Anon request for reader to show Kevin just how sexy he is.
Summary: A day at the beach brings a whole lot of body positivity.
“Hey, where’s Kevin?”
Sami turned to me as he dug a soda out of the cooler between our beach chairs. I tossed my towel down on my chair and slid my oversized t-shirt over my head.
“He said he’d be down in a minute,” I sighed and stretched out on the lounge.
“Sooo, did you talk to him?” Sami grinned at me as he popped his diet coke open.
“Noo,” I mimicked his tone “I didn’t.”
“Oh come on, how long is this gonna go on?” Sami laughed, sliding his sunglasses back over his eyes.
“I don’t know. I’m scared, ok?”
“Why? I’m telling you right now, as his best friend, that he feels exactly the same way.”
“But he still hasn’t said anything to you,” I smirked as I looked over at him.
“Doesn’t have to, I can just tell.”
We both stared ahead at the ocean. It was a nice summer day and the guys having a few days off was the cherry on top.
I spent a lot of time traveling with them on the road with my backstage job, but we never got a lot of quality time outside of an arena or a dimly lit bar or the occasional all-night diners.
Sami had befriended me first. Kevin wasn’t as quick to let people in but over the last seven months I had warmed him into a nice friendship.
Of course, I had stronger feelings. Every time I looked at him, I wanted to be more to him. I wanted to cuddle closer to him when we rode in the back of a rental car or have dinner with him, just the two of us. He made me laugh and made me feel safe. He was an amazing guy. I thought he was incredibly sexy and strong. I would catch myself staring at him far too often.
I was pretty sure he was completely clueless, despite Sami’s insistence to go for it for the last month since he found out.
I hadn’t meant to tell him. I had one too many margaritas when Sami joined me and some of the girls on Cinco de Mayo and I blurted it out when we were the last two left at the table. I wanted to crawl underneath the bright pink tablecloth and die.
“Well, glad you could join us,” Sami looked up behind my chair with a smirk.
“Yeah, sure,” Kevin walked around us and stood there a little nervously. He had on long black swim trunks and a cut off black t-shirt.
“Well, I’m gonna go for another swim,” Sami grinned over at me, getting up and leaving us alone.
“You wanna sit down?” I motioned to Sami’s chair “Or do you wanna swim too?”
“No, no I’m good.”
Kevin sat down and stretched his legs out.
“You need some sunscreen?” I reached into my beach bag “I brought plenty.”
“No, I doubt I’ll be here long,” he shrugged “It's hot.”
“Well, you do have on all black,” I kidded him.
“Yeah,” he nodded absently, pushing his shades higher up on his nose.
I watched him for a few minutes, and I slowly started to realize how uncomfortable he was. Kevin never took off his shirt. Ever.
“Ya know,” I smiled at him “I’m kinda hungry. Do you wanna go get some lunch with me?”
He turned to me and a little smile curved on his lips.
“Yeah, sounds better than this hell hole.”
*******
We went to a sandwich shop with tables that sat outside with a view of the packed beach.
“Oh my gosh, this is so good,” I giggled as I took a bite of my huge turkey sub.
“I was fucking starving,” he agreed as he chewed on his pastrami.
“No more beach for me today,” I laughed and patted my belly with my free hand.
“What do you mean?” he stared at me “You look great.”
“Oh please,” I brushed hair that had fallen from my ponytail behind my ear “I have a belly. How can you miss it?”
“No, you don’t,” he shook his head “You eat, like a normal person.”
“I have a pooch,” I sighed, as I sat back and popped a potato chip in my mouth.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he sat his sandwich down, leaning closer and staring at me sternly “Seriously, don’t say that about yourself.”
“I could say the same to you,” I grabbed my water.
“What?”
“You’re fucking perfect Kevin,” I leaned up across the table.
“Bullshit,” he shook his head and scoffed.
We ate in silence and once we were done and had tossed our trash, I reached out and took his hand.
He looked over at me in surprise.
“Come on,” I smiled at him “We need to talk.”
***********
“Sit down,” I motioned to my hotel bed once we got back to my room.
He looked at me puzzled but did as he was told.
I sat down beside him and turned my body toward him.
“I... I have feelings for you,” I sighed nervously “like, a lot of them...Kevin, I really like you and I am very attracted to you.”
“To me?” he laughed in shock.
“Yes,” I reached out and held his hand again “I’m falling for you and I just wondered if maybe...”
He reached out and took my face in his big hands, and I felt my heart rate accelerate out of control.
“I said you’re fucking perfect,” he said in a lower tone “I meant it.”
We stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, and it felt like neither one of us was breathing.
He kissed me, soft and gentle and fucking perfect. He held my face so carefully, his thumbs lightly brushed my cheeks, his lips taking mine repeatedly.
“I didn’t think you’d want a guy like me,” he whispered when our lips finally parted.
“I want a guy exactly like you,” I smiled at him.
We kissed for a while. He laid me back onto the bed, his hands playing with my damp hair and his mouth finally trailing down my throat. I felt him moan against my neck and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Can I touch you?”
He pulled away at last and looked at me with desire in his eyes.
I nodded shyly, biting on my lip and he kissed me again while his hands trailed down and caressed over my yellow bikini top. Then he moved down to my stomach; his hands lingered there for a few seconds before he pulled back and lowered his head to gently kiss it. He ran his tongue from my stomach all the way back up my throat, achingly slow.
“You’re good at that,” I smiled at him.
“What?” he laughed in a deep voice.
“Touching,” I giggled, kissing him on his ear as he kissed my neck some more.
I slowly reached down to the bottom of his shirt, and I felt him tense up.
“Kevin,” I whispered, guiding his face to look at me “You’re fucking hot...Can I touch you?”
He looked too caught up in the moment to say no. He nodded slowly and allowed me to pull it over his head.
I flipped over on top of him. It was my turn to kiss down his body just as meticulously as he had mine. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently. I looked up at him with every kiss I placed on his chest.
I finally raised up and reached around to untie my top. His larger hands came up to stop me; he slowly untied it himself. He pulled it off and tossed it to the side. He ran his hands around to cup my breasts gently and then slid his hands down my sides.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, reaching up to pull my mouth to his again.
I moved on top of his lap as we kissed, moaning into his mouth and running my hands over his chest.
“I wanna feel you,” I gasped against the side of his neck.
Then, it was like his confidence kicked in and before I knew it, I was underneath him again. I pushed on the waist band of his shorts, and he pulled them the rest of the way off. His fingers untied the sides of my bikini bottom, all the while his eyes stayed locked on mine.
His lips found mine as he pushed inside of me.
He felt so good. I squealed into his mouth and he kissed me harder. His hips knew exactly what to do. I grabbed onto his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to me.
“Fucking perfect,” he groaned against my ear.
He took his time, winding slowly into me. He kissed my shoulders, my neck, my collar bone, nuzzled against my ear and lightly bit it.
I hadn't expected him to be so attentive, but I should have known he would be.
His hips finally picked up speed, slapping hard into me. He moaned so deep and sexy, it didn’t take long until I felt myself coming undone around him.
“Kevin,” I gasped into his shoulder.
His mouth found my throat, sucking on it gently as I tightened around him and ran my nails down his back.
A few more deep thrusts and he pulled out of me, and I felt the warmth of his release on my stomach as he kissed me again.
“I’m falling for you too,” he gasped once he stilled, pulling me against his chest “Did I say that?”
“No,” I giggled “But I had a feeling.”
He kissed the top of my head and wrapped us up in the sheets.
There was a loud knock at the door.
“Hey!” Sami called from the other side of the door “I can’t find Kevin!”
“Don’t worry about him!” Kevin yelled and laughed into my hair.
"Yeah! Everything is perfect!" I smiled up at him.
Currently working on a Cesaro chapter fic and a Baron Corbin chapter fic but since I know those are two niche fandoms now a days, what wrestler are you guys interested in for fan fics? Please let me know in the comments!
Prompt: I saw this on an old, old post of mine and I’m not sure if anyone actually wrote from the prompt, but I was inspired by it. If anyone else wrote it, totally not trying to steal your idea. Please link your story so we can all read it!
Kevin tries to take Sami’s girl away from him while they’re all at a club.
Kevin Owens/Reader (S/F)
It wasn’t often that the roster all got a night off to truly party and have fun together. Maybe twice a year? If that. There was always someone who bailed or refused, but tonight everyone had agreed.
It had been a pretty stressful year. Mania season had just ended, lots of restructuring on the rosters; several stars let go in the last few weeks. Everyone needed a break.
Miami seemed like the perfect backdrop for a night out. The clubs stayed open all night so arriving at 11 pm, was like noon.
I stood in line beside Sami, gripping his hand tightly as Seth worked his magic at the door. He had reserved several tables for the entire night.
“You’re not sleepy are you?” Sami smiled at me, “I know this is usually our bedtime.”
We both laughed and I shook my head.
“No, I’ll be fine,” I squeezed his hand and he winked at me.
He had dressed up really cute. He had on dark blue slacks, a white dress shirt with the sleeves partially rolled up and a matching jacket that I was sure he could wait to take off once we got inside. I had just worn a little black dress. It was hard to stand out in this group of gorgeous women anyway.
I had been dating Sami for a few months and traveled on the road with him when I could since I worked remotely. We had our nightly routine, which admittedly was a little grandma-ish but it was comforting and sweet. We would watch our tv shows together, eat our takeout, talk about our days.
The only problem was that I was a little bored and even confused. I wished sometimes things were a little more exciting and spontaneous. I also wasn’t sure how he felt about me. He had never said he loved me. I was very excited for tonight. It put us in a new element and I was happy to spend it with him and his friends.
“We in or what?”
Kevin Owens peered his head in-between us, smiling as he looked at me. He was dressed in a similar outfit to Sami, just all black. He looked very handsome in it.
“You decided to come after all?” Sami looked happy to see his best friend and put his arm around his shoulders.
“Sure, why not. I’ve got nothing better to do,” Kevin shrugged.
We all started walking into the club, being led to a roped off vip section by two bottle girls. Everyone looked fabulous. Charlotte had on a gold body suit with cut outs, and her hair was all teased up. She noticed me and walked over, pulling me into a hug.
“I’m so glad you came,” she yelled in my ear over the music “You need some fun!”
I did have a grandma reputation at this point I guess. I didn’t get dolled up often, I didn’t drink or party much. Overall, I had gotten used to my quiet little life on the road. Did that mean I didn’t ache for something different? Of course I did. Sami didn’t actually take me out to socialize much. I had befriended Charlotte after seeing her a couple of times and we had exchanged numbers.
We got settled into our booth which was Sami, myself, Kevin, Charlotte, Seth, Jey, and a few others. They immediately put in orders to the waitress, who went around the table.
“Shots of tequila,” Kevin smirked “All around. Make theirs a double.”
He pointed at Sami and I. He slowly started rolling up the sleeves on his shirt.
I brushed my curled hair behind my ear and giggled a little. This was going to be an interesting night.
*
Three double shots of tequila in, and we both were really feeling it. Sami was cracking jokes to the left of me with Seth and they were toasting glasses of some fancy champagne together like they were best friends.
“You having fun?” Kevin leaned toward my right ear, the music was so loud it was hard to think.
“Yes,” I nodded, trying to hide the fact that I felt a little woozy.
“Good,” he pulled back and winked at me “You deserve it!”
“Why’s that?” I leaned over and asked loudly against his ear.
“Because Sami doesn’t take you out and show you off like he should,” he wrapped his arm around the back of the booth behind me, leaning closer.
“Show me off?” I laughed “Why would he do that?”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” he said closer to my ear this time and I could feel his warm breath against my face.
Kevin had been single for a couple years. He and Sami spent a lot of time together both at work and outside of it. I had gotten to know him very well. Sometimes when Sami was late or in a meeting, the two of us would just hang out. Talking to Kevin was easy, he was very attentive to me. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t inspire something in me that Sami didn’t. Kevin knew how to have fun. He was darker than Sami, a little more living on the edge. I liked that about him. Sometimes we’d hold each other’s gaze a little too long. There were a few times when he would hug me hello or goodbye and it felt a little more intimate than it should have. I just brushed it off. Tough guys like him weren’t into girls like me anyway.
“I’m, I’m nothing like these other girls."
I was pressed closer to him than I should have been, but it was loud and I couldn’t really sit up straight at the moment.
Sami was oblivious beside me, still rambling on with Seth.
“And thank God for that,” he said, brushing my hair behind my ear as he did.
We stared at each other for a few seconds and then he broke the gaze, licking the smile off his lips.
*
“Do you wanna dance?” Charlotte asked Jey a few minutes later over the pounding bass and he nodded with a grin, leading her out onto the packed dance floor.
I looked at Sami pleadingly. I really wanted to dance too. He looked less than interested, more caught up in his conversation with Seth and now LA Knight who had joined us.
Kevin watched my face. He was intune with me, far more than my own boyfriend. He knew exactly what I wanted.
“You wanna dance?” Kevin yelled, looking past me at Sami for approval.
“Yeah, go on,” he motioned me with a smile “Go dance with Kevin!”
Why not? He sure was having fun ignoring me and living it up with those two.
I stood up and Kevin took my hand in his big strong one, leading me out into the crowd. I noticed we went to the opposite side of the club, but I just assumed he was looking for an open spot.
We danced for a few minutes. Kevin wasn’t much of a dancer but he smiled as he watched me. I probably looked like an idiot but I was enjoying the music and the company.
“Thank you!” I giggled, leaning up against him “I’m really having a good time!”
Kevin watched me for a few more minutes dancing in front of him and then pulled me to him. His face had went from happy watching me to now stoic and dark.
“He’s an idiot!” Kevin put his hands around my waist, shaking his head.
He pulled me closer, his fingers digging into my lower back. His face was inches from mine.
“He’s got you, in a place like this, and he’s fucking ignoring you.”
He pressed his forehead closer toward mine and ran his hands up my sides.
“I’d kill for what he’s got,” he took his right hand and held my chin in between his fingers.
“Kevin,” I gasped, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“Don’t you want more?” his other hand slid up my leg, toying with the bottom of my dress.
“Like what?” I stared into his eyes.
“A man who wants you with every fucking breath he takes,” he groaned, his hand going under my skirt now and sliding across my thigh “A man who will take you out, give you the things you deserve...take you home and fuck you hard every single night...Soft if you want it...”
“Kevin,” I shook my head.
“Tell me to stop,” he groaned “Tell me to stop and I promise I will.”
The hand holding my chin, moved to grip the side of my face, drawing my mouth centimeters from his.
“He’s your best friend,” I closed my eyes and shook my head softly.
“But you’re you,” he groaned against my ear “Let me take care of you...You’re fucking worth it...please baby, damn it...just be with me.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds. The music pounding and the lights flashing all around us, but it felt like we were the only two people in the room.
“Don’t stop,” I managed to get out before his lips met mine and his calloused hands took hold of my face.
His mouth hungrily found mine again, and again. He moaned, deep and sexy as he broke the kiss and kissed along my neck.
I couldn’t believe he was doing this in the middle of this crowd. Kevin didn’t care. He wanted me and he didn’t care who was watching.
He slowly backed me up into a corner. The walls were vibrating from the music. His mouth still kissed mine passionately, while his hands roamed again underneath the bottom of my dress.
“Is this ok, baby?” he gasped against my ear.
“Yes,” I nodded breathlessly.
"Yeah?" he smirked, nipping at the side of my neck.
He slid one of his thick fingers, then two inside my panties and slowly rubbed them against my pussy. I moaned loudly and his mouth caught mine to silence me. He moved them inside of me, his mouth leaving mine so he could stare into my eyes.
“I’ll handle everything,” he growled “Don’t you worry...”
I fidgeted against him, my mind was spinning, and my body was on fire. This was what I wanted. Kevin was what I wanted. Sami would hate me...wouldn’t he?
“You fucking deserve everything,” he dragged his mouth up the side of my neck.
“Oh my god,” I moaned against his shoulder, biting it through his shirt.
He felt my body contract around his fingers and he chuckled, kissing me again while I rode it out.
“You’re leaving here with me,” he pulled my dress back down and slid his fingers into his mouth.
“Kevin,” I gasped with a little laugh “What are we doing?”
“We’re gonna get another drink and we’re gonna be together,” he held my face.
"Hell yeah!"
We both turned to see Charlotte holding her latest glass of champagne.
"I fully support this!"
She pretended like she was zipping her mouth shut and smiled as she walked away.
We both laughed lightly.
Keving pressed his forehead into mine.
“And fuck anybody who has a god damn word to say about it.”
Still taking fan fiction requests. I'm open to anyone but I'm particularly good at writing Baron Corbin, Cesaro/Antonio, Finn, Seth, Pete Dunne or Sami.
Hi, I’m Jennifer, I write a little and I’m obsessed with wrestlers. I’m also obsessed with sex. So prepare yourself for smutty, wrestling fantasies…Cause, girls just wanna have fun, ya know?
I’m having an absolutely horrendous night. I’ve read all of your stories before but I’m going back through and reading them again because I love the way you write Baron. I love the way you write period!
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Prompt: Cesaro is still in love with reader long after their breakup. (I'm writing Cesaro because we don’t watch AEW around here)
“Oh, and can have the tiramisu as well?”
I shifted into a cross-legged position in the middle of my hotel bed as I ordered room service on the phone.
“Perfect. Thank you so much.”
I hung up and leaned my back against the headboard, letting out a sigh. It had been an incredibly long day. I should be working on some reports for work, sending some emails, being productive, but I didn’t want to do any of those things. I wanted to eat my bolognese pasta and my cesar salad and then drown my stress in that dessert before going to sleep.
I stared mindlessly at the muted tv for a few minutes before I picked up my cellphone. Doom scrolling until dinner sounded like the only good plan.
I clicked on Instagram and glanced through my feed. There were lots of seemingly happy people. I quietly wondered to myself, how many of them actually were? It was a few weeks away from the start of summer, so I was already seeing tons of bikini and beach pictures. That sounded nice, getting away to get a tan and drink cocktails by the pool. That was somebody else’s life, not mine lately.
After choosing to leave my job in talent relations with WWE a year ago, I took an amazing job offer at another company working in marketing. I had considered the move for about a month and finally decided to go for it. I had to get away from the excessive traveling and the grind that went with it. I needed a break from the professional wresting world. If I was perfectly honest with myself, I would have said it was to get away from him.
Antonio Cesaro and I had been an item for almost a year when we had ended things. I was secretly thinking any day he was going to ask me to move in or even more but instead it was the opposite.
We met at a work event. He asked me out that same night and that weekend we had an incredible dinner date together. Cesaro took me to a restaurant I would never be able to afford and let me order anything I wanted without even glancing at the menu. He was charming and funny, and incredibly handsome. I was so struck by his manners and his demeanor. He was unlike any man I had ever dated. We fell in love rather quickly.
When it ended, it ended. We got into an argument about his future and my future. I wanted something more stable; he obviously did not. He wanted to focus on his career; he said I should focus on mine. It seemed like an adult decision, but it didn’t hurt any less. I asked him to reconsider several times, but he said it was best for both of us.
I hadn’t seen him in six months. I hadn’t heard his voice or touched his face or felt his hugs. It still made me sick thinking about it. I had hoped he would reach out, to check on me at the very least but nothing. We still had mutual friends, so I secretly hoped they would pass along the information if he even cared to ask. I inquired about him from time to time. Everyone said he was doing good with little sympathetic smiles on their faces.
A text message on my phone pulled me out of my trance just as I was about to start to spiral.
Hey girl. Looks like we’re in the same city tomorrow night.
It was Charlotte. She was one of my aforementioned friends.
You mean you? Or the roster?
I felt like I might throw up.
Roster...
I was on a work trip and Charlotte knew that. Why hadn’t she mentioned anything before now?
I didn’t even notice until tonight.
It was like she read my mind.
Great! Maybe we can get drinks or something before you leave.
Hope so!
Room service knocked on the door, and I sighed; I wasn’t even hungry anymore.
*
The next afternoon, I decided to leave the hotel for a walk and some coffee before my next meeting. Wearing just jeans and a cropped t-shirt, I stepped out in the lobby from the elevator to see a little group at the reception desk. I recognized several faces inquiring about early check in. I made it pass them unseen and headed for the main door.
Then, there he was.
Antonio.
He was walking in the door. He had a nice duffle bag over his shoulder and was pulling a suitcase behind him. He had on a tight white t-shirt and track pants, clearly had just left a workout. He flipped his sunglasses on top of his head.
I froze. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.
I would swear I couldn’t breathe, but I must have been somehow.
I just stared at him as he glanced around the lobby. I was silently praying I was invisible, but I wasn’t that lucky.
His eyes met mine and a little smile curved on his mouth.
I took a deep breath and walked toward him.
“Hi,” I smiled back at him.
“Hi.”
I could see the happy look in his eyes that I had missed so much.
“Small city,” I laughed.
“I’m not complaining,” he stepped closer to me.
I felt his arms wrap around me in a hug and I silently breathed in as much of his scent as possible. His cologne mixed with the scent of his skin. I felt the warmth of his chest and his arms and I wanted to burst into tears in the middle of the lobby.
I felt his lips plant a kiss on the top of my head. He pulled away, taking all his warmth with him.
“You’re staying here?” he motioned to the elevator.
“Yes, two more nights for work,” I managed to answer.
“Do you have work plans for dinner tonight?”
“No,” I shook my head “But don’t you have work?”
“Late dinner? I know some people,” he tilted his head smirking confidently.
“I’d like that,” I nodded “Um, I’m just going out now to get some coffee.”
“Rooms aren’t ready,” Jey Uso walked over to us “Another hour.”
“Do you want some company?” Cesaro smiled at me.
“Sure.”
We talked the entire walk to the coffee shop. I filled him in on my new job, and he listened attentively.
“How about you? Anything exciting?” I asked over my iced latte a few minutes later as we sat by a big window facing the city street.
“No,” he shook his head, drinking his espresso.
“Nothing?” I kidded him softly “No romances or...”
“No,” he answered flatly as he sat his cup down on the table.
He seemed annoyed at the question.
It was silent for a good fifteen seconds. It was deafening.
“Why did you never call me?”
I blurted it out.
He sighed, sitting back in his seat. He ran his hand over his face and sighed again.
“I wanted to, many, many times.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I wanted you to be able to move on,” he leaned up on his elbows closer to my face “I wanted you to have the life that you wanted.”
“Well, it felt like you didn’t care,” I snipped.
What had started as a warm catch up, was fading quickly as I felt my tears stinging the corners of my eyes. Damn it.
“I did. I still do,” he stared into my eyes “You shouldn’t ever doubt that.”
“Well, you have a funny way of showing it,” I stood up and grabbed my cup off the table.
“Where are you going?”
“I have meetings Antonio,” I felt my whole body shaking and the tears starting to slide down my cheeks.
He stood too and right in front of me.
“Please,” he whispered, “Don’t leave thinking that I forgot about you or about what we shared.”
“I have to go.”
I pushed past him and out onto the sidewalk.
*
Later that night, I was perusing the room service menu again. I hadn’t eaten all day, just coffee.
I hadn’t heard from him, but why would I? He made it very clear that ignoring me was the best way to deal with me.
I was already in my pajamas for the night, which consisted of plaid pants and an oversized t-shirt. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail and my makeup long removed.
Just as I picked up the phone to call in my order, there was a knock on the door.
I walked to it and peered through the keyhole, a little wary. It was almost 11 pm.
It was him.
He was standing there in one of his suits he often wore after a show. His arms were behind his back.
I opened it slowly.
“We had dinner plans,” he looked at me.
“Yes, I know but I thought after today, that meant they were off.”
He pulled his arm from behind his back to reveal he had a bag of In n Out. A big smile spread across his face.
“You hate fast food,” I smirked.
“Yes, but you like this and you don’t have it back home so...Can I come in?”
I moved to let him in and shut the door.
“I want to apologize for earlier,” he sat down in a chair at the desk “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It's ok,” I sank down on the bed “I’m sorry for questioning you like that.”
“You have every right,” he reached out and took my hand “The truth is, I haven’t been completely honest with you.”
“About?”
He stood up and sat down beside me on the bed. He shifted to face me and I did the same. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. Was this good or bad?
“I love you,” he breathed out “And I should have never let you leave. I should have found a way to make it all work. That was a job you wanted, and I wanted you to have it.”
“So, this was all for me to have what I wanted?” I moved closer “You said you wanted to be alone to...”
“I lied,” he raised my hand and kissed it “I thought it was best if I removed myself from your life. You were staying with me, in a job you hated...for me.”
“What I wanted was you,” I shook my head.
“What you wanted was stability and to not sleep in a hotel room every night. Rightfully so...”
“You hurt me,” I whispered, “I missed you so much and I thought you didn’t give a fuck about me anymore.”
“Shh,” he pulled my face toward him with his hands “It was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make...”
“It was a stupid one,” I whispered before his mouth met mine.
He kissed me slowly, softly and hungrily all at once. He ran his fingers up to take down my ponytail and play with my hair.
“You belong with me,” he breathed out as our lips finally parted.
He pulled back, taking off his tie and then I helped unbutton his shirt. We stared into each other’s eyes, as each button was undone slowly. I kissed a trail down his bare chest and his hands grabbed up my hair and drew my mouth back to his hungry one.
His shirt was discarded by the tie on the floor. He got up on all fours, kissing me and moving me back onto the bed. His big hands slid my t shirt over my head and he then licked and kissed a trail from my neck to my stomach and back again. His fingers pulled on my pants as he mouth found mine.
“Stay with me,” he groaned into my ear “We’ll work something out....Please don’t....don’t leave.”
He hovered over me as he pulled off his pants and boxers. He cupped my face and nuzzled against the side of it.
“I need you,” he whispered before he slowly slid inside of me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing his mouth to mine over and over again as he moved inside me slowly. His hips grinding up against me, my hands running down his toned back.
“Fuck me like you missed me,” I gasped against his ear.
He raised up and smiled at me, before snapping his hips into me much harder. I moaned as he moved faster, the sound of our skin against each other getting louder and louder. He held onto the base of my throat lightly, his other hand lifting my leg higher beside him. He trailed kisses down that leg as he thrusted even harder.
“Oh I missed you,” he bit at my calf softly “Every day you were away from me.”
His thrusts were full of longing and desire and pent-up frustration. He felt so good.
I arched my back and moaned his name just as I felt him still inside me. He groaned and shuddered against me before he fell down over me again.
Cesaro rolled over, pulling me with him and up onto his chest. He kissed my forehead and then my lips. I smiled up at him.
“We’ll make it work?” I whispered, slightly out of breath.
“By any means necessary baby....You still need dinner.”
“Dinner?” I sat up and straddled his waist, grinding softly against him.
“Perhaps breakfast,” he laughed and pulled me down underneath him again.
Would anybody be willing to help me out by making a Twitter banner with a couple of pics I have? Anybody who has some good design skills would be amazing and I would write you either a wrestling or the originals short ficlet with any idea you wanted.
Hi, I’m Jennifer, I write a little and I’m obsessed with wrestlers. I’m also obsessed with sex. So prepare yourself for smutty, wrestling fantasies…Cause, girls just wanna have fun, ya know?
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