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midwestmade29 · 3 months

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Cuffed 😏

This was a spicy request that I just couldn't turn down 😁 I hope I did it justice and turned it into something you will enjoy! This one is for you @madhatterbri 🖤

Disclaimers: Oral sex, unprotected sex, restrained with handcuffs, cursing, mention of injury. Read at your own discretion 🙃

Word count: 1,544

Divider by: Me 🙂

GIF is not mine

Side note: Yes, I know about the reports on Hangman's ankle. I'm not going to spoil anything for anyone in regards to it, but I'm aware that my story may or may not follow what's going on in the "real world." We just out here having fun 🤷🏻‍♀️🙂

You try something new to help distract your cowboy from his thoughts…

Last night, Adam had a big 6-man tag match that was pretty eventful to say the least! Everything was going well until the end, when he rolled his ankle after Samoa Joe tried to do a muscle buster on him. While you watched the events unfold on the monitor backstage, your heart almost stopped when Adam slid out of the ring and onto the floor. He was wincing in pain and urging the cameraman not to show him in his current state. The look on his face when he walked off limping and needing the assistance of Doc Sampson was very concerning! After being examined in medical, it was determined that he had a mid-grade ankle sprain and was sent home with specific instructions from Doc to ice it and stay off it as much as possible for a few days.

The next day you and Adam flew home, his ankle still sore and swollen. You did your best to ensure that he was following the doctor’s orders, but he was starting to get restless. You were sitting next to him on the couch catching up on the tv shows you missed while you were gone, when you noticed his mind was somewhere else. You scooted closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder, “Just a few more minutes with the ice, and then you need to keep it elevated. Can I get you anything?” Adam only sighed and shook his head “no,” prompting you to get to the bottom of his somber mood. “What’s wrong, baby? What’s on your mind?” “I’m just frustrated. This injury couldn’t have happened at a worse time, you know? The PPV isn’t that far away, and I can’t miss it,” he explained while running his fingers through his hair. “I just hope I’m good to go by then,” You were going to offer some words of comfort, but Adam stood up and started to walk away. “Where are you going?” your voice was laced with concern. “I know I’m supposed to sit, but I just can’t. I’m going to take a shower.”

You had high hopes that the hot water would offer Adam some relief from his thoughts, but when you walked into the bedroom you were sadly mistaken. He was leaning up against the headboard with his towel still wrapped around his waist, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. “Hey, feel any better?” you whispered in his direction. Adam tossed his phone onto the bed and sighed, “Not really. I wish there was a way I could shut my brain off,” You were walking towards him, lost in your own thoughts about how you could cheer your cowboy up when something silver and shiny caught your eye on the dresser. A mischievous smile crept across your face as you picked up 2 metal objects and tossed them on the bed in Adam’s direction. “What’s this?” he asked while reaching towards the objects. “Handcuffs? What are these even from?” Instead of taking a seat next to him on the bed, you straddled his lap, causing his towel to shift underneath you. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck and spoke softly, “Well, they were a gift for a bachelorette party I went to last week, but I forgot to put them in the gift bag. I was going to return them, but now I have a better idea,” Your words made Adam’s eyebrows raise in surprise and his lips to part in curiosity. “I see. So, what’s your idea then?” You brought your lips next to his ear and spoke low and slow, “Let me handcuff you. I’ll take care of you and help you relax. No touching, no thinking. Only feeling,”

A quick conversation and some ground rules later, Adam surprised you when he agreed to let you handcuff him! He needed the distraction from his injury, and you wanted to provide exactly that for him. “Get comfy and raise your arms,” you instructed. With 2 clicks, Adam’s hands and wrists were securely bound to the bedframe. You couldn’t help but chuckle when he tugged on the handcuffs and they rattled against the metal frame, “Are you ready, baby? Just sit back and let me give you a show," With a peck on his lips, you backed up from him and he watched your every move. You pulled your shirt up your torso and over your head before tossing it on the floor, placing your hands under the waistband of your pants and sliding them down your legs. When your breasts sprung free from your bra, you could’ve sworn you heard Adam curse under his breath! Once your panties joined the rest of your clothes on the floor, you stood at the end of the bed causing Adam to forget momentarily that he was restrained until the clank and clang reminded him. “Be good for me and I’ll let you go. If not, I guess you won’t be laying a finger on me tonight...”

You positioned yourself in between Adam’s thighs, undoing the twist he had on his towel that was keeping it securely in place. His hard length was set free when you pulled the towel away, both of you were more than ready for you to dive in. He sucked in a sharp breath when your lips made contact with his tip, planting kisses all around it. You drug your tongue up the vein, making Adam squirm and strain against the handcuffs. You took every inch of him inside your mouth and began working your magic. His pants and soft moans filled the bedroom, encouraging you to continue exactly what you were doing! “Fuck, Y/N! That pretty little mouth of yours, taking me so well! If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum down your throat!” You had no intention to stop or slow your pace, even when Adam warned you one last time. His body shuddered against you when he came, the handcuffs forcefully clashing against the headboard. He was a panting mess as he tried to catch his breath, making you smile as you wiped the corners of your mouth! “Are you going to release me?” Adam asked breathlessly. You maneuvered your way up the bed and straddled the cowboy once again, biting and kissing his neck while murmuring against it, “Release you? I don’t think so! At least, not right now baby. I’m not done having my way with you just yet,”

It didn’t take long for Adam to harden under you while you kissed him and spoke filth into his ears. You positioned your entrance on top of his length and began lowering yourself down on him. You groaned into the air with every inch you took inside of you. His cock stretched you in the best way, filling you completely when you rocked yourself against it. “Shit! You feel s-s-so good, Y/N! Yes, just like that baby,” Adam encouraged. Between the sound of your bodies connecting, the cursing and moans, and the sound of metal scraping against metal, there was no denying that the two of you were enjoying yourselves! The pressure deep inside you continued to build, just begging to be released with each rock of your hips. “I’m so close Adam! So, fucking close!” you cried out. He began thrusting himself inside of you, hitting new spots that drove you wild! You could tell that he was losing himself in pure ecstasy too when he begged you to set his hands free, “Undo the handcuffs, Y/N! Please, I…fuck! I need to touch you!” There wasn’t a lot of time to spare as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer, so you gave the handcuffs your best try when you attempted to undo them! Unfortunately, the “easy release lever” wasn’t so easy to use after all! “Adam, I-I can’t get it! I can’t undo them!” you said in a pleasure filled panic. Your cowboy wasn’t about to let anything hold him back from touching you, so he pulled and tugged the handcuffs with incredible force, causing the little chain links to bend and break! “Oh my God!” you gasped when you saw one broken handcuff on each of his wrists. His hands were now gripping your hips tightly and the dangling metal lightly scraped against you as your orgasms ripped through each of you! You collapsed onto his chest from the intensity of it, and he wrapped his arms around you. You moaned and hummed against his bare chest as you welcomed each wave of pleasure that continued to crash over you.

Once you were steady, you removed yourself from him and rolled over onto your side of the bed and began to giggle at the mess you had made of Adam, “I cannot believe you broke the handcuffs!” you playfully scolded. “How are your wrists? Are they okay?” It took a few seconds for him to respond since he was still coming down from his high, but what he said only caused you to laugh more, “My wrists are fine, baby. Obviously, the handcuffs are not, and I can’t guarantee the headboard is either. But what I can guarantee is we will be purchasing new ones so I can use them on you next…”

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thesamoanqueen · 2 years

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Typa Girl

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: SMUT; Oral sex (female receiving); Spank kink; Hair pulling; errors after errors after errors after errors after errors...

A/N: I missed an appointment last week, but I wrote more than usual... requested by @nayys-world , Roman coming out of the shower with a low towel on his hips, a great classic (set in Riyadh). Hope you like it sis~

With the sound of the shower tapping on the marble, he paused to watch the city slowly awaken with him, the silhouette of the stadium in the distance and the sandy haze clouding what lay beyond. There was a strange light, a play of colors that became brighter with each passing minute and was reflected on the white surfaces of the bathroom. He leaned his head against the wall and stood there for a while, with his eyes closed, the water running hot on his skin and sticking his hair to his forehead. After a plane ride like that and a busy evening like the previous one, it took more than a couple of hours of sleep - less than it could have been - but the shower was slowly doing its job and Roman took advantage without haste, enjoying that morning break that was often denied him.

He had interviews to do, people to hear and see, Paul would join him at lunchtime with the jet and then there would be training inside the stadium. The ring had to be checked and he already knew that in the end he would have to change in a hurry, to attend some dinner with a dozen wealthy Arab heirs who would nod to his answers with the same expression as a group of Kentucky Derby gamblers. He was used to that attitude, he didnt blame them, on the other hand the competition in which he would take part had as its first and main purpose that, to give those people one more reason to continue to shell out exorbitant sums to see them and to see him, to the joy of the executives and his bank account, they were willing to bring out surreal sum. But before his bustling PPV routine began, Roman had an empty couple of hours and was more than willing to take advantage of them.

He ran a hand over his face, the damp air from the shower smelled of lotions he had used to wash himself and his muscles had finally relaxed thanks to the warmth of the water. He enjoyed that sensation for a few more minutes, before reaching the sink and retrieving a towel to wrap around his hips. The fabric was soft against the skin and Roman took another one to pat his hair, passing it after he finished, on the huge mirror with golden edges that replicated his figure. He smoothed a little of the beard that had grown on the sides of his face, tied his hair and opened the bathroom door again. The blinding light of the city hit him in full, unexpected and brilliant, filtering through the huge windows that had been darkened for the night when he woke up.

He had left them closed before going to the bathroom, to allow her to sleep more, which only meant one thing...

He turned to look at the bed, the sheets were unmade, the pillows where shouldn't have been. The clothes from the previous night were still lying on the armchair, a pair of hotel slippers had ended up under the small table with the flowers. But Y/N wasn't there.

Just the idea that she had slipped away while he was taking a shower, gathering her things as if she had been in any dude’s room for a one night stand, made him mad. He hated the idea of not having her for himself at all times and more time passed, more they continued, more difficult it became for him to hold back, but he could do nothing at that point. With the mood already mounting, he wrinkled his nose and ran a hand over his face in an attempt to physically get rid of that feeling, a useless operation that was better managed by the noises coming from the living room of the suite. They were muffled and Roman, looked distractedly at the alarm, perhaps the reception had sent someone to anticipate him in his requests... not intending to get dressed early, he reached the threshold with a distracted look, ready to send away anyone who had entered, but he stopped abruptly as his eyes spotted a familiar figure.

He would have recognized those legs anywhere and from every angle.

On her stomach, with her bare calves swaying distractedly in the air, Y/N had taken possession of one of the couch, his Ipad in her hands and a bowl of fruit beside her. She had tied her unmade hair into a ponytail and a sudden, pleased smile appeared on Roman's face as he recognized one of his shirts on her. It was too big, one of those Bloodline merchandise the federation sent him every day to drive sales, but it fit her and it was his.

He had tried to slow down, hold back and keep that an occasional affair, but Y/N made it impossible for him and that, that moment, was all he wanted now. He wanted her with him, day and night, he wanted to be able to reach out and touch her knowing he didn't even have to look for her, he wanted to fall asleep without the thought of knowing where she was - or with who -, he wanted her for himself, with him.

An amused breath escaped his mouth, seeing her move on the couch just enough to unintentionally uncover a portion of her beautiful ass and the sight of her lacy blue lingerie was enough to make him snap.

- Y’ready for another three-star match, Tribal Chief? - Y/N greeted him, without even turning around, while Roman sat down next to her.

- Three? - he asked, not so interested. One arm on the cream-colored backrest and his other hand stroking her leg.

- Dave doesn’t like it, I guess ... - she mulled distractedly, scrolling through news after news with her fingers.

That was not the news of the day, but the routine. The only news around was her, still in his room and without the apparent intention of leaving.

- Dave doesn't like a lot of things he watches - he commented distractedly, as Y/N turned over on the couch, the screen still in front of her face.

- Hum… - she nodded - Few moves, trivial and badly dones. I’ve heard these things before.

- Is not about the moves, its the outcome.

- You might try something different? - she tried, letting go of the iPad to look at him.

A hand to caress the soft skin of her thigh, Roman already had his eyes on her, he had them since he crossed the threshold and he would not take them off her for the next three hours, even at cost of forcing her to stay. He saw her look at him quickly, her eyes wandering over his bare chest and slowing down for a moment on the towel he had tied to his hips and which, due to the movements of her legs, had slipped lower than it should, before climbing up to his face.

She was a fucking delight, he would have eaten her alive.

- Like you with my T? - he asked in a low tone, feeling the consistency of her thighs and her withdraw them slightly, her expression wavering just for a second before attacking.

- I heard the door open, I didn't know was already morning

He would have preferred to hear her say that she wanted something of him, but Y/N was not that kind of woman, she would never have given him the satisfaction of admitting that and it was true, in the hotels of that country he had never bothered to pick up the phone to make half a request.

- There's no one now and you 've still got too many clothes on - he complained, looking down at what she was denying him.

- Do you want your T back? - Y/N teased him instead, tugging on the shirt little and Roman rocked back his head, grabbing her ankle to pull her closer.

- Im not talkin about the T.

- I have nothing else.

- Spread those legs babygirl - he ordered, seeing her plant her eyes on him, her breath blocked.

The way she could speed him up in seconds was dangerous and even more dangerous that she could keep up with him smoothly. He had been with enough women to recognize in most cases who was in front of him, but Y/N... Y/N was another category. She was an assault platoon alone and she gave him yet another confirmation, when rather than go along with him she thought it best to raise her legs. She was able to go from rolling around with a tablet on the couch, chatting about comments and statements, to taking off her lingerie on her own and even putting on a show.

He watched her take it off her tiptoe, abandoning it in the chair along with the iPad still open on the umpteenth idiocy about him. Her center, soft and already wet, in full view and Roman licked his lips, passing an arm under her back to lift her towards him without waiting for anything else.

He liked that stuff, he'd always been looking for someone who wasn't just a faded memory or not, but with her, he touched another level. He had been hanging in the balance for too long and when they finally crossed the line, it felt like drinking after a thirsty life. There was nothing else capable of attracting his attention like she did, nothing that catalyzed his thoughts to the point of becoming an obsession, nothing that could turn his stomach and excite him like seeing her ready for him.

His body seemed to charge just by touching her and the sound of her moans was all he wanted to hear for the rest of his days.

- No commitments today? - Y/N asked, while Roman placed her legs on his shoulders, a hand firmly under her buttocks and the beard that was already rubbing on the skin of her thighs.

- This my only commitment - he roared in response, two fingers making their way inside her, pushing her to arch her back with a moan - what's wrong, babygirl? Tough you liked teasing.

She made him feel powerful the way her body reacted to his attentions and he wanted more, he wanted it all.

He twisted his wrist to explore better her insides, her walls embracing his fingers and he bent one over, touching her sweet spot and placing his thumb on her clit. Avoided applying pressure, enjoying her hot breath and the wet sound her pussy made with every movement, even the most subtle. Slowly, he slipped in another finger, spreading her wide enough to make her groan and an amused smile twisted his mouth as he watched her writhe for something more.

- Roman... - he heard her complain, her hips spinning.

- Hm? - a kiss and another on her legs.

- Faster.

- Always so needy, im trying to be a gentlemen - he laughed, pulling out his fingers and Y/N gave him a look, her foot pressing on his shoulder blades to keep him closer.

- N-not when im naked.

He knew what she liked and was always more than happy to please her, but not doing it was part of the game and having control over her was something he didn't want to give up. She could carry on with that attitude as long as she wanted, but in the end she would not be able to put two words in a row and the very thought of it made his cock throb, causing him to lower between her legs with his forehead frowned.

- Ssh, let me do my work babygirl - he inspired, her scent was intoxicating and he found himself closing his eyes, the warmth of her body surrounding him.

He rubbed his nose against her, breathing deeply and gave a long lick, feeling her vibrate against his tongue. Her moods were fucking sweet and a smug growl escaped his chest as he stretched his mouth wide to suck her soft lips, throbbing flesh. Y/N moaned, her back lifted under his big arm, her legs tightening her grip, trying to get him closer and Roman squeezed, hand planted on her soft buttock. He wrapped his tongue around her button, moving it from side to side, amid Y/N's muffled moans and twisted his head, digging his tongue into her moist slit to collect her moisture. Her folds were soft, throbbing and he flattened his tongue, tasting without haste, his mouth already kneaded with her juices that slowly began to mix with his saliva, sliding on his beard.

- R-ro! F-fuck! M-more… - Y/N whimpered and her fingers tightened in his hair, trying to grab what she could.

- Mmh… you taste like a fuckin candy - he growled, licking his mouth to return to devote himself to her.

Her nails were pulling out his bun one black strand at a time and with her knees pressed behind his head, he had little leeway, but he didn't care. All that mattered at that moment were the muffled moans of her body and the hunger that was building up in his stomach, one lick after another. He sucked hard, holding one of her lips between teeth and forcefully insinuated a finger, gathering what he could before cleaning it with a sound of approval. A sticky trail remained on the side of his hand and he looked up at Y/N, with one hand on her breast wrapped around his shirt, looking at him out of breath and with wet eyes.

He would have ruined her for himself and for no one else.

- R-Roma-ahn! - he almost heard her scream, remaining only with her shoulders resting, when he pinched her bundle of nerves and then stroked it with his thumb.

- Are you ok, babygirl? - his voice hoarse for her and two fingers crawling inside, pumping slowly up to his knuckles -… is this pace good enough? - he inquired, rubbing her thighs with his wet beard.

Y/N shook fast her head, her belly contracted and a lip between her teeth. He slowed down again, just touching her with his tongue to collect the liquid that was dripping on his wrist and she closed her eyes, a moan and another, making his cock throb. It was hard, his tip was now rubbing against the towel almost painfully, but it wasn't time yet, not yet. So he also deprived her of his fingers and for a second he watched in raptures at the show of her moist center huddling around nothing, before licking again, outside and then inside, again and again.

- S-Stop it! - Y/N wriggled into his arms, her hands planted against Roman’s head to push him away.

- Be still... - he warned her, widening his mouth to suck her as much as he could.

But it wasn't enough, he knew it and he felt it from the way Y/N's body was now writhing, her orgasm slowly mounting, burning her without making her explode.

- Lemme g-go-! Ro, n-no! - she protested in a broken voice, legs trembling.

Roman gave no sign of having heard it, securing her against his bare chest with downcast eyes.

- R-Romahn… ah, s-sto-stop! N-no like th– she squeaked, pushing, but to get enough pressure she would have to hold the position and her body was out of control.

He licked again, deep, feeling her burn and throb around his tongue. A streak of humor dripped onto his chest, watering onto the stretched tablecloth that was now forcing him and Roman felt something else dripping onto his testicles for the pleasure, accompanied by a hoarse moan.

He could have gone on for the rest of the day, just to have that, to feel her shaking from his attentions, but her walls were throbbing uncontrollably, she was on the verge of orgasm and so he stopped, suddenly, without warning, letting her fall back on the couch. He watched her gasp with her eyes closed, face contracted, her forehead sweaty and he ran a hand over his boner, without discretion or calm, relieving the throbbing of his tense flesh for a second. He shook his head from side to side, hungry and stood up, grabbing her weight to lift her, while Y/N opened her eyes again.

- Whatcha d-doing? - she asked bewildered, feeling herself carried away to the table.

Someone from the hotel had made it for breakfast, but that wasn't what he wanted to use it for, not at the moment. He held her tightly, her back pressed against his side and with one hand he made space between plates, glasses and the selection of preferences they had been made available to him. Y/N continued to watch him in silence at work, her hands clasped on his muscular arm that held her until he undressed one side of the table and pulled her away from him, giving her a slap on the ass that made her jump.

- Bend over - he ordered and Y/N looked him over her shoulder, her expression amazed.

He hadn't really hit her, but it was new and judging from her face, it couldn't have happened many times in her past. Maybe never?

- Dont give me that look. Bend over, im not kidding - he repeated impassively, hitting in the same spot with a little bit more force.

Y/N jumped again, but her hands still landed on the table. Roman watched her bend over it, legs wide apart and one cheek resting on the wood and a new rush of adrenaline rushed through him, a smirk on his lips as he stroked her round ass.

She was so perfect, there in full view for him... she was his, at that moment more than any other, inside that hotel room, away from their busy lives and always under surveillance.

He leaned down to kiss the portion of skin uncovered by the shirt, between her neck and shoulder, feeling her rub against his hard cock, her body still vibrating despite the interruption he had obliged and he got up. Not feeling him on her anymore, Y/N just turned around, peeking and shaking instinctively, seeing him undress the towel to grab his hard-on. It was swollen, throbbing and a low growl rumbled in his throat as he rubbed the wet tip on her entrance, making her tremble. He grabbed her by her hip, repeating that operation again, not enough pressure to penetrate her, but just enough to dirty himself with her moods and Y/N stirred on the table, strangled moans gushing from her lips with each contact.

- Faster. Harder... - he remembered, rubbing under her folds, to press on her bundle of nerves.

Y/N tried to straighten up again, more by instinct than by a real will to get away from him and Roman put a hand on her hair, grabbing her ponytail to hold her down on the table. Another slap on her ass.

- … ahn…! - he heard her moan, hips moving continuously with excitement.

- Is that what you want, babygirl? Hm? - he questioned her after a new slap, the tip pressing against her entrance and her center slowly pulsing around nothing, trying to grab it.

- R-Ro...

She was so horny at that point and Roman could have said the same.

- Don't worry, I'll take care of you - he assured her in an husky growl, before pushing himself inside her without waiting any longer.

Y/N squeezed her hands with a moan, trying to keep herself where she could, but unless she threw down the whole table there was little that she could be of help and on the other hand she didn't have a real need. Choked by her walls that throbbed ready for her orgasm, Roman held her pressed to the wood, one hand squeezing her side and the other wrapped in her hair, his eyes closed and his tongue running over his lips. She was tight and wet, he couldn't hold back and his hips pushed hard, sinking inside her where he knew and after the torture he had subjected her to, Y/N crumbled under him, trembling with a cry for her climax. He felt her tighten and throbbing, her body vibrating with pleasure and he started hammering, not giving her time to get off her orgasm. Her hands tried to reach him, one of her closed around his wrist as the other wandered into nothing and Roman picked up the pace, pounding her thrust after thrust, his boner getting stiffer on hers inside stretching her without respite. Roman looked down under him, where their bodies continued to collide and growled excitedly, seeing the walls of her holding him in a wet grip that dripped moods everywhere and pulled her up a little, making her moan deeper.

- Hmm ... g-good girl... you're so-wet ...

- P-Plea-se… again p-please! - she begged, hips swaying to meet his rough thrusts.

- T-take me so well… - he throws, pulling her on one leg, to sink better.

This new angle made him sink to the base of his manhood and the sound of his balls banging against her echoed in Roman ears along with the uncontrolled moans of Y/N. She could scream as much as she wanted inside that room and Roman was more than willing to take advantage of it. He lowered his head, closing his eyes for a long moment and pumped in and out of her without holding back, crushing her with his weight, his boner throbbing in her and her walls choking him. Losing track of time, he let himself go inside her, his heart racing and his mind clouded, focusing only on the sensation of warmth rising up in his belly, his tense muscles and his cock smashing into her walls.

His world was reduced every single time to that, the incessant search for the comfort of her body, the curve of her hips, her skin under his fingers and those walls that gripped him to exasperation as if it were the first time.

- T-There! P-pleease… ah!

Merciless and tireless, he penetrated her harder, faster, hips clashing fast against her, frantically searching for another contact. He had the sensation of being sucked inch by inch, his nuts tense and grimy with her humours that made him slide relentlessly, dirtying his entire length so that he hit her where her center was more sensitive.

- God! Y-you feel a-amazing… s-so tight! Y-yes - he growled, breathing hard and with sweaty body.

Y/N was shaking now, her fingernails stuck in his wrist and her mouth wide open in a continuous moan. She pushed herself on the toe and then also took off the other foot from the ground, Roman who was now holding her by the hips hammering without restraint, heedless of the not very encouraging sound of the table on which it had overturned who knows what and their moods dripping on his legs. He squeezed her ponytail, making her tilt her head back and lowered himself on her, kissing her temple, before increasing the pace even more, the boner that tensed. It was close and Y/N was on the verge of coming again, he could feel it from the warmth of her center, from the way her breath locked with every stroke of his tip against her sweet spot. He pushed again, sank into her walls, opening her for himself and no one else.

- R-ro... ah... I-I...R-ro! - Y/N cried, the scent of her filling his lungs.

- I-Im r-right t-there… c-cmon… c-come for me! - he encouraged her, swaying frantically against her, eyes focused below him, where she was holding him - come on t-this c-cock -

Y/N moaned just for a few more moments, before suddenly stiffening, her center vibrating and quivering with the spasms of her climax, his name continuing to gush out of her mouth between the thrusts. Roman leaned over her, an arm under her to rub between her skin, the T and the table, insisting on sinking even when it all became too much at the feel of his bulge. His mind was completely white for a moment and his hard-on suddenly tensed, releasing one hot gush inside her after the other, hips continuing to hammer her and push him deeper. He growled into her back, abs tense and veins throbbing, seeing his cum dripping from her entrance, dirtying them both and something in his lower belly snapped, prompting him to sink relentlessly at the sight.

Over and over, more, until he found himself fumbling with nothing left to give her, a shiver running down her spine as he loosened his grip on her and tried to hold them both without collapsing on top of her. He rubbed his face on her back and stood for a long moment with his forehead pressed to the shirt that was now stuck to her skin from the sweat, before rising with a rough breath and leaving her with a moan. Roman looked at his boner, dirty of both of them and ran a hand over his forehead, waiting for Y/N to get up, placing her feet on the ground uncertain for an moment. He held her against him, dragging her into an couch, to collapse with her in his lap and he felt her kiss his cheeks, his jaw, to comfort him before resting her head against his shoulder. He closed his eyes, arms firmly wrapped around her body, her clenched legs pressing on Roman side and a surreal silence to lull them both. The scent of the lotions he had used for the shower had irremediably mixed with sex scent and Y/N’s scent and he rubbed his face against her head, kissing her softly through her messy hair.

That ponytail had been a dangerous choice, at least as much as putting on his shirt. But if it weren't for that, it would have been her legs, the sight of her on the couch, and any other pretext that made him snap. He was not the kind of man who told lies to himself, he knew perfectly well what he was doing and Y/N was not something he would give up or hold back for.

He stroked the back of her neck, a few strands again hopelessly curly from her sweat and he kissed her again, feeling her pull up her head to look at him.

- A spank? Seriously? - she asked with a fake serious expression, voice still uncertain.

- I was trying something different, you advised me - Y/N shook her head, before she straightened up a bit.

She slipped her arms around his neck and with a satisfied smile, Roman rubbed his lips against hers, foreheads touching and his hands running on her hips again.

- I liked it… and that thing with my hair. - she admitted softly, but without shame, and he nodded.

- I know.

- And do y’know what I would like now? - she said, without really giving him time to answer - your shower 'cause y'owe it to me - she established with a smile, getting up with legs firmer than before to leave him on the couch.

But Roman had no intention of sitting or reading at the time any online news about him before the PPV. He glanced sideways at the iPad that kept turning on for notifications and got up with a noisy breath, quickly reaching her in the bedroom to catch her by the hips and pull her up.

- Roman I really need a shower - Y/N laughed, not bothering to try to escape.

- We’ll take a shower. In the end.

- In the end?!

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