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caramelcleopatraa · 5 months ago

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COGNAC QUEEN

word count: 1.9k

x: @heauxvibez asked someone to write something based off of Cognac Queen by Megan Thee Stallion (amazing song rec, I recommend you go stream the song) not proofread

content: 18+ mdni, Roman x Semeni (OC), dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), cuddle fuck, a lil bitta fluff at the end

I'm lookin' paid and pretty (yeah)

Hair hanging down to my back, huh

I put it on him last night (woo!)

He calling me back to back, hey (hey)

Semeni sat with her legs crossed in the spacious, dazzling condominium. The big window panels showcasing the beautiful city lights. While these two were in their own little world. Far from the public eye.

Her neon hot pink dress adorned with long ruffles perfectly outlined her figure. His eyes stayed on her plump lips as she sipped the amber drink from her glass. Relishing in the savory taste and enjoying the atmosphere he set.

Drop me a pin where you at (at)

I'm gonna come 'round like a 'Lac (like a 'Lac)

I get in my 'Gac on that 'Gac ('Gac on that 'Gac)

He call me Megan the Mack (Megan the Mack)

“You okay? You’re a little quiet.” Roman sits next to her, filling the empty space like a puzzle piece and putting the bottle on the gray coffee table. “I’m fine, I'm just watching you.” Semeni was never shy when it came to how she felt about him. They weren't in a serious relationship, but they spent their free time with each other. They never assigned a label to their relationship. They were just friends, who took each other out to expensive restaurants, spoiled each other, and fuck occasionally. Nothing special.

He raises his eyebrow in amusement and motions to himself in an up and down motion. “You been looking at all of this, huh?” She takes one final sip from her glass, emptying it and placing it on the small coffee table. Roman observes her movements slyly, watching her beautiful eyes blink as she sits the glass on the table, watching her body rise as she takes a deep breath. She was mesmerizing.

“Yeah I have, and I want all of it,” Semeni says, placing her hands on his chest, feeling him up through his black polo shirt. He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut from the feeling of her hands on his body. “I love feeling your hands on my chest,” he says softly. “I know you do, but I know you want my hands somewhere else.”

He looks at her brown, gentle eyes and says, “So put ‘em there.”

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“Damn baby, that feels so good.” His black dress trousers were rolled down to his thighs, leaning back on the expansive gray couch with his arms laying on either side of him. Meanwhile, Semeni is kneeling in front of him, between his thick legs, stroking his dick at a medium pace.

“You feel good baby?” His small whimpers and heavy breaths contrasted his tough exterior.

“F-fuckk baby, stay right there on the tip.”

A thick wad of spit drips from her lips, landing on his sensitive mushroom tip. Her hands cup the tip, fastly bobbing her hand on his tip. God did he go wild. His head tilted back, letting the pleasure take over him.

“Y’wanna cum?” He pants and nods furiously, clutching onto the big couch cushions to stop himself from bucking his hips into her hand. “You know I wanna fuckin’ cum.” His head stays tilted back. He knew not to look in her eyes. If he did, then it was over for him. “Look at me, Roman,” she says, using her unoccupied hand to rub up and down his thigh. He laughs to himself at her request, knowing that she is trying to set him up. “I know what you’re trying to do, sweetheart.” She pouts to herself, surprised that he didn’t fall for her usual tactics. ‘Okay, let’s try again’

“Please look at me, daddy. I wanna see your eyes when you cum.” He lets out a deep throaty moan, still clutching onto the couch cushions. Her voice, her words, her hands, how good she was making him feel. Doing all of the right things to make him crazy. Which is why he can never get enough of her. And probably why he was looking into her captivating eyes now. Frozen and still, but somehow on fire. “There we go daddy, look me in my eyes when you cum,” She purrs, shifting from side to side, ignoring the overflowing pool of wetness forming in her shorts.

She stuck out her tongue and held him at the base, tapping him against her tongue, but going back to his tip once again. There were no more passive grunts and groans, only melodic moans that filled their ears. Her eyes locked on his, as she put her hands behind her back, using her tongue to lick the underside of his dick before taking him in his mouth. “Oh shit~ I'm coming. Ohh fuckk-” His fingers weaved through Semeni’s brown hair, jerking his hips into her mouth. She moaned around his cock every time he met the back of her throat, swallowing every drop he gave her without complaint. “Damn, girl,” he pants out, taking his hand out of her hair. She tightens her lips around him, sucking him up one more time before she’s done. She wears a lopsided smirk on her face, watching him catch his breath. Pride surged through her. “My mouth felt that good, huh?” Roman lays down against the couch, shifting and positioning himself so that he is comfortable. “Need to take a nap big bo- “Get your ass up here and sit on my face.”

He know I only wanna

Come over put it on him

I got that woah-na-na-na

He drink that shit like water

She anchored herself by tightly grasping the dark gray couch. Singing out delicious moans. Letting him hungrily lick her up into oblivion. Staring into empty space as her eyes crossed numerous times, but focussing hard enough to see his wavy black hair spread out beneath her. Feeling his hands dig into her thighs, working his mouth in ways that make her cry out in pleasure.

Now it was her time to become undone.

“Oooh- shit~ i’m close,” She pants, prompting to lick long bold stripes along her pussy, and sucking on her clit for a quick second. And he repeats. Creating a ferocious, unescapable cycle.

Her keens of pleasure and needy whining didn’t fall on deaf ears, only encouraging him to keep going. Humming into her pussy like he took the first bite of a delicious meal. She could feel her legs shaking against his face, despite the burly hands and arms wrapped around her legs to keep her in place. “Fuck- i’m finna cum on your face, daddy,” she says slurred, with flushed cheeks and half open eyes. Just as she finished her sentence, like clockwork, she came all over his face. Softly bucking her hips against his tongue, riding out the enormous wave with his tongue as her surfboard. Now she herself was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, breathing heavy on top of him. But she couldn’t get up, his arms were still wrapped around her thighs. “At least let me clean you up before fucking you into the mattress.”

Fall in love would be dangerous (yeah)

Fuck you like I've been dranking (uh)

Cognac on my blankets (yeah)

Real bitches don't fake it, ay, ay

They had ventured into almost every room in the condo. The living room, the game room, the balcony, and now the bedroom. Finding new positions in each room. Thank god there weren't many people that lived in the same building, he hated hearing her restrained and muffled moans under his hand. They laid in the bed, cuddling in the sheets, but nowhere near done.

Her leg rested atom his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck, while he hid in the crook of hers. Placing those delicate kisses along her neck while pounding into her. She could barely see the other buildings out of the large windows on the balcony doors due to her blurry vision. But those distant buildings were her last thought. Her mind was clouded with the person who was holding her tight between the silk sheets.

Not a word had been said since they laid down in the bed, which was unusual for the two. But considering how needy they were, words didn't need to be said. They had been around each other long enough, tangled in one another long enough to know how each other feels. His low eyes as he tilted his head back and his faster paced thrusts. and her mouth agape, eyes rolled to the back of her head. Feeling the overwhelming waves of pleasure together as they nestled closer. Their chests rising and falling against each other, their heart beats loud as bass drums at highschool pep rallies. Yeah, nothing special.

You look good, you look good to me

Give me hug, it feel good to me

Hold me up, you too good to me

Cut 'em off, I know you would for me

Semeni opened one of the gray drawers, pulling out overnight clothes she had left the last time she stayed over. You know.. Just in case for situations like this. The bathroom had been hot and humid due to a long shower they took. But of course it wasn't just a shower, because he could never keep his hands to himself.

“You damn well live here by now,” He said, shirtless with loose gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips and leaning on the door frame. “You say that like you’re so bothered with that.” She approaches him, her neck cranked to look up at him. “Nah, not bothered. I'm just surprised that you took over one of my drawers.”

“Is that a problem, Roman?” She knew that they were both playing, but there was a tinge of seriousness in her tone. “No, you know you’re welcome to treat this place as your own.” She turns her back to him and smiles, looking back at the drawer filled with her clothes.

“You tell that to all of your other hoes?”

“You think I would have other women over here when you have a whole drawer to yourself?” She shrugs her shoulders and sits on the bed, pulling the comforter over her smooth legs. “Maybe I should be askin’ you that question.” She scoffs. “There’s no man you gotta worry about, cause I'm focused on the man in front of me.” She said the last part to herself. Not realizing that she may have said that a little louder than she intended to. Roman was intrigued to say the least. She was always upfront with whatever she wanted to say. So it was so interesting to see her flustered, mumbling secret words to herself about him. Her attention turned to him when he turned the light off in the bathroom, making his way to her. He laid on the bed next to her,letting the new cold silk sheets graze his skin. His hand reached out to grab her chin, stroking her face softly with his thumb. “And I'm worried about the goddess in front of me. You ain’t got nothing to worry about, mama. And if you ever doubt that, I'll prove to you that you’re the only one I'm focused on.”

Okay…. Maybe this is something special.

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msbigredmachine · 1 year ago

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Sugar & The Chief - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

Reader is a best-selling erotic author reflecting on the success of her newest novel, which is based on her secret affair with the man who became her muse.

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x OC

Warning: A LOT of smut

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: I started this goddamn fic in late 2021! 😭 I'm so glad it's finally out. This one is a little different and I hope you enjoy!

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It took you approximately three years to finish it. At first, you didn't want to, because through the smoke of mirrors of the raunchy literature was hands down the most personal piece you’ve ever done. But your team insisted that you go through with it. Your publicist Sheree told you it was one of the best works she’s ever read. On top of that, the dividends from your last book were starting to dry up, so you didn’t have that much of a choice.

You finally relented, and soon after it was published, the novel exploded. Your rabid readers had been waiting impatiently for your next offering and they gobbled it up. Your face and the novel were all over social media, TV, magazines and even on the huge Times Square billboard just down the road from your multi-million dollar penthouse in the Upper East Side. It wasn’t long before you were doing interviews and signing autographs in bookstores, malls and libraries all around the country. You were scheduled to be in London, Paris and Madrid next month promoting the book. It was a comeback for the ages.

And you had him to thank for that.

Sugar & the Chief was an erotic tale about an intense love affair that ended in disaster. Critics viewed it as Fifty Shades of Grey with better writing and much better sex and found the protagonist, Erica, relatable and three-dimensional. Erica was an ambitious albeit mentally unstable escort in an illicit relationship with Roman, a married Hollywood superstar she codenamed ‘the Chief’. This wasn’t your bland Mills & Boon romance tale...This was so smutty and so nasty you couldn’t read the first few paragraphs without wanting to masturbate thanks to Roman and Erica’s graphic sexual antics. It was so detailed that some theorists believed the Chief was based on a real person. When asked about who ‘Roman’ was, you played him off as a completely fictional character. No one needed to know the true identity of your muse. But you were one hundred percent sure that if he read this book, he would know it was about him. After all, you had incorporated some real-life dialogue between you in the novel. Without a doubt, he would know. You wondered, not for the first time, what his thoughts were if he had indeed read it.

Your fans did not hesitate to relay their own thoughts. Tonight, you were busy reading quite a number of them. Sheree had collated readers’ reviews, emails and feedback and sent them to you for your entertainment. Each one had you smiling from ear to ear. Women from all walks of life gushed about Erica and Roman. Housewives, attorneys, college students, septuagenarians, book club members; all of them had something to say and you felt all warm and fuzzy inside to know you still had it, that the magic hadn’t left your pen yet. Of course, they all wanted to know who the Chief was. They were so impressed with how he fucked you, dominated you and yet doted on you…They all wanted a man like him.

They all love you so much, Leati…just like I loved you…love you…

Closing your MacBook, you stood up from your desk with a smile. You stared out the ceiling-to-floor window and kept sipping from your Olivia Pope-sized glass of red wine, sinking deeper into your thoughts.

Truth be told, you should have known better than to fall in love with Joe Anoa’i. Your first meeting all those years ago on a week-long vacation should have ended on the island between the soft rumpled sheets of his bed. What happened in Hawaii should have stayed in Hawaii. But then, you couldn’t stop gravitating to him and he couldn’t stop gravitating to you. You went running whenever he called and he came running whenever you called. It was wild, passionate, addicting, exciting…too good to last, really. And it wasn’t long before the fantasy came crumbling down.

So many factors came into play. The demands of his job as the face of WWE. The meteoric level of his fame. And then, his discovery of your coke habit, your discovery of his wife Nicole and his three children, your increasing jealousy, his decreasing interest in you. After five tempestuous years, your relationship came to a bitter end, and the difficult healing process put an end to the writer’s block you’d been suffering from for a while.

You missed him deeply, and wished the dull ache in your heart would go away. As morally questionable as it had all been, what you experienced with him needed to happen to every woman at least once in her lifetime - indulging in forbidden fruit and all the delicious things that came with it; the danger, the thrill of secrecy, the earth-shattering sex, the emotions of love, lust, possession, and of course, the inevitable pain and heartbreak…

You captured all of that in Sugar.

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Chapter 22

Erica pushed the button, shuddering out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. The elevator doors clunked closed and the cables began to whir. She ascended, floor by floor. Light goosebumps littered over her arms as she was filled with a morbid mix of dread and anticipation.

Their big fight from three weeks ago kept playing over and over in her head like some kind of evil loop. He didn't want to leave Gaelle for her and she'd taken her frustrations out on him. However, after what she'd just discovered, he was going to have to change his mind. Because of him, she had broken the ultimate rule in this treacherous line of work. This little game between them has been turned on its head, and tonight was the last time she would play by his rules.

The door opened before she knocked, and she felt her pussy purr involuntarily as they locked eyes. That big, sexy ass body of his leaned against the doorframe, his huge arms crossed over his equally huge chest. His dampened long hair flowed past his shoulders, and he smelled fresh, like he'd just had a shower. It didn't matter how long they'd been apart for; he always took her breath away every time she saw him.

"Well? You gon' stand there or you comin' in?" he sassed, that smooth country-boy drawl of his making her body temperature rise. Shaking it off, she walked through the door, right past him and into the open layout of his new, lavish penthouse, the night lights illuminating her brown skin through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

"Nice place," she commented, looking around with mild interest. He had found another hideaway where he could fuck around behind his wife's back. It didn't matter, because Gaelle was never going to leave him no matter what he did and he knew it. She could feel him trailing behind her, his bare feet moving catlike and silent on the cool hardwood floor. He had a prescence like no other, that was why he was the biggest movie star in the world today. And you so happened to be the mistress of the biggest movie star in the world today.

"Champagne?" he offered.

"No, I'm fine," she answered, her crossed arms pushing up her already generous cleavage. Roman's gaze longingly raked over the A-line trench coat concealing her curves, traveling down to the sinful looking high heels adorning her feet. Her hair fell in luscious, tempting waves down her shoulders. A deliberate move, surely, as she knew he loved her hairstyles down. His dick hardened as he imagined bending her over, pulling her tresses and spanking that fat, juicy ass of hers as he pounded--

"I'm not stayin' long, so talk." Her statement yanked him out of his lurid daydream.

"You got all dressed up for me, beautiful," he asked, scanning her up and down again.

"Not everything's about you, Roman," she scoffed.

Not her giving him more lip. He would do something about that later. "I called you a buncha times last week but you didn't pick up. You left my texts on read," he accused with narrowed eyes. "You ignored me."

Erica tilted her chin, her stance defiant. "And why does that surprise you?"

He raised an eyebrow at her biting response and chuckled at her audacity. Sugar was quite the firecracker and honestly, he couldn't get enough. Walking towards her, he smirked as he caught on to her struggle to keep her eyes on him and not on his thick dick print, clear as day in his gray sweatpants. He reached out and rubbed her arm with his hand before tugging her closer to him.

"Sweetheart, don't ever ignore me again. Especially when you know that pussy belongs to me."

"Does it? Funny, I thought I was 'just another pricey whore'. Did you forget you said that to me?"

He rolled his eyes with a huff. "Sometimes I say shit I don't mean, baby girl, you know how it is."

Taken aback by his dismissive, nonchalant attitude, she yanked her arm away. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? After everything we've been through? That shit was foul as fuck!" she said incredulously.

"I know. That's why I texted you to come over so I could apologize in person, but you refused to answer me. I hate it when you shut me out, Erica."

"You shut me out, too! For weeks! And now that you're bored you summon me like I'm your fuckin' toy. I am not your toy, Roman! I don't give a damn that you're a Hollywood star, there's plenty of other A-listers out there who will take care of me and not treat me like shit."

"And yet, you come back to me every time," he pointed out, the smug curl of his lip just as panty-wetting as the rest of him. "None of your other clients take care of you like I do, make you feel the way I do. That's why you dropped 'em all, for me."

Erica started to retort but stopped herself, realizing that this was in fact, the truth. But she'd be damned if she let him have the last laugh. "Ya know what? This was a mistake. I should go. I had something to tell you but I dunno why I even bothered to come here."

She turned around but he grabbed her before she could go far, drawing her back to him. Seeing her getting worked up always seemed to fuel his desire for her. The angrier she was, the hotter the sex, and he was horny as fuck for her right now.

"Look at you, gettin' all riled up," he drawled, his tone tinged with amusement. "I love it when you're mad, that shit turns me on, baby."

This man was as infuriating as he was sexy. "Fuck you! Everything is a joke to you!"

"This feel like a joke right here?" he demanded, snatching her hand and pressing it against his throbbing length. The little whimper she let out as she cupped him sealed her fate.

"Feel that? Feel what you do to me?" His voice was rough and needy, matching the look in his eyes. "I need you, Erica. It's been weeks and I've been goin' fuckin' crazy without you."

"Go home to your wife, then," she bit back with a lot less conviction than she aimed for. The pull was much too strong, quite literally too as he wrapped both arms around her slender waist, his face nuzzling her neck and making her hiss as his soft beard tickled her skin.

"She don't make me feel like you do." His voice was needy and almost pathetic as his mouth pressed her throat. "Let me make it up to you, baby. I wanna kiss you. Can I kiss you?" His tongue was warm, his breath hot and heavy on her skin, and her arousal flared against her will.

"Roman..."

"Come on, baby, kiss me," he murmured, his lips sliding over hers. It was a slow but deliberate assault, and Erica felt her body yield as a soft gasp escaped from her. She sagged against him, gripping his shoulders for balance as their mouths smacked oh so sensually together. Fuck, she missed this, missed his delicious kisses and his assured touch as he grabbed her round, fleshy ass, kneading and caressing in his hands and pressing himself harder against her.

Roman growled softly as he released her mouth, his tongue snaking out to lick his lips as his eyes flitted down to her chest. "Take your clothes off," he commanded.

Wordlessly, Erica's hands slid over the leather belt on her waist to slowly unbuckle it. Then, she opened up her coat, eased it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, leaving her in nothing, absolutely nothing, but her heels. Roman's darkened orbs blazed to an onyx black as they scanned her naked body, drinking in every smooth, delicate, voluptuous curve. Grabbing her by the waist, he backed her up against the nearest wall, his hardened dick straining against her exposed center. A shiver ran through her as he crashed his mouth back to hers, his huge hand squeezing her throat briefly before tracing the valley between her breasts, and she finally let go of the groan she was holding back as his hand came in contact with the intimate spot between her thighs.

"Damn..." he smirked as he found nothing but wetness, pushing his palm against the slick mound and sliding his fingers along her slit. She moaned in response, her hands gripping his tattooed bicep as his thick finger pushed into her, her pussy quivering around the digit as he thrust it at a maddeningly steady pace.

"Mmm-hmm you like this, don't you baby?" he said, nipping at her bottom lip, coaxing yet another moan from the back of her throat as he slipped a second finger home with deep, languid thrusts. She whimpered helplessly, her vision blurring as her walls dripped and tightened around the invading digits. Her forehead dropped onto his chest, battling to hold on to her sanity. "Fuck..."

Buoyed by her whines and soft cries, he pumped his fingers more earnestly, hissing softly when her walls rippled around them again, signaling her end. "You 'boutta come already, huh? I told you this my pussy. Squeeze my fingers Erica, come for me."

Damn him and his ability to control her with just his touch. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her shout of pleasure came from somewhere inside her soul as she spasmed uncontrollably. She could hear his triumphant snicker as her juices flooded his fingers, brushing his mouth against hers as she leaned into him to regain her tenuous balance. He scooped the round, soft flesh of her breast into his eager palm, with his other hand leaving her pussy to suck her juices, humming pleasantly at the familiar sweet taste.

"Remember what I told you in my text?" he breathed, his gaze trained expectantly on her.

"Mm-hmm."

"Tell me," he insisted, now massaging both her breasts. "Tell me what I said to you. I made you a promise. What was it?"

Erica fought through the thick haze of passion to recall his exact words from the raunchy text message. "You promised to make me come at least three times before we ever make it to the bed," she recounted.

Roman smiled smugly, satisfied with her response. "Uh huh. And Daddy always keeps his promises, don't he? That was the first. Two more to go. Now, let me show you around my new crib."

He showed her around, alright. First, on the plush sectional in the living room area, with her on her back and her head hanging off the edge as he slowly thrust his dick in and out of her mouth. She let his groans wash over her as her jaw relaxed to take more of his intimidating length down her throat. Even upside down, her gag reflex was superb, so each time he thrust inside her, her tongue lapped at the base of his cock, soaking his balls with her spit. Willing to give as much as he was receiving, he leaned forward and rubbed her clit in quick circular motions, making her moan around his cock with the vibrations causing his neck to extend, looking up to the ceiling as pleasure licked his spine.

"Unnnh fuck, suck my dick, take it all down your throat, baby," he encouraged her, sliding his other hand over her breast and toying with her nipple, all while fucking her face. His knees weakened at the sight of his length bulging her throat, she always knew how to take him well. "Shit, Sugar, you look so fuckin' hot like this..."

Erica moaned again through her stuffed throat, waves of heat washing over her as her pussy pulsated beneath the pleasure of his long thick fingers. In all her time under the bright lights and the seedy bowels of Hollywood, she had never been captivated by any one human being. Until him. Their escort-client relationship had long since grown into something more. She had given up on resisting him and let him do anything he wanted to her in bed. But tonight she craved some semblance of control, and this time, his famed charms would not stop her from getting it.

Pushing him away so he slipped out of her mouth, she sat up straight and tugged him onto the massive couch with her. Straddling his hips as he sat up, she placed one hand on his barrel-like shoulder while using the other to curl her fingers around his pulsing dick. He groaned and bucked his hips as she flicked the head of his dick along her slit just to torture him a little. Then guided him against her opening and slid down.

The moment felt heavy and tense, like a tightly twined coil as her wetness opened up for him. At the end of her slow descent, she stopped to adjust to all the emotions and sensations wracking both their bodies. Unconsciously rocking her hips into him, she gasped as the pressure immediately started to build. Their hands and mouths were all over each other. Roman ran his hands up and down her back, rubbed her tits, squeezed her ass. Erica raked her nails over his nipples, sucked on his neck, bit his shoulder. Fuck, it felt so damn good already. Ass rested comfortably on his thighs, chest to naked chest with his dick lodged inside her, it was clear they were not going to last very long.

Leaning back slightly on her other hand placed on his thigh, she began to ride him. Slow and steady at first, making him absorb every drop of her ass, every crevice, every sensation. The lust and pleasure consumed them both, their mouths colliding with hot, sloppy kisses, her moans pitching higher as the tension thickened. His own groans grew heavier and gruffer, his hands leaving her hips to slide underneath her ass and lift her up and down. Exquisite torture, with his strong grip on her making her wet pussy take every inch of him. The angles of his upward thrusts as he bounced her on his dick had her making noises like a bitch in heat. He was so snug and warm and deep inside her, it was as though she could feel him in her soul.

"Oh my fuckin' god," she half-groaned, half-cried, throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his neck as he bounced her even harder. Up, down, up, down. His dick stretched her walls, his fingers deep into her ass cheeks enough to leave a bruise or two. The dizzying sensations spiraled her into another orgasm, and she sat all the way down on his dick and rolled her ass desperately, literally riding out her nut. She couldn't stop herself from biting into his sweaty, salty skin as she came, making the big man growl in reaction and smack her ass hard.

"That's your second nut," he declared.

He flipped her onto her back, still deep inside her. He looked down at her with hungry, blown pupils, letting his hands dance along the meat of her thighs and her calves. Throwing her legs onto his shoulders, he leaned forwards, folding her in two as he fucked her into the couch. Her hands clawed the back of his head only for him to grab them and pin them above her head. The sweat clung to their skins as he steeled his thighs and grinded himself into her wet heat, his face lowering to suck both of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around each peaked bud. Her groans snowballed with his groans as he drove his dick impossibly deep inside her with primal intensity. When she managed to speak, her voice was unrecognizable. "Oh fuck, I'm coming," she moaned hoarsely, her toes curling behind his head as she exploded again, "Oh my god, Roman, ohhh..."

"I'm 'bout to come too, don't fuckin' move," he panted, holding her down to piston his hips and pound into her. Erica basked in the sound of his tortured groan when his big body tensed up and she felt him pour into her warm confines, his hips stuttering as he found sweet release.

"Got you to three quicker than I expected," he said when he caught his breath, kissing her cheek. "We just gettin' started, baby. I'ma remind you why this pussy is mine."

He gave her an up close and personal view of the city's remarkable skyline, her breasts crushed against the glass window as his juicy lips ravaged her from behind. She could only imagine how she looked right now. Her legs wide, ass spread open, her battered pussy wet and swollen and pulsing for more of his oral onslaught. Nobody ate her out the way he did, with so much passion, covering all the bases, her clit, her inner lips, and even her asshole. The warmth of his breath had her walls clenching as he licked and sucked and kissed everywhere, painting her slickness with his spit. The relief she felt as he finally detached his mouth from her center and got off his knees was replaced with his heavy cock tapping her pussy lips before breaching her entrance with the thick girth. Each thrust dragged her sensitive nipples across the cool, hard surface of the glass, but Erica was so lost in the moment that she didn't care.

"Mmmph, fuck me, baby, fuck my pussy," she exhaled another pining moan, her nails scraping against the glass where he had ordered her to place her hands. Her mouth fell open when he slapped her backside, that deliciously dangerous dick of his pounding into her in full view of the bright lights of Los Angeles. His dick slid in deeper and deeper, his hips circling each time he was buried inside her, making her knees buckle as her climax inched ever closer. She tried to speak again, but words failed her, reducing her to a whimpering, shivering mess as her pussy clenched greedily around his dick. Roman merely chuckled arrogantly, reveling in his handiwork.

"You sound so fuckin' sexy, baby girl, keep moaning for me like that," he purred, his hands clamped on her shapely hips to make her take his lethal strokes. He was a man on a mission, punishing her for assuming she had any sort of control over him. Tears sprang to her eyes as he slowed down his thrusts, his pelvis mashed up against her soft backside as his cock worked inside the sensitive walls of her pussy with a more tender rhythm. He filled her with stroke after long stroke, making them both moan as she squirted all over him this time, her orgasm breaking her into a million pieces.

He showed her the stripper pole next to his bed. He had it installed specially for her, he said, so she could show off her elite lap dancing skills for him and him alone. Watching that itty-bitty waist and all that ass bounce on his dick like her rent was due would be the end of him; He couldn't resist massaging the soft cheeks in his palm, one after the other as she gyrated back and forth on him like a professional.

"Uh huh, go off, baby, pop that pussy on my dick," he drawled from his spot on the pouf he lounged on, his sturdy thighs spread wide apart to give her all the space she needed to ride and grind while she held onto the pole for balance. He watched the streaks of his cum trickle down her gyrating ass, and it made for quite the visual, slapping against the mixture of her juices smothered over his groin. He rubbed in the remnants of his seed on her cheeks, biting his lip as the skin glistened and made her big booty look even bigger. "Mmm, damn baby, this pussy so good, I should throw a dollar at your fine ass..."

"Fuck!" Erica had the pole in a death grip as yet another orgasm rocked her body. She had to get off his dick because she was shaking so hard. The tremors had her mewling pitifully as she bent over, gifting him with the sight of her pink pussy quivering as her cum ran down her inner thighs.

"Get back down here," Roman ordered, smacking her leg and then her ass as he stroked his dick in his hand, "You ain't done. Sit your ass back down on this dick."

He'd been wanting to break in his new California king bed since it'd been installed, so it was apt that he was breaking her back in it. He had her on her stomach, her asshole stuffed with a purple-colored butt plug as he stuffed her pussy with his hard, long cock. She moaned and gasped beneath him, clutching the comforter with her fists as he fucked her like a savage, her plump ass trapped in his possessive grasp.

"Daddyyyyy..." Her moan was loud and long and desperate. It became too much. Roman's dick seemed to double in size inside her and both her holes felt too full to the point of another explosion. A sob tore from her chest.

"Why you cryin'? Huh?" He slapped her ass. "Don't cry. You wanted this dick. Ain't that why you came over? Daddy told you to come and you listened like a good bitch, Daddy's sexy ass bitch. Come here." He hiked her hips higher to force a deeper, more painful arch in her back, and rammed his dick into her sweet spot over and over, demolishing her pussy. Too spent to throw her ass back, she could only lay there and take it, and her eyes squeezed shut, certain she was about to pass out from pleasure.

A big square mirror stretched across the ceiling directly above the bed. His hand slithered into her hair, tugging her head back, almost hyperextending her neck to make her look up. Her mouth dropped open in a moan as she watched that big thick shaft glide in and out of her, the soft skin of her ass rippling against the smacks of his pelvis. Just the sight of him and her together in such an erotic moment had her leaking again, soaking the silk sheets on the bed. He was fucking her so good. She hadn't come this hard and this many times in a long, long time.

Sitting back on his heels, he brought her off the bed and flush against him, assaulting her neck with his hot mouth. "You make me so fuckin' crazy, Erica. Don't nobody else make me lose control like this," he whispered, his grip tightening around her throat as the other hand gripped her breast, making her whimper. "Love this pussy so fuckin' much. You love this dick, baby?"

"Yes Daddy, I love it, I love you," she choked out.

"Mm-hmm, I love you too, baby. You gon' make me come all up inside you, girl," he grunted, his brain growing fuzzier as his end neared. He wrapped her up in his big arms, engulfing her with his heat, lavishing her panting mouth with tongue kisses as his hips rocked upwards, teasing her g-spot. Erica found enough strength to rock with him, grinding back against him, the lovers moving together in the most intimate, sensual dance. Roman groaned with pleasure when he felt her incredibly tight pussy pulling on his cock. It was almost difficult for him to continue thrusting inside of her, but her warm slickness eased the way for him. His hand left her breast and slid down her sweat-slick body to play with her clit, dragging her weak body over the edge.

"Unnnnhhhh..." Erica moaned out, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Roman moaned with her, his soft lips trailing wet, frenzied kisses along her throat as his balls tightened, craving fresh release. "Come, baby girl, come for Daddy," he whispered shakily.

His wish was her command. Her body went limp as she detonated one more time, creaming all over his dick in the process. Roman let his head fall forward, his groan muffled against her throat as he came hard, smearing his warm cum all up in her walls. Erica murmured incoherently as she felt him pulse inside of her, giving her everything he had like he always did. When it was all over, he grabbed hold of her hair and planted yet another searing kiss on her lips, before releasing her to collapse on the mattress. Admiring her thoroughly fucked disposition, he massaged her backside tenderly before slowly easing the plug out of her, watching her wince from the pain. Running a hand over the back of her head, he brought her face to face with his groin. "Suck all this shit off my cock," he ordered.

Erica licked her lips at the sight of his thick member, semi-erect and slathered in a milky cocktail of her juices and his semen. Grasping it obediently, she lowered her mouth onto it, moaning softly at the taste of herself on him. Roman looked on with a bite of his lip, stroking her hair as she licked him clean. Afterwards, he lay on his side and pulled her into his chest. Erica sighed happily as he kissed her gently, soothing all her pain away. This feeling right here was the reason she could never let him go. Their connection was too deep, too special. No man had ever made her feel like this and she didn't want to lose it; the high of having him, the euphoria of belonging to him. It was why she was willing to quit today, right now even, and start a new life with him. She needed him to be with her forever, and she wasn't sure she was going to take no for an answer this time.

After what she was about to tell him, she doubted he would say no...not when the life they had created together was done out of the love they shared.

"Baby?" she whispered softly to him, watching him closely.

"Hmm?" Lying flat on his back, his eyes were shut and he was in a state of complete relaxation.

"Look at me," she said, waiting for him to meet her eyes before speaking. She needed him to understand the words coming out of her mouth.

"Roman, I'm pregnant, and the baby is yours."

End of Chapter 22

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Erica's unexpected declaration spelled the beginning of the end of her relationship with Roman. His behavior took a complete 180, having security drag her out of his new apartment, denying all ties to her unborn child and cutting off all communication with her. A distraught Erica terrorized him, stalking his family, poisoning his wife Gaelle and getting him fired from a lucrative film project. It all came to a head when Erica took Gaelle hostage in Roman's vacation home where he had fled to escape her rampage. She forced him at gunpoint to have sex with her in his marital bed while his wife watched, but died when he deliberately strangled her in the middle of her orgasm. It also turned out that Erica was never pregnant, and the positive test she'd shown Roman belonged to her friend and fellow escort, Tiffany. Erica's story made headline news all around the world. It was an incredibly shocking end and it worked well with the dramatic plot of the story.

You were glad for the artistic license, and though what really happened with you was less chaotic, it was not any less heart wrenching. You never even got to break the news to Joe. In fact, he was gone from your bed before the crack of dawn, vanished like a thief in the night. Never returned your calls or messages until three days later, when you received a text message from him that put your heart in a blender.

Nicole and I have decided to work things out. For good this time. I hope you understand. Thanks for always being there for me. Take care of yourself. ❤

How you recovered from that blow, you would never know. How you dug yourself out of the hole of darkness he dumped you in was still a mystery to you sometimes. It really was a testament to your mental strength, because not many people would have survived the unimaginable pain he inflicted on you. The sinister side of you wished you had been brave enough to do exactly what Erica did, to take out your rage on him and make him hurt like he hurt you. But instead you redirected that energy to your work, pouring every second of your anguish into the book. It took a long time for you to get to this point of fulfillment and success in your life, and the book had been your therapy. Now, you were at least making good money from your pain and it softened the blow a little bit.

When you thought about Joe these days, it wasn't with as much resentment. It seemed he had a few problems of his own anyway, as his beloved Nicole was reportedly threatening to upgrade their separation to a divorce and take his kids with her. How the tables turned. Nonetheless, you wished him the best. You still had love for him. You would always miss him. He changed your life, and there was no doubt that you would forever carry him with what was left of your heart.

"Mama?"

You heard her little voice before you heard the shuffle of her tiny feet. Quickly placing the wine glass in the sink, you turned as the love of your life came into view, her favorite blanket dragging behind her as she searched the room for you.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping, little lady?" you asked, fighting back a big smile to look as serious as possible. She was in her "I wanna stay up late" phase and you couldn't afford to fold, not this time at least.

Her little dual Afro puffs jiggled as she rubbed her hand over her eyes, "Come sweep with me, Mama," she pleaded, staring up at you with her big, expressive brown eyes and a pout that was the spitting image of her famous father. She was starting to look so much like him.

Your heart swelled as she padded over to you with her arms outstretched. You lifted her up and held her small body tightly, absorbing her innocence and unconditional love. She smelled so fresh and delicate, like roses, sunshine and baby powder. Her scent has filled your life with joy and purpose since the day you brought her into this world two years ago.

And to think you had almost taken those pills to snuff out this beautiful life in a fleeting moment of weakness. Now, you would give your own life to protect hers without question. Always.

"Okay, kiddo, let's get you back to bed," you cooed softly, kissing her chubby cheek.

"Read me a stowy, Mama?"

"Of course, baby."

As you retreated to your daughter's bedroom, your phone vibrated beside your MacBook. Three letters you had not seen in years flashed on the Home Screen, cutting through the empty room and calling out to you.

❤️Joe❤️

THE END

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visionarystoryteller · 1 year ago

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Get Down Tonight || Roman Reigns

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Inspired by ‘Get Down Tonight’ by KC and The Sunshine Band

Warnings: Implied smut

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X Reader - You

Roman Reigns - The Tribal Chief - Leati ‘Joe’ Anoa’i

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It was one of the bigger executives idea to throw a disco themed party about 2 weeks before Summerslam. Everyone was still stressed from the last pay per view and needed some unwinding before they all snapped and caused serious injury to themselves or each other at summerslam.

You weren’t talent per say, well not athletically speaking. You were one of the few interviewers that traveled between Raw and Smackdown. It was tiring but it was a fun job to be close to different talents all the time. You had grown quite close to the smackdown talents, some say even close with the one and only Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns. You had started your job the same day he had returned from being home for the worlds shutdown of the coronavirus. He was all tall and brooding with an air of confidence and power that nearly knocked you on your ass the first time you interviewed him. His deep voice that held a small tone of sultry, god was it heaven. Then there was his facial hair that just complimented his chiseled face, the gods had taken their time with him. After the show had closed that night, he and his cousins, introduced themselves properly, totally different from some of the other talents who seemed to maintain character even after the show needed. While the twins and Solo seemed to follow him wherever he may go, you two still managed to get closer, which was a surprise to his cousins as during shutdown, he finalized his divorce and swore off looking at women and pursuing anything…boy how was he wrong when you came into the picture. Something with you just struck him and slowly over time on camera, the tension shifted and fans noticed how he was with you. He even made sure you traveled as their personal interviewer because Joe wouldn’t talk with anyone else. All noticed by their colleagues.

So here you were, meeting the bloodline at the party, dressed in a fringe silver dress that made you feel absolutely beautiful.

Joe entered the banquet hall with the twins, Jon and Josh along with Sefa. Joes eyes scanned the hall, no doubt looking for you. You were being pulled around by different people, mingling, trying to catch your own glimpse to see if Leati was here. He may have seemed liked he hated being called by his first name, as most addressed him as Joe, but when you said it he loved it. You both had caught glimpses of each other the whole night it seemed liked, never crossing paths. That was until the music finally played. That was when the real party had started.

The room filled with the guitars of Kc and the Sunshine Bands ‘Get Down Tonight’. Joe looked across the dance floor that was becoming more filled with people and caught your eyes.

“Honey-honey, me and you

And do the things, ah, do things that we like to do”

Sefa watched as his older cousin had his eyes locked on you and signaled the twins to watch. Joe, completely ignoring his family, rose his finger and called to you with the ‘come here’ motion. The two of you like moths to a flame found each other. Joe reach his hand out to you, you put it in his own, and he spun you to him, the fringes of your dress going crazy with the movement. Joe looked down at you, having your back to his chest.

“Y/N” he whispered in sultry to you.

“Leati” you reply breathlessly, before he spins you back out, arms length away.

“Baby-baby, I’ll meet you- same place, same time

Where we can get together, and ease up our mind”

You and Joe moved fluidly to the music, his hands on your waist every chance he got to help move your hips to the beat.

Everyone around you was aware of how engrossed you two looked with one another. It was as of if the rest of the world ceased to exist.

The way your body moved and rolled along with Joes was erotic on its own, but was only heightened with the looks he kept giving you.

With your back to his chest as the line of the song ‘get down tonight’ replayed you swung your hips low to the floor with your arms still touching and reaching for him behind you. Joe reached down and picked you up with ease, tossing you in the air to turn you around and caught you, right leg instinctively wrapping around his hip and thigh. Joe looked down at you to see you looking at him with hooded eyes before dipping you back to watch you roll back up to his chest, his hand caressing your back the whole time before holding you to him before repeating the process once more and keeping you a little always away from his face.

“You keep rolling your body like that and I will bend you over the closest table in front of all our colleagues “ Joe rasped quietly to you. You looked at him with doe eyes.

“Maybe I want you to Leati” you whisper as the song starts coming to a close. Joes jaw ticks as he looks at you with dark eyes. Joe brings his face to you neck and bite behind your ear, the process being covered by both of your hairs, so no one could see. You let out a moan that was almost noticeable to everyone else around as the song died down.

“You better get the pretty ass down tonight for me” Joe whispered as the song ended and kept you close. You looked into his eyes and nodded.

Everyone who watched you two dance clapped and couldn’t stop talking about the two of you, but the two of you didn’t pay attention as Joe whisked you put the banquet hall out to the suv and got you in before getting in himself.

“Oh, do a little dance, make a little love

Get down tonight”

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reignmyworld · 6 years ago

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'Āiga means Family Part 1 - Roman Reigns x Reader

Summary: Christmas was just around the corner and you couldn’t wait to have Joe back home after his last WWE live event for that year. Especially, since Christmas promised to be rather special that year, given that you had a particular present, you wanted your husband to surprise with. Your pregnancy came as a surprise for yourself but you hoped that he would be just as happy as you were. What better occasion could there be than breaking the news wrapped as a Christmas gift?

Warnings: fluff, smut (not too detailed), pregnancy, pregnant!reader

Pairing: Joe Anoa’i x Reader

Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could do a roman reigns pregnancy series.// For the roman reigns pregnancy series could it start out with the reader finding out she is pregnant and tells roman in a cute way or any way she wants to.” by @instantbouquetdestinysblog

“Roman reigns where you surprise him by telling him that you are expecting a baby together you can add smut if you want.” by Anonymous

Note: I really tried to finish this in time for Christmas but unfortunately life got in the way. I hope, that it still counts now that the year is coming to an end and I hope that the story /beginning of the series meets your expectations somehow. Thank you so much for your patience :-) Since there had been two individual requests for a pregnant reader one -shot /series, I thought that I would combine them. So you can either see that story as stand alone or as the beginning for the pregnancy series, just as you please :-) P.S. My knowledge of the Samoan language is a little rusty, meaning I don’t speak or understand it at all. So should it be wrong what I have found, I apologize in advance. ;-)

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You couldn’t believe that almost another year had passed, vanishing within seconds or so it felt at least. This year was almost done and the next one was in close reach. Of course, it had been as stressful as the years before and you wouldn’t have thought otherwise. But it was this time of the year, that you actually loved the most. Those few days at the end of the year before the next would start, with Christmas still lying in front of you. The time up to this date was packed but the reward during the holidays, where everything seemed to be turned down, where it felt as if days were passing with half their speed, was what you enjoyed most. During those times it was one of those rare occasions, where you didn’t have to live with the thought of „We’re having two or three days and then it’s goodbye again.“ - no. During those times you knew, that you had more than just a few days to be together. Yes, you really loved Christmas time, where you were able to have your husband at home for more than just half a week due to his tight schedule. You were aware, that in the days after Christmas Eve you would be visiting his and your families quite alike but Christmas itself would be your day.

You knew, that it was going to be hard when the both of you started dating six years ago, but somehow you had underestimated how hard it would really be when you weren’t able to see your then boyfriend, now husband for the majority of the year, primarily staying in contact with the help of daily phone calls or Skype sessions. And yet you were able to adjust to it, not only because you loved him dearly but also because you knew that you could trust him with every piece of your body and soul, knew that he loved you and you only and that you were the only one for him.You were beyond happy that Joe was able to live his dream, that he was able to tour the world with the WWE roster although you knew that being away from home was just as hard for him as it was for you. But you didn’t want to get lost in melancholy, not now. Not in this moment, knowing that he would return tomorrow morning with the first flight, that would take him home. He valued those rare occasions of his days off just as much as you did and you knew that he was kind of crushed at first that he had to skip on your yearly ritual of decorating the Christmas tree together due to a show that had been booked for the day before Christmas. You would have lied if you said that you didn’t feel the same but ces’t la vie. That was how life went and you both knew that you couldn’t do much about it.

Instead of being blue now, you focused on the task in front of you. There was a tiny smile on your face as you finished packing that little present, that was lying on your legs. Your hand wandered to your little belly, gently stroking it as you whispered: “What do you think? Will he catch the drift?” You had just figured out a week ago that you were pregnant and you were overwhelmed with joy. Joe and you had planned on starting a family ever since you got married four years ago but you both were in agreement that you had time, that you didn’t want to rush things, that you would focus on the both of you first, your mutual life, your careers and everything coming with it, and that a baby could wait although you were both sure that you would like to have kids some day. You knew, that it wouldn’t be the easiest thing to do in the world, having and raising a kid while his or her father wouldn’t be at home for the majority of the year, but that didn’t stop you or him from wanting it in the future. You wouldn’t have thought, however, that the future would come so soon.

Since you often had the problem of your period coming irregular, you weren’t even concerned when you didn’t get it for two months as that had happened in the past as well and you knew that it was due to some stress, that you were having on a regular basis due to your job. Therefore you were certain that it would come sooner or later, especially since you had been on birth control. When you went to the gynecologist for your regular check up, you couldn’t believe your ears at first when he congratulated you to being pregnant in your first trimester. You were shocked at first, not because you didn’t want it, but because you couldn’t explain how that could have happened as you were rather precise with regard to your contraception - or so you thought at least. The reality looked quite different, at least from time to time. On your way home, it hit you, when you realized that it must have happened during that one time, when Joe surprised you due to being home earlier than expected due to a event being cancelled in advance since ticket sales were so bad and he hadn’t told you before to not spoil the surprise.

You had thought about ways to tell him since that appointment as you certainly didn’t want to do it on the telephone and with Christmas just one day away, you actually had the perfect occasion. You smiled down at the present, writing your husband’s name on it before you got off the couch and headed over to the beautiful tree, that you were more than just slightly proud of, carefully placing the present under it. You must have been pretty lost in your thoughts as the ringing of your cellphone made you snap out of those. You peeked at the clock, realizing that it was close to 11 p.m. already, which meant that the house show was over and that Joe and his colleagues respectively friends had returned to their hotel after having went out to get some dinner in a nearby restaurant. A short glance at your cellphone proved you right, hence why you answered the call, lying down on the couch while doing so. “Hey babe.”, you said, a wide smile on your face, that he of course couldn’t see, but you were quite sure that he could hear it in your voice.

Hearing his deep voice gave you an instant feeling of security although you couldn’t have even said why. “Hey baby girl, how you’re doing?”, Joe wanted to know and you could tell that he was tired but happy at the same time. “Pretty good. I finished decorating the Christmas tree in time, all presents for our families have been packed and the food is prepared for the most part. How about you? You sound like you have a really exhausting show behind you.”

“Kind of. I crashed pretty bad two or three times, probably giving me some bruises but besides that, I’m fine. Apart from the fact, that I’m missing you terribly and I’m still annoyed, that I couldn’t join you with regard to our yearly ritual. I’m so sorry that you had to do all of that alone, baby.”

“Stop having a guilty conscience. It wasn’t that bad although I really missed you. We will catch up on that next Christmas, I promise. Crashing hard sounds terrible. I hope you can get some rest without your body being too sore.”

“It doesn’t kill me, that’s for sure.”, he chuckled, causing you to laugh out loud. The both of you spent almost an hour talking to each other with the time passing by pretty fast. „I can’t wait to come home tomorrow.“; Joe said, trying to suppress a yawn but failing miserably, causing you to chuckle as you replied: „And I can’t wait to have you back home. But we should probably call it a day for now since you sound just as tired as I feel. I love you, babe and I’m looking forward to you returning home tomorrow.“

„I love you too, sweetheart. Sleep well, tomorrow can’t come early enough.“ With that the both of you ended your phone call and with a happy smile you headed upstairs, getting dressed for the night before you fell down on your bed, falling asleep the moment your head touched the pillow, the happy smile still on your face.

When you woke up the next morning, you heard noises coming from the ground floor. Peeking at the clock at the nightstand, you realized that it was 10 a.m., meaning that Joe had returned already as you knew that his flight landed at 8 a.m. and his car was waiting there in the parking garage for him hence why you didn’t have to pick him up. You were smiling to yourself, stretching on the bed as you blinked against the sun. You could hear him making some noise in the kitchen and you were pretty sure that he was preparing breakfast for you, like he had done so often before, when he surprised you by coming home early in the morning while you were still asleep. There have been several occasions already in the past, where he would bring you breakfast to the bed, waking you with the delicious smell of your favorite food or where you would wake up being held close to his body while you felt him snuggle against you. And every time during those sweet gestures you realized that he was your world, that he was the one you wanted to grow old with no matter what.

Slowly you were getting out of the bed before you slipped into a bath robe. You knew that you basically had almost no belly yet, but you were rather safe than sorry as you didn’t want to spoil your surprise. Carefully you tiptoed down the stairs, walking to the kitchen as quietly as you somehow could. You leaned against the doorframe, inhaling the scent, that was traveling from the kitchen your way, painting a wide smile on your face as you watched your husband prepare some pancakes for you. Since he hadn't noticed you yet, you quietly walked into the room until you were facing his broad back, hugging him gently as you pressed your body against his, whispering: "You have no idea how much I have missed you." You heard Joe's deep chuckle as he carefully placed the pan, he was holding, aside before he was turning around in your arms, his own embracing you as soon as you were standing chest by chest. "Not nearly as much as I have missed you, baby.", he mumbled, lifting your chin carefully, leaning down and kissing you softly. Your arms found their way to his face, carefully touching his cheek before you wrapped them around his neck, deepening the kiss while his hand drew little circles over your back. When you broke the kiss after a little eternity, Joe gave you a little wink, saying: "You have spoiled my surprise, princess."

"And I would do so anytime if I can have you in my arms instead.", you smiled up at him, laughing out loud shortly after, as you realized how terribly cheesy that sounded. "Just promise me to not write a romantic novel at any point in your life.", the Samoan grinned down at you, causing you to laugh even harder as you replied: "Never" Since you were awake already, you helped Joe with preparing your breakfast and just a couple of minutes later you sat down at the dining table, listening to all of the experiences, he had gathered while touring the US. You knew that your stories of what he had missed while not being at home couldn't meet his stories at the slightest but you didn't mind as you knew how much he loved that normal life. Not that it would have been something he would have wanted completely for himself as you knew that he wasn't made for a nine to five, but he nevertheless loved coming home to a regular home, a regular lifestyle and he appreciated life with you even more than his profession. You knew, that he would give up everything for you if you just asked him to, and for that you loved him even more.

Having him back at home during rare occasions like that first and foremost meant a lot of „you time“ for the both of you. That didn't mean, that you spent most of it in bed, of course not, but it meant focussing on you and you only for most of the time. Just like today. After breakfast the both of you decided to go for a little walk and you were more than grateful, that either the people you met didn't recognize Joe or that they were polite enough to not ask him for pictures and autographs as they saw, that he was out in private. Not having your family or his around for Christmas was kind of strange but this year, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

As the evening was drawing nearer you prepared the rest for your Christmas dinner together, that you hadn't cooked in advance already, sitting down not too long later with Joe having prepared a little candle light dinner for the both of you. "We should really consider having Christmas like this every year now. Don't get me wrong, I love your family just as much as I love mine, but sharing this special day with you and you only is enough for me.", Joe said and you couldn't help but smile before you agreed to what he had said. If he only knew, that Christmas, where only you and him would sit together and spend the time, would be over sooner than he was probably thinking in that moment. You noticed the questioning look on his face, asking: "What? Do I have something on my face?" He shook his head, replying: "Not at all. You just had this happy smile on your face and you seemed to glow for a moment. Are you alright, baby girl?" You scolded yourself, hoping that he hadn't noticed your hand softly stroking your belly.

His words caused you to dream about your future and it was still new to you to adjust to the thought, that you would be parents in a few months, that the next Christmas meant having a baby in your middle. You took a deep breath before you said: "I'm alright. I just love the thought of having you around for a day or even more with no-one interrupting us, that is all." Joe reached out for your hand, gently stroking his thumb over it before he lifted it, placing a tiny kiss on it, mumbling: "I just wished, that it was more time, that we could spend together."

"Even if it is limited and rather short from time to time, it's enough. I rather have you at home a limited time than not have you in my life at all." You could tell, that your words touched him hence why you leaned over, giving him a soft kiss before the both of you finished your dinner. As the evening progressed the both of you headed over to the living room, where you turned on the lights on the Christmas tree while Joe lit up the pieces of wood in the open fire place, giving your living room a cozy and comfortable atmosphere. “Wow, the tree looks fantastic. You have outdone yourself, baby.”, he mumbled as he got up and moved over to you, hugging you from behind and placing a soft kiss on your cheek before he rested his chin on your shoulder with you snuggling into his embrace, watching the beautiful tree in front of you, that was decorated with all kinds of ornaments. Your husband was right, the tree looked especially beautiful this year. You had no idea why, but it was rather important to you that it did. You knew, that this sounded rather dumb, but with the important announcement in front of you, you just wanted the setting to be as perfect as it could be.

You felt how you got more and more nervous as you imagined handing Joe the present with the tiny shoes, but you tried to calm your nerves by answering: “I know, it’s absolutely beautiful, isn’t it? The only thing missing, was you decorating it with me.”

“I’m so sorry. I wished I could have been here.” You turned round in his arms, smiling up at him as you said: “Don’t be stupid, it’s all good. The only thing that matters, is, that you are here now and that we can celebrate this day together. Maybe we can continue our tradition with decorating it together next year?” You sounded rather hopeful and were met with a longing kiss, before you heard him say: “I can guarantee that. We had received notice, that there won’t be any shows around Christmas next year, meaning we can decorate the tree together, buy the presents, all that stuff that makes Christmas as important just like the day itself.” You couldn’t help but squeal with joy as you had to admit, that Christmas was a special day for you and the time before was just as important to you. Learning now that the person, that meant the world to you, would be there next year, made your night. “Remind me to write the old man a thank you letter.”, you grinned, causing Joe to laugh out loud due to your nickname for his boss. „Oh I will, don’t worry about that.“, he winked at you, pulling you closer to his body with you responding to his embrace right away.

You loved that peaceful moment, that the both of you shared, and somehow tried to brace yourself for your surprise, that you had for him. When you heard his deep chuckle, you peeked up at him, wanting to know: „What’s so funny, babe?“

„I was just asking myself, whether you had robbed a bank or a store given the amount of presents, that are lying underneath the tree.“, he sated amused with you punching his arm playfully, explaining: „Don’t worry, I have bought them with my hard earned money. Besides that, not all of them are for you. There are the ones for your family and mine as well. I just placed them underneath the tree as I thought it made up for an even better atmosphere.“

„What a pity. I have already thought that we might need to buy a bigger house to store all of them.“

„Well a bigger house might indeed be needed.“, you mumbled with Joe asking: „I beg your pardon?“ You once again scolded yourself, hoping that he hadn’t caught the drift as you explained: „Don’t worry, I was just kidding. There certainly aren’t so many presents, that we would need to move to a bigger house.“ You gave him a huge grin as he shook his head rather amused. With a joyful glint in his eyes he wanted to know: „What about gift giving now? I’m all in for it.“

„Could you be any more like a little kid?“

„Not on Christmas Eve.“, he laughed, leaning down to give you another kiss before you sighed in defeat, gesturing to him that he should sit down while you grabbed your first present, handing it to him. Joe opened it and you could see the joy on his face as he was holding a Xbox game in his hand, that he wanted to buy for a rather long time but actually hadn’t found the time to do so. When you opened your first present from him, you were close to tearing up as it was a picture in a beautiful frame, that showed the both of you on your very first date all those years ago. You were carefully touching it, reminiscing every single second of that date, still very grateful how everything had developed between you and him.

There were a lot of different things, you were giving to each other that Christmas Eve, be it clothes, blu rays, jewelry, vouchers or something self made. Your stomach was doing a little twist when you reached out for the most important gift of that night and you couldn’t help but feel overly nervous. You knew, that he wanted to have a family with you, knew, that he would be happy about the baby, but there was nevertheless a tiny bit in you, that was concerned, that feared, that he would tell you that it was too early to start a family, that it wasn’t the right time. You gulped hard as you held out the present to your husband, stating: „That’s the last one and it actually is the most important one. Merry Christmas, babe.“ Joe looked at you with a crooked eyebrow, wanting to know: „The most important one? Baby, all of them were. What are you talking about?“

„Just open it.“, you urged him, trying to hide how your emotions were running wild. He shrugged his shoulders, still unsure what you meant with that, but he nevertheless opened it within seconds. After glancing into the box, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud, taking out the baby shoes, that almost vanished in his big hand, saying: „Baby girl, I’m pretty sure that they are not fitting my big feet, but they are cute nevertheless.“

„They are not for you, idiot.“, you giggled as you waited for his reaction. Your husband actually was a pretty smart guy, but at the moment he seemed as he was a bit slow on the uptake. He looked at you rather confused as he wanted to know: „Why are you giving me tiny shoes then? Or was that the wrong gift?“ You couldn’t help but laugh as you answered: „No, the gift was perfectly right. I’m just trying to tell you something here, but you’re obviously not catching my drift.“ As you noticed that he seemed to be more confused than he was before, you took out the sonogram, that you had in your pocket, handing it over to him as well.

Joe took it and after having studied it for a few seconds, you could see how it suddenly all made sense for him. You couldn’t tell whether he was shocked or surprised, when he wanted to know: „Wait…. Are you telling me right now that you’re pregnant?“ You just hoped, that he would be as happy as you were, so you nodded your head, a huge smile on your face. Did your ears betray you or did the sound, he just made, sound rather victorious? Before you could react, Joe had been moving over to you, pulling you closer after having done so, hugging you tightly. You had to laugh out loud as you returned his embrace, holding on to his body, just enjoying his reaction.

Just seconds later he looked into your eyes, his whole face lit up by happiness as he wanted to know: „I’m really becoming a father? You’re really carrying our baby?“

„Yes and yes.“, you grinned, feeling how some weight was dropping from your shoulders as you realized, that he was just as excited as you were. Before he could say anything else you were capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, that he responded to right away. „And you are going to be the best father our son or our daughter could ask for.“, you whispered after breaking the kiss. He gently pushed you over until your back met the floor, hovering over you, his face studying yours. You could see, that he was beyond moved and yet you had the feeling that something was occupying his mind. „What is it?“, you wanted to know with Joe asking: „How?“ You couldn’t help but laugh as you asked: „Do I really need to explain to you how babies are made?“ He shook his head rather amused, stating: „Absolutely not as apparently I’m rather good at that. No, I mean, how is that possible? I thought you were on birth control?“ You searched for the right words, staring up at his face as you explained: „Actually I am, well I was… Do you remember that day almost three months ago where you had returned earlier than expected to surprise me and we ended up in bed pretty soon after and stayed there for the majority of the night?“

„How could I ever forget that?“

„Well, that was a pretty stressful time back then, you know with all of the important meetings at work. I sometimes didn’t even know where my head was, forgot to eat from time to time or simply hadn’t the time to do so. And I was not really paying attention to a lot of things to be honest. Long story short, I actually slacked on accurately taking the pill. But since you were touring I didn’t think much of it, especially since I was determined to start with it again once you would be home. I simply forgot it that day and well… Almost three months later we’re here in front of that Christmas tree and you have just learned that you are going to be a dad.“ You were gently touching his cheek, being overwhelmed by not only the joy but also the love you saw in his eyes as he was leaning down to you, capturing your lips in another sweet kiss, his tongue begging for entrance, that you happily granted. You were deepening the kiss as you pulled him closer, Joe’s body carefully resting on yours while the fire was cracking the wood in the background.

You felt his hand gently trailing up and down your side while yours were crossed behind his neck. Shivers were sent down your spin when you felt his rough palm under your shirt, his long fingers drawing circles on your belly until he gently rested his hand on it before he started to rub it. When you broke the kiss, you whispered: „Enjoy my belly while it’s still almost flat. It’s probably going to grow within weeks.“

„And I can’t wait for that.“, he answered, giving you one of his most irresistible smiles before he sat up again, looking down at you. You knew what he was thinking about and you kind of found his hesitance cute. You were pregnant, not sick. Of course, you wanted him the way you always did. You smiled up at him, nodding your head slightly, being enough reassurance for him to grab your shirt and help you out of it, tossing it on the couch before he leaned down back to you, repeating it with your bra until you lied topless beneath him. He was moving closer to your neck, kissing it gently at first before he began sucking on it, probably leaving a hickey there while your fingertips travelled along the back of his neck, digging them in here and there until you could hear his low growl, making you smirk. That smirk pretty fast vanished, however, when you bit your lip, trying to hold back the obvious sound as Joe had been leaving your neck, kissing his way down to your breasts, gently sucking on each of them before you felt his tongue flicker against your nipples, paying his attention to your right one first before he moved on to the left one, sending shivers down your spine while doing so. You sighed in pleasure, applying some pressure to his head to show him how much you enjoyed the affection, he was giving you. Much to your dislike he moved away way too early, following the line down to your belly, breathing little kisses on it, that were barely more than a breath and yet they felt as if he put all of the love he was feeling for you into them. His fingertips followed the path his lips had been paving, both of them paying more attention to your belly than they usually did.

„I can’t wait for it to grow“, you heard his amused voice as he was peeking up to you, causing you to chuckle as you answered: „To be honest, I’m still torn. On the one hand I can’t wait either, on the other I’m not really looking forward to not seeing my feet anymore during the last trimester.“

„I’m pretty sure that you look stunning no matter what. And I’m taking care of your legs and feet quite alike, don’t worry about that, doll.“ He winked up to you, causing you to laugh out loud. You loved his odd sense of humor just like you loved the man himself. The amusement in his eyes was replaced pretty soon by his usual passion whenever the both of you found time alone and it didn’t take long until you could hear his deep voice mumble: „I want you, baby girl.“ You gulped hard, touching his cheek, whispering: „Then go ahead, babe.“ He needn’t to be told twice, helping you out of your trousers and your underwear, tossing both of them to the rest of your clothes on the couch, eying you from head to toe as you were lying naked in front of him, the lights of the Christmas tree as well as the flames in the fireplace casting their shadows on your naked silhouette.

„You are so incredibly beautiful, baby.“, Joe whispered, his voice slightly hoarse, soothing you with every word he was saying. „How about you hurry up, so you can make love with your beautiful and pregnant wife for the first time?“, you giggled, watching the sparks in his eyes as he got rid off his shirt, his broad chest shimmering in the dim light the flames were spending. You could easily spot the huge boner he already had, arousing you even more than you already were. Of course, it hadn’t been too long since you had your last sex with your husband, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t feel like an eternity for you. As he was undressing, your eyes were following every single one of his moves, taking in the beautiful sight in front of you now that he was just as naked as you were. „Come here“, you whispered, gesturing him to lay down on you. Joe didn’t need to be told twice as he was joining you on the floor again.

Usually the both of you wanted to take your time with each other, exploring each other, extending the foreplay as far as you could before lust overwhelmed you, but tonight was different. You had no idea whether it was the knowledge of you being pregnant or because he had been away, but tonight you just wanted him without a lot of build up, wanted to feel him inside of you sooner than later and judging from the expression he had on his face, Joe felt the same. „Would you be extremely mad if we skipped on the foreplay today, baby?“, he wanted to know with you shaking your head, kissing him passionately once you had caught his head, pulling it down to yours, pressing your lips on his. He eagerly responded to it, both of your tongues fighting for dominance after you had granted him the entrance, he had been begging for.

After breaking the kiss, you took a deep breath, answering: „I would be extremely mad if you insisted on a foreplay today. I want you babe. And I want you now.“ Joe was locking eyes with you for what felt like a little eternity, causing you to almost drown in the warmth of them, almost missing his little nod. It didn’t take long until you felt his rough palm on your leg, gently moving it to the side to give himself easier entrance as he positioned himself between your legs, his whole weight pressing down on your body, the tip of his dick barely touching your wet folds. „I love you“, he whispered, leaning down to you in order to kiss you again, not giving you the chance to reply as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, filling you bit by bit until he was buried in you completely, causing you to sigh in bliss, that was muffled by his soft lips on yours. His hand was slowly stroking your cheek before it travelled down your side, resting there for a bit.

Neither you nor he dared to move in that moment, staying like that for quite some time until his hand left your side, positioning both of them on either side of you head, lifting his body a bit while doing so. Joe broke the kiss, holding your gaze after having done so, obviously waiting for your sign, that you had adjusted to him, so you would be fully enjoying it. „Move“, you smiled up at him, backing up your words by resting your hands on his butt cheeks, playfully pinching them. He gave you a wicked smile before he lifted himself up, almost leaving you completely before he pushed back in, burying himself once again completely in you. You bit your lip in order to fight back the moan, that wanted to escape, meeting his next thrust halfway by lifting your hips the best you could with his weight still on top of you.

You knew, that it was probably just imagination, being pretty sure that your pregnancy couldn’t have that effect, but somehow you thought that your sex was more intensely than it had been before. You didn’t care about changing positions or trying something new this night. The only thing that mattered, was being one with the man you loved, both of you knowing that there was already new life growing inside of you. Your hands rested on his butt, applying light pressure to it whenever he was lifting his hips, so you could push him back into you. You crossed your legs below it, making sure that he didn’t have too much space for movement. You loved it whenever he extended the rhythm, whenever he would leave you for some time before he would thrust into you again, going rougher with each thrust, but right now, you just wanted him close, you didn’t want to go rough, you wanted him to make love to you in the most gentle way possible and Joe seemed to have exactly that on his mind.

He was slowly lifting his hips, gently pushing into you shortly after, his dick rubbing against your folds, them holding it in a tight embrace. You felt closer to him than you had before and the whole setting couldn’t have been better for that magical moment the both of you were experiencing. Several pieces of sweat formed on his and your body quite alike, the usual sensation, that you welcomed every single time you were sleeping with your husband, slowly building up inside of you. He was setting just the right rhythm, that you both found your biggest pleasure in, fucking you gently while you held on to his body, your lips finding his once again, your kiss equaling the sensual way he was fucking you in. You had no idea how much time had passed, how long he had been making love to you in front in the fireplace until now and it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was, that you were one, that you had the man you loved by your side and that he was just as happy about your pregnancy like you were.

Joe’s breath began hitching as you heard him mumble: „I don’t think that I can go for much longer, baby girl.“ You felt his dick twitching inside of you, felt how his whole rhythm got sloppier and you were perfectly fine with that, feeling how your orgasm slowly but steadily was building inside of you as well. „It’s okay, babe. I’m right behind. Just let got.“, you reassured him, one of your hands leaving its initial place just to be placed on his stubbly cheek, your thumb rubbing over it gently while holding his gaze.

After a couple more thrusts Joe shot his load into you, your walls clenching around his dick shortly after as you were riding out your orgasm with your husband helping you by moving in your own rhythm, that you had set. He smiled down at you, giving you another sweet kiss before he pulled out of you, grabbing a blanket from the couch, lying down next to you and covering the both of you with it. „I love you.“, you whispered, snuggling closer to his chest while he was holding you in his arms. Joe placed a soft kiss on your head, replying: „I love you too, baby girl.“ Both of you stayed like that for quite some time while the fire devoured the last piece of wood, that was burning in the fire place, the cracking noise still filling the living room, making the atmosphere as cozy as you loved it. You felt his hand rub in circles over your belly again and again. With a tiny smile you looked up at your husband, wanting to know: „You’re really happy about us having a baby, aren’t you?“

„I’m as happy as I can be.“, Joe said, a honest smile on his face, still overwhelmed that you were carrying his child. Minutes later the rubbing of his hand over your belly stopped as he rested it on it as if he tried to protect what was growing inside of it. You could hear his deep voice mumble: „'O le mātou 'āiga lea.“ With a crooked eyebrow you looked up at your husband. You were pretty sure, that he had said something in Samoan, although you had no idea what it was. „What does that mean?“, you wanted to know curiously. He locked eyes with you as he whispered: „It means „This is our family.“

„I thought ohana means family?“

„Only in Hawaiian. In Samoan 'āiga means family. And that is what we are now.“ You smiled up at him, giving him one last kiss before you fell asleep in his arms. You knew, that a new adventure was lying in front of you, knew that it wouldn’t be easy with Joe being on the road for the majority of the year, but you knew, that you could make it, no matter how many ups and downs were waiting along the way. You had him by your side, a loving husband to you and a loving father to your unborn child, your own little family. And you would make it as you knew that you could not only count on him but your family and his alike, because after all, 'āiga meant family.

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His favorite | R.R

Summary: Joe can’t help it, you’re his favorite thing in the whole world.

Pairings: Roman Reigns {Joe Anoa’i} x black!reader || established relationship

Warnings: pet names, mentions stealing, bratty!reader, criminal!Joe, oral (fem. rec), p-in-v (unprotected), dirty talk, Dom!Joe, Sub!reader, not edited

Word count: 613

Ratings: Fluff, Smut | 18+

A/N: I’ve been so busy, so I’m sorry for the wait 🙏🏾 also, look how fluffy his hair is- I CANT

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His favorite girl. His only girl.

“Oh, Baby look! Please, it’s so cute! I want it.” Your plump lips pout as you hold up the bunny, Joe can’t help but smile while watching you coo at the small animal. Eyes big with care as you hold the bunny near your body to keep it warm, “It’s cute, but I don’t think you can take care of it.” He tries to reason as your face contorts into sadness at his disapproval.

A small huff leaving his lips as you walk away from him in frustration. “Princess. You can’t have a bunny. So cut it out.” He follows behind you closely causing your heart rate to spike up, you don’t like being chased. “Please! She can entertain me when you’re gone.” A soft whine leaving your lips as you stop by the bunny’s enclosure, Joe loving the way you beg.

“How about this, if you can be good for a whole week… I’ll get you a bunny. Yeah?” He negotiates as you keep looking away from him because you’re too focused on the delicate animal in front of you.

“Look at me.” Joe getting aggravated at the lost attention, your soft eyes immediately meeting his. “Really? That’s easy because I’m always good.” Joe eyebrows pique in amusement, your head nodding eagerly.

Good is an overstatement coming from you, you’re the brattiest girl he’s ever met. But Joe loves it; the way your juicy lips pout, perfect eyebrows contort in frustration, nose sometimes scrunching in disapproval.

How your words are laced with sass whenever you speak as you can’t help it. He loves every bit of it, because he can always fuck that brattiness right out of you.

“Okay, let’s start now then. Put the bunny down and lets go.” Joe’s voice is stern as you kiss the bunny’s head before placing it back in the pen. “You promise.” Holding up your manicured pinky to his huge one, pinkies locking making you squeal in excitement.

His hand going to hold your soft hand as he guides you out the store, “I want to go home.” A quick yawn escaping your mouth as you enter the parking lot.

Joe nodding while you follow him to the car, your lips curve themselves into a smile as your eyes scan over the beautiful man in front of you.

[House; 7:26pm]

“When did you buy that?” Voice delicate as he pulls stuff out of the bags and sorts them into a pile. “Baby… I didn’t.” He chuckles as your eyes widen in horror, “What! I thought you said you’ll stop doing that.” Complaining at the man who’s amused by you.

Rolling his eyes, his finger goes to shush you as a loud huff leaves your mouth. “Please stop doing that. I don’t like it- what if you get caught?” Concern written all over your beautiful face, it makes Joe feel guilty to see you like that.

“I won’t. Trust me doll.” His pet names for you rolling off his tongue effortlessly. A little hum is all you respond with, Joe continuing his task of sorting out your new clothes. “Do we have ice cream?” You randomly blurt as you hop off the bed, ass round as you make your way to the kitchen.

Your body is never unnoticed by Joe, he sees everything. Touches everything. Kisses everything. If he could touch and please you all day long, he would without a second thought. The only thing stopping him is work and how you cry after about the 5th round because it’s too much for you to handle.

“Joseph! Can you come here!” Your voice booms through the house, immediately dropping what he’s doing to come to you. Heading down the stairs he hears a groan of impatience, “Hush. I didn’t even take that long.” Joe’s eyes peering into yours as he enters the kitchen.

A small whimper leaving your lips as his body is now pressed against yours. Huge hands resting on your waist, head peering over your shoulder, dick hard and twitching against your ass. “Want to share?” His voice whispering into your ear deliciously, nodding without hesitation before taking the spoon to scoop him some.

His large hand moving to grab your hand gently, before guiding the scoop to your mouth instead. He tries to hold in the smile he gets from seeing your pretty face pout in confusion, not refusing the ice cream though. “Good girl.” Joe’s voice deep in your ear before he lifts your chin to the side to pull you in for a kiss.

A small chuckle leaves from his throat as your so eager to kiss him back. A quiet moan coming from you as his hands tighten on your waist, Joe smiling at the taste of the ice cream. The spoon that was once in your hand, now falling onto the counter. Turning around to face him, lips never separating.

“So pretty. Up.” Joe instructs as he lifts you onto the counter, hands wrapped around his huge shoulders to pull him closer. “We can’t fuck in the kitchen.” Your now swollen lips complain as Joe rolls his eyes, before carrying you back to the room.

Squealing as he drops you down onto the bed, before crawling onto top of you. Taking a second to absorb your beauty before going down to kiss your thighs.

“You think you’ll make it?” Joe whispers against the golden skin, not expecting an answer as your head tilts back onto the pillow behind you.

Skin soft against his large hands, Joe’s pink lips kissing delicately against the inside of your legs. Trying to hold it together as his finger hooks at the hem of your shirt to pull it up enough to see the dainty panties your wearing. A forming a wet spot right in the middle.

“I know you had the hots for me but damn.” Joe chuckles as you whine at his tease, “Shut up- oh.” Your insult cut short as his long finger rubs your folds through the panties.

The material giving just enough barrier that you won’t cum right away, peeking down to see what he’s doing before his tongue licks against the wet patch. “I can taste you right through these little flimsy panties.” His breath hot against your pussy.

His fingers pulling your panties to the side, your folds glistening in the dim light of the room. Soft moans falling from your lips as his wet tongue lick and suck onto your clit, “More. Please- Shit.” You beg as he enter his finger into your tight hole. A small smirk plays onto his lips as his finger reaches your g-spot with ease, back arching off the bed.

“So good! So- yes.” Your mouth sputters out as his lips goes back to your clit, hands going to grab at his hair. Pulling softly as Joe lets a groan out against the lips of your pussy, eyes shutting roughly as he adds another finger before pumping in and out.

Room filled with the sounds of your pussy squelching around his thick fingers and your soft moans, stomach tightening as your heels dig into his lower back. “Cum for me baby. I know you want too.” Joe eggs you on as your body lets go almost immediately onto his hand.

“You taste so sweet, fuck.” Joe mumbles as he continues to devour your pussy through your orgasm. You can barely think as you try to regulate your breathing, hands trying push his head away from overstimulation. “Don’t fight, just take it baby.” He voice vibrating against your folds.

Joe finally pulling away from you, positioning his body over yours. Hands going to grab your face to pull you into a kiss, your cum still glistening against his lips. The taste sweet as he rolls his hips into your wet pussy, his pants now having a damp spot on the front.

“I want it, Joe.” You whisper against his lips, a smile forming on his lips as he pulls away. “Want what?” He teases before pulling out his thick cock, tip dripping with precum. “Your dick.” A wave of insecurity washing over you as your words are so blunt. “Straightforward, aren’t we?” His tip rubbing between your soaked folds.

“I trained you so well.” He coos before grabbing your face roughly, squeezing your face together until your lips are puckered out. His lips pecking yours to distract you from the stretch of his cock as he enters, a loud moan erupting from your throat.

Your pussy practically sucking him in, body’s fitting like puzzle pieces as he begins to thrust softly. “S’big- fuck Joe.” You moan loudly as your body goes into overdrive and you grab onto his biceps.

His groans heavenly in your ear as he pounds down into you, “Sorry baby. Your pussy is just suckin me in.” He moans as the slapping sound of his cock into you is now echoing off the walls. Joe kissing your neck, sucking small hickies behind your ear.

His breath fans against your soft spot before he licks on it gently, pampering it with kisses as he drills into you. “I’m gonna cum- I want to cum!” You squeal as your pussy clenches around Joe’s throbbing cock, “Cum onto me doll- shit! I’m about to fill you up.” His head snaps up as he holds eye contact with you.

Joe’s cum filling you to the brim, Pussy fluttering around him as he continues to fuck his load into you. “Oh- I love you.” Your plumped lips say tiredly before pulling him into a kiss, his lips tugging up into a smile.

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Such a Loser | R.R

Summary: After the MITB match, Joe’s entire demeanor seemed off which wasn’t expected after the weeks worth of planning and working for the match itself.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || established relationship

Warnings: Stubbornness, Pet names, Random attitude, One-sided arguements, Strong language, kissing, fingering, slapping, grabbing face, praise and degrading, p in v, cockwarming, Cuddling, Love bombs

Rating: 18+

A/N: I was panicking the whole time watching it, bcs I was rooting for the Usos but I felt like they might trick me and have Solo and Roman win anyway…

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The car ride silent as Joe sits beside me dozing off, not surprising since today was probably the longest and most anticipated day of his life. His performance was amazing especially the aftermath of the match, even leaving me wondering what’s going to happen next. There was something wrong though, after the match his entire demeanor just shifted into this dull and forceful manner.

“I’m so proud.” I whisper as I play with his wedding band before looking out the window myself, “I’m glad.” He mumbles back with a small smile. The driver enters the hotel parking lot causing me to grab my purse and get ready to exit, with the driver finally parking the car we get out and I help with one of Joe’s bag. “Don’t do that, I got it.” He shakes his head before taking the bag away and throwing it over his shoulder.

Entering the hotel, we head straight towards the elevator as the silence overtakes our surroundings due to it being late at night. “What’s wrong?” I question after his exaggerated sigh, causing him to roll his eyes. “Nothing.” He snaps randomly, at least before he was nicer, my lips form a line as I nod slowly while looking away.

The elevator after taking it’s sweet time, arrives on our floor allowing me to leave that awkward silence. Grabbing the key from my purse as we head down the never-ending hallway, I look back to see Joe clearly struggling with his suitcase wheels. “I’ll help.” I hold back a laugh at his irritated expression, grabbing the suitcase it immediately rolls with ease and so does his eyes. “You know I got you baby.” I try to joke, though at this moment I’m the only one who finds it even a bit funny.

Making it to the room, I scan the card as it lets us in to our suite. Joe immediately heads to the bedroom, “Baby…” I call after him as I enter the room myself and seeing his drained expression. “Not now.” He grunts while tossing his bag into the corner, going silent soon after as I don’t know how to respond. I decide that maybe running us a shower could help, so I go to the bathroom.

“Really Novs? What did you do today that made you so utterly exhausted and sweaty that you need to shower?” He spoke abruptly, I look at the door which he’s standing at shirtless. “It was for both of us, I thought I would be nice.” I smile ignoring his rudeness while turning towards him completely, his face immediately lightening from the distasteful look he was giving. He leaves without saying anything else, I’m assuming to get ready for the shower.

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After the shower, I finally got Joe to open up to me about what was bothering him. What I wasn’t expecting was the fact that he was going to rant for 2 hours straight about it.

“I understand.” I say tiredly as Joe is on his rant about his lost at MITB, as amazing as the guys performed he was more bothered about the crowd. “Baby you’ve seen and heard worse things.” I sigh as he throws himself back down onto the couch, “Don’t break this couch.” I warn as he sat up properly and fixed the pillow on the other side of him.

“Imagine just trying to give the best performance of your life to people who can’t even focus on it because they’re too busy yelling ‘Fuck you’!” Joe stresses as he clenches his teeth together, I go to hug him but he moves away. “Well what would you like me to do?” I force a smile even though I’m sick of his attitude, “Nothing! I just need you to listen.” He exclaims. That sends me in a frenzy because that’s all I’ve been doing for 2 hours!

I roll my eyes at him before leaving the living room, and heading to the bedroom to get away from his shenanigans. “Baby Really? I ask one thing and you walk off.” He says loud enough for me to hear in the room, “I’m sorry.” I shrug knowing he can’t see me. Sliding off my slides, I get into the comfy sheets hoping he’ll get the gist. I can hear his heavy foot steps coming towards the door, “Come lay down, you’re getting red.” I open my arms for him to join me.

Hearing his deep sigh and his movement towards the bed, I smile in a small victory. I watch him as he fixes his shorts, remembering there’s nothing underneath I got a plan. “They probably did it because you’re so hot when you’re angry.” I smile seductively as I roll over onto my stomach while he gets into the bed. “Oh really?” He mumbles before looking at me, I hum as I cuddle up into him with my leg tossed over his hips.

His hands quickly grab onto my waist and ass, rubbing so gently across my skin. “I think you did phenomenal. You looked so tough, sexy, and serious.” I bite my lip unintentionally thinking back at the visuals he was giving during the match. I push myself onto his hips with my hands resting along his bare chest, “But you lost…” I tease as I roll along his slowly hardening cock.

He grunts as his hands reach up to my hips, I smirk at his reaction. “Are you actually mad at the crowd or are you just being a sore loser?” He glares up at me after my comment while his hands grip my hips roughly, a small whimper coming from my throat at the action. I tilt forward as our faces become close and I can feel his harsh breaths, I smile before squishing his cheeks with my hand and placing a kiss onto his pink lips.

Immediately he kissed back only with more passion, I let go of his face as his tongue entered the kiss. “So sweet.” He smiles against my lips, I giggle remembering the vanilla and coconut chapstick I put on. Pulling away from the kiss, I admire his face seeing the small scratch by his chin. “They got you pretty good.” I say pointing to the minuscule mark, he rolls his eyes playfully before pulling me back down onto his lips.

His hands finding their way onto my ass while my hips continues grinding against his, feeling him fully hard underneath me. “Fuck.” He grunts against my lips nicely before throwing his head back, I sit up and remove my top. I moan quietly as one of his hands leave my ass to squeeze my boob, “So pretty.” He smirks at my reaction.

Joe flipping us over to my dismay, sitting back on his heels as he pulls my bottoms off with a surprise of nothing under. “You were planning this huh?” He teases as he throws my bottoms somewhere in the room, I look away from his intense stare as he waits for an answer. “Answer me.” He grabs my face to make eye contact again, I nod but it doesn’t please him. “Words, come on you know better.” His words immediately creating arousal to drip from my entrance. “Yeah, more of hoping.” I wink as he smiles.

His long fingers make their way to my pussy as they slide between my slit, rubbing around my clit and back down to the entrance. “You’re soaked… you got a thing for losers?” He tilts his head teasingly, I nod eagerly as his other hand comes back to my boobs and plays delicately with the nipples. The once silent room was now noisy with the sounds of my moans, and his soft grunts.

His fingers entering my entrance smoothly and filling me up, “Oh my… god!” I squeal as he starts a ruthless pace. He smirks as the wet sounds from my pussy fills the room, going to grab his wrist, his other hand interferes. “What’s wrong? You were hoping for this.” His deep voice enters my ears as he bends down to kiss my neck, though nothing but moans can come from me in response.

“Wait- I’m going to cum.” I gasp as the feeling builds up in my stomach, his fingers going even faster though I didn’t think it was possible. “It’s too much!” My eyes squeeze shut as I cum onto his fingers, “Look at me.” He demands as he removes his fingers gently. Opening my eyes, the sight of him sucking the cum off his fingers made me immediately want to cover my face in embarrassment.

“You think you can cum again?” He questions knowing the answer to that, he pulls out his hard cock causing it to slap against his pelvis. The tip was dripping precum as it was swollen and red, he leans down before rubbing against my drenched lips. “Damn baby.” He groans as his hips falter at the feeling, I hum as I pull him into a quick kiss.

Already breathless, he positions himself at my entrance before entering slowly due to his large size. He throws his head back making his neck come to full display, sitting up a bit I suck a small hickey on the side of his adams apple. “Your pussy is so good.” He chuckles as he starts a slow place, enjoying the feeling of me stretching around his cock. Joe pushes one of my legs up from underneath the knee allowing him to a different angle.

Moans just flowing from my mouth uncontrollably, “I literally love you so much. So so much!” My head falling back onto the pillow as I can no longer take looking at where him and I are connected, he lets out a breathy chuckle as he begins pounding into me. Slapping noises being heard throughout the room as well as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. “I love you.” He says happily, his other hand holding onto my hip.

“Look at your tits just bouncing, I’m fucking you so good huh?” He smirks while slapping my bouncing boobs creating a shock to flow through my body. “You’re amazing! It’s so good.” I whine out as he lets go of my thigh and brings my hand to hold it instead. Doing the same for my other thigh, he’s practically pounding me into the mattress considering every time he comes down my body jolts from impact. “You just love losers, look at you creaming all over one.” He grabs my face roughly to look at him.

Hair falling over his face, forehead glistening with sweat. “So pathetic, don’t you think?” He degrades me and I love it, a small pout forms on my lips causing him to come down a kiss them. Moaning against his lips, his hand lets go of my face and goes down to my clit to rub fast circles. Unintentionally clenching on his pounding cock, I can feel him twitch inside of me.

“Mm��gonna cum?” I tease after he pulls away from my lips hesitantly, he nods shameless as his hands fall right beside my head to hold himself up. Biceps on full display as I’m caged in by his body, “Cum in me. Please cum.” I beg as his eyes start fluttering closed and mouth falling open. “Shit… oh I’m gonna cum.” He moans while his head drops, I can feel the warm ropes of his cum coat my walls as he breathes hard above me. “Oh yes.” I moan as I cum at the overstimulating feeling of his orgasm.

He drops his body gently onto mine as he stays inside, “You’re going to be pregnant after this.” He mumbles. My hands leave my thighs as they hold him close to me, resting on his back and tracing little shapes. “That’s totally fine.” I smile as I kiss his shoulder happily.

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Barbie Girl | R.R

Summary: “I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees” - Barbie Girl by Aqua

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || Established Relationship

Warnings: Dom!Joe, Sub!OC, kissing, pet names (Baby, Pretty, Doll), teasing, p-in-v (unprotected), creampie, cuddling, not edited

Word Count: 2178

Ratings: Fluff, Smut | 18+

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One thing that Joesph loved doing more than removing my clothes seemed to be dressing me in whatever he wanted. I was his barbie, and he took full advantage of that, letting him pamper me whenever he liked. It was one of his favorite jobs after wrestling, of course. There was something so fascinating about me to him that I happened not to see.

“Baby, come here!” Joe called for me in the closet, getting up from the soft comforter of the bed to meet him. He holds up a white mini dress, admiring the soft fabric. He could already imagine how it was going to fit on my body, hugging all the right places, stopping at the perfect height, he couldn’t wait for me to try it on.

“Are you going to wear white too?” I ask looking at the man with questioning eyes, he hands me the dress with the velvet hanger eagerly. “I am now. So, stop asking questions and put it on, Pretty.” Joe taps my hips as he goes to leave me in the spacious closet alone (just standing at the door), my lips falling into their natural pout as I slip off my t-shirt.

Pulling the silk dress up my soft legs, it slips onto my shoulders with ease. Looking towards the man that’s leaning on the door frame with a small smirk on his pink lips, “Cute?” I ask doing a small spin. Joe nods before coming closer to me, his huge torso seeming to close in the once spacious closet into a small, confined space. “You’re always cute.” He smiles as he pulls at the silk fabric, tugging it down further as the fabric only stretches a bit past my butt.

Joe says nothing as he continues to look at my outfit that he chose. “I like this color on you.” His voice husky as he whispers the compliment to me, all I can do is smile as his closeness is causing me to panic. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be cuter if you back up.” I joke as I push him back by his chest, barely moving he grasps my wrist gently. “Then how will I see that little beauty mark right... there.” He teases as his long finger caresses over the beauty mark right above my left breast.

“You’re so annoying.” I pout as he lets go of my wrist in his other hand, he chuckles at my demeanor and turns to leave the closet. His back flexing as he walks away from me, biceps bulging as he crosses his arms.

Following behind him like a loss puppy, we end up stopping right beside our bed. “Novs, if our reservation is at 8:30 and its now 6:02, how long do we got, baby?” He asks sitting on the bed with his leg spread deliciously. Quickly calculating the time, he just burst into taunting chuckle at my concentration face. “Two hours and twenty-eight minutes.” I look at him confused, “So smart, come sit.” He smiles as he pulls me to straddle on top of his thick lap.

I feel the hardening bulge in his pants, “Joe! My dress, I can’t get it wrinkled.” I complain as he just looks at my lips without caring about the words coming out of them. “You’re too pretty to be complaining.” He says as his fingers trail up my thighs, lighting my skin on fire with need.

“Stop pouting.” Joe’s hand going to pull my chin to look at him, our eyes connecting and the lust in his eyes starting to spread throughout his whole body. Letting go of my chin, his eyes observing random parts of my face, I’m assuming the parts he loves the most. His eyes seeming to linger on my plump lips, Joe’s hand wrapping around my waist tightly to pull me closer. Finally breaking the daze, he guides his lips gently onto mine.

His mouth immediately moving into a slow rhythm, while his hands roam down to my ass, pulling and grabbing. Sends me into a frenzy, his lips soft against mine, trying to keep up with his intensity.

“You seem to want this, Pretty.” Joe whispers against my lips, before pulling me back in and dragging his tongue towards mine, letting me feel his warm tongue. Clinging onto his wide torso, pulling him closer by the nape of his neck. Joe doesn’t waste another second, his hands pushing my ass down to grind against his hips. “Please.” I moan out onto his lips softly.

He stands up holding me in his arms, before turning around and sitting me down on the bed. Before he pushes me down on our bed, he hovers above me, lingering his lips to tease me.

My need for them becoming worse with every second that passes, pushing my head upwards. Joe now beginning to grin over how greedy I’ve become.

“You always this needy for me Baby?” His head coming closer to my face before quickly retracting when I go to kiss him. His lips form a smirk when my infamous pout forms on my lips from his teasing.

“You’re mean.” I whisper out as my minty breath fans his lips, my body not matching the words I speak as my hips buck towards his crotch.

“Yeah?” He breathes out, dragging his hands from your thigh up to my waist. Joe doesn’t hold back, moving his hand in the front of my panties, cupping my core with a light squeeze. Gasping softly, I look down at his big hand that traces delicately over the fabric of my pink thong.

“Quickie?” He mutters the suggestion as his eyes focus on the damp spot that’s spreading the more, he teases. Not realizing how my eyes are now closed as I take in his delicate touches.

“Stop teasing.” I mumble, before pulling him down into a kiss. I move my hips with the movement of his hand. Joe loves seeing me like this, all spread out and needy, bucking my hips out of control just because he has his hands on me.

He takes my answer as a yes, focusing on touching me. Groping him gently as I rub my palm on his hard on. Joe sighs against my lips, imitating my pace. Deciding to squeeze the large cock in my hand, earning a groan from

“So big…” I mutter against his lips as he smirks against mine. That’s his favorite thing to hear from me, the boost that it does to his ego is astronomical.

Joe drops his head on my shoulder and sucks my neck gently while fiddling with the edge of my thong to get underneath the fabric. He’s so smooth with it which is quite ridiculous. He pulls them off in seconds, one of his fingers touching my wet slit.

“So wet pretty girl, fuck.” He nips at my neck, whispering in my ear. Following his movements, getting my hand under his briefs and feel the soft skin of his cock. As soon as my hands wrap firmly around it, he twitches in my palm.

I begin to jerk him off, my thumb teasing with his wet slit as he moves his fingers on my clit causing me to moan. Again, we are in sync, moving against each other. The more Joe rubs down on my clit, the more I moan and whine against his cheek.

The lust takes over inside the room, it is becoming so hot I might pass out. Joe’s big body hovering over mine, his body heat radiating off him sweetly. My body responds to every touch from Joe, bucking my hips uncontrollably under him while my hand has trouble jerking him off, too overwhelmed by the feeling creeping up in my core.

“That’s it Nova. Shit!” Joe mumbles, picking up a bit faster pace, causing me to clutch my free hand tightly on his forearm. Trying my best to give him as much pleasure, stroking him at the same pace he’s touching my clit and wet core.

It becomes too much, both of us moaning and gasping against each other’s lips, never stopping. The neediness shows when Joe pulls away from my touch to kick off his pants completely, then pulling my dress up in a hurry. Allowing me to finally take the time to breathe.

Joe leans back into me all giddy, nothing beats seeing Joe naked. The details of every muscle in his thighs, his abs subtle but clear and vibrant chest. He’s hot, and the worst thing is, he knows how it affects me.

He catches me staring too long, wanting to throw a cocky comment like he always does, but he holds himself back, needing nothing more than to feel me wrapped around him.

Joe has complimented my body too much to be that cocky. Always talking about how I feel so good and warm that he’s trying his best not to finish after a few minutes. I didn’t believe him in the beginning of our relationship but with time he proved it.

Joe hovers himself by my entrance, intertwining my my hands with his free one above my head, while his other holds his cock steadily. “You’re so sexy.” Joe smirks at my glistening folds. He rubs it against my slit, allowing me to feel the tip and sending the urge of need to consume my body.

I try to move my hips downwards onto his cock, but Joe stops me, and enters inside of me with ease. Since I’m so wet that he slides in easily. Joe almost loses his composure when he feels my walls surround him with warm heat, all wet and perfect.

“So perfect- damn Baby.” He admits, groaning when he bottoms out, a gasp flies from my mouth at his thickness. He stills, looking at me for a second, until he starts thrusting. Now, something I love about his cock is, one it fills me up so nicely and two he manages to hit my g-spot with each thrust.

It’s embarrassing how quickly he can make me cum when we fuck. “Oh- I love when you fill me up.” I moan out, harsh breaths leaving my lungs. Joe on the other hand, loves it. He loves the feeling of when I clench around him with each thrust, the moans and small tears that fall from bliss all because of him.

Moans just flowing from my mouth uncontrollably, “I literally love you so much. So so much!” My head falling back onto the pillow after my attempt to look at where he and I are connected. Joe letting out a taunting, breathy chuckle as he starts pounding into me.

Slapping noises being heard throughout the room as well as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. “I love you.” He says happily, his other hand holding onto my hip. The grip on my hip tight, small beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Fuck… you gonna take it? Like a good doll, huh?” Joe’s head falls forward into my neck, letting his deep moans fan against the delicate skin. His grip on my hands that were held above me loosened, as he now uses both hands to grip the sheets on either side of my head.

He wouldn’t deny it if someone called him addicted, because he truly is. Everything about me makes him go into overdrive while he feels me tighten around him with each movement from his end. “

Joe’s hair begins to dampen at the nape of his neck, the room growing hotter with the way our bodies move in a pleasant wave. “Fuck! Baby please, I’m going to cum.” I cry out as his grunts get louder. My body tenses, back arching, every nerve in my body signaling for my release while Joe’s thrust never faltered.

“Ah! Fuck, fuck—” I whine, as your body twitches once, my orgasm bursting through my entire body. Joe follows suit, his cock twitching inside of me as he fills my warm, tight walls up.

“Damn Pretty, such vulgar words coming from someone like you.” Joe breathes out, his cock still nestled inside of you while you both try and catch your breath. His hands caress over my cheek before placing a delicate kiss onto my swollen lips.

I can only hum back in response, my throat turning dry after being agape for so long. “I can always cancel the reservation.” Joe jokes making a sweet smile form onto my lips, “No, we still have time.” My eyes gazing into his.

Joe says nothing as he admires every little detail of my face, “You’re like a Barbie.” His whispers before placing a kiss onto my beauty mark above my breast.

“Then you can be Ken.” I giggle, his head shooting up from its previous position. “Oh, I was going to be him whether you wanted me to or not.” His hip doing a quick thrust making my body jolt. “Okay okay!” I smile before pulling him down to rest comfortably on top of me, still tight inside.

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joesanrio · 1 year ago

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Hey girl could you do something with joseph (roman) having a daddy kink? only if you’re comfortable of course! i love your writing btw:))

MY FIRST ASK!!! Hey boo 🩷 Tysm for the kind words. Tbh, I think about it all the time!! So as soon as I saw this, I already had an idea ;) I hope you enjoy it!

Just this Once | R.R

Summary: Calling him all sorts of things when in bed was your specialty but one word never flew off your tongue, and that’s the one Joe wants to hear the most.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x fem!reader || established relationship

Warnings: Pet names, kissing, fingering, oral (fem. and male receives), p in v, doggystyle, hair pulling, ass slapping, use of “Daddy” sexually, cum eating, choking, and etc.

Ratings: 18+

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It was a rare occasion to be out in public with the face of wwe, but today he really wanted to go to the mall since it’s been a minute. “Do you even have American Eagle money?” Joe rolls his eyes playfully as I beg for some jeans from there, “Nope but you do!” I smile and pull him into the store knowing there was more than enough money on my card for some jeans.

“Y/n..” Joe warns as I pick up about 3 jeans at the same time, “Don’t you want to see me try them on?” I look back innocently before placing them in the small bag. He follows behind me giving his opinions whenever I ask, before I finally find all that I wanted and head towards the register.

“Stop pouting. At least you get a little fashion show when we get home.” I smile at the unamused man as he pulls out his wallet, then placing a kiss onto his cheek.

[Home 5:30pm]

All the clothes set out on the bed as I have Joe wait in the living room, “Are you seriously watching Avengers right now?” I shout over the loud TV, down the hall. “Hurry up then.” Joe shouts back causing me to laugh, I put on the lingerie we bought earlier at VS. Looking at myself in the mirror, I become obsessed as the color fits my skin tone perfectly and hugs my body in all the right places.

“Turn it down, I’m ready.” I pout as I peek around the corner at the man, he turns the movie down slightly before crossing his arms allowing his muscles to pop. “Ta-da!” I smile as I do a spin for him, “Isn’t it so cute.. look it’s a small heart.” I point out the little lace detail on my bottoms.

He looks me up and down intensely, taking in every detail as he bites his lip. “Come here.” He practically whispers towards me, I sit onto his lap in anticipation while my hands fall onto his shoulders naturally.

He says nothing as he touches the lace material delicately, his eyes catching every detail of stitching against my soft body. “Let me see the other one.” He smirks before slapping my ass, I nod excitedly and walk back to our room.

Removing the set and finding the other one on the bed quickly, this one even better than the last. Going to my vanity, I roll on a small amount of perfume that he’ll only smell if he’s extra close.

Reapplying my gloss, I head back to the living room in his obviously favorite lingerie. “You look amazing.” He says as I spin for him, “This one doesn’t have a heart though.” I playfully pout as he stands up from the couch. Walking over to me, his arms wrap around my waist as his lips come down to kiss mine.

“You just put some gloss on..” he pulls away from the kiss as he licks the flavored gloss off his lips, nodding at his observation. Pulling him back down to my lips, feeling his hands fall into the small curve of my back. “Our room is a mess, isn’t it?” He mumbles against my lips before picking me up by my thighs, “Just a little.” I giggle as he takes us to guest room instead.

Laying me on the bed, I smile as he takes off his shirt while straddling above me. “Is this what they see when you’re wrestling?” I tease as he looks down at me unamused, “Y/n…cut it out.” He warns before smiling.

Wiggling underneath his body, his finger trail down from my collarbones to the top of my bellybutton. He crawls himself down before parting my legs to make space for himself, “You’re so wet hm?” He smirks as his index traces around my clit through the panties.

I moan softly at his teasing, “More..” I whine as he pulls my panties to the side and slide his finger in between my soaked folds. Placing a small kiss onto my clit, he smiles as he lifts himself from my core and places his finger into his mouth. He moans at the taste before collecting my juice onto his finger again and bringing it to my lips.

My lips wrap around his finger softly before sucking off my arousal as he smiles at the scene in front of him. Pulling my mouth away from his finger, he bends down to kiss my lips, “You’re eating so much honey, that you’re tasting like it now.” He says against my lips making me smile.

“Ass up baby.” He says as he gets off the bed to take off his pants while I quickly get in position. Impatient, I wiggle my ass before a hard smack comes down onto my cheek. “Be patient or you can fuck yourself..” his voice vibrates through my ears as I feel the tip of his cock roll in between my glistening folds.

His large hands pulling my hips back towards him, “You’re soaking my dick..” he moans as he continues to rub himself onto me. “Put it in.” I whine and he shushes me, “Magic words?” He teases. One of his hands making there way to rub on my clit, making me lose all concentration that I had. “Pretty please!” I moan as I feel myself drip onto the sheets underneath.

“Pretty please what?” I can feel his stare on the mess I’m leaving on his fingers, “Pretty please Joseph.” I practically shout as his other hand spreads my lips apart to see my entrance. “Nope, try again for me.” He speaks while his fingers that were playing with my clit now enter my entrance with ease. “I- mmm pretty please Leati!” He laughs at my attempt in pure amusement, before his fingers hit my g-spot.

“Let’s try Daddy? Isn’t that a good one.” He suggests as he quickens his pace inside, causing the room to fill with the wet noises of my pussy. “Pretty please daddy.” I practically shout into the pillow in front of me as he places a kiss right onto my ass. “There ya go.” He praises as I clench on his fingers before he pulls them out, replacing them with his large cock.

As he enters, my walls tighten unintentionally causing him to almost collapse at the feeling of my soft, tight walls. “So good…” I moan as my hips push further back allowing him to slip inside completely, his hands grab my waist gently. “Fuck- you’re big.” I moan as he pulls out to the tip and plunges back into my pussy. “You should see how pretty your little pussy looks right no- goddamn!” Joe exclaims as I clench onto him.

“More.” I beg as he quickens his pace, head thrown back as he pulls my hips back to meet his thrust. The loud sounds of our moans and our bodies smacking together filling the room. “Daddy harder!” I yelp as he slaps my ass and watches it jiggle after each hit, “Oh fuck y/n..” he pounds into me causing my body to jolt against the mattress.

Gripping the sheets and pillows around me, the feeling of my orgasm building in my stomach. “Oh you’re throwing it back now?” He moans breathlessly, nodding eagerly as my hips push themselves back onto his cock. “Right there?” Joe teases as I squeal when he hits my g-spot, “Yes! Omg daddy pl-“ I cry out as the feeling of his cock penetrating my walls deeply starts to become overwhelming.

“You got it. Take daddy’s cock.” He groans as I clench around him, his hand pulling me up by my throat against his broad chest. “I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!” I whine as my head falls forward, his hands letting go of my throat to play with my boobs. “You can do better than that.” He teases as he pulls at my nipples, “Beg for me..” he whispers in my ear with his deep voice. “Please let me cum daddy! I’ll be a good girl- oh-“ I beg before I cum all over his cock, his hips stutter as I clench onto him.

His rough breath leaving my ear as he pushes me back down to the pillows, his thrust making me squirm due to the overstimulation. “Daddy didn’t say cum.. now you have to just please me.” He grunts as he pulls out of my soaked pussy, “I’m sorry!” I gasp as he grabs my hair. “Yeah? Well be sorry and suck daddy’s cock.” He says as he lays back against the pillows after pulling me up by my hair.

Crawling in between his legs, his drenched veiny cock is on full display. I grab the base as he immediately tenses at the touch, squeezing it before pulling up to the tip. Cum spilling out his reddened tip as his hips thrust into my palm, my plump lips coming to suck on the tip. “Oh y/n! Fuck.” He groans as his hands grab my hair, “Yes daddy?” I tease the tip of his cock before taking him fully into my mouth. His hips rolling as he pushes my head down, “Just like that! Just like- oh I’m gonna cum.” He says while throwing his head back. I swallow every drop of his thick cum, before leaving a small kiss on his tip.

Joe pulling me up onto his lap for a kiss, his tongue entering my mouth while his hands go straight to ass. “You did so good.” He pulls away to admire my fucked out face, smiling I kiss cheek. “What was that all about?” I ask as his fingers trace small shapes onto my ass, “What?” His calm face contorting to a confused one. “Daddy.” I reply as his hands immediately place a small smack on my ass cheek.

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joesanrio · 1 year ago

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Uh Oh | R.R

Summary: Since the club incident, though we both acted with purpose; it was the aftermath that was totally incidental.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i x Nova Borbón (OC) || non-established relationship

Warnings: Guilt, Break-ups, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, unprotected (she’s on birth control), creampie.

Rating: 18+ (smut, fluff)

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my last post <333 I wasn’t expecting so many people to like it, so I got yall from now on ;)

@ipietromaximofflover here ya go <3

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I was never one to be considered a home-wrecker, but here I was sitting on the couch after telling my friend what happened last weekend at the club. “Nova! And you can’t even say you were drunk! That was just a bitch move.” My friend, Mariah, stressed towards me and I nodded desperately in agreement.

“I know… I mean I was sober enough to stop her from drunk-driving but not getting down and dirty with her man!” I practically shout before shoving my face into my hands, my apartment doorbell rings. “Damn, we done manifested the bitch here.” Mariah whispered as she looked at me with an shocked face. I get up from the couch with a small giggle, and walk towards the door before looking through the peep hole.

On the other side is Joe looking down the hall with a serious expression, I open the door quickly which seems to startle him. “Hey Novs, I really wanted to talk to you.” He smiles uncertainly at me. “Hey… I would love to but-“ I begin before I hear footsteps from behind me.

“See ya girl, I’ll call you when I get home alright.” Mariah goes to hug me before waving towards Joe and leaving. I watch her in disbelief as she walks down the hall before Joe clears his throat, “Well um come on in.” I smile and move to the side.

We sit in comfortable silence as I clean up the snacks from before, “You sure you don’t want any? There’s plenty!” I smile akwardly as I pick up the popcorn bowl to refill it, “You know what, sure.” He nods as he seems to relax further into my couch cushion. His thick thighs in his gray sweatpants were bulging in his sitting position. I pop more popcorn before walking back into the living room, and handing him the bowl first.

“You wanted you talk?” I say as I sit down on the sofa slightly away from him, “Yeah, about last weekend at the club. That was completely wrong of me and I told Kira about it, not mentioning it was with you but just that I did it in general.” He says sitting up with his elbows on his thighs taking on a serious expression. “Oh.. wow um how did it go?” Not expecting the best, “She was pissed, but turns out she’s been sleeping with my friend Jackson for a couple months so…” he trails off while rubbing his temples.

“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry!” I say feeling terrible for the guy, “yeah um, I broke up with her and she threw a fit. So I was really wondering if I could stay with you?” He asked looking directly into my eyes, he looked so drained and guilty. “Of course! Yeah- that’s no problem at all.” I say eagerly before catching myself. He lets out a long sigh, I’m hoping it was of relief and he proceeds to reach towards me.

“I really appreciate you for this, you don’t understand.” He grabs my hand gently before squeezing it in appreciation. “Wait just for tonight right?” I clarify as I remove my hand from his slowly. “Yeah, just tonight.” He nodded but continued looking at his now empty hand.

I smile and nod, “There’s the guest room and you don’t have to worry because it has a ensuite.” I clap as I get up to walk towards the guest room. “Fancy.” He jokes before standing up from the couch, I hum in agreement as I show him around. Which wasn’t needed but I like validation sometimes and he’s the perfect person to get it from.

“Where’s your bag?” I ask remembering he came to my door with just his phone and keys. “In the car. I could just get it in the morning.” He answers before sitting on the bed, “Joseph I’m sorry. I really am, that was such a horrible thing for me to do.” I blurt out. He lets out a sigh, “Novs… trust me I’m not mad at you. I shouldn’t say this but I enjoyed it.” The tips of his ears getting red.

“Joe…” “You didn’t?” He cuts me off with a questioning look, “I did… it’s just the guilt.” I try to explain. He stands up from the bed making his way over towards me, “What if I help?” He whispers as his arms wrap around my waist. “Help me do what?” I ask as I place my hands onto his biceps, “Get rid of the guilt.” He smirks and I feel his fingers dig into my lower back sweetly.

“A massage! Oh so nice.” I tease as I lay down onto the bed and look back at his unamused face. “Not what I was thinking…” he mutters as he sits on the side of me, “Come on, get at it.” I giggle while wiggling my hips but his hands come down to stop it. “I’m not prepared. You got oil or something?” He taps my lower back that was peeking out from my crop top. “Ugh, I will not be coming back to this establishment.” I huff jokingly before going and getting my mango and coconut oil from my vanity.

I hear a lot of shuffling in the guest room as I make my way back, “I got it.” I smiled as I observe Joe’s now shirtless torso. “Getting comfortable huh?” I say while handing him the bottle, “I’m setting the mood.” He winks jokingly. I hum in amusement before laying down again, “Then do you want to go first?” I ask looking back at him.

“No no.. just take your shirt off.” He retaliates quickly without realizing what he said, “In a professional way, of course.” He clarifies as I giggle and remove my top. Getting in position, the oil is cold as it touches my back and rolls down into the curve of my spine. “I forgot all about your back dimples.” He says as his big hands rub the oil around, I hum eagerly as he begins.

His touch was exhilarating, his fingers always found the right pressure points. “You know if wrestling doesn’t work out, you can always become a massage therapist.” I moan out as he drags his hands across my waist smoothly, he lets out a small laugh. “Got it princess.” He replies before his hands get lower and finds there way down to my thighs.

The arousal already forming as his long fingers massage the inside of my thighs, a moan leaving my lips accidentally while I could sense the smirk forming on his lips. “It’s nice hm?” He teases while his fingers get closer and closer to the place I want him most, “Stop teasing.” I moan as he runs his index over my pussy gently.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you took these little shorts off?” He rubbed between my folds through the soft cotton. I hum but couldn’t get myself to move, his finger running over my clit delicately. “S’good.” I say breathlessly, he taps my ass watching it jiggle from the impact. “Lift your hips.” He orders as he pulls at the waistband of the shorts, I lift my hips while feeling the fabric leave my body quickly. “You’re soaked baby.” He smiles as his hands spread my ass to get a better look at the wet patch on my panties.

“Joesph…” I whine before he lays himself between my legs, but lifts my hips up into a position that I already know i’ll have to hold. He pulls my panties to the side, looking at my folds soaked in arousal before placing a small kiss on my clit. “Oh.. again.” I ask quietly though i’m sure he heard due to the fact he placed another, his tongue doing a long lick between my wet folds. I moan into the pillow in front me as his thumb rolls onto my clit while his mouth does all the work on the rest.

His tongue inserting itself into my entrance swiftly as I unintentionally push my hips further onto his mouth. His other hand massaging my ass nicely and leaving small taps whenever my pussy clenches onto his tongue. “You taste so good.” He mumbles into my now swollen lips before sucking on my clit. I squeal as I could feel myself about to cum, “Oh my god.. please!” I yelp as Joe’s mouth leaves my pussy and places a quick slap.

“Look at you.” He smirks as he comes up and places a kiss onto my neck, “You’ll cum, trust me.” He laughs lightly as I roll over onto my back underneath his body. He sits back before pulling out his hard, red-tipped dick, looking desperate as he jerks himself off a little. His moans echo throughout the room as he positions himself between my legs again, I pull him down to kiss his wet lips. Tasting myself on his tongue, his arms relaxing and holding my waist as he lays on top of me.

My hands running along his back before grabbing the nape of his neck, finger intertwining with his dark locks. Our chests pressed together, the only thing between us is my lace bra. I moan against his lips as his dick slides in between my folds easily due to my arousal, “Oh fuck.” He mumbles against my plump lips. His lips leaving mine as he leans back and inserts his dick slowly, feeling every inch and vein.

One of his hands grabbing mine gently as he bottoms out, “So big.” I gasp softly. He bites back a moan as he watches his dick rock into my pussy slowly, the sinful noises of my arousal and his pace quickening filling the room. “Your pussy is so tight.” He groans as I clench around his huge dick, my moans getting louder as he is now pounding into me.

The smacking of our bodies and strong moans are now replacing the noise from before, his hand coming up from my waist to play with my boobs. Pulling my bra to the side as his mouth comes down onto my nipple, and licking circles around them. “Oh my-“ I can barely speak as moans continue spewing out of my mouth. “What’s my name?” He whispers into my ear as his hand replaces his mouth and rubs circles around my nipple.

“J- fuck!” I yelp as he places a light smack onto my boob, “Wrong.. let’s try again.” He smirks as his eyes meet my heavy-lidded ones. “Mmm I don’t-“ “Of course you do baby.” He bites into my neck, before pounding restlessly into my puffy core. “Leati! I’m gonna cu-“ I squeal as I grab onto his shoulder tightly. “Cum baby.” He smiles into my neck while feeling my pussy clench onto his dick, causing him to cum inside of me.

“Fuck..perfect baby.” He pushes himself deeper as he lifts my leg from underneath my knee, allowing my thigh to push up to my stomach and create a whole new angle. “I love you.” I huff out against his ear, his pace never faltering but his fingers rubbing gently into my waist. “I love you too.” He kisses my lips.

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joesanrio · 1 year ago

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Eleven Minutes | R.R

Summary: Joe is always gone, to the point that missing him is an understatement. Nova craves that man like nothing else, but she seems to only be able to watch not touch.

Pairing: Joe Anoa’i x Nova (OC)

Rating: 16+

Warnings: Teasing, sexual innuendos, kissing,

Word count: 200+

A/n: This is my first time writing for anyone in wwe or abt wwe in general so bare with me!

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“Omg, is that who I think it is!” I hear one of my favorite people gasp from behind me, I turn around smiling before rushing over for a hug.

“You came to watch the match, huh?” Tamina smiled as she knows exactly who I’m here to see. I roll my eyes and nod before we laugh and walk down the hall together.

“I was supposed to meet him up front, but I think I came a bit late.” I say with hint of disappointment, though it’s not really my fault that the security guard was doing too many identification checks. She nods before leading me to his locker room, before leaving me to go in alone.

I knock before coming in, “Joe?” I call out before peeking around the corner to see him with his headphones and iPad. I laugh lightly before walking over to him as though he didn’t look up not once as he was intensely focused on the screen. “Bae…” I say while I tap his shoulder, his whole body jerks away as he looks at me.

“Oh shit! Hey baby!” He smiled before standing up, and towering over me though I’m no short woman.

“Hey…oh- you ready for the match?” I say as he pulls me in a hug quickly, hands wondering down to my ass.

“Mmhm. I’m glad you’re here, but now I’m nervous.” He smiles as the tips of his ears turn a bit red, my favorite part about him; that and his mole above his lip that always covered up by his mustache. I kiss him tentatively as he took control quickly, “damn- I got to stop.” He says as he pulls away and licks his lips.

“What can i say… I’m addictive.” I joke as he looks at me with the most terrible side glance I’ve ever received. “You don’t even want to fake a laugh? Okay… I see how it is.” I giggle as he finds that funny and chuckles. “What were you watching on your iPad?” I asked as I remember how invested he was in it.

“Just watching… I don’t know- stuff.” He shrugs as I nod but still finding him a bit sketchy. He sits back down before pulling my into his lap, “Front row right? Right at the barricades?” He questions as he rubs the exposed thigh that my skirt can’t cover.

“Yup, the barricades you struggle to jump over.” I smile as he face deadpans and plucks my thigh. “Ow- you’re fingers are too big for that.” I huff as I rub the spot he hurt.

Joe rest his head on my chest as I watch the tv in the locker room, “I can’t wait. You gonna win for me?” I ask as wrap my arms around the big Samoan man’s head.

He hums as he nods before placing a kiss on top of my boob, “I always win.” He huffs a laugh before lifting his head up and winking.

“Ugh you ruined the mood.” I giggle while trying to get off of Joe’s lap, but his tattooed arm held me down. “How much time do you have before you need to get down to the gorilla?” I asked as innocently looked at him as he raises an eyebrow at my sudden question.

“About 10-15 minutes… why?” He asked, knowing exactly ’why’. His large hand finding there way into the middle of my lap, and rubbing tenderly the inside of my thigh. “Is there something you want to do baby?” He taunts with his head tilting to the side and that signature smirk finding its way onto his lips.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if you could complete the task in such a short amount of time.” I teasingly pout knowing that this man could have me in a puddle in less than 1 second.

“Nova. Baby, you know how easy that is for me. We got 11 minutes.” He smirks and lifts me while he stands.

We hear a sudden knock on the door before he lets go of my waist and I gain composure as Joe goes to speak. “Come in.” He says rubbing his hands together.

“We need you to the gorilla now.” An employee stated as Joe nodded. As the employee left, Joe kisses me and heads out while praying.

I pout as not only am I horny and soaked, but it’s a whole 45 minutes before he could do anything about it. I walk out of his locker room in despair, ‘11 minutes, my ass’ I huff as I think about that supposed time we had.

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He won. Everyone congratulating him as we walked down the hall together, his smile never fading.

“Aye Uce! Hold up- what’s up Novs?” Jimmy comes up before giving me a side hug.

“Hey! Just following him around.” I giggle with Joe’s hand in mine. “We should all hang out soon.. I miss Trin.” I state with hope as I seriously miss my girl.

“I gotchu!” Jimmy nods before saying something to Joe then walking off.

We walk into Joe’s locker room, “Damn I need to shower.” Joe huffs quietly. He looks around for his bag before stopping and just sitting down. I take the chance to sit down on his lap, not minding the sweat that’s now on my body too. “You okay Novs?” He asked before kissing my lips gently.

I nod before giggling, “Yeah, are you? You’re the one who just fought!” He smiles and nods while I capture his lips in another kiss. “We need to go.. I’m not having sex with you in a wwe locker room.” I joke and lift myself off his lap. He nods while picking up his bag and heading into the showers.

I try to sit patiently but my patience is running out as the tingle between my legs is getting worse. The entire match he made it literally hell, no matter how much I tried to ignore it and focus on the performance my mind kept thinking of the 11 minutes.

#roman reigns smut #joe anoa'i #roman reigns #wwe smackdown #wwe superstars #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns oneshot #Joe Anoa’i smut #wwe x reader #roman reigns x oc #joesanrio

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caramelcleopatraa · 5 months ago

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English: Jealousy: Love Me Like You Say You Do

x: A fictional piece of writing starring Hazel and Roman and an uninvited guest that Hazel’s not a fan of

Parts: Celos: Observación ! Celos: Negación dolorosa ! Celos: Sucia

English: Jealousy : Observation ! Jealousy: Painful Denial ! Jealousy: Dirty

“Welcome back, Hazel,” the security guard says, opening up the door to the venue. Her stilettos clash against the cold concrete floor. She waves at a few familiar faces upon entry after telling the security guard thank you.

She doesn’t get the chance to come visit much, so when she’s backstage, she tries to say hi to everyone. Being a CEO has its perks. Of course it's a lot of work to get to the stage where she experiences those perks, but she knew it would be worth it. And now that she’s gotten to that milestone she set a long time ago, she was able to leave the confines of her office to visit her man.

Her red silk blouse shimmered beautifully due to the bright overhead lights, matched with the red underlining of her red bottoms. Paired with black pants, a black clutch and a gold choker cuban.

An assistant not too far ahead of her, guided her to the room she requested, although she didn’t need to say that. They knew who she was, and who she belonged to. The assistant knocked on the door, and it opened to reveal a pale dressing room, with black couches and chairs and mirrors lined along the wall. “This is really fancy,” Hazel says, sticking her head in to get a better look at the entire room while the assistant leaves to handle another person. A tall figure blocks her point of view, staring down at her. “The Tribal Chief always receives the best.” Roman flashes his pearly white smile, opening his arms, non verbally asking her for a hug. She laughs, and says, “I know that’s right.” She obliges, wrapping her arms around his torso, trying to get as close to him as possible.

They soak in the feeling of the hug before disconnecting, finding eachothers eyes. “How was work, love? You got any more CEO shenanigans to tell me abo-” “Roman!” A high pitched voice calls out to him, causing him to turn his head to focus on the source of the loud yell. Tiffany Stratton. She leaned against some dusty stage equipment swiping her long blonde wavy hair out of the way to show her cleavage. He looks at Hazel for confirmation and she nods sweetly, letting him slip from her hands to attend to Tiffany. Normally, she wouldn’t stay outside to watch, but she knew Tiff. And Hazel knew how Tiff got around Roman.

Tiffany had made herself known to the bloodline by talking smack to Naomi. But before then, she would ask Roman for advice on how to excel in the business. Or at least that’s what he had said when Hazel asked. Hazel had always patiently waited for them to finish her conversation, looking up from her phone to see her twirling her hair and looking him up and down. This time wasn’t any different. The same old seductive stare with the scan, with a few extra dead pans at Hazel, because she felt bold. One more quick look at her phone was the mistake she made however, as she saw Tiffany gently trailing her hand down his arm. As much as Hazel tried to hide the shock in her face, her body went completely still. Hazel was frozen in place, and that overjoyed Tiffany, looking at her frozen state before giving him a flirtatious wink and twisting her hips as she left.

She didn’t even notice him in front of her, calling out her name several times. “Hellooo

?” She shook her head, staring straight at his chest that met her eye level. “What were y’all talking about this time?” He shrugs his shoulders and says, “She had asked me about promos and stuff cause she’s doing one tonight.” ‘Of course. Convenience always works in her favor.’

“So promos had to lead to her touching your arm like that?” She pouted and looked off to the side, avoiding eye contact with him while he smiled to himself, finding her jealousy cute. He grabs her face and turns her head towards him. “I’m not interested in her, my love. Only you. Now where were we before we got interrupted? How was your day?” She smiles slightly, basking in his chocolate eyes before a certain voice from inside the dressing room catches her attention. The TV was turned up, loud. On it, Tiffany Stratton inside the ring, cutting a small promo. The crowd roared as she spoke with arrogant confidence.

“And once I take care of Naomi, I’m gonna take Roman, because he’s mine. And I know he wants all of this,” Tiffany says, doing a slow turn, puffing her chest out to showcase her tits to all of the cameras and giving the main camera another wink.

‘I know this lil raggedy bitch ain't just-’

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caramelcleopatraa · 5 months ago

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English: Jealousy: Love Me Like You Say You Do

x: A fictional piece of writing starring Hazel and Roman and an uninvited guest that Hazel’s not a fan of

Parts:

Celos: Observación !

Celos: Negación dolorosa !

Celos: Sucia !

English:

Jealousy : Observation !

Jealousy: Painful Denial !

Jealousy: Dirty !

#roman reigns #wwe #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x black reader #joe anoa'i #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns x y/n #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe oneshot #joe anoa'i x black reader #joe anoa'i x reader #joe anoa’i #caramelcleopatraa

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reignmyworld · 6 years ago

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We found Love SongFic - Roman Reigns x Reader

Summary: You and Joe had been dating for six months now, your relationship being great except for the fact, that you can��t see each other as often as you would want to. One day he surprises you with tickets for a concert of your favorite singer. Just as one of your favorite songs comes up, he decides to turn this night into one, that you would remember forever, as things start to get steamy while being surrounded by thousands of other people.

Warnings: fluff, smut

Pairing: Joe Anoa’i x Reader

Note: This is Part 2 of the Rihanna Songfic Series. You can read Part 1 here. Please note that this one turned out to be a little shorter, but I hope that you’ll enjoy it nevertheless.

Tag List: @iwritewwe @trixdeee @calwitch @alexisbagans143 @rollins-princess214 @vebner37 @scuzmunkie @the-queens-reign @mermaid-at-heart

Rihanna- We found Love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tg00YEETFzg

Yellow diamonds in the light I was standing side by side As your shadow crosses mine What it takes to come alive It's the way I'm feeling, I just can't deny But I've gotta let it go

We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place

“Thank you for coming on a date with me”, Joe smiled at you as he was opening the door of his car for you. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as you tiptoed in order to place a small kiss on his cheek. “Are you going to thank me now every time I’m going out with you?”, you smiled up at him with him nodding his head happily like a boy, who had just received his favorite sweets. It was almost six months since you had met him at the wrestling event NBC made you go to. And although you were hesitant at first to go on a date with Roman Reigns, you were curious to know how respectively who the person behind the character was, at the same time. And Joe turned out to be a great guy, not only in the ring but even more so out of it. He was funny, witty, smart and he managed to make you feel like you were the only girl in the world. You already felt yourself falling for him during your first date and after your third you were already dating. And there wasn’t one single day in those six months that you weren’t happy having him by your side.

Sure, it was not always easy since you were basically having a long distance relationship for most of the time, but he made sure to put you on a pedestal whenever he returned home from wrestling a bunch of events. You had never been happier in your entire life as it felt that you had found in him, what you had been searching for your entire life – even without knowing it. And you knew for a fact that Joe felt the same as he had told you so after your first night together, asking you not to be freaked out by his confession. You thought that it was the cutest thing you have ever heard, especially since you had learned sooner than later in your relationship, that he never was someone to wear his heart on his sleeve so easily and that talking about his feelings was a rather huge deal for him. You never believed in love at first sight, nor did you ever believe in all of those theories about the existence of soulmates but ever since you met Joe, you were willing to accept that you might have been wrong in not believing in either of those things. During the last six months, he had not only been your boyfriend and your lover but your best friend and your safe haven quite alike. And you hoped that it would indeed stay this way for as long as you were together, hoping that this might be until the end of your life.

Shine a light through an open door Love and life I will divide Turn away 'cause I need you more Feel the heartbeat in my mind

It's the way I'm feeling, I just can't deny But I've gotta let it go We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place

As you were driving in his car, he was gently holding your hand as he maneuvered the car through the traffic. “So this date we are going on…”, you started, looking at him with a bright smile before you added: “Where does this lead us to?” You heard his deep chuckle as he answered: “Nice try, baby girl, but I have already told you that it’s a surprise. And I won’t tell you in advance, even if you asked me several more times since I’m not willing on spoiling the surprise for you.” He was right, you couldn’t even tell how often you had asked him, where he would take you, ever since he had told you that you should just wear something you would feel comfortable in, while spending most of the time outside.You were already playing all possible options through your head but you just couldn't say for sure what he might have planned. So you just jumped into your favorite outfit and tagged along with him, curious as to what he had planned, but trusting him fully.

As you were watching him from the side, you couldn't really believe what kind of luck you had being with him. He was anything a guy should be: kind, honest, intelligent, hilarious. You just loved spending time with him. And you almost every time blushed, when Joe reassured you, that he was the lucky one by having you by his side. As you were peaking at him now, a warm wave of affection washed over you. You reached out to him so you could caress his cheek as you whispered: "Have you actually the slightest idea how much I love you?" Your heart flattered as you saw the smile, you loved so much, on his lips. "Probably not as much as I love you, doll.", he answered sincerely, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles gently, before he held your hand, driving you to wherever your destination was.

Just 20 minutes later he steered the car on a parking lot in front of a huge stadium. You looked at him in confusion as you asked: "Have I forgotten one of your matches, babe? Do you have to work tonight?" He had to laugh at your confusion as he replied: "No baby girl, no work. Tonight I'm all yours." And with that he pointed to a sign, making you turn your head. Your whole face lit up as soon as you've read the name of your favorite singer on that billboard sign. Anything, that had happened in the last few months, was so overwhelming for you that you didn't even realize that your favorite singer would be in town. As you turned back to Joe, he was holding up two tickets, smiling brightly at you. You couldn't even put into words how touched you were. When you have mentioned your music taste to the guys, you had been with in the past, they would listen to you but would have forgotten it in the next moment already. The fact, that Joe not only remembered but also bought you tickets, made you more emotional than you could have imagined. "Thank you so much, babe", you smiled before you leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Anytime princess", he answered before he got out of the car, walking over to your side, helping you out of it and leading you to the stadium. He knew that big crowds were not really easy for you but as soon as he promised, that he would not leave your side for just one moment, you felt more at ease, pushing all angsty thoughts aside and just enjoying, what was about to come. You knew that Joe liked your favorite singer as well, so it was even greater for you to be here with him now.

Yellow diamonds in the light I was standing side by side As your shadow crosses mine We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place

As you entered the stadium, night had already washed over, giving you the feeling of anonymity as more and more people surrounded you, covering you in darkness, that was only disrupted from a few spotlights here and there, being pointed at the stage. The both of you had decided to stay in the back of the stadium, for once because the front was occupied already and even more importantly because it would help you if you were standing somewhere, where it just wasn't as crowded as further in the front, helping your anxiety to be pushed down to a minimum. Joe was hugging you from behind as your favorite singer came onto the stage about half an hour later, resting his chin on your head with you leaning into the embrace, he was offering. Just as he had promised, he didn't let go of you, not even then when the crowd around you went insane, jumping and clapping to the beat with you joining, since getting lost completely in the music always represented freedom for you. You were absolutely hyped as you were enjoying this concert to the bone, even more so since the man you loved was by your side.

When you turned around to your boyfriend, you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him down so he would understand you better and yelled in order to somehow make yourself heard over the loud bass: "Thank you so much for bringing me here, babe. This is absolutely incredible." Joe smiled at you, being happy himself that he was able to give you such a great surprise as he yelled back: "You're absolutely welcome, baby girl. I’m just glad that I’ve been able to surprise you and that you apparently like it.“ You nodded your head happily, as he was pulling you closer, giving you a sweet kiss before he let go of you as he realized, that the next song, that would be played next, was one of your absolute faves. You were blushing slightly since it was a rather sexual song but you couldn't help it, you just loved the beat of it. Joe gave you an amused wink before you turned around again in order to face the stage, like so many people around you.

Just seconds later, you felt your boyfriend's body pressing against yours again, making you shiver immediately, especially in combination with the track, that was currently playing. As you were singing along, you suddenly felt him push your hair out of the way, so he could kiss your neck softly, leaving little bites and licks here and there. Your breath automatically hitched and you were sure that he knew quite well what he was doing to you, since you had told him in the beginning of your relationship, that your neck was your weak spot. While his left arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you against his chest, his right hand started to wander. He was gently touching your neck before his hand went on a journey over your breasts and your belly, resting there for what felt like a little eternity, just to settle right under your belly button at the end of its journey, or so you thought at least. As you felt it moving even further down, fumbling at the button of your jeans, you drew in a sharp breath. "What are you doing?", you wanted to know, hoping that he could somehow understand you, fearing that the loud music would silence every word you had just said. "Relax baby girl, I know how that song makes you feel, let me help you", he mumbled in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You gulped hard as you said: "We're in the middle of a concert, surrounded by I have no idea how many people, probably thousands of them. You can’t do that.“

"Yeah quite a lot people, that are all focused on what is happening on stage in this very moment. Just relax Y/N and enjoy the moment. And believe me, I can do that, just watch me.“, he whispered in your ear, before he finally opened the button of your jeans and did the same with its zipper. You held your breath as you felt his hand wander into your jeans, vanishing in your panties shortly after. You tried not to make a sound but as soon as you felt his long fingers caressing your warm folds, you couldn't hold back the low moan, that was escaping your mouth. He was slowly rubbing your clit, his rough finger standing in a sharp contrast to your soft bud, finding just the right rhythm that made your breath go faster, not only due to the pace he was setting but also due to the feeling he was creating .While he kept sucking on your neck, leaving a hickey there for sure, his finger was shifting between your clit as well as your folds, dipping into your wetness, soaking his finger in it, before he returned to your clit, adding to some extra sensation while he was rubbing your really sensitive spot there, spreading your dampness all over it, probably soaking your panties and your jeans quite alike. You were leaning back further, being shielded completely by his body as he was working his wonders on you. „God, baby, you're so wet for me", you heard him mumble in your ear as you let out another soft moan, your breath hitching shortly after as you felt him insert his index finger into your pussy before he extraordinarily slowly pulled it out, just to push it back in, finding his own rhythm, making it hard for you to suppress your whimper as you enjoyed the sweet torture of his fingers. You loved sex with him, of course you did, but you were not particularly brave enough to do it in public, especially not with thousands of people surrounding you while your favorite song was played, that already got you wet, without feeling your boyfriend’s fingers moving in and out of you.

We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place We found love in a hopeless place

By now you were holding on to his arm, that was still trapped around your waist and just as he added a second finger, increasing the sensation even more, you let out a small cry before biting your lip the very next moment, hoping that no-one heard you or would be looking into your direction, figuring out what was going on between the both of you right now. Joe was moving his fingers in and out of you, changing his rhythm from slow and steady to faster and rougher, just like he used to make love to you on a regular basis. With every thrust of his fingers, you could feel that the sensation in your abdomen increased bit by bit. He noticed, that you were slowly hitting a point, where your orgasm would slowly but steadily built hence why he started moving his fingers with an increased pace, not slowing down in between like he had done before, making you moan out loud in pleasure. "You have to stop it", was the only thing you could articulate between little moans as you felt your orgasm drawing nearer and nearer. Joe knew exactly what you were hinting at, so he whispered: "No way baby girl, I won't stop midway through, leaving you hanging. I want you to come right here, right now and I want you to ride your orgasm out on my fingers, soaking me completely. Come for me sweetheart and don't care about anyone around you. Just enjoy the moment." Your breathing became heavier with every time you felt his fingers push back into you, after he had pulled them out just far enough for you to miss them, and his words, that he had been whispering so seductively into your ear, were enough to send you over the edge. You couldn't tell, how long he had been fingering you until you came all over his hand, your orgasm shaking your body while Joe involved you in a passionate kiss, muffling your cry that way.

You were still breathing heavily as you were riding out your orgasm with Joe fingering you in a slower rhythm now until he was sure that you came down completely from your high. Slowly he was pulling his fingers out of you with you already missing the feeling of him finger fucking you. He pulled his hand out off your trousers and with a sly smirk he turned you around, so you could watch him licking your juices from his fingers before he gave you a passionate kiss, that you could still taste yourself in. As he let go of you, he mumbled: "Fuck Y/N, you taste so fucking good. I wish that this concert was already over, so I could have my way with you back at home." You smiled up at him, still completely worked up. You wanted him, you wanted him bad and first and foremost you wanted him now.

You closed the zipper and button of your jeans before you took his hand, smiling up at him and saying: "You know what, babe? The concert was great, but right now the only thing I want is you buried deep inside of me. So let's head home and continue there, what we have started here." Joe didn't have to hear that twice, smiling down at you before leading you to the exit, so he could drive you home and give you, what you both wanted. You had no idea if someone had noticed your little adventure and even if someone did, you had to admit, that you didn't care as you enjoyed it way too much, he was right about that. And you couldn't wait for what was about to come as you knew that he would certainly make sure to keep you satisfied for the majority of the night, rocking you out just like you wanted him to.

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reignmyworld · 7 years ago

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Scratch Bite Choke Scream SongFic - Roman Reigns x Reader

Note: I just want to say in advance that I didn’t respectively don’t believe anything about that so called steroid scandal. But it just made a good preamble for angry sex. ;-)

Summary: Joe had been suspended for 60 days since evidence was presented that he knew that drug dealer, that claimed that he was one of his clients. As a ring announcer for WWE you traveled with your boyfriend from town to town and hearing about his suspension makes you angrier than it should - primarily because it showed you, that he didn’t trust you the way he should. As you kept arguing back and forth on your way home after tonight’s event, anger took over as soon as you were at home. The both of you soon find yourselves in getting rid off all tension in a special kind of anger management.

Warnings: angry smut

Pairing: Joe Anoa’i x Reader

Tha Empire - Scratch Bite Choke Scream

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcxQx416enA

I just wanna love you I just wanna fuck you I just wanna love you (!!!)

I want you to scratch, bite, choke, scream Let me make you fuckin’ cream I love you, you love me I want you to fuck me

You were fuming as you were sitting in the passenger’s seat right now. You couldn’t even say why you felt so betrayed but you definitely did. You actually thought that after years of being in a relationship with him, he would at least be honest to you. Of course it was not your problem and you didn’t have to live with the consequences in the first place but that didn’t mean that you weren’t beyond mad of how everything had went.

You were already at the hall, where today’s wrestling match would take place, getting dressed as you were working as ring announcer for the WWE when your boyfriend came in, obviously fuming. You knew that he was asked to have a little conversation with the WWE managers but you didn’t think too much of it since changes at short notice with regard to scripts or matches were nothing too uncommon as one of the wrestlers could always get sick or hurt, not being able to get into the ring that night, forcing everyone to somehow adjust to the new circumstances. So you just shrugged it off when they asked him to come with them for a few minutes. As you were studying today’s match plan you sighed, knowing that it would be a long evening with several matches to come. You always loved the energy at wrestling shows but you had to admit that you were more than glad that you were just announcing the matches and weren’t wrestling yourself. However, working for WWE was the best thing that had ever happened to you - not only because you got the chance to work in a field that always interested you but also because it gave you the chance to meet the guy, you would fall in love just a few months later with.

As you read Roman’s name on the match list you smiled to yourself. You were attracted to the man behind the character from the first moment you had seen him and when Joe asked you out you agreed right away. Years had passed since your first date and your were going strong ever since. By now you were sharing a home and you knew that you could trust him, just like he could trust you. At least you thought that he did. That, however, changed as he entered the room, his face showing an angry expression. You looked up at him in question, wanting to know: „What’s wrong babe? Did they tell you that you have to lose tonight’s match?“ He just shot you a deathly glare, before he took his gear, that he had placed on a chair as he wanted to change clothes before he got called, and tossed it back into his bag. You crooked an eyebrow, turning your full attention to him as you asked: „What are you doing? I know that you’re set for the last match of the evening but shouldn’t you get dressed now nevertheless?“ He mumbled something that you couldn’t understand and as you asked him to repeat what he had just said, Joe glared at you and groaned: „I said that I don’t have to change into my gear. I’m off the card. Not only for tonight’s match but for the next 60 days.“ You looked at him in disbelief, not trusting your ears. „What? Why are you pulled from the shows for the next 60 days?“, you inquired just as it hit you. „The rumors about the steroid scandal? You had promised that they were untrue.“

Joe gritted through his teeth: „They are untrue.“ You had enough of his one syllable answers as you let go of your match plan, moving over to him, crossing your arms in front of your chest and looking up into your boyfriend’s face, who was towering you. „If they were untrue they wouldn’t pull you from any of the shows. Not given your status around here. So how about you stop playing dumb with me and tell me the truth? I actually thought you would trust me enough to know that you can be honest with me.“ Joe was beyond angry as he groaned: „My god Y/N, stop being a fucking pain in the ass. That’s the least thing I can use now. Whatever evidence that dealer has, it leads back to the adderall case I had been fined for over a year ago.“

„They wouldn’t send you off for violating the wellness policy if they hadn’t real concern to do so.“, you snapped with Joe shooting back: „They aren’t particularly removing me for violating the wellness policy but more so for having claimed that I don’t know the dude although I did. They basically see it as a punishment for lying or however they call it.“ You didn’t trust your ears as you exclaimed: „Well you indeed promised that you didn’t know the guy.“ He shrugged his shoulders as he answered: „Well let’s just say that I haven’t been absolutely honest there.“ You could feel anger boiling inside of you and just as you wanted to snap back the door opened and one of the production assistants told you that they would need you to announce the first match. You shot a deathly glare at your boyfriend, hissing: „Since we drove here together, you either sit here for hours until I’m done with my job or you drive home and pick me up later because I sure as hell won’t take a taxi just because you thought that you had to fuck up.“ With that you smashed the door behind you, leaving Joe back, who was dropping down on a chair, cursing himself.

Approximately three hours later you were done with announcing the last match of the evening, the one that had to be changed due to Roman Reigns being crossed off the card, so you headed back for your locker room. Your anger hadn’t decreased in the meantime and you even felt it rising once again as you entered the room and saw your man sitting there. You didn’t even bother to look at him as you tossed your high heels into your bag, changing into more comfortable clothes and grabbing your bag. As you headed for the door, you heard his deep voice behind you, asking: „You’re going to ignore me for the rest of the night baby girl?“ You didn’t even bother looking at him as you made your way out of the locker room, groaning: „I’m going to ignore you for the rest of your life if you don’t shut it.“ You really weren’t in the mood for stupid games right now. Once you reached the car, you waited that he would unlock it so you could jump on the passenger’s seat. You had been driving for almost 20 minutes, another 20 minutes lying in front of you as tonight’s event took place in your hometown and neither of you was willing to break the tensed silence, that laid heavy over you. „You know that sooner or later you have to talk to me again, don’t you?“, Joe asked as you replied icy: „In that case I go with later.“ With that you went back to ignoring him. As you were sure that he was focused on the street you shot him a short look, seeing how his jawline tensed again and again, telling you that he was boiling on the inside but so were you.

Another 20 minutes later you reached your home and while Joe was still busy with locking the car you already headed for the front door, pushing past him before you got into your home while he was following shortly after. You could hear the door being slammed shut as you turned around, shooting him a deathly glare and hissing: „The door is not responsible for you being an asshole. So how about you shut it with more feeling instead of damaging it.“ He tossed his bag into the next best corner as he wanted to know, his whole body tensed with fury: „What is your fucking problem? It’s not like you have been suspended for 60 days without payment. It’s not like any of this concerns you. So why don’t you just act like none of that is any of your fucking business, because - quite frankly - it isn’t. Us being together doesn’t give you the right of making a fuss about things that don’t fucking concern you.“ You didn’t believe your ears as you shot back: „Things, that don’t fucking concern me? Do you actually have any clue why I’m so mad at you?“ Before he could answer, you added: „I don’t give a fuck about you being suspended for 60 days. That is your own fault and you have to deal with it. It’s not my problem at all how your standing in that company is now, what you are going to do during those two months while you are forbidden to do what you love. So yes, that is none of my concern and that is nothing I’m angry about. But what pisses me off big time is that you lied. I don’t care whether you lie to Vince, I don’t care whether you lie to any other person in the management team or whether you lie to any other of the wrestlers, but I do fucking care that you lied to me. We had talked about this, I have asked you whether you knew him and you told me straight to my face that you didn’t. This is what makes me mad and this is my fucking business whether you want to accept it or not.“

Either he didn’t understand you or he didn’t want to but all he said, was: „So I lied to you. Big deal… I’m sorry for that but I don’t understand the huge drama you’re making out of it.“ His voice had a mixed tone of annoyance, anger and danger by now. Your own voice was increasing as you shot back: „I can’t believe that you just said that. But let me explain it for your limited means. You fucking lying to me tells me that you don’t fucking trust me. And I thought that I had proven more than once that I would always have your back no matter what. And yet in a situation like that, where this whole scandal could break your neck and cause serious damage to your career, maybe even ending it, you think that it is absolutely okay to lie to me, to tell me that nothing of that was true albeit it was. Telling me the truth wouldn’t have hurt you, it wouldn’t have resulted in me not having your back but it would have meant that you trust me enough to be honest with me, to open up to me, to show me that you are willing to rely on me. Right now I just feel betrayed whether you want to understand it or not.“ Joe just shook his head. On the one hand he understood where you were coming from but on the other he just watched his life take a turn for the worst as he was not allowed to step into a wrestling ring anymore for the next 2 months and the last thing he needed right now was taking care of your feelings. He knew that it was mean but he was way too pissed at himself to somehow think and act correctly. Instead he just groaned: „Stop acting like a fucking bitch, there is no reason for that. You’re making a huge fuss out of nothing. I know that I haven’t told you the truth but it’s not like it hurt you.“ You had enough as you yelled: „Wow look at you, you are a fucking huge lying piece of crap. How about you go and fuck yourself?!“

With that you turned round and headed up the staircase, anger radiating from every inch of your body. You knew that he didn’t mean it the way he was saying it and you knew that he was more furious with himself than with anybody else but he could have just saved the whole situation by telling you that he was sorry, that he wasn’t honest with you and quite frankly by meaning it that way. And you also knew that you were not fair to him but you were torn between feeling sorry for him with regard to the consequences he was facing and by feeling betrayed by his actions. You could hear him stomping up the stairs behind you as you heard his deep voice, that was dripping with anger, giving him a dangerous tone: „Don’t you fucking dare to talk to me like that and don’t you fucking dare either to just walk away.“ Instead of responding you just flipped him the bird and continued your way. You were fuming and although you were always up for a good fight, right now it just annoyed you.

As you reached the door to your bedroom, you opened it and stepped inside, turning around, staring right into Joe’s angry face as you hissed: „You can sleep on the fucking couch tonight.“ He crooked an eyebrow and just as you wanted to shut the door right in front of him, he kept it open by pushing against it, groaning: „I don’t think so sweetheart. You want to make a huge fuss about nothing, then at least have the courage to discuss it.“

Start with a little bit of teasing Then we move to the pleasing Lay you down on the bed, start the sexual healing

Touch, rub, bite, lick I’ll suck your clit if you suck my woo Touch my body, molest my body Bite me, choke me There’s no stopping

„The last thing I feel like doing now is discussing shit with you. Fuck off asshole.“, you spat out but he was not willing to do you that favor. Instead he took a step closer, towering you completely, before he leaned down to you, murmuring, his voice sharper than you had ever heard it before: „If I were you, I would stop talking to me like that. I’m absolutely in no mood to bear with your attitude right now, baby girl.“ You shot him a deathly glare, not really able to say whom of you felt more anger in that moment. As you wanted to turn around, he grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place. He didn’t even care whether his grip was too fierce and you hated to admit it but the sudden pain that rushed through your arm kind of turned you on a way it shouldn’t. By the look he was giving you, you could tell that he knew exactly what he was doing. That, however, didn’t mean that you would just stand there and let him take over action. You pulled your arm, tried to escape his grip but that only led to him tightening it. “Let go off me” ,you gritted through your teeth with Joe giving you a sly smirk as he wanted to know: “Or you are going to do what exactly sweetheart?” You gave him a cold stare as you mumbled: “I’m really not in the mood for your dumb games.” He stepped closer, his chest just inches away from your face as you heard him say: „ You better are baby girl. If there is one thing I can’t stand, it’s you treating me the way you do right now. And I’m not willing to let it drop that easily, no matter how much right you think you have to be mad at me. And let me tell you that I’m not really in the state of mind where I’m just shrugging it off. You want to be pissed, fine. But after all that had happened tonight, I’m not willing to go to sleep as if nothing had happened. So we better start discussing the whole thing now and I don’t care whether we do so by words or actions.“

„You know what Joe? Fuck you…“

„No baby girl if anything it should be fuck me.“ With that he leaned down to you, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you with all the anger he was feeling right now. You tried to push him away with all the force you could bring up but it had barely any effect on him, his 265 pound body didn‘t move one inch, only increasing your own anger as you tried to fight him off. The only result you got, however, was him putting an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, leaving you no room to escape as his lips continued their assault on yours. You didn’t want to, you really didn’t, but you couldn’t avoid the betrayal of your body as your lips parted to let out that moan, that so desperately wanted to escape while Joe took advantage of it, slipping his tongue into your mouth, dominating you right away. You knew what was about to come and you would have lied if you didn’t anticipate it. Sex with him was always great, especially when it went a little tougher than it should. No matter how gentle he could be, you had learned pretty soon in your relationship that both of you were willing to push your boundaries and that the best outlet you had, for getting rid off your frustrations, was an equal amount of angry and make up sex. Both of you knew how far you could go to make it pleasurable for the both of you and no matter how much you sometimes hated it, that you would deal with heated arguments with actions rather than with words, most of the time you knew that you would go back to your normal selves right afterwards, after all of that anger and aggression had been literally fucked away.

As your broke apart you could see that his lips were reddened and you were pretty sure that your own looked the same. Joe was staring down at you, his eyes beyond wild and dangerous but you were not willing to back off, not willing to look away first. You had your pride, you were still mad and a mind-blowing kiss wouldn’t change that, especially not if you felt like slapping him over and over again. “I said it before and I will say it again. Go and fuck yourself”, you groaned, knowing exactly that you would only get him worked up even more as his hand snapped forward, grabbing your throat, before you could feel his lips on your neck, forcefully sucking on the sensitive skin there before he bit you there, making you moan in pain and pleasure quite alike. You were sure that he left a huge hickey there, that the make up assistant would have to cover up before your next announcing job. You were hitting against his broad chest, knowing exactly that he didn’t even care one bit.

As he let go of your neck, he groaned in your ear, his hot breath caressing it, sending shivers down your spine: “I have already told you that it is fuck me and not fuck you, baby girl.” With that he grabbed your shirt, easily ripping it in half, exposing your bare chest. You knew that it was senseless playing hard to get, your whole body was already anticipating feeling his hands roaming you and yet you were not willing to give in that easily hence why you reached out to his pants, grabbing him firmly through his fabric, making him draw in a sharp breath as you tightened your grip, hissing: “I am not your punching bag and I’m not your fucktoy. You don’t make the rules around here. If you want to fuck me, you will ask nicely, got it?” You knew that in the end it would be an equal dominance you had over each other but seeing his face displaying desire, anger and pain quite alike, turned you on more than you wanted to admit. Before you could say another word, he was leaning down to you, biting in one of your nipples while squeezing your other breast hard, making you scream more due to surprise than due to actual pain. You automatically let go of him, grabbing his shoulders instantly to steady yourself as this devilish tongue of his flicked over your nipples and your breasts quite alike, followed by his teeth that left bites here and there.

Now rub my cock on the tip of your clit If you show me all you can do with those lips Show me those tits and I promise I won’t bite Unless you prefer it, baby alright.

Spread those legs and just relax I promise the pleasure and that’s a fact After we’re done, we’ll cuddle and then, We will start to fuck again

Suddenly he was towering you again and with one swift move he was tossing you onto the bed, causing you to stare up at him as he got out of his shirt, tossing it to the floor, with the rest of his clothes following shortly after. You only had seconds to take in the sight in front of you, his broad chest, the huge tattoo, his defined muscles, his dick that was already rock hard for you. Out of reflex you licked your lips, knowing exactly how good he tasted and that you could turn him into a begging mess whenever your lips worked wonders on his dick, but before you could act on any of that, he was crawling over you, getting you out of your shorts in what felt like seconds, tossing them to the pile on the floor. Joe was pinning you down into the mattress, his whole weight resting over you as his deep voice groaned in your ear: “I want you to choke, bite, scratch, scream baby girl. You have pissed me off big time and you will make that right by being a good girl now.” Anger was written all over your face as you hissed: “Don’t ridicule yourself. You have no right to be mad whatsoever. It is you that has fucked up big time. And now get away from me because you still piss me off.” You knew the effect your words had on him and you liked to play it to their full extent. The truth was, you couldn’t wait until he would fuck you rough so you could get rid off your anger and you knew that he was feeling the same way.

He shot you one last deathly glare before he left the bed, sinking on his knees in front of it, pulling you closer, placing your legs on each side of his shoulders. You were struggling to get away from him but he was too strong. And you pretty much gave up your efforts as soon as you felt his tongue drawing circles around your clit, before he started licking your wet folds, making you moan not only in pleasure but in frustration quite alike as he wouldn’t spend enough time in one spot to give you a chance of adjusting to his licking and sucking, making it impossible for any sensation to build. Just as he had found the perfect spot, he would flick his tongue elsewhere, making you angrier than you had been before. You could hear his deep voice as he was asking: “Is there any problem sweetheart?” before he would take one long lick through your folds up to your bud in order to suck there for what felt like mili seconds before he pulled away again. “Fuck you”, you groaned, moving under his tight grip, trying to somehow get his tongue to the point where you needed it most. Joe must have realized what you had in mind because suddenly he was pulling back completely and the next moment he was pushing two of his long fingers inside you, moving them in a rapid rhythm as you screamed out in frustration. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and you could tell that he enjoyed every second of it, making you pay for your behavior towards him. You knew that two were able to play that game and you looked forward to the moment when it would be your turn.You tried to move under his assault but while his fingers did the talking his muscled arm held you down, making it almost impossible for you to move. „You know that I can go on like that for hours baby, don’t you? Of course it’s not easy for me not fucking you the way you deserve it right now but seeing the agony you are in increases the pleasure I’m feeling while seeing you like that.“ ,he groaned and as you looked down to him, you saw the devilish smile on his face as he was eyeing you. „Fuck you Joe, seriously, fuck you“ , you breathed hard throughout moans as he increased his pace, pushing his fingers even deeper into you than just seconds before as he groaned: „It still is fuck me. And you better start begging for me to do so, otherwise I’m keeping up that sweet torture for the rest of the night.“

I want you to scratch, bite, choke, scream Let me make you fucking cream I love you, you love me I want you to fuck me

You wanted to curse him out but your heavy breathing prevented you from doing so as you felt your climax drawing nearer. Joe has noticed the change in you, the little satisfied expression on your face telling him that you were about to come but he was not willing to give you that satisfaction. He knew that your walls would clench around his fingers if he kept going the way he did currently, but he was not content with letting you off the hook that easily. He pushed them one last time in you, going even deeper than before but pulled them out completely as he knew that you were almost welcoming your release. You looked at him with fury in your eyes as you cursed at him loudly but he just shook his head as he got up, placing one knee next to you while he positioned his other one between your legs, adding some force to it and pushing you up further on the bed while your juices ran over his knee. He grabbed your neck, making you look at him as he lifted your head, placing his fingers on your lips, muttering: „You better lick them clean sweetheart.“ You were giving him a deadly look but did nevertheless what you were told as you took in your own taste. You used that moment of him being completely focused on you, as you reached out for his dick, gripping it tightly as you applied extra pressure on the tip of his head. You could see that his breath hitched and with a sadistic smile on your lips, you whispered: „ Don’t you dare to think that you have me, where you want me. I know exactly how to push your buttons, I know exactly how to suck you off until you are begging to be allowed to be in me, and I know exactly how to turn you into a complete mess. And at the end of the day it will be you that will beg me to fuck you.“ He bit his lip, listening closely to everything you were saying and he knew that you were damn right. But right now his anger gave him new energy and no matter how good it felt as your hand was moving up and down his cock, finding just the right rhythm to push him close to the edge, he was determined to keep the dominance in your little game of who would give in earlier.

He grabbed your wrist and by applying some extra pressure to it, he forced you to let go of his dick although he wouldn’t have minded to feel your tongue doing some extra work there. He looked at you, anger combined with lust all written over his face as he made you crawl completely on the bed under him while he was hovering over you. “Say it”, he demanded as he roamed your breasts, squeezing your nipples hard once he reached them before his hand traveled further to your throat. You locked eyes with him as you spat out: “Fuck you.” Joe spread your legs the same moment as he was tightening his grip around your throat, leaning down to you, muttering: “I’m pretty sure that we had already discussed that it’s the wrong phrase. Come on Y/N, I know that you can do better. Say it.”

“Bite me”, you exhaled, drawing a sly smirk from his lips as he leaned down further, attacking the sensitive skin on your neck, that was already bruised from his first assault, making you moan once again. As he licked over the skin under your ear, he mumbled: “I think that we’re slowly getting there.” While his grip was tight around your neck, slightly choking you, you had your troubles not just giving in. You really tried as you pushed his head away from your neck only to be rewarded with another sadistic smirk before his lips landed on yours once again, kissing you roughly. You dug your nails into his shoulders, enjoying the muffled sound he was making as your nails left visible marks in his skin. As you broke apart both of you were staring at each other’s eyes, your anger slowly decreasing just to be replaced by passion. “Once again sweetheart, say it.”

“You really need to hear that before taking full action, don’t you?”

“Of course, I just want to make sure that you’re content with it. No matter how angry we are, I sure as hell wouldn’t hurt you or do anything that you wouldn’t want me to do.” No matter how pissed you were just a few moments ago, it was situations like this, where you realized, how much you loved that man hovering over you. You were attacking his lips in another rough kiss, before you exclaimed: “Fuck me. And you better do it rough."

Joe didn’t need to be told twice as he increased the chokehold around your neck, pushing himself inside of you in one swift move, making you moan out in pleasure due to the sudden sensation. Contrary to all of those times he would be gentle to you, he didn’t give you time to adjust to his dick filling you up as he already started moving, pulling out of you almost completely before pushing back into you with one hard and deep thrust. His free hand grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing it roughly while he was fucking you as rough as you wanted him to. You tried to meet his thrusts as best as possible, increasing the sensation for the both of you while your sweaty bodies were grinding against each other, your pussy welcoming and taking in every inch he had to over. You could have reached out for him, could have tried to cause him some pain in doing so, but if you were honest you enjoyed being fucked hard way too much than to take action on your own. "Are we at a point now, where you are willing to accept, that you won’t treat me again the way you had done before?”, Joe wanted to know, his breathing heavy as he pounded in and out of you at an ever increasing pace. You had your troubles answering as you were screaming out in pain and pleasure quite alike. You had to admit that the both of you had reached a complete new level of angry sex - one you had never been on before. “Not even close.”, you spat out as soon as you trusted your voice.

There’s this time, when uh, we was having sex, right? And you told me not to cum But then we started fucking, vibrating your hips and fucking, movin’ all around and shit Like, how the fuck do you not cum?

If you… how the fuck do you not cum if you make that shit happen? I’m just trying to say, there was other times when you was givin’ me head and you told me not to cum, how the fuck do you not cum if you gettin’ head? what the fuck? That’s like telling a fucking baby not to fucking suck on a bottle if it has milk inside I don’t give a fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum!!

He let out a growl, that somehow reminded you of a wild animal, as he tightened his grip even more and you couldn’t say whether him choking you, him grabbing your breast harshly or him fucking you as roughly as he currently did, gave you the most pleasure. He went on like that for quite some time, slowing down in his pace every now and then before picking it up once again, always making sure that he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of being able to come. He slammed into you hard, drawing moans and screams from you quite alike and slowly but steadily you felt your orgasm building up. Joe, however, knew you too well, knew that you were close to stumbling over the edge and he was not willing to let you by any means. He slammed into you once again before he pulled out of you completely, making you scream in frustration as he pulled back his hand from your throat in order to place it on your other breast, squeezing both of them roughly before he leaned down, sucking and biting on your nipples harder than ever before. You screamed out in pleasure, deciding that he had control over you for longer than necessary and as two could play that game of special anger management you were of the opinion that it was only fair if it was your turn now.

He obviously didn’t expect you to take action but you suddenly grabbed his face, kissing him hard until his lips were slightly red and swollen, equalling your own. With all of the force you could bring up, you tossed him to the side but all you were rewarded with was an crooked eyebrow. “Get on your fucking back”, you groaned with him smirking at you, saying: “I thought that I had already told you that sucking on my dick was off the table for tonight” You shot him a deathly glare as you hissed: “Just do what you had been told for fuck’s sake.” He just shrugged his shoulders and followed your order, way too curious what you were about to do. Just as he laid down, you climbed onto his lap, locking eyes with him before you sank down on him, taking him all in. You didn’t care about his “Oh fuck” as you started to buck your hips, moving and grinding, riding him as hard as you wanted to. It felt good taking control, paying him back for everything he had done, releasing your anger bit by bit on him. It was your turn now to fuck him, to have him trembling under you, to drive him right to the edge only to leave him hanging there. He moaned out loud as you took what you wanted, as you claimed him, as your hips rocked back and forth and you would lift up just enough so only the tip of his dick would still be in you before you would sink down all the way again and again. He was digging his fingers into your hips and you were sure that by tomorrow you would see visible marks there as well. You loved the sounds he was making, those low growls as you were fucking him, your fingernails scratching over his chest until your marks were visible, not only on his chest but his arms and his stomach quite alike.

“Tell me that you’re sorry for not being honest with me”, you groaned as you were moving away from him just to sink down on him again and again. Joe increased the grip around your hips as he muttered: “You have a long way to go to make me apologize, baby girl.” You didn’t have to hear that twice as you were picking up your pace, riding him even harder, making him moan out in pleasure. Just as you felt the slight twitching of his dick as your walls clenched around him, you moved up one last time, making him groan in frustration as you left his dick before he could reach his orgasm.“Are we going on like that for the rest of the night?”, you groaned and although he was beyond pissed that you would leave him hanging like that, you heard the slightly amused tone in his voice as he replied: “If we have to.” With that he was moving over, eyeing you for a certain amount of time before he grabbed your waist and turned you around so you were lying on the bed on your belly and he was on top of you, your legs spread to either side of your body, giving him easy access as he pushed himself into you from behind, holding you down with his whole weight, pounding into you while reaching that sweet spot again and again as you gave him the deepest angle lying on the bed like you did. You were burying your face in the pillow, not willing to show him how much you were enjoying it, trying your best to stop your body from wanting to meet his thrusts.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of you. Just as you wanted to ask what his fucking problem was, you heard his deep voice groan: “Get on your damn knees, baby girl.” You peeked over your shoulder and saw that “No” was nothing he would accept as an answer. You gulped hard as you were welcoming the thought of him taking you roughly from behind, so before he could repeat it, you were on your knees and arms already. “Good girl”, he smirked at you as you groaned: “You better make sure that I’m not able to walk tomorrow anymore.“

I want you to scratch, bite, choke, scream Let me make you fuckin’ cream I love you, you love me I want you to fuck me

"You can bet on that”, he muttered as he slid into you from behind, fucking you even harder as he had done before. You moaned out in pleasure as you fisted your hands in the sheets, holding on to them for dear life as he almost pushed out of you completely just to slam back into you before he could do so. With one hand he grabbed your waist, holding you in place while he was fucking you roughly from behind, while his other grabbed your hair, pulling on them, exposing your throat as you were moaning in pleasure. He was finding a steady pace, one that would push you closer to the edge bit by bit and just from the sloppy rhythm, he showed here and there, you could tell that he was having a hard time holding back as well. Since one of you had to be the mature one, you said while breathing heavily: “How about I apologize for having overreacted while you apologize for not having been honest in the first place? As much as I love you fucking me rough in all different kinds of positions I’m not quite sure how much longer I can get without finally coming. I’m even willing to beg now.”

You felt how Joe was sitting down on his knees, pulling you with him, not willing to pull out of you as he made you sit on his lap so you could ride him reversed style as he cupped your breasts from behind, placing a soft kiss on your neck before he groaned: “I have no objection to that baby girl. To be honest I couldn’t go much longer like that myself.” You continued to ride him for a couple of moments until you could feel the heat building up, making your movement rather sloppy. You were breathing harder and you felt how your walls clenched around his dick before you screamed out in pleasure, yelling his name, your orgasm washing over you as he shot his hot load into you just moments after, holding you tight to his body while he was kissing your back gently, both of you almost out of breath. You stayed like that for several more minutes until he let go of you.

I want you to scratch, bite, choke, scream Let me make you fucking cream I love you, you love me I want you to fuck me

I just wanna love you I just wanna fuck you I just wanna love you (!!)

You crawled from his lap and laid down on the bed, still breathing heavy as you felt a strong arm pulling you closer, before a blanket covered your body. You snuggled closer to your boyfriend while he pulled you close to his body, softly trailing his hands over your side. As you looked up at his face you saw that all of the anger had vanished and you were quite sure that yours had done so as well. It took a few minutes until he said: “I’m really sorry for not having told you in the first place. I know that I should have. I do trust you with all my heart, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to disappoint you and to be honest, I was embarrassed that this damn mistake, I had made one year ago, would come around once again. I didn’t want you to think that I’m a failure.” You looked up into his face, knowing that he was telling the truth. You gently cupped his cheek as your thumb caressed his jawline, whispering: “I could never think of you as a failure. And I would have had your back for the whole time. All of that situation doesn’t change who you are and I know that you wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I know that I have overreacted and I’m sorry for that. But it did hurt me, thinking that you wouldn’t trust me enough to be open about that topic.”

“Do you think we can just forget it?”

“Yeah I think we can do that.”, you smiled at him before you kissed him, absolutely gentle this time. As you broke apart he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, holding you in his arms close to his body as he mumbled: “I love you to the moon and back, I hope you know that.” You smiled up at him as you whispered: “I love you too.” Just as you were about to doze off you could hear his deep voice: “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I really hate us fighting. But I kind of love our kind of anger management.”, he said amused as you chuckled, replying: “Yeah I can totally understand that. Do you actually know what sucks most about you being pulled from the shows for 2 months?” He was drawing little circles on your back as he wanted to know: “What exactly?” You smirked up at him as you said: “That you aren’t there after every show to celebrate your victory.” Joe knew exactly what you were hinting at and with a sly smirk he replied: “You know. baby girl, me not being allowed to step into a ring doesn’t mean that I’m not allowed to travel with you. I sure as hell won’t miss out on those special occasions.” And before you could answer, he was already capturing your lips in a gentle kiss that grew more and more passionate, preparing you for another round. Sleeping was for the weak anyway.

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