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Pairing: Roman Reigns + Melissa Boyd - Original Female Character
Summary: Roman tries to help, but will Melissa understand?
CW: Angst, workaholic tendencies, stress, distant relationship, etc.
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2026
Roman: It’s so busy this weekend, but I miss you.
Melissa: Not now. 🙄
Roman: Did something happen?
Melissa: Don’t. 😑
Roman: I’m leaving right now….
Trying to exit faster than his own sneakers could move here, Roman gathered his entourage without hesitation and found Melissa’s hotel room, anxious in that elevator without raising his voice. There’s no other option, especially considering the public.
Leaving his shoes at the door from habit, Roman noticed his girlfriend Melissa Boyd on the sofa with blankets while central air blasted around that living area. No TV. No music, either. Not even scrolling devices or chatting with friends. She’s sleeping.
Blowing kisses over the air, Roman knew so much better than to wake Melissa up, despite hectic arrangements that swarmed the city. Then shouldering extra luggage, Reigns took his shower, yet planned something else as the water began to steam.
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Melissa,
You fell asleep. We’ll handle everything.
Rest, Sweetheart. You deserve the world.
-Roman
It was supposed to be a quick nap. Melissa Boyd planned to lay down, but jolt once more, heading right back to work. There’s too much going on outside. Too much happening downtown, especially with “Saturday Night’s Main Event” on schedule.
And yet, when this hardworking woman fixed her own glasses and looked around that hotel living room, this evening crossed another skyline from large windows. Each upcoming light may blink over the cityscape. It’s home away from home.
Fuck! Melissa almost wanted to scramble all over the room. With each passing moment that took place around here, she doesn’t even know what time it is yet. Truth be told, how will management react if she’s not available on location tonight?
To make shit ten times worse, her best friend, Jade Cargill, isn’t even booked for the show, just appearing on “Friday Night Smackdown” yesterday. It’s bad enough that Michin and B-Fab aren’t here, either, now forcing Mel to handle this weekend alone.
And Roman? God! Reigns locked down more events than usual and the special convention has been exhausting. Melissa even traveled early to get a head start before time pulled folks somewhere. Maybe chasing the clock spiraled right now.
When Melissa checked her phone at last, Roman left voice notes:
“My hair’s down. Wish you could see it..”
“In the car. I’ll be back soon..”
“Nobody else will bother us. I promise…”
Soon returning with gorgeous flowers, Roman tried to smile as those dark curls met each of his broad shoulders. Even laugh lines welcomed his handsomely chiseled face as he leaned inward, still grateful to kiss Mel through comfortable silence.
Fresh out of the shower yet half-dressed, Roman and Melissa don’t even talk about work and simply lay in this bed together. Soft moonlight would pass their tangled silhouettes and chemistry has now joined the otherwise lavish bedroom.
“Stay as long as you want.” His voice drifted between and kindness and allure, completely ignoring the same world that almost took her away.
“Wait, I have to leave in the morning.” Melissa tried, still exhausted and thinking ten steps ahead for so many reasons.
“No, you don’t.” With those brown eyes never leave her face, Roman gently insisted and didn’t raise his voice at all. “I told both managers.”
“Aldis and Pearce?” Barely sitting up, Melissa didn’t know what to think.
“Yeah.” Roman nodded, laying back down and burying his face toward her as their bodies entwined once more.
As Melissa blinked toward the ceiling, she knew.
Plans might change soon enough.
*****
“Ro, what time is it?” Despite sharing breakfast the next morning, Melissa pulled herself together by an absolute miracle and looked around, gathering essentials regardless.
In addition to “Smackdown” and “Saturday Night’s Main Event” taking place this weekend, their packed schedule will end with the kickoff show for “Summerslam.”
“10:30.” Pouting toward his favorite watch, Roman shrugs. “Why?”
“Oh, good. I’ll call security in like ten minutes and go down to Javits early…” Melissa offered so many ideas in her head and tried to straighten back up for work.
“Baby?” Roman wanted to distract her. Needed something else. There’s no point in running off again.
Grabbing her phone like clockwork, Melissa already started texting someone. Roman doesn’t know what to think, but annoyance loomed in the background.
“Okay, all set. I…” Trailing, Melissa looked up to see Roman already making eye contact.
“We’re not leaving.” Reigns won’t demand anything, but his words caught Mel off guard.
“What?” Melissa asked, interrupted by the sweetest kiss as Roman held her waist for a moment.
“We’re..not leaving…” Though repeating himself with more affection, Roman doesn’t care and still noticed at the most beautiful woman on earth.
“If we shouldn’t leave yet, what’s your plan?” Melissa waited, gently curious this time around.
“Let me take care of you..” His simple yet nearly daring promise wakes up her senses and everything else fall away, finally allowing Melissa to relax.
Author's Note: So I've had this idea of a dirtier meaning to OTC for a few years now, and I've always wanted to write a fic based on it, but I never had the inspiration to until today. Part 2 is already in progress.
Warning(s)-Slight smut
Credits: Divider by @cursed-carmine, Photos from Pinterest, Gif credit to owner.
Synopsis-How OTC came to be.
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Y/N was the one to come up with the three letters that the WWE universe would eventually come to know as, OTC.
But OTC didn't originally stand for Original Tribal Chief, at least not to her. OTC had a whole different meaning, dirtier, sexier, a meaning that only she and Roman would ever truly know.
"OTC" stood for "One Thick Cock," a nickname Roman loved and that stuck with him ever since. Of course it would; Roman never hid the fact that he was proud of how long, thick, and meaty his cock was. His cock made all the women spread their legs willingly for him, and he loved it.
It all started when Y/N, who was the backstage interviewer for both RAW and Smackdown, accidentally walked into what she thought was an empty locker room, only for her to be met with a fully naked Roman Reigns standing in the middle of the room. Y/N froze as soon as she saw the godlike man standing there proudly and looking at her with a smirk on his face. You would think he would be angry at her for intruding or tell her to get out. But no, Roman just seemed a little too pleased with himself, for whatever reason.
"I think you got the wrong locker room, baby girl," Roman smiled cheekily as he spread his legs apart a little further.
Y/N was frozen on the spot, but she couldn't stop her eyes from roaming over every inch of muscle on that man's body. Her eyes traveled lower and lower until she found herself letting out a breathy gasp at the sight of his long, thick cock that looked semi-hard. She felt her mouth starting to drool at how meaty it was.
"That is one Otc," she blurted out quickly before she could fully stop herself.
Roman heard her, even though she thought she was being quiet with her little comment.
"Otc, huh?" he chuckled while shaking his head, intrigued by her statement. "What does that mean?"
Y/N finally managed to snap out of it and come back to reality. She looked at Roman with wide eyes.
"No- no- nothing, i- it me- means nothing", she stuttered nervously, not wanting to admit the truth that she was just describing his cock
Before Roman could press on for more answers, Y/N was out of the room before he had time to blink.
"Otc," he whispered to himself with a slight glint in his eyes, his gaze falling down onto his now rock-hard cock that was just begging for attention.
