Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Charlotte Flair : Not Your Match pt 2

Smut

Word Count: 2023

You loved the relationship you and Charlotte had cultivated. It was a relationship where you two often fought for dominance in a playful manner.

Charlotte loved that you always challenged her but that didn't mean you were always going to win that challenge. Charlotte it was so cute when you thought you were going to be in control and then she took charge instead.

Tonight you were extra frustrated because you had yet another title match that you were booked to lose. This was maybe your 3rd shot at the title in the past 6 months and you had lost every time. It seemed like the company just didn't believe in you as someone who could carry the title.

The only thing that could make you feel better was your girlfriend. So as soon as you got backstage you rushed to find her. When you did you wasted no time smashing your lips against hers.

" We're going home"

She didn't say anything as you dragged her out of the arena. Luckily today's show was in the city that you lived in. That meant no hotels, no other performers, just you and Charlotte in your house. You sped all the way there not bothering to let your foot off of the gas.

Charlotte wasn't worried at all. In fact she was turned on by your actions. She could see all of the pent up aggression you were ready to let out and she couldn't wait to dominate you.

When you pulled into your driveway you got out the car slamming the door behind you. You basically stormed through your home until you made it to the bedroom. You didn't wait for your girlfriend knowing that she'd follow you.

Piece by piece you ripped your clothing from your body until you were naked. Then you sat with your legs dangling off of the side of the bed waiting for your girlfriend.

When she entered the room your eyes locked on hers. You saw her shamelessly drink in your figure. She made her way over to you dropping onto her knees. Her hands rested on your bare thighs and she was looking up at you.

" Talk to me baby," you felt your body physically decompress at her words.

" They don't think I can be champion. I've worked my ass off for years to get to this point and now they're fucking with me. I've had so many opportunities but not one fucking title. I'm tired Charlotte."

Your instinct was to hang your head after the statement but Charlotte placed a finger under your chin forcing you to look into her eyes.

" You'll get the title baby, trust me. They're testing you. This is the making of your underdog story. It happened to Bayley, it happened to Sasha, and it happened to Becky too. Look where they are now. It sucks right now but when your time comes you'll be a legend"

At the end of her speech Charlotte leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You wanted more from the blonde woman. You motioned her onto your lap without breaking the kiss. She straddled your lap and you pressed your body against hers.

Charlotte was still fully clothed and it was driving you insane. Instead of stopping the kiss to remove her shirt you grabbed the fabric and tore it off of her.

At the feeling of being shirtless all of sudden Charlotte pulled away from the kiss. She went to speak but you grabbed her jaw forcing her to kiss you again. She grunted against your lips before shoving you back down onto the bed.

" I really liked that shirt, Y/n"

" And I really like it off"

Charlotte hummed before removing herself from your lap. She peered at you as she slowly pulled her pants off. Now she stood at the edge of the bed in her panties and bra.