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Pairing: Roman Reigns x Fem Reader
Summary: After a long work week, the readers happy her husband, Roman is finally back home and he learns how much she missed him…
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing, fingering, oral fem receiving, bit rough sex, cream pie)
Requested by: @sorryimshannoon (I hope you enjoy it!)
Word Count: 1.3k
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The sound of his voice, him laying next to me in bed. I never intended to be the clingy type but when Roman would be gone for days and days like this, it was hard not miss him and his essence in every way.
Steam filled the bathroom from my shower, turning off the music and wrapping myself in my robe when I finished drying off, head tilting as I heard a noise.
First I poked my head out, thinking it was from our bedroom, but hearing it from downstairs. It could only be one person, face lighting up with a smile when seeing Roman downstairs, just getting back home.
"Hey baby," He smiled softly, looking up to me on the stairs.
My favorite thing from when he came home was one of his hugs, snug and tight in his arms, always feeling safe and loved, still blessed that this man was really my husband.
Looking up into his eyes, I noticed a wet spot on his shirt from his hair, giggling:
“Sorry, baby. I was just in the shower.”
“I can tell, walking around like this,” He smirked, taking a handful of my ass while kissing me, hearing moisture while taking more, whispering against my lips, “That ain’t from the shower.”
He could always put butterflies in my stomach, feeling a slight shyness in my smile, unable to look him in the eye.
“What were you doing in the shower?” He tilted to look into my eyes, having me stuttering softly:
“I- ju; I just missed you, Roman. It’s been a week.”
“Just couldn’t wait for me to get home?” His hand went under my robe, fingers sliding between my thighs, running through my folds to feel how wet I was just from thinking about him in the shower, taking a soft hold on his shirt and biting my lip at the feeling of him slipping in slowly, “Missed me a lot, hm?”
“All I was doing was fantasizing, baby,” I cooed, hand naturally falling to palm him, “You know you missed me too.”
That earned a slight chuckle, kissing softly, “Well, you don’t have to fantasize anymore.”
Roman could never help and give in after a time period like this, being tossed up into his arms with a kiss, carrying me up the stairs and back to our bedroom, still able to feel the steam from the shower.
“Damn,” Roman sighed, laying me down to toss off his shirt, “Had you feeling real hot in there.”
I wasn’t really paying attention, but heard and nodded, too focused on his god-like body, tattoos that I always admired, even more lustful watching his hair fall to his shoulders, stepping out of his joggers and boxers.
“Fuck, Roman,” I gasped, already beyond impatient and throwing my robe across the room, going to pull him up for a kiss, but he took my wrists and pinned me down to the bed.
“I didn’t even do anything,” A chuckle trickled into my ear, fixing his position with my thighs over his, “Tell me first, what were you thinking about in there?”
I needed a deep breath, earning a slow grind when I retraced my memory:
“Just hot your body gets against mine, how hot your kisses get literally anywhere on me, your strength and how you just, rock my shit.”
“How hot my body is?” He pressed his chest into mine, having my head nodding while grinding again against his shaft, working me up more, “And my kisses are hot?”
I didn’t need to respond, a slight gasp and hum when he kissed at my neck, travelling down to kiss all over, nerves shocked and already making my back arch with his lips closing around my clit, hooking my knees over his shoulder.
“Soo hot, baby,” I whined at the feeling of being eaten, his beard creating a delicious burn at my inner thighs, mouth wide open and tongue going through me in about every way possible.
My hand went to take some of his hair and he sure showed strength, taking my wrists and keeping them down again, sucking my clit even harder, moaning and whining louder, thighs squeezing his head to make up for the contact.
“Roman,” I gasped for air, body going through sudden jerks, beginning to grind against his face, glancing down into his eyes and knowing I never needed to tell him, just moaning out his name when coming undone, a hum from him rattling my nerves even more, at a never ending high even when he set my hips back down softly, wiping at his chin.
“I think you mentioned one more thing,” He looked down through his hair, spreading my legs wide and taking his stance, cock at my soaked, spasming entrance, unable to help his laugh, “Said I rock your shit?”
I nodded my head quickly, dying for the feeling of him inside of me, “Every time.”
“Damn right,” He growled, going slow at first, giving a few inches then slamming into me.
His mouth could do some amazing things, but there was no feeling like this, squeezing him so hard already, eyes shut tight and needing grab at something, holding the pillow above me for dear life, getting a series of rough thrusts, beginning to come at me faster and faster.
“Roman, baby,” I cried out, needing him desperately and he knew that, coming chest to chest again, my arms hooking under his and legs latching around his hips.
I didn’t try to be so easily defeated, grinding hips, but his strength was just too great for mine, body being slammed down into the bed too, bed rocking with such force moving forward.
“Better than you little fantasies, right?” He whispered in my ear, love bites at my neck when I began scratching at his back, tensing up around him even more.
“They aren’t even close to this,” My voice began to break into wails, his hands resting on my thighs and pushing them up till my feet were at the bed frame, stomach feeling all the impact while my walls grew so tight that my whole body tried to curl, spasming growing faster and harder too.
“The real deal’s always better,” Those sexy eyes spoke through his hair, flipping it back and biting his lip, speeding off like a jackhammer and bottoming out, knowing I was close again and wanting it, “Now, cum for me, baby”
“I am, Roman!” White flashed behind my eyes, knuckles aching from grabbing the sheets so hard, screaming out his name and gushing out, a sting in my chest from panting so hard, some tears in my eyes but it felt so good.
Getting fucked right through it made his thrust slow a little, it taking its wave over him and having him throbbing hard, another feeling I loved so much, how hot his dick was inside of me, shooting his warmth and it always made me feeling like I was going to melt.
“Damn, I love that,” He whispered softly, pulling back a little and pushing all his cum back in and keeping his hips against mine.
“Me too, baby,” I breathed, eyes still closed with a hum, “I love it so much.”
“It’s always a nice thing to come home too,” My eyes fixed to see his smile, leaning down to hug me, rubbing my side to ease some of my tension.
“Can we always do this when you come back?” I toyed, “You’re something else after it’s been a while.”
His smiles made it obvious that he wasn’t opposed to the idea, but kissing proudly, “I’m always something else, baby.”
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