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msbigredmachine · 5 hours
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Black Sweatpants (Roman Reigns)
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Why did the Tribal Chief arrive late to the Pat McAfee Show? Based on Roman's appearance on March 22 2024. Pat was forced to cut a promo on the fly because Roman took too long to come out 😂
Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC
Word Count: 1.7k
Warning: Smut
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You knew he would get out there late, and you accepted full responsibility. But given the way he was fucking you right now, it was all worth it.
Your blood-red lace thong dangled from your right ankle as Roman jackhammered into you, his thick shaft stuffed inside your tender walls. Biting down on your bottom lip, you wrapped your arms tight around the big man, long-awaited pleasure coursing down your spine all the way to your pastel-colored toes as he pounded you out in the corner of the spacious locker room.
“Oh, ohhh fuck,” you couldn't help but cry out at one particularly deep thrust.
“Keep it down before someone comes in here,” he growled. Hunched above you, watching you struggle to suppress your moans, the wicked gleam in the Tribal Chief's eyes told you he was relishing every second of your agony.
“I’m trying, you ain’t helping,” you whined back.
“Not hard enough,” he countered, nudging your legs wider and making you watch his dick disappear inside your wetness. He slapped your hand away when you placed it on his abs to push him back because he was getting too deep. “Naw, you wanted this dick all day, you better take it now…”
When you ordered the new all-black hoodie and joggers set from Nike for Roman, you knew he would look good in it. However, when he returned for his scheduled private flight to Iowa for Pat McAfee’s show wearing it, you didn’t expect him to look that good. And you certainly did not expect his dick print to be on display like that. You had endured three tortuous weeks of no sex because he’d been away spending time with his two kids he shared with his ex-wife. So you were excited to have him back, and judging from that not-so-little bulge between his legs, he was excited to see you too. You could all but see it, that long, thick brown cock that time and again wreaked the unholiest of havoc in you, protruding against the cotton material and calling for your attention. But the man had the gall to play hard to get, deliberately spurning your advances, acting all platonic and professional, like the rest of his team didn’t already know you were lovers. Never one to back down, you ramped up your actions, rubbing his inner thigh throughout the flight and on the ride to Field House, brushing your body against him every chance you got, teasing him right back, trying to get him to crack. As soon as he ordered everyone out of his locker room just minutes after arriving, you knew you succeeded.
Roman planted wet kisses along the side of your neck, the soft prickles of his thick beard unleashing another flood between your legs. His hulking body stretched over yours, his sweatpants rolled down to just underneath the curve of his ass cheeks for the purpose of this quickie. He was so hard inside you, demanding your pleasure as he impaled you with no mercy, his tempo hot and frenetic from the very start. His big hand slipped from your breast downwards to twirl his fingertips around your clit, your throaty whines music to his ears as your sweet moisture pooled around his fingers. The squelching noise pierced the air that was already thickened by your heavy breaths and his hips smacking into yours.
“Mmm, wet as fuck, just the way I like it,” Roman grunted, leaning down to suckle on your left nipple, his saliva smearing the puckered skin when he released it with a wet pop, “You was goin' crazy without this dick, right, baby?”
“Yes, and yet your punk ass still ignored me all day, too fuckin’ busy making your damn TikTok videos,” you griped.
“Yeah, but at the end of the day, Daddy always gives you what you want. Unh, how you feel so good all the time? I love it,” he moaned, his brown irises rolling back briefly before they landed on yours again in an intense stare. Through the lustful haze of passion, you felt your heart thumping rapidly inside your chest as he looked into your eyes. It didn’t matter if you were having sex or not; it always sped up in his mere presence.
You fell in love with him after you became his personal assistant a year and a half ago. You worked hard to please him, on the job and off it, and he showed you his gratitude in a plethora of ways, carnal and otherwise. You were a walking cliché, but you couldn’t care less, not when it bagged you a man like that. The sex appeal oozed from his pores. He was confident and self-assured and had worked his ass off to get to where he was today. He got along with all of his team, was a decent and fair employer, and generous to a fault, showering his staff with presents on birthdays and Christmases. The diamond pendant he gave you for Valentine’s Day currently hid between your cleavage he was kneading with his big hands. He was everything you could ask for in a boss and a boyfriend, which was honestly impressive.
You placed one hand behind his neck and tugged him down to flick your tongue inside his warm mouth. His thrusts remained indulgent, branding you, marking you, wiping out everything from your mind except the euphoric feeling that engulfed you every time he fucked you dumb. He pushed your dress further up your waist and gathered your supple ass cheek in his hand, gripping it tight as you kissed hungrily. He was all up in your stomach and your walls suckled his cock greedily, holding him in a vice-like grip. The gruff yet sensual sounds pouring from him teased your core, making you need more of it, more of him.
“Awww, shit, yes,” Your eyes fluttered shut when he began to wind his hips, circling clockwise and then in reverse, the head of his cock churning your sweet spot, his triumphant growl accompanying every thrust. In and out, in and out, the erotic loop punctuated by the low, husky groans of your Tribal Chief, causing your head to rock back from blinding bliss. “Ooooh baby, baby, right there, fuck,” you whimpered.
“Uh huh, I’m deep in that shit. Got this pussy feelin’ good, huh?” Roman said, his haughty taunts disappearing in another moan as your pussy rippled around his dick over and over. He kept up his grinding strokes which seemed to intensify the throatier and more desperate your moans grew, as though the mere sound of them fueled his ruthlessness. His paw curled around your throat, his display of dominance leaving you a sopping, dripping mess as he made you take every inch of him on that couch. You were dizzy, on the verge of falling apart, and your body burned for release, yet all you could do was hold on while this man continued to destroy you, rendering you helpless and pathetic and under his heady spell.
Your fingernails clawed at his back, moaning his name as he fucked you harder, making sure there was no way you would last long with the kind of pounding he was giving you right now. “I’m gonna come, Daddy,” you gasped.
“Mmm-hmm, come on my dick, give it to me,” he ordered, barely hanging on himself. He groaned as your pussy walls held his cock hostage, making him swell inside you as his climax beckoned. “Fuck, babe, ahhh, fuck…”
Burying your face in his neck, you barely kept your scream muffled as your orgasm tore through you, your body arching, legs trembling around his waist as you came hard. Time and space and coherence blurred into one sensual puddle. His hips jerked as his dick began to throb and twitch inside you, his eyes glazing over in a telltale sign that he was right there with you. His heavy weight almost smothering you as he chased his own orgasm, and you gasped at the feel of his seed spilling into your walls, his big body shivering from the force of his release, his deep voice exhaling guttural moans as he succumbed to you. It felt so good, feeling him fall with you, toppling over the precipice of pleasure together.
When he was finally able to catch his breath, Roman shifted back just a bit to observe you, taking in your face, flushed with satisfaction, your lips ravaged by his kisses. You looked damn beautiful, and he showed you by brushing your lips together in the gentlest, sweetest kisses.
"I love you, baby," he drawled.
“I love you too, Daddy,” you replied with one last soft kiss, both of you moaning as his drained dick slipped out of you. You dragged yourself to a seated position when he climbed off you and hurriedly tugged his pants back up. You checked your watch and sighed. “Great, you're two minutes behind schedule. You're not even mic’d up yet,” you said, fishing out Roman's bottle of Jean-Paul Gaultier cologne from his backpack and giving the room a few quick spritzes to stifle the scent of your latest sexscapade.
“Well, Pat’s gonna have to wait,” he answered flippantly as he raked his hair back into its trademark bun. He watched you pull your dress back down, and as you reached for your underwear that had tangled around your foot, he beat you to the punch, snatching up the tiny scrap of lingerie and tucking it into his back pocket.
“Roman!” you exclaimed.
“What? It’s mine now,” he declared, grabbing his gold championship belt and standing to his full height. You bit your lip as you drank him in, your gaze stopping between his sturdy thighs. You just had sex but you found yourself getting aroused again.
“Your dick print is still showing,” you pointed out, licking your lips reflexively.
“Course it is, I got that thang on me,” he bragged, smoothing his big hand over his groin, his body tingling from the memory of your delicious warmth. Noticing the heat in your eyes, he smiled that suggestive half-smile of his and winked at you. “Down, baby girl, Daddy’s gotta go to work. You can have me all you want after TV tonight.”
As you followed him out of the locker room and stepped into the cold sunshine, you caught the slightly pronounced limp in your man’s walk, his glowing, kiss-swollen features, the extra width in his smile, and beamed with pride.
Yeah, I did that shit.
THE END
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Another short one. Thoughts?
I have a few more Roman ones I'm working on and hope to get out soon.
Thank you all so much for reading!
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thesamoanqueen · 11 hours
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Someone hold me back. Now.
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joy-of-life88 · 2 days
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foreverlyjay · 12 hours
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DADDY REIGNS LOOK GOOD! I CAN’T WAIT 🤭🥹
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ROMAN WWE LEGENDS DOCUMENTARY AIRS
3/31 9 PM EST
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romanreigns · 3 hours
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joannasteez · 1 day
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tanks of blood - table of contents
pairing: biker!roman reigns x black reader warning: there will be blood and violence. most likely drugs and definitely alcohol. these things will be explicitly described. explicit descriptions of sex, angst (i love angst) and eventual fluff(maybe...). some chapters will be flashbacks, others will be present time. minors please do not interact with chapters containing aforementioned explicit sexual content. authors note: ok lets try this again. second times a charm. every times a charm as long as i'm having fun! this is probably my oldest roman idea. going way back to before i even started writing for him. shout outs to @333creolelady for CONSTANTLY hearing me rant about this idea lol.
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HISTORY
Bloodline Motorcycle Club was founded in the early 1970's and finds its home on the pensacola panhandle.
SOME WORDS
bloodlines are created lovingly. preserved violently. "let there be", and so they came. bursting into existence with a rage akin to the sun, and a daring persistence most similar to life itself. bloodlines are long, some short and others undying. connected through metal and chrome. through blood, bone and tissue. through the love that made them.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
circa '09
accessories are meant to be worn
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cnsrmnwwe · 2 days
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The beauty of his heart is even more fascinating than his external appearance. It is a great chance for me to meet a sincere and beautiful person like his. 🙏🏻🌏♾️🤍
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Drew you're a lucky man. 🤣
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satanstruemistress · 3 days
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Actually, more than anything, I wanna see Seth and Roman be besties again before one of them retires
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chief-girl · 5 hours
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Ik Roman came to work just to mess with the haters
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annoyedkayah2395 · 11 hours
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Random
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t-romanarchive · 2 days
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thesamoanqueen · 1 day
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Finally... it's THE moment, Roman I'm ready to be your stylist for the episode and put Baldwayne to shame. Call me.
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jazzy-tzw · 4 hours
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Jail
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foreverlyjay · 1 day
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He such a menace lmaooo
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codypunk · 1 day
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