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Siren (Roger x reader)

Summary: Perhaps you weren’t just a little robin anymore; he felt like a sailor walking to his death when the siren began to sing.

Words: 2902

Tags: NSFW! MDNI! female reader; reader masturbating; vaginal fingering; vaginal sex; voice kink; praise kink; overstimulation; unprotected sex; creampie; this man is basically smitten, but you don’t know it; there’s consent after Roger enters the room!

Notes: Me when Freya told me about Roger’s curse (before the release): I have 10 different smuts ideas. And I was thinking a lot about it these days, remembering how Roger heard the reader in this fanfic of hers, and… here we are. Also inspired by the song Siren (Kailee Morgue).

You can pretend That when you hear my voice Darlin’ it’s a choice not to fall in

He could hear you. You didn’t really think about it, but probably a part of your mind did. You’d bet that same part was the one that thought it was a good idea to touch yourself while thinking about Roger.

To take off your clothes and throw them all over the floor while caressing your sensitive nipples and pretending his hands were the ones doing it. To let your fingertips slide down your stomach and flick your clit. To have those same fingertips tease your entrance, collecting your juices, just to then enter you, a mewl of his name leaving your lips. To close your eyes and imagine how his cock would feel inside you, and then realize your fingers weren’t enough anymore.

Roger could simply shut off the sounds or concentrate to hear them better, and unfortunately for you, he was always randomly listening to you, making sure you were fine, that you weren’t in danger, that you didn’t feel sad and lonely. He’d usually ask someone more suitable for the job of cheering you up, like Liam, William, or Victor… Sometimes Ellis was a good choice too. But when he sought out your voice and all he caught was the sound of his name being softly whispered, he stopped in the middle of his lab.

Were you…?

Raising an eyebrow, he tilted his head slightly, concentrating more on the sound.

Yes, you were.

You were definitely touching yourself and moaning his name. His cock instantly reacted, hardening and tenting his pants in record time. Shaking his head, he tried to pretend it didn’t happen, but you were getting louder. He closed his eyes to take a deep breath, but your frustrated sounds took over his mind. It sounded like you were close, but couldn’t finish, so you kept calling his name and moaning with that beautiful voice of yours.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and tried once again to shut down your sounds and listen to something else, anything to distract him. But of course, everyone chose tonight to either leave the castle or be quiet in their rooms.

As if enchanted by your voice, he gave up trying to fight it. He shouldn’t, and he knew it very well. He was bound to betray; it was his curse, and even though he fought against it every day, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t end up doing it. He shouldn’t get so close to you; he shouldn’t let your voice beckon him that way. He didn’t want to risk betraying you… but he went.

Perhaps you weren’t just a little robin anymore; he felt like a sailor walking to his death when the siren began to sing.

Roger stopped in front of your door for a second, unsure if he should just enter or knock first. His knuckles met the wood before he could think much more, and your alluring sounds stopped instantly. For a brief moment, he could think clearly without you moaning his name, but he could still hear your ragged breath on the other side.

“It’s me,” he announced. You didn’t say anything, and he thought you might even be holding your breath, trying to prevent him from hearing you. Well, he was already there… “I’m coming in.”

“NO—”

He ignored you and opened the door — you were so naive, leaving it unlocked. He entered your room and closed the door behind him, locking it this time. His gaze was instantly on you, still fumbling with the sheets, trying to cover your naked body without success. Your eyes met his, your mouth opened and closed a few times, no sound coming out. You were so embarrassed, but he probably already saw everything, so you stopped fighting your sheets and stayed there unmoving, hoping this was a dream, or that your bed would swallow you.

“I can help you,” he said simply, still hovering next to the door.

Your eyes widened. “I-I… don’t…”

“You sounded like you needed help, lil’ lady.”

“You… You were listening to me?” Your voice cracked as it rose to a higher tone, filled with disbelief.

“Not on purpose, you dirty-minded thing,” he smirked. “But when you have an ability like mine and you hear a voice calling your name, it’s a little hard to ignore it, don’t you think?”

Apparently, it was possible to feel even more embarrassed in this situation. Again, you didn’t really think about it, but a part of your mind probably set all this up for you, thinking it could end up being a good thing.

You averted your eyes and bit your lip nervously, weighing the pros and cons of this situation, if this could really be a good idea… But you knew you were just trying to keep up an act because from the moment he knocked on your door, you hoped things would end up this way — to be fair, you hoped for things to end up this way from the moment you started touching yourself.

Looking back at Roger, who was still standing next to your door and intently staring at you, you swallowed hard. You quickly scanned his whole body, then looked back into those beautiful amber eyes behind his glasses.

“Okay,” you finally replied in a whisper.

It was more than enough for him.

His face shifted into a playful expression as Roger walked over to you. He kicked off his boots when he stopped at the feet of your bed, his eyes taking in your whole body now that he was closer. He leaned his knee on the bed, the mattress creaking underneath his weight as he made his way over to you. You didn’t have time to think much or to regret; his lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, giving you a deep, demanding, desperate, rough, and almost possessive kiss.

Rough hands groped you, making sure he mapped every patch of skin, memorizing the spots that made you squirm under him. For a few moments, Roger felt like he was the one temptingly calling you, but then you’d sigh his name oh so beautifully and he’d go back to be the one following your call. He honestly didn’t care anymore; he’d drown in you if that was what you wanted.

His lips descended to your neck, kissing and nibbling, spurred on by your heavy breaths. When Roger reached your breasts, his tongue swirling around your perky nipples, he knew he was a goner. Your moan hit his ears in a way that made him quickly realize that your voice and whatever sounds that left your lips were addicting. Your hands went to his hair, grabbing what you could from his short locks, trying to pull him closer as you attempted to spread your legs even more. He took that as an invitation, bringing one hand to your already wet pussy, two fingers easily slipping inside.

“You’ve already prepared yourself so well,” he purred against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers through your body.

“Roger— Ah!”

When he added a third one, it was a stretch, but not unwelcome. You threw your head back, your eyes rolling back and closing. He let go of your nipple with a hum, delighted by your reactions. Bringing his face back up, he hovered above your body, using his elbow as support beside your head. That way, he could carefully watch you, wanting to keep it on his mind, concentrating on your mewls, your ragged breath, your heartbeats increasing…

“You’re already close, ain’t you?” he whispered, his lips softly brushing against yours.

“Yes… Roger…” you breathlessly tried to say something, but your moans were the only thing that left your lips.

“You were pleasuring yourself for a while, after all.”

He flicked his wrist, giving him a better angle to hit inside you, using his thumb to rub your clit. Your hands went straight to his shoulder blades, digging your fingers into him. The feeling inside you was growing stronger, hotter, about to snap and make you see all the stars in the sky. Your walls fluttered nonstop around his fingers, which relentlessly kept thrusting into you, his breath on your neck while he decorated your skin with red marks, making goosebumps rise.

And the he stopped.

“R-Roger…”

You whined and tried to buck your hips against him, but he pulled out his fingers, purposefully brushing against your clit to make you squirm before bringing them to his lips. Your eyes widened, but you kept watching intently as his tongue cleaned his fingers. He chuckled, looking at your desperate gaze, feeling smug and proud, knowing he was the whole cause of this state of yours.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” he smiled almost lovingly, bringing his face a hair’s width away from yours. “I just want you to cum on my cock.”

You gasped, and his smile spread even wider across his face. He pecked your lips before sitting up on his heels. His amber eyes shone and glimmered with lust even in the low light of your bedroom. Roger kept his gaze on you while unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it over his shoulder to a random corner of your room, and his pants and underwear followed suit. You tried not to stare so much, but it was impossible not to see this huge man, naked, right in front of you, and not stare shamelessly. You thought his smirk couldn’t get any cockier, but that was on you and your hungry gaze roaming his body.

When he leaned down again, his body pressing yours against the mattress, his hard cock rubbing against your wet folds, you didn’t waste time in looping your legs around his waist. You didn’t care if you looked desperate anymore, and to be fair, it shouldn’t matter since the moment he entered the room, knowing very well what you were doing.

Your hands flew to his head, trying to fist his hair, your nails scraping his scalp and his neck. One of his hands dug into your hips, while his other hand aligned his cock with your entrance. He kissed you deeply as he started sinking into you. It was definitely big, but you could tell he was trying to go slow so as not to hurt you.

You had to break the kiss to throw your head back on your pillow, a long moan leaving your lips, your eyes closing from the pleasure.

“Look at me, lil’ lady,” he said with his deep voice close to your ear.

Stilling his movements when he was fully inside you to wait for you to feel adjusted, Roger started peppering kisses on your cheeks and jawline. You whimpered at the feeling of his lips so tenderly caressing your skin and slowly fluttered your eyes open, coming face to face with his heated gaze — one that could set you on fire so easily, and you’d just be grateful if it did. He smiled at you, the back of his fingers caressing your cheeks.

“Good girl.”

Your walls squeezed around him after the praise, and he raised an eyebrow at you. Neither of you said anything, but you knew he’d probably use it against you — not that it was a really bad thing, or that you wouldn’t like it. You just pouted for being so easily read, for your body reacting so readily to him, and for Roger being extremely perceptive.

With a smug and knowing grin, he pulled out until just the tip, then slammed back into you. You gasped, your thighs trembling around his body, squeezing him as he started a rough pace. It was such a beautiful sight… Your furrowed brows, your hazy eyes staring intently into his, your disheveled hair splayed on your pillow, your lips calling to him like it was the only thing you knew to do.

Ah, he was fucked. It was addicting to feel and hear you like that.

Roger slowed his thrusts to grab your legs, disentangling them from around his body and bringing them to his shoulders. He held your ankle near his face, planting a soft kiss there before sliding his hand down to grab your thigh. Leaning forward slightly, the new angle allowed him to hit deeper. He brought his hand to your clit, rubbing circles, and resumed his rough pace from before.

“R-Roger— There!” You moaned as he hit your sweet spot, fighting every urge to close your eyes again. You wanted to look at his face, to see how pleasurable this was for him too; it gave you a sense of pride.

“Such a good and pretty girl, taking my cock so well,” he smiled with amusement, feeling your pussy clenching around him, sensing your body quivering with his praise.

“I-I’m…”

“Close, right?”

“Yes, s-so close,” you whined, your arms locking around his neck, pulling him down to seal your lips together, practically folding yourself in half.

“Then cum on me,” he murmured, sucking on your bottom lip.

He lightly pinched your clit between his index and thumb, and you finally saw stars. Your nails dug into his back, and your whole body spasmed as you climaxed. Your vision went white for a second, and you found yourself out of breath, your mouth agape but no sound coming out.

Roger didn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, his fingertips still relentlessly rubbing your sensitive clit. Your walls clenched around his cock impossibly tight, and he gave his all to hold back his own climax.

“Too much…” you whimpered, your body trembling beneath him.

However, you made no effort to stop him, on the contrary. You held his face close to yours, trying to kiss him and breathing heavily against his lips; your hips bucked trying to meet him halfway. Roger watched intently every tiny reaction that showed on your face, and his heart sang when he noticed the corners of your eyes getting wet.

“You can do it, dear,” he breathed. “You’ve done so well already, I know you can do it again.”

He changed hands, the other one rubbing your clit with revitalized energy. You opened your mouth to tell him you were close again, but the pleasure crashed down on you before you could say anything, a long, drawn-out moan escaping you. Roger stopped stimulating your clit but kept thrusting into you through your orgasm, chasing his own release. The intensity of your walls trying to milk him dry was too much, and he followed you after a few more thrusts, painting your insides white.

He slowly pulled out and sat up, releasing your legs and letting them fall to the mattress beside him. You looked at him, steadying your breath, but he could still hear the wild beat of your heart matching his own. Shifting his gaze to your pussy, still dripping from both your releases, Roger slowly scanned your entire body, his fingers gently tracing every little mark he left on your skin, memorizing how beautiful you looked beneath him.

He really did it. He went to your room and fucked you. He let his other head do the thinking and now he was there, admiring your blissed-out face and wondering if you’d look just as good on top of him — you definitely would.

“W-what?” you asked with a frown. He had been staring in silence for a whole minute, and it was making you nervous.

“Nothing, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip — both from anxiety and embarrassment from the pet name — a habit he noticed a while back. He used his thumb to pull your lip from between your teeth, and then you pouted. He couldn’t stop the chuckle that reverberated through his chest, thinking how cute you could be. So he kissed you. It was different, less desperate, more sweet and soft, and Roger found himself enjoying it more than he should.

He was supposed to force himself to stop kissing you, so he could go back to his lab, to leave you be and pretend this whole thing wasn’t a big deal. However, it was hard to follow his own commands tonight, and he kept kissing you until he was lazily pecking your lips. When he finally pulled back, he barely moved away from between your legs to sit on the edge of the bed when he felt you grabbing his wrist.

“Don’t go,” you asked with a weak voice. “Please, stay.”

Roger looked up at your face, seeing the pleading look in your eyes, and he regretted it. Your voice wasn’t the only thing that could enchant him to do your bidding.

With a resigned sigh, he took off his glasses and rubbed his hand on his face. He wouldn’t call it love; he didn’t believe in that sort of thing. He preferred the words “intrigued” or “curious” to describe how he felt about you, but you had other plans to show him that deep down it was more than that.

Still not feeling quite like himself, he continued to obey you and lay down beside you, pulling you close so you could nuzzle up to his chest. You let out a contented sigh, prompting him to release one of his own in an attempt to calm his racing heart.

Feeling your warm body against his, your sleepy breath tickling his collarbone, he placed a kiss on the crown of your head and allowed himself to fall asleep too.

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