Smut and fluff oneshots about the tribal chief Roman Reigns and other bloodline members. ALL OF MY OCs ARE BLACK WOMEN! (Cross posted on Tumblr, @Acknowledge-Reigns.)
Summary: Lilah decides to be a brat and tease Roman durring a show.
Note: Lilah is a character originally featured in a couple of fics of mine Jealous and 34+35. You do not have to read it to understand this one at all, but you can if you'd like! Face claim for Lilah is Jaylen Barron. Again, Tumblr sees new content first!! If y'all wanna give me a follow over there for early fic releases, fan art and shit posting my username is Acknowledge-Reigns.
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Lilah excitedly took her seat in the front row of the arena, She didn't have a match of her own on the card tonight so she got to participate as a fan and watch Roman do his thing up close. The best part?Roman assumed she'd be watching from backstage as usual. He had no idea she'd be right there in the front row. Some days Lilah just felt like being a brat. Today was one of those days.
Dressed in a sexy outfit that showed off her ample cleavage. A little black dress that hugs her curves just right in all the right places. It wasn't over the top revealing but she knew that tonight she was going to drive him crazy. She paired it with some matching heels and her signature necklace that had the letter J for "Joe" on it. This particular dress was his favorite, and everytime she wore it he just couldn't wait to get her out of it. The anticipation sent a shiver down her spine.
Roman's entrance music blared through the speakers, and the crowd erupted standing to their feet with their one finger in the air to acknowledge him. Lilah's heart raced as she caught a glimpse of him making his way towards the ring. The intensity in his eyes was unmistakable.
Lilah leaned forward, ensuring her curves were on full display, knowing that every movement she made would be etched in Roman's mind. As he stepped into the ring, his gaze locked with hers, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
The match began, and Roman effortlessly dominated his opponent, showcasing his incredible strength and overall greatness. But as the match progressed, Lilah noticed him occasionally breaking character, his eyes wandering towards her, unable to resist her seductive allure. There's a reason they call her "The Succubus".
With each glance, Roman's desire grew more intense. He couldn't help but mimic taking off his belt, a playful gesture that sent a clear message: she was going to get it later. The crowd, unaware of the intimate connection between the two regarded it as part of his performance but Lilah knew and she couldn't help but giggle.
As the match came to a dramatic climax, Roman hit his opponent with a powerful spear before pinning him to the mat. The crowd erupted in excitement and disbelief and the usual range of emotions you see at the end of a match, but Roman's gaze remained fixed on Lilah.
As the show ended, Roman made his way backstage to his locker room where Lilah was supposed to meet him. When she knocked on the door, He opened it and grabbed her hand, pulling inside and towards him with a fierce determination. The raw desire in his eyes was electrifying as he closed the door and locked it.
His grip firm yet gentle. Behind closed doors, the intensity between them both exploded, his hands exploring every inch of her body with an intensity that left her breathless. The raw desire in his eyes mirrored her own.
Roman's kisses were a mixture of tenderness and hunger, his lips trailing down Lilah's neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She couldn't help but gasp and moan with pleasure, amplifying his desire even more. The sound of his deep, husky voice filled the room as he whispered promises of ecstasy in her ear. Every word sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with every passing moment.
With a commanding yet gentle touch, Roman guided her towards the nearest wall, pressing his body against hers. The intensity of his gaze was captivating, as if he could see into the depths of her soul.
He wasted no time in removing her clothes, his hands tracing the curves of her body with reverence. The air crackled with anticipation as he pressed himself against her, his hardness evident through his wrestling gear. "Little fucking tease." Roman growled.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Daddy." Lilah teased playing innocent.
"I'm talking about that slutty little outfit, babygirl. How you knew I was gonna be dying to rip it off of you." Roman stated, his lips found hers once again, the kiss deepening as the desire between them intensified. "Such a naughty girl," Roman said as he softly smiled, tilting her chin up so that he could look into her eyes. "And what does a naughty girl deserve?"
Lilah looked up at him, a blush on her face, a mixture of excitement and fear filling her. "A spanking, Daddy," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. She had been teasing him, and she enjoyed taunting him in a playful way, but she also knew that she deserved to be punished... and it all turned her on even more.
He pulled her over to the bench and over his knee swiftly. "You remember your Safeword, baby?" Roman asked as his hand brushes over her bare ass.
"Pickles" Lilah repeated the safe word.
"Good girl." Roman says.
Roman's hand came down hard on Lilah's bare ass, with a firm and dominant smack that reverberated and echoed throughout the room. Lilah moaned, her body jolted from the sensation. It was like a jolt of electricity running through her body, and she had to fight to keep her breath. She wanted more.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
His hand came down again, and this time, Lilah's body shivered as she took the spanking, soaking in that delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
Lilah feels Roman push her thighs apart exposing her glistening pussy to him. He runs a finger slowly, deliberately through her wetness. His hands wander and his thumb ghosts over her clit. She whimpered, her body begging for more.
"So wet for me." Roman chuckled deeply, bringing his coated fingers up to her lips. Lilah instantly begin to suck them clean, her eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss. She releases his fingers with a slight pop, and feels an unexpected slap on her ass. She yelped from the unexpected smack, her hand instinctively going back to protect her already stinging ass from another blow. Roman easily grips both of her hands in one of his, holding them securely against her back. Lilah felt herself growing more aroused by the second. "Naughty little brat." Roman smirked, "My naughty little brat though." He adds as his hand comes down again. This one not quite as hard, but still leaving a sting and a reddening patch of flesh in it's wake.
"Daddy.." Lilah whimpered needing more. More of his touch, whether it brought with it more pain, pleasure or both. "Fuck me. Please." She begged.
Answering her pleas, he placed her on her hands and knees on the padded bench and positioned himself behind her.
The room filled with the intoxicating scent of passion and the rhythmic sounds of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, skin slapping against skin.
Time seemed to stand still as the night unfolded, with each moment becoming more intense and filled with pleasure. Roman proved himself to be not only a dominant force in the ring but also as usual a master of pleasure behind closed doors.
As the night drew to a close, they both basked in the afterglow, feeling the warmth of his body against hers as he whispered reassuring romantic words to her, telling her how well she did. Lilah smiled. Her front-row distraction had gone even better than planned.
"I wouldn't change this feeling for nothing..." Roman said.
