Sandra Oh For TIME.

Sandra Oh for TIME.

Dancer || Part Two

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: innuendo, language, masturbation (m&f)

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: sorry this took so long!! i hope you like it, and if you want to talk abt what happened / what you think is gonna happen next, send me some asks lol! I have a math review to do (that i put off to finish this) so it’ll be fun to read while i work!

As always, reblogs/feedback are appreciated so, so much!!

Week Two, Lesson Three

“There she is, the shining star of the White Velvet!” Roger says through cupped hands as you walk through the door. 

A grin creeps onto your lips as you roll your eyes, flipping him off before dropping your bags by the door. “Not in a practicing mood, are we?” You give a flippant gesture to his impractical outfit. “Because I know you remember what I said about the denim, Rog.”

He grabs a mug of coffee and shrugs. “I remember you saying that my jeans are pretty,” He says smugly. You shake your head and hop onto a barstool. “How’ve you been, love? Give any memorable lap dances?”

You think for a moment, bringing your finger to your lips before it hits you. “You know what, I did give his one,” you admit. “Young guy, quite handsome.” There’s a tick in his jaw as he tries to keep from saying something stupid. “Honestly, it’s the fastest I’ve ever made someone get hard.” You pause and put a hand on his arm. “But you should know that Rog, because you were there.”

A forced laugh escapes his lip before he occupies himself drinking coffee, obviously trying to fight the blush on his cheeks. “Well, you know, you were clearly doing your best work, so you should be flattered.”

It’s your turn to laugh, which makes his face go even redder. “If you think that’s my best work, you really don’t have a chance in hell at keeping up with me, in any way, shape, or form.” He grumbles something in response, but you can’t make it out. 

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