#acknowledge me

cw: impact play, edging, sub!naoya, n*oya as his own warning, drool, dumbification, degradation, anal play, hair pulling, dacryphilia, naoya with guyliner (it makes sense in my head ok), lowercase intended, not rlly proofread

wc: 1.2k

A/N: wow there are a LOT of tags but idgaf because this man deserves only the worst

you're feeling awfully regretful about your decision to take in naoya after maki damn near put his ass in the dirt. throughout his stay, he'd been nothing short of a headache. always bitching and whining about every little thing. how you cleaned his wounds, the food you gave him, even the kind of bed he slept on. his repeated name calling was really the straw that broke the camel's back, though.

"could you take any longer with that cleaning, bitch?"

"tch. of course you can't dress wounds properly. useless whores like you are only used for producing heirs in my clan." his clan that was completely solo'd by maki, by the way. you held your tongue about that, knowing it would send him into another hissy fit.

you could only take so much of his misogynistic ramblings, however. you were checking on a pair of stiches when he went off in a tangent about how women were falling out of 'natural order' by joining male jujutsu sorcerers to fight. you didn't even realize when your hand went down across his cheek.

naoya's head snapped to the side, the force of your slap leaving a stinging red mark across his face. his shock was almost laughable, if it weren't for the other reaction you caught.

a blush raced up his neck and cheeks, only adding to the amusing nature of the scene. yet, despite his scowl, you saw his cock twitching to life between his legs. you raise a questioning eyebrow, unable to control the slight quirk of your lips when you noticed.

"something wrong, zenin?" your voice is sugary sweet, sarcastic to anyone with a working brain, but practically a bed filled with rose petals to a touch starved naoya.

"the fuck? nothings wrong with me, woman. hurry up, its starting to sting." his voice was pitched up an octave, and his words trembled like it took force to get them out. you refrain from laughing in his face, sensing an opportunity for some retribution here.

"is that so? then why are you getting hard after i slap you, bitch? don't tell me you're getting turned on by a lowly woman putting you in your place." your sweet tone fades, a sneer curling smug and lingering on your features. naoya's face drops, hot shame and arousal filling his face. his plush thighs squeeze together at the degradation, only putting more friction to his now dripping cock.

you don't allow him the liberty of an answer, though. your eager hands flip him face down, holding his hips in the air. the dumbass starts getting excited, already squirming and trying to rub his cock on the nearest surface. you don't bother holding back your laughter as you land a forceful smack! to his ass.

naoya whines, lifting his head up from the pillow to look back at you dazedly.

"spanking me? what am i, 5-"

you cut off his protest with another swat to his backside. that little noise makes it's way out of his mouth again, only further egging you on.

"you slut. i can't believe you spend all that time insulting me when you get off on spanking of all things." you mock him while carelessly untying his kimono, discarding it somewhere around the room. you're left with naoya's milky pale skin, some of it blushing pink due to your force. your shameless appraisal only serves to humiliate him further, making him bury his face into the pillow again.

you briefly tsk upon seeing him hide in the sheets, reaching a hand out to yank his head up. his eyes are unfocused and glossy, his face hot 'n flushed because of your teasing. he frowns at your gleeful smile, clearly not enjoying being under you like this. he opens his mouth again, only to be interrupted by a third smack to the ass. he cries out at this one, clearly growing more sensitive.

"count, bitch. maybe if you do a good job at that, i'll let you cum." you preen at him, returning to hitting him.

"one! two! t-ngh-three!" he's almost incoherent by the time you get to twenty, tears and drool soaking the pillows. you cringe lightly, pulling his head back up and seeing his teary face. a far cry from the arrogant piece of shit you normally have the pleasure of dealing with.

you might like this version better.

unfortunately, you're snapped out of your thoughts to the sound of naoya practically pleading with you to make him come.

"i've been so good, p-please let me come? i'll be quiet, i promise!" his babbling fell on deaf ears, a sick idea forming in your mind. you reach around and gently squeeze his weeping cockhead. it was almost purple, and the veins running uip his underside were bulging from how long he'd been denied.

tears spill from along his lash line, and his eyes rolllll back when you finally start stroking him. your skilled hands pump him quickly, only stopping to smear the pearls of pre beading at his head. at this point, naoya had streaked the eyeliner you didn't know he wore, soft whines of nothing leaving him as he bucked his hips into your touch.

"eyeliner? thought you said facial modifications was feminine slop with no real world value." god, the mere memory of that conversation had you delivering another slap across his face. for such a misogynistic asshole, he's more like a woman that he wants to believe.

"i'm sorry! f-fuck please let me come, need it s'bad-" he's already so close, tummy clenching and back arching like a pornstar. he was so attractive it was irritating. it feels like your hands are twisting just right, and then it...

stops.

naoya wails, sounding heartbroken. his hands scrabble at the bedding, barely getting the words out between the hiccuping and crying.

"w-why'd you stop? was so close!" his broken sentences make you laugh, petting his hair to somewhat soothe his crying.

"you didn't think that after all the trouble you caused me, i would let you come that easy? you must be dumber than i thought." you taunt him, just grazing the underside of his cock. he can only sob harder into his soaked pillow.

your eyes roamhim hungrily, finally resting on his plush, pink hole. it was clenching around nothing, damn near begging to be filled. you don't bother hesitating. you lean over and spit directly onto his entrance.

the blonde jolts at the new feeling, looking back at you with curiosity and a hint of fear in his eyes. ignoring him, you use your middle finger to smear the saliva around, lightly dipping inside. that small intrusion makes naoya howl, a fresh wave of tears making tracks down his face. you wisely decide not to open that can of worms. not today, anyway.

"i'm not letting you come until you apologize for your damn attitude." you tut at him, at least trying to get something out of this.

"i promise! i'll be so good, won't ever talk back again." he starts rambling quick, so you wrap your hand around his dick again to shut him up.

"thankyouthankyouthankyou-" he cries out, desperately humping your hand.

the sight of naoya zening crying face down is a ver healing sight for you, you think. you speed up, moving another hand down to play with his velvety sac.

apparently, that must have been the last straw for him, considering he came on the spot. he's screaming, warm ropes of white staining his thighs, stomach, and even your hand. you gather all his spend, and stick your fingers in his mouth.

his tongue swirls around them, too fucked out to even register what's happening to him.

He looks good in white but I think we can all agree he looks even hotter in Black

☁️ pairing: black fem reader x roman reigns

☁️ warning: MDNI, smut, kitchen sex, holding a mango in your mouth as he eats you out, filling you up so much that you leak on the floor you nasty motherfucker, mind you… all this because you’re wearing his shirt, dirty talk while he in that *CENSORED*

☁️ summary: you in his shirt, eating his mangoes… his last container of mangoes at that. you give him a slight attitude, so he fuck you.

☁️ a/n: i told you in the wip, this was going to get published today. this was so good, i lost track of time, and finished a few minutes ago… this isn’t proofread, but i don’t think there’s any mistakes… but if there’s are excuse it.

also get into the line divider. shits soooo cute to me.

also check the wip still if you haven’t, more info about my upcoming writing.

It wasn’t like you were trying to be sexy.

You just grabbed the first shirt you saw– the shirt he was planning to wear today, but he swapped out for a different shirt last minute. It smelled like him. You rushed back to the bathroom and took a shower.

After you are done with your shower, you get dressed– no bra, no panties, just his shirt. You walk to the kitchen and go in the refrigerator to grab a snack.

It was nothing appeasing to you— protein shakes, hard boiled eggs, chicken, steaks, oatmeal. Roman’s diet wasn’t … your cup of tea. Besides, you didn’t want anything big. You weren’t hella hungry.

Then you see it, a bowl of cut mango—peeled and sliced. You absolutely loved mangos. But these weren’t your mangos. They were his. But he wouldn’t mind if you get some… right?

You start eating the mango slices. You feel like the happiest woman on the Earth right now— sitting on the counter, swinging your legs, enjoying that ripe juicy fruit. You know you have a while to enjoy this, especially since he’s at a meeting for work.

A few mangoes in, you hear the door open and close behind him. You hop off the counter and try to hide the fact you were eating the last container of them.

“Heyy baby.” You say, slowly chewing the mango in your mouth.

“Hey my ass. You eating my mangoes?” He sounds really serious.

Slowly, you turn to close the bowl and slowly turn back to him, “No. No.”

“Mhm.” He walks closer to you, hand on your waist.

He slightly pushes you out of the way to see the bowl of mango slices on the counter. He shakes his head at you and you give him an innocent giggle.

“Those were my last mangoes, baby.” He crosses his arms and stares at you hard.

You suck your thumb and lick your lips, “I’m sorry. It was really good though.”

He just looks at you. His shirt showing off your curves. The hem of it shows the top of your thighs. Since you have no bra on, he could see your nipples are hard underneath.

“So you're wearing my shirt? Eating my mangoes. You think you run shit now?” His voice is low and very dangerous.

But the look in his eyes? Starving. And not for no damn mango.

“Maybe I do.” You shrug and you turn your back away from him to eat another slice.

You bend over on the counter and enjoy the juicy fruit. You turn back around and wipe the juice off your chin in his face. His jaw clenches hard.

“You're real bold today.” He places his hand on your waist again. “Seems like to me, you need me to fuck that lil attitude you got out of you.”

You don’t flinch— just laugh and turn back around to pop another slice in your mouth and wipe the juice off the corner of your mouth in his face again.

He doesn’t move at first. He just watches you with darkened eyes. The fact you looked back at him as if you’re so innocent and haven't done anything wrong— so bold, daring even.

You’re playing with fire— and you don't care if it burns.

With no words or warning, he picks you up and places you on the counter— legs clamp onto the counter as well. He spreads your legs open. His finger rubs your slick folds.

“Look at you, dripping more than that mango and I barely even touched you.” He whispers under his breath.

You gasp as you feel his lips on your collarbone. His other hand rubs on your thigh, building more pressure in your body.

“Here’s what we are going to do? Since you think you run shit and you can eat my fruit.” He smirks, “Open your mouth.” He demands you.

You follow him and your lips part away from each other. He grabs a mango slice and places it in your mouth.

“You’re not allowed to bite it or drop it. You do, I stop. Understand?”

You shake your head yes. He gets another mango slice and rubs it on your body— your neck, your breast, your stomach, and your inner thighs. He smiles and eats the mango in your face, wiping the juice off his lips with a finger and sucks it.

“Oh yeah. I’m about to have fun with you.”

He nibbles and bites the areas he rubs the mango on— starting with your neck to your breasts, then your stomach to your thighs. He marks your thighs up, just to kiss the bruise afterwards. His fingers are still rubbing your folds, getting his fingers more and more covered in your slick.

You try to hold still as he replaces his fingers with his mouth. His tongue swirls around your clit as his mouth sucks on you. You arch your back and close your eyes— almost dropping the mango.

He pulls back a bit and looks up at you, “Don’t drop that mango. You don’t want me to stop, don’t you?”

He gives you a teasing smile and resumes eating. You let out a muffled moan as you throw your head back. He pulls you closer to his face and grips the back of your thighs—chilling like he has nowhere else to be but in between your thighs.

He dives back in— flattening his tongue to give you long and slow licks on your clit, enough to drive you mad. Then he starts sucking it, making your thighs twitch in his hand. He won’t let you move, though.

You hear him groan— loving the taste of you. You grab his hair and pull him deeper to your core. The juices from the mango slide to your corners of your mouth and he sees it.

“Don’t drop it baby.” He mumbles in your pussy, “I love watching you struggle baby.”

Your hands claw the counter and your breathing gets harder. Your hips start buckling and you feel him smiling as he feels you shaking and trembling all because of him.

“Look at you. You were just being so bold, now you’re a mess.”

His words vibrate on your clit, your eyes close fast and there’s a cry stuck in your throat, but he doesn’t care. Then, he sucks your clit just right and it hits you.

Your body jerks, your legs shaking as you come. But that mango? Still in your mouth.

He groans again in your pussy, now intoxicated from the taste of your cum. He finally pulls off of you a few minutes later. His eyes are low and glistening. His beard is completely covered in you.

“Such a good girl.” He says.

Then his mouth meets yours in a needy kiss. He places his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him. He pushes his tongue past your lips, and he takes the mango out your mouth and eats it.

“Mm… you taste way better than the mango, to be honest.” He teases you again.

You just look at him, pleased and shocked by his actions. Your chest is still rising up and down fast as you’re trying to catch your breath.

He grips your thighs and picks you up as he lays another sloppy kiss on you. He hikes up his shirt to expose your breast. Then you feel your back on the cold refrigerator, you moan in his mouth.

He pulls away and starts unbuckling his pants and lets them fall to his ankles, along with his boxers.

“Joe.” You shake your head, “I don’t think I can take anymore. That one was … a lot.”

He chuckles and smirks at you, “I don’t care, baby girl.”

Your eyes widen as you feel him push inside you slowly. Your head falls back on the fridge, “Fuck…”

His hand wraps around your waist as he goes deeper inside you. He kisses your neck and makes some marks. You start scratching his back.

You two just started and it’s already too much for you. You try to push him away.

“Joe, I—fuck! I can’t take it.” Your voice trembling like your legs.

“Yes, you can, baby. Yes, you can.” He whispers on your neck and starts kissing all the bruises on your neck. “Look at how good you’re taking me now.”

He pulls you back down hard on him, “You are taking me so well.”

The kitchen is filled with your moans and whimper. The sound makes Joe excited. Eventually, you start taking his dick. Of course, he praises you about it.

“First, you get bold and wear my shirt, eat my fruit, and talk back to me. Telling me you can’t take this dick?”

He slowly pulls out. You whimper at the empty feeling he leaves with for a split second. He grips your ass and pushes back in deep.

“Now look at you, like the little slut you are. Taking all of my dick.”

You choke on your breath as he starts pounding you. You wrap your legs up and pull him closer and close your eyes as he hits that spot. He grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks.

“Open them. Eyes on me. Look at who is fucking this pussy good.” He demands you.

Your eyes flutter open and you look at the man who is beating your pussy out the frame. You’re getting dizzy, but you didn’t care— the pleasure is too good.

“Joe… Joe.” You whimper his name— nothing else follows.

“That pussy about to make a mess for me?”

You nod your head yes— that’s not enough for him.

“I need words baby. Is that pussy about to make a mess for me?” He grumbles.

Your moan is airy— soft and light, “Yes, yes Joe. I’m going to cum.”

You tighten up around his dick, pulling him even closer to your body.

You cry and twitch as you come again. The sound music to his ears—he thrusts one last time, deep inside you. He groans loudly as he comes inside, giving you every last drop. He stays inside you for a while. You both panting hard on each other’s skin.

He pulls out slowly and watches as you start leaking out. You look at him like he is crazy.

“What the hell possessed you to do all that?” You look at him.

He chuckles, “You look good as hell in my shirt, baby.” He kisses your forehead.

He lets you off the refrigerator and makes you clean your own mess off the floor as he runs a nice warm bath for the two of you. He showers you with kisses and washes you off. You relax as you don’t have to lift a finger.

Omgggg 5 years difference & THE MAN GOT FINER!! LIKE GOT DAMNNNNNN ROMAN REIGNS! It’s not fair 😝🫣💦

Pt.1

MASTERLIST🎀

Pairing| Roman Reigns x Black!Reader

Summary| A quick little vacation never hurt .

Disclaimer | I do not own any of the pictures used, credits go to the rightful owners. Please do not take my work and post it on any other website or platform. Likes, Reblogs,and comments are always welcome. Enjoy.

Warnings| None!

AN: Hey yall! This one is a little short to allow part 2 to be longer ! Enjoy

Divider Credits: @leilakittya

You were in you and Romans shared office in your guys shared house. You were working on sending out some emails and working on other business related things when you heard a knock on your door and then you seen Roman step into the room with a smile plastered along his face. He walks over and sits down in the chair facing your desk.

You give him a quick smile and instantly look back at your screen, your fingers quickly moving across the keyboard every so often stopping to move the mouse.

“So you can’t stop what you doing for a second,Y/N” He said while leaning back in his chair shaking his head at your concentration.

“I smiled at you bae, what more do you want me to do” you say with a slight chuckle still focusing on the computer screen.

“Okay I see how it is, do I have to beg for a couple minutes of your time” He said while moving the mouse away from you just as you were about to grab it.

You let out a sigh, resting your head on your hand showing him a sarcastic smile

“Alright, is this better now? You have my full attention now” you stated

“Damn it took you long enough,baby. Anyways, all I came in here to say is to leave this alone and go pack a suitcase, we’re leaving in about a hour and a half” He said, he got up and started to walk towards the office door.

His words were almost too much for you to process. You let out a laugh because of the shock and the randomness of it all.

“Wait, wait wait” you say while pushing back from your seat and raising up out your seat.

“You can’t just say that and walk away. Are you dead serious or are you fooling around with me” you ask while walking towards him grabbing onto his biceps and forcefully turning him around to face you.

“Do I look like I’m joking, bae? Leave all that work alone and go pack your bag” He said while wrapping his arm around your waist and walking you out of the office and moving you towards your guys bedroom.

You stand looking at him for a while and all you could do is smile and laugh at the shock of it all. The shock was soon taken over by excitement, you quickly made your way to your closest and grabbed your suitcase throwing all kinds of clothes and accessories into it. You grabbed all kinds of jewel placing it into a small pouch to keep in your purse. After packing all the things you needed, you made your way downstairs and into the living room to find Roman and when you did he was already there, sitting on the couch with his bags packed.

“The car will be here in about 7 minutes babe” He says while looking at the watch on his wrist.

You rest your bags down and make your way over to him sitting on his lap wrapping your arms around his neck

“Okay, since your ass wanna be all spontaneous, do you wanna at least tell me what’s going on”you ask him with curiosity.

He lets out a small laugh, rubbing his hands up and down your back

“Why should i tell you it took me long enough to get your attention off that damn computer” He said.

“Come on babe, tell me quit all that teasing” you say eager to know what the hell is going on.

“We are going to Vegas for a quick little vacation. You’ve been too caught up in all that work and you clearly needed a break” He said while looking at you.

He wasn’t wrong. He knows how much you like to hold things down not only for him but also for yourself. You’ve been talking about going on vacation for the longest while but with both of you busy schedules you weren’t counting on it. But leave it to Roman to figure it out.

“Boy you are something else. I don’t even know what to say”you say before pressing kisses to his lips

“There’s no need to say anything, I just want you to enjoy to vacation, bae”