Wrestling ONE SHOTS and IMAGINES

59 Roman Reigns

As soon as the first sounds of my alarm were heard, I had already turned it off. I had the hope that Roman had not heard it. I quickly glanced in his direction and was satisfied to see that he was still asleep. His relaxed face and deep, even breaths indicated that he had not heard anything.

Very, very carefully I got out of bed, grabbed my laid out outfit and tiptoed into the bathroom. Once there, I freshened up for the day. Then I went to the kitchen to write Roman a note to let him know where I had disappeared to so early in the morning.

When I was done with that, I went to the front door, grabbed my shoes and purse, and unlocked the door as quietly as I could.

"Good morning, baby! Where are you going?" asked Roman who suddenly stood behind me.

I flinched in shock and spun around. The sight that presented itself to me was really to die for. Roman was standing there in just his sweatpants and his long hair was hanging over his strong shoulders.

I swallowed to drive the thoughts I had out of my head and to concentrate on my actual goal.

"Oh... Um. I have some errands to run, you know. Pick up stuff from the dry cleaners and I have to go to the pharmacy and stuff. Go back to bed, babe. It's still early." said I, turning to leave.

"Right, Y/N. It's still early. And none of the stores are open yet. But believe me, I know what this is really about. You don't feel like celebrating your birthday. Am I right?" he asked, smirking. His dark eyes looked at me intently and I knew that he had seen right through me.

"You're damn right. I don't want to. So... Bye." I grumbled annoyed and tried to escape again.

This time he grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him swiftly.

"You're not going anywhere, baby girl. Happy birthday!" he said, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"Eww, don't say that!" I scolded.

"What is it with you and birthdays?" Roman wanted to know.

"I don't have a problem with birthdays, I just don't like mine. I mean, I didn't do anything. If anyone should be celebrated on that day it's my mother. After all, she did all the work," I explained to him.

"You're right about the mothers doing all the work, but that doesn't change the fact that it's the day the world changed. On that day, the world went from a world without Y/N L/N to a world with her. There is only one of you. And that is very special. You are one of a kind. So let's celebrate," Roman said, looking deep into my eyes.

Even if what he said was true and also beautiful, I was not convinced. And judging by his look, he knew that very well.

Before I knew what was happening, Roman had leaned over and just tossed me over his shoulder and headed toward the bedroom.

"My God, Roman. What are you doing? Put me down!" I yelled, repeatedly slapping him on the back.

In response, he just slapped me on the butt and kept walking.

"Stop acting like a brat and stop moving around." he laughed.

Once in the bedroom, he pulled me off his shoulder. But as soon as I got back on my feet, Roman pushed me down on the bed. Only a second later he was hovering over me. He rested his arms next to my head. Escaping, if I had wanted to, was impossible. 

With a seductive growl, he pressed his lips to mine and then pushed his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced with each other while our hot breath mixed together.

"Let me show you the best way to celebrate a birthday, baby." he murmured as his full lips worked their way down my neck. He sucked and nibbled on my spot, erasing any sort of protest I might have.

I let my hands slide over the smooth skin of his back. Already I was gasping for air and my head was swimming with arousal. Everywhere his hands, fingertips and lips touched me, my skin felt like it was on fire.

For hours we enjoyed our closeness to each other. Again and again our bodies found each other as we rolled on the sheets.

I loved to feel how strong Roman was. How his muscles contracted under my fingers. With his strength he could have easily hurt me and yet he was the perfect mix between rough and gentle, sensual and naughty.

Our hips moved in perfect harmony, faster and faster. In alternating positions, until we finally lay on the bed, sweaty and completely exhausted, entwined with each other, trying to calm our heartbeat.

"Wow..." I breathed after catching my breath to some extent.

"Well, I hope I've given you something to look forward to for your birthday," Roman said softly, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face.

"Oh believe me, if I get this every year for my birthday, you'll never hear me complain again." I assured him as my eyes grew heavy and I snuggled contentedly against his strong defined chest.

"I think that can be arranged, birthday girl!" he said and I heard the smile in his voice as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!" he whispered.

"Thank you, Roman. Love you." I murmured before settling into a relaxed sleep.

The last thought I had was that I couldn't wait for my next birthday.

Published March 21, 2021