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Featuring: Damian Priest x Fem Reader Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, and soft (and briefly rough) dom play. This is my first Damian one shot, please be nice about it, omg. 🫣 And thank you to @joannasteez, @theninthwonder, and @southerngirl41 for inspiring me to finally write for Goth Papi. Y'all are the best. 🥰

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Such pretty things were meant to be admired.

The soft locks of your hair framing your pretty face. The gloss glimmering on your pretty, thick lips, a hint of pink on them. The pink and leather collar laced around your throat, a gold heart charm dangling from it with your name inscribed upon it in cursive. Not the one your mother gave you, but the one Papi did.

“Mi cosa bonita.”

A pretty thing you were to him. His slant eyes shone deep brown and full of admiration for the way you perched yourself on the floor between his thighs. He was still fully clothed in his black t-shirt, matching jeans, and leather vest but demanded you to be bare, appreciating your curves and how obedient you were as you sat with big, precious eyes gazing up at him. He would adorn you, certainly, reward you for being such a good girl for him.

His long and thick fingers came down to fondle the side of your face, watching you nuzzle your cheek into his large palm with eyes closed and cherishing his warmth before he combed those fingers through your hair. A thumb returned to your cheek with a caress and brush along your bottom lip, smudging the gloss to his skin that he brought to his mouth to taste. Sweet like cherry, sweet like you, sweet like your eyes beholding the flash of his tongue as he appreciated the flavor he picked for you. Wishing he would appreciate you the same way and soon.

The plush carpet under your knees was comfortable enough but would begin to nip and gnaw at your skin the longer you remained on them, the longer he made you wait. And yet you’d remain on them and wait as Papi wouldn’t like you to fidget...and he would make it worth your while. You just had to sit pretty for a little while longer.

Wait even when the minutes crawled and stretched like time was in no hurry to bring you to your desires. Even when the air in the room became thick and sultry with your and his body heat trying to melt and meld together as his hulking thighs closely surrounded you without touch. Even when his fingers fondled the back of your head, massaging to your scalp as his other hand fondled your chin. His thumb dipped in for another taste of your gloss but let you taste it this time, a sweet, gentle sweep at your tongue until you nestled your lips around him. A sweet adornment to hold you over but for how much longer? How much longer for a sip of him, for him to sip on you?

His eyes were steady on your plump lips suckling with the softest hum of a moan for him, his teeth softly sinking into his own lip at the pretty sight. At his pretty thing. He’d keep you waiting if only to admire you like this. His desperate, little thing.

“So eager,” he said with a quiet laugh and a shake of his head. Was it so obvious the silent tremble that danced with goosebumps on your naked skin before him? Was the hushed heat in your eyes so telling as it burned lower and throughout you? He studied you and the slip of spit that followed his thumb as he retrieved it from your mouth, placed it on his tongue to admire your taste before he spoke knowingly. “You would lose yourself in seconds. Can’t have that.”

“Papi—”

“Patience, hermosa.”

His fingers didn’t dip where you gathered with slick that threatened to drip to the floor, wearing nothing but the collar he’d bought you, but they slipped along the leather, a slight pinch of the charm between his thumb and pointer. He used it to lure you up as he leaned down, his lips a warm whisper against yours with an even warmer breath becoming your own as you gasped with eyes falling shut. Waiting for at least a kiss and yet he only gave you a stroke of his fingers in your hair and a husky murmur, “Gotta learn to take your time. Nothing worth having comes so easy.”

And you murmured back in a whine, “But you take too much time, baby. I’ll still be good if you—”

His fingers abandoned your charm to seize your throat, just beneath your jaw. Cool silver from his heavy rings pinched to your skin, grip gripping in tight and leaving only a sliver of space for a subtle whimper to leave your lips. No longer did his fingers carefully stroke your hair but rather cinched in with a fist, yanking back to fill your view of him above you, making you witness his patience abruptly run out.

“Don’t backtalk me. Do I make myself clear?” A firm tug at your throat, the charm of your collar jingling at the swift punishment. The demand on his lips grazing yours as you attempted to nod once.

Yet the bulk of his grip limited the movement and he didn’t let go until he hoisted you onto your feet, standing with you and standing tall like a mountain you could not pass or go around. A mountain that wanted you to run like a river beneath it, your body cascading onto the bed behind him after he laid you there, your thighs flowing apart with his hands to guide them, his eyes taking in your essence flowing and glistening to the sheets.

And where you thought his patience had been lost, he restored it merely to watch you struggle with those silent trembles and hushed heat. Watched how it made his pretty thing try to writhe in his hands, thumbs digging into the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, yet too far away from where you craved them to make you blossom, make room to plant his tongue. Taste his sweet, little thing.

“Por favor.” A short, shudder of a plea, touching the ceiling as you couldn’t bring yourself to look down at him and his beautiful aura at the edge of the bed with his luscious touch edging closer without you running the risk of imploding. Too eager, he called you, and perhaps he was right as the simple thought of his full, pink lips meeting yours, glossing themselves with your nectar, kissing softly and lapping messily—“Mmnh. Papi, I’m sorry…please.”

Your back curled with a little arch, a quiet tremble suddenly loud and needy when you felt his blunt nails at your skin, fingers squeezing in to command future bruises when they lifted, and his breath a subtle lick to your yearning that he was almost ready to indulge. Almost.

For you were at your prettiest when you were falling apart before he had even adorned you properly. His sweet, pathetic girl. It softened his ire already fading because he couldn’t hold it against you, not when you begged for him so sweetly like that.

“¿Por favor que, mi cosa bonita?” A purr as soft as it could be with his bellowing tone, his eyes admiring how his voice stirred you, your pretty pussy clenching at nothing. The same nothing that would hold true if you even thought to rush him again.

“Taste me. Please.”

“Promise me you won’t cum. Not ’til I say.”

“I-I promise.”

Another breath of his rolled over you, a contented sigh from the sound of it, a relieved one escaping your lips when his fingers soothed the ache he created on your thighs, smoothing closer with wide thumbs gently pulling and parting your slick, soft folds which were the same pretty pink as your collar that felt too snug when you swallowed a sob rather than air.

How could you not prefer pleasure over breath when he stole it, anyway, with lush licks from the tip of his tongue growing thicker the deeper it sank inside you? Your pussy expanded around him thrusting in, slurping sticky, searching lazily for your sweet spot that would make your knees buckle and shake around his head. Your body was already coming undone at the seams, your chest rising and falling with the prettiest cries, your arms stretching over your head with nails clawed into the sheets, and your hips grinding down on the length of his warm, wet tongue.

And you didn’t mean to lose yourself. You didn’t mean to lose your mind when he let two fingers delve between your folds, just above his nose, to spread you for his tongue to flick up, long and fat with filthy noises. Soft, suckling sounds when his mouth closed around your delicate, little nub before you felt his palm pressing the back of your thigh, pinning it to the bed and out of his way when you tried to close it on his head. You didn’t mean to let that hushed heat devour you like flames, pussy fluttering and dripping even when he pulled away too late to tame the fire that claimed you. You didn’t mean to break your promise.

One of your hands released the sheets to find its way to your essence, sliding over the tender throb of your clit with fingers that swirled heavy and frantic until you uttered his name, until the heat took its time to lull into a simmer once more. And despite his own judgment, he observed it all, wanting to find frustration in you doing precisely what he warned against, yet finding fascination, instead.

Fascinated with the pretty sound of you, the slosh of your fingers and your little huffs and moans. Fascinated with the pretty sight of you, the fanning of your hair above the twist of your body like a painting on the canvas of sheets. His mouth was still hungry to feast on you, his delicious, pretty thing. Beckoning him to forsake his patience again, condone your bad behavior, as his every limb and muscle longed to taste you deeply, adorn you wholly.

For such pretty things were meant to be admired.

. . .

His Pretty Thing

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jaethaone · 3 months ago

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Can’t Get Enough

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black F!Reader

Word Count: 2.8 (She A Big One 😂)

Requested: I just want a fic of Roman who’s obsessed with how thick his girlfriend is, maybe she’s built kinda like Skai Jackson or even Trinity Fatu but he loves to hit and smack her ass, watch it move when they fuck, squeeze it when he walks by, I just want smut 😞

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: SMUT! Like Pure Smut .. I’m Honestly Ashamed Of Myself 🙈😂

A/n: I Honestly Wasn’t Expecting This To Be As Long But Once I Get In My Zone, It Just Be Writing😂 Hope You Guys Enjoy.

Roman couldn't keep his hands off of you. He was absolutely obsessed with your curvy figure, especially your ass. It was his favorite part of your body, a source of endless fascination and desire.

Whenever you were together, his hands were drawn to you like magnets, needing to touch, caress, and possess every inch of your soft flesh.

Almost every time you were around Roman your eyes sparkled with mischief, knowing the effect you had on him. You loved dressing up for him, choosing outfits that showcased your body, especially your generous curves. Tight dresses that hugged your hips and accentuated your waist were your signature style, driving Roman wild with desire.

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the room as Roman returned home. He dropped his keys on the hall table with a clatter, kicking off his shoes and padding barefoot into the living room.

Upon entering , his smile widened at the sight that greeted him. You were curled up on the sofa, long legs tucked beneath you and a book forgotten in your lap as you looked up at him, eyes sparkling with affection.

Your hair tumbled over your shoulders, contrasting beautifully with the deep V-neck of the fluffy loungewear set you were wearing, which accentuated your cleavage.

There you are," he said, crossing the room in strides and pulling you to your feet for a kiss. "God, I've missed you."

"Mmm, I've missed you too." You moaned softly as your lips met, arms wrapping around his neck.

You wore no bra, and Roman could feel your breasts pressing against his chest, your nipples hardening at his touch.

As y’all kissed, he slid his hands down your back, savoring the soft feel of your skin, and then lower, grasping a handful of your ass. You giggled, breaking away from the kiss, your eyes sparkling with what could only be lust.

"Roman!" You chided playfully, swatting his hands away. "Behave yourself. I was just about to make some dinner."

"Oh, let me help with that," he said, his eyes never leaving your body as you started to walk past him towards the kitchen. He admired the way your hips swayed beneath your knitted shorts, the fabric hugging every curve.

"You know I love to watch you cook," he added, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he followed you into the kitchen, pressing up against you from behind as you opened the fridge.

"Is that so?" You asked, a smile in your voice. "And here I thought you just liked to eat."

"Oh, I do," he said, nipping at your ear, his hands sliding up your stomach to cup your breasts. "I love to feast on every inch of you."

You gasped, breath catching in your throat as his thumbs brushed over your already sensitive nipples.

"Roman, we have food to make," you protested weakly, even as you leaned back against him, your head falling back to give him better access to your neck.

"Mmm, you taste as sweet as ever," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down your throat as his hands continued their exploration.

One hand slipped lower, sliding between your legs, his fingers teasing at the damp fabric of your panties.

"Oh, God..." You moaned, your knees buckling slightly as his fingers found your clit, circling it gently. "We—we can't... Not yet..."

"Why not?" he asked, his breath hot against your ear, his fingers continuing their relentless torture. "I want you now, Yn. I need to feel you around me, those tight, wet walls squeezing me..."

"Roman, please..." You whimpered, one hand holding onto the fridge, the other clutching at his arms as your legs trembled.

You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against you, and your body craved his, but you knew if y’all started now, you wouldn't make it to dinner.

With a final, teasing stroke, Roman relented, withdrawing his hand and stepping back, his eyes glittering with desire. "Fine," he said, his voice strained. "But we finish this later. I want you screaming my name, Yn."

You shivered at his words, a heady mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through you.

"I always do," you promised, eyes locking with his as you straightened your clothes.

Dinner was a relaxed affair, with soft music playing in the background and candles flickering on the table, casting a warm glow over your plates of pasta and glasses of red wine.

You both talked and laughed easily, sharing stories from your day as you enjoyed the simple pleasure of a home-cooked meal.

But despite the casual atmosphere, an undercurrent of tension and desire thrummed between you, an unspoken awareness of what was to come later that night.

Every so often, Roman's gaze would linger on your body, taking in the way your shirt dipped low to reveal a hint of cleavage, or the way your hair fell over your shoulders, concealing yet tantalizing.

And You, for your part, was equally aware of him, the way his eyes followed your every move, the way his broad shoulders filled out his shirt, and the way his strong, calloused hands moved as he ate and drank. You knew what those hands could do, the pleasure they could bring, and the thought made your core clench with need.

As you both finished your meal, Roman pushed back his chair with a scrape and stood, crossing to the kitchen to put away the dishes. You watched him move, your pulse quickening as you took in the way his jeans hugged his narrow hips and powerful thighs.

"Come here, Yn," he said, his voice low and commanding as he returned to the table, holding out a hand to you.

You rose from your chair, heart pounding, and placed your hand in his, feeling a spark of electricity as your fingers intertwined. He pulled you close, his free hand sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you against the hardness that was already growing insistent at his groin.

"I need you," he growled, his lips brushing your ear as he pressed himself against you. "Now."

You whimpered, your body melting against his, all thoughts of resistance forgotten, hands clutching the sides of his face, pulling his lips down to yours for a hungry kiss.

With a growl, Roman swept you up into his arms and carried you from the kitchen to your shared bedroom.

You laughed, a breathless, excited sound, as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and strode toward the bed, laying you down gently on the soft, rumpled sheets.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes devouring you as he loomed over you, his broad shoulders blocking out the light.

You reached up, tugging at his shirt, and he quickly pulled it over his head, revealing his muscular chest and arms, the light from the bedside lamp casting shadows over his defined abs.

"Mmm" was all you said, as your hands glided over his skin, marveling at the feel of him. "I love your body."

He smiled, a flash of white teeth in the dim light, and leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, even as his hands went to work, tugging at your clothes, eager to reveal and explore every inch of you.

He took a moment to appreciate your body, the sight made Roman's mouth go dry.

"You look incredible," Roman whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Soon, you were both naked, clothes discarded on the floor, mouths never leaving each other, hands desperate to touch and feel.

You moaned into his mouth as he pulled you against him, your bare skin sliding against his, nipples hardening as they brushed against his chest.

Roman broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there as his hands roamed, squeezing and caressing your breasts, your hips, your thighs.

Roman's strong hands grasped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, leaving momentary imprints on your skin.

"I love how you fill my hands," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "So fucking thick and soft."

You let out a soft moan, feeling his fingers gently squeezing and kneading your ass. He loved to play with it, feeling the plump cheeks yielding to his touch. He smacked your ass playfully, enjoying the way it jiggled with each strike.

"You like that, don't you?" You teased, kissing him passionately.

Roman's kisses were hungry, his tongue invading your mouth as his hands continued their exploration.

"Let me see it," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Let me see that beautiful ass." Getting up off the bed.

You obliged, slowly turning around giving him a full view. You leaned forward slightly, resting your hands on the bed, offering him a perfect angle to admire your curves.

Roman's eyes traced the curve of your spine, down to the soft, round globes of your ass, now exposed and waiting for his touch.

Roman wasted no time, his hands cupping your cheeks, squeezing and spreading them apart. He admired the way your ass filled his hands, the plump flesh overflowing his grip. He delivered a sharp smack, leaving a red imprint on one cheek, then the other, watching as the skin bounced back with each strike.

"Oh, fuck, yes," You hissed, feeling a rush of pleasure and pain. "harder."

Roman obliged, his hand connecting with your ass repeatedly, leaving a mosaic of red handprints on your skin. You moaned loudly, your body trembling with each impact. He reached down, sliding his fingers under you, finding your wetness.

"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his fingers sliding easily through your folds.

You arched your back, pushing your ass towards him, inviting more of his touch.

Roman's fingers delved deeper, finding your sweet spot. He rubbed you firmly, his thumb circling your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"You like it when I touch you here?"

"Oh, God, yes..." you gasped, your head falling to the bed.

"That's it, let me hear you," he encouraged, his voice a husky growl as he added a second finger, thrusting slowly into your wet heat. "Let me know how much you love it."

"Oh... Oh, Roman..." you moaned, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, your back arching as his fingers worked their magic, curling just right to hit that hidden spot deep inside you. "I love it... I love the way you touch me... Please, don't stop..."

"I don't plan to," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching and filling you as he rubbed your clit with his thumb. "Come for me, Yn. Scream my name."

"Roman!" You cried out as your body dropped to the bed as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, an electric tension building, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. "Oh, God, Roman!"

"Cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice a low, sexy rasp. "Let me feel that pussy squeezing my fingers."

You couldn't hold back any longer. As Roman's fingers worked their magic, you came hard, your body shaking, a chorus of moans escaping your lips. Roman continued to stimulate you, drawing out your orgasm, until you were reduced to a quivering mess, your legs weak and your body drenched in sweat.

As your body shuddered and convulsed, Roman turned you back around and lowered his head, taking a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue as your cries echoed in his ears. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding him to you as you felt the after shocks of your orgasm wash over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Slowly, you came back to earth, your body relaxing against the bed, a lazy smile curving your lips as you opened your eyes to find Roman watching you, his eyes dark with desire.

"That," you said, your voice a hoarse whisper, "was amazing."

"We're not done yet," he promised, his voice thick with need. He withdrew his hand from between your legs, his fingers glistening with your arousal, and brought them to his mouth, sucking your essence from them as you watched, your heart pounding.

Then, with a low growl, he hooked his arms under your knees, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders as he settled between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your wetness.

"You ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with his own need as he rubbed the head of his cock against your sensitive clit.

"Yes," you moaned, your eyes fluttering closed as the sensation sent sparks of pleasure through you. "Please, Roman, I need you."

With a groan, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside you with one smooth stroke.

"Ahh!" You cried out, your eyes flying open as you felt herself stretch around him, your body accommodating his size.

"You feel so damn good," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought for control, his hips stilled as he gave you a moment to adjust.

"Move, Roman," You pleaded, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. "Please..."

With a growl, he began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into you, his hips snapping forward as he set a relentless pace.

"Oh, God..." you moaned, your head tossing from side to side on the pillow, your breath coming in short gasps as he filled you over and over. "It's—it's too much..."

"It's never too much," he growled, his hands gripping your thighs as he drove into you, his balls slapping against you with each powerful thrust. "You take all of me, Yn. You take every inch."

"Yes..." you whimpered, your body trembling as he pounded into you, the bed creaking beneath them. "I'm trying... Oh, God, Roman..."

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his teeth gritted as he fought to hold on, his own pleasure building to a peak. "Take it... Take my cock..."

"I'm trying..." you moaned, your nails digging into his skin, legs wrapping around his waist as you met his thrusts, your hips moving in perfect rhythm with his. "Oh, Roman, it feels so good..."

"You feel good," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. "So tight and wet...”

"Yes..." you moaned, your body on the brink again, your walls clenching around him as you chased your own release. "Come for me, Roman... Let me feel it..."

“Mmm not yet” Roman moaned as he pulled out, turning you back onto your hands and knees. “Gotta see that ass clap from behind”

You felt the head of his cock breaching your entrance again, stretching you, filling you in ways only he could. Roman's hands gripped your hips tightly as he began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of your, wet pussy.

"Yes, fuck me," You urged, pushing back against him. "Fuck this ass."

Roman obliged, his hands leaving red marks on your skin as he guided you onto his cock. He pounded into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, driving you closer to the edge.

"You love it when I fuck that fat ass, don't you?" Roman growled, his voice filled with primal desire.

"Yes, yes, I do!" You cried out, your body on fire.

Roman's grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you with abandon. He pulled your hair back gently, exposing your neck, and planted wet kisses along your sensitive skin. His thrusts became more urgent, his cock throbbing inside you.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," he warned, his voice strained.

You could feel his cock twitching inside you

With a loud groan, he let go, his body tensing as he emptied himself into you, his hips stuttering as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through him.

"Roman!" You cried out, the sensation causing your own orgasm to crash over you, your walls milking him as your body shook with release. "Oh, God, Roman!"

As your cries echoed in the room, You and Roman collapsed onto the bed, (more so you collapsing onto the bed and him collapsing onto you) his full weight pressing you into the mattress but not crushing you as he fought to catch his breath, his heart pounding against your chest.

"Wow," you breathed, your hands stroking his back, a lazy smile curving your lips. "That was..."

“Incredible," he finished for you, lifting his head to press a soft kiss to your lips, and rolling over next to you. "You're incredible." Roman whispered, his hands gently caressing your ass as you curled into his side. "I can't get enough of you."

“You can’t get enough of me, or my ass” you laughed, feeling his hands go from caressing your ass to grabbing fistfuls.

“Yes”

The End

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