Your mine.
pairing: Roman Reigns x reader.
warnings: smut minors dni 18+
plot: y/n has been getting close with Damien priest and her toxic ex/boyfriend(it's complicated) doesn't like that at all.
disclaimer: this is my first fic so bare with me lmaaooaoa
"no way you said that" I gasped.
talking to Damien Priest is always unpredictable right now he's telling me the story of the bar fight he got into last night.
"I swear" he laughs.
"so then what happened?" I laugh.
"so he stands up and-" he stops and looks over my shoulder.
I turn around and see Jimmy walking towards us.
"hey, sis.....priest" Jimmy puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead before mugging Damien.
"hi Jon" I smile and hug him.
"Roman wants to see you in his locker room" he whispers in my ear.
"right now?" I question.
"yes right now" he mocks me.
"well he's gonna have to wait, Priest is telling me a story" I roll my eyes and turn back towards Damien.
"It's okay go, I'll tell you the story later" he smiles.
"Are you sure?" I question.
"yeah, yeah I'll see you later anyways" he nudges my shoulder.
"Okay, I'll see you tonight." I smile.
we start walking towards Romans locker room and I already know I'm in trouble I've been pissing him off for 2 weeks I blocked him on everything, I've been going out after every show, I've been posting revealing photos because I know he's watching some how and I've been avoiding him but he deserves it after the shit he pulled.
"what y'all got a date or something?" he lifts one brow.
"Don't worry about it nosey" I walk faster.
"Roman ain't gonna like the fact that his girl going on a date" he catches up and shakes his head.
"I stopped being his girl a while ago and you better not tell him because I know you told him I was with priest yesterday" I smack his arm.
"I ain't say shit" he sucks his teeth and rubs his arm.
"you didn't tell him?" i tilt my head.
"hell nah I ain't tell him" he says obviously lying.
"then who told him?" i question.
"oh shit we're already here" he pushes me into the locker room and closes the door.
"Jon-" I yell.
roman looks up from his phone and I can see in his eyes I'm in huge trouble.
"Wise man, leave us" he says still staring into my soul.
"yes sir" Paul basically runs out of the locker room.
"pussy" I mumble.
"I heard you've been real friendly lately"
"I heard you've been in my business" I reply smartly.
"you are my business" he stands up.
"I haven't been your business since you decided getting your dick wet was worth our relationship" I roll my eyes.
"how many times do I have to tell you I didn't fuck her shes lying" he raises his voice.
"even if you didn't you still gave her the idea that she could" I yell.
"I told you this before that wasn't my intention you know your the only one that gets my dick wet" he smirks and put his hands on my waist.
"Whatever" I try not to smile.
"You been giving my pussy to Priest?"
"This is not your pussy anymore so it's none of your business if I have"
"Don't fucking play with me, You've been giving my pussy away?" he grabs me by the neck.
i smile.
"you smiling?".
"I guess Damien just has that effect on me" I test him.
"oh yeah" he puts his hand in my gear.
"mhm" I moan when he starts to play with my overly sensitive clit that missed him so much.
"Damien makes your pussy this wet?" he rubs his nose on my cheek.
"ah...uhuh" I chuckle.
"get on your fucking knees," he says obviously done with my antics.
"or what" I push a little more.
"don't be a fucking brat you already in trouble, I said get on your fucking knees" he grabs my hair, pulling Me Down to my knees.
testing his patience is my favorite thing to do.
"take it out" he says sternly with no room for arguments.
I untie the drawstring on his sweatpants and pull them down with his boxers, his dick springs out begging for attention that I'm not ready to give him just yet so I sit there and I stare.
"I'm really not in the mood for your fucking games you know what to do stop fucking playing with me or you won't cum for a week test me if you want to" he grabs me by the hair and lifts my head so I'm looking right at him.
"threats?" i ask mischievously.
"promises, baby girl, promises now be a good girl and open up that pretty mouth of yours" he taps my face.
I kiss his tip then I open my mouth and take him as deep as I can tasting his sweet pre-cum on my tongue.
"that's it, just like that" he groans.
I take it out of my mouth and stroke him so I can catch my breath.
"stop playing with it, you know better" he grabs my hair again he loves grabbing my hair and I love it even more.
I take him back into my mouth and he wastes no time fucking my throat aggressively not letting me up for air.
"you think he can fill your throat like this? huh?"
i look up at him with my glossy eyes begging him to slow down.
"oh please you know your enjoying this you love getting me this angry don't you?"
i moan.
"oh shit, fuck i'm gonna cum fuck" he moans before cumming in my mouth.
i look into his eyes before swallowing his cum.
"good girl" he kisses me.
i smile at him.
"my turn?" I look at him begging for a release but I know he's not gonna let me cum because he's a fucking psycho.
"don't look at me like that you know your not cumming after the shit you been pulling for two weeks." he dismisses my plea wiping my face with a warm towel.
"wha- that's no fair" I gasp.
"oh its not fair?" he grabs my titty.
"no stop don't touch me if your not gonna let me cum" I push him away.
"mhm I'll handle that attitude later but for right now clean yourself up you have a match in 20 and after that tell priest its over" he smacks my ass.
"it never started we're just friends" I laugh.
"better be, you're mine" he grabs me by the neck and kisses me before I walk into his private bathroom to get ready.
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