Peggy Weyn

AN: Here is part 2!!!!! I should warn y'all tho, this is going to be absolutely filthy. Enjoy 😁😁

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We were currently in Roman’s hotel room. I was on the edge of his bed and he was standing directly in front of me with his big, tree trunk arms crossed over his chest.

He looked really good tonight, though. His hair was tied back in his signature man bun. A tight, light grey shirt adorned his upper half, and his dark blue jeans hugged his hips deliciously. I could only imagine what his ass looked like.

‘No! This is not the place or the time for that! Well, maybe the place, but definitely not the time!’ I scolded myself.

“Well, is there anything you’d like to tell me, kid?” Roman asked.

“Uh, no, Sir.” I answered lamely

“Okay, you’ve got to stop calling me that, kid. You’re making me feel old.”

“Well, then maybe you should stop calling me kid” I quickly clapped my hand over my mouth.

“Oh, so you can be fiesty, (y/n).” His deep voice rumbled, while slowly walking closer to me. I was shocked that he even knew my name. He stopped a couple inches in front of me.

I was looking everywhere but at him. He saw that I was purposely avoiding his gaze, so he grabbed me by my hand, again I might add, and forced my to get up off of the bed.

I grabbed onto his shirt, trying to steady myself due to how fast he got me up. I quickly removed them, though. I didn’t want my mind to dwell on how solid he felt or how good he smelt, so I tried to put as much distance between me and him as possible.

“Nuh uh, not so fast.” He stated, pulling me by my arms back towards him. I tried to avert my eyes from his by looking down at our feet, but that was a huge mistake. ‘Is….is he getting hard?’ I asked myself, shamefully feeling pussy come to life at the thought at getting this man hard.

Roman roughly grabbed my chin and pulled my face up so that my eyes could meet his.

His eyes where extremely dark now, almost black. I felt as if I was falling into an endless abyss while looking at them.

“Now, that I have your attention, (y/n), there is another question I’d like to ask you.” He seductively crooned out, leaning into my face so close our lips were basically touching.

I was visibly shaking at this point. One part from fear, another part from lust.

He let his lips lightly brush mine, before making his way to the side of my mouth, leaving a little kiss there while proceeding to kiss his way up my jaw and cheek to my ear.

“Do you want me?” He whispered so softly, I almost missed his question completely.

A fire starts low in my belly at those words. ‘Oh my God’ I think to myself. I began to feel him leave wet kisses on the side if my neck, sucking and slightly nibbling at the flesh like he was trying to leave his mark.

I tried to push him off of me, but he was just too damn strong.

“Uhhh, Roman?”

“Mmhmm…” He answered, distracted by the task of littering my neck with love marks.

“I really think you should stop.” Truth is I don’t think I could handle sex with Roman. Physically or emotionally.

“I’m just trying to give you what you wanted” he answers, his left arm slid across my waist, pulling me firmly up against him, while his other hand finds its way into my hair, slightly tugging so that more of my neck was exposed to his hungry mouth.

“But, Roman I really don’t think-”

“God, dammit!” He cursed loudly, voice filled with agitation. he finally released me from his clutches. “(Y/n), you are really pushing it right now. My cock is rock hard right now and all I wanna do is shove it in you.”

I was shocked by his words and more than a little turned on. I was still shaking though. Being scared and horny at the same time is very nerve wracking.

“Well. Have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want to sleep with you?” I asked, nervously licking my lips.

“Psssh, what woman wouldn’t want to sleep with me?”

I shot him a look of annoyance. I felt myself starting to anger at his words. ‘What an asshole’ I thought to myself.

I guess Roman noticed this, because he quickly tried to cover his ass.

“I was just kidding, (y/n). No need for that look.”

“No, you weren’t.” I insisted

“True, but that’s besides the point.” He quickly said. “Anyway, if you really don’t want to have sex with me, then why are you always watching me?”

I was silent. No way was I going to tell him why I watch him. There’s no way I could live down that humiliation.

The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I could tell he was getting annoyed with me at this point.

“(Y/n),” he started, crowding my personal space again, “If you really don’t want to tell me why you constantly watch me, that’s cool.”

‘Thank God!’ I think to myself as my body starts to relax.

“But, I should warn you,” He leaned all the way down until our faces where equal, “If I catch you staring at me again, I will dead ass fuck you right then and there.” He finished, slightly smirking at me.

Oh, I knew it was too good to be true. My body tensed right back up and I was having a hard ass time breathing.

I had to tell him why I was always watching him. I’d rather do that than potentially act out a porno in front of people.

“OK, I’ll tell you.” I mumbled out.

“Good girl.”

‘Asshole’ I think to myself. I clear my throat before I begin my explanation. “The real reason I’m always watching you…..” I trail off trying to find the courage to finish my statement, “ I do it because I think you’re a werewolf…” I whispered so quietly I could hardly even hear it.

“I’m sorry, did I just hear you say you think I’m a werewolf?“ Roman asked incredulously, taking several steps back.

I nervously nodded my head, my eyes back to being trained on the floor.

It’s silent for what feels like an eternity.

“How old are you? You look a little too old to believe in fairy tales.” Trying his hardest to keep a straight face.

“ I’m twenty-three, and its not just fairy tales! I have proof!“ I say, exasperated with his response.

“Are you on drugs? Or are you still hanging out with Bray? I honestly don’t know which one is worst at this point.”

I looked up at him with my mouth open. Did he really just ask me if I did drugs? “YOU, Sir,” I began,“ have no right to accusing anyone one of drug use, Mr. Failed wellness policy. And don’t you insult Bray that way. He isn’t that bad!”

Truth is, Bray is actually that bad. The only reason I would sometimes seek him out is because he knew a lot about supernatural stuff. Unlike me, he is mostly focused on the demonic, creepy side of the spectrum. The guy’s a total nut case, BUT he is a nut case who knows his shit.

After my earlier outburst, gone was Roman’s humorous expression. The room was stuffy with tension. I hoped I didn’t go too far with the wellness policy thing.

‘Fuck,’ I think to myself as the silence stretches out.

All of a sudden, Roman starts laughing. Really laughing. Like gut holding laughter. What the fuck does he find so funny?

“Oh, sweetheart,” he starts, trying to catch his breath as his laughter dies down, “I really, really like this side of you.”

His laughter had stopped completely now, but he had a beautiful smile planted on his face. ‘Dear God’ I internally swooned, taking in that gorgeous thing.

“I like the quirky, sweet, and awkward thing you usually have going on, but this,” he started with a little laugh, “Is priceless.”

He makes his way back towards me until he is back inside my personal bubble.

“But I do like this side of you a whole lot more than the side that seems terrified of me.” He softly tells me, raising his right hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, letting his hand lightly caress my cheek.

“Why are you so afraid of me, (y/n)?” Roman asked, looking deeply in my eyes.

Why was I so afraid of Roman? I initially wasn’t afraid of him. I had my reservations due to his high standings in the business, but never fear. I started fearing him pretty recently.

It was the night after his amazing promo with Cena. The audience ate up every line of it, so did the people backstage. Although it was great, it was easy to see that Roman was pissed off at Cena’s off script remarks. Roman responded amazingly in my opinion, but it was easy to see his agitation. He came backstage fuming, and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I was hurrying to my makeup station in order to get one of the talents make up ready for tonight. Not paying attention to where I was going, I ran directly into Roman. If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now due to the glare he shot me. He let out a sound that was something only heard in nightmares. The growl left all the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck standing straight up. I didn’t like seeing Roman look so scary. He looked like a beast wearing a man’s face with that expression. What made it all the more worst was that he leveled me that gaze. I was used to being ignored or looked over, I could deal with that from someone like him. But for him to shoot me such a menacing expression, it hurt me deeply.

I don’t know why I was so upset about it. It’s not like me and Roman were ever close, but for some reason I felt in my very heart of hearts that I knew this man. As I’ve watched him over these past months I’ve been with the WWE, I’ve learned a lot about him. The pensive expression he has on his face when he’s trying to figure something out. The way his eyes crinkle on the sides when he smiles. The love he shows to the kid fans he meets, and the bashfulness he expresses in the presence of the older ones. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so upset if someone else looked at me that way, but that fact that it was Roman hurt me deeply because I admired this man so much. Maybe I’m being a bit dramatic, but I can’t change how that incident made me feel.

‘Oh my God, I think I like Roman.’ I admit to myself. Maybe it wasn’t him I was fearing this whole time. Maybe I was fearing him rejecting me.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Roman asked worriedly, taking in my watery eyes.

“I think I need to go…” I quietly said, desperately wanting to go back to my hotel, crawl under my blanket, and cry at my own foolishness.

“(Y/n),” he started, reaching for my face again. I flinch at his movement. He studied me for a while with an unreadable expression.

“You know I would never hurt you, right?” Roman asked, securely grasping my cheeks with both of his hands, stroking them tenderly.

I searched his eyes carefully for any signs of deception. I found none.

I answered him by going up on my tippy toes and pressing my lips against his.

He seemed shocked by my forwardness. So was I.

It doesn’t take long for him to dominate the kiss. The intensity of it takes my breath away. I felt his tongue slowly, but deliberately lick across my bottom lip, before he began to use his teeth to nibble on it. My panties were already soaked. If he could make me feel this good with his lips on mine, I wondered what he could do with the rest of his body.

The kiss was starting to grow hotter and more desperate as time went on. His hands left my face and traveled down the sides of my body until they met my backside. He squeezed at the flesh there, and I let out a loud moan in the kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss, coming up for air. “Damn” he muttered, taking in my dazed appearance. “Take off that dress.” He demanded. I hastily slid the thick straps off the shoulders, and shimmied the tight, black material down my body. I was left in only my plain, black thong.

“God damn” Roman muttered, moving his hand to the definite bulge in his jeans, palming the length while taking in my almost bare body. Seeing him grab at himself because of me caused my pussy to throb uncontrollably. I started rubbing my thighs together to alleviate some of the discomfort.

“Sit down for me, (y/n).” He requested. I quickly followed his instructions, wanting to desperately get ride of the ache between my legs.

“Now since you made me wait so long before I could ravage you,” he begins with a wicked gleam in his eyes, “I think you owe me a little something.” I Watched Roman as he stepped out of his shoes and tugged his shirt over his head. ‘Fuck!’ I think to myself, looking at his broad, tattooed torso. He then proceeded to drop his pants and underwear. ‘Double fuck!’ I yell to myself, taking in the python that jutted straight up, resting snuggly against his toned stomach.

I’ve only had sex one time before this, and it was God awful. Hopefully the couple of times I watched porn will come in handy.

“What are you waiting for, (y/n), suck it.” He ended his demand by taking his right hand and sliding it in my hair and wrapping the hair around his fist. I nervously leaned forward and kissed the tip of his shaft. He hissed at this. ‘So far, so good’ I think to myself.

I bring my right hand up and wrapped it around his thick shaft. It felt heavy and warm in my small hands. I slowly started moving my hand up and down his cock.

“You’re killing me with this pace, babe.” Roman groans out as I continue to jerk off his cock slowly.

“Hey, this is only my second time having sex.” I admit. He must really think I’m a kid now.

I look up in his eyes at his lack of response, and almost orgasm instantly at the look he was giving me. ‘Did his eyes just glow?’ I asked myself. It was quick, but it definitely happened.

I felt his cock harden even more in my soft hands. He gently slid my hand off his cock. “Lay down for me.” He gently asked. I followed his instructions.

He picked up my left foot and presses a small kiss on the inside of my ankle. He trailed the kisses all the way up to the very top of my thigh, a breath away from the place where I needed him the most. He ghosted his mouth over to the top of my other thigh, licking up any moisture that was dripping from my flooded pussy.

Roman then proceeded to wrap his lips completely over my clothed covered clit. My back arched at the contact, mouth opened in a silent gasp.

“Since you’re basically a virgin in my eyes, I’m going take it upon myself to make sure you cum as many times as possible tonight.” He growled out, hungrily devour my clothed pussy. Before I knew it I heard a loud rip. I looked down my body to see that he ripped of the flimsy piece of fabric with his teeth. ‘Damn that’s hot’ I thought to myself.

He relentlessly dove back in, flattening his tongue against my pussy, slowly flicking the tip of his tongue against my opening. “Shit!” I swear loudly, having a hard time staying still. Roman draped my left leg over his right shoulder, and draped his arms across my stomach to keep me from wiggling too much. I had to endure the wicked things his tongue was doing to my inexperienced pussy. Before I knew it, I felt a wave of uncontrollably lust wash over me as he lightly bit my clit. My pussy quivered and clenched as I came all over his mouth and beard. He kissed his way up my body, and attacked my mouth with his once he made it to my lips. I could taste myself on his lips. It was driving me crazy.

As he was kissing me, I noticed something strange. Was his teeth getting bigger?

Roman pulled away, giving me a sinful little smirk. “I wanna see you get yourself off, (y/n). I used to fuck my own hand, thinking about you rubbing your little pussy thinking of me. Show me how you pleasure yourself baby.” Roman insist, slightly leaning back on his left arm, with his legs open and his right hand working on his huge cock.

“I don’t touch myself to get off…” I quietly admitted. “Then show me what you do.” Roman demanded, voice low and gravely due to the hand squeezing his cock.

I nervously grabbed the pillow behind me. “Fuck!” Roman groaned out as he realized what I was planing to do. I folded the pillow and then placed it a couple inches in front of him before I straddled it. The lustful stare he leveled me with gave me the courage to rub my pussy across the pillow to get off. It felt really good to get myself off while the object of my affection was watching me. Not to mention it was sexy as hell. I started humping the pillow harder.

“Does that beautiful little cunt of your’s feel good, (y/n)? You fucking that little pussy good on that pillow?” Roman asked, voice making my pussy even wetter as his hand started stroking his thick length even faster.

“Ahhh” I moaned out loudly, aching to cum, seeking the friction the pillow gave my clit. “Ohhh! I’m so close, Roman!” I moan out, rubbing my pussy faster and faster across the pillow.

“That’s it, baby! Get that little pussy off!” His words were my undoing. I let out a short shrieking sound as I felt my orgasm course through me like a current. My pussy felt almost numb now. “Fuck! That was so hot, baby.” Roman compliments, taking his cock off out of his hand. I smiled tiredly in his direction.

He crawled his way back toward my body. He removed the soiled pillow from under my legs, and licked the moisture from the pillow case.

“Lay down for me again, baby girl.” He gently said, placing the pillow to the left of our bodies. I lay my back against the cool sheets, and open my legs. Roman smiles at the invitation. He settled himself in between my thighs, his cock feeling hot and heavy against the inside of my thigh. He kissed my lips again, effectively making me yearn for more of him due to the tenderness of it. He grabbed me by my thighs and flipped us around so that I was straddling him. His cock still managed to look intimidating underneath the lips of my pussy as I straddled it. I began to rub myself slightly against it. Roman moaned deeply, grabbing my ass cheeks to guide me.

“I want you to ride my cock. Hard.” He emphasizes. I moaned heavily at his words. I put my hands on his hard stomach to lift my hips up. I felt him guide his cock to my throbbing hole. I slowly lowered myself onto his dick. Once I managed to get it all the way in, I felt as if the wind has been knocked out of me. My last boyfriend never filled me up this much. Not even close.

“Fuck your pussy feels amazing, sweetheart!” Roman groaned out loudly.

I carefully lifted my hips up, and then slowly dropped them back down to meet his hips. I did this for a little, trying to get use to the length and grith of his cock. Roman stroked my back understandably, helping me to guide my hips in a comfortable rhythm. As I got more comfortable, and the pleasure began to kick in, I started riding his cock faster. “Shit, baby girl!” I hearrd him say, while grabbing my ass, starting to control the pace more and more by rocking his hips up to meet mine and dragging me up and down on his dick.

I leaned forward, placing my hands on his shoulders as I attempted to ride is dick faster and harder. This position caused his cock to hit a spot in me that caused my legs to shake. “Oh, fuck!” I yelled out, as Roman bounced me faster up and down his fat cock.

“Fuck this” he loudly cursed. He flipped us over, and positioned both of my legs over his shoulders. He started slamming his cock in me, stretching my cunt deliciously. The tip of his cock was pounding into my cervix so hard, sparks of pain were coming from my stomach.

“Roman!” I screamed out a particularly hard thrust. “It’s starting to hurt!”

“Maybe I wanted to fuck you so hard your tight little pussy would hurt!” Roman growled out. He continued to stretch me to my limit, fucking my body into a lust filled haze. There was no place I wanted to be at that moment. The best place to be was on that bed with Roman’s dick brutally fucking me.

Roman reached in between my legs and roughly squeezed my clit. I screamed loudly. My pussy started convulsing over Roman’s cock violently. “Fuck, (y/n)!” He yelled out. I drenched his cock in my cum. I came so much it felt like I wet myself. My back arched into a perfect bow, my damp breast smushed against his sweat drenched chest. Roman started pounding my pussy harder. “Shit!” He gasped as his cock expanded inside me. When his cum started to fill me, his cock was twitching like mad inside me. I could feel it splashing against walls. He slowly kept moving his cock in me, trying to make sure every drop made it in my greedy pussy.

When he finally pulled out, I could feel his seed drip down my thighs. I was completely exhausted and sated. I felt the bed dip as Roman removed himself from me to cover our bodies with the bed covers. “Good ma-” I heard him start. I didn’t hear the rest because I fell asleep.

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I woke up to Roman kissing my bare shoulder. He was spooning me. I turned around to face him and my heart clenched at the sight that I saw. His hair was sexily mussed, falling into his face. He gave me an adorable, sleepy smile.

A little later, I found myself in my same dress from last night, minus any underwear. Roman was showered, and dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a plain black tee.

“I enjoyed last night a lot.” Roman said with a smile, leaning against the door frame of the hotel room door.

“I did, too” I said, smiling back at him.

“I really do like you, (y/n),” Roman stated, looking deeply in my eyes. “And I’d love to see where this thing goes.” He said motioning between the two of us.

I was relieved to hear him say that. I felt my cheeks warm at the sentiment. “I’d like that as well.” I answered, giving him a warm smile.

“See you later.” He told me, leaning in to give me a lingering kiss on the cheek.

“Bye.” I said giving him a toothy smile. As he slowly closed the door, he kept his eyes trained on mine. His eyes slowly started to glow a brilliant light gray. He gives me a devilishly handsome smirk as he the door shuts.

I felt my mouth drop open at what he just revealed to me.

“You son of a bitch!”

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AN: Wanted to surprise you guys with this funny, smutty Roman Reigns one shot. No longer a one shot, tho 😅. I’ve been reading werewolf books too much 😂 hope y'all enjoy 🐺

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“Girl, why you always eyeing Roman down?” My friend Sasha asked me, exasperated by my lack of participation in tonights activies.

“I do not!” I defensively yelled over the blaring music in the night club we were at. I don’t even know what possessed me to come here. Clubs aren’t my kinda thing. Socializing isn’t even my kind of thing.

“Mmhmm OK” Sasha replied rolling her eyes at my statement.

She really wasn’t lying about her earlier said statement. I was always watching Roman, but it’s not for the reason most people think. I mean, yeah, he is incredible sexy and a good guy. He can be a little cocky sometimes, but he isn’t nearly as bad as some of the other guys on the roster. Great now I do sound like I’m interested in him, but I swear I’m not! If I told people the real reason I’m always watching him they’d think I’m crazy or a freak. I honestly don’t want to be know as either of those things, most people think I’m weird enough as it is.

I’ve been working in the WWE for almost 10 months now as a makeup artist and the only friends I have are Sasha and Naomi. Sasha and I became friends due to our fascination with anime. I got to know Naomi through Sasha, and we instantly got along because Naomi was just such a down-to-earth person.

It was always hard for me to make friends. I was always really quiet, never really went out much, and was always lost in my own head. I was interested in stuff most people wouldn’t be, such as mythical creatures and lore. From the ages of 7 to 11, I was convinced I was a vampire until my sister split her eyebrow open with a blow to the head with a golf club and I passed out at the sight.

I might not believe I’m a vampire anymore but I do believe that mythical creatures exist. And this is why I stare at Roman all the time because I do believe that he is a werewolf.

“(Y/n), if you like Roman you should go talk to him! I think he’s interested in you because I see him watching you all the time!” Naomi stated excitedly. “He’s doing it right now!”

I bristled at her words. I turned to my left and looked a couple of tables over and there he was, staring directly at me. I slightly jumped and looked away quickly. ‘Dammit’ I thought to myself. I was supposed to be sneaky in my study of the Samoan, but I was obviously failing at that.

“You know she won’t go talk to Mr. tall, dark, and handsome over there. Especially since he ‘growled’ at her last week” Sasha laughed. I playfully shoved her.

“He really did! I was totally scared!” I insisted, and Sasha laughed harder.

“Girl, I thought dogs growled? Last time I checked Roman’s a man. ALL man.” Naomi said.

“Don’t you guys have husbands?” I bring up, trying to get the focus off of me.

“Yes we do, and that’s why we can comment on what’s happening between you and Ro. Besides, I’m married to his cousin, so I can tell you from experience….” Naomi leaned in closer to me, “He is ALL man.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Sasha finished, always putting in her two cents. “And don’t they say Samoan guys have big di-”

“OKAY!” I quickly interrupted. “I’m going to get something to drink. Want anything?” I asked looking between both of them.

“Yeah, for you to snag a hot Samoan tonight!” Sasha yelled, rather loudly I might add.

“Right on!” Seth yelled from the table behind us.

I quickly walked away from the table, face blazing. 'I’m soooo going to get her back for that’ I tell myself as I weave my way through the dancing people, getting closer to the bar.

As I’m waiting for the bar tender to make my drink, I find myself looking in Roman’s direction again. He’s on the opposite side of the bar from me, talking to Dean and Renee.

I was intently watching, seeing if he was displaying any werewolf characteristics. He seemed pretty normal tonight, though. Like most werewolves, he was usually standoffish. He could be social if he wanted to be, but you could tell he liked his privacy. There were times when he would get really irritable, and he actively avoided anyone and everyone like the plague.

“He must be stressed out” or “He must be homesick” people would say when he acted like that, but I knew better. During his irritable, antisocial periods, he would somehow look even more attractive than he usually does. His hair and skin would be practically glowing, and his eerie, grey eyes looked like they could penetrate your soul. And I read in my spirits and mythological creatures handbook when it’s close for a werewolf to change its wolf form, they are extremely irritable and try to stay as far away from others as possible. They also possess a glow that rivals one of a pregnant women or a bride on her wedding day when its close to their change, hence my description of his physical appearance during those times.

“Here’s you’re drink, ma'am.” The bartender stated, sliding me my drink. His voice broke me out of my Roman watching daze.

“Thanks” I told the bartender with a smile while reaching for my drink. I take a small sip, turning back towards Roman’s direction. When I looked back over there, he was gone. “Damn,” I muttered.

When I turned around to make my way back to the girls, I almost had a heart attack.

There he was. Looking at me so intently I started squirming. I chanced looking in his eyes and I almost passed at. His grey eyes were burning pits. I quickly averted mine and desperately tried to calm my nerves. Was he angry? Was he going to yell at me and tell me to stop stalk- no, no I mean watching him?

“You got a problem with me, kid?” Roman asked in his deep, hypnotic voice.

“Oh, no, Mr. Reigns, Sir!” I hurriedly answer, still refusing to meet his gaze. 'OMG please don’t eat me!’ I cry to myself.

He looks at me for a couple more seconds, and starts chuckling at my reaction. I feel my face growing warm with embarrassment. 'Damn you, you mutt-face!’ I think to myself. I know, its not one of my best insults, but hey, I was scared shitless.

“Yeah, okay, we need to have a little chat.” Roman concludes, plucking my drink from my hand and placing it back on the counter. He then grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the doors leading out of the club.

“Holy shit! She’s totally get laid tonight!” I hear Sasha tell Naomi, as we pass up their table going to the exit.

I felt like I might die from embarrassment at that point because I can tell Roman heard them as well due to his smirk. 'Oh I’m so dead’ I think to myself as we exit the club and get closer to his rental. “You’re in for a long night, kid.” He whispers in my ear, before yanking the passenger side door open.

Summary: The reader found out Roman’s a werewolf. They have been all over each other since, but what happens when the lust filled haze is lifted, and true feelings are revealed. Did the reader bite off more than she can chew?

AN: FINALLY! I know it has been awhile and I am sorry for the long hiatus. My first semester of college is over, and I’m planning on writing a shit ton before the second semester starts. This story is very special because it is a birthday present for @purplegirl20 . I suck ass because I made you wait so long for your present, but I hope you enjoy this story. There will be an even more explicit part two, so I hope you enjoy that as well. Alrighty then, let the story begin!

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“I can’t believe I’m sleeping with a werewolf,” I muttered into the pillow my face was buried in.

“Wow, that’s all we’re doing? Sleeping with each other?” I heard Roman ask.

I raised my head up from the pillow, then proceeded to rest my chin in the palm of my hand. “Well, you haven’t called me your girlfriend. And I’m still trying to get used to the whole lycanthrope thing.“ I answered, giving him an annoyed look.

He smiled at that. “Babe, that term is ancient as hell.“ He said before kissing my cheek. “And didn’t we just come from a date?”

Now, it was my turn to smile. I still couldn’t believe I just went on a date with Roman Reigns! And then had hella hot sex with him afterward! Well, we’ve been having sex for a couple of weeks now, but ever time is incredible, so it’s still really exciting.

“Don’t mock my vocab, wolfman. And yes, we came from an amazing date, but I need to hear you say those magic words.” I answered, eyes roving over his handsome face before zeroing in on his lips.

“Hmm…,” He trails off, “I think I have a better idea.” He stated, bringing his left hand to the middle of my back before scooting closer to me.

“How about I show you?” He rumbled in my ear with his deep voice.

I felt my lady parts throb like crazy at the suggestion. “That’s even better,” I said as I licked my lips. Roman captured them with his lips before I could put my tongue back in my mouth.

I moaned as he made the kiss deeper, parting my lips with his devious tongue in order to play with mine. His tongue would rub up against mine erotically before making its way out of my mouth to trace my bottom lip.

The hand that was resting on my back slowly lowered itself. Once his hand made its way to my ass, I felt him grab it, kneading the flesh slowly. I was rocking my hips into the mattress now, desperately searching for some friction to ease the pressure building in my sensitive clit.

“Ah!” I gasped as I felt Roman slid two fingers into my pussy. I clamped down on the fingers hungrily, happy to have something up there.

I was holding my body up by my forearms now, fucking myself on his thick fingers and brushing my clit against the mattress.

“You’re so tight, baby girl.“ He moaned into my ear, completely turned on by what was happening in front of him. I felt his hard, hot cock sitting flush against my thigh. I couldn’t wait for him to put that back in me.

“But I know what would make you feel even tighter…” He trailed off, spreading my thighs farther apart and settling his weight in between them from behind me.

I moaned loudly as I felt him remove his fingers from my wet core and push his engorged cock inside me, going in as far as my canal allowed him to.

“You’re gonna be sore tomorrow, (y/n).“ He stated with a husky little laugh, grinding his hips into me.

“Oh, I won’t mind.” I started nonchalantly until I felt him start moving in and out of me.

“Good luck walking around backstage tomorrow night.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Damn you, Roman, I thought to myself as I limped down the hall of the backstage area.

It was the Raw before Halloween today, and I had to help out backstage in order to make sure everything ran smoothly for the show tonight. Truthfully, all I do is help the glam squad out with lugging shit around, but I’m grateful! Besides, one day I’ll be doing more of people’s makeup. I started doing Finn’s paint for the whole Demon gimmick, and he loved it. 

Speaking of the demon, there he was sitting at catering eating healthy.

“Hey, (y/n)!” Finn called. I waved at him shyly. We started hanging out about three months ago. He was really nice when we met up to talk about the paint job he wanted. As we kept talking, we discovered how many interests we had in common.

He motioned for me to come over to the table he was sitting at, and I tried my hardest not to make the limp obvious as I ambled over there.

“You OK?“ Finn asked, noticing my strange walk.

“Um, yes. I just….stubbed my toe while walking around earlier.” I lied, hoping he wouldn’t ask any more about it.

“Here, let me get that for ya.” He said with his thick Irish accent as he got up out of his seat to pull out one for me.

“Thank you,“ I said, giving him a small smile as I took my seat.

We smiled at each other awkwardly for a couple of seconds. I could’ve sworn Finn’s eyes kept wandering to the place in between my legs.

“So, are you and Roman a couple?” Finn bluntly asked.

I chocked on some air I was just trying to intake. “Is that really any of your business?” I asked back feeling incredibly flustered.

Finn had a look of surprise on his face due to my response. Then he smiled. “No it isn’t, but I couldn’t help hearing you and Roman last night.”

I REALLY wanted the ground to swallow me whole at this point. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered into my chest. I refused to look Finn in the face.

“It’s OK, (y/n). I was just surprised to hear you out of all people fooking,” he replied with a little laugh.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked eyes narrowed in his direction.

“(Y/n)!” I heard Bray Wyatt yell loudly in my ear.

“What?” I asked him, rubbing my abused ears.

“The buzzards were calling, telling me to rescue you from the clutches of the filthy demon named Balor.”

Finn sighed in agitation. “For the last time, Bray, I am not a demon. And neither are you.”

I narrowed my eyes at Finn. His words were correct, but I wasn’t particularly fond of him at that moment.

“Say whatever you want, Balor, but I know the truth. How else could you be in such good shape and have so many women throw themselves at you?“ Bray wondered aloud.

“I’m in good shape because I have this thing called self-control. You should try it.” Finn stated as he eyed Bray. “And you had a woman Bray. A whole family. You gave that up to get with a who-”

“OK!” I yelled, not liking the direction this was going in. I could feel the rage coming off of Bray in thick waves and Finn didn’t look too happy either. Why was he acting this way?

“I’m sorry, (y/n),“ Finn said, looking deeply into my eyes. Why was he being so weird today?

I gave him a tight-lipped smile in response.

“Let’s go,” Bray said before dragging me out of the catering area and away from Finn.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“What the hell was all of that about?” I asked Bray once we made it to his dressing room.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Bray responded.

“You don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t be worrying about,” I snapped at Bray as I plopped down into a metal chair,

“I know, I know, but in this situation, I will.”

“Ugh, Bray, just te-”

“Anyway!” Bray exclaimed, trying to change the subject, “I sense something different about you.”

I looked at Bray with a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean?” 

He loudly dragged a chair in front of me before sitting down in it. We sat there quietly while looking at each other. I was used to Bray’s weirdness, but he was starting to freak me out now.

“What the fuck is going on?” I asked Bray due to my patience wearing thin. 

He gave me a devious smirk. “I’m carefully assessing the situation I believe you have gotten yourself in,” he replied with that creepy smirk still planted on his face.

I rolled my eyes dramatically at his answer.

“I still have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said.

“Oh, but you will. I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yourself,” Bray finishes with a peculiar look on his face.

“Can’t you just tell me what it is already? Why is everyone being so weird today?” I asked just wanting this day to be over with.

Bray laughed at me. “I’m always weird, (y/n). Anyway, I would tell you, but I don’t think it’s my place. I don’t want your boyfriend to kill me.”

I tilted my head in confusion. So, this had something to do with Roman.

“What does Roman have to do with this?” I asked curiously.

Bray smiled triumphantly. “So, you guys are together!”

I nervously laughed at his enthusiasm. I mean, yeah, we’ve been sleeping with each other, but I honestly had no idea what kind of relationship we had. We only went on one date and he has yet to call me his girlfriend. To be fair, I haven’t called him my boyfriend either. Well, I haven’t called him that to his face to be more exact. Whenever I’m talking to Naomi or Sasha that term seems to slip out whenever I mention him.

It was kind of depressing to think about. All Roman said was that he wanted to explore this “thing” between us. What the hell does that even mean?

“Yep, we sure are,” I replied cheerfully. Yeah, he never said we were an official couple, but he never denied it either, so I’ll just assume we’re a couple.

Bray smiled to himself. “I’m getting a lot of money tonight.”

I narrowed my eyes at Bray. “Are you guys seriously making bets on me and Roman?”

“That’s right, and I’m gonna be a very happy man by the end of the night,” Bray finished with a creepy laugh.

I scoffed and shook my head at his statement. Maybe this was the reason why Finn asked about my relationship with Roman. I’ll have to find him later and ask him about it.

“You still haven’t told me what you find so different about me,” I told Bray.

“And I won’t,” He starts, “It’s not my place to tell you. If you haven’t figured it out yourself, your boyfriend will eventually tell you. Hopefully, he does it sooner than later,” He finishes with a sad smile.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Bray? Is something wrong with me? Is it bad?” I felt panic start to set in.

Bray grew quiet. All he did was stare into my eyes. 

“(Y/n), do you in your heart of hearts have sincere feelings for Roman?” He asked with a solemn expression.

“Yes,” I responded with no hesitation.

He gave me another sad smile. “Maybe that was the wrong question. Let me ask you this. Before you became involved with Roman, before you found out what he really is-”

“How did you know-”

Bray stopped me from saying anything else by raising his hand. “I always knew what he was. You did, too. All you needed was confirmation, which I’m pretty sure you received, correct?” 

I nodded my head in agreement.

“Good. Now back to my question, did you have feelings for Roman before you two got together.”

“Yes,” I answered. That realization was made the first night Roman and I were together, but that didn’t make my feelings for him before everything that would happen that night any less significant. If I hadn’t felt anything for him, I wouldn’t have paid so much attention to him once I started working for WWE. I wouldn’t have invested so much time into observing him. I certainly wouldn’t have slept with him. Suspecting the object o your affection is a werewolf would turn most girls off, but that never made me think less of Roman. Whether he was a werewolf or not, I would have still developed feelings for him. I’m certain of that.

Bray gave me a heartfelt smile before grasping one of my hands with his own. “Well, that will certainly make things a whole lot easier.” He promptly released my hand and stood up.

“So I shouldn’t be worried?” I asked as stood up as well.

“No, I don’t think so. What has happened to you isn’t the worst thing in the world,” Bray replied with a laugh.

“But it isn’t the best thing either,” I deadpanned.

“That all depends on you and Roman,” Bray replied.

“Why do you always have to complicate shit?” I asked feeling myself become bored with this game of back and forth.

Bray gave me a devious smirk. “Maybe you’re the one complicating things?” He replied rather flippantly.

I made a very unladylike sound in the back of my throat. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“Ha! Says the girl who’s sleeping with a wolf. Shouldn’t that be considered bestiality?”

Before I could call Bray everything, but a child of God, I felt something in me stir.

‘What the fuck?’ I thought to myself. My heart was beating fast, my palms were sweating. I felt myself growing excited at whatever it was I was feeling. Whatever it was, it was on its way here.

“Roman?” I stated aloud. Bray looked at me in confusion. “Roman?” He repeated.

A couple of seconds later we heard a knock at the door. Bray went to open the door. I felt like my heart would burst out of my chest.

“Roman!” I heard Bray exclaim. I quickly turned around to find Roman standing at the door looking directly at me. I brought my hand to my chest to calm my thumping heart.

“Roman.” I breathed out. He had to be what I was feeling. Why?

He gave me a warm smile before turning his attention to Bray. “Sup, Wyatt. Can I steal her from you?”

“Yes, please. She is your girlfriend.” Bray replied with a grin. Roman gave him an unreadable look. I internally wilted. He could’ve agreed with that statement. 

I made my way towards Roman. “See you later, Bray,” I said giving him a little wave.

“Sure,” He replied. Our eyes met before I took my leave with Roman. He had another smirk planted on his face looking like he just discovered another secret.

I heard the door close behind Roman and I once we exited the room.

“Why can’t you hang out with your sane friends?” Roman asked as we started walking away from Bray’s dressing room.

“Oh, hush. Bray’s OK once you get to know him.”

“I’ll take your word for it, babe,” He finished before clasping my hand with his, intertwining our fingers together.

“So, we’re doing PDA now?” I asked as we aimlessly walked around backstage.

“Maybe,” Roman started, “Maybe I’m doing this because there aren’t too many people around,” he finished with one of his gorgeous smiles.

“Asshole,” I muttered as I tried to pry my hand away from his.

“Aw, come on, (y/n), I was just playing,” he said as he tightened his grip on my hand. 

In response, I poked my tongue out at him.

“If you do that again baby girl I might have to take that tongue from you.”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” I replied sarcastically.

“You don’t have to be scared. Hell, knowing you, you might like it,” He responded.

At that, I poked my tongue out at him again. This time, moving faster than I could keep up with, Roman spun me around toward the front of his body and trapped both of my hands behind my back. He leaned his face down in order to look directly into my eyes.

“Now, I dare you to do it again.” He whispered against my lips. I felt a shiver run down my spine and a throbbing sensation between my legs.

I swallowed audibly before attempting to stick my tongue out again. Before I could get the damn thing out, Roman captured my lips in a smoldering kiss. Since my mouth was already open, his tongue easily made its way in. His tongue danced erotically with mine, running its length up against mine. As he was trying to suck m tongue into his mouth, Roman pushed me flush against the front of his hard body. I moaned at the contact, desperately trying to release my hands from his strong grasp in order to touch him.

Roman promptly let go of my hands and I quickly grabbed at his vest with one hand while I grasped the back of his neck with the other. I heard Roman let out a low moan when I grasped the hair at the base of his neck, massaging him there with my fingers as I angled my head to the side in order to deepen the kiss even more. 

I felt one of Roman’s hand grab my ass as he wrapped his other arm around my body, crushing me against the front of his body. I moaned loudly at the contact.

I felt Roman pushing me back into one of the crates and lifting me up so I could sit on it. I opened up my legs, wanting to feel his body between them. I watched Roman as he made his way into the space between my thighs. In this position, I could feel his hard cock rub against my aching center. He grabbed both of my thighs with his hands and pulled my center closer to his throbbing cock. 

“Fuck,” I moaned aloud.

Roman quickly covered my mouth with his once again. We both moaned into the kiss. Our hands were all over each other. Roman’s eventually settled on running themselves up and down my thighs. I removed my mouth from his, moaning at the feeling of his beard as he kissed his way up and down my neck.

“Woah! Look at these filthy animals!” We heard a voice say to our right.

Roman quickly untangled himself from me. I just as quickly closed my legs and jumped off of the crate.

Our intruders were Seth and Dean.

“You two should really get a room,” Seth said looking highly amused. This was so embarrassing.

“I guess I’m losing money tonight.” I heard Dean say. I gave him a pointed look.

“You bet against us?” I asked incredulously. 

Dean had a confused look on his face. “ How do you know about the bets?”

“Bray told me about it.”

“Wait, there are people making bets on us?” Roman asked looking at me.

“Yep,” Seth answered for me. “And thanks to you horny kids I’m getting paid tonight.”

Suddenly Roman asked, “What time is it?”

Seth looked at his phone. “A little after 5. Why?”

“Because I’m about to make you a very rich man,” Roman stated before grabbing my hand and walking past Dean and Seth with me in tow.

“Go get her, Big Dog!” I heard Seth shout after us.

“Where are we going?” I asked Roman, almost running in order to keep up with his long strides.

“My dressing room.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

We were all over each other. Clothes were already shed when Roman pinned me to the wall of his dressing room. His tongue was down my throat as he wantonly rubbed his hard dick against my bare and soaking wet pussy.

He detached his lips from mine and started sucking on my bottom lip. He proceeded to kiss and lick his way up to my ear.

“Do you want my dick in you?” Roman asked. His deep voice had my pussy clenching painfully as I desperately rubbed my womanhood against his hard shaft.

“Yes,” I moaned out 

“Beg for it, baby girl,” He groaned sexily into my ear. 

I cried out in frustration. Why did he have to be such a fucking tease?

“Please, Roman. I need it so bad,” I moaned out, not caring about how lewd the request was.

“Need what?” He whispered as he ghosted his lips across the skin of my neck, causing me to shiver in anticipation.

“Please, Roman. I need you to give it to me!” I begged, rubbing my pussy up and down the smooth skin of his thick, hard penis. I felt my juices running down my thighs due to how turned on I was.

Roman laughed at my discomfort. “(Y/n), I need you to be more specific. Tell me what you want, baby.” He groaned out hotly in my ear.

“Shit!” I gasped as I felt him push the head of his thick cock against the opening of my pussy. He was toying with me by pushing the tip of his shaft flush against the little hole but never pushing it all the way in. Always effectively depriving me of the fullness my aching cunt longed for.

“Ah, I need your dick, Roman. I need it so fucking bad it hurts.” I admitted.

I heard and felt Roman let out a low rumble of a laugh. “You need my dick that bad?”

“Yes! Please give it to me.” I whined desperately trying to sink down on his cock,

“Alright, baby girl. I’ll give you my dick.” He replied as he shoved the whole length into my tight and still sore pussy from last night.

“Fuck!” I cried out from the pain of his massive cock stretching my already sore walls as well as that same cock giving me more pleasure than I could have ever imagined. Roman always made my body feel so good. I was already close to coming, and he just now put his manhood in me.

But as soon as he put his length in me, he just as quickly pulled it back out.

“Roman, what are you doing!” I whined, vagina already missing his girth. Why was he denying me of this satisfaction?

“Shhh, it’s OK, baby girl. I’m gonna take good care of you.” Roman started, lightly peppering my lips with kisses. “I just want you to do something for me.”

He pulled away from me slightly and looked into my eyes. His eyes flickered to a magnificent shade of light gray before going back to their normal shade. His eyes would get like that whenever he gets really excited during sex.

“What is it?” I asked, willing to please him, especially if it meant I would get pleasure in return.

He licked his full lips as his eyes scanned my body up and down. “Get on your knees,” he demanded.

I quickly obliged, knowing exactly what he wanted me to do.

“You know I’m not that good at this…” I started, eyeing the intimidating appendage that would soon be in my mouth. I grabbed at it, loving the feel of his dick pulsing in my hand. It was hot to the touch and pulsing in my little hand. I loved the contrast between the smoothness of his skin and the hardness of the erection due to his arousal.

“Practice makes perfect, babe. And you can practice on me anytime,” Roman responded.

“Pervert,” I called him as I slowly jerked his dick.

“Says the girl who was begging for my cock not too long ago,” He retorts.

I rolled my eyes and promptly shut him up when I closed my mouth around his penis. 

He swore loudly at the sudden contact. I sucked on his cock, sliding my mouth towards the tip. Once I made it there, I sucked hard. I heard him intake a sharp breath. I let my tongue play with the slit on the tip of his dick. I lapped at the moisture that was collecting there, thoroughly enjoying the slightly salty flavor of his seed.

I look looked up to see him watching me intently. His eyes were consistently glowing a brilliant gray color now. He brought his hand to my head in order to bury them in my hair and fuck my mouth with his cock. 

I tried to take more of his length inside my mouth, but once his cock started brushing the back of my throat, I started chocking.

Roman quickly pulled his length out of my mouth and bent down to where I was on the floor. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, babe,” he started as he whipped away the tears that escaped my watery eyes. “Only do what you’re comfortable with, Ok?”

I gave him a nod in response. He kissed my forehead, nose, and lips before he grabbed my hand and got us both off of the floor.

“Now, Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’m gonna please you,” Roman told me with a wolf-like smirk. 

“Really?” I asked, feeling my pussy dripping even more of my desire onto my thighs.

“Mhm,”  He said as he grabbed my ass with both of his hands.

As much as I wanted this to continue, I knew that I would have to leave soon in order to prep my makeup station. 

I let out a defeated sigh. “Maybe we should finish this at the hotel? I’m gonna have to leave in a little bit.” I told Roman

“Nuh uh, baby girl. I believe we have enough time to make your little pussy come all over my cock.” Roman nastily replied while messaging the globes of my ass with his massive hands.

“But-”

“No buts, unless it’s your butt,” he replied with a squeeze. “Come on, (y/n), this shouldn’t take too long.”

“You promise?” I asked

“Of course, babe. Besides, it never takes you too long to cum when my dick is buried inside of you,” he replied cockily.

“Oh, screw you.”

Roman let out a bark of laughter. “Soon babe. Very soon.”

Gym session and A LOT of yoga done today and I feel great! It’s ok to be selfish and focus on yourself sometimes. Being the best version of yourself is a sure-fire way to assure that you can help others.

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