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My Boyfriend's Back, and He's Cooler Than Ever - Roman Reigns

Pairings: Roman Reigns | Female! Reader

Summary: It's the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic, you're at WWE'S empty arena called The Thunderdome. You're surprised by an unexpected return, it's your boyfriend, he's back and cooler, even badass than ever.

Warnings: Smut, Language, Angst, Fem! Receiving etc. {18+}

Word Count: 2,000+

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Awaiting to get into the WWE Thunderdome, you were greeted by WWE's security guards.

“Right this way, ma'am.” The security guard woman guided you into the entrance of the thunderdome, a temporary place WWE calls home until all this pandemic bullshit is over with. You walked in to be stunned by the size of this place, there were virtual screens going behind the arena, to where fan’s faces were shown behind a camera.

“Thank you,” You thanked the woman security guard as she left for her duty to greet other wwe guests and superstars. You had a long night ahead of yourself yet, it was only 7pm, the show didn’t officially air until 8pm eastern time. You also had so many thoughts rushing through your head, thinking you’d be the only one who can actually get to see the action in real life instead of sitting at home behind a computer screen.

“Shit, i’m this lucky because i’m Roman Reign’s girlfriend.” Chuckling to yourself, you gave out a sigh through your mask and placed yourself down on a chair. Roman was gone for approximately a year now due to his injuries, you haven’t seen him in a long time ever since he's got injured badly. You two have been texting and video chatting on and off all this time. “How lovely it would be to see him again,” stuck in your voiceless thoughts, a person came out of the corner of your eye and approached you.

“Hey there, R/N.” Drew McIntyre.

“Oh, hey Drew.” You greet back.

“What brings you here into the Thunderdome?” He asked.

“Just taking a break from reality, such as work. Work has been really dreadful. “

He pulled out a chair and sat down next to you.

“Ah. I see. I’m very sorry to hear that. I hope work gets way way more better by the time you exit this arena and go back. Trust me, work is a pain in my ass too.” Drew winked, he attempted to make you feel better, but you could hear the sarcastic tone in his voice. He was known to be a cocky wrestler, of course, he got that from his best friend Dolph Ziggler.

“Now that you say that, i’ll take your word for it. Thank you for your kind words.” You patted Drew on the head and left the room cutting off the conversation short.

“It was only a joke, R/N!” Drew boomed, covering his face into his hands with embarrassment.

You kept your focus on the main thing, enjoying yourself while the show lasted. You waited until 8 o'clock for the show to start.

The first wrestler to come out and give a promo was Shayna Baszler. Your enemy, the one you’d want to stay away from. She was currently fueding with Becky Lynch, which who you were cool with.

“Oh my god, here comes the dose of reality from the submission magician herself.” You said, rolling your eyes watching backstage as Shayna stood in the ring giving out a hard ass promo.

“Becky Lynch is nothing but a coward. She needs her title stripped off of her, when I claim i’m the baddest bitch on the planet, part of the 4 horse women of MMA, I mean business. I want the Raw Women's Champion, and when I strip her title off her pretty little waist, I’ll plant Becky and give her a hard dose of reality.” Shayna spoke into the mic, eyes fixated on the camera. She continued on and on about how bad she wanted a title opportunity, until Becky came to shut her up.

“Oh shit.” You watched as Becky brutalized Shayna with a steel chair, hitting her numerous times just for wwe officals to break them apart.

“Let them fight! let them fight!” The virtual crowd chanted, cameras panning in on Shayna and Becky being held back by wwe officials and referees. Suddenly, when you were least expecting it, your boyfriend Roman texted you. Pulling out your phone out of your pocket, you skimmed the text.

Roman: Hey baby girl, hope you're doing well.

R/N: I am, I hope the same for you.

*Roman is typing*

Roman: That’s what I like to hear. What are you doing?

R/N: Just watching Becky and Shayna battle it out for the 100th time, what about you?

Roman: Getting ready to travel back to my place, I’m tired out.

R/N: Usually you’re always tired, but I hope you have a safe travel. Stay safe baby. 💘

Roman: Thank you, baby girl. I love you.

You blushed at the text he sent you, you text back: I love you more.

You sat in the chair backstage watching all the chaos go down in the Thunderdome, you grew tired. Despite the working day shift you've had to do, you brung caffeine with you. You took a sip of coffee from your mug and set it down on the floor. Yawning, your eyes were beginning to shut. You could sleep in the chair, you could've cared less if it were comfortable or not.

“R/N?” A voice startled you, which made you jump out of your seat.

“Oh god, what time is it?” You quickly grab your phone, the time read: “10:00pm.”

“OH MY GOD! IT’S HIM! ROMAN REIGNS! WHERE THE HELL DID HE COME FROM!?” Michael Cole exclaimed, jumping right out of his seat like you did a couple of seconds ago.

A vicious spear was delivered to both The Fiend and Braun Strowman. You couldn't believe what you were seeing on one of the separate TV screens backstage was real. After all of this time missing him, you could officially say: My Boyfriend’s Back, and He’s Cooler Than Ever.

“I’m the real damn deal in this business!” Roman yelled, then looking down at The Fiend's Universal Championship. Acknowledging his title, he grabbed it off the fallen fiend’s waist and hoisted it up high with pride. He stepped on Braun’s chest with a big boot, looking deep into the camera with that one look he gave you during past sexual activities. His shirt read: “Wreck Everyone and Leave”. Damn right he did. And you believed that.

***AT THE EXIT OF THE THUNDERDOME***

“Roman!” You were greeted by your boyfriend Roman, who was walking out of the thunderdome drenched in sweat.

“Shh, they’ll see us. Come on.”

“Who will…?” You were puzzled, he took your hand and as you two ran hand in hand, he got you in his Malibu car and drove off. “Roman…? You okay? I haven't seen you in over a year—”

“I know baby girl. But there's a lot of shit going on.” He said, driving to the nearest hotel possible. You nodded, going with the flow and kept quiet on the rest of the drive there. Not questioning him on why he drove you two to a local 5-star hotel, he parked and got out of his car to get you out.

“Thank you baby, I am so happy to see you.” You smile, hands intertwined with his. Roman and you went up to a hotel room he’s already rented for the night, and turned the key to unlock the door. You followed him into the room and heard him kick the door shutnwith his foot.

“Don’t ask why I rented this hotel room.” He looked at you, then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside to reveal his biceps and 6 pack. You could tell he has been working out and trying to improve himself step by step, that’s the most you loved about him.

“Okay.” You shrugged and watched him with eye gaze, eyes pierced into his as he took steps towards you. Your heart hit through the floor when he put his hand around your throat. He looked deep into your eyes, leaning into you, he whispered:

“Just you and me tonight, baby girl.”

The world stopped spinning, like you were in another universe. Roman's fingers grazed up your shirt to reveal your bare skin. “Why so tense?” He questioned, feeling you tense up beneath his touch.

“We haven’t done this in over a year, Roman.” You said, heart still beating rapidly, watching his hands explore your structure.

“You missed this type of feeling, the feeling that makes you feel real. I know you've been waiting for this for a year. I just know it, R/N.” He pushed you onto the bed, bulge poking out into your thigh through his pants, you softly moaned when Roman tugged at your hair, pulling your head back. “Beg for me yearmuch you want me, baby girl.” He growled.

“I want you,” you whined, face now falling into the crook of the blanket. A hard slap on your ass sent shock waves through your body.

“Gotta do better than that. Tell me how much you want this cock.” He shoved his pants and boxers down, exposing his manhood into your leg. Earning a moan, you whimpered the words:

“I want your cock, more than you’ll ever know. I want the tribal chief's cock.”

“Good girl, that’s what the chief loves to hear.” He smirked, he hoisted you up like he did to that universal title and slammed you down on your back, making the mattress bounce. You looked pitiful under Roman, taking control over you. He positioned himself, and pushed himself inside of you for the first time in over a year. You threw your head back in pleasure and moaned his name. “Fuck, how tight are you?” He questioned upon the tightness of your garden, your walls starting to clench around his cock. Roman's face was so holy, so hot, you haven’t felt this good ever since you started your job.

“ROMAN!” You exclaimed, nails digging into the back of your boyfriend.

“Never been fucked like this, have you baby?” He buried his face into the crook of your neck, giving out a moan of his own, worshipping your naked body against his. He quickened the pace, slowing it down at some points just to tease you,

“Baby, fuck.” You arched your head until you were seeing stars.

“Come for your chief, baby girl. I want to hear that pretty little voice of yours get loud.” Roman bit down on your neck, leaving a love mark to mark you as his. Climaxing, he gave a low growl in your ear and finished after you. Trying to catch a breath, you look beside your boyfriend whose giving a gesture to sit on his lap. You proceed, sitting in his lap, he combed your hair with his fingers.

“Damn, I missed you.” You said, breathing heavily.

“What's wrong, baby girl? You”re saying you missed the chief's cock that much?” Roman cooed, basically laughing at you for breathing heavy.

“Not just that, I missed everything about you, Ro.” You punch him slightly in the arm, but jokingly. He looked at you, and rolled his eyes.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” He said, getting up off the bed and walked over to the separate dresser to pull out a pair of handcuffs.

“Where the fuck did you get those..?” Your eyes gone wide, hands free to where your boyfriend could grab and cuff them. Not thinking twice, you trusted him at first, but this was going to be coming with consequences.

“Oh, just from somewhere.” He smirked, walking towards the foot of the bed where you sat eyeing him and stopped in his tracks. “Put your hands behind your back.” He demanded. You nod, and did as you were told. Cuffing your hands, he pushed you on your back. Straddling you, Roman secured the hand cuffs on your wrists to make sure they were tight. “Good girl,”

“Roman…?” You gasped as he grabbed something from behind his back and poured it on you. Turned out to be cool wax. “Ah!” You moaned, squirming with your butt up. A hard slap landed on your bare butt, earning a satisfying hum from him.

“I guess you're right, R/N. your boyfriend’s back, and he’s cooler than ever.” That was one of Lana Del Rey's quotes. Who the hell does he think he is? Lana? He knew that line because you've listened to that song a dozen of times.

“Damn right.” You bit your lip, your garden dripping on the sheets as Roman sat back and watched you, leaving you wanting him.

“The chief has some business to take care of.”

“Like what? You can't leave me like this!” You were hinting to be uncuffed, but the tribal chief wasn't buying it.

“What do you think I am? Stupid? I'll never leave you at a 5 star hotel by yourself like this, baby girl.” He chuckled darkly, and grabbed you by your wrists to pull you up off the bed. “Let your chief get dressed and he’ll have to acknowledge that aching, dripping pussy of yours later. “

“What…?”

“I didn’t stutter. You heard me fine and clear.” He was fucking with you, you knew for a reason why he turned heel, because he was tired of always being the good guy. Besides, bad guys have more fun. Tisking at your naked form while he was fully dressed, “What a shame.” He shook his head, heading over to you to put you over his shoulder effortlessly.

“What if they see me like this, Roman?” You questioned.

“It’s dark out, unless I turn on the headlights and everything, then you wouldh’t have a choice now would you?” He exited the 5 star hotel with your naked body over his shoulder. Still handcuffed, you whined as he set you down in the passenger seat of his Malibu car. He pulled out of the parking lot and took you back over to his place.

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