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ambreignsfan4life · 20 hours
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Your Month, Your Male WWE Superstar
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Did you get the superstar you wanted
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southerngirl41 · 6 months
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Lazy Day
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Warnings: 18+
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Lazy Day
"If anyone saw me looking like this…" He rolled his eyes as his girlfriend applied a mud mask to his face as he sat on the bathroom counter. "I'm Roman Fuckin' Reigns."
She popped his thigh, holding his chin in her hands, "I don't see a wrestling ring anywhere in this bathroom. You're just Joe. And you said we'd do whatever I wanted to do today."
He huffed, an over dramatic pout forming on his thick lips. "Yeah but I thought you'd wanna lay in bed and get fucked all day."
"The days not over, now look up while I do your neck."
He complied with her demands, lifting his chin up as she smeared the goop on his neck. He scrunched his face up as the mask started to dry. "Stop doing that!" She whined,  "Gah, you're so annoying, I swear!" Stepping back, she admired her work and smiled proudly, "There.  All done!" 
"Good, wash this shit off now."
"No! You have to leave it for at least twenty minutes."
Another huff, "Twenty fuckin' minutes? What am I supposed to do while I wait?"
"Wait." She said, hands on hips. 
He hooked his long leg around her waist, pulling her into him, "Then, at least let me do yours if I gotta sit here."
"Fine. Here, don't get it in my eyes or my mouth."
"I got somethin' for your mouth if you don't behave." He informs her as he smears the mask across her cheeks. "Yeah. Gonna put it right here." He grunts, rubbing his thumb across her lips. 
"Is that so?" 
He leans in, pressing his lips to hers, "Yes ma'am it is."
"You're incorrigible."
"The fuck that even mean?" 
"Means you can't change your behavior. Now, stop kissing me!" 
He laughs as he leans in, dragging his teeth over her bottom lip. "I like being incorrigible then. You like me this way. Admit it."
She takes the jar from him,  sitting it down on the counter, smiling to herself.  He was right, she loved him this way. They had been dating a little over a year now.  Both of them met fresh off a divorce, neither of them wanting to make any commitments but yet they couldn't seem to stay away from one another.  Joe was playful and easy going. Nothing like his alter ego, Roman Reigns. 
Being the newest Ring Announcer on Smackdown she caught his attention on her first night.  The way his name floated so effortlessly off her lips almost made him hard. He wondered what she would sound like whispering it into his ear as he fucked her. So he asked her out for a drink after the show, under the guise of welcoming her to the WWE. But he knew that she saw through his good-old-boy act. He kinda loved that about her though .They'd been inseparable ever since. 
"What are you so deep in thought about?" She asked, rubbing a warm washcloth over his face. 
He grinned, leaning into her touch, "Thinking about the night we met."
"Ah. Yeah, when you thought you were gonna outsmart me."
"Something like that." He winked, kissing her again. "Worked didn't it?"
"I just thought you were hot." She giggles, wiping more of the mask off.  "Needed to get Roman Reigns in the bag." She teases, flexing her muscles.
"Girl please."
She rinsed the cloth out, handing it to him. "Now do me."  She tells him as he slides off the counter, slapping her ass as he walks around her, "Ohhhh I plan on it baby girl."
"See, incorrigible."
"Incorrigible." He mocks her. "I'm pretty fuckin' good for an old man."
She scrunched her face up, "Old man?"
He wipes her face off gently, "I'm almost forty babe."
"And?"
"You're twenty nine. You sure you wanna hitch your wagon to an old fart?"
"Jesus… you're only thirty eight. Let's not act like you're seventy. And you're still gonna be hot at seventy. So…" She plants a passionate kiss on his lips, running her hands through his thick hair. His eyes flutter closed at the sensation of her hot mouth on his. He whispers her name as he deepens the kiss, exploring the depths of her mouth with skilled tongue.  "Good?" She purrs against his lips when they finally break apart.
He smiles, barely able to form words, "Yeah." He takes a deep breath and then adds, "Beautiful."
"I'm in for the long haul, no matter what age you are."
He smiled, grabbing her face between his hands and pressing his forehead to hers. "God damn you make me happy, woman." He kissed her gently once more. She blushed and took a step back, doing her best to compose herself after that heated exchange. "Uh… yeah… I should um… go rinse this off in the shower?"
He grabs her hand before she can walk away from him, "You ain't goin' nowhere yet darlin'. Not until we're done here."  He pulls her back into him for one more scorching kiss backing her out of the bathroom towards their bedroom. He shoots her a smirk before spinning her around and pushing her face first into the mattress. This was his domain and he planned on proving it.
She gasped, moaning in pleasure when his hands roughly grabbed her hips, his body pressing against her own. He nipped at her neck, making her arch her back in response. That only seemed to encourage him further as his hands moved up her body, exploring the curves of her body.
He was a man with a mission as he tore at her clothes, his free hands exploring her flesh and making her moan louder. He flipped her over onto her back, He nipped, dragging his teeth like a brand across her tender flesh, making her wetter and more aroused with each passing second.
His thumb dragged over her clit, sending a jolt through her body that made her gasp in pleasure. He pushed inside her and it felt like she was coming home, his strong arms wrapped around her while their bodies moved together in a passionate dance of hard thrusts and fervent desire. His name escaped from her lips as a desperate cry for more, rising higher than her voice had ever been before. She was lost in the way he moved within her; the way he filled her completely and took away every other thought from her mind.
"Mmm you fuck me so good baby," she muttered against his skin, nipping at his neck as she felt herself becoming undone with pleasure. He flipped them over again, so she could take control. With every thrust of his hips, another scream ripped from her throat. His large hands cupped and squeezed her breasts as he drove deeper into her. She pulled his face up to hers, needing to feel his lips on hers as she unraveled in his arms. It was as if he had known all along exactly what she needed to reach her climax, letting her keep control as she rode him hard and fast while their mouths were locked together.
Her orgasm came seconds before his own, her tight walls around him milking him as his hips buckled under her. His roar of pleasure sent shock-waves through her as he pushed deep once more and held himself still, letting her ride out every last ounce of pleasure before they both collapsed into a happy mess of limbs.
He kissed her again, hugging her close as they both lay there, then pressed his lips to her forehead, leaning up so he could look into her eyes. "You really are somethin' you know that right?"
She rolled her eyes, "Same to you."
He chuckled, pushing the hair out of her face. "This is why I'm in for the long haul, darlin'."
She smiled, snuggling into his chest and sighing happily. "Good, 'cause I'm not going anywhere."
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pr0wlerpunk · 1 year
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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
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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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heauxvibez · 27 days
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Roman Reigns Warning: Soft smut (18+)
Imagination
Girl come through,
and let's do
what we do in your imagination...
Renee and Roman sat in his home theatre binge watching Law and Order: SVU. It was their favorite show to watch together when they had the time.
With how hectic Roman's schedule was, she was surprised that he was able to keep his promise to her after all these years of him wrestling. Early on he had promised her that he would always make time for her even after his career took off. They both wanted to preserve their friendship as best as they could even through the tough times of adulting.
She snuggled deeply into her seat while clutching the blanket that Roman kept at his place for her. He, on the other hand, had his seat reclined with one hand embedded in his sweats and the other tugging at his beard hair. He had a horrible habit of doing that when he was focused.
Renee glanced away from the screen to look his way for just a moment to take in his features. He had changed so much over the years. He had looked the same, yet he didn't. But nonetheless he had aged like fine wine. How? Who knows. But his skin had grew darker over time, jaw line more structured, teeth done and his beard...God his beard. She loved it. It was full, thick and had hints of gray hair. In her opinion, the only thing it needed was to be covered in her juices.
Of course, just like any ole Netflix movie or Wattpad story, Renee had found herself becoming more and more attracted to him over the years. The feelings literally consumed her on a day to day basis. She couldn't stop thinking about him, dreaming about him and often fantasized what he was like in bed.
At this point she was a professional at day dreaming. Scenario after scenario, she constantly pictured herself in his arms.
The thought of being intimate with him sent shivers down her spine. Just imagining his breath against her skin, lips grazing her neck and his eyes..damn those eyes, she often imagined him forcing her to look into them while they made love in front of the mirror in his bedroom.
"Look at me, baby girl.", she shook her head 'no' as he thrusted in and out of her from the back. Her ass slapped against his skin as he pushed deeper..and deeper..and deeper.
His hand gripped her throat and forced her head up.
"You're saying no like you got an option. Look at daddy.." her eyes shifted up, Roman bit down on his bottom lip at the sight.
"Oh God.." she widened her eyes, the words accidently slipped out of her mouth.
"What happened?" Roman looked over at her, fingers still playing with his beard. She looked at him and the look he was giving her was enough to make her want to rid herself of every single piece of clothing that clung to her body. He was looking at her with those same eyes that she remembered from her fantasies.
"I just..I was just thinking about an embarrassing moment I experienced at work a few days ago is all.."
He raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Mmm, sure.." he teased.
Men aren't the brightest people in the world, but Roman definitely wasn't oblivious to the fact that his friend was attracted to him. He never failed to notice the numerous amounts of times she looked at him and the way she looked at him. He'd been teasing her a lot lately and surprisingly she hadn't noticed that he was attracted to her as well. He gave plenty of hints, became a little touchier, called her new nicknames such as baby girl, beautiful, love and they always flew over her head. If he hadn't already had a clue that she'd liked him, he'd probably feel rejected.
They stared each other down a bit longer, his hand moved from his beard and he reached it out in her direction.
"What?" she questioned.
"C'mere," his eyes softened and he licked his lips. She was a bit frozen in place. Is she losing her mind or is he really looking at her like this. The way she'd only dream of him looking at her.
She looked in his eyes, at his lips and back to his eyes.
"Come," his voiced deepened a bit, which she didn't think was possible. She rid herself of the blanket and hesitated.
"Like..sit on your lap?" she questions, now her eyebrow was raised. He bit down on his bottom lip and nodded.
She must be deep in a daydream right now because this isn't real. She finally met his reach, grabbed onto his hand and climbed over the custom theatre seat. She straddled him, legs at either side of his hips. He sighed in pleasure as she sat on top of his covered member. She felt it as well and did her best not to lose it. Her moans were begging to be released from her throat.
"You want to tell me about that embarrassing moment that made the words 'Oh God' leave those pretty lips?" he asked as he looked up at her. His hand returned to his beard while the other held tightly onto her waist.
Her hands rested on his chest. It was nice and firm. His build has definitely changed in the best of ways since he had started wrestling. He looked so edible, it was ridiculous.
"No not really, it's an embarrassing moment for a reason bud." she stated with a sarcastic smile while softly patting his chest. He thrusted up slightly, the lump under his black sweats rubbed against her core which made a soft moan escape her lips.
"You want to tell the truth?" he asked, now both hands rested on her hips. She shivered and her stomach was now consumed with butterflies. What was he doing to her?
She was now biting her lip and looking down at him with a look he thought was irresistible. His stomach was also fluttering as the beautiful woman looked down at him.
Her pretty black curls fell perfectly on her forehead. She often talked about how her 4c hair drove her mad but he loved it. He loved everything about her, her hair, her beautiful black skin, her shape, everything. She could do no wrong and in this moment, he was ready to show her how beautiful she really was to him.
"Maybe I can make whatever you were thinking about come true.." he said softly. His hand slowly began traveling from her hip, up her stomach, over her breast and found it's way around her neck. He began thrusting against her core slowly and his dark eyes looked into her soul while doing so.
Her breath became short and her hands were no longer on his chest but now grasping his tatted arm that had a nice hold on her throat.
"You just have to let me know what you were daydreaming about. I can make it come true.." she softly moaned at his words.
"Was it something like this? Is this what you were thinking about baby?" He questioned. He knew he was making the woman weak, but he wanted to hear from her mouth what she wanted. He wanted the confirmation from her lips. The lips that he wanted against every inch of him.
She shook her head 'no'. He licked his lips, smirking at the fact that she was still holding back. He fully sat up and wrapped his arms around her, his hands were now on her back. His beautiful hair draped over his shoulders. It wasn't wet like he usually had it for his matches, but dry, soft and flowing beautifully.
He snaked his arms under her shirt. Her warm skin against his cold hands made her breath hitch in her throat. He dipped his head down and into the crook of her neck. He placed soft gentle kisses against her pretty soft skin. She smelt so good, like vanilla and peony; he couldn't help but moan. She moaned back in response. His lips felt like heaven.
Her pussy throbbed immensely; she swears he could feel it. She just knew her heart was no longer in her chest and now in her panties.
"Fuck." she whispered; he continued showering her in his kisses. He worked his way up to her ear. Now it was his turn to whisper.
"Tell me what we do in your imagination.." she caved, she couldn't take it anymore.
"You were fucking me while we looked at each other in the mirror-" the hairs stood up from her skin as Roman's hand slowly slid down her back.
"Mhm, what else.." he whispered before his tongue traced the outer of her ear.
"Joe, please" She begged he pulled away from her ear and looked at her through hooded lids.
"Keep. Talking." he spoke sternly.
"You were giving me back shots, you told me to look at you and I didn't. So you wrapped your hand around my throat and made me look at you while...shit..while you fucked me." she uttered in almost agony. She had always imagined what it was like to be intimate with him and the thought always made her knees weak. But to actually experience his hands, his breath, his lips all over her..it was a whole other experience.
Roman's lips curved into a devious yet sexy smile. He loved seeing this side of her. She didn't know that she was driving him crazy just as much.
He licked his lips for what seemed like the millionth time and tilted his head slightly.
She felt her cheeks get hot and quickly became embarrassed. She looked down from his gaze and took a deep breath.
"That's what I was daydreaming about, nosey. Are you satisfied?" she giggled softly hitting him.
That devious smirked still accompanied his soft lips. He finally got want he wanted and was very satisfied matter of fact.
He grabs the wrist that she swatted him with and placed it behind her back. This caught her by surprise. With his other hand he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.
"Very," he whispered huskily. He wasn't showing it, but he wanted her so bad. Just her looking at him was enough to make him cum. He needed to take her upstairs to the room not now but right now.
"Just know that tonight, every single time you cum I want my hand wrapped around that pretty little throat of yours and I will demand eye contact if you want to nut. We're going to make sure we do what we do in your imagination."
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Hi ya'll! This is my first time writing Roman. I hope ya'll like it!
Just gonna tag my favorite writers below!
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kilviaa7 · 8 months
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Beautiful
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imaginexwwe · 10 months
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STILL IN LOVE 1|2 - Roman Reigns
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This is just something I came up with because I was bored and I'm trying to get back to writing and have 0 requests to go off of HINT HINT 👀
SEND SOME REQUESTS IN no smut because I'm terrible at that 🙃
Y|N'S HAVING CONFLICTED FEELINGS HOURS BEFORE HER WEDDING
I fumbled with my engagement ring, as I stared blankly at my reflection in the mirror.
The more I starred, the less I recognized the person that starred back at me.
"Hello..." My bestfriend, practically sister, Trinity said, trying her best to snap me out of my thoughts. "Earth to Y|N."
Blinking a few times, I glanced over at her as she took a sear next to me. "Hmm..?" I mumbled, fighting the urge to go back to blankly starring at my reflection.
Trinity sighed, shaking her head. "You didn't hear anything I said, did you?" She asked.
And even though Trinity asked, the look on her face told me that she already knew that I was in fact not listening.
But it wasn't like I was just purposefully ignoring her.
I just had something on my mind.
Something that was impacting how I should be feeling right now.
"No." I replied, with a sigh to match the one Trinity had previously let out. "I can't stop thinking about Roman." I added.
As soon as I had mentioned Roman's name, Trinity stood from the chair she had been sitting in seconds before to stand behind me, a serious look on her face.
"Look at you, Y|N." She said, a type of authoritative tone that laced her words.
Tears stung at my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks. "I can't." I whispered. "I don't like what I see." I admitted.
"Why not?" Trinity asked, causing my eyes to snap open, and me to now stand up also, facing her.
"Why not?" I questioned back, mocking her. "Because look at me," I gasped out. "I'm hours away from getting married, to who's supposed to be the man I want to spend the rest of my life with and all I can do is think about how much of an emotional cheater I'm being." I paused, grabbing the tissue Trinity held out to me, dabbing at the corners of my eyes, careful not to smudge my makeup. "And all it took was a phone call from my ex. Not a kiss, not some in the moment sex, a phone call. A stupid phone call Trinity."
Trinity came closer, wrapping me in a sisterly embrace. "If something has this much of an impact on you, it can't be that stupid, sis." She rubbed my back, as I buried my face into her shoulder. "What did he say?" She questioned, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
"He's happy I finally found the happiness I deserve and that he wished me luck." I answered, earning a giggle from Trinity.
I pulled from our hug to look at her with narrowed eyes before giggling along with her, unable to keep a serious face.
"See?" I pouted.
Told you it was stupid, I mentally told her as if she would somehow hear me as if I had said it out loud.
"It sounds as if he was just wishing his ex luck or something." She finally replied, still in a fit of giggles. "You're just overthinking. Maybe because you're nervous or somet--"
"But then after we said bye, I could swear I heard him tell your husband that there was no way he could ruin my big day tomorrow by telling me that he was still in love with me." I quickly spoke, cutting Trinity off, as I bit down on the inside of my cheek, unaware of how wide my eyes now were. "I think he thought I had hung up, or that the phone wasn't to my ear or something but I know for sure I wasn't supposed to hear those words."
Trinity swatted at my shoulder, a look of disbelief on her face. "How did you not start with that in the first place, Y|N?"
I bit down harder on the inside of my cheek, before looking down. "Because I wasn't supposed to hear it an--"
"But you did." Trinity almost shouted, cutting me off this time.
Yes I did.
But I also spent all last night trying to convince myself I didn't.
Before I could say anything else, Trinity was making her way to the door of the room.
"Trin," I called out, trying to hurry to stop her. "Where are you going?"
"To find my husband." She huffed out.
I figured, I thought silently, face palming myself, then immediately sprinting to the mirror to make sure my eyelashes and makeup were still in tact.
I didn't know what turn this day was gonna take but I knew I wanted to look good no matter what.
And yes, I'm fully aware that that's not the way a bride is supposed to think hours before she walks down the aisle, but hey.
"I just hope Tyler doesn't hear about any of this," I mumbled to myself, imagining my fiancé hyped with all his groomsmen, on a high about today, just as I should be with my bridesmaids. "But nope, I had to ask them to leave so I can have a moment alone."
But thank goodness Trinity saw that I needed to get something off my shoulders and demanded that she stayed.
That's why it was a no brainer in asking her to be my maid of honor
After what seemed like eternity, Trinity finally returned, Jimmy following behind.
"Damn, Y|N you're not even close to being dressed." Jimmy said, noticing I was still in my bridal robe and slippers while he, Trinity, and I'm assuming everyone else involved in the wedding as well as the guests.
I swallowed hard, before speaking up. "I'm not sure I can get married to Tyler." I finally said, noticing the usually goofy Samoan man that I've come to love as a older brother tense up. "Why?" He questioned, throwing another one at me before I could answer the previous one. "Do I need to kick his ass?"
I immediately shook my head, "No," I began before hearing Trinity's voice.
"Because of you and Roman, and," Trinity paused, placing her hands on her hips. "Jey, I'm sure."
"What did me and Roman do?" Jimmy asked, confused, and glancing around. "And if Jey is involved why didn't you drag him in here?"
I sighed, glaring over at Trinity. "Because he didn't do anything," I quickly answered, as my eyes shifted from Trinity to her husband. "And neither did you or Roman. It's what I heard Roman say to you last night." I added, mumbling the last part.
"Last nig--" Jimmy started to say before his wife, basically cut him off with a shout.
"She's talking about Roman telling you he's still in love with Y|N last night." She said, going over to give her husband a jab in his chest. "And now because of you and your uce, Y|N isn't sure if she could marry Tyler."
Jimmy looked over at me. A slightly apologetic look on his face. "Y|N|N, he didn't want you to hear that." He tried to explain as I frowned.
"Because he didn't mean it?" I chocked out.
Was I reading this whole thing wrong?
Was I putting my wedding, my maybe marriage to Tyler at stake for nothing?
"Because he did, Y|N," Jimmy answered. "But he felt that it was time to finally let you go and start your life with Tyler." Jimmy shrugged. "That's why when I told him he should just get everything off his chest before today, he told me he couldn't."
I slowly walked over to the chair I was once sitting in, this information feeling too hard to take in, even though I had heard the same thing last night.
Maybe the confirmation is just what's hard to take in
I still had a chance at a future with Roman?
"Why did he push me away though Jimmy?" I asked, tears once again stinging at my eyes. "He's the one that left me. If it wasn't for him we would still be happy, and I won't be with Tyler." A frown slowly made its way onto my face. "He's the reason I'm in this position. I basically forced myself to move on so fast, almost jumping into a marriage that I don't even know I want because I was trying so hard to get over him and practically jumped into the arms of the first man that showed me attention."
I stood up, so many emotions rushing through my body.
"I don't even know if I truly love Tyler and want to marry him or if I was just going to marry him so I wouldn't have to keep looking for a man to love me like Roman did."
"Clearly you don't." Trinity mumbled, her eyes widening as she realized her words weren't just a thought after I shot her another glare. "Look, Y|N I think we both know you have love for Tyler but it's not the love you need to have between two people to get married or to make a marriage last. You have that with Roman and no matter who you find you're always going to be in this position."
I nodded silently.
She was right.
"I know what needs to be done." I replied, before adding. "I need to go see Tyler."
"To tell him the wedding is off?" Jimmy curiously asked, as I made my way to, and out of the door. "She's telling him the wedding is off, right?" Jimmy then asked his wife, realizing I had more important things on my mind than answering him.
"I hope." Trinity responded. "Cause it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding and that's the last thing they need if she's going to go through with it."
Inhaling and exhaling, I slowly brought my hand up to knock on Roman's door, before I quickly lowered it again.
Knock idiot, I mentally screamed at myself.
I had, had a painful goodbye with Tyler, and I had drove for almost two hours to get to Roman's house and now that I'm here, am I really gonna chicken out?
"I can't do this." I gasped out.
Leaving Tyler was easier than this when I thought it would've been the other way around.
But just as I turned to leave from Roman's front door, I heard the door being unlocked from the inside, and soon enough the door was open and I had turned around again to find myself face to face with my ex boyfriend.
Damn, does he look even more handsome than I remember..?
"Y|N," Roman asked, bliming a few times as if he might have thought he was dreaming. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be getting married right about now?"
I shook my head, looking down at my now naked ring finger. "I couldn't do it Roman." I mumbled, before swallowing hard, knowing that this could very much be my one and last chance to say how I feel.
"I heard what you told Jimmy on the phone last night when you thought I hung up and I just had to let you know, I'm still in love with you too, Roman."
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Roman Reigns: Date Night (Pt. III to Don't Forget the Strawberries and Whipped Cream.)
Author's Note: I'm really enjoying writing this for you all.
Warnings: none really other than the occasional swearing and mentions of blood w/a visual
The Next Morning
You’d just gotten off a long night shift at work. You don’t know exactly what you did to your patient, whose name you learned was Kade, but she ignored you the rest of the shift. You were confused as you two started on a good note, but then she just immediately shut down as your conversation progressed. It troubled you. But hopefully, you didn’t leave a bad impression on her. You hugged Vallerie goodbye before hopping into your car and starting the ignition. Before going home, you were going to make a quick stop at Starbucks and get your favorite drink and some breakfast.
Ten minutes into your drive, your phone rings through your dashboard, and your husband’s name pops up. You smile to yourself before picking up the call.
“Good morning, baby. Are you off work yet?” he asked, sounding like he was moving around.
“Yes, it was a loooong shift. I’ll explain when I get home.” You say stopping a red light.
“Okay, you know I’m all ears. I’ll have a bath ready for you when you get back, okay? You’re off the rest of the weekend, right?” he questions.
“Yep. Which means I’m relaxing the rest of the weekend…. that is if our little nugget allows it.” You giggle.
“No worries about that. I already got it covered. She’ll be at my mom’s for the rest of the weekend. I got something special planned for us.”
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You finally make it home, stomach full of the breakfast and coffee you chugged down on your way home. 
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You park your car in your driveway, your husband’s car already in its usual spot. You get out of your car, and your tiredness starts to hit you like a diesel truck. You could barely put one foot in front of the other. Before heading into your house, you walk to your mailbox. That’s when you hear your name being called. You turn around to see your neighbor, Miss Williamson, walking her poodle. She was an elderly lady, sweet, and nosy, but an overall lovely woman. She smiles at you, a small hint of confusion on her face as she takes in your appearance. You’d hope to make this conversation very short, all you wanted to do was take a hot shower and lay down with your man.
“Good morning, Miss Williamson. How are you?” you smile at her, waving your hand.
She approaches you as her poodle, Miss Fefe, sniffs you. She was a friendly dog that took a liking to you. You giggle as you pet her head.
“Good morning Y/n. It appears you’re just getting off work?” she asks, looking over at your house and then back to you.
“Yes, ma’am. I just started going back to work. I’m thankful for it though. It gets me out of the house.” You tease as she furrows her eyebrows.
“Hmm..I thought I saw another car in your driveway last night when I was walking my dear Fefe. Must’ve been seeing things. Hahaha,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.
“Yes well, I’m pretty tired I’m just going to-“Your words were interrupted by the sound of your front door opening and your husband calling out to you.
“Y/n! You’re home.” He smiles at you before turning his attention to Miss Williamson, his smile then disappears. He and her didn’t like one another. He felt she was way too nosy for his liking. She was like a neighborhood watchdog to him, and he couldn’t stand it.
“Ahh Mr. Anoa’i. Nice to see you on this fine morning. I was just talking with your lovely wife.” She says giving him a fake smile and wave as Miss Fefe begins sniffing around your yard, looking for a spot to piss on.
“Nice to see you too Miss Willy Wonka. Mind getting your mutt off my lawn?” he says, a fake smile now plastered on his face.
You gasp lowly, “Joseph! Don’t say that. Sorry, he didn’t mean that.” You quickly respond as Miss Williamson gasps.
“It’s Williamson to you. I was just talking with Y/n about how I thought I saw another car in her driveway last night. Care to explain?” Miss Williamson says, sticking her nose up at Joe.
“Other than the dementia you have; no I have no explanation other than no one is here besides me.” He says as her and your mouths drop at his comment.
“Joseph!” you say hurrying over to him and clamping your hand over his mouth.
“Why I never! Come on Fefe, let’s go dear. This grass looks artificial anyway.” she says, storming off as her dog hurries behind her.
As you watch her walk away you turn your attention to your husband before you burst into laughter.
“Did you have to say that?” you laugh as he too begins to laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist. He shrugs, bending down to capture your lips onto his. He then pulls away, moving aside so you can walk through the entrance.
“What? She’s annoying. One day she’s gonna run her mouth too much and someone might hurt her.” He says as he closes the door behind him, following you upstairs into your master bedroom.
“Well, I’m sure she means no harm. After all, her late husband was a police officer, so maybe she feels it’s her duty to know what’s going on in the neighborhood.” You reply, walking into your bedroom and kicking your shoes off, sighing in relief.
Your husband comes up behind you as you pull your shirt over your head.
“Well, she needs to mind her business. Anyways, enough about her, freshen up so you can eat, okay?” Joe says, removing your bra as he kisses along your neck.
“Boy, uh uh. I smell like ass. Let me wash before you start kissing all over me.” You grin as you bend down to remove your pants, to which your husband lands a hard smack on your butt, earning a yelp from you.
“See you downstairs.” He winks, heading out the door, making sure to close it behind him.
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The Next Night
“Girl yes, we’re having a little date night tonight. Girl yes, I got the lingerie on. Red! His favorite color. You know he gone rip this off of me.” You laugh with Vallerie on the phone as you go into your walk-in closet to pull out the dress you were going to wear for your dinner date with your husband who was downstairs, patiently waiting for you.
You check yourself in the mirror, admiring yourself. 
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You know, since becoming pregnant, you were highly skeptical of what your before and after appearance was going to be. But honestly, you didn’t look too different than when you did before being pregnant. You smile at the little bit of curve that baby weight gave you. Hopefully, tonight will lead to a little bit of intimacy between the sheets because you’ve missed feeling your man inside you. It’s been a while. Of course, he tried to be intimate during your pregnancy, but with hormones and insecurities, you refused to let him touch you in that way. But tonight, you hoped, would be a different story.
You spray on some perfume before heading out the master bedroom door. Your heels click as you make it to the living room to see your husband standing there, looking as sexy as ever.
“Hey, sorry I took so long.” You giggle as he turns to look at you, admiring you from head to toe.
“No worries, you look stunning as always.” He smirks, approaching you and pulling you into a kiss.
His hands start to travel down your body, feeling and loving every curve before landing on your butt. You moan softly as he gives it a little squeeze. He must restrain himself as he pulls away from you.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, come on, let’s go enjoy dinner.” He says lowly, planting one last kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.
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You two make it to your favorite restaurant, a place that you two used to go to when you were back in high school. This place held so many good memories. You walk together through the parking lot and the restaurant doors, immediately being greeted by a waiter.
“Yes, reservations for Anoa’i.” your husband says in his deep voice as the waiter looks through his booklet before smiling and nodding, grabbing two menus.
“Great, just follow me please.” He instructs as he leads you through the restaurant and into a private section of the restaurant.
“Thank you.” You smile as you and Joe take a seat, him pulling your chair out for you like the gentleman he is.
“I know our anniversary isn’t until next week but after hearing how exhausted you sounded on the phone, I wanted to do something special for you.” He smiles momentarily before picking up his menu to skim through it.
“Well after you pampered me all day, I’d say you did a great job. Thank you, Joe. I love this. I need this. Yesterday was a little…..off for me at work.” You say softly, picking up your menu to look through it.
“Care to talk about it?” your husband inquires, momentarily setting his menu down to look at you, giving you his full attention.
“Well…it wasn’t like it was hectic or anything because I only had one patient…. but the one that I had was….a pretty sad case.” You say, shaking your head and leaning against your hand, looking at your husband sitting across from you.
He nods his head in understanding, and he grabs your hands, kissing your knuckles.
“Want to talk more about it? If not, you don’t have to.” He reassures you, giving you a little smile.
That’s one thing about your husband. He was always supportive of your career. Always curious to know more about your job and responsibilities as a nurse. It made your role as a nurse and his partner feel even more important cause he cared enough to know about your day.
“Well, it was a woman. She was badly beaten and dumped behind a dumpster like some trash. You should’ve seen her….she looked like she was hit by a train. It’s so sad. Actually, she’s an old schoolmate of ours. She knows you and I both. She knew we both dated. She knew you used to play football, everything. I don’t remember much about her, but I just knew she looked familiar when I first saw her.” You say as his eyebrows contort into slight confusion.
“She knows me? Hmm…what’s her name?” he says, letting go of your hands and leaning back into his chair to grab his menu again as the waiter approaches your table again with a bottle of your favorite wine. He pours you both a glass.
“Ready to order?” he asks as you both nod your heads.
Once ordering your food, the waiter walks away, and you and Joe resume your conversation, sipping your wine.
“Her name was Kade. Sound familiar?” you ask as your husband stops drinking his wine, his expression almost unreadable.
He places his glass of wine down on the table before tilting his head at you, “Kade?” he questions as you nod your head before shrugging.
“Yes. Like I said, I don’t remember much about her, but she knew a lot about us. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re the ‘it couple’ in school.” You giggle as the momentary glint of alarm etches across your husband’s face and goes unnoticed by you.
It’s silent for a moment as you both sip on your wine, listening to the live orchestral band playing not too far from your table. It was a calming atmosphere. However, you couldn’t help but notice your husband shifting around in his seat.
“Babe? You okay?” you ask as he has zoned out.
“Oh sorry. Haha Just thinking. So anyway, tell me more about work. Was this Kade woman difficult to deal with?” he asks to resume drinking his wine.
You shrug, “No, not really difficult. Just…..shutting herself down once I asked about her love life. Which I probably shouldn’t have done because it’s none of my business, but I just wanted her to not be so timid with me. You know?”
“Yes, I understand. So, what did she say?” he asks just as your dinner arrives at the table.
You both say a quick prayer over your food before digging into it, your tastebuds immediately savoring the delicious steak and potatoes. You halt eating before you resume your conversation.
“Well…..she told me she was not married, but she had a daughter. And-“ Joe immediately cuts you off as he begins to choke on his food. You were about to get up to pat his back but he gently declined your help.
“A daughter?! I mean……a daughter?” he says, regaining his composure.
“Yes……..a three-year-old, but sadly her daughter was taken from her. Then she said something about running away from the father. I don’t know. She didn’t say more.” You say, going back to eating your food.
It’s silent for a moment as you two enjoy your food before he clears his throat.
“Well….I can’t say much other than you’re a special nurse for caring for her in such a horrible time in her life.” Joe says as you give him a small smile.
“I hope so…..but anyways enough about work and more about us.” You say as your husband nods in agreement, glad you were dropping the topic to something heartier.
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After a wonderful dinner with your husband, you both laugh as you walk through the parking lot and into your car. Not long, you’ve both made your way home. He parks the car in the driveway as it’s now dark and the moon is glistening beautifully in the sky. The mood was currently set as you couldn’t keep your hands off of Joe the entire ride home.
You couldn’t help but touch and grope his manhood as he grew hard underneath your fingertips. You had to keep your legs clamped shut to keep from touching yourself knowing you couldn’t satisfy yourself like your man could. But here you are, having been patient but now you were in full-blown heated mode wanting nothing more than for your husband to take you in the house, rip your dress off, and fuck you into the sheets until you were crying from pleasure.
“Let’s get in this fucking house, now,” Joe says impatiently as his dick grew heavy and hard, as he wanted nothing more than to stick his dick deep within your walls. His mind was clouded with all the nasty things he was about to do to you, and he couldn’t wait.
You both hurriedly get out of the car and slam the doors shut, hopefully not waking up the neighbors with your eagerness. Your husband almost trips on the pavement as he’s already unbuttoning his pants. You giggle as you both walk down the walkway before you stop dead in your tracks, Joe accidentally bumping into you.
“What? What’s wrong baby?” he asks, confused as to why you stopped walking.
You say nothing as you point at a familiar poodle that was sitting comfortably on your front porch, but when she notices you, she eagerly gets to her feet, barking softly at you, and wagging her tail.
“Fefe? What are you doing here girl? Shouldn’t you be home?” you say as she barks before descending the steps and stopping next to your feet.
She barks softly, making circles around your feet before she sits down in front of you, licking your leg.
“The hell….that woman needs to keep her dog in the house instead of on other people’s property. Shoo. Go home, mutt.” Your husband says, shaking his head at the dog.
“Shh..don’t be mean. Isn’t that right girl? Maybe she got lo-“ you say as you bend down to pet her but you notice something red smeared on your leg from where she licked you.
You look at your leg before looking closely at her mouth and teeth. She had a slight red tint to the fur surrounding her mouth.
“Here….open your mouth Fefe….” You say as she obeys, licking your hand and the red substance smears onto your hand again.
“What the hell did you get into girl?” you ask as she whines, rubbing her head against you.
“Awww maybe I should walk you home. This is so unusual though. Miss Williamson never lets you out of her sight.” You say as you stand back to your feet, petting the poodle on top of her head.
“Babe. She’ll find her way back home. Let’s just go inside and finish what we were starting because this can’t wait any longer.” Joe says, pointing impatiently at his prominent boner in his dress pants.
“But I-“ he cuts you off, kissing you deeply.
“She’ll be fine. Now come on.” He says kissing along your neck as you’re overcome with desire again.
“Maybe you’re right. Come on. Go home Fefe.” You say as your husband throws you over his shoulder, gently shoving the dog aside as you both hurry inside your home.
Fefe whines again, staring up at your front door as it slams shut before deciding to go back home to her owner who was lying in a pool of blood in her basement. 
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What do you guy think happened to Miss Williamson? What's Joe hiding from Y/n? Will she ever find out the truth about the man she married? Stay tuned..........
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Thousand Times I've Fallen
I had an image. I ran with it. I just love the mundane, simple moments between people. The aftermath kinda stuff.
Drabble, fluffy, mushy goodness for you.
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He turns his head as the sheets rustle next to him. His heart is still pounding and his skin is still hot and sticky. He watches her shake her hair back, her hand patting around the sheets, then the bedside table looking for a hair tie. He reaches out, his fingers just whispering over her back for a second before she stands obvious to his almost touch.
Her legs wobble slightly as she walks away, heading to the bathroom. He can’t help but smirk at this and the fact that she still has one stocking on. Well, the remains of one anyway - the back of it has laddered although he can’t recall how. He’s not even sure where the other is. He gazes around the rest of the room, taking in the destruction.
Their belongings are littered over the floor, all hard surfaces completely cleared by his hand as he’d carried her, still inside her from desk to table to chest of drawers. He can still hear her soft moans in his ear, the shriek of her scream, the frantic begging, the firm slap of skin against skin.
Out of sight, the toilet flushes, followed by the sound of running water and then the faint buzz of her toothbrush. She appears and leans against the doorframe. Her hair is swept up on top of her head, the torn stocking now in her fist. She twirls it, the loose end wrapping around her hand.
“You owe me a pair,” she says after she turns away to spit.
“I’ll buy you a thousand fucking pairs,” he replies with an eyeroll and a grin.
“Every time,” she grumbles, but the words carry no harsh feelings. “I’ll stop wearing them.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, watching her body shiver. He ignores the way his dick twitches and instead heaves himself out of the bed.
She steps back into the bathroom as he scours the floor for his boxers, scraping a hand over his head to push his hair back.
Her hands ghost over his back, her mouth soft between his shoulder blades. Her arms slide around his waist, her body pressed against his and he’s disappointed to feel soft material between her skin and his.
She pulls him back to the bed, seating him on the edge as she kneels behind him. His eyes flutter closed as he feels her fingers gently comb through his hair. Slowly, she gathers it in her fist, twisting the length around and around into a tight knot that she fastens with a hair tie. The tips of her fingers brush down the back of his neck and he lets out a low groan.
She giggles in response and he tips his head back to rest on her chest. Her fingers glide over his forehead and down his nose, across his lips before grazing over his beard. His eyes flicker open and they hold each other’s gaze for a silent breath.
Her hands slide over his shoulders, across his chest and then back up. She eases his head up, breaking the gaze as she shifts back. He turns and only then does he clock that she’s swiped his hoodie, the one fresh off his TV appearance earlier.
“Suits you,” he murmurs as she slips from the bed and starts to fluff the pillows and straighten up the sheets.
“I know,” she grins.
He heads to the bathroom, his mind still elsewhere as he brushes his teeth. There’s something about seeing her in his clothes that make his heart swell - she’s probably made her way through his entire wardrobe. Dress shirts, football shirts, sweatshirts, she doesn’t discriminate. Her only requirement is that they need to have been worn by him first.
He’s never asked why. But he hopes it’s the reason he thinks. He's pretty sure it is. And as he shuts off the bathroom light and heads back towards the bed, she practically confirms it.
She lets the sleeves of the hoodie hang long, so that only the tips of her fingers are visible as she pulls back the freshly aired sheets and slips into bed. As she lays back against the pillows, the neck of the hoodie naturally slides over her mouth and nose and she doesn't make any attempt to move it.
He slides into bed next to her, pulling her in his arms, wrapping himself fully around her. Her body relaxes first but his isn’t far behind. He takes a deep breath, his head filling with the faint tang of sex, her shampoo, his cologne. Her hand pulls at his, her lips on each knuckle, softer each time.
The words slip from him as easy as they did the first time he ever uttered them to her.
And her reply curls around him like a blanket, smothering him in its warmth.
Fin.
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End of Year awards
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Under His Spell
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Warnings: 18+, smut
Just a little something to get us through the day. 🫠
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Under His Spell
His long fingers weaved their way through her long, silky hair, “Oh babygirl, I love when you’re on your knees lookin’ up at me.”
She gazed up at him with adoration, her eyes filled with longing and desire. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows across his chiseled features as he stood tall above her. With a gentle touch, he tilted her chin up, their eyes locking in an intimate dance of passion and submission. She could feel his power over her, while a delicious thrill danced in her belly. She was completely under his spell.
Roman’s eyes darkened with intensity as he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, igniting a fire within her that she knew only he could quench. "You belong to me now," he whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness, “You hear me? Not him, me!”
Her breath hitched, heart hammering against her ribs, she couldn't deny the truth of his words. It had always been Roman, from the moment they were introduced to one another, she was his.
He smirked, a wicked glint flashing in his dark eyes as he gripped her wrist, pulling her to her feet. She stood before him, naked and vulnerable, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she awaited his commands. He pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body, tracing each curve and dip as he savored her warmth and the taste of her skin, as his lips found hers.
She didn't question, didn't hesitate. With Roman, there was no need. Her body responded to his touch, her every move a response to his command.The way he dominated her body and soul, the intensity with which he claimed her, it was like an addiction she couldn't resist.
He led her to the bed, pressing her back onto the soft mattress, straddling her hips and pinning her hands above her head. His eyes were ablaze with anticipation as he looked down at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Tell me," he commanded, his voice deep and gruff. "Tell me you're mine."
Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of fear and desire. She knew what he wanted to hear, and she was ready to give it to him. "I'm yours," she whispered. He lowered himself down onto her, his heavy body pressing against hers, their tongues tangling together in a passionate dance.
"Say my name," he commanded, pulling away from her kiss, his lips inches away from hers, “Need to hear it.”
She whispered his name, a prayer and a plea all at once, her eyes full of devotion and longing. He seized her lips again, consuming her in a frenzied kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her desire. He pulled away, his eyes dark with need, and began to undress, revealing his toned body, hard and sculpted from years of training and discipline.
She watched him with awe and desire, longing to touch him, to feel the power and strength of his body. He looked back at her, a smirk playing on his lips.
Biting her lip, she reached out tentatively, tracing the muscles of his chest, her fingers lingering on a tiny, faint scar near his heart. He jerked slightly at her touch, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You know this is yours," he said, his voice low and sensual as he placed her hand over his heart, covering it with his own, “Feel it beatin’ for you?”
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his.
With a swift motion, he pulled her up from the bed. She gasped in surprise, her eyes widening in anticipation. Roman led her to the full-length mirror that adorned one wall of the room, and without a word, he pushed her against it, their reflections staring back at them.
“All this-” He began to trace his fingers over her body, over her breasts, tracing every curve. "This is mine, and I'm gon’ protect it." His head dipped into the curve of her neck, placing wet, open mouth kisses along her shoulder as he twisted her nipples between his calloused fingertips. She moaned softly, her warm breath fogging the mirror. He whispered, "Do you trust me?" in a tone that made her heart flutter. Her eyes met his in the mirror, filled with trust and loyalty. "With everything."
He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Then let me show you what it truly means to be mine."
He turned her around and lifted her off the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist. She let out a surprised giggle, her heart pounding a little quicker in her chest. She groaned softly, arching her back into his touch, the sensation of his hands on her skin causing a rush of pleasure to course through her veins. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He pressed her naked body into the cold mirror, holding her with one arm as he guided himself into her body.
Her body trembling as he filled her completely, her full breasts pressed against his warm chest, the friction of his thrust heightening the sensations. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he moved within her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to process the intensity of the moment, the passion, the love, and the submission all coming together in one blissful experience.
Roman's breath was hot against her skin, his lips grazing her neck and ears as he continued to move inside her. His hand came down hard on her ass, a sharp slap that left her in shock. He growled into her ear, “Tell him it’s over. Mmm.” he groaned, moving to her mouth, dragging his teeth roughly over her bottom lip, “Tomorrow, you hear me. End it.” He spanked her again, harder this time, leaving a bright red handprint on her delicate skin. Her breath caught in her throat, her body trembling as Roman's hand slid between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circles, sending electricity coursing through her.
With each thrust, he hit her harder, spanking her until her skin was a bright shade of red. Her body screamed in pain and pleasure, her mind lost in the sensations. She could feel his grip on her ass, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving their mark, branding her for his. She moaned in agreement, her body trembling in response to his dominance. He pulled her legs around his waist tighter, pounding into her with a fury, his palm slapping her ass again and again. The pain and pleasure mingled in a way that sent her into a state of euphoria.
“He won’t ever fuck you the way I do. You know that.” He grunted, biting her ear roughly as his fingers found her clit again, rubbing it in circles, making her head fall back. She moaned in agreement, her body trembling in response to his dominance. Roman's eyes met hers, burning with intensity, as he began to thrust deeper and harder, hitting that perfect sweet spot every single time.
“Scream for me, baby," he commanded, pushing her back against the wall, "Scream his name while I take what's mine."
“What?” she gasped, surprised by his request.
“Say it, say his name,” Roman demanded through gritted teeth, “Let him know what he’s lost, let him know that you’re mine now.”
She hesitated for a moment, the thought of uttering her fiance’s name during this intimate moment with Roman causing a pang of guilt.
“His name, baby, say it now!” Roman urged, his voice rough with desire.
Her walls began to tighten around him, as Cody’s name left her lips, softly at first, until her voice grew louder, her words becoming more fervent with each gasping cry. "Cody, Cody, Cody," she chanted, her body thrusting against Roman's with every shout of his name.
Roman's blood was boiling, hearing the other man's name on her lips made him beyond furious yet knowing he'd taken the most precious thing he could away from Cody, made him even harder.
He slammed into her harder, his thrusts growing more feral with each passing second. "Cody ain't gon’ touch you again," he snarled, his voice a low growl. "He lost you, and he'll have to live with that."
Her cries grew more desperate, mingling with Roman's ragged breaths. He let out a low growl, his pace quickening, his fingers moving faster against her sensitive flesh as he rubbed her clit with a fury. He groaned, “Now say mine.”
His name echoed loudly off the walls in the plush hotel room, until it was a scream of passion and surrender. Roman's body shuddered within her, his lips devouring her neck, his teeth leaving bruises that would mark her as his. His hands wrapped around her, holding her close, binding her to him. "That's my good girl," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as she came hard, gasping for air.
As the last echoes of her scream faded, Roman lifted her off his thrusting hips, her legs wrapped around his waist, and carried her to the bed. He carefully lowered her onto the soft mattress, the coolness of the sheets a sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead before pulling back to look into her eyes. "You alright, beautiful?" he asked, his voice a stark contrast to his possessive grip on her body. She nodded, her breath still catchy, her eyes set on his. He couldn't help but smile, a triumphant, satisfied, cocky grin. "I knew you'd surrender to me," he murmured, his voice full of pride.
His hands began roaming over her sweat slicked skin, leaving no part untouched. She moaned softly, her body responding eagerly to his touch, the desire never seeming to fade. "I need you," she whispered, her eyes meeting his, filled with need and longing.
Roman's eyes darkened, the hunger in them impossible to miss. With a predatory growl, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her. He leaned over her, his breath hot on her neck, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You need me?" he asked, his eyes glinting with lust. "I'll give you what you need, baby girl." He pushed in slowly, her muscles clenching around him, her body begging for more. "That's right," he growled, thrusting deeper into her, “Take daddy's big dick like the good little slut you are.”
With each thrust, she moaned in pleasure, her back arching, nails digging into the sheets. She whispered his name, her voice a husky plea for more. He pulled out almost completely, before he thrust back in with a rough motion, slamming into her already aching pussy. She cried out, her head falling forward. With a firm grip on her long hair, he twisted it around his fist, yanking her head back up, "This what you need, ain’t it?" he asked, his voice low and intense. "You need me to take you like this, claim you- own you."
She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and desire. "Yessss," her body trembled beneath him, "Yes, yes," she cried out, her body begging for more. “Please.”
His grip on her hair tightened, his thrusts growing harder and faster. She felt his teeth graze her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He was taking her, claiming her, branding her with every thrust.
She knew she should be feeling guilty, but all she could feel was the rush of desire coursing through her veins and his thick dick buried deep inside her. This man could make her feel alive in ways she never imagined possible.
Roman was lost in a world created by her body, by her moans, her gasps, her cries. Each one of them was a command, a plea, a promise, and he was more than willing to fulfill them all.
He increased his pace, his body slamming into her, his heart pounding out of control. With each deep thrust, she cried out his name, her body tightening around him, as if trying to capture him, to keep him forever. And he, in turn, growled at the sensation, his body responding to the intensity of her orgasm, his mind lost in the haze of desire.
Roman pulled back, his throbbing dick still inside her, grabbing her chin, he turned her face toward him and looked into her eyes; they were dark, the color of smoke, a storm of emotions that mirrored his own. He could see the raw hunger in her gaze, the need she had for him. He leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart, and whispered, “This pussy was made for me.” He pulled out, turning her over onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Licking his lips, looking at her wantonly spread before him, her pussy swollen, glistening with desire.
He licked along the length of her slit, from her ass to her clit, tasting the sweetness and salty tang of their juices, of their savage passion. He thrust his tongue deep within her, his fingers splayed on her thighs, holding her wide open for him. She cried out, her body bucking beneath his ministrations.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, looking up at her with eyes filled with desire, with hunger. “Pussy so sweet.”
As he entered her once more, the intensity of the moment overwhelmed them both. Their bodies moved together, each thrust a testament to the passion that had consumed them. Her screams echoed through the room, a symphony of desire and pleasure.
Roman's eyes locked onto hers, her face contorted with pleasure and pain, eyebrows knitted tightly together: she was his, and he would never let her go. He thrust harder, deeper, his teeth sunk into her calf that was resting on his shoulders, leaving their mark. Her walls tightened around him, and he knew she was close.
"Say my name," he demanded, his voice ragged with desire.
"Roman," she cried out, her voice hoarse with passion. "Fuck, Roman, fuck me."
He thrust into her one final time, his release washing over him. He held her close, their bodies still connected, "No one else touches you," he warned. "Not Cody, not anyone. Ever!"
But as they lay entwined in each other's arms, catching their breath, the realization hung thick in the air between them. She would soon walk out of his posh hotel room and return back to her fiance’s embrace. Only to return again for their next rendezvous, like pieces on a chessboard maneuvering towards each other in Roman's little game.
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