WWE Divas Fanfiction

(pervert) Mandy Rose x Reader

"Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two..." you murmur as you are doing pull-ups in the gym. You drop down from the bar and slick back your hair, perspiration dripping off your brow.
You keep on exercising, not realizing a set of sparkling blue eyes were fixated on you. Mandy spies on you, peeking through the door crack as you work-out, blushing to herself.

"(y/n) is so hot..." Mandy says dreamily, twirling her hair, giggling like a maniac. "He must be delicious to kiss," she says, spying on you hungrily.  "I'll make him mine, only mine." she smiles to herself, a small glint of insanity in her eyes.

You sit down, not only resting but also pondering about your next match. Maybe you'll face off against Tommaso Ciampa for the NXT championship, you might head off to a new horizon; RAW or SmackDown would be quite fascinating. Or perhaps you'd find a girl on the current roster and start a relationship; there's quite a few you're interested in. You smile to yourself, contemplating your future. The thought of your fans cheering you on sends a warm feeling throughout your body.

The door creeks open, snapping you back to reality. 

"Hi, (y/n)." Mandy Rose walks into the weight room still in her ring gear.

You turn around, facing a smiling at her.

"Got me off guard there, sweetness." you smile politely, standing up to face her. You are always a gentleman to ladies.

Mandy didn't really smile back, she only stared at you and whispered, "So tell me (y/n), who's the girl you're going to take a fancy in?"

"W-what are you talking about?" you question, genuine confusion flashing across your face.

Mandy slaps you hard, "You know what I'm talking about."

"Mandy, I don't have a clue!" you say back, your voice a little harsh from anger.

Mandy punches you this time, sending you crashing backwards onto the bench. She leans in, "I heard you a few days ago, talking to you friends about how you are interested in finding a girl-"
You give a bitter chuckle, "Is this what this is about?"
Mandy lets out a psychotic giggle of mirth, "Yes, this is about how you are going to be running off with some dumb bitch while your perfect girl is right here."she gets on top of you pushing you down. She gets close to your ear and tells you something quietly. "I watch you exercise your perfect body all the time, I love all your matches, and I even watch you shower and change."
You stare at her, a horrified expression crossing your face. "You perverted piece of trash! H-how did you-"
Mandy jams her fist against you neck, cutting you words off sharply. "How rude for you to say that," she smiles and shakes her head, blonde hair rustling around her pretty face. "I got quite adept at spying on you after learning your schedule, that's all. It's not very complicated one you think about it." as she talks she also pulls out a set of handcuffs, securing you hands to the bench.
"Fuck you! Get off of me, let go!" you shout angrily, struggling against your restraints.
"Don't bother, (y/n), it won't work." Mandy says, an amused tone seeps into her words.
She leans in and kisses you roughly, tongue slipping in your mouth. She sepreates, winking at you.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Mandy gets closer to you, slipping her hand under you shirt.
You feel her finger tips dance across your skin.
"You're so sick." you mutter, trying to ignore her touch.
She smooths her hand over your chest and stomach, "But you like it, don't you?"
"Shut up..." you blush, turning away, only to have her gently turn your head back and kiss you again.
"Alright, I've had my fill." Mandy uncuffs you, "If you want to, we could find a place and talk properly. I leave the choice to you." she winks and struts out of the room, leaving you more than a little confused.