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(a/n): ill be honest, i never intended to write anything on this blog. as a college student with a job, a bitch be tired asf. but, writing is my happiness. so is delusion ;). complete inspiration comes from @itjazzbicch and their “Cheiftess” series.

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*credit to owner. @romanreigns*

Parings: Dom!Roman Reigns x Black!Female Interviewer

Warnings: enemies to lovers????maybe still enemies. Smut. Lots of Smut. Swearing. Don’t interact if you’re under 18. ion like prison.

*NOT EDITED. SPELLING ERRORS AND MISUSE OF PRESENT/PAST TENSE*

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*takes place in 2021, feud between Roman Reigns vs Kevin Owens.*

It was Friday; Another boring ass Friday. The only difference was that he was here. And today, Jesus was he mad. But that’s just him nowadays anyway. Maybe it was due to the fact of Kevin Owens calling him out repeatedly. If there was one thing Roman Reigns refused to tolerate, it was disrespect. Disrespect to him meant disrespect to his family, his bloodline. Everyone in the arena already knew what he was capable of when he felt his heritage was disrespected. And best believe nobody wanted to engage with those consequences.

Over the last few months, since Roman’s return, he’s had a complete fucking identity change. He came back with a badass attitude, ready to take on anyone who was a threat to him and his family. His ego boost was on 100, with no sight of it coming back down to earth. But between you and your late-night thoughts? His persona, the “Tribal Chief,” had you imaging shit you didn’t even know could be possible. You knew that man could turn and twist you in ways that could be so pleasurable you could forget your name by only thinking about it.

As a backstage interviewer covering for Renee, while she enjoyed the beauty of her pregnancy with her husband, Jon, and you were temporary for now. Still, rumors swirled backstage on whether you’d stay. Stephanie and the other backstage crew mentioned more than once before how they loved how you can get into the superstars' minds during their interview. You gave a talk, unlike other interviewers—who were playing around the bush and being corny. You asked questions that could make them shiver or test their confidence. Or both.

You were on your way to your interview point, to interview Roman. Which you already knew was going to be dreadful. With how he treated Kayla during her interview, you knew he already had multiple insults ready for your questions. Little did he know you had something for his ass had he decided to pull it.

“You’re late.” He growls, readjusting his championship, Paul and Jey behind him

“I’m right on time. I said at 8:30, and it’s currently 8:30.” You smartly answer, taking your mic from one of the production members

“You’re supposed to be here when I’m here. I don’t give a damn about what time it is.” He snarls in your direction, “You have a once in a lifetime opportunity, don’t blow it.”

“I’ll assure you I won’t, Tribal Chief.” You give him a challenging smile

You clear your throat and smooth out the wrinkles in your skirt under his intense gaze at you before looking at the camera.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am currently here right now with our Smackdown WWE Champi—”

You were cut off as Roman placed his hand over the mic stopping the sound, “No, no, no, baby girl. If you want to introduce me, you’re going to do it right. Paul.” He calls for as he stepped aside for the short stubby man to speak

You roll your eyes as you lean your mic over to Paul—who held a grin on his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, myself, and your lovely interviewer y/n are currently grateful to be in the presence of Head of the table, Smackdown WWE Champion, and ‘your’ Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns.” Paul giddily recites into the mic

“Okay, so Roman, last week you unleashed a brutal attack on Kevin Owens. You believe that you have to make him fear you, but are you starting to think his words are getting into your head?”

Roman lets out a chuckle before turning to Paul and Jey, “You see what I mean now? We give people like her chances in a million, and they blow it on stupid questions. Kevin Owens is irrelevant, just like you’re about to be. Find a better question. Next.”

You kiss your teeth before, letting out an aggravated sigh. With Roman’s new ego boost, you and practically everyone else in the arena wanted to sucker punch him in his face. And you planned to do so on your last day here.

“Do you feel as though, by using Jey as a pawn, you’re allowing yourself to get too comfortable? By using Jey as a backup, you make yourself an easy target to attack. Maybe other superstars think It’ll be easy to use him to make you riled up?” You question with a slight smirk

“Another dumb question. Ever since I took Jey under my wing, he’s been the main event three times in a row. I love my cousin. I’m a provider. I get riled up when I sense disrespect. Disrespect to me is disrespect to my family, my bloodline. Everything my family worked for will only be recognized with respect and decency, not in a silly conversation or this interview. If anybody would like to test that theory of me as a target, they can try; they won’t get too far.” He responds in a healthy, confident tone

“Jey, would you agree? Those people who disrespect your family will be dealt with? Perhaps in the same fashion, he’s dealt with you?”

Strikeout.

You knew that was the easiest way to get to Roman; Through Jey’s head. He also made his blood boil by mentioning the gruesome beating Roman gave to Jey in their matches.

Roman stated multiple times that the beatings Jey endured were well deserved in all aspects. He also hated when Jey answered any questions about it. He knew that by Jey telling his story of their bond, it would be dangerous to take it and misuse the information, making Roman vulnerable.

Roman gave Jey a side glare—silently telling him to choose his words carefully—before turning to Paul with an impatient expression.

“No...you know….” Jey stammers in nervousness, “It takes a lot to understand the pressure my cousin has on his back. He’s a provider to our family. He does what he has to do to take care of the people who matter most to him. People like Kevin Owens, Drew Mcintyre...they threatened that position he has at the table—”

“Do you agree? Roman feels threatened by Kevin Owens and WWE Universal Champion Drew Mcintyre?”

You could see Jey start to shift, meaning he was immensely trying to pick his words before saying anything that could cause Roman’s anger to be retaliated. Again.

“That’s enough for this interview. The Tribal Chief is needed elsewhere.” Paul inserts before moving his hand back and forth over his throat—signaling the production team to cut the cameras

You pop your lips before looking up at Roman’s frustrated brown filled eyes. You notice how his expression softens for almost a second the longer you look at him, “You have some strong confidence, I see. That attitude can get you in some trouble, babygirl.”

“My attitude is wonderful. I’m doing my job, just like you’re doing yours, Roman. The only thing is that I’m not a little bitch, with the urge to belittle everyone because I’m insecure about my potential and qualities.”

Roman gave you a sly smirk that almost makes you want to kick him in his face, “Insecure?” He chuckles devilishly, “That mouth of yours is dangerous. You should close it before I show you how to use it properly.”

He whispers the last part, leaning down to your ear, so Jey and Paul are out of shot, leaving your cheeks flush from embarrassment. Your shift on your feet, shaking your head in amazement.

You were sick of his shit.

You stuck your tongue in the side of your cheek and turned on your heel to walk over to the monitors. You continue watching the rest of the show, occasionally engaging with other superstars who walked by. Your mind continued to lose focus as you thought back to your interview with Roman.

You thought about his body language against you. He consistently sized up and was rigid towards everyone he talked to backstage as if with one wrong move, he’d be ready to bodyslam anybody. But around you, he wasn’t as tense. He was in his natural element; himself. You could see small smirks appearing on his face suggesting he was enjoying getting under your skin.

Roman ended up winning his match against Kevin through Jey handcuffing Kevin to the steel cage. You crack your neck and relax your shoulders. Roman could win a match without Jey or Paul by his side. Of course, that was just his character now. Still, something about seeing how much his dominance shows through his performance and his interactions with everyone else was secretly intriguing to you, how he ditched his vest and began to wrestle shirtless.

He should've been doing this shit when he got out of The Shield with Jon and Colby.

After Smackdown ended, everyone started to clean up. The long drive to the next city was crucial. You’d be driving all night long practically, inside of a small rental car. You could already feel the back cramps, the charlie horses, and the arm strains. You wanted to get your body at least some kind of relaxation before you began the midnight journey, so you head straight to the locker room showers for a hot shower to calm your nerves.

On the way towards the locker rooms, you heard yelling. You turn your head for your eyes to come in direct contact with Roman’s brown ones, completely tensed and filled with rage. You could feel the tension sweating off his muscular body throughout the atmosphere. He was yelling at Jey for interrupting his match when he had it under control. Jey being his current lapdog, he had no choice but to listen to the 6’3 ‘Tribal Chief’.

You swallow harshly under his intense gaze and continue your path to the showers with your luggage in your hand.

You were met with complete silence—thank god.—when you enter the showers. You lock the door behind you and turn the knob to a blazing hot setting. What? Hot showers are good, but blazing hot showers? Even better. Just the feel of your skin under the water steaming off you made your body instantly settle.

You quickly undress from head to toe, cracking your neck to the side. Before you could lift your feet to walk into the shower, you felt a large hand on your lower back shoving you inside, causing you to let out a screech.

The person roughly turns your body to face them, and you come face to face with none other than the Samoan. Nude as the day he was born, with his cock standing at attention against his muscled stomach.

“Ah!” You squeak under his large hand, covering your mouth, with the under holding the arch of your back close to his hard-built and sweaty frame.

“You’ve enjoyed this, haven't you. Were you running around all damn day provoking me? Getting in Jeys head, asking bullshit questions, smart ass remarks, and this tight fucking dress squeezing your body in all the right places? Do you enjoy playing games with me? Why would you play games with me? With your Chief?” He growled close to your face; the showers were now steaming around both your naked bodies.

“Do you enjoy being a little bitch boy? Fucking thinking everyone falls at your beck and call to please you?” His hand on your mouth was lowering as you struggled to get out of his hold on you.

“I don’t think, babygirl. Everyone falls because of who the hell I am! I am the Tribal Chief. I am your Tribal Chief. I am the face of this company, holding it on my back every day. You have no clue what that will ever feel like because you’re too busy running that pretty little smart-ass mouth of yours. Maybe it’s time for me to give you some discipline? For you to acknowledge me?” He pants in a cautious tone

You stop struggling for a moment, letting him pull you closer. You lean up closer to his lips, a mere centimeters away from your lips touching, “Like hell would I ever acknowledge you as anything other than a whiny fucking brat.” You sultrily respond

He lets out a humorless chuckle before responding, “It’s your punishment, babygirl.” With that simple response, he smacks his lips onto yours with force ending any further communication. You kiss him back with just as much roughness.

Your hand slides up to tangle themselves into his long dark black hair, pulling softly. You moan softly as Roman bit down on your lip, gaining entry to your mouth, both your tongues fighting for control.

The control you desperately desired to have.

He let you win for a moment to lower his hands under your ass to lift you around his waist. He takes a handful of your ass, pressing your body into the wall.

“Fuck!” You whine out as he takes a large hand to deliver a smack to your ass.

“You will acknowledge me. Do you understand me? You will fucking respect your Tribal Chiff, or I’m going to make you respect me. Am I clear?” He moans in your ear as your lips latch onto his neck, leaving love bites.

You were so caught up in the clouds of your head, with the thought of him fucking you that you didn’t even think twice about what he said, “Am. I. Clear?” He reiterates each word with a smack to your ass

“You’re such a jackass!” You mewl loudly, feeling him rub his long thick cock between your wet folds; lifting your legs to wrap around his muscular torso

“What was that?”

“I said you’re such a—Fuck, Roman!” You scream as the feeling of him stretching out your pussy to accommodate his cock overtook you to places you haven’t visited in a long time. You were anything but a virgin. But working at WWE had its downsides to finding good dick. Deciding to focus on your career, you decide to pause on sex for a while

Roman gave you a second to get used to the feeling of you being so painfully stretched out around his cock. “You wanna finish that sentence, babygirl?”

You could barely pay attention with his cock slamming in and out of you, already fucking at a furious and rough pace so quickly. Breathing in harshly as he pulls out to split you open on his cock again.

“Don’t stop! Roman, please don’t stop!” You moan, gripping onto his stiff shoulders

“Fuck! Look at you moaning my name like the slut you are. What happened to all that shit you were saying a moment ago?” Roman pants deeply in your ear

“I—Ah!” You squeal as Romans hands grip your thighs, bouncing you up and down his thick cock

“Shit, where am I, baby? Do you feel me in those guts? Deep inside that pretty little pussy? It’s my pussy now. The Tribal Chiefs pussy.” He deeply chuckles into your ear, his cock rubbing over your g-spot at every thrust, letting silent screams come out your mouth “All that bratty ass attitude...talking to me like you’re above me. Giving me nothing but fucking sass. The whole time you’re nothing but a slut for my cock, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you in the showers? You’re gonna give me this pussy anytime I fucking want it.”

You let out a loud salacious whine as Roman slowly pulls out. He sets you down on your feet, flipping your body around letting your hard nipples collide with the cold and wet glass wall. He uses his foot to spread your legs apart. Roman slides a hand into your hair, yanking while simultaneously sliding his cock back into you.

“Fuck! You’re so fuck–“ You swallow a silent gasp as you felt him bite down on your shoulder. “You’re so fucking aggravating!”

“I'm aggravating, but who's taking this dick right now? Who’s dripping more than a faucet?” His confidence booms into your ear in a grunt

“Good dick doesn’t stop you from being an asshole.”

“But it makes you satisfied, doesn’t it?” He responds breathlessly before speeding up, cutting off your next reply

You place both your hands on the glass attempting to throw your ass back on him.If he thought he was controlling the situation, you were definity about to show him otherwise, by making him cum first. As breathless pant’s begin to leave his mouth, you feel him lean forward pressing his front against your back. You work hard at the thought of not cumming. Roman’s left hand comes down to rub your clit at a fast pace making that thought…just a thought. You bite down on your lip until the blood drains from it to stop yourself from relishing in the euphoric bliss you knew Roman was about to grant you.

“I can feel you clenching around me. Look at you. Fighting the urge to cum right now. Come on, babygirl. I know you’re good for it, let go. Acknowledge me as your chief. Let me see how fucked out you turn for me.” His voice sends shocks through your spine that leads to your core.

You gasp as your leg turns inwards, you throw your head back mewling to the ceiling for mercy as you finally let your orgasm crest. Not too far behind you; Roman allows his orgasm to follow through deep into your pussy. Primal roar’s coming deep from his chest bounce off the walls.

If anyone else was showering, they're certainly gone now.

With Roman holding your body in a death grip tight to his chest, you allow yourself to take a moment to let the following events settle in your mind. Having sex with Roman wasn’t the problem; it was the what if’s that clouded your already fucked out brain. Sex didn’t change how you felt about him. He was still an entitled brat with no sympathy for anyone. And he was definitely the last person you’d fall in love with.

“I think you should get going. I’m sure your entourage is going to come looking for you soon.” You choke out, attempting to break from his hold.

“They’re fine wherever they're at. They don’t do anything unless I give them the ok for it.” He sighs into your neck leaving kisses behind

Before falling too deep into his trap, you muster up enough strength to remove his arms from your body, “Okay, stop it.”

“Oh c'mon. Are you seriously about to ruin an amazing time here?” He snaps leaning onto the shower wall

“Did you think fucking me was going to make us best friends forever?” You question turning off the shower

“I see it didn’t work too well. You’re still the same old Y/N. Don’t act like this wasn’t the best thing to disturb your night.” He says returning back into his asshole self

“Oh no, trust me. That was amazing. Maybe you can get permission from your Daddy again to come and play again.” You laugh grabbing your body towel to dry yourself off

“Oh we’ll have to see about that. The next time you’re in need of me to make you forget your own name, just call me. I’ll always come running, baby.”

You drop your towel as you bend over with hysteric laughs coming out your mouth, “Oh fucking please. Me? Beg you? I wouldn’t hold my breath on that.”

“We’ll see. You know where to find me.”

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lilsedge · 9 months

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Can I request a one-shot (Jey Uso x Female reader)? Where their enemies but they both secretly like each other but are too stubborn to admit it. And they both share a hotel room due to budget cuts and it's the usos birthday. Jey is like "I want another present." and she's like "What, I can buy you it." and he's like "No, the present I want. Is you." and it ends in smut.

Birthday Gifts (smut)

Jey Uso x fem! Reader.

Warnings: Daddy kink, oral sex (female + male receiving), unprotected, blowjob, deep throating, fingering, slight edging?? (Not good smut tbh)

Jey Uso and Y/N were enemies. No one knows why or how it happened, because the rest of the bloodline likes her. It’s just one day they were down each other’s throats.

Y/N wasn’t even in the bloodline or against it. It’s just an argument arose when she and Jey crossed paths one day. It didn’t matter if they saw each other in the ring. They always fought, but there was a secret.

They both liked each other. Either of them won’t admit it because they’re both stubborn as a mule.

It was Friday night right after SmackDown. No one had booked their hotel rooms yet. Which was a big mistake. Well, it wasn’t their fault the flight was delayed till early in the morning, so they got there like right before SmackDown.

To prepare, WWE workers booked hotel rooms. The crew member was handing out the keycards to each superstar, informing them they would be sharing with someone. Not telling them who they would be sharing with.

Y/N was in front of her hotel room. She was about to scan the keycard, but stopped. A loud noise came from the other side. Y/N just shrugged it off and hoped it was someone she could stand.

Walking in the room. She notices that it’s boys’ clothes laying on the bed. There was also only one bed. Who is the boy she will be sharing a room with?

The boy emerged from the bathroom. They were face to face.

“Oh, it’s you,” says Y/N.

“Man, why did they put me with you?” Jey questions.

“Okay, let’s interact with each other tonight then,” Y/N says.

“That’s fine by me,” he replies.

In reality, it wasn’t fine by Jey. He didn’t want to miss out on interactions with his girl on his birthday. A knock was heard from the door. Jey goes to answer it. It’s Jimmy.

“Aye, Uce, let’s go out for our birthday dinner,” Jimmy says.

“Oh, and Y/N you can come too,” Jimmy finishes.

“Oh, alright if that’s okay,” Y/N replies.

“Yea let’s go,” Jimmy says, grabbing Y/N’s arm pulling her out of the room.

Jey was jealous of the interaction between his twin and Y/N. Anyone who touched Y/N that night Jey was jealous of. It should be him touching his girl, not other people.

Back at the Hotel Room

“I know I said no interactions, but how was your birthday?” Y/N questions.

“It was okay, I guess,” Jey replies.

“You know what?” The Samoan questions.

Y/N just looks at him, confused.

“I want another present,” Jey says.

“What? I can probably buy it for you,” Y/N replies.

“No, the present I want,” Jey pauses, “Is you.”

Jey makes his way closer to Y/N, eyeing her up like she’s prey and he’s ready to attack. His hand makes it to Y/N’s cheek. Y/N hesitates before moving her hands to the back of Jey’s neck.

Jey leans in, capturing Y/N’s lips with his own. Jey let his hands roam her body. The Samoan man detaches their lips for a second, just to sit with his back against the headboard. He immediately grabs Y/N, pulling her onto his lap.

His lips attach to hers for just a bit before moving them down along her jawline. Down her neck, finding her sweet spot in an inconsiderable amount of time. A soft moan came from her lips.

That made Jey smirk. His cockiness got to him.

“Would my brothers be able to find that spot so quickly, huh?” He says.

“Mmm, Jey just,” she pauses, “fuck me, please.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, baby,” he replies.

His hands immediately made their way up Y/N’s crop top. Jey smirks again. She’s not wearing a bra. He swiftly takes off her crop top, throwing it somewhere in the room.

He is massaging her tits, giving one a kiss than the other, so that they’re equally loved. Y/N put her hands on the hem of Jey’s shirt, wanting it off.

Jey let’s go of Y/N, letting her pull off the shirt. Now it was her turn to shower Jey with kisses. She might have snuck in a hickey here or there.

When Y/N had gotten closer to the tent in Jey’s pants, he was impatient and pulled his pants down. Y/N’s eyes immediately looked at his dick. Jey grabs Y/N's cheeks, making her look into his eyes.

“Suck it,” he demands.

The younger girl didn’t have to be told twice before doing what she was demanded to do. Of course, she was going to tease Jey. Y/N only put the tip of Jey’s member in her mouth before taking it out of her mouth with a pop.

She had done that a few more times until Jey got impatient. He grabbed her hair, putting it in a horrible ponytail. Forcing her to take more of him in her mouth. Jey let out a groan when he felt himself hit the back of her throat, causing her to choke on it.

That happened for a few more minutes until Jey sat up, putting Y/N where he was sitting. He made a trail of kisses leading to her pants. His hands made it to the waistband of her pants.

Jey pulled them down rapidly. A gasp sounded from the girl’s lips, from the feeling of cold air hitting her heat. Jey chuckles.

“Jey please,” Y/N moans out as Jey gets closer and closer to her core.

“That’s not my name, baby,” Jey replies.

“Awe fuck don’t make me say it,” Y/N becomes more impatient, feeling his breath against her core.

“I ain’t moving till you say it,” he says, purposefully blowing on her clit.

“Ugh, fine, please daddy, please,” she moans.

Jey immediately answers her pleas and starts sucking and licking at her core. After a few minutes, he starts to add his digits into her. He starts off with one, but quickly adds two noticing that she wasn’t moaning enough for his liking.

Anyone walking by the hotel room could honestly tell that Y/N was close. Jey didn’t let her come undone, though. He pulled away, causing some whines out of her.

The Samoan moved to the edge of the bed, pulling the younger girl with him. He spreads her legs out, grabbing his dick, rubbing it up and down her wet slit.

Slowly sinking into her, she let out a loud hiss of pain. Jey stops for a second. Seeing her nod her head, he moves again really slow.

Her moans start to pick up as Jey's pace picks up. Jey’s hands felt everywhere on Y/N before settling on her hips. Moans, grunts and skin slapping sounded the whole hotel room.

“Mmm Jey, I- I’m so close,” Y/N moans out.

“You’re not allowed to until I say and until you say my name,” he says.

“Oh please, daddy, please let me cum,” she pleads.

Jey was also getting close. His thrusts were sloppier. His grunts were becoming a bit louder.

“Alright baby, go ahead,” he says suddenly.

Y/N moans becoming undo. After she finishes, Jey pulls out and lets undone her stomach. He grabs her face and gives her a gentle kiss before walking to the bathroom, wetting a towel.

Jey comes back and starts cleaning her up. The Samoan man chuckles when Y/N jumps at the coldness of the wet towel.

After he finishes cleaning her and him up, Jey crawls in bed and cuddles up to her. That was the rest of their night. Just cuddles, kisses and giggles.

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