Summary: Roman’s tired and sweaty. You’re still hot and bothered. After some teasing and needy begging, does Roman give in to your greedy desires?
Characters: Roman Reigns x you (female reader)
Content: 18+, smut, oral sex (female receiving), fluff, teasing
Wolf count: 1241
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Roman huffs out a breath as he leans over me. His thick, dark hair is soaking with sweat. The evidence of his exhaustion settles on his flushed cheeks. I make a move to smile at him and wiggle helplessly under the full weight of his body.
“Stop it,” he groans. But he’s not upset; on the contrary, I haven’t seen him this content, dare I say, even happy in months.
I lift my shaky fingers and twist his hair around them until they throb from the loss of circulation. “I don’t wanna,” I whine. “I don’t wanna stop. I don’t want you to stop.”
He kisses me. The sweet taste on his lips stirs something warm inside of me, as it should. It was me that made him so sweet. “Baby, my jaw is sore. I need a break.” He checks his jaw, just like he does in the ring after a rather stiff blow. It’s fine. He’s always fine.
“Please?” I beg. Begging isn’t my first language, or my second, or third, but tonight I’m feeling greedy. “Just one more.”
Roman sighs against my neck, leaving a peppering of kisses along my jaw. “One. Two. Three. Four.” Each word is punctuated by another kiss. “Five. Five orgasms in one night, and you want more?”
My skin buzzes with electricity and fire all at once from all the rubbing and the sucking and the fucking. I’m just a spent as he is...or maybe not. Because there’s still a spark between my legs that isn’t satisfied, not for our lack of trying.
I release his hair and it leaves my fingers slippery. I glide my palms down the side of his face, smoothing out the bristles of his beard. He lets out a throaty moan at my touch. Clearly, I’m not the only one with skin sensitive to the touch. “I love you, you know that right?”
He chuckles and his breath finds its way to my lip. It teases me more than it should. I clench my legs.
He cocks a brow. “What’s love got to do with this?”
“Maybe nothing.” I arch my back, forcing my chest into his. The contact makes my nipples hard. He feels them. Tries to pretend that he doesn’t. But I know that look of arousal more than I know my name. “Maybe everything.”
His brawny arms wrap around my body. In an instant, my head leaves the softness of the pillow. He swaps our positions so he’s laying down with his back flat on the mattress and I’m straddling his hips.
“Really?” I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re gonna make me do all the work?”
He snorts, tosses his head back into the cushy pillow. “How you think we ended up here? Cause I was doing all the work. Lazy ass.”
Fine. If he wants to be like that... I scoot back on his legs and grip his flaccid dick in my hands. “And what the hell am I supposed to do with this? I think the little man’s tapped out.”
“Besides,” I continue, a devious smirk playing on my lips, “how you think you were able to accomplish greatness for those five orgasms. You weren’t the only one putting in maximum effort, Mr. Reigns.”
“Sure, but I’m exhausted. You’re the one that’s begging for more.”
As I stare at his mouth, watch the way his lips fit around his words, revel in the dried cum clinging to the dark blanket of his beard, an idea pops into my head. It’s a lesson in compromise if I’ve ever seen one, and quite brilliant, I might add.
I lean forward, pressing my palms into his sturdy chest. “Fine. Just lay there, then.”
The corner of his mouth twitches and he narrows his eyes. “What are you about to do?”
“You think your jaw has one more left in it?”
His eyes sparkle with lust. “Maybe so.”
“Good!”
I crawl forward until my throbbing, wet cunt is seated on his face. “Can you breathe?” I ask, knowing good and damn well that if he dies, he dies doing something for the woman he loves.
He doesn’t even dignify my question with a response. Instead, his calloused hands scrape across my thighs and dig deep in my hips to hold me in place.
His teeth graze my lips, sending a jolt through my body. Everything’s still so sensitive that even the small tickle of his breath has my mind spinning. Roman doesn’t take his time with me. He sucks my lips into his mouth with a sloppy sound. Like always, he knows exactly what to do and where to do it to get me going.
I lean back, clutching my breasts in my hands. His mouth feels so damn good. The warmth of his breath, the scratch of his beard against my thigh, it all works for the benefit of my pleasure.
My core aches with need. More heat. More pressure. More of him. “Please, Roman,” I whine.
He tightens his arms around my thighs, giving him the freedom to improve the range of his massive hands. Shock and thrill fill my chest as he pries me open further, giving him a clear and direct path to my most sensitive nerves. He sucks hard, wrapping his lips around my engorged bundle. It amazes me how nicely his wet, swollen lips fit around mine. Like they were made for each other.
I let out a gasp as he dips his tongue inside of me. Warm and fat, he jabs it, licks around my entrance to elicit the strongest reactions from me. I rock my hips forward, joining in the circular motions of his tongue. He feels so damn good. So damn good.
As of that isn’t enough, he draws me in closer, completely burying his face between my thighs. I get lost in his groans as he pleasures me, the rough catch in his chest as he struggles to breathe. I make a move to give him air to breathe, but he chooses not to take it. I don’t force the issue. I trust him. I’ve always trusted him.
My body rattles with anticipation as my orgasm builds and builds. The tremble of my body makes him work harder. He uses his chin and the tip of his nose, anything he can to drive me absolutely insane. And it works. Like a quarter in a gumball machine, it works.
My muscles go rigid for a second and the whole world seems to pause. A brittle cry escapes from my mouth, joining the chorus of my panting and Roman’s moans. An earthquake shakes my body and I don’t stop it. Don’t want it to end. Static buzzes in my ears, drowning out anything that doesn’t have to do with him or me.
An intoxicating haze settles over me as I collapse on top of Roman. I lie listlessly on his chest, feeling the explosion of ecstasy weighing down my limbs. I coil my leg around his, bringing us so close that not even a breath of air could pass between us.
“Thank you,” I whisper, tracing the dark lines of his chest tattoo with my finger. “You’re really good at that.”
Roman smiles with satisfaction as he leans his head back into the pillow. “You’re welcome, y’know?”
“I know.”
My eyes grow heavy and finally, my body concedes to my desire to rest.
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