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romanreignsbae · 2 days ago

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Forbidden Desires - Chapter 2

R.R

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After 3 hours of walking around the mall relentlessly, with Roman buying Y/n every single thing she eyed, they finally made it back to the hotel. As Roman locked the door behind him, he asked a question that’s kept him on edge since last week.

“How is he?” Y/n knew exactly who Roman was subtly referring to.

He was referring to the almost 2 year old son they shared. Zyon. The light of their lives. How this happened? Well long story short, a simple movie night in Y/n’s room lead to Roman gushing about his heavy feelings for her. Now, Roman knew better than to mess around with younger women.

But Y/n was different to him, and that was cause he was in love with her. Y/n was no better than Roman himself. She flaunted the words ‘age is just a number’ around her hotel room with no second thought. She was just as in love with him.

The pair spent the rest of their night passionately love making with of course no protection. This little game carried on for 2 weeks after, but came to a halt when Y/n noticed slight changes in her body and mood. She often felt nauseous and found herself with her face in the toilet throwing up her guts, or felt herself becoming emotional over the smallest things.

Roman had grown worried and decided to set up a doctors appointment for her. He had insisted he attend to make sure everything was alright. While attending this appointment the pair was informed they were expecting.

The two of them shared worried glances but put on a happy act in front of the doctor to raise no suspicion. The last thing they wanted was the doctor informing anything to the media.

After letting reality sink in they decided to make up a plan so they could keep this little secret to themselves. He provided for Y/n’s every single need during her rocky pregnancy. Made sure she ate the best food, had the best doctors, and overall was happy and stress free.

When their son was born he continued providing for his child that he loved so dearly. But he continued providing for Y/n just as much too. He loved them both. Clothes, food, bills, the main necessities, and every other thing their hearts desired.

Him and Y/n had came to a mutual agreement that they would push their feelings aside for one another for the sake of their son. Sharing a room would be a mess, they both knew it. But they had no choice.

“He’s doing fine, he’s with my mom right now, he misses you..” Roman listened to her words, emotion wavering over him.

“I miss him so much too..you know how bout we FaceTime him together tonight?” he suggested.

They both knew it would make their baby beyond happy to see his mommy and daddy together. They never quite understood the boys obsession with them being together, but it was worth the look of joy that always crossed his cute little face.

It only took a few rings for your mom to pick up the phone. “Zyon, baby look! It’s mommy and daddy!”

You could hear your baby cooing as he crawled over to the phone, his baby hands thumping against the wood floor. “Mama! Dada!” He squealed happily clapping his hands together.

“My baby! I miss you so much” Y/n spoke with a bright smile on her face. Seeing her son always put her in the best mood possible. He was the reason she was happy in life. “Hey buddy! Daddy misses you..”

Zyon grabbed the phone away from his grandma holding it close to his blabbing away, as if they would understand what he was saying.

The small screen of the phone filled with Zyon's small cute face, his eyes wide with unfiltered joy finally seeing his mommy and daddy together once again. His little hands smacked against the device, his babbles were of adorable incoherence. "Mama! Dada!" he repeated, his voice a sweet melody that dug deep into Y/n's heart, instantly melting away the thoughts from the stressful day she went through.

"Oh, my precious boy," Y/n cooed, her eyes glistening with affection. "Mommy misses you so much." Her fingers traced the outline of his face on the screen, a longing ache twisting in her chest. Roman, leaning over her shoulder, mirrored her expression. His hand found hers, squeezing gently, a silent acknowledgment of the shared emotion.

"Hey, champ!" Roman's voice boomed, his usual playful tone softening as he spoke to his son. "Daddy misses you too, buddy. You been a good boy for Grandma?" Zyon responded with stream of gurgles and giggles, nodding his head emphatically as though he fully understood the question. He proceeded to grab the phone from his grandma and bring it closer to his face. His face filled the whole screen as he began to rant, his hand smacking the device as he spoke.

“He’s telling us about his new toy,” Y/n's mom chuckled lightly from the background, “he’s been playing with it all day.” It seemed as though Zyon knew what she was saying and tried to talk over her, babbling even more loudly. Both Roman and Y/n couldn't help but laugh at their son. Seeing his cute little self was more than enough to lift their spirits.

They spent the next fifteen minutes engrossed in Zyon's world. They watched him show off a colorful building block tower he had made, heard him attempt to sing a terribly off-key version of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and the whole time every single moment felt right, in both their hearts. Each giggle, each babble, was a treasure, a reminder of the beautiful creation that bound them together. When it was time for Y/n's mom to put him down for the night, a pang of sadness went through them both.

"Goodnight, my baby," Y/n whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Mommy loves you so, so much."

"Night, buddy," Roman added, his voice equally tender. "Sleep tight, and dream big."

As the call ended, the vibrant image of Zyon faded, replaced by the cold, dark screen. A sudden hush fell over the hotel room. The joyous laughter that had filled the air was replaced by a familiar, underlying tension that needed to be dealt with.

Y/n sighed and leaned back against the plush headboard of the bed, a profound sense of longing washing over her. She glanced at Roman, his expression mirroring her own quiet ache.

"He's growing up so fast," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Roman moved to sit beside her on the bed, their fingers intertwining instinctively. "He is," he agreed, his thumb gently stroking her skin. "Almost two years old. It feels like just yesterday we were nervously staring at the monitor waiting for our little man to make his appearance."

They both fell silent, a comfortable quiet upon them. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, the complex emotions that surrounded their unusual arrangement. Usually Roman would see Zyon once a day every week, with his hectic schedule. He’d stay the night, maybe stay for breakfast and then poof he’s gone, and Y/n stays dealing with Zyon asking for his ‘dada’. Yet at the same time they were bound by their son, holding them together..keeping them strong. Yet, beneath the surface was a longing, a yearning for something more.

"You know," Roman began, his voice low and husky, "I hate this. I hate that we have to pretend, that we can't just be… us." His gaze was intense, his eyes searching hers for a hint of understanding.

Y/n reached up and cupped his face, her touch gentle but sure. "I know, Roman," she whispered, "I hate it too. Every single day."

She knew what he meant. The stolen glances across the room, the hushed conversations when Zyon wasn't around, the constant push and pull of their desires – it was exhausting. They were a family in every sense except the most basic one. They weren’t together. Not fully.

"If it was just the two of us," Roman continued, his voice laced with thick emotion, "things would be so different. We'd be together. Completely."

A small smile curved Y/n's lips. “It’s all I dream about,” she admitted. "I dream about us, Zyon, all in one home. Just a family. No secrets. No hiding. I wish I could experience that."

Roman’s thumb brushed softly against her neck, “I wanna hold you every night, wake up with you in my arms every morning. I want us to experience all of Zyon’s first together, not apart.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She’d dreamt about the same things, wished for the same future. She longed for the normalcy, the simplicity of a life where she could love Roman freely, openly, without the burden of hiding their relationship.

"Do you ever think," Y/n asked, her voice barely a breath, "that maybe... maybe we could change things? Work out an arrangement that allows us to be together, properly?"

Roman's eyes widened, his gaze intense. "Y/n, you don't even have to ask. I have been wanting this since you told me you were pregnant with Zyon. I never stopped loving you, not even for a second."

"It's just… it's scary," Y/n admitted, her voice laced with anxiety. "We'd have to tell everyone, the media, the fans… It could be a mess."

Roman took both of her hands in his. “We could do it together,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere, I love you Y/n. More than I have loved anything in my whole life.” He felt something he had been keeping in for years. He confessed his true feelings for her, not holding back.

"And if everything were to go south, at least we would have each other, our mini us," she said. "We could make it work for Zyon.”

Roman’s face was full of hope, he sat there silent for a moment before speaking again. “It can’t just happen overnight though..it takes time..”

“I know baby, but i’m in for it, if you are” Y/n whispered softly. He looked up at her with a soft smile forming around his plump lips.

“You already know i’m in for it baby..”

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eringobragh420 · 2 months ago

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🖤 Pairing — Roman Reigns x f!Reader x cuck!Cody Rhodes 🖤 Summary — Cody grants your wish. 🖤 Word Count — 2.2k 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Daddy kink, cuckolding, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, cum, dirty talk 18+ 🖤 Taglist — If you’d like to be added, please click here! 🖤 MASTERLIST

“There we go,” Roman touts, tugging on the tie—a tie Cody was wearing around his neck earlier in the night—now heavily knotted and imprisoning Cody’s wrists together behind his back. “Nice and tight.”

“You know, you don’t have to do this,” Cody says, flashing his baby blue eyes up at Roman.

Roman grins, and the pity the Tribal Chief has for Cody is radiating off him in waves, hanging in the ether surrounding them. The Samoan rests a huge hand on Cody’s shoulder. “Oh, sure I do, Nightmare.” And now he’s mocking him. This is exactly what you wanted, except Roman’s humiliation and degradation is supposed to be directed at you, not your boyfriend.

You can’t help the way it raises your temperature, though—Cody’s the Undisputed Champion, a title he took from Roman, and to watch him sit there and allow Roman to treat him this way for you? You’re both turned on and appreciative, never having imagined a situation where your boyfriend would allow you to be dominated by another man.

Roman squats beside Cody, squeezing his shoulder, and Cody’s jaw clenches. “Because when you see the absolute whore I turn your girlfriend into tonight … you’re not gonna like me very much.”

Cody inhales deeply through his nostrils, stoney gaze rising to meet yours. It’s impossible to read his expression—does he want to stop?—so you make the quick and easy choice to continue with Roman, expecting Cody to voice his displeasure if things get out of hand for him. A safe word had been agreed upon when you’d all three sat down to discuss what exactly this night would entail, because while Roman practically giggled at the thought of dominating Cody Rhodes’s girlfriend, he was meticulous in making sure limits and boundaries were well-defined. Your cheeks burned as you’d explained the kind of experience you desired, Roman’s pupils growing and growing until they consumed his beautiful irises, and he’d quickly assented. Cody’s only stipulation? He wanted you to have the time of your life because it’s never gonna fucking happen again, he’d asserted, adding that no mention would ever be made of the night you would spend together, to which you and Roman had acquiesced.

“You’re not wrong,” Cody admits, still glowering at you.

Roman nods slowly, thick lips pursed, and he raises his hand in your direction, curling his long fingers, his attention still focused solely on Cody. You don’t know what Roman has in mind, but you can only guess it’s gonna piss off Cody. Still you stand from the bed, straightening your skirt, and slowly close the space between you and the sexiest men you’ve ever seen in your life. Roman points a finger at the floor, still examining Cody’s reaction closely, and you descend to your knees, equidistant between the Tribal Chief and the American Nightmare. After a moment, Roman rises to his full height, eclipsing you and Cody, and he finally sets his sights on you. His rough fingers glide from your cheek to the back of your head, and you allow your face to be pressed into his crotch. The sweatpants he’s wearing are soft and warm, and you can smell detergent, but most importantly, you can smell Roman. You breathe in his scent, not very quietly, as he rubs your face across his balls and hardening cock.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Roman asks.

You look up at him, wide eyes bright and innocent, and you recall a certain condition Roman had added. “Yes, Daddy.” Cody’s never cared for your daddy kink, or your desire to be used like a whore, but he loves you so much, he’s willing to let you call another man daddy, and he’s willing to let that man have his way with you. Fuck, you love him so much, but Roman Reigns’s solid bulge has your heart right now.

“That’s a sweet girl,” Roman praises, suddenly beaming down at you. “Let’s see what we can do to change all that,” he sneers. He pushes you away—you barely catch yourself from falling completely backward—so he can lower his pants, an impressive piece of weaponry springing free, and you’d be embarrassed by your blatant gaping if you noticed anything other than Roman’s thick dick. He grabs your chin suddenly and pulls, and you’re off-balance again, knees shuffling forward, hand landing on one of Cody’s meaty thighs to stabilize yourself. “Now look at your pussy boyfriend—” Your eyes slide sideways to meet Cody’s, anticipating scorched earth in his gaze, but those once lightning-colored irises are consumed with desire and impatience, and your pussy clenches. “—and open your fuckin’ mouth.”

The velvety, weeping head of Roman’s cock slips past your lips, and you can feel every vein and throb as he continues on until he crashes into the back of your throat. He has no interest in allowing you time to get used to him, nor does he give you a few attempts at swallowing him whole like Cody does, because that’s not what he’s for. He’s here to give you what Cody can’t. Tears spring in your sparkling eyes as you continue watching the American Nightmare as he watches you willfully allow Roman Reigns to assault your throat. Roman’s hand slides under your jaw and along your neck so he can feel the outline of his dick as it pumps in and out, opposite hand cupping the back of your head, and now he’s fucking your face exactly the way you’ve needed it for so long. Your grip tightens on Cody’s solid thigh, and a small groan vibrates your chest when the muscle flexes under your hand.

You lose all sense of time and your surroundings, losing yourself in the filthy, reckless way Roman is using your mouth for his pleasure. Your mouth, chin, and neck are sparkling from the thick coat of slobber and spit and desperation the Tribal Chief has easily pulled from you. Your knees burn and ache, throat throbbing from the repetitive intrusion, until suddenly Roman is gone and you’re empty and abandoned. Already used and nearly depleted, you topple onto Cody’s lap as you struggle to catch your breath. This is the first time you see that, not only did you drool all over yourself, but there’s a noticeable, slick stain on Cody’s pant leg.

“Babe,” Cody starts.

Roman fists his hand in your hair and yanks your head back, exposing your ruined face to the love of your life. “Tell this little bitch this is exactly what you wanted, whore,” he demands.

Your lips pull back from your teeth as your scalp screams. “This is what I wanted,” you breathe. You try not to lay it on too heavy just how badly you’ve wanted this to spare Cody’s feelings.

“Good. Now take your clothes off.”

You know better than to question anything. “Yes, Daddy.” Climbing to your feet, you begin to disrobe in front of and in close proximity to both men. Having two sets of eyes on you at the same time is erotic and a bit nerve-wracking, but you’re eventually nude as the day you were born, unsure of what exactly to do with your hands. Cody’s eyes take a familiar route from the top of your head to your toes and back again. The lump in his pants now promises to bust the zipper. You wonder if maybe you’ll get the opportunity to do this again with such a reaction from your boyfriend.

Roman’s hands slide along your sides, one headed south, the other north, and he presses his now bare, ample chest to your back. Just like when he shoved his cock down your throat, he gives no warning before sinking his fingers inside your folds, bypassing your clit, and then inserting two of those fingers deep within your cunt. You cry out, clutching that sinewy arm. He scissors those fingers, and his free arm has to hold you up when your knees buckle. His dark chuckle is both audible and physical, and he doesn’t hold you steady for very long before his hand is back in your hair and he’s pulling and positioning until you’re chin is on your shoulder and your eyes are locked in the penitentiary that is Roman’s lewd leer. He orders you again to open your mouth, adding that you stick your tongue out, and this time Roman’s eyes meet Cody’s before he spits directly on your displayed tongue.

“Swallow,” he commands, and you eagerly obey. There’s no hiding how bad you want this anymore, especially not with Roman’s deft fingers still working your pussy. But then his fingers are gone, and your disappointment is evident by the whine escaping your throat. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.” Turning, Roman smacks your ass so hard you imagine this is what it feels like when he slaps someone in the ring. Ignoring the urge to massage the tender flesh, you crawl onto the bed, and since there was no direction, you decide to align with the bed, putting your body on display from the side. Taking the initiative, you arch your back and throw your hair to one side before looking at them, smirking at their similar goddamn expressions.

“I’m not sure how Hunter landed on such a pussy for a world champion,” Roman says matter-of-factly, still looking at you. Cody’s eyes are also on you until Roman makes his comment, and then they’re rolling and his brows are arching, and you try not to question why this is turning you on so much. “I mean, you got this fine ass woman that just wants you to treat her like whores are supposed to be treated, and you can’t even get that done. It’s a damn shame, really.” Roman steps forward so he’s standing beside Cody, stroking his cock that’s still coated in your slobber, and Cody squirms, averting his gaze to anywhere else. “But don’t you worry, Nightmare. I’ma take real good care of your woman.” A nanosecond passes, and Roman snorts and bursts into giggles. “I’m just fuckin’ with you.” The hilarity is gone instantly, replaced with a feral beast, a predator, and you are his prey. “I’ma make sure this bitch can’t walk for at least a month.”

Your heart hammers against its cage as Roman stalks you. His hands snatch your hips and jerk you and the blankets down to the foot of the bed, and then he presses his hand to your lower back, and it takes you a moment to figure out what he wants. You slide your knees further apart, sinking lower, shaping your ass, and Roman smacks each cheek, watching your skin ripple.

“Acknowledge me, whore,” he growls, rubbing the head of his cock along your dripping slit.

“I acknowledge you, my Tribal Chief,” you reply breathlessly, adding, “I acknowledge you, Daddy,” unsure of which response he’s looking for.

“More. Look at that pitiful little boy and give me more.”

Casting your hooded eyes in Cody’s direction, you bite your bottom lip. Cody’s cheeks are firetruck red, his biceps are flexed, swelling his veins, and it’s honestly a toss-up over whether or not he’s incredibly turned on or immeasurably furious. You can’t bring yourself to care. Not now. “Please fuck me, Daddy,” you sigh, “fuck me like the whore I am.” A hard slap to your ass, jarring your body, and you squeal. “Fuck me like he can’t, Daddy. Please?” You’re shrill now, embarrassing yourself.

Roman impales you on his rigid dick, and you collapse to your face as your tight cunt struggles to accommodate his size. Hand in your hair, he yanks, bowing your back further than you thought possible, and he begins a steady, mildly painful rhythm, but fuck, this is exactly what you needed. A man to fuck you without regard for your pleasure, to use you to his heart’s desire and essentially throw you away when he’s finished. You’re not about to delve into the reasons you’re wet as hell from all the insults thrown Cody’s way, but it’s doing something to you, and that slick is now sliding down your thighs in tiny tributaries.

“You know what else whores like?” Roman asks. His fingers bury themselves in your folds, and you cry out in both pleasure and surprise, but they don’t stay long, and his reasoning for doing it in the first place is instantly revealed. He circles a wet finger around your asshole, and a growl emanates from deep in your chest. Roman laughs. “Told you. If this bitch could have three Tribal Chief cocks inside her at the same time, she would, wouldn’t you, bitch?”

“Fuck yes, my Tribal Chief. I wish you could use all my holes.”

Roman dips his thumb inside your ass, and your orgasm tears through you like a bull in a china shop, both holes clenching around Roman. “Fuck, that’s it, slut. Milk my fuckin’ cock.” He pounds into you for several moments, pumping his thumb in and out at a different pace, and soon he’s roaring like the king of the fucking jungle. He pulls out without warning, and you feel the hot ropes of cum as they land all over your ass, back, and you think it might’ve even hit your hair. “Fuck,” he sighs sensationally. “Made a mess on your woman.” Slowly folding into a more comfortable position, you look over your shoulder as Roman tucks himself away and picks his shirt up from the floor. “Make yourself useful and clean that up for me, would ya?” he says to Cody, ruffling his hair. “Thanks, champ.”