Warnings: Smut (18+), graphic language, sexual scene, cursing, female ejaculation.
A/N: Sorry for any errors, I didn’t really go over it once it was finished. Gif credit to, I believe, @romanreignsdefencesquad.
Character: Roman Reigns x Reader
The wind blew just slightly, just enough to move a few pieces of hair into her face. A ray of warmth shone down on them as they walked through the woods, the weather just cold enough to wear a long-sleeved shirt. Birds were chirping overhead, mixing in with the sound of old leaves and twigs being stepped on, and there was a faint smell of wet wood as they stepped through the trees. Up ahead was the lake and their camping ground.
Joe had been very busy these past few months and he was finally able to take a week off from traveling. He felt bad for not spending as much time with his girlfriend and came up with the idea to go away for a few days. However, she wasn’t too keen on camping. It was getting colder and she was scared to sleep outside, especially in the woods in the middle of nowhere. Joe joked around with her about it, saying that he was big and strong enough to fight off a bear or scare an intruder away, but she still wasn’t sure until he held her and promised that nothing would ever happen to her under his watch. So she agreed and he had planned everything out.
“How much further?” She groaned. Her feet were aching from walking two miles into the woods. Joe turned to look at her and stopped.
“It’s just up there, not too much further. Here,” he said and bent down on one knee after clearing the heavy bag from his back. Her legs straddled his waist and her arms clung to his shoulders as he stood and gathered the bag.
He was right, it wasn’t but a good fifteen feet until he sat the bag down and then helped her down from his back. Joe took in the view of the lake and breathed in, inhaling the smell of the trees that dripped with last night's heavy pour. She walked around him and smiled. It was really beautiful. The sky was now a pinkish-orange color as the sun set behind the mountains afar.
“Let’s set up the tent,” Joe said and began to rummage through his bag.
So far, she was having fun, but she couldn’t deny the flinching every time there was a noise around them- which Joe laughed at every single time. She then found comfort and safety sitting between Joe’s legs as they roasted hot-dogs and marshmallows with the fire that sat in front of them. The bugs were out like crazy, but with the fire and the spray that Joe had brought, neither had barely gotten a single bite.
Joe wrapped his arms around her waist while she pulled the burnt marshmallow from the stick and fed it to him before licking the excess goo from her fingers. He then placed his lips to her temple and yawned. “Are you ‘bout ready for bed?” he asks, his chin resting on her shoulder.
“Mmm,” she responded and pulled from his hold so she could stand up. He follows and walks around the fire to the tent. She’s right behind him as he unzips the opening and steps in, his shoes immediately being kicked off and nudged to the side. “Babe,” she softly called and grabbed his hand before he laid down on the pile of pillows and blankets, “Don’t you think we should put out the fire?”
“Shit, yeah. Hold on,” he said and hurried to slip his shoes back on before going back out into the chilly night air. She heard him extinguish the fire and then twigs crunching under his boots, but it sounded like he was going further away from where she was.
“Joe?” She asked hesitantly, her fingers gripping onto the zipper of the tent. “Joe, please don’t fuck around,” she cried out.
But he doesn’t answer. Instead, the back of the tent is hit and Joe screams out, “Boo!” Screaming, she dropped her phone and scramble to pick it up to turn on the flashlight. She could hear Joe laughing as he came back to the front of the tent, his shoes in hand, and a smile plastered on his face. “Oh, c’mon baby, you’re just too easy to scare,” he defended.
“Fuck you! Seriously, I almost started crying because I thought you left me. You’re such a fucking asshole, Leati, seriously,” she complained.
“Baby,” he chuckled, “What on God’s green Earth would make you think that I would ever leave your ass out here, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, all alone? Not to mention, you can’t find your damn way around a circle.”
He walked over and zipped up the tent before bending down to his knees where he grabbed her hand. Kissing each of her fingertips, he pulls her in for a hug and whispers that he loves her too much. After a few moments of Joe constantly apologizing, she changed into her pajamas- which consisted of a red pair of flannel pants and one of Joe’s hoodies- and climbed under the covers. Joe stripped out of his jacket and jeans before he slid on a pair of joggers and a hoodie for himself.
Once the two were comfortable and warm, Joe pulled her into him and wrapped his arms around her stomach. He kissed her clothed shoulder and whispered, “Goodnight.” But she laid there, unable to sleep and listened to the noises that came from outside. Turning onto her opposite side, she wrapped a leg over Joe’s waist and hid her face into his neck, her arm wrapped around his bicep.
*
She didn’t know the time, but she believed it was still early. Joe had rolled over on his stomach, his face resting against her chest and his arm and leg dangling over her body. She ran her fingers through his hair, which he had let down last night, and kissed his forehead. Groaning, Joe blinked himself awake and yawned. He looked up at her and his lips peppered kisses against her wrist while she continued to play with his hair.
Rolling over and resting himself between her legs, Joe’s lips attacked her neck before he pulled the hoodie from her body and threw it somewhere else. He hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs along with her pants and tossed them aside. His lips met hers in a heated kiss and he grounded his erection into her sex and groaned into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers into his hair.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Mmf,” she mumbled into his neck and bit down on the skin. A layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead as he grounded harder into her, the material of his joggers dampened with her juice. She reached for the hem of his shirt and Joe parted from her for a moment to slip it off. Chest to chest, her erect nipples rubbed against his flushed skin and they both moaned at the contact.
Joe slipped his pants down to his knees and pumped on his warm cock. Hard and throbbing, he rubbed himself through her folds and played with her clit. The skin of his cock was soft, but it was fully hard and erect and he had no problem slipping into her. Her head fell back and his eyes rolled into his head. The feeling of being inside of her was of nothing he had experienced before. No amount of adrenaline that buzzed through his veins and no victories against his opponents had ever made him feel this good.
Filling her to the hilt, Joe grabbed her legs and pushed them against her chest. Pleasure was an understatement when he did so. He had reached a deeper, more exciting part of her that they both enjoyed. Thrusting into her with astounding speed, he pulled out completely and lifted her bottom up before plunging back in and hitting that sensitive yet rough spot within her walls.
“Joe!” She meant to moan but it had come out in a strangled whine when he smashed himself against it. Her legs began to shake and Joe began to slow down but thrust harder. The sound of her wet cunt and slapping skin echoed, overlaying the noise of the birds that screeched in the trees.
Sweaty and out of breath, Joe pushed all the way in, the tip of his cock pressing her g-spot like a button. He emptied inside of her, his deep moans releasing from his throat. Joe swiped his arm over his forehead and gripped her legs again, spreading them wide and hitting that spot all over again until her juices gushed out and covered the blankets that they laid on.
Completely worn out, Joe didn’t even pull out and laid on top of his girlfriend, his face pressed against her neck. Her throat was dry, burning and desperate for water. Joe kissed her sweat-covered skin and sat back up, his arms shaking with exhaustion. He rummaged through the clothes and slipped on the jeans he had worn the day before, nearly catching himself in his zipper. His girlfriend, who had sat up, watched him. She joined him in getting dressed soon after.
Joe took down the tent while she gathered everything and put it away in their bags. It was still early, maybe eleven, and both were starving. Joe slipped his bag over his shoulders and grabbed his girlfriend’s hand while they began the journey back to the car.
“Did you have fun?” he asked and took a quick glance down at her.
“Surprisingly, yes. Thank you for talking me into coming out here. And thank you for this morning,” she grinned. Joe smirked and winked at her.
