#// sloppy s*x ftw

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

wild winter | right now; baron corbin [m]

PROMPTS USED:

LOCATION:

–uhh… in an elevator. against a wall.

TYPES OF SEX:

– sloppy dirty sex

– heavy makeout, grinding

– fingering / hand job

– first I Love You ( Baron said it first dawww.)

DIALOGUE & GIF INSPO

– “ You’re already turned on…?”

– gif inspiration for this is [ here ]

WARNINGS: uhh.. unprotected sloppy standing elevator sex. Fingering and handjobs, Baron being a bit of a sweet goofy cheeseball, shh!, bite marks, heavy making out…

PAIRING: Baron & Gemma

[ for more of them read this fake fic title : ditched under the mistletoe… this is somewhere towards the middle of their whole ‘story’ btw. I just haven’t written anything else for them… yet.]

The club was not his scene at all. If it weren’t for the lure that was Gemma dancing, he’d have told her hell to the no, he’d have begged out of this, literally anything. But all she had to do lately was turn on that begging pout and Baron Corbin turned from stone to putty in her hands.

Oh, he’d die a thousand slow and miserable deaths before ever coming close to admitting it to anyone, especially her, but the fact remained.

“Oh come on. Stop pouting and leaning on the wall you giant wallflower.” Gemma’s giggled command drew him from his current state of brooding while nursing a bourbon. He eyed the floor and then her again, leaning in, his hand at her hip to guide her completely against him. “They’re playin the wrong music for me to even consider gettin out there, princess.”

“This song fucks, okay?” Gemma informed him, suck popping a cherry flavored bubble as she dared to tap her foot at him impatiently.

Baron chuckled, shaking his head no and he held firm.. For all of two seconds. When Gemma started to walk her fingers up his chest, he groaned and bit his lip, trying not to react. When she started to rub against him, those hips swaying ever so slightly, staring up at him with the most innocent of smirks the entire time, his hands ventured down, gripping a double handful of her ass and squeezing, bucking himself into her right as she was about to rub against him. Gemma rose to tiptoe, her arm around his neck, fingers tangled lightly in the ends of his hair. “I thought this song was wrong for you to dance to, hm?”

“Well you’re the one who said, and I quote, this song fucks.. And fucking is a good thing, yeah?” Baron’s voice was the perfect velvet rasp against her throat as his mouth ventured boldly down the front of it. It didn’t matter that what he called dancing was more or less Gemma practically draped over his giant frame and standing on his feet to do so or that Baron Corbin had about as much rhythm as Carlton from Fresh Prince and maybe slightly more than Urkel from Family Matters. She lowered her hand, resting it over his heart and he squeezed her ass harder, drawing a squeak from her. “What’s on that chaotic little mind of yours, darlin?” Baron’s stubble grazed against her collarbone and she shivered while biting her lip. Every fucking time… He did this every fucking time he wanted to get out of something. She stared up at him with the vaguest hint of a smirk as she slowly shook her head no.

“Oh, we’re not leaving yet. I know exactly what you’re trying to do here.” Gemma purred, her lips lingering right over his pulse as she breathed in the scent of his cologne and smiled against his skin.

She wanted just one fucking night where he didn’t use sex as a diversion to get out of something he didn’t want to do. Just one.

“Aw, c’mon!” Baron grumbled, pouting because his attempt to get her to agree to leave hadn’t worked this time. Now he was going to have to figure out something else because clearly, she was catching onto him.

“Baron, you’re being a whole ass manchild. Just dance with me.. One more time… Please?”

Baron eyed her, a grumpy expression on his face that quickly turned to a smirk as he formed a plan of his own. Oh, he’d make her wish she’d taken him up on his offer to leave now. She wanted to dance?

Fine, they’d dance.

“Okay darlin.”

Gemma eyed him with a brow raised. She placed the back of her hand against his forehead and shook her head. “Okay, you don’t have a fever… You’re up to something.”

“Hey! I’m not always ‘up to something’ when I agree with you, princess. Sometimes I do it cos…” and he was dangerously close to saying those three words but at the same time, he was determined not to be that guy, the one who fell too hard and too easy and wore his heart on his sleeve. It wasn’t who he felt he was.

But he wanted to say it so bad.

“Because you’re up to something.” Gemma pouted, teasingly poking out her tongue at him as she rested her cheek against his chest and let out a contented sigh. “This feels nice.” her voice was giggly and muffled against the fabric of his tee shirt and Baron cleared his throat. The three words were still there, threatening to burst right out.

If he opened his mouth, he just knew they were coming out.

The thought had him tensing just a little and Gemma felt it the instant he did, raising her head to look up at him. “Everything okay?” with that soft and concerned look in her eyes. The same one that almost had him blurting out his true feelings on live television earlier when she’d pushed her way down to the ring just to make sure he was okay, post match against Roman Reigns. She shook her head. “You have got to stop thinking about shit that happens on the clock, do you hear me? Hey.. Focus, you giant goof.” Gemma was teasing gently, cupping his face in her hands, pulling his mouth against her own, rubbing herself against him. Her general thought process was that maybe if she made him focus his attention on her, then he wouldn’t think about it and get angry or upset all over.

He honestly disliked the whole gimmick but he’d never let that on. He missed the whole Lone Wolf idea he’d started with.

“If this is about that match earlier..” Gemma started, sighing as she shook her head.

“It actually has nothing to do with that.” Baron muttered quietly as his tongue parted her lips and he pulled her up his body so that he wasn’t bending too far and she wasn’t having to stretch herself out so much to kiss. Her legs circled his waist, squeezing and his hands gripped her ass doing the same as Baron deepened the kiss to a point where Gemma was starting to get dizzy from lack of oxygen.

The song continued to play in the background. Gemma whimpered into the kiss when she rubbed herself against him just a little harder and felt how hard he was through his jeans. Her fingertips raked his scalp and she went from mildly turned on to dripping wet as his mouth broke from her own to bite clumsily down her throat.

But she couldn’t just leave it alone.. That look in his eyes and the way he kissed her hard enough and dare say desperately enough to swell her lips and start them bruising when the kiss broke. “Oh? Well something is wrong..” she frowned as she tried to puzzle it out.

“Nothing is wrong.” Baron promised, grumbling lightly because she couldn’t just let it go. Very like her, actually. “Do you wanna dance or not, princess?” he didn’t mean for it to come out so impatient, but it did and he winced. “Sorry, just.. Maybe you’re right. Maybe it is earlier.”

… just say the words, damn…

The thought wouldn’t just be pushed out like usual and it wound up with Baron pulling her into another dizzying and bruising kiss. A step backwards had them sitting on one of the velvet covered couches that lined the wall closest to them and now Gemma was in his lap. She broke the kiss, backing away to look at him a few seconds as if she were contemplating something, but he was pulling her mouth back against his hungrily, his hand venturing up the ultra short hem of the little second skin fitting black tube dress that currently encased her body and showcased her curves and made him want nothing more than to pull her into a private and darkened room and rip it right off her body. One of her stilettos hit the floor with a quiet thud, followed by the other, the fact going unnoticed by both parties. Baron’s hand was now cupping her cunt, squeezing and he sucked in a sharp breath when he realized that she was practically dripping already. It only pushed him forward, his mouth dancing down the side of her neck, his teeth latching on to sensitive skin there and making her shiver all over as he left an even bigger mark on her.

By the end of the night, even if he didn’t say the words.. She was going to be covered in bite marks and handprints and little bruises here and there.. And preferably so damn sore that she didn’t dare ask him if he wanted to go out to another nightclub the next night because she wasn’t going to want to move.

And if he managed that, he’d happily carry her everywhere. Since he secretly enjoyed doing it and he often made up any excuse just to grab her up and put her over his shoulders or slide her up his body and let her wrap herself around him and cling… or scoop her up and carry her like he was carrying her over the threshold.

That last thought caught him by enough surprise that he actually stopped what he was doing and blinked a time or two.

“Baron?” Gemma questioned, her voice soft and panted against his mouth as she tried to take his face in her hands and guide his mouth back to her own. Baron’s hand stopped squeezing and rubbing her cunt and she pouted because at least with him rubbing and squeezing like he had been, she’d been getting some form of friction. When she went to rock herself right over the bulge strained and about to burst through the denim of his jeans, he chuckled and slyly shook her head no, muttering against her ear, “I thought you wanted to dance.”

“I do, but..”

“But?”

Gemma pouted and leaned in, rocking herself back and forth over his lap as his hand ventured up higher, to the waistband of her panties. She felt the second he ripped them away, tugging the torn fabric off her and shoving them into his pocket with a softer version of his usual smug smirk. “But I also want you. There’s just somethin about the way you’re touchin me and stuff right now, I…”

“I know, darlin.” Baron’s mouth buried just above the top of her dress, below her collarbone and as she rocked against him, he bucked himself up into her. “This is the only kind of dancin’ you’re really good at anyway.” Gemma sighed and giggled softly, making Baron give that cocky smirk as he stood.

“We’re leavin.”

“My shoes!”

Baron grumbled but let her hop down long enough to put her shoes back onto her feet and then he was pulling her back up his body all over again, and heading towards the nearest exit out of the club and into the lobby of the building.

His intentions had honestly been to at least attempt getting her upstairs to their room, but between what he was fighting to keep himself from saying and her just… Being the ultimate temptation, he couldn’t just wait a few lousy floors. So, the second they were inside an elevator, he was pushing the brake. Gemma eyed him, giggling.

“Baron?”

“Want you so fuckin much, princess. You don’t know what you do to me, do ya?” he grabbed hold of her hand and guided it down the front of his jeans, bucking against her palm. Gemma swallowed hard, nodding. “I… kind of felt that earlier.”

She got the feeling that Baron was trying to say something else entirely. Something that might just make him uncomfortable. She stared up at him a few seconds, head tilted slightly, gripping the waistband of his jeans as she tugged at the hem of his black tee shirt, tugging that upwards and over his head. Baron plucked it from her hand and placed it over the security camera aimed right at them.

“And I know what I do to you.” Baron muttered huskily as her back met the wall because he was pressing into her so heavily. His hand slipped back up the hem of her little black dress, squeezing her cunt, staring down at her as he breathed heavily. By now she’d gotten her hand into his pants and her hand was circling his cock, pumping long and slow and careful. His fingertip brushed between dripping folds as he nipped at her ear when leaning down “You’re already turned on…? I barely did anything.”

“You’re surprised?” Gemma panted as she rocked her hips against his fingers as they worked her open and buried past the knuckle. “ You’re just good like that.” she gasped, her strokes getting erratic as he added a finger and started to rub at her clit, working his fingers over the circle of nerves.

“I am, huh?”

Gemma bit her lip, staring up at him a second or two. “You don’t need me to tell you that.” she started, but stopped mid sentence, just… watching the look in his eyes. It wasn’t just sheer blind lust tonight like usual… there was something else there, something deeper lurking beneath the surface. Before Gemma could do what she’d been heavily considering, hitting her knees in front of him and tugging down his pants to blow him like she was dying to, Baron had her hand out of his pants and he was shaking his head, biting his lip. He withdrew his own hand from beneath her dress and raised the fingers just buried deep in her pussy to his lips, groaning as they slipped between, his free hand on her chin, fixing it so that she had to watch his reaction to tasting her, a lewd growl slipping out as he lowered his jeans and boxers and tugged her dress up to around her waist, raising her thigh so that it was wrapped around his waist, his hand gripping it there as he drove into her deep and slow, muttering breathlessly against her mouth, “I’m gonna make it up to ya later, princess. Just.. Fuck.. I need you now. So much, baby girl.” Baron’s breathy growl as his mouth crashed against her own had Gemma whimpering as he started to fuck into her a little faster, his hips snapping against her, her hips meeting his eagerly. “Fuck, oh fuck, Baron.. I love it when you get like this.” her head fell back against the wall of the elevator and she gripped his shoulder, digging her nails into his skin as he sank his mouth down onto the opposite side of her neck to the one he’d already left littered with marks.

Before he could stop himself from saying it, it was out. “Fucking love you, Gemma. So much, baby. Fuck. It’s all I can..” he started to thrust deeper and slower to keep himself from coming, groaning at the way it felt to feel the excess juices from her thighs covering his cock, dripping out of her lazily. “Think about lately.”

Gemma gripped him tighter, mouth crashing against his mouth as she muttered back, “I love you too.” a whimper dying on her lips as soon as her saying it back seemed to unleash something in Baron and he was really driving into her hard and deep, his hips smacking against her own at an almost bruising pace as he let his mouth linger over any part of her he could get it on. She guided his mouth back down to hers and her breath caught in her throat as she felt him filling and stretching her even more, bringing her dangerously close to an almost blinding orgasm. Baron felt her tighten around his cock and he growled the command against her lips, “C’mon, princess. Let go… Wanna feel…” as his tongue pushed between them, parting them and dominating her tongue in a slippery and sloppy and biting kiss. Her hands were all over him now and Baron muttered against her mouth, “Ever kissed somebody when you were gettin off? Because I haven’t.. And I wanna try.” his grip on her thigh slipping slightly only to have him correct that and grip it tighter, raising her leg a little bit higher and causing him to bottom out just as her orgasm shattered through and she deepened the kiss, her teeth clenching his bottom lip between as she muttered a quiet, “Don’t stop, fuck.. I wanna be filled up.”

“Oh you do, hmm?” Baron responded, letting her cling to her as he fucked her straight through her orgasm and right into his own, his cock throbbing and filling her up with his release, their juices mixing and dripping as they clung to each other, kissing and biting and trying to come down from it all.

Gemma tugged down her dress and Baron pulled up his jeans, tucking himself back into his pants, buttoning and zipping them and Gemma leaned against him heavily, trying to get herself together, staring up at him intently. He seemed more at ease.

“ I really meant it. Like… i didn’t mean it to come out like that, just…” Baron’s gaze dropped to his biker boots and Gemma took his face in her hands, making him look at her instead. “I know you meant it. I did too, by the way… I hope that means you’re gonna… Carry me?” she asked carefully, watching his lips turn upwards into a smile as he nodded and bent, scooping her up into his arms.

She winced as his arm brushed against her back and he eyed her in concern. “You okay, princess?”

“That rail dug into my back.. It’s whatever, I was not about to ruin the mood, it felt entirely too good to stop.”

“Damn right it did, princess. I’ll look at it when we’re in our room, ‘kay?”

“Okay.” Gemma mumbled as she pressed a gentle kiss against his lips and muttered in a quieter tone, “You’re an actual softie. I like it.”

“Only for you. Everybody else can get fucked, honestly.”  Baron shrugged it off as if it were nothing but honestly, just hearing her say that had him grinning like an idiot on the inside and definitely put him more at ease given what he’d said in the heat of the moment and meant with everything in him….