#roman reigns fan fiction
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Pregnancy Cravings
Roman Reigns x Reader
Rating: 18+
Warning: Smut, pregnancy sex, overstimulation, and oral (m & f receiving).
“Not only did you crave the weirdest foods at the weirdest times, you always craved the man who put you in this state.”
A/N: I just wrote this on the whim, kind of obsessed 🤭. First part to my three part series coming out on Sunday!!
GIF: @jeysuso
Not only did you crave the weirdest foods at the weirdest times, you also craved the man who put you in this state.
Being 6 months pregnant was not easy. Your baby girl constantly kicking and punching at you, your swollen feet, your energy levels at an all time low, but your sexual levels at an all time high.
Your cunt always throbbed for the man who caused you to fall pregnant, Roman Reigns.
You stood in the kitchen as you watched him played with your dog in the living room. This would be your first child together and you knew he would be a wonderful father. He has so much care and love in his heart, and he had a lot more to share.
You couldn’t wait to compete for the love of Roman with your little princess, who would be a daddy’s girls 100%.
As he stood up tall, you couldn’t help but to clench your thighs at the sight of his lean shoulders, broad neck, and built arms all hugged in a tight black tee. Your eyes drifted to toned legs clad in his black shorts to match. The outline of his cock prominently displayed for your viewing pleasure, waiting nothing but to suck the skin off of it.
You were drawn out of your thoughts when his deep and burly voice came through your ears.
“Y’gonna keep staring or what?! Take a picture it’ll last longer, and I know you got a lot of those.” His shit-eating grin as wide as ever.
“Whatever loser.” You rolled your eyes playfully and went into your favorite place, the fridge. As your back faced him, you heard him come closer to you. You soon turned around before he reached you.
He stood still staring deep into your eyes, the same damn eyes that got you pregnant. “Do you see something that you like sir?!” He smirked at you and you fell deep into his trance.
He laughs and you blush as you covered your face, feeling panties soak. “What’s the problem cutie?!” He dragged you away from the fridge and closed it. He placed his back against the island and pulled you close. Your belly slightly separating the both of you.
“How’s my baby girl doing today?!” You smiled. “She’s doing good, not kicking too much today.” “I was asking about you.” You stared at him slightly confused.
“I-I’m okay.” His head tilted to the side, not believing your confession. “No you’re not. Every time I see you you’re staring off into space and looking all lost, what’s the problem mama?! Tell the truth.” You exhaled deeply and looked into his chocolate eyes.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“What? I couldn’t hear you baby, speak up.”
“I want you to fuck me really good.”
You took your hand and placed it on his massive girth. You squeezed it ever so delicately, rubbing it up and down. “And I want to suck you off and swallow your sweet cum, I wanna have it paint the inside of my throat.”
He took your hair to create a makeshift ponytail and began to laugh. “Is that so mama?!” You shook your head yes. “I need words baby.”
“Yes.”
“Yes who?!”
“Yes daddy.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
As Roman went to take you elsewhere, you stood your ground. He looked confused as to why you weren’t moving. “Let me start the fun right here.”
You carefully went on your knees in front of him and pull his shorts down. You now know why his cock was on full display earlier, he wasn’t wearing any boxers. “Such a dirty boy, but I like it.” His cock standing at attention. His tip a beautiful dark pink, strung along is his deep tanned cock.
Your mouth drooling at the sight. Your hands grabbed his thighs and you took his dick into your mouth. First, circling and swallowing the tip. Licking and nipping at it ever so gently. Your tongue gliding across the slit, enjoying the warmth and pre-cum leaking out.
His hands grasping the back of your head pushing your head down deeper. Your head bobbing up and down generously, spit coating his cock. “Mmmmmm that’s how I like it mama.” His kind words pull you to continue your ministrations.
Your hands grip his thighs tightly, not wanting to separate. You roll his balls into your hands, and take his cock out of your mouth. You lowered your head and sucked on his balls. His head lolled back indulging in the sensation. You sucked on each separate ball, the tip of your tongue licking the surface of his balls.
Roman grunts and grits his teeth, legs shaking just as he’s about to cum, he pulls you off and gently picks you up. You both make out as he draws you to the couch. “Gotta be careful now, let’s not go too crazy.” Roman laughs as he expresses his concern for your baby girl. So in the mood, you laid back and spread your legs wide, showing the outline of your cunt sitting perfectly in your pink velvet shorts.
Roman couldn’t contain his smirk. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” His kiss so passionate, gently removing your top and shorts. Your breasts have become very heavy and sore, so bras were a no-no. Roman sat still, mesmerized by your breasts and their fullness. “Take a picture sweetheart, it’ll last long—.” Roman ripped your panties in half and shoved them into your mouth.
“I don’t want to hear another word unless it’s ‘harder daddy’, ya understand?!” You shook your head yes. Roman lowered his head and laid on his stomach. He spread your legs even further apart. “Play with those tits mama while I eat my sweet pussy.” Your head instantly went back as Roman dove straight into your folds. You okay with your sore and full breasts as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue. He licked from your pulsing hole to your beating clit.
You squeezed your breasts reveling in the feeling of Roman eating you out. He jabbed his tongue into your hole, fucking you with it. (Muffled) “Mmmmmmm, that’s so good.” Roman is a man who enjoys pleasure as well, but always pleasing you was his end goal. (Alexa play “Dogtooth” by Tyler The Creator).
Just as you were about to cum, Roman rose from your flower and wiped his face with the back of his hand. You watched him and his rock hard body in awe. “Take a picture baby, it’ll last long—.” Before he could finish, you pulled Roman by his arm. You took your panties out of your mouth, “Just fuck me daddy.”
Without hesitation, Roman plunged straight into your wet cunt. Holding your legs as far as he could, he devilishly pounded into your cunt. His medium paced and hard strokes sent you into another dimension.
He beat up your pussy so deliciously, speeding up his pace yet carefully watching out for your belly. “I’m about to give your another baby if ya keep gripping me like that.” Roman’s grunts became louder as your cunt tightly gripped his girth.
“Fuck I’m about to cum daddy, keep fucking me please.” Roman rubbed your clit pushing for your climax. “Cum with me mama, cum with me…” You both reached your peaks at the same time. Roman continued to fuck you, and you shook due to the overstimulation he was giving you. “OH MY GODDD, it’s too much!!”
You began squirting all over Roman’s thighs and stomach. You legs shook in his hands coming down from your intense high, sweat all over your body. “Whew, I need a drink. I’ll be back, don’t miss me too much baby.” As you go to catch your breath, you felt your baby girl kick.
“What am I going to do with your daddy baby girl?!”
THE END!!
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You Deserve It (18+ Oneshot)
Pairing(s): Roman Reigns/Fem. Reader
Summary: Reader wants to pamper Roman after a hard-fought battle against Cody at Wrestlemania.
Tags: 18+, physically disabled reader, daddy kink, massage, unprotected sex.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Don’t like it? Don’t read. 🥰
Word Count: 1,164
While Roman was out to dinner with his boys, celebrating the fact that he had successfully retained his championship once again, I hung back in our rental for the weekend.
I had to tell them all that I didn’t feel up to celebrating tonight and I had to admit I felt a little bad for lying.
Though Ro was understanding of the fact that I was “too tired” he definitely seemed a bit suspicious as to why I wouldn’t be joining in on the festivities.
We couldn’t keep things from each other even if we tried.
But… I had some fun things planned for us tonight…
I ran around our bedroom, throwing rose petals here and there, making sure the champagne was out of the freezer, adjusting the lighting til it was just right, placing the massage oils by the bedside table, etc.
Everything except candles.
This was meant to be fun, sexy night.
We didn’t need a fire hazard, thanks.
I sighed happily as I took my legs braces off and I started to get dolled up for my man.
Taking those fuckers off after a long day is the equivalent to taking your bra off.
Digging through my closet, I smiled to myself as I spotted the latest lingerie set I had bought a while back, specifically for this occasion.
My man was getting’ spoiled tonight…
I fluffed up my curls and worked on my makeup, smirking at my reflection in the mirror as I applied a dark, burgundy colored gloss onto my lips and made sure my breasts and ass sat just right in the matching lingerie set.
I looked delectable and I knew it.
I put down my phone, leaving Ro’s mind to marinate on the possibilities for tonight and went to my vanity to spray my favorite soft-scented vanilla perfume all over myself and then I waited…
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My heart jumped as I heard the front door opening downstairs and Roman’s slow footsteps thumped up the stairs.
I rearranged myself on the bed this way and that until I settled comfortably, smoothing down the silky matching robe I draped loosely over my body.
As Roman’s head peeked into the bedroom, I smirked widely at him.
“Hey, you.” I said, chuckling as I watched him survey the work I had done in the bedroom.
Though I didn’t think it was possible, Roman looked even more beautiful underneath the warm lighting and he smiled as I beckoned him towards me.
“Hey, babygirl… You been busy, uh? What’s all this?” He murmured against my lips as he hovered over me.
Both of us hummed pleasantly as our lips touched and my hands roamed his broad torso, working on the zipper of his sweatshirt and his shirt until his bare skin pressed against mine.
I moaned as Roman’s lips explored my neck and his fingertips grazed over my breasts.
“I thought we could have a celebration of our own… you pamper and spoil me all the time. It’s your turn, Daddy.” I said with a coy smile playing on my lips.
I waited until he was undressed, and I twirled my finger in a silent command for Roman to lie on his stomach.
My mouth watered at the sight of his broad, tattooed back.
I let my hands roam and my legs straddled him as he let out a content groan when I began massaging his tired muscles.
I gently coaxed his arms to his sides, and I massaged them as well, warming up the skin.
I kept up the soothing patterns feeling him relax more and more underneath me.
I smiled to myself at the already blissed out look in Roman’s eye and I couldn’t help but lean down and drop a few tender kisses on his back before I reached for the body oil.
I giggled at the goosebumps that erupted on his skin as I let a few drops of the oil fall onto his back and I began to work into his skin.
“Cold?” I asked.
“Nah, you’re good, babe.” Roman said, groaning in relief as my hands loosened a particularly sore knot in his back.
Fuck me, he was gorgeous like this.
Underneath me, going more and more pliant the more my hands worked.
I rubbed and kneaded Roman’s back until he practically sunk into the sheets and his skin absorbed the lotion, leaving a glowy behind.
I moved lower, applying more oil and then I coaxed him onto his back.
“You look like you’re enjoying this.” I teased, chuckling at the relaxed smirked that graced Roman’s lips.
I gasped and my eyes widened a bit as he thrusted his hips upwards slightly, showing me just how much he was enjoying himself.
His hardening length nudged my clit through my pants, sending sparks of pleasure all along my body.
It didn’t take much for me to respond to Roman and I rolled my hips every so slowly, biting my lip as he groaned loudly and he held onto my hips, grinding against clothed pussy once again.
“Fuck, baby…” He moaned.
“I haven’t done your chest yet, Daddy…” I whined, yet my hips had other plans.
Even through my panties, my pussy became wetter and wetter as his cock lined up perfectly against it.
I was damn near drooling at the mere thought of him finally, finally being inside of me and he clearly had the same idea.
“Later.” Roman said gruffly and he reached between us, urging me to lift my hips a bit so he could shift my panties to the side and finally give us what we were both desperately seeking.
He slowly eased into me and both of us moaned as our bodies connected.
I slowly moved my hips, getting a steady rhythm going and getting used to the way he filled me up and I let out a deep moan as his thrusts slowly met mine.
The bars on the bedframe gave me more leverage in case I lost balance, and they helped me roll my hips just right.
“That get you wet, babygirl? You know exactly how to spoil Daddy. Such a good girl, baby…” Roman mumbled.
“Fuck…” I whimpered as his words spurred me on, making my body tremble.
My heart pounded in my ears and the fabric that still covered my overly-sensitized body sent delicious jolts of pleasure right down to my pussy.
I let out a shaky groan and pressed my palms flat against Roman’s chest as my hips worked faster.
“Shit, you’re gonna make Daddy come, babygirl. You want it?” he growled as he drove in deeper and deeper until the delicious feeling of his release beckoned my own.
As we laid there, spent, and satiated, I nuzzled into the crook of Roman’s neck.
I sighed deeply as his hands ran along my spine.
I was a bit sore after keeping that position for as long as I did but it was well fucking worth it…
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Title: Trust Me.
Person: Roman reigns
Requested: |Yes|No|(part 2 was yes)
Part 1. Part. 3
★Trust Masterlist
Afab!reader
Warnings: manipulation, obsessiveness, dark!Themes, surprised ambush(only mentioned but not written as a scene), yelling, slight!abuse(a hand gets raised as if to slap but never happens and reader gets choked by Roman), angst, cussing,
description: it’s been a week after Roman said he trusted you and things are starting to go down hill..
Pairings: Romantic!roman x reader, slight!romantic!Jey x reader, slight!romantic!Jimmy x reader, slight!romantic!solo x reader, also includes a very friendly Paul heyman
Pic creds: WWE
(Pics have nothing to do with story 😋)
A/n: you’ve read the warnings so please if they make you uncomfortable do not read.
Choking will be marked with a “☹︎“ and will end at “☻︎“
Not proof read!
Roman was pissed, all he could see was red when he heard what happened, more importantly what you did
After he talked to you and poured his heart out you had gone and betrayed him
How dare you
He had got word from someone that they saw you with Sami and ko laughing and having a good time
At first he didn’t believe them
Then he saw the picture
Ko and Sami on both sides of you laughing and smiling
Oh was he furious
But from some talking with his cousins he was going to give you the benefit of the doubt and actually let you explain
That was until Jey and Jimmy got ambushed by Sami and ko themselves
Now he was livid
As soon as they got back he made solo go find you
Which is where you’re at now
Sitting in front of Roman as he quietly glared at you…
“___ do you know why I had solo bring you here?”
His tone was different then what he ever used before making you slightly uncomfortable
“No Roman, I don’t…”
You answered honestly confusion lacing your voice
“Wiseman, show her the picture”
Paul was quick to walk towards you with his phone in hand
Handing the phone to you as he quickly walked back to his original spot
You eyed the picture seeing nothing wrong with it
about to open your mouth Roman spoke
“Don’t say anything.” His tone was demanding making you shiver as you quickly shut your mouth
“Boys, come.”
watching as Jey and Jimmy stepped up until they were in front of you heads both turned down as they looked to Roman for further instruction
Roman nodded and finally they raised their heads looking everywhere but you
You couldn’t help the soft gasp that left your lips as you caught a glimpse of their faces
“Look at them ___ look at what you did..”
Your brows netted together hearing what Roman was accusing you of
But your attention was still set on the twins
They had busted lips, with bruises forming on their jaws as small cuts littered alongside their noses
“Jey, Jimmy” your voice shaky as they both locked eyes with you
“What-what happened?” You went to get up but the look solo gave you had you glued to your seat
“Who did this?”
Your voice shaky as you tried racking your brain for who had the balls to try and hurt two vital members of the bloodline
Roman stared at you in disbelief
“Who do you think did this ___ ?”
His tone was way darker than before, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you..
“Roman I-I don’t understand”
You could sense him getting angrier and it honestly scared you
“WHY DO YOU PLAY GAMES WITH ME?”
His abrupt yelling startled not only you but everyone else in the room besides solo
“I brought you into my family, I cared for you, I Trusted you.”
His palms abruptly slapping into the arms of the leather chair he was sitting in created a loud noise that echoed throughout the room making you jump slightly
“And this is how you repay me?”
He stood Making his way towards you as You looked away feeling tears prick your eyes
“Look at me”
You felt his presence in front of you but yet you still refused to look at him
Afraid that if you did you wouldn’t hold back
But He was growing impatient at your disobedience
“I said, Look. At. Me”
Slowly you turned facing him and you swear your heart stopped
He looked so intimidating
And it scared the living fuck out of you
He bent down to your level leaving almost no room between you two
“Answer me ___”
His voice gruff as his hand ran slightly along your shoulder to your jaw
He waited
And then he snapped
☹︎CHOKING BELLOW!
“NOW”
He rose to his feet pulling you with him as he hand gripped your throat
You heard Paul gasp as you were lifted off your feet by Roman’s large hand
Tears fell freely as you clawed at his hand to try and let you slightly free, but it wasn’t working and you were loosing air fast
Ears ringing as your vision began to blur
Still you could slightly hear Jey yelling at Roman to let you go as Jimmy started pulling and grabbing at him
☺︎︎CHOKING OVER!
It wasn’t until Jey said something that snapped him out of his trance that he let you go
Solo was quick to walk over and check on your choking form as you regained air into your lungs
Once you could breath again you stood with the help of solo and turned to watch Jey and Roman
Who now was yelling and shoving each other around with Jimmy trying to talk them both down
It want until Roman raised his hand towards Jey that you broke from Solo’s arms to step in
“Roman Please!” He stopped lowering his hand to glare at you
Taking a breath you finally explained
“The picture, it was three years ago..”
His eyes softened slightly but his glare never faltered
You looked towards Paul and gestured for him to give you the phone
With shaky hands he handed it to you
“Look at the picture again,look at my gear” Roman tour his eyes away from you to finally look at the phone once again
“That’s my rookie gear Roman”
Finally his eyes softened as he looked at you
He could see the yellow and purple marks in the form of fingerprints start to form around your neck
Where He grabbed you.
Then it hit him
He had put his hands on you
He hurt you
And he broke
Brows furrowed as Tears fell down his cheeks
“Oh babygirl”
Hearing his voice crack made your heart break
“I’m so sorry”
You shook your head
“I should’ve never grabbed you like that”
He was so genuine you knew he felt bad
“You have to believe me when I say I didn’t mean it”
He pleaded
“Please Trust Me and know I will never do it again”
It was silent until you took his hands in yours smiling softly..
“I know Roman, I forgive you”
A wide smile graced his lips hearing those words come out your mouth
“It was an accident it’s ok”
He nodded agreeing with you
“I Trust You”
Hearing those words he quickly brought you into a hug
“Oh thank you baby!”
He pulled back slightly and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before pulling back again to look you in the eyes this time
I’ll make it up to you princess, I promise”
He watched as you smiled before burying your head into his neck as he placed his chin on your head…
The three brothers stood confused at what just a cured
How could you take Roman back after he literally choked you…
Then they realized.
You were Hooked
Roman had built up enough trust with you so you wouldn’t runaway
Roman knew if you were to runaway you would be a liability, you knew too much…
Now They stared at you and Roman with one shared thought
How do they get you to trust them the same as you trusted their cousin?
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(I honestly don’t know if I liked this because of how harsh it gets so next part won’t be so harsh I promise!)
(Also what do you guys think Jey said to Roman?)
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Happiest Girl
Raiting: 18+
Warnings: SMUT; Fluff(?); Choking, Spanking.
A/N: it was supposed to be a tender and romantic ff, but Y/N has lost control so... nasties
She never woke up so early. But it had happened that morning, and she wouldn't regret it for the world, because Roman was there.
After months, next to her, occupying almost the entire bed and sleeping. His hair curled all over the place, his breathing relaxed and that hoarse gurgle, sort of like a hibernating bear that Y/N had joked about every time they'd slept together for the last year. He was there, motionless, with one arm firmly anchored on her side, even though he was on his stomach, holding her from a run she woud never attempt.
She never got tired of Roman, never felt disappointed or regretted something with him. And maybe she should have, maybe that break before WM should have taught her something, maybe what they have was too much, but this was where she always wanted to be, this was the feeling Y/N always wanted to feel. She was happy. Sincerely and purely happy as a little girl.
Life had taught her with hard lessons to value things. And this reason, she had given value and weight to everything, especially to herself and she had always kept feet firmly on the ground even when could have let go and waited for the flow to carry her. She had held on to him too, she had tried not to expect anything, see things only for what they were, but Roman had pulled her down mercilessly.
And she was happy that he did so. She was so infinitely happy…
She kissed his cheekbone and another kiss on his nose, receiving a murmur from him that widened her smile. Fingers worked their way through his dark hair, moving a couple of strands finished on his face to give him another soft kiss on his forehead and another on the shoulder. She continued on his stubbled cheek, one more and another one, lightly, but quicly, until Y/N found his mouth shushing his gurgling. Roman mumbled something and Y/N laughed softly against his big shoulder, watching him move a bit in the covers when he no longer felt her under his arm.
He was incredibly clingy to her if they were alone. Made him nervous not keeping his hands on her, but that day it was her turn and so, Y/N ran her fingers over him, working her way up Roman’s arm and up to his back. Slowly, she climbed on top of him, careful not putting too much pressure on his back where doctors had placed bands to help him recover. Her hands began to trace the line of the tattoo, massaging muscles and planting kisses on his skin, up to the nape of his neck. For a long moment, eyes closed, Y/N breathed his scent and listened to his breath, hands that kept stroking between his shoulder blades.
- … right there – he mumbled against the pillow, voice even hoarse than usual and Y/N straightened up a bit, stopping immediately for spite.
- I thought it was impossible to wake you up
-There's power in those hands of yours – he said after a second, a little more awake than before, turning heavily, to look at her.
His face was beaten from sleep, but still straddling him, Y/N couldn't find a reason to stop looking him straight in the eyes. The same eyes that had already regained their sparkle and were now holding her own, still and hungry, like the night he had refused to listen her doubts.
- Just my hands? please… my hands…- Y/N joked, caressing his chest, while his fingers roamed slowly on her thighs, up and down - my hair… - magic undone curls that swayed on her back following the head movement - my lips…
She smiled, leaning into him for a new kiss, her back arching naturally as she felt Roman moving over her thighs and the hem of her – his – shirt, worn to sleep. He squeezed her soft hips, grabbing her ass shortly after and Y/N moaned inside his mouth, giving him permission to enter and explore. She rocked slowly, circling only with her hips, his morning boner pressing against her and tongue caressing hers. Her belly was already heating up, a reaction that she couldn't control with him and lost in that sensation, Y/N shamelessly sucked his tongue, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth when the need for air became for both of them too much. Roman grinned, hands still caressing her rounded buttocks and Y/N quickly gave him another kiss.
- Pretty confident, huh?
-Im happy – she admitted, feeling a strange discharge go through her body, seeing him lighten up at that revelation and she straightened up, slowly scratching his abs -… so dont you dare messing up things, ya understand?
She trusted him and her good purpose on that relationship . Still it seemed absurd, however, that after the only crisis between them, after having tried by all means to keep things as they were, they had come to that point. And now, now that she really had it, she didn't want to let go of him. She didn't want to lose him.
Roman nodded slowly, hands squeezing hers for a moment, then moving again to rock her back a bit and sink into her bare hips.
- There was actually something I was planning to messing up – he confessed, scanning her with his brown gaze and Y/N stifled the smile to give him a menacing one.
- You better do it – she threatened, leaning down to kiss him once more.
She felt him laughing against her lips, eyes following her, as she slid down in a trail of kisses.
- You liking a lit bit too much this bossie role, babygirl. You lucky you're cute.
The slap on her ass made Y/N jump and she looked up at him, who hadn't moved at all, but was now caressing her skin right where he'd struck.
It was all she wanted. Everything she had always looked for. Nasty sex and someone to hold her. A kiss on her forehead, that would give nothing to him and nothing to her, except care and comfort. Laughing after being eaten and losing her voice. Knowing she could be alone, but feel better when he was around. Have power and still be willing to drop to her knees to see that sparkle on his eyes. Someone who treated her as she deserved, with respect and loyalty, without forcing her to ask and who also knew when to throw her somewhere and make her forget everything.
With itchy skin, she slid further down, kissing his stomach and abs, slow and tenacious, every inch down to the strip of hair that emerged from the sheet. She felt his hands come up from her, caressing her ribs slowly, exposing her lower body, still naked after the night. The air against her cunt sent a pleasant shiver up her stomach, her back now fully arched, as fingers pulled away the last barrier between them to finally release his manhood. Roman stroked his thumb down her cheek and Y/N brought her eyes back to him, licking the length of his shaft and bringing out a different gurgle from him. Without depriving him of her attention, Y/N licked her lips and took him into her hand, his hot weight warming her all over and making her hips rock.
- I want you all - she whispered against his tip and Roman pursed his full lips, watching her hungrily swallow more than half of him without problems.
- Take me
The taste of him flooded her mouth, as unmistakable as the quickening breath and the heat building in the pit of her stomach. She scratched her nails up his strong thighs and up his sides over Roman’abs, sucking on him and feeling his hardness increase against her tongue. She focused on the head, moaning as he dug his hand into her hair, growling menacingly at the treatment.
-Like that-
Y/N shivered over him in amusement, her throat almost taking him all, her tongue rubbing against the protruding veins. She felt him tug at the new sensation again, this time encouraging her to do more and she bobbed her head up and down, eating him hungrily, sucking him dry, not slowing until Roman throbbed inside her mouth, precum messing her tongue. Y/N pulled back with a loud pop, pledging to suck him one last time, hard, before standing up again and seeing him swinging in front of her, shiny and fully hard.
She bit her lip, satisfied and proud, but the warmth inside her body was too much to remain admiring her work and her hands went to the edge of the shirt was wearing, making it pass over her head.
-Ya definetly have a talent for this – Roman noted, staring at her as she brushed hair off her shoulders and pressed his lower stomach to stand up.
- Strip? - slowly, she slid forward, her center leaving a wet trail on his thighs.
- Drive me crazy
The hunger in his voice left no room for doubt and as she felt his fingers on her round ass, squeezing and spreading to help her take him, a new shiver made her body vibrate in anticipation.
- Good…-she murmured hot, climbing on top of him -… cause I want you addicted big boy – she gasped together with him, feeling the tip open and crawl inside her without difficulty.
-Aint complaining… but ya late– he growled under her, holding her hips when he was all inside her.
It didn't matter how few hours had passed since the last time or that they had collapsed after who knows what round. It was never enough for her when they were together, her body craved to feel him inside her, his warmth, his company, his aura. She'd never been so wet for anyone else, no matter how much they'd done or what, it was a spontaneous reaction, as was his always willing to satisfay her. It was comforting, exciting.
She felt him pulsing between her folds, filling her perfectly and streching her like the first time. Hands resting on his midsection, Y/N circled her hips, Roman inspiring lunges as she enjoyed his big intrusion. Her nails dug into his skin, scratching softly and somehow remembering that thousands of people would see him that night, fingers trailing, back hunching. They had started everything slowly, with kisses, massages, but Y/N didn't want to wait anymore, wasn't able to wait anymore. Roman stroked her butt, trying to grab as much as possible when she lifted a bit to welcome him back inside herself completely. He held her even if she didn't need it, as he always did, as he did everywhere and as he promised to do in the future.
- Ah… fuck… you streach me so we-ell- once, twice, slowly, before increasing the pace.
She felt his head sink past her curves, rubbing against the spongy walls, pulling at the skin and settling with every jolt. Up and down, swift and merciless to herself, clamoring and craving more with each slimy sound that began to rise from their union.
-Ruin yourself with Daddy's cock… mmh… dont hold back – his voice, hoarse and low, had the ability to charge her as much as his big hands.
Bracing herself on her knees, she kept only the tip inside each time she rose and then fell, hips spinning furiously. Lost in that warm feeling, she closed her eyes, head tilting back, mouth open to fill the room with moans. Her mind emptied more with each lunge, pussy wanting to melt and when she finally found the right angle in her cunt, her head fell forward.
- A-ah! Fuck! Y-yes… ah! – she meowed shamelessly, mouth hanging open.
- That's it… g-good girl, harder – growled Roman, slapping hard her buttock.
Pain made her wince, in contrast to the visceral pleasure from feeling him strike on her sweet spot. But soon that one became pleasurable too and Y/N leaned forward, rubbing her button of nerves against him, her ass slamming at an unnatural pace. There was nothing else in her head, just Roman and the heat building fast, hand moving back up to her hips and then up her stomach. He gripped her boob, his thumb playing with her dark nipple, twisting it from side to side, as she did with his cock. When he pinched and squeezed, something else about her tightened the grip on him and Roman moaned in response, growling and pulling her closer to meet her jolts.
The silence of the room at that hour was now filled by their hot breaths and the slimy sound of colliding bodies. Concentrating she could have felt their bed as well, shaking because of them, but it was impossible to focus on anything other than the heat was now building in her stomach and threatening to make her chest explode. It felt like it was dripping down her legs and it probably was, her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and so was Roman's. She stared at the line of the tattoo, abs contracted, hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving. Her hands began to wander, feeling the tension coursing under his skin, hips thrusting, walls pulsing, riding him. Roman suddenly stopped torturing her nipples, to forcefully pull her against him and Y/N smashed her mouth against his full one, immediately feeling Roman invade her with his tongue. That umpteenth intrusion brought her one step closer to the edge, she moaned his name, stomach now seeming to rise in her chest and melt between her legs. Her folds vibrated out of control, gripping him every time Roman spread her, every time she pounded herself, unable to slow down.
- Fuck me until you can't think straight-yes! Thats it! Yes – Roman blew into her face, lungs ready to explode and Y/N smashed a hand into his chest.
- Lemme-aahn!
Legs shaking, she straightened up again, his enlarged cock throbbing fully inside her again, meeting the heat that had built up in her stomach. She was a mess, a beautiful mess only him, knew how to reduce her and when his hand spanked her ass again, making her shiver, Y/N crumbled on top of him. Her climax shook her from toes to head, eyes narrowing, lip between teeth and an unspecified scream welling up from her chest. Her pussy refused to let go, squeezing as if to strangle him and taken into the moment, Y/N didn’t understand where that sensation began and where Roman's hand, that now had grabbed her throat.
- R-Roo-mmh! - she gasped, gaze back on him who was now sitting up.
She was still shaking as he kissed her, biting and licking her mouth, chest pressed against her breasts.
- We've found a… new kink- he grinned pleased, throwing her on the bed, to climb partly on top of her – my messy whore – the adoration with which he had whispered in her ear brought Y/N to curl up against him, body, weak for the climax, that still didn't stop shaking.
Her mind was blank, she felt his kisses along her face, fingers squeezing enough to hold her still, but not enough to choke her. He was still inside her, still lodged in her throbbing center, smeared all the way to her length and as he started pounding her hard, not holding back, the familiar feeling of overwhelm washed over her.
-P-plea-ase – she pleaded, clinging to his arms-… aah, please- moans now similar to cries.
-I gotchu hush-hm… Daddy'll wreck y-you- she wasn't sure what she was begging for, the intensity of the climax had made her hypersensitive and her whole body was on fire at that point, but Roman was ready for both.
He pulled one of her legs up onto his muscular shoulder, spreading her as wide as possible and with his fingers around her throat, he quickened the pace, his lips pressed against her temple. Y/N clearly felt his hardness pulsing near her spot, tip torturing her most sensitive point, causing her to writhe beneath him. She gasped for air, room spinning over her and the only anchors seemed to be Roman's arms. Y/N heard him ranting something, moans growing more furious above her and she closed her eyes again, losing herself in another climax, as he came inside her, sinking with obstinacy and the intention of fill her.
For long seconds her mind was filled only with the sound of her crazed heart, strength drained. She was never as vulnerable as in that moment, when she let go of everything abandoning herself to the flow, the world spinning, running around her and her forgetting it. Eventually though, Roman came out of her with a satisfied grunt and before he could fall back into their covers, Y/N clung to him again.
Roman’s laughter, amused, low, tired, rang above her head as he planted his usual kiss on her forehead.
- … is my happy girl still happy?
- Happier - she confessed, his hand stroking her back.
- We'll work on the happiest, whatchu say?
She raised her head, eyes meeting him, unable to hold back the smile that his arrogant face brought on her.
She already was the happiest, but it was better not to tell him or it would have been the end of everyone.
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More will be added once I find all my old google docs
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Stronger Than Yesterday
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I'm Yours
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One For The Money (also a Randy Orton story)
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Thing For Me (Part 2)
Roman Reigns x Reader
Rating: 18+ NSFW
Warnings: Fingering, Teasing
A/N: Might make this a series. Thoughts? Suggestions? Find part one here.
Tags: @pusiqw
The door clicks shut behind you as you drop your bag and kick off your shoes, trying to find air to fill your lungs. You glance around your suite, expecting a sense of relief at the security of finally being in the safety of your room. Instead, you notice the emptiness and the hollow feeling in your stomach that formed as he was walking away from you. As your heart rate slows, you let out a frustrated sigh and sit on the edge of the king size bed. Big enough for two.
Because what you really want is to be destroyed. You close your eyes as you remember his words, feeling his breath once again trace your ear. You throw yourself back with a huff, his grin flashing in your mind. You’re thinking about the flex of his biceps as he pressed you against the wall, the way his eyes looked you up and down with hunger. You could hear that teasing whisper. Heat flushes every inch of your skin at the memory. You open your eyes and stare up at the ceiling.
Fuck. You sit up and glance at the door, knowing right where leaving through it will take you. You know from the moment you rise from your position on the bed where you’re heading. Slipping your feet one by one back into your heels, you reach for the door knob. There’s no going back. You exit the room, letting desire lead you down the hallway. You faintly hear the click of your door shutting somewhere behind you. It’s like an alam in your head, warning you of what’s to come. Of the mess you’re about to get into. The next door that clicks shut will indeed be the start to a dangerous game.
Room 1547. You raise your hand to knock, hesitating before your knuckles make contact with the door. No turning back. You lightly knock on the door three times, taking a small step back and waiting. It’s treacherous. The silence in the hallway is deafening, each beat of your heart like a tick of a clock. What feels like minutes is just a matter of seconds as the door swings open and he’s standing there.
He has his shirt off, fresh from the shower, and his grey sweatpants are hanging low on his hips. His hair is dripping water onto his chest, his tattoos glistening under the droplets. He places an arm against the door frame, the muscles flexing as he shifts his weight. Your eyes are trailing the waistline of his pants, dancing over the artwork on his body. Finally looking up at his face, you sense the smugness pulling at his lips.
“What can I do for you?” He says by way of greeting, his eyes burning into your own. You feel like you might collapse under the question. Shit. You tear your eyes away from his gaze, glancing towards the room beyond. The smell of sandalwood trails out of the bathroom, lingering on his body.
“I-“ you start.
“Tell you what, [y/n], why don’t you come in and we can talk about it,” he cuts you off, stepping aside and holding the door open for you, his gaze unfaltering. You step past him unsteadily into his suite, the mirror of yours. He shuts the door behind you and you once again hear that click. You step a bit farther into the room, making sure to not linger too close to the bed. Roman steps past you and walks over to the chair by the desk, sitting himself down and looking at you expectantly. Your body hums under his gaze.
“What can I do for you?” He once again dares you, lust storming in his eyes. A thundering, beckoning, disastrously beautiful storm. He smirks and leans forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. His stare has you in a chokehold. You swallow nervously and meet his eyes, your own lust lacing through your abdomen, snaking down your spine, burrowing into your core.
“You invited me here, Roman. What can I do for you?” You challenge.
“Here’s what you can do for me, [y/n]. Slide those panties that I know are soaked down those beautiful legs and give them to me.”
Not a question, but a demand. Heat pools in your belly at that demand, as Roman leans back and relaxes his body, placing a large bicep over the back of the chair, no doubt in his mind that you’re going to do what you’re told.
“[y/n]. Don’t make me ask twice.”
Your heart is hammering as you slip your hands under your dress, gripping the sides of your black lace panties and slowly sliding them down your thighs. Roman was right, they were soaked. You let them drop to the floor from your knees, and step out of them, bending down to pick them up.
“Walk them over here,” he beckons you with his eyes and the bending of a finger, holding out his hand. You adjust your dress and oblige, walking towards him. When you reach the chair, standing in front of him, you gingerly drop them into his outstretched hand, unsure what to expect next. All you know is your body is brimming with need as Roman folds his fingers around the garment.
A low growl of approval sounds in his throat as he can smell you and feel your wetness on his fingers. You reach a hand forward to touch him, desperation leaking through your pores. Your hand lightly grazes the bicep of his arm before you rest it there and squeeze, feeling his muscle contract as he moves his arm towards you, resting his hand on your thigh. His touch sends a riptide of hunger through your body.
More. I need more. He drops your panties on the ground next to the chair, taking his other hand and placing it on your opposite thigh. He slides his hand along your skin, goosebumps forming under his touch. A small moan escapes your lips as his hands trail up, fingertips sliding under the hem of your dress. He keeps riding your dress up your thighs with his strong hands, but before you’re exposed, he pulls away and leans back, shrugging your hand off his arm.
“Why don’t you turn around and sit down.”
Again, phrased as a question, but you knew it was an order. Him directing you around was only turning you on more. You slowly turn around, feeling the slickness between your thighs with every movement. Roman places his hand on your hips and guides you into his lap. Your body leans into him, your head tilting back to rest on his shoulder as his left hand slides from your hip to rest on the bare part of your thigh.
“You wanna know what’s gonna happen?” He teases into your ear, his voice low. He draws lazy circles on your thigh with his thumb.
“Yes,” you respond, nearly a whisper.
His thumb is inching higher, now under the fabric of your dress. You instinctively spread your legs slightly, silently begging him to just touch you. He stops and slides his hand back down, resting it on your knee. You know Roman can read your body language, but still he’s just toying with you. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
“You’re gonna cum for me as soon as I touch that throbbing pussy” he says smugly, his breath warm on your ear.
Your toes curl at the dirty words, and you press back into him, desperate for some friction. You can feel his cock hard behind you. Roman laces his finger through your hair and tugs your head back and to the side, exposing your neck. He leans forward and licks from the base of your ear to your collarbone.
“Roman,” you say breathily, bringing your own arm up and around his neck, tangling in his hair. You feel his cock twitch against you and the juice leak out of you as his thumb has again started to circle up your thigh and under your dress. You’re nearly panting with want now, trying to edge yourself closer to his teasing fingers. You feel air hit the wetness on your thighs and shudder.
“You want me to touch you, baby girl?” His hand is close enough to your core that you know he can feel what’s dripping out of you. The bastard is going to make you beg for it.
“Please, Roman.”
“Please, what? What can I do for you, [y/n]?” A small whine escapes your lips as you twist and try to get his fingers where you need them. His hand is steady and firm though as he grips your thigh and doesn’t move an inch.
“Touch me. Please,” you’re nearly pleading with him, the ache in your sex overwhelming. Roman releases his grip on you and slides his hand up, grazing your lips.
“Where, here?” He teases, lightly stroking your slit with his index finger. Fuck. You throw your head back, pleasure singing throughout your entire body. A deep moan escapes your lips. Roman tenses behind you at the sound, slipping his finger past your lips and making contact with your entrance. You can feel him watching the parting of your lips and flutter of your eyelids from the side as he dips his finger into you. You arch your back and gasp, wanting more. Almost like he can read your thoughts, he immediately slides another finger inside of you, slowly pumping in and out. You’re squirming in his lap, ragged breaths falling out of your mouth as you take in the sensation of his fingers filling you.
His fingers pump faster, hitting deeper. Your now writhing in his grasp, moans filling the large rom. You were going to come undone. All it would take is one more-
“Fuck,” you rasp, and your eyes shoot open as Roman moves his thumb to your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and movement. A wave of pleasure rips through your belly as you find release, moaning and cursing as your walls pulse and tighten around Roman’s fingers. Your fingertips are tingling and your arms are heavy, as your head swims with clouds. You’re left a panting mess as your body slumps against him and he slips his fingers out, leaving you empty.
“There’s a good girl,” Roman whispers into your ear, praising you. He takes his fingers and raises them to his mouth, sucking your orgasm off.
“Damn, [y/n], I gotta taste more of that,” he husks. He abruptly lifts you into a standing position, leading you towards the bed from behind. He turns you around and pushes you back, leaving you breathless. Roman grips your legs by your knees and drags you to the edge, hiking your dress up as he pulls you towards him. You’re exposed to him, your pussy glistening with the remnants of your release a few moments ago.
Roman drops to his knees before you, drinking in the sight of you exposed. Once again an ache is building in your center at the sight of him before you. He has his hands resting on your hips, gripping your backside. You close your eyes as he licks his lips and leans forward, his mouth inches away from the pulsing in your clit.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
You’re startled out of your reverie at the banging on the door. You and Roman both look at it in alarm.
“Uce, where you at?” Jimmy’s voice sounds from behind the closed door. Roman swears under his breath and gets up from in front of you, adjusting himself before heading to the door. You scramble to pull your dress down and stand up from the bed, rushing over to the chair to pick your discarded panties off the floor. Roman unlocks the door and cracks it open.
“Me and Jey have been waiting, man, what are you doing in here?” Jimmy questions. You curse under your breath and remain hidden by the desk. Your stomach drops at the sound of Jimmy’s voice, nervous he’ll find out you’re in here. Backstage fraternization happens, but the women who participate in it always receive more backlash than the men. You didn’t want that kind of attention. Not to mention you were just hot and heavy with Roman minutes ago, and your body temperature couldn’t seem to cool. You weren’t sure you could play off why you were in this room if someone was to question you.
You escape your thoughts as you hear the door shut, Roman successfully dismissing Jimmy. He comes into view as he steps into the room. Your heart immediately skips and your stomach rolls, seeing him saunter back over to you with a playful grin.
“We almost got found out,” he says. You glance up at his face and notice how it’s dancing with amusement. Almost getting caught had been thrilling, you must admit. You smirk back at him, your cheeks flushed.
“Going somewhere with those?” He eyes the garment in your hand.
“No,” you reply, glancing down. He once again holds out his hand expectantly, and you place them in his hand, your fingers brushing his wrist, the light brush of skin all you needed for the ache to start again. You wanted to fall into him, inhale his scent and kiss his lips. You wanted to run your hands over every inch of his body. The air around you was rich with tension. Something was pulling you towards him like a moth to flame, and you just wanted more, more, more. You were so close to him. You look into his eyes and watch as his gaze drops to your lips. All you had to do was lean forward another inch to taste him. But he steps back, leaving the air around you empty, placing your panties in his pocket.
“Wait a few minutes after I leave before showing yourself out,” he says, walking away from you and to the bathroom to find his shirt. The man that was just so close to you, was suddenly so distant. You heart faltered a bit at the thought this didn’t mean anything to him. What did you do? Suddenly embarrassed and angry, you walk over to the bathroom entrance where Roman is slipping his shirt on.
‘Show myself out?” You say crossly, folding your arms over your chest. Roman gives you a dismissive glance, and sighs.
“That door you came in through? You also leave through,” he replies. Anger rose in your chest, and you let out a small laugh of disbelief. What was happening? Did he not feel that pull, the tension? He looks at you like he’d never hungered for you.
“Fine. Don’t think about asking me to come back,” you say. Not caring if Jimmy and Jey are waiting in the hall, you go to fling the door open and storm back to your room. You felt hurt and ashamed, and you needed out of this room. You hear Roman’s voice follow you to the door.
“I won’t need to. Once you have me, you’ll always come back.”
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Something I've been working on recently!!
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That Slow Burn.
Roman Reigns x Reader
Rating: 18+
Warning: The usual smut of course.
A/N: Shout-out to my sis @harmshake for giving her little PowerPoint presentation as to why Roman was the man for this fic 😭💝!! Honestly… I want this in real life with him 😏. TRICKED Y’ALL!! I wasn’t gonna post during SmackDown, this has been ready for sometime, just haven’t gone around to posting it 😭.
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Slow and methodical.
The way he talked…
The way he acted in the ring…
The way he wrestled…
And… the way he fucked.
Roman Reigns seemed like such a fast paced beast, but was really a slow-bearing creature.
He enjoyed beating up my pussy at a snails pace.
And here we were. My legs held by my man’s tank arms; knees by my ears and toes nearly touching the top of my head.
His beats, his thrusts, hard, yet slow. Powerful, yet weak.
My brows in a continued furrowed state. My lips sopped in his saliva, bruised, beaten, and red, just like my sweet cunt.
A night of wining and dining quickly turned into a heated sex session. Foreplay was barely included as I was thrown onto the bed and my red, slip-on dress mere trash in the eyes of the Tribal Chief. (He promised to buy me a new one 🙄).
My lace panties slowly unraveled themselves from my butter smooth like legs and were placed into the beside table of Roman. Mountains of my other panties still covered the entirety of the drawer.
A couple of chaste kisses were placed on my soaking cunt, that’s been begging for his attention. He craved my pussy daily, yet was ready to hop right on top of me.
My nipples hardened at the sight of him undressing. First, the shoes. Next, the belt. Soon, every last button on his shirt. Then, his pants.
Finally… my favorite part.
His boxers.
Bitch I should start my own collection of his undergarments, since he wanna take mines. But, I’ll save that for a later date.
My position changes as I become eye level with his cock and the prepping of his member begins.
His pre cum touches my tastebuds and his grunts commence.
“Unhh… right there mama.”
His cock his taken further into my mouth as it’s coated in my saliva. Lubing it for its arrival in my cunt. My head was pushed away and I was soon laidback into my previous position. My feet were crossed right in front of my cunt, blocking the Tribal Chief’s view.
“I gotta see it baby, open up.”
His commands, followed and my legs, spread.
Thank goodness for my history of gymnastics. My legs were spread in nearly a 180 degree angle before they were pulled together by my ears.
My knees touched the pillow behind my head and my toes were curled right beside each other at the top of my head.
Shaking before the sex could start, and a huge smirk plastered on the face of Roman. “Hold your legs up baby.” My dainty manicured hands gripped the middle of my calves as Roman lined himself with my cunt.
Sliding his dick back and forth from my hole to my clit. My saliva a perfect use of lubricant.
“So gorgeous mama, I gotta get in now.”
Both of us moaned in unison as he entered me slowly. “Ah - baby - you’re so fucking tight for me.”
He pushes my knees back as far as he can - peeling me open as my cunt parts around the length of him.
All of me on full display. Bare and stretched and wet. Roman’s eyes drift over my face, admiring my already seemingly exhausted expression. My eyes fall at half-mast as he lowers his face to mine and his thrusts begin.
My cunt contracting sharply at the slow drag of his cock. “Oh shit.” My words had yet to fail my exact thoughts, but any other want to speak was shut down.
Roman’s plush pink lips surround mines and engulf in a wet and sloppy kiss. Our tongues fighting one another and our saliva painting each others lips.
His thrusts turned into a grinding motion. His grinding actions led his cock to completely bury itself into my pussy. Hitting my g-spot with tremendous perfection.
My moans muffled by his lips and my toes curled as tight as can be. My fingers graced the planes of his cheekbones, deepening our kiss even further.
Roman completely split me on his cock. His hands left the safety of the back of my knees and touched the pillow behind my head. His shoulders overtook the place of his big hands and pulled my legs back even farther.
Even though some may differ, the passion of slow sex is just as intense as the roughness of fast sex.
His muscular body flush to my ample breasts, riddled with goosebumps. Our lips leave each other after what seems like an eternity. Both of us breathless wanting to be even closer than we already are.
“He should do this more often mama.”
“Yes si-r, I can shake on that.”
My face contorted as the pressure mountain soon rose higher and higher.
“You about to let go?!”
My head could only be nodded as my words chose to fail on me.
“Me too baby.”
His manly grunts turned into almost feminine like whimpers as his dick hit the bottom of my pussy.
My legs began to shake as it felt like the ceiling was about to come down. His grinding changed into hard beats, balls beginning to slap my pink little hole as we came together.
Roman’s seed completely coated the inside of my walls and my pussy was beaten down red.
He collapsed on top of me as we listened to each other’s heartbeat. His hair tangled in between my fingers and his eyes fluttering closed.
“I’m gonna need my own underwear collection of yours.”
You could feel his breath hitch against your chest.
Giggles filled the once sex filled room.
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THE END!!
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Call Me Daddy (18+ One Shot)
This was literally sitting in my drafts and I got some inspo to finish it sooo. Enjoy, my loves! 🥰🥰
Pairing(s): Roman Reigns/Fem. Reader
Summary: Roman wants to be addressed properly. Reader makes it a bit difficult for him… until he turns the tables on her.
Tags: 18+, Daddy kink(at this point let’s not be surprised), fingering, humiliation (if you blink). Dom/Sub undertones, consensual kink, consensual sex.
Word Count: 714
I struggled to meet Roman’s steady and slightly amused gaze as he cupped my chin and lifted my face up.
When I finally got the courage to look into his brown eyes, both of his hands gently head my face before he pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss grew much more passionate very quickly, making me go a little woozy as Roman’s tongue tangled up with mine.
“Say it,” he commanded against my lips before he brought me onto his lap, nipping playfully at my bottom lip before he pressed our lips together fully again, weaving his fingers into my hair and lightly pulling on it and making me dizzy. I panted hard as his lips moved to my cheek, down to my neck and even lower onto my chest.
“D-… daddy…” I finally let myself moan as Roman released one of my breasts from the confines of tank top, and his mouth latched onto my sensitive nipple while his hand fondled the other. Mortification made my face burn.
My bones already felt like jelly and there was nothing I could do about it.
I smirked softly as I felt and heard Roman shiver against me as the word finally fell from my lips and I felt him harden underneath me.
I bore down onto him, moaning as I brought him as close to me as possible.
I gasped and arched into him as he lightly bit down on my nipple in response.
Roman released himself from his sweats, careful not to jostle me off his lap. And then he pulled my panties to the side and he firmly rubbed my clit and he ran his expert fingers over my dampening folds, getting me ready for him.
He smirked at the rivers of arousal he found between my legs and it only made my arousal grow. Before I knew it, my hips were moving on their own accord as his fingers toyed with me, gently stretching me open for him.
“Daddy.” I said in a harder, annoyed tone. The word felt more and more natural the more it left my lips.
Or the hornier I got for his cock, I should say. Who was I kidding?
Roman’s deep, mocking chuckle made me whine from deep within my chest and my hips never dared cease their now frantic movements.
He was toying with me in more ways than one and it was starting to piss me off. And he knew it.
“So that’s all it’s gonna take tonight, uh?” Roman quipped and his mocking smirk and heavily-lidded eyes met my disgruntled features. “Why don’t you say that again and maybe I’ll think about puttin’ my dick inside you?” He said crudely. He was teasing me, but I didn’t miss the strain in his voice and on the veins in his neck. I didn’t miss the way the hand he had still wrapped in my hair tensed every so often as if he were holding himself back from gripping himself and making me take him.
Fine. Roman wasnt gonna gimme what I want? I wouldn’t either.
“Fuck me and maybe I’ll say it again.” I challenged, feeling him freeze before he let another one of those deep, sultry chuckles that had me clenching around his fingers.
Suddenly, Roman’s fingers nudged deeper inside of me. The action took me by surprise and it caused me to dig my nails into the skin of his shoulders as my back arched. Through my arousal, I met his triumphant gaze.
“Oh you’re gonna say it. You’re gonna call me Daddy until I say so. Aren’t you, babygirl? We both know that’s how this is gonna go.” Roman murmured, biting his bottom lip as he watched writhe and whimper and shudder like a cat in heat.
Even if I wanted to say a single damn thing, I didn’t think that I could. As his fingers nudged relentlessly against my sweet spot, my brain went numb and I couldn’t think up a single coherent and much less smart assed thing to say.
Pretty soon, his fingers weren’t enough. And just like he said, I didn’t stand a chance.
I begged and pleaded until my voice was almost hoarse and he finally, finally had mercy on me and gave into my pleas...
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★Trust masterlist
Blue, italic, and underlined=written
This series is mostly about Roman but will also include Jey, Jimmy, and solo!
★I Trust You
★Trust Me
★Trust Us
★You Want To Trust Me?
★Let Me Earn Your Trust!
★We All Trust You.
★I Know.
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I'm good
Ratings: 18+
Warnings: SMUT; Rough/Angry sex; Hit of public sex; errors after errors after errors after errors after errors (…).
A/N: Angry Roman is a lot, so... if you don't like, don't read.
The hotel parking lot had some weird fluorescent lights, not exactly the kind of lights to put in a parking lot with all those pillars. But who cared? Maybe they had put them on last, after forgetting them and she was concentrating on them to avoid the silence of that car.
He was angry, really angry and Y/N didn't know what to do. Roman hardly ever got seriously angry in reality and on the rare times she had witnessed it, it had not been a sight to tell or see. But tonight they had reached a whole other level and the car was starting to hold tight on her, she felt guilty and she didn't even know why.
- Where were my cousins? - he asked suddenly, his hands still clasped on the steering wheel and eyes cast down.
Y/N bit her lip, the heel pressed to the mat under the seat and her hands flattening the edge of the sweatshirt he had given her to cover the glitter-filled dress. She knew where he was headed.
She loved the twins, she really loved them. She had loved them from the first second, when just a week after signing her contract with the federation, she saw them playing football with an empty box of Chinese food in a hotel parking lot in Tucson. At four in the morning. She had grown fond of them immediately, it had been easy: they were like two big Samoan children, it was almost impossible to hate them. They had grown up in a large and close family, forming a group was natural for them. Of course, they too had bad moments and for some it was not the best to find them both in front of them if things went badly, but in general it was easy to love them. Or at least for Y/N it had been so. She had started going out with them all the time and for her it was now "familiar" to have them around, she didn't even ask anymore where they were going or what to do. She was with them, she would have fun anyway, even if every now and then they got carried away... they were the ones who introduced her almost to everyone into the federation. They had introduced her to Roman. And Jaxon. Jaxson? Jackson? No, Jason. God, she just couldn't remember that dude’s name!
- I told them I was on my way back to the hotel.
She really did it, after repeatedly trying to enjoy a night that didn't take off. They were almost completely drunk, Naomi wasn't in much better shape, and she had to tell the bartender to call a cab to take them back when they finished making bad videos on the dance floor, but there was no point in giving Roman those details. Not at that moment.
- One of them could have accompany you - he replied quickly and Y/N turned to look at him confused.
- I'm not a child Ro, why would they?
They weren't in the ring, they didn't do business on commission and those two, as much as they enjoyed having fun and sometimes too much, could be blamed for anything but that. They had grown up together, in a family that didn't compromise on those aspects, why was he asking her those questions? If they had known that the guy would have taken it out for being rejected and would have followed her to the car to complain, they wouldn't have even made him get to the door. She wouldn't even let him get to the door.
- You could have called me - he replied, avoiding her question and Y/N went back for a moment to look at the parking lights, feeling that strange weight in her chest again.
- I thought you hadn't arrived yet, you had the interviews... these things always last longer than expected and to get here it took three hours by car - she reflects aloud, while Roman sighed and rested his head on the seat.
The last few weeks had been hectic, the PPV was approaching and he was as always in the mainevent. Journalists were in line to ask him the same questions over and over from all kinds of sports and non-sports news, he had podcasts to participate in, programs to make appearances. The federation exhibited him to the limit on those occasions and everything had to fit into his agenda, already planned to the minute for the previous months. She had seen him eat in the gym, sleep on the bus, change on a plane, wash in the locker room as if he had nowhere to go back and didn't want to get in the way. They were friends, they had sex - lots of sex - but she had no right to speak in his life and deep down, even if Y/N wasn't the face of the federation, knew how many sacrifices required a job like theirs. She didn't want to bore him, steal his time or worse, seem more of who she was.
And that had been one of the reasons she'd agreed to talk to that guy, friend of Xavier. She wanted to distract herself, find an alternative, but it was hours of stolen sleep, songs repeated in a bar like any other and two watered-down drinks that she had thrown away almost entirely. If she had known it wasn't the right night to spend with the twins, maybe she would have worked out, eat in the bedroom and hid under the covers to rest for a while, instead she'd had to get that guy out of Roman's hands before he lost control to the point of getting a call.
She watched him run a hand over his face, eyes closed and brow furrowed. He was angry, he was really angry and in one night Y/N had managed to smash his agenda, forcing him to take her back to the hotel when thanks to the advance interviews in Columbus, he could already be in bed.
- Roman ... - she called him softly, his heavy breathing filling the car, while he tried to calm his nerves.
She reached out to his arm, trying to get him to let go of the steering wheel and a low growl echoed in his chest, his face still motionless.
- Ro - she tried again, his grip getting tighter.
- He was yelling at you.
Y/N opened and closed her mouth for a second, her knees lifting on the seat to help her turn and look at him better. Was he angry about that? Was that the reason he had asked about his cousins? He thought...
- It was a little bit my fault - she admitted, snapping her tongue.
Jackson, Jaxson, Jason or whatever his name was, hadn't been nice to yell at her, but she had been a bit of a bitch, she had to admit it. Sitting on a stool for hours talking and finding that those next to you aren't paying attention to you isn't exactly an incentive to stay calm. Especially if that someone then decides to leave without a credible explanation for that behavior.
- He was trying to put his hands on you - Roman added deaf, his tone even angrier than before and Y/N shook her head, even though he wasn't looking at her.
No, he hadn't. He had just gotten closer than he should and maybe, on the other side of the road, from where Roman had swooped in with his car, it might have seemed the opposite, but no, it hadn't happened. Or she would have turned him against the sidewalk before he touched her hair.
- He was just mad cause I didn’t remember his name. - she tried to make him think, but he didn't want to know, he even seemed to get worse.
- I swear ... if he- he complained, his head wandering from side to side, his lips curled.
- ... hey ... im good, im alright... look at me Ro, im good - she quickly called him, her hands stroking his beard on both sides and pulling him towards her.
She saw him reopen his eyes with a still furious look and a small pout of disapproval escaped her along with a sigh. She stroked his face with her thumbs, her nails scratching his jaw in that gesture that seemed to relax him so much. His eyes remained planted on hers as his hands detached from the steering wheel and encircled her waist, creeping under the sweatshirt to hold her. Her fingers stopped, sliding further down his neck and the instant Y/N looked down at his mouth, Roman pulled her against him, lifting her up to sit on top of him.
The car was spacious, but he was a big guy and trying to sit as best she could, Y/N dropped her Balenciaga, Roman's mouth already against her in a hot kiss that threatened to make her out of breath. She felt her hands grab her ass, the boner pressing heavily on her center, the breaths echoing in the cockpit like a continuous roar. He was devouring her, without a plan, without holding back and she liked it more than she should, perhaps because of the tension or the memory of what had happened, she didn't know exactly, but she was already a mess.
They had seen each other practically every day, but they hadn't touched for more than a week and realizing that she had kept count, Y/N was not so surprised that she had missed him.
- I don't have the patience to... remove your clothes r-right now - she heard him warn her, between kisses and with her hands already on his belt, Y/N giggled.
- Considering... we're in a-ah... a parking lot, thanks-fuck! - she gasped, stopping as his hands pushed their way under her dress and two fingers slipped past her lingerie.
She felt him make his way inside her, his teeth biting her neck, the heat of his body almost burning her skin despite being dressed. He pumped in and out, merciless and furious, without waiting, her moods already wetting his palm, flattened against her center to also stimulate her clit at every intrusion. His fingertips caressed her walls, pressed in places where she herself would not have imagined she could have wanted them, and she lowered her head to his shoulder, curling her face against his neck. Roman’s beard tickled her face and from her mouth now came out only disjointed, broken breaths, the warmth mounting and her mind focusing only on him and what he was doing to her. He was in control, needy, his body even seemed to vibrate with tension, looking for a release.
- Rise up babygirl, i need you - Roman pushed her, but his arms had already lifted her.
With her knees pressed to his thighs, the abdomen contracted and short of breath, Y/N whimpered from lack of contact, until Roman stopped fumbling with his pants, releasing his already completely hard manhood. She looked at him with her lip between her teeth and a needy moan left her, as if she had been waiting for that moment all along. His hand rubbed his boner quickly a couple of times and without waiting for instructions, Y/N positioned herself on his lap, letting him slide inside her inch by inch, until it filled her completely.
- Hmm… f-fuck, ah, yes.
- Oh m-my- she closed her eyes, her forehead pressed against his.
Car sex wasn't comfortable, but having hardly any room to maneuver was forcing them closer than necessary and for that she would never stop thanking. She clung to his shoulders with her nails, walls tightening damp around his member one spasm after another, while Y/N tried to get used to having him completely inside her. She was literally sitting on it and her body was begging her to move, but Roman held her still by her hips and she was forced to cling to his hands, hearing him growl at her attempts to escape.
- I'm gonna fuck you so hard... that you forget you ever even m-met that asshole, you hear me babygirl? - he warned her seriously, running his tongue over his lips and Y/N could only respond with a moan as his hips lifted, pushing hard inside her.
She had him almost in her stomach, deeper than she'd ever expected, and her walls were holding him in a vise. He kissed her all along her neck, arms lifting and impaling her mercilessly, at a too frenetic pace from the very beginning. He was stiff inside her, hands gripping beneath her dress, the deep, hoarse moans echoing in her ears in a continuous up and down. He wasn't taking advantage, but a part of him was certainly venting and the idea of being there, at his mercy, was a turned on for Y/N. She indulged in his thrusts without thinking, letting him pump, brand her, and erase everything from her mind beyond the repetitive and overpowering movement of his hard-on. Y/N swayed her hips meeting his thrusts, the wet noise of their bodies mingling with the strangled moans, the air heavy with their breaths. She bit his neck, a kiss and another, until Roman slipped his arm behind her to pull her against him and Y/N stuck her fingers through his dark hair, feeling his forehead pressed against her neck, almost he was concentrating on that one continuous operation. He lifted her up a bit, reversing the movement of the thrusts and then letting her fall back on him, the tip of his cock pounding incessantly against her sweet spot, a satisfied growl accompanying every squeeze of her walls.
- Y-es… you're choking me b-babygirl, yes– he growled, digging his fingers into her hips in what was sure to be a mark the following day.
- R-Ro please… Im… Im-I need
- No. N-Not now, take it! - he stopped her abruptly, pushing her back against the steering wheel.
The new inclination, however minimal, gave Roman a greater range of motion and one of his hands slipped under her, pressing his thumb on her clit and taking from her a moan more like a scream. She was dizzy, about to crumble and honestly did not even understand how she had not yet collapsed against the horn, calling back whoever was guarding the hotel garage. Roman even seemed to increase the pace with each cry of her, as if they gave him the charge to continue and Y/N went back to holding on to his big forearms. Her buttocks slid against her jeans, the dress scratching her legs and her hair that was falling curl after curl, every time Roman grabbed her neck to bring her closer to him for a new sloppy kiss. Her moods by now were dripping everywhere and the sound of Roman's fingers spreading them on her button made her close her eyes, her chest rising and falling in search of an air which was perpetually missing. Careless, she pulled away from the steering wheel, clinging to his neck almost with despair and Roman gripped her against his chest, a hand behind the back of her neck and his lips pressed against her temples.
She felt his shaft throbbing inside her with the spasms of her moist center, pounding her most sensitive spot relentlessly with increasingly disjointed movements and opened her eyes again, begging with her forehead pressed on him. She saw his sweaty face, his muscles tense, sinking inside her, hammering her to the point of no return. He was destroying her and she couldn't, she didn't want to, do anything but stand there in his hands and let him have what he wanted.
Trapped in his press, her body bouncing with every thrust, she felt like she was losing connection with time and space, her mind completely empty and her core burning despite her leaking without restraint. One thrust, another, in a loop interrupted only by the low, husky noise of Roman's moans, she was out of breath and she opened her eyes again, begged him again, her head nodding. She couldn't resist anymore.
- … R-Ro ple-ase… ah! Please!
- G-Give it to me, its mine! Hm, g-give it, to, me, cmon – he conceded in the end and for Y/N it was enough, her body suddenly surrendering to the wave of pleasure that had mounted inside her and crumbled her there, in a parking lot with those lights pulsing behind her eyelids.
Roman continued his run undaunted for another minute, pushing under her with his head bowed, his abs contracted and his fingers pressed to her skin, emptying the last remaining energy and himself into her with a growl that made her body tremble. They were tangled up to each other, Y/N with her head resting on his shoulder and Roman with his chin on her temple, in a silence interrupted only by their breaths that slowly, with difficulty, tried to stabilize. She rubbed her nose against him, exhausted, feeling his hands slowly caress her aching legs and she inhaled deeply, the car smelling of sex. Of him.
- Babygirl… - he called back softly, his voice rough and Y/N lifted her face to give him a quick kiss on the jaw, before collapsing again.
- Im good - she assured, feeling him tighten his grip anyway.
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I am so sorry about the wait with some of the stories updates, I am slowly getting back into wrestling and started writing my WWE stories again. I will be hopefully posting some new stuff soon.
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Conference
Roman Reigns x Reader
Rating: 18+ NSFW
Warnings: Oral, Daddy Kink, Swearing, Teasing
A/N: 2 stories about Roman today, because why not? WM has me reeling.
You lean against the door frame and impatiently fold your arms across your chest. It’s been hours and Roman was still on his conference call. It’s his first night back home since being on the road and you just wanted to spend some time with him, was that too much to ask? Roman glances over at you and you tap your wrist, reminding him of the time. He nods and turns his attention back to his call. You turn away and stalk back into the living room.
Roman comes out of the office a few minutes later, sneaking up behind you on the couch and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He kisses your cheek and gently bites your ear, a low growl in his throat. You can’t help but smile as you turn towards him, now sitting on your knees, placing your hands lightly on his chest.
“About time, Ro. That conference went on for hours, what can y’all possibly be talking about?” you asked, looking up at his coffee colored eyes with your head cocked to the side.
“I’m actually just taking a quick break, baby, we have more brand deals to talk about,” he says. You drop your hands from his chest in disbelief.
“Roman, it’s your first night back home. I just want to spend time with you,” you say, your voice tinged with frustration.
“And we will, I promise. You think I don’t miss my girl?” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, despite your standoffish demeanor. You let your body relax against his, nuzzling your head into his chest.
“I’ll wrap this up, then you can let Daddy show you a good time, huh?” A smile plays at your lips as warmth fills your lower belly. Mmm, any time with Roman was a good time. It’s been a few weeks. You pull back from him and put on your most innocent face, your wide eyes gazing up at him.
“Yes, Daddy,” you say, placing your lower lip between your teeth. He lets out a small grunt and you know you’ve got him. You raise yourself up on your knees and gently kiss his lips. “What if I don’t want to wait, Daddy?” You kiss him again, this time wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in. He gently weaves his hands through your hair and grips, pulling your head back and eliciting a small moan from you.
“You know damn well I’ll fuck you six ways from Sunday, [y/n]. Patience.” He places a kiss on your forehead and turns back towards the office, adjusting himself before heading back to his call and lightly shutting the door behind him.
Fuck patience. You hear muffled conversation pick up from the office. You turn back around and stand up from the couch, sauntering over. You quietly crack open the door, slipping in and shutting it with a soft click. Roman glances towards you and furrows his brows, a puzzled look on his face. You smile innocently at him and walk around to the opposite side of Roman’s laptop, placing your hands on the desk and leaning forward. Roman clears his throat and turns his attention back the call, trying to listen the the WWE executives that were discussing some kind of deal with multiple brands.
You stand up straight and toss your hair behind your shoulders, reaching for the top button of your flannel shirt. You slowly unfasten it and move on to the next button, exposing your black lace bra, accentuating the rise and fall of your chest. Roman glances back towards you and his breath catches. He shakes his head at you in warning. Fuck, were you going to pay for this later. Roman clenches his jaw as you continue to undo each button, trying to focus his attention on the video call. The last button is undone, and you let your shirt fall off your shoulders. Roman glances back at you as you’re reaching your arms behind your back, ready to unclasp your bra. He takes an angered breath in and closes his laptop slightly.
“[y/n], what the hell are you doing?” He whispers harshly. You giggle and bite your lip.
“I’m showing myself a good time, Daddy,” you whisper back.
“Roman, I think we lost you,” you hear one of the executives say. Roman gives you one last warning glance before reopening his laptop.
“I’m here,” he replies.
Time to kick it up a notch. You take both hands and run them through you hair, taking the hair tie from your wrist and pulling your hair back. You didn’t take your eyes off Roman as you fastened it. You had him reeling, and you knew he was angry. He keeps glancing up at you, each time his expression getting darker. You drop to the floor and crawl under the desk. You can see the bulge in his sweatpants, as you lean forward and place your hands on his knees. You could feel how tense he was, and he shifts uncomfortably at your contact. He continues his conversation though, not letting you get the best of him. Yet.
You place your hand gently over the bulge in his pants, rubbing soft circles over the fabric. You feel him harden some more and your mouth waters. Roman silently urges you on by adjusting himself closer to you, and you oblige by gripping the waistline of his pants and pulling them down, his hips lifting obediently. His member springs free. You wrap your hand around his length and lean forward, letting spit drip from your mouth onto his cock. You starting moving your hand up and down slowly, before placing your mouth around the tip. You hear him take a deep breath in as he tries to answer whatever question they asked him.
You flick your tongue across the tip, rewarded with a small moan from Roman. You start moving your hand up and down his length again as you suck on the tip and occasionally flick and swirl your tongue around it. Roman’s leg muscles were clenching and unclenching with every move you made. You know how badly he wanted to grip your head and make you take it. You can hear Roman rushing to finish up the call, but where’s the fun in that? You take him fully in your mouth without warning, and his hips buck up to meet your mouth, a small fuck escaping his lips. You can hear everyone signing off and Roman’s laptop closing. You pop his cock out of your mouth and go to wipe the spit off your lips with the back of your hand, but before you pull back too much, you feel Roman’s hand on the back of your head.
“No, baby, you’re gonna finish what you start. Now be a good girl and wrap those pretty lips back around Daddy’s cock.”
You know better than to disobey him, especially with the way you behaved. You do as he says and wrap your lips back around him, his hand on the back of your head guiding your movements. He begins to thrust into you, pushing his cock into the back of your throat.
“Fuck, [y/n], just like that,” he pants. Your eyes are watering as he pushes your head down farther, taking every inch of him into your mouth. You gag as he thrusts faster, fucking your mouth ruthlessly.
“Gag on Daddy’s dick, baby, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” he lets out in shuddered breaths. A few moments later you feel his hot seed shoot into the back of your throat as Roman lets out a pleasurable moan, and holds your head still as his cum fills your mouth. You don’t swallow it just yet because you know Roman likes to see. You slip out from under the desk and climb into his lap, opening your mouth so Roman can see his cum all over your tongue.
“Swallow it, baby,” he commands. You do exactly as he says and swallow, feeling his sticky mess slide down your throat.
“What happens now, Ro?” You ask slyly, running your hand through his hair. He flashes a cocky smile at you.
“Bad girls get fucked.”
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This was a complete labor of love but 12/1 Smackdown took over my brain… thusly I was cursed for 3 days and forced to write this. I really hope you can give it a read and I especially hope you all enjoy! 😉❤️🔥❤️
P.s thank you all SO MUCH for your support for Green, I sincerely can’t say more than I’m just extremely happy and grateful you all like the story. I will be back to work on that now that this Smackdown smutty smut smut is out of my brain 🧠 lol.
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