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touyota · 3 years

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Catfish

☁ Summary: Tomura is hopeless when it comes to relationships, and soon that’s all subject to change. With the power of Tinder, Touya and one oblivious chick on his side, who knows what can happen.

A/N: omgggg, i’ve lurked on my priv for the past year and finally decided to stop being a narc and post something. i haven’t written in forever and it shows lmao, but uh yeah pls give me feedback if you’d like. (also idk if this has been. done before, but sorryyy if it has)

☁ Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader

☁ Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, manipulation, dumbfication (if you squint), slapping, yandere, catfishing

"Fuck I'm horny."

Tomura groaned into his pillow, conflicted with whether he should be agitated or turned on. Due to his third nap of the day being interrupted by the excessive lewd noises coming from the shared living room. Tomura's roommate, Touya, had no real understanding of boundaries and was often more bothersome than helpful. Still, without his portion of the rent, he'd be on the streets struggling to find an apartment within his meager budget.

"Keep fucking me, Touya-san!" The plea echoed through the thin walls of the shoddy apartment. At least someone was getting laid. The last time Tomura had gotten lucky was at an impromptu Halloween party thrown by Touya at the apartment.

He went as Jason Vorhees using a dingy hockey mask he found in Touya's closet. The poor girl in question, who came dressed as an angel, was drunk out of her mind. She clung to Tomura's scrawny body incoherently, slurring about "How hot it would be to fuck a murderer." The fling hadn't lasted long before the young lady in question toppled over the side of his bed and hurled her entire cup of jungle juice onto the floor. Poor Tomura had to spend his night nursing her head over the toilet. Making a mental note to tell Touya that he couldn't invite any freshmen to their parties ever again.

Tomura ended up seeing her again in passing on campus, giving a small smile as she walked by. Only to be met with an eye roll as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. Fucking bitch... Other than that, Tomura had found himself too busy writing code, playing video games, and browsing Reddit to dedicate any time to dating. The polar opposite of his roomie Touya-san, a communications major whose schedule consisted of dating? If you considered fucking the same chick for a week before ghosting her dating, sleeping, and eating and drinking Tomura out of a house and home.

"You ready for my load? You're my little cum dump, right? Say you're my cum du-"

Speaking of fucking, Tomura's hard-on was starting to hurt, and what better way to relieve himself than to beat off to the action in the adjacent room.

He started to palm himself over his sweats, erection already beginning to poke through. Figuring that he's teased himself enough, he lowered his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach, throbbing and angry. He slowly stroked himself, gathering the pre-cum spouting from the tip, and used it to lube the rest of his cock.

"Pleaseee fuck! I'm your little cum dump! I swear Touya!"

Tomura started to stroke his cock faster, leaving a squelching noise with each stroke. He was barely managing to suppress his moans. Knowing how Touya wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he got caught fucking his hand to the sounds of their subtle lovemaking.

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming!" Touya grunted, giving out after his final stroke.

Tomura followed suit, flicking his wrist with each stroke. As his orgasm finally took hold of him, biting into his shirt to stifle his moan as he came all over his fist.

"Are you fucking serious, Touya?"

"What?"

"I didn't get to cum?"

"Um… I'm sure you can take care of that when you get home."

"You're such a piece of sh-"

Tomura tuned out the rest of his roommate's performance. Really hoping he'd wrap it up cause he really needed to take a piss and couldn't make it to the bathroom without passing through the living room.

After hearing a respectable amount of silence, he figured it was safe to leave the room. Of course, he was wrong; he was met with a staredown between Touya and a petite blonde woman.

"I'm sure your roommate Tenko wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that."

"It's Tomura," he muttered.

"Same fucking thing, my point still stands," The mystery woman huffed. There was a pregnant pause before Touya doubled over in laughter, clutching his chest.

"You think this cuck knows how to take care of a lady? Yeah, it's time to go, Tara."

"It's Toga, you shit stai-"her statement was abruptly interrupted, the door slamming in her face. Touya's back slid down against the door as he sat facing Tomura.

"Chicks? Am I right?" Touya sighed, peering over at Tomura, who had just left the bathroom. "Speaking of chicks, when's the last time you had sex, Shiggy?"

"It's been... a while." Tomura shrugged, not wanting to indulge his roommate with the details of his sex life.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Let's make you a Tinder." Touya proudly announced, excited at the prospect of playing matchmaker for his roommate. Tomura reluctantly gave in, knowing once Touya was set on something, it was bound to happen one way or another.

Two blunts later, Tomura and Touya were strewn over the couch, mulling over his profile's final details. It consisted of three pics, one from the Halloween party, another from their most recent function. The last pic is a selfie of him in a black hoodie with sunglasses on. The icing on top is the bio that unironically stated, "Freak in the sheets, gamer in the streets."

"You're gonna be a real pussy magnet shiggy. Just wait, you'll have to fight the chicks off with a stick after they see this." Touya chuckled as he took another puff of the blunt.

"Go to hell and stop hogging; you didn't put shit in on this anyways," Tomura muttered as he snatched the blunt away to take a pull. Maybe he would find some success, he entertained the concept of having a consistent fuck buddy, but sometimes he was lonely and just wanted someone to lay up with. He wanted to be optimistic about something for once, taking his final pull and ashing the blunt out. The smoky haze and intoxicating scent lulling him to sleep.

Fuck optimism, Tomura thought. It had been three days with zero matches or messages, and he was starting to think there had to be a glitch in the system. The only time he had seen a match is when he accidentally swiped on Midnight's profile, a famous Only fans content creator who specialized in BDSM. The same Midnight that he happened to be a top donor for and occasionally bought panties from, but that's beside the point. The profile was poorly made with blurry, uncropped pics taken straight from her social media profiles. The lack of detail and legitimacy was apparent. Tomura felt terrible for the poor soul who probably fell for it, but it made him think…

Why not see how different the response would be if he ran a profile under someone else's guise. Someone more attractive, someone more affluent, and someone more famous. This was simply a social experiment; no harm would come from it of course. He would simply ghost anyone who wanted to meet, keeping all interactions virtual. Now who could he possibly pretend to be. without getting caught. Tomura's eyes finally settled on an Axe ad playing on tv featuring male model Keigo Takami. Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome would definitely attract the feminine masses.

Ding ding ding, it was like a bell went off in his head; he had found his new look. He started to scour the internet for any pictures of Hawks that weren't already posted to his socials and be sure to crop any evidence out. A few hours later, Tomura gazed over his final product. He thought it seemed too good to be true; he was sure that anyone with a working brain would know the profile was clearly a catfish. It was too clean, too pristine, and too perfect, but Tomura was tired of the profile's nit-picking details and saved his last changes. It was starting to get dark, and he had to begin his Comp Sci homework soon so he'd have time to play zombies on Call of Duty later.

Tomura woke to a multitude of buzzes notifying him of the several hundred matches he'd accumulated overnight on his Hawks profile. Apparently, no one had a working brain within the 15-mile radius. The messages were filled with tons of chicks he had seen on campus or in class. He even recognized the one from the Halloween party. He spent his morning smoke break, siphoning through the various contenders.

Too tall.

Too blonde.

Too ugly.

Until...

He finally stopped scrolling when he reached your profile; he had seen you before in his Major classes. You were a somewhat modest girl, always working to be an overachiever and teacher's pet. You hadn't spoken to him before, only forcing a smile when Tomura was caught staring at you in class. You were talented, beautiful, quiet, and you hadn't encountered Touya yet. You were everything he had wanted, and more. He started to type a message awaiting your response.

Keigo: "What's keeping you up this late, love ;)"

Tomura thought to keep it casual enough to fit his suave persona.

Y/N: "lol, just sum late night studying keeping me up."

Y/N: "won't lie im very nervous to texting you rn, i'm a big fan

Keigo: "it's gud knowing i have fans as cute as you ;p"

The conversation seemed to flow from there between you two, texting for almost two weeks strong. Tomura had learned so much about you in a short time, your favorite foods, your favorite color, favorite music, and your dislikes as well. Touya often came by his room to check in on Operation: Get Shiggy Some Pussy, only to be met with a "Fuck off," and yet another door slammed in his face.

You gushed over how lucky you were to be texting the one and only Keigo Takami. Of course, you were skeptical at first, but what kind of fucked up person would take the time to pretend to be another person? The conversation between you two was great and always kept you on your toes. Still, sometimes days would pass before you received a response; you chalked it to the fact that he was always busy as a celebrity and didn't always have time to respond to you.

You were currently lying in bed and unable to fall asleep; you peered at your phone to see that it was 2:05 am. You let out a sigh, preparing to stare at your ceiling until you finally fell asleep, only to be interrupted by a chime from your phone. It was a message from Keigo.

Keigo: you up? ;(

You instantly typed a response, scared that you had done something wrong.

Y/N: yup, what's wrong…?

Keigo: i'm so fucking hard rn baby ;(((

Oh shit, you hadn't prepared yourself for that response; maybe he injured himself at work or-

Keigo: you still there babe? send a pic ;p

You definitely hadn't prepared for that, but who were you to deny him. Keigo could've asked anyone else in the world, but he asked you. Not wanting to leave him waiting, you quickly shucked your shirt off and used your arm to push up your breasts, giving an illusion of the perfect push up bra. You promptly took several pics, taking the time to edit and select the ideal filters to complement your skin tone.

Y/N: 1 image sent

A bubble indicating him typing popped up instantly

Keigo: 3 images sent

Keigo: fuckkkk babe, ur such a tease

You opened the pics, feeling your panties dampen slightly. It was a cock, well Keigo's cock, fat and engorged, leaking pre-cum against his toned belly. He was mostly well-groomed, but a prominent white tuft of hair appears in the picture, making you wonder if Keigo was actually a natural blonde.

Keigo: 1 video sent

let me see that pretty pussy baby,

It was a video of Keigo languidly stroking his cock, how romantic. It was only right for a gorgeous man like Keigo to have a pretty cock to match. What he lacked in girth was definitely made up for in length, complemented with a slight curve that could definitely reach that itch that none of your toys could scratch. By now, you had ditched your panties and started to slowly start to fuck yourself open with one finger at a time. You started recording and angled the phone against your pillow, trying to capture you desperately fucking yourself on your fingers, letting out a small whimper with each thrust.

Y/N: 1 video sent

You began to fuck yourself vigorously, dragging the accumulated slick over your clit with slow, circular strokes. You felt your orgasm on the brink, growing more restless and desperate, humping reverently at your fingers, whimpering desperately; you were so close...There was a sudden surge of fluid from your core, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you kept carefully fucked yourself through your climax. The post-orgasm bliss lulling you to sleep, your eyes had finally fluttered shut, only to be awakened by another chime.

Keigo: 1 image sent

look @ all that cum baby, its all for you ;)

Y/N: when can we meet? my fingers can only work for so long :p

Read: 2:53 am

Aw man, maybe he fell asleep. You were definitely fighting sleep at this point as well, finally closing your eyes, satisfied for the night.

Tomura struggled to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach. That was the third time this month you'd ask about a meeting, and it was frankly starting to piss him off. He'd have to come up with something fast if he wanted to keep you around. Even though he didn't have much of a moral compass left in his body, the feeling of guilt was hard to ignore. You didn't deserve to be roped into his fucked up social experiment…

A yawn interrupted Tomura's guilty thoughts. He could continue to feel guilty when he wakes up tomorrow.

The following week your prayers had been answered, Keigo finally agreed to meet! It had been such a bittersweet feeling. What if he thought you looked nothing like your profile pictures? Would he reject you and run the other way, screaming? You tried to push your doubtful feelings down by distracting yourself with running errands. Finding the perfect outfit to wear, getting every inch of your body waxed, and picking up a lacy red lingerie set.

Upon getting back to your apartment, you found a red bouquet of roses on the doormat. They were clearly store-bought and not of excellent quality… but it's the thought that counts!

Lots of celebrities were frugal, and of course, Keigo was no different. After further inspection, a small white card with an address and time. You searched the address finding a mid-grade hotel on the outskirts of the city. Keigo was definitely a (cheap) frugal man dedicated to his discretion. Soon realizing that the time on the card was approaching, you quickly ran to shower and primp yourself for the evening. Not even thinking to question how he found your address in the first place...

You had finally arrived at the sketchy hotel, noting that there were little to no cars in the parking lot and noting that none of them looked like they belonged to Keigo. You wandered through the lobby until you finally reached the elevator, tapping the button for the 5th floor. You tried to shake off your pre-meeting jitters, you already knew everything would be fine, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong...

Those intrusive thoughts were soon interrupted by the chime that indicated you had reached your floor. You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator, pacing yourself as you walked to your destination.

Room 555

How fitting, you thought. Your knuckles rasped against the door several times.

"Come in." A voice sounded through the door.

You peeked your head around the door before taking a step in the room, not being able to locate the owner of the voice. You gasped after taking the appearance of the room. The room had rose petals haphazardly strewn across the floor. Candles flickered on the dresser, a bubble bath was run in the bathroom, and to top it off, a too cheap bottle of champagne on ice.

There was clearly an effort made, which made your heart swoon, hoping to put a real face to the man you've been speaking to for the past few months, you said out into the empty room.

"Keigo, I like what you've done with the place. You can come out now," you giggled.

"I'm glad you got the flowers," a raspy voice responded.

.......Huh?

Your joy instantly crushed, having heard Keigo's voice multiple times in the interviews you've seen, it sounded nothing like that. Unless he'd suddenly started chain-smoking within the past few months. A loud alarm started going off in your head. It was definitely time to go.

You twirled on your heels and reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by a hand gripping your upper arm.

"Leaving so soon? The bathwater is still warm…" The mystery voice informed.

"Oh… I think I have the wrong room, so sorry about that." You squeaked, attempting to reach the door again only to be dragged into a bony chest.

Your chin was tilted, forcing you to meet eyes with "Keigo." Who was actually a porcelain-skinned tower of a man with shaggy white hair that had an oddly familiar look to him?

"Let me go! You're not Keigo!" You screamed, hoping to alert any other guests on the floor.

"Fucking took you long enough. I thought you were smarter than those other bitches on campus. Tomura balked, struggling to keep you still in his grasp.

Campus. That's where you recognized the face and voice of your captor, you were both in the same Comp Sci class, and you'd often caught him staring as you worked, chalking it up to you having something on your face or in your teeth. The realization caused tears to spurt from your eyes.

"Poor baby, didn't mommy and daddy teach you to not speak to strangers on the internet?"

"I-I thought y-you were K-Keigo," you gasped, struggling to control your sobs.

"Well, I'm not. Get over it." Tomura slurred, placing sloppy kisses over your collar bone, slowly backing you towards the bed.

You couldn't bring yourself to move or fight anymore, body stiff with fear. Your sobs increase in volume after feeling your legs make contact with the edge of the bed. You didn't know this man from a can of paint, and here he is about to assault you.

"Stop crying before I leak those sexy little videos you shared with "Keigo." Imagine if everyone in the class knew how much of an easy slut you are?" Tomura hissed, shoving you unto the stiff mattress, springs squeaking as you bounced.

You cradled your mouth, struggling to stifle your sobs. Why hadn't you recognized the signs sooner? You spent so much time looking at the situation through rose-colored lenses that you had utterly neglected your safety. But it wasn't the time to feign sympathy for yourself. You needed to take action, and soon—the shaggy haired stranger dragging your motionless body towards the end of the headboard.

"Wait!" You gasped, hoping that you could possibly reason with your captor.

"What's your name?

This was your final chance to escape. You suddenly kicked forward, aiming for his face, failing miserably as it was blocked. Both legs were then shoved into a mating press, granting Tomura the space to press himself even closer to you.

A groan left Tomura's mouth, frotting against your clothed mound, smothering your neck with sloppy saliva drenched kisses. You cowered at the feeling, curling away from his advances. The dry humping continued until a final groan of desperation was released. He was too grown for this shit and didn't feel like going home with stained boxers when your sweet heat was right in front of him.

The red bodycon dress you decided on was shredded down the middle, leaving you in your lingerie set. You added that to the list of things you were already regretting, moving to cover yourself the best you could. Your efforts to preserve the crumb of modesty you had left were futile, both hands knocked out of the way.

"You don't have to hide princess, I think Christmas came early.” “You're wrapped so pretty, baby." He chuckled, moving to fondle your breasts. Taking the time to pinch and pull at both nipples, drawing small hesitant gasps.

"I'll play with these more later. You don't know how long I've waited to play with that cute little pussy in person." You felt your panties tugged to the side, embarrassed with the amount of arousal accumulated below. The feeling was soon replaced with horror after feeling the tip of his cock dragged between your slit.

Tomura used the residual slick to grease his cock, bypassing the need to stretch you out. He pressed forward, forcing himself inside, pausing to catch his breath. Damn... it's been a long time.

You yelped in pain, closing your eyes in hopes of blocking out the situation at hand. You felt him start to pick up his pace, causing small tinges of pain to course through your body.

"Mmmm, open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you." He gasped, realizing you hadn't complied yet, he landed a firm slap on your cheek. "Not only are you dumb, but you're also deaf too… open. SMACK your. SMACK fucking. SMACK eyes."

Your eyes shot open, brimming with tears, finding yourself face to face with your captor. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, dainty white lashes framing the lids, traces of dry patches on his face. He wasn't ugly. You'd honestly give him a chance if he asked you out like a decent human being.

His pace had gained traction, hips crashing against yours. You found yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, discreetly fucking yourself against him. You wanted to protest and resist against him, but with your inhibitions lowered, you found it hard to comply. Each thrust pulling you further into the abyss that was your impending orgasm. Your lust-filled thoughts being interrupted by the stranger's incoherent mumbling.

"Tomura."

"Huh?" you whimpered, not fully understanding what he said.

"My name is Tomura."

"Okay and mine i-"

"Shut up and say my name." Tomura's thrusts were sporadic, signaling his impending climax. "Beg me to cum…... please."

You barely registered the final demand, not recognizing the soft tone of his voice.

"T-tomura, p-please let me cum!" you begged, right on edge needing something, anything to push you over.

Two nimble, callused fingers drew delicate circles over your clit, forcing you to writhe and sob as your orgasm coursed through your body. The feeling that followed was one of warmth as Tomura came, slowing his thrusts until he collapsed, encasing you in his arms.

Your eyes fluttered shut with your post-orgasm haze lulling you to sleep until a wet, sticky substance trickled along your inner thigh...

What the fuck....

You nearly launched yourself from the bed, fighting to separate yourself from your captor's arms.

"What is wrong with you?"

"You didn't use a condom," you wailed, tears perched at the corner of your eyes. You didn't have the time for a child, you were doing great in classes, your parents would reject you, you'd be stuck playing house with some stranger and-

"Stop muttering. You're fucking up my nap. I'll buy a Plan B when I wake up." Tomura mumbled into the pillow, dragging you back into his chest.

You continued to fight his grasp, pausing after feeling a firm pinch to your side. Fighting was futile at this point, and you couldn't fully assess the situation until you had some decent sleep.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds wouldn't hurt…right?

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princessniquane · 5 years

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A Smirk And A Flirtatious Eyes Roman Reigns/Reader

It’s been six months since these Shield guys came onto the scene. It was shocking for all of us. They came from NXT formerly known as FCW. Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, and the most dare I say, b.e.a.-utiful man Roman Reigns.

These three guys have been wrecking havoc backstage. Beating down just about every superstar in the back. It was kind of unsafe for all employees. But I have to give it them they are dominating this industry.

Just like everybody else I try to stay clear of them. And for the most part I do but there are times when we cross paths. I don't make eye contact just look down and walk away as fast as I can.

I watched backstage as they went after Sheamus. Poor guy. I look to my side as Dolph walked up to me. He had a match coming up against Mark Henry.

"Promise me you will be careful. I know they already attacked Sheamus but that doesn’t mean they won’t attack again," I tell him.

"I know and I will. I promise. But you got to promise me to stay clear of them too. Especially with what you working with tonight," he teases.

I was wearing camouflage jeans and a hot pink shirt with my long black hair straight out and black combat boots. It was nothing special, just an outfit. Unlike the other women I don't care about designer clothes and shoes. As long as I'm comfortable I'm good.

"Nothing special," I shrug.

We talk a bit as I walk him to the gorilla for his match. The guy gives Dolph his cue as his music plays.

"Wish me luck."

I roll my eyes but kiss him on the cheek anyway. I go to walk backstage to find Summer to pass the time and hoping that I don't run into The Shield. But with my luck these days I don't see that happening. I get a text from Summer saying she's in catering as I round the corner.

I bump into a wall and fall on my ass. Well at least I think it was. I'm pretty sure that I didn't walk into a wall. I look up when I hear snickering. Ryback.

"Well well. Look who it is. Are you lost LITTLE girl? He he," Ryback laughs and starts towards me.

I lift myself up to tell him to fuck off but before I could get anything out he gets attacked. I push myself up against the wall stuck in place as The Shield lay a three on one beat down on him.

After they triple powerbomb Ryback through a table they turn to me. Rollins looks me up and down but quickly walks away. Ambrose has a smirk on his face as always and it sends chills down my spine.

The last to leave is Reigns. He looks me up and down slowly as if he's undressing me with his eyes. When he finally looks at me there's a smirk with flirtatious eyes baring right into me. I feel a wetness between my legs as we stare at each other.

Then suddenly Dolph appears in front of me as to protect me from the Juggernaut. Roman scoffs at him and walks away.

"You ok? Did they do something to you? What happened?"

"Dolph calm down. I'm fine ok," I tell him.

"Calm down! You want me to calm down after-. Why does Ryback look like he went through a table?" Dolph asks. Ryback is slowly getting up.

"He deserved it. If you would just listen to me and let me explain."

"Explain what exactly? That The Shield put Ryback through a table. I can pretty much gather that since they are the only people beaten superstars down," Dolph says.

"They SAVED me from Ryback!" I grab his shoulders to explain.

"What?"

"They saved me from Ryback. I was going to meet Summer in catering when I accidentally bumped into him. He tried to intimidate me but The Shield attacked him before he could do anything," I explain to him and he calms down a little.

He sighs. "Come on let me take you to catering to Summer so I can shower."

We walk in silence. He doesn't greet Summer just tells her to keep an eye out for me. Seriously I get that they are dangerous but I can protect myself. I tell Summer all what she missed while having a quick bite to eat. Later after the show ends and everybody is making their way to the hotel, Dolph won’t talk to me.

Like come on what is he so mad about? He just gives me one word answers or shrug his shoulders. Fine whatever. As we get in line in the lobby I can’t help but think about the way Reigns was looking at me. I really need to stop thinking about this guy and forget about him.

Even though I usually share a room with Dolph or Summer. I don't want to deal with Dolph's attitude tonight. I ask the lady who my roomie was going to be. She looks it up.

"Um a Roman Reigns."

When she says that name I freeze.

"Right. Can I get a different room? I know the company already paid for a room but ill pay for this myself. He has a girlfriend and I really don't want any drama to happen. So...do you think you could give me another room?" I frantically ask.

Of course I didn't even know if he did have a girlfriend. I don't even know one thing about him except that he is apart of The Shield.

"I'm so sorry but we're all booked."

"Um...ok. Thanks."

I go to Summer who was waiting for me unlike Dolph who already left to his room and explain who I'm rooming with. She scoffs at me and tell me teasingly how lucky I am.

We are on different floors, her on the third and me on the fourth, so we part all too soon. I finally get to my room and its dark. Well I guess that means he hasn't gotten here yet. I take my shoes off and head to the bedroom.

There's only one bed. Fuck. Then the shower running registers in my mind. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Wait I shouldn't be saying fuck when Roman Fucking Reigns is naked, dripping wet in my shower.

I try and shake the naughty thoughts in my head and grab my things for bed since I showered earlier and wasn't needed in the ring. I was so in my thoughts that I didn't hear the shower turn off.

I instinctively look behind me just to see a hot sexy wet dripping adonis standing in the doorway of the bathroom. I looked him up and down from the towel to the abs to the chiseled chest with the tattoo on the right pectoral to his gray eyes. Oh shit! I look away.

"Well well well. Isn't this a surprise. Don't worry I won't bite, unless you want me to." I can just hear the smirk on his face. Cocky bastard.

"This is going to be a fun night. I can tell. Can’t you? I mean you've already started stripping for me. How bout you give me a show babygirl?"

I scrunched my face up confused until I looked down. I only had my tshirt on and my black short shorts in my hands. I quickly bend over to put it on. He chuckles.

"Babygirl there's no need to cover up from me," he walks up behind me.

He puts his hands on my hips. I'm still bent over slightly so I can feel the heat radiating off his body. When he grinds his sex against my backside is when I realized he is no longer wearing the towel.

He pushes back and forth against me making me even more wet. I know he can feel it to because there's only one thing that is separating us is my panties. He grinds harder grunting and I push back moaning.

"You like that baby? Huh?" I nod my head. "You want my cock?" I nod again. "You want my big fat cock to fill that pussy of yours don't you babygirl. I want you to beg for it."

Fuck this feels so good. I can feel just how big he is and I just need for him to take me. I don't beg but the way he is going I may have to make an exception. Just this once. But wait...

"What about your girlfriend?"

"Ever since I got in the WWE we've been separated. So don't worry about that because I'm sure not," he stops his movements. "You're wearing to many clothes."

He takes my shirt off and lay me on my back and hover over me. He kisses me hungrily as he palms my wet heat. I moan his name.

"Beg for me." He slips his hand in my panties and rub my clit.

"I don't beg."

He chuckles. "We'll see."

Roman takes my bra and panties off and spread my legs as he gets in between. He thrusts two fingers in slowly while sucking and tugging on my nipples. I arch up into the sensation he gives me.

When he switches to the other nipple he pushes a third finger inside my pussy at a fast pace. I was moaning and grinding against him. I can feel the precum from him on my thigh as he breathes in my neck.

"Beg!"

"No," I say as i shake my head side to side.

"Do it!" He goes to an extreme slow pace as I clench close to orgasm.

"Fuck! Yes! Please Roman...I want your cock so bad! I need it so much! I need you fat cock to pound my pussy hard! Roman please!" I finally beg needing more of that feeling.

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a bruising kiss as he removes his fingers. He licks them clean then start to leaves kisses and bites as he goes down my body spreading my legs. Roman sucks on my clit then nips at my right thigh then left and back to sucking my clit.

"Please," I whisper.

Roman wastes no time and dives into my heat. Licking, sucking, and biting at my core while my hands are in his hair and gripping the sheets moaning. The heat builds up to fast and quickly and before I realized I let go screaming Roman's name. He takes every thing that i give him.

Our neighbor bangs on the wall telling us to be quiet.

As I catch my breath he circles my clit with his tongue. I whimper. He kisses back up my body and to my lips. He slowly pushes his length inside me as he continues to kiss me. I arch up as he slides home and let out drawn out moan.

Roman wraps my legs around him as he thrusts deeply. He moans in my ear and it is the sexiest thing ever. I don’t think I can get more turned on then I already am. This feels way to good.

He sits me up with him with me in his lap thrusting fast. I have my arms around his neck and shoulders scratching and running my fingers through his hair. I pull him in for a kiss as I grind hard on him making him groan.

He surprises me with a slap to my ass. I moan.

"You like that?" He does it again. "Huh? You like it when I spank this fat ass?" He hits the other cheek.

All I could do is moan every time he gives it a smack. He pulls out and gets me on my side and goes behind me thrusting back inside. I tangle my leg with his as he bites and licks at my neck while he pounds into my heat.

His grunts and moans in my ear felt so erotic as he grabs, touches, pinches, and rubs anywhere he can. Roman rubs my clit at a fast pace. I bulk up to his fingers while grabbing onto his arm.

Roman bites down on my neck extremely hard on one thrust. He pulls out again and forces me on my hands and knees. He fucks me harder and goes deeper penetrating my g spot everytime. He pins my hands down and lifts my bottom upwards.

"Aaah! Yes...oh fuck. Just like that baby. You feel so good," he moans. "Almost there. Almost there...shit."

The only sounds in the room were our moans, obscenities, and skin smacking skin. Roman then starts back giving each cheek a smack. I moan in bliss as he doesn't stop fucking me from behind. It is way too much for me that I'm on the brink of-.

"Oh shit! Fuck Roman...." I scream out as my orgasm hits me hard.

"Aaaaah fuck! Babygirl...fuck!" He cries out as he cums.

He pulls out when he catches his breath. He then wraps his arm around me pulling me close. I snuggle up to him and feel the bite on both sides of my neck. Well that's gonna be hard to cover up.

"Don't bite much my ass."

He looks down at me and I show him the marks on my neck and shoulders. He just chuckles.

"And you loved every single second of it," he kisses me on the head.

#roman reigns #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fanfic

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Daddy’s Boy Chapter 2 {biadore} -imafuckinglibra

Hey you beautiful bitches, remember how I said I was projecting onto Danny in this fic a lot? Yeah…that happens this chapter so heads up hurt Danny and a lot of self hate but Roy coming to the rescue. Also I haven’t slept in 48 hours and I’m currently cuddling a cat so I’m sorry for spelling errors as usual. Next chapter is some good old smut and then some domestic fluffy goodness. K bye

Danny ran up the stairs to Willam’s bathroom yanking the packer out of his pants throwing it roughly against the tiles. “Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!” He yelled, uncontrollably sobbing and punching the walls, seeing blood on his knuckles but not stopping. He felt someone warm embrace him from behind, pulling him back and holding his arms down. Danny didn’t bother to check who it was, just folding over crying to the point where he couldn’t breathe.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I got you.” Roy whispered soflty in his ear, trying to sooth the boy and holding him tighter. “Breathe, Danny.” He tried coaching him releasing his arms and placing a hand on his chest. “I hate myself. I hate my body. I hate being so fucked up! I hate being a fucking disgusting tranny! I’m a freak, I know you all think that!” Danny yelled between gasping for air, his tears not stopping and his body heaving. Roy turned him around as Danny fell to his knees, cupping his face in his hands. “You’re not. Sweet boy, you’re not that at all. None of us think that. Your body is so beautiful. You are so beautiful.” Roy’s words were tender and sincere as he caressed the crying boy’s face also getting down on his knees.

“I want to die.” Danny whispered dropping his head and getting his breath back. “Never think that way.” Roy pulled his face up to his, making eye contact with the hazel eyes. “Never, ever think that. Okay? Danny, you’re so strong. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He soothed the boy, his voice as soft as he could manage. Danny leaned in, kissing Roy and surprising the man. He felt his tears stop as he pressed his lips gently against Roy’s full lips. Pulling back, his breathing still slightly broken looking up into the dark brown eyes staring at him. “Sorry, I just needed a distraction.” He whispered as Roy wiped his tears away with his thumbs. Roy leaned in kissing him again, just as soft and pulling back he let go of his face to hold Danny’s hand. The two sat there for a few minutes on the tiles, Roy holding his bruised hand, cleaning the fresh wounds on it and giving Danny a soft peck every now and then when he saw his eyes well up.

Dela came in telling them the food was ready and Roy looked at Danny asking silently if he was okay, Danny nodded as Dela left. Roy picked up the silicone packer Danny had thrown away earlier, turning it around and examining it for a while handing it back to Danny. “Looks better than some of the bitches’ dicks out there.” Danny blushed, cracking a small smile and put it back in his underwear turning away from Roy. Roy just smiled and grabbed his hand leading him back outside where everyone was gathered around the table, silently watching them when they came back out. Morgan ran up to Danny hugging him. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” “As revenge I think it’s just fair you hit him in the nuts.” Shane joked making Danny laugh a little, sitting down next to Roy and Chad. Chad leaned in giving him a side hug and asking if he’s okay. “You know we don’t care though, right?” Willam said bluntly passing him the potatoes. “We’re all men in wigs, putting on fake boobs every night for money.” Shane elbowed him in the shoulder,. “What he’s trying to say is, we don’t care because it doesn’t change who you are.“ Danny smiled feeling relieved that they all took it so well. “Is that what the needles were for? Your hormones?” Roy asked next to him letting go of his hand and pushing something into both their plates. “I forgot to take my shot last week so when a friend reminded me I wanted to do it as quickly as possible before I forgot again.” They all nodded and continued dishing up. “How long have you been doing this?” Dela asked midway through the meal. “I came out when I was 15, started T at 16.” Danny said chewing his veggie burger, by then he’d relaxed more and seeing how open and understanding the group was he didn’t mind talking about his transition. “I would’ve never clocked you though! You’re bod is hot.” Willam chimed in making Danny choke on his beer a little, blushing at the comment, his face lighting up. “Yeah, your chest is phenomenal!” Courtney added leaning over Roy to feel around his pec, making him pull away slightly at the touch. “Thanks, I had keyhole 3 years ago.” Danny lifted his arm showing the tiny incision on his chest before touching his right nipple. “This is a $10 000 nipple, it’s my favorite.” He playfully joked making the others chuckle at him and Roy shake his head. The rest of the meal was spent going back and forth between everyday nonsense and questions about his transition. He explained his name, when he had his surgery and starting testosterone in high school when Chad told them to leave him in peace apologizing for the ‘nosey children’.

Most of them were either lounging on the floaties in the pool or on the chairs, happily full and lazy after the incredible meal while a few went to clean up. Danny and Roy were helping with the dishes, Roy washing them and handing them to Danny to dry off. It was as if the events of earlier were forgotten after they all sat down like a family, the time Roy and Danny spent in the bathroom wasn’t though. Roy handed Danny the last plate, drying off his hands and putting them in his pockets. “You feeling better now or do am I going to find you in the bathroom again in an hour?” Roy teased leaning against the counter taking a sip of his wine, turning his head in the boy’s direction. “Why? Scared you’ll have to kiss me again?” Danny asked playfully putting the plate down and coming to stand next to him. Roy looked at him for a while before picking him up by the hips and putting him on the counter. “No, I wouldn’t mind kissing you again. Just know you’re a musician and need these.” He said holding up Danny’s bruised hand kissing it, making him blush but wincing at the slight pain. “How do you know I’m a musician?” “You dumbass, Shane’s the musical theory teacher.” He said rolling his eyes. “So you wouldn’t mind kissing me again?” Danny asked childishly smiling at him. Roy smiled back at him, shaking his head and leaning in for a kiss. It was still as tender as before, but this time Danny threw his arms around him pulling him in deeper as their kissing got more intense.

“Goddammit, will I need to clean jizz of my counters? Not cool!” Willam came in scolding them. “Like you haven’t fucked every guy in California in this place you whore.” Roy snapped, as Danny giggled pulling him in closer for a hug and leaning his head against his. “Aw, someone take a picture.” Shane cooed looking at them through the open glass doors. “I got it!” Danny enthusiastically pulled out his phone turning the front camera on and snapping a shot of him and Roy together as Roy kissed his cheek. The others came back in each putting their empty glasses in the sink.

“Alright ladies, back to work we go.” Chad instructed the queens shooing them along. “C’mon, I’ll drop you off at home.” Roy lifted Danny off the counter, going to grab his keys but Danny just pouted. “Why?” “Because we need to go stick our dicks in pantyhose. Let’s go.” Roy instructed clicking his fingers in the direction of the door as the others left too. “Can’t I come watch again?” Danny asked, not ready to go home. “What if I dropped you off at your place, you get cleaned up and then you can come watch the show? Deal?” The older man sighed, looking at his watch. Danny scrunched up his face thinking it over, “Okay.” He agreed skipping past Roy out the door, Roy just face palming and shaking his head at Willam. “Where do we find these people?”

When he got home Jay was napping on the couch, the bong next to him still smelling like it had been freshly lit and Jason in his usual tiny underwear making ramen. Danny strolled over to him giving him a loving hug, sure he was an uptight asshole but he was his uptight asshole and he never shunned away from Danny’s affectionate embraces. “Do you want to go see a drag show tonight and get shit faced?” He purred as Jason turned around playing with his hair waiting for the timer to go off. “Matty will be there?” Danny tried knowing Jason couldn’t say no to seeing Matt even if he denied they were an item. “Fine, I’ll ask the others if they want to go too but leave sleeping beauty on the couch. Bitch came in here ‪at 8am‬ looking like he barely survived the apocalypse. He’s just been napping and getting high all day.” He said shaking his head at their 3rd roommate. Brian and Katya ended up having a date and Kim wanted to finish a project he had. They decided a little roomie night out might not be a bad idea and started getting ready, first trying to wake up Jay who jusy waved them away mumbling some gibberish.

Danny and Jason looked like they were dressed for a bad 90s album cover and they both loved it. He looked in the mirror at his perky ass, perfectly on display in the tight skinny jeans, sure he hated having a feminine physique but he had to admit he enjoyed having the ass. They said goodbye to a still asleep Jay and made their way hand in hand to the club, Danny’s heart fluttering at the idea of seeing Roy again.

When they got to the club Matt was still setting up and they each hugged him, Matt giving Jason a small kiss on the cheek making Danny squeal. “So cute.” Jason slapped his arm and shot Matt a scowl. “Bianca back there?” Danny asked trying to look behind the door. “Yep, getting ready with the others.” Danny nodded, winking at Jason and slipping behind the door. He walked through the dark hallway thinking back on how Roy soothed him during his freak out, nobody had ever managed to calm him so easily. Usually his friends or family knew to just leave him in a locked room breaking things, and let him get his problems out on his own time.

He saw some of the queens look up when he came in but held his finger in front of his mouth, walking over to where Bianca was sitting, concentrating on her hair and not even noticing the boy come in. “Hi.” Danny said grinning widely plopping himself down on the chair next to her. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, I’m old. You might give me a heart attack.” She said distractedly, still fixing her hair. “How old are you?” Danny asked tilting his head looking at what she’s doing in the mirror. “136.” Courtney joked coming out of the bathroom, giving Danny a hug from behind. “Fuck you cunt. How old are you?” Bianca asked looking up for a minute to see how her hair looked. “21.” Danny answered playing with some loose fabric on Bianca’s dress. “I’m 14 years older than you, do the math.” “Hi Mr Haylock.” Jason came in before Danny could respond holding a few shots, followed by Matt also holding a few. Jason sat them down on the table giving Danny one and kissing his cheek. “What the fuck faggot? Trying to get me fired?” Bianca shot Danny a look. “For the drag or you two?” Jason asked, as usual being blunt and not caring. “I give you one kiss and now we’re an us?” She asked turning to face Danny who was grinning bigger than a cheshire cat holding up 4 fingers. “Fine, 4 kisses.” He rolled his eyes. “You won’t get fired. One of our friends dated a teacher a few years ago, everyone knew, someone even caught them fucking once.” Matt stated, giving Bianca the set list for the night. Bianca sighed putting her fingers to her temples. “Fine, to not getting fired.” She cheered downing the tequilla, the others following suit.

The rest of the show they watched from the dj booth the same as Danny had the night before, this time Bianca came to stand next to him between sets putting her arm around him once or twice. Danny enjoyed the affection and the jealous looks he got every now and then while grinding with Jason when a song they liked came on. When Bianca said goodnight and they all went backstage to dedrag Danny followed her, holding her hand and going to sit down next to her, watching her become Roy again. “That’s what those 3 scars were!” Courtney suddenly shouted, taking off her dress, it finally clicking. “You did have a surgery, I was right earlier.” Danny looked down feeling embarrassed. “Yeah I had some cysts so they just removed my stuff to avoid it happening again.” He said softly his mood growing dark. “Besides they had to. If I get bottom surgery to become a real guy they need to do that first.” He felt his eyes stinging, bottom surgery was a touchy subject for him, his dysphoria growing just thinking about it. Bianca grabbed his hand, using his other one to pull his face up to hers, kissing him. “You are a real guy. My guy.” It was such a simple act, just a kiss but Danny’s mind went calm again. It was also the first time Bianca had referred to Danny as his anything even surprising herself.

Bianca got up removing the long flowy black dress she had on and going to the bathroom to untuck when Danny felt his phone vibrate. It was a text from Kim, a selfie of himself next to a dress he was working on, pages of designs and notes laying on the floor next to it. The caption reading, “Haylock is going to be the reason I kill myself.” Danny couldnt help but giggle at the text, putting his hand over his mouth and typing out a response. Roy came back, fully himself again and picking up the make up to put away. “This is what you’re doing to your students.” Danny teased showing him the photo. “Poor Mr Shin, all that for a dress I’d probably give a C- to.” Danny hit him on the shoulder. “Hey be nice to Kim! Poor guy’s working himself to the bone.” “Why do you call him Kim?” Roy asked turning away to collect his bag. “When we still shared a place all he ate was kim chi, it’s disgusting.” Jason answered coming in with Matt, holding his hand. “That shit was good, man.” Danny defended his friend grinning at the couple’s pda. “People who eat pepperoni pizza and then ass should have no say in what’s good food.” Jason teased hugging Danny. “Will you be okay or do we need to give you a ride home?” “He’ll be fine, go work on your dress too Mr Dardo.” Roy chipped in seeing Danny was looking at him for an answer. “Bye, babe. Wear protection!” Danny waved at Jason and Matt as they walked away.

“So I’m going home with you, huh?” Danny playfully asked, sticking his tongue out at Roy when they got in the car. “Taking you back to your apartment, told you I don’t fuck children.” Roy joked pulling out of the parking lot. Danny’s smile fell, he looked down. “Is it because…” His voice trailed off feeling the all too familiar situation of a guy rejecting him because he’s trans. It was a sore spot for him knowing that guys never really wanted to hook up with him or date him purely because he was born in the wrong body. “No you dumbass.” Roy grabbed his hand pulling it up to his face and giving it a kiss, “I’m taking you home, it was a joke.” Danny’s face lit up, kicking his feet and going through Roy’s itunes looking for something to play. “Why do you do drag if you’re a teacher?” Danny absent mindedly asked, still scrolling through the songs. “I got bills to pay and dogs to put through college.” he shrugged. Danny turning towards him smiling brightly at then mention of dogs. “Two, Sammy and Dede. You’ll like Dede, she sings too.” Roy joked stopping at a light. “Is it too late to get Taco Bell?” Danny asked turning his head in the direction of the flashing sign. “Yes.” Roy asnwered but Danny pouted at him giving him his trade mark doe eyes. Roy groaned dramatically pullin up to the drive through anyway, smiling at Danny who was clapping his hands in delight.

When they got to the apartment Danny immediatly bent down eagerly greeting the small dogs who were wagging their tails happy to be receiving so much attention. “You want a chip?” Danny asked pulling one out of the bag and giving them each half. “Hey! Don’t teach them bad manners.” Roy scolded going to sit down on the couch, rubbing his eyes and leaning his head back. He sighed, groaning something about being too tired. “That’s because you’re basically ancient.” Danny said sitting down next to him, handing him his taco as he bit into his own, causing some of the contents to fall onto his lap. “Food goes in mouth, what color was the cave you were raised in?” Roy joked, putting a napkin on the boy’s lap smiling brightly as he chewed. Roy wiped some sauce off the side of Danny’s mouth, Danny taking advantage of the opportunity and biting his thumb when it came close to his lip. Roy rolled his eyes, removing his hand and biting into his own taco.

They sat there eating while Danny asked him about his life. “This isn’t 20 questions, bitch.” Roy said getting up and wiping the salt on his hand off on his pants. “I just want to get to know you.” Danny whined, burping as Roy walked away to throw away the wrappers. “Then get in my pants first.” Just as he finished his sentence and turned back around Danny jumped over the couch, pushing Roy against a wall grinning wildly. “I wasn’t fucking serious!” Roy said a bit too loud looking at Danny, getting down on his knees in front of him, licking his lips as he unbuckled the older man’s belt. “I’m screwed aren’t I?“

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