author’s note: was feeling crappy about how long updates for 'without you' take and decided to write this. it was an on the spot thing, so don't be expecting anything spectacular. also, i wanted it to be fluffy and angsty, but idk, reader and joe so nasty idk how to write them not being nasty. 😭
pairing: plussized!mistress!black!reader x roman reigns (joe)
warnings: angst. fluff. smut. vaginal penetration. oral (male and female receiving) dirty talk. unprotected sex. slight anal play. infidelity. they're just freaks. idk what else to say.
word count: 2.5k+
song inspo: ❝don't forget about us❞ by the mariah carey
credit: photos from pinerest // dividers by @/cafekitsune
Joe’s eyes flip open as he lowers his head just enough to focus on you. Blue locking with brown, but it’s the way his long, dark hair lays over his shoulders and across his chest that temporarily distracts you. Flashbacks of those beautiful tresses intertwined and locked between your fingers as you rode his face and once more as he fucked you up against the bathroom counter upon his arrival to the hotel exciting you for the next round.
Never mind the brief pang of soreness in between your legs. Inner thighs still damp, wet, and sticky from the latest round. 69. Hence the way you’re laid on your side, head propped up by your elbow towards the edge of the bed while he’s sat up against the headboard. The cream sheets covering his lap but not hiding the outline of his thick dick that you can already tell is slowly starting to harden once more.
Good.
You wanna feel him come in your mouth at least one more time before you two call it a night.
“What?”
His deep voice breaks you from the silence of the room and swirling of NSFW thoughts.
You roll your eyes. “I said you’re shy.” Your fingers tap against the sheets that you lazily pull to cover a portion of your exposed hip solely to shield your nude body from the chill of the room. The heat accumulated through frenzied fucking is starting to wane. “It’s cute.”
He chuckles and lifts his arm, one hand behind his head as he reclines deeper against the headboard you’re almost certain is one more round away from putting a hole in the wall. You make a mental note to tell him to put a pillow behind it before you two go at it again. “And you got this from what?”
“It’s an observation.” You shrug. “I mean, I noticed it a while ago, but I was watching you tonight interact with some of your fans—”
“Emphasis on some.”
A pause is taken solely to store the comment away for later revisiting. “And I could tell you were out of your element. Almost uncomfortable. You’re clearly introverted.”
Given that you’ve been to a handful of his shows already, it’s an observation you’d made relatively early on. But something about tonight, seeing the almost indecision he presented with in some of the interactions with fans like yourself that were granted a chance to meet him, it more or less confirmed it.
“Don’t worry,” you added, bitting down on your bottom lip. “I think it’s cute.”
“Cute?”
You adjust your body, fully aware of how his eyes temporarily shift to your dark nipples with a renewing hunger. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not often you meet a fine ass man with a big dick and every reason to be a cocky son of a bitch have your disposition. It’s nice.”
Joe makes a sound, eyes shutting once more. “I like to get a read on people before I open up, I guess.”
“That makes sense. I can’t relate, but—”
“Yeah, shy is a word I would never use to describe you. Not really me, either, but—”
“Oh, you’re definitely shy, Mr. Anoa’i,” you snort, pointing to yourself as if he can see it. “But me? Naw. For what? I’m fine as fuck. I have no reason to be.”
And neither does he, but that’s just him, so you’ll leave it be.
You watch the way his eyes open and full lips—those same lips you can still feel sucking and slurping on your clit like he’d been waiting for it all day—stretch into a sly smile. “You always been this confident?”
“Hell yeah.” His grin widens, as you list it off with all the ease in the world. “I’m pretty as hell, ass fat, titties big, and my pussy is top tier?” It’s that last one that makes him chuckle, something flashing in those blue contacts that, right now, you’re not a fan of. “Baby, God didn’t make me this fine for me to be on some shy shit.”
Nor insecure, because if there’s one thing you’ve never been able to relate to is big girls struggling with body insecurity. You understand it, sure, but it’s never once been a struggle of yours. You’ve never once looked in the mirror, fully clothed or butt ass naked, and didn’t like what you saw. Maybe…maybe once or twice, but nine times out of ten, nothing has ever reflected back except a bad bitch.
And when people make comments about fat girls and bigger bodies, it always makes you laugh, snort, roll your eyes, or a combination of them all. Because at the end of the day, no man has ever put you out of the bedroom, and no one ever will cause the fuck you look like granting a lame ass nigga premier pussy when his dick ain’t even big enough to not fall out when you bouncing on it?
“That’s one of the first things that attracted me to you, you know.” You look over at him as he starts to dance those talented fingers of his up your calf. “Your confidence.”
“Not my tits?”
“Those, too.”
You playfully kick him. He chuckles. “I’m serious. I love how you’re unapologetically yourself. Like you don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”
“That’s cause I don’t.” Never have. Never will. As long as you’re good with you, your mama is proud of you, and you do right in the eyes of the Lord, everyone else is irrelevant. “And neither should you, you know.”
Your interest in wrestling prior to ever even meeting Joe was nothing close to the fanatic level. You still enjoyed it as an adult, but not nearly as much as you did when you were a kid. But you knew enough to know about the basic facts and major storylines. Even more, you knew enough to know how massively pushed Joe, Roman, was being right now. Unfortunately, the push against him by the fans seems just as strong.
If not stronger.
It was one thing for him to briefly mention certain things, or for a clip to come across your Instagram feed. But it was entirely different to see these things in person. To hear them.
Some of the cruel, hurtful, awful things hurled at him. And if it’s not words, then it’s items. And the boo’s. God, it’s hard for you to tell which is worse and which pisses you off more. On more than one occasion you’ve had to stop yourself from catching a charge and causing a scene. You’ve always had the golden rule of never ever fighting over a man, but they were pushing it.
And it wasn’t even for the traditional reasons women throw hands behind their ain’t shit niggas. It was….it was just wrong. To treat Joe the way some of these “fans” do is borderline inhumane. It makes you sick to your stomach.
But if you feel this way as someone who hasn’t even known the man for a whole year, who’s not even the one being crucified the way he is, you can’t imagine how it must be for him.
He doesn’t talk about it a whole lot—save that lil’ comment from a few minutes prior—but you don’t know any human being who wouldn’t be at least a little affected by such hate.
Especially when it’s unwarranted.
“Only miserable ass people with dry pussies and micro penises come at someone so hard for just doing their damn job,” you continue, moving to sit up on the bed, reaching for his shirt to pull over your body. It’s more than certain to be ripped off before the end of the hour, but there’s something about his scent….hence why you may or may not have started to hoard a collection of his items back at your place. “It’s pathetic, and it says everything about them and nothing about you, Joe.”
His gaze remains on you as you climb across the bed and straddle his lap. His hands are on your hips as yours go to play with the ends of his long hair. “I’m serious.”
He chuckles quietly. “So are they.”
You’re quick with the rebuttal, flicking his chest. “Well, they’re fucking idiots, and fuck you look like factoring in the opinions of the musty and unloved?”
The smile you hadn’t realized briefly disappeared is returned. “The what?”
“I thought it was maybe just the show we met at, but these folks stank. Are they all allergic to Dial and deodorant or something?” It’s both a rhetorical and serious question. As someone who’s always prided yourself on smelling good, the constant assault by the funk of these unwashed people will always be the biggest “con” of attending his shows. It’s why you mostly prefer to stay backstage these days. “Just nasty. Literally and figuratively.”
Once more, he shakes his head and lifts his hands to your back, tugging you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck as his smile dims and eyes narrow softly. “You’re really good at this, you know?”
Your brow lifts as you once again start to twirl curly locs around your fingers. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, big boy. I’m good at a lot of things.”
“That’s true.” He offers zero disagreement before supplying the answer. The delivery surprisingly soft for his deep voice. “At making me feel better.”
It takes you by surprise only for a second. Talking to people is something that’s always come natural and easy to you. Offering encouragement, however, in an effective and actually helpful way has never been as simple as some might think. Far too often people think that they’re being helpful only to be making things minimally to significantly worse. You’ve always done your best to avoid causing unintended harm, some of which has been helped greatly by your job. Kids always require a higher level of delicacy than adults.
But you’d also be lying to yourself if you tried to deny that there’s always been something so….natural about speaking with Joe. Easy. The conversation never grows stale and the flow never feels stagnant. Conversations with men in general have always been hit or miss for you. Far too often, whatever appeal existed is squashed the moment they open their mouth and say some stupid shit.
Not Joe.
He’s as well spoken as he is thoughtful. That subtle pause before he answers indication of actual pondering vs automatic verbal release. You’ve always appreciated that about him. That he actually thinks before he speaks. A rare characteristic to find with men. Especially fine ass men.
I wonder if that’s one of the things his wi—
Almost instantly, you shove it away. That thought that often tries to force its way to the surface, having found success a few times. But the more time you spend with Joe, the closer you two become, the easier it is to silence said thoughts.
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to silence the voice entirely.
“Well….” You trail off in conjunction with your fingers trailing down his chest with one hand, the other reaching behind you. “There are several ways I know how to make you feel better.”
His gaze shifts and jaw clenches when you find him. Warm and pulsing in your palm, your thumb glides over the slit on his dickhead. Your saliva production quadruples at the anticipation of having him in your mouth and pussy once more. “You wanna clarify?”
You start to gently stroke him up and down, aiding in the revival of his erection that’s almost entirely returned.
Except, once again, you’re reminded that this man matches your energy in a way no one else has before. He eases his hand under the shirt, reaching and playing with your titties before returning down south to dance his fingers down your pelvis, stopping just when he’s about to spread your pussy lips apart.
“The thing that makes you feel just as good.”
His smug statement, however, draws your playful glare as you continue to work your hand around his thick length. “Don’t get cock—”
A sharp gasp escapes your mouth when his other hand moves to the back of your head, his fingers intertwined in your kinky coils you pulled up and out of the way the minute he told you to get on your knees before you two even made it to the shower. You bite down on your lip, feeling your pussy flutter and pulse when he roughly yanks you towards him. “Exactly.” Your eyes flutter shut as you start to writhe on top of him when his other hands continues to toy with your slick opening. “Stop talking and start sucking.”
The joy at his command is matched only by the glee you feel at having your desire fulfilled. He doesn’t need to tell you twice.
You pull away and tug his shirt off, tossing it on the floor before you twist your body to the position that preceded the brief respite. You scoot and slide your body back as much as you can, feeling the way he also begins to ease down on the bed so he’s on his back. Your eyes gleam with hunger and need as you lick your lips at the sight of his pretty ass dick. Fully erect, tip flushed, and pre-cum seeping out the slit.
A muffled groan is released as you lean over and travel the length of his cock with your nose, inhaling the scent of him. Of both of you. Your mixed, mingled juices. The tip of your tongue traces around his dickhead and up the base as you collect as much of the remnants from the previous round before getting right to it
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, and it’s music to your ears. Something about being able to bring a man to such a vulnerable place while simultaneous getting off from the pleasure you receive from giving head is always gon’ be just the thing that does it for you. “Keep going, baby.”
You moan, mouth full of his dick, releasing him to kiss and suck on his balls. “Hmm. Does that feel good, big boy? You like the way I suck this big dick?”
You’re rewarded with a slap and jiggle to your ass that makes you smile before you return his length back into your mouth, eyes shutting and watering when he hits the back of your throat as you bob your head up and down, deep throating him.
“I fucking love it.” You wiggle your ass back against him when he spreads your cheeks and his tongue swipes a single line up your ass crack, tip of said tongue circling your hole. It entices another moan following the feel of his fingers spreading your pussy lips as he returns the favor, burying his face in your cunt, inhaling and groaning. “God, you taste so fucking good.”
You smile, drool seeping out the corner of your mouth as you continue to work him with your mouth. Once more a respite is evoked only as he moves his big arms around your hips and ass, clearly getting and putting you in place. “Show me how good, daddy,” you moan, palms flat and gripping at his thighs as he pulls you back so that you’re smothering his face. Good. “Eat my pussy, and tell me how good it tastes. How much you love it.”
Phynix’s face lit up. “My dad? He lives in Texas like Nana & Pop-pop?” She asked. “You should ask him.” Orion smiled, nudging Joe. “He's hiding from me.” Phynix pouted. “He's shy and maybe he needs some of the bread you made.” Orion smiled. “It's not ready yet. Nana said 10 minutes longer. What's his name?” She asked. “His name is Joseph.” Orion shrugged, scooping her daughter up into her arms. “What kind of name is that? Is it an American name?” Phynix asked. “It's Hebrew, like from the Bible. Joe, say hi.” Orion laughed. “Is he cute?” Phynix asked. “Not really.” Orion giggled, causing Joe to drop his hands. “Whatchu talking about? I'm super cute!” he grumbled.
“Roman Reigns is my dad? This is the boy you kissed to make me? Wow! I have the coolest parents!” She smiled, almost jumping into Joe's arms. “Hi Munchkin. I heard you were looking for me.” He smiled. “Where were you?! Mama's all by herself.” Phynix asked. “I was looking for you too.” Joe smiled, noticing the tears in Orion’s eyes. “I have to go tell my Nana.” Phynix smiled, wiggling out of his arms before running off. “Nana! I have a dad! And he’s here!”
“I think that went well, don't you?” Joe laughed, pulling Orion into his arms. “I'm so sorry Joe. You must think I'm a terrible person.” She cried softly. “I don't. I was the terrible person, baby. We talked about this. We're in the here and now. We go from here. I've got you and I've got her. You're stuck with me now!” He smiled, kissing her forehead and wiping her tears with his fingers. “Thank you.” Orion sighed. “I wanted to leave my girlfriend to marry you! I could never hate you. I know I won a belt and therefore got a fat ass raise but meeting my daughter is so much better.” Joe smiled as Phynix came back around the corner with Orion’s mom. “Nana, this is my daddy. His name is Josup? Roman Reigns.” She giggled.
“Nice to finally meet you.” Candice smiled as she shook Joe's hand. “Nice to meet you too, Mrs. James. I finally see where Orion gets her otherworldly beauty from. Y’all are so pretty.” Joe smiled, Orion rolled her eyes. Candice blushed. “Nana, my parents are so cool!” Phynix giggled. “They are pretty cool. I'll let you all have some time together. Welcome to the family, Joe.” Candice smiled as she went to get showered and dressed for the day. “Let me guess…a conversation will be had later?” Joe asked. “Yep.” Orion nodded. “Can you come back to Japan with us?” Phynix asked. “Only if your Mom says it's ok, I'll come visit.” Joe smiled, scooping her up into his arms. “Mama, can he come to Japan to visit us? Please?!” Phynix begged. They both looked at her with the puppy eyes. “Don’t encourage her, Joe.” Orion laughed. “I've never been to Japan. Could be fun, right Munchkin?” Joe teased. “So very fun. We can walk to 7-Eleven to get tea and Mama can make us fried onigiri and stuffed bao buns for lunch! Mama, please?” Phynix smiled. “The adults will have to discuss it later. Right, Champ?” Orion nodded, Joe nodded in agreement.
“I saw your lightsaber video. You are quite skilled, Young Padawan.” Joe smiled as they sat at the kitchen table eating blueberry focaccia. “My Mommy taught me. She can teach you too so we can play Jedis.” Phynix smiled. “He's a Sith. We don't play with Siths.” Orion grumbled. “But he kissed you and made me. What does that make me?” Phynix asked, a slight hint of worry in her voice. “That makes you The Chosen One.” Joe smiled, falling right into alignment with the little nerd he helped create. “He’s right. Phy, hang out with Dad while I get ready for the show, yeah?” Orion asked. “Of course, Mommy. But you look so very pretty already. Doesn’t she, Daddy?” Phynix asked. “Your Mama is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” Joe smiled, Orion rolled her eyes.
Orion was putting the final touches on her hair when Candice eased into her bathroom. “So…he looks better the closer you get and he’s fine from far away! And he loves Munchkin real bad! They’re down on the couch knocked out looking like twins.” Candice beamed, showing Orion the photo she snapped of them curled up together. Joe had gotten cozy and kicked his shoes off and found a blanket for them. “My heart is so full right now. Please send me that.” Orion smiled. “Obviously breakfast went well. I’d ask if he wrapped it up but I see the wedding ring on his finger. How’s wifey going to react?” Candice asked. “His divorce was finalized a couple weeks ago. He still wears the ring for show. Or so the hoes leave him alone which we all know don’t no ring stop no determined ho!” Orion laughed. “So…not yet? Got it. Well, let me know if we need to put Phy to bed so Mommy can go for a night ride on a Samoan Stallion.” Candice teased. “Ma! I won’t be doing that anytime soon. He’s here for Phynix.” Orion laughed. “The way he was holding you and wiping your tears…he’s here for you too. Just an…observation. Not gonna lie, very attractive couple. I’d love more cute ass grandbabies to spoil.” Candice teased as she watched Orion layer her perfume before putting her jewelry on. “Did we bring the Rolex?” Candice asked. “I didn't. I've been obsessed with this Hublot Big Bang. It's a men's watch but I just had the jeweler shorten the strap a bit. I’ve got a few of them.” Orion smiled as she pulled up her sleeve to reveal the luxury watch. “Baby girl…this looks expensive. Shorten the strap? That's such a boss move. I raised such a baddie.” Candice laughed as she looked over Orion’s final look. She gave her the thumbs up.
Joe woke up on the couch with this perfect little angel clinging to him. She reminded him of her mother when she slept. Orion’s perfume slowly entered the room before she did. “Ri, come sit with me.” he whispered, patting the spot on the couch next to him. “Damn girl, you look good.” he smiled. “Thank you. Stepping out with Big Uce…gotta look my best.” Orion laughed. “Now, I look like shit by comparison.” Joe laughed. “Bull…less is more with you.” Orion smiled. “Let me check out this baller ass watch. Hublot, right?” he laughed. “Yes. You into watches now?” she asked. “Yeah. I was hoping that you brought that Jacob joint out.” he laughed. “That’s in the safe back at the house. Come visit and I might let you wear it once.” she laughed. “Nicest watch I own is this Rolex. Trying to get my weight up like you.” he teased. “Oh…you think I bought this? It was a gift.” she smiled. “What did you have to do for this Hublot?” he asked. “Attend an award show with a Saudi Billionaire. No sex, no kissing. Get dressed up and attend an event. He gifted me a whole set of Big Bangs before his wife divorced him and took half. Light blue, royal blue, pink, a rainbow one. This purple one is my favorite. That was an interesting time in my life.” Orion laughed. “I get it. You are quite charming. If I had limitless money, I’d buy you shit too.” He laughed. “Roman Reigns could never have that amount of sauce. But it’s cute that he tries.” she laughed. “Munchkin told me that we kissed and made her.” Joe asked. “Yeah. I told her that when a man and woman love each other and they kiss…babies are made up until they hit a certain age. She’s 6…way too early for the birds & bees talk. Having said that…this one asks a shit ton of questions.” Orion sighed as she ran her fingers through her daughter's curls. “She started grilling me as soon as you walked away. She’s like her mother in so many ways.” Joe smiled. “She’s also like her father.”
“I don’t see how you do it. She asks soo many questions.” Joe laughed softly as they rode down to the first floor on the elevator. “She’s very smart. You know kids don’t have a filter. I imagine that your son also went through an inquisitive phase. Most kids do.” Orion asked. “Fuck yeah! But it was mostly about what I did for work.” Joe laughed. “Well, she’s well versed on wrestling. She has noticed the differences. She asked why didn’t the girls fight the boys in “Double Double E”. And she asked why you didn’t set Brock on fire, or body slam him into a pile of broken glass.” Orion laughed. “Ohh…we don’t do that here.” Joe laughed. “I know. I wanted to tell her that y’all are pussy but I just told her that her Mama is built different.” Orion laughed as they brushed past security and into the inner bowels of the stadium. “Yeah, ain’t many out here built like you.” Joe growled softly. “Chill out, Uce.” Orion giggled. “I mean…you got a different dog in you than most. The way you've been all over the world grinding, it's admirable that you didn't let me kill your dream. I've been put through a table but it was never on fire. And I've never had a match with a woman.” Joe shrugged.
“Anytime you've got a gap in your contract, we can go down to Mexico City and get you in a luchador mask. We always had great ring chemistry.” Orion smiled. “We have great other chemistry too.” He teased. “Keep it in your pants, Big Chief.” Orion laughed as she spotted The Twins headed their way. “Well, well…if it ain’t The Bullet Club Baddie herself?” Jon teased. “Bloodline run shit round these parts, Mami. Ain’t no Bullet Club here.” Josh added. “U sure about that? Balor's here. Styles is here. Gallows & Anderson are here. And there's PLENTY of people here who don't rock with y’all but would rock with us.” Orion laughed. “It's good to see you, Ri.” Jon smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Likewise, Jon.” Orion smiled, rolling her eyes at Josh. “Girl! Bring it in.” Josh groaned, pulling Orion into a hug. “I'll let y'all handle family business. Good luck tonight.” Orion smiled as she walked away. They both saw Joe's eyes follow her.
“Aww shit, he got the lovestruck puppy dog shit going on.” Jon teased. “It's not like that….ok it's kinda like that. Got the belts, now I gotta get the girl.” Joe laughed. “You sure about that?” Jon asked. “I think I can. We had breakfast and talked about a lot. Then I went to her place and spent some time with Phynix. She wants me to come visit them in Japan. Oh…and Ri kissed me.” Joe smiled.
“Sensei!” Orion squealed as she ran up to her mentor, Kana aka Asuka. “Orion!” the woman smiled as they hugged. A few seconds passed before Iyo Sky & Kairi Sane joined the ball of chaos. They all wanted to know if she was signing with the company or staying in New Japan. They all wanted to see pictures of Phynix, she had grown so much since they were all together last. “I see you have important eyes on you, Orion-san.” Kairi teased as she noticed Roman watching her from afar. “Phynix’s father.” she shrugged. “Ohhhhh.” they all said in unison before laughing. Orion FaceTimed her Mom so Phy’s Japanese wrestling aunties could say hi. “Will we be seeing you?” Iyo asked. “Perhaps. I will keep you in the loop.” Orion smiled as she hugged them and walked back to where Joe was.
“Kareshi? Totemo yoi!” Asuka laughed before walking off to finish her makeup. Orion threw her hands up and laughed.
“I feel like that was about me.” Joe laughed. “Kinda. She said that we look good together. Which we do. A few more stops and I'll be heading back upstairs. I know the way if you don't want to stay. I know you're itching to get back to her.” Orion teased. “I can't help it. She's so fuckin cute!” Joe sighed. “It's very hard to leave her. She's got the biggest passport book for a 6 year old.” Orion laughed. “She’s got the best Mama. She absolutely adores you. When she grows up, she wants to be brave & strong just like you.” Joe smiled. “I'm only brave & strong because of her.” Orion smiled. Joe watched from the shadows as Orion walked around backstage. If they had worked outside the company, she probably had worked with them.
“You are prom queen popular.” Joe teased as they waited for the elevator. “Sometimes you build a family along the way.” Orion shrugged. “True, true. And here we are…family.” Joe smiled, his arm around her shoulders. “Mmm hmm. You caught me slipping.” Orion laughed. “I don't miss when I shoot from the heart…yeah…let's go with that.” He laughed as they stepped into the elevator. “Shoot from the heart? Be so for real. You talked about wanting a bunch of kids all the time.” She laughed as the doors closed behind them. “Any chance I get lucky tonight? We’re behind.” Joe growled softly against her ear. “I'm supposed to see you being all fatherly to our daughter and drop my panties for you?” Orion smiled. “I mean…only if you want to. I want you to fuck on me because you want to…it'll be better that way.” Joe smiled. “Is that your endgame? To get me to fuck you?” Orion winked, pulling him to her by his belt. “I'm here for whatever you need. Want me to keep Munchkin while Mommy has a much needed spa weekend? I'm there! She needs help with her math homework? I studied engineering at Tech. I'm pretty decent at math. Bedtime stories? I'm only a phone call away and I do voices.” Joe smiled. “Good to know that you're still so…accommodating. A girl never knows what she needs until it's all she can think about. I'll let you know when I get there.” Orion smiled darkly as the elevator reached their floor. Joe's hand smacked her ass the moment she turned to walk away. “Careful there, Champ. This ain't the Orion Wolff you knew…and I very vividly remember being too much for you to handle back then.” She laughed as she reached for her security pass. “Don’t worry baby, what I got in my pants will still satisfy you.” Joe teased, tapping her card against the keypad.
“Daddy! You had my mommy gone for so long! I missed her.” Phynix groaned as she hugged Orion’s hip like she always did. “I’m sorry Munchkin. Ya mama’s got a lot of friends down there that wanted to say hi to her. And each and every one asked about you!” Joe smiled as he scooped Phynix up into his arms. “Did she have fun?” the little girl asked. “I dunno. Mama, did you have fun with your friends?” Joe laughed. “I did. Munchkin, did you have a snack?” Orion asked. “No ma’am, I was waiting to have a snack with Daddy. What’s your favorite snack?” Phynix asked, pointing to the spread of food. “Mommy tells me that your favorites are Carne Asada fries and brisket. Those are big foods for such a little Munchkin.” Joe sighed. “But they’re so good!” Phynix laughed. Orion made sure that there was sliced brisket for her princess.
“Stop flirting with that man.” Candice mumbled to her daughter. “What if he’s flirting with me?! Which he is by the way. I’m being my normal, charming self.” Orion laughed as her mother handed her a drink. “He is applying pressure that I was not expecting. Nothing I can’t handle but…let Big Mama live, baby. He is not like the others.” she laughed. “You are your father’s child. You have his swagger. There's this magnetism that you both have. Baby girl, the way these men have always broken their necks to breathe the same air as you, I'm surprised that it hasn't gone to your head too much.” Candice laughed as she watched her husband of 40 years walking over to Joe and Phynix.
“Munch, can I steal your Dad for a bit?” Darryl asked. “Uh oh, Daddy. You’re in trouble. Good luck.” Phynix giggled, her focus returning to her brisket slider. Joe stepped away from the table and over to the bar. “Listen, sir I” “You plan on sticking around? None of this in and out shit that men like to do nowadays.” Darryl spoke. “Yes, sir. I’m not the same man I was 6 years ago. I would’ve been around had I known about her.” Joe explained. “Kid, I'm not gonna black bag ya, those days are behind me. Munchkin likes you. Believe it or not, I like you. And don't think I haven't seen you flirting with my daughter. You got a better chance with her than most. Shoot your shot if you gonna shoot it. Be forewarned…they're both very spoiled. But I've seen how you live…you can afford them, Champ.” Darryl teased. “I'm here for whatever they need, Sir. I mean that.” Joe spoke, still a little nervous. All he knew was that Darryl James Sr. was retired Army Special Forces. Orion only said that he dabbled in military intelligence, but it went deeper than that…Joe just had a feeling.
Darryl’s eyes met Candice's from across the room, she nodded and smiled. “Aww ma, don't tag team the man!” Orion groaned. “You’re not the boss of me! I wanna talk to him too. I'm a lot less scary than your father. Hell, I'm a lot less scary than you!” Candice smiled before she walked off to join her husband. “That's a damn lie.” Orion grumbled. Candice was the parent who drove angry from Austin to San Antonio with pictures of a newborn Phynix to confront Joe at a house show but he was sick and stayed home. Orion would never let her forget that.
“Mrs. James…hello again.” Joe spoke nervously. “Please, call me Candice. Munchkin has taken to you quickly. That’s good.” Candice smiled. “Yeah, she's adorable.” Joe smiled. His smile fading when he noticed her father slipping away from the conversation. “That she is. Joe, I'd like to tell you about how you almost found out about her when she was a week old.” Candice smiled before she went into great detail about how she had driven to San Antonio with pictures and waited outside the talent entrance at the arena where her cousin worked security. “Oh wow. That would've been…the shock of a lifetime. She's so…amazing.” Joe smiled. Candice knew by his tone that he was talking about Orion, Joe's eyes watching her dancing with their daughter to The Usos theme song.
“Word of advice. Win over lobita, win over la loba. Might be a helluva lot harder than uniting those belts was. Good luck, we'll be watching.” Candice smiled as she patted his arm and walked away.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒𑁤 mari's wedding night is something she always dreamed about. dreamed and prayed would be something special. and sharing said wedding night with her best friend and now husband, joe, is nothing short of special personified. but turns out there's a few things she didn't know about her husband. or rather one specific thing. one big, specific thing.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𑁤 18+. mdni. some sexy time. angst(?). fluff. but mostly usual mari being mari, and joe being joe who's just used to mari being mari.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𑁤 four thousand and some change (4k+)
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𑁤 joe anoa'i (roman reigns) x black!oc
𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𑁤 photos and roman gif from google, pinterest, and instagram. sza gif by @/totalsellout. neon divider by @/dividers-are-us. i saved the dividers for the photo set but now can't find where i got them from, so if you know, please let me know so i can credit properly!
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𑁤 ❝let's get it on❞ by marvin gaye
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𑁤 this has been asked about a lot and in honor of big ears and my sister wife, @sayyestoheav3nn, birthday, i had to finally make it happen.
“Okay, well five minutes plus another five minutes then!”
Joe runs his hand over his face and blinks a couple times before reaching for his phone to scroll through Instagram for what must be the 8th time over the past forty-five minutes. The same amount of time his now wife has been holed up in that damn bathroom. He understands fully that this night means a lot to her, and it should. It’s her wedding night.
Their wedding night.
The first night they’ll spend together as husband and wife and consummate their marriage. His first time with her, and her first time, period. Outside of knowing Mariella, arguably, better than most, he knows for women in general that this milestone carries a lot of weight.
Rightfully so.
But the fact that it’s been almost an hour since he showered and exited the bathroom wearing only his boxers, Mariella rushing past him and locking the door so she could “get ready” and her still not being ready is reaching a point beyond understandable.
Shit, at this rate, it’s going to be time for them to check out.
He’s tried to keep himself busy outside of being on his phone, something that’s never really been his thing in the first place. Observed and studied every inch of the suite her parents paid for as one of their wedding “gifts.” Both he and Ri in agreement that when finances are better, they’ll go on an actual honeymoon.
God, he can’t wait to give her that.
Grabbed the remote and turned on the TV as he shifted up the bed, leaning into the headboard while he watched some random ass show that only held his attention for a few minutes. Hell, he even grabbed the bible out the nightstand drawer and flipped the pages to the verse the pastor cited shortly before officially announcing them man and wife.
“What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.”
But a good chunk of the time was eaten up by the uncharacteristic presence of anxiety. To say Joe is sexually experienced would be an understatement. He’s certainly gotten around in his almost thirty years on this earth. He knows exactly what he's doing between those sheets.
But never has he actually been intimate with someone that he loves. That he’s in love with. That he’s wanted nothing more than to make happy in all the ways possible.
This is Ri.
His Ri.
His wife.
Beyond that, there’s the pressure of being the one to take her virginity. If someone told him five years ago that that would be something she’d bestow and trust him—of all people—with, he’d never in a million years believe them.
Mariella has always been immensely special to him. His desire to protect and keep her safe from any and all bad things has been present since they were kids. Sparked largely by her naivety and innocence. And it’s only increased exponentially since they transitioned from friends to lovers and now husband and wife.
He knows better than anyone her trauma when it comes to relationships. Of spending so long wanting to find and be in love, to ever feel even ready or wanting enough to share such a sacred level of intimacy with another man.
Joe just can’t believe he ended up being that man.
His oath to love, protect, and take care of her will extend to the end of time—and then some.
And it all starts tonight.
“Okay!” Her shout from the other side of the door drags his attention away from lingering trepidation. “I—I think I’m ready.”
Joe clicks the lock button on this phone, waiting until it shuts off entirely, before he reaches and places it on the nightstand.
He won’t be needing it.
“Yeah?”
“Mmmhmm,” she sings, making him crack a small smile. She’s always so fucking theatrical.
He rolls his shoulder, reaching to let his hair down, already knowing that’s her preference despite also knowing he’ll need to tie it back before the night is over. Can’t have it in the way when he finally makes his way between her thick ass thighs to taste that pretty ass pussy. “So why don’t you bring your fine ass out then so I can see you?”
He plans to do a hell of a lot more than just see, but one thing at a time.
Joe snaps the hair tie against his wrist and rubs the tip of his nose with his thumb before a new sound fills the otherwise silent hotel room.
Music.
Because Ri wouldn’t be Ri if she didn’t have some sort of music to accompany what he knows for her is probably one of the biggest moments of her life thus far.
If not thee biggest.
A familiar, classic tune that makes all the sense, but it’s when the door is pushed open with loud, excessive force in conjunction with the three guitar notes at the beginning of Let’s Get In On by Marvin Gaye that makes his smile widen.
For several reasons.
Mari stands in the doorway, arms spread, palms planted on the jambs as she slowly twirls them thick ass hips of her. His eyes drink in the sight of her. The white, lace two piece lingerie set that leaves little to the imagination, her fat pussy lips almost swallowing the thin material to the point where it’s barely visible. He can only imagine what her ass looks like from the back. The top isn’t much better. Joe can make out the outline of her dark, pebbled nipples, her breast lifted and shoved together. Her stunning brown skin carries a glow that exceeds the usual as well as shimmer across her chest making her complexion glimmer and sparkle. Her hair that he knows she sacrificed a damn near whole day at the salon to get washed, blown out, and silk pressed for their wedding is down and brushes past her shoulders and chest.
But despite the salivating worthy sight of so much of that fine ass body on full display for him, it’s the smile on her bare face and the way she playfully twirls around that does something to him. Sometimes he envies her. How she goes through life with such unwavering optimism and light. There are no bad days with her.
Just happy days.
Some of his best.
He leans over, eyes darkening and voice lowering. “Come here.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, of course, taking her sweet time to continue to whine and tease him with the hypnotic view of her twirling hips. But the minute she’s close enough, he yanks her onto his lap. Joe’s eyes shut as he breathes in the scent of her. There’s no doubt in his mind that she tastes just as good as she always smells.
Mariella brings her hands to his shoulders and gestures down to her lingerie set. “You like it?”
“You know I do,” he answers. His hands smooth down her back, thumb fiddling with her bra strap as he kisses her shoulder. “It’s a shame I’m gonna end up ripping it off you in about five minutes.”
“Joseph Leati Anoa’i, you better not!” She gasps as he nestles his nose in the crook of her neck, eyes closing once more from the feel of her so close to him. Nothing is better than being with her. Nothing. “This is my wedding night lingerie. I won’t have you desecrate what will be a collectors item.”
“Fine. Whatever you want,” he agrees. He knows when to pick and choose his battles with her. Joe places another tender kiss to her jaw, his hands moving to her waist as he focuses on her. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She whispers, batting her lashes, voice dipping suggestively. “Now, I believe it’s time for us to do the nasty.”
“Hmm.” He travels his gaze over her, hiking her up higher on his lap. “How nasty you trying to get, Mariella?”
She shakes her head, grasping at his jaw while he continues to roam every inch of her, as if trying to mark the territory he plans to explore fully and thoroughly throughout the night.
And for the rest of his life.
“It’s Ri.” She dips her head, ghosting her lips over his, her voice a soft, teasing whisper. “Mrs. Anoa’i, if you’re nasty.”
The speed in which he kisses her is inhuman. Joe fully recognizes that there’s very little easing into things. It's evident in the way he kisses her with hunger, desire, and desperation that’s grown with each passing day as their wedding date grew closer.
It took him a while to accept that he no longer saw his now wife as his adopted little sister. That she certainly wasn’t the little girl who always tagged along with him and BJ. That she was a grown woman. A grown woman with nice ass titties he’s currently palming in his big hands and a nice round ass he’s visualized more than once bouncing off his dick while he gives her backshots, her kinky coils fisted in his hand as he talks her through it.
Yes, finally freeing himself from unnecessary shackles of roles no longer relevant has definitely made this buildup something worth looking forward to. Mariella slowly grinding against him prompts him to growl against her mouth when he flips them so that she’s flat against the mattress, his big body hovering over hers.
And the sight is something to behold.
Never has he seen someone as beautiful as Mariella.
Their next kiss is slow, tender, her hands on his cheeks as her lips stretch into a bashful smile.
“No one has ever looked at my the way you do.”
Something thumps in his chest.
He lowers his head, forehead pressed against hers. “And no one else ever will.”
Joe has always been a man of his word, and regardless of it being traditional, pre-written vows cited in front of close friends and family, he meant every word.
Till death to them part.
“Baby,” she murmurs against his mouth after a few minutes of continued making out. That borderline unbearable discomfort from his growing erection further fueling his desire to make his way down her body and in between her soft thighs. Her fingers intertwined in the back of his head, gently caressing his scalp. “Move your leg.” She pouts as he kisses the corner of her soft ass lips. “It’s poking me.”
Joe stills for a moment, breaking their kiss to look down between their conjoined bodies.
He chuckles. Resumes kissing her and groping her breast, thumb playing with her nipple through the thin lace of her top. “That’s not my leg, baby.”
Mariella frowns into their kiss as he shifts his mouth to her cheek and jawline when she tilts her head down. “Well then what….” Joe is about to drag his mouth to her chest, salivating at the thought of freeing her breast from that pesky ass top when she gasps. “What the—” His efforts are completely stopped, however, when he feels her fingers tug at the waistband of his boxers. “Oh my God!”
Mariella’s hands lift to his chest as she pushes him off of her and quickly scampers to the edge of her bed, sitting on her knees. “Joe Bear!” He sits up on his elbows to see her eyes as wide as saucers. “Did you use the hotel soap? I told you it was bad for you! You should have listened to me because now you’re having an allergic reaction!”
Joe frowns and does his best to ignore the way his cock throbs at the sight of her titties dangerously close to spilling out her top. He was so close. “What?”
He sits up as she climbs off the bed and starts rushing over to the bathroom. “Come on. Throw something on. We’ve gotta go to the ER!” She stops, holding his pants and looking up with an expression of wonder. “I wonder if Patricia is working tonight.”
He closes his eyes. The way she’s on a first name basis with the fucking staff at the ER is both insane and yet makes all the sense in the world. If the hospital had a reward system, her ass would be a VIP member.
Lifelong.
“Put these on!” She shouts, tossing his dress pants at him as he sits up and hisses at the discomfort of his neglected erection. Mari comes to stand in front of him to grab his hand, “and don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand when they put the needle in your dick to make the swelling go down. I promise.”
It’s when she says that, however, that Joe just knows this is about to be a fucking mess.
Mariella frowns and looks at their still conjoined hands when she tries to turn away, but he tightens his grip, keeping her standing before him.
Her gaze on him reflects the sense of urgency present in her voice. “Joe Bear, you gotta hurry up. If we wait too long, they might have to amputate it!”
“Ri.” This damn girl and her fucking over the top, irrational ass beliefs. “We don’t need to go to the ER.”
Her eyes widen as she yanks her hand away. “What do you mean we don’t have to go? Joe, you’re having an allergi—”
“Mariella,” he cuts through, already knowing that his rare use of her full name will shut her up. For now, at least. “I’m not having an allergic reaction. It’s just an erection.”
She blinks twice, sticking her neck out just enough to accompany the way she nods to herself. Or him. One can never really tell with her. “An engorged erection because of the allergic reaction.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he curses. “Ri. This is just me. I don’t know what the fuck to tell you.”
“Language,” she chides. He rolls his eyes as she leans back and eyes him skeptically. “What do you mean it’s just you?”
“I mean, it’s just me,” he repeats. Joe runs his hand through his hair. “I’ve got a big dick. I don’t know what else to tell—”
“Wait a minute,” she interrupts. He watches the way she shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath before looking at him like he suddenly just grew another head. Granted, in her eyes, maybe he did. “What do you mean that’s just you?” Opening his mouth is a waste of time as she points to his lap, dick still just as hard as it was five minutes ago. Just as painful, too. “You mean to tell me that’s normal for you?”
He looks from side to side, answering like it’s the simplest fucking thing in the world. “Yes.”
She must stare at him for a good thirty seconds before moving closer to him once more, fingers reaching for the waistband of his boxers. Joe shakes his head as she almost cautiously angles her head just enough so she can catch a peek. And the minute she does, the loudest gap emits from her mouth as she jumps back like she’s just been burnt.
“What the hell is that, Joe?” If her eyes were wide before, they’re damn near about to explore out of her head now, as she slaps her hand over her mouth. “Why is your penis so big?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose for the umpteenth time tonight. And here it goes.
She’s pacing across the floor in front of him, talking to either himself, herself, or maybe both.
“Dicks are not supposed to look like that, okay?” He leans back on his palms as she turns to direct her next statement directly to him, her voice jumping an octave or two, as it normally does when she spirals like this. “They only look like that in porn, and even then it’s probably prosthetics and photoshop!”
He frowns. “How do you photoshop a video?”
Naturally, she ignores his question and instead issues her own ridiculous ass question. “Are you absolutely sure that’s normal? Like maybe you need to see a specialist!”
“Pretty sure I don’t.”
An athlete all of his life, Joe has had his fair share of doctor’s appointments, check-ups, physicals, and everything under the sun. If no medical professional has ever said anything to him, he’s pretty sure that he’s fine, and Ri is just being…..Ri.
She gasps, looking away as if breaking the fourth wall. “We’re going to have to have a sexless marriage.”
“Ri—”
“We’ll have to adopt an adorable little baby who has a complexion closer to mine and ears as big as yours to make sure no one ever suspects the truth.” Another loud, sharp gasp makes him cut his eyes to the ceiling as hers land on him. “We’ll have to get a surrogate.”
“Ri, you’re acting ridiculous right now.”
“You know what’s ridiculous?” She marches up to him, angrily gesturing to his crotch. “You thinking you’re putting that—that thing anywhere near me let alone in me!”
He sits up and hunches over, erection gradually settling as time passes, as if recognizing space and time is needed to accommodate her spazzing. “What did you think you were feeling when we would makeout before?”
Because Lord knows there have been at least a few occasions when things got heated between them to the point where he felt like he was going to explode in his pants. And most of the time she was straddling his lap so how she hadn’t felt something prior to now that indicated he was on the bigger side is beyond him.
“I don’t know!” She throws her hands up. “Certainly not dickzilla!” Joe follows the back of her, attempting to not focus too much on the jiggle of her ass when she walks over to grab one of the complimentary water bottles off the coffee table. Unnecessary huffing sounds accompanying her shuffling back over to him. “Joseph, my brother-husband in Christ, you don’t understand. I can barely stick a Super Plus tampon up there without blinking back tears.” She lifts up the water bottle and points to the cap. “My vagina is like this.” He has to stop himself from rolling his eyes, doing his best to not show just how utterly ridiculous he finds this whole thing. She then flips the bottle and gestures to the bottom of said bottle. “Your dick is like this!” She throws it to the side as she opens his mouth to scold her as it bumps against the table and rolls away near the TV. “Do you see the dilemma? It’s not gonna fit.”
“Are you done?”
And he knows she’s nearing the tail end of the climax with this whole episode when she starts to whine and stomp. “I’m gonna end up on Sex Sent Me to the ER.”
“Oh my God, come here.” Joe reaches for her arm and tugs her between his spread legs as he sits at the edge of the bed. He eases his hands down to her waist while she continues to pout and frown, looking down at the floor. “Mariella, we don’t have to do anything tonight if you’re not ready.”
His honest reassurance must take her by surprise. She lifts her eyes to his, mouth set into a frown as she blinks several times. Like she's trying to take in what he just said. “but...but it’s our wedding night…”
“And?” Joe shakes his head and pulls her even closer as she settles her hands on his shoulders. “Ri, I didn’t marry you just so we can have sex. I love you, and I respect this is a big step for you. Just because you’re my wife doesn’t mean you have to force yourself into doing something you’re not ready for.”
Perhaps he should have made that clearer ahead of time, but Joe was honestly under the impression that she knew he would wait for her as long as she needed. It’s a strange sort of space to be in for someone who primarily dated women in the past solely because of their ability to match his high sex drive. And Lord knows he desires Ri in every way imaginable, has gotten himself off countless times at the thought of fucking her. But his love for her will always outweigh everything else, so wherever her comfort zone is, is where he’ll meet and hold her hand until she’s ready to progress further.
“It’s not—” She interrupts, shaking her head. “I want this, Joe. I’m ready. I am, I promise. I just.” He kisses her inner wrist, again inhaling the alluring scent of whatever body oil she’d used right as she takes a deep breath. “I can do this.” Her hands shift to his face as she kisses him, his own hands dropping to her ass, giving a gentle squeeze. She smiles against him, pulling back and biting down on her bottom lip. “I just need to warm up.”
He frowns. “Warm up?”
Mariella turns and rushes to the bathroom where Joe realizes the music was still playing—Sexual Healing—the sound most likely obscured and faded out by her mini panic attack.
“Ri, what are you—”
He closes his eyes.
This damn girl.
Joe releases yet another heavy sigh as the music transitions from one classic to another, the latter, however, being the wildest shit he’s heard in some time.
Eye of the Tiger
But it’s a short lived time as he watches Ri stand in front of the mirror, bouncing up and down on the soles of her feet as he’s done himself a few times over the years.
When trying to get into game mode.
“I can do this,” she says to herself, nodding and rolling her shoulders. “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
“Mariella.” If she doesn’t turn that damn music off and come get in the bed so they can just go to sleep. “Turn off—”
“Not now, Joe Bear, I’m training!”
“Training for wh—”
Another question interrupted when she switches to another song.
The familiar opening of the Rocky theme song as she transitions to pretending she’s boxing, bouncing from side to side with the fucking sound effects of her huffing and puffing like she’s on the brink of an asthma attack.
And knowing her ass, she probably is.
“Ri, if you don’t sit your ass down before you get us kicked out this damn hotel.” It’s a miracle no one’s knocked at the door—or wall—yet from her loud ass music and unnecessary dancing.
“Halfway through, hubby!”
Halfway?
“I’m going to bed,” he mutters, standing up and moving to pull back the blankets when she rushes into the bedroom, phone in hand.
“Not yet! I’m almost ready.” Joe stands with his arms crossed as she messes around with her phone before yet another song is added to this whole unnecessary ass scene.
And the minute “Everybody dance now” screeches into the room, he’s back to peeling back the blankets while she starts to do lateral lunges in the middle of the damn floor followed by quick, rapid squats with awful ass form.
“Gotta get loose,” she pants, transitioning to doing the running man. It’s only then that he simply shakes his head and smiles, running his hand over his face. The whole thing is actually comical as fuck, and mostly because she’s 100% serious right now.
This is just….this is his Ri.
“I’m about to turn the light off.”
“No!”
Her shout is followed by her—when the fuck did she even switch to the Macarena?—running and jumping on the bed. Quickly moving to all fours, her ass up in the air, as she looks over at him. “I’m ready.”
If not for the hilarious, dramatic way she says 'ready,' he’s certain his dick would have jerked from the way she wagged her ass.
He keeps his focus on her as he dips one knee into the mattress that groans under the weight of his addition. “Ri…”
“Oh shoot, wrong position.” She sucks her teeth and Joe continues to observe with confusion as she drops to her stomach and instead rolls onto her back. Confusion that quickly morphs into returned exasperation when she lifts her legs in the air, holding them up by her ankles, making strained noises followed by an out of breath. “Okay, now I’m ready.”
And while he was previously ready to go to bed, his eyes flicking towards her legs make his jaw clench at the sight of her pussy lips having been completely swallowed the thong. That desire revived and sensation of tightness in his boxers returning.
Only Ri could make him bounce back and forth between disbelief, humor, and now lust in a span of five minutes.
Her hold over him is diabolical.
“Wait!”
Except the screeching of the tape sounds when she goes to untangle herself from the position, making an “oof” sound when she accidentally rolls over off the bed and onto the floor from the other side. Joe starts to round said bed to check on her when she lifts her hand with a thumbs up. “I’m okay!”
Joe tilts his head back and rolls his shoulders.
On second thought, maybe they should just call it a night.
“Joe Bear,” she huffs, climbing back onto the bed. “Grab your phone.”
He blows out a breath, shifting so that his hands are on his hips. “For what, Ri?”
She groans loudly and throws up her hands, sitting on her knees. “So I can record my last will and testament.”
“Ri.”
“And whatever you do, do not let that lil’ colorist Alexandra Shipp play me in the biopic. Keke will do just fine.”
“Mariella.”
a/n : before anyone asks, yes, they did end up consummating their marriage that night. yes, mariella's dramatic ass absolutely made joe push her out in a wheelchair the next morning. and yes, she blasted 'i just had sex' by lonely island on the drive back to their apartment.
she also may have played it on repeat when they got home and said she was on "bed rest" for the next three days.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: shoutout to collab/lore anon for the ask that inspired this. i wrote it while watching mnr. not my best, but it's something lmao no taglist, cause i was supposed to answer this with an ask, but formatting is giving me hell tonight. the photo placement was all fucked up in the ask and now with this post, the fucking read more won't place where i want it to...hate it here.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: roman reigns x black!oc
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: angst and smut. rough sex. dirty talk. unprotected sex. age gap. forbidden romance.
𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: photos from pinterest and instagram. dividers by @cafekitsune / gif by
@punksyeetgifs
“Thank you.”
Shayera manages a small smile as she slides over the crisp twenty dollar bill she’d pulled from her LV wallet when looking out the window and catching the familiar night scenery of a town she hasn’t seen in a few weeks but knows very well. The palm trees lining the streets filled with shops ranging from well known department and large scale stores all the way to smaller, local shops and boutiques. Some of which she’s visited during one of many visits over the years.
But it’s when establishments are traded for condos and mansions—secured behind large iron gates that also share a level of familiarity—that she pulled out her wallet and prepared the cash tip she ensured to have for both arrival and departure.
Shayera just hopes that the departure doesn’t come any time soon. That her one way ticket won’t end up being a waste vs the round trip ticket her mouse pointer hovered over for far too long before she bit the bullet.
The driver with a quiet disposition and otherwise friendly smile that grew in size the minute he saw the generous tip, pulls her luggage out the trunk and gestures up the a perron. She shakes her head, accepting the handle and adjusting the purse over her shoulder.
“I’m okay. Thank you.” A final nod of nonverbal appreciation before the sound of the wheels against the gravel drowns out until nothing is left except the silence of a neighborhood where the actual closest neighbor is a good mile away on either side.
She chuckles to herself. Can still recall the way Roman’s eyes lit up when his realtor at the time drove them to what would eventually be his forever home. She knew the moment he realized it was tucked away not just in the heart of the elite occupied subdivision but also a good distance away from others that it was a all but a done deal. A man who's seemingly always preferred isolation over socialization, it just fit him.
It’s a reminder that makes her frown falter. Forces her to recall what led to this situation.
The anger in his voice and hurt written all over his face. The way he turned away and wouldn’t even look at her as he gathered his items, each forceful grab accompanied by hurtful, cruel statements he left no room for her to dispute.
“It’s always fucking something with you.”
“What was the point of you even coming then?”
“I don't have to put up with this shit, Shayera.”
“If I want to get pussy from someone and then dip, I can do that with any woman. Why even bother with this shit? With you?"
Shayera has to blink back her tears as she carries her suitcase up the steps, anxiety growing with each heavy footstep.
She’s known Roman long enough to know that he often has no filter or regard for anything or anyone when he’s upset, and nothing makes him more upset than that conversation. Perhaps she should be angry with him. She was, to a certain extent, but unlike her lover, Shayera has never been the type to return fire with fire.
No, her father taught her from a very young age that pouring gasoline on an already blazing inferno does nothing more than exacerbate. The best route is always through. Through the flames and smoke, on the other side of it all, was the way to go. It’s advice she’s always applied and utilized in any way that she can.
Especially in her relationship.
The cool metal of the key in hand is a welcomed, different sensation than the bundle of nerves twirling in the pit of her stomach. Despite typing out several different times what exactly she plans to say, Shayera knows herself well enough that when it comes to him, plans only go so far. Great in theory and preparation but are rarely ever implemented in real time. She gets around him, and everything is thrown out of the window. He’s the source of discombobulation and makes her brain—and heart—feel fuzzy.
It’s both frustrating and welcomed. Frustrating because even after all this time, she hasn’t found a way to work through it. Welcomed because….because a part of her doesn’t want to work through it. Things are just…..easy with Roman. Maybe not in situations like now. Where he’s so upset with her that texts and calls go unanswered for weeks at a time. But when they’re good, they’re so so good. No one has ever made her feel what Roman does. Nor has she ever cared for a man as much as she cares for Roman.
Has loved a man as much as she loves Roman.
Thoughts and sentiments that ebb and flow as she uses the key to welcome herself in. Her nose immediately crinkles at the aroma that greets her. Her smile revived. Butterscotch and caramel. A turn of her head to the side as she hits the switch to light up the foyer, a glance at the plug-in under and in between the mahogany legs of the entryway table. The scent she’d selected when they were laid up in bed, him in between her legs as he tasked her with compiling a list of items needed for his new home.
Their home, as he called it.
But once again, another intrusive, unwanted memory. The way he ran his hands through his hair as she stood across from him in the kitchen of his old penthouse while she worked to pack up the last of his dishes. His frustration towards her refusal to sign her name on the deed. To officially and legally make it their home. The same argument with a different coat, but the core remained the same.
The same reason for her unannounced visit. Shayera walks over to place her purse on the table and tuck her suitcase right up beside it. She can grab it later. But first—
“What are you doing here?”
She jumps and immediately spins around. Her eyes widen and instantly soften. Roman stands in the middle of the staircase. The low lighting is a backdrop behind his large body, strong muscles outlined almost in a way that would draw her focus to his chiseled, shirtless frame and the way his dark sweats hang low and emphasize the noticeable outline of his dick print but not for one thing.
One large, hideous thing.
“Oh my God.”
Shayera’s body is an autonomous being as she works quickly to close the distance between them. Her frown deeper than it’s been since the moment he walked out the hotel with a large, heavy slam of the door that she laid in bed awake all night praying would open again at one point.
That she’d wake up the next morning to the feel of a strong set of arms holding her tight and soft snoring in her ear.
It never happened.
The minute she’s close enough, Shayera extends her hand, fingers gingerly and slowly tracing over the large, jagged outline of various shades of dark purple, black, and specks of red that take up the almost entirely of his right pec.
She knew it was bad. Winced when she read an article saying he’d sustained an injury during a segment that reportedly been exacerbated during a weightlifting session prior to a match. Gasped aloud when she pulled up the stream and saw him walk out with the grotesque injury that stares back at her now.
She’d been furious to see him defy what she knows had to have been advised against by his doctors, but if Roman is anything, it’s stubborn to a fault.
It’s why he’d continued to ignore her outreach attempts that doubled in frequency and number after the fact. A torn right pectoral tendon. That’s what she’d read in an article that reported he’d be out for two weeks, at max. Again, another timeline that reeked of being AMA.
Hence why Shayera knew she had to take this opportunity to see him. She needed to see him. Outside of missing him like crazy, she’s been worried about him even more.
And seeing it in person? Yeah. A part of her is wishing she’d booked that flight a hell of a lot sooner, even if Roman’s scowl indicates she shouldn’t have booked it all.
“Roman, why would you still f—”
“What are you doing here, Shayera?”
The repeat of his initial question with an added layer of irritation as he jerks away from her is discouraging, but it’s not unsurprising. The last thing she expected was for him to welcome her with open arms.
She lifts her head, keeping her voice even. “You know why I’m here.”
Something flashes in his eyes following her response. He flicks his gaze to the side as her eyes focus on the sparse gray hairs in his beard that’s slightly outgrown. Longer and more unkempt than his usual preference. “No cameras. Right? No chance of you being seen with the likes of me. Just how you like it.”
Her chest tightens and her brows shift inward. “Don’t say that. I don—”
“Shay—”
“You’re not the only one who has the right to be upset, you know.” She challenges, arms crossed in an attempt to keep her hand from lifting to graze her palm over his chest again. She’d bet any money he hasn’t been 100% compliant with whatever medical guidance has been recommended or instructed. “I understand your frustration, but you saying hurtful shit to me when you’re upset is getting real old, Roman.” This part of her typed out points to address wasn’t intended to be hit on until a little later, but she also wasn’t expecting Roman to be waiting for her at the door.
Literally.
“You’re damn near a decade older than me, but you act like a child and ice me out instead of talking to me like an adult—”
“If you’re just going to regurgitate everything you said in your texts, you could have just sent that shit—”
“I wasn’t done talking.” A beat. “Don’t interrupt me.”
Another flash in his eyes as she notices his gaze dips to her chest, the zipper sitting right under the swell of her breast that are pushed up and together from her bra. A perhaps intentional wardrobe selection.
Shayera steps closer, ignoring her previous refusal to follow through on burning urges. She reaches up, one hand on his cheek, the other on his chest. Over his heart. “Roman, I love you. You know I love you, and I know you love me, and I’m sorry….” She licks her lips, eyes temporarily dropping to the floor. “I’m sorry that we have to be like this. I know…I know it can’t be a forever thing, and it won’t. I promise.” Her gaze lifts just in time to see the way his jaw ticks, scowl gradually melting away with each genuine word and expression of vulnerability. “I’m going to figure this out. I will. I just….I need more time, Roman….please.”
It’s a big ask. She knows this. Most men would have been dipped. Would have said that navigating such a dynamic—secretly dating a politician's daughter with a squeaky clean image for over two years now—was insane.
And it is.
But Roman is not most men.
And it’s one of the reasons she loves him so much.
She’s not sure what he’s going to say. For as well as she knows the man before her, there are times even she can’t predict his next move.
Then again, sometimes neither can he.
But there’s no disputing the way her stomach blooms with butterflies at his low, gruff but audible question. His arm snaking around her body, making her other hand lift to his chest.
“How long are you here for?”
Shayera smiles.
Licks her bottom lip and looks down, intentional with the slow movement of her zipper in a downward motion. Fully aware of his eyes remaining glued to her chest as she shrugs the hoodie off, revealing her black, skin tight, one piece body suit. The kind she’s also fully aware he loves to see her in. “Long enough to take care of you.” Shayera leans up on her toes, locking her wrists behind his neck. Her eyes lift to his as she bats her long eyelashes. “To acknowledge you.”
“Mmmm, shit, Roman.”
Shayera’s eyes are clamped shut. Her hands are locked into his wet hair that’s tangled around her fingers. Water rains down on both of them, soaking both himself and her, including the sew in that she just got touched up last week. But it’s an insignificant sacrifice in the grand scheme of things. A small price to pay for the pleasure that wrecks her body.
Her back pressed into the cool tile, soft breast squeezed against his strong chest, his hands digging into her hips and keeping her right where he wants her.
“You like that, don’t you?” His gruff voice sounds in her ear as the sounds of water slapping against the floor battle against the sound of her bouncing off his dick. “Like the way daddy fucks this tight ass pussy?”
Shayera nods with desperate fervor, as if he can see it. As if he’s able to see that she doesn’t just like it. She fucking loves it.
To say that he’s freaked her out would be an understatement. Before Roman, sex was just a thing. Fine but nothing to be overly obsessed with and over.
But that was then. This is now, and nothing feels better than that big ass dick of his rocking in and out of her. Jutting her body up and down the wall as they fuck in the shower.
How they ended up here, she hasn’t a clue. And truth be told, he should not be hoisting her up like he is. Unnecessary pressure and strain on an injury that’s most likely not even close to being fully healed. And if it was, it sure ain’t anymore.
Shayera gasps loudly when Roman lifts his left hand to force her head back, her mouth dropping and eyes fluttering just enough to see his smug expression. Strands of his dark hair glued against his cheeks and forehead, water droplet swimming down his strong face and settling in his beard. If she looks close enough, she can detect the remnants of her own juices from when he bent her over the bathroom counter and ate her out from behind.
“Talk to me, Shay.” He demands, a groan escaping her mouth when he intensifies his thrusts, slamming into her. Nothing has ever hurt so good. “Tell me how good your Tribal Chief making you feel, princess.”
She moans, nodding and whimpering when he drops his hand to support with her with both, her fingers raking up and down his strong arms. She’ll never get over just how fucking big he is. In all the ways. “So good, daddy. You make—fuck—you make me feel so good.”
“Yeah?” He pants, eyes still focused on her. “You love me, baby girl?”
Another desperate, heartfelt nod and proclamation of adoration. “I l—love you s—s—o much.”
Roman’s full, soft lips trail along her jaw, wet kisses eventually leading to their lips locking. Her hands once again intertwined in his loose tresses, his tongue thrusted in her mouth that she moans into when he grinds his pelvis against hers, making him bottom out. Her slick, wet pussy walls squelching and contracting around the sheer size and girth of him. No matter how many times they fuck, she’ll never get over nor fully understand how she manages to take it all.
But she does.
Every single time.
She’s left wanting more, however, when Roman abruptly pulls away. Her eyes shooting open just in time as he manages to lower her to the ground, her knees buckling right as he pulls out of her, making her gasp and moan.
“Ro—”
“Shhh.” He hushes her, leaning over and caressing the back of her head. She’s certain she must look a fucking mess. Lips swollen and makeup smeared long before they made their way into the shower. From when he fucked her face as they stood on the stairway. The water just added another level of disarray. But it doesn’t stop the way he’s staring down at her with awe, with the same amount of undeniable love and gratitude that she feels towards and about him in all the ways. When it’s just the two of them, nothing else matters and no one else exists. With him, she’s whole.
Complete.
Two halves that can only make a whole when together.
He glides his finger over her bottom lip, Shayera fighting the urge to reach for his hot, turgid dick digging into her stomach. Inside her. She needs him inside her. “You know your Tribal Chief loves you, right?”
Her stomach tightens as he dips his head, her eyes fluttering yet again when he kisses the swell of her breast, thick tongue circling her peppered nipple. “Y—yes.” Shayera gasps when he bites down on her breast, evoking a painful and pleasurable sensation that makes her pussy throb and flutter.
“Yes, what?”
She swallows. “Yes, my Tribal Chief.”
“Good.” Another abrupt switch and change when Roman stands up and forces her against the wall. Her hands plant against the wet tile as she wiggles her ass back against him, feeling him run his thick, cum smeared and glistening dick up and in between her ass cheeks. “Cause I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
Lips curved into a small smile that disappears only when he yanks her head back at the same time he nudges his dickhead between her tight pussy lips, stretching her wide and open, inch by inch, until he bottoms out once more.
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