Warnings: Smut and smut. Also possible spoilers for Roadblock 2016. Also I used only three words of a foreign language, but pretty sure I managed to butcher them. So sorry!
So I was inspired to write this after Roadblock, so there might be some spoilers if you haven’t watched it yet. Also, I promise I am writing another Christmas one shot. It’s nearly finished and it features Sami Zayn! Who definitely deserves some love after roadblock too!
I almost screamed out loud in frustration, as I saw Xavier Woods interfere once again. This entire match had been far too close for my liking. Of course, that also meant that Cesaro and Sheamus still had a chance at the Tag Team Championships. My boyfriend had gone charging out of the gate, right at the beginning of the match and seemed determined not to let the pace up. Still, The New Day hadn’t broken the record for nothing and they weren’t giving anything away.
I don’t think I could take that heart-broken look on Antonio’s face again, if this match didn’t go his way. Shesaro (and you’ll be damned if you think I didn’t pick that up and run with it, the very moment that The New Day came up with it), deserved this victory, but unfortunately just because you deserved something, didn’t automatically guarantee result. Otherwise, (in my humble and admittedly slightly biased opinion), Sheamus and Antonio would have won the tag team championships long ago.
It was with great confusion as I watched, as Sheamus reached to make the tag and I frowned as Antonio pulled his hand back. What was my Swiss Superman up to? I knew that he must have a plan. Sheamus and Antonio may have had their differences in the past but they had (mostly) reconciled all that.
As soon as Cesaro charged forward, I realised the trick. Unfortunately for The New Day’s sake, Kofi didn’t. I cringed as Kofi smashed Antonio into the mat, leaving Sheamus to make the pin in all the confusion.
I could hardly believe it as the referee called the match. My Swiss Superman had made it! He had his championship! I paused as I saw Antonio pull The New Day into a hug, ever the gentleman. A swell of pride filled me at the sight of my boyfriend. Of course, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, as Sheamus snatched both of the championship belts, though Antonio seemed more preoccupied with celebrating with his Cesaro section.
I didn’t have time to do much more, but send off a quick congratulatory text to his phone. After all, I was supposed to be working and even just watching this match on the TV in the back, was technically skiving. I usually tried to be professional, but this time I just couldn’t not watch Antonio’s match, not when I believed in him so much.
For the next two hours, I didn’t even have so much as a chance to sit down, let alone seek out my boyfriend. I wanted to give him a better congratulation than just a text. But my job had to come first, I knew Cesaro understood that and a better congratulation would just have to wait until later.
Of course that was put off even later, as Shesaro were due to appear on Talking Raw, leaving me to catch a ride back to the hotel with my friend Lydia instead. She grinned in amusement as she got behind the wheel, watching me as I pulled up the WWE app on my phone so I could watch Antonio’s interview, tuning in just in time to see the European tour poster being brought up and the fact that he wasn’t even featured on it. I couldn’t help but wince slightly in response. On one hand, I was so proud of him for standing up for himself, on the other hand I could only hope that Vince McMahon and his other bosses weren’t watching. My hopes weren’t particularly high in that regard though. They did have their jobs for a reason after all.
And tag team championships could always be taken away.
Waiting for Antonio in our hotel room, I tried to prep myself for his arrival. I was so excited to see him come walking through that door, with that championship belt that was rightfully his, slung over his shoulder and I could do little more than brush my hair before I paced anxiously across the floor. I ended up pretty much launching myself across the room, once I heard the doorknob turning. I only paused as he entered, metal glinting off his right shoulder.
“That looks even better on you than I thought it would” I mused out loud. Antonio’s eyes were bright with excitement and pride as they locked with mine.
“You really think so?” he commented with a grin, crossing the room in two long strides, swinging me into his arms as he enthusiastically hugged me. I laughed as he swayed me teasingly side to side.
“Mhh-hmm,” I agreed, running my fingertips over the central medal on his championship belt. “I wasn’t too sure that you would get it off Sheamus”.
“I’m not going to let anything stop me now” he laughed, pulling back to take the belt in his hands, examining it for a moment.
“Sorry, I’m so late. Sheamus very much wanted to get me that pint of Guinness” he added, placing his trophy gently to the side before pulling me into him again.
“I had to repeat several times to him, that I had a very, very beautiful lady waiting for me” he told me pressing his forehead to mine.
“Really now? And who may this very, very beautiful lady be?” I replied, wrapping my own arms around his waist. I could feel his hands slip under my t-shirt, gently massaging my back.
“Do I really need to spell it out?” he chuckled. “Or perhaps I should just show you”.
I wriggled out of his grip, wagging my finger at him. “Ah, ah. You were the winner tonight. My treat” I informed, winking as I did so. Antonio just shook his head at me and pulled me to him once again.
“Exactly. So doesn’t that mean we should celebrate the way I want to? Because I already have an idea” he pointed out, effortlessly picking me up with one arm, carrying me towards our bed. My hands gripped automatically at the lapels of his jacket to steady myself, though I knew he would never drop me. After all, I had seen him practically throw fully-grown men across the ring before.
“Care to share?” I questioned, already knowing full well that I was going to enjoy whatever he had planned. I always did. Antonio was undoubtedly the best lover I had ever had.
“There will be plenty of sharing, don’t you worry” he replied as he rested me on the bed, nestling his large body comfortably between my legs. I could see the amusement begin to fade from his eyes as he became more serious, pressing his lips to mine.
My lips fell automatically apart to his, the moment that they made contact. It would be a lie if I said I hadn’t been thinking about this, the moment that he won that championship. My hands gripped at his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric under my fingers. His lips moved smoothly against mine, leaving me to whimper under his intense kiss. Everything about him was always intense. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pressing his lips to the top of my neck now, working his way down and along my jawline.
“I love you” he muttered against my skin, the words causing my breath to catch in my throat. He always said the words with such intensity, there was absolutely no way to deny them and I sighed happily.
“I love you too, Antonio” I told him back, my hands slipping under his jacket, to rub over the muscles of his back through his shirt. I felt him groan in response, said muscles moving slightly under my touch.
“Sore?” I questioned, my hands moving up to his shoulder blades, massaging firmly at the muscles there instead.
“Slightly. But not enough to stop” he murmured. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it onto the chair next to the bed, allowing me more room to work over his shoulders.
“But perhaps keep doing that for a little longer” he mused with a slight smile, before covering my lips with his own again. He kissed me firmly, passionately, as my hands continued to massage small circles into his shoulder muscles. He groaned on occasion, especially when I worked a particularly stubborn knot out. A pressure growing against my hip, alerted me to his growing arousal and I tucked a leg up by his waist, letting his hips fall closer to mine.
Antonio pulled back, his hands reaching for the bottom of my shirt.
“Up we go, darling” he murmured to me, indicating for me to sit up. I lifted my arms up above my head as the material was peeled from my body.
“My very, very beautiful lady” he commented, harking back to his earlier comment. I grinned at his compliment, always so freely given, tugging gently at his shirt collar, before my fingers fell to the buttons. I managed to pull my legs free out from underneath him, crawling to my knees and leaning forward to press kisses to his skin, as more and more of his chest was revealed. I could feel and hear the sharp intake of breath he made, every time my lips made contact with smooth skin.
He in turn, reached for me, one hand pulling my hair gently back from my face, holding it together in messy ponytail at the back of my head. His other hand ran soothingly up and down the length of my back, causing me to tremble slightly at his touch, hands rough only from the hardened calluses that adorned them.
From my vantage point, I could clearly see his hard member straining against the material of his trousers. My hand reached for him, intent on palming the bulge, but Antonio seemed to have ideas different to mine. Without a single spoken word, his gentle and steady strength ensured that I found myself back on my back.
“Not yet darling” he whispered against my bare stomach, the vibrations of his words hitting sensitive skin and causing sparks to shoot to my core, my arousal beginning to turn and grow in my lower body. His fingers reached for the band of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping with the same preciseness that I had come to expect from him. No shaky, fumbling hands for Antonio Cesaro. Every hand movement, every gesture, always precise and firm in their actions, guiding me, pleasuring me.
I wriggled my hips, trying to help him in removing my jeans. I should have known that he didn’t need any help from me, his large hands easily smoothing the material down my legs and away from my body. His body hovered above mine, supporting his weight on his arms, kissing me once more.
My hips automatically bucked as I felt his hand cup my mound through my panties, one index finger pressing the fabric up against my clit, the material scrapping pleasurably against me. Taking the band of them in his teeth, he deliberately pulled them down, keeping eye contact with me. My breaths were deep and shaky, my chest heaving slightly under my bra.
Panties removed and lost to the floor, he returned to his previous position, tilting his head to watch my face closely, watching the pleasure cross my face as his hand once again cupped me. I let out a shaky moan as his fingers played over my clit, tracing a continuous figure of eight over my sensitive nub.
“Antonio…” I moaned, biting down sharply on my bottom lip, a slight taste of something metallic filling my mouth.
“Easy now, sweetheart” he told me, pressing a kiss to my sore lip, his tongue sweeping over the damaged and reddened area. His hand slipped lower, large fingers pressing ever so slightly against my entrance. He continued to tease me for a moment, fingers caressing the inside of me before retreating. My moans seemed louder than usual as his fingers finally entered into me, sliding in deeply.
As he continued to thrust his fingers inside of me, I could feel the glass face of his large watch, pressing up against my clit and I moaned intensely at the cold sensation.
“Just like that” I managed to get out, his fingers never faltering in their pace; his wrist maintaining just the right angle to cause my body to react, my hips bucking as his long fingers curled inside of me, playing me to the best of his abilities as he always did.
Antonio began to shuffle his body down the bed, my whole body shivering in anticipation of what I knew was coming next. Fingers still at work inside of me, I felt his lips latch onto my clit, his free hand steadying my hip, limiting the motion of them, leaving me barely able to buck up against him.
He sucked gently for a moment, tongue pointed and flicking over my most sensitive point, before he began to whisper words in foreign languages against my clit, the vibrations stimulating me. I recognised some of them as endearments, but in all honesty my mind was too distracted by the glorious way he was making me feel, to translate the majority of his words.
“Amor, tesoro, amoureux…” he continued, the languages blending into one as his fingers continued to thrust and curl inside of me, his lips caressing over my clit at every word. My hips were fighting against his tight grip, bucking in reaction to him, every inch of skin seeming to vibrate as my release hit me. My cry filled the room as I continued to shudder under his ministrations, my back arching deeply.
I collapsed back onto the bed as Antonio pulled away, wiping gently at his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see that the cuff of his shirt was slightly damp with my wetness and that sight, for some reason, was quick to stir my body back into action.
My hands smoothed over his shoulders as I slid his shirt off, Antonio almost simultaneously reaching behind me to unclasp my bra.
“This is my favourite” he commented, playing with the lacy cup as he did so, before sliding the garment in question down my arms, releasing me from the confines. He leaned down to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, causing me to gasp once more as his tongue swirled around it.
My own hand reached towards his trousers, palming the bulge through the material, alternating between different pressures. I kept my other hand at the back of his neck, holding him to my breast as his mouth, lips and tongue continued to manipulate my sensitive nipple. He stopped to groan occasionally, as my hand brushed over him in particularly sensitive way, his hips bucking ever so slightly. We continued like this for what must have been a couple of minutes, appreciating the way that my arousal was slowly continuing to build again.
By the time he had pulled away, Antonio was breathing deeply, his lips slightly swollen as he pressed them passionately to mine once again. I could hear him tugging at his belt as we continued to kiss, the signature sound of his zip being pulled, following shortly after.
I pulled back as he began to manoeuvre his trousers down, choosing to arrange myself on the bed, one knee propped up, an arm flung nonchalantly across my stomach, the other on the bed by my head.
“Pretty as a picture” he mused with a smile as he took in the position I was in. He crawled atop of me slowly, taking the time to press a single kiss to my stomach, then one to my chest, followed by another to my neck. My arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders the moment I felt him enter me, filling me in one complete stroke.
My back arched, giving Antonio the opportunity to slip one arm underneath me so he could hold me close tightly. We rocked our hips together, our motions severely limited by how tightly we were holding each other. Neither of us were willing to loosen our grip though, enjoying the closeness and the sense of intensity and intimacy it brought to our love-making. There was something to be said for a slow, steady pace, allowing our arousal to grow at a tantalising pace, just waiting for the right moment to be released.
“I’m so proud of you. It was amazing to watch you out there. Proving to everyone exactly what you’re capable of, proving to them why they should never doubt you” I murmured into his ear, before letting my lips play along the length of his neck, admiring the restrained strength that ran through his entire body.
“My beautiful lady, always believed in me, didn’t she?” he replied, moaning slightly as I nipped at the side of his neck.
“Always” I responded, before running my tongue over the mark I had just left behind, teasing a deeper shade of red to the surface.
He thrusted particularly harder into me as a result of my answer, causing my hips to buck, the burning I felt in my core intensifying. Our hips seemed to be clashing harder against one another and we were forced to let go of our tight grip on the other, as a faster pace began to erupt between us.
“The moment I got my hands on that championship belt, all I could think about was celebrating with you. Sharing the moment with you” he told me, steadying himself on his forearm as the pace became more desperate. His other hand was clutched tightly around my shoulder, anchoring my body to his, preventing me from slipping up the bed at each push of him inside of me.
On my part, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, wanting to feel him even deeper inside of me, if that was even possible. We worked so well together in bed, both of us knowing when we should retreat and when we should push. There was a unity to us as we moved together as one, intent on driving the other to higher pleasures.
“Antonio… Soon” I moaned, my orgasm rapidly approaching, the muscles of my core almost clenching on their own, as my release prepared to take over.
“I’ll be right there with you” he assured me, his thrusts taking on a rougher tone now as he continued to push into me, the pace just as fast but more erratic, both of us losing our sense of rhythm. Yet just another sign of how close we were to our peaks.
I reached my edge first, still sensitive from my previous orgasm. This time I cried out his name, the word falling from my lips repeatedly in breathy gasps, seemingly almost a mantra. Antonio followed not long after me, my clenching muscles pulling him in, pushing him over the edge. He bit back several curse words as he released shot after shot of cum into me, only allowing my name and some endearments to leave his mouth.
He pressed his lips to mine in an open-mouthed kiss, as we both continued to try and catch our breath. He rolled off me, so he could collapse back against the mattress, the combination of anticipation, tonight’s championship match and his release seemingly draining him all at once.
I could see the sense of sleepiness in his eyes, even as he smiled widely at me, his chest rising deeply with each breath. I turned to snuggle up close to him, resting my head on his shoulder.
“My champion” I muttered, pressing a simple kiss to his upper arm. Above my head I could hear him chuckle slightly, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me slightly upwards so that my face was closer to his.
“I love you, y/n” he told me, exhaustion beginning to creep into his voice.
“I love you, too” I replied, watching as my Swiss Superman slowly drifted off to sleep, his steady breathing soothing to my ears. Gently, so as not to disturb him, I reached for the watch still on his wrist, undoing the buckle so I could remove it and place it to the side.
Pulling the covers up around us, I pressed another soft kiss to his arm.
“Goodnight, love” I said, despite knowing that he couldn’t hear it.