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thesamoanqueen · 2 years

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Shut Down

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: SMUT; Fingering; Oral sex; Overstimulation, Errors like rain.

A/N: I wanted to write a kind of flashback from the night before my last fic... and I had so many ideas about Roman in the gym that well, I couldn't resist.

- Slow down ... - he tried, seeing her throw yet another punch.

The punching bag trembled in his hands, the chain stretched for the umpteenth sequence and she stubbornly refused. One kick, one punch, two kicks, one punch, without even catching her breath. Roman continued to hold position, letting her let off steam as much as possible in an attempt to mitigate the chaos she must have been inside her at that moment. It was a way like any other to deal with pain, he respected it and it was always better than hanging around. Maybe.

- You'll get hurt - he tried to make her think, seeing her hold back a curse when she hit badly.

- Im less delicate than you think - she blurted out offended, trying again and getting the same result and a reproachful look from Roman.

- It's not a test, you can-

- Save your breath, I didn't ask you to give me lessons, champ. - she stubbornly replies, releasing a new shot at the sack that Roman collected in silence, along with his annoyance at her attitude.

She was angry, hurt, frustrated. Her mind was elsewhere. It was her way of dealing with those days, she did it to divert her energies, the feelings.

He inspired with eyes closed, taking blow by blow, letting Y/N make her way until a new twist put a strain on her ankle and seeing a grimace again, he couldn't help himself.

- Babygirl...

- Don't call me that, I'm not your baby girl - she cut him off, heading to the other end of the gym with an offended look and Roman tightened his grip on the punching bag with a growl.

He took another breath as she slipped off the black bandages on her hands to prepare the spreader bar and walked over to her, jaw set and tension mounting.

She was talking without thinking. It wasn't the right time for certain things, not tonight.

Undaunted, Y/N kept to load the weights and Roman ran a hand over his face, exasperated. He wanted to let her do it, give her a chance to let off steam in her own way, really, but she was overdoing it and when he saw her tighten the safety to climb astride the bench, he automatically moved to position himself too. That barbell was fine for a pure lifting exercise, not the nonstop marathons she was throwing herself into that night. He placed himself behind her head, watching from above as Y/N lay down and although the view was amazing from there, he focused on the weights, helping her to hold them. Blood pumping, he stood with his arms outstretched, ready to take the barbell out of her hand at the first hint of tremor and after all those hours, a set and a half was enough. He pulled it without warning and Y/N's eyes snapped at him.

- What are you doing?! - she groaned angrily, getting to her feet.

- That's enough. You will get hurt and it won't help you.

- Give it back Roman.

- No, you won't do anything else. Not as long as I'm in here.

- Then leave me alone! I didn't ask you to come find me, don't you have any interviews tomorrow? A meeting with the management, any calls to make in Florida?! - he heard her burst and tightened his grip on the bar, muscles tense and jaw set, staring her eyes into hers.

- Don't use that tone with me.

- Or?

God… he was trying, he was really trying. But she was really the only person in the world capable of driving him up the wall.

- Y/N... – Roman growled, curling his mouth as he tried to pick up the last ounce of patience.

- Back off, the Tribal Chief doesn't work on me. No punishment for the bad girl, we both know - she provoked him and the moment she turned her back to go stubborn to do who knows what else, Roman stopped trying to restrain himself.

He had gone there to keep her from doing nonsense like that, he had tried to do it with good hands, but if she cared so much and wanted to fight, he would give her a reason to fight.

It took him a few steps to grab her and an arm to load her onto his shoulders. He heard her squeak in her surprise, but that was all he got of her before she knelt against his chest and felt her wriggle.

- Let me go!

- You better calm down. Now.

He felt her hands pressing on his shoulders, trying to make room, but avoiding such situations was his job. He was able to hold men almost twice her weight, stuck with one arm around their neck, could hold her off or so he thought, because the fact that she was more flexible than expected, with that ridiculous gym outfit and pressed against him, was making it delicate quickly. He tightened his grip on her hips, passing his biceps under her stomach, but Y/N had already placed one knee on his shoulder and when she pushed her curly head over his back, Roman let go, not intending to end up with his butt to land for that impromptu match. He turned just in time to see her straighten up and took her by her ankle, crushing her on the floor to keep her from running away. And if he was a ground fighting type, he could have predicted it well in advance, but he wasn't and he honestly wasn't thinking, so the grip on his neck with the leg she pulled him into was a surprise. On whether it was pleasant or not, even he had conflicting opinions and just as many on how to get out of it. He could have forced her to defend herself, he was heavier, bigger and even if Y/N's legs felt like pincers, he could have done it, but he had to reach out to do it.

They were arguing, Y/N was even trying to submitt him, there was nothing else. He could do it.

So he slipped his big arms under her back and ass and lifted her up, standing with Y/N still clinging to his neck. He felt her tighten her grip with her thighs, saw her abs contract from the strain and one of her hands gripped his hair as he pushed her back down in a powerbomb without any strength. He could never hurt Y/N, but the contact with the mat frightened her anyway and he felt her hang around his neck, holding on reflexively to muffle. Her face curled up under his jaw and with her fingers gripping his T, Roman held her to the ground, quickened breathing and arms around her body. He inspired, feeling her still against his chest and regaining some patience, he kissed her on the head.

- We need to correct this attitude, do you understand me?

- ... I need to do it Ro ... - he heard her mutter and he tightened his grip, trying to shield her from everything even though they were alone.

- Pushing yourself to the edge and getting hurt won't help, babygirl.

He knew how bad she felt about that situation even after all those years, but self-destruct was no solution and he certainly wouldn't have stood by and watched her do it. She could spend the rest of her life in the gym, at any time of day or night, but not getting hurt, much less blaming him.

- … do you have another option?

The question reached his ears after a long silence, with an indecipherable tone and for a moment that newfound peace between them was on verge of breaking because of one too many replies, but Roman just had time to open his mouth with intend to put her back in line before he feel her lips press against the skin. He stood still, feeling her kiss his neck, first hesitantly and then with more abandon, in a hot wake that was enough to make his pants a prison. Her nails scratched the back of his neck and the growl of pleasure that erupted from his throat at that sudden and uncontrolled contact made her lift her head to study his expression and seeing those eyes, Roman sent to hell any good resolution to crash their mouths.

He was aware of how wrong it was. They were supposed to be just friends, they worked together and Y/N wasn't completely herself at the moment, but it was all so good. Y/N looked so tiny under him, so perfect in his hands and Roman couldn't help it. He didn't want to stop and if she craved a distraction, a respite, he would be more than happy to be there.

Her mouth was soft, warm, she tasted good and he had waited too long. It was like receiving a rush throughout the body, adrenaline rising, muscles suddenly tense with each touch of her hands. He was feeling intoxicated by the taste of her and he wanted more, more and more and Y/N was so willing to give him what his body was screaming. Her mouth had opened at the first touch of his tongue, leaving him in control, allowing him to devour her without the slightest resistance. She responded to every touch, every bite, it was exciting and comfortable at the same time, as if someone had made her specifically for that. For him.

He broke away from her unwillingly, breathing heavily, but although she was in the same condition as him Y/N continued to kiss him everywhere, tenacious and undeterred and Roman inspired her scent with his eyes closed, enjoying that unexpected warmth. He felt her teeth pinch his jaw, her hands grasp the back of his neck, cling to his arm and a hungry growl made his chest vibrate, feeling her everywhere against his body and still not close enough.

- Please ... - he heard her voice whisper - ... Ro please ... - she repeated over and over, prompting him to look down at her with a frown.

Y/N was the least fragile person he had ever met, she was almost unwavering and for that very reason a part of him was still keeping him from losing any restraint, but hearing her pleading with such a need in her voice, hearing her cling to him, was something that was beyond any effort of his self-control. It was probably another way to take the pain away, maybe she just wanted another punching bag, but it was the most exciting thing he had ever heard and it made him feel more powerful than any match in his life, more than any win or belt. It was a discharge to his ego.

- Roman, please - she tried again and he found himself holding his breath, seeing her pouting her lips, with an innocent look that didn't suit her at all.

- I cant with you… you said, no punishment for the bad girl. Have you change your mind? - he asked rubbing her cheek, while Y/N kept on looking at him with those eyes of hers.

She would have killed someone with that expression and Roman was more than sure he was ready to do the same if some dude had even tried to get close.

- You had been good with me. And me instead, I've runned my mouth. - she said it in a broken voice, but this time for something other than what had tormented her for those two days.

- So what? What do you want? - he urged her, passing a fingertip over her puffy mouth with a serious look.

Y/N let him do it without opposing and actually lifted her chin, settling better against his hand, while her legs slid around one of Roman's knees, allowing her to press her center against it. He felt her hold back a moan at that contact and possessively tightened his hold on her face.

- … maybe, shall we put my mouth to better use? - she suggested, blowing her breath against his thumb, before letting it slip into her mouth.

And the warmth of her tongue against his skin was all Roman needed. He watched her wrap her lips around his thumb, soft and shiny, her head wandering from side to side, while her soft tongue surrounded it. Roman saw her eyes move for a second on him, nasty, before hearing her suck and a moan of approval left him feeling the pressure.

She was a threat and an invitation, a roller coaster he never wanted to get off, but it wouldn't go that way, he wouldn't let her have her way. She had done it for hours, locked in that empty hotel gym, she had done nothing else. Now he was in charge and he would take care of her no matter what.

- No.

His voice stopped her instantly and Roman saw her look up at him again, lost and unprepared, as his thumb slipped out of her mouth again, wet and red from the attention received. He felt her grip loosen on his forearm, let go of the shirt she was clinging to and for a moment he saw her uncertain, before something inside her snapped, putting her back in line.

She was unshakable - or almost - and Roman held back the grin that threatened to curl his lips, spreading his hand across her face to grab her with a little more force.

- You will do what I want. Up there. And be still - he ordered sharply and Y/N’s gaze wandered back to him, reluctant, before a hand slap her bare thigh, tearing a yelp from her body.

- Do I look like I'm messing around? Up there. Now. - he repeated with more authority, growling almost the last two words and Y/N moved fast, sneaking out of the grip to get on the bench.

He followed, seeing her sit with her legs clenched and her eyes up, but look still a little annoyed and he stood in front of her, watching from the top to show her without any hesitation the bulge in his pants.

She wanted a distraction, she wanted that and Roman would give it to her, there was nothing he wouldn't give her, but in his own way and for the moment, although he would have liked it, without pushing her to her knees with his cock down her throat.

- Bend down and spread those legs for me - he pointed, seeing her put on a show in the process and ran a hand over his hard-on, focusing on what she was showing him even with those ridiculous tiny shorts on.

- Here? - she asked pointing to the bench, while he positioned himself in the middle of her, stroking her soft thighs.

He knew what she was doing, oh he knew it, but he wouldn't let her through. Not that time.

- Someone is still choosing to be bratty, hm? - he replied, giving her a pinch that made her back arch in a pose – As you want… I will take care of this.

He said it softly, without the real intention of provoking a reaction, but Y/N's entire body seemed to tremble at the idea of him and her legs even threatened to close, forcing Roman to block them with his hands. He gave her a warning look and let go only when he felt her soften again, running his fingers up to the edge of the shorts, to remove them first from one leg and then from the other. It wasn't in plans that the underwear would also come off, but her lace caged bikini was so soked that it stuck to the rest of the fabric and the mere sight of it made his mouth water.

- Roman.

The mutter hit him like her scent and placing both her beautiful legs on his shoulders, Roman pulled her to the edge of the bench, running his hands over her warm interior. He felt something wet under his finger, where the underwear must have rubbed on the skin and spreading it better, he caused a new shiver throughout her body.

- Look at that. So messy for me already and I’ve barely done anything.

He said it more to himself than to Y/N, his chest swollen with pride and his bulge throbbing, kissing her on the exact spot where he'd rubbed her trail of humor and then licked his lips. Whatever Y/N was about to say, the words died in her throat the instant Roman looked at her, exposed on that bench for him, with her unmade hair and her breasts who rose and fell from the heated breathing.

God, there was nothing he wouldn't do to her.

- I don't care if it take all night or more, I will fucking ruin you. - he growled hungry and regardless of whatever her reaction had been, he lowered himself between her legs giving a big lick to the center.

- Ah-Fuck!

Its flavor kneaded his mouth instantly, sweet and intoxicating. It tasted more then her lips, it was so concentrated, so intense, making him crazy at first taste. It was her flavour. He had never tasted anything like her and with an unnatural sound coming out of his chest like a roar, Roman dragged her against his face, burying himself inside to devour her. Felt her squirm on the bench and he planted a hand on her belly, giving her a threatening look.

He wanted more, he wanted all, he wanted to fuck her with his tongue, feel her melt on his mouth.

He squeezed, holding her in place, and returned to concentrate on his work, bending his neck just a little to catch one of her moist lips between his teeth. Y/N moaned something in a completely restrained gasp, but Roman was focused on sucking her flesh and then letting it go, first on one side and then on the other, moving as if that were really her lips. Her inside twitch in spasms, her legs shaking as he climbed back a little to suck the red button that stood in the middle with so much drive that it made Y/N reach over his head. His fingers clung to Roman's dark hair and a new growl left him at that contact, the boner throbbing uncontrollably between his legs and the scent of Y/N to cloud his mind.

- R-Rom-an… ah! Oh my g-Ro! Fuck! Ro!

He felt the humors dripping on his chin, beard and not intending to lose a single drop, opened his mouth, feasting on his hot nub without taking a breath or giving her a respite moment. Y/N tightened her grip on his hair, shivering skin and sweaty legs, indulging in a louder moan as Roman slipped his big tongue inside, overbearing and thirsty.

- No, plea-se! R-Ro! Ah! - she groaned out of breath, struggling with the invasions.

Furious, he persisted in his attack, feeling her walls pulsing around his tongue and pressed his face against her puffy mount, rubbing his nose on her clitoris in order to have more depth. He grabbed her from the booty, lifting her against him as if it was his only meal and Y/N dropped her head back, soaking wet from his strokes.

She was a mess, swollen, tense and more her body vibrated with the attention that Roman was giving her, more he lost control, eating her with enthusiasm.

- Rom-ahn! - she moaned louder, his folds now tightened for imminent orgasm.

And aware of the wave that was mounting inside her, wetting her more every moment, he returned to focus on her small protruding bundle of nerves, inserting two fingers inside to pump with more rhythm and speed. Y/N let out a scream for that introduction, she fidgeted, her voice broken and her eyes shut, arching her back to keep only her shoulders resting and Roman took advantage, flattening his tongue to give her the long lapping she needed before exploding. With his gaze on her, he felt her come on his fingers and pulled them away, returning his tongue to its place to bask in the taste of her now pouring over his palate. He cleaned her carefully, one stroke after the other, preventing her from completely descending from her apex to persist in that torture, with the same hunger with which he had started it. He sucked, bit and licked, without giving in, undeterred and stubborn, forcing her to squirm again.

- S-Stop it, R-Ro-

- Nah, another one.

He saw her hands clinging to the edge trying to pull her off, and he grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her skin. Took her against him, inspiring her scent as if it was the only air he really needed and pushed his tongue back inside, making her tremble, fragile and hot under his touch. Her center responded immediately, still sensitive to the orgasm just passed and Roman soon felt her walls throbbing again, increasing the discharges to the rest of her body. Y/N's nails dug into his head, trying to push him away for mercy, but he had no intention of doing so and aware of his strength, he lifted her off the bench, bringing her back to the floor.

- W-wait Ro! Ah! S-slow down! - groaned Y/N, relaxing her back for a second too long onto the new position and it was enough for him to slip his fingers back into her, this time without taking off his tongue.

Leaving moods dripping everywhere, her folds spread comfortably to welcome him and Roman caught one between his lips, releasing it with a loud pop. He pushed, explored and licked, hungry, until he felt her wriggling again between murmurs and moans of pleasure, his manhood pressed on her back while he held her up. A new orgasm from her suddenly hit her, making legs tighten around his head and he licked thirsty, spurring her over and over between the tremors of her body.

- You're doing great... keep your eyes open, babygirl - he called back in an husky voice, licking his lips when Y/N stopped fumbling against the floor to look at him.

She was hot, with her eyes liquid for pleasure and a blurred look, she seemed exhausted and Roman gave her a moment of pace, placing a kiss on the inside of the thight to comfort her. A low sound of gratitude reached him in response and Y/N tried to close her eyes again, but the contact with his boner that was rubbing forcefully on her lower back made her reopen them and Roman smiled amused, leaving her a trail of rough kisses to return to take place at his table.

They would have time for that too, but not there and not now.

He rubbed against her with a growl, feeling his shaft throbbing for attention and deeply inspired her, pulling her back against his chest to pick up where he left off. Y/N however didn't seem to like it and in an effort, she struggled to wriggle out of Roman’s grasp, struggling to pull one leg away from his shoulders to turn around.

- Where y'think you're goin? C’mere, we haven't done yet. Another one - he took her, running a hand under her flat belly to lift her with no effort.

- No Ro, I-Its enough- but her voice failed as one of his fingers slipped deep on her spot from behind, causing a whine that Roman returned with approval.

- Enough? I said I’d take care of you... did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that? You know me babygirl, im a man of my word.

- ... Ro ...

- Just breath, baby, im not going anywhere.

No, he wasn't going anywhere at all. Not after getting a taste of her.

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thesamoanqueen · 2 years

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Breakfast

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: SMUT; Fingering; a bit of oral sex; Errors like always, probably…

A/N: I'm shameless. I repost it cause the tags didn't work. Let me know if you want to be tagged for the next one~ Wish someone will like this new one anyway, bye!

Awakenings weren't for her. She had never liked to stay between the sheets, her body numb from sleep, feel her eyes get used to the light again or maybe she had never really had the opportunity to appreciate them. Certainly, had never happened to appreciate those of the two days she had left behind her, too much weight on her chest and her mind wandering in the dark all the time. In those days she usually kept herself busy to avoid the pain, till she collapsed physically letting the time do the rest and as expected, she had done it too the previous day. The results, however, had been different and for once, she had no desire to get out of bed to start the day and the weight that she felt around her waist was even pleasant.

- Aren't you a little too old to pretend to sleep? - Roman asked, his voice rough, giving her a little pinch on her bare side.

She should have regained consciousness, take stock of the situation and try to get a clear picture of what they had done, but she didn't really like it at that moment and honestly, the only picture she could visualize was Roman's face buried between her legs for what had seemed like an eternity. Or maybe it really had been, the big boy had been furious to the point of making her beg for mercy.

- Ssh, it's not nice to disturb... - she murmured, eyes closed with fake annoyance, moving under his arm to turn away.

Tried at least, because she just had time to inspire between the sheets, before feeling crushed against the pillow, Roman's shadow overhanging her and his weight hanging over. A sound of surprise escaped her mouth as she felt his grip on the wrist pinning her to the bed and her eyes flew open, snapping over her shoulder where she knew she would find him. His beard tickled her sensitive skin and his breath pounded on her neck full of red marks, moving a single tousled lock resting on her cheek.

- Find a kinder way to shut me up babygirl, you already ran enough your mouth yesterday... - Roman suggested, moving her hair with a disarming slowness considering how quickly he had jumped on her just a second before.

And it didn't matter if it was that or the tone he'd warned her in, lower and rougher than it usually was, a jolt ran straight between her thights and Roman's lips began sucking the line between hers shoulder and neck again, were just helping to make her a mess.

- I thought you liked hearing me talk - she muttered, putting on an offended expression.

Roman laughed, giving her a grin before sliding two fingers along her side and further down, up to her bare ass to feel its consistency with his entire hand.

- I found something I like better - he admitted, rubbing his lips on her ear and at that touch, she bent against him, in a perfect arc.

God, they've been up for how long? Ten minutes? Less? And she already wanted to be fucked until she forgot where she was or even who was. Intention that Roman was more than ready to indulge considering his boner which was resting against her buttocks and which made her bite her lip with heavy breathing.

It was not a one-night stand, nor a sudden attraction for a stranger that she would forget in the next town and maybe it wouldn't end well for her, but she didn't want to stop. She couldn't do it, not if Roman was in the middle and so, ignoring the dozens of work and friendship reasons why she shouldn't, she pushed to her knees to slide his shaft between her asscheeks. Y/N felt him rub against her with a low growl and his grip on her wrist tightened for a long moment, almost as if he were afraid of losing her, until the heat between them became too much. With heavy breathing and tense muscles, Roman kissed her nape and then released the wrists and grabbed her hips, drawing her closer to him. A moan made her tremble, toes already crumpling as she felt his tip pressing her wet entrance to rub between her asscheeks again, leaving a soggy trail. Up and down.

- Oh… I like that sound you make - he blew satisfied, repeating that gesture over and over, prompting her to rock her hips in an attempt to increase the friction.

She was such a mess and was more than sure she had never behaved like this to anyone else, but Roman had an effect on her that no one else had ever had. He had it when they worked, when they spent time together and with the latest discoveries, he also had it under the covers. And if he wanted to take control of her she would let him, Y/N trusted him and the way he held her was a turner on.

- You're such a tease! How about doing something? - she tried to retort in frustration, completely flattening her upper body on bed to push herself better.

At that gesture, Roman's fingers sank possessive into her hips, certainly creating yet another mark and Y/N turned to look between her lashes, discovering him almost hypnotized by the meeting of their bodies and the precum that dripped on her skin. His eyes had become darker and his mouth had curled into that typical expression, which he occasionally brought out even in the ring, when was about to lose control, hair falling around his gorgeous face.

Y/N had never had a type of man, not even in her teenage years, but there was no part of Roman inside or outside that didn't drive her crazy. He was her person. And seeing him so absorbed by the simple sway of her hips, so hungry, gave her a rush of power and arousal that her core didn't really need in the state already was.

She was hot and with humor dripping down her legs, she boosted him from the muscular thighs to his abdomen, rocking up and down with obstinacy without losing sight of him. The weight of his shaft leaping to the rhythm of thrusts was almost enough to make her cum and her moans became more needy with every second, until Roman began to give in too.

- Easy babygirl, easy or do you want to beg again? - he stopped her, pulling Y/N’s body against his manhood with a tug on the umpteenth turn of hips.

Ah she wanted it so bad! Wanted to feel him everywhere, to find out how weak her legs became from his thrusts, wanted her mind and body filled only with him, she wanted to feel herself tiny between his hands and his voice in her ears growling her name like a mantra.

- I didn't ask you to be gentle – Y/N mumbled and Roman leaned over her with a grin, kissing her on the shoulder.

- Dont push your luck with that attitude.

- I can be worse, y’know that. - she tried to retort stubbornly, but words died in her mouth the instant two fingers slipped inside her, snatching her a high-pitched moan.

After spending part of evening and the whole night getting fucked, her nub was so sensitive that she was on the verge of breaking up at any moment, but she couldn't have asked for more and Roman seemed to never get enough of her. Of every part of her.

- Uh-hun, but you're such a good girl for me... - he murmured, maybe to her or to himself, while his fingers pumped in and out of her with a disarming slowness.

Y/N felt her insides tighten around them with each intrusion and lost in that exhausting rhythm, didn't even notice that was on her side, one of her legs clinging to Roman's chest and his mouth going down hungry to her breasts. She leaned against him, grinding on his hand as he sucked one sensitive nipples and held him tightly, her fingers through his hair.

They could have blown up the hotel, been in the middle of a press conference or had a hurricane over the window and she wouldn't give a damn. It was worrying, cause she didn't even have Roman inside her yet, at least not until that very moment. The lack of his skillful fingers had been sudden, so short not to give her time to get angry and certainly she wasn't going to complain about that big change now.

- Holy shit! Ro! - she moaned, clinging to his big arms to hold herself when it was all inside her with a single deep movement.

- You're so beautiful all spread out like this... - Roman admired her, licking his lips to sink into her with another thrust without holding back.

The fact that he had touched that spot with disarming precision should have warned Y/N about what her body was teaching him, but she was only able to squirm against the pillow from her rush of pleasure.

It was so damn good...

- Just for me... - she heard him growl, sinking a second time into the same spot and her eyes shut as an all too familiar heat turned her stomach.

Y/N felt one of his hands caress her cheek to make her turn again and the other anchor her better to him for a new thrust. She reopened her eyes just in time to see him lowering himself, thumb rubbing her lips with love and his gaze dark with lust.

- Only for me - repeated, slamming his lips against hers in a heated kiss.

She grabbed him by his neck and squeezed under him, holding on to anything to keep from letting go, just to feel him so close, so over her. Roman tongue was already tasting every corner of her mouth and the thrusts did nothing but force Y/N to moan in silence, while she let him devour her without the slightest intention of giving in to the need for air. But in the end was too much for both of them and with their forehead pressed together, hairs scattered everywhere, Y/N bit his lip one last time deserving a low growl.

- Did you hear me, babygirl? - He urged her, increasing the pace of his thrusts without taking eyes off hers.

The bed under them was now creaking in a dangerous way and although the rooms were soundproofed in that hotel chain, there was very little to do about the knocks on the wall. But did she care? No, not in that moment, not with Roman pumping her inside like it was his life’s mission. And more the pace increased, more helpless she felt under him, more she wanted.

- I asked you if you hear me! Its just for me! - He growled heavily, turning her over to bury himself inside at a new angle.

Sure she had heard, but they weren't in position to talk about certain things at the time. None of them.

He was deep enough to make Y/N feel it in her stomach and her walls now did nothing but squeeze him, letting her humor dribble everywhere, creating obscene sounds with every thrust. More Roman pushed, more she got wet letting him slide better, more the noise of their naked bodies increased. It was ringing in her ears and she wanted more.

- Again please, I-fuck! Fuck! - she screamed out of control, escaping yet another kiss to cling on his shoulders.

- Mine… you’re m-mine. Take it, cmon!

- D-Dont stop, oh my!

Her legs ached, her lips were swollen and her mind had lost track of everything. She had the impression of being in a press, a fucking skillful press. The sheets were damp and air heavy with the smell of sex. She was so close to implode… so close…

- You love it, like t-this hm, dont you babygirl?! - Roman laughed, biting and sucking every piece of her.

His hands were everywhere, the chest half covered by the tattoo pressed against her breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. Y/N had no idea how he was capable of it, but he had picked up the pace again and when he began to slow down with the obscene phrases, to delight her with those groans it was too much for her. She squeezed her legs around his sweaty hips, still bringing him closer and hid against his shoulder. He smelled so good, like a safe place.

- R-Roman, I- need it a little harde- Ah! - begged with broken voice, already feeling his hands lift her.

- I got you, babygirl… give it to me. I-Im right here, I got you! - He reassured her, his voice less harsh than before as he pulled her over him without the slightest effort.

- P-please! R-Ro, Im-God!

Leaning on his legs, with shaking arms around his neck and his beard tickling her jaw between kisses, she felt her heat grow thrust after thrust, until it was too much. Undaunted, Roman held her on top of his body and continued to thrust indulging every wave of pleasure as she descended from her apex and brought her forehead back against his with watered eyes.

She felt so good, it was all so...

- B-babygirl… - Y/N heard him grumble, his face sweaty and his muscles tense.

She moved a lock of hair stuck to his forehead and rocked on him, meeting his deep thrusts at an unnatural pace. She was bursting in her chest as she looked at him like that and further down, her center had begun immediately to tighten mercilessly around him, causing another orgasm to grow. She kissed him softly, despite the movements of the rest of her body, going down to bite his bearded jaw and neck to give him a little breath. Y/N felt his big hands squeeze her ass as she glided on him frantically and his thrusts became confused, disjointed, his muscles tenser.

- So thi-ght… fuck! Yes! That’s it! K-keep doing that! - he moaned, his brow furrowed and abs contracted from the effort of thrusts.

- It feel so good! - she was burning and couldn't help it.

Y/N placed her hands on his pecs, trying to hold on as much as possible and positioned herself better, guiding him inside her in circular movements that made him throw his head back with an almost furious growl. The entire length of him pumping in and out of her wet core, staying in with only the tip and then coming back and starting over. It was a drug.

- You're take it all, d-don't stop!

- ... n-no way!

And Y/N would have done it for the rest of her days if she had been able to, but her body was on the edge and the heat in her lower belly was building up faster than she had expected. But it couldn't happen right now, she had to hold out a little longer, she had to do it for Roman and she bit her lip, looking down under her. She watched in bewilderment as their bodies met one lunge after another, legs trembling and moods mixing, a sticky trail shone on Roman's shaft up to the inside of her thigh and a burst of heat hit her, making her tremble.

She couldn't take it, she was trying, but it was too much. It was just too much.

- It’s… i-its okay, Im there too, i-m just… Fuck!- she heard him call her back as if he had read her mind and it was enough for her to look up.

Her walls tightened one last time, while Roman under her stiffened in a thrust deeper than the others and the heat of his released hit her, giving her the final blow. She clung to his back again, Roman's lips already on her and felt like she was falling from the top of a building. Her body shaken by tremors and her mind clouded as she slowly, more and more slowly regained consciousness of the bed, of the room around them, the light that filtered through the heavy curtains.

She rested his head on Roman shoulder and he took the opportunity to kiss her, pulling Y/N down with him for some rest, his fingers stroking her head. Silently, she listened to his breathing become more regular, the hearts of both slow down the frantic rush they had launched into, and her fingertips began to trace the line of his tattoo, one leg still clinging on him.

- Do you know what would be perfect now? Breakfast. - Roman boomed beneath her after some time and her eyes ran from the anonymous alarm to him.

- Don't look at me like that, you sneaky little, there's nothing in my stomach... since yesterday. Im a big boy - he joked, making her giggles.

Amused, she shook her head and seeing the smile with which he was looking at her, an idea suddenly hit her.

It was definitely not breakfast time and sooner or later someone would come to disturb them to find out at least what happened to the face of WWE, but maybe they could make a tear. On the other hand, she too was hungry, but not necessarily for food.

- Then… we have to do something about that. – she said, lifting herself up just enough to slide her face down and blow her breath on his boner.

With her gaze fixed on him, she saw his eyes darken at the first touch of her fingers and one of his hands snapped to caress her lower back. Y/N licked her lips and took his shaft, feeling the tension build up again, the veins swelling and she rocked her body beside Roman. She pressed the tip against her lips for a moment and with her gaze back on him, she slowly sucked it, making him groan in approval.

- Ladies first? - asked with a fake innocent look and Roman nodded, giving her an encouraging caress on her head.

- Always.

- They raised you so well.

Just for a little more. Just for breakfast time.

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