Wrestling oneshots

Talk Dirty To Me - Roman Reigns

Roman Reigns.
Dirty talk.
Daddy kink.
This is shameless smut.
Need I say more?
Enjoy.

Walking into the living room I kicked my heels off and rolled my eyes as the door slammed heavily behind me.

"What the hell were you doing Y/N?" Roman spun me angrily and looked down, waiting for his answer.

"Me? I didn't do anything Roman! I was just talking to Seth and Dean, what is your problem?" I stared right back up at him. He let out a dark chuckle.

"No, babe you were flirting with them. You're with me and yet you still went along with their teasing." He raised an eyebrow.

"Roman you're being crazy, nothing like that was happening!" I moved to walk past the Samoan and his hands caught my waist.

"Where do you think you're going?" He challenged.

"Back to the bar with Seth and Dean, at least they'll give me a good time." His grip on my waist tightened. He bent down and brought his face close.

"You're pushing your luck baby girl." I licked my lips.

"So are you going to be the one who shows me a good time then, daddy?" Our breathing was coming out a lot heavier and his eyes were now blown with lust. I squeaked as he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me up the stairs with ease. Any protests I had were silenced with hard smacks against my backside that left me stinging. He set me down facing the bed, standing behind me he buried his face in my neck and moaned.

"God, you always smell so fucking good." His nose skimmed up and he placed small kisses along my jaw. He grabbed at the material of my dress.

"This needs to go baby girl." He pulled the straps down my shoulders and let it pool on the floor. He let out an appreciative noise as his hands traveled my body.

I turned to face him and placed my hands on his still clothed chest. He smirked down at me as my hands shook slightly undoing his shirt buttons. As I got to the last one, he huffed before ripping it and throwing it impatiently. He undoes his trouser buttons and tosses them behind him. I let one hand run along his toned stomach and the other lightly trace his tattoo.

Turning me around to face the bed, he gently nudges me forward so I'm bent at the waist and my hands are fisted the the covers. His large hand caresses my cheeks and I close my eyes. I can feel his hot breath on my neck and it sends shivers down my spine.

"Roman, God Roman I really need you to touch me." He places a kiss at my neck.

"Touch you... Where baby girl?" I feel my cheeks grow hot.

"God, anywhere Roman just please touch me!" He lets out a dark chuckle. His large hands roam down my back and grab my slender waist.

"Patience baby, daddy's gonna take real good care of you."

Flipping me over, my back hits the bed with a soft thud and he hovers over me, one hand coming to rest on the side of my head and one trailing down my stomach. His dark eyes roam my face and my breath hitches. God he is so beautiful. I wrap my legs around his waist, my own hands coming around his neck. I run a hand down the back of his head and pull loose his hair from the bun it was set in.