WWE Imagines

Randy Orton-Blow Off Some Steam

Pairing: Randy Orton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Degradation, Face Fucking, Oral, (Randy Receiving), Protected Sex, Slapping, and Spitting. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,422

Summary: Randy needs to blow off some steam and who's better than you and a closet?

A/N: First time writing for Randy. I'll try to write for him more definitely! Hope You Enjoy!

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You were sitting in the catering with a couple of girl friends talking when the sound of heavy footsteps filled the room.

As you listened to a story Ashley told, she suddenly spotted talking. "What?" You asked, but then you saw all the girls at the table looking shocked and wide eyed. They were all focused on something behind you.

You quickly whipped around and that's when you saw what was making them look like they were. It was Randy and he did look pissed. "I need to talk to you." He breathed out, almost spitting.

You let out a dry chuckle. "Uh no thanks. If you're here to annoy me, find someone else." You responded.

It's not a secret backstage that you and Randy hate each other. From the moment you step foot in the arena, he's coming your way to annoy or piss you off.

You could be having such a great day, you could even win a title, and when Randy comes toward you, your whole mood changes. So seeing him come up to you, demanding you to 'talk' is something you find really funny.

"I said I need to talk. Now." His hand suddenly came to your arm, harshly forcing you up. You let out a squeal, attempting to yell at him. "Hey, what are you, stop!" You said, trying to pull your arm from his hold, but he only tightened it.

He dragged you to an empty closet full of equipment, before locking it. You looked up at him, seeing how angry he looked. "I need you right now, I need to blow off some steam."

Oh, so that's what he wanted to 'talk to you about.' Blowing off some steam for you both means hate fucking. This won't be the first time you've done this.

The first time came when you embarrassed him at a Christmas Party Vince was hosting. That night he took you to his hotel room and he fucked you rough, making sure to let you know how much he hates you.

"Of course you want me to blow you." You teased, rolling your eyes. Randy finally grew annoyed with your teasing. He was serious and you were taking this like it's some sort of joke.

"Listen to me." He angrily said. "I just lost my tag team titles, and Edge just fuckin hit me with a chair and speared me through a table. I'm not playing around when I say I need to blow some steam off, so be a good girl and get on your knees, or leave and I'll find one of your little friends to help me out." You gulped thickly, looking in his eyes.

You did sorta feel bad for him. You didn't even know they lost the tag titles, nor that Edge betrayed him like that.

Without thought you dropped to your knees, pulling at his trunks. Randy finally let out a laugh, seeing how quick you were to pull down his trunks.

You took his cock out, slowly jerking him off. You leaned down placing small kisses on his tip, but Randy only growled, grabbing a fist full of your hair and forcing his cock into your mouth. "I already told you I'm not playing." He grunted out, thrusting his hips forward.

You gagged, putting your hands on his meaty thighs to try to push him away. It was so unexpected. He found a small soft spot, pulling back a little so your jaw wouldn't hurt as much, but his thrusting didn't slow.