#mangoes

Still Life No. 19

☁️ 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.

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