the talk
đđđđđđđđđ€Â with a house full of children, all of whom are still in single digits, finding one on one time can be a challenge for roman and solana. with the younger kids down for naps and the eldest keeping themselves occupied, mom and dad sneak away for some adult only time. đđđđđđđđđ€Â smut. dirty talk. unprotected sex. established, married couple. age gap (10yrs). roman stressed tf out. đđđđđđ€Â four thousand and some change (4k+) đđđđđđđđ€Â roman reigns x black!oc đđđđđđđ€Â graphic and dividers by me. đđđđđđ'đ đđđđđ€Â  we talked about this idea forever ago, and i finally started it a few weeks ago. was definitely a wild ride to write.
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Solanaâs glazed eyes roll back and her stomach caves inward as she arches her back off the mattress. Her fingers dig into said mattress, fisting the sheets with an unforgiving grip thatâs similair to the unforgiving waves of pleasure rolling throughout her entire body.
âRoman.â
His name falling from his wifeâs parted lips force Roman to rip his enchanted gaze from the motion of her big, soft breasts jutting back and forth from the intensity of his thrust to the way she writhes in visible, obvious pleasure on the bed underneath him.
It makes his dick twitch, thick pink tongue dipping from his mouth and running over his bottom lip. Makes his next thrust hit harder and dig deeper. A goal achieved when the sweet, beautiful sound of her whimpers intensify. Pleasing a woman sexually has never really been an issue for Roman. Nothing he worried about because countless experience and ratings of 10/10 across the board all but prevented any sort of insecurity in that area.
In almost all areas of his life.
But Solana has always been the exception.
From the moment she sat on his lap in that restaurant what feels like a century ago, pressed her lips together, pretty eyes dipping as she powered through nerves to issue her request, sheâs been his priority.
Her pleasure has been her priority. Heâs only ever wanted to make her feel good.Â
Most especially in the bedroom.Â
With everything sheâs been through, she deserves that and everything more.
So to see her eyes clench shut, to feel her slick walls gripping his dick, and to watch the way she writhes with an insatiable hunger, itâs nothing short of fuel. A drug he canât get enough of and would gladly overdose on if it means he can spend the rest of his life being with her like this.
Being in her like this.
His eyes flick down to where their bodies connect, his breath catching as the glimpse of his dick coated white, her cream gushing and dripping from her tight ass pussy. âShit, baby,â he groans. âYou creaming all over me.â Heâs rewarded with another moan that brings about a smug smirk. âCâmon, sweetheart. You know I like words.â
She groans through a closed mouth, the scowl on her face making his smirk deepen. Itâs seeing the way she shifts her hands to her chest, the arch in her back depending as her hands graze over and gently squeeze her breast, however, that make his breath hitch.
Triggers an idea.
âBut you know what I like more?â Roman smooths his hands up and down her hips as her eyes flutter open, reflecting a haze of lust. Sheâs visibly dazed, mouth partially ajar, and dark eyebrows caving inward.Â
âRoââ
His name abruptly lost in the quick motion of him switching their positions. Itâs suddenly Roman whose back is against their soft, dark sheets and the sight of his wife upward instead of downward. He glides his hand to the back of her ass, as her own plant on his chest. Not once does his dick slip out, instead still seated inside her warmth. Her eyes latch onto his. âPapi watching his pretty girl on top.â
Solanaâs swollen lipsâstill puffy from the way they made out fiercely during foreplay that only lasted a couple of minutes before her palm was smeared with his cum as she stroked his dick to lifeâlift into a small smile.
She says something in Spanish as he glides his hands to the front of her, traveling up and over the folds of her stomach, her head nodding back when she starts to grind on top of him.
His pupils dilate and his jaw clenches at the feel of her nails pressing into his abs and then his own hands when she travels the length of his long arms and cages his palms against her heavy breasts. Roman finds it impossible to not buck his hips to fuck up into her, especially when the first assisted thrust makes her mouth drop open and her eyes flutter once more.
Itâs also impossible to look away from her, for him to not soak in the sight that can cure and heal him on even the roughest of days.Â
Like those days, more often than not, that he still canât comprehend just how the hell they ended up with seven children in under eight years. Two sets of twins, at that. With several of said kids being only a year and some change apart in age. For a man a few years shy of fifty, even with his wife being a decade younger than him, it blows his fucking mind.
But then she does that thing she does. Like sheâs doing now. Where she either willingly slides herself on top of his dick or allows him to position her to where she should never leave. Moves and gyrates sensually and slowly, sometimes leaning back just enough so his eyes travel up the slope of her thick ass body and grant him the perfect view of her glistening, fat pussy lips swallowing and dripping over his big dick while she bounces up and down. Spelling her name and claiming what will always be hers.
And he gets it.
Understands fully how and why they ended up with seven kids.Â
Solanaâs moans and whimpers amplify as her intensify subsides just enough to let him know sheâs close. He can feel it in the way her pussy is clamping and fluttering around him. The bed rocks and trembles under the intensity of their sweet, sensual, steamy lovemaking. A silent witness to the most carnal of acts over the years.
âYou gonâ come for me, pretty girl?â Heâs rewarded with an enthusiastic nod of her head as he gently squeezes her big ass titties, weighing heavy in his palms despite her own braced on his thighs as she continues to ride him. âGonâ let papi fillââ
âMommy. Daddy. Weâre bored. Can you playââ
The intensity of the scream of horror that erupts from Solanaâs mouth is matched only by the way she quickly scrambles to move off of Roman who hisses a quiet, âshitâ thatâs easily drowned under the sound of the additional set of screams. Screams from the faces of their three oldest children who stand in the doorway with ajar mouths.Â
Lina, Leya, and Tama. Eyes as wide as saucers. Lina being the one to shove her siblings out of the way as they slam the door shut.
The minute itâs closed, however, the panic doesnât end.
It only begins.
âRoman!â She shouts from the side of the bed, face flustered, sheet covering her body sweaty body. âI thought I told you to lock the door!â
âI did!â He shouts, running a hand through his hair, damp at the roots from his exertion. âThat damn Lina must have picked the fucking lock.â
âOh my God,â she breathes, one hand over her mouth. âThat didnât just happen." He can't tell if she's talking to him, herself, or them both. Though, in all honestly, it doesn't make much of a difference. They didnât just walk in on us having sex.â
âPretty sure they did,â he mutters, falling back on the bed, eyes shut. His head is suddenly pounding and the neglected pressure and weight of his still fully erect dick is a pain he canât ignore but is forced to.Â
âI canât believe this is happening.â
âIt did.â
âWeâve traumatized them.â
âSol, thatâs a bit fucking dramatic.â
She gasps, one hand over her mouth. Her voice is muffled against her palm but audible, nonetheless. âTheyâre never going to be the same.â
âWe already have them in therapy. Theyâll be alright.â His shrug and perhaps dismissive comment earns him a glare that makes him roll his eyes. âBaby, come on. Itâs not great, but itâs not the worse thing ever.â Surely. Surely, there are many other things he can list off the top of his head that could forever scar his children.Â
This isnât one of them.Â
âBut you know what does fucking suck?â She frowns, and he gestures to his lap, the outline of his big dick and wet spot where cum is smeared against the sheets stare back at them. âBeing so close to feeling that pretty pussââ
âRoman.â She closes her eyes and runs her hand through her blown out hair. He canât help the way his eyes drop to her chest, the outline of her chocolate nipples through the thin sheet making his mouth water and cock twitch. âReally?â
He shrugs once more, unsure where the issue lies, hence his blunt explanation. âWe might as well finishââ Solanaâs fist colliding with his bicep, however, silences him.Â
âRoman!â
âWhat?â He cuts his eyes, running his hand down his face. Whatâs done is done. What harm is there in them both finding their release before they tackle the fallout thisâŠ.incident will have caused.Â
But it seems Solana isnât seeing it that way.Â
Her pretty eyes narrow into slits that draw his gaze away from her big ass titties heâd much rather have in his mouth right now. âOur seven and six year old children just walked in on us having sex, and all you can think about is resuming?â
Perhaps he should consider his answer before providing it, but in this moment, he canât think of any other response than whatâs provided in the most casual of tones.
âWell, yes.â
Itâs the wrong answer.Â
Solana punches and shoves at him once, twice, three times before she stands up from the bed, ranting in Spanish the entire time, the sound of the bathroom door slamming as he closes his eyes and curses lowly.Â
âBaby, was that a no?â
âROMAN!â
Not a word is said. The only sound that fills the Reigns family living room is the volume of the TV turned low and Dulce in the corner playing with one of her squeaky toys, turned away from the unexpected emergency family meeting.
Lina, Leya, and Tama all sit on one sofa. The oldest with her hands squeezing the edge of the sofa. Tama kicking his legs up and down. Leya holding onto her latest Build-A-Bear that Roman gifted her when he took the girls out two weekends ago so that Solana could spend time with the boys.Â
Meanwhile, Solana sits next to her husband who is leaned back into the sofa with his arms crossed. A position that indicates a level of nonchalance thatâs the polar opposite of his wife who is perched on the edge of the sofa, hands folded gracefully on her knees.
âWell.â She eventually clears her throat, kickstarting the conversation no parent ever wants to have. âI knowâŠ.I know you guys must have questions.â
Of course they do. At seven and six, the oldest set of kids, coined the OGâs of their siblings, are never short of questions to issue to one or both parents. Leya being the exception. Sheâs not as vocal as her siblings, often preferring to ask hers in the form of little notes, diary entries, and whispers that follow the tug of a sleeve.Â
Sheâs like Solana. Quiet and reserved.
Lina and Tama couldnât be any more opposite.
The eldest boy the first to ask, continuing to kick, his eyes ever so often drifting to the TV. âWhat were you doing?âÂ
Itâs only one of many questions to follow, however, as Lina purses her lips together. She reaches to push back a curl thatâs just one of several to slip out of the bun she did herself this morning, wanting to try to do her hair on her own. A valiant effort with a subpar outcome. âAnd why were you guys naked?â
âAre all your clothes dirty, mami?âÂ
âDid the clothes fairy take all your clothes?â
âIs it because weâre poor now?â
âFucking hell,â Roman curses lowly. Solana subtly shifts her right thigh into his leg, the closest thing she can do without actually shoving him in front of their children who are hitting them with a number and variety of questions they werenât fully prepared for. Obviously. âNo, weâre not poor, son.âÂ
âBabies.â Solana manages a small smile despite the way her stomach is in knots and has been in knots from the moment the door opened and revealed her in the midst ofâŠ.riding. âMommy and daddyâŠ..weâŠ..well, we were playing a game.â
Lina tilts her head to the side, and Tama frowns, as if not following. Leya is the only one whoâs remained silent, allowing her siblings to be her voice as she gently caresses the lilac mane of her stuffed animal. âIs that why you were sitting on top of daddy?â
Solana feels like her body is on fire. Like she accidentally hit the heat on the thermostat this morning instead of the AC. She can only imagine how flustered and reddened her face must be.
This is a mess.
âYes,â she manages. How? She hasnât the slightest clue. Similar to how sheâs not entirely sure how to explain said game to her children who havenât even hit double digits yet.
âWhatâs the game called?â
Thankfully, a lifeline is thrown as Roman decided to enter the discussion, saving his wife from Linaâs follow-up. âItâs not for kids.â
Tamaâs frown deepens at the answer, his confusion written all over his adorable face. At six, he still holds a level of baby fat. Chubby cheeks and thicker limbs with a head full of hair and the best hugs for his mama. âThe game is called Itâs Not For Kids?â
Roman leans forward and shakes his head. âNo, Iâm saying the game we were playing isnât for kids.â
Lina tilts her head to the side. âHow come?â
âWeâll tell you when youâre older.â
âHow old?â
âVery old.â
âLike you?â
Roman opens his mouth, clearly to say some smart shit back to his smartass son only to quickly pivot. He looks over at his wife, his deep voice gruff and almost murmured, âdonât ask me to have no more goddamn kids.â
âRoman.â
Lina giggles. From a baby, sheâs always been most entertained by Romanâs potty mouth. Heâd be going off on someone over the phone as the girls sat with him in his office, in their matching bouncers, because theyâve always wanted to be by him, and sheâd be smiling and babbling away. What he always feared causing them to fear him has always been the side of him that Lina especially has found most entertaining. âDaddy, you said a bad word.â
âItâs cause heâs old,â Tama supplies, leaning over and grabbing his feet as he explains to his sisters, âuncle Dwayne said old people can say bad words.âÂ
Lina nods with agreement, as if the explanation unlocked the part of her brain thatâd temporarily forgotten such important information. âThatâs why mommy doesnât say bad words. Cause sheâs not old.â
Roman, however, has shifted from one question to another, finally landing on the one thatâs the most pressing following their short exchange. He frowns. âHow old do yaâll think I am?â
Tama doesnât miss a beat answering with a straight face and utmost confidence. â105.â
Solanaâs quiet gasp beside him is only partially registered as his eyes widen. âA hundredââ Roman runs his hand over his face, stroking at his beard heâs almost certain is going to be entirely white before the end of this conversation. âBoth of yaâll asses are getting taken out my will.â
âRoman!â
âWhatâs a will?â
âSomething only you will be in, Leya,â he answers with an abundance of ease. At this point, her spot is guaranteed. Aria, Nick, Koa, and Kai as well, too. But these other two hellion children of his?
Yeah, they can be taken care of by Solanaâs side of the family.
âThe point here,â Solana steps in, stressing the word âpointâ and clearly wanting to get things back on track. She reaches over, hand on his knee, smile directed towards the sources of the headache Roman can feel brewing. It started when he was so fucking close to coming all in his wife until they decided to be fucking cock blockers. ââis that mommy and daddy were doing what mommies and daddies do, and itâs not for kids, but weâre sorry that you saw us.â
Leya hugs her stuffed animal closer, deciding to break the silence sheâs always comfortable sat in, even from the moment she said her first word. Roman and Solana have always said Leya rests in the quiet because she knows her twin will always fill it for her. For both of them. And God has that been the truth.
âIs that the game that makes babies?â
Still reeling from his disrespectful ass childrenâs ridiculous ass belief regarding his age, Roman is only somewhat paying attention to Leya's question that has Solana looking, once again, like a deer in headlights.
âUmm,â she starts, engaging in the quickest creation, navigation, and finalization of a mental pros and cons list that one can mentally conjure in such a do or die moment. âYâyes. Itâit is.âÂ
Tamaâs face settles into a scowl that is reminiscent, once more, of his father who sits across from him wearing the same expression. A mirror. âYou and daddy play the game a lot.â
âIs that why you have so many babies, mami?â
âSheâs not having any more. I can tell you that much.â
âRoman, please,â Solana hisses, casting him a quick side glare and widening of her eyes that nonverbally implores some sort of request for cooperation vs sabotage.Â
âBut you were just playing it.â
âIt doesnât always make a baby, Lina.â Solana explains, reviving her smile and resisting the urge to elbow her unhelpful husband. âJustâŠ.sometimes.â
âWell, how do youââ
âLook,â Roman cuts in. The shift in his voice, deeper and with a hint of irritation, draws the focus of his kids and his wife. âThe deal is this. When your mom and I are in the room with the door closed and especially with it locked, you guys arenât to come in. We told you before we went upstairs we were going to be busy and to knock if you needed something.â Tama opens his mouth, hence Roman lifting his hand to silence what he already has a rebuttal for. âYou guys wanted something. You didnât need anything, and I donât know how the hell you can get bored when we got this big ass house and thereâs three of you.â
âYour dad is right, babies.â Solana sighs. She runs her thumb over Romanâs knee, adopting a perhaps gentler approach to what is an undisputed truth. âYour bothers and sisters are down for naps. I fixed you lunch not even an hour ago and made snacks. You didnât really need us.â
âBut beyond thatââ Roman gestures between the terror non-twins with his index finger. âYaâll gotta stop with this picking the locks shit. I get that you were young when you first stated doing it and didnât really know better, but you guys are older and should know better by now.â He focuses his gaze especially on the eldest of his unruly children. âAnd I know it was you who taught your brother and sister.â
More Tama than Leya being the student, because Roman has no doubt the most well behaved of his offspring has never utilized any of the criminal like behavior taught by her sister. Sheâs always just been an innocent bystander. An unwilling accomplice.
Confronted with a truth she canât deny, Lina instead pouts and crosses her arms. âBut I already showed Aria and Nic!â
âYou what?â And just like that, Romanâs blood pressure shoots up once more. Or maybe itâs just been up since the kids walked in on them and is just reaching levels previously unknown. âTheyâre only 2 and 3. How the hell did youââ
âWell, donât teach or show them any more, okay?â Solana forces a smile and lifts her hand to caress the back of Romanâs neck, fingers brushing against the soft curls and making gentle circular motions near his scalp. A small, subtle but helpful act that always helps to calm him down, which is evidently needed given these damn kids are two more questions or statements away from giving him a stroke.Â
Tama is the first to fold, giving a dramatic sigh while looking at Sol. âOkay, mami.âÂ
âI wonât do it anymore,â Lina also concedes, shoulders dropping as Leya reaches over to take her hand, offering a small smile.
Itâs a sweet gesture, but Roman is still confused. âNow why the hell couldnât yaâll just listen when I saââ
A semi loud buzzing sound redirects focus and causes Solanaâs hand to drop from its soothing position to lean over and grab her phone. Roman peers down as she taps her fingers quickly and pulls up a familiar screen. The app that connects to the baby monitors in all of the younger kids rooms. The inside of NicolĂĄs room with his small body sitting up in the middle of his bed, still swaddled in his Cars themed bedding. Rubbing his eyes, his dark hair ruffled and a small frown on his face, Solana hits the volume just in time for a soft âmommyâ to fill the living room.
âNickyâs up,â she says more to the kids than her husband. Locking the phone and reaching it to Roman, she stands up, his eyes briefly shifting to the back of her ass thatâs curved and sitting perfectly in her skin tight shorts. âMommyâs gotta go check on Nicky, but you guys can ask daddy any more questions you have.â
Itâs that last sentence, however, that stops Roman from licking his lips and reaching to palm his wifeâs nice, round ass and instead look up at her with a shade of bewilderment. âWait, what?â
Solana turns and leans over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, whispering quickly, âyou got this, papi.â
His jaw tightens. âSolââ
Another peck to the corner of his mouth before sheâs walking out to tend to their middle son.Â
That leaves just him with the eldest three.
The OGâs.Â
Except the time for them bombarding him with question after question, most of which he knows he canât answer even remotely as well as his wife, is over as he has his own question.Â
âHow old do you think your mom is?â
Roman is far from a stupid man. His wife being ten years his junior comes at little surprise to no one. Solana, in his opinion, has always looked a bit on the younger side. A youthful face that hasnât changed much since the first time he laid eyes on her. Thus, he expects the guess to be on the lower end of the number spectrum.
He just couldnât have anticipated how low.
â25.â
His jaw drops just a few inches, gaze locked between Terror Child 1 and Terror Child 2. â25?â He could see it. Sure. Again, not even forty, sheâs far from old, and unlike himself, hasnât a gray hair in sight. But itâs the large gap in age guesses that has him puzzled.Â
Lina nods with a big smile. âUncle Dwayne said you bought mommy from the mommy store because she was a sweet young thing.â
âYeah!â Tama adds enthusiastically, sharing his own horror story that has Romanâs fingers burning and itching to call and cuss out his fucking stupid ass cousin. âAnd cousin Zilla said you love mommy a lot cause sheâs got a gyat.â Tama frowns looking between his sisters and then Roman before ultimately shrugging with defeat. âBut we donât know what any of that means.â
âThey said they'll tell us when weâre older.â Leya offers the final statement with a small, innocent smile and gentle squeeze of her sisterâs hand before she hugs her stuffed animal once more.
Meanwhile, Roman is back to square one. On the verge of a stroke.
Thereâs so much to process. So much to digest. First things first, heâs cussing out both Dwayne and Zilla. Probably firing the latter cause what the fuck?
âSo let me get this straight.â Brows caved, tossing her phone on the sofa to the side of him, Roman is all hand gestures and deep scowl as he tries to make sense of the nonsense. âYou think your mom is 25, but Iâm 105ââ
â106,â Lina interjects. âYou just had another birthday when mommy was talking.â
Tama nods, face just as serious as his voice while he clarifies as if itâs the most obvious thing, âold people grow up really faster.â
Roman closes his eyes.
These. Fucking. Kids.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, leaning back into the sofa, head back as he tries to count backwards from 10. Or 100. âGo to your rooms.â
The chorus of their giddy laughter is the backdrop to his misery. How the fuck did he end up with two such fucking nightmares of children? Itâs like they spend time figuring out ways to drive him fucking mad.Â
He keeps trying to tell Solana those two are gonna send him to an early grave, but she doesnât believe him.
Bet sheâll believe it when heâs on his deathbed, and sheâs holding his hand while the fucking Joker and Harley Quinn are standing at the edge of said deathbed asking when the bank closes.
Thoughts of revisiting the previously abandoned discussion of boarding school are interrupted when Roman feels movement. He snaps his head forward only to be met with Leya reaching for his arm as she climbs onto the sofa. Her stuffed animal set in the same spot where Solana previously sat. Itâs the twinkle in her eyes, however, and the way she almost nervously lifts her hand to his face, that give him pause. Her small palm pressing gently against his cheek. The smile that grows as his beard no doubt tickles her before she leans over and wraps her arms around his neck. Just like that, all the tension and frustration melt away.
Whatâs left is the peace and calm. His hand on the small of her back as he returns her gesture when she pulls back just enough to look at him. Roman pushes her curls out of her face, seeing so much of Solana in her. Beyond just appearance. Leya inherited every bit of her mother, including Solanaâs uncanny ability to soothe him on his darkest days.Â
But something tugs in his chest as he stares at her. He sees those same eyes that stared back at him with innocent wonder the first time he held her. This tiny human being who he was secretly terrified of dropping or holding too tight. Not keeping his hand in the right spot to support her neck. So many concerns and worries thatâve calmed slightly but will always remain to some degree.
And it baffles him. How quickly time has passed.
Seven. Lina and Leya are now seven.Â
It feels like only yesterday he and Solana were bringing the girls home for the first time, and now he can recall the way they crowded their parents when Koa and Kai were carried through the front door for the first time.
Itâs fucking surreal.Â
He opens his mouth to return her sentiment, the I love you, daddy she murmured in Samoan as he reflected on time that seems to be moving much too quick for his likening.Â
And then the fucking deviants.
âHappy birthday, daddy!â Lina shouts happily, running into the living room and jumping on the sofa, as Leya giggles and leans into him. âYou just turned 107!â
Tamasa, of course, is not far behind, instead standing before him with his head titled, tossing up and down the football thatâs not that much bigger than his head with practiced ease. âDo you need a cane now?â
âI'm putting you two up for adoption.â
Roman big ass just sitting there useless đ thatâs why those deviants are his karma













