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visionarymode · 8 months

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Acknowledgement

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: roman reigns x female reader

✧ word count: 2,397

“Y-yes my tribal chief.” Paul fearfully stuttered as he got up in a hurry and left the room as he obeyed the tribal chief’s orders. Roman let out an annoyed and impatient sigh as he glared at Paul with those piercing evil eyes. The screen transitioned into the crowd as AJ Styles’ entrance music hit with the bell ringing to indicate the start of a new match segment. was sitting at the mini table backstage as she just finished watching Roman on TV in his backstage segment for the night. She loved watching him in character because he was so damn brilliant at what he does. There was truly no one like him. Not to mention his incredible dedication and sexy execution of his character…the tribal chief. Roman was the perfect man but my god, something about the tribal chief just made her want to jump through the screen and as he always says, acknowledge him, in many different explicit ways she could imagine. She sat there as her sexual frustration built up not being able to forget that segment or his fine self. you know what? She thought to herself. She grabbed her phone and got up to walk down the hallway. She was about to send him a text before she abruptly bumped into someone.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry-“ she stopped to notice who it was. Paul Heyman.

“Someone’s eager to get to her destination.” he joked as he crossed his arms raising his eyebrow. Oh, he has no idea…

“I just tend to walk fast Paul that’s all!” she giggled as she crossed her arms as well. “Is he still in his locker room?” she questioned as if he’d know the answer.

“Yes he is. he has some free time before our next segment in about half an hour.” he patted my shoulder as he continued to walk past her.

“Thank you Wiseman!” she called out jokingly. She continued her walk until she stopped to read what was in front of the door to her right. Roman Reigns. finally.

She left two quick little knocks on the door before opening it to see him lying up comfortably on the black leather couch scrolling through his phone. He looked up and immediately put his phone down as he flashed his pearly whites smiling in response to her presence.

“Hey baby.” he greeted her as he got up from the couch.

She locked the door behind her and she started walking towards him to embrace him. He picked her up as she wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. She giggled as she broke away to look at him. He looked so fucking sexy. When did he not though? His hair was slicked back in his usual bun, and his thick salt and pepper beard glistened from the oil he put on it to make it shine. He was wearing his 1000 days t-shirt with his track jacket over it zipped down.

“What?” he chucked.

“Nothing you just look so…fucking…sexy.” she paused after each word to peck his lips.

“Yeah?” he seductively mumbled against her lips trying to slide his tongue into her mouth. She granted access as she sucked on it. she broke the kiss for a split second to respond.

“Yeah…”

“You’re so…fucking….beautiful.” He mimicked her actions pausing after each word to leave sloppy kisses on each side of her neck.

“Mmm I was watching your backstage segment and I don’t know. Something about the tribal chief makes me so horny…” she whispered in his ear.

“Ahhh I see. You wanted to pay the tribal chief a visit huh?” he asked as he moved his hands from her waist down to her ass and grabbed a handful.

“I just wanted to stop by & acknowledge you properly…”

He lifted his face from her neck to look at her and smirked. Before she had a chance to say anything else, he sat her down on the leather couch. He leaned in to lift her chin and kissed her slowly and passionately. He rubbed her thighs up & down without breaking eye contact as he licked his lips admiring how beautiful she was.

She could feel her panties get more and more damp with each motion of his hands.

“The tribal chief really appreciates you putting time aside for him.” he professed.

His rubbing turned into massages as he slowly moved his way up to her thighs spreading them slowly apart.

“Oh does he now?” she asked playfully, but was screaming on the inside as her breath hitched in her throat.

He left sloppy kisses all over her inner thighs before he stopped abruptly and noticed how wet she already was.

“Mmm look at you…” he muttered under his breath as he swiftly ran two fingers down her panties.

“I haven’t even touched you yet…” he stopped mid-sentence to run his tongue over her damp panties.

“…and you’re already dripping wet for daddy.” His eyes remained on hers as he grabbed her panties with his teeth & slowly ripped them off of her. If she could, she could cum right this second.

“Tell me how much…” he spread her folds apart as she felt his breath on her wet pussy.

“…you acknowledge me.”

“I acknow-“ Before she could finish her sentence she gasped as she felt his thick tongue swirl over her clit.

“What was that baby?” he mumbled as he lapped his tongue up and down steadily yet slowly as he stared her down. She let out a moan that couldn’t be prevented and that was his cue to cover her mouth with his hand as the other pulled her right thigh over his shoulder to pull her closer. She managed to moan louder than before despite his hand being over her mouth as he ate her out like it was his last meal on earth. She suddenly felt him pull away which caused her to drop her jaw as she panted in frustration.

“Wh- why’d you sto-“

“Shhhh. Who told you you could question the tribal chief huh?” he glared at her not to the point where she felt hurt but to the point where she was heavily turned on. She shook her head as she understood what he was doing. he wasn’t gonna break character. damn, he’s so good.

“Or are you gonna be a good girl and do what daddy says?” he asked raising his eyebrows. She nodded her head eagerly so he could just put his mouth back on her needy and aching pussy. He set her thigh back down on the couch as he pulled his shirt over his head exposing his chiseled and tanned body. His tattoos on his pec & right arm were in full view as she bit her lip yearning for him. He grabbed her hand to pull her upwards in a seated position inches away from his face. He rolled up the shirt and stuffed it in her mouth.

“Since you can’t control yourself this is what we gon' have to do huh?”

Their eyes stayed locked for what felt like an eternity before he gently grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back on the couch.

“Now be a good girl and let daddy eat his pussy.” He dragged her legs towards him in the quickest motion and folded her so her knees were touching her shoulders. He kept his eyes on her as he let a long drop of spit slowly fall into her pussy. She was holding onto the back of her knees whimpering into the shirt that was stuffed into her mouth just moments ago so he could work on her. He used two of his fingers to spread the saliva along her entrance before he slowly slipped those same two fingers inside of her. They both moaned in unison as she was falling apart from pure pleasure. He started pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace. Her muffled moans were growing louder and practically matched the same speed of his fingers. He licked her clit before he started sucking on it as she was on the verge of her climax.

“Look at your pretty pussy soaking for me. you gon’ cum baby?” he asked licking his lips as he continued to finger fuck her. Her eyes were shut and her head fell back on the head of the couch as she struggled to form any words. He removed his shirt from her mouth and questioned her again.

“Speak up baby. what’s my name?”

“Ro-roman…” she was seconds away from releasing as she felt his fingers slow down the pace and tease their removal from inside her.

“Nah…try that shit again.” he softly demanded. Then the lightbulb popped in her head.

“my- my tribal chief…oh fuuuuuuuck…” she cried out as she came all up in his face as he sucked and licked every ounce of her juices making sure there wasn’t a drop left. That earth-shattering orgasm made her moan so loud that he had to bring his hand back up to clasp her mouth while he cleaned her up with his tongue. She was panting heavily as he lifted his face from in between her thighs licking his wet lips with the biggest smirk on his face. His beard was glistening but this time it wasn’t from the beard oil, it was from her.

“Mmm there you go baby.” he praised as he winked at her. this majestic motherfucker. holy shit.

“Now…” he started to say as he wiped her leftover cum off the corners of his mouth and sucked it off his thumb. He got up from the floor and took a seat next to her. He spread open his legs and rested his arms on opposite sides of the couch.

“Your turn baby.” he winked while flashing his smug grin.

She felt like she needed a breather after he just completely wore her out. She expected to come in here and finally pleasure him first for a change but he was never one to not pleasure his girl first. It was always his main priority whenever they got intimate. Making her cum before she could return the favor for daddy.

She slid off the couch and got on her knees struggling to make eye contact because of how flushed and nervous she felt not only by his presence but by that insane fucking orgasm. His sweats and boxers slid off together as his long, hard, and pretty dick sprung up ready to be devoured. She felt her inner thighs getting hot once again as she prepared to take him all in & pleasure the fuck out of the tribal chief. He cupped her jaw as she was forced to meet his gaze.

“Now be a good girl. open that pretty mouth and acknowledge me,” he ordered in a low voice. She quickly obeyed and started slowly stroking his shaft with one hand. Her tongue met his tip with a slow lick before swirling around it savoring his pre cum as he let out a low groan from her captivating eye contact.

“Mmm say it…”

“I acknowledge you, daddy,” she whispered before wrapping her lips around his tip and putting as much of him in her mouth as she could. She kept her eyes on him while sucking as his mouth slightly fell open with his head falling back. He was holding up her hair with his right hand in a slightly tight grip but she didn’t even care. She loved that he was in this vulnerable state as she had all the control to make him completely convulse and let go in her mouth.

“Fuck baby just like that…take daddy’s dick like the good girl you are…” he struggled to finish his sentence as he groaned in pure satisfaction.

She studied him as he let out shaky pants while his left arm gripped the back arm of the couch so tight that his knuckles were turned white. She liked seeing him completely fall apart slipping out of character due to her mouth driving him completely fucking insane. Her mouth & tongue quickened the pace as she moaned around his length. He struggled to stay still and bucked his hips forward wanting her to take it all. His dick was so thick and big that she started gagging because of the struggle to fit it all in her mouth…but she didn’t give a fuck. She was enjoying this. She was enjoying fulfilling the tribal chief’s desires.

“fuuuuck I’m cumming baby…” he groaned as she felt him getting close with tears prickling in her eyes from gagging on his dick. He gently pulled her hair back to take her off him and he let out a low moan as her tongue flicked on his tip once again. He quickly came down from his high to recover and immediately channeled his dominance.

“Open that pretty mouth for me baby girl,” he ordered as he jerked himself with his left hand.

She obeyed as she opened her mouth & stuck out her tongue keeping her eyes locked with his. He hummed and licked his lips and came all on her tongue as it dropped to the back of her throat. Droplets of his cum landed on her chest as they started swirling down to her breasts. He smirked at the sight of his mess all over his princess.

“Swallow for daddy…” he instructed in a deep whisper.

She obeyed swallowing every last drop of his seed. He wiped the leftovers on the corner of her mouth with his thumb and grazed it over her lips.

“Say it,” he whispered slowly sticking his thumb in her mouth not taking his eyes off hers as she sucked it off and removed her mouth from his touch with a final slow lick.

“I acknowledge you…my tribal chief,” she responded with a raspy voice. He gestured for her to come sit on his lap with the flick of his finger. She was face to face with her man as he pressed his tongue flat on her chest licking up what was left of her neck and leaving soft kisses. He cupped her face as their lips were inches away before he praised her with the words she melted for once again.

“Mhm. that’s my good girl.”

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msbigredmachine · 8 months

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Here With Me - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

As the Bloodline Civil War takes an unexpected turn of events, Reader comes up with the perfect pick-me-up for her Tribal Chief. Post-Summerslam 2023.

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x OC

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 6k

A/N: Dido's "Here With Me" did so much for the writing of this that I had to name the fic after the song.

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I’m startled awake by the door clicking shut, my eyes remaining closed as he walks into the bedroom of his penthouse suite. I’m laying on my side facing away from him, but he is clear as day in my mind's eye as he tosses the gold title belt on the sofa across the room. His beloved ula fula, the subject of heated combat tonight, follows. The mattress dips as he sits on his side of the bed, letting out a painful exhale.

My eyes flicker to the digital clock on the nightstand. I returned to the suite right after the main event. It’s currently 1.30 am. I have no idea where he’s been for the last two hours, but I let it slide. He’s come back to me and that’s all that matters.

The pointed silence and the hairs that suddenly stand on the back of my neck tell me he’s staring at me. It’s confirmed when I feel his hand rest on my leg over the white sheets blanketing me. His usually assured, confident touch is sad and distracted. Even in the humming quiet, I can feel the turmoil brewing inside him and understandably so.

The last few weeks have been a lot for him to take in. Getting pinned in London; tensions exploding in MSG; putting his entire legacy on the line against Jey in Orlando, and tonight, at Summerslam, victory at Tribal Combat. But it’s come at a price, as his family has all but disintegrated now. He is exhausted, physically and emotionally. I could see it in his eyes backstage after the match in spite of his best attempts to conceal his true feelings. For him, tonight’s win feels like a loss.

The second his hand slips away, I miss him. He stands up from the bed and heads to the bathroom. I twist around the bed to face the partially closed door, and hear the shower start. I wait for a while before getting up and making my way to him. His head snaps in my direction when I open the door.

“Babe?” he calls out.

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t panic,” I try to joke, my smile faltering a little when he merely turns back around and faces the wall. I notice the still visible red marks on his broad back, imprints from the kendo stick and leather strap beatings he endured tonight.

"I'm sorry, I musta woke you," he says, as I pull off the baggy t-shirt that belongs to him over my head. I swap my silk bonnet for a shower cap and open the door to the enclosure. Stepping inside, I immediately jump away in alarm when the water beating down on him splashes onto my skin. It’s boiling hot.

“Jesus, Ro! You tryin’ to cook yourself?” I exclaim, quickly grabbing the tap, my wrist frantically twisting the knob to adjust the temperature to a less dangerous degree. He hasn’t flinched once. I steer him away from the water, then slip around to his front and wrap him up in a hug that he clearly, desperately, needs. His body stiffens, hesitant at first, before he sags against me and locks his arms around my waist. His face is tucked in the crook of my neck, nestled comfortably like it belongs there. I can feel the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“It’s okay. Just keep holding me until you’re ready,” I whisper, combing my fingers soothingly through damp strands of his hair as his grip on my waist remains tight. Being the macho hypermasculine entity that he is, I know he doesn’t like it when I see him like this. But relationships are about sticking together through the good times and the bad. I’ll always be there to see him through both.

“I coulda sworn you won your match tonight. What’s wrong?” I lure him in with a coaxing peck to his shoulder, hoping to quicken his response time.

After several seconds of hesitation, he gives in. “I warned them both,” he starts to vent. “I knew it would come to this. You saw for yourself tonight what happens when you become selfish and greedy. All I ever wanted to do was keep my family together, elevate them and their careers. Those two ingrates turned against me and made me out to be some kind of monster. Conspired with the Elders behind my back and questioned my place as the Head of the Table. Now they’re at each other’s throats and our entire family looks weak! I warned 'em, I told 'em-”

"Hey, hey, hey,” I gently shush him, lifting his face so our eyes meet. My heart sinks from how despondent he looks. “Breathe, baby, breathe. Deep breath.” I wait for him to do so, feeling his chest rise and fall against mine, inhaling and exhaling. But his mind is clearly still on his cousins.

“This is all on them,” he continues. “They refused to see the big picture and now it’s gone to shit.” He licks his lips and his eyes are glazed. “The family wants me to intervene, but fuck that. Not after they tried to destroy everything I’ve worked my ass off for the last three years. As far as I’m concerned, they’re dead to me.”

"Don’t say that. Families fight all the time. It’s going to be fine,” I vow, even though I'm in no position to promise such a thing. “Come here." I gently prompt him to turn around, and watch for a few seconds as the less scalding shower stream pelts his shoulders with water. The tribal tattoo adorning the right side of his back is majestic and intimidating up close, and I never pass up the chance to idolize the intricate design. “I want you to relax for me, okay?”

He reaches out and braces his hands on the wall in front of him while I run mine up his back to slowly knead his shoulders, working the tense flesh. His muscles are tight and I do my best to ease them up with my amateur masseuse skills, gleefully aware that I love touching him anyway.

I move down to the middle of his back, and he starts to relax under my touch. As I’m about to retrace my route, I lean in and press soft kisses to his back right before massaging that same spot. Roman exhales again, suggesting he is calmer now, but only just. He’s a tough man to crack, so it feels good each time I become more conversant with his…complexities, if you will. Our relationship is relatively new…We only just met in February this year. I was not a wrestling fan growing up, but I’ve since plunged headfirst into the circus-like controlled chaos that only a pro wrestler is capable of living in. In my defense, it’s easy to dive in when it’s with a man as sweet, charming and criminally sexy as Roman Reigns. Of course, it’s not all rainbows and roses; his prolonged absences, our bitter exes and his psychotic fan girls spring to mind. But I won't change a thing as it’s only made us stronger together. Every day I wonder where he has been all my life, and I want to be with him forever. Yes. I’m in that tight of a chokehold. It’s a whole lot sexier when he’s actually doing the choking.

“You know, other people woulda buckled under the pressure and responsibility long ago. But here you are, standing tall despite the setbacks. That says a lot about you, big boy,” I say to him, my hands still at work. “You’re still the Champ, the longest reign in the last thirty plus years. The twins may have turned their backs on you, but best believe I won’t. I never will.”

Roman scoffs cynically and shakes his head. “Right. Everyone leaves me in the end. Seth. Mox. My ex-wife. Sami. Even Heyman abandoned me once. Now my own cousins.”

“Well, I ain’t none of them,” I answer smoothly, as he turns around to face me.

“I'm not a bad person, Y/N,” he insists, his eyes pleading, as though he’s desperate for me to believe him. I do. I take his hands in mine and stare into his chocolate-colored eyes.

“I know you’re not. You’re not afraid to speak your mind, and you don’t take shit from nobody. You’re passionate and you stand your ground and fight for what’s yours. There’s nothing wrong with that at all. In fact, it’s sexy to me.”

His eyes twinkle mischievously at my choice of words. “Sexy, huh?”

“Mm-hmm. I’m learning a lot about this sweet, sexy man I’m sleeping with and falling in love with.”

The sudden silence that follows is amplified by the rush of the shower water. The look in Roman’s eyes is so intense that my knees grow weak. It’s not the most picture-perfect setting to utter the L word for the very first time, but witnessing first-hand the ferocity with which he defends his pride and his legacy has sparked a wave of awe and devotion and yes, love…through me that I can no longer keep to myself.

"I'm sorry I came back so late. I needed to clear my head,” he says softly, his hand lifting to caress my cheek. The anger in his voice has disappeared, while his eyes and demeanor are much softer…My little declaration has penetrated his armor. He looks down sheepishly at his feet and wets his lips before speaking again. “I kinda feel like I’ve been neglecting you, too…” he adds.

He’s such a sweetheart. To be fair, he’s made up for it by flying me to London, New York and now Detroit to be with him. The beautiful part is, I know I’m not the only one in love…His actions and gestures lately have spoken volumes. But if he’s not ready to say it back, he doesn’t have to. I just need him to know that he has my heart and I’ll always be by his side no matter what.

Pressing my body more firmly against his, my arms wind around his middle as I leave delicate licks and kisses all over his tattooed pec, right over the spot where his heart beats. I hope every day that it’s me his heart beats for.

“I know how frustrated you are about what’s going on. It sucks to feel like you’re losing control,” I tell him, staring up at him through my long lashes. “I can do something for you, Daddy. I could give some control back to you. I can make you feel better,” I offer, my voice as soft and seductive and as enticing as what I’m proposing. My mouth applies more pressure to his wet skin, and his breath hitches when I suckle the shell of his earlobe. “However you want me tonight, you can take me. Just say the word and I’m all yours.” My hands slide down to scrape his firm backside, and his dick twitches between our naked bodies, the exact reaction I yearn for.

For a long moment, he says nothing, only stares at me with his smoldering gaze. The energy simmers between us, and it boils over when he grabs my face and presses his lips to mine. Instantly my skin prickles and my heart pounds as we plunge headlong into each other. Our heads tilt from side to side, our tongues dance together as the water cascades around us, and I lose myself to the heat of our embrace.

Feeling dastardly, I break the kiss to slip his finger into my mouth. My lips drag along his long index finger, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. I suck on it like I am sucking something else, bigger, and the memory has him groaning deeply, his erection straining impatiently against my belly.

“Get on your knees and do that with my dick,” he orders.

Now we’re talking.

Leaning in for one more kiss, I trail my tongue along his throat and down his torso until I’m kneeling on the tiled floor. I wrap my right hand around the base of his engorged dick and tug gently on it. He lets out a quiet whimper, and it is a massive turn-on to know I can elicit such a response from this specimen of a man. Watching him succumb to me is always sexy as hell.

His cock jumps in my grip when I roll my tongue around the tip. He inhales sharply, moving his hands behind my head, and squirms as I lavishly lick along the underside, teasing him. I luxuriate in his throaty groan as I then slowly make him disappear inside my mouth. I stroke and suck simultaneously, relaxing my throat to take him in deeper with every bob of my head.

"Fuck yeah," he pants, his fingers sinking into my scalp. “Suck my dick, beautiful. Don’t fuckin’ stop...”

Right now, I’m all about obeying Daddy. Staring up at him with hazy eyes, my tongue twirls around the base of his dick again before I switch to more intense suctions, my cheeks hollowing as my mouth glides hungrily up and down his entire length. His moans and gasps echo around the enclosure, causing my pussy to moisten and throb with lust. Gripping the back of my head, he holds me all the way down on him, my lips touching his pelvis. He withdraws and then pushes back in, rolling his hips to go even deeper down my throat. "Shit, your mouth feels so good, babe," he moans, a ravenous look in his eyes. My fingers slip underneath to play with his balls while I suck and tongue him down, and I’m rewarded with another desperate groan. I’m so aroused knowing I’m bringing him so much pleasure.

Suddenly his pace quickens, his hips pumping, fucking my mouth more aggressively. Saliva spills down to my chin as his long, thick cock slides more easily in and out of my mouth. Roman lets out another moan before holding my head down again, exploding down my throat with a harsh grunt. He collapses against the shower wall, catching his breath as I pop him out of my mouth and pat his cock against my tongue. Once upon a time, I used to be uncomfortable letting my exes finish in my mouth. I talked about it with Roman, and he was fine with it. But there was something in me that wanted to please him to the fullest, and not long after our first time together, I changed my mind. It’s an experience I learned to fully commit to, and I haven’t looked back since.

"That was fuckin’ amazing. Come here," Roman lauds, tugging me up on my feet and sweeping his lips along mine. "I'm so glad you were awake." The timbre of his voice, deep and laden with desire, sprouts goosebumps all over my skin.

"I don’t sleep as good without you," I reply, running my fingers again through his hair. He leans down and scoops my right breast into his mouth. I moan as the sensation zips straight to my loins. His hands glide down my back to squeeze and caress my ass. He keeps me tight against him, pressing himself firmly on my stomach. Feeling him so turned on sends more chills through my body.

"You know we ain’t done, right?" he says, “We just gettin’ started, baby girl.”

"I hope so..." I reach behind him to turn off the shower. Handing him one of the bathrobes, I wrap myself in another one and open the shower door, taking his hand and leading him back to the bedroom.

We stand at the side of the bed and he undresses me, dragging the robe off my body. I can’t help but blush as he ogles me like he’s seeing me naked for the very first time. He cups my breasts, rolling them in his hands as he kisses me passionately. I tug his robe down his shoulders as I kiss him, my tongue bossily claiming every inch of his mouth as my own. His hands travel all over my naked body, heating me up with his stimulating caresses. He tells me all the time how much he loves my curves, but this is more than that. He’s prepping me for an onslaught. He is about to manhandle me like the sex god that he is, and my breathing quickens and my loins pool with anticipation.

Roman detaches his lips from mine out of nowhere, a devious smile on his gorgeous face. He shoves me onto the bed, flat on my back right on the edge with my legs spread. I can’t hold back my moan as he strokes his dick while stepping between my thighs. The sight of his muscular right arm flexing as his fingers strum his long, hard cock, makes my clit throb.

Ever observant, Roman notices me staring and smiles smugly. “You like this baby? Want me to jack off for you?” he asks, tugging and smacking his dick a little harder, a bead of pre-cum oozing out the tip, and my thighs clamp together to relieve the maddening pressure between them.

“Dude, no! I want it in me,” I practically admonish him, almost offended that he thinks I want anything else. I’m about to bust right now just looking at him.

His smile widens, and he takes my knees and yanks them in opposite directions. He’s enjoying this, torturing me, making me beg for him. “My little slut is so needy. Don’t worry, baby, Daddy will give you what you want.”

As his face nears mine, I instinctively reach up to touch him, but he grabs my wrists and pushes them back down to the mattress above my head.

"Uh-uh. I got plans, baby girl," he informs me with a brief kiss. He searches around for what ends up being his bathrobe and draws the long white belt off, twisting it around his hands and tugging it ominously. We lock darkened eyes, and his tongue swishes hungrily across his lips.

“Gimme your hands.”

I obey. He takes my right hand first, and then my left, crossing my wrists together and winding the belt firmly around them, before pushing my hands back above my head. I’m flat on my back and all tied up with my ass halfway on the bed, legs spread, naked, cunt exposed and at his mercy. I love it. I love that he trusts me and is comfortable enough with me to explore his kinky side. I trust him, too. I’m proud to be the fucktoy of my Tribal Chief.

“Jesus, you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he groans, his eyes raking down my prone frame like he’s famished. My breath catches as I watch him tie his wet hair in his trademark man bun. Then, he bends down between my legs, breathes hard on my clit and then sticks his tongue out to lap at my folds. Right away my body jerks, blooming with sensual heat. He starts licking me with longer strokes, working his tongue all over the surface of my pussy lips, then he breaches, jabbing his tongue in and out of me with expert precision. The quiet of our room amplifies the erotic audio between us; my staccato breaths, his lazy slurping, my wet pussy splashing against his deadly tongue. Then, to murder me, he closes his mouth around my clit and starts sucking it lightly. That’s a big ass mouth, and it takes everything in me to not scream from how good he’s working me. He keeps glancing up at me; I know he’s getting off to my moans and my attempts to grind against his face. He takes me hostage, his muscled arms winding around my thighs to hold me down while he feasts. His soft groans against my flesh, the warmth of his breath, the scratch of his beard on my inner thighs…The combined stimulation is toe-curling, with wave after wave of pleasure bombarding me like a thunderstorm.

“Don’t come yet,” he instructs unexpectedly, and I’m about to cry. His mouth feels so damn good. He continues sucking and licking, wreaking havoc on my sensitive core. I grip the sheets tighter as my back arches off the bed. “Fuck, Roman, please!” I cry out, damn near begging for release.

Of course, my pleas are ignored. He twists his tongue inside me, gifting me with more strokes over my pussy and my engorged bundle. The decadent rhythm of his mouth and tongue on me is edging me dangerously closer to a mind blowing nut. Just when I’m certain I’m about to disobey him in the worst way, he pulls away, his full lips glossy and shining in the lonely lamplight by the bedside. I don’t know whether to be upset or relieved. He licks all the way up to my chest and clasps my left breast in his hand, worrying the sensitive nipple between his fingers while sucking my other breast in his mouth.

"Imma fuck the shit outta you," he whispers to me in a rough and raspy voice, his dark eyes gleaming.

His promise is a direct hit to my groin. "Do it, Daddy. Do that shit," I gasp, squirming under his touch.

He brushes our mouths together, and I sigh softly as my own juices melt from his tongue onto mine. Roman stands upright at the bed’s edge, bends his knees and rubs the tip of his shaft along my slick, softened folds. He lunges forward in one fluid motion, his lips parting in a moan as he slowly slides inside me. I bite down on my bottom lip, my eyes glazing over with pleasure when he draws back out, leaving just the tip, before plunging in again with a sharp snap of his hips. It feels like the wind has been knocked out of me.

"I'm inside of you, baby. This what you want? Want me to take this pussy?" he asks with another deep thrust, his big dick nestled in my warm wetness, and it’s driving me wild.

"Yes, take your pussy Daddy, fuck me," I plead, my voice catching on the desire and lust washing over me.

With that information, he hoists my legs onto his shoulders and picks up the pace, pushing in deeper and filling me to the brim like he always does. I’ve told him more than once that he belongs inside me, and the pure pleasure in his eyes every time we fuck says he agrees wholeheartedly.

"Shiiit, baby, right there, that feels so good…" I whine, feeling him nudge right up against my hilt. He pulls back for a second, and I watch as he holds my legs open and a thick glob of saliva spills from his mouth and onto my pussy. Before I can fully process this, he slams back into me, more easily now, snatching my breath from my lungs. His fingers grasp my hips as he pounds me, slow and balls-deep, to the point that I’m seeing stars. My restrained hands claw at the sheets above me, searching for some kind of leverage as he dicks me down. He has total control of my body and he’s using that power to make me take every inch of him, literally and otherwise. My eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as my chest begins to clog and my head begins spinning from his long, lethal strokes.

His hulking upper body closes the space between us and descends on top of mine, bringing us chest to chest. "Breathe, sweetheart," he tells me, and on command, I draw in a raspy breath, alleviating the discomfort in my chest. His evil little smirk tells me he is enjoying every second of my agony. His arms stretch upwards, brushing over the cotton material of the belt securing my wrists and twining his fingers around mine. His muscles flex and ripple as he keeps pumping into me. He nuzzles the spot where my neck and shoulder meet and bites down on it, making me call out his name.

"Goddamn, this pussy good as fuck. Every damn time," he grunts. His hands tighten around mine as his pounding thrusts switch to salacious rolls of his hips, grinding deliciously against me while he swallows my moans, his tongue slipping inside my mouth for another hot, sloppy kiss. My legs wrap around his waist, my ankles locked behind his back to keep him to me.

"Tell me again, baby. Tell me you love me,” he rasps in the middle of our intense kissing.

“I love you, Daddy, mmm,” I moan back, my heart pounding as hard as he is pounding me. It’s a stunning mix of the emotional high of love and the carnal rush of lust that I’ve never felt before with anyone else.

“Yeah, you love me?” He searches my eyes, as engulfed in the throes of passion as I am.

“I do, Roman, I love you so fuckin’ much...unnhh my god…”

He has moved off of me, seizing my legs from around his waist and shoving my knees into the mattress. There’s no time to miss the warmth of his body as he’s back to his rough, brutal strokes, drilling me over and over, stuffing my pussy with his cock. It’s like the animal in him has been unleashed, months of family strife spilling over and transferred to me via his increasing aggressiveness. As my orgasm builds in my stomach, I flex against my restraints again, my fingers craving to dig into his skin, to sink into him the way he’s sinking into me. With one more suffocating thrust, I break at last, and my eyes roll into the back of my head, my moans ringing around the entire suite as I tremble beneath him. His arrogant chuckle tickles my ears, clearly reveling in the blissful state he’s put me in.

Before I can blink, he grabs my waist and flips me roughly onto my belly, bending me over the side of the bed. Hovering over me, he unties the belt binding my hands, and I assume I’m free. But then, he tugs both my arms behind my back and re-ties my wrists together. I’m still recovering from the shock of my orgasm and this new position when his dick slots back in my cunt, and my mind is wiped blank, a strangled moan escaping my lips. Roman gives a few short, stabbing thrusts inside me before finding a rhythm he enjoys.

"God, you feel fuckin’ amazing, baby, so tight and wet for me. Damn,” he hisses behind me. Using his right hand, he slaps my left ass cheek and jiggles it. I gasp from the pain and the pleasure, making my pussy squeeze around his dick with a force that has us both groaning. My fingers scrape against his pelvis as he keeps his momentum, sliding in and out of me, in and out. Oh, fuck, it feels sooo good! He’s so long and girthy that I feel like I’m being split open, but I melt into submission and take it like the fucktoy that I am.

His husky groans are my soundtrack as he fucks me into the bed at a savage pace, having his way with me. Clutching my ass in large handfuls, he spreads my cheeks open and plunges his dick deeper inside me, forcing me up on the tips of my toes. Using his thumb to scoop up my juices, he circles it around the puckered hole of my second opening, a keening cry tumbles out of me and into the sheets as he pushes it deep into the tight entrance.

“Too bad we forgot the lube, I’da fucked this pretty ass all night long,” he says with another slap on my backside, and I can only whimper in response. Pinned face-down to the sheets, I can feel all of it. His thumb fucking my asshole, his magic cock stretching my other hole wide open, his powerful tree trunk like legs barricading mine against the side of the bed. My body is so riled up that my pussy reacts by leaking all over his cock, the gush of my nectar sending a pleasurable sensation through us both.

“Mm-hmm, make a mess on my dick, baby, keep comin’ all over it,” he taunts me. He lifts both my legs off the floor and onto the bed, arching my back and spreading my knees wide. From there, he wraps his hand around my hip, his fingers pressing into my flesh, and he rocks me back and forth on that big ass dick, making me move with him. We moan together at how good we’re making each other feel. Every sound resonates through my heated body; the inevitable squelches of my dripping cunt, our skins smacking lewdly together, our sex filling the air with a familiar primal scent that belongs to no one but us.

My brain is on sensory overload as he speeds up his thrusts, his balls slapping against my clit as he hammers into my pussy with newfound aggression. The pressure is building inside me at a dizzying, alarming rate, so much so that I use my bound hands to push again at his lower abs. This time I succeed in pushing him off, but only for a second.

“What’chu doin’? Don’t run, c’mere,” he growls, sliding his dick back in me right before it slips out, and I cry out as he impales me hard on his shaft. He spanks my ass hard for my bad behavior. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Take this fuckin’ dick.”

Seizing my wayward hand in one of his, he buries himself in me, deep-diving in my g-spot, making my walls contract around his dick again. My voice is all but gone, I’m that spent. But Roman wants more. He’s an expert at coaxing more out of me even when I have nothing left.

"Tell me who you belong to, huh. Who’s my slut?" he demands, giving my ass an underhand slap.

"I'm your slut," I slur.

"What’chu say?"

"I'm your slut, Daddy," I enunciate with great effort, inebriated in a cocktail of love and ecstasy.

Another stinging smack on my butt.

"Louder."

"I'm your slut!" I bellow, my voice cut off when Roman pins me down by the back of my neck, my cheek pressed into the mattress. This forces a deeper arch in my back, opening me up to be plowed mercilessly by his dick. The pressure of his fingers on both sides of my throat has me struggling for breath. I’m high from overwhelming pleasure right now, and that menacing coil that’s been winding in my belly finally snaps again.

“Ohmygod…ohmygod…fuck, fuck, fuck!” My body explodes again, and I’m shaking like I’ve been possessed by a supernatural entity. I know Roman can feel it too, as he’s moaning and gasping, a handful of my vibrating ass cheek in his grasp because the grip of my pussy is about to break his dick in half. I’m reduced to a weak, moaning mess as somehow he continues fucking me senseless. Then, with a loud, hoarse grunt, he yanks his dick out of me. One squeeze is all he needs, expletives tumbling around my name as he comes all over my ass, warm, thick droplets spilling onto my backside. I can hear the wet, slippery skin on skin contact as he strokes out his nut, and the sound arouses me despite my thoroughly fucked disposition.

“Fuck!” he moans out, leaning tiredly into me, his drained cock mashed against my ass. “Damn, baby. Damn.”

The rest of my lifeless body melts onto the bed, my arms limp on my lower back, my mouth hanging open. I’m barely cognizant of him loosening the belt from my wrists. When he’s done, he seizes my ass cheeks with both hands, slapping them together one last time before walking away from the destruction on the bed. I haven’t moved an inch. My ass is still in the air and my eyes are starting to drift shut. It won’t be the first time he’s fucked me right to sleep. However, before I succumb to the darkness, his deep voice rouses me.

“Don’t go to sleep yet, baby. Come here.”

I force my eyes open and lift my head to search for him. He’s stretched out on the other side of the bed, watching me with unabashed amusement.

“We ain’t done?” I mewl, exhausted.

“Nope. But we’re taking a little break for now. Come sit on top of Daddy.”

That’s a dangerous position to be in, especially as his dick is still hard and covered in layers of my cum. But how can I ever resist my man? With all the strength I have left, I crawl up the bed towards my lover. His brawny arms wrap around my body and ease me on top of him. He grabs his bathrobe and wipes his mess off my backside, before rubbing my back and my thigh with those big callused hands of his. He feathers a kiss on my forehead, my nose and then my mouth, in the sweetest, most tender of kisses. "You're so good to me, baby. I appreciate you so much," he whispers against my lips.

"Anything for you, baby," I remind him, dabbing away the sweat from his forehead with the bathrobe. "Do you feel better?"

"I do." His soft, beautiful eyes gaze into mine, observing me. “I know that you worry about me a lot, and I’m sorry,” he says.

"Don’t ever be sorry. I always worry about the people I love. I just want you to be okay," I answer.

"I know, and that means a lot to me. You have no idea how much you mean to me, baby girl. I think about you all the time...I feel at home every time I’m out there performing for the fans, but coming home to you is always my top priority," he tells me. His eyes shine with emotion. "I love being with you. I love calling you mine and me, yours. I’m so happy you love me, because I love you too baby, so much."

Oh my god. He’s said it. I’m not imagining it this time. Tears spring to my eyes but I quickly blink them away. "I love you, Roman," I breathe, and press my lips to his, grateful to have this amazing man in my life. Our mouths move sensually together as I glide my palms down the side of his face, smoothing out the bristles of his beard. He lets out a throaty moan at my touch, at my kiss. I could stay like this forever, but my baby needs his rest.

“You should get some sleep. You had a long night tonight,” I say.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “I think you’ve forgot when I said we’re just getting started. It’s your turn to fuck me.”

“Damn, you were being for real huh.”

“Course I was. You’re my little fucktoy, aren’t you?” Two of his fingers rub across my bottom lip before slipping into my mouth, as he hypnotizes me with his smoldering, effortlessly sexy stare. “I can use you however I want, however long I want, as many times as I want. Right?”

I may be fatigued from the barrage of orgasms he’s blessed me with tonight, but I’ve since realized that no matter how tired I feel, I’m still greedy for that big ol’ dick. He’s turned me out and turned me into a raging nympho in the process. I nod thirstily, gasping around his fingers as I feel his dick stiffen against the swollen mound of my cunt, ready for me again.

“Good girl.” His fingers slide from my mouth to join the rest of their counterparts down south. Together, the ten of them gather the supple cheeks of my ass, molding, caressing, a devilish twinkle in Roman’s eyes at the hunger shining in mine. “Recess is over sweetheart,” he announces. “Ride this dick. And this time, I’m nuttin’ all up in that sweet pussy of yours.”

Fuck, I'm such a slut. It’s almost embarrassing, the way my already battered pussy instantly flutters at his low, husky tone, at the thought of getting filled up with his seed. I reach down to grip his cock, sliding the tip along my wet slit to lube it with more of my juices. The shiver of his big body as I stroke him sends a thrill through me. His big hands envelop my hips once more as I lower myself down on his waiting erection, sending a jolt of electricity through our bodies as we begin the eternal, spellbinding dance of lovers all over again.

THE END

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TW// Mentions of cancer treatment.

If you are sharing shit like this (or any other side by side like this) and poking fun at Roman for "bags under his eyes" or "looking tired all the time" as a way of claiming he's aging fast, you are insensitive af.

Fatigue is one of many symptoms our champ experiences due to a pill he has to take every single day for the rest of his life.

In addition to these things, specific Kinase Inhibitors have different additional affects. This is quite possibly one of the reasons for his reduced schedule even. The fact that Joe Anoa'i does even a fraction of the things he does is fucking remarkable.

Below is Roman discussing the side effects he deals with daily ⬇️⬇️⬇️

And if me pointing these things out makes you feel like shit:

Making fun of people for shit that is out of their control is foul. Do better. And in conclusion:

Also, if you have it and feel so inclined please do donate to LLS where you can also find the bulk of the information I included here and more valuable information on the illness that Roman and many others fight everyday.

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Obsessed with how he looked here 🤤

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Thank you so much for everything, Tribal Chief! ☝️

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I miss my big baby. A lot. ☹️🤍

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Needy Chief

(roman and y/n one-shot)

warnings: 18+, oral sex, unprotected sex, harsh sex, masturbation, edging, unconsciousness (kinda)

word count: 4k

Summary: Roman makes Y/N jealous and she decides to punish the Tribal Chief but does she succeed?

A/N: okay, this is my first one-shot and I hope yall like it :), error warning

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I am pacing around my room with the tip of my index finger in my mouth, biting it, barely being able to find a place and keep my sanity. Just a woman all prepared for her man- washed, shaved, moisturized and dressed up with his favorite red lacy lingerie since red is his favourite color and a short black kimono on the top because I feel cold from hatred.

But why am I pacing? Not because I'm nervous of my man who happens to be the face of whole sports entertainment, undisputed WWE champion for over 3 years and counting, people know him as the Tribal Chief, the Head of the Table, Roman Reigns. Nor the fact that the man in question is the most attractive man to walk on this planet, undisputed.

No. It's not that. I'm way over this. The problem is that he has an appearance on Smackdown tonight hence I made a plan to surprise him afterwards. I was getting all prepared and everything since I want to be perfect for him - to look good, to smell good, to taste good.

And what happens? I turn the show on the TV and there is him getting out of his black Jeep with his wise man. The WWE reporter, Kayla - that little woman with her perfect curls and pretty face anticipating with the mic in her hands. Then you have my man, Roman, getting out of the car after the wise man.

"What's going on tonight, Roman?" - Kayla asks. "Who will have the opportunity to face you next?"

And then he replied:

"You still seem not to get the things around here, babygirl. You don't "have" the opportunity to face me. You "win" this opportunity."

That's when I completely froze up.

He dared to call another woman "babygirl"? In front of me? In front of live television?

"He is so dead when he comes back" I thought and I'm still thinking it. I was thinking of making a great scandal but that's old, you feel me?

Men are not really affected when you scream at them and tell them how upest they made you. They can easily manipulate you and make you feel guilty about "overreacting" and yet again "being too emotional".

So I tossed this thought away and came up with a better plan.

I am gonna make Roman beg for me.

I brushed my hair and decided to put on a body oil on my skin with vanilla scent because Roman goes crazy when he smells vanilla. CRAZY.

I looked at my reflection on the wardrobe mirror which was next to the bed.

I'm gonna make him weak.

I heard the door downstairs unlocking and I quickly laid on the bed seductively, yet casually while changing the TV channel. I don't want him to see that I've been watching Smackdown.

I felt that he is entering in the bedroom but I pretended that I'm not seeing him and being too caught up with the random programme I put on.

"Hey, babe." he said softly with his deep, clear voice.

I turned to him and he had his long hair down. Oh, he knows I go weak over his natural, black, curly hair. He is wearing his usual black "Acknowledge me" tank top and black sweatpants. We'll see who will acknowledge who.

"Hey." I replied, unbothered.

He licked his lips while grinning. I think he is realizing that I'm all ready to be haunted by him but I'm gonna let him know who is the boss tonight or must I say the tribal chief.

"Why are you mad?" he laid next to me and started placing kisses on my cheeks coming down to my neck. His beard tickling my skin. "I tried not to be late. I see you got ready for me". The kisses started to become wet and his low voice got me almost ready.

I felt his big hands on my hips trying to take off my underwear but I stopped him.

"Not so fast" I simply said and he had a confused look on his face, going a bit far from me. "Tonight things will go a little different" I clarified.

"What do you mean different?". He furrowed his eyebrows.

I got up from the bed and slowly took off my kimono.

"Let's play a little game". I suggested and he rolled his eyes.

"Y/N, I am about to rip this pretty ass lingerie with my bare teeth and eat your pussy out like the last meal I'm gonna have in my life. Do you think I'm in the mood for games?" He suddenly got pissed. And I know why. Cause he wants everything to be his way, no questions asked.

"And why do you think you deserve this opportunity...chief?" I cocked my eyebrow. I just pulled a superman punch on him, mentally.

"What do you mean why? You are my girlfriend. The woman of my life...the love of my life." He replied and ran his fingers through his hair. "Babygirl..."

"Ah." I raised my finger. "Don't call me that. I thought Kayla was the babygirl."

Roman then got the look of realisation.

"Come on, Y/N...is this what you are mad about? Please." He reacted as if it's nothing. "I don't really mean it, you know?"

"Aha. And what if I call another man daddy?" I asked and crossed my arms which made my boobs pop out even more.

"I'm gonna beat the living shit out of him then show you who the real daddy is." Roman replied immediately with a not so slight growl in his voice.

"Well now..." I crawled on the bed to him and made him lean back. Then I put myself on his crotch. "I'm gonna show you who the real babygirl is".

I felt his hands on my ass but I removed them.

"No touching game"

"What do you mean no touching?" He slightly got up but I pushed him down again.

"Tribal chief can't take his punishment?" He looked me deep in the eyes and swallowed loudly. "I'm gonna stay up here and I'm gonna have fun with you but you are not allowed to touch me".

I got closer to his face.

"If you lay your hands on me, - I whisprered - I'm gonna go over there on the couch and I'm gonna touch myself, making you watch without being able to touch me and taste me, you understand?"

He gave me no answer, he just let out a growl, the exact beast low growl he does during mid match when he gets angry at his opponent.

I left a small peck on his lips just to tease him even more, then another one and on the third one he attacked my lips or more precisely, my tongue which made me separate from his face.

"Ay, you are so impatient, Roman." I scolded him and licked my lips.

"You make me this way". He said through his teeth and I giggled while taking his tank top off, exposing his beautiful upper body - the muscles and the magnificent tribal tattoo which made him even hotter.

I started leaving slow and wet kisses on his chest all down to his stomach. His breaths were getting heavier and heavier. I can feel how much he wants to touch me but he had his hands squeezing the sheets. I started licking his abs and took a look at his face. He had his lips pressed and eyes close shut.

I couldn't help but smirk and put my ass on his lap again, slowly started grinding.

"Don't". He hissed putting his hands on his head.

"Aw". I pouted and leaned to his face again.

"Daddy can't take it?" I asked and then brushed my lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss but Roman swiftly turned it to a very aggressive one. It almost felt like he would swallow my whole mouth and tongue. That's what I call a kiss of desparation.

Not to mention that I felt a big bulge beneath me. Now I awoke the true beast. I started grinding even more but problem is I am getting wet, too.

"Those sweatpants ain't thick enough for me to not notice you are getting seriously wet." He said through the kisses.

"I think you should worry about your boner, baby, cause that shit must hurt." I whispered against his mouth with a big smirk on my face.

"Also, I can always do this". I ripped my tong off with a bare hand and I slid myself like a snowboard on his abs and left a wet trail.

The look on his face was just priceless. It was mixed with shock, joy and anger. I can't really explain it.

I got beside him, taking off his sweatpants which were about to rip off from his own dick and now he is only left with his red boxers which may also rip off in a while.

He couldn't help but grab me by my hips and put me on him.

"Ah. I think you just broke the rule, Roman. No touching." I tsked and shook my head. "You know what this means."

I got away from him and turned my bare ass around walking to the couch taking off my bra, slowly, leaving myself completely naked.

I sat down on the couch, spreading my legs, just right in front of his eyes.

I licked my fingers slowly and seductively and put them on my clit.

Roman's POV:

If she continues going around like this, I'm gonna fuck her until she literally becomes unconscious and I mean it.

This woman knows how to play with me and I mean it in every single way.

I can handle anything. I'm a big man. You can put me against 2, 3, 4, 5 men and can handle the beating, no problem but I can't handle Y/N and her beautiful naked body standing in front of me and I'm not allowed to do anything.

That's something I can't survive and I don't know until when I am gonna stand like this and not enter in her like a drill in wood.

Her standing over there, looking at me with her hungry yet innocent eyes, playing with her pussy which was obviously crying for me. Her little fingers getting in and out. Her sexy moans getting inside my head.

"I'm just not gonna watch." I laid back looking at the white ceiling.

She started moaning louder and heavier and I felt like I'm gonna explode down there. Her moans always make me go insane, ecstatic even.

"When is this game coming to an end, Y/N?" I yelled.

"Whenever I say, daddy." She said through her heavy breaths and after a while she reached her climax, screaming out my name in the most needy tone ever.

Lord, how much I want to jump from that bed and put my dick inside of her tight pussy.

"Y/N, I need you, please. This is not funny" I said through my heavy breaths and then she got up, coming to me.

"Did you just say please?" She grinned sweetly.

She knows. Y/N knows too well how to make a big and strong man like me weak.

She has this effect.

"Yes. Is this what I had to do?" I asked her as if I'm cracking a code.

"Almost." she replied and she licked her fingers not leaving anything for me.

What does she mean by almost?

She got over me yet again. Okay. I guess game is over then. Y/N started taking my boxers off. It's happening.

Y/N's POV:

"Daddy deserves a reward after all he said but we still have work to do." I said while taking his boxers off, and his big beast exposed in front of me, all ready to be inside my holes.

"No touching me." I repeated in the same strict tone.

- What?- he cried out and I immediately started sucking his dick like a kid who just got its favorite lolipop.

I was going on fastly and as deep as I could and judging by his heavy breaths and whimpers, I knew if I don't slow it down, he can cum just like this. I want to show him how easy he is and how little he needs from me to cum. So I slowed it down, got it out of my mouth and licked my lips.

"Please don't stop like this." He whined.

This view is priceless.

Priceless.

A big, tough man like him all desperate for me to continue.

"I'm never gonna leave my daddy unsatisfied but the moment you touch me, I stop and you deal with this yourself." I warned him.

"Tie me up, at this point." He yelled.

I shook my head.

"Let's really test your limits, Roman." I licked my lips and then went back to business, changing the tactic. I started licking...slowly.

- At this point.- he talked to his heavy breaths.- I'm not gonna talk...to any other woman. Nah. I ain't gonna look at another woman. If you are gonna punish me like this.- his usual deep voice was crying out of desparation. I almost can't even recognise him. He is so given up.

I couldn't help but grin and then take as much as I could in my mouth, although tears were forming in my eyes and I will choke after a while.

He hissed.

Then I started going at my pace at first, more swiftly. I took a look at his face.

He is so sweaty from the head to the upper body, his hair is all messy, such a look of desparation and neediness. I felt my pussy throbbing and soaking from this view alone.

"Please, Y/N.- he cried out.- How much more do you need me to beg you? I need you!" He sounded so helpless.

Okay. Mission is accomplished. I think he learned his lesson.

I did a few more ups and downs and there we go. His dick exploded in my mouth like those hard candies with a liquid filling. In this case, a very, very hard big ass candy with extra, extra filling.

This mixed with his grunts is a whole another experience.

And I swallowed it all like a champ. Like an athlete swallows his protein shake right after workout.

I got up in a sitting position. My hair was all messed up and I felt a lil bit of sperm around my mouth and I immediately licked it. My breathing was heavy as well cause god damn, my man's tool is not small. It takes a lot of work.

Problem is I need him inside of me. Now. I am also a needy bitch.

"I had no idea the chief is so needy." I finally spoke with a taunting tone.

Roman was still coming to his senses. I think he doesn't know where he is. Honestly, he looks beautiful. I got close to his face. I slightly fixed his messy hair which got even curlier and placed a kiss on his sweaty forehead.

His breathing calmed down and he opened his eyes. He doesn't look cute now. No. He looks scary even.

My expression suddenly changed and was about to get off him but he caught me and swiftly changed the positions, slamming me onto the bed and now I'm under him.

"Are you done, princess? Are you done playing with your daddy now?" He asked with a low tone yet scolding one. Also the look on his face was very hungry yet frightening. "You think you tired me? No." He shook his head and caught my cheeks with his one hand. "You think you can play with me like a toy and then leave the things like this?" he asked me and shook his head again.

"Spread your legs." He ordered to me but I sat still. I am still shocked by the sudden change in him.

Okay I thought I got him for a minute but I swear to God, that's a beast and I can't tame him for long.

I swallowed loudly.

"Spread your beautiful legs for me." He repeated but it was in a slightly softer tone. I did it this time and he stared down at my pussy.

Roman smirked and licked his lips as if he is ready to devour a delicious meal.

"Look at it. It's crying out for me" He chuckled. "So ready to be eaten up by me" He growled going down on me and then he licked it in a really slow motion then kissed it.

A desperate moan left my mouth.

He suddenly came close to my face.

"You know, I'm a generous tribal chief, Y/N. If I was a brat like you, I would also think of a silly little game but my will to devour every single part of your body is stronger, so I'm not responsible for what it's coming. You brought this upon yourself."

My heart started beating as if it's gonna jump out of my body and I felt new juices forming in my core.

"Don't give me this scared look now." Roman smiled running his thumb over my chin. "There is nothing to be scared of. Daddy just wants his princess to acknowledge him and to make her feel good. Do I want too much?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"N-no." I stuttered.

He started kissing me. We exchanged some passionate, tongue kisses then he went down on me again.

I was making fun of him earlier that I can make him cum fast but same thing goes for me, I fear. And he is going slow, still. Enjoying every bit of my womanhood.

"Please, faster". I said through my heavy breaths, feeling the sweat forming on my forehead.

Not only he didn't go faster, he stopped, looked at me with this devilish look he always does before he came up with something mischievous, which typically doesn't end well.

"Now when you order your favorite meal, do you eat it at one go or you take your time to enjoy it?" Is he eating me out or we are having a discourse lecture?

"I eat everything in a blink of an eye and you damn know it." I replied with annoyance.

"Well, I'm the opposite type, so please, after the hell you just put me through, I deserve to enjoy my meal...slowly." He said and went back to his doing.

A helpless moan escaped my lips.

Why is he like this?

The leisure motions of his tongue were driving my body nuts, just like a time bomb. However time bombs in movies usually have seconds left until they explode but not in my case. I will explode when the tribal chief says so, I fear.

He started placing kisses on it then even slightly sucking on my clit.

"Please." I cried out. Literal tears started forming in my eyes from the frustration and desperation, forming in my whole body. "Please, Roman, faster".

He stopped and looked at me again but he didn't move his face far from my womanhood.

"Funny how the tables have suddenly turned." He literally whispered against my pussy which brought shivers all over it and made me flinch even.

Then he started eating me out fastly, so sudden yet so deeply anticipated by me.

I became a moaning mess again, almost in sync with his motions. I was feeling sweat dripping on my forehead and the tension in my whole body was building up, craving to cum.

I don't need much. I really don't need much. Just a few seconds and I'm gonna-

And there it is. The bomb exploded. I fear that this man may go deaf from my vocal performance tonight.

He placed another few kisses on it and of course, licked me all dry. "There we go, baby." He chuckled and while I was coming back to my senses, until I realize, I got positioned on four legs with Roman behind me and in front of the mirror.

He got inside of me as a thief in a house. However, thiefs get inside in a quiet, cautious way. Roman's stroke wasn't any of that.

Although, I was wide and ready for his dick, I still felt a bit of pain mixed with pleasure and fulfillment because we were both waiting for that exact feeling of our bodies colliding.

Our bodies, so needy of one another, that exact drug-like feeling which you can never get enough of.

The room got filled with my moans and his grunts.

"I want you to take a good look at the mirror, princess, and see, how good daddy makes you feel. Take a look at this hot view". He said through his heavy breaths yet he still sounded so dominant.

The view is really out of this world. We look like a hot mess.

"Same goes for you, bae". I smirked and then whimpered from his strokes which were gradually becoming faster and faster. "I want you to see that no other woman will fit you as I do"

"When did I say this?" he asked through his teeth and the strokes became so deep that I almost felt his dick up in my stomach, which of course, led my breath to choke and tears form in my eyes. "Huh, tell me babygirl". Roman insisted while not slowing at all. His expression was so angry but I know he is having the time of his life.

"Never but-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence because my body reached yet another orgasm and I felt that warm feeling of his sperm filling my insides.

We both came in unison. Roman let out some moans of conquerness. He finally got what he wanted.

My moans were frail...shaky. I feel like I got no more voice to let out and will go mute if he continues to fuck me sensless.

He grabbed me and slammed my back on the bed while him being over me.

Eye to eye.

"Sorry, babygirl, so rude of me to interrupt you. What were you saying?" Roman smirked. That damn smirk which never fails to drive me crazy.

"I-" and I was interrupted again by his dick getting inside of me but this time it was in a slower motion.

"I deeply apologize once again" He emphasized on "deeply" as he went deeper. "You were saying"

"Huh?" I had no idea what he is talking at this point. Roman let out one of his deep chuckles. "I asked you when did I say that another woman can fit me"- he repeated his question.

"You did not say it with words but-" He started going faster but not too fast. However it was enough for me to cut my breaths.

"Use your words, Y/N" He is enjoying this way too much. "You were very talkative while you were explaining the rules of your game. What happened now, huh?" He was talking with this victorious tone...he knows he took the control once again.

"You said it with action" My voice was all raspy and I tried to sound clear but the situation wasn't allowing me at all, so I sounded more like a powerless human being.

"I see" he went fast once again. I digged my nails into his sweaty, half tatooed back. It will probably leave red marks but he just loves this shit.

Then he attacked my lips in a deep, passionate kiss but there was a nuance of anger. Our tongues were in a battle, exchanging moans and grunts.

I felt that I'm gonna pass out really, really soon due to the fact that I was seeing stars with my eyes closed.

"Look at me, Y/N" Roman stopped kissing me and I tried to open my eyes. That damn man still looks fresh as hell like he can go for few hours yet I probably look like I'm gonna leave this world sooner than you think. "You think I'd do that for another woman, huh?"

"No." I officially lost my voice because I barely said this.

The moment we reached our climax, I was letting out mute moans. Yes, MUTE MOANS. There was literally no voice and no power left in me. I feel all numb and powerless.

"Good". Roman spoke through his heavy breaths. After he fully nutted in me for the second time, he got out of me.

Then I felt him laying a kiss on my sweaty forehead.

"I love you and you only, Y/N. I said with words and actions"

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