WWE Divas Fanfiction

Carmella x Reader (Valentine's Day Themed)

Author's note: Sorry for the big gaps and delays with publishing my stories. I've been busy lately so stories will come out slower but don't worry, I'll keep going with this book.

(y/n), yawned languidly. Stretching out his lazy muscles as he awakens from his slumber. 

"What happened? Where am I?" he rubs his eyes, glancing around as he does. 

(y/n) feels a warmth by his side and he looked over. A young woman is snuggled next to him, her head resting on his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist, long locks of golden-blond hair are messily spread out against his skin.

Memories of last night and yesterday begin to rush back.

***

(y/n) hucks the bouquet of flowers at the ground angrily, it was a bad idea to try to ask her out on valentines day.

"You look lonely," Carmella laughed as she sat down next to (y/n) noticing him all alone backstage. 

"And you look beloved by all..." (y/n) grumbled, glaring at the mountain of pink and red heart-shaped chocolate boxes and roses in the grasp of Carmella.

"Aw, why so grumpy?" Carmella says, putting down the gifts from her suitors and admirers.

"Got rejected. That's what," he replied, defeated as he turned to look the other way.

Carmella lays her hand on his shoulder, "Hey, it's alright. We all get rejected at some point, right?" 

(y/n) scoffs at the statement, "I don't think you should be the one to say that, Carmella."

Carmella pouts at the affront but it quickly dissolves in a fit of giggles. "Trust me, I've gotten rejected many many times before."

"Then I'm hopeless... You're so talented and pretty, I'm just a nobody." (y/n) sighed as he propped his head against his hand.

"Don't say that,(y/n), you're also talented and pretty." Carmella coughed, correcting her mistake upon realizing she called you 'pretty'. "Heh, I mean handsome..." 

"You're so silly," (y/n) joked as he took the bouquet of flowers and handed them to Carmella. "Here you take them, I have no use for them now anyway."

"No need to be so down. How about I cheer you up a bit. We can go watch a movie and hang out." Carmella extended her dainty hand to you.

"Well, I suppose..." (y/n) replied, "The day can't get any worst, can it?" 

***

(y/n) stopped his car by the beach as the sun set below the horizon, leaving nothing but a small sliver of light. The two of them had just spent an entire day frolicking around, watching movies at the theatre, spending hours of time in an arcade, and so on.

"This place is so nice," Carmella smiled, her hazel eyes glinting in the fading light.

"I enjoy walks along the shore, though work has taken up most of my spare time nowadays."

"Well, the WWE demands much from us don't they?" Carmella said from the passenger seat of (y/n)'s car.

"They certainly do but I enjoy my work." (y/n) replied plainly.

"So do I," Carmella said back.

"It's gonna be dark soon. What do you want to do now?"

"You're choice," Carmella shrugged.

"You wanna come over to my place and check it out?" (y/n) offered, hoping she would say 'yes' as he realized how lonely he actually was after spending a day filled with fun activities with her. He hadn't realized but a part of him wished for this day to not end.

"Alright, if you want me to." Carmella smiled as she leaned back in her car seat.

"Let's go then." 

***

Carmella moans as (y/n) pushed her against his bedroom wall (some romantic red wine does crazy things sometimes). She presses her intoxicating lips against (y/n)'s neck, leaving a spicy trail as she kisses her way down. 

(y/n) sank his hands into her golden tresses of hair and pulled her hot mouth to his. 

"You taste so sweet," (y/n) said as he swept his tongue about her mouth, leaving it wet and glistening with his saliva.

Carmella returns his fervor by stripping off his shirt and her own, leaving a pile of messy fabric on the ground. 

The pair stumbled to (y/n)'s bed and fell upon it, part of it because of their alcohol intoxication and the other part because of fervent passion. 

The night was still young yet already filled with moans of passion and romance.

***

"So that's what happened..." (y/n) smirks to himself as he recalls the heated memories of yesterday. He gently put the covers back on Carmella's figure as rolls out of bed, careful to not wake her. "I should make her some breakfast," he says to himself as he tiptoes downstairs ever so slowly.