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CHRIS EVANS as ANDY BARBER in DEFENDING JACOB (2020)
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DEFENDING JACOB (2020) POKER FACES (S01E03)
i have no words… only thots.
Tags: 18+, smut, brattiness, ~900 words
A/N: congratulations to people magazine for recognising what we have all been saying for years <3 (smut under the cut)
“sexiest man alive, huh?” is how you greet your boyfriend in the morning. “sounds official. do you get to sign off on emails with that now or something?”
chris sets down his steaming mug of coffee and turns to face you with a roll of his eyes as you enter the kitchen, magazine in hand, your boyfriends body plastered across the front cover
“funny,” he deadpans, stifling a smile
“i’m just curious, is all,” you shrug, shit-eating grin on your face. “i’m not familiar with the customs around this sort of thing. should i curtsy?”
“i could accept kneeling,” he allows, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling your body against his, casting a filthily pointed glance down to your mouth. “you know, if you really wanted to pay your respects”
you gasp, swatting his arm with a giggle. “i would never dishonour such a sacred title like that”
“uh-huh,” he rumbles, his huge hands warm on your back as he holds you. “you keep acting like such a brat, i’m gonna do something really dishonourable to those tiny little shorts you’ve got on”
Sit
18+
- Pairing: Chris x Reader
- Warnings: Cocky Chris, (Dom)Chris, (Sub)R, unprotected sex, cock warming, talking down on you, dirty talk, daddy kink, nsfw
- Summary: Chris back from a business trip and very frustrated.
***
“Hi baby!” You yell running up to Chris, you wrap your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. You give a welcome home kiss, you pull away smiling. He was not.
“Hey” he says putting you back on the floor.
“What’s wrong?” You ask concerned usually he’s all over you when he gets home.
“Nothing” he mumbles grabbing a beer from the fridge. Maybe he just had a rough flight. He walk out the back door to the back yard. You stand in the kitchen unsure what to do. Usually when he’s mad he likes to be alone to work through he’s feelings but he just got back from a 5 day trip he should be all over you. You take a deep breath and put on a tough face. You walk outside.
“Hey” you say louder than you intended. He looks over at you eyebrows raised “uh” you shift uncomfortably “what’s wrong? You’ve been gone for 5 days and then you come hom-“ he cuts you off
“Not right now Y/n” you hesitate to say anything, Chris isn’t scary or abusive in anyway it’s just he’s usually not like this and you don’t want to push him.
“Yes right now” you cross your arms standing your ground. Chris gives you a ‘oh really look’ he moves in his chair so he’s sitting straight up.
“No Y/n not right now” his leg is draped over the chair keeping himself wide open. You bite you lip quickly.
“Why?” You try to keep your mind straight. Chris leans back in his chair and sips his beer. “Why?” You repeat yourself, he still doesn’t answer. He’s ignoring you, he knows how bad that pisses you off. You always tell him it’s one of the worst things he could do. “Are you seriously ignoring me right now?” He just flicks his eyebrow and takes another swig. You scoff and shake your head. You walk back in the house pacing back and forth. What the hell is wrong with him? Ignoring me? He’s been gone for 5 days 5 whole days. You just wanted some love and attention. You walk back outside.
“Why are you ignoring me. I just wanted some attention you’ve been gone for a long time then you come back looking good as ever and you toss me away like garbage.”
“Sit” he says stern not even looking at you.
“What?” You ask confused
“Sit.” He says more stern and hot as ever, he pays his thigh. You feel your knees getting weak and a familiar wetness creeping. You take a second before walking over to his chair. He looks up at you, you put your leg over his and straddle him. He gets inches close to you, you feel his warm breath on your face. Your breathing is shaky. “I said not right now.” Your whole body is confused, you're mad but so turned on you just want him right now. You go to get off him but he grabs your hips hard and forces you to sit on him.
"You just want me to sit here?" You ask, he just looks at you. "And you're going to ignore me?" You ask louder. You try to squirm but he won't let you loose. "Chris really" you sigh, he looks at you and pulls your dress up letting it settle on your hips. You don't say anything you just let him do what he wants. He slowly slides his hand down to your lacy thong just rubbing slow circles on the fabric. You bite your lip trying to hide any moans or demands you want to scream out. He slowly slips your panties to the side. You let out a little whimper, he tapped on your clit making you shiver.
"Unbuckle my belt" He says quietly, you do as he says. You undo his belt and hand it to him. “Good girl” he praises he grabs your arms “ behind your back baby” he says sweetly but there’s a stern dominance in his tone. You put your hands behind your back and he ties his belt around your wrists. “Go ahead grind on me” he puts his arms behind his head. You let out a shaker breath and start grinding on him, the friction of his jeans rubbing against you just right makes you let out a moan. “That’s good” he encourages you, you move a little faster. You can feel your slick getting on his jeans, you know he loves it just as much as you do.
“Are you going to” you pause letting out a little moan “are you going to fuck me daddy?” You ask licking your lips.
“Not yet. You don’t know how to listen.” He shakes his head giving you a disappointed look. You throw your head back with groan, you should’ve listened to him and left him alone but you just had to stand your ground. “Lean back” you do and he brings his hand to your clit rubbing it fast.
“Oh” you moan loudly he sticks a finger in thrusting it at a good pace “please I’m sorry” you try beg. His other hand open his fly and brings out his hard huge cock. “Fuck” you moan just at the sight of him. He chuckles at you and your desperation. Chris removes his fingers.
“Sit on it” he smirks at you. You waist no time, you hover him and start to slowly sink down, he grabs your hips and slams you down on him. You let out a loud moan and so does he. You try to move but he holds you there. Still.
“It’s okay baby I can move” he laughs at you. Your eyebrows furrow confused
“No honey you’re not moving” he says in a mocking tone. “You’re going to sit here and keep my cock warm since you want to be so needy and not listen to what I say” you groan in frustration “no complaining, no moving, no talking or you won’t cum tonight understand?” He asks you throw your head back “understand!?” He says louder
“Yes daddy” you say defeated. Chris goes on his phone placing bets on a game. You sit there thinking about just moving up and down, he couldn’t resist you. Or maybe he could. You close your eyes trying to control yourself. You think about talking dirty to him, telling him his thick cock filling you up feels so good, and how much you’ve missed him and the way he makes you feel. You open your ass but don’t say anything like a good girl. Chris moves his hips causing him to move a little deeper. You close your eyes tightly and bite your lip. Fuck this going to be hard. He’s going to tease you the whole time. You open your eyes and look at him. His perfect face, his amazingly good jaw line just asking for kisses, his perfect plumb lips looking the same. His large hands makes you more wet, his chest isn’t bare but his shirt is tight enough to show his muscles. God he was perfect and making you so horny that you just want to move and get fucked. Or at least just lay on him and cuddle, but mostly get fucked.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks smirking putting his phone down. You hesitate on answering not knowing if you should. “I told you no moving and you were just moving”
“I-I didn’t mean to. Promise”
“Don’t do it again. I mean it” he goes back on his phone placing his stupid bets. You patience running thin. He moves again making you whimper very quietly. You pray he didn’t hear you.
After sitting there for about a half hour you lean forward, your body was losing balance since he tied your hands behind your back. You lay on his chest and look up at him.
“Tired baby?” He asks making fun of you. You nod your head. His arms wrap around you and hold you to his chest. “Daddy’s almost done. You’re doing good” he kisses your head. You smile feeling good. He thrusts into you randomly, you let out a moan. “Was that a moan?” You shake your head no quickly “now your lying?” He tsks at you “well that’s what bad girls do” he repositions you, you bite your lip so hard you think you’re drawing blood. He picks you up and walks you inside you keep your mouth shut the entire time. He lays you on the couch. “I said no moving, no talking, no noises.”
“I didn’t mean to” you plead “you moved and you know”
“I really don’t want to punish you, but you broke the rules” he says picking you up standing you in front of him. He sits on the couch spreading his legs so you can get in between them. He unbuttons his pants and slips them off. “Knees” you fall on your knees and get in front of him. He pushes your hair out of your face and guides you down to his cock. You start sucking on the tip slowly.
“No teasing bullshit you’re already in enough trouble” his hand pumps what your mouth can’t reach, you take as much as you can as possible. You lick and suck on him like your life depends on it because right now it feels like it does. You hear Chris’ groans which turns you on even more. He reaches over and unties your hands. You pump him and suck, his hand grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves you down on his cock. You choke but stay put not fighting him. You can feel spit falling down your chin, he loves when you look this sloppy, this desperate. He lets you go and take deep breath’s looking at him through your eyelashes.
“You’re doing so good chocking on my cock just how I like” he praises moving hair out of your face once again. He looks at how swollen your lips are, how red your cheeks are, how your chin is covered in spit. “My needy dumb baby” he coos. You go back to bobbing your head back and forth working up the courage to take him all again. You moan just listening to his. You push your head down taking him all again. “God look at you, taking all of me. Just like you should.” You can feel tears rolling down your cheeks but you don’t stop. He yanks on your hair pulling up then pushing you back down. He lets out a loud moan before pulling you back up. You wipe your chin, he stands you up and so does he. He smashes his lips on yours, you kiss back sloppy. Just wanting all of him.
“I need you” you whine. He chuckles and lays you down on the couch. “Please daddy” you beg “please fuck me” he crawls on top of you, his fingers go straight to your clit rubbing it making you squirm. “Please no teasing” he kisses your neck sucking on the spots he knows you like. He moves his lips right to your ear
“I’m supposed to punish you. You were a bad girl. Too needy. Too dumb to stay still for daddy” he whispers you can feel tears in your eyes, you want him so bad.
“Daddy, I’m sorry so sorry. Please I need you” you say meaning and groaning. Chris looks at you studying your face. He kisses your lips sweetly.
“Fine.” He says you feel so relieved you smile.
“Thank you daddy I’ll be good I promise.” He positions himself in front of you and slips the tip in.
“You’re soaking wet for me huh?” You bite your lip and nod waiting for him to go in fully. “How bad do you want me?”
“So bad, I need you. I need you to fuck me so good I can’t remember my name” he smirks at you and thrusts into you. He goes almost all the way out and right back in bottoming out in you, it feels so good you could scream. He keeps hard thrusting into you making your back arch.
“Feel good? Look at you falling apart on my cock.” His eyes never leave yours “taking my cock so well.” He says through his teeth. You close your eyes tight letting out loud moans. You feel your body heating up, you know you’re not gonna last long. It’s all because of the waiting.
“Close already?” He teases “my dumb baby so pathetic can’t even last a minute when I have my cock buried in her” you moan even more listening to his words.
“Daddy I-“ you try to say but can’t “I”
“Go ahead cum all over my cock” you do as said and cum hard your legs start shaking, your eyes roll in the back of your head you see stars. You scream his name loudly. When you come down from your high you realize Chris never slowed down for a second. He’s still pounding you, your legs keep shaking and your body keeps squirming. Chris rubs your clit making you squirm more.
“Chris please” you beg not even sure what your begging for. It’s a lot of pleasure you don’t know how to react. Chris pins you down with his body trying to keep you still. “Oh my god!” You moan out
“Fuck” he groans. He stops everything and pulls out. He stands up and lifts you up throwing you over his shoulder taking you up stairs. You lay there lifeless enjoying the break. He throws you on the bed and you get into position, hands and knees. He comes behind you, he brings his hand down slapping your ass then rubbing it. He slaps you again making you jump and whimper. He lines himself and slips in you. He holds onto your hips and pounds into you over and over again. You bite the sheet trying to muffle your moans it’s not working though. He pulls your hair bending your head back.
“I love fucking this pussy. You fit me so well.” He groans, you can’t form words or even speak. You feel another tightness coming on. Chris leans on you whispering dirty things in your ear. Saying how much you’re made for him, how you’re just his dumb little baby, how your pussy was made for him, how dumb you are that you can’t even make words. Chuckling at you making fun of you and you love every word and every second.
“I” you start to say but can’t finish. Your brain won’t work, your drooling, your legs are shaking, you’re face down in the bed barely able to keep your body up. He’s holding your hips up. You moan loudly your legs shaking, your vision goes black, you can’t hear anything. You are in complete and total pleasure, you’re pretty sure your screaming bug you can’t tell.
“Good girl” he says kissing your back. Chris thrusts a few more times before getting sloppy. “You want me to fill you up? Fill this pussy up?” You nod your head yes. “Say it”
You try to gather yourself enough to say something but only moans and whimpers come out. He slaps your ass a few times.
“Please daddy” you say breathless “cum in me” you groan. He kisses your back again, his thrusts even more sloppy, his moans and groans still getting to you. He pulls out and flips you over, he sets your legs on top of his shoulders and slams into you again.
“I want to look at you when I cum” he explains. You throw your head back enjoying the new position. “Look at me” he says to you tapping your face. You look him in the eyes biting your lip.
“Cum daddy, make me feel full” he kisses your neck biting on it.
“Fuck” he groans “you feel so good around me” he nibbles at your ear. He at you and kisses you softly. You can feel yourself filling with warm cum. You sigh at the feeling.
“I love you” you whisper. Chris pulls out and flops on the bed next to you. “I love you too” he says catching his breath. You move over laying on his chest.
“I missed you” you say breathlessly
“I know I could tell” he chuckles pulling you closer.
“I’m serious” you laugh. “And you were mean” you pout at him.
“I know I’m sorry” he sighs
“What was the problem?”
“Honestly?” He looks at you “I missed you the whole time and had a terrible trip all I wanted when I came through the door and saw you in that dress was pound the fuck out of you” you look at him confused “I just pretended to be mad”
“Chris” you say hitting his chest laughing “you could’ve just had sex with me”
“I wanted it to be fun” he wiggles his eyebrows. You shake your head and give him a kiss. “Alright I’ll get up and get you cleaned up. Tomorrow it’s stay in bed all day and do whatever daddy says day” he winks at you. You smile and nod agreeing.
Chris Evans Is PEOPLE’s 2022 Sexiest Man Alive (2)
CHRIS EVANS is PEOPLE’s 2022 Sexiest Man Alive
Ratings: 18+
Warnings: SMUT; Rough/Angry sex; Hit of public sex; errors after errors after errors after errors after errors (…).
A/N: Angry Roman is a lot, so... if you don't like, don't read.
The hotel parking lot had some weird fluorescent lights, not exactly the kind of lights to put in a parking lot with all those pillars. But who cared? Maybe they had put them on last, after forgetting them and she was concentrating on them to avoid the silence of that car.
He was angry, really angry and Y/N didn't know what to do. Roman hardly ever got seriously angry in reality and on the rare times she had witnessed it, it had not been a sight to tell or see. But tonight they had reached a whole other level and the car was starting to hold tight on her, she felt guilty and she didn't even know why.
- Where were my cousins? - he asked suddenly, his hands still clasped on the steering wheel and eyes cast down.
Y/N bit her lip, the heel pressed to the mat under the seat and her hands flattening the edge of the sweatshirt he had given her to cover the glitter-filled dress. She knew where he was headed.
She loved the twins, she really loved them. She had loved them from the first second, when just a week after signing her contract with the federation, she saw them playing football with an empty box of Chinese food in a hotel parking lot in Tucson. At four in the morning. She had grown fond of them immediately, it had been easy: they were like two big Samoan children, it was almost impossible to hate them. They had grown up in a large and close family, forming a group was natural for them. Of course, they too had bad moments and for some it was not the best to find them both in front of them if things went badly, but in general it was easy to love them. Or at least for Y/N it had been so. She had started going out with them all the time and for her it was now "familiar" to have them around, she didn't even ask anymore where they were going or what to do. She was with them, she would have fun anyway, even if every now and then they got carried away... they were the ones who introduced her almost to everyone into the federation. They had introduced her to Roman. And Jaxon. Jaxson? Jackson? No, Jason. God, she just couldn't remember that dude’s name!
- I told them I was on my way back to the hotel.
She really did it, after repeatedly trying to enjoy a night that didn't take off. They were almost completely drunk, Naomi wasn't in much better shape, and she had to tell the bartender to call a cab to take them back when they finished making bad videos on the dance floor, but there was no point in giving Roman those details. Not at that moment.
- One of them could have accompany you - he replied quickly and Y/N turned to look at him confused.
- I'm not a child Ro, why would they?
They weren't in the ring, they didn't do business on commission and those two, as much as they enjoyed having fun and sometimes too much, could be blamed for anything but that. They had grown up together, in a family that didn't compromise on those aspects, why was he asking her those questions? If they had known that the guy would have taken it out for being rejected and would have followed her to the car to complain, they wouldn't have even made him get to the door. She wouldn't even let him get to the door.
- You could have called me - he replied, avoiding her question and Y/N went back for a moment to look at the parking lights, feeling that strange weight in her chest again.
- I thought you hadn't arrived yet, you had the interviews... these things always last longer than expected and to get here it took three hours by car - she reflects aloud, while Roman sighed and rested his head on the seat.
The last few weeks had been hectic, the PPV was approaching and he was as always in the mainevent. Journalists were in line to ask him the same questions over and over from all kinds of sports and non-sports news, he had podcasts to participate in, programs to make appearances. The federation exhibited him to the limit on those occasions and everything had to fit into his agenda, already planned to the minute for the previous months. She had seen him eat in the gym, sleep on the bus, change on a plane, wash in the locker room as if he had nowhere to go back and didn't want to get in the way. They were friends, they had sex - lots of sex - but she had no right to speak in his life and deep down, even if Y/N wasn't the face of the federation, knew how many sacrifices required a job like theirs. She didn't want to bore him, steal his time or worse, seem more of who she was.
And that had been one of the reasons she'd agreed to talk to that guy, friend of Xavier. She wanted to distract herself, find an alternative, but it was hours of stolen sleep, songs repeated in a bar like any other and two watered-down drinks that she had thrown away almost entirely. If she had known it wasn't the right night to spend with the twins, maybe she would have worked out, eat in the bedroom and hid under the covers to rest for a while, instead she'd had to get that guy out of Roman's hands before he lost control to the point of getting a call.
She watched him run a hand over his face, eyes closed and brow furrowed. He was angry, he was really angry and in one night Y/N had managed to smash his agenda, forcing him to take her back to the hotel when thanks to the advance interviews in Columbus, he could already be in bed.
- Roman ... - she called him softly, his heavy breathing filling the car, while he tried to calm his nerves.
She reached out to his arm, trying to get him to let go of the steering wheel and a low growl echoed in his chest, his face still motionless.
- Ro - she tried again, his grip getting tighter.
- He was yelling at you.
Y/N opened and closed her mouth for a second, her knees lifting on the seat to help her turn and look at him better. Was he angry about that? Was that the reason he had asked about his cousins? He thought...
- It was a little bit my fault - she admitted, snapping her tongue.
Jackson, Jaxson, Jason or whatever his name was, hadn't been nice to yell at her, but she had been a bit of a bitch, she had to admit it. Sitting on a stool for hours talking and finding that those next to you aren't paying attention to you isn't exactly an incentive to stay calm. Especially if that someone then decides to leave without a credible explanation for that behavior.
- He was trying to put his hands on you - Roman added deaf, his tone even angrier than before and Y/N shook her head, even though he wasn't looking at her.
No, he hadn't. He had just gotten closer than he should and maybe, on the other side of the road, from where Roman had swooped in with his car, it might have seemed the opposite, but no, it hadn't happened. Or she would have turned him against the sidewalk before he touched her hair.
- He was just mad cause I didn’t remember his name. - she tried to make him think, but he didn't want to know, he even seemed to get worse.
- I swear ... if he- he complained, his head wandering from side to side, his lips curled.
- ... hey ... im good, im alright... look at me Ro, im good - she quickly called him, her hands stroking his beard on both sides and pulling him towards her.
She saw him reopen his eyes with a still furious look and a small pout of disapproval escaped her along with a sigh. She stroked his face with her thumbs, her nails scratching his jaw in that gesture that seemed to relax him so much. His eyes remained planted on hers as his hands detached from the steering wheel and encircled her waist, creeping under the sweatshirt to hold her. Her fingers stopped, sliding further down his neck and the instant Y/N looked down at his mouth, Roman pulled her against him, lifting her up to sit on top of him.
The car was spacious, but he was a big guy and trying to sit as best she could, Y/N dropped her Balenciaga, Roman's mouth already against her in a hot kiss that threatened to make her out of breath. She felt her hands grab her ass, the boner pressing heavily on her center, the breaths echoing in the cockpit like a continuous roar. He was devouring her, without a plan, without holding back and she liked it more than she should, perhaps because of the tension or the memory of what had happened, she didn't know exactly, but she was already a mess.
They had seen each other practically every day, but they hadn't touched for more than a week and realizing that she had kept count, Y/N was not so surprised that she had missed him.
- I don't have the patience to... remove your clothes r-right now - she heard him warn her, between kisses and with her hands already on his belt, Y/N giggled.
- Considering... we're in a-ah... a parking lot, thanks-fuck! - she gasped, stopping as his hands pushed their way under her dress and two fingers slipped past her lingerie.
She felt him make his way inside her, his teeth biting her neck, the heat of his body almost burning her skin despite being dressed. He pumped in and out, merciless and furious, without waiting, her moods already wetting his palm, flattened against her center to also stimulate her clit at every intrusion. His fingertips caressed her walls, pressed in places where she herself would not have imagined she could have wanted them, and she lowered her head to his shoulder, curling her face against his neck. Roman’s beard tickled her face and from her mouth now came out only disjointed, broken breaths, the warmth mounting and her mind focusing only on him and what he was doing to her. He was in control, needy, his body even seemed to vibrate with tension, looking for a release.
- Rise up babygirl, i need you - Roman pushed her, but his arms had already lifted her.
With her knees pressed to his thighs, the abdomen contracted and short of breath, Y/N whimpered from lack of contact, until Roman stopped fumbling with his pants, releasing his already completely hard manhood. She looked at him with her lip between her teeth and a needy moan left her, as if she had been waiting for that moment all along. His hand rubbed his boner quickly a couple of times and without waiting for instructions, Y/N positioned herself on his lap, letting him slide inside her inch by inch, until it filled her completely.
- Hmm… f-fuck, ah, yes.
- Oh m-my- she closed her eyes, her forehead pressed against his.
Car sex wasn't comfortable, but having hardly any room to maneuver was forcing them closer than necessary and for that she would never stop thanking. She clung to his shoulders with her nails, walls tightening damp around his member one spasm after another, while Y/N tried to get used to having him completely inside her. She was literally sitting on it and her body was begging her to move, but Roman held her still by her hips and she was forced to cling to his hands, hearing him growl at her attempts to escape.
- I'm gonna fuck you so hard... that you forget you ever even m-met that asshole, you hear me babygirl? - he warned her seriously, running his tongue over his lips and Y/N could only respond with a moan as his hips lifted, pushing hard inside her.
She had him almost in her stomach, deeper than she'd ever expected, and her walls were holding him in a vise. He kissed her all along her neck, arms lifting and impaling her mercilessly, at a too frenetic pace from the very beginning. He was stiff inside her, hands gripping beneath her dress, the deep, hoarse moans echoing in her ears in a continuous up and down. He wasn't taking advantage, but a part of him was certainly venting and the idea of being there, at his mercy, was a turned on for Y/N. She indulged in his thrusts without thinking, letting him pump, brand her, and erase everything from her mind beyond the repetitive and overpowering movement of his hard-on. Y/N swayed her hips meeting his thrusts, the wet noise of their bodies mingling with the strangled moans, the air heavy with their breaths. She bit his neck, a kiss and another, until Roman slipped his arm behind her to pull her against him and Y/N stuck her fingers through his dark hair, feeling his forehead pressed against her neck, almost he was concentrating on that one continuous operation. He lifted her up a bit, reversing the movement of the thrusts and then letting her fall back on him, the tip of his cock pounding incessantly against her sweet spot, a satisfied growl accompanying every squeeze of her walls.
- Y-es… you're choking me b-babygirl, yes– he growled, digging his fingers into her hips in what was sure to be a mark the following day.
- R-Ro please… Im… Im-I need
- No. N-Not now, take it! - he stopped her abruptly, pushing her back against the steering wheel.
The new inclination, however minimal, gave Roman a greater range of motion and one of his hands slipped under her, pressing his thumb on her clit and taking from her a moan more like a scream. She was dizzy, about to crumble and honestly did not even understand how she had not yet collapsed against the horn, calling back whoever was guarding the hotel garage. Roman even seemed to increase the pace with each cry of her, as if they gave him the charge to continue and Y/N went back to holding on to his big forearms. Her buttocks slid against her jeans, the dress scratching her legs and her hair that was falling curl after curl, every time Roman grabbed her neck to bring her closer to him for a new sloppy kiss. Her moods by now were dripping everywhere and the sound of Roman's fingers spreading them on her button made her close her eyes, her chest rising and falling in search of an air which was perpetually missing. Careless, she pulled away from the steering wheel, clinging to his neck almost with despair and Roman gripped her against his chest, a hand behind the back of her neck and his lips pressed against her temples.
She felt his shaft throbbing inside her with the spasms of her moist center, pounding her most sensitive spot relentlessly with increasingly disjointed movements and opened her eyes again, begging with her forehead pressed on him. She saw his sweaty face, his muscles tense, sinking inside her, hammering her to the point of no return. He was destroying her and she couldn't, she didn't want to, do anything but stand there in his hands and let him have what he wanted.
Trapped in his press, her body bouncing with every thrust, she felt like she was losing connection with time and space, her mind completely empty and her core burning despite her leaking without restraint. One thrust, another, in a loop interrupted only by the low, husky noise of Roman's moans, she was out of breath and she opened her eyes again, begged him again, her head nodding. She couldn't resist anymore.
- … R-Ro ple-ase… ah! Please!
- G-Give it to me, its mine! Hm, g-give it, to, me, cmon – he conceded in the end and for Y/N it was enough, her body suddenly surrendering to the wave of pleasure that had mounted inside her and crumbled her there, in a parking lot with those lights pulsing behind her eyelids.
Roman continued his run undaunted for another minute, pushing under her with his head bowed, his abs contracted and his fingers pressed to her skin, emptying the last remaining energy and himself into her with a growl that made her body tremble. They were tangled up to each other, Y/N with her head resting on his shoulder and Roman with his chin on her temple, in a silence interrupted only by their breaths that slowly, with difficulty, tried to stabilize. She rubbed her nose against him, exhausted, feeling his hands slowly caress her aching legs and she inhaled deeply, the car smelling of sex. Of him.
- Babygirl… - he called back softly, his voice rough and Y/N lifted her face to give him a quick kiss on the jaw, before collapsing again.
- Im good - she assured, feeling him tighten his grip anyway.
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Raiting: Nope
Warnings: (hit of smut), nonsense, Roman Reigns, errors after errors after errors after errors after errors...
A/N: (The Rock voice) Somebody got an haircut~ and as @2baddies2furious said Y/N is fuckin traumatized by that thing...
She hadn't answered his texts or calls. And it was weird, because she usually always did, but it could happen when you were about to restart a routine like theirs. He had accepted it, he would see her in the arena and for the next few weeks, a few hours wouldn't be a problem. But the problem had come when a few hours had become the whole morning and going to the catering to retrieve something to eat, he had seen her almost skip a table to leave. He'd tried to figure out what was going on, he'd sent another text asking if she needed a ride that night, but again he'd gotten no answer. He had been looking for her all over the arena and every time he had been about to reach her, she had disappeared and Roman was seriously starting to get nervous.
He had taken a few minutes, reflecting on the week they had spent apart, on what they had said, what they had planned. Nothing in particular had happened and he certainly hadn't done anything to deserve that treatment, but he had to understand what was going through inside that little head of her, because it was clear that there was something underneath.
- Are you avoiding me? – he asked without too many preambles, coming up behind her from one of the side entrances to the arena.
He had seen her from the gorilla, as she went to sit in the empty stands, following Naomi's rehearsals. Usually she would have been at ringside with the twins, at the announce table, on the barricade, ringside, but not this time. From there she would have seen him coming before he even reached the ramp and so Roman had taken the long route, rounding corners and climbing ladders as he had done so many times early in his career on the federation's main roster, to catch her by surprise. And he had managed to judge by the small jump Y/N had made at hearing his voice.
He saw her try to stand, her eyes still on the ring and he sat her back, without letting go. She wasn't going to run anywhere there and they'd have plenty of time to sort this out.
- Lemme go – he heard her complain, tugging to get free.
- Y'serious? You run away from me? - he asked again incredulously.
He knew something was wrong and in somekind of way knew it was about him too, but he didn't really believe she was avoiding him or that she would kick just by standing next to him. Y/N wasn't a woman to make a scene, but now she wasn't even fucking looking at his face!
- Roman, lemme go. Cmon.
- No way. Look at me! What happened? Why are you avoiding me? - he insisted, while she huffed, stubbornly watching the simulations from the giant monitor.
- Im not avoiding you, dont be dramatic – she muttered, her mouth wrinkling like a kid.
Dramatic? He wasn't exaggerating, he could have, but he wasn't. He knew how to behave with her, he knew when to insist and when to give her space, but that story had nothing to do with it. It made no sense and he had every reason to ask explanations because as much as Y/N meant otherwise, she was avoiding him.
- So look at me – he pressed her and he saw her biting her lip. - Y/N look at me – he repeated seriously, pulling her a little by her arm and she struggled again, curling up against the arena seat.
- No.
- No? Won't you look at me but everything is fine!
God, why did she have to drive him crazy?
- Its your hair… - she whispered with an exasperated expression and Roman leaned next to her, one eyebrow raised and his brow furrowed. Had she spoken?
- What?
- Its your hair! You've cut your hair! - she snapped annoyed and for a second Roman stared at her not knowing what to say.
She hadn't really said that. Seriously? All cause he cut his hair?!
Suddenly, his nervousness seemed to slip away from him and he let go his grip, running both hands over his face, laughter rumbling in his chest as he tried to recover from the stunt.
Y/N loved his hair. She was always there to watch him when he wet them before matches, to laugh when he trained and some strands ended up out of place, she loved turning them between her fingers when they were in bed together and he had to admit it, feeling her scratch his head had become one of the quickest methods to knock him out or relax him, but this… they were talking about hair, they would grow back and they werent even that short, but she wasn't thinking about it because she was refusing to even turn around.
- And am I the dramatic one? – he chuckled sarcastic, seeing her get impatient and point her eyes annoyed at the empty stands in front of them.
She still insisted on not looking at him and Roman understood by now. He just had to convince her to be good for two seconds.
- I can be as dramatic as i want! Dont tell me what to do and dont-no! Don't dare you Roman! - she stopped him, fighting against his hands that tried to make her turn to look at him in every way.
- Look at me.
- I don't want to! - she fought back, parrying hers in front of her face when he put her on his lap.
- Be a good girl and look at me. No, put down this hands, down… baby girl.
Y/N gave him an annoyed groan, more to vent her frustration than to dissuade him, she knew she could no longer continue that skit and at his last call she finally convinced herself, dropping her arms to peek at him with a grimace. Roman watched her silently, an amused grin tugging at his lips as he felt her finally relax and her eyes studied him more closely. She was so ridiculously serious and if they weren't in the center of the bleachers, with people ringside that could have seen them, he probably would have pulled her over to just take that look off her face in his own way.
- Am I that bad? Whatcha say? - he inquired defiantly, while she held back the smile that wanted to appear on her face, due to his arrogance, with a grimace.
She was terrible and she was trying hard not to let him win even though she had already given in, but it was a lost match now.
- They're a little bit short - she muttered on purpose and Roman nodded seriously, taking a few seconds before looking at her again.
- Long enough for you to pull when I eat your pretty pussy. Your Tribal Chief have been careful, don't worry.
- My what-oh my!
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