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[letssee2468]

Yall let me be real with you…

YALL THESE PORN BOTS ARE GETTING OUT OF HAND!!!😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

I’ve had enough! I already scrolled 5 consecutive post of these porn bots

Some one pls help me filter them out cuz im annoyed

[itsshawtyfellas]

I'm still not over how fucking hot Ben looked as Roger Taylor in borhap.

[thegreatwicked]

FicRecs

Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.

FicRecs

DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

[rogermyreligion]

The masseuse

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Female Reader.

Summary: You're the masseuse of Roger Taylor, drummer for Queen, but things get more personal as the sessions progress.

Warnings: smut, hand jobs, unprotected sex, slight nipple play.

Word Count: 3k

You were the masseur of several drummers at this point, even athletes, you are used to that level of people, you knew how to handle your nerves, you know that you do your job in an incredible way and that is why you have that reputation.

But Roger Taylor was a thing, he has a personality that you were not used to receive in your sessions, of course you ran into very nice people, but he was a very talkative man, very charming, very polite, extremely soft-spoken. The first time he broke the ice in such a way that you felt your cheeks getting hot, but he never crossed the line in an awkward way. It was a special client.

"So, why did you stop being a model?" he asked softly, while taking off his shirt and kicking his shoes, he looked at you a little from the corner of his eye to catch your reaction.

It took you by surprise, normally your clients don't talk too much, they’d tell you a few things, they’d tell you about some pain they have, etc. You giggled while rubbing your hands with a special gel, "Alright, very funny of you,"

He chuckled, "Sorry, I know that wasn't original, I'm sure you’ve heard better ones," he slowly lay face down on the comfortable massage table, feeling your footsteps getting closer.

"Not really, let's just say I'm not used to this type of comment, not from my clients,"

He felt a slight fear in his chest, "Oh- sorry, didn't mean to offended you," he tried to raise his head to look at you apologetically.

Now you laughed loudly, "Oh no, believe me you didn't," you pushed him down again, slowly with a hand on his shoulder, "Tell me Roger, you want me to start with your lower back?" you asked gently, smiling to yourself, redirecting your attention to your work and maintaining your professionalism.

He smiled to himself too, knowing he didn't cross any line. "Yes please,"

The sessions with Roger were amusing, and of course you weren't going to lie, he was an extremely attractive man with strong magnetism, he knew how to take the conversations where he wanted and had the power to make you feel very comfortable. He could make you feel that the two of you were having a special connection even if it wasn't even happening, he was very engaging.

After the 3rd session you found out his love situation, just out of curiosity (or so you thought) It turned out that according to internet articles and newspapers he had divorced last year.

Interesting.

-

"Fuck," he groaned, "Sorry-" he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the pain.

He was sitting on the couch, both of your hands were massaging the upper part of his right arm, going to his shoulder, the warmth of the room and the smell of the vanilla candles that you had lit minutes before he entered were making him fall asleep, softening it to the maximum.

"Yeah, you're contracted, when was the last time you rehearsed with the band?" you subtly asked, squeezing his shoulder with your fingers, noticing the hardness of his muscles, he was quite stiff, more than normal actually.

"A week ago, we took a short break because we had some problems," he told you, not glad at all, "Ouch" he complained hard when you touched a specific spot.

You frowned, stopping abruptly, thinking. He almost never complained out loud, always little whimpers, grunts or sighs.

He noticed your sudden lack of movement, he shot you a glance.

It was like you were just aware of his face, he was not well, he had bags under his eyes, his face screamed that he was exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally, you could tell.

Words can lie, but the body can’t do it as well, you have learned this over the years.

"Can you lift your chin a bit for me please?" you asked gently.

He did as you said, "Like this?"

You hummed in agreement, "Now turn your head to the left, face the wall,"

He did it.

You started concentrating on the junction of his shoulder and his ear, grazing your index finger, applying a little pressure. And to your not surprise, he had such a contracture that you could even swear that it had reached his jaw.

"Roger are you okay?" That question came out more directly than you had thought.

He found your question a little unexpected but he didn't feel invaded, in fact he enjoyed the talks in the sessions, even though there wasn't much that was discussed about.

"Yes, what was that for?"

"You're not okay, sorry that im telling you this but you're so tense," you realized you were literally invading his personal space, after all you were just his masseuse, not a therapist, automatically shook your head, "Never mind, im sorry, I'm going to apply some heat packs," you quickly changed the subject, a little embarrassed.

He followed your steps with his eyes, seeing how you searched for the heat bags, and after a long silence, he sighed, "My ex is driving me nuts," he blurted out.

You stopped your searching, calming yourself down now knowing he didn’t took it in an akward way, he was speaking and liberating himself from the stress, you grabbed one of the bags and started to fill it with hot water, you didn't expect him to continue talking but he did.

"He just won't leave me alone," weariness in his voice, "It's choking,"

You walked over to the couch with the hot bag, you gave him a compassionate look and stood behind him as you were before, gently resting the bag on the side of his neck, applying just a little pressure as you felt his body melt under the heat, with your other hand you began to massage his other shoulder, your movements were so slow that they were almost hypnotizing. You felt him sigh.

He closed his eyes, "And the band is going through a difficult time," he was focused on the hand that was touching his body, "It's just a lot you know, can't sleep well," he chuckled.

"It's normal, the body stores all our emotions, if they are mismanaged they can manifest as physical pain, that's why I asked you what was going on, sometimes just saying it out loud can relax you enough," you explained, the hand that wasn't holding the bag was working behind his neck.

His head began to fall forward slowly, "You're right" he paused, "The only good thing that happened to me these last few days was coming to your sessions," he laughed tenderly.

It all started to feel so personal, you were becoming aware of the atmosphere, the heat, the sweet smell, the softness of her skin on her contracture, the tips of his blond hair touching the back of your hand, you could hear his breathing, a chill ran through your back appreciating the present moment.

Your heart stopped beating for a moment, "Really?" you said as you put the heat pack on his other shoulder.

"Yeah, it's nice here, you're nice too," he confessed.

You giggled to yourself.

"It always smells good in here, your voice is soothing," he recounted, "And your hands are bloody amazing," he laughed, “They are made of gold, such a privilege,”

And again, that kind of comments that made you blush.

With his last sentence you felt a wave of self-confidence, "Yeah, people always tell me the same thing," you joked, intertwining some fingers with the hair that rested on his neck, causing him to shiver, you leaned just a bit closer to his ear, “Vainilla the candles, if you were wondering,” your tone was no longer profesional.

You really wanted to pull that hair and kiss that neck, you could smell his shampoo, it was intoxicatingly delicious.

Suddenly you had an idea.

"So, same hour tomorrow?" you suggested, you shifted your tone abruptly enough to make him blink, putting away the heat pack and moving closer to him again.

He froze for a moment, not understanding what you were asking him, plus, he was sleepy, "Wasn't it my turn on Friday? What day is today?"

You were amused, you subtly licked your lips, "I think you could use a session with me tomorrow," you placed a hand on his cheek, "I can take care of all that tension," your thumb grazing over his dark circles under his eyes , "The stress," your thumb now finding its way to his mouth.

And just as he was about to suck it, you pulled your hand away. He was totally drugged by your movements, your voice and your words.

You smiled widely, "So, im asking again, same hour tomorrow?"

He had a dopey smile on his face, tugging his lower lip between his teeth, now his smile turned into a big smirk, "Yes, I think it is fine,"

-

It was 4:25 pm, 5 minutes left for Roger to arrive.

Meanwhile you closed the curtains and turned off the big, bright lights, you only left a dim light from a nightstand, it illuminated enough to see clearly but gave it a much more cozy touch. You also lit the same candles, the room began to fill with a delectable smell but it was not suffocating, just perfect. Next to the armchair table you left a neutral oil for massages. You made sure to postpone the sessions you had for today, you were wondering if this was a mistake, but the reality is that you are doing a favor for a client, you are going to make him feel good, that's all.

The remaining 5 minutes passed very slowly until Roger finally arrived, "Hi there," he grinned.

You analyzed him all at once, those comfortable pants he wore, marking and embracing the contour of his legs, noticing the prominent bulge between his legs, something tells you that this man was already thinking about this situation in advance and that made your heart beat with emotion.

"Come in, make yourself comfortable on the couch," you moved to the side and let him in, locking the door.

Roger came in and sat down just as you said, shifting a bit to find comfort, "Yesterday was rough, my ex-" he started to tell you but you covered his mouth with your hand behind the couch.

"Don't worry, you don't have to talk," your hand exerting pressure while your other hand was sliding to the elastic of his pants, "Not about her," you mumbled, you noticed that he didn't bring boxers, you felt a heat between your legs, "Wanna feel good Rog? wanna be good for me now?"

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, he nodded and you moved to position yourself between his legs, kneeling in front of him.

When you started to pull his pants down he stopped you, "Kiss me" he sounded needy.

You moved towards his face and your lips crashed into his, it started slow, both mouths moved almost choreographed, he slid his hand behind your neck, increasing the pressure a bit, sinking you into his face, you parted your lips and he slipped his tongue inside, toying with yours, you could hear slight humming coming out of his mouth, it was hot, he was hungry.

You bit his lower lip, a little hard, "Fuck," he groaned, "You are beautiful," he made eye contact, his pupils wide, his blue eyes burning you, making you breath heavily.

You grabbed him with both hands, kissing him, devouring him, you broke the kiss and he almost whined in response, "Already needed?" you said rubbing the bulge of his pants.

He bucked his hips toward your hand, "All your fault," he chuckled with a groan, "Are you going to do something about it?" he caresses the back of your neck but suddenly he tugged at your hair, marking dominance, "Maybe you could put that pretty little mouth to work," his tone was serious.

You bit your lip, you lowered his pants, his cock went flat to his tummy, it was big, and you could feel it throbbing, after a few seconds of admiration you grabbed the bottle of oil, spreading a little on your hands, rubbing them.

Roger followed your every move with his gaze, wetting his lips as he watched as your hand gripped his cock, the oil was warm and it felt nice, the sensation forcing him to relax on the couch.

Your hand began to go up and down, it slipped easily, slick noises already making you wet.

"Oh," he groaned, throwing his head back, your hands quickening the movement, watching his chest going up and down.

It felt good as you massaged him slowly, brushing your thumb over his tip, a bit of precum already coming out, your other hand went to the base of his cock, squeezing a little as you listened to his chocked moans.

"Y/N-fuck," he moaned, the sensation was incredible, "Feels so good," he mumbled, digging his nails into the couch when you increased speed, he closed his eyes.

"Mhmm," you giggled, feeling empowered, "That was what I wanted, watching you relax, all blissful because you are about to cum," you said while toying with him, looking at the sight of him, his cheeks were a bit red because the heat of the room and the candles, slightly oh coming out of his mouth every second.

He’d smile at everything you said, you could tell he was enjoying it, sometimes he tried to thrust his hips against your hand to feel more pleasure, and that's when you slowed down, playing with his pleasure but not making him suffer.

You were growing impatient, feeling the tickle between your legs while you watched him enjoy, this was not on your plans but you couldn't resist much more, you suddenly stopped and he whined, "Fuck me," you blurted, unbuttoning your pants and taking them off with your panties.

His eyes lit up, a smirk quickly formed in his mouth as he watched you undress, "I wanted to fuck you the second i entered to this room the first time," he said grabbing you by your hips.

You jumped over him, straddling his hips, your hands resting behind his neck, both faces inches apart, breathing each other air, heavy gasps coming in and out. Roger gripped your hips, pushing you down so he could graze himself in order to get some relief.

You grinned, wiggling your hips over him, your pussy lips embracing his cock, the oil and your wetness lubricating and facilitating the situation down there, “Please,” he chocked a giggle, “Dont tease,” he shot you a plead look, trying to push you down.

But you resisted, chuckling, “So eager,” you kept your wiggling.

“Well, give me something else to put my attention on,” he chuckled a gasp, taking off your shirt, his eyes droping to your tits, watching your lack of bra, “Now thats what im talking about,” he cupped them with both hands, bringing one nipple to his mouth, twisting it with his tongue.

You gasped, pushing your tits out.

He glanced at you, pleased with himself, “Oh you like it?” he circled both nipples with his thumbs, watching you squirm under his touch.

You started to look for the tip of his cock, you wanted to sink down so bad.

He hummed a giggle, “Eager?” he bit your nipple softly, happy with your whining.

“Fuck Roger,” you finally found it, sinking down on his cock, “Oh- god,” you closed your eyes.

He erupted a groan so loud that you clenched around him, “Yes- please mov- move now,” he demanded, his hands returned to your hips.

You started to jump, feeling full all of sudden, your tits bouncing in front of his face, “Fuck- this is bloody amazing,” he moaned, his hands timing your jumps, eyes fixed on your tits, “Touch yourself,”

You brought your hands to your tits, squeezing so hard, “Please, Rog,”

“Let me enjoy th-this,” he moaned, grabbing the bottle of oil, spilling a little on your naked body, the warmth embracing your skin. His hands began to wander around your neck, your tits, going through your chest until they covered your entire waist and squeezing your ass. The way his hands slid easily through the oil was arousingly hot.

You tugged at his hair, trying to relieve yourself.

He found you lovely, your skin shined because of the liquid, pretty moans coming out of your throat, watching his cock appearing and disappearing. When he wanted to realize his legs were already shaking, his orgasm approaching, you were jumping frantically.

“Fuck- Y/N, im coming-“

You took him by his neck, pushing him against the couch, your other hand finding your clit, rubbing as fast as if your life depended on it, “Oh- oh, so close,”

He was gasping, biting his lip, closing his eyes as your orgasm hit you like a train. As your climax faded, your movements began to slow, returning to stillness, moaning and clenching, riding through your orgasm.

He stayed you still as you were clenching, it seemed to help him reach the peak of his pleasure, moaning and shooting his load of cum inside you, panting like an animal. “Jesus Y/N,” he chuckled, fighting for air.

You laughed, “How you feel now,” you said while you brushed some baby hairs from his forehead.

His smile was wide, “So good,” he swallowed hard, “So fucking good,”

You patted his chest, trying to get out and come back to your feet but he tugged you down again.

He looked at you, “Can we stay like this for a bit,” his soft voice touching your heart, “Feels nice,” he was drawing abstract patterns in your back.

How could you say no?

“Yeah,” you sighed contently, giving him a quick kiss and hugging him around his neck as he closed his eyes, he started to give you lazy kisses over your shoulder.

“Cup of tea after this?” you mumbled, offering.

He chuckled, “You are godsend,”

Masterlist

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Hormones - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader FanFiction

Summary/AN: I initially intended this to be smut or implied smut, but it came out rather fluffy. I might write a part two if people are interested. The reader is horny and on her period, and has something to share with Roger.

Warnings: mention of periods and pregnancy (non-descrip.), sexual innuendos, etc. Mainly fluff.

Word count: Aprox. 700

Only four months into your relationship you had a pregnancy scare with Roger. Luckily, it was just your period acting up due to stress, but you still decided to go on birth control. Birth control is more acceptable these days, so you were able to get prescribed it rather easily.

Your doctor said, if you’re lucky your period will stop completely. You still got yours but the pill helped regulate your cramps and lowered your flow a bit. You still had horrendous mood swings. Whenever you were in your period you would get insanely horny as well. Hormones are hormones, what would you expect?

You got your monthly yesterday and let Roger know. He always seems a little bummed when you get it, partly because that meant most sexual things were off the table, but also because it pained him to see you in pain.

Roger was sat on the couch, T.V. on a low volume as he flips through a magazine. “These reporters are rubbish. They aren’t reporting anything!” he scowled as he read through the article about the band.

You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving his cheek a quick peck. “Whatcha doing?” you ask, and Roger tosses the magazine away.

“Just reading complete and utter lies,” he mumbles, giving the magazine a side eye. He brushes off the ill feelings about the article and turns his head to meet yours, quickly kissing your lips.

“What’s up?” he asks, and you smile. “Nothing much,” you explain. You find your way around the couch and land in Roger lap.

“I know you’re in your period, Y/N,” he says. “You know how I feel about that stuff.” Roger wasn’t entirely grossed out by menstruation, but he felt that you should be taken care of and rest while on your period, not handled like some one night stand.

“Okay, Mr. Jumping-to-conclusion,” you huff. Roger rolls his eyes with a smile. “I’m not saying that you had that intention, but you know how riled up I get when you sit on my lap like this,”

He was right. If you were him, you wouldn’t be able to resist when you had a breathtaking girl straddling your hips who wouldn’t hesitate to start grinding on you at any moment.

You shrug. “Well sorry that I want to show my beautiful boyfriend some love and affection,” you say, crossing your arms in a dramatic way, and Roger laughs. “Don’t be like that,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss which breaks you out of your bit.

“What can I help you with, love?” he asks. You wrap your arms around his neck again, gently gazing into his.

“I want to have a baby,”

Rogers' soft gaze turns wide. “Y-you want to have a baby?” he stammers his words as he confirms your question. You nod and your smile slowly fades. “Do you not want one?” you ask. Roger quickly shakes his head. “No, no. Of course I want a baby. I’d love to have a baby,” his hands slowly move down to your stomach where your child would be resting. “I just- got caught off guard,” he explains.

You smile at his hands on your stomach, imagining you round with his child. “I want your baby.”

“Is this because you’re horny?” he questions. “Maybe,” you say. “But who says a baby has to be made out of pure, non-sexual love, and not lust?”

Roger nods at your point. “Well you’re going to have to stop taking your pills if you’re serious about this,” he explains. “I’m serious,” you tell him.

You've been thinking about this for a long time, actually. Even before you began dating you imagined yourself round with Rogers child, and his strong arms wrapped around to cup your stomach.

His lips suddenly crash with yours. He smiled against the kiss, humming as his hands moved up to grip your hair lovingly. You breathlessly part from the kiss. Roger leans his forehead against yours. “We’re gonna have a baby…” he whispers, and you smile. “Mhm…” you hum as his hands gently hold the non-existence fetus in your stomach. “You’re gonna be the best daddy there ever was…”

You hear a small snicker from Roger. “Trying to get me even more riled up?” he jokes. You hit his shoulder and laugh. “Shut up,” you say. He grins and gives you another kiss. “And you’re going to be the best mommy in the world, I promise…”

[illfoandillfie]

Late 80s Roger x Reader making love (a bit kinky if you want, anything really, just something sexy and cute) and having to keep it quiet bc of their kids.

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 7

Ahhh thanks anon this is a great prompt! Hope you like it for day 7 of the advent calendar!

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), implied p in v sex, implied unprotected sex

Neither your or Roger had ever been anniversary people. You had friends who were. They made big deals celebrating it at expensive restaurants or big parties and got each other gifts corresponding to how many years they’d been together. But neither of you had ever been like that. It wasn’t that you didn’t care or didn’t want to acknowledge the date, you just didn’t need to make a fuss. You kept things low key. Half the time Roger was away on tour anyway so there was no point making a big deal of it. It’d just lead to both of you feeling bad you couldn’t celebrate it together. When he was in town you might have dinner out or buy a bottle of champagne to accompany whatever you ate at home. Or sometimes you just counted it as celebrated if you got to have sex. Especially since the kids had come along. You used to try to make the sex different to normal in some way – a position you’d read about and wanted to try, and act normally reserved for special occasions – but you hadn’t even bothered with that recently.  

Admittedly, it was easier to have some alone time now they were all a little older, but still, three kids under the age of seven did not an especially active sex life make. Mostly it happened very late at night, right before you went to sleep. You were almost counting the days until your youngest would be at pre-school so you could manage a day at home with Roger, even if you had to take sick leave to do it. The kids were all generally sleeping through the night, but you did still have to contend with them sometimes stumbling into your room after a bad dream or a wet bed. More than once they’d managed to interrupt you at inopportune moments. So, when you realised your anniversary was coming up, you decided your present to both Roger and yourself should be a decent shag. One where you could actually finish without stopping first. Where you wouldn’t have to throw a robe on and show your daughter there was no monster in her closet and then stay with her till she fell asleep while Roger’s hardon deflated back in your room. Of course, Roger was in very strong agreement when you mentioned your idea, and during the lead up made sure you knew how much he wanted it with little squeezes and comments that made you blush muttered quietly to you while the kids were distracted. Which just made you more determined to have a good night. You considered palming the kids off their grandparents for the night but your parents weren’t free and Roger’s lived just a little far away for it to be worth the trouble. But hiring a babysitter would mean also getting a hotel room and eventually you agreed to make it work at home, you’d just make sure not to get too loud.  

The key, Roger confidently assured you, was making sure all three kids were completely worn out before you tucked them in. Bad dreams were the biggest risk but there wasn’t a whole lot you could do to prevent that. You just made sure the night light in the girls’ room was working and hoped it would be enough. But Roger took charge of exhausting the three of them – instigating tickle wars, playing whatever silly games they came up with, and then, when he wanted to sit down, coming up with objects for them to search the house for like some sort of scavenger hunt. When they were all looking sleepy you herded them off to do their teeth and get them settled. Roger read to the younger two in their shared room while you got the eldest settled with a warm milk that sent him to sleep quick. You hurried back to your room and stripped down to your knickers to save some time, settling on the bed, impatiently waiting for Rog. Almost absentmindedly you began touching yourself through your panties, but you figured things would go a lot smoother if you were even just a little bit ready by the time Roger was finished with the girls.  

He entered about 10 minutes later, pulling his fly down as he walked, pausing only to drag a chair under the doorknob just in case. If one of the kids did try to come in you’d get up but you didn't have to worry about being barged in on.   “You ready?” he asked, throwing his shirt across the room, “Because this is it, this is our shot.”  You giggled, trying to stifle the sound with your hand, “shhh Rog, we have to be quiet. If we wake them we’re screwed in the not fun way.”  “Well the girls were practically snoring before I got through the third page of Clive Eats Alligators so I think we’re good but sure,” He held his finger to his lips, somehow making the action feel sarcastic.   “Oh shut up,” you laughed settling back against the pillows and opening your legs more.   Roger took one look at your parted thighs and hastily kicked off his underwear, crawling toward you on the mattress.   You giggled again as he hovered over you for a kiss but too soon he moved away again, settling himself between your legs.   “Oh, okay really?” you asked, surprised as he kissed the front of your knickers, “Thought we were just going straight for the main event. Been touching myself to get ready.”   “I could tell and the wet spot made me want to taste you. So just stay quiet and let me.”  You squeaked a little as he licked over the wet patch, earning a little nip on your thigh before he pulled your underwear off and pressed his lips to your cunt.  

It had been a little while since you’d last managed any sort of oral but the way Roger so enthusiastically went about it made it seem like he’d been denied your pussy for years. Which made it all the more difficult to keep your pleasure to yourself. Small moans and whines escaped your throat every so often and, despite how hard you tried to keep them quiet, Roger seemed to enjoy telling you off for the smallest whimper. He’d hum in warning which would inevitably make you more inclined to moan again. He’d catch even the softest sounds, giving you little bites as punishment. You tried to deter his teasing by smothering your whines with your arm, something that clearly amused Roger and only seemed to encourage him. His attention on your clit became even more focused, until he drew another string of sounds from you.   “Do I need to stop?” He asked playfully, though it was hard for you to recognise the joke when you were so worked up.   “Please don’t. So close,” you managed to get out as Roger returned his tongue to your slit.   “Good,” he said against you, “Want to get you off like this.”   He made it hard for you to keep quiet, all his focus on your cunt until you gasped, a hand tightening in his hair as you came. That’s when it was Roger’s turn to moan, though he muffled himself easier than you managed.  

The shifting of the bed brought you back to the moment. Before you knew it, Roger was easing himself into you, biting his own lip at the feeling. After a few inches, he distracted himself by leaning forward and kissing you, stealing what little breath you had, groaning against your lips as you tightened around him at the slight change of angle. Slowly he sank deeper, filling you inch by inch. You grabbed his arse, encouraging him to go faster, and he grunted into your neck at your eagerness.   “I’m trying to be gentle, love.”  “Just fuck me, Rog.”  He chuckled at that and kissed you again and he let the last few inches of his shaft be swallowed by your cunt.   “Better,” you moaned.   “Alright, gonna start moving,” he grunted in warning.  The bed creaked as Roger moved but he didn’t find it as funny when you told him to keep it down.   “Do you want to be fucked or not?” he grumbled, giving another tentative thrust, making the bed creak again. Your laugh was cut short by a gasp at the way it felt as he moved within you. 

For a little while you both lost yourself in the sensations, ignoring the creaking as you chased your highs. And then you heard a cough from somewhere down the hallway.   Roger stilled instantly, and you bit back a whine at the abrupt end to the stimulation.   You both listened for more noise – small footsteps, a cry for one of you, the jiggling of your doorknob. There was a squeak from a different bed and you willed it to be nothing more than it’s tiny occupant rolling over.  “Swear they have some sort of sixth sense for when we’re trying to fuck,” Roger breathed out, “You think that’s it?”  You shushed him and strained to hear more but everything was quiet again, “Yeah, false alarm.”  Roger sighed against your throat, “If I didn’t love your pussy so much I’d regret spending so long going down on you.”  You batted his shoulder, “Just hurry up before one of them wakes for real. Want to feel you cum in me.”  Roger was laughing softly as he kissed you, only to eager to do as you asked.

[bunnysorchids]

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[rogertaylorshbb]

"after concert" roger Taylor x reader imagine

hi, this is just a short imagine I have been working on. I've been trying to work and get better on my smut writing skills. the smut I've written in the past has been Absolutely horrible, don't know how anyone actually even read it. if you wanna tell me your thoughts about if its good smut or not, please comment!! but anyway enjoyy!!♥♥

Roger came up from behind you, his loud footsteps and heavy breathing making his presence known. You could see his sweat dripping down his chest as he whipped his sweat with a towel. Roger groaned, staring at you, he walked over to you gently placing his hands on your shoulders. “You look nice,” “Mhm, you like this outfit?”. “Yea, makes you look so fuckable” he groaned desperately. Roger smiled, his tongue grazing the top of his teeth. “Hey, why don't you be a good girl for me?” he whispered. You nodded, guessing what he had in mind.

Roger slowly started to undo the buttons on your shirt, his hands sloppy with frustration but once he got the buttons undone he was fast to cup your breast desperately as he softly let his fingers wander passionately. You moaned over the sensation of Roger's overworked hands gripping at you. He Lightly took your nipple between his teeth as he trailed down your body.

You slid your skirt off and Roger smiled.

 “Good girl,” 

He reached for the sides of the chair you were on, kneeling to the floor.

Roger sensually glided his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, a shaky gasp escaping your lips.

“fuck-”

“Already so wet,” Roger groaned.

roger let his hands grip your things sucking on the soft skin, you could feel there was gonna be marks the next day

You whined because of his teasing. 

“Don't worry, by the end you'll be a soaking incoherent mess” 

Roger then slid two fingers into your cunt slowly, then Sucking harshly over your sensitive clit. 

You moaned uncontrollably. 

His perfect stamina and speed makes your drip onto his hands. 

He smirked seeing you frantically gasp and tremble. 

You could feel his fingers pushing into you as his swollen lips and wet tongue roughly sucked at your clit. 

You could feel yourself reaching climax but to your disappointment he moved his mouth away from your clit, and pulled his two fingers out from you as a wet sound followed.

“Roger please” you desperately begged. 

“Don't worry I'm not gonna stop, just figuring out what way I should let you finish”

You tilted your head back. “God” you breathed.

Roger placed his hands on your hip-bones pushing himself up. You melted yourself into the chair as he looked deeply into your eyes. 

“Please, roger, just fuck me”. 

“sit on the make-up desk”

You quickly stood up propping yourself up onto the desk.

He carelessly took his clothes off. 

As he walked close to you, you ran your fingers over his hard penis. “Uh uh” he tutted “you can suck me off after if you want to, but now, I just wanna be inside you”. 

Roger looked into your eyes.

He grabbed you hips needlingly and slid himself into you, your loud gasp making him chuckle. 

Roger's head fell forward to your chest, his hair falling in front of his face as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

He started to pound into you recklessly but still so loving at the same time. Letting his hair fall onto his face and he groaned louder. 

“I- fuck- it feels so- jesus christ” you stuttered. 

Roger roughly grunted as his fingertips dug into your hips.

You reached your orgasm, your fingernails digging into his back as his warm breath breathed into your shoulder.

Roger then jolted as he came into you, his soft groans and whimpers.

“Fuck, your so amazing” he whispered his eyes scanning your body.

He slowly slid out of you, his fingertips touching your wetness. Roger examined your cum covering his hands. “I'll get you a towel”.

Roger picked up a clean towel and carefully whipped all the mess off you including his cum. After he picked up his pants and underwear sliding them back on. 

You walked over to him. 

“Are you tired?”

“A bit” Roger chuckled, “why?”

“Well remember what you said earlier? About me being able to suck you off…..only if your still-” 

“y/n, i'm never too tired for that”

He slid his pants back off falling into the chair. 

I've tried my best with this, but I still think it feels a bit awkward 😭. I hope it is good to the person reading this. I'm also gonna write part 2! anyway, again, hope you enjoyed!!

@sarcastic-sourwolf

[oktobersilver]

♡Making Love to The Ultimate Mind.♡

summary: John ends up getting a bit handsy underneath the dinner table.

contains: smut, teasing, rough sex, ect this is also the arena era!!!

You and John had been dating for several months now, and by this point you knew all of his bandmates pretty well, they had all just got done with their most recent concert, 'as the lights go down' which would be put out as their upcoming live album 'Arena'. You and everyone were all beyond proud of how the show turned out, especially proud of your boyfriend, John.

You met with the band backstage before the tour bus arrived, John walked up beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist before pulling you into a sweet, loving kiss.

"What d'you think of the show? I think it went rather well, probably one of our best ones." John said, looking at you with a sweet smile.

Y/N smiled brightly at the tall man, "I loved it! As always though, I'm proud of you, I'm proud of everyone, I know how hard you all worked on everything and it most definitely paid off." Y/N expressed, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek as the rest of the band flooded backstage.

Simon appeared next to John and gave him a pat on the back, "Hey John, hey Y/N! Concert was pretty fun wasn't it?" He spoke energetically, smiling at the pair.

The two nodded as the rest of the band sat around backstage, including Roger sitting outside for a bit.

Roger walked back in, smiling at everyone as he cleared his throat. "I ordered takeaway for all of us, I got some extra too." He said as he ran his hand down the back of his jet-black hair.

Everyone nodded in agreement, to be fair it was around usual dinnertime, so it was best if everyone got something, especially considering the long show that they had just got done with.

Fast forward, they all head back to the studio with the dinner for the night, you noticed a few glances from your boyfriend, John, but you didn't take it too seriously.

You all sat down at the dinner table, everyone got their food and began eating, talking, ect.

You felt a hand slowly go up your thigh, you glared over at your boyfriend, John, who was sitting right beside you, seeing the faint smile that crawled across his lips.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and you knew he did, his hand slowly started to make its way to your inner thigh, teasing you ever so slightly.

You tensed, shuddering as you glanced at him, you knew he was enjoying every second of this. To be fair, you were getting off on it too.

Simon turned his head to you, "You okay over there, Y/N? Got the chills?" He asked with a near mouthful of his dish.

You cleared your throat and nodded, "I'm fine! I just get cold chills sometimes." Y/N quickly answered with, Simon shrugged it off and continued talking to Roger, while Nick and Andy talked about their next album.

John's hand made its way under Y/N's waistband, creeping to your sensitive spot, his slim fingers stroked your clit at an agonizingly slow pace, making you almost buck your hips into his touch.

You bit your tongue, feeling your stomach curl as the tension between you and John practically boiled at this point. You could see him starting to get hard, so you decided to slip your hand under the table, palming his developing boner.

Y/N saw the look in his eyes, fully lust blown by this point, his cock hardened under your hand, Y/N began also teasing him at a painfully slow pace.

John's fingers slipped inside of you, curling inside of your pussy, you choked back every bit of noise that was to come from your mouth, spreading your legs as you couldn't help but ever so slightly lean into his touch.

Y/N cleared her throat as John pulled his hand away. "I'll be right back, I have to wash my face for the night." Y/N announced, glancing at John, signaling him to follow along.

The two walked down the hallway, Y/N walked into the bathroom that was there, feeling a tug on her arm.

You looked at John, suddenly you were slammed against a wall, his leg was pressed against your pussy as his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, biting at his lip as you quickly hustled to get your clothes off.

John helped you as he stripped of his clothes, holding you up as his hands enveloped your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Baby, please, god I need you in me so bad" Y/N cried out, John's cock slid against your entrance, teasing you in the most cruel way.

"Do you really? God, I'll fuck you properly, I'll fuck you until the only thing that you remember is my name." John uttered before leaving marks all scattered across your neck.

You pleaded for him, until his cock slammed into you, causing you both to moan as his dick struck inside of your pussy, throwing his head back as his bleached fringe fell infront of his lust-blown eyes.

You both panted into eachothers mouths, feeling his cock hit every single one of your sweet spots, sending you closer and closer to the edge.

His lips took over yours, your legs clenched around his body as you dug your nails into your boyfriend's shoulders. His throat rung out a low groan as his cock filled every inch of your pussy.

You bit your lip, slinging your head back in pure pleasure as you cried out, "Oh, fuck! Harder, baby, please!" Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, feeling the boiling pit of arousal curl inside of you.

John's pace began to get harder, cursing profanities under his labored breath as he hung his head down by your neck, his thrusts getting sloppier as he neared the edge.

You could feel the heat rush all throughout both of your bodies, both of you were slicked in a thin layer of sweat, feeling every inch of him fuck you raw. His hard cock hitting your G-spot, effortlessly with every move.

You could barely hold your eyes open, you were practically crying for him, god, you've needed him all day, and he most definitely needed you.

"Y/N, I'm close, fuck I'm close." John pleaded, you could feel his precum start to release inside of you.

Profanities spilled out from under a mix of your breathy moans, becoming an absolute mess, all because of John.

"I'm close baby, I know, I know, please!" Y/N begged, groaning his name between your teeth, that was all it took to push John over the edge.

His cum shot inside of you, spilling all throughout of your pussy as his lips clung to yours as you both felt the aftershocks of your shared orgasm, he slowly set you down, kissing you passionately in the same exact spot you had just gotten fucked in.

You kissed his cheek, nudging your nose against his. "Should we clean up sweetheart?" Y/N said with a slight giggle.

"Probably, the others are probably wondering why it takes so long to wash your face too." John replied, followed by a shared chuckle.

⊰ END ⊰

[deakyislife51]

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[bohemiansweede]

Birthday Party

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor & Reader

Warning smut

A/N Rogers POV

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Yet an other birthday party

Yet a year older

Yet even more frustrated

I was now 40 years old...

40!!!!!! You saw right

Not that the actual number gaved me panic, but at this age you were supposed to have your own family right?

I haven't even started

Dominique and I broke up after arguing over having kids or not

She yelled at me, said that I was a young brat, even tho I was over 30

Then the years and years followed of partying and consuming booze and women

Two years ago I met Debbie, I fell for her beauty and we had an amazing time together

But

Now it was a reversed situation

I was ready to have a family, she wasn't

I looked at her getting ready for the party, adjusting the boobs in her slinky dress

She was absolutely beautiful, it wasn't that I was complaining about that, but..

- Are you really going to wear that Debbie?.. You look like..

- A slut?, you can say it Roger, am I an embarrassment for your friends and family huh? You want me to look like a bored housewive?

- Ehhh.. No.. But

I felt stupid now, like a complete moron

- We have discussed this before Roger, I'm not ready for the next step, to have a family, not yet, maybe.. in 10 years

Did she say 10? That means I'm 50 then

I freaked out inside, my palms started to sweat and I dried them off on my pants

I saw her pack down her toiletries in a bag she already had under our bed

- Debbie?

She didn't answer

I looked on my empty whisky glass and to her again

- Did you plan this Deb?

- I'm going to my sister, think through if you want to wait for me Roger, otherwise there is no point to continue this

She walked through the door in her high heels and I was left alone in my big mansion

My head was both full of thoughts and empty at the same time

I took down one more whisky and wrapped the tie around my neck

*knock knock*

On the other side of the door stood the most beautiful girl I ever seen

I was frozen to the ground and for once in my life quiet

- Mr Taylor?

- Mmmm... I eyed her from up and down, up again and scratched my jaw

- This is the Taylor residence, am I right?

- Oh, sorry mam... Please forgive me, yes.. it is.

I continued to stare

- I'm Y/N, I own the catering firm you hired for the party

- Sorry mam, you are correct, I behave like a fool, please.. Come inside

- Oh it's alright Mr Taylor, but I have my staff outside waiting with all the food

She fired of a beautiful teasing smile

I followed her outside like a lost puppy

She turned around and looked at me

- And.. btw .. It's Miss..

I shewed on my bottom lip and swallowed thick

Her crew had already put up tables with food and drinks

I had totally forgotten that my neighbour had offered to help arrange everything

My head was a mess I couldn't think clear at all and SHE did NOT make it easier for me

I guided her around and when everything was done in the garden I showed her the way to the cellar

- That was an impressive amount of wine Mr Taylor

- Yeah?, I have collected a little

It got silent

Like an invisible force I felt drawned to her, it was something special about this woman

- Taylor??? Are you down here mate?

It was Brian

I let out a heavy sigh, was it already time for the guests to arrive?

We took a couple of more bottles each and went up

The food and party was a huge success, and no.. It wasn't my idéa to have a school theme, but everyone seemed to like it

My eyes went constantly over to her

I raised my glass in the air and she nodded and smiled back to me as an answer

The drinks went down quickly and soon it was almost empty on the tables

I saw her go down to the cellar to collect more

- Need help Y/N?

She stood on a chair and took down a bottle from the top shelf

When she saw me she almost fell, she wiggled a little

- Ohh.. Ops... That was close

Her soft giggle made it buzz in my belly

I stod below the chair and held around her hips

- You ok there?

She looked down and placed her hands on my shoulders

I lifted her down from the chair

It was silent again

We just stood and looked at each other

I placed a piece of hair behind her ear

- Y/N .. I almost whispered

Slowly our lips met

- I... I can't..

- Why?

- You hired me, you are my boss

- I can assure you that you won't get fired for kissing this boss

Our lips met again and my grip around her hips tightend

She moaned, took a step back

and bit her lip

- I.. I have to work

I took her hand

- Hey... Wait. Do you trust your employees?

- Yes, she nodded, very much

- Let them do the rest, it's only drinks from now on.. They can manage that I'm sure

- But...

- The cake? I believe they can put that on the table too

Her hand felt small and soft in my hand

- Join me.. Be my company, mingle around, drink and dance with me all night.

As I could read her mind when she looked down

- Maybe she left a few dresses upstairs... Please.. I would lo..

- Yes.. I would love to, it's going to be an honour

As my eyes followed, I saw her go after my directions up the stairs

- John? Can I talk to you a minute?

He was totally waisted but I just needed to know

- Look... When did you know that Veronica was the one?

- Oh.. Right away, as soon as I layed my eyes on her. If you know, don't waist any time, go for it. Debbie have waited long enough don't you think?

- Thank you mate, ohh..no... It's not Debbie

I saw her walking towards me in a dress that hugged her perfect curves

I wrapped her up in my arms

- What is this about Roger?

I just smiled like a goofball

- John.. This is Y/N

Before he could react I scooped her away with me

Holding a glass of wine in her hand I introduced her to all my friends, to my mother and my sister.. Everyone

My arm never left her lower back

We chatted a long time with Freddie and Mary

And we even took a swirl on the dance floor

I scented her perfume and my lips nibbled on her soft skin below her ear

- You want me to stay with you tonight?

It was like she knew.. I knew

We knew

We finished each others sentences

We belonged

Hours went by and people began to go home

She stayed by my side when we waved goodbye to the last person to leave

And like it was the most natural thing, we walked inside my house hand in hand

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at her

It was a sheer glimmer in her eyes

- What are you thinking about Roger

I kissed her softly and a tear builded up in my eyes

- Can I be honest?

- Please be...

She rubbed my neck with her thumb

- I feel... I feel my life is running away from me, I don't have time to stop and smell the roses like I should. Freddie is sick, I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow.. I want to live today.. now.. Not waste it away.. Not another minute

- Roger, you have to slow down, live in the moment yes, but also allow yourself to be sad, to be dreaming, don't loose hope, there are many roses out there

- I know.. But. I want, I want this one

I kissed her again and again

With strong arms but wobbly legs I carried her upstairs

I didn't stop until I had the bed under her

Her eyes looked big up at me

I kissed her while I kneeled between her legs, slowly taking down the straps on her dress, kissing her neck, her shoulders, down the soft skin above her breasts

The nipples hardened at once and I nibbled at them looking at her

Her head was thrown back, exposing her long neck with a slight shimmer of sweat on it

I kissed down her belly and stopped

- Please.. Roger.. Please go on..

I just looked at her soft skin and smiled for myself

- In a minute, I just want to adore you for now

She smiled and pulled my head closer

I kissed her belly again and as I thought out loud..

- I cannot wait to see a baby grow inside of here

A tear fell on her skin

I continued to kiss down her hips

She lifted her bum so I could pull down her underwear

Without hesitation she widened her legs for me

I held under her thighs and buried my face into her heat

I kissed her folds one my one and just breathed into her core

- Ahhhhh

Her soft moans were like music to my ears

I licked her slit up and down and up towards her clit again while I entered two fingers inside her

Slowly slowly I fucked her in and out over and over again

Soon her walls started to tighten up around my fingers I continued to fuck her, just slowly

- ROGER.. OHH GOD

I let out a hoarse laugh and felt her intense contractions squeezing my fingers

I took them out and pushed in my tounge, licking her faster than the knew was possible, my fingers pinched her clit hard

She came with a scream

I licked her pussy clean from her sweet nectar

- I want you Roger.. Please.. Now

I stood up and took out the drawer next to the bed

She abrupted me and took my hand

- No... I want to give a baby to you

She laid back down on the bed and smiled at me

I crawled down next to her and adjusted myself between her legs

She took her hand around my cock and placed it in her entrance

My eyes locked with hers and bit by bit I felt her stretch out from me

We moved together just feeling ourselves out carefully until we couldn't hold it back any longer

I kissed her deeply and moved faster and faster in and out of her

- Y/N.. I want you.. I want..

- I'm yours Roger.. I'm yours

I held around her trembling body and locked my eyes with hers

I felt she was close to yet an other climax and I met hers with mine

An intense cascade of my seed rushed into her body like a spring flood

She held around me, pulling me closer with her legs, wanting every single drop from me

Still remaining inside of her I fell to the side, pulling her with me

Her big eyes looked at me while she laid on my arm

I tangled my fingers in her hair and kissed her nose

No more words were needed

I didn't need to search any longer, I had found my soulmate and she wanted me.. now.. Not waiting

I smiled and saw her eyes, glossy from all tears

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On my 41st birthday I woke up and heard her rumble around in the kitchen

I pretended to sleep

Her light footsteps in the stairs came closer and closer

Soon I heard her soft voice next to me

I peeked up with one eye and saw her... HER

A BIG tray with flowers, tea, Eggs Benedict, the Union Jack flag and a long shaped box

I thought for a second that not all her money were going to a new watch

She leaned down and kissed me

- Open it

[sweet-demiboi]

Roger Taylor x Male!Reader

Warnings: smut, obviously, light chocking, Top!Roger, Bottom!M!Reader, not really a dom/sub dynamic, you get a cramp and you have to take a break, missionary/doggy position, trans dudes/poc can read this Ig (the word dick isn't really specified and only used once for M!Reader, so I think you could imagine it as tdick)

Summary: The first time you have sex after Roger is back from a tour - with a little accident.

No Fem!Readers, please!

"Mhh, Rog~", you moaned.

Roger had been on tour, so you hadn't seen each other for weeks, the only thing you could use for a bit of contact were telephones. Usually though, you were in different time zones which made it hard for both of you to talk to the other.

The reunion after such a long period of time was always nice though, falling in each other's arms, laughing and telling stories with gleaming eyes. The first kiss was also always just as amazing. You loved Roger's soft lips all the time, but they seemed to feel even better when you hadn't kissed him for long.

And it had become a kind of tradition for you to immediately get each other out of their clothes when you set foot in your shared apartment. You both absolutely loved the get-back-together-sex. It was rough from all the emotions and lust, you both had to keep at bay for weeks.

In those moments you felt an intense connection, time seemed to slow down, the world was focused on you, and your eyes always locked.

In those moments with rough hands feeling each other up, hickeys sucked into skin, and rough fucking, there also always were soft, slow kisses, when Roger was fully inside you for the first time. There was his breath out, closing his eyes, just being at peace because he was finally able to feel you again.

Then he would smile at you, lean down, cradle one hand at your neck, and kiss your lips ever so softly. In his eyes, you deserved soft touches from him and he loved providing you with such.

Then he would start to move, making you moan and claw at his back. Often times you would cry some tears of pleasure, which deepened Roger's want.

His favorite position in this situation was you on your back, under him, and your legs spread as widely as they could go, letting him see and feel up your thighs. You being sprawled out under him was one of his favorite sights. He was able to touch you anywhere he wanted, see every emotion flickering over your face, hear every moan, grunt, or cry come out of your mouth, and watch your chest heaving with deep breaths.

He loved to see the man of his dreams like this. His perfect boyfriend. In one moment he would caress your cheek and in the next wrap his hand around your neck, making you groan.

Right in this moment, he was.

"You like that, baby?", a rhethorical question. Your eyes, hands on his wrist and glistening chest were telling him everything, already.

"Fuck, yeah", you breathed out "I missed you so much" He chuckled at that "Missed you too, baby" He squeezed your neck, making you moan lightly. He bit his lip at that "You look even better with my hand wrapped around your neck like that"

You chuckled lightly, out of breath, and searched for his eyes "I think so too" Next, you let yourself get lost in pleasure, closing your eyes allowed you to feel the contact even more intense. Him, being inside you, pulling out and pushing in, hitting your sweet spot dead on with every thrust of his hips.

His one hand wrapped around your throat, not making it particularily harder to breathe, just gripping it, which you absolutely loved.

Your hands wandered to his hips, feeling the hot skin under your fingertips as well as the motion he was creating. You could feel his muscles move, letting your hands direct him a little, gripping down on him.

This, paired with your closed eyes and breathing going faster told Roger that you were close. He smirked at that and only grazed his fingers over your sex, making you shudder. He started to massage your dick to get you over the edge and right before you were about to come, there was a pain in your thigh.

"Ah, fuck", you moaned in pain "Red, fuck, Roger, pull out" Your eyes snapped open, when your boyfriend immediately pulled out of you after hearing your safeword. You closed your legs, hand coming up over the cramped muscle in reflex. You sat up with a pained expression on your face.

"(Y/N), is everything okay?", Roger's hand was already on your shoulder, trying to provide some sort of comfort. His eyes were nervously flickering over your body, trying to find the reason of your pain "Did I hurt you? Was I being too rough?"

"No", you answered through clenched teeth "It's a cramp" - "Ah, shit, where?" - "Thigh" His hand was over yours in not even a second, pressing down on the aching muscle, until the pain left your body.

"You okay?", he asked, blue eyes looking at you worriedly "No", you cried out "I was just about to come" Roger laughed relieved "I know, love, I'm sorry for you. How about we have a short break and switch position?"

"Yeah", you replied, still a little pissed at your body for ruining your chance at an orgasm.

"That wasn't your fault", your boyfriend reassured you, giving you a kiss on top of your head, and cradling your cheek "Okay?"

"Yes, I know that", you half-smiled at him "It's just annoying when that happens. Especially when you're fucking me this good"

That made Roger grin cockily "We can get back at that" - "Hoped so" Your break was filled with making out, and touching each other, giving you butterflies. It always did, when Roger's tongue in your mouth was involved.

You decided on doggy for your next position, after you had confirmed that your thigh was okay again.

You pressed your cheek against the matraze, sticking out your ass, and arching your back. You knew that Roger loved that. It was confirmed to you after you heard a muttered "Fuck" from your boyfriend. The next thing you felt was him inside you again, pounding you roughly.

This time, you both were able to come. Much quicker than usual, due to the almost-orgasms from before.

After cleaning up, you found yourself laying on Roger's chest, his arms slung around you. "I love you so much, baby", you whispered "I love you too" Roger gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and started to caress your back until you fell asleep.

You were so glad he finally was back. You had missed cuddling like this.

[faithinthiscolour]

Of Crime and Passion.

simon le bon x john taylor (!1984)

SUMMARY: Simon was always in awe of John regardless of what he did, it all soon comes to light in the heat of the moment.

CW: sex, slight arguing, a bit emotional

It was getting later in the night, Roger & Andy were back at their rooms relaxing while Simon, John, & Nick were finishing up their brand-new, almost done album titled Arena.

"I think we've done pretty well, it's our fourth album and it's a live one!" Nick professed.

"I think I'm gonna follow the others and head to bed though, I didn't really sleep too well yesterday, you two need some rest too y'know, it's been a long week." Nick said, looking between the pair.

John and Simon nodded, flashing a smile at the light haired man, soon turning their focus back to the mixing board. The two rewound the tape, just cleaning up the sound a little bit.

"Y'know, I'm glad we got to make this album happen." John said as he turned the Simon, giving him a subtle smile.

Simon felt his face become flushed, he gave John a lighthearted laugh, followed by a nod, "I'm glad too, I think it'll turn out good." He said, reassuringly.

John focused on the isolated bassline before turning to Simon, "Hey, do you thi-" John spoke, shortly before getting cut off by Simon.

"The vocals don't sound weird do they? I wanted to clean up the guitar a bit, but I know that Andy would like to do that." Simon voiced, glancing up at the man across from him.

John sighed, he leaned his elbow on the table Infront of him, "No, they don't sound weird, you sound great, Simon, don't worry about it." John said in a miffed tone.

Simon grinned at him, John began to speak again, "But, do you think it'll be a hit? I just, don't want us to-" Simon cut off John, again.

"I think we could have the bassline cleaned up just a bit more, y'know, to pull it all together" Simon exclaimed, gesturing his hands to fit what he was saying.

John looked at Simon with a harrowed look, he furrowed his brows and cleared his throat.

"Simon, stop cutting me off."

Simon looked up at John, ever so slightly squinting his eyes. "What?" The blonde asked with a vexed twinge to his voice.

"You keep cutting me off, why do you have to be in control of everything as of recently? Why do you have to so intensely plan every single thing?" John snapped as he stood up, Simon snapped back, standing up as well.

"Where is any of this even coming from?? And what do you mean in control?" Simon called out, "All I want is for this band to be stable."

"Stable? I don't need your input, Simon, I'm capable of speaking for myself." John exclaimed, putting his hand on the table.

Simon sighed, "John, I'm scared of the band falling apart, I'm scared of all the tension getting worse, I'm scared of losing this." Simon called, stepping to the tall man Infront of him.

"Losing what? What, Simon? What exactly are you afraid of losing?" John belted with an underlying pitch of worry in his voice.

"I'm worried about losing our band, goddammit John, I'm worried about losing YOU, John, that's what I'm fucking worried about." Simon said, suddenly snapping at him, stepping closer to the man.

"How do you think I feel, Simon? I don't wanna lose this band, I don't wanna lose YOU, Simon, I don't wanna lose anything." John yelled out.

Simon's eyes widened, John was never really the yelling type, let alone the type to so openly express personal feelings.

"W..What?" Simon questioned, John's hand tensed on the face of the table, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Simon, I'm scared of losing you. I know the band isn't doing too well, I know everything seems strained but, Simon, I love you."

"I love you, and I'm fucking scared of anything bad happening between us, okay? I'm fucking scared of this band falling apart, I'm fucking scared of us falling apart." John's voice trembled, his hands shaking due to adrenaline.

Simon sat down in front of him, putting his hand over John's.

"I didn't think you felt like that, I thought it was the opposite. John, I love you." Simon admitted. He then spoke in the same breath,

"I love you, John, I always have, I even loved you in those thick-rimmed glasses, I always have, John."

His hand tightened around John's. John looked at the blonde, tracing his face with his eyes.

"You feel the same way..? Simon, I want this to work, I want us to work, even if the whole band necessarily doesn't."

Simon coaxed his thumb across the back of John's hand, as he tilted his head up at him. "It will work, regardless of if the band works out, we will." The blonde promised, giving him a reassuring smile. "Y'know, you're handsome too, John, you've always been attractive." Simon expressed. "I'm flattered, you really think that?" John laughed, a slight half smile creeping from the corners of his mouth.

"I do, I always thought you were fit, you're fucking gorgeous, John." A subtle grin spread across Simon's face, John looked down at Simon, laughing as he saw him.

"I've always thought you were fit too, Simon, god I never knew that anyone could be that good-looking." John admitted. "Oh, really?" Simon teased, narrowing his eyes at John. "Reeeeaallly." John replied, rolling his eyes at the blonde, followed by a teasing laugh. "You're a tease, John, you know that?" "How so?" John questioned, looking at the blonde.

Simon stood up, grabbing John by the collar of his jumper as he pressed him against the wall, passionately colliding his lips with his into a dirty kiss. John wove his fingers in the belt loops of Simon's jeans, tugging his hips towards him as Simon's tongue took full control of John's mouth, ousting out a low moan from John's throat.

Simon stuffed his hand down John's trousers, snapping the elastic of his briefs against his skin, urking a whimper from him. The two pulled their lips away;

"Simon..." John uttered in between his labored breaths, fidgeting hastily with Simon's belt buckle.

"I know baby, I know." Simon whispered as he helped John take his belt off, John hastily unbuttoned Simon's shirt, stripping it off of him as Simon stripped off John's trousers.

Simon palmed John's cock, causing him to let out a pornographic moan throughout the studio, throwing his head back in pleasure.

John unzipped Simon's jeans, immediately grabbing his dick and jerking him at an agonizing pace, teasing his thumb across the tip.

Simon groaned out John's name, pulling John closer as they pull eachother into a lust-filled kiss, John rocked his cock up against his, urking a sexual moan from both of them.

"Simon..I need you to fuck me, please." John begged, still rocking against the blonde.

Simon moaned, leaving deep, bruising marks along John's neck down to the top of his chest, grazing his teeth across the dip of his neck.

"John, I need you..please." Simon groaned out, grabbing at John's waist.

John nodded, "Please, please Simon, I can't take it." He whined, Simon then lifted him up against the wall, holding him up by his thighs.

"Is this okay?" Simon asked, panting to catch his breath.

"Simon, please, fuck me already, I need you to fuck me.", John groaned out, Simon's dick was already slick with precum, he thrusted his cock into John, causing a loud moan to ring throughout the room.

Profanities were cursed under each other's labored breaths, Simon's nails shallowly dug into John's thighs, slowly picking up the pace inside of him.

"Simon, faster..please" John begged, Simon rocked into the brunette, causing him to sling his arms around Simon's neck.

Sweat slicked throughout their torsos as his cock slammed into him, causing an array of pornographic sounds from the pair.

John looked up at Simon with lust blown eyes before hastily kissing him, intertwining their tongues together, moaning and panting into each other's mouths.

Simon's thrusts became less consistent, while John's moans became more breathy, John leaned into Simon, clawing at his shoulders as he wrapped his legs around the blonde's hips.

"John..I'm close" Simon breathed out, his thrusts getting harder as John nodded, "I..I'm close too, Simon, cum in me, please" The brunette cried out, Simon's cock slammed into him right before cumming, John reached his climax almost immediately after Simon, his cum slicking his stomach.

The two took a minute to catch their breaths before John stood up, the pair embraced each other into a passionate, loving kiss.

"You think we should clean up?" Simon asked

John smiled at him, "We probably should, y'know, I'm still shocked you feel the same."

The two laughed as Simon grabbed a paper towel, sharing lighthearted kisses planted across each other's faces.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[rogermyreligion]

Smut prompt 54 and 40 and maybe Roger being obsessed with eating you out even though you can’t take it much longer??

40. "I can never seem to get enough of you."

54. "Im not necessarily hungry for food right now."

“jesus Rog” you giggled trying to push him off you, he was kissing your neck fiercely, practically sinking his lips into the junction between your jaw and your collarbone, non-stop.

After making out Roger was always very clingy, like he was drinking the last of you, he liked to keep glued to you a little longer, touching you, sliding his hands over your skin as if he hadn't done it 5 minutes ago.

But now he was more vicious than ever, as if an erotic spirit had invaded his body.

“You are so beautiful” he said while pressing his fingers hard against your waist, grabbing you hard, hungrily.

You were amused, “Whats gotten into you” you ended that with a soft moan, he was sucking your neck, groaning.

"I can never seem to get enough of you." he smirked at you, eyes falling to your lips. He crashed his lips against yours, in a messy kiss.

Your hands went to hold his face, deepening the kiss, both tongues were fighting, both trying to take some control, breaths getting mixed, Roger didn't seem to give up because one of his hands went to the back of your neck, pulling your hair, his mouth traveled from your breasts, playing with your nipples in the middle, until it reach your belly, he positioned himself between your legs, his torso resting on the bed while his fingers tickled your hips.

You couldn’t help but squirm at his touch, giggling, when your gaze went to him, you found Roger looking at you straight in the eye, like he was waiting for an approval but it was evident what he wanted, and he wanted it badly.

Biting the inside of your thighs, growing impatient, remaining the eye contact, it made you wet your lips, trying to grind your hips against his face.

“Pleas-" you were cut off by a surprised moan.

Roger buried his mouth between your legs, lapping uncontrollably, his hands trying to spread you even more.

One of your hands went straight and hard to the mattress, grasping the sheets, "Fuck- wh- oh god"

His tongue licking you felt like heaven, the way he hummed against your sensitive pussy made you clench around nothing, he pressed his tongue flat on you, sliding slowly up to your clit, his lips embrace it delicately as he started to suck, saliva dripping out of his mouth, which made it mind-bending, he could tell by the way your back raised from the mattress.

His vision was heart-stopping, you were falling apart just in front of him, completely naked and soft. Helpless. He could see the veins of your hand because of how tightly you were gripping the sheets. You had your eyes closed and his name was spilling from your mouth, sweat forming on your forehead.

“So close, f-fuck” your other hand ended grasping his blond locks, Roger’s reply was a hoarse moan. “Im coming!” ecstasy flowing through your body.

His only response was to speed up, now his lapping was messy, swallowing and licking all he had within reach.

You came with a loud moan, waves of pleasure crashing over your system like a train, dissipating in gasps and soft laughter, your chest was raising and falling, Roger was caressing your belly while cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand. You gave him a satisfied grin.

But your calm was disturbed by a sudden strong electric feeling, “Roger BLOODY hell-" you whimpered, his mouth was engulfed inside you again.

Both of his arms were hugging your thighs in order to keep you in place, you were squirming at the overstimulation as he kept lapping your juices, feeling your little nub growing sensitive and swollen.

“Lov- please-" you cried out, trying to stop him, you grabbed his wrist, closing your legs around his head, you could see his head going up and down, gasping for air but with no plans of stopping his work.

But he stopped for a second, he shot you a tentative look, it was a relief for you while you were trying to get some air, “Im not stopping until you began to tremble" and with that he buried himself again, his hands helping to hold your thighs up.

You let your head fall onto the pillow with a sigh, “For god sake- oh” you could hear your own ragged moans.

He groaned as he felt your hand grasping his hair, quickly he dipped two fingers inside, which you replied with a filthy moan almost inmmediately.

Now his mouth was attached to your clit, pumping his fingers in and out, the wet noises were making your skin turned like a chicken.

He took the sight of you, "I could be like this for hours, just watching you,” he deepened his fingers as deep as he could go, making you scream and curl your toes, “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this... just for me”

You looked at him, a tear sliding down your cheek, your nerves were burning, now you could feel the other orgasm coming, your vision turning to blurry.

He went down again, hands opening your folds and his tongue sliding up and down again, touching every sensitive merced he could reach, he could feel your skin vibrating deliciously.

You just cried, "Almost- almost-"

He gazed you up, “What?” voice muffled, squeezing your thigh.

Your hip jerked, “Im- coming-“ whimpering dripping your mouth.

He just chuckled, “Let it go love," and with that he returned his attention to your clit, hearing your moans as a signal to keep going.

Your second orgasm hit you powerfully hard, you literally felt like your soul was leaving your body, Your legs were so numb that you barely noticed that Roger had his face resting on the side of your thigh, looking at you and squeezing it. He watched as you were having aftershocks, your body was electrified.

“You alright doll?” he had a big smirk formed on his face.

“Yeah” you giggled, exhausted.

“I think this an obsession" he pursed his lips, collecting wetness from your cunt with the tip of his index finger.

Your body spamed and you chuckled, streching your arms, “Naughty boy” you yawned, “Wanna eat something?”

"Im not necessarily hungry for food right now." he slided his fingers through your slit.

“Rog,i dont know if can take much longer”

He had a wicked face, “You will." he said while approaching his face againg, nuzzling his nose there and feeling you clench.

Masterlist

[illfoandillfie]

A Different Kind of Eduation: P Is For Pet Play (Chapter 13)

ADKoE MASTERLIST

Pairing: Professor!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: After being broken up with for not being kinky enough, Reader seeks out her professor to give her some private tutoring so she can win her boyfriend back.

Chapter Summary: Reader learns a few new tricks in Roger's latest lesson.

Warnings: Modern AU, smut (18+), slow burn romance, dom/sub dynamics, dom!roger and sub!reader, professor x student sex, dialogue heavy, role play, pet play, puppy play, training, holding, fingering, spanking, collar, butt plug, orgasm delay/cumming on command, a bit of degradation and humiliation

Words: 9951

A/N: I think writing is a winter sport for me. Which is part of why this chapter has been sitting at 85% finished for months. But, the weather is finally cooling down here in Aus and this chapter is finally done! I'm excited for ya'll to read it. Hopefully I've edited it enough lmao

(Also, apologies for any formatting weirdness, it's because tumblr now has rules about how many characters can be used before you have to put in a line break or whatever, so I had to go through and break up some paragraphs into smaller sections. It should still be okay but all my fics are also available over on Ao3 if you wanna read them that way)

As always *** indicates the smut scene.

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“Don’t you look professional,” Roger had teased, handing you a rather large glass of water in lieu of the wine you’d usually have, as you got settled in the study. You’d gone to his straight from work, so were a little more business casual than what he usually saw you wearing. The break from routine threw you off a little but mostly because you were too early for dinner so went straight to the study for your extra lesson. And you quickly got over it.

“So, pet play,” you’d said once you were settled, prompting Roger to start. “We touched on the basics last time,” he slipped easily into his teacher mode, seeming totally unphased by the change to routine, “but was there anything else you wanted to know?” You thought for a moment, “I guess I’m not totally clear on why people do it. And, like, you said it wasn’t always about having sex? I don’t really get how a scene with an animal can lead to sex but then also kink without sex sounds paradoxical.” “Very reasonable questions.” Roger tapped his whiteboard marker against his palm as he decided where to begin, “Last week I said that there were any number of reasons people might be drawn to role play and that includes pet play. Different people like it for different reasons. But I suspect thats not really what you were asking about.” You hummed and nodded your head, “Yeah, I guess my big question is why animals? Why don’t just do the naughty nurse thing or whatever.”

“Look, pet play isn’t something I am incredibly familiar with, certainly not when you compare it to other aspects of BDSM, so I can’t pretend to be an expert and I can really only speculate on some reasons people might be drawn to it. From what I’ve seen of it and the people I know who dabble in it, I think pet play offers an element of creativity that some other kinks don’t always seem to have. Creating your pet’s personality or even the costume you wear. Which isn’t to say roleplaying as anything else doesn’t also have those aspects, but I think for some people working out how to act like an animal can be more of a creative challenge or something more long term than your typical role play concepts. A person sinking money into animal inspired fetish gear is going to be inclined to revisit the role play multiple times, expanding on it, experimenting with it. But really, I think for most people, it’s not inherently about the animal, per se, but the animal opens up opportunities for exploration that other role plays may not. We established last week that part of what may draw people to role play is acting like someone else. You can be more demanding, or more sultry, or more adventurous than you regularly feel. Pet play just pushes that idea a bit further. Depending on the animal you choose and their temperament, it might be as far from you as you can possibly get.”

“Mmmm,okay,” “I know it seems a little contradictory to say it’s not about the animal while trying to explain why other role plays may not appeal the same way.” “Just a bit,” “It is important to keep that in mind though, especially while we discuss how pet play can be incorporated into a sexual dynamic. It’s not acting out bestiality. It’s about roles – someone being in control of someone else in a concrete ownership way – and it's about scenarios that connect with the chosen pet. The way people who take on a canine persona act will likely be vastly different from those that take on an equine persona. And the scenes they choose to play out will in all likelihood be quite different too. For instance, a pony play scene might be physically demanding to simulate a racing experience – being ridden, using a crop, that sort of thing – or it might be an exploration of breeding through a scenario where the horse is put out to stud, or, for those who are more into a show horse type aspect, it might be more about dressing up in costumes – masks and hoof mitts or leather bodysuits - and being shown off at live kink events, maybe even performing a dressage inspire routine.” “Sorry, hoof mitts?” “A type of bondage gear, not always used for pet play. Basically, they’re something submissives can wear over their hands or arms as a type of restraint. They make it impossible to hold or grab things and sometimes they can represent animal paws or hoofs.” “Jesus, alright.” Roger chuckled, “We really are only scratching the surface with these lessons. Anyway, another example, cow play also known by the term HuCow, a portmantau of human and cow. Any guesses what that might entail?” “If you say milking,” “Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” “No way,” you snorted.

Roger shrugged, “It’s not a crazy as it sounds. Lactation fetishes aren’t all that rare, which probably says something about the way breasts are viewed and sexualised but that’s a discussion for another time. But also, it doesn’t have to involve actual lactation, it could just be about squeezing the breasts or even “milking” a penis until it ejaculates. HuCow scenes can tick a number of boxes for people. Those with breast or pec fetishes might like it for the emphasis it can put on that part of the body. There is, like with pony play, a potential for exploring a breeding kink, both as a cow or a bull. You can also get into some gender based kinks like forced feminsation and the like. A male identifying person could be made to act as a female cow, maybe dress in a cow print bikini and have their nipples stimulated as if they were being milked.” “Huh. Okay, that’s very specific. I guess I can see why some animal role plays might appeal to people more than other ones would. So, if we did do something with pet play, would you um, like me to be a, a cow?” “If you were drawn to the idea, I’d be happy to explore that with you. But I was thinking something more along the lines of puppy play.” “So no milking?” you teased, hoping to cut through some of your awkwardness with humour.

Roger smiled, “No milking, no. The first thing that came to mind was a training type scene. It’s fairly classic in the world of puppy play but with good reason. Training is a big part of owning a puppy, reinforcing desired behaviours, teaching them what behaviour is acceptable, teaching them tricks. But training can also be part of many other kinks and sexual dynamic. Sometimes it’s intentional training, sometimes more subconscious in just aiming to handle more intense sensations or to explore wider within a preferred kink. Impact play fans might train to be able to enjoy being struck with a crop instead of just a paddle. Someone might do throat training to be able to deep throat more comfortably. A dom might train a submissive to say thank you after a spanking or to ask permission to cum before each orgasm. We’ve done some light anal training in that I gave you a plug and you wore it to help adjust to the sensation and so you could take me better that way. It’d be my hope that, if you were inclined to try it, a scene about training might be easier to enjoy than something more out there like milking. You don’t have to respond yet,” Roger hastened to add, “I still want to answer your second question before we even think about prac.”

You were relieved Roger didn’t require an immediate answer and that he hadn’t forgotten your initial questions because you weren’t sure you could make a decision without knowing more. But you supposed you could also see the logic in his idea and, the way he’d explained it, training didn’t seem as scary as some of the other things he’d mentioned.

“So the second part of your question is a little more complex.” He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts, “You were curious how pet play can lead to sex when one person is acting like a literal animal. The answer is, the same way any other kink can lead to sex. Remember, it’s not about the animal, it’s about the dynamics. Playing as owner and pet is often just a variation of dom and sub – there's the power element, control, the stuff we’ve talked about in nearly every lesson. And, like I said before, the person taking on the pet role is probably also taking on a different personality than normal so that can contribute to the sex. But a large part of the kink community, I would even hazard a guess that it’s the majority, would tell you that any kink can also be fun when there’s no sex involved. With pet play specifically, it’s a fun excuse to dress up, to play, or curl up with someone you care about and have a nap. It can be comforting to feel as if someone owns you when you wear a collar for them. There is tenderness in having your hair brushed and being petted, feeling looked after and cared for. Pet play can just be a different way to express affection for someone.” “Not gonna lie, that sounds kinda nice.” “It really is. That doesn’t just go for pet play either. It is entirely possible to be in a kinky partnership with someone and never have sex. You will find that every single kink we have covered, someone out there enjoys it in a non-sexual way. Bondage, impact play, sensation play, you name it. Though, of course, different people define sex differently and have different boundaries around it. Go to enough kink events and munches and you realise how wide the spectrums for these sorts of things are.”

“So like, they’ll just be tied up and not fuck?” Roger chuckled, “Yeah, sometimes it really is just about the sensations and emotions involved in being restrained. If you continue to explore kinks after, uh, well after we complete this course, you may find that kinks you considered challenging or uncomfortable become more enjoyable when penetrative sex, or any sexual touch at all, isn’t part of it. It’s just about experimenting and figuring out what you enjoy and then defining those boundaries.” You felt a little sad at the reminder that your tutoring would eventually stop but tried not to show it too much. You figured that, as much as Roger might say he enjoyed teaching you, he was probably also at least somewhat looking forward to their end, just to be done with the risks to his teaching position if nothing else.

“Now, not to completely undercut that idea,” Roger said, pulling your attention back to his lesson, “but, if you are curious and okay with trying pet play, I was intending on steering it in a more sexual direction. That is the core point of these lessons after all, to learn about kink and how to safely incorporate it into sex. Of course, it’s helpful to keep in mind that what I’m teaching you isn’t the only way to enjoy these kinks and that enjoying being spanked or called names or engaging in role play doesn’t require an enjoyment of any sort of sex; but sex is kind of what we’re here for.” “So what are you thinking then?” “I’ve already suggested puppy play but did you have any other ideas yourself? I don’t want to tell you what pet to be if there's an idea that interested you or something you’re more drawn to. Role playing as a pet might feel a bit different to role playing as my groupie, and I’d prefer you to be comfortable with the selection than just to do what I want.”

“I don’t know, um, I guess my only thought was just not a cow.” You gave a little shrug, feeling pleased when Roger laughed, “If you think puppy play is a good staring point for me, then I’m happy to go with that. How exactly would it lead to sex though? I’m still not sure I understand that part of pet play.” Roger hummed in thought, “I think obedience and training is a very easy way to incorporate sex into a puppy play scene. I can reward you with physical touch when you obey my orders, or punish you if you don’t. Remember, you’re not being a dog you’re taking on personality traits and actions that align with behaviour common to dogs, but you’re a consenting adult who likes being spanked, so, if you want that tonight, I can do it.” “I want it,” you said with an eager nod, the thought alone enough to make you squirm a little in your seat. Roger smiled, “Okay, good. So rewards and punishments can be an easy way to incorporate sex and other kinks. In addition to that though, I can order you to touch me, or to position yourself in particular ways with the intention of turning us both on. I can tell you to behave in ways that will make you feel humiliated or demeaned, which we both know you get off on, or incorporate degrading nicknames that feel thematically relevant, like calling you a bitch instead of a whore. Even just the act of being bossed around will probably contribute. And they don’t call it doggy style for nothing do they.”

You realised you were biting your lip, “I like the sound of that.” “I thought you might. Now there are a couple things to go over before we start, just so we’re both on the same page and know what to expect and what’s okay. Let me know if something doesn’t feel comfortable or doesn’t sound enjoyable okay?” You nodded expectantly, curious to hear what else Roger had in mind. “Now, while my intention is for this to involve sex, I do also understand how out of your comfort zone a lot of this is, so I’d want to ease you into it a bit and not focus on sex straight away. Um, I’m thinking that you’d be in just your underwear to start.” “Sounds pretty sexy,” you joked. Roger shook his head but he was clearly amused, “I never said it wouldn’t be sexy, just that it wouldn’t focus on sex right away. In addition though, and only if you’re comfortable with it, I have a collar with a lead that you can wear.”

You stomach flipped at the idea “Oh, um, a collar? Like a dog collar?” “Well, it looks sort of similar to one a actual dog might wear but it is definitely made for a human. I did mention collaring very, very briefly when we were looking at bondage. They can represent a few things but one of the more common reasons behind collaring a submissive is as a symbol of ownership. Not necessarily in a master/slave way, though of course it can be. But if the sub wore a collar to a kink event it would be a very clear signal that that person already has a dominant. And in private it can be a signal that they are still okay with submitting to their dom, that they’re willing to follow orders or participate in a scene.” “Could I maybe try it on first, see how it feels before I decide?” “Absolutely, when we’re done here I’ll get it for you. I’d have some specific expectations too around what you are and aren’t allowed to do, things that could contribute to punishments and rewards. Obviously obedience is a major part of this so my expectation is that if I order you to do something, you will do it. Of course, if something is way beyond what you feel comfortable with you can say your safe word,” “Pizzazz,” you said at his pause. “Very good, you can say pizzazz and we’ll stop. We can stop for good if you want or we can just use it as a pause in the scene to check in with each other and adjust things. Does that sound okay?” “Mmhmm, yeah, definitely.”

“Good. My other expectation is that you answer to puppy and pup. I may also use your name during the scene but I may decide to just call you pup, we’ll see how it feels in the moment. And in addition to that, I want you to respond accordingly to good girl or bad girl. Now, dogs can’t speak so I don’t expect to hear much talking from you unless I ask you a question and prompt you to answer with words, or of course if you want to safe word. You can make sounds though, whatever feels natural in the moment. If you feel like barking or whatever, go for it, but if that feels too weird don’t worry.” He gave you a reassuring smile, “Umm, anything else? Oh, yeah, uh, dogs also can’t walk on two legs,” he laughed a little, “So, I would also suggest that you crawl around on all fours. And if I ask you to fetch something you should carry it in your mouth where possible. Does that seem reasonable?” You readily agreed. Though the idea of crawling around hadn’t occurred to you initially, it made sense and you reasoned that being on the ground would probably contribute to feeling more puppy-ish, or at least more submissive.

“One final thing, and this is definitely not mandatory but I figured you might be into it. Do you want to wear a tail?” Your mind jumped straight to the box of dress up items your kindergarten class had had including dinosaur tails you could tie around your waist. Surely Roger had to mean something else, “Uhh, a tail?” Roger held up a finger, signalling you to sit tight, while he ducked out of the room. When he came back he held up a butt plug that, instead of tapering into the traditional shape on the outside end, was instead decorated with a fluffy tail. “These aren’t always used with pet play and there’s a few different varieties. Technically I think this one is meant to be a fox tail, but I only thought of it a few days ago so my options were limited. You can definitely get ones that aren’t so fluffy, ones shaped more like a cat or dog tail that are thinner, firmer. There are little fluff ball bunny tails, horse tails, you name it there's probably a plug out there. The question is, do you want to wear it?” Your decision came quickly, “I’ll wear it.” and then when Roger raised his eyebrows as if asking if you’d really thought it through you added, “I think it’s cute. And I think wearing a plug will help make me hornier which will help me get into the scene more.”

“Alright then,” Roger smiled, handing the plug over, “I also brought the collar over, if you wanted to have a look at it too before we start.” You nodded, though it made you much more nervous than the tail had, and gingerly took it from Roger. The leather was smooth and cool to the touch but the inside was lined with a softer material that you assumed was for the wearers comfort. It had a simple buckle clasp, much like a regular pet collar, and a heart shaped charm dangling from it where a name tag would be on a real dog collar. “Can you help me put it on?” Roger nodded moving behind you to buckle it around your throat. He was gentle, carefully fitting it and checking that it wasn’t too tight both verbally and by slipping two fingers under the collar, before he finally fastened it in place. You reached up to feel the soft leather, tilting your head in both directions as you adjusted to the sensation of it. Your fingers slipped down to the heart charm, the metal cool against your skin, and you felt your own heart quicken a little. You put it down to a few nerves now that you were on the verge of trying pet play, though you couldn’t totally forget what he’d said about ownership. Belonging to Roger didn’t sound too bad.

“What do you think of it?” “I don’t mind it. It’s not as uncomfortable as I guess I thought it might be. I guess I probably wouldn’t want to wear it all the time but for a specific scene I think I’m okay with it.” “Does that mean you’re interested in trying a pet play scene?” “Might as well,” you laughed. You knew he was checking for good reason, that he was just trying to be safe, but it was tempting to remind him you’d not once backed out of a practical lesson, “I don’t necessarily think it’ll be super my thing but I am curious enough to try it out.” “Alright, sounds good. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and get ready then, there's lube in the cabinet over the sink. Just give me a shout when you’re good to go.” You nodded, feeling surprisingly calm, and collected the tail from where you’d set it aside on the desk.

It took you a little while to get ready – a few minutes to compose yourself once you were alone, the idea of acting like a dog suddenly sounding much more ridiculous than Roger had made it sound, and then of course there was the plug to sort out. The collar was a slight distraction too. Not because it was uncomfortable or difficult to wear, though you couldn’t exactly forget it was there either. But the sight of it in the mirror would make you stop, your fingers rising to run over the leather. You were kind of amazed that it didn’t feel worse. You’d also dithered about for longer than you might have needed to, trying to decide if you should leave your bra on or discard it since you’d had to forgo your knickers to wear the tail. Roger would probably appreciate it, if not prefer it, if you were totally naked. But then again, the bra would keep your boobs in place which was probably preferable while you were crawling around on all fours. In the end, you kept the bra on though you’d first asked Roger his preference when he met you at the bathroom door. “It’s up to you,” Roger had said patiently, “although, I think I’m much more likely to cum prematurely and ruin my pants if you’re totally naked. Going to have a hard enough time as is.” He’d dropped his eyes deliberately to your cunt and you’d shifted where you stood, knowing he’d know if you squeezed your thighs together but tempted to do it all the same.

He let his gaze linger on your lower half, as if daring you, before he finally tore his eyes away, “Are you ready?” “Yeah,” you nodded, “I think so.” “Okay, then on the ground for me.” You lowered yourself to your knees right there in the hallway, and then to your hands. The carpet was a little rough against your knees and palms, the tail tickling the back of your thighs, but it was easy following Roger’s instructions and you waited for the next one, hoping he’d keep making it easy for you. “Good girl.” He leaned over you as he said it, a soft metallic sound drawing your attention though you kept as still as you could. “Time for walkies,” he announced as he straightened, “Go on pet.” You crawled down the corridor, your heart thumping as you realised just what a view you were giving Roger as he fell into step behind you. You weren’t sure where exactly Roger expected you to go but made an educated guess it would be the bedroom since that was where you usually ended up. It was open when you reached it which you figured meant you were right, however, before you could enter you felt the collar being tugged from behind and Roger tutted, making you stop. A leash was clutched in his hand when you turned to look. “Not in there pet. The lounge,” You nodded, readjusted your direction and set off again, practically able to feel Roger’s eyes on your arse and wondering if the tail was hiding much from view.

When you crawled through the doorway of the lounge, you were pleased to find Roger had spent his time getting the room ready. The coffee table had been dragged aside, pushed up against the wall so it wouldn’t be in the way, and the curtains had all been drawn so there was no chance of any nosey neighbours seeing anything, a couple of lamps softly lighting the room instead. But that wasn’t all he’d prepared. “You wanna play pup? Go get your ball,” Roger pointed towards the far side of the room where a fuzzy tennis ball sat on the floor, as he took a seat on the couch. You obediently crawled around the couch to the ball, lowering your head to pick it up with your teeth. But you paused a few inches from it.

“Uh, woof?” you said, feeling rather self-conscious, but wanting to get Roger’s attention. You succeeded, which you could tell by the way he was stifling a laugh, “Yes?” “This ball hasn’t been anywhere near a real dog, right?” Roger shook his head, “Brand new. I’m not that sadistic.” “Just checking,” you smiled, before picking the ball up between your teeth. You hadn’t experimented with gags in any of your lessons with Roger, at least not yet, but you had to imagine wearing a ball gag would feel similar to carrying this tennis ball like you were. It forced you to keep your mouth open, made it difficult to swallow which meant you could feel yourself getting drooly as you crawled back towards Roger. He held out his hand and you dropped the ball into it, finding it difficult to ignore how being on the ground put you closer to his cock. It was a small step from noticing that to realising Roger was beginning to stiffen, and then to realise he was probably at least partly aroused from seeing you drooling with a stuffed mouth and naturally you couldn’t help but wonder if he intended to use your mouth at all.

“Good girl,” Roger cooed, no idea what was going on through your head, as he reached out with his free hand to stroke your hair like he was patting a dog. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, the praise making you feel warm and pleased and eager to earn more, although your instant reaction to Roger’s positive reinforcement made you think maybe he’d had a point when he suggested puppy play. You were turning into Pavlov’s bloody dog, getting aroused whenever Roger praised you. “Alright, pup, you ready to learn some tricks?” You gave an affirmative hum, hoping he’d find it an acceptable response and not demand you bark instead. Thankfully he seemed fine with any non-verbal response because he smiled and moved toward the centre of the room, dropping down to his knees, “Here girl.” At a click of Roger’s fingers you crawled over to join him, earning another good girl but this time the praise was accompanied by his touch. His fingers dipping between your legs to rub your exposed cunt.

“I’m glad you chose the tail over your knickers,” he said softly, “Think you might be too,” he added as he drew his fingers away, the tips glistening with your slick. You whined in response and nodded. Roger gave you a wink and then he was back to business, “Alright pup, we’re going to learn a few tricks today. Let’s start with an easy one, sit.” You weren’t a hundred percent sure what Roger wanted but you thought the most likely option was to rest back against your heels. “So close, pet,” Roger cooed, his hands firm on your knees as he directed you to open them, “Gotta keep your legs spread so I can reward you properly. Let’s try again, all fours now.” You felt a little annoyed at yourself for not realising, and hurried to obey him, eager to show you could get it right.

“Sit,” You sat back again, your arse against your heels, the plug being pressed firmly into you, your knees open. Roger took full advantage of your position, his fingers slipping between your pussy lips as he praised you again, drawing a soft moan from you. The sound of pleasure seemed to be Roger’s signal to withdraw his fingers, “Time to learn another trick, pup. When I tell you to beg I want you to sit just like this but put your paws up,” He physically directed you as his spoke, positioning your hands at chest height, elbows bent, fingers curved over your palms. “And whine so I know you need something.” You felt a little silly but whining wasn’t too hard since you did want him to keep touching you. “Such a smart puppy girl,” Roger said as he rewarded you again, each stroke of his fingers making you more eager to have him inside you. “Right, we’re gonna learn another trick now. Lay down.” You bit back a disappointed groan as he removed his touch again, and did as you assumed he wanted, stretching out on your front.

“Roll over,” Perhaps the increasing horniness was hindering your thought process because for a moment you didn’t understand what Roger meant. Did he want you to roll across the floor to the other side of the room? How would that be arousing for him? The whole situation seemed suddenly ridiculous and you forgot you weren’t meant to speak, “Really?” “Pup,” Roger’s tone was warning, “Do what I say now. Roll over.” “Sorry Sir,” you hurried to say as you prepared to roll yourself across the room until he told you to stop, still not sure why he’d be turned on by such a thing but willing to find out. But a full 360-degree turn was not what Roger had in mind. He stopped you once you were on your back, his eyes raking over your bra clad chest and then down to your bare cunt. You felt yourself blushing, partly from how he was staring and partly because you felt silly for thinking he’d jack off to you literally rolling around. Turning onto your back made much more sense.

Roger shuffled a little closer on his knees, “When I say roll over, this is what I want to see. But next time I expect you to put your arms and legs up too.” Once again he directed you as he explained, guiding your limbs into the air, knees and elbows bent. “This way I can see everything I own.” He gently parted your knees a little further so he could easily stoke between them, toying with your clit. “I can properly reward you for following my orders. Or punish you for speaking out of turn.” You yelped as he suddenly spanked your pussy but he was quick to sooth the pain, or at least distract you from it as his fingers dipped into your entrance. You moaned, willing Roger to press deeper, to give you more, catching yourself right before you’d added his name and a potentially pathetic, “please”.  Begging would only work if you kept your words to yourself. But at that moment Roger seemed inclined to reward you, his other hand coming up to rub your clit again as he started working his fingers further into you.

His paused again as his phone began to ring from where he’d left it forgotten on the couch. He rolled his eyes, “ignore it, it can go to voicemail.” You nodded, trying to block out the ringtone and focus on how Roger was touching you, his fingers pressing deeper and faster as if he were trying to make up for the annoyance of the phone. "Finally” Roger muttered under his breath as the call rang out and the phone fell silent. His fingers were still plunging into you, stroking you just right, pushing you closer to release. Your moan broke off in a disappointed squeak as Roger unexpectedly withdrew his hand, his mobile sounding once more. “Jesus,” he sighed exasperatedly as he shuffled on his knees until the still trilling phone was within reach, hastening to deny the call. “Right, where were we?” his voice softened slightly as he turned back to you but a moment later he was swearing as his landline began to ring. You sighed and let your limbs drop to the floor, craning your neck to look at Roger upside down, “Maybe you should take that.” “I should’ve taken the bloody thing off the hook,” he rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Alright pup, sit.” You dutifully scampered back to your knees, taking up the position he’d taught you. “Stay.” You smiled in acknowledgment, a little amused he was continuing with the role play.

Waiting was easier said than done.  Roger’s home phone was corded but the distance from where it hung to the doorway of the lounge was close enough that he could remain on the line whist he paced into your field of view and then back out. You caught snippets of the conversation – heard him apologise for missing the call and that he had company – and tried to work out who had called. “Mmhmm,” Roger hummed as he moved back into the doorway, “Well look now's not really a great time for m-. No, of course not.” Roger rolled his eyes and then threw you an apologetic glance.  You smiled back, his constant walking making you too wary to move from your position. He’d told you to sit and stay after all, he’d definitely notice if you rearranged yourself. But the longer the phone call went on, the more uncomfortable you became. Your knees grew stiff and you had to wiggle around to keep from getting pins and needles. Without Roger there egging you on, keeping you in the moment, stimulating you, the whole puppy thing started to feel even more silly than it had at the start. You couldn’t deny you were wet (it was hard to ignore) but you felt that was probably more to do with Roger than the scene itself. Although, perhaps you weren’t being totally fair in your judgement due to your current rising discomfort. You pondered the lesson so far, trying to work out how exactly you felt about pet play and how it was Roger could so affect you, trying to subtly shift yourself without being noticed. The tail plug was much closer to the forefront of your mind now, firm on one end and tickling you from the other and you were starting to feel a little chilly, close to naked as you were, but worst of all was the sudden realisation you needed to pee.

When Roger next crossed in front of the doorway you waved to get his attention and tried to tell him you were going to the bathroom with a lot of pointing. He didn’t seem to understand but he did seem amused, leaning in the doorway and holding up a palm to signal you to stay. You frowned and whined softly. Roger smirked as he said, “oh, I totally understand,” to whoever had called. He seemed to enjoy tormenting you because he stayed there, watching as you squirmed, and you were sure he was letting the conversation go on unnecessarily. At first you tried to beat him at his own game, attempting to ignore your growing need, but that just made you think about it more. You whined in desperation, louder than you’d meant to. As soon as you realised that Roger had heard the sound your attention snapped back to him. He chuckled into the reciever, “Nah, I’m dog sitting at the moment. No, no, I can see her from here, she's fine.”

It was mortifying to think someone else had heard you and you blushed as you pouted at Roger, but he seemed more amused than moved as he revealed he still had the tennis ball and rolled it towards you. At first you just let it sit where it had come to a stop near your knee but Roger clicked his finger and pointed at it. With a sigh you bent over, shuffling back a little so you could pick it up with your mouth again. Roger hummed into the receiver before mouthing a clear, “good girl,” at you. Unsure what exactly Roger wanted, you tentatively made to crawl towards him, but he stopped you with a raised palm. It seemed he wanted you to just sit there and wait, feeling yourself beginning to drool from the ball in your mouth, but unable to forget your bladder despite your arousal. Finally it became too much and you steeled yourself to beg for permission.

At first you stayed quiet, raising your hands to the position Roger had shown you, adjusting your posture so your back was straight and your chest was pushed towards him in the hopes it’d help persuade. Roger just looked at you expectantly and you realised he wanted you proper humiliated. Squeezing your eyes shut you whined into the tennis ball still between your lips. It took another louder whine before Roger became convinced. “Hold on one sec, I think she needs to go outside.” If you hadn’t been so embarrassed and distracted you’d have given Roger credit for doing such a remarkable job sounding natural when there was so much laughter in his eyes. He disappeared for a second as he placed the phone down, returning with a snort. “It’s not funny,” you pouted, holding the tennis ball out to Roger. “It is a bit,” but he took the ball from you, “What are you begging for?” “I need to go to the bathroom.” “Ask me again if you can go.” “Can I go?” Roger casually threw the ball to himself, “Dog’s can’t talk. Ask me properly.”

Silently cursing Roger, you let out another whine, trying to make it sound pathetic and desperate. “Doesn’t sound like you need it that badly. Maybe I should make you hold it until I’m through with my phone call.” You whimpered at the thought and raised yourself a little higher on your knees, hoping Roger would be open to some bargaining. He was standing close enough that you only had to shuffle forward a little to be able to rub your face along the front of his pants, whining and whimpering and pausing every now and again to look up at Roger and check he was understanding. If his arousal had diminished during the break, it was quickly returning. You could feel him as you mouthed around his fly, licking and panting against his hidden length. “Oh she is desperate.” He teased, crossing his arms over his chest (which you assumed was to stop himself from grabbing you). “She must be if she’s offering to suck me off.” You nodded, sucking on some of the fabric near his tip. Roger hummed, “I do love putting my cock in your mouth. Unfortunately,” he stepped back, “I have a call to finish up. I want you back here and sitting like a good girl by the time I’m done.” “Thank you thank you thank you,” You scrambled to your feet, pausing just long enough to kiss Roger’s cheek before you hurried past him to the bathroom. “Sorry that took so long,” you heard him say as he picked up the phone again, “Continue.”

When you returned to the lounge, bladder in a much more comfortable state, Roger had taken a seat on the couch and was looking at his mobile. “That was so mean!” you said, moving towards him and perching yourself on the arm of the chair, very aware you still wore the tail plug. Roger laughed, “But you were such a good girl. And I like hearing you whine.” “Should make you hold it, see how whiney you get.” You immediately realised what you’d said and felt your face warm. But Roger seemed flustered too. There was a definite flush on his cheeks when he said, “We both know I’d be into it,” that made the statement all the more sincere and not at all the deflection he was aiming for.

“So would you also be a puppy? Or a different animal?” You asked, your curiosity beating out your embarrassment. “Roger thought for the moment, “I think I prefer being a cat. I like to be pampered.” You giggled and, without thinking, reached out to scratch the top of his head like you’d scratch behind a cat’s ear. Roger leaned into your touch. “And, um,” you didn’t know what to do next and tried to cover the awkwardness with a question, “what would you differently as a kitten compared to a puppy?” “Well,” Roger shifted his hips, “a lot of the basics are similar – with both of them you can have the pet drink water from a bowl or play with toys. With a kitten I’d expect grooming to be part of it, like brushing my hair. If I wanted to still be more dominant whilst being kitteny, I might stalk you around the house and pounce on you. But usually if I’m acting as the pet I prefer to be on the subbier side, just being petted and pampered... maybe encouraged to lick my owner.” You felt even more embarrassed at the hints about oral but the thought did cross your mind that perhaps you would enjoy such an act more if it was occurring at your command. Doing it because you felt it was expected or simply to please a lover felt embarrassing and awkward but if you felt in control of it maybe it would be easier to enjoy the sensations. Roger had proven you could enjoy it if certain conditions were met, perhaps being blind folded and dommed wasn’t the only way.

*****

It was only then you realised your hand was still in Roger’s hair, absentmindedly playing with it, and your thoughts switched from how it might feel to order him to go down on you to what other parts of him you could be petting and stroking. Roger was watching you as closely as he could, enjoying the sensation of your fingers in his hair, but whatever was going through his own mind he kept to himself. However his rapidly stiffening cock gave him away a little. You withdrew your hand suddenly which seemed to be a signal for Roger to get the lesson back on track. “And what about my puppy? Are you still okay with it?” You nodded, “Yeah, lets keep going.”

“Alright, well I really should punish you for getting back here late. You were meant to be done before my phone call finished.” “That’s unfair,” “No, that’s the rules. But maybe you can convince me you’re still a good girl. On the floor, now.” You quickly dropped to your hands and knees, as eager to prove yourself as you were to distract yourself from the weird moment you’d just shared. “Alright, lets see how much you remember. Sit.��� You quickly moved into position. “Beg.” You put your hands up and made a small whimpery whine. “Roll over. Good girl.” Each time you followed an order Roger had rewarded you with some brief touch- squeezing your breasts through your bra, letting his fingertips trail seductively along your body, teasing your clit, but it never lasted long enough. “Clever pup,” Roger’s voice was low and gravelly, “back to all fours.”

You were a little surprised, even a little put out that, that he’d not climbed over you, not taken his cock out of his pants, not made any move to fuck you. Thankfully he decided it was a good time to move things along, standing up so you got a good view of just how aroused he was, and moving to kneel behind you. It meant he could better feel you up, able to reach the parts he wanted to touch most with greater ease, his fingers firmer than they had been before. You became a little breathless, the combination of the series of tricks he’d had you perform with how his fingers felt running over and between your pussy lips. Your breathing came harder and before you knew it, you were panting in anticipation, your tongue sticking out over your bottom lip. “Fucking hell,” Roger said softly, “Okay pup, show me just how horny you are,” he pushed lightly between your shoulders, guiding you to lower your chest and raise your hips, presenting your arse and cunt to him. He still wasn’t in a particular rush though, opting to tease you a little more first. Roger started by stroking the tail you wore and making the plug shift within you before reaching for your cunt again. “Someone enjoyed being my pet, didn’t they pup?” You whined and nodded against the floor, trying to push back against Roger’s fingers.

He chuckled at how eager you were and allowed two fingers to slip inside you, working them in and out until he could comfortably fit a third. You moaned as he stretched you, trying to help by rocking back against his fingers as much as he would allow. It was distracting enough that you nearly missed the sound of Roger’s zip coming down as he hurried to get himself ready with his free hand. “Been such a good girl,” he grunted as he one handedly worked his pants down a little further, “Gonna get a very big reward.” You whimpered as his fingers left you, but you knew they’d soon be replaced by something even better though waiting for it was almost torture, especially when Roger used the slick you’d left on his hand to lube his cock. Thankfully he was more interested in fucking you than toying with you any longer and he only stroked himself a couple of times before he began to sink into you. Your breath hitched as his head pressed into you but it was quickly followed by a moan, echoed by Roger as he sank into your warmth.

He went slow to start, carefully pulling partway out and easing himself back in, testing to make sure you were wet enough that he could move comfortably. He grunted as he sank deeper, “Take me so well, sweetheart. Must really love feeling owned with how fucking wet you are.” You shivered as Roger leaned forward, his gravelly voice getting closer as his cock seemed to push even deeper, the sensations all capped off with a sudden sharp pinch as he lowered his head and bit a spot on your side. It made you yelp, more from surprise than anything else, but you felt yourself clench around his length too. When he straitened up again he was chuckling, “Oh pup, you make it so easy for me.” His hands slipped back to your waist, one gently caressing your arse as he moved the tail aside, and gave a quick tug, pulling you into him.

Your breath hitched as he suddenly completely filled you, but he barely gave you time to remember how to breathe before he pressed in again. The temperate test thrusts Roger had given became quick and hard as if his eagerness to have you had won out over his self-restraint from moments before. “Oh fu-u-u-ck,” you moaned, voice jolting as his cock filled you again and again, a rapid pace you had no hope of matching. Your arse suddenly stung as Roger lay a loud slap that made you squeal. “No talking, remember. Still my pup.” You whimpered as he gave you another slap to drive the point home. “Just my horny bitch,” he grunted, “Who practically goes into heat whenever she sees me.” A third slap was swiftly followed by a rough thrust, making you whine and then moan. For a moment Roger shifted all his efforts into his hips, making you squeal with each hard stroke of his cock,  but then he eased off and another string of slaps landed against you. He made it clear that the spanks were for being late as well as speaking out of turn, which only seemed fair when they felt so good. And then, once he was satisfied, he focused once again on fucking you senseless.

At first you were worried you’d slip up again, accidentally say a word instead of keeping your vocalisations to simple noises of pleasure, and in doing so bring forth another run of spanks that would make you clench but delay the orgasm you wanted. But it quickly ceased to be a factor. Between Roger’s cock filling you just right and him giving a new order to rub your clit, it was nearly impossible to even think of a real word let along get your mouth to form them. Even when he slowed his thrusts down again you were in little danger of saying anything comprehensible. That was when he decided to put the tail plug to a more specific use than just decoration, spitting on your arsehole so he could fuck you with it. Really all you could do was take what he was giving, whining and moaning, and eventually cum. He did make you work for it though, panting as he told you to wait for permission. You’d never been made to wait for it before, at least not in this way, and you let your fingers slow their motions around your clit, afraid of hitting your release too fast. But the barrage of stimulation from the plug and Roger’s cock were enough to get you close. You squeezed your eyes shut and whimpered loudly, hoping Roger would understand what it meant.

“Cum, pet” You couldn’t do it immediately but you hastily worked your fingers over your clit again, so close but not quite tipping over the edge. You jolted with another spank, “I told you to cum.” Roger’s voice was low, a little breathless but entirely in control. You whined, as you tried to do what he wanted, though your fingers felt stiff and clumsy. There was another spank and then Roger pressed the plug into you, holding it down as he rammed his cock deep. Perhaps it was the shock of both combined with your frantic rubbing, or maybe he just managed to hit the right spot at the right time, but you couldn’t help but tighten suddenly, moaning and shaking as you fell into your orgasm. “There you go,” he grunted, giving the plug a little jiggle to keep you stimulated as you came. You would have fallen limp if you’d been in another position, but Roger was still filling you and his grip was once again tight on your hips which kept your knees from giving out. Instead you just twitched from the aftershock, and whined when you felt him slowly pull back and sink in again. “Stay there, pup, I need to cum too.” The breath you’d only just begun to catch caught in your throat as Roger resumed fucking you, going neither as hard as he had or as slow as you might have liked. He didn’t bother with the plug though, focusing only on how your wet cunt felt around his cock. Thankfully it wasn’t long before he was holding himself deep, the grunts he’d made on each thrust giving way to moans as he came within you.

*****

“Good girl,” Roger said softly, tapping your thigh gently as he pulled out. He shuffled out from behind you, moving to your side as he tucked himself away, and then sat heavily down on the floor. You allowed yourself to sag too and, knees a little sore, lowered yourself onto your back. “Do you want a hand up?” “In a minute,” you sighed, the thought of getting up too much to contemplate immediately, “Have you got anything I can cover myself with?” “You mean you don’t want to lie naked on my living room floor?” Roger quipped, simultaneously reaching for a throw that was decorating the couch and then grabbing a cushion as well. You just laughed, tucking the cushion under your head, “Seems a bit unfair that you get to wear pants is all.” “Thats the perks of being the dom.” He tapped you teasingly with his foot, “How’d you find it all?” “It was interesting,” you thought for a moment before continuing, “I think it’s another kink that like wouldn’t be the first thing I would think of but isn’t a hard no either. Like, I think it’s probably the stupidest I’ve felt during one of our lessons...well maybe the queening beats it, but still, I felt like a fucking tit at first.” Roger laughed, “You got into it though.” “Yeah I did. And I definitely understand it better now, but it wasn’t my favourite.”

He hummed thoughtfully looking over at you with a soft expression you couldn’t quite pinpoint, “That’s similar to how I feel about pet play too. I can be into it with the right person and stuff, but it’s not a go to of mine.” You lay in a comfortable silence for a moment, considering things. Logically you knew Roger had favourite kinks and scenes he preferred over others, but it wasn’t something you’d properly thought of before. Maybe because he was so confident and capable at everything he’d taught you so far, it felt like all of them were his favourites. After a moment Roger interrupted your thoughts, “Hey, you okay? Not too overwhelmed?” “No, not at all, just thinking.” You pushed yourself onto your elbows to better see Roger, “Are you good?”

“I am,” Roger smiled, scooting a little closer. “Did you have any other questions regarding pet play? Anything you’re still curious about? “Uhhh, yeah I guess so, um,” you instantly felt awkward as you tried to phrase your question, “When you wanted me to, uh, finish when you told me to....what was that about?” Roger chuckled, “I s’pose I should have been ready for that question since we’ve not actually touched on it in a lesson. I guess it’s mostly closely related to orgasm delay or orgasm denial. Have you heard of them before?” “Maybe? I think I’ve seen denial mentioned online.” “Well, basically it’s when you delay or stop yourself or your partner from having an orgasm. There’s a bunch of different reasons to play with it and ways to do it. With our scene, because we’d spent so long working on you obeying commands and performing certain actions when told to, I thought it would make sense, and be kind of hot, if you came on command too. I’d be happy to do a full lesson on it next time if you want.”

“That does sound interesting but if I remember your curriculum plan thing correctly, shouldn’t we be getting to CNC next?” “Oh so now you’re paying attention to my curriculum huh?” Roger sat up straighter and, sensing the shift to a more serious topic, you followed, letting the blanket drop since you were wearing your bra. “That was my plan yes. And of course we can stick to that original plan if you feel ready to move on. But I’m also happy to spend more time on other kinks first, even just other role plays. We could play doctor.” You laughed, “Tempting offer, I think you’d make a pretty hot doctor. But I do think I’d like to learn at least the theory of CNC. It feels like an important topic and I think I’d prefer to do it sooner rather than later.” Roger sighed softly, “You’re right, we should cover it so we don’t run out of time. I’m just very conscious that this is a heavier topic than anything else we’ve covered. Some parts of it might get tough. And I really want to make sure to approach it with the right amount of gravity, without making it seem super scary.” You placed a hand on his knee, “I know that, and I appreciate it a lot.” Roger gave you a soft smile before another slight sigh, “I that case, yes, next lesson will be looking at consensual non-consent. I have been thinking about this lesson a lot actually and I had an idea of something we could a bit different, especially if you decide to go ahead with a practical lesson after we cover the theory.” “Different how?” Your question came out of curiosity not concern since you trusted that Roger’s ideas would be about your safety, but you couldn’t think of any ways to change what you were doing. “Well, because we’d potentially be role playing a non-consensual sexual encounter, I thought it might be a good idea to do it somewhere else.” “Like where? A hotel or something?” “No, no, nothing so public. Um, I have a little cottage a couple of hours out of the city. It was a family holiday house, but it doesn’t get used for that as much now. I thought we could go there for the weekend.”

Your breath caught at the idea of going away with Roger but you did your best to keep your voice steady, not too excited, as you asked, “How come?” "Well firstly, the neighbours are a little further away there so there’s much less risk of anyone misinterpreting whatever scene we would potentially be playing out and calling the cops on us. Plus, no one there would recognise you’re my student if they did see us together. Not to make it sound like some sort of bachelor pad or sex dungeon, but the last few times I’ve been there it has been for kink hookups so, even if we were spotted together, they’d probably just assume I’m bringing another girl over. Plus, because we are looking at CNC, a more unfamiliar location might help make the scene better. Assuming that we did that. Even if we went away, I wouldn’t expect you to participate in an actual CNC scene if you didn’t feel fully comfortable doing so.” You nodded but didn’t say anything, your stomach flipping uncomfortably with a mix of nerves about how serious Roger was being and excitement at the idea of going on a weekend trip with him. “But, more importantly, I want you to still feel safe in this house. I know CNC is technicaly what we’ve been building to but, since you’re so familiar with the curriculum, I’m sure you remember that it isn’t the last topic I suggested. I know I’m repeating myself but I’m happy to explore any kinks we haven’t covered or revisit kinks we have in the last weeks before the wedding, and I want you to feel okay doing that. CNC can be tough, it can be scary. It can play with sensations and emotions related to rape. And the last thing I want is for you to feel like I have raped you in what was previously a safe space. By moving the lesson to a different location, we could hopefully contain everything in a place that you won’t have to return to.” You nodded soberly, “That sounds good.” “Okay, well then, this weekend?” “Yeah, this weekend.”

[lakesmirrol]

I don’t wanna live forever

Mientras caminaba por el pasillo del hotel me lamentaba todo lo que sucedió con Steve. Solo espero que podamos recuperar todo lo perdido.

Se como se siente vivir en dolor y solo quiero seguir llamado tu nombre hasta que vuelvas a casa.

Me pregunto si esquivé una bala o simplemente perdí el amor de mi vida

Solo quiero segur llamando tu nombre hasta que vuelvas a casa

Me veo triste en todos los mejores lugares

Dame algo, oh, pero no dices nada  

Te veo alrededor siempre y duele como el infierno

Que me esta pasando

No quiero vivir para siempre porque se que es vivir con dolor

Llegue a mi habitación y abro la puerta con cuidado, mis maletas ya están adentro. Mientras los demás esperan abajo por mi regreso para entrar a esa junta, yo solo me siento en la cama imaginando qué hubiera pasado si no hubiéramos terminado así.

Te extraño como no tienes idea.

 Me levanto decidida a hablar con el, estoy cerca de la puerta, pero paro en seco cuando tocan mi puerta.

¿Quién es? -Pregunto temerosa por la respuesta. Qué sea el.

¿Yo… Steve, tenemos que hablar, me puedes abrir por favor?  - dice él. La persona la cual era dueña de mis pensamientos y mente las últimas semanas.

Le abrí la puerta con mil escenarios ficticios desastrosos de todo lo malo que podía pasar.

Que me está pasando

-Te amo t/n- dice el, ya adentro de la habitación- perdóname por todo lo que pasó, eres lo más maravilloso que ha pasado en mi vida- lo interrumpí en ese instante y lo besé con el fulgor de mi alma

-Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado Steve, no puedo vivir sin ti, tu perdóname a mí por ser tan idiota. Te amo Steve-