🦢🤍 training
pairing: roman reigns x fem! reader warnings: alternative universe?, fingering, slight size kink, daddy kink, reader is a virgin but not inexperienced, soft! dom with hints of mean!dom a/n: i havent written in two years so let this be my intro back to smut🐰 1457 word drabble
He’d been so patient.
Too patient, really. Especially for a man like him. Someone with rings like weapons and eyes that cut straight through fabric. Someone who hadn’t waited for anything in his life. But with you? It seems all he did was wait.
And watch.
Those soft little skirts you wore around him. The way your thighs squeezed together when he walked into the room. How your breath would catch every time his tattooed hand grazed your back or when his soft lips pressed your forehead, always so gentle and careful with you.
He hadn’t even really kissed you yet. Not properly at least. Not how he wanted to kiss you.
But tonight… something shifted. During dinner you started off seated across from him, but as the night went on and the disgustingly expensive glasses of wine were getting topped off, you shifted to sitting right next to him. Curled up into his natural warmth, the slight buzz and his manly scent creating a headiness as you melted against him. Your fingers played with the black diamond chain around his neck as he paid the bill.
After dinner, he held your hand in his and walked you toward his driver waiting for both of you. He locks your seatbelt in for you and kisses your forehead as you roll your eyes at his excessive babying. He smirks and makes his way around the car, settling in next to you as the driver pulls into traffic.
Now? Now you’re on his bed. Still in the slinky dress you wore to the nice steakhouse he took you to. Except now it’s hiked up around your waist with nothing underneath. You blink at him with those hazy, innocent eyes like you don’t know how you look right now. Your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, stomach slowly rising and falling, thighs clenched together doing a very poor job of concealing how wet you are.
He’s not waiting anymore.
“Spread your legs, baby,” Roman says quietly, voice deeper and rougher around the edges than you’ve ever heard it.
You hesitate for just a second, cheeks burning with shyness and heat all at once. But the softest kiss to your knee makes you shiver. And then you open up for him. Slowly. Nervously. Like a gift being unwrapped for the very first time.
“There she is,” he breathes, “Fuck.”
Your thighs tremble as he talks in the sight between them and the urge to cover how embarrassingly wet you are takes over. But his hands are so firm on your knees he doesn’t even register your weak attempt at modesty.
He hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re already soaking. His eyes flash with something you’ve seen a few times before and his big hand comes to gently press on your tummy, just enough to make you feel his weight.
“You dripping, sweet girl?”
Your voice comes out weak, shy and desperate, “Mhmm. I’m… I’m sorry.”
A smile takes over his bearded face as his eyes look up at yours and he presses a kiss to your nose. “Don’t be sorry baby, all this for me huh?”
You nod again, smaller this time, with a stutter in your chest as his thumb brushes over your waist.
“Gonna let Daddy touch you now?” He whispers against your lips, brushing against them with each syllable. His teeth gently tug on your pouty bottom lip, eliciting a soft breath from you as you whisper, “Please.”
And when his fingers finally find the mess between your thighs, he groans. As if he’s the one being touched.
Your head drops back against the pillow as his fingers continue to lazily trace up and down your folds.
“This pussy’s so soft, baby. So fuckin’ wet already.” He murmurs, completely transfixed by the sight of his fingers against your puffy folds.
He doesn’t push in yet. Just gently circles your clit with the pad of his finger. Slow and patient and calculated as he watches your face shift with pleasure. How your lips part to let those breathy hiccups escape, how your hips shift to chase more, how just the pad of his thumb has a whole new wave of slick coating your thighs.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this,” his voice rumbly and consuming as he kisses your cheek, your temple, your jaw. “No idea how hard it’s been for me to be patient with you. Everytime you teased. Everytime you bratted. Everytime you begged for attention without saying anything. I kept my hands to myself. Because I’m a good man huh baby? Daddy’s patient.” His thumb moves with more purpose now as he nips your jaw. “But I can’t be patient anymore.”
You’re trembling now, thighs trying to close again, but he just tuts and uses one hand to keep both your thighs out of his way while his finger finally slips lower.
You can feel him pressing gently against your entrance, not even halfway in, and still your whole body arches with a sharp, “Daddy-”
“Fuck,” he breathes again, enamoured by his middle finger pressing inside you as you greedily suck him in despite struggle to take the unfamiliar stretch. “She’s tight, baby. Too fuckin’ tight.” His breath comes heavy as his own erection strains against his slacks.
“M sorry,” you gasp, nails digging into his strong tattooed forearm, the stretch of his finger making your mind spin.
“Nah,” he whispers, “you weren’t made for just anybody, baby. You were made for me.”
He finally pushes in, thick finger getting deeper inch by inch while your cunt clenches helplessly around him. “There you go,” Roman coos against your cheek, “Let Daddy in. That’s it.”
You whimper, legs twitching. Your eyes roll back at the stretch of just one finger. God, how would you ever be able to take his cock. You want to. You so desperately want to.
“Can’t even fit two fingers yet,” he chuckles, smug and dark. His next words making you moan, “Gonna have to train this little pussy, huh? Teach her how to take it. Stretch her open nice and slow until you’re ready for me.”
Your nod is frantic, your words delirious and gone. “Yes, yes please- I wan’ it so bad. I can take it I promise I will I will-”
“Shh,” he croons, his free hand rubbing soothingly over your stomach. “I know you will, baby. I know you will. You’re being so good for me. Letting me work you open. I got you, sweet girl.” His words are gentle, his tone reassuring, but his fingers curl and reach a spot you’ve never felt before and you mewl, back arching and hand snapping to his wrist at the steady press against your spot.
He smiles, “What was that baby?” His tone is playful, but you know better. “Did I find your spot? That easy? Was it…” he pretends to tilt his head in thought as he curls his finger again, bumping against that sensitive spot again and chuckling as you whine his name. “Right there, huh? That’s the spot isn’t it baby? Daddy’s gonna have a lot of fun with that button isn’t he?” He continues pressing kisses against your cheek and jaw and lips as his finger presses against you repeatedly, sending you spiraling embarrassingly close to your orgasm.
“Oh- oh shit ‘M gonna… think ‘M gonna cum Daddy!” You squeal, your high approaching faster than you can fathom. His resounding groan vibrates against your skin at your needy proclamations. “I know, baby, I know. You can do it. Let go for me. Be a very, very good girl and cum for me baby. That’s it, good girl, good fucking girl.” He praises, working you through your orgasm as your eyes flutter shut and your moans escape all breathy and high-pitched.
You twitch from overstimulation as your hips squirm away from his finger, pathetic whines escape your lips and he shushes you, finger slowly leaving your twitchy hole with a pop. You watch through hooded eyes as he sucks his middle finger into his mouth, watching his eyes shut with pleasure as your taste fills his mouth. The sight is so intimate and filthy it makes you shiver.
When his eyes open again, they’re even darker than before. And as he sits back on his haunches his bulge becomes a lot more prominent. His black button up doing nothing to hide his broad shoulders and wide chest, his slacks hugging his thick thighs. He’s so imposing above you. Making you feel so small. So owned. So kept. So his. He follows your eye-line down to his bulge and he smirks.
“Not yet, baby, Daddy’s gotta get this pussy used to him first.”
