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helensanders92 · 4 days ago

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Pin Me // Roman Reigns x Reader

***Author’s Note: Hiii I’m back! Had a dream about this recently and figured I’d write it out for y’all. 🤭 Also, tysm for the feedback on the first one shot I did! I wasn’t expecting that big of a response lmao, but I figured I’d write another one to feed y’all. Happy reading! 🖤***

Plot -> You’re an up and coming wrestler on the main roster, working mid card matches to make your way through the ranks and into the main event scene until you find yourself teaming up with the main event.

Pairings -> Roman Reigns x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Cursing, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F!Receiving), Hickies, Spanking, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.6k

“Miss Y/N, I know you took some bad bumps out there but please try to sit still so we can examine you,” the trainer pleaded. You just had a dark match against Piper Niven before the show opened and you were hurting badly, taking some brutal spots in the process. In the end you had pulled out the win, but you didn’t feel like a winner at that moment. You felt like your ribs had shattered into a million pieces, and it didn’t feel good. “So there’s no breaks or anything like that, you’re just understandably banged up. Keep icing it like you’re doing now and take a Tylenol every now and again, and you should be good to go. Just, don’t go jumping off of things for the next couple days and you’ll be good,” the trainer chuckled. You weakly smiled at him and attempted to get up from the table, but the TV broadcasting Smackdown caught your attention. Roman Reigns caught your attention.

The Bloodline story always captivated you, and it’s part of the reason you started seriously working on your in-ring character. They were the top of the food chain, the blockbuster event, the money ticket, and you hoped one day to grow to their level of popularity and success. Roman and Solo were both cutting a promo, and at first it seemed like the typical stuff. Both claiming to be the Head of the Table, both wanting the crowd to acknowledge them, but it was something Solo said that immediately piqued your interest. “Nobody in the locker room likes you, Roman. The men hate you, the women fear you… you know what-,” he paused for dramatic effect, “I challenge you to find any woman back there that’s dumb enough to team up with you and go against me and my partner next Saturday at Main Event. You win, and I’ll let you have a shot at my ula fala” Roman scoffed, clearly unamused that Solo was doing everything but facing him one-on-one, but agreed to his challenge.

“Wiseman,” he turned to Paul, his longtime advisor as he spoke, “You know what to do.”

Paul wasted no time, making sure to acknowledge his Tribal Chief before he hurried backstage to find the general manager. Now that the segment was over you had no excuse to sit in the trainer’s room, so you walked out and made your way back to the women’s locker room. Still clutching the ice pack to your ribs, you walked gingerly but not before being stopped. “Excuse me, miss Y/N, could I borrow a minute of your time?” There before you was the Wiseman himself, looking more stressed than usual. You were stunned, why would Paul want to talk to me of all people? “Of course, Mr. Heyman. I was just heading back to the locker room. Is everything okay?” “Oh please, call me Paul,” he paused, carefully choosing his next words, “I saw your match with Piper tonight, you looked like a star out there. The splash from the top rope to the announce table was incredible. I-” he stopped his ramblings as his eyes drifted to your ice pack on your ribs, a look of (fear? worry?) evident across his face.

“Oh don’t worry, Mr. Hey- I mean Paul, nothing’s broken. Just a little banged up is all, I’ll be good to go in a couple days,” you smiled as relief washed over his face. “Good, good! I mean- not good that you’re banged up, good that you-” “I know what you mean, Paul,” you chuckled at him, trying to calm him as best you could. “But you wanted to talk to me about something?”

“Yes, right! Well-” he clears his throat, “As the Wiseman to our esteemed Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns, I have been tasked with finding a suitable partner to join him in taking down Solo Sikoa and… whoever his partner is… so I was wondering-”

“Hold on a second, Paul, you want me to be Roman’s tag team partner? I mean forgive me for saying this but isn’t there someone… I don’t know… more worthy of a main event spot than me? Does he even know you’re asking me?”

“Well, not exactly,” he hesitated, “the Tribal Chief has… how do I say this… never been one to make friends. So I’ve so far been unsuccessful in finding him a suitable partner, but you’re here and the match you just put on was phenomenal! Even the Tribal Chief himself said you had a lot of promise, which is more than he says about anyone else…” he continued, “but no, I have not told him I was going to speak with you.” “Then let’s go talk to him, I want him to be okay with me being his partner before I agree to anything.”

“You can’t be serious, Paul.” Roman sighed in clear frustration with the whole thing, “I mean she’s basically a rookie. And you think it’s a good idea for her to partner with me?” “Well yes, my Tribal Chief. I would never lead you astray.” You squirmed where you stood across the room, uncomfortable with the tension in the air surrounding your presence. Paul continued, “I asked everyone else in the locker room, and all of them declined. If you want to reclaim your ula fala, she’s your only option.” It was then that Roman finally glanced in your direction, eyeing you up and down as he pondered on his decision. His stare alone was enough to make you feel weak in the knees, but you hid that as best as you could. Or tried to, anyway. The silence in the air was thick, and before you could stop yourself you were already speaking. “Ro- I mean, my Tribal Chief-” “Please, Joe is fine.”

“O-okay, Joe-,” you stammered. No man has ever made you act like this; you were always so confident, but here you were fumbling your words and stuttering through your sentences like you were a little girl all over again. It was almost pathetic how much of an effect he had on you, but you continued, “I- think Paul is right. I know I-I’m not a b-big name in this business yet but- you need to win back your ula fala, and you need someone willing to team with you to do it. I’m willing. I’ll help you.” Joe studied your body language as you spoke, watching the way you stood nervously across the room from him and how you were slightly shaking due to the pressure you were under. He watched your breathing, noticing you were breathing heavier with each word that came out of your mouth. He also noticed your lack of eye contact with him, your eyes glued to the floor afraid to look at his reaction to your sudden outburst. Joe had been wronged so many times before by people he loved dearly. Being forced to trust a complete stranger in his quest to regain what was rightfully his seemed unfair, but Paul and Y/N were right- it was the only way he was going to be able to do it. “Come here, Y/N.” Your eyes shot up from the floor at his response, looking at Paul for assurance. Paul gave you a small smile in return, letting you know it was okay to approach him. You made your way to him slowly, still looking anywhere but at him as you did so. When you finally reached him your eyes were still down, not daring to make contact, but a jolt of energy made you do so. With a singular calloused finger he lifted your chin until you were staring back at him. He towered over you and his dark brown eyes stared into your own with a burning intensity you couldn’t quite place.

“You both are sure this is going to work?” He asked you and Paul, still maintaining his gaze with you. “Yes, my Tribal Chief,” Paul replied, a little more confident in his decision than he was about 10 minutes ago. “What about you, Y/N, you’re sure it’ll work?” You swallowed hard, feeling more pressure than ever before. This has to work, you thought, there’s no other option. Letting out a heavy breath you didn’t know you were holding, you breathed out just loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, my Tribal Chief.” “Wiseman, go let Aldis know I found my partner. Oh, and make sure it says between us; I don’t want Solo to see this coming.”

The day of Saturday Night’s Main Event was finally here, and neither Solo nor the WWE Universe knew you were the ‘mystery partner’. That wasn’t for a lack of trying though, Solo tried every trick in the book to figure it out. Harassing Nick Aldis, sending his lackeys to break into Joe’s dressing room for clues, none of them worked. You both had kept tight-lipped about your partnership, having secret training sessions together in the week leading to the match and keeping creative meetings to ‘need to know personnel’ only. Their plan was executing flawlessly but just had one more step to go: the true element of surprise.

Solo and his partner, Nia Jax, made their entrances into the ring and stood in wait for Roman and his ‘mystery partner’, but were shocked to find that Roman was making his entrance alone. That’s because you were lying under the ring, waiting for your cue to strike. Roman finally entered the ring prompting Solo to start antagonizing him and Nia getting in on the action. Her and Solo’s backs were turned and that’s when you made your appearance, striking Nia from behind and throwing them both off guard.

The match itself was pretty standard, Solo and Roman starting things off. Roman had the upper hand very quickly, but over time that changed. Near fall after near fall from both men ensued, with Superman Punches, Samoan Spikes, Spears, and everything in between. It was apparent that Roman was trying to use most of the time in the ring, he was trying to win this all by himself. But eventually that came back to bite him in the ass, as now he was beaten badly and needed help. His body nearly on the brink of exhaustion as he desperately tried to win in every way possible, to no avail. He knew in the back of his mind you were going to have to finish this match, and that his fate was ultimately in your hands. You knew it too, so while he laid limply in the ring after kicking out of two Samoan Spikes you were screaming for his attention. He dragged himself across the ring to you, finally relenting and giving you the chance to win this, and tagged you in right as Solo was tagging Nia. You entered the ring and suddenly every doubt you had and every insecurity of yours quadrupled as you stood across the ring from the Smackdown Women’s Champion. She came in with a fury you had never encountered before, or seen, and was countering every piece of offense you could get in. But after her initial rush of offense she slowed down, and that was when you struck. You start throwing heavy strikes, tackles, drops, you were unloading the clip of your entire move set on her, and it was working. You had her down on the mat, and were climbing the top rope to hit your finisher on her and nailed it. You immediately crawled on top of Nia to use your signature pin, by straddling her head and using your knees to keep her shoulders down. It was at this moment you locked eyes with Roman who had a different look in his eyes than you’ve ever seen before, eyes darker than ever as they trailed down your body and stared at your suggestive pin position. 1… 2… 3…

You won. You pinned Nia, and you just secured Roman’s opportunity at the ula fala. Both of your names were being announced but you couldn’t hear it, stuck in this trance of Roman’s stare. He entered the ring and stood over you as you were still straddling Nia, looking down at you as you were practically on your knees in front of him. He guides you to your feet by lightly grabbing your chin, making sure he keeps his eyes on your facial features.

“Be at my locker room in 10 minutes,” he says loud enough for only you to hear, “we’ve got some celebrating to do.”

You had only given one soft knock on the door before it flung open and were dragged inside, now roughly pressed against it as bites and bruises were being scattered across your neck.

“You did so good for me out there, baby, winning for me all by yourself,” Joe growled against you, “So daddy’s gonna reward you, all you gotta do it be a good girl f’me and you’ll get want you want. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, f-fuck, yes sir.” Joe groaned in response and ripped off your ring gear, as you now stood completely bare before him. He drank in your naked body, how it was curved in all the right places with your beautiful breasts and ass perfectly on display for him. It was then that he noticed the artwork decorating your hip and thigh, a true masterpiece that would make Botticelli’s portrait of Venus look like a kid’s drawing. One that he would have no shame in hanging above his fireplace and admiring it for as long as he lives.

He attached his lips to yours in an instant and you felt as though you were putty in his hands. This kiss was needy, desperate, and your hands felt the same as your hands wandered up and down his torso and his gripping your ass and breasts like his life depended on it. Joe removed the shirt he was wearing to reveal his god-like body to you, and you felt your wetness begin to drip just from the sight of him alone. His hands continued to wander, reaching your aching core as he let a singular calloused finger drag itself through your wetness. You bucked your hips in response, wanting more of him, but instead felt another large hand grab your waist. “Uh-uh princess, none of that. You’re gonna take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understand?”

“Yes daddy, I just-,” your sentence was halted in its tracks by a rough smack to your ass, making you cry out in pleasure with a hint of pain.

“Don’t talk back to me baby, Daddy doesn’t wanna have to punish you before you get your reward,” he leans into your ear, lips brushing your earlobe as he whispers, “and you don’t want that, do you baby?”

“N-no, no sir. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl, now show Daddy how good your mouth looks full of his cock.” You drop to your knees, hands fumbling with the belt around his hips. Finally you unbuckle it, removing it and releasing him from the confines of his pants and boxers. His cock is as god-like as the rest of him, perfect length, thickness, and the right amount of veins that you know will have your head spinning the moment it enters you.

“Look at me baby,” he tilts your head towards him with his finger, “open your mouth for me.” Reluctantly, you obeyed as he leaned down and spit in your mouth, giving you more to coat his dick with. Still looking up at him, you wrap your hand around the base and spit on the tip, bringing your hand up to pump his cock and fully coat it. You stroke him a few more times before dragging your tongue along one of the veins, making him shudder and let out a low groan, bringing his fingers to your hair and tugging lightly.

“Mmm baby don’t tease Daddy, go ahead pretty girl.”

You wrap your lips around the tip, giving kitten licks and sucking the sensitive head. He hisses and tugs harder on your hair, encouraging you to take more of him. You relax your jaw as you slowly bob your head up and down on his cock, using your tongue and hollowing your cheeks with your movements. Looking up at Joe you see he is a mess above you, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, and moaning your name. To you he always looked like a god among men, but seeing him in this state and being the one to get him there made you want him more than anything in your life. “F-fuck Y/N, you take me so well sweetheart, but I wanna cum in that pretty pussy of yours.” He helps you to your feet and guides you to the couch. He lays down, and as you move to straddle his waist, he stops you. “No, baby. I want you to pin me.” You look at him confused for a moment, unsure of what he’s saying. “Your pin tonight,” he adds, “pin me like you did Nia.” You hesitate before climbing on top of him, straddling his shoulders and resting your calves on them. “Like this, daddy?” You ask nervously.

“No baby, like this.” He lifts your hips from their seated position and brings your pussy directly to his face, where he latches his lips to your aching core. The feeling of his lips and tongue eating you with such desperation makes you jolt forward, grabbing onto his hair for support. He chuckles against you briefly before going back to work on you, licking your folds and wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue is working wonders on you as he plays with your entrance before slipping it inside. The feeling is overwhelming, both tender and rough at once. You feel yourself getting closer, your walls fluttering around his tongue with every movement it makes. All of a sudden though, he stops, and you whine in response. “As much as I’d love to eat you for every meal and then some, I think the winner here deserves to cum around my cock. Would you like that, baby?”

“Fuck yes, Daddy please, please fuck me.”

“You’ve been such a good girl tonight, I think you deserve it baby. Come on.” You both get up as he bends you over the couch, teasing your entrance with his cock before roughly slamming into you from behind. You scream out in response, which makes him cover your mouth and bring you close.

“Now baby, as much as I’d love to hear you scream my name over and over, I gotta keep you quiet. You wouldn't want someone barging in, would you?” Your pussy tightens around him in response and you moan into his hand. “Oh, you dirty girl… I gotta keep you around, don’t I princess?” He removes his hand from your mouth and brings it to your hair, wrapping it around his wrist for leverage and tugging it as he pounds you from behind. His free hand is roughly smacking your ass as he roughly fucks you, making your pussy squeeze his cock. Your mind is completely blank, the only thing you can think about is him and how good he’s fucking you as you become a moaning mess beneath him.

“Fuck Y/N,” he groans in your ear, “your Tribal Chief wants to fill your pretty pussy full of his cum, can I baby?” “Mmm, y-yes m-my T-tribal chief. Want y-you to f-fill me up.” He moans at your response, speeding up his thrusts. The sounds of your skin slapping and moans have completely filled the room. You knew if some poor soul walked by they’d know exactly what was happening in here, but neither of you cared. Right now, the only thing on both of your minds was how incredible you felt. It didn’t take long for him to figure out where your spot was, feeling your pussy react to him with every snap of his hips. Both of you were close now, you could feel it, but your orgasm was the first to hit. And it was intense. Your knees buckled under you as you spasmed under him and pushed back further into him, driving him deeper than before. The feeling of you cumming around him was what did him in, releasing himself into you in waves that had him coating your walls completely, marking your pussy as his. He admires his work in front of him; you completely fucked out before him, neck covered in marks he left on you, pussy swollen and red from the beating he just gave it, and best of all, leaking his cum. He takes a moment to come back down to Earth and takes in his surroundings, eyes landing on the ripped up garments on the floor that was your ring gear. Chuckling, he picks up his phone and dials a number. “Hey, Paul. I- yes, we’re fine. Listen, I need you to bring an extra set of clothes with you. There was, um,” he pauses, watching your glossy eyes close and your breathing soften, “an incident.” Paul begins to tease him through the phone, but Joe isn’t listening; he’s admiring the woman sleeping soundly before him and realizing that maybe the match wasn’t the only thing she won tonight, but she had won his heart too.

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helensanders92 · 5 days ago

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Acknowledge Him

Request: Roman in his ring gear? You know ... the black cargo pants, the black and red boots, the hair .... Like maybe f!reader mentions to him how sexy he is in that, so he surprises her one night by putting it on for her. daddy kink, of course. bonus points if he suplexes her onto the bed in an adorable, cute, super gentle way �� thank you!!

Your wish is my command 😊😈 (hope you enjoy this as much as Suit & Tie hehe)

Warnings: daddy kink, dirty talk, p in v, mouth fuck, choking, tied hands, cuni, unprotected sex

Word count: 3708

Author's note: Took me way too long to finish and release this one I'm sorry 😬, but college got me reallyyyy busy in the last weeks BUT I'm back now! :) I still have 3 requests to finish + Forbidden II (close to being done 😌) but I'll work on that this week

Taglist: If you wanna be added to my taglist, it's right here :) *please let me know if I forgot to tag you or the tag didn't work*

If you have requests, I still take them but please know and understand it may take some time, you'll have to be patient 🤗

Masterlist

Everyone can agree: Roman is one hell of a handsome looking man. That’s a fact. Not only did he have a beautiful looking face, he also had a body that could make –literally– everyone jealous. Standing in all his 6'3'’ glory, it’s hard not to look when his muscular frame is on full display, calling for your eyes to get lost in its enormity. Especially when he’s wearing those damn cargo pants. Every time he’s in the ring, you’re always struggling with how sexy he looks in them. His ass and thighs were always shaped perfectly in them –tight in all the right places– making him look 100 times more daddy looking, if that was even possible. Paired with his boots and wrestling gloves and his loose water-sprayed hair, it didn’t help making you throb with desire for him. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. The look made him look dominant and menacing. Just like you loved him.

Of course, you had mentioned to him how irresistible he looked every time he wore them. When you got to spend time with him in his locker room while he prepared and warmed up before a match, you rarely could keep your hands to yourself. It almost always ended in you kneeling in front of him, his thick dick far down your throat, sucking him just minutes before he had to leave.

There were two sides of him: in the ring he was Roman and outside of the ring he was Joe. Meaning, as soon as he was done with his matches and he would leave the wrestling environment, none of it existed anymore. Almost like he was living in two parallel realities, both of them separated and never combined. No wrestling gear, no character, no storyline, no kayfabe.

You fell in love with Joe, but there was just something in the way he portrayed himself as Roman Reigns, the Tribal Chief, the Head Of The Table, that almost made you forget it was the same person in both roles. Always craving him, dominating you with his deep and commanding voice, asking you to ‘Acknowledge him’, teasing and spanking you until you couldn’t take it anymore and begged for ‘your Tribal Chief to do something’. Always wondered what it would be like to sit on Roman Reigns’s lap, feeling his big thighs under you, leaving little to the imagination. Always wanted your pussy to ‘acknowledge’ the thickness of his dick while you straddled him and rode the shit out of him. Always wanted to find out what it’d be like to fuck ‘The Tribal Chief’ Roman Reigns and everything that came with it–his wet hair tickling your skin, the way his leather gloves would feel grabbing your skin firmly, his black cargo pants and the way they’d feel while you ran your hands along his thighs and if he still was the champion, you’d want to fuck him with the belt around his waist–maybe even around yours.

Not that sex with Joe wasn’t great, it was always breathtaking and never left you unsatisfied, but you couldn’t imagine how amazing sex with Roman would be either. You wanted the best of both worlds. Joe was dominant, but gentle, Roman was dominant and rough–you just knew it. Just the thought of being dicked-down by him was enough to make your pussy uncomfortably dripping wet.

Well, tonight was your lucky night.

It was late at night. You had just gotten out of the shower, put on your sleepwear and done your nightly skin care routine, before making your way to bed. What you didn’t expect was for him to be there. Sitting on the bed, legs widely spread on the sheets, wearing his usual in-ring attire, the Tribal Chief was awaiting you. If he wanted to play, two could play that game…

“Roman Reigns??! The Tribal Chief, on my bed?! What did I do to deserve such an honor? What would my man say?”, you teasingly let out, covering your mouth in a fake-surprised gesture. You had a hard time keeping a straight face, this was just too good to be true–and too much fun. He was enjoying this just as much and it only just started. You could tell by the way his eyes grew more and more dark. Although, he was better at keeping his composure–his years of playing all kinds of characters and storylines definitely helped.

“Well… I heard from a friend of mine –a really nice guy by the way– that you wanted to acknowledge your Tribal Chief and you see..”, he moved his thumb over his lip, before moving both his hands on his lap, not diverting his gaze from you. “I give people what they want.” His voice was husky, waking up the butterflies sleeping in your tummy and the hairs all over your body almost felt alive standing up on your skin. Your pussy almost started purring for real and you almost had trouble breathing from the way this man made you feel with just his presence and words. The power of the Tribal Chief.

“Why don’t you take a seat?”, he patted his thigh, motioning for you to sit on his lap. “I promise I won't bite…”, the devilish grin he made only made you even more aroused and you had to control yourself from jumping on him and fucking the shit out of him.

You were sure you would need to get rushed to the hospital by ambulance in a matter of seconds, from the heart attack that was soon to occur with how fast your heart was beating right now. This man really had a way with words and even the simpler ones sounded so intoxicating coming out of his mouth.

Still, it didn’t stop you from making your way towards him, obliging yourself not to run –that would be too much– and sitting on his thigh, the visible bulge starting to grow in his pants, not going unnoticed. Earning a low groan from him when you brushed it –voluntarily– with your ass. He brought his arm around you, his hand on your ass while his other was softly touching your knee.

“So.. What can I do for you, my Tribal Chief?”, you looked up at him with innocent eyes and a smile, that meant everything but innocence. Bringing you closer to him, touching all over your thigh, his leather glove left chills down your skin with each stroke of his hand, he whispered in your ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl?”, his lips teasing, brushing, the skin at the base of your neck. “Do everything I say?”

You nodded ‘yes’, paralyzed to say or do anything else, but he wasn’t satisfied with your answer. “Use your words.”, he said, his eyes deep and serious and his voice commanding, forcing you to look at him.

“Y-yes. Yes.”

He smirked, “Yes, who?”

“Yes, my Tribal Chief.”

“Good.”, he finally let out. “Now… Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

One of his hands moved under your top, caressing the skin of your back and sides, while the other held your hair tightly in his fist, pushing your head up and exposing your neck for him to leave open mouthed kisses, only making you moan under his touch. His lips were soft and contrasted with the roughness of his beard. He then moved to your lips, capturing them in a sloppy kiss. His tongue exploring your mouth and tasting the toothpaste you just used before entering the bedroom.

“Strip. Now.”, His tone didn’t sound like he was in the mood to play around. You had no choice but to do as he said. What the Tribal Chief wants, is what the Tribal Chief gets.

Still not moving, you could see and feel how impatient he was becoming. You gasped when he grabbed your neck firmly and choked you, forcing your gaze on him, “I thought I made myself clear… I. Want. You. To. Strip. For. Me.”, his eyes grew more deep and intense, almost scaring you, but surprisingly, it turned you on even more. And his voice, damn his voice, it still echoed through you, instantly dominating your whole body, making you submit to anything he wanted. “Now. You don’t want to make the Tribal Chief wait, do ya’?”

You almost lost your ability to talk, stuck under the hold he had on you, “N-noo, no my Tribal Chief. I’m sorry.”, standing up, you made sure to give him your best ‘I’m sorry’ look and smile, puppy eyes were always a winner with Joe, but Roman had more self control –or so it seemed…

“You better be. I don’t like when people disobey me.”, watching you slowly start taking off your clothes, he repositioned himself on the bed, his hand moved his hair out of his face and he scratched his beard, lust filled his eyes, locked on you. His gaze burned through you, igniting a fire in your body you weren’t sure could be extinguished. Your skin felt hot under your fingertips –maybe there really was a fire burning in you– and your cheeks were almost burning from the rush of blood traveling there.

Standing in only your underwear, you watched as he slowly palmed himself through his pants, dick now fully erected and desperately cried for your attention. The sight alone made your pussy dripping wet–even more than it already was, feeling like a river flowed down there. You were about to continue pulling off your panties, when he motioned for you to ‘come here’ with his fingers, “C’mere baby girl.”

Smirking and eager for what was about to happen next, you didn’t wait a second swaying your hips over, situating yourself on his lap, straddling him. “Hello again, daddy.”, you whispered, brushing your lips against his, while your hands went to the back of his head, playing with his loose hair. You started moving your hips against him, running your hands all over his broad shoulders and chest.

“Hey, gorgeous.”, he said, smirking. He stayed there and enjoyed the view of your perfect body moving against his and how amazing it felt.

“You know…”, he licked his lips before continuing, “Joe wasn’t lying when he told me you had the body of a goddess…”. His eyes went down your body and back up, stopping at your boobs, cupping them with his big hands and pulling at the buds with his fingers–only making you moan and grind against him. He took your left nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it while cupping your right boob with his other hand–before repeating the action on the other one. Head thrown back at the sensation, no longer thinking straight, you let slip a ‘Joe’. He removed himself from your boobs and grabbed you by the neck, “You’re moaning his name while you’re grinding your wet little covered pussy against my cock?”, his voice was nothing but deep, almost screaming. “You’re just a pathetic slut.”, he shook his head disapprovingly.

You couldn’t help but moan at the roughness in his words and voice. Never did you ever hear him speak to you like that and to be honest–you loved it.

“Daddy will have to teach you a lesson…”, his free hand came down hard on your ass, spanking you and taking you by surprise. “By the end of the night, the only man you’ll be acknowledging…”, he brought your face closer to his, “is me, your Tribal Chief. Understand?”

“Y-yes”, you struggled to let out, his hand still wrapped around your neck.

“I’ll make you forget about Joe.” Your lips instantly moved into a subtle smile at his words–it was quite funny for him to talk about himself like that. Again, he was really good at this role-playing thing and he wasn’t going to let that one slide. “Oh, I’m funny now? It’s funny? I’m funny to you, uh?”, he moved his hands from you, instead moving them on his face, looking desperate. “Get up.”, he almost pushed you off him and stood up, smacking your ass hard while doing so. “We’ll see if you’re laughing after that…”

Before you could even realize what was happening, Roman wrapped his arms around you, made sure he was positioned correctly, and elevated you in an effortless suplex position. Letting out a scream as your back hit the mattress, your eyes wide from what just happened, all you could hear was your own rapid breathing and the laugh that came out of him. “What do you think of that? Ain’t laughing now are ya’?”

“You’re cra-.”

“Watch your mouth.”, he sternly looked at you. “In fact… why don’t you put it to good use?”, his eyes moved down to his crotch–no words needed for you to understand what he hinted at.

“What if I don’t?”, you sat down on your knees, crossing your arms.

“I think you forgot who you’re talking to…”, he got closer to the bed, his eyes sending warnings your way. “No one says no to the Tribal Chief. I always get what I want.”, he unbuckled his pants, took your wrists in his hands and locked them together using the belt. Pulling his dick out of his underwear and pants, he forced your mouth on his dick, “Now take it. I want you to choke on this dick. And don’t you dare move your hands off your lap.”

Groaning, you obliged yourself to suck him, struggling with the fact you couldn’t use your hands to help you or at least touch him. “Aww, do you wanna touch daddy?”, he noticed the way your fingers kept moving, trying to grab a piece of him or anything–you could never stand not touching him. He knew that and always loved to tease you about it. It didn’t matter if it was Joe or Roman, teasing was in his DNA–he couldn’t help it.

Pushing your hands further down he continued, “Too bad. I won’t let you touch me.”, he smiled, “You should have thought twice before talking, gorgeous. Actions have consequences.” He winked at you before grabbing your head in his hands, using your mouth as he fucked himself in your wet hole. For a second you struggled with how rough he was being and how deep he was in your mouth–touching the back of your throat. Almost choking and tears running down your eyes, you tried your best to relax your throat. “Breathe, baby girl. You can do it. I know you can take it.” He wasn’t wrong. You had become really good at taking all his dick in your mouth with all the practice you both did. His encouraging words and the way he looked –face contorted in pleasure, he looked so good– it helped you relax and you proved him your mouth was the perfect ‘fuck hole’.

“O-oh fuck yes. Just like that.”, his eyes looked down on you taking all his dick in your mouth and he groaned, throwing his head back doing so. Your mouth and tongue licking on just the right places were driving him crazy. When you started feeling his dick twitch in your mouth, he quickly pulled you off and brought your lips to his. His hand touched you through your underwear, feeling how damped the material was. “All wet already? For me? What a shame, I won’t get a taste of this pussy… You don’t deserve my mouth.”, he smirked and pushed you down further on the bed, taking your panties off and throwing them behind his back. You groaned and only wished you could force his head to your begging pussy –needing his mouth on you. He was teasing you, bringing his head inches away from your cunt–you could feel his hair brushing against your inner thighs and folds. “Mhmm please… please.”

“Please what?”, he laughed, “You wanna beg now? Uh?”, he was now getting even closer, his breath was hot against you and only made you groan and grind. “Look at you. A whimpering and squirming mess. At my mercy.”, his voice deep and only making you go insane even more.

“Just touch me, please daddy. I’ll be a good girl. Pleaseee.”, you sounded so desperate and the way you pouted your lips and looked at him, he couldn’t say no to his baby girl.

“You look so beautiful begging for me”, not letting you answer him, he gave in and started eating your pussy like it was his first meal of the day. “Fuckkkk.”, your fingers went directly to touch –at what you could– his hair, grabbing at it. Taking your hands and pushing them up your head, he stopped his work on your pussy, “What did I say about touching? Your hands stay right there. Understand?” Nodding your head, he resumed his actions on your wet entrance. Sucking and licking everywhere, making you uncontrollably move under his touch. His hands, covered by his gloves, grabbed your thighs firmly, forcing you around his head, not letting you get out of his grasp. And then, he moved away and you felt your fast approaching climax slowly run away from you. “Noooo, why’d you stop?”

He laughed, “You really thought I was gonna let you cum? Nah, you’re gonna cum on this dick and this dick only.”, taking his dick in his hand he started pumping himself, looking straight at you. “You want it right?” The way his hand wrapped around his length, his long calloused fingers enveloping its thickness, his red glove covering his hand and his legs looking so good in those pants that still covered his thighs. It only made your mouth water and your eyes grow darker with desire. The man in front of you had no idea how sexy he looked right now.

“Mhmm fuck yes. Take me. Take me daddy. Fuck me.”

“As you wish.”, he winked and pushed your legs open further, pushing his full length into you. The sounds that came out of you were animalistic and close to pornographic. Not letting you adjust to his size, he kept hitting harder and faster. The feeling was too much for you to handle –both hurting and pleasuring– bringing his hand to your neck, he choked you, the leather of the glove adding on to the feeling, brushing against your skin.

“Nuh huh. You wanted my dick… You’re gonna take it…Don’t run away from me.”, he smirked, dropping your neck and holding your hips against his, not letting you move whatsoever. You had no other choice but to give in to his desires. You didn’t mind actually.

“Fuck. You’re so tight.. and wet…”, he groaned and brought his head back trying his best not to give in to your incredible pussy and burst into you.

“Mmhm, all for you Chief. All for you…”, you breathlessly let the words come out of your mouth, overwhelmed in the heat created between your connected bodies. “Oh fuck “, you could feel your orgasm fast approaching–and it wasn’t helping that he kept on touching your g-spot repeatedly with each of his thrusts, barely containing the words and sounds you made.

“That’s right… You’re gonna cum? Coat daddy’s dick with your juices?”, he said, feeling the walls of your pussy clench and squeeze around him, almost eating him whole completely.

“If you keep that up, yesss.”, your eyes locked with his as you spoke and he took your legs, putting them on his shoulders and pushing your knees next to your head–folding you in half. The new position makes his dick go even deeper than it already was, pushing you faster and faster to the final release. His balls slapping against your clit, only adding to the overstimulation and intense pleasure as it finally took over your body, not even able to form a full sentence.

He played with your breasts with his mouth, watching them bounce under each of his strokes. His words and touch only earned him a long and loud moan from you as you came all over him. He slowed down his movements a bit, watching you come down from your climax, your face relaxed and sweaty. “I’m not done with you yet…”, he whispered in your ear, kissing and biting down your neck. “Hope I didn’t tire you already…”, he smirked, slapping your ass, before he pulled out and moved you around so you were now on all four.

“No… I’ll do anything for you my Tribal Chief.”, you teased him by moving your ass and shaking it, his hands playing with the cheeks and slapping them repeatedly. Then, without warning, he pushed his dick back inside your wet entrance and chased his own orgasm.

“That ass is so hypnotizing. Fuck.”, his eyes couldn’t look away from your ass and you could feel his dick twitching. You started moving yourself on his dick, meeting each of his thrusts. “That’s it fuck yourself on me. Bounce on me.”, he started being louder, groaning and moaning, you knew he was close to the finish line.

“You’re gonna cum Roman? You’re gonna cum in this pussy? Uh, daddy?”

“Y-yes, You want it? You want it uh?”, he took back the commands, driving his dick into your cunt faster, desperately wanting his release.

“Yes, I want it daddy, please please please, cum in me. I wanna feel your cum in my pussy”, you moaned, feeling your orgasm close to taking over your body.

“Ugh fuck. Fuck.”, he almost collapsed on top of you from the power of his release, pushing your own release. “Shittttt, daddy. Fuck yes.”

••••• •••••

Coming down from your highs, Roman –Joe– pulled you to his chest, kissing your temple.

“That was amazing”, you breathed on his neck.

“Yeah?”, he looked down at you, smiling, “I should call Roman again, sometimes.”

“I hate you.”, you chuckled, putting your hand on his cheek. “I love you too.”, he smiled and pecked your lips.

After minutes of comfortable silence, laying in each other’s arms, he spoke again.

“So, umm… Which dick is the best, mine or his?”, you slapped his arm, bursting out laughing, his chest moving from his own chuckles, “What if I say both?”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind sharing you with him. He’s the only one I’d let get close to you like that.”

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