I Need You
Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader
GIF Credit: ^^
Warnings: Smut, fluff, and swears
A/N: I’m combining two requests, both from anons: “love your one shots ♥ could you do a Baron Corbin one? maybe make him show a softer side with his girl. something fluffy / smutty would be perfect and I’ll love you forever ♥” and “Baron Corbin smut/fluff please” This imagine is heavily inspired by Something Wrong by @wwe-smutfics and Talking Body by @violencewrites! Please go check out their work it’s all fantastic.
“Ah fuck! Jesus don’t st-…” your words trailed off into unintelligible moans of ecstasy. You tried in vain to wriggle your wrists out from under his massive hand, trying to grip his shoulders, to grab something. Baron leaned forward, his sweaty chest pressed against your back, and bit your neck painfully.
“Do you like my cock you little slut?” his deep voice only made your orgasm more intense.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” you screamed. He turned you around so you were facing him and shoved you to your knees.
“Then fucking suck it,” he growled. You did as you were told. Taking him in your mouth, you wasted no time in going as far down as you could in the first pass. He grabbed your hair and pushed you forward more. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he hit your gag reflex over and over again. He put a hand on the wall behind you, his voice growing hoarse and raspy as he got closer to his orgasm. “Fuck!” Your nails dug into his thighs as he shoved himself deeper into you, his come shooting down your throat. You sucked every last drop of him, it burned so badly that more tears came to your eyes. He pulled out of you, slowly, groaning at the long string of spit and come hanging from your lips. Turning, he grabbed his pants and pulled them on, then his shirt. This is how it was. You and Baron had a “friends with benefits” relationship. It was actually more like a “benefits” relationship. Using the word ‘friend’ implies that you two actually speak to each other outside your sex lives. The sex between you two was completely ‘no strings attached’…or that was how it was suppose to be. Recently, you have been trying to make your sexual escapades with him last longer. There was something about him, something so alluring. Every time he would leave you on your knees, sore and most likely having tears rolling down your cheeks, you just wanted him back. You wanted him to come back and hug you, to hold you and kiss you. He yanked on his shirt and turned to leave but faltered, his hand on the doorknob. Then he turned around and strode over to you, his hands grabbing your forearms to pull you up. He quickly brushed his lips over yours, then walked back out of the room. He never kisses you. To him, you were nothing more that a sex toy. Something that would always be there after matches to relieve stress. Did you mind being like this to him? At first, no. Who were you to say no to sex whenever you wanted? But now, it’s getting harder and harder to accept the fact that that’s all you’ll ever be to him. Why did he kiss you then? You brushed away the tears on your cheeks, not all of them were from sucking off Baron, and walked over to your discarded clothes.