wwe imagines

miss boss ➵ drew mcintyre

reader is Drew's boss, and the General Manager of Raw. it bothers Drew that she has so much power him at work, so he makes sure that he reminds her who has the power in the bedroom ...

WARNINGS: hella smut, dom!drew, slight daddy kink, a little choking kink, just very nsfw, kinda angsty
WORD COUNT: 2431

[ based on a lil something i plan on writing after i've finished with my current kyle story ]

***

Drew storms into your office. The loud noise of the door slamming open makes you jump. You look up at the Scottish Warrior and ask, "Can you maybe not storm into my office, please?"

He slams his hands on the desk and asks, "Who's brilliant idea was it to invite Corbin onto Raw and come after me when we are two weeks out from Mania?" His accent is thick with anger and frustration.

You say, "Adam Pierce and I have been talking about how we want to do another brand-to-brand invitational like we occasionally do throughout the year. He told me he would send someone over. I didn't know it would be Corbin."

The Scotsman stares down at you with an intense look in his usually bright blue eyes. "I want him gone, Y/N," he orders.

"Do I need to remind you that I make the decisions around here?" you ask. "He's staying. You're not going to be removed from your title match at Mania next Saturday but you will have a match next Monday against Corbin. Just a normal one-on-one match."

Drew groans with frustration and he says, "As my girlfriend, could ya just please-"

You immediately hold up your hand, cutting him off. "Do not say those next words, Drew," you say, getting very serious. "Just because we have a personal relationship does not mean better opportunities for you. I will get fired and you will probably be back to being a mid-card wrestler. We both agreed at the start that you would not come to me to get title matches or other opportunities because we are dating. Do not abuse our personal relationship to get what you want at work. At work, I'm your boss and not your girlfriend. I call the shots and I say that Corbin stays. End of story."

He blinks at you. You've never talked to him like you just did. You've never talked to him as a boss before because you thought he knew and understood the boundaries. You continue holding your ground, no matter how intensely Drew looks at you.

After a moment of silence, Drew purses his lips and says, "Alright." He nods then turns around, leaving your office quieter than when he arrived. His calmness sends you into a small panic as you get back to work, signing off on some matches for next week's episode of Raw.

***

You go home by yourself after work. You called and texted Drew but he never answered. An Uber picked you up from Tropicana Field in Tampa and drove you to your shared home with Drew in Orlando.

With a sigh, you walk into the house. You kick your heels off and throw your keys in the little bowl by the door. Drew's keys are in the bowl so you assume he's home.

"Drew?" you call. "Baby, where are you?"

A faint "up here" comes from upstairs. You walk slowly up the stairs, exhausted from the long Monday. You stretch out your neck as you walk down the hallway.

You open the door to your bedroom and see Drew laying on the bed in basketball shorts and a cutoff tank top that shows off his arms. You kick the door shut and say, "I'm sorry for how I spoke to you earlier at work. I don't want the fact that I'm your boss to ruin our relationship but I draw the line at you asking me for favors since I have a managerial position at work."