That Is Why I Said "He's The World's Best Everything"

That is why I said "He's the world's best everything"

FAWKKKKKKK IM GOING FERAL

Kink List #2- Face Fucking

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Paring: Roman Reigns x Fem!reader

WC: 2,103

The truth is, Roman Reigns has a certain look that's undeniable, even when he's not trying. Take, for instance, those moments when he's dripping with sweat and oil after a grueling wrestling match. It's almost as if his rugged, athletic physique has an irresistible magnetic pull.

You'd consider yourself just his friend - or at least, that's what you'd want to call it - but you can't help but be drawn to him. You've always suspected that he's packing some serious size, perhaps even exceeding 9 inches. When you think about it, you find yourself fantasizing about the way he looks when he's tired and relaxed, slumped over a cup of coffee in his private room.

The sunlight streaming through the small window casts a flattering glow on his chiseled body, making your heart race. You're only there to psych him up for his match against Drew, but your gaze keeps drifting back to Roman as he leans against the wall in worn black cargo pants that ride low on his hips.

It's there that your imagination takes over, and you can't help but picture the size and shape of Roman's...ahem...equipment beneath those pants. The mental image is enough to leave you breathless and craving more.

Roman's deep, husky voice cut through the air, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "Staring a bit too hard, don't you think?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at you. Your gaze snapped back to his, and you felt a flush rise to your cheeks as you realized how long you'd been ogling him. You stammered out a response, trying to play it cool. "I-I was just...enjoying the view," you said, attempting to sound nonchalant. Roman raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving yours, and took another sip of his coffee. The sound of the liquid hitting the cup was like a drumbeat in the silence that followed.

Then, he spoke again, his voice low and provocative. "You gone stare all day, or do something about it?" His words hung in the air like a challenge, daring you to respond. You felt like you'd been punched in the gut, completely caught off guard by his boldness. You hadn't expected Roman Reigns to be so...direct to you. The tension between you grew thicker than the air in the room, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was implying.

You stood frozen in place, your eyes locked onto Roman's as he spoke, your mind racing with a mix of excitement and panic. What am I doing? He's my friend, my Tribal Chief. Roman placed his coffee cup on the table beside him, his movements slow and deliberate. He then brought his hands together in a fist, flexing his fingers before releasing them, as if releasing tension. His eyes never left yours as he took a few steps closer, his long legs eating up the distance between you.

Toe to toe, you found yourself inches from Roman's chest, your heart pounding in your chest. Before you could think twice, you stole a fleeting kiss, barely wet enough to register on your lips. The moment was over before it began, but Roman's reaction was immediate. His hand crept up your back, his fingers trailing over the skin beneath your shirt. He found the ends of your hair and wrapped them around his hand, his grip firm.

With a sudden jolt, he pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him. Your gaze met his, and for a moment, you were lost in the intensity of his eyes. The world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in time.

Roman's lips crashed down on yours with a force that left you breathless. The air was charged with tension as you both fought for dominance in the small, enclosed space. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you gave yourself over to the kiss, surrendering to the raw power of Roman's mouth. It was as if he had a hold on you, a magnetic pull that drew you in, making it impossible to resist.

Your hand rose of its own accord, brushing against the firm, soft expanse of Roman's chest. You couldn't help but linger there, enjoying the sensation of his skin beneath your fingertips, the subtle sheen of body oil glistening in the dim light. As he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes locked onto yours, burning with intensity.

"lips so fucking soft," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. His thumb stroked over your bottom lip, sending shivers down your spine. You felt yourself melting into his touch, your body surrendering to his every whim.

As Roman stepped back from the kiss, you felt yourself sinking to your knees, drawn inexorably towards him like a magnet. You buried your face in the bulge of his pants, inhaling deeply as your senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of Dior Sauvage, musk, and laundry detergent. It was a heady mix that left you reeling, your senses drunk on the sheer masculinity of Roman Reigns.

As you pressed your face deeper into his groin, Roman's hands came down around you, cradling your head and pulling you closer. You felt his hardness straining against the fabric of his pants, and your heart skipped a beat as you realized just how much he wanted you.

You moaned softly, your breath catching in your throat as you shifted on your knees, desperate to reposition yourself to pull down Roman's tight cargo pants. The fabric resisted at first, but you finally managed to coax them down, revealing Roman's ruggedly handsome physique. Your moan turned to a gasp of surprise as you realized that Roman had gone commando, his legs bare and unencumbered by underwear.

The pants only made it halfway down his legs before you were sucking Roman's cock practically to the root, nearly choking yourself on the thick, hard flesh. Roman's hand came down gently onto your head, his touch reassuring and calming, allowing you to take the lead as you wrapped your tongue around the head of his cock.

As you explored the length and girth of Roman's cock, you couldn't help but be drawn in by its beauty. It was long and thick, with a light brown hue that seemed almost golden in the dim light. The tip was a deep pink, and you couldn't help but twirl your tongue around it, savoring the taste and texture.

The flavor was intoxicating - a heady mix of salt and musk and masculinity that left you breathless and wanting more. You felt like you were drowning in the sensation, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all.

Roman's hand remained on your head, his touch gentle but firm, guiding you as you continued to explore his body. You felt like you were lost in a sea of sensation, unable to think or reason or even breathe - all that mattered was the feel of Roman's cock in your mouth, and the way he seemed to be responding to your touch.

You lifted your gaze, stealing a glance up at Roman through your lashes. Your eyes locked onto his chest, where you saw his muscles rising and falling with each ragged breath. His lips parted, and a soft, panting sound escaped them, sending a shiver down your spine.

Roman's hand in your hair tightened and relaxed, the rhythmic clench and unclenching a sensual caress that sent sparks through your scalp. When he spoke, his voice was low and husky, trembling with restrained passion.

"If you can make me cum before my match," he breathed, "I'll...I'll fuck you later. Yeah? Can you do that for daddy? Want me to be all up in you, don't you?" His words were laced with a sensual promise, the tremble in his voice a testament to the raw emotion coursing through him.

You felt a flutter in your chest at the possessive term "daddy," and the way Roman's eyes seemed to bore into yours, as if daring you to deny him. You sensed that this was what he'd been building up to all along - the desire to claim you as his own, to possess you fully.

The words "I know you do, baby" hung in the air like a challenge, a reminder that Roman was well aware of the attraction between you. And with those final one syllable - "fuckkk" - Roman's entire body seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if he was barely holding himself back from claiming you right there and then.

The air was electric with tension, charged with the promise of passion and pleasure. You felt yourself melting into Roman's gaze, unable to resist the pull of his desire. The thought of making him cum before his match was suddenly all-consuming, and you knew that you would do anything to make it happen.

Your lips left sloppy, wet kisses trailing down Roman's length, from the tip to his balls. The touch sent shivers through your body, and you felt a thrill of excitement at the sensation. Roman couldn't resist the intimacy of the moment, and his second hand wrapped around your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer.

As you gazed up at him, Roman's voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. "Tap my stomach if you want out," he warned, his eyes burning with intensity. "Otherwise, I'm not sparing you."

You nodded gently, your mouth still full of Roman's cock. The thought of being owned by him, of being claimed and possessed in every sense of the word, made your heart race with excitement. The idea of getting him off before and after every match was a tantalizing prospect, and you felt a sense of anticipation building inside you.

As Roman continued to thrust into your mouth, the pleasure on his face was almost palpable. His eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and his jaw was set in a determined line. The pressure of his hands in your hair was intense, pulling your head back and forth as he rode the waves of pleasure.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm. The pressure in your tights was building, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. But you didn't want it to end - you wanted to savor this moment, this feeling of being completely consumed by Roman's passion.

As you gazed up at him, Roman's face was a mask of ecstasy, his features contorted in pleasure. You knew that he was close to cumming, and you could feel his body tensing up beneath your touch. The thought sent a thrill through you, and you quickened your pace, determined to make him come before he stopped you.

Roman's thrusts became more rapid and intense, his cock plunging deeper into your mouth with each stroke. Your eyes began to water, and your eyelids redden as you struggled to accommodate his girth. But you didn't want him to stop - you reveled in every moment of it, every sensation coursing through your body like a river of pleasure.

The wet suck of your mouth was the perfect complement to Roman's hips, which stuttered and faltered as he rode the waves of pleasure. Your dampened lashes clung to your cheeks, and you felt your face grow hot with arousal. Roman's stare was intense, his eyes burning with desire as he watched you work him over.

Your throat began to flutter and contract around his cock, sending shivers down Roman's spine. He swore, his voice hoarse with passion, as he came down your throat in a torrent of release. You felt his fingers tense around your face, and then go slack as he relaxed into the pleasure.

As soon as Roman's grip on your face relaxed, you pulled back, gasping for air. Roman's hand came down to cradle your face, his fingers curling around your cheeks as he looked down at you with a gaze that was both tender and triumphant.

"Thank you, daddy," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Roman's chest still heaved with exertion, but he smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're so fucking good, baby," he breathed, his words dripping with adoration.

You felt a flutter in your chest at the praise, and Roman's words sent a shiver down your spine. You knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be - in this moment, with this man, feeling the rush of pleasure and power that came from being desired and desired in return.

Now that I am pump, I will pump you the whole night!

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