Wrestling Imagine (Requests are open)

Chris Sabin Imagine

"I think it's time for you to go to bed."

I love my boyfriend. He is an idiot and a goofball, but he is my idiot and goofball. We have spent all day together since he has just came back from a tour with ROH. We stayed in bed until the afternoon, went to the cinema to catch a film, went out for dinner and now we sitting playing Mariokart in our living room, late at night.

"It's not fair! You can't win all the time!" Chris kept beating me and I hated it. I am a very competitive person but Chris is very good at video games.

"What?! It's not my fault you suck." I stuck out my tongue at him before turning my attention back on the game. I was determined to win at least one game, but I had no such luck. Chris bet me for what felt like the 100th time. I sat pouting whilst he celebrated.

"Awwww, come on Y/N, don't be such a sore loser." I playfully glared at him before turning to the clock to see it was 1 o'clock in the morning.

"Well, you man-child, I think it's time for you to go to bed, it's well past your bed time." He turned his back to me and pretended to be in a huff.

"You're just saying that so you don't have to face the embarrassment of me beating you one more time."

"Maybe so," I spoke as I rose from my seat, "but I guess you don't want your prize for winning."

He smirked at me, "And what exactly is my prize?"

I began to walk to our bedroom. "If you come to bed, you'll find out." He caught me from behind at the door.

He leans in and whispers in my ear. "Always a woman who gets what she wants." I turn around in his arms before giving him a sly smile as a response. I kiss his lips before pulling him into the bed room so he can get his prize.