#the only things i have r that its jimmys internal thoughts as this is happening

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

combine the headcanon that jimmy is a normal dude thats slowly getting turned into a toy bcus of joel w/the headcanon that only i possess of automaton jimmy and what do we get. an already inanimate robot who’s Alive Where It Matters slowly losing the bits of living he has while also having to deal with his more complex functions shutting down and watching himself become more of an object each day 

[roman-reigns-princess]

Cat & Mouse (Roman Reigns): Chapter 5

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Warnings: nsfw/18+, thigh fucking (not to be confused w thigh riding), non-penetrative smut, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2154

A/N: I finally got around to writing some actual smut, surprise! Sorry it took so long

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She wriggled around in his arms until she found a position she liked, not that any position that involved her on top of Roman could ever be uncomfortable, but she wanted to tell Naomi about this, and she certainly couldn’t have Roman looking at her phone. While it may be a long journey for Roman, it was going to be a fun ride for her.

A pounding headache greeted Lyra when she woke up later that day, completely scrambling her brain. It wasn't till she tried sitting up that she realized that she wasn't in her room, and a shirtless Roman lay between her legs, his head resting on her naval.

He let out a low groan as she tried to slide out of bed. When she tried to wriggle away, he pulled her closer, wrapping his powerful arms around her and squeezing a little too tight.

"Ow, fuck, Roman, let go," she said, trying to push him off.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled, burying his face in her midsection.

She was even more sensitive today, so the slightest brush of his beard against her, even through the shirt, had her squirming and whimpering. She tried pulling his arms apart, tried pushing his shoulders, but whatever she did only made him squeeze harder and nip her side in irritation.

"God, what the fuck, Roman wake up," she grumbled, a blush rushing to her face at the thought of him biting other places. Slowly, she rocked them to try and push him over onto his back. After a few minutes she succeeded, and they landed on the edge of the bed with a soft thump. That seemed to jerk Roman awake as he sat up in a hurry, making her slide down onto his lap. "Really? THAT woke you up?"

He blinked up at her in sleepy confusion before he remembered the situation. He hastily unwrapped his arms so that he was no longer crushing her against him, but when she shifted a little, his hands involuntarily clamped down on her waist. She couldn't stop the smug smile that crept across her face as she realized she was basically sitting on his hard on.

"Need some help, big guy?" She asked, trying to bite back a giggle when he narrowed his eyes, a muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched it. She savoured the feeling of his bare skin against her palms as she slid her hands up his chest to give her better leverage. With a quick shove, she pushed him down; he growled up at her, his muscular chest practically vibrating under her small hands, but he made no move to stop her or change their position. She pushed her hips down against his, making him jerk up as he failed to bite back a groan. "C'mon, I just wanna play."

"T-this ain't a good idea, babe. Seth's already gonna have a fuckin fit when he finds out we shared a room after getting drunk," Roman's voice sounded strained. His eyes rolled back when she once again rolled her hips against him, his dick now completely pressed up against her heat through their clothes. "Don't wanna make shit worse."

"I can handle him and his temper tantrums," she insisted with a pout. Rather than respond, Roman flipped them over, and shifted off her in the blink of an eye. She sat up with a huff. "Fine, fine."

"You should go shower, tame your heat scent a little; that shit's like a natural aphrodisiac, 'specially to us Alphas," he said as he sat on the other side of the bed, his back turned to her.

"Don't seem to be working on your stubborn ass," she mumbled, not realizing she'd said that out loud until he tossed a grey shirt in her face.

"You can't talk, Ms I'm-gonna-get-drunk-during-my-first-heat-in-a-club-full-of-Alphas," he shot back. Pulling the shirt away, she gave him a venomous glare. "I'm just sayin, that ain't the smartest thing you've come up with."

She got up, grumbling to herself as she walked over to the bathroom. He was right of course, but she certainly wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her say that.

Roman chuckled to himself as Lyra slammed the door. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like getting her all worked up and flustered. Plus it was easier not giving in to his urges when she was mad at him.

Running his fingers through his hair, Roman wondered what he should do about the situation. He knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to throw Lyra onto the bed and mate her till she begged him to stop.

But given his status as Alpha, claiming her would only put a target on her back. Orton had already tried to get at her because he knew Roman cared about her.

On the other hand, claiming her as his mate would officially put Lyra under the protection of his pack, the Bloodline, and that would definitely deter a lot of people.

As he continued his internal debate, he dug out a bottle of Tylenol he kept in his bag, and grabbed one of the water bottles the hotel had left out. As he set them down on the nightstand next to the bed he noticed that Jimmy had left Lyra's cards on it. A couple moments later, Lyra walked out of the bathroom

"Take a couple tablets and drink the water, I'll brush my teeth real quick then we'll go get something to eat," he told her, jerking his head towards the nightstand as he made his way to the bathroom. "Jimmy must've come in while we were sleeping and left your cards there."

Lyra nodded, fingers massaging her temple as she walked past him to sit on the bed. It had felt so good brushing the taste of whiskey out of her mouth, and taking a hot shower to scrub away the stench of the club from her hair and skin.

But it left her feeling uncomfortably hot despite wearing nothing but the shirt Roman had tossed her. Even the bottle of water did little to help her as she chugged it along with two pills.

She lay down on the bed, trying to find a cool spot, but that wasn't helping either. Not only did the bed smell like Roman, but so did she after using his soap and shampoo.

She knew she shouldn't but with his scent overwhelming her senses, her animal instincts started to take over. She turned her head to the side to bury her face in the pillow that smelled like him as she slid a hand between her legs.

Her eyelids fluttered shut as her fingers circled her clit, her slick quickly coating her fingers as she tried to alleviate the growing ache between her legs. Slowly, she slipped a finger into herself, then another; biting down on the pillow to muffle her soft moans, she spread her legs wider as she began to pump her fingers faster, imagining Roman's fingers or tongue in their place.

Her other hand came up to cup her breast, her thumb brushing against her hardened nipple through the soft material of the shirt. She arched her back, her pleasure approaching its peak when she felt the bed dip around her.

Her eyes flew open as she gasped. She looked up to see Roman hovering above her, his eyes glowing a dangerous silver as he stared down at her with an intensity that made her heart thump loudly. A blush heated up her face as she glanced away; she was mortified, feeling like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"R-Roman, I-," she began, but he cut her off with a large hand over her mouth, his other hand reaching down to grab the wrist of her hand between her legs.

"When you're in my bed, you don't get to come until I say so," Roman's voice a low growl as he brought her hand up to his mouth; her breath caught as his tongue flicked out, licking upwards from her wrist to the tips of her fingers. "If you wanna come, you're gonna have to be quiet, we don't need anyone snitching on us, got it?"

She nodded vigorously, wondering if this was actually happening or if she was just having a very realistic dream. His eyes returned to their usual delicious warm brown as he let go of her, using one arm to prop himself up, while his other hand found its way to her thigh.

"Are you sure you want this, I don't wanna take advan-" Lyra grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. She squealed as he pushed forward into her, his body pressing her into the bed. He kissed his way down her neck, his fingers pushing the shirt up till her ribs were exposed.

"Of course I want this! Now, please shut the fuck up and make me come," she whined, making him laugh against her throat.

"What're the magic words?" he murmured, rutting against her heat.

"M-magic words?" she whimpered, pleasure clouding her mind. "P-please?"

"Please who?" He growled, one hand curling into her hair while the other drifted back down between her legs.

"Ah fuck, please, Alpha, please make me come," she begged as two of his fingers slipped between her slick covered lips.

"That's better," said Roman, slowly easing a finger into her, and then another, making her toes curl with pleasure as she arched into him. "Goddamn, you're so tight, baby, I can't wait to get in here tonight."

"T-tonight? Not now?" she questioned, trying to keep her train of thought as his fingers began to move.

"I wanna take my time fucking your brains out, Princess," he replied, his thumb massaging her clit while he sucked another mark to life on the side of her throat.

"But I want you to come too," she whined, reaching down to grab his cock through his shorts, inciting a loud groan from the Alpha on top of her. "Pleeeaase."

"Fuck, since you asked so nicely, I guess that can be arranged," he said before pulling away to stand up. Lyra sat up to get on her knees, but he shoved her back down with a hand, making her pout up at him. "I didn't tell you to move."

"Sorry, Alpha," she said, unconsciously licking her lips as she watched him take off his shorts. Her eyes widened as she watched him stroke himself; he was a lot bigger than she'd anticipated.

"You scared, baby? You ain't gonna quit on me, right?" He said, with a teasing smirk as he knelt on the bed between her legs.

"N-no," she stuttered, gasping softly when he grabbed her ankles to pull her to him. Her lips parted in awe and apprehension as he let his hard cock rest on her stomach, showing her just how far in he was going to go if he didn't bottom out before then. His smirk widened when he saw her expression, and he leaned in to give her a kiss.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you tonight," he said, his deep voice going soft for a moment. He pulled away momentarily to pull her legs up, her calves resting on his shoulders as he pushed her knees together. Lyra looked up at him in confusion until she felt him push his cock between her slick covered thighs.

"Oh," she gasped, her face heating up as he rubbed against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. He leaned in to kiss her, groaning against her lips when she squeezed her thighs.

Her fingers curled into his hair, trying to bring him closer to her as he fucked her thighs, his cock sliding against her pussy. He grunted as she bit his jaw harshly, sucking a mark to life; he was too close to the edge to stop her.

Instead Roman returned the favour, making her moan as he bit the side of her throat. He paused for a moment, his ears pricked up as he heard a familiar set of footsteps headed for their room.

"Why'd you-" Lyra began to whine till he covered her mouth with his hand and resumed his pace. Her toes curled as the pleasure reached its peak, making her moan into his hand.

"Can you come for me, baby? Come for your Alpha," Roman demanded, his hand slipped down to her throat so that he could give her a rough kiss.

Her body shuddered beneath him and she squeezed her thighs even tighter as her orgasm crashed into her. He let go of her throat to bury his face in it, cursing loudly as he came a few moments later. She moaned softly as she felt his cock twitching between her thighs.

He pulled away to look down at the mess he'd made on her stomach, a proud look on his face. The pride quickly turned back into lust as she swiped up a bit of his cum and licked it off her finger.

He moved to lean in again but froze when someone banged their fist against the door of their hotel room. Lyra squeaked in alarm, her heart racing as she finally noticed her brother's scent.