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[555sage]

fall, for me

pairing: roman reigns x black reader

warnings: its smut written at two am, i was listening to pink floyd and was feeling a yearning vibe, sometimes you just want someone to be obsessed with you and vice versa yknow?

word count: 1k

could it be that you were falling, this fast slipping separation, where the earth moves, your feet staggering, the ground cleaving till the drop takes you. and the air here pulls from the lungs, draws up quick and terrible. the heat of your skin building till the fire from the friction of the air leaves you to burn. no, falling is easier than this, falling is simple, falling is old theory come to life. gravity and mass and so on and so forth. but this thing, this sweet aching in your chest, that which you cannot see, but feel all the same, is something else entirely, and to say that you were falling for him... 

that you were crashing with abandon for him...

breathless and hot and desperate...

his tongue tasted like everything, well like you and nothing much else really, but the feel of him, the slip of it through your lips, wet and lingering, controlling. it was everything. like when the sun breaks from off the horizon, a slow, sure, rise, burning into that rolling in of the dawn a warming sort of majesty. and your fingers, slipping through his hair till they took to the roots, pain turned pleasure pulsing in his skin as you pulled and formed to him. roughing into him things already understood, that did not have to be explained with great words and phrasings. he could simply feel the scorching in your skin, and know that you were his. that the clinging to him was not in vain. 

but you'll say it anyways. speak softly in your delirium. as his hips make no rush to slip into yours, but steady and exacting all the same. cock hard and heavy as it takes to the softness of you. your mouth parting from his, hesitantly so, growing small beneath him, beneath the weight of the ache in your chest.  

"would it be too much to-", your lips chasing the curve of his, each breath wanting and scared and needy. "to much to say that i-..."

but then the air about your words breaks, flattening to nothing as his hips dig in, taking purchase deeper. and you pull to take him, wet and hot and ill-controlled, moaning desperate and mindless. 

"say what?" 

and your nails nearly split into his back, hissing in time with your own pleasures and your pains, thighs burning as they spread wide, the muscles pulling, tired but working still to please the build of him. and you try, even in your failures to speak, to muster feelings into words, for an expression, even if broken, to say the burdening things he already knows. but everything falters, shatters to bits as you tremble beneath him, whimpering pretty nonsense. pleasepleaseplease, before the inevitable gratitude, thankyouthankyouthankyou, light like a feather, so good and so reverential and so needy. so weak and willing. 

"say it", he urges. feens to feel the slight of the words beneath his skin. like a cutting into the veins. a rushing in his blood. as you pulse and shake and curse. 

"'m a little...", a gasp and then a beat. gathering slowly the words despite the rocking in his hips. the way his hard body grinds and slips at your soft tender skin, at the swollen throb of your clit. and he can taste you still on his tongue, feel the slow sweet drip of arousal, patient in the way it'd met him, as if he'd been graced with something both beautiful and rare, only meant for the one worthy enough to receive it. and he'd taken it well, pushed his tongue in wet till he couldn't anymore, his face buried as he sought hard to please you. lips suckling till they released, teeth hissing, appetite greedy. sofuckingpretty, he'd moaned, rushed, lavishing your slit, his thumb caressing the wet pearl of your clit again, dazed in his own amazements. and the memory forced him to take you harder, to maybe abandon his methods, his steadiness, his temperament. maybe he'd just break you, knock you loose to form you back together again. maybe he'd- "...'m a little obsessed with you", you laugh amidst a moan. amidst the wet stroke he takes to your pussy. "...i think". 

"you think?", like mocking. his lips curving amused. it seemed to be a challenge, a call to action. but he would settle it ruthlessly, so that there was neither doubt nor hesitation. he would make up your mind, if you, amidst the delirium, could not yourself. "just a little bit?"

"...Mhmm...", feeling the twist and the burden of the ache. the slow to subside burning that only leads to some unrestrained bliss. "...fuck...maybe-maybe a lot", your body shivering as he shifts, thick fingers pushing into the bend of your knees to fold you in half, his own knees screwing into the bed as your lower lips spread further, splitting wet and messy to stretch perfect for him. and here, vulnerable to him like this, he takes you to the hilt with less consideration. 

"it ain't no maybes for me sweetheart", his hips rutting as he goes about fucking you with the deftness of a brute. his tongue pulling to lick over his lips quick as his eyes bare down on the beauty of you, fingers combing against the fall of his hair, his chest rising and falling with every breath, damp and red with heat, with lust and the purity of other things. and he grunts, rushes to chase the soft pull of you, pussy a soaked mess as it disgraces the sheets, tight and greedy as it works to keep him close. throbbing crazily to feel the fullness of him till it seemed impossible. 

and of course sooner or later, you'd have him at his knees, again, whether literal or metaphorical it did not matter, but if need be, he'd be the proof, of old theory's come to life. of mass and of gravity. he'd allow again, over and over like he does now, that fast slipping separation, where the earth moves from beneath his feet. he'd fall for you. 

"i can't live without you". 

[555sage]

Rough sex with Joe?

😮‍💨😮‍💨 this is my shit fr.

don’t even play oml. it definitely would take a lot for him to get rough with you. something like a bad practice, a hard loss, or you had to REALLY piss him off 😭 i feel like he’s the type of person to make you take it from behind while he has this death grip on your hair.

if it’s a bad practice it a hard loss like i said, i feel like he’s just taking his frustration out on your body. it would be missionary, and he’s making sure you’re in PLACE the way his hands are practically supergluing you down to the bed, making sure you don’t move and u def got bruises the next day lmao. he’s not even really saying much, just small grubts and groans. “fuck, yea.” while he throws his head back.

but say you did something to piss him off ?? yea u in for it 😭. he has a high tolerance level of just letting things go, but if he’s that mad he has to fuck you trust it won’t be soft. i think you’d guys be in doggy while one hand has a death grip on your hair and the other hand is squeezing your hip. he’s moving realll fast and he’s making sure you take it, even if it hurts.

you’re a straight mess. you can barely even get the moans out of you properly, and it eventually just gets you silent for the most part with your mouth shaped like ‘o’. the more you try to squirm, the harder the grips he has on you gets.

he’ll lean down to your ear “don’t run from it. take it.” then eventually pushing you down so you’re laying flat and he’s on top of you, arms next to either side of your head. “was a pounding all you needed to get your shit straight, really?”

you can’t even talk either, you’re just taking it, moaning and crying because that’s all u can actually do the way he’s hitting it that spongy spot inside.

“i bet you won’t pull that shit again? huh baby?” you attempt to shake your head no, but it feels like your cheek is stuck to the bed.

right before he cums, he’d sit back on his knees and give your ass a firm tap, “all i know is that if you do, you’ll be getting a lot worse than this. i shouldn’t even be going this easy on you.” he tsks then fills you up.

[555sage]

all to me moodboard ✨

Roman Reigns x Golden (Fem!Chubby!Black!OC) ✨

Summary

Seven years is a long time to love someone the wrong way—and Golden isn't certain Roman will ever learn the right way. Yet he's diligent in righting his wrongs and giving her his all if she'll give her all to him...

All To Me Chapters

One — Golden knows better than to stay entangled with Roman…but he makes it too good to leave.

Two — Roman knows his relationship with Golden is deeper than an entanglement. He just has to convince her.

Three — Golden knows what it's like to play the fool for Roman…but with the roles now reversed, he's not playing about her.

Four — Roman is ready to give his all to Golden if she's ready to answer one simple question.

Five (Final) — Coming 1/19.

Moodboard Playlist

Giveon — "All To Me"

RealestK — "SWM"

Lucky Daye — "Misunderstood"

Brent Faiyaz — "Poison"

MOSSS — "IDK"

Sabrina Claudio — "Stand Still"

H.E.R. ft. Bryson Tiller — "Could've Been"

Snoh Aalegra — "You"

Thank you for reading. 💜

Check out my other Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

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[555sage]

All To Me: Chapter Four

Roman is ready to give his all to Golden if she's ready to answer one simple question...

Roman Reigns x Golden (Chubby!Black!OC) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, drama, aggression (her to him), smut | 2,948 words

Happy reading! Read Chapters One, Two, and Three, or my other Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

Joe's voice could barely be heard over the pounding rain behind him as he stood on her porch, soaked and sad that he even had to beg to be let inside her home. It wasn't the first time, but he hoped it would be the last.

"Golden, baby. Please."

He knew she was upset with him, or at least weary of him since she had been ignoring his calls for two weeks. He hadn't seen her in just as long, and while he didn't want to piss her off by showing up out of the blue, he couldn't avoid the pull that kept tugging him in her direction. It's what yanked him out of his bed and led him here tonight.

It was Golden's heartstrings that caused that persistent pull. Been that way for years. Joe knew his heartstrings were tied in knots for this beautiful woman standing before him, looking up at him with bewildered, deep brown eyes. And he wanted nothing more than to soothe the troubled thoughts he knew lingered behind them.

"Joe, I can't believe this..." Her soft voice trailed off as she crossed her arms over her chest and blinked at him. He didn't detect any anger in her tone and he was thankful for that. He shifted his weight onto his left foot and stuffed his big hands into the single pocket of his hoodie as he tried to match her tone.

"I'm sorry to pop up like this. But I ain't seen or heard from you in a while. I was gettin' worr—" Joe started but a crack of thunder cut him off. His eyes widened with a silent plea to step inside. It took Golden an extra second to take a step back with a defeated huff and let him through the doorway.

She stood awkwardly to his left as she snatched a pink mug from her glass key table and clutched it to her bosom like it helped her stay sane in his presence. Paired with that bewildered look still plastered on her pretty face, Joe felt his heart sink to his stomach. It made him ponder if he truly was such a burden to her...as well as made him yearn for one last chance to lighten the air and finally unfurl the storm clouds that muddled their relationship.

"Thank you...and sorry for gettin' your floor wet," he said with a glance down at his black Nikes in a tiny puddle on her tile. He then peeked at her mug again and knew right away it was either hot chocolate or coffee, her favorites, but noticed no steam rose from it. "Can I warm that up for you?" He pointed his finger at it. "I'd like to use your kitchen, anyway, to grab some paper towels. If that's okay."

Golden nodded once and he warily wrapped his hand around her mug. She flinched a little from his touch but let him take it before she quickly disappeared into her den. Joe let out a slight huff of his own as he shuffled into her kitchen to reheat her hot chocolate in her microwave and retrace his steps with paper towels to clean up his sodden mess. He couldn't shake feeling hurt by her bristled demeanor as it made him feel like a stranger in her home where he used to keep his clothes and lay his head some nights.

However, if Golden was reluctant to talk to him, she wouldn't have let him in. He kept that in the forefront of his mind as he handed her back her mug, took a seat on her sofa, and thought of the words to say to convince her that she had no reason to keep running away from him...especially since he had every reason to run after her.

It was one of those reasons that even though she quietly sat three feet away from him on her sofa, he could still feel her pull, warm and supple, still enticing and inviting him in whenever their eyes met.

Golden was deeply in love with him. And Joe needed to figure out how to persuade her that he, too, was deeply in love with her. 

He hunched over in deeper reflection, his eyes on her floor and his knees spread far apart as he rested his elbows on them with his chin on his knuckles before he uttered, "I imagine you've given more thought to us...and that's why you ain't hit me up."

He then took a glimpse at her to tentatively add, "Was that your way of tellin' me you're done with me?"

She took her time to sip on her hot chocolate as if it calmed her nerves. He was doing his best to keep his voice even and not let his nerves slip into it when it tore him up inside that she seemed to be slipping away from him.

"You can be honest, Golden," Joe muttered. "I know I gave you a lot of grief in the past...but I still see a future for us. You really don't see it?"

"I want to see it. But I still feel that grief like you did it to me yesterday. I see it every time I look at your daughter. That's what makes our future impossible."

Her face was so smooth, as was her voice. Yet as Joe's drenched hoodie began to nip at his skin with a biting cold, he felt it from her words, also. He snatched the hoodie off and ran his hands over his slightly damp, black tee shirt, needing a moment to collect himself and speak without her hearing how she shook him.

"I'm so sorry for everything I put you through. But I feel like I've been sayin' sorry and tryna make it up to you for five years straight," he mumbled through his jumbled thoughts, his fingers itching for something to fiddle with besides the small, velvet box he hid in his left sweatpants pocket. It would have to remain hidden for now as he tried not to chide Golden. "I'm not gon' act like it probably won't take me five more years to get back on your good side. But you gotta be fair. Ka'Mayah is a part of me. And so are you, baby...I love you."

"I'm not your baby, Joe. You gotta baby to take care of and I don't need you to take care of me. Or waste any more time trying to make things right." 

The way Golden disregarded his sentiment as her eyes glossed over with solemnity haunted Joe. It was as if she peered not through him but beyond him like she was truly done with him. It dawned on him then that she was when she sat her mug on her coffee table and rose from her sofa in an effort for him to follow her to the door. 

Though he couldn't move if he wanted to, his limbs suddenly heavy with despair seeping into his muscles like poison. And he didn't want to, not if this was how she planned to end it: Abruptly, painfully, and staining his heart black. He stared up at her in disbelief and before he knew it, his pain addressed her before he could shut his damn mouth.

"So, it's like that? Couple weeks apart and you ready to throw seven years away? Five of which I was your man when your other man couldn't make you happy. Five of which you strung me along knowin' how I feel 'bout you," Joe spat in a wavered tone, waving his hand that quivered a bit in the air. 

He heard his hypocrisy, and he knew Golden could, as well, from how her arched eyebrows wildly knitted together, but he couldn't stop himself. He believed his pain mattered, too, and, like hers, it had a valve he worked to keep latched until her words smashed it open.

Yet he heard Golden's valve erupt at the same time, louder than the thunder outside, when she clapped her hands in his face and retorted, "Are you serious? You're talking to me like this ain't all your fault in the first place. I don't want to fucking hear it, Joe. Get up and get out of my house."

"Pssh, wow." He hoisted himself and loomed over her, his appalled eyes fixed on her apathetic ones before they fell to her chest he noticed fluttered with her hitched breaths. She noticed it, too, and folded her arms over it with a frustrated sigh to steady herself.

Joe knew her well enough to know she was indeed angry...but not angry enough to kick him out. Golden was little but strong and could wrestle him to the door if she wanted. Instead, they were wayward together with raw emotion flooding over and all around them. Raw emotion Joe knew he had to settle if he didn't want this to be the last time he ever saw her.

"Just tell me this and I'll go..." he said in a hushed tone. "Tell me you don't love me. Tell me you've fallen out of love with me."

She pursed her lips to tell him a lie but then she sucked her teeth. "Joe, get out of my house," Golden repeated under her breath and grabbed him by his forearm to haul him out of her den. Joe grabbed her hand, too, to hold to his chest where his heart pounded for her, noting the fight that left her eyes when she felt his gentle touch.

"Golden, please..." He softly squeezed her hand as he beseeched her. "'I love you with my whole heart. Let me prove it to you. Let me be the man you need."

He expected a rebuttal but he didn't expect her to slap him. The fight he thought he had melted away stung his cheek as she tried to jerk away from him.

"You don't fucking love me, Joe. Because when I wanted you to be my man and I fucking poured my heart out to you, what did you do? What did you do?! Now let me go!"

Golden struck him again and he took it, knowing that while he loathed it, he earned it, knowing he pushed her to it. But he didn't let her go. Rather he let her get it out of her system, his heart aching as much as his cheek and chest each time she hit him and broke into tears that streamed down her cheeks.

And each time he hit her back with the mere words, "I love you."

He would be tireless in his quest to love her as he knew she was the love of his life, and that fact seemed to wear her down as she raised her hand once more but suddenly dropped it and wept, "Then why did you hurt me?"

Joe secured her in his arms and felt her shudder against him with her sobs that threatened tears to well in his eyes, too. But he held himself together as he held her tight and declared in a low tone, "I was stupid. I didn't appreciate you when I should have...and all I want is to appreciate and love you the right way. Right now."

He kept his arm on Golden's waist and cupped her chin to tilt her wet face to look at him, praying that she could see the truth, the fucking desperation, in his gaze before he dipped his head down to press his lips to hers. His kiss was cautious, tasting her hurt, her doubt on his tongue—hurt he wanted to heal and doubt he needed to replace with confidence that he was capable of loving her in every way she deserved.

"Let me love you, sweetheart...please," Joe breathed between his kisses that made her sniffle. She didn't kiss him back but she didn't pull away from him, either, so he picked her up, her sniffle shifting to a little gasp as he threw her legs around his hips and carried her to her staircase, down her hall, and through her bedroom door. It was dark and he didn't feel it as urgent to flip the switch on her wall as it was to make love to her, the pale light from downstairs spilling across her bed where he lay her down.

True to her name, Golden's cocoa-brown and thick thighs were luminous even in the shadows as he kneeled between them. They were soft, too, as his hands caressed along them to take off her pajama shorts, his lips not far behind to kiss everywhere he touched. "I love you, Golden..." Joe whispered to her humid essence that he couldn't wait to devour, his gaze already devouring the sight of her propped up on her elbows with her gorgeous face on him.

Even though it was twisted into a scowl, he was determined to pacify it, whispering, "You're my everything," before he planted a long kiss on her essence. A faint moan escaped him to feel her velvety folds surround his tongue when he parted them. He heard her moan, too, as he slowly lapped at her, letting the airy sound guide him to her clit that he carefully traced with the letters of her beautiful name until she fell onto her back and cried out.

Her hands reached for him, her fingers messily digging into the hair he had slicked back into a bun, and he dug his fingers into her hips, his mouth suckling on and his fingertips teasing into the sweet nectar he coaxed from her with more of her moans that he replied to with more, "I love you, baby."

"I fucking hate you," Golden groaned to the ceiling but he felt her thighs beginning to shake around his head. 

"Tell me to stop then, baby..." Joe paused long enough to groan back but filled the silence with another drag of his licks over her clit, another thrust of his fingertips along her g-spot, to fill his ears with her lovely noise. 

He had never seen her like this before, so combative with her words yet so docile in his hands. It would have concerned him only if Golden shoved him back, yet her fingers remained buried in his hair, plucking it loose from his bun as she bucked her hips, letting his hair cascade over her lap, and shielding him from her bogus barrage of "I hate you." It only ceased as he made her shout instead with each throb of her dripping essence that he caught and catered to with attentive flicks of his tongue.

Yet she was still vexed, he could see it on her face that contorted from a scowl to a pout on her plump lips even as her body trembled around his thick fingers...which meant he wasn't finished yet. 

Joe delicately slipped his fingers out to lick along with his glossy lips and wiped his glistening beard with the bottom of his shirt before he pulled it off altogether, as well as hers, and stepped out of his sweatpants. He watched her glare fall to his length that hung hard between his muscular thighs, certain he saw a glimmer of the woman he knew loved him just as much as he loved her...but then she quickly flitted her eyes away when he slid his hands up her body until he cradled her face to meet his gaze.

"Do you want me to stop, baby?" Joe asked her softly as he nestled himself on top of her, searching her brown eyes for approval to let him love her as thoroughly as he could. 

"...Yes." It took a moment for Golden to muster up the word but it took him less than a second to ease off her. She scooted further up her bed to tuck her legs underneath herself as he stood there feeling more naked and vulnerable than he ever had in his entire life. It made her next words form a knife that stabbed his bare chest and pierced his blackened heart as she whispered, "You always try to 'fix' shit with your dick...it's not going to work this time."

"I...but we talked and—"

"And you ignored what I said thinking you could change my mind. I told you...you can't make this right. You need to go." Golden had that faraway look in her eyes again like she couldn't see him or his despair. It wrenched the knife in his heart and he winced.

"You also said you hate me and you and I both know that shit ain't true," Joe spoke despondently but he still couldn't move with that poison seeping into his blood again from his heart, from her. 

"Yeah...but look where loving you has got me. Please, Joe...don't make this more difficult than it needs to be. Just go."

The heavy rain that hurled against her bedroom window came with a flash of lightning and a boom of rolling thunder he could feel beneath his feet. It sounded like the world was ending outside as Joe listened to his world tell him that this was the end. 

He didn't want to do what she accused him of and neglect her words...but as he pulled back on his sweatpants, the little box in his pocket compelled him to retrieve it and murmur the words he realized he would never have a second chance to say than right here tonight.

Her lips fell open but nothing came out when Joe revealed the dainty yet elegant diamond-encrusted gold ring cushioned in the red silk padding.

"Lovin' you is all I'm meant to do, Golden. Will you marry me?"

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[555sage]

All To Me: Chapter Three

Golden knows what it's like to play the fool for Roman...but with the roles now reversed, he's not playing about her.

Roman Reigns x Golden (Chubby!Black!OC) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, drama, mention of abortion, smut | 4,335 words

Happy reading! Read Chapters One and Two, or my other Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

Watching the gray clouds hang in the sky as a late afternoon shower threatened to roll through made Golden feel seen in a way. She sat at her cluttered desk in her office at the lux realtor agency she worked at, her eyes out the window instead of on her computer. 

She, too, felt clouds looming over her after leaving Joe's house yesterday, his gentle kisses and strong arms trying to trap her in his love not giving her the comfort she wanted. And that was because she knew there was a thunderstorm brewing between them.

If she was honest with herself, that downpour had been ongoing for years, heavy with emotions she hadn't taken the time to properly sit with and sort through. Sometimes she wished she could wash them away altogether, but she knew that was impossible. She had tried before...and her heart still longed for Joe. 

Golden hated that feeling, hated that he was right about her. She was wrong to use him as her solace when her ex-boyfriend became her anguish. She was wrong to deny her feelings for Joe, even when he could see them filling her eyes the same way he did her tears—tears that he would often wipe away with promises that he wouldn't hurt her the way her ex always did.

Yet what he kept ignoring was the fact that he was the first one to hurt her and cause this flood of chaos.

Seven years ago...

"Cheers to you being a homeowner. About damn time," Golden declared with a little smirk as she handed Joe the keys to his brand-new home. He sat across from her in her office, his arm outstretched and his big hand under hers as she dropped the keys in his palm. He clasped it along with her hand, pulling a surprised gasp out of her. His brown eyes held hers as they crinkled with his own beautiful smirk and made her blush, but thankfully it was hidden behind her cocoa skin. 

"You ain't gotta roast me. But for real, I know I was picky and I appreciate your patience," Joe replied in a teasing tone, as well as his hand teasingly shaking hers and making her giggle before he let it go. He reclined in the leather chair, slipped the keys into his sweatpants pocket, and put his elbows on the armrest to lace his fingers together before he added with his tone dropping an octave, "I appreciate you. I want to thank you properly."

Golden's eyes widened behind her round, gold wire frame reading glasses, his words not so much shocking as it was to finally hear them aloud. She felt for nearly six months his flirty buzz stinging her with little thrills whenever he glanced at her with his handsome smile as she gave him walkthroughs of each potential home; whenever he held every door open for her or placed his hand on her lower back when they climbed up and down stairs; and whenever he just had to give her a hello and goodbye hug each time they met at a new location. 

Not to mention those late-night text messages he'd send her of how he'd want to decorate and use specific rooms of his dream home. He was never explicit, but Golden could read between the lines of him sending her photos of how big he wanted his master bedroom to be because he "would need the extra space for more than his king bed."

"Thank me how?" Golden asked softly, her fingers fidgeting with the cuffs of her plaid blazer. The way Joe licked his full lips before he spoke with that beautiful smirk still on his face made her heart do a flip.

"I would love to take you out on a date. I've been waitin' to ask 'cause I didn't know if you'd want to date your client," Joe said, slowly running his long, thick pointer finger along his knuckle. However, she could tell he wasn't fidgety like her, and that he was carefully watching her reaction. Like he knew from how she bit her lip for a second that she was thinking about how his fingers would feel if they wrapped around her throat...or gripped her thigh...or slipped inside her.

"A date, huh? Yeah, I guess you're not my client anymore...so when are you taking me out?" she said coyly. That "when" turned out to be that very night as she realized Joe had been planning this for longer than he'd let on. He picked her up from her home in a sleek, black limo, looking even sleeker in his crisp, navy suit that hardly hid his muscles beneath it. She was dressed for the occasion at his behest, too, her plump curves wrapped in her champagne dress that made her short legs look long and taut in her strappy, matching heels.

Golden was taken aback by the lavish bar lounge where they toasted to his new home and their first non-work date with posh cocktails, then followed it up with dinner at an elegant Southern restaurant, the crystal chandeliers adding a twinkle to their eyes as they gazed at each other, ate delicious, upscale soul food, and sipped on champagne the same color as her dress. She felt so light yet bubbly in Joe's comfortable and adoring company that it didn't surprise her when her dress ended up on the marble floor of his home, her body spread on his island kitchen counter as he spread her thighs to make room for his warm, hulky one with his fingers tangled in her afro curls as he kissed her.

"You can take it, sweetheart...take me," Joe groaned against her lips as Golden whined to him that his big, thick dick was too big as he gingerly thrust with concentrated strokes to nudge every sweet spot within her. She had never been wined, dined, and fucked like this so smoothly, yet she could feel it wasn't for his ego. Not when his hungry kisses smudged her lips with encouragement to let herself go and feel good. Not when his greedy strokes were calculated to keep going until she came with trembling swells of heated pleasure.

"Such a good girl. Mmm...you did so good. You feel so good. I knew you would...can you cum for me again?"

Golden could barely nod, already feeling like she was on cloud nine, but Joe kept going still, on a mission to make her see heaven open up in the night through the skylight in his ceiling. Her moans rose just as high from his hips that tapped hers faster and faster to make her moan louder; his fingers met her throat to make her bite her lip harder; and his deep voice caressed her calf that he held to his lips to lick, nibble, and kiss as he professed in husky moans, "I can't stop 'til you cum on this dick two more times, beautiful. I don't care if it takes all night..."

She learned that he meant it, too. Each time they hooked up after that mesmerizing and exhausting evening, Joe took his time exploring new ways to make her lose her mind for him. Whether it was that time he bent her over the balcony of his backyard patio, his hands palming her round, juicy ass as he buried his face in her pussy that was juicier on his tongue; or that time he pinned her to his shower wall, holding her up like she weighed nothing as he grinded up into her until she drenched him like the water on their skin, Golden felt spoiled...cherished even.

And that feeling frightened her. 

After a year and a half of Joe dicking her down and loving her up with sweet nothings in her ear, she cherished him, too...but he wasn't her man. Golden didn't think she wanted him to be because she was content with their sexy situationship until she was not. The realization crept up on her on a night when his usual departure abruptly tore a hole in her heart as she lay alone in her bed. 

She was in love with him. Felt it as painfully clear as his absence each time he made what felt like love to her but left her. Nonetheless, Golden never told him her true feelings because she had a feeling he didn't return them. If he did, he would have asked her to be his. The thought ran through her head enough times that it ultimately ran out of her mouth as he got dressed at midnight to head out.

"Joe, do you want to be with me?" she blurted. He stuffed his long feet into his black and white Nikes and stared at her as if her question confused him. "Like...do you want to be in a relationship?" she added quietly.

Joe's eyes fell to the floor as she observed him try to think of an excuse. She felt it coming before he said, "I love bein' with you. But I don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment right now."

Golden let out a sigh and tugged her comforter higher on her bare body, pinching at the silk fabric to try and ease her nerves that began to flare. "I want to understand that. I really do. But we've been doing this for a long time. Unless you're fucking other women without condoms, too, we're kinda already committed."

"I'm not," Joe interjected quickly. Almost too quickly. He took a seat on her bed by her feet under the covers, massaging them in his large hands and leaning over to kiss her toes as he looked at her with big, sappy puppy eyes. "You're the only woman I'm with and the only woman I want. I just...you know I work a lot. My schedule isn't exactly flexible right now. I just don't want to be on the road more than I am with you."

"That sounds like a problem we can work around...if you want to make it work," Golden pressed him, hoping he couldn't hear the crack in her voice from her heart fracturing from his "reason." She was in love with the man but she didn't want to be a fool for him. She didn't know if he was telling the whole truth, but all she needed was the truth about how he felt for her...

"I care 'bout you, baby. I care 'bout you with all my heart. And that's why I'm not gonna make you a promise I can't keep."

That broke her heart in half. She snatched her feet away from his gentle touch that tried to soothe her as it made her a bit nauseous now. Golden knew Joe had a commitment issue because of how long it took for him to choose a damn home. Yet how he committed himself to giving her the best sex of her life tricked her into thinking he would eventually give her his heart, as well.

Joe's pretty features were twisted into a frown from her recoiling from him, but his face completely crumpled when she waited for a few beats, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "If that's how you feel...then maybe we shouldn't do this at all."

"Golden, I—"

"Nah, I'm serious, Joe. It's fine. You don't want a girlfriend and I don't want a man I can't have." She slipped out of her bed to grab a satin robe from her closet to wrap herself in, and Joe slipped up behind her to wrap his arms around her but she pushed him in his burly chest. She didn't use the brute force she could have from the hurt slow-bleeding from her heart starting to sizzle into anger. But it was a warning to back up from her. 

Golden refrained from smacking that betrayed expression off his face as she stomped out of her bedroom with him following her like a lost dog, whining for her to listen to him and his same "reasons" that didn't make sense to her if he cared about her so much. She ignored them all as they ended up at her front door. 

"You don't have to tell me another excuse. You can just go like you planned on doing, anyway," Golden hissed and yanked the door open for him. 

When Joe didn't budge, she shoved him as hard as she could so he stumbled to the other side of it for her to slam shut in his face. Golden stood and listened silently to his knocking and pleading that it didn't have to be this way, the frustrated tears she refused to let him see rolling down her cheeks. They dripped onto her chest that heaved when after several minutes, she heard him accept defeat and rev up his car that sped far away from her home.

She was sure he would stay away from her for good as when the month ended, so did his calls and text messages. She wasn't answering them, anyhow, but it still hurt Golden to believe that it was over...especially when she still loved him. 

When another month passed without Joe hitting her line or her love waning even a little, Golden began to feel like she had made a terrible mistake. Now it was her hitting his line in hopes that he'd meet with her for dinner so they could talk and perhaps rekindle what she believed she foolishly threw away.

Joe's response was faster than she expected, her heart thrumming to see her phone light up with his text that read: "Just tell me when and where and I'll be there."

The starry, summer night was humid, giving Golden's already luminous skin a soft glow as she sat across from Joe at the dining table of a rooftop tapas restaurant. But she couldn't deny her glow also came from his handsome eyes that studied her like she was more beautiful than he remembered.

He said as much when he licked his lips and asserted, "You look gorgeous tonight, Golden. You always do, but somethin' 'bout you is glowin'."

"Just happy to see you, I guess," she admitted, her eyes shyly flitting down to her hands cupped in her lap of her silk, black dress. Her words made a tiny grin touch his lips.

"I'm happy to see you, too. Happy you messaged me...I missed you." Joe leaned his elbows onto the table, his gaze on her insisting she meet it. She peeked up at him still grinning and her cheeks burned with the same bashful blush he couldn't see when he first flirted with her over a year ago.

She missed him, too, ready to shove her pride aside and let him back in. It was too surreal to be at odds with the man she desired—the man she knew desired her, but let his fears keep him from being with her the way she believed they both craved.

It was obvious in his demeanor. Usually cool and collected but tonight...Joe was warmer and glowing like he said of her. His energy lit up the space between them, grazing her like vibrant rays of the sun. His chuckle was hearty, filling her heart with effervescent joy. His eyes, Golden could no longer look away from their smoldering gleam—and neither could he as he drank all of her in...her eyes, her words, her laughs, and her entire essence.

His superpower had always been just that: Consuming her with his passion and attention to make Golden feel like the only woman in the world to him.

It was why she planned to ask him one last time why she wasn't his woman. She never chased a man in her life but her heart was after Joe whether she liked it or not. As they stood on the curb to say good night, she fixed her lips to form the question before he pulled her into a hug that made her mind go blank. 

Golden could only think of how she wanted to be consumed anew by his warmth, his scent. She buried her nose in his red dress shirt to breathe in more of his heady cologne that she missed clinging to her skin...and her sheets. She glanced up at him, tempted to kiss his lips as they tugged into a sultry smirk when Joe glanced down at her.

She watched his deep brown eyes glint with what felt like gravity compelling him to gaze deeper into her eyes as he held her close with his arms draped on her waist, revealing in a hushed breath, "I don't think I'm ready to let you go yet, sweetheart." 

"Then don't," Golden whispered. She reached for his face to bring to hers for that kiss to consume her senses as she knew it would.

Slow and hypnotizing, she became fuzzy with the nostalgia of the supple corners of his mouth, the soothing demand of his smooth lips, and the familiar taste of his tongue. She heard herself quietly moan on it, prompting him to sigh on hers and grasp her hips in his hands as he held her tighter.

They were in a trance, one they couldn't break or wait to get behind closed doors and delve into deeper. Instead, they fell into each other with abandon as they fell onto the dewy grass of a nearby, empty park, hidden by the shadows of a large weeping willow tree as Joe hid his mouth under her dress. 

It was a challenge for Golden to stay cognizant as his tongue cast a spell on her with flicks and swirls on her sweetest spot. She did her best to hide him in her mouth with her magic, her delicate grip twisting around the rest of him. She adored how it made him twitch and moan to her as she moaned to him. 

With another moan and hum, she gave in to the luscious heat cascading over her from his charm. He hummed back and squeezed her big hips in his hands, encouraging her to sit upright and grind on his face until the stars in the sky appeared blurry to her. Joe's enchanting face floated into her view as he gently put her on her back with even gentler kisses and love bites on her neck and shoulders, his hand loving on the voluptuous swells of her breasts, her belly, and her thighs that he pushed apart.

He lay at Golden's side with his captivating touch gliding between her wet, warm folds, teasing her little hole with the soft pad of his middle fingertips to make her sob and drip with a sticky string when he pulled his glistening fingers away. Joe slid them onto his tongue before he growled to her, "God. I missed how you taste...love how wet you get for me, baby."

It took everything in her not to say she loved him as he enthralled her with the sight of his bare, tatted muscles beneath her as she straddled his bulky body; with the sound of his groans as she bounced on his dick soaking and squelching in her gushy pussy; and with the feel of his pleasure pulsing and pumping in her as he gave into her.

"Do you love this pussy, baby?" Golden purred in his ear, her fingers winding around his long locks as she winded her hips on him. She hoped her charm would subdue him before his subdued her again as she felt that lush heatwave fall over her. She needed to hear him say the words she knew were locked in his heart, the words that flowed from hers as they made love in this moment.

"Fffuck...yes, baby. I love it," Joe grunted as his orgasm gripped him as he gripped her ass. She ran the tip of her tongue on his throat with a kiss that made him tremble as she did.

"Do you love me?" The question was laced with her moans on his skin, her skin covered with goosebumps to hear his response, to feel that heat ripple through her as she moaned again, "Do you love me, Joe?"

"I love you, Golden." 

His confession coaxed her into a throbbing, mesmeric orgasm that consumed her. She melted into him, his warmth, and his love that surrounded her with his embrace everywhere she needed it. She felt his hands on her cheeks and his lips on hers as he whispered to her, "I love you so much, baby."

"Then be mine," Golden mumbled between his kisses. "I want to be yours. Be mine."

"I want to, baby..." Joe mumbled back. There was a "but" lingering behind his words that made her eyes flutter open to see his eyes glint with that gravity once more. Yet Golden felt it weigh on her chest like a bad omen. She crawled off of him to watch him sit up and struggle to look at her.

"What? You want to but 'what?'" she urged him. It took him too long to speak so she said through her teeth again, "What?!"

"I want to but I'm...goin' to be a father."

"Wow." It was the only thing Golden could utter as it felt like he punched the wind out of her.

"I just found out last week. I planned to tell you. It was an accident. She won't have an abortion and I won't ask her to. I don't care about her at all, but I care 'bout bein' there for my child, you know?" Joe explained rapidly with his eyes still darting her glare. 

"Right." The word left her automatically. She didn't feel right at all. Everything suddenly felt very wrong. 

He loved her but he wouldn't commit to her. He'd just remind her to take her birth control.

He loved her but he would fuck a random woman and commit to raising an unexpected child with her.

"I know it's gonna be a journey but...I want you on that journey with me. If you want to be. Because I want you..." he murmured and carefully placed his hand on hers. He didn't notice her nails digging into the damp soil as she tried to quell the rage striking her bleeding heart like lightning.

But he heard that rage when it boomed in her small voice like thunder as she screamed in his face, "Joe, you are a manipulative, lying piece of shit. Go fuck yourself."

Present day...

Golden took a long, slow from her mug of hot chocolate, the liquid perfectly warm and sweet as she crossed her legs on her sofa in her fleece pajamas, and tried to get cozy with a movie on her flatscreen for the evening.

The last couple of weeks brought spring showers that started during the day and poured into the night, but the sound of the rain outside was peaceful. She was grateful for that peace, she needed it badly. She needed something to soothe the storm that still raged in her spirit.

It was tethered to the man who she loved but couldn't stand. The man who said he loved her but asked her to stand with him in a whirlwind of baby mama drama and stepparenting performances she wanted to run from.

She had been running for a while, away from him and into the arms of her ex-boyfriend who she found refuge in a few months after she tried to wash her hands clean of Joe. However, her love for him still stained her heart even tonight.

Yet Golden didn't reply to his text messages. She didn't answer his calls. She didn't know what to say to him about his offer. She'd given it proper space on her mind, meditating on it when she woke up and brooding on it before she went to bed. And the same thought still stirred in her soul as true: She didn't want to be someone's stepmom and she didn't want to be the fourth most important woman in his life. She just wanted to be hers.

Solitude was something Golden rarely gifted herself as she often surrendered herself to her work and her relationships. This was the first time in almost a decade that she had the chance to be alone, and understand who she was when she had no commitment to anyone or anything but herself.

The idea scared her, excited her, and motivated her to stand firm in her decision. She would let Joe go. She wasn't certain how to tell him but she would find the words when she was ready. 

Golden swallowed another sip of her hot chocolate that she unknowingly let cool as she lost herself in her thoughts and the rainfall. She sighed, rising from her cushion to pad over to her kitchen and pop her mug into the microwave. As she crossed her foyer, she saw headlights flash through the slender windows on each side of her front door. She would have thought nothing of it yet she noticed they grew brighter as they crept up her driveway.

She set her mug down on her glass end table before she walked over to her door when it had to be the driver who knocked on it. Golden didn't expect her plush candle set she ordered a couple of days ago as a treat for herself to arrive this soon, but she couldn't wait to light them and invite more of the peace she yearned for into her home.

When she opened her door, she saw Joe towering under her portico. His black jacket was drenched on his broad shoulders, his hood wet, too, as it nearly covered his face that held his sulky, brown eyes and pink lips that frowned when Golden was too stunned to speak. He never pulled up on her like this before.

His deep voice bellowed through the hammering rain behind him as he spoke then. "You won't return my calls. I didn't know what else to do. Baby, can I please come inside?" 

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All To Me: Chapter Two

Roman knows his relationship with Golden is deeper than an entanglement. He just has to convince her...

Roman Reigns x Golden (Chubby!Black!OC) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 2,397 words

Happy reading! Read Chapters One and Three, or my other Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

It was the same old stories night after night. Month after month. Year after year. 

"I love you but I'm in love with him."

"We're no good for each other."

"You know we can't do this...I can't stay."

Joe had grown tired of it. He wouldn't let Golden keep running from him. Because after seven years, he knew her legs had to be tired, too.

But she wouldn't admit it. Too much pride, he knew it. He understood where it came from. Golden was a young woman in her early 30s with a good career, her own house, car, and retirement account. She didn't need him. However...she wanted him.

Joe wanted her more. He knew he wasn't the best at showing it. Hell, sometimes he was scared he was pushing her away. It was his natural demeanor: Strong, cool, and unbothered. Yet lately, it greatly bothered him for Golden to do what she always does: Come through, fuck him, and take off. While it was an arrangement they settled on years ago, Joe couldn't deny that this past year taught him how badly he yearned for her to stay...especially as her late-night visits became more and more frequent.

He wouldn't hear her lie to his face and claim she didn't crave the same. Why else would she be lying beside him in his bed this morning? She wanted to be here. No matter how much she fought him, fussed at him, bitched at him, and ditched him, he knew she knew being here was better than being with her sorry-ass ex-ex-ex-boyfriend who he wished she'd let go for good.

Despite it all, Joe had been patient with Golden because he adored that he was the one she called when she needed to forget about her troubles, wear herself out on his dick, and pass out next to him looking so peaceful with her full cheeks looking so kissable. He leaned over to plant one on them before he scattered a few more along her bare shoulder. It made her flinch and flutter her eyelids before a faint whimper tumbled from her thick lips. He kissed those, too, and figured she wouldn't mind being woken up like this. If she did mind, he had time to make it up to her with homemade Belgium waffles as he knew they was her favorite.

He had convinced her to finally stay the night with him, something she rarely did as she believed it made their relationship feel, in her words, "too official." Whatever that meant. His patience for that kind of shit had run out. He knew there was a lot they had to discuss if they wanted to find common ground and do what he believed they should at this point: Make it official. Yet he realized that conversation wouldn't come easily.

Joe had to hold her tighter, kiss her harder, and love her deeper. And he took his time to do it now, do it right, as the lazy sun hid behind gray clouds outside his bedroom window. The shimmer of light crawled through his curtains and caressed what was revealed of their bare bodies under his sheets as he caressed Golden's fleshy hip with his fingertips. She had been stirred awake by his lips pulling hers into a languid kiss, her sleepy, little mewls on his tongue making his dick hard against her soft, voluptuous ass. 

Joe's fingers firmly gripped her hip to hold her close to him, his bigger body swallowing hers when he slipped his arm underneath her to wrap around her and circle her throat with his hand. She was so warm and it made him hot as she winded her hips on him, her small hand reaching up to fondle his bearded chin as she sucked on his tongue.

"Good morn—mmm, shit, baby," Golden cried delicately when he found his way inside her with a couple of even more delicate nudges to her pussy, already slick and inviting him in like he belonged there. Joe sipped on her moans with his mouth consuming hers, their noses pressed together as he dipped his dick into her velvety nectar that consumed him, too.

When he reached what felt like the pit of her stomach, his grasp on her throat tightened and his strokes lengthened as he moaned with her. His hand that had been busy squeezing her left ass cheek then busied itself holding up her thick thigh so his thrusts could better glide in and out...over and over her supple, throbbing g-spot...deeper and deeper into her stomach until he felt Golden's pulse quicken beneath his careful fingertips...felt her warm, gushy grip pulse around his relentless dick as she whined for him. 

"Told you last night, sweetheart...you mine now," Joe purred in her ear, loving how that made her moan louder and squirm harder in his embrace. She wasn't trying to run, but when he shifted her onto her knees to throw pounding backshots into her that made her throw her head back with raspy groans to his ceiling, he had to lock her in place with his large hands on her larger, sexy hips.

"Better get used to this, baby. This how Daddy gon' wake you up. Every. Fuckin'. Day," he added with rough grunts, releasing one of his hands to push his long hair that had fallen in his face out of the way so he could see how beautiful Golden looked clinging to his sheets and sobbing his name.

It was too beautiful, too much for him to resist, and he had to pull out to cover her beautiful ass with his cum, tugging his grip around his thick dick until he gave her the last drop and tapped his sensitive head on his mess. Joe wanted to tell her he loved her as he carried her to his bathroom, tell her she was made for him as they showered together, and tell her to be here when he returned from work in a few days as they ate breakfast in his dining room.

Yet the look in Golden's deep brown and curious eyes kept his lips sealed. She peeked at him from behind her coffee mug after pushing away her now-empty plate of waffles that she cleared because he knew how to make them the way she liked, extra crispy with honey instead of maple syrup. He gazed back at her as he chewed his last bite of bacon, raising an eyebrow at her because he, too, was curious about what was on her mind.

"Got somethin' on my face?" Joe teased and she breathed a little laugh.

"Yeah. Guilt," Golden replied with a smirk.

"What I got to be guilty for? Makin' you nut and cookin' you breakfast? You should feel guilty for not tellin' me thank you," he shot back playfully and she rolled her eyes.

"Thank you. But you still wrong..."

"For?"

"For holding me hostage here."

"Golden, please." He rolled his eyes, too, as he pushed back in his chair and collected their plates and utensils to walk over to his kitchen sink. As he rinsed them off and put them in his dishwasher, he reminded her, "If you didn't want to stay, you could have left in the middle of the night. You know I'mma heavy sleeper. I wouldn't have heard a thing." 

Joe noticed how she went silent when he called her out, and he picked up his head from closing the door on his dishwasher to see her with her arms crossed over her chest. It made him want to chuckle at how stubborn she could be even while sitting in his house wearing his tee shirt that hung to her thighs that she had smugly crossed, too.

"So...why did you stay?" He couldn't help the smug grin that touched his lips as he sat down across from her again. He folded his arms on the table and caught her eyes when they flickered his way. "Are you ready to confess that you love me?" he asked, ready to play it off as joking if she said no.

"You know I do, but—"

"But not like that. Yeah...you've told me that lie before," Joe cut her off with a slightly annoyed sigh through his nose, stroking his hand over his beard.

"You just called me a liar?!" Golden's eyes widened like she was shocked. Like she hadn't called him much worse in the past. 

"Yeah. Ain't no way you don't love me, sweetheart. Not the way we fuck," he stated coolly but he noted how she tried to discreetly lick her pretty lips.

"Surprised you ain't say 'make love,'" she muttered, her already soft voice sounding softer around those words.

"So we do make love?" Joe pressed her. He was unsure how hard to do so without pissing her off, but he was determined to make her put a name to the vibrant emotion he'd felt humming between them for years.

"You're asking me a lot of questions, Joe," she retorted instead. "Let me ask you one. Why are you trying to cuff me again? Why now?"

Joe let that chuckle he held in earlier slip as he hung his head to shake it. That was a loaded question and Golden knew it. He could answer it the long way and talk her through why he did those things over the years that bruised her trust in him—and explain to her that those things, while permanent, never marred his desire for her.

But he chose to answer it the short way and simply confessed, "Because I love you." 

"Bullshit," Golden said flatly, her arms still on her chest. Joe blinked, taken aback that she didn't at least let his words settle in her spirit before she decided she didn't accept it. He opened his mouth to speak but she interjected first by throwing her hand up in his face. "When people love each other, they don't go months without talking to each other. And when they do get around to talking, it's not just about sex."

Joe tried to butt in but Golden kept going and he winced, realizing too late that he'd pissed her off. "I know, I know. We've had deep conversations before. But they are far and few between. We both know why. I ain't want to leave my ex and you ain't want something serious, anyway. And that's cool. That's what works for us."

"But what if I want something serious now?" Joe chimed in when she paused to take a breath. Golden's gorgeous and round face puckered like she tasted something sour. He didn't want to believe that she held bitter feelings that ran so deep that she wouldn't even give him a single chance. Especially if she gave the loser before him multiple chances. "Unless you 'bout to crawl back to him for the thousandth time...why can't we explore what else could work for us?"

"I said I'm done with him and I meant it," Golden spat before she shot up from her seat and flew down his hallway. 

"And I guess me, too, huh?" Joe called behind her as he followed her, leaning on his bedroom doorjamb as he watched her hastily peel off his shirt and pull on her sweatshirt, leggings, and combat boots. She tried to shove past him, but his hulking frame filled the space to block her. "Golden, for real? You tryna leave it like this?" 

"Joe, please move." Golden's voice rattled like she was biting back tears and he didn't like that. His arms immediately surrounded her thick waist as he pulled her to him in a hug, his chin resting atop her curly, short afro before he kissed it.

"I'm sorry. Just...just tell me you'll at least think about us," he responded with another kiss on her forehead. Then one more on her cheek. And, for good measure, one on her lips that pouted in frustration until he felt her soften for him, her hands slowly sliding onto his bare chest and then around his neck to pull herself closer to him. Joe wished he could lay her down again and make her think good and long about it with his dick getting hard in his joggers, but he couldn't risk missing his flight to Seattle. Although he would if he could...

Instead, he swirled his tongue on hers as his hands fell to her ass to grip and hold her to his groin so she could feel how desperately he wanted her as he whispered, "Promise me you'll think about it, baby. Please..."

"...I will," Golden whispered to him and that was good enough for him to free her of his strong arms keeping her put. He gave her a final kiss on her sweet lips before she left him alone with his thoughts of her as he got dressed, double-checked his luggage, and ordered a Lyft to the airport. 

Just as he was about to lock his cell phone and shove it into his jeans pocket, the screen lit up with a phone call. When he read the name, his heart dropped but he swiped to answer. It was his obligation.

"You still takin' Ka'Mayah on Saturday when you get back home, right?"

"Yeah, I am," Joe replied as he wiped his hand over his face to hold in a grumble. He hadn't forgotten that it was his weekend with his five-year-old daughter. 

He was happy to see her after a few weeks of being away from her. His mood only dimmed to hear her mother, Jalah, complain in his ear about how three weeks without seeing his child was too long. Like he didn't structure his schedule to be home as often as he could to be with her. Like he didn't FaceTime them every week and send Ka'Mayah cute toys and trinkets that reminded him of her while he was on the road.

Joe knew without a doubt this was why Golden hesitated to stay with him. And it was why he hesitated to ask her about spending her weekend in his home. She had told him before that she "refused to play house" with him...and he knew she had her reasons. Valid ones.

Yet he refused to give up on Golden. Not when he had a valid reason, as well: He was in love with her. And Joe knew she was in love with him, too.

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[555sage]

Act like you deserve nice things. Move like you are worthy to experience the finer things in life. Remind yourself daily that every good thing that is coming your way is warranted. You can’t manifest anything you think you’re not worthy of.

- Taneisha Fletcher

[555sage]

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

[555sage]

harmshake's fav fics of 2023 ✨

I meant to post this sooner but the new year is still new!

Here are my fav fics (mainly 18+, NSFW, and in no particular order) from some amazing authors and their works from last year.

If you choose to read them, please like, comment, and reblog them as well. 😍

💗 A Week With the Chief (Series) by @wrestlingprincess80

Summary: Jeannie gets her dream job as a film producer for the WWE. Her first assignment is to follow Roman and Jey before their Tribal Combat match at SummerSlam. Things get a little hot and heavy for her as she gets caught up between the two men…what will she do?

💗 Winter Whispers (One Shot) by @visionarymode

Summary: On a cold winter's evening, you decide to warm Roman up after he's finished shoveling snow...

💗 Dressing Room (One Shot) by @miyuhpapayuh

Summary: Your boyfriend Jimmy joins you in the dressing room as you try on a few pieces of lingerie...

💗 Red Marks (One Shot) by @thesamoanqueen

Summary: Red is Roman's favorite color on himself, on you, and especially when you mark him with it...

💗 In The Devil's Arms (Series) by @dreamsinfocus

Summary: Surviving the world post-apocalypse is a challenge for Camille...and Roman makes that challenge worse.

💗 Worship (One Shot) by @southerngirl41

Summary: Jey just became a two-time tag champion, but he'd rather celebrate your body instead of himself.

💗 Sugar & the Chief (One Shot) by @msbigredmachine

Summary: You're a best-selling erotic author reflecting on the success of your newest novel, which is based on your secret affair with the man who became your muse...

💗 On the Level of the Devil (One Shot) by @seeingstarks

Summary: MJF finds a way to deal with his brat after his Double or Nothing match.

💗 Company (One Shot) by @555sage

Summary: In need of company after dealing with a breakup, she could only think of one person to call, her friend, Gregory Eddie...

💗 Heat (One Shot) by @theninthwonder

Summary: You and your crush, Sefa, get warm and cozy in his car during a chilly night...

💗 Love Language (Series) by @sassginaswanmills

Summary: Here's how each member of The Bloodline would show their love for you...

💗 Lavender Based (One Shot) by @joannasteez

Summary: You've catered to Roman's bruises long enough he thinks...now he's wanting desperately to have you in his arms.

💗 All Falls Down (Series) by @whatdoeseverybodywant

Summary: After 13 years of marriage, Kiyana’s world is turned upside down when her husband, Jey, comes home and tells her he’s been having an affair.

💗 Aftershocks (Series) by @afterdarkprincess

Summary: Sami and Jey deal with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at SummerSlam, as both friends and something more...

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Ahhh, nothing like a refreshing sip of good ass writing. Can't wait to read the masterpieces you all create this year!

[555sage]

No Backtalk

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Fem Reader

Theme: Smut

Summary: Roman can handle that mouth, real well.

CREDIT

The sound of gargling filled the four walls as Roman relentlessly face fucked you. Both hands held a tight enough clasp on your hair, holding your head in place to sharply piston his hips.

"Yea" his faint breath still held tremendous depth as he looked down at you with a snarl, "shut that shit up."

It's not like you were talking anyway with a mouthful of his bountiful mass lodged down your throat. But you were earlier during an argument, refusing to backdown from Roman. Matter fact, you never did no matter how intimidating he looked and sounded. To you he was just another person who could get cursed out. Or maybe not.

Roman could take some of your lip, but today? Oh he was one too many expletives during the verbal spat, and he had to shut you up. And what better way than to fill your biggest hole with his big dick?

Even with the best gag reflexes and numbing spray to prep before hand, you were still practically choking on his meat as your eyes began to water. Your jaw was strained from your mouth being strecthed open so damn long. But he didn't give a fuck, continuing to pump between your lips as his balls slapped your chin just from how much of him was being shoved in.

"Talkin' to me like I don't run shit, I run eeeverything" he grumbled with that caved tone that pathetically had you pooling beneath, with panties as wet as his dick.

Your mouth was so full of his warm semen it leaked down your chin and onto his balls, trickling between your exposed breasts that jiggled from the rocky movement.

He then forced your head all the way down to the base, holding it there along with his dick that was blocking your airways. Short puffs of the nose to avoid gagging only shortened more as you slowly drifted out of conscious through glossy, fluttering eyes. "Where's all that mouth now huh?" He abruptly yanked his creamy coated dick out, stringing a slew of nut along your lips.

You took in a big gasp of air like your life depended on it, breathing harshly after. You gulped his milky substance down, licking your lips too.

His fingers remained entangled in your hair as his face softened some. Gazing at the mess he'd happily made, but he wasn't done, you weren't done. But he did give you a min to recover before asking "want another hole fucked instead?" making you eagerly nod.

"Then work for it, I want all that mouth to use where it counts."

Even though your knees were burning like hell on this rug, you still went to work like ordered. Both hands grasped his thick pole fingers couldn't even fully wrap around. You stroked him up and down, earning a long drawl from Roman who's head was titled back.

Your kissed his tip and circled your tongue around it before taking some of him back in to speedily bob your head back and forth while stroking the rest of his cock.

The sound of his sexy ass moans were so pleasing to your ears as you watched him, eyes closed and mouth agape, so overcome with ecstasy. "Huuhn suck that shit baby" his guttural moan thundered like a storm as you slurped him off real good and nasty, making a gawking sound every time he hit your uvula.

You pulled him out with a popping sound and a sultry pant of hunger, with a hand now bobbing his head as you traveled down to his weighted sacs, sucking and licking on those too.

"Fuck you gon make daddy cum!!" his voice was soft, airy, and heavenly as he approached his climax, pulsating in your grip that had him like putty the faster you went.

"Just like that baby, just like that" a rigid exhale escaped as his stomach caved in, tightening under the pressure.

"Come in my mouth daddy" you pleaded sensually with a wide opening for the arrival of his nut, spurting out in long ropes as he groaned deeply, being hollowed out by your rigorous handjob.

Once he was done you swallowed again, proudly showing off that you did. A smirk formed across his relaxed face as his tongue glazed over his lip, "good girl, c'mere" his index finger gesturing up. After being coaxed to your feet he grabbed your face, kissing you sloppily and making you softly whimper mid smacks. He drew back some, "you gon watch that mouth and respect me, you understand?"

"Yes daddy" your sullen eyes sunk into his.

"Now bend over, I wanna see that arch too" he demanded with a smack of your ass.

a/n: thought of this after seeing big papa looking SO good on SD.

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[555sage]

Still In Love

You see your ex-boyfriend, Jimmy, in the club and...one dance can't hurt, right?

Jimmy Uso x Fem Reader | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 2,016 words

a/n: Found this in my drafts and my sis, @harlem11680, pressured me to post it so thank her if you like it! 🤭

Happy reading! Read my other Jimmy stories here, if you'd like. ✨

The music in the club sounded good. It was reggae night with sensual rhythms and bass that boomed in your chest. It felt good, too, you felt good, especially after a couple of shots of Don Julio. And you looked good, your curves and thighs highlighted in your dress as you moved to the melodies.

As your girls held their cups in the air and grooved with you to "Eternal Light" by Chronixx and Free Nationals, you noticed the same pair of brown eyes catching yours as he watched you live it up with your friends on the dance floor.

It was your ex-boyfriend, Jimmy, as he sat at the bar because why wouldn't it be? You both ran in the same friend groups, even after your split three months ago, so you saw each other often. You always kept it cordial because it wasn't like your break-up was malicious. His busy schedule on the road just didn't mesh with yours and while it hurt him, he understood. It hurt you, too, to not be with the man you'd fallen in love with but time made it easier to deal with.

Yet because there was no bad blood between you, it left room for something else that still simmered in your blood every time he glanced at you and flashed his gorgeous smile at you...

It reminded you that there was something unresolved between you and him...and you knew better than to pretend it wasn't sexual tension. You wished you could ignore it and him altogether but it wasn't in you. Not when he looked damn good tonight. His beard was trimmed on his handsome face, his long hair under his black snapback was in braids that fell over his broad shoulders, and his even broader, tatted arms showed off his muscles in his orange, fitted tee shirt with his Cuban link glistening on the collar.

He posted up with his brothers, Jey and Solo, yet he wasn't engaging with them. Jimmy was focused on you, his eyes on you now making your heart pound harder than the music. You yanked your eyes away again right as he started to lick his lips, turning your attention to your friends who already fussed at you for giving Jimmy too much of it tonight.

You assured them you could hold your own...but you couldn't help it. You were feeling nice and tipsy enough to maybe make a sexy decision with him that you hopefully wouldn't regret in the morning. And when Sasha and Sean Paul's "I'm Still In Love With You" started pouring through the speakers, you looked to the barstool where Jimmy was and saw him missing. You knew where he was headed and a few moments later, you felt his warm breath caress your neck, his body heat against your back as he lingered close but didn't touch.

"Can I have this dance?" His deep voice asked behind you and you trembled a little. Your girlfriends had abandoned you as they knew this would happen when the song hit. Yet to prove them wrong, and perhaps prove something to yourself, you rolled your eyes at Jimmy's request…even though your lips twitched with a smirk he couldn't see.

"Ugh, I guess," you muttered and didn't bother turning around as his hands were already slipping onto your waist to pull you to him and grind with you to the romantic, bouncy beat. 

"You guess, huh? Am I killin' your vibe right now? I seen you out here lookin' all good with your girls tonight. Must be tryna find a new boo and make me jealous," Jimmy teased you and squeezed you playfully in his grasp, making you wind your hips on him and compelling a little giggle out of you.

"Wrong and wronger. I'm just tryna have fun," you replied quickly, wanting to sound curt but you bit your lip as you smelled his woodsy, citrusy cologne radiating from his warm body hugged up on you. 

"Oh yeah? Remember how much fun we used to have to this song?" Jimmy asked and you could feel the grin on his lips as they brushed to your ear before he ran his heavy hand up your back and slowly bent you over. You let out a tiny gasp at his audacity, but your hips still twirled in harmony with his as you did love this song—and you did love the familiar feel of his strong, bulking body, although you wondered if that was his belt buckle you felt on you.

"Yeah, mmm, I remember," you tried not to moan when he unwrapped one hand from your hip and boldly wrapped it around your throat to hold you to his chest. Jimmy knew you remembered, too, and knew you liked his grips on you because this song always made you want to grip on him, as well, with your hands, your mouth, your thighs...

"Still make you want me?" Jimmy teased with a haughty chuckle. His hands were gripping you tighter now, pinning you to him. 

"Please...don't start," you said weakly with another sly smirk. That's when Jimmy turned you around so you were suddenly face-to-face. Your dress clung to you and the satin fabric made it easy for his grasp to cling to you, too, his hands falling to your round ass as you danced. You sucked your teeth as you put your arms around his neck, your lips now dangerously close to his as you added, "You need to behave."

"I was just askin' a question," Jimmy expressed but licked those pretty lips before he bit his bottom one. You hated that he looked quite kissable right now...and you hated that you could feel your resolve draining from you as his gaze filled you with lust.

"What do you want me to say?" you breathed with a surprised sigh when he leaned into you, thinking he'd kiss you, but his lips touched your neck instead. His kiss was thorough and slow, like the way he danced with you, and when he flicked his tongue on the same spot, a helpless little moan escaped you.

"Thatchu still want me...'cause I want you, too," he whispered in your ear and planted another kiss on your throat. When he squeezed your butt in his hands, tugging you closer to him so you could feel him and not his belt buckle, you tried not to moan again.

"Mmm...shit. Yeah...I do," you finally admitted in defeat when Jimmy circled his tongue on your neck. You could feel the burning glares of your girlfriends across the dance floor, judging you for giving in. You didn't look their way because you knew you'd hear their mouths later...and right now you just wanted to feel more of Jimmy's mouth on you.

You let him take you by the hand and lead you through the throng of bodies swaying to the end of the song that was your own personal love spell, amazed that you couldn't survive four minutes of Jimmy's temptation. Yet he made you forget why you even tried to resist him in the first place when he got you in the backseat of his car, his full, soft lips suckled around your sweetest spot as his tongue wagged over it. His hypnotic eyes gazed up at you, soaking in your facial expressions as you gazed down at him on his knees for you, his head taking up space between your thighs as he gently pushed in two fingers to soak in the wet mess he made of your pussy.

"Right there...please, don't stop," you begged, your fingers weaving through his braids after you pushed his cap off his head to push his face into your wet folds that he lapped on and made even wetter. You had one leg on his shoulder and the other hiked up on the headrest near the rear window that was fogging up as the heat you both created soared along with your heated orgasm in his mouth.

Jimmy didn't forget how to make you fall apart, not stopping until you had to pry his tongue from your sensitive clit that he moaned on as he licked up your juices. But he obeyed your hands snatching on his braids, your whimpers that touched his lips after he kissed up your body to kiss the lips on your face.

"You missed me, bae?" Jimmy grunted softly as he reached a hand behind your head to prop himself up, his other hand guiding his smooth, hard flesh into you. You both mumbled moans into each other's mouths from the lush contact, your dripping pussy allowing him to sink in easily, yet his thickness making him a tight fit and making your moans noisy.

"Yesss, I did. Unnhhh, yessss," you hissed in between his kisses that devoured your moans and tongue. Jimmy kept your thigh on his shoulder to grind his long strokes into you until he was hitting the back of your pussy and forcing you to grip on his waist to make him hit harder. 

And like a good boy, he picked up on your silent plea, slowly rolling his hips but thrusting harder and harder, in and out, growling to you, "I missed you, too...missed how you moaned for me."

You felt like his strokes resembled the pace of his and your song, and it made you sing to him as he titled his hips up to stroke on your sweet spot and get you to hit high notes. Jimmy leaned up then, too, to hold your thighs back, opening you up more for him to pound out. You were starting to feel dizzy from your second heated orgasm building and scorching throughout you. You locked eyes with him as his beautiful face twisted with pleasure and touched with sweat, his voice husky as he demanded, "Let go, bae. Cum all over this dick..."

It only took a couple more strokes for you to explode with those hot waves of bliss that made you dig your nails into his skin. Right before you squeezed your eyes shut, you could see his sensual expression change as he said under his breath, "Oh, shit...I love you, baby."

"I love you, too," you cried at the same time with moans that made your vocal cords strain. You didn't mean for those words to leap out of you, but the way his hips sprang back and forth with constant caresses on your spot made your better judgment leave you as he filled with you every good feeling you didn't realize you missed so much.

You wanted to believe that good feeling was just him holding you tight as he came with you, his strokes falling back as he savored how you milked him as he milked you of those final tremors of your climax. But his loving brown eyes on you held that passion you knew he hadn't let go of...it was obvious from the way he just made love to you. 

You knew now those unresolved feelings you had for him went deeper than sexual tension because he just fixed that issue—and yet you still felt your heart beating with passion for him, too.

"I love you, baby girl. Never stopped," Jimmy repeated as he covered your face with kisses when a tear you didn't mean to let slip fell down your cheek. He kissed it, too, as he pulled out and pulled you onto his lap. You cuddled to his chest, feeling strange to find yourself here with him out of nowhere...yet also feeling comforted because it was exactly where you wanted to be.

"Same here," you quietly confessed as Jimmy ran his fingers along your bare thigh with his other arm around your waist. "So, now what?"

"That's up to you. I get why you ended things...but I been feelin' this way for a while. I don't wanna be without you anymore," Jimmy replied sweetly, planting an even sweeter kiss on your cheek when you sniffled. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing, baby. I wanna be your man."

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[555sage]

All To Me: Chapter One

Golden knows better than to stay entangled with Roman...but he makes it too good to leave.

Roman Reigns x Golden (Chubby!Black!OC) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 1,715 words

Happy reading! Read Chapter Two and my other Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

There were a dozen other places Golden could have found herself after that vicious fight with her boyfriend, well, now ex-boyfriend. And yet she found herself in Joe's bedroom. 

Her small wrists were locked by his huge, slightly rough hands that roamed her curvy, soft body before he pinned her down. His smooth, full lips were on her cheeks as they kissed away her tears and kissed her lips. Her thick, brown thighs were clamped around his waist as he gave her a new, better reason to cry. His sweet, deep voice was luscious in her ear as he cooed warm words that made chills fall down her spine.

"I got you, baby. I'll always take care of you. Let Daddy make you feel good."

Golden seemed to end up here often when things didn't go right with her ex. She'd break up to make up and do it all over again with so many stops at Joe's doorstep in between that he would question why she kept going back to him, and why she kept leaving him.

To her, they were simple questions that had simple answers. Joe wasn't any better. He wasn't Golden's ex-boyfriend, per se, but he wasn't her friend, either. Something in the middle, something confusing, wonderful, frustrating, wrong, and delicious. They didn't see or text each other enough to be close like that. For obvious reasons, like her relationship with (ex) boyfriend and Joe's insane work schedule. 

However, there was a third reason. Joe seemed to only ever be available for these sessions to exercise her muscles that her ex neglected until they pleasantly ached—and exorcise her demons which she was certain he was one of. Mainly from the way he could make her lose her mind for a few hours, and when she came eventually to, he was the sole thought on it with flashbacks that made her squeeze her thighs together...yet she wouldn't hear from him until the next time.

Yet Golden came back time and time again, moaning and writhing underneath him, loathing and loving every minute of him gripping her body as he huddled her up on the bed, her knees almost touching the pillows behind her head. He pounded in her with focused, hammering strokes that laced her tongue with his name, poisoned her blood with another orgasm that felt so fucking sinful, so good she wanted to hide from it, from him. But Joe wouldn't let her, grabbing her chin to make her look into his eyes as he claimed what energy Golden had tried to preserve for herself.

"Unh unh, baby. Eyes on me. Give it all to me...mmm, just like that. Let Daddy hear it..."

Once he gave the parts of himself he allowed to her, slipping it out from her wet warmth and wiping it away from her belly, it was over. Yet he did hold her hand as she got ready to leave, standing next to his bed as he reclined on it still naked like he wanted to seduce her into staying.

That was the confusing part about him as Joe seemed to want her but when it was convenient. She couldn't even fault the man for it because she was here for the same reason. But Golden knew better than to pretend to play house with him, let him cook her breakfast in the morning, and butter her up with kisses and hugs before they parted ways...although, if they could figure it out, maybe she would stick around. Maybe.

"Outta here already?" Joe asked as his thumb caressed her knuckles. He glanced at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand before his brown eyes met hers again. "It's goin' on two. You might as well spend the night."

"No, that's okay. I should go," Golden muttered and attempted to withdraw her hand but his grasp got a little tighter. She sighed but her plump, brown lips quivered with a grin when his did, too.

"You got a hotel you sleepin' at tonight? I know you not goin' back home."

"Going to my friend's house."

"When you gonna stop doin' that?" He dropped her hand now and tucked it with his other behind his head that rested against his headboard.

"Doing what?" Golden knew exactly what he meant but she didn't want to go there with him for the hundredth time.

"You know what," Joe called her bluff. "You come over here, get what you want, and head out."

She let out another sigh, deeper as she was too exhausted for two arguments in the same evening. "You know why."

His face scrunched up as he furrowed his thick brows and shot her a playful glare. At least she hoped it was playful. "Don't mean you can't spend the night..." Joe sucked his teeth and said with a smirk as he reached for her when she started to retreat to the door. 

His hands wrapped around her waist to tug her down onto his bed and on top of him. Golden tried to hide her face and her reluctant smile in the crook of his neck and tatted shoulder, but he was quicker and stronger as he cupped her chin and met her deep brown eyes. The seriousness that deepened his gaze sent that trembling chill through her body, especially as he added in a hushed tone, "Are you gonna get back with him?"

"No," Golden whispered immediately. It felt like the truth this time.

"Then stay with me," Joe mumbled then pressed his lips to hers, moving them thoroughly, slowly, and coaxing a whimper from her when his tongue sought hers a few tender kisses later. His fingertips fondled her short, dark coils and then glided along her back, slipping beneath her sweatshirt to feel her warmth in his hands before those fingertips slid under the hem of her leggings to palm her round ass. Golden's hands shot away from his bare chest and down to where he was trying to pull off her leggings...but it was a late and pathetic effort as she let his fingers dip into her delicate, moist folds, making her moan to him instead of telling him to cut it out. 

"You gon' stay with me?" Joe asked once more, huskily with a moan of his own from her pussy getting gushy and contracting around his fingers after he gingerly pushed two of them inside her.

"Joe..." Golden breathed his name, wishing there was some authority to it, but her head spun as he nudged at her g-spot with persistence.

It was the same persistence she heard in his voice as he growled to her, "Golden. Stay with me," before he rolled her onto her back. Her leggings hit the floor for a second time tonight as he hooked her thighs over his broad shoulders, his kisses still thorough as they devoured her pussy, still soft and puffy from his pounding, his thick tongue finding every groove of her supple folds, giving long licks to every spot that begged for it. 

Her back arched from the bed as she clutched one of his pillows with her left hand and his long, black, and silky hair with her right. She whined curses at him for being fucking stubborn, for being alluring with his mouth, refusing to let her go as he tempted her over and over with the words "Stay with me, baby..." between suckling on all of her until Golden could no longer hear him, only her raspy moans as she fluttered and flooded in his mouth and down his beard.

She closed her thighs around his head but that quicker and stronger grip of his gently dug into her flesh, spreading her and keeping her open for his tongue which licked up her nectar for as long as he wished, even when she squirmed and cried. Joe came up for air with precious smooches over her sweatshirt on her pudgy belly and breasts once she stopped fighting him and snatching at his hair, nestling himself between her legs with his hot, bulking body covering her before his mouth covered hers for a wet, messy kiss that tasted like her.

"Beautiful..." Joe murmured on her lips like it was his final plea.

Golden still had her fingers woven through his wavy locks that fell around her face as she held him to her, wishing she could be annoyed with him but she was too tired, too satiated, to do anything but murmur back, "I'll stay."

She knew it was a bad idea. She knew it would solve none of the bigger issues she carried into his bedroom. But she also knew she couldn't leave when Joe made her feel like the world would end if they stopped touching now.

His hand was around her throat after he used it to yank off the rest of her clothes, making her gasp his name to him. Her nails clawed up and down his back, making him sigh to her. His body was melted into hers as they grinded together, making love, or something like that, to each other. 

"You all mine now, sweetheart?" Joe grunted to her through a groan when Golden lost herself on his thick dick buried in her, his tongue buried in her mouth, too, with more of those messy kisses that stole her sense. 

"Yes-y-yesyesss, Daddy!" Golden sobbed and groaned back, so blissed out she wasn't sure what she was even saying anymore. It was only when she lay next to him, his giant arm thrown over her waist to secure her to him as he lightly snored, that her eyes stared into the gentle darkness of his bedroom, realization poking her awake when her weary body tried to doze off.

She couldn't be Joe's. Not now, not anytime soon, or perhaps never. 

There was too much baggage, too much mess, and not enough time to clean it up when he'd be hopping on a plane early tomorrow afternoon for work. Nonetheless, Golden finally drifted to sleep despite every alarm sounding off in her head with one thought to silence them all.

After five long years on and off with her ex, and seven longer years of whatever she was with the enticing man beside her, it was time she at last belonged to herself.

No matter how good it felt to be held by Joe.

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[555sage]

Daddy's Little Helper

What Roman does for you he expects in return...

Roman Reigns x Fem Reader | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 1,089 words

a/n: I am in another writing slump right now so I won't be posting anything from WiPs any time soon, but hey, look what I found in my drafts. 🥹

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Your knees sank into the cushiony sheets beneath Roman as you straddled him, sitting pretty with his dick nestled in you.

"You gonna make yourself cum on my dick, baby?" he asked you softly. He could see it in your eyes that glazed over with pleasure. You blushed from his attentive eyes on you and you could only nod as you were at a loss for words. Your mind was fuzzy with no thought but one...your body trembling as you winded on him to chase that thought and bring it to life. 

Your hands pressed to his strong, bare chest that you clawed at when it got good, his dick the perfect girth to nudge against every spot and catch every throb of your pussy that gave away how close you were...you only needed to hit your sweet spot just so...but it was evading you.

You took your time and he let you, he enjoyed it. He grasped you by your waist and soaked in your soaking wet warmth as he moaned with you. However, it was taking you a bit longer than usual as your nerves were all over the place from how handsome he was admiring you on top of him.

"You want Daddy to help you cum?" Roman whispered after several more minutes of your face flickering through the now frustrating ebb and flow of your orgasm as it simmered right beneath the surface.

You nodded again and Roman tipped his hips up a bit so you sat on him at an incline, your body falling forward a bit and your lips landing on his forehead. You kissed it before a moan jumped out of you as you felt the difference immediately, your agitation melting away with his dick nuzzling to your g-spot as he ran his big hands up your back. 

"Oh, shit, baby..." was all you could gather to utter with another deep moan escaping you. Roman stayed put at the angle that made it easy for you to grind on him until your simmering orgasm began to bubble and spill over you.

"Yeah? That feel good, baby girl?" he cooed to you, slipping one of his hands from your waist to your throat, right beneath your jaw, and squeezing lightly. He knew you liked that to push you over the edge, and you confirmed it with a whimper that left your lips parted as you abruptly came, the first quivering wave so intense your hips stuttered to a stop.

"It feels gooood...unnhh. I'm cumming," you sobbed, your mind going blank and your voice cracking with raspy moans both from your pleasure and his hand gripping your throat.

Roman picked up where you left off, grinding up into you with his free hand falling back to your waist to hold you steady. His eyes stayed on you to see you lose yourself on him. Your eyelids fluttered shut as your moans fell from your open mouth, but you heard him demand, "Look at me when I make you cum. I wanna see those beautiful eyes roll for me."

His grip around your neck tightened just a bit until you obeyed, the delicious feeling forcing your eyes open as they tried to see the back of your skull. He then gripped even tighter, intensifying your orgasm to heights your moans couldn't even reach. The pathetic attempts teetered off into pants and whines, sounds that told him you were overwhelmed with searing ecstasy.

That's when Roman pulled you to him by your throat until your lips touched his, kissing you and consuming your whimpers before he purred quietly, "That's my sweet girl. Is it Daddy's turn to cum now?"

You felt yourself nod once more before he covered your lips with a wet, greedy kiss that made you moan on his tongue.

"You gonna help me like I helped you, baby girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," you replied without another thought in a husky breath once you caught it.

Roman searched your eyes to see if you understood the assignment in your blissed-out state. Your cheeks felt warm as you blushed and watched him command in his own husky voice, "Then I need you to bounce on this dick, sweetheart. Don't stop until you feel me cummin' inside you. Can you do that?"

"Yessss, fuck!" you moaned with your head just as airy as your voice when he thrust up and hit the back of your pussy to make sure you were listening.

Roman then nodded with a tiny grin and pushed you back upright to let your hands fall to his chest again as you steadied yourself. He studied you with adoration, all cute and fucked up from your stupefying orgasm, and he bit his lip as you did the best you could to move and buck your hips to pounce on his dick.

"Mmm, fuck, baby...just like that. Ride this dick..." he groaned right when you thought you were too far gone to do the job he needed you to do. His fingertips dug into your right asscheek and left hip to hold you, not help you, as he gazed at you whining with each slam of your pussy swallowing him and keeping him deep. 

"Look at you workin' for Daddy's cum..." 

Your thighs burned from exhaustion but you were determined to make Roman cum as good as he made you...yet when you slowed down a little, his heavy hand as it spanked your ass brought you back to life. "Unh unh, don't stop now, sweetheart. You said you would help me cum in this pretty pussy, right?"

Another swift spank when you didn't respond fast enough made you yelp, "Ye-esss, Daddy!"

"You wanna feel my cum in you, don't you?" he groaned in a gruff tone with his eyes locked on yours before he licked his lips.

You shivered and nodded your head fervently, your nails sunk into the broad muscles of his shoulders for leverage as you bounced on him until his whines deepened into bellowing moans. He gripped your hips to keep you still and make you feel his dick gently spasming with each rope of warm cum you earned.

Your moans nearly drowned out his, your hands on your breasts to squeeze and tease your nipples as you rested and relished in the feel of him filling you. When you met his gorgeous gaze, you shook with satisfaction from seeing exhaustion finally catch up with him...and validation from his words as Roman grunted, "Such a good little helper. Take it all, baby...you deserve it."

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[555sage]

Devotion

Roman makes it easy to sing his praises...

Roman Reigns x Fem Reader | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 823 words

a/n: A surprise follow-up to Summoned. 🤭

Happy reading! Read my other Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

If god had a name, you wondered if it was any of the ones that flowed from your tongue and likely reached the heavens.

"Baby..."

"Roman..."

"Daddy..."

The way he crucified your body was something you desired, prayed for. Your wrists shackled with steel handcuffs that were now warm from your body heat. Your legs bound, too, with more steel, a spreader that kept you open for him. You were his to do with as he pleased, on your hands and knees as he sat behind you on the red satin sheets.

Breaking your body with thrusts that echoed in your soul, shaking something loose that made beautiful tears well in your eyes as you clawed at the sheets, gnawed at them with your teeth. You summoned him and now you were in his possession with nowhere for you to hide from his dominion as he surrounded you. He was everywhere.

His hulking body hunched over you, his heat surrounding you. His large hands roaming and claiming your soft and ample curves. His voice a subtle roar in your ears as he sang your praises just as you sang his.

"Scream my name, princess...louder...mmhm, louder."

"That's it...you gon' take all this dick...you know it's yours."

"Pussy just squeezin' on me...cum for me, angel."

The moonlight beyond the tall window drenched the bedroom but the shadows still contoured your bodies that danced together in the dark. It felt like a divine awakening gaining light, tingling with flames that grew between you both with every pounding push from Roman, every winding whirl of your hips as you surrendered to him. 

Losing yourself as you came. Finding new religion along the way from him on you, in you. From him ruining you only to build you back together in his powerful hands, in his succulent mouth. His wet kisses marked your spine, his sweat dripped on your supple skin. Your dripping nectar coated his shaft, your desperate moans touched his ears. The aroma of your married lust wafted in the humid air from the fire you both started, the fire that he tamed.

Roman handled your body with grace as only a gentle giant could, his firm grip on your waist holding you in one piece when you tried to fall apart into a million and slip through his fingers. But he was in god mode and his attention, his mastery was immaculate as he hooked your legs over his head and explored the deepest part of you that whined his name like you knew no other.

"Baby!"

"Roman!"

"Daddy!"

It was only fitting for a god to ignore those pleas with selfishness that seated your pleasure on the throne of his lap, his thrusts long and pummeling only to indulge himself in how you worshipped him. Roman was confident, conceited, in those moans as it wasn't the first time you had called to him...and he knew it wouldn't be the last.

"What's my name, baby? Tell me who you belong to." 

"Mmhmm, you feel me fillin' you up, angel?"

"This is my pussy...my sweet thing...cum for me one more time..."

And like the good little servant that you were, you did. Your sore and bound wrists twisted with hands snatching at the sheets. Your hot and trembling body levitating off the bed. Your quivering legs stretched open for him to take it all. Your raspy and sapped voice calling for him over and over and over. 

When he called back to you, his thrusts never-ceasing, only increasing with speed and satiating focus to fill you with what could have been the spirit, your name fell from his full lips as he coaxed you with chaotic streams of bliss that spilled onto the satin. 

The scent caressed your nose like silk and you licked your lips. Roman grazed his thumb across your bottom lip as he finally broke the chain that kept you fastened together. In his infinite wisdom, he ran his fingertips along the valley of your warm milk and honey, his and yours, to gather it before he ran them along your tongue as you eagerly tasted that holy communion. 

Roman's dark brown eyes grew just a shade darker, lids hung just a bit lower with ecstasy as he watched you share that ecstasy with a lulled hum. Your heart thrummed as you watched him, too, elated in him as his name sounded like a cherished whisper in your mouth as he covered it with his own in a kiss.

When it was all said and done, god stepped down to be human once more as he pulled your weary, satisfied body to his strong, warm one on the couch. His thick fingers combed through your hair, Love Life on the television, and his tone soft in your ear as he purred, "I hope you know I'll always be here when you call. Anytime, anyplace, angel."

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[555sage]

oooooh LORD

Sweet Dreams

🖤 Pairing: Reader (black fem) x Roman Reigns

🖤 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, Roman Reigns smut

🖤 Word Count: ~900

a/n: Found this in my drafts from a couple months ago and since he's on SmackDown tonight (prayerfully), figured I'd share. 🤭

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After showering, throwing on your pajamas, turning off the lights, and crawling under the sheets for bed, your boyfriend, Roman, and you can't seem to fall asleep.

Maybe it's his big, warm body cuddled up behind you, nestling you to his bare chest while his dick nestles to your butt behind his gray boxer briefs. You're only wearing your bonnet, one of his oversized shirts, and his arms around you as the delicious feel of him is keeping you wide awake...

You know Roman can't fall asleep, either, with his dick twitching and growing hard against you. You finally shift around in his arms to face him and quietly ask him, "Are you tired?"

"Not at all," he whispers back and presses his lips to yours for a soft kiss. Your lips move together slowly but increasingly hungrily as you make out in the dark with his arms still around you and your arms around his neck. Yet when he pulls up your thigh to rest on his hip, your right butt cheek in his grip, now you're grinding against each other under the sheets.

His fingers caress your butt and then lower, grazing your bare pussy as you never wear bottoms to bed. Roman caresses your little hole, too, that's already slick from just kissing on him. He's fascinated that you're so wet from just his kisses and he plays in it, his middle finger dipping up and down over your hole and moist, soft folds before softly teasing at your clit until your whimpers turn into moans.

Roman knows he can make you cum just like this but he rather make you cum in his mouth, especially when he pulls his finger away and taps it on his thumb to reveal your stringy wetness between them that he licks from them. "You know this makes me wanna eat your pussy..." he tells you softly with another hungry kiss.

You crave that, too, so roll onto your back and he crawls between your thighs, pulling off your shirt and laying down on top of you to ravish you with more of those hungry kisses on your neck on his way down. He scoops your breasts into his big hands to lick one of your taut nipples while teasing the other with his thumb. It feels too good, especially with his heavy body pressing on you, his stomach rubbing up on your clit. You can't help but seek more of that yummy pressure as you grind on him a little...and before you know it you've made yourself cum with the help of his tongue and hands still on your breasts.

"That made you cum, baby?" Roman asks incredulously and you nod as you grab him by the sides of his beautiful, bearded face to kiss him.

"I want you to fuck me now. Please," you mumble between kisses. You feel his dick still hard in his boxers between your legs from your words as you whisper again, "Please fuck me..."

"I will, baby...but I still wanna taste you," he grunts and kisses down to your thighs. He can feel the wet stain you left on his stomach but he marvels at your stickiness all over your pussy and thighs, too, from your sudden orgasm. "Damn, you made a mess," he says with a sexy smirk while pushing your thighs further apart and licking at them to clean you up.

"Mmm, no, baby. I'm too sensitive," you complain weakly. Your clit is still so tender with the afterglow of your orgasm that even his soft lips grazing yours makes you moan.

"I just wanna taste, baby," Roman whispers. "That's all. Just a t—"

He cuts himself off with his tongue pushing between your folds, slowly rolling over your clit and surprising you. You whimper as you immediately put your hand to the back of his head beneath his ponytail as he puts his lips on your sweet spot. Gently suckling and pulling another orgasm from you that makes you pull his hair as you cry his name into the dark.

Roman's lips then find your face again as he nestles up behind your trembling body to cuddle again, yet this time he abandons his boxers and pushes his thick dick inside of you. You moan out his name again as he holds up your left thigh with his hand behind your knee, digging deeper, hitting harder, and compelling you to hide your face in the pillow in your grips.

"Can I cum in this pussy, baby?" he asks with a husky moan clinging to his deep voice as he's close. You're clinging to the pillow for dear life as he thrusts into you faster and makes your eyelids flutter, makes it difficult to nod as you rather not have to do laundry at 1 a.m.

Besides, it feels sexy when Roman's hips move like this, all choppy and messy as his orgasm rushes through him. He drains himself in you, draining you of any energy you had before he pounded it out of you. He slowly pulls out and rests his flesh between your thighs as you snuggle up to him, your heavy breathing evening out as a placid peace washes over you along with his warm breath on your cheek as he kisses you.

"Good night, baby," Roman purrs in your ear and you're already half-asleep as you attempt to murmur it back, making him grin as he eventually drifts off to join you in those sweet dreams.

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[555sage]

Gentle

🖤 Summary: Roman promises to go real gentle with you for your first time...

🖤 Pairing: Fem Reader x Roman Reigns

🖤 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, Roman Reigns smut

🖤 Word Count: ~1,000

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"How's that feel, sweetheart? Good?"

His voice was deep and gentle in your ear, his lips pressed to your throat with a kiss when you nodded. You were almost too rapturous to speak, the only sounds falling from your mouth were a melody of low whimpers and high moans as Roman rocked his hips in you in harmony to create the song he loved for you to sing in his ear.

He learned your rhythm quite quickly being it was your first time together—your first time, period—as he had a keen ear for how you sang his praises, and he had a gentle flow for how your body danced beneath him.

Your whispery cries rang out when his strokes were impossibly long…stretching and dragging along your soaked, soft walls and waking up spots you had no clue existed…your pussy pulling him back in when he dared to slide too far out, the tip of his thick dick nudging on your sweetest spot. He watched how that made you shudder, and kissed your lips with a smirk on his when your pussy clenched him, not wanting to let him go.

But then his hips would sensually stutter with wild, thrumming thrusts that challenged your vocal cords…your moans reaching the ceiling as he met the back of your pussy easily, met it over and over with rapid taps that only lasted a second…only lasted long enough to make him bite his lip to see how he made you tremble and cling to him.

Maybe you were crazy to choose Roman as the man to give your virginity to, but you would have felt crazier to deny him when he made your heart skip a beat with just his alluring, deep brown eyes on you…when he made you wet with just his soft kisses…and when he made you feel so precious with how he made tonight special for you.

The candle lighting of his bedroom was soft, the music softer, a lovely touch that put you at ease as you sat down next to him on his bed. Yet Roman was a natural at calming your nerves and thankfully you didn't have many as everything about him felt right…especially his gentle hands on you as he massaged you, undressed you, and loved on you like his only goal tonight was your pleasure.

And that's because it was.

Once he finished writing love songs on your tender clit with his tongue, making you sing to him then, he crawled up your body and held you close as his long, wavy hair fell around your face, his lips on your face, too, as he kissed on you and whispered, "You ready, sweetheart? Don't worry, I'll be gentle…"

He was oh so gentle, dedicating his every touch to your comfort. Listening to your moans when he pushed here, studying how your eyelids fluttered when he lingered his thrusts there, and pausing altogether when it looked like you were about to pass out.

"You good, baby? Want me to stop?" Roman purred in your ear.

"No, Daddy. I can take it," you purred back and made him grin.

Now he had your wrists gathered in his big hands that he pinned to the bed as your bodies moved in sync, but he let you wrap your arms around his neck when your hips started to move on their own, winding, grinding, feeling everything, all of him, and seeking more.

It was that warmth spreading within you, that delicious friction from his slow thrusts on your spot that was now blossoming over all of you. You were untouched before you stepped into his bedroom, but you'd explored your own body before. You knew what felt good, what felt great, and Roman made you feel beyond that, somewhere between fucking amazing and euphoric.

"I'm close…" you hummed to him in a voice you weren't sure was your own. You felt like your pleasure lifted you from your body, your only tie to this realm was his heavy, luscious heat that surrounded you...and his even heavier, heady thrusts that anchored you and fastened you to the bed with pounding strokes. "Unhhhh, just like that…mmmn, I'm gonna cum," your hum rolled into a desperate sob.

"Give it to me…let Daddy feel it," Roman moaned to you, his sweet tone in your ears caressing you nearly the same way his strokes did as you ascended into something even sweeter. Your everything throbbed with saccharine bliss as you held him, trembled on him, whined for him, but savored every last drop of your pleasure for you.

You became selfish, riding out those warm, sweet waves until your soul returned to your body that Roman gripped in his hands, your eyes refocusing on his as he patiently indulged you.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," he grunted softly before his mouth covered yours for a hot kiss, his body hotter than before as you kissed him back with heated greed. He gave you everything you wanted tonight and yet you wanted more…you wanted him.

"Cum for me, Roman…cum, Daddy." No sooner than his name on your lips touched his as you kissed him, he gave it you. Now it was him singing your praises as he fell into that sweet, sweet bliss that made him shake in your arms.

When he finally pulled himself from your grip, your hushed breaths were in rhythm as both your chests heaved. Roman slowly reached for you and your head as you rested on him, feeling his heartbeat and your satisfied exhaustion as your eyelids fell shut.

Yet when he planted kisses on your face…then your chest…and finally your inner thighs, your eyes sprang open as you watched him gaze at your honey-coated lips with his tongue flicking across his.

"Mmnnn, Roman, please," you whimpered to him when the flicks of his tongue met your soft, sweet folds as he gently licked up your nectar, his hands delicately grasping your hips.

"I thought you said you could take it, sweetheart," he said with a husky moan from the taste of you on his tongue. And with another lick, he added, "I told you I'd be gentle…but I ain't tell you when I'd be done."

Your back arched up from the bed to meet his mouth and your hands shot down to meet his head, yanking at his hair with no real effort to remove him because he made it so good…he felt so good.

And you wanted to savor every moment of it as you knew tonight was one you'd never forget.

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And shout out to Roman for being an absolute menace and feeding us last night. 🥵

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Got Them Hands

🖤 Pairing: Ravena (black fem oc) x Roman Reigns 🖤 Warnings: 18+, NSFW, belt jiggling, slutty Roman Reigns smut :p 🖤 Word count: ~2,300

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"Have you acknowledged your Tribal Chief today?" Roman's voice was low, slow, and husky as he gazed into the camera lens of Paul's iPhone. Recording another TikTok for his millions of followers to sound off in his comment section with their praises.

Ravena stared off from the side a few feet away in the gorilla, holding her clipboard to her hip as she watched him work. She'd been on the job maybe a month and had worked with Roman a few times as an assistant Creative Writer, but each time she caught him backstage filming like this.

And each time she saw him drop his large hands to his waist where his big, gold championship belt rested snuggly on him, pulling it closer to his groin to tilt up and down as his long fingers grazed the glistening metal like he wanted to warm it up.

It made her smirk to herself with a slight roll of her eyes. Ravena was a lifelong fan of pro wrestling and saw many a hunk get sexy with their gold as their gimmick. A young Shawn Michaels came to her mind when he posed nude with his title belt for PlayGirl. But to see a man like Roman, usually all business and serious, so boldly finger his belt for everyone to see was a bit comical. It tore a little chuckle out of her once he finished.

"Is there any reason you touch your belt like that?" Ravena asked after he caught her judging him and approached her with a smirk of his own. He towered nearly a foot above her and crossed his arms over his broad chest like it was supposed to intimidate her. "Who are you tryna to tease?" Ravena added boldly, crossing her arms, as well, with her clipboard to her small chest and titling her chin up at him.

"Why do you ask?" Roman asked back, laughing. He licked his lips and it made her laugh, too, as she could tell he wanted the gesture to affect her. "Do you feel like I'm teasin' you?"

As many times as they've spoken, the quaint flirtation between them was always cut short with other obligations pulling them away. But it was the end of the night, and Roman seemed content getting bold with his flirtiness. And it did have an effect…

Ravena felt her heart skip a beat at him casting his pretty, brown gaze on her as he stood so close, looking and smelling so good, but she still sucked her teeth and playfully replied, "Nah. I was just curious."

"Curious about what?" Roman kept his eyes on her as his fingers found their way back to his snug belt, tugging at it slowly and making it land on the seat on his black joggers. Ravena had to rip her eyes away from the obvious meat he was hiding in them...

"Nothing." She met his gaze again and a naughty grin spread on his face. His eyes then flitted over her in her black cashmere turtleneck dress that clung to her curves and stopped just short of her black leather thigh-high boots. 

She tossed her fingers through her wavy micro braids that fell onto her back to hopefully disguise the tremble she felt…but when she looked down again to see Roman use the tip of his middle finger to trace soft circles around the top point of the diamond-encrusted "W" of his title, she could tell he noticed when his grin grew wider.

"Not makin' you uncomfortable, am I?" he asked smugly.

"Why would it make me uncomfortable? You must know that looks dirty," Ravena shot back.

"That's what my women like so I do it. I'm a pleaser." He licked his lips with that big, sly smile that made her roll her eyes again but grin.

"Your women, huh?"

"You know. My lovely fans. I know my demographic. I give 'em what they want," Roman boasted with his pretty, pearly whites.

"And you think they wanna see you doin' that?" Ravena scoffed, pointing at him with his fingers still teasing along with his belt. 

"Oh, I know it. And I know you do, too, 'cause you keep lookin'," Roman challenged her and they caught each other's heated gazes. She wanted to keep it professional but she was suddenly weak in the knees. "I mean, if you're wonderin'...my fingers work the same on skin. I give a meeean massage."

With those large, strong hands, Ravena knew he was likely telling the truth. It wouldn't be the first time she thought about his hands gripping on her, and she bit her plump, bottom lip as she thought to herself now, "Hmm. But where…?"

"Anywhere you want, sweetheart." Roman's deep, sensual voice made her tremble again, along with realizing she accidentally said that aloud. She wanted to hide her face in shame behind her clipboard, but she couldn't look away from his hot stare if she wanted to. He glanced around to check for lingering eyes before he dared to lean into her and put his lips right next to her ear to whisper, "Let me give you a massage. You look like you could use it."

"You tryna say I look stressed?" Ravena joked and lightly popped him on the forearm with her clipboard.

It made him smile as he said, "I'm tryna say you look like you need these hands…" before she ended up on the king bed at the back of his tour bus docked outside the venue. It was chilly out but he had the heat cranked on and the lights dimmed low as he lay at her side, his left hand cradling her cheek as he kissed her softly.

It was their first kiss since Ravena didn't let their flirtation on the clock get in the way of work. But she was clocked out, off duty, and ready to allow herself to unwind in his capable hands as he slipped her out of her dress and bra, gently rolled her onto her stomach, and kneaded the alleged stress out of her shoulders. 

Yet that massage only lasted as long as Ravena could hold in the little moan Roman threatened to push out of her with his skilled grasp and soft lips pressed to the back of her neck.

"Where else do you want my hands, beautiful?" he whispered with a warm breath on her skin, making the hairs on her nape stand up. She shook in his luscious grip as he acted like he could read her thoughts, his fingers massaging down her back until they cupped her round, chocolate-brown butt in her black, lace thong. Roman took a little bite, his teeth softly nipping at her skin before he tasted it with a lick to soothe where he made her flinch.

"Inside me," Ravena breathed with another moan into his pillow when he gave her another love bite and rolled off the fabric in his way.

He held her open with his big hand covering her entire left butt cheek as the middle fingertips of his right hand slowly spread open her moist lower lips, careful not to caress her where she craved it. Instead, Roman swirled those fingertips just low enough to tease the top of her clit before he skimmed past it all together to dip into her nectar.

"How did my massage get you all wet like this?" he asked haughtily as she moaned, only tapping at her little hole to gather more of her nectar that glistened on his fingers. "Been wishin' you was my belt this whole time, huh?" she heard him add before what sounded like him sucking his fingers.

“Nah...you’re just good with your hands,” Ravena replied honestly with a little giggle. She glanced back at him fascinating himself with her wetness as he lightly prodded at her slick hole again, and this time she caught him as he slid his middle finger onto his tongue. "Been wishin' you could taste me this whole time, hmm?" she teased him back and his dark, lusty eyes met hers.

"This ain't about me," Roman declared with a grin. "It's about you gettin' whatchu been wantin'..."

That's when he gathered her hips into his hands to roll her over onto her back before he crawled past her to sit against the headboard of his bed. His hands slipped under her arms to drag her to him so she sat against him. Ravena already felt cozy in the heated room, but his heat surrounding her felt even better. She let him hook both her thighs over his burly ones, spreading her wide open for him and making a tiny gasp escape her.

Another gasp rolled off her tongue as he slipped a hand around her throat while his other hand fell over her bare body, fondling both her breasts on the way down to her pussy that quivered in anticipation for his touch. Yet she still found the nerve to ask him, "And what do I want since you know everything?"

Ravena felt his breath on her cheek as he laughed, delaying his response as his thick middle fingers slowly, finally, pushed inside her and made her clench around them. He laughed again as she moaned noisily at just a couple of inches of him fitting snugly in her pussy as he nudged up on her g-spot. Roman waited for her to stop squirming in a stubborn effort to force him deeper as she realized he was stubborn, too, before he said, "You want me to make you cum...just like this."

He rocked his fingertips along her g-spot which was warm and throbbing now, still slow and steady strokes that made Ravena arch her back and push herself against his palm. She couldn't help but be greedy for more as he was right: She wanted to cum so badly and already he had her so close...if only he would just go deeper. 

"Why are you teasin' me, then?" she huffed in a desperate whisper, tempted to grab at his wrist and make him do what she needed. But as his soft lips trailed along her cheek with sweet kisses that ended with a flick of his tongue on her throat where his big hand didn't cover, it felt so lovely that she moaned...especially as he brushed his thumb over her clit with sweet, easy flicks that had her squirming again.

"That's what I do best, sweetheart. I thought you knew that?" She felt Roman's lips curl into a smile on her cheek as he spoke. And then she felt his fingers curl on her g-spot, thrusting still, still slow and steady yet hitting that spot over and over in perfect harmony with his thumb gliding up and down her clit. 

Ravena didn't hold back how good it felt, her raspy moans bouncing around his bedroom as she grabbed at his forearm on her chest for leverage. Her eyes shut as she felt the delicate orgasm that had been teetering on his fingertips start to rush fast and hard to the surface, compelling her hips to buck out of her control to meet Roman's fingers that he only now began to thrust in her faster and harder.

"Such a soft, sweet pussy..." he mumbled with a moan as Ravena pulsed around his fingers that dripped with her nectar. She was certain she felt a wet spot beneath her and on her back as Roman pulsed, too, his dick rock hard in his joggers with his pre-cum soaking through them and onto her skin. It made her moan more, infatuated with how aroused he was with such a simple act and yet aroused herself with how fucking delicious the simple act felt. She came hard in waves of hot, fluttering pleasure that only grew hotter as Roman encouraged her in heady whispers, "Cum, Ravena...cum for me...mmmn, there you go, sweetheart. That's it..."

It took her a moment to find her breath again from her moans tuckering out her voice—and Roman didn't help the matter as he kept working his fingers on and in her for as long as her whimpers and contractions lasted. He was patient, passing the time by holding her chin to kiss her lips with that slow, steady pace he seemed fond of and making her heart pound in her chest. 

"Fuuuckunhh, Joe..." Ravena murmured on his tongue as he took his time pulling his drenched fingers from her juicy grip to suck on once more. Her eyelids hung low as she was spent and amazed that she came so good and so quick from just his fingers. "I...I've never cum that fast before with someone," she confessed in a small, hushed voice, resting her head on his broad shoulder.

"I guess I got them hands," Roman purred in his low, slow, husky tone, the same one he used when making his TikTok thirst traps, and Ravena couldn't help but chuckle. He laughed, too, planting a kiss atop her braids as he added, "I'm available for massages of any kind whenever you want 'em, just so you know..."

"What if you need a massage?" Ravena brought her legs together and shifted around slightly to look up at him and his handsome face. His dick was still hard, pressed to her hip, and in need of attention, she was positive.

Roman's thick eyebrows raised at her question and he playfully uttered, "That depends...when can I get this massage?"

A playful smile of her own tugged at her lips as their gazes locked together. The heat filling his room had nothing on the heat rising all over again between them as she traced the outline of his hard-on with her pointer finger to make him twitch and moan to her before Ravena purred to him, "Right now, Daddy."

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Thanks for reading! 🖤

You know this man is my incubus when this fic came to me as a dream the other night. Lmao, he must be stopped! 😭

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