then, he softly pushed Y/N off of him. Ben undid himself from his boxers and Y/N looked at his length with big eyes. She couldn’t wait for the moment that her mouth was filled with his dick.

Ben grabbed her chin and he looked her in her eyes. ‘Lick me clean. And after that, I want you to wrap those red sinful lips around my cock. I want you to suck me like your life depends on it. If you make me cum again, I will think about letting you cum tonight.’

‘Thank you, sir,’ Y/N whimpered politely.

Ben laid back and he placed one of his hands behind his head. The other one made his way to the back of Y/N’s head and he grabbed her hair. Y/N lowered herself so that she could begin with the cleaning. She licked a long stripe from his inner thigh to his V-line. Ben hissed and he pulled at her hair. Y/N moaned, and the vibration caused an incredible sensation for Ben. After Y/N cleaned his inner thighs and the delicate skin around his dick, she swallowed all the remaining cum that she had in her mouth. While swallowing, she held eye contact with Ben. Ben groaned and he had to keep looking at her. Just seeing her swallow his cum and keeping the eye contact made his dick hard again. The blonde man saw a bit of his cum slip from the left corner of Y/N’s lips. Ben lifted his hand and he swept it away with his thumb. Then, he held out this thumb for her, waiting for Y/N to suck it off. She took his wrist in her hands and she brought his thumb to her mouth. Slowly she licked the cum off it and after that, she took his thumb in her mouth to suck it. Ben moaned again and his other hand moved to his dick and he began to stroke himself.

Y/N pulled back and she put her hand over his. ‘Please, let me.’

Ben watched her and nodded. He withdrew his hand and he allowed Y/N to touch his length. She started to pump it slowly, but that was enough for Ben. While Y/N was giving him an amazing hand job, Ben started to kiss her throat and neck. He left hickeys behind and he even bit her, carefully.

Y/N hissed and interrupted the hand job she was giving him. ‘Ben, did you bite me?’

Falling out of his role immediately, he looked at her shocked. ‘Yes, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?’

The woman smiled and she stroke his cheek. ‘Don’t worry, I liked it. You can do that more often if you want.’

Ben smiled and within a snap, he was back in character. He took her hand and watched her. ‘You better continue what you were doing, otherwise you will definitely not cum tonight.’

Y/N gulped, and she grabbed his cock again. She started to pump his length and she made sure to massage his balls with her other hand. Her thumb grazed the tip and Ben moaned. God, she was so good at this. The pumping was done in a tardy pace and Ben couldn’t handle it any longer. He needed more action, he wanted more friction. His cock was so hard, and he needed release, he didn’t care about the overstimulation.

‘Princess, suck my cock,’ he grunted. ‘Now.’

Without saying a word, Y/N lowered her head and she kissed the tip of his dick. Ben hissed and started complimenting his girl. She withdrew her hands, so that she could place them on his thighs. Y/N scratched him a little bit with her nails and she licked the thick vein on his length. Unwillingly, he arched his back a bit and because of that, his cock nudged against Y/N’s mouth. His cock was red throbbing, Ben was so fucking horny. Y/N wrapped her lips around his dick, and she began to lick it. Sometimes she pressed little kisses and other times she sucked. The results were the same, Ben whimpering above her. His hands were found in her hair, he had made a makeshift ponytail and he tugged on it harshly. That made Y/N moan and that send shivers down Ben’s spine. At one point, Y/N had taken all of what she could fit of his length in her mouth and from that moment Ben decided that he wanted to mouth fuck her. He bucked his hips and that caused tears in Y/N’s eyes and a gagging sound.

‘Come on, princess,’ Ben growled. ‘I know you can handle it. Would you like me to fuck you mouth?’

Y/N whimpered and nodded.

But Ben wasn’t pleased with that answer. ‘Words, princess. Use your words.’

Y/N released his dick from her mouth. A string of her spit dangled from her lips and she watched Ben. ‘Please, sir. Fuck my mouth.’

He grinned. ‘Of course, princess.’

Ben got up from the bed, one hand wrapped around his length so that he could stroke himself. With his other hand, he motioned Y/N to get off the bed as well. She did that right away and she stood in front of her man.

Ben his eyes bore into hers. ‘On your knees. Put your hands on my thighs and don’t even think about touching yourself.’

‘Yes, sir,’ Y/N whispered.

But before she sunk down to her knees, she closed the gap between both of them to kiss him. Ben was taken aback, but he kissed her back. He was dominate in everything. His tongue, his hands, his lips... he was dominate. Y/N bit his underlip and Ben moaned softly. The grip he had on her hips tightened, but then he pushed her off of him roughly. Y/N didn’t expect this and that’s why she stumbled and fell backwards.

‘On. Your. Knees. Princess,’ Ben growled ruthless.

Y/N whined, and she did what he asked.

Forcefully, he grabbed her chin. ‘Did I say that you could kiss me?’

She didn’t dare to talk, and she didn’t dare looking at him.

‘You better answer my question,’ he warned her. ‘And you better look at me when you speak to me.’

Y/N blinked and eyed him. ‘No, you didn’t.’

‘Then why did you?’ he asked.

‘B-because I love kissing you,’ she muttered. ‘You make me feel so good.’

Ben chuckled. ‘Then you should have asked. You know that I have to punish you now.’

Y/N pouted, and she looked at him apologetic. ‘Please, sir, no punishment. I will behave from now on.’

He chuckled again and something in his eyes changed. ‘You said that before, I don’t know if I can take you on your word anymore, you little brat.’

A whine left her mouth. ‘No, sir, please. You have to believe me.’

‘Ah, ah, ah,’ he stopped her. ‘I’m tired of your apologies. Shut up.’

‘Make me,’ Y/N said, and she raised her eyebrows. She didn’t know where this confidence came from, but she liked it. She liked it to go against Ben sometimes and she knew that he would appreciate it, afterwards.

First he stared at her. Did she really just say that to him? Then, he laughed, and he shook his head. But what happened next, startled Y/N. His eyes turned dark and with the hand that still held her chin, he forced her mouth open. Tears sprung in Y/N her eyes, but she didn’t make any sound. She was curious what he was going to do. Without any warning or what so ever, he shoved his length into her mouth and immediately he started to thrust it in and out her mouth.

Being surprised, Y/N gagged during the first couple of thrusts.

‘You fucking brat,’ Ben spat at her. ‘Who do you think you are, huh? Calling Roger “sir”, letting Joe lick liquor from you neck, flirting with my best friend and you even suggested that he could join us. You. Are. Mine.’

Tears fell down on her cheeks and she tried to nod, she tried to agree with him. Yes, she were his. Ben’s mouth hung open and he moaned loudly. Her warm mouth felt incredible around his cock and seeing her crimson red lips wrapped around his length made him almost cum. His hands held her makeshift ponytail and he yanked at it with every thrust. It made Y/N moan again and the vibration caused Ben’s pleasure. Y/N tried to relax her throat so that Ben could pound deeper into her. When that succeeded, Ben smiled.

‘You’re doing so well, princess,’ Ben said. He released her hair with one hand, and he wiped her tears from her cheek. ‘Allowing me to deepthroat you, you don’t know much you please me. Do you feel me hitting the back of your throat, princess?’

The girl nodded again, and Ben grinned. Her nails were digging into his thighs, but Ben did not care. With every thrust, Y/N’s nose hit his pubes and she groaned.

‘You mouth fits so well around my cock,’ Ben grunted. ‘Pretty red lips wrapped around me. You can feel how close I am, don’t you? You can taste my pre-cum, can’t you?’

Y/N whimpered, because he was right. His cock was so hard in her mouth and it was pulsing furiously. Pre-cum was dripping on her tongue and she swallowed it like a good girl.

‘I’m so close,’ Ben huffed. ‘Do you want me to coat your throat with my cum? Do you want to swallow every last drop of my cum, princess?’

The girl was whining and nodding, and Ben tugged at her hair, what caused more whining. His thrusts were rough, but they were getting sloppy.

‘Such a good girl,’ Ben said, and he hissed, feeling his orgasm coming. ‘No, I need to be inside of you when I cum. Let go off me.’

Doing as what she was told, Y/N opened her mouth so that Ben could pull out. He released Y/N her hair and right after, he took his dick in his hand.

‘Stand up,’ Ben ordered, and he watched her closely.

Y/N listened, and she stood up. Ben walked towards her and he started to circle around her. She felt like was she was being inspected.

‘Hands behind your back,’ Ben whispered, when he stood still behind her. ‘Don’t touch yourself and don’t touch me.’

The girl whimpered and nodded, while putting her hands behind her back. The blond man rested his hands on her shoulders and just his touch made her shiver. Ben kissed the skin behind her ear, and he made a trail to her earlobe. He put her earlobe in his mouth, and he sucked on it.

Y/N gasped. ‘M-may I speak again, sir?’ She was afraid to be punished again.

He released her earlobe and he kissed her shoulder blades. ‘That depends. Are you going to be a brat?’

‘No, sir,’ Y/N promised, and she felt him smile against her skin.

‘Then you are allowed to speak again,’ he said.

‘May I rest my head against your chest?’ she continued to ask.

Ben chuckled and he stopped kissing her. ‘Now you are asking too much, princess. I just told you that you cannot touch me.’

‘I’m sorry, sir,’ Y/N said with a pout.

Ben walked again and he stopped in front of her. Y/N watched him cautiously, but there was nothing to fear. Ben cupped her cheeks and he kissed her on the lips. His tongue licked her bottom lip, a sign for her to open her mouth. She obeyed him and she let him passionately kiss her. Both moaned into the kiss and she couldn’t help but bit his underlip softly. Ben smiled in the kiss and one of his hands wandered down to her tits. With his thumb and his pointer finger, he pinched her nipple and he rubbed it slowly. Y/N moaned loudly in Ben’s mouth and that made him smirk. He pulled back from the kiss and he began to kiss her throat. When he started to suck hickeys on her delicate skin, she had to contain herself badly. She wanted to touch him more than anything. She wanted to tug on his hair, rest her head against his shoulder or chest, cup that beautiful face of his or she just wanted to hold his cock in her hands.

‘Ben,’ she muttered. ‘Sir, you make me feel so good.’

‘Oh yeah?’ he asked her.

Then, his hand trailed from her breast to her core and Y/N inhaled sharply. The hand that was still rested on her cheek, was moved to her throat.

‘I’m going to make you feel even better,’ he promised her.

He pushed one finger inside of her, while his thumb rubbed her clit. Y/N her eyes widened, and she began to pant.

‘Haven’t touched you in a while, but you’re still wet for me,’ Ben said. ‘Good girl.’

She still held her hands behind her back, but it was getting hard. The need to touch Ben grew stronger every second. Ben quickly pumped his finger in and out of her core and his thumb drew circles on her clit. Y/N was a moaning mess.

‘Sir, you are amazing,’ Y/N cried. ‘Can I please, please, please touch you?’

‘You are so desperate for me, princess,’ Ben enjoyed this way too much. He knew he had the upper hand, he always had the upper hand. ‘Maybe you may touch me if you continue begging. You are very pretty when you beg.’

‘Please, sir,’ Y/N whined. ‘I would do anything for you. I would let you fuck me in front of the others. I would milk your cock so many times tonight until you can’t cum anymore. I would let you humiliate me, punish me, but please. Please, sir, let me touch you.’

Ben nibbled her jawline and he bit her softly. ‘All right. You can touch me, but not with your hands, they stay behind your back. No complaints, take it or leave it.’

‘Thank you, sir,’ Y/N said relieved.

She wasn’t completely satisfied, but this was better than nothing and she knew better than to go against Ben right now. Y/N let her head rest against his muscled chest, and she inhaled his scent. She gasped when Ben inserted a second finger and he slowed down his pace.

‘I have to prepare you for my cock,’ Ben whispered in her ear and he kissed her there. ‘I’m going to destroy your pussy.’

Y/N’s eye widened and she was getting wetter, if that was even possible. But seeing Ben his face, she knew it was possible, because he was smirking. Fuck that pretty face of his. She pushed her lips on his and she started making out with him. Ben growled, but he continued pounding his fingers into her.

He pulled back for a second to watch her with such passion. ‘Touch me, princess. Use your hands.’

Y/N smiled. One hand took his cock and the other was tangled in his hair. Her lips were pressing kissing against his throat, while she tugged his hair and pumped his dick.

‘I’m close, sir,’ Y/N whispered in his ear. ‘Please, I’m fucking close.’

‘Oh, we can’t have that,’ Ben told you with a devilish smirk and he withdrew his hand.

Being shocked, Y/N released his length and she looked at him questionably. ‘W-what?’

‘Have you earned the right to cum, princess?’ he asked rhetorically, and he took a step forward, causing Y/N to do a step backwards. ‘No, no yet. Did you thought that I forgot that you kissed me without permission? Oh, sweetheart.’

Y/N pouted. ‘B-but -’

Ben raised his eyebrows and he took another step forwards and Y/N stepped backwards. ‘Are you talking back to me?’

‘No, s-sir,’ Y/N stuttered. ‘But I thought -’

‘You thought?’ Ben challenged her and both took another step. ‘You thought what?’

Y/N gulped, and she was feeling trapped. ‘I-I have been such a good girl for you. I made you cum. Almost two times.’

‘We had a deal, princess,’ Ben grinned and again, they took another step. ‘If you had made me cum a second time, then I would have considered letting you cum. But since you didn’t...’

Since Ben took another step towards Y/N, she automatically took a step backwards, only to find out that she couldn’t go back any further. Her back hit the wall with a thump and she looked up to Ben immediately. There it was again, that fucking smirk of his. This was his idea all along. He placed his hands next to her face and he watched her. He just watched her.

‘Stay, princess,’ he whispered. ‘Let me do my thing.’

Just hearing him say this, made Y/N’s pussy ache again. The wetness dripped on her thigh and she hoped that Ben would put his fingers there soon. Ben latched his lips at her throat, and he made a trail of kisses from her throat to her chest. He took both her breasts in his hands to massage them and at the same time, he sucked on one of her nipples. Y/N grabbed a hand full of his hair and she moaned. He switched to the other breast and he did the same thing there, he even nibbled at it. Y/N hissed and yanked harshly at his hair, which made Ben moan. Then, he placed kisses from her chest to her core. He positioned his hands on her thighs for grip. At this point, Y/N was whining and moaning. They wouldn’t be surprised if the others could hear them. Hell, Ben would be damn proud if they could, it made him feel powerful. Ben kissed Y/N’s pussy softly. He poked his tongue inside and started to lick her.

Now, his girl was screaming his naam. ‘Ben, Ben, Ben! Oh my god, don’t stop. Deeper, Ben!’

Ben was glowing with pride. His lips found her clit and he sucked on it. Y/N tugged harder at his hair and tears were forming in her eyes. He made her feel so good. He always made sure that she felt good, even when they were in their dom/ sub role.

‘Ben, can I please cum? Please?’ she pleaded. ‘I’m so close.’

When he heard her say that, he pulled back and stood up. His chin was glistering from her juices and he shook his head.

‘I was only making you ready for my cock,’ he said challenging. ‘Stay there, don’t move.’

Y/N her breathing was uneven, her chest heaved. Yet again he denied her, her orgasm. She wanted to complain and whine, but she knew that she would be in trouble if she did that. And she didn’t want to risk another punishment. Knowing Ben, he wouldn’t let her cum if she made another mistake.

Her eyes followed her boyfriend. He strutted towards the bed and he made his way to the bedside table. He opened a drawer and he rummaged around in it. This gave Y/N a chance to look around the room for the first time tonight. The bedroom was very elegant, the design was neat and the room itself was spacious. There were two big wardrobes, a couple of cabinets, a big tv screen, a book shelve, and she saw a door that would probably lead to an ensuite bathroom. But when she saw some photographs and posters on the wall, her heart stopped beating.

‘B-ben,’ Y/N muttered. ‘Is this Roger his room?’

Ben hummed, he was still looking for something in the bedside table. ‘Yeah, it is.’

‘Did you know?’ Y/N asked him.

‘Of course,’ Ben grinned. ‘I thought, since you flirted with Roger... it would be nice to fuck is his room. Don’t you agree? Ah, got it!’

He turned around and he held a condom wrapper in his hand. His other hand was wrapped around his length, he was stroking himself again. Y/N couldn’t understand why, because he was still rock hard. His tip touched his belly and Y/N almost came because of that sight. He came back to her and stood still right in front of her.

‘Do you remember when we watched 6 Underground together?’ he asked out of nowhere.

He stood so close to her, that she could feel his length nudging her belly. Cautiously, she put her hands on his abs and she caressed him.

‘Y-yeah, how could I forget?’ Y/N answered.

‘Do you also remember when you paused the move during that shot where I was dangling from a building,’ he continued with a smirk. ‘And the only thing that kept me from falling was that necklace between my teeth?’

Y/N whimpered. ‘Yes.’

‘Then you also remember that you looked from the screen to me,’ he said. ‘And wondered “what else can that mouth do?”.

Y/N nodded, and her fingers dug into Ben’s delicate skin. She was squirming against the wall and especially now that Ben has pushed her against it again. Their foreheads were almost touching. And then, within a snap, Ben snatched her wrist and he pushed them above her head. Y/N gasped, she couldn’t handle the tension anymore.

‘Ben, please,’ she whimpered.

‘Oh no, princess,’ Ben said with a fake pout. ‘The fun is just getting started. I am about to give you a demonstration about what else that mouth can do.’

Y/N frowned, she didn’t understand. ‘But you already showed me what else that mouth can do. You went down on me.’

Ben chuckled. He released her hands and he showed her the condom wrapper that he still held. The two of them kept eye contact. He put the wrapper between his teeth, and he ripped it, carefully but sexually, open. Y/N whimpered, and she couldn’t look away. He spitted the ripped of part out and slowly the took the condom out of the wrapper. He briefly inspected it and after he looked at Y/N.

‘Hold out your hand,’ he demanded, and she did it immediately. He put the condom in her hand. ‘Put it on me and keep looking at me.’

Y/N her breath was unsteady. She placed the condom on the tip of his length, and she rolled it down his dick carefully. She didn’t break the eye contact and she kept watching him.

Ben smiled and he pecked her lips. ‘Wonderful. I’m going to fuck you against the wall. I want you to scream, cry and moan my name. Let those fuckers know that I am the one pleasing you. Let them know that I am the one giving you the best time of your life. But remember princess, you are not allowed to cum, until I say so.’

‘I understand, sir,’ Y/N said while trembling and whimpering. ‘And I am not allowed to cum until you say so.’

Ben smiled and nodded. ‘Very well. Jump.’

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Ben steadied himself and as soon as Y/N her back was pressed against the wall, he positioned his length in front of her entrance. After, he placed his hands were firmly placed on her arse. First he teased her a little bit, by nudging her entrance, but then, he pushed fully into her. He didn’t let her get used to him first, but that was okay for her, she wanted his cock so badly. Both moaned when Ben was inside her. Y/N felt full and Ben loved the feeling of her walls around his length. After he bottomed out, he began to thrust. His long and thick cock was hitting all the right spots and Y/N couldn’t stop moaning. Since she was so close to multiple orgasms, Y/N was sensitive, and she was ready to cum. Ben could also feel that his orgasm was beginning to form. Every time Ben thrusted into Y/N furiously, her back hit the wall. It was not possible that the others couldn’t hear them. Their moans, screams and curses were loud and don’t get started with the banging against the wall. Ben grunted when he felt Y/N’s walls clenching around his cock.

‘Fuck, princess,’ he moaned. ‘If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last very long.’

‘Then keep fucking me,’ she cried. ‘I’m almost there. Just a bit harder?’

Ben chuckled. ‘Harder? You are asking for it.’

If he wasn’t pounding into her already, he sure did now. His nails dug into her skin, while she gave him open mouth kisses against his throat. He pulled out of her, almost completely, after which he slammed into her forcefully.

Y/N moaned loudly. ‘Fuck, Ben, keep going. I’m about to cum.’

‘Clench your walls, princess,’ Ben grunted. ‘You’re so tight, it feels like your pussy is made for me, only me.’

Her tits bounced with every powerful stroke of Ben and he couldn’t keep his eyes of her. He also liked the hitting sound when Y/N’s back made contact with the wall, it gave him a kick. His thrusts were getting sloppy, because he was close. They both felt their orgasm building up in their stomach.

‘You’re doing so well, princess,’ Ben complimented her, and he kissed her forehead lovingly. ‘This is our best fuck.’

Y/N nodded and moaned. ‘Please, rub my clit, I’m almost cumming. Can I please cum?’

‘Begging again, aren’t you?’ Ben chuckled, but he moved one of his hands to her clit and he rubbed it slowly.

And there she was again, clenching her walls around his cock. Ben screamed her name and he felt his orgasm coming. Maybe two or three more thrusts and he would come. So that’s what he did, he pounded into his girl and slowly he retreated his hand. With an incredible loud moan, he came. He was trembling and shaking, and he rode out his high in a tired pace. Y/N noticed this, and she looked at Ben in full disbelieve. Did he really let her hanging? Again?

Ben rested his head against her chest and he carefully slipped out of her. ‘How was that, love?’

‘Seriously?’ Y/N huffed. ‘I didn’t cum! You didn’t give me an orgasm!’

When Ben had controlled his breathing again, he put Y/N back on her feet again and he kissed her cheek. ‘Yeah, I know.’

‘Excuse me – you know?’ Y/N said frustrated and she raised her voice a bit. ‘Are you joking?’

He removed the condom, tied it off and tossed it in the bin. ‘No, I’m not joking. I just taught you a lesson.’

‘You are seriously not getting me off?’ Y/N yelled, when Ben made his way to his clothes. ‘What the fuck, Ben?’

‘Watch your language, love,’ Ben warned her, and he put on his clothes again. ‘You were disrespectful tonight. Be grateful that I touched and kissed and licked your pussy tonight.’

Y/N raised her eyebrows. She couldn’t believe him, and she put her hands on her hips. Her thighs were still wet from all the excitement. And there he was, her fucking boyfriend. He stood in front of her, completely dressed again. He eyed her provokingly while his hand disappeared in his pocket. Ben pulled out his lighter and a pack of cigarettes. While keeping eye contact, he took one cigarette, put it between his lips and lit it up. Fuck, he looked so hot smoking.

‘Are you fucking kidding me,’ Y/N muttered under her breath.

Unfortunately, Ben heard her. His eyes darted to her, before he stalked towards her. He slammed his free hand on the wall, maybe a centimeter away from her face. Y/N gasped and whimpered. Secretly, she loved this angry and hotheaded side of him. She felt so intimidated at the moment, because he was fully clothed and she was still bare naked.

‘You fucking ungrateful brat,’ Ben growled, smoke blew in Y/N her face. ‘What did you think, huh? Did you really think that I was going to let you cum? After that stunt you pulled off downstairs? Calling Roger “sir”, squeezing his bicep and giving him those looks. Allowing Joe to lick liquor from your neck, touching his chest, you let him call you “babe” and you gave him nicknames. Oh no, sweetheart. And on top of that, you first suggested that one of them could do the belly shot off you. After that, you suggested that Joe could join us in the bedroom. You embarrassed me in front of my friends. No, princess. You should be grateful that I touched you at all tonight. I couldn’t give a fuck that you didn’t give off tonight. And you have two choices now, before I leave. One, you finger yourself, here and now. Or two, you don’t get yourself off and you wait a couple of minutes to cool down before you go downstairs. If you do that, I will promise you mind-blowing sex. Maybe even tonight, otherwise tomorrow. It’s your choice.’

Ben took a drag from his cigarette and he watched you closely. He saw her consider both options and he saw the struggle within her eyes. With a chuckle, he blew out the smoke.

He grabbed her chin again with a bit force, while he took another drag. The tension was noticeable in the air around them. The chuckled darkly and breathed out the smoke.

Promptly, he released her chin and he walked out of the room without. Before he closed the door, he looked back inside, the cigarette clenched between his teeth.

‘Choose wisely.’

[wewillwriteyou]

Good Boy || Roger Taylor (SMUT)

Summary: Y/N has an awful sex life because men seem to not appreciate her dominant attitude in bed; but what her flatmate Roger will think about this? 

Pairing: Roger x fem!reader; we imagined Roger in the 70s while writing this, but it could also work with Ben!Roger if you want to  

Word count: 4k+

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, sub!Roger, dom!reader; masturbation, oral sex (both male and female receiving), orgasm denied blink and you’ll miss it, overstimulation, unprotected sex (always stay safe folks, pls), language, a tiny bit of fluff

A/N: another SMUT, nothing new; we really love your support and we can't wait to share with you all the other things we're writing! In the meanwhile, enjoy this one!

Love you folks ❤ xxx

“Don’t call back, please, we both know I’m not going to answer anyway” you put it bluntly, leaning your shoulder against the door frame as you were staring at the guy who was leaving your apartment.

He stood there frozen for a minute, lips slightly parted in disbelief and cheeks red because of the embarrassment.

“Have I been this bad?” he shyly asked, caressing the back of his neck as he took another step back. You were tempted to close the door, but seeing him so desperate blocked your actions before it was too late.

You sighed out loud and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to find the right words to say.  

“No. I mean, we’re probably just not meant to be. Don’t you think so?” you were trying to put the things as delicate as possible, while inside of you a voice was screaming: you’ve probably been the worst shag of my entire, tiny existence.

“Maybe, if you’ll give me another chance I could prove you wrong” his attempt to sound sexy, while a deforming smirk was drawing itself on his lips, made every cell of your body cringe.

“Good night, Greg” you simply replied, slamming the door to his face and abandoning your back against it once it was closed.

Sighing desperately, you dragged your feet until you reached the wooden cabinet of your kitchen. You didn’t hesitate another minute and, taking the bottle of wine in your hands, you opened it and took a long sip.

“Have we reached the stage where a glass isn’t enough anymore?” Roger’s voice, your flatmate, called your attention and you lazily turned around to find him all giggly and sleepy, as he was standing near the wall with only his black boxers on.

“I think a bottle is not enough!” you mumbled as you let another long sip run down your throat. Roger shook his head and let out a hushed laugh.

“Was it that bad?” he asked, taking a step closer and removing the bottle from your hands to put it on the kitchen’s table. You pouted like a kid and then nodded back at him, who chuckled again.

“Wanna talk about it?” he offered, indicating with a movement of his head the couch that was waiting just for you two in the small living-room of your apartment. You nodded again and in a moment you found yourself with your legs stretched on Roger’s lap, as he was gently squeezing your knees.

“So, tell me everything about that George”

“His name is Greg” you corrected him with a smirk, knowing he was just teasing you, perfectly remembering the name of your terrible date.

Roger, in response, simply scrolled his shoulders and then he looked back at you again, with his big, blue eyes full of curiosity. You smiled and took a long breath before starting to talk.

"It was that bad I don't even know where to start! – you laughed, letting your head fall backward – okay. First of all, this guy probably never heard about what a clitoris is" Roger burst out laughing at your words and you couldn’t help, but follow him, as sonorous laughter left your mouth.

“That’s what I call a bloody, good start” he commented, patting on your thigh softly, before resting his palm on your knee again.

“And the list is way longer than that! You should have seen him when he went down on me! He looked like a fucking lizard!” you said laughing again, as you put your hand on Roger’s shoulder to push him friendly.

“God! Now I can picture that shit in front of my eyes!” he shouted, covering his face with his hands and making you laugh even more.

“Tell me! I had to live that shit!”

“But why all the guys you shag are that bad? I mean, I don’t understand!” he sounded surprised and concerned at the same time and his fingers pressed a little too much than you expected on the skin of your knees. You found yourself blushing at that touch, not even knowing why.

“Me neither! I’m probably a magnet for bad shags … or, maybe, I just scare men” you lowered the tone of your voice as you pronounced the last part of your sentence, starting to fidget with your fingers.

Roger raised an eyebrow and inclined his head just a bit.

“You? Scaring men?” his voice was pitchy and you could feel the redness on your cheeks growing wider. Why did you even start that conversation?

“Listen, Rog, it’s almost three o’clock in the morning. Don’t you think it’s better if we go to bed?” you almost begged him, but by the look in his eyes, you could tell he wouldn’t have let you get up even if outside the world was ending.

“Why do you think you scare men?” he asked again, this time slower and stressing every word that left his mouth. His eyes staring into yours, your lips slightly parted and the heartbeat pumping loud in your ears.

“Fine – you eventually let out, your sigh followed by Roger’s smirk as he stretched his arms on your legs to trap you on the sofa – I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud! And that I’m saying this to you!”

“Life is strange, honey. You put yourself in this situation” the grin on his face getting more evident by the minute. You rolled your eyes while in your head you were trying to find the right words to say.

“It’s just … I mean, I love to be dominant in bed, okay? I like to take control of the situation. I don’t like to be considered the passive one just because I’m the woman!” you finally said and as the words fell out of your mouth you could feel a knot tightening your stomach, not knowing how Roger would have reacted in front of that confession of yours.

After seconds that seemed hours, you recollected the courage you still had in yourself and looked back at Roger; you found him speechless, with his mouth open in a cocky expression, his cheeks turned pink and you could swear you saw his pupils expand in the blue of his eyes.

“Wow. I would have never expected that from you” he commented, biting his lower lip and raising his eyebrow. His fingers slowly pushed down your knees from his lap and you were left quite confused by that move.

As you crossed your legs, he stretched his arm and took a pillow from the corner of the couch, positioning it exactly where a second before your thighs were resting.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” you shyly asked, indicating with your gaze the pillow, his lap and then your legs, trying to investigate on that sudden change of positions.

“Absolutely not! I was just starting to freeze, you know, I’m half naked and … but, no, actually I find it pretty sexy when a woman knows what she wants” Roger stuttered on his words and you knew you had caught him off guard because you had never seen him so embarrassed.

“I didn’t want to embarrass you, Rog” you mumbled under your breath, lowering your head. Soon two of his fingers found your chin and you found yourself staring into his beautiful, big eyes.

“It’s fine, Y/N. I was the one that asked anyway. And you didn’t embarrass me, on the contrary … if I have to be completely honest, I feel kind of turned on at the moment” he giggled and you followed him, feeling relieved and thankful to have such a dork as your flatmate.

When the stare became more intense and you could sense a certain heat expanding between your legs, you got up, Roger’ eyes never leaving your body as you stood in front of him.

“I’m tired and tomorrow I have to go to work, so I guess I’m really going to bed now” you announced, stumbling on your way to the hallway. Roger chuckled and shook his head, but you saw his fingers hardening the grip on the pillow.

“Good night, Y/N” you heard him say, as you approached your room, shaking your head gently and covering your cheeks with your palms, still incredulous that, that entire conversation with Roger really happened.

***

The day went by faster than what you expected and, if in the morning you got up early and nearly sneaked out of the house to avoid Roger, you knew you had to face him someway and somehow.

You stopped when you reached the front door of your apartment and took a deep breath as you entered. You were welcomed by a strange and unfamiliar silence. Roger was nowhere to be seen: no Roger chilling half naked on the couch in front of the TV watching “Coronation Street”, no Roger in the kitchen almost burning the entire flat just trying to cook some pasta and not even some sounds of cymbals that usually indicated that he was rehearsing a new song.

Everything was too quiet.

"Rog? It's me, I came home earlier" you announced your presence, but since you didn't hear any response, you started to think that he was probably out. A part of you felt very relieved, knowing that you had the chance to postpone the awkwardness of speaking to him again after the conversation you had had the previous night.

But your mind stopped thinking when passing in front of the door of his bedroom as you were walking down the hallway to reach your own room, the unmistakable sound of moans reached your ears.

You blushed and covered your mouth, feeling already like the third wheel. You also felt a little bit jealous, as you found yourself picturing a satisfied, beautiful woman, squirming under him.

You were already rushing away when Roger’s voice took the form of your name, echoing in the silent apartment. You gasped, sure you had heard wrong, but not even a minute after Roger moaned your name again.

The unconscious and irrational part of your brain worked faster and soon your hand opened the door; what you saw left you speechless and extremely turned on. Roger was half-sat on his bed completely naked, as his fingers were harshly wrapped around his hard length, pumping up and down. You wanted to disappear, to run away to give him the privacy he needed, but you were like frozen, admiring his soft features twisted in pleasure, as your name rolled out repeatedly from his lips.

You would have never imagined, never in a million years, that Roger was attracted to you and as you were thinking that, he opened his eyes and you both let out a “shit” when your gaze met his.

“Y/N! I’m … I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were home!” he shouted, catching the pillow on his side and putting it on his lap. Flashes from the night before came to your mind: was he trying to hide an erection? That’s why he moved your legs away from his lap? You shook your head; you had to apologize.

“No, I’m sorry Rog. I should have knocked on the door … but – you stopped for a minute; were you really taking in consideration of flirting with him at that moment? – I have to admit, that I'm glad I didn't" you found yourself saying before you could even stop yourself.

Roger’s eyes widened and you slowly walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge.

“Did I really turn you on so much?” you mischievously asked, biting your lower lip. He gulped and you saw his Adam’s apple going up and down under the soft skin of his neck.

“Maybe. I mean, the whole idea of you being dominant with me never left my mind since you told me about that” Roger admitted out loud as his cheeks flushed red. You smirked and got up, his eyes locked with yours, studying every movement of your body.

You slowly pulled away your jacket, letting it fall from your shoulders. Your fingers reached the bottom and the zipper of your jeans and, rolling and swinging your hips, you let them slide down your legs; you quickly removed the t-shirt, tossing it on the floor.

Roger almost moaned when you straddle him, wearing nothing but your bra and your underwear. You couldn’t believe what you were really doing, but you hadn’t had a good shag in a while and you finally had the chance to have Roger all for yourself, after months of fantasizing about him when you heard some other girl moaning his name.

“Y/N” his voice trembled as your hands reached for the pillow between your two bodies and threw it somewhere in the room.

“Do you really want this, honey? Do you think you can handle this?” you said, teasing him as you lowered yourself a little bit so that your clothed core was touching his aching cock. Roger whimpered and you thought it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

“Please Y/N, I need this” he practically begged you and you proudly smirked, sinking your hips against his causing him to moan again. You gently brushed your fingers on his lips, before kissing him with passion. His hands pressed on your waists as you cupped his face and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth.

You rolled your hips and he groaned on your lips, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine. You kissed his jaw and nibbled on the skin of his neck to leave a red mark just right under his ear.

“Are you gonna be a good boy, Rog?” you teasingly asked, unclipping your bra and exposing your breasts to him, who cursed at the sight right in front of him. He nodded and leaned forward to kiss you, but you caught a strand of his hair in your fist and pulled his head back, making him moan.

“I didn’t hear you, honey. I need to hear your voice” you smirked and he smiled back at you, overwhelmed by the entire situation.

“You’re such a fucking minx. I’m going to be the bloody good boy you need me to be, just don’t tease” Roger’s voice, from cocky and self-confident, turned into a confusing humming, when your fingers wrapped around his hard member.  

“Attitude Taylor. And, I’m sorry for you, but teasing is my specialty” you slowly left his lap to position yourself between his legs. You looked up at him and gently pumped your hand up and down his cock, already throbbing and leaking with pre-cum.

You tried an experimental lick, starting from the bottom and letting your tongue ran up until you reached the tip, making him hiss and lift his hips, but you blocked him on the mattress.

“Be patience, baby, I just began” you cockily said, licking him again, so slow that Roger was literally shivering under you, unable to contain the high pitched whimpers that were leaving his mouth.

You swirled your tongue on his tip again and pornographic sounds came out from his lips making you even wetter than what you already were. Without further hesitation you hollowed your cheeks and took him in your mouth, making him moan in relief.

His fingers intertwined in your hair, while you were bobbing your head up and down. When the tip of his cock touched your throat Roger twitched inside your mouth and the vibration coming from your moans made him cry out your name as if it was the only word he knew.

You knew he was already close to the orgasm because he was desperately trying to fuck your mouth, as his breath was becoming more and more irregular. When his cock trembled again against your tongue, you suddenly pulled away, making him howl in frustration.

“Please Y/N, I need to cum” Roger supplicated you, but you naughtily shook your head, as you were moving on the mattress to tower him.

“Not now Rog, I need you to be a good boy for me. Will you be a good boy?” you whispered just a few inches away from his lips, caressing them with your index and middle finger. He frenetically nodded and slightly opened his mouth, just enough to let you introduce your fingers. He gently sucked on them, as you were smirking down at him.

You pulled away your fingers and let them sneak inside your panties, already feeling relieved when you touched your folds. Roger was speechless, as he spied every movement of your hand, buried in your underwear while he was firmly squeezing your butt.

“Do you want to taste me, Rog?” you asked, putting again your fingers inside his mouth. He moaned as his tongue licked them hungrily.

“Please. I’m going to make you feel so good” his voice came out as a hushed whisper and you immediately rolled your back on the mattress, as you felt the excitement growing even wider when he positioned himself on top of you. You were pulling off the last layer of clothing you were still wearing, but Roger stopped you, wrapping his fingers around your wrists.

“Can I take them off, please?” it was incredible seeing him so shy and desperate, that when you tried to answer with a simple yes, the word was replaced by a moan that naturally grew from your throat and reached your lips.    

He grinned and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before taking his time to lick and bite on the skin of your neck. He gently sucked on your nipples and you had to chew on the inside of your cheeks to contain the moans. You firmly gripped at his hair and positioned his head between your legs.

"So impatient" Roger commented in a low tone, pulling your underwear down until they reached your ankles. His hot breath was so close to where you needed him the most.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he groaned and his tongue gently licked your clit, making your back arch. Roger grinned and in a moment his mouth locked with your core, as a series of loud whimpers left your mouth.

Roger didn’t stop your hips when you started to rock them to have more friction and he kept sucking and licking the soul out of you; it all felt so good that soon your hand pressed behind his head, obliging him to keep his mouth so close to your pussy, that his nose was brushing against your swollen clit.

His big, blue eyes were looking up at you under his long eyelashes and his hand stretched on your body to reach your breasts, squeezing and massaging them repeatedly.

“You’re such a good boy, Rog. It fe – fuck, it feels so good!” you babbled, closing the sheets in your fists and strongly gripping at them until your knuckles turned white. Roger’s moans were sending multiple vibrations that warmed up all your lower area and you were sure you were close to your climax.

When he unexpectedly nibbled at your clit, you screamed his name out loud as the orgasm made your entire body shake in pleasure. Roger kept licking you up and down, helping you to get off your high, before sitting on his heels and wiping away your wetness from his chin with the back of his hand.

“Was it good ma’am?” he flirted, towering you with his body. You cupped his face and pulled him closer, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips. His cock was still red and hard and you knew it was time for Roger to let himself go as well. You placed your palms on his chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed.

You straddled him and his hands fell on your hips.

“You were a good boy, Rog. Such a good boy for me” you told him between the kisses, as your hand reached for his hard member to line it up with your entrance.

“Please Y/N” he whined again and hearing him so desperate again, made you forget about the orgasm you just experienced, heating up your body for the second time.

“Please what? Tell me Roger” you knew you were being merciless, as you were letting his tip run up and down your folds, teasing him too much. His fingers pressed hard on your hips, probably leaving some bruises, but you didn't care at all.  

“Please, I need to be inside of you as soon as possible” he cried out. You lowered your body to kiss him on the lips, before finally sinking down on him.

“Fuck!” he hissed, as you were adjusting yourself on his lap. You waited some seconds more, until he was practically breathless under you, before starting to move your hips.

You steadied yourself putting your hands on his chest, as hot moans escaped both your mouths, while you were moving extremely slow. You dictated the rhythm, establishing the perfect pace for both of you to basically drown in pleasure.  

“I’m close, Y/N” Roger mumbled, trying to do his best to last as long as possible, but he knew he would have not resisted much longer. He had waited so patiently for his orgasm and you didn’t want to deny it to him.

“Be a good boy, Rog. Cum for me” you said, rolling your hips faster to let his cock reach and hit a new angle inside of you that made both of you groan each other’s names.

His head sank in the pillow, his eyes closed and his mouth fully opened when he raised his hips to meet your core, finally letting himself go. His orgasm hit him hard and he released his hot cum inside of you.

You were close to come for the second time, so you kept rocking your hips even when Roger was oversensitive and already softened inside of you.

"Y/N, that's too much!" he cried, but in response you just quickened your pace, bouncing harder up and down his length. You knew he was probably aching so much at that point, but your mind was clouded as you could feel your orgasm growing wider in your lower area.

"Y/N" his voice was a choked groan, but you could feel his cock getting harder again inside of you, causing a new wave of adrenaline to rock your body.

“I’m so close, baby. So close” you whimpered, squeezing his shoulders. Roger’s hand found your hips and he started to trust faster inside of you. You clenched around his now again hard member and, in a moment, you both came, shivering and trembling.

Roger's orgasm was short but as strong as yours as he came inside of you all over again. You finally pulled him out and you both whimpered at the loss of contact when you collapsed on his sweaty chest. His fingers gently caressing your hair and the hot skin of your back.

With trembling arms, you sustained yourself to kiss him on the lips before rolling on your back to place yourself next to him on the mattress. You both stayed in silence, breathing in and out.

“All the bloody men you had shagged were fucking crazy! How could they think that this, wasn’t the hottest thing ever?!” Roger spoke out loud and you turned your head to meet his gaze. You blushed and got closer to rest your head on his shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’re being all shy now, after what you did!” he commented, making the both of you giggle in unison. You raised your head and admired his beautiful face, still red and sweaty.

“So … you liked it?” you mumbled, tracing his jaw with your finger. He kissed your digit and pulled you on top of him until you found yourself resting on his body with your arms crossed on his chest and your chin laid between them. Roger caressed your cheek and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.  

“It was the best sex of my life!” he finally replied, as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You moved yourself up to kiss him on the mouth, but when your lips collapsed, he quickly changed position, making you fall on the bed and towering you.

“Wasn’t it too rough?” you asked, leaning your palm on his cheek. He raised an eyebrow and, as a response, he just lowered himself to kiss you again.

“Just, don’t get used to it. I’m usually the one who takes control” Roger whispered, kissing your neck. You chuckled when his nose tickled your face.

“I’m sorry, but it’s hard for me to believe it after seeing you cry like a baby” you sassily replied, taking him by the chin to place another passionate kiss on his lips.

“Can’t wait to prove you wrong” the words came out hushed between the kisses and you let out a small laugh, while Roger’s hands reached the sheets to cover both of your bodies.

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[bohemian-rhapsody-slash]

Can we (I) be greedy and see a small snippet of Brian's POV from the blowjob scene in IBTYF?

WARNING: mentions of non con/forced sex

*****

“A blowjob should be fine,” Ray says dismissively with a shrug of his shoulders. “And I’ll be satisfied if I have a demonstration from just one of the two subs.”

Brian can feel the panic creep into his chest. This can’t be happening. He’d thought that claiming Roger would keep him safe. He’d thought that they wouldn’t have to put up with this kind of shit once they signed that contract. But he knows they’re going to have to go through with this. If they refuse, it’ll only look suspicious. Brian isn’t worried about being charged with fraud and going to prison, but he is worried about what would happen to Roger and John.

Brian can see the rage in Roger’s eyes, and the fear in John’s.

Ray’s eyes drift to John. “How about you, sweetheart? Suck Freddie’s cock right here and now, and we can all go home and carry on with our lives. My doubts will be erased and you’ll have your contract.”

John is white as a sheet, trembling as he glances up at the Dom.

“I’ll do it,” Roger says quickly.

Brian’s heart sinks. One of the things he’s always loved about Roger is his courage and fierce protectiveness over those he loves. But he can’t imagine how difficult this is going to be for the sub. Especially when their claim has only just begun.

Ray chuckles and turns his gaze to Brian. “That’s the second time today your sub has spoken out of turn. I do hope you intend to punish him accordingly later. It’s for his own good really, otherwise he’ll end up talking back to the wrong person.”

“I’ll decide what’s good for my sub,” Brian retorts angrily.

“I meant no offence,” Ray drawls. “Now we can sit here all day and point fingers, or we can get this over with and you can get started on your album. Brian, are you happy for Roger to demonstrate his submission to you? If not, I think we’ll need to have a different kind of conversation.”

Roger looks up at Brian, and Brian’s heart melts when the sub gives him a comforting look. It’s clear that Roger has made up his mind, and Brian knows the only alternative is that John will be forced to do this instead; the Dom gives a sigh before nodding, giving Roger a tiny apologetic look.

This is not how he ever wanted this to go. He should never have suggested this stupid idea.

“Fine,” Brian says, his voice emotionless. “But afterwards I expect you to let us just get on with the album. And I don’t want you anywhere near our subs.”

Ray clicks his tongue. “Ok. You’d better get on with it then.”

Brian strokes Roger’s hair gently again. “Alright, Rog. Show him what you’ve got.”

Brian tries to make it sound as if this is something they’ve done a million times before.

He watches as Roger manoeuvres himself so that he’s on his knees facing Brian between the older man’s open legs. Brian has lost count of the number of times he’s fantasised about this moment, but it was never like this in his mind. As Roger reaches for Brian’s belt, Brian tries to imagine that they’re alone in his bedroom, that Roger has willingly offered to do this for him.

Roger’s fingers are trembling, so Brian helps him to fish his cock out of his trousers and underwear.

“Don’t be nervous, love,” Brian says softly. “Show everyone how well you can suck my cock.”

It pains Brian to pretend like this, to make Roger go through with this. He wants to make this as easy as he possibly can for his sub.

“Yes, Master,” Roger says with determination.

He gives Brian’s cock a few tentative strokes, and Brian strokes the sub’s hair gently. It takes a while for Brian to get hard, and he can feel his face burning. Being watched like this isn’t exactly sexy, but he wants to get this over as quickly as possible.

Brian lets out a pleased hum; having Roger’s hand on him is lovely, but he wants to give his sub some positive reinforcement.

Roger licks his lips before lowering his head into Brian’s lap with one last moment of eye contact. He runs his tongue up one side of Brian’s cock before circling the head, and Brian plays with Roger’s hair gently in an attempt to be comforting.

Brian lets out a moan when Roger finally takes his cock in his mouth; it’s warm and wet and so much better than anything Brian has imagined. He grips Roger’s hair tightly, and he almost forgets they’re being watched.

“Roger,” Brian sighs, making eye contact with him. “You’re so good. You’re amazing, Rog. Almost there, love. You’re doing so well, Rog.” He’s starting to sound a little breathless.

“You should be watching this, John,” Ray chuckles from behind Roger. “I want you to watch this, unless you want me to ask you to demonstrate your submission too?”

There’s a sniff from John’s direction, and Brian decides he’ll kill Ray Foster one day.

“Good lad. You should use this as an opportunity to learn from this, John, maybe pick up some techniques? I’m sure you and Freddie will thank me for this someday.”

Roger starts bobbing his head in earnest now, clearly trying to make this end quickly.

“Rog,” Brian gasps as Roger attempts to deepthroat him, pulling back a little as he nearly chokes, “I’m close.”

Brian hates that this is their first intimate act. He hates that this will forever taint their relationship.

When Brian comes, he lets out a choked sob, and wishes he’d never suggested this stupid claim idea.

Roger pulls off Brian’s cock spluttering a little, before he wipes his mouth.

“Well done, Rog,” Brian says, shakily tucking himself back in after taking a moment to recover, before caressing the younger man’s face. “You did brilliantly.”

“Brilliantly indeed,” laughs Ray, slipping his glasses back on as Roger turns round to look at him.

[omgmarieux]

Drumming Fetish // Roger Taylor!Sub x Reader!Dom (SMUT)

Summary: You cannot stop yourself from thinking endlessly about your new found kink, and Roger's actions are quite the big part of it. (Yes I suck at summaries.)

WC: 1.8K

Note: So today’s our boy Roger Taylor’s birthday and I’ve decided to stop postponing to post this smutty ass fic from my drafts. Birthday is not actually a thing in this fic but let’s say it’s just a gift to all of Roger girls here. Enjoy reading!

Smut below the cut!

Roger was drumming inside the booth. You couldn’t help but your mind drift away once again. You eyed Roger from his toe up to his head—leg bouncing in every step to his bass, arms continuously banging the drums to his best, the sweat that rolls from his temples, his hair that flows to the direction of his head and that duck formed lips. Suddenly feeling all too hot only about his sight, made you shift uncomfortably. You didn’t even notice Roger who left the booth and sat beside you.

“Why are you so flustered love?”

You snapped out of your flying mind and instantly looked at Roger. When he noticed the invisible yet noticeable lust in your eyes, he laughed at you.

“What are you imagining right now love?” He asked teasingly and you punched his arm.

“Don’t fucking start you hot asshole.”

“Oi Roger! Come back inside!” You head Brian shouted from behind and you pushed him.

“We’re not done talking.” Roger said and winked at you before running back inside the booth again.

After a few moments of nonstop fantasies about your boyfriend, you weren’t able to contain it only to yourself so instead, you decided to meet and discuss it with your best friend.

“You are what?” Your friend almost shouted after hearing your monologue about your new found kink and imaginations.

“I can’t seem to stop it. I really can’t watch Roger drumming furiously like that.”

“Well for starters, what the fuck are you doing? Starring another what the fuck were you thinking and another what the heck is going inside your mind?” Your friend retorted while frantically gesturing her hands all over the air.

“It’s unstoppable!” You replied; face becoming redder as you recalled the earlier occurrence.

“Well you better stop imagining Roger naked while he’s drumming, that’s for sure.”

“Or?” You asked, hoping to look for another option.

“Tell him about it?” She added doubtfully, both eyebrows raising in confusion.

“Yeah, right right. Maybe he’ll do something with it.” You said smiling as your mind goes back and forrt to your imagination and the reality.

“Oh please stop imagining him like that when I’m here!” You friend hissed at you and you gave her an apologetic laugh.

Later on, you weren’t sure if Roger’s the one who got home first. You closed the door behind you when you reached inside. Eyes are quickly roaming the surroundings looking for him. It was soon answered when you hear the loud banging of drums from the opposite side of the room. You ran as fast to find Roger and the lust in your eyes were back again. Your panties may have even been wet.

Roger’s gaze flew up to you and sheepishly smiled at you.

“Oh, the predator has come.” He announced and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh fuck off.” you said, huffing a laugh and you walked towards him. He tapped his lap inviting you to sit on it and you obliged. As you sat down, he wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your shoulder.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked while he planted feather kisses on your neck.

“You?” You try to sound confuse when your heart was instead thumping out so loud.

“No seriously, tell me. What were you thinking earlier?” He spoke with concern and confusion but a little bit inside, Roger wanted to tease you even if he doesn’t know what’s running in your mind. Although he might have a little idea about it.

“You, drumming…” you paused for a moment, asking yourself over and over again. Should I tell him? Should I? Should I?

“Ah! It’s not worth it.” You quickly changed your mind.

“What? No love! I’ll listen! Anything on your mind is worth hearing!” He remarked as he tightens his arms around your waist. You glanced at his face, now showing his ‘please’ facial expression and you shook your head.

“I won’t tease you about it?” He tried to convince you. You laughed and attempted to stand up. “You’re not leaving unless you tell me.” He said as he tightened his grip on you and started to nibble the shell of your ear. You gasped and pinched the side of his legs.

“Ugh Roger!”

“Hmmm?”

“I’ll tell you when you let me go.” You said and he instantly took his arms off you, freeing you. “Will you play drums for me Rog?” You asked as you drag a stool in front of his drum kit.

“Ok what do you wanna hear?” He asked tapping a few beats.

“Anything.”

“You should hear the new song we’re working on. Here’s the beat.” He said as he started to effortlessly bang his drums. Your lips left a small opening as you watch him; saliva might have even dropped from it.

“Oh love what’s into you lately?” Roger asked once he finished his performance to you.

“Play another one please.” You requested and he did so without any more questions. But his mind drifted as yours did; only focusing about what’s bothering you.

You stood from your chair and walked to stand behind Roger. Your insides are getting all tingly and messy while you’re feeling intensely hot. You cross your arms to Roger’s neck and leans your chin to his head and started unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt. Halfway, Roger stopped his drumming so did your hands stop unbuttoning.

“Continue love.” You whispered in his ear seductively and he did start to play again only this time, the beats were rather shaky, inconsistent, and imbalanced. When the last button was undone, you slid his shirt off him revealing a view of his bare back and shoulder to you.

“So fucking hot.” You said pressing a firm wet kiss on the top of his shoulder which gave a shiver out of him and you started making a trail of marks to his neck. Once you’ve finished, you moved your hands down to his waist and you reached to cup him between his hips. He groaned and his drumming faltered.

“Keep on the beat Rog.” You warned as you grope his rock hard dick. His head falls backward towards to lie on your shoulder and you take this as a kind of motivation to start rubbing him.

“Does that feel good?” You asked him, lips directly to his ear and he moaned as he dropped his stick. You sighed as you let go of him then picking up his drumstick and putting it back to his hand.

“Banging stops, I stop. So will you be the pretty boy to play his pretty drums for me?” You said harshly at first to cooing him for the question.

“Y-yes!” He said as he started on another beat of a familiar song, though you didn’t really want to think what song he is playing. It’s enough that he’s moving with all of his might just to feel you.

Your hand goes back on his pants, but now straight to his undo the button and the zipper. He lightly lifts his hips and you tugged his pants together with his underwear down and he raised both of his feet to be fully naked. He missed a few step for the bass but you didn’t really mind. You walked in front of his drum kit and eyed Roger drumming, head to toe. Smirking and excited.

You slowly strip your clothes away, starting with your white plain blouse. You threw it away leaving a black neck tie that hangs loosely on your neck. You also removed your panties underneath that has a visible wet stain where your pussy sat not so long ago. You left your skirt on, but hiked it up, the hem meeting your stomach and your wet shiny cunt on a full view for Roger. You sat on the edge of the stool and widened your legs, your middle finger reaching your hole to grab a few wetness to circle it on your clit. Roger moaned at the sight, quickly forgetting the fact that he should be playing his drums instead of his cock. You slipped two fingers in you, not wasting any more time and your mouth instantly moaned Roger’s name. Despite your eyes that are rolled up, you noticed Roger standing up.

“D-don’t even fuck!—fucking think about it! P-play your fucking drums.” You said and bobbed your fingers a little faster, uniting with how fast Roger started to beat his drums once again.

Roger was unbelievably dripping, hard, and really turned on. His drumming had literally turned to banging the drums. He wasn’t even creating music, he was creating noise which covered yours. He didn’t noticed how loud you were screaming his name, he was so focused on resisting to touch his so fucking hard cock and so fucking hard beating of his drums that you already finished and you are already on your knees beside him to face his side. You kissed his belly down to the base of his cock.

“You’ve been a good pretty boy, now let me take care of you.” You said and you took his drumsticks and threw it somewhere in the room then ordered him to stand up. You didn’t wait for anything, you shoved his dick inside your mouth, bobbing your head, in out in out in out, taking all of him as his tip hit the back of your throat. His hands flew to hold your strands of your hair, helping you to bob faster than you could. Gagging on his cock, you felt him twitch inside you and you took his balls in your hand to massage it and moaned around his cock to create a vibrating feeling.

“Oh f-fuck Y/N!”

His hips also started fucking your mouth. You were doing your best. You felt your eyes losing some tears and you were more than proud knowing that you’re pleasuring Roger.

“I-I am—“ Roger was cut off by his own orgasm. His seed spilling inside your mouth and he emptied in you. Legs shaking, he slips his dick out and drop on his knees in front of you.

“Fuck Y/N, that was so fucking good.”

He grabbed you by your waist and he kissed your lips.

“Take me to bed Rog.” You tiredly requested and he nodded and carried your whole body to the bed. Laying you softly and carefully on the mattress.

“We’ll clean you up first so don’t you dare fall asleep on me.” He said but before he could walk away, you caught his hand. Another smirk was already visible in your face.

“Who said something about sleeping?” You sheepishly asked and pulled Roger causing him to crash on you. He was on top of you and you could feel his cock getting hard again.

[illfoandillfie]

Easy As A-B-C

Pairing: Professor!Gwilym Lee x Reader

Summery:  Professor Lee is getting sick of marking papers, you offer an alternative. One where he doesn't need to think at all.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected sex, bimbofication (without hypnosis), oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, light dom/sub dynamic, dom!reader, sub!Gwil, overstimulation, maybe a little bit of hair pulling

Words: 4,537

A/N: This was massively massively inspired by my love @dracoladon​ and her Drarry fic Lucid (seriously, go read it because she’s a much better writer than me and also sex dumb Draco is hhhhhhh). Reading it made me want to write more himbo fics but without all the hypnosis stuff thats in my Future Management series. Then I got talking to @peachydeacon​ about himbo!Rog which led to talking about himbo!Gwil and this fic is the result of our discussion lmao. It was also partly inspired by a post on a porn blog that popped up on my dash but I can’t link to that because tumblrs dumb. 

Also, it is a professor gwil fic but set after reader has graduated so it’s all above board lmao

Blurb Advent: Day 24

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Gwilym looked unreasonably hot while he was grading papers, his brow knitted, wearing a look of serious concentration made all the more noticeable by the reading glasses sliding down his nose. His loose tie and the undone top buttons of his business shirt lent him a casually dishevelled air, and that wasn’t even mentioning the way he absentmindedly twisted his pen between his fingers as he read and reread sentences he was struggling to understand, occasionally pausing to underline something or write a note in the margins. It all painted a very sexy image, the kind of serious sexy only a professor could achieve, though this sexiness was nowhere near new. You’d found his manner oddly arousing even when he’d been your professor. Of course, that had been a few years ago and well before you’d had your chance encounter in the local second hand bookstore that led you to ask him out. He’d stuttered out something about never having even thought of you as more than his student and “really I feel almost as if I’ll get in trouble for the conversation as soon as I get back to campus.” But the awkwardness soon changed when you confessed to having had a minor crush on him back in the day and having since hoped to run into him. He seemed more open to the idea of dinner with you after that and, if you were being honest, more cocky too, but cocky in a decidedly dignified and charming way. Anyway, one thing led to another and now here you were somewhere close to a year and half later and you were struggling not to stare at Gwil as he graded papers and looked professor-ally disarrayed and hot.

You knew it was something to do with the Romantic era poets that the students had to write about because he’d read a question out to you earlier to get your opinion of if it was confusingly worded. “No, I don’t think so,” “Then why in god’s name do none of my students get it?” he looked about ready to hit his head against the desk until he passed out but he returned to the topmost paper with a sigh and ruffled hair from where he’d run his hand through it. That’s when you’d started trying not to stare. A tall order when all you could think about was dragging Gwil to the bedroom and ravishing him enough to make him forget all about John Keats and poetry and the English language itself. Not that that was exactly hard. No, Gwilym had a tendency to get a little dazed and confused when you really gave it to him. Sex drunk you’d decided to call it. A transformation that you quite delighted in witnessing and causing. Gwil was sharp as a tack usually, always ready with some obscure fact or quote from literature. It was part of what made him such a good teacher, his memory for all things bookish, as well as his approachable (if a little stern) demeanour and his determination to get the best from his students. But it wasn’t hard to shut down his brain, cloud his memory and entirely befuddle him. One time you’d snuck into the bathroom at the restaurant you’d gone to for dinner and poor Gwilym had become so spaced out he’d spilt half a glass of wine in his lap and then walked into the glass door as you left, even with you leading him by the hand. You supposed that what they said about great power and responsibility was true. All the same, it was a fun power to wield and you knew that, with the right sort of attention, you could have Gwilym babbling incomprehensible gibberish with no memory of what a poem even was, which was surely something he’d appreciate right about now.

You blinked yourself from your reverie as, finally, Gwil set his glasses aside and rose from his seat, groaning as he stretched out the stiffness in his back. He rolled his neck back and forth, your eyes following, before letting his shoulders drop and moving to sit next to you on the couch. “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t read another word about Byron or I’ll loose it.” He sighed, draping an arm around your shoulders and leaning into your neck. “Byron? I remember that assignment. Everyone hated you for it,” His breath was warm against your skin as he spoke, sending a tingle down your spine, “Well if this year’s lot is anything to go by, the feeling was probably mutual,” “Mmm, I remember one girl saying she was going to shove her copy of Don Juan up your arse if she didn’t pass,” He lifted his head again and laughed, “And yet my rectum remains Byron fee and no other injuries befell me, so either I taught you enough to get by or you were all a bunch of cowards,” “Bit of both probably. And why would this year’s be any different, huh?” “I don’t know, you haven’t read any of their attempts at cohesive analysis. Some of them are just throwing out terms like allusion and anapestic and personification all willy-nilly, clearly without properly understanding them. ” “I think you’re being too harsh on them. They’re first years after all and it’s not always easy to understand all that poncy poetical bullshit. Plus, you know it all already so of course everyone else seems stupid to you,” “Maybe,” he conceded, though it seemed to take some effort. “Honestly, someone should put you in their position, see how well you go with it,” “Yeah? And who would do something like that?” Gwilym laughed as you shifted to straddle his lap, accepting the kiss you offered, “You?” “Maybe I will. Spell personification for me,” “You know it’s not high school English, right. We don’t do pop quizzes on spelling and grammar.” “I know you don’t, but this is my subject and I’m testing spelling. Besides,” you let your hand drop between you, brushing lightly over the front of his pants, “I promise it’ll be fun.” Gwil gave a half-hearted eye roll, “P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N, personification. D’you want me to use it in a sentence too?” You knew he’d get it right. Gwil always had been good at spelling off the top of his head which you supposed was a side effect of all his reading and the years devoted to the written word. But it was still a little annoying. Mostly because he was being a bit of a tool about the whole thing, but it didn’t help that you’d grown quite wet thinking about how you’d like to have him, like to turn him into the fucked out airhead you’d seen before. You shook your head and tutted at him as if he got it wrong. “No, that’s definitely it. I’ve just read it about a hundred times, I know I’m right. P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N,” he spelt it faster that time, trying to prove that you were wrong. “Try allusion for me,” “A-L-L-U-S-I-O-N,” Right again. You sighed as if you were disappointed. Gwilym raised his eyebrows but said nothing. “What about caesura?” “C-E-A-S-U-R-A,” The mistake was an easy one to make, two letters flipped around the wrong way, and you could tell he knew it was wrong as soon as he’d said it. He was surprised when you leant forward to kiss him again, cupping his jaw with one hand as you dropped the other and slowly pulled down the zip on his work pants. “But I fucked up,” he said softly, eyes still closed as you pulled away a few centimetres. You just smiled as you thought of a new word, “Anapestic,” It was another word Gwil had mentioned as seeing in his student’s essays so you knew it would be fresh in his mind and he proved as much when he spelt it, “A-N-A-P-E-S-T-I-C,” He was right of course, so you tutted and pulled your hand away from his crotch, grabbing his chin with your other and forcing him to look at you, “You can do better than that.” His features shifted at the sudden loss of contact, the look of concentration returned once more. If anything, your much closer proximity to the expression made him seem all the more hot but you resisted the urge to give in and drag him to the bedroom, curious if he’d catch onto your little game now and, equally so, to see if he’d play along, “Try Onomatopoeia.” A longer word gave him more chances to get things wrong but would his pride and his brain allow that? Apparently so. “O-N-O-M-” Gwil paused and thought for a second, his eyes narrowed as his looked at you, “O-N-O-M-A-T-O-P-I-A,” the last three letters were said with such deliberate diction that you knew he’d figured it out. “Good boy,” you said, letting your hands slip inside his undone pants to massage his dick. His hips jolted at the contact and he let his hands fall to your arse, squeezing. “What about, dactyl?” His reply was instant, unthinking, and totally correct, “D-A-C-T-Y-L,” You clicked your tongue condescendingly as you once again removed your hands from him. “Fuck,” “Well that’s what happens when you get things wrong, honey, and such an easy one too,” “I didn’t get it wro- fine, give me another,” You smiled, unable to hide how delighted you were that he was interested in following your rules, even if it was just his competitive streak rearing its head to show that he could out smart you, “Assonance,” Gwilym spelt the word slowly and carefully, making sure to only say one ‘s’ and to leave off the ‘e’. And you made sure to reward him for it, shuffling backwards on his lap so you could shimmy his pants down his thighs and wrap your hand around his cock. He raised an eyebrow at you but otherwise made no comment as he leant back in his seat to enjoy the attention. “Romanticism,” Once again Gwilym was careful with his spelling, intentionally replacing the ‘c’ with a double ‘s’ but that was the kind of behaviour you wanted to encourage so you kept stroking him off, twisting your wrist, dragging your thumb over his flushed tip. It must have felt good with the way he was sighing, shifting his shoulders as if to move his whole body closer to yours. “So clever baby, what about,” you paused, dredging up memories of poetry analysis and the words you used to have burned into your brain but which you’d not had much use for recently, “Enjambment” “Ummm, E-N,” Gwil hummed as you leant over him and let a trail of spit drip onto his cock, using your hand to spread it over his length, “Enjamb-ment, uh, E-N-J-A- no E, no A, M-E-N-T,” You leant into his ear and spoke softly, “That’s right, being so good for me, so clever. What should I do next though? Ride you? Or maybe suck you off? Or just keep doing this?” “Uh,” Gwilym shook his head a little as if to clear it, “mouth? Please?” “Of course, baby. If you can spell dissonance for me.” You were quietly confident that he’d get the spelling wrong, already noticing the first sign of his impending brainlessness, extra filler words where he’d normally not need them. It was funny though, usually he wouldn’t reach that stage until he was much closer to nutting. “D-I-S” he rushed through the first three letters and then stopped, biting his lip, “T-um, A-N-E-N-C-E.” You were sure the errors in that word were less intentional than the previous few and, as promised, slipped off his lap and settled yourself between his legs, pulling his pants off so he could spread them wider for you. You held eye contact as you let your tongue trail along the underside of his cock, tracing along a vein, though you couldn’t help but smile as he groaned above you. “Can you spell Decasyllable for me?” you asked before closing your lips around the head of his cock. “What? Oh, um, D-E-C-K- fuck,” he broke off as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Fuck’s not a letter, baby,” you sank down on him again, bobbing a little lower. “I know, um, Deck-syllable, D-E-C-K-A-S-Y-B-L-E, I think. Is that right?” In answer you hummed and took him a little deeper, pushing his shirt up towards his chest. Gwilym took the hint and pulled it off before he grabbed your hair, leaning his head against the back of the couch. For a moment you just focused on sucking him off, listening to his shallow breathing and whiny groans. But you weren’t finished with your game yet.

“Epigraph?” you asked before bobbing down on him again, pushing yourself to take him deeper still. Gwilym remained silent as you gagged and pulled back from him again to breath freely. “Well?” “What did you say?” “Epigraph. Can you spell that?” He nodded as you resumed your bobbing, his hand grabbing at your hair, “E-P-P-E-G-R-A-F-F.” You hummed around him and his hips bucked up, pushing him further down your throat for a second. “No, don’t stop,” he whined under his breath as once again you let him fall from between your lips. “Sorry baby,” you wrapped your hand around his base and switched back to jerking him off, “you’re so hard though and I know you want to earn your orgasm like a good boy,” Gwilym nodded. “Okay, so spell meter,” “M- oh, I don’t know,” “You do know, baby, you just gotta try. Meter,” He scrunched his face up in thought, “M-E-E-T-R,” “See, I said you knew it, and you did it so well!” Gwilym gave you a dopey smile, looking proud at your praise, “I did?” His mouth dropped open with the movement of your hand. “Of course baby! You got it completely right because you’re so clever. What about sonnet, do you think you can do that one for me?” He nodded enthusiastically, “S-N-E-T,” “Very good! Okay, three more and I’ll let you cum,” “Okay!” “Okay, what about,” you thought for a moment, watching your hand pumping over his shaft as you trailed your fingernails lightly over his thigh, “Spell rhyme,” “Ummm,” Gwilym bit his lip in thought, soft grunting noises rising in his throat in time with your strokes. “It’s a bit of a tricky one,” “Yeah.” “And it’s hard to concentrate isn’t it?” “Mmhmm, so hard to con-ten-tate,” he thought for a little longer as you slowed your hand, “rrr- R-I-M,” “So clever baby! Okay canto,” “Oh! Ummm,” Gwilym pouted and whined as you unexpectedly drew the tip of your tongue around his head, “I don’ know,” “No?” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Okay what about, poem?” Gwilym seemed to have reached the last dregs of his knowledge, grunting in frustration as he shook his head again.” “You sure you don’t know?” He bucked his hips up into your hand as he shook his head again. “Alright, I’ll give you an easy one then. Spell your name for me, spell Gwilym,” Gwil’s eyes lit up at the suggestion but his face quickly slipped into a frown again, the expression getting more pronounced with every passing second he didn’t say anything. He sought out your face, his eyes brimming with frustrated tears, “I don’t…” his fists balled up as he looked to you for help. “You don’t remember?” He shook his head once more, a tear shaking loose and rolling down his cheek, “you said it was easy.” “It’s okay if you don’t know,” “Really?” he sniffled. “Of course it’s okay. You’re not supposed to know things.” “I’m not?” “Awww, of course not baby. That’s why I’m here, to know things, and you’re just here to make me happy.” Gwilym sighed and leaned back against the couch, smiling again. “Do you want to give it a try for me?” “Umm,” he whined as you slowed your strokes “It would make me very happy,” “Okay, umm…G? L? ummmm, M?” “You’re so clever, baby!” Gwilym giggled proudly and grinned at you as you adjusted your grip on his cock. “You’re my good, smart boy, aren’t you baby?” “Mmhmm,” he bucked his hips towards you as you took him into your mouth again. “Feels go-od,” he mumbled, almost panting with how close he was. You dragged the hand that rested on his thigh up to cup his balls as you sucked on his tip until he moaned and came, spilling his seed over your tongue.

You kept working your hand along his length, even after you’d pulled your mouth from him. “Was that a good orgasm baby? Did it make you feel good?” He nodded, pouting a little as you kept wanking him, “good oggsam,” It took all your effort not to laugh at that, biting on the inside of your cheek to keep from letting so much as a chuckle slip. Very few things delighted you as much as when Gwil forgot how to talk properly. “You know,” you said as you finally let his cock free, “sometimes when people have orgasms they feel euphoric. Do you feel euphoric?” “Mmhmm, you-porik.” “Clever boy. Do you want to help me feel euphoric?” “How?” “With your mouth,” “Oh! Okay!” You braced yourself against his knees as you stood, leaning forward to give Gwil a small kiss on the lips. He closed his eyes and smiled up at you contentedly as you shimmied out of your own clothes, dropping them all to the floor. “You going to let me lie down?” you asked, tapping Gwil on the shoulder. He looked around confusedly for a moment before his eyes settled on you, growing wider as he realised how naked you were. Without warning he surged forward, his hands grabbing your arse as he nuzzled his face in the valley between your breasts. If it were up to Gwil he would have stayed there all day but you had need for him elsewhere so you yanked his head back by his hair, earning a small noise of displeasure. “Don’t complain, baby. You want to make me feel euphoric, right?” “Mmhmm,” he hummed earnestly. “And how do you think you could do that?” “I don’t know,” “Maybe, cunnilingus?” “cun-un-un-un-gus,” “Exactly,” you directed his gaze down to your pussy, failing to hide your amused grin. But he was too far gone to notice, happily slipping to his knees in front of you. Telling him to wait for a second, you climbed onto the couch and spread your legs, beckoning him between them once you were comfortable.

He hadn’t been able to say the word but that didn’t mean he wasn’t skilled at the act. A string of soft hums and throaty sounds rose to your lips as he licked your cunt, the scratchy sensation of his beard only amplifying the soft, wet, warmth of his tongue.   “Can you, oh, can you spell poem for me baby?” Gwilym hummed and then started naming letters, his mouth still pressed against your cunt as if he didn’t realise he couldn’t talk and suck at the same time. You didn’t bother to stop him when he said too many letters or correct him when all of them were wrong. You just let his breath wash over you, his tongue flicking against your clit with each new letter, eliciting longer moans and sighs from you. “Fuck Gwil,” you panted, “keep going,” “Keep going,” he repeated, his voice muffled as he dragged his tongue all the way down your slit and then back up again, making you whine. You jolted when he reached your clit again and pressed against his head, keeping him close to you, your other hand trailing up your chest to tweak your nipples and knead your breasts. Occasionally you’d give him an instruction – “faster please,” or “do that again,” or “fuck Gwil, right there,” – and he’d repeat the words back to you, softened and often a little slurred together or mispronounced, before doing as he was asked, drawing you closer to release. He was pleased whenever another groan or mewl slipped from your lips, responding to them with sounds of his own as if he were savouring a particularly delicious meal. It seemed he’d taken what you’d said about making you happy to heart, though some of his whines might have had more to do with his cock, hard again and straining to be touched as his attention remained focused on you. “I’m c-lose ba-by,” you grunted as Gwilym pressed his mouth to your lower lips, as if to give you a soft chaste kiss, only to begin shaking his head side to side, rubbing his face against your cunt. “loase,” he muttered to himself, trailing his tongue back up to your clit, making you grind your hips up into him. It was impossible to keep your mouth shut in the face of such a feeling, wantonly moaning as you felt your orgasm bubbling to the surface. Gwilym hummed against you in response to a particularly loud moan which managed to be your undoing, your knees trying to clamp shut around his head as he continued to suck at your clit.

When you calmed enough to let go of his hair and loosen your thighs from around his ears, Gwilym looked up at you. His face was shiny and wet but he seemed to have regained some of his usual awareness. His eyes weren’t quite as vacant and his smile less dopey than it had been. “Feel good?” he asked, sounding almost normal except for a slight lightness in his tone. “Very good baby,” you leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips, tasting yourself as he opened his mouth and accepted your tongue. Slowly you dropped your hand between you, finding his cock again, not quite done with your brainless toy. He grunted against your lips and bucked into your hand as you stopped his return to sense. “Isn’t this fun?” you said softly as you pulled back, holding Gwil by the chin to stop him from trying to follow. “Yeah, fun,” a smile slowly tugging at his lips, “what is?” “Not needing to think, baby,” “Oh! Yes,” he laughed. “You’re too pretty to have a brain anyway, aren’t you? Much better off letting it leak out of your head,” “Mmhmm, much,” “And do you know what good, dumb boys get?” “No?” “They get fucked. Would you like that?” “Yes yes yes,” “Alright, lie back for me,” you chuckled, giving his cock a final stroke. Gwilym settled on the carpet on his back, grinning as you straddled his lap. Silently he held out his hand, all but two of his fingers folded against his palm. “No, I don’t need your fingers sweetie,” you said, giving the tips of his two fingers a light kiss, “as dextrous as they are and as much as I enjoy them, I think I’m okay skipping straight to your cock,” He nodded, letting you place his hand down on the floor again. You watched his face as you slowly sank down onto him, once again the picture of cunt drunk bliss with glazed eyes and his lip between his teeth. He smiled as you leaned down to kiss him, rolling your hips against his slowly. As you tongues entwined again, Gwilym framed your waist with his hands, slowly dragging them up your sides and onto your chest. He cupped each of your breasts in one of his palms, squeezing softly as you rocked forward and back. “Better than Byron isn’t this?” you asked, pushing yourself up a bit, but not so far you couldn’t kiss him again. “Wha’s Byron?” You laughed, “Y’know I think this might be the dumbest I’ve seen you. Can’t believe all it took was a rigged spelling test. He obviously didn’t understand, staring blankly back at you.

What he did understand was that you were moving further away from him and he whined as you pushed yourself to sit higher again, bracing your hands on his chest as you used your knees to raise and lower yourself. It still wasn’t enough though so you shifted again before too long, placing a hand behind you to grab Gwil’s leg. You leant back on it changing the angle of Gwilym’s cock, and felt his hands drop from your chest, no longer able to reach as easily. They came to rest on your leg, his fingertips digging into your skin as you rode him, keening as you felt the start of your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck Gwil, fill me so well, feels so good,” “My dex-ik-tus cock?” You couldn’t help but laugh, taken by surprise at his misunderstanding and mispronunciation of dextrous, but you nodded in agreement too, repeating your sentiments about how good it felt. “Wanna make me feel even better?” “How?” You sat forward again and reached for his hand, pulling it to your clit. Gwilym took the hint, messily rubbing as you bounced on his cock, but his whines and moans only grew as you rode him. “You’re close?” “Mmhmm,” You were on the verge of asking if he could hold it when he came with a groan, pulsing inside you. But you didn’t stop. “I’m close too, baby, so I’m gonna keep fucking you, okay?” He nodded, eyes fixed on you. “Good boy.” You panted, grabbing his wrist to hold his hand at your clit and adjusting your rhythm. Each time you sank back down onto him you did it harder, slamming his cock into you as deep as you could manage, groaning with each one. Your orgasm was frustratingly close but Gwilym was becoming steadily more sensitive as his subsided, wincing more with each of your thrusts. The winces turned to whimpers which turned to whines as you whispered that you were so close. “Almost baby, almost,” “Please. Hur’s,” “Nearly, just. One. More,” you threw your head back with a moan as you finally found your release, Gwil whining when you pulsed around him, a fresh tear running from the corner of his eye onto the carpet as he squirmed under you.

“Sorry, baby,” you said softly as you carefully dismounted him. He hummed as you kissed him again, leaving an extra kiss against the tip of his nose. “Did so well, such a good boy for me,” “Yeah?” “Mmhmm, so good,” He gave you a slightly watery smile and let you pull him into a cuddle, sighing contentedly when you brushed your fingers through his hair. You stayed like that for a while, knowing that later you’d regret lying on the floor for so long but unable to find the energy to move or the willpower to tell Gwilym you had to let him go. He gradually lost the fucked out expression, becoming more aware of his surroundings and more capable of clear speech. “How are you feeling?” you asked when you realised he’d blinked away the last of his sex drunk vacancy. “Better than before. Little tired but much more relaxed and very satisfied. And, before you ask, yes that’s satisfied and yes I can spell it if you want,” “I believe you.”

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Quiet In The Library 3

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Request: Pretty please can you do a quiet in the library part 3 ?? 😁your writing is Top Notch I looovve the way you write roger! Congrats on 1000 followers you deserve them all!!! 💕💕 

Please can u write more about quiet in the library ? This is so fucking good I’m super fan 🥺 maybe reader can be a little cocky for once like teasing him at a show or something then Roger get his revenge visiting her again 🥰 if you don’t feel it that alright, I love ur writing anyway !!! (Probably one of the best at writing smut especially) 

Pairing: 70s!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), dom!Rog, sub!Reader, public sex, library sex, spanking, unprotected sex, 

Words: 2777

A/N: Written as part of my 1000 follower celebration, I got 2 requests for this one! I’ve been meaning to do a QITL 3 for a while and actually planned to have dom!reader in it but that was before I felt comfortable writing dom!reader and I kept putting it off so maybe I’ll write a QITL 4 at some point 🤷‍♀️

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When Roger called and invited you to watch him play you were excited for two reasons. Number one, you genuinely enjoyed the music and watching the boys play was always a good time, especially now they’d found a slightly larger audience to play for. And, number two, you felt like you could get a little payback. You’d spent weeks of work unable to think of anything but the ways Roger had used you among the non-fiction shelves. There was a small stain on the carpet in the back row, a lingering souvenir from Roger’s last visit, and every time you saw it you were hit by a flurry of memories and the sudden need to get off. It was only fair for you to give him a taste of his own medicine and after all, this was essentially Roger’s workplace, unconventional is it was. So, with that in mind, you got ready in an outfit that could only be described as the complete opposite of your workwear. There was no room for knee length skirts or smart ponytails. Instead you opted for a short skirt and a plunging neckline. You let your hair down and did your makeup, anything to make Roger hot under the collar. 

They were still setting up when you arrived and headed backstage, but you caught Roger’s eye and blew him a kiss.   “Well look at you. Very different to last time I saw you,” he said as he came over and hugged you in greeting.   “Yes well, that’s what you get for visiting me at work. I told you that was the least sexy outfit I owned.”  “And what does that make this outfit?”  “Well I thought it was definitely one of my sexier options, wouldn’t you say?” you twirled a strand of hair around your finger as you spoke.  “I might go so far as to call it slutty.”  “Bit rude –”  “I said might!”  “But not completely incorrect.”  At that moment Brian walked over, “Rog c’mon we’re- oh Y/N! Hi,”  “Hey Bri,” you gave him a quick hug too, hoping Roger was looking at your short skirt riding up as you pushed yourself onto tiptoes.  “We were just discussing Y/N’s outfit. Seems out sweet little librarian is in the mood to pick up,”  “Thanks Bri for telling him about my job, by the way, so glad he knows now.”  Brian rubbed his neck sheepishly, “Sorry. I was drunk and it slipped out.”  “How’d you even find out? I never told anyone,”  “Saw you there a few months ago. Kept meaning to ask you about it but it always slipped my mind.”  “Yeah well, this one,” you jerked your thumb at Roger, “has been a right shit about it,”  “You love it,” Roger said with a grin, “anyway Bri, what’d you want?”  “Oh shit, yeah. We’ve gotta go get ready. Are you gonna be here after the show?”  “Course she will be. Unless she finds some poor bloke to take home,”  “I’ll be here, front row the whole time. Wouldn’t miss your show for the best lay in the world.”  “That’s cause the best lay’s up there playing,” Roger winked at you and then he and Brian disappeared behind a door leaving you to head out to the crowd and take your spot up front.  

It was useless to try and get Roger’s attention while he played. Between sitting at the back of the stage, his shithouse eyesight, and his complete focus on playing, there was no chance in hell he’d even be able to see you let. Instead you got yourself a drink and settled in to watch the show, chatting occasionally to a excited girl beside you. She’d snuck out for the night just to see them and maybe try to hit on Roger.  You looked her up and down, “Roger is very cute. Shame really,”  “What’s a shame?  “You haven’t heard? Roger’s already got a girlfriend. Hopelessly devoted to her apparently,” you sighed for dramatic effect, “I heard he’s been looking at rings and everything. Shame the rest of us can’t have a shot with him, but at least the other three are still single.”  “Oh,” she looked disappointed but you saw her eyes flick from John to Freddie to Brian and back again as if she were comparing her options, “Thanks for the heads up.” She turned back to the stage, her eyes now glued to the bassist. That was your competition taken care of, although there was bound to be more of them out there. 

As soon as the music stopped you made your way backstage again and latched onto Roger’s arm. For the rest of the night you were basically glued to him, making it very obvious you wanted him. You even went so far as to sit on his lap at one point, intentionally wriggling your arse against his crotch in an attempt to make him hard.  “Thought you wanted to score tonight?” he asked you while the others were distracted, “why’re you hanging round here?”  “Maybe I want something specific, something I don’t think just anyone could give me,”  “Alright love, I know what you’re doing,”  “Other than trying to get you alone?”  “This is a shitty attempt at payback, isn’t it?”  “I don’t know what you mean,” you hoped you didn’t sound too obvious.  “You made it so obvious,” he laughed.  “All I’m trying to do is get laid Rog. I have a late start tomorrow cause I’m on locking up duty and I thought I might have some fun,”  “You think you’re being clever but I’m on to you,”  “Ugh fine. I should have just let that slut from the crowd have you,”  “What slut?”  You waved your hand like you were shooing away a fly, “Just this chick I got talking to. She came here wanting to fuck you but I convinced her to go after Deaky instead. Told her you already had a girl.”  “Are you kidding?”  “Nope,” you laughed, “might have also told her you were looking to propose to your girlfriend.”  “Y/N! Christ you’re going to ruin my chances with every girl that comes to our shows. If that rumour spreads I swear to god.”  “Oh it’ll be fine. There’ll be plenty who don’t care how married you are.”  “Thats not the point! God you’re really in for it now.”  You rolled your eyes and stood up, “Well, I guess I’m gonna go home then since you’ve ruined my fun. I’ll see you next time, say bye to the others for me.” 

The next day work went without a hitch. There was no sign of Roger at all, although you were so busy all day he completely slipped your mind. It wasn’t until you were getting ready to lock up that you remembered his promise to get back at you. You moved to flip the sign on the door to CLOSED and managed to reach it just as Roger pushed it open.  “We’re closed Rog,”  “You talking the library or your legs?” he said as he barged inside.  You stepped out of his way, shutting the door behind him. As soon as you turned away from the door he had you pushed up against the wall, one hand beside your head so he was leaning into your personal space.  “Told you I was going to come back,”  “You did,”  “Was that what you were trying to get last night? Missed being a dirty slut for me and decided to get all dressed up to remind me you’ve got a cunt with my name on it?”  “No, I got all dressed up to try and fuck you in your workplace,”  “Didn’t turn out that way though.”  he dropped his other hand towards your thigh, “lift it up for me.”  Without thinking you grabbed your skirt and pulled it up.  Roger laughed, “I swear you get easier every time I come here. Undo those buttons I wanna see your tits.”  His fingers landed on your pussy and you hurried to do as he asked, letting your skirt fall over his wrist as you pulled each button loose until your shirt was open to your midriff, the bottom of it still tucked into your skirt.  “Good girl,” he said softly, moving both hands to your chest, pushing your shirt aside and teasing your nipples, “but being a slut for me now isn’t going to change last night. You need a lesson in who’s in charge here. Bend over your desk.”  You whined as he tugged your nipples before letting you go and pushing you towards your desk.  

You placed your palms flat on the desk, bent at the waist, and waited.  “No. Down,” he pressed on your back until you buckled, your chest pressed against the smooth surface as your moved your arms to hold onto the opposite edge. There was a rustle of fabric as Roger pushed your skirt up again, exposing your arse to the room.  “You’re already wet,” he didn’t sound surprised. He didn’t touch you, either. It was what you wanted most, just a light touch on your hip even, but he refused, instead running his fingers along the edge of the desk. Over the pamphlets about the Dewey Decimal System, tapping lightly against the jar your pens were standing in, until he came to rest on a book left there earlier. You weren’t sure what it was but it seemed to interest Roger. He picked it up, flipped through a few pages, examined the hard cover, tested how well he could hold it in one hand.   “Keep count,” was the only warning you got before he brought the book down against your arse.  “Shit, one,”  “Speak up. You’re closed remember, no one around to hear you except me.”  “Two,”  “Who’s in charge here?”  “You are Sir. Three,”  He kept spanking you with the book and you kept counting, the sting only getting worse with each one. You hissed through your teeth at a particularly hard smack, trying to remember which number you were up to when you heard a noise outside. A woman’s heels clicking against the concrete pavement.  “I thought you were closed,” Roger said softly, dropping his raised arm, the book falling to cover the bulge in his jeans.  “We are. Fuck Rog, hide,” you stood and tugged your shirt back into place, though there was no hope of getting all the buttons done up. Roger straightened the back of your skirt just as the door was pushed open and a woman wearing the same uniform as you stepped inside.  “Y/N, you’re still here?”  “Just finishing locking up, Kathy, what are you doing back?”  “Oh I just finished the groceries and realised I left my book here,”  “You mean this one?” you took the book from Roger, stepping in front of him in the hopes Kathy wouldn’t notice his dilemma, “I wondered who it belonged to. Lucky I didn’t chuck it in with the rest of the returns,”  “Y/N, who’s this?��  “I’m Roger,” he said sticking out his hand from behind you. You could have hit him as you tried to remember which hand he’d used to touch your pussy.   “He’s a friend of mine.”  “Was in the area and thought I’d off Y/N a lift home since it’s already dark out.”  “Well that’s nice of you,” Kathy’s eyes flicked from your unbuttoned and ruffled shirt to Roger, half standing behind you, to you flushed cheeks to the book she was holding, “At work Y/N? Kinky. Just don’t leave any stains or anything.”  “I don’t know what you mean Kathy,”  “Mmhmm, you can explain it to me tomorrow then, I’ll leave you to it.” She left with a last look at Roger and a chuckle.  

As soon as the door was shut behind her you turned around and slapped Roger’s shoulder, “you knob! Louder there's no one to hear but me,” your shitty imitation of his voice made Roger laugh, “almost got caught with my arse out.”  “Well at least you still had knickers on.”  “Gee thanks. Kathy totally knew what was going on though, and now she’s going to badger me for details and I’m going to have to make her swear not to tell anyone.”  “Geeze you’re secretive. So what if she knows?”  “So what? I don’t want my co-workers to know about my sex life thanks. Especially not about us having sex here. I hope your happy,”  “Not really. In case you didn’t realise I’ve got this boner that needs taking care of.”  “Even after nearly getting caught?”  “Love, nearly getting caught only made it harder.”  “Jesus,”  Roger laughed, “oh c’mon, don’t act like you weren’t turned on by it too. Remember when you gave me head and the person was on the other side of the shelves?”  “Vividly,”  “I bet you do. I bet you think about it while you finger yourself. Maybe think about that person coming round the shelf and watching while I fucked your throat,” he backed you up against the desk as he spoke, the edge of it pressing into your arse as he pressed his hard-on into your thigh.  You whimpered, unable to resist his demanding tone.   “You want me to fuck you?”  “Please,”  “Hop up on the desk for me. Gonna fuck you right here where you sit every day. Where your co-workers sit Where your boss sits.” His hands were on your waist as you wriggled back onto the desk, “I know how blushy and wet you get from being in the back rows where I’ve used you before. But those places are too easy to avoid. I want you to think about what I do to you from the moment you get to work to the moment you leave. I want my cock to be on your mind constantly. I want to be able to walk in here and know that you’re already wet for me.” Once more he pushed your skirt up, exposing you completely when he impatiently tugged your underwear off, “I want you to sit down in the morning and remember how good it feels,” he quickly undid his fly and pushed his pants down, “to be full,” he dragged his cock along your folds making your breath hitch, “of me.”  You let out a squeaky, “oh!” as he entered you, one hand slipping behind your back to hold you up as his other grabbed your leg. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hooked your ankle around him as best you could when he pulled back and sank into you again.   “Fuck,” you whined as he thrust into you again.  “Louder.”  You shook you head, trying not to moan.  “C’mon, I know you want to. It’s your one chance to be loud here, not going to waste it are you?”  “Rog,”  “Louder. Want you loud enough to draw a fucking crowd.”  You gave in, moaning wantonly as he fucked you harder.  “That’s it, let everyone hear what a whore you are,” he was panting, “rub your clit.”  Your breath hitched as you followed his direction and found your clit, circling it with your thumb. You could feel the pressure building, only strengthened as Roger leaned into your neck and began sucking at your skin. A string of moans and whined expletives tumbled from your lips and you weren’t sure you’d have been able to turn the volume down even if Roger had demanded it. All you could do was cry out as you hit your release. Roger continued to pound into you, half to keep your high going and half to reach his own. Even as your orgasm subsided, leaving you with a few lingering aftershocks and a heightened sensitivity, he kept going, his breath coming in rough pants. It took you whining his name for him to finally cum, biting down on your throat. 

“Jesus Rog,” you said softly when he finally let you hop off the desk, “what are you, a fucking vampire?”  “God could you imagine how hot I’d be?”  “Alright Dracula, calm down. Can you hand me those tissues over there?”  “How come?”  “So I can clean up the mess we’ve made,” you pointed at the desk where a small puddle of evidence remained.  “What do you have to do before you’re finished closing up?”  “Umm, make sure the windows are shut and back room is locked. Then I’ve just gotta get the lights and lock the front door. Tissues?” you impatiently stuck out your hand.  “You don’t need tissues because you’re going to lick it up like a good little slut. And then, if you’re lucky, I’ll take you back to mine and make you beg for more.” 

[bohemian-rhapsody-slash]

Ohhh that ask about those doms stealing John‘s collar got me very emotional cause I‘m also one of these stupid people who get emotionally attached to things. I kind of hope that Rog managed to get that collar back for John :(

Roger grins at the look of surprise on John’s face when he opens the front door.

“Oh,” John says, shifting Andrew on his hip slightly. “Hello. Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.”

Roger can barely contain his excitement, but he tries to keep a straight face. “Was on my way home and thought I’d pop by and say hi.”

He pulls a funny face at the baby on John’s hip, who gurgles happily.

John smiles. “I’ve just put the kettle on if you’d like a cuppa?”

“Ooh, yes please.”

Roger takes the baby from John as he’s led into the house, and the younger sub disappears to make tea. Roger takes a seat on the sofa in the living room, bouncing Andrew gently on his knee and blowing raspberries on his chubby cheeks.

“I think you’re his favourite uncle, y’know,” John laughs as he hands Roger a mug of tea.

“Obviously,” Roger says smugly, returning John’s son to him. “Uncle Brian is very boring, isn’t he, Andy? He’s not as much fun as Uncle Rog.”

Andrew giggles and drools.

John kisses his son’s head before giving Roger a concerned look. “How’s your jaw? You still look a bit bruised.”

Roger shrugs. “It was throbbing like crazy yesterday but not so bad today. The bruise didn’t even properly show up until a few hours later and Brian wanted to march straight down to the pub and track down those blokes.”

“I still feel terrible.” John reaches out to ghost his fingers over the bruise on Roger’s cheek.

“Not your fault, Deaks. It’s not your fault that you attract arseholes. Speaking of.” Roger grins as he digs around in his coat pocket. “I have something for you.”

Roger holds out the collar proudly, smiling when John’s eyes widen.

“Where did you get that?” John asks softly, complete and utter awe in his voice.

“In the dumpster outside the pub, would you believe it. I know how upset you were about them taking it, so I went back to look for it on the offchance that they dumped it. And I got lucky. They must’ve realised it wasn’t worth that much when they had a proper look at it. I mean-“ Roger quickly tries to correct himself when he hears the words come out of his mouth, “I know it was the best Freddie could afford at the time-“

“I know what you mean, Rog,” John says, eyes shining. “It’s the sentimental value that means the most to me.”

Roger smiles and nods. “Well, I’ve cleaned it for you, so it should be as good as new.”

He leans forward to fasten it in place around John’s neck, and his heart swells at the overjoyed look on the other sub’s face.

“Thank you so much, Rog,” John says happily, tears in his eyes. “I was devastated to lose this. Once again, you’ve saved the day.” He holds his baby close, and Roger doesn’t think he’s ever seen so much pure joy on John’s face.

“You’re very welcome.” Roger grins and tickles Andrew’s chin. “Doesn’t your mama look pretty with his collar on, eh? Don’t you think so, Andy?”

Andrew hiccups and sneezes.

“He thinks you look pretty,” Roger says confidently.

John blushes and leans forward to press a chaste kiss to Roger’s lips, much like the many friendly kisses they’ve shared over the years which aren’t so frequent anymore.

“Stay for dinner?” John asks gently. “Fred will be home soon and I’m knocking up some pasta.”

“Sounds lovely, Deaks, but I promised Bri a film night in tonight. We do need some sub time soon though after our disastrous attempt at the pub the other night. Something more intimate, just the two of us.”

John nods eagerly. “That would be amazing. It’s been ages since we’ve had any proper time alone together.”

Roger smiles sadly. “I know. I miss you, Deaks. It was so much easier when we all lived together. It’s great that you and Fred have the house and the baby, but I miss being able to just have a cuddle with you whenever I want.”

“How about this weekend? I can ask Freddie to watch Andrew and we can cuddle or have a bath or something. Just like the old days.”

“Sounds great.” Roger waggles his eyebrows playfully. “Maybe we should ask the Doms if we can play together? I’ve missed doing that stuff with you, and my vibrator is gathering dust in a drawer at home-“

“Roger.” John blushes but laughs, covering his son’s ears. “You know if I ask Freddie for that then it won’t really be sub time for us, because he’ll only want to watch.”

Roger winks. “I’m sure you can persuade him. We haven’t had any sexy sub time since you had the baby, so just tell him we’re doing it to boost your body confidence. So strictly no Doms allowed. We need a Dom free-zone for Deaky to feel comfortable.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to him,” John laughs.

“Good. I’ll talk to Bri but I don’t think he’ll have a problem with it; he’s been trying to encourage me to do something like this with you for ages.” Roger sips his tea and grins.

John smiles, and there’s something like fondness in his eyes. “Thank you for always looking out for me.” He fingers the collar on his neck.

“Always,” Roger says softly. “Us subs have to stick together.”