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roman reigns / punishment

x fem!reader word count → 2.2k summary → the tribal chief rarely has to punish you. but after you decide to backtalk him, you quickly learn that he has little patience for brats. notes → heard you freaks wanted more daddy roman reigns...don't say i never did anything for you ;) links → masterlist / taglist tags → unprotected piv sex, dom/sub, daddy kink, degradation, begging, overstimulation, orgasm delay, multiple orgasms, squirting, spanking

“Daddy, please.” Your voice was small, your words breathless as you struggled to stay balanced in Roman’s lap. You felt dizzy with arousal and exhaustion, the world around you hazy as you struggled to focus on your next words. “Please, I need…I need…”

“Shut up.” Roman’s voice was a low growl, his fingers digging into your hips so hard you knew they’d leave bruises. “You only got one job, slut. Ride.”

He tightened his grip against you and you whimpered, struggling to obey. The muscles in your legs were burning from how long he’d kept you here, your forehead beaded with sweat. You were trying your best to keep up with the pace he wanted as you bounced on his massive length, his cock nudging against your cervix with every movement of your hips. You weren’t sure you could keep up for much longer, your body trembling as you struggled to lift yourself up and ease back down.

“I can’t,” you whined, hating how pitiful your voice sounded, even to your own ears. “It hurts. Daddy, please.”

“You earned this, little girl.” Roman’s dark eyes were simmering when he looked up at you. “Hopefully this will teach you not to backtalk me.”

You whimpered at his words. “I’m sorry.” Your voice quivered, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “I didn’t mean it, Daddy. Really I didn’t.”

“Hm.” Roman didn’t seem convinced, his large hands reaching around to grab at both of your asscheeks. He squeezed them hard, causing your movements to falter as you continued to ride him. “I don’t think you’re sorry. Not really. Not yet.”

He smacked your ass so hard that you let out a cry, the skin burning from where his hand connected. “I didn’t say you could stop. Go on. You seem to know what’s best, so you do all the work. It’s what you wanted, right?”

You shook your head at his words, though you still obeyed, forcing your shaking legs to hold your weight as you moved up and down at his cock. Despite your exhaustion, you couldn’t deny the feeling of pleasure pulsing from your core, his massive cock rubbing against your g-spot with every movement. You were so wet that you could feel your own juices leaking out, coating the Tribal Chief’s dick and dripping down onto his heavy balls below. He’d already denied you twice, refusing to let you come since this was meant to be a punishment, not a reward. Your whole body was trembling with need, struggling to form a coherent thought as he continued to fill you so perfectly.

You slammed down on Roman’s cock with more force than you intended and you let out a moan at the feeling, scrabbling for purchase against Roman’s strong chest. “Daddy.” You gave him a heartbroken look, tears coating your long eyelashes. “Please. I’m sorry.”

Roman reached up to cup your cheek, your eyes fluttering at his touch. You couldn’t help but lean into it, your heart stuttering from just an ounce of his attention.

“I don’t know, baby.” He murmured, his other hand still gripping your hip tightly. “I thought you were my good girl. You know I don’t play with brats.”

You let out a small whine, trying your best to continue to move despite the burn in your muscles. “I am. I’ll be good. I promise.”

Another bounce on the Tribal Chief’s cock had your eyes rolling back into your head, your entire body beginning to tense again. You let out a broken gasp, the tears beginning to spill from your eyes.

“Please. I’m so close.” You gave your master a pleading look. “Can I come? Please?”

“No.” Roman’s next slap against your ass was harder, your skin now red and stinging. “Only good girls who listen to their Daddy and don’t backtalk get to come. And that’s not you, is it, brat?”

You couldn’t contain the small sob that escaped your lips, your movements stuttering. “Please. I can be good. I won’t do it again, Daddy. I promise.”

Roman’s gaze was made of steel. “Prove it to me. Ride my dick like a good girl and prove that you’re not just some untrained whore that I should send back onto the street.”

His words stung, but you knew you deserved them. You weren’t normally a brat. Normally you were obedient and sweet, eager to please your Tribal Chief and obey his every command. But something in Roman’s tone earlier today had caused you to snap at him. You couldn’t tell who was more surprised at your outburst, you or him, but it hadn’t mattered in the end. The Tribal Chief had no patience for brats, a point he’d made very clear when you first started your relationship.

“Is that what you want?” Roman asked, his tone harsh. “That why you talked back to me? You don’t wanna be my good girl anymore?”

You couldn’t hold back the tears now, sniffling pitifully as you struggled to keep your movements steady as you rode him. “Nooo, no, Daddy. I want to be good for you. I promise.”

Roman’s grip on your jaw turned punishing and you whimpered. “That’s right. You’re gonna be good for me. You’re not gonna be a brat anymore, are you, sweetheart?”

You were quick to nod, still trying to stifle your sobs. “I won’t, Daddy. I promise. Please, I’m so sorry.”

Roman released your jaw, reaching up to card his fingers through your hair. “We’ll see. Keep going, baby. Show me how sorry you are.”

You worked hard to obey him, small pants of breath falling from your lips as you struggled to ride. Your calves were burning, sweat continuing to bead on your forehead. Your skin felt hot and feverish, still thrumming with arousal as Roman’s cock continued to fill you so perfectly. You could feel the tension coiling inside you like a spring, but you worked hard to resist it. You wanted to be obedient. You wanted to be good.

But you could only go for so long. Eventually your movements began to slow, wheezing as you struggled to catch your breath. Your legs began to shake, your grip on Roman’s shoulders tightening as you tried to stay balanced. You struggled to keep your eyes open, exhaustion forcing them closed even as that low simmer of pleasure continued to unfurl from inside you.

“Aw, all worn out, baby?” Roman sounded amused, his hand tugging against your scalp to force you to meet his gaze. “Getting tired?”

You let out a distressed sound, still trying to find the strength to lift up your hips one more time. “I’m sorry.” Your voice came out as barely a whisper. “I can’t…please…”

Roman’s gaze softened. “Need your Daddy to take care of you?”

“Please, Daddy.” You slurred, your eyelids fluttering as he kept that dominant grip on your hair. “Can’t do it. Need you so bad.”

Roman chuckled, placing both of his hands on your hips to keep you steady as he began shallowly thrusting into your soaked hole. “So spoiled, aren’t you, baby? Always get what you want, don’t you?”

You were too far gone to notice the unfairness of his words, a low moan tearing from your throat as he began to pick up the pace. He held you up with an easy strength, his arms wrapped around your waist to bring you up to meet him with every thrust. You could feel that familiar pleasure creep up your spine again, your exhausted muscles beginning to shake with a new desperation.

“Please, Daddy,” you begged, throwing your head back as the Tribal Chief’s cock continued to assault your g-spot, his thrusts unfaltering. “Please, can I come?”

Roman laughed again, the sound mean. “Why would I let you come, slut? Do you think you’ve earned it?”

You weren’t sure. You weren’t sure of anything right now. All you knew was that you could barely keep your eyes open, the exhaustion and arousal turning your brain into mush as Roman kept up the pace, pounding into you with fervor.

“I…I don’t know.” You choked on a sob, trying so hard to hold off your release and be good for him. “I just…please, Daddy, I need to come so bad. Please!”

Roman reached around to smack your sore ass again and you groaned, your walls fluttering around his cock at the feeling. He laughed again, watching with amusement as you began to writhe in his lap, your tits bouncing with every thrust.

“If you’re really sorry…”

“I am!” You reached up to touch his handsome face, hoping that your teary eyes and heartbroken expression would show him just how sorry you really were. “Please, Daddy. Can I come? Please?”

“You beg so sweet, baby.” Roman cooed, pressing a kiss beneath your jaw. “I just can’t say no to you. Go ahead and come for me.”

Your orgasm hit you hard, the pleasure so good it left you breathless. You could feel your pussy spasm and convulse, milking the Tribal Chief’s cock as he continued to pound into you. You could hardly contain the sounds coming from your mouth: breathy moans and high-pitched whimpers that you would normally be embarrassed about. You were so far gone that you hardly noticed the little string of drool that had fallen from your open mouth, your vision blurry with tears as you struggled to focus on Roman.

“Shit, baby.” Roman’s voice sounded breathless, his grip against you tightening. “You look so pretty when you come. Such a good girl for me.”

You screwed your eyes shut as Roman continued to drill into you, his pace somehow quickening as he chased his own release. You could feel the overstimulation now, your body still trembling in the Tribal Chief’s arms.

“Please…” Your voice was wrecked. “Daddy…”

“Almost there, pretty girl,” Roman cooed, pressing another kiss to your sternum. “You can give me another one, can’t you?”

You shook your head, beginning to cry again.

“Daddy, no. Please, I can’t-”

“Yes, you can.” Roman’s tone left no room for argument and when you met his eyes again they were dark. “You can and you will. I can feel this slutty hole clenching around me. I know you want to.”

He wasn’t lying. His incessant pounding against your g-spot had a new burn unfurling inside you, the Tribal Chief’s perfect cock somehow able to wring every ounce of pleasure from your exhausted body. You gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into him so hard that you knew it would break skin.

Roman shifted his hips and you screamed at the feeling, his cock now aiming for your cervix with every thrust. You couldn’t remember the last time he was this deep, his pace punishing as he held you close. A new feeling was beginning to build inside you. It was unfamiliar, the overstimulation from your previous orgasm causing a new discomfort to prick at something deep inside you. You felt a small cramp, similar to a period cramp, but the new feeling didn’t stop. It didn’t feel like any orgasm. It felt like something else, something far more intense.

You struggled in Roman’s arms, your skin suddenly feverish. You’d never felt like this before.

“Daddy!” You gasped, trying to shift in his hold to change the angle. The feeling was too new, almost as excruciating as it was pleasurable. But Roman didn’t stop, his hands so tight against you that you couldn’t move even if you wanted to.

“Just let go, sweetheart.” Roman murmured, his hips stuttering against you - the sign that he was close. “Just let go.”

You obeyed.

With a loud cry, you squirted all over Roman’s dick, the spray coating his stomach and dripping down onto the floor below. Roman’s eyes widened at the sight, the vice grip your pussy had on his cock sending him spiralling towards his own release.

You felt a new warmth between your legs when he finally finished, his strong arms keeping you still as he continued to pump his load into you. You couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling, the overstimulation causing more tears to spill from your eyes. Still, you didn’t hesitate to spread your legs further, eager to take everything he had to give you.

He finally stilled, looking up at you in wonder. “Sweetheart,” His voice was low, his hand reaching up to trace your wet lips. “How long have you been hiding that from me?”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, suddenly embarrassed.

“No, no,” Roman cooed, cradling your jaw with his large hand. “You did so good, baby. Such a good girl for me.”

You couldn’t help but lean further into his touch, allowing him to wipe some of the tears from your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, your body still trembling in his lap. “I’m sorry I…”

“Shhh,” Roman was quick to shush you, pressing sweet kisses to your neck. “I forgive you, sweetheart. And you showed me you were sorry. I know you’re my good girl. Even if you keep little secrets like this from me.”

His tone was mischievous, his other hand reached down to touch the wetness on his stomach. You shifted in Roman’s arms, letting out a small whine at the feeling of him still inside you. The overstimulation had tears in your eyes again.

“Daddy, please,” you begged, still trying to twist out of his hold. “I need-”

“Hush, baby.” Roman interrupted, his hands suddenly tight against you again. “Your Daddy knows what you need.”

You realized with horror that he wasn’t pulling out, his cock somehow twitching back to life inside you. Roman’s smile turned wicked and your heart dropped at the sight.

“I think you can give me one more.”

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