Jealous (Damian Priest x Fem. Reader)

''Alright! Now we're gonna do some random questions about yourself. Feel free to answer however you'd like, or you can say ''pass''. Okay?'' Kayla Braxton asked me.

It was a long day of media today, and the second stop of the day was on The Bump.

Being RAW Women's Champion and my boyfriend Damian being the United States Champion, we were lucky enough to be on the show together and so far, we were having a blast.

''Okay! Hit me.'' I smiled at Kayla.

''Favorite color?'' she asked.

''Royal blue.'' I answered quickly.

''Ooh, nice!... Favorite food.''

There I let out a whooshing breath and I could hear Damian chuckling softly next to me and I gave him a playful nudge.

''Shush,'' I giggled. ''Umm- pasta!'' I shrugged, saying the first thing that popped into my head.

''Okaaay... Celebrity crush!'' Kayla said, wriggling her brows at me and at Damian.

She knew she was kinda stirring the pot, but I took it in stride, smirking at Damian before turning back to Kayla.

''Henry Cavill, definitely.'' I nodded.

''Why?'' she asked, smirking back at me.

''Is that part of the questions?'' I shot back.

She shook her and we both burst into laughter.

''He's incredibly dreamy. And his accent, oh my god!'' I replied, comically crossing my eyes.

After that the interview moved along, but I couldn't help but notice that while Kayla and I continued to joke around, Damian wasn't laughing...

After our long media day, Damian and I got back to our hotel to get some sleep before we had to head to the next city.

I forced my tired body to get a hot shower and afterwards, I quickly changed into one of Damian's shirts along with a pair of panties.

With my back nestled comfortably against Damian's firm torso, I reached behind me and lightly pulled on his arm until he snaked it around my waist.

We laid there in comfortable silence, and I was about to start dozing off when his deep voice rumbled in my ear.

''Henry Cavill, huh?'' Damian muttered and I couldn't help letting out a sleepy giggle as I recalled the interview from earlier.

"What? He's great!" I snickered and shrugged.

"No, yeah! I got that. Loud and clear..." Damian replied and his tone made me turn toward him a little.

Even in the dim light I could see that he was trying so hard to seem nonchalant but was failing miserably.

"Damian. Are you jealous?" I asked him in a teasing tone.

My lips spread into a smirk as our eyes met, but it was quickly wiped off my face when Damian brought my back closer to his torso and he wrapped one of his large hands around my throat.

''Why would I be jealous? Tu eres mi muñeca preciosa, nobody else's.'' Damian murmured, his deep voice and his words made me melt into him. (You are my precious doll.)

Automatically, I forgot just how exhausted I was.

My entire body responded to his words and there was nothing I could do about it.

''Or am I wrong?'' Damian asked with a little steel in his tone when I didn't answer.

''No. You're not wrong.'' I mumbled, gulping hard.

''Eso es lo que me encanta escuchar, princesa.'' (That's what I like to hear, princess.)

Damian said, clearly pleased at how I was responding to him, even more as I grinded my ass against the growing bulge in his boxers.

''Tu quiere' este bicho? Is this what you want?'' (You want this dick?) he teased, grinding his hardening cock against my ass.

It took a few more pleas, but eventually I got what I wanted...