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The air in the arena always tasted the same. It was a cocktail of stale beer, ozone, recycled air conditioning, and fear. Mostly fear. 

I sat on the leather couch in my private locker room, the distinct, rhythmic tapping of Paul Heyman’s fingers against his phone screen serving as the only soundtrack to my thoughts. The Universal Championship rested on the table in front of me. It was heavy, gold, and cold. It was the physical manifestation of everything I had sacrificed, every piece of my soul I had carved away to build the island of relevancy. 

"Tribal Chief," Paul’s voice broke the silence, soft and obsequious. "The production meeting ran long. They are ready for your entrance in twenty minutes." 

I didn’t look at him. I kept my eyes on the title. "Where is Jey?" 

"Jey is... handling a family matter. He will be at Gorilla." 

I nodded slowly. Handling a family matter. That phrase used to mean something different. It used to mean barbecues and birthdays. Now, it meant mitigating damage. It meant silencing dissent. It meant ensuring that the hierarchy remained undisputed. 

I stood up, adjusting the cuffs of my track jacket. The room felt too small suddenly. "I’m going for a walk." 

Roman Reigns is the most dominant Universal Champion of all time. He got his shit done in the ring, and could get his point across on the mic. The one thing he couldn't do, however, was have the girl of his dreams.

Y/N was 26 years old, and currently the Smackdown Women's Champion. At a record setting 376 days as champion, she had it all. She was beautiful, smart, and Roman had been hooked since the day they first met.

The only problem was, she had a boyfriend. No one liked him. He was possessive, and controlling of her. Roman saw it, and so did everyone else.

She was never allowed to hang out with any of the male superstars unless they were with their partner. Roman was single, and so he rarely got the chance to see her.

What Roman doesn't know though, is that Y/N looks at him the same way he does her. Roman was built by the gods, she assumes. With his long black hair, muscles for days, that smile. Good lord did she love that smile.

She also admired his work ethic. The way he carried himself was something she had hoped she could he one day. The confidence he oozed was something she had been working on herself.

Today, marked Roman's 500th day as champion, and she wanted to celebrate with him. Tonight would be the perfect night considering her boyfriend was out of state for some work related thing which she knew was cover for him fucking someone else. She didn't care though. She's wanted out of the relationship for a good while now.

She had just entered the arena for Smackdown when she saw him. He was in his classic joggers with his Jordan's strapped to his feet, and his "Needle Mover" shirt on. His hair was thrown up in a bun, and he was talking with Jimmy and Jey.

As if he knew she had entered the room, his head turns in her direction. He smiles at her, giving her a small wave before entering his locker room, alone.

She knocks on the door, and enters once he stated a simple "Come in." He seemed shocked to see her, but then a smirk is placed on his face. "Y/N, this is a surprise."

"I wanted to come congratulate you on your 500th day as champ." She smiles innocently, but her eyes raked him up and down.

"Thank you." He smiles at her, and she steps forward.

"Are you celebrating tonight?" She asks him, and again, he looks surprised.

"Yeah, a few of us are going to my place tonight for drinks. I'd love for you to come, if you can."

"I'll be there." She says, and he doesn't want to get his hopes up. Her boyfriend always managed a way to keep her from her friends.

"It's at 8, but you can show up whenever."

"Great. Should I bring anything?" She asks, and he shakes his head.

"Just yourself. Maybe an overnight bag in case we all get too drunk." He says, and she feels herself blush.

"I'll do that then."

And so she did. She got there about thirty minutes early, and Roman showed her to the guest room. "I'm really glad you're here." He grabs her hand, and she blushes. "I may not let you go."

"I may just let you keep me." She whispers, and he smirks at her.

They move to the living room as everyone starts right get there, and she sits down next to Roman. He hands her another drink, and she could feel herself start to relax. "I think you should stay the night." Roman whispers in her ear.

"Okay." She whispers back, and he smirks at her. Her heart was beating fast because she knew what was coming. After a long time, it would be happening.

Her phone begins to buzz, and she looks down to see it's him. Shit. You know what? No. He isn't going to ruin her night. Sure, she would pay for it later but who the fuck cares? "You alright?" Roman asks her, rubbing her thigh.

"All good." She looks at him, and downs the rest of her drink. She turns her phone off, and sticks it in her pocket.

She doesn't remember the last time she's had this much fun between being able to be as close to Roman as she wants to laughing at stories everyone was telling. She really missed all of this.

She helped Roman clean up, and when he started to shut off all the lights and lock the doors, she knew it was time.

They make it upstairs, and she grabs her bag and changes in the bathroom before joining Roman in his room. He had dimmed the lights, and he had changed I to just a pair of Grey joggers.

He shuts the door behind her, and turns the TV on. Her anxiety growing stronger as he turns to look at her. "You don't want him. Do you?" He asks her, and she shakes her head. "Who do you want?"

"You." She whispers, and he smirks at her. "I'm sorry it's taken me so long." He pulls her towards him and he brings his face down to hers.

"You're here now." He whispers, and tucks her hair behind her ear. Her eyes look up at his, and he runs his thumb over her bottom lip. "Once I do what I'm about to do to you, there's no turning back. You'll be mine."

"I want to be yours." She whispers at him, and he closes the distance between them. His lips finally on hers, and she quickly responds. He backs her up, until her the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. He pulls at her shorts, and she steps out of them before he moves her to sit down on the edge of the bed.

He drops down to his knees while she sat there, and his lips attack her neck, and she throws her head back. Again he breaks the kiss to remove her shirt which displayed no bra. "I've never been on my knees for a woman before." He grunts into her neck. "But for you, I'd do anything."

He rips her panties in half before removing them completely. "You're going to forget everything about him." He dips down, and presses his lips to each of her thighs, and her hand already goes into his hair. His eyes don't leave hers when he finally makes contact where she needed him the most.

His tongue felt good down there. She had dreamed this so many times and now she had this man on his knees for her. He dipped down to tease her hole before dragging his tongue back up to her clit. He slides his finger inside of her, and then another. He hums against her, making shivers go down her body. She yanks on his hair which made him grunt against her pussy and she began to squirm.

"Roman." She gasped, and his eyes flick up to her face, watching her as she spasms, the orgasm taking over her entire body.

He licks her clean before bringing her mouth to his. "That's ny fucking girl." He groans into her mouth. He stands up to discard his pants, and underwear. She goes to move when he stops her. "I need to feel you around me."

He wraps her legs around him, and brings one of his thighs up onto the corner of the bed. He thrusts into her, and she gasps with how big he is. She whines, and he nods at her. "I know baby. I'm gunna make that ache go away."

He wraps one hand around her throat and begins to thrust in and out of her relentlessly. Her moans were cut off do to him choking her, but fuck did it feel good.

He removes his hand to grab onto her hips, slamming into her repeatedly. "Daddy." She moans, and he fucking loses it. He wraps both hands around her throat this time, and fucks into her.

He watches as her tits bounce up, and down while his cock is driving in and out of her. "Fucking good girl." He groans, and let's go to let her breathe again. He takes his hand and slaps her tits causing her to squeeze him. "You like that? Hmm?"

"I want it to hurt." She confesses, and he scoots them further onto the bed.

"Open your mouth." He pants, and she obliges. He spits into her mouth, and shuts her mouth. "Swallow."

She brings his mouth to hers again. "Can I ride your cock, daddy?" She asks him, and he nods at her.

He pulls out, and lays down on his back. She hovers over him before sinking down. Her hands come down to his chest, and she begins to maneuver herself up, and down. "God it feels good to finally do this." She groans.

"Been thinking about it for a while, baby?" He asks her, and she nods.

"Dreampt about it."

"Yeah? Thought about my cock inside of you while you laid down next to him?"

"Yes daddy."

"Good fucking girl." He begins to thrust up into her. She pulls herself off, and he moves behind her. Her face down into the mattress while her ass was in the air.

He slides back into her, and pulls her up by her hair. She looks in front of them at the mirror, and she smirks at him. "Such a filthy girl. Aren't you, baby?"

"Your filthy girl." She responds, and he breathes a laugh in her ear.

"Damn right you are." He wraps his bicep around her throat, and pounds relentlessly until she is shaking from Cumming so hard. "Want daddy to fill you up?"

"Please." She begs, and he let's her go before pumping her full of his cum. He finally pulls out, and watches as his cum falls out of her.

"Stay there. I'm getting a cloth to clean you up." He does, and does it so delicately before giving her clothes to change in, and she lays down next to him.

He pulls the blanket up over the two of them, and she lays her head on his chest. "He came home early. That's why I turned my phone off."

"Is he going to hurt you?" Roman asks her, and he took her silence as a yes.

"The only reason I never came around before is because I didn't want you to get hurt." She finally confesses to him.

"Well, we will take care of it. You can stay here."

"Roman-"

"Nope. I don't want to hear it." She sighs against him, and he pulls her in for a delicate kiss. "I've been in love with you for years. I'll be damned if I let him hurt you again."

"I love you, too." Her tears begin to fall, and he wipes them away. "So fucking much. It's been so hard."

"I know, baby. But it's almost over. I'll make sure of it." He presses a kiss to her forehead, and they both slowly fall asleep.

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Requested: Yes, by @multimuseshift​

Warnings: Just some fluff and shitty writing. 

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry for taking so damn long to write this, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Maybe it’s worth the wait? I don’t know, let me know! Thank you so much for reading! Please excuse any errors. 

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Sparkling, see-through waves rushed upon the shore, knocking into several people that swam in the water. The sun was slowly setting behind the horizon afar, the sky painted in streaks of orange and purple and pink. A rustling of light wind shook the vegetation slightly, just enough for the leaves to sway back and forth. It was calm and peaceful. 

“What’re you doin’?” A voice asks Joe, breaking him from his thoughts. She sits beside him on one of the other lounge chairs and relaxes back into the wicker setting, a book resting on her knees. 

“Nothing,” he says, his cheeks scrunched up to his eyes and his hand acting as a visor as he does his best to avoid the bright sun and look at his best friend. “How are you liking it so far?” he asks her and takes a swig from his beer bottle. 

“It’s… so much better than I thought. There is just so much love and life here on the island, so much culture,” she praises while happily looking around the beach. “I don’t think I ever want to leave,” she jokes and Joe laughs. 

“I know what you mean,” he smiles. 

Before their plane landed in Samoa, Joe was dead-set on not sparking up anything with anyone. He had a bad breakup with his ex-wife and he planned on staying single for quite some time. A year and a half have gone by and he still wasn’t pushing himself into anything he wasn’t ready for. However, it seemed like cupid had other plans. 

With the love that [Y/n] shared with Joe about his culture and the history of his Samoan dynasty, he was slowly and surely falling head-over-heels for the woman and he didn’t know how to stop it. Don’t get him wrong, he was open to love. But it had to be right, it had to feel right. 

It felt right with [Y/n], as if they were meant to be together on that Island. 

His heart now fluttered with every smile she sent his way and he blushed whenever she teasingly flirted with him the same way they always had before. And the longer they stayed there, the longer she showed passion in what made him, him, Joe fell harder and felt stronger for her. He craved her now, unlike he ever had before. She wasn’t just his best friend anymore, she was… much more to him. 

[Y/n] used to be a side character in his story, just how any other best friend to the protagonist would be. She was dulled by their friendship and joe didn’t realize how brightly she could shine until now. [Y/n] was now his front and center. 

“The meal that we had at the smoked barbeque last night was beyond amazing,” she smiles. However, Joe isn’t listening to her. He is too focused on his heart hammering away in his chest and the burning drought in his throat. “Why don’t you ever cook for me?” 

“I-I need to tell you something,” he stutters, nervous. Joe swings his legs over the chair and aims his gaze toward her. 

“Okay…” [Y/n] laughs and places her book down on the table in between their chairs. “What’s up?” 

“I…I…” 

“Joe, it’s okay,” she reassures him. “You can tell me anything.” 

“I’m in love with you,” he blurts out. 

His eyes grow wide as the words leave his lips and he stares at her, wishing for her to say something. Moments pass before she speaks up, her eyes full of confusion as they lock onto Joe’s features, searching for any sign of humor. There was none. 

“...What?” 

“I’m in love with you,” he repeats. “Say something, please,” he begs. 

“What am I supposed to say, Joe?” she asks breathlessly. 

“Maybe that you feel the same?” He questions hopefully. “Do you? Do you feel the same?” 

In which Roman wins both titles, and you return in the same night.

"I thought I heard that the iconic Y/N was back." You turn your head at his voice, and sure enough there he was. Both titles on his shoulders. "I was going to come say hi before, but I was prepping for my match."

"Hi, Roman." You smile at him, and hands both his titles to Paul before extending his arms for a hug. You gladly walk into them, and he squeezes you tight. His body was still fresh off his match, but you didn't mind one bit. Neither one of you wanted to be the first one to pull away.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" He asks when he reluctantly pulls away from you.

"Um, I'm not sure, actually. No one has really asked me." You let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, how about we go out for drinks? We have a lot to catch up on." Roman asks, taking your hands in his. His fingers lace within yours, and he waits for your response.

"That sounds good." You agree, and he smiles big.

"Great, let me go get changed, and I'll meet you at your locker room, okay?" He asks you, and you nod at him. He slowly pulls his hands from yours until they drop by your side, and he walks off down the hall, looking back at you once before he disappears completely.

Roman takes you to a bar in a hotel where it's more intimate, and quiet. "I feel underdressed. A normal bar would have been fine." You tell Roman, who looks over at you.

"Nonsense, you look amazing. Besides, where else should the champs go? Hmm? We have three titles between the two of us. That should be celebrated." He says with a wink before bringing his glass up to his lips.

"I suppose you're right." You tell him, and he smiles at you when you bring your glass up to your lips.

"So, how does it feel to be back?" He asks, scooting closer to you. You've known him for years, but he still made you nervous.

"Good, being out with an injury was awful. If it wasn't for you, and a couple others reaching out I probably would have gone crazy." You force out a laugh because it was true. No one really reached out, and it made you feel like the fans wouldn't remember you.

"What is it?" He asks, and you look up at him. His eyebrows scrunched together, and worry etched on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Not a lot of people reached out. I was worried that no one would remember me. It's sounds stupid considering what happened tonight, but I just felt...alone."

"That may be my fault, actually." Roman says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I may or may not have told people not to bombard you with their questions, and apologies. I knew you would be overwhelmed, and I didn't want you to panic. I'm sorry."

"Oh." You stare down at your drink, and process it. "So, it's not because I'm a total loser, then."

"First off, you're not a loser, baby girl. You never have been, and second, yes. It was all my fault so don't hate them." You look up at him, and feel the heat rush to your cheeks when you see him already staring at you.

"I'll let you slide this time I suppose." You tease him, and rest your hand on his that was on his lap. He looks down, and smirks.

"Good." He scoots even closer to you, and rests his left arm behind your head on the booth. You can feel his eyes on you, and he slides his fingers into yours that still laid on his lap. "I really missed you, you know?"

You look up at him, and his face was just inches a few inches from yours. "I missed you, too." You whisper, and the right side of his lips quirk up.

"Do I still make you nervous?" He asks, his confident nature showing through.

"Shut up." You roll your eyes at him, and he laughs lightly at you. "Yes, but only cause it's been a while since I've seen you."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself." He teases you, and roll your eyes at him again until they fall on his half buttoned, silk shirt. "My eyes are up here, you know?" You lightly elbow him in the side, and he laughs before consuming some more of his drink.

"Like you haven't been looking down my dress this whole time, Chief." You tease him back, and he shrugs his shoulders at you.

"Let's get you another drink."

"Trying to get me drunk, Reigns?"

"Just drunk enough."

"For what?" You ask, and it's his turn to get nervous. "There's nothing I would need to be drunk for to do with you."

"You're saying things that make me want to kiss you." He says, and your heart stops momentarily. "Don't seem so shocked. I've always made it known how I feel about you."

"I know, but you've never been so forward about it before." You laugh nervously, and chug the rest of your drink.

"I'm sorry if I threw you off." He says, and you look back up at him. His cologne was strong and smelled so good. His beard trimmed, and his skin so tan. "Can I?"

"Hmm?" You ask, being cut off from your thoughts.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks you, and you have a hard time deciding. You want to, but it would change everything.

"I don't know." You turn away from him. "We've always flirted back and forth. We've joked, and everything, but never acted upon it. What if it changes everything?"

"And would that be such a bad thing?" He asks. "Would it be bad if I asked you out? Started dating?"

"No, I'm just scared." You openly admit. "I know you're a good guy. I've always felt this connection with you, but what if I screw it up? What if I'm not what you wa-" You're cut off by his lips. They're soft against yours, and he holds onto your jaw.

"You talk too much sometimes, sweet girl." He whispers against your lips, and you feel like you're on a high from the taste of him. "Can I kiss you properly this time?" I nod at him, and he slowly pushes his lips against yours again. Your hands lightly grab at his shirt, tugging on it slightly. His strong tongue guides along your lips, and you part them so that he can slide his tongue inside of your mouth.

He kisses you slowly, but intensely, and it has your insides warm. Your fists tighten his shirt more, and he slowly pulls away, pecking you on the lips one more time. "Wow." You breathe out, and Roman smirks at you. His fingers scratching your head, and you lean your head back against his arm.

"We could have been doing that this whole time, baby." Roman teases before grabbing the check, and placing his card down.

"I could have bought the drinks. You're the big winner tonight." You pout at him.

"Oh believe me, darling." He pauses to put his card back in his wallet. "I'm definitely winning tonight. Now, come on, and let's get you home."

You couldn't stop thinking about last night. The drinks, the flirting, and the kiss. The kiss. You've dreamed about sharing a kiss like that with Roman, and if he didn't have Raw today, you would have invited him to stay the night.

It was about 2:00 in the afternoon when you heard someone ring your doorbell. You go to answer it, and it's him. "Roman? I thought you had Raw tonight?"

"I do. I did my workouts and stuff this morning, and I'm last on the show so I had a few hours to kill, and so I decided to stop by. I hope that's okay, I brought us some snacks."

"Of course it's okay." You close the door behind him, and follow him into the living room. "What all are you doing for the show tonight?"

"Just a quick promo at the end of the show. We will do more on Friday."

"Well, I'll see you at work then. I'll be making my smackdown women's champion debut. I'm so excited." You tell him, and he smiles at you. "So, do you have any regrets about last night?"

"Not a single one." He tells you, confidently and it causes you to blush. "Come here." He beckons you over, and you make your way over to him. He rubs his nose against yours, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip before pushing his lips against yours. You immediately part your lips, and his tongue takes over yours. His hands cupping your jaw while yours fists his shirt in your hands.

He pulls away all too soon, and you clear your throat. "If you keep kissing me like that, I won't be able to control myself." He tells you, and takes a seat on the couch.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." You tease him, and sit down next to him.

"I don't think you understand how much I have to contain myself around you."

"Oh, please." You roll your eyes at him, and shove his chest. "Have you seen yourself?" You lean over, and press your lips to his, but pull away quickly.

"No one likes a tease." He comments, and you laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Says the Tribal Chief." You quirk your eyebrow up, and he pulls you into his lap. His hands resting on your thighs, and your skin burns beneath his touch.

"Is that your way of acknowledging me?" He asks, and you bite down on your lip.

"No, but I can think of another way." You tell him, and slide your hand down his chest, over his stomach until you reach the waistband of his joggers. "Will you let me show you?" Your hands dip into his boxers, and his chest rises up and down.

"You don't have to do this, babe. I promise you." He says, wrapping his hand around your wrist.

"I want to." You tell him, and his brown eyes have turned black. You know he wants it. "Let me acknowledge you like no one else ever has, my undisputed champ."

"Fuck." He groans, and his hand slips from my wrist. "Come here real quick." He pulls your face to his, and smashes his lips against yours. His lips quickly trail down your jaw, and down your neck. "You drive me fucking insane."

You run your hips over his growing bulge, and he leans his head back onto the back of the couch. His hands grip onto your ass, and he guides you along. You bend down to attach your lips to his neck, and he slides his hands underneath the shirt you were wearing.

You move away from him to pulls his joggers down, and he watches you intently. His briefs are pulled down right after, and you fully sink down to your knees. You look up at him, and smirk while letting your spit dribble down onto him, and your rub it over his head, and begin to stroke him. You take your tongue, and trace all around him before finally wrapping your lips around him.

It doesn't take him long to put his hand on your hand, tangling his hand in your hair, and tugging ever so slightly. "Y/N, fuck." He groans, and you swallow more and more of him. The curve of his cock going down your throat, constricting your air flow. "That's it. Just like that."

The praise behind your actions got your own juices flowing, and the need for him was growing stronger. You pull yourself off, and he pulls your face to his again. "I think we should move this to the bedroom."

"But you didn't..." You trail off, feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, baby." He wraps his hand under your jaw, and forces you to your feet. "I just want to be inside you."

"Fuck." You whisper, and he throws you over his shoulder before sliding down the hall to your bedroom, and drops you onto the bed. Your shorts are quickly pulled off, along with your underwear and you're only left in a t-shirt which just happens to be his "God Mode" shirt.

You watch as he peels his shirt from his body, and all you could do was gawk at him. You've spent years pining after this man, and now he was about to give you all of him. He crawls on top of you, and you run your hands over his tanned, tattooed skin.

He presses his lips to yours, and your lock your hands behind his neck. His cock is brushing up against your core, and you need to be full of him. "Please." You beg him, and wraps your legs around his waist.

"I've got you, baby." He reaches down, and guides himself into you. You gasp loudly, and he rubs your hips while pushing the rest of himself into you. "Look at me. No hiding now." He removes the pillow from your face, and bends down to press his lips to yours. "Talk to me. How does it feel?"

"G-good. So good." You tell him, and he reaches down to rub your clit in tight circles. You jump at the impact, and he smirks at you.

"Just like you acknowledged me, I'm acknowledging you, my champ." He looks down to watch himself slide in and out of you. The sight making you clench around him. "My girl finally taking me like the good girl she is."

"Sorry I waited so long." You tell him, and he bends down to take your nipple in his mouth. "I'm not going to last long."

"Me neither." He grunts, and begins to speed up. "Give it all to me."

"I will if you promise to fill me up, daddy." You tell him, and his hips falter momentarily at your words.

"You want to be filled with my cum?"

"Yes, please. My tribal chief."

"Fucking hell." He groans before relentlessly pounding you into the mattress, causing you to scream out his name in pleasure. Every single part of you on fire as he makes you cum the hardest you ever have.

You feel him twitch inside if you, pumping you full of his cum. Moaning your name as he does. "I hate that I have to be at work soon." He comments, and pulls out of you.

"Don't worry, I'll be here when you get off." You tell him with a smirk on your face.

"Damn right you will be." He cleans you up, and presses a kiss to your lips after he finishes getting dressed. "I'll come pick you up after I'm done."

"Pick me up for what?"

"Our first official date." He says with a wide smile on his face. "I'll be back in a bit."

"Okay." You tell him with inflames cheeks and watch as he walks away.

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I'm back writing again! I missed you all ❤❤

It was no secret that you and The Tribal Chief has a certain, flirtationship. Everyone saw it, and they knew it would only be a matter of time before you two finally said fuck it.

The problem was, as much as you lived flirting with Roman, you knew he wouldn't give you the time of day. With him recently being divorced too...it seemed as if you'd just be a rebound, and you weren't too sure if you could handle that.

Tonight, he had invited you, and some close friends to celebrate his 400th day as champion. It was a smallish gathering, and when you walked in, seeing him in a suit with his hair up high on his head in a bun, you could feel the ache in between your legs.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite champ." You greet him, and he smirks at you before pulling you in for a hug. "Congrats on 400 days. That's huge."

You pull away from the hug, and he thanks you. "I want you sitting next to me at dinner. Especially in this dress." He tells you, eying you up and down. You bite your lip, and nod at him. "Go ahead, and sit. I'll be there in a second."

As you sit there, you watch him welcome a few more people before joining you, at the head of the table, of course.

"Thank you all for coming. It means the world to me. None of this would be possible without each and every one of you." He says, and looks into your eyes as he says the last part. "Here's to another 400 days!"

You toast with everyone, and feel Roman's hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. You turn to face him, but he just gives you a smirk. Maybe tonight would finally be the night?

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"Y/N, you don't have to clean up. You were invited as a guest." Roman said, walking up behind you.

"I know, but I just wanted to." You shrug your shoulders, and you feel Roman rest his chin on your shoulder as you finish rinsing off the plates.

"Are you staying?" He asks, and your heart begins to pick up. "I don't mind."

I chuckle at him, shaking my head. "I'm sure you don't." You tell him, and his hands grip your hips. You gasp at the contact, and he chuckles darkly in my ear. "I don't have any clothes to change into."

"You know you can wear mine." He whispers in your ear. "I like it when you wear my clothes."

"Okay. I'll stay. It's the least I can do for my favorite champ." You giggle when he squeezes your hips.

"Shall we head up then?" He asks, and you nod. "Thank you for cleaning. You really didn't have to."

"You're welcome." You tell him, and follow him into his room.

"You pick whatever you want to wear, but of course, I'm not opposed to you wearing nothing." He says, and your face heats up. He laughs, and walks away from you. Fuck. How were you supposed to get through the night?

You change fairly quickly in the bathroom, and meet him at the bed where he was currently sitting on the edge of it. You watch him swallow hardly, and you smirk to yourself. "Question for you."

"Ask away, baby girl." He says with a smile.

"If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?" You ask him, and move to standing in front of him.

"You." He answers, and you shake your head at him. "What?"

"I said anything, not anyone." You chuckle at him, and he shrugs his shoulders. "You really want me?"

"I think I've made that pretty obvious." He chuckles nervously. "Want you in anyway you'll let me have you."

"That's very intriguing." You comment as you lift yourself over him, straddling his lap. You stare down at him, and his hands move to the top of your exposed thighs. "Do you remember the first time we kissed?"

"I do." He strains out, and you bite your lip. "Think about it all the time."

"Me too." You smile at him, and he slides his hands up to squeeze your hips.

"You're perfect." He whispers, and turn away from him. "Hey, don't do that. Look at me."

"Sorry, it's just hard to believe words like that when your ex was beautiful."

"Don't compare yourself to her, please." He begs you. "You're so much more than she ever will be."

You lean forward, and press your lips to his. He moves his lips softly against yours, and you felt like there was no better place than right here, and right now. "Let me make you feel good." He says when he breaks the kiss. "I want to feel all of you." His lips move to your neck, and you move it to the side to give him more access.

"Please." You beg him. "I'm tired of the games. It's always been you, Roman."

"Don't worry, baby girl. I know." He says, and begins to attack your neck again. He grabs the hem of the shirt you were wearing, and pulls it over your head. "Fuck."

He pulls your face to his once more while his hands take each breast, squeezing them just right. Your hips begin to grind down on his, and you can hear his breathing become uneven. "You feel how hard you make me? All you have to do us look at me." You whine at his words, and he moves his hands down to your hips, moving them over his bulge, and your breath catches in your throat.

"Roman." You whine, and he moves you over onto his thigh.

"That's right, ride it like you own it." He says, and grabs your jaw, turning you to face him, and he smashes your lips together again. "Gunna make you cum before I even touch you."

Your head was spinning, and you could already feel your stomach tightening. Roman's hand comes down on your ass, causing you to moan loudly. "That's it. Work for it like you made me work to have you."

He pushes his thigh up into you, and your eyes roll back. "You look so good getting off on my thigh."

"Roman." You choke out, and he kisses you again. His tongue dancing with yours is what sends you over the edge. You moan into his mouth and finally stop moving yourself against his thigh.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, dipping his head back down to your neck, sucking harshly. "Stand up."

You do as your told, and he pulls down your shorts, and panties before gesturing for you to lay on the bed.

He crawls in between your legs, and hovers himself over you. His tan, shirtless skin right above you, and you just bask in it. His fingers glide up your glistening pussy, and you gasp at the feeling. He brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them. "Sweet. Just how I imagined you would taste." He smirks at you before kissing his way down to you. He spreads you open, and keeps his eyes on yours as his tongue darts out to taste you some more.

Your body quickly reacts, still being sensitive from before, and he pins your hips down to the bed. His chocolate eyes peer up at yours again as he circles his tongue around your clit. You bite your lip so hard it bleeds. "Let me hear you." Roman demands, his voice an octave lower than normal as he slides two fingers inside or you.

"Fuck." You curse out, and pull his hair out of its bun. His long, bulky fingers, curl inside of you and you knew this second orgasm wasn't going to last long. "Roman, I'm not going to last."

"Good." He responds, and goes back to the assault on your clit.

"Oh god. Just like that, fuck." Your hips begin to rise, but he pins them down again. His tongue flicked all the right spots, and moments later you're seeing white. Your legs begin to shake, and you try to regain your breathing.

When you open your eyes again, he's hovering back over you. "Open your mouth." He demands, and then stick the two fingers that were just inside of you, in your mouth. "Suck."

He watches in awe as you suck his fingers clean, and you purposely dance your tongue over his fingers, looking up at him. He withdraws his fingers, and stands up to dispose of his shorts. His bulge in his boxers was huge. You had heard the rumors, but nothing prepares you for reality.

He peels his boxers off, and your eyes widen at the size of him. "Still want me, baby girl?" He smirks at you.

"Mhm." You tell him, and he grabs you by the ankles, pulling you to him. You sit up, and he grabs you by the back of the neck, pulling you to kiss him. You reach out, and grab his cock. He tenses beneath your touch, and you begin to stroke him.

He breaks the kiss, and you look up at him while stroking him up, and down. "Lay down for me." You tell him, and he nods. He moves to lay down, propping pillows up behind his head as you situate yourself on between his legs. You begin stroking him again, and he watches you intently.

You lay down on your stomach before finally taking him in your mouth. He grunts, and his hand falls to the back of your head. "You feel fucking good." He groans, and his low voice turns you on once again. "How's the Champs cock?"

"Very good." You pull yourself off to answer, but then go back to sucking him again. You were double handing him while swirling your tongue over the head of his cock. Pre cum was the main taste before you pulled yourself off to trace the vein on the side of him. You look into his eyes when you take each of his balls into your mouth while stroking him with your hand.

"Fuck, baby girl." He groans, and you bring your mouth back to the top of him, and suck as far as you can go. His cock curves down the back of your throat, and his hips buck up, causing it to go further down. His hands tangle in your hair, and you let him have free reign to fuck your throat. "I'm gunna cum down your throat." He growls, and you look up at him, nodding. He thrusts so hard his pelvic bone brushes your nose, and you feel his hot cum spurt into your throat. Your name leaves his mouth as he comes down from his high, and then he pulls out of your completely.

You swallow every last drop, and then straddle him again. "You're going to be the death of me." He remarks, and you giggle before gliding your wet pussy over his cock, needing him hard again. "Keep this up, and you're going to need a wheelchair."

"Sorry daddy." You pout, shrugging your shoulders and you feel his cock bounce at the word. "Hmm. Seems like someone likes being called daddy."

"And you like being called my good girl." He says and your pussy clenches around him as you continue to slide across him. "My point exactly."

"Shut up, and fuck me." You groan before sitting up to align him with your entrance. You slowly sink down, and it feels like the breath has been completely knocked out.

Roman's eyes were dilated, and he tried to keep his composure as your wet cunt gripped his cock. You lean down to kiss him, and he grabs onto your ass. You lift yourself up, and back down onto him. "Fuck...daddy."

"You like how I feel inside you?" He asks, and you nod. "Talk to me. Tell me how you feel."

"It's so big. So fucking good." You moan, and lay yourself down to be able to move faster with your hips. "Spank me." You beg, and his hand comes in contact with your ass. You gasp, and he smirks before doing it again.

"Such a naughty girl. Aren't you?" He asks, and you nod. Before you know it, you're being flipped over onto your back. "My turn."

He slides back into you, and you watch him as he thrusts himself in, and out of you. Your hands trail down his exposed chest, and he brings his face down to yours to kiss you. "You're so perfect." He mumbles into your ear. "So fuckin' perfect."

He shifts, and its an angle that has him deeper inside of you, and you gasp at the contact. His cock brushing up against that spot that drives you wild. Your nails dig into his back, and he growls at the contact. "I know you're close. Give it to me again."

He brings his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Sweat pouts off both of your bodies, and his thrusts get sloppy. "God, Roman." You choke out, and you lock your legs around his waist. "Don't fucking stop."

He speeds back up, knowing your close to my third orgasm, and it hits me like a tidal wave. You scream his name, and your nails drag down his back. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, but you can still feel him rock hard inside of you.

"Think you can give me one more, baby?" He asks, and you nod. He pulls out, and flips you over on your stomach. He places you to where your both facing the mirror in the closet door. "You're going to watch me fuck you. Then, I'm going to fill your sweet pussy with my cum. Think you can do that?"

Fuck. "Yes." You pant, and he presses kisses to your shoulders and a few down your spine before he slides back into you.

"Look at you." He says, and thrusts hard into you. "Look at how well you take me."

His thrusts pick up, and you feel yourself squeezing him already. "So fuckin' pretty." He groans while penetrating you. "And all mine. Isn't that right, baby girl?"

"Yes, daddy. I'm all yours. Always have been." He pulls you up by your hair, and wraps his bicep around your throat.

"Such a proper slut for me." He growls, and your legs begin to shake. "I'm almost there. Just a little bit longer okay?"

"Anything for you, daddy." You smirk into the mirror, and he presses a kiss to your mouth before letring you fall back down onto your hands. His hands grip your hips, and you can feel him slow down. "Come on, baby. Fill me up."

That was all it took. One more deep thrust, and he had you both Cummings once again. His cock twitches inside of you, and his forehead was against your sweaty back.

He pulls out, and flips you over so he can kiss you again. "Happy 400 days, champ."

He chuckles at you, pecking your lips once more. "Thank you, baby." He kisses you again, and again. "Be mine?"

"I always was, Roman." You tell him, and he smiles.

"Good. Now, come on. We need to get cleaned up." He says, and scoops you up in his arms, and taking you to the bathroom.

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Today marked Roman Reigns 600th day as champion. You'd have to be living under a rock to not know who he was. You always passed each other in the halls, but you had never actually had a conversation with him. He was a really nice guy from what you've heard, but he kind of intimidated you. To the point where you got nervous if he ever met your gaze from across the room.

You were currently in catering with other superstars waiting for hid arrival. They decided to throw a small celebration in the back prior to smackdown.

He walks in, a sweet smile on his face as he realizes what's going on. You were sat at a table with Seth, Becky, Sasha and her husband. Seth waves him over, and the only spot available was between you and Seth. "Well look who it is." Seth yells as he takes a seat.

"Hello everyone." He says as he takes a seat. "Y/N, nice to see you."

"You too, congrats champ." You tell him, and he smiles at you. God his smile just melts you.

"Thank you." He says, and everyone begins to talk in side conversations. "I'm having a small get together at my house tonight. I'd love for you to come."

"Me?" You ask him, and he nods at you. "Really? Why me?"

"Because I want you to." He says, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. "I want to get to know you better."

"There's really not much to know." It wasn't a complete lie, you were quiet and kept to yourself.

"I doubt that." He says, and leans back against the seat. "I see how you are on the mic and in the ring. I think there is more than what you're letting on."

"Not everyone is like you." You tease, and his lips turn up into a smirk.

"See? That right there. It's like it's easy with you." He says, and you can't wipe the smile off of your face. "I don't get that much these days."

"Fine." You sigh, and he looks at you with a questionable gaze. "I'll go to your get together, but I'm not that social, like really."

"You just made me the happiest man in the world."

"Should I bring anything?" He shakes his head. "Not even a gift?"

"I don't need gifts. Just your company." He says, and now you feel like he was definitely flirting with you. "I have to run, but I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah." He nods, and flashes you another sweet smile before leaving the room.

"Wow." You hear a voice say, and you almost forgot that there were other people at the table while talking to Roman. "I have never seen my brother that smitten before." Seth says, and you wave him off. "No, seriously. He just flirted with you in front of all of us. He doesn't do that."

"Now I'm going to be nervous." You cover your face in your hands.

"No, but you need to look hot." Sasha says from next to you. "I've been telling you for months that I noticed him looking at you."

"I think yall have the wrong idea." You shake your head.

"He's the hottest thing in pro wrestling right now, and he wants you. We all just saw it for ourselves. I think you should go for it." Becky adds, and you feel a nervous pit in the middle of your stomach. "Come to our house, and I'm sure I have something you can wear. We can all leave together."

"Are you sure?" You ask Becky who nods, and Seth nods along with her. "Okay."

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"A bonfire? How effortlessly cool of you." You comment behind Roman who was sitting on a bench in front of you in front of the fire. He turns around, and smiles at you.

"It is cool, isn't it?" He asks, and gestures for you to sit down next to him. You take the spot next to him, and he hands you a cup. "Have a drink with me?"

"Sure." You take the cup from him, and you lean back against the seat. "So, how has the night been, champ?"

"Fairly nice. Seth is over there grilling if you're hungry?"

"I could eat." You shrug your shoulders, and he takes both of your cups, setting them down on the table next to where you were both sitting, and walks you over to the food.

You each fill a plate up, and walk back over. When you sit down, you see him rub his face like he's tired. "You okay?" You nudge him with his elbow, and he nods.

"Crazy day." He says with a small smile. "Crazy schedule, barely have time for sleep."

"You still need sleep." You poke him in the shoulder trying to act stern. He laughs lightly, and nods.

"You're right." He says, and you finish your food. He throws away everything, and you slide closer to him. "You look stunning tonight." He whispers in your ear, and you blush. That or it's the heat from the fire that was just a few feet in front of you.

"Thank you." You slide a little bit closer until your thighs are touching each other. Roman lays his arm behind your head. "You look really nice too. It's nice to see you in normal clothes." You giggle, and he smiles at you.

"Uce!!" You both look to see Jimmy and Jey.

"Guys, I'm in the middle of something." Roman says, gesturing over to you. They both look at you, and smirk at one another.

"My bad Uce." Jimmy says, but they both walk over to you. "So, you're the girl that the chief can't get off his mind." Extending his hand out for you to shake. You look over at Roman who looks like he is in the hot seat. You give him a reassuring smile before taking Jey's hand.

"Is that who I am?" You ask, and they both laugh.

"Girl, you don't have any idea. Do us a favor, and love him. Lord knows he needs it."

"Okay, I think that's enough." Roman finally speaks. "I'll be right back." He says to you before walking off. He comes back shortly, and scoots you towards him again. "Sorry if they made you uncomfortable. They don't know boundaries."

"That's alright." You wave him off, and it seems as though people were starting to leave. "You know, this is the first time in a long time that I've had fun."

"Yeah?" He asks, and you nod. "I'm really glad you came. I've been wanting to get to know you."

"Why me?" You ask him, curious. "I'm nothing special."

"That is where I have to disagree." He says, and his arm moves from behind your head to over your shoulder. "I've seen the way that you are with people. You seem like a good person. Plus, you're cute."

"You think so?" You ask, and he nods. "I think you're being modest. "

"I'm trying not to be too forward." He chuckles.

"To be honest, you kind of intimidate me." You confess to him.

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know. You're so successful, and everything I want to be. I've wanted to just pick your brain, but I always so scared to talk to you."

"Well, you're talking to me now." He smirks at you, and you lean into him more. "You're new. Give it time and you'll be as successful as you want to be."

"What's your favorite color?" He asks after his advice.

"Purple." He smiles at you, and you reach up to grab his hand. "So, when do I get to find out all of your stories about me?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Mhm." You tease him, and he shakes his head. "No room to run now."

"Is that you're way of telling me you like me?" He asks, and you blush. "Cause I think you know by now that I like you."

"Yeah, I do." You confess, and he smiles widely. "I'd like to get to know the man behind the tribal chief persona."

"I'd like that." He tells you, and moves to stand up. "Are you doing anything next weekend?"

"Not that I know of." You tell him, and stand up.

"Great. How does dinner sound? I can pick you up, and cook for you?"

"How romantic." You tell him, and he reaches down to take your hands in his. "I'd love that."

"Great. Let me give you a ride home, and if I can get your number?"

"Sounds good."

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"So, what are you making us tonight?" You ask Roman as you watch him cook behind the island you were sitting on.

"Well, I heard that your favorite food is chicken. So, I thought I would make you some chicken breasts with mashed potatoes."

"You're already aiming for my heart there, Reigns." You tell him, and he looks back at you smiling.

"Good." He walks over to the two of you with plates, and drinks. He sits down next to you, and leans over to press his lips to your cheek. "You look beautiful by the way."

"Thank you." You both finish dinner, and he walks you over to the couch. "That was so good." He smiles at you.

"How about a movie?" He asks, and you nod. He wraps a blanket around the both of you, and you lay into his side with his arm wrapped around your waist. "Comfy?"

"Very." You tell him, and wrap your arm around his torso. You don't know when it happened, but you fell asleep. You woke up to Roman laying you down on the bed. "Roman?"

"Shh. It's okay. You fell asleep. I'm just laying you down in my bed. It's late. So, you can sleep here and I'll sleep on the couch."

"No, stay." You tell him, grabbing his arm. "You're comfy." He laughs, and nods at you.

"Do you want to change?" He asks, and you nod. He hands you a t-shirt, and some boxer shorts. "Bathroom is right there."

"I shall return." You tell him, and you make your way to the bathroom to change and wipe off your makeup.

When you return you see him shirtless with just a pair if basketball shorts on. Wow. He is laying down on the left side of the bed, with the comforter pulled back. "Can we watch TV until we fall asleep?" You ask him, and he turns it on.

He pulls you to his chest, and wraps himself around you. His chest was so warm, and you felt so safe. He runs his fingers through your hair, and it feels so good. You turn to rest your face against his chest, and he continues to play with your hair.

The following morning, you woke up to the smell of bacon. You run your hands through your hair before making your way to the kitchen.

Roman spots you as he is placing the plates down, and he smiles at you. "Good morning baby girl. I've got bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Hungry?"

"Very." You sit down, and he brings over some orange juice and syrup. "You're making me want to never go home."

"Good." He says from beside you, and kisses the top of your head. "Maybe one day you won't have to go home. Cause home will be with me."

"Can we fast forward to that part?" You ask, and both of you laugh.

"Soon." He says, and you both eat until you can't stuff anymore. You help him clean off the table, and he walks up to where you are, leaned up against the island. "So, I have something to ask you."

"What's that?" You ask, and he places each of his arms on either side of you. The air thickens, and he looks down at you.

"What do you think about making us official?"

"I think I'd like that."

"Good. So, Y/N. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Hell yeah, I will." You tell him, and he lifts you up onto the top of the island. You squeal, and wrap your arms and legs around his body. He looks you in the eyes once more before closing the gap, and pressing his lips against yours.

It was everything you thought that it would be. Slow, soft, and full of passion. He pulls away first, and presses another kiss to your forehead. "Come on, we need to get to work."

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"Wait, so you two haven't done it yet?" Mandy asks you. "What's taking so long? You're not a virgin are you?"

"No, I'm not." You tell her, and her attention gets diverted. You walk to your best friends lockerroom, and she immediately knew something was wrong. "I'm going to fuck it up."

"What are you talking about?"

"People keep asking me why I haven't had sex with Roman yet. Do you think I should just get it over with?"

"No." She says, and pauses. "Look, it's been a long time for you. Not with just sex, but a relationship in general. Roman is a sweet guy who really likes you. I'm sure he will be ready whenever you are."

"I guess so."

"Is there something else holding you back?" She asks, and you finally come clean.

"What if I'm not good enough? What if he doesn't like it?"

"What makes you think he won't like it?" She asks, and you give her a look. "First of all, your piece of shit ex doesn't count."

"I'm falling for him, hard. I want to have that experience with him, but I'm just so worried."

"Why don't you talk to him about it? You two have been dating for a few months now. Just ask Roman."

"I heard my name." Roman appears in the doorway, leaning against it. "Been looking everywhere for you, baby girl."

"Sorry, girl talk." You laugh, and make your way to him. "Actually, can we talk in your suite?"

"It's not a suite." He rolls his eyes at you, playfully. "But, yes. Come on."

You make it to his locker room, and he sits down in his chair. "Okay, um." You fiddle with your fingers, and look down.

"It's just me, baby. No need to feeo nervous." He reassures you, and you lift your head up to meet his eyes. "What's bothering you?"

"It's been a long time since I've been with someone. And even then, it wasn't at all glorious. I know we've been dating for a few months, and I know you have needs but I'm not sure I'm there yet."

"Baby, come here." He beckons you over, and he sits you down on his lap. "I'm not the kind of guy who will pressure you to do things you're not ready for. I'm not sure what has happened in your past, and hopefully one day you will trust me enough to tell me. I'm not going to say I don't want it, because I mean, look at you." You blush, and he lightly squeezes your thigh. "But seriously, I'm with you for more than just your body. I'm with you because you're my best friend. No one knows me like you do, and well, I've fallen in love with you."

"Really?" You whisper with tears in your eyes. He nods, and you lean forward to kiss him. "I love you, too."

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That conversation did it for you. You knew that you wanted to finally give yourself to Roman. So, you arranged something special for him once he got back from the UK tour.

"Baby? You here?" You hear him call from the living room.

"In the bedroom!" You were dressed head to toe in red lace, with a robe covering you. He walks in, setting his suitcase in the closet.

"Missed you like crazy." He says, and presses his lips to yours.

"I missed you, too." You tell him, and his eyes skim over you.

"So, are you my surpise?" He asks, lightly pulling on the strings of your robe.

"That's right." You lean back on your hands, and he unties it. The robe falling open. You can see him visibly swallow. "I want you, Roman."

"You're sure?" He asks, and you nod. He moves to kiss you before dropping down to his knees. "You're fucking beautiful." He removes his shirt, and adjusts his bun on the top of his head. Without warning, you feel his tongue on you. You gasp, and claw at the bedsheets.

"Oh my god." You chant, and he holds your thighs down as he continues to drag his tongue around your clit. He sucks on it, trailing it down to your hole, and slipping it inside. He grunt in pleasure at your taste.

"I'm going to worship you." He pulls back, wiping his mouth. He looks in your eyes as he takes you back in his mouth. They don't move, but you watch the movements of his tongue. You reach down to grab a fistful of his hair. He groans again, and you begin to grind your hips. He let's you take over, watching you lose yourself over his tongue.

"Oh god." You pull his hair tighter, and he flicks his tongue faster until you fall apart. He pulls away from you, and pulls you to a sitting position. His mouth is back on yours, and he moves his lips down to your neck.

He kisses the parts of your breasts not covered by the lingerie. "I just want to kiss you everywhere."

"I'm okay with that." You smile, and he smiles back at you. He stands up, and slides you to the edge of the bed. You look up at him  as he unbuttons his shirt, but you stop him. "May I?"

He nods at you, and you finish with the buttons, and push the shirt off of his shoulders. You run your hands down his chest, and his eyes watch your every move. "You're beautiful, too." You tell him, and he pulls down his slack pants. The only thing separating the two of you now, was his boxers.

"I love you." He says, and presses a light kiss to your lips. "But, once I get a feel of you." He pauses, tracing your face with his fingers. "I'm afraid I won't be able to go easy."

"Then don't." You tell him, and his lips turn up into a smirk. He pushes you to lay back, and rips off the bottom part of your lingerie, exposing you to him completely.

You feel the head of his cock guide through your wet lips, and you whimper at the contact. "You sure you can take me, babygirl?"

"Do your worst, chief." You tell him, and he nudges himself inside of you, stretching you wide open until you swallowed him whole. "Oh my god." You gasp out.

He leans forward, onto his forearms after wrapping your legs around him. He pulls out before thrusting back in, and he looks down at you for any signs of regret, but he receives none of that.

Your hands reach up to his neck, and you look down to see the movements of where the two of your bodies connect. He growls in your ear, and you clench around him at the sound. "So. Fucking. Beautiful." He tells you with each thrust. "And. All. Mine."

"All yours." You choke out, and throw your head back when he finds that perfect angle. "Roman." You whimper.

"I got you baby." He says, panting. His right hand moving down to cup your ass. "Taking me so well, aren't you?"

"I'm gunna cum, Roman." You tell him, and he speeds up his movements. "Right there, baby." His lips crash down on yours when your orgasm takes you over.

"Good fucking girl." He groans, and he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Cum inside me." You tell him, and he moans in your ear. "Fill me up like no other man has before." That's all it took before his hips falter, and he obeys your command. "I love you."