Baron Corbin was far too tall, too scary. You were timid and small, eternally grateful for the fact that you would never have to share a vehicle or room with The Lone Wolf.
That is until you found yourself in a hotel hallway at one in the morning, Corbin making a beeline for the same door you were standing in front of. "Oh." was all you managed to get out, looking up and up and up at him.
"Room with you? Thank fuck. You won't be up partying until fuck o' clock." he groaned in...relief?
"I'm so sorry. They normally put me with Carmella." you apologized as he slid his keycard and opened the door.
Baron turned towards you, the motion making you flinch. He raised an eyebrow. "You don't need to be sorry, little one. You haven't done anything wrong. Carm asked me to swap for the week. Something about hanging out with her man."
Little one?
"I-I'll be quiet, I promise."
His teeth looked terrifyingly predatory when he smiled at you. "It was a joke. Normally they saddle me with Mojo, and damn near anyone is quieter than the Hype Train. You're fine."
You slept poorly the first night, overly aware of your different roomie. Baron's large frame hung off the second twin bed. He didn't snore, at least. But he mumbled in his sleep. Tossed and turned a fair bit as well. Even with the A/C cranked it was hot in the room and both of you had blankets on the floor at the end of the night.
"Maybe we should leave the windows open instead?" Baron suggested wryly over the continental breakfast sampler that you'd smuggled back to the room. You were so used to you and Carmella eating breakfast half-in/half-out of bed that your sleep-deprived brain hadn't thought twice about grabbing the extra portion.
Though it was a little small for someone Baron's size.
He'd met you at the door upon your return, running a hand through sleep-mussed hair. You never had the chance to study his tattoos before (or the bravery for that matter). The colored ink on his chest and arm was brilliant even in the hallway light, patterns mesmerizing your tired mind. He seemed surprised that you'd brought up breakfast, chuckling when you'd hesitantly explained your lazy ritual with Carmella or "Carm" as he called her.
"You guys just enjoy it in the room eh? Yeah, I can see where Enzo and Carm might be a little much for someone like you in the morning." Corbin teased, spearing one of your blueberries with his fork. "Not to mention Cass, every inch of seven feet. You're what, pushing five two?"
"I'm five even, maybe..." you mumbled into your muffin.
A huge hand carefully cupped your chin and tilted your face up towards Corbin's. "My hearing isn't so good, little one. If you want me to hear something, it's a good idea to look at me while saying it." His grin was less terrifying this time. "Even if it's mean. I don't mind."
"I wouldn't say anything-!" you began to protest but stopped when he started laughing.
Baron Corbin, laughing.
"I know you wouldn't, little one. You're not an asshole. Mojo isn't prone to talking quiet, so I'm not used to having to listen too hard y'know?" he explained. "I'll do my best. Just try not to get frustrated by my constant state of 'what?'"
"Of course, I didn't...I wasn't trying to be rude. I'm sorry." You fiddled with the remains of your muffin, surprised when Baron sighed heavily.
"Little one I ain't a dick, I promise. I know I'm a scary, beast-size motherfucker. I mean, there isn't shit I can do about it, but if there's anything I can do to make this week easier for you I'm all ears." Baron said bluntly.
"I was actually worried about...well. W-would you be more comfortable if we pushed the beds together? I know it doesn't make them longer but..." you trailed off at the grateful look on his face.
"I didn't wanna' make you do something you didn't want to do. I am all kinds of onboard with that, little one. My word as a tattooed gentleman that I'll keep my hands to myself."
Oh god, you hadn't even thought about that! What if something happens? What if...
You hushed your panicked thoughts with a firm nod, polishing off your muffin while Baron practically beamed with delight.
...
This is...kind of exciting, you admitted to yourself as you set up the box fan on one side of the bed and turned the A/C to max. You had gone out and splurged on a fan and some extremely soft king-sized sheets after your workout and training for the day, knowing that Baron would appreciate being comfortable far more than you ever could.
You were already showered and in bed by the time he came in, giving him a shy wave when he entered. "I showered at the venue, I promise." Corbin said, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a groan and starting to fight with his boots.
"H-how...um. How did it go?" you asked, your voice growing firmer as you finished your question.
Baron groaned again, rolling his shoulders. "I'm just sore as a bitch. I'll be alright in the morning. Match was a tie, so no closure as well. Sucks." His hand brushed the sheet beside the comforter, and he grabbed a handful of it. "Oh god sweet tits that is fucking heaven." Corbin damn near growled (rubbing his nose against the sheet?). "I'd make a fucking den out of these, little one. In a heartbeat. Front desk give you 'em?"
"I um...I went out and b-bought them. Y'know, you fill the gap in the beds with rolled towels then use a king size sheet. Works great." you answered hesitantly. You'd expected him to quietly appreciate the sheets, maybe offer a 'thanks'. Not uh. A den suggestion.
Briefly you wondered if there was more wolf to that whole 'Lone Wolf' thing than he let on.
"You're a goddamn saint. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Corbin ordered, sliding beneath the covers next to you.
The extra fan did it. You slept through the night, lulled by the white noise of the room. True to his word Baron kept his hands to himself and you woke up feeling much, much better. Not to mention braver.
You rolled onto your stomach, shooting a look at the still-slumbering Baron. He was sprawled close to diagonal across the beds, the flat sheet wrapped around him. The den comment came back to you (as well as the noises he'd made) and you flushed, taking the moment to actually look at Corbin. Study him a bit closer.
You decided after several tense seconds that maybe...maybe he wasn't so scary after all. His face was nice when he smiled; his eyes lit up and it just seemed like all his edges softened.
You raised a hand, tracing his chest piece in the air in front of your eyes. Fingers and mind followed all the sharp turns of the cage and curves of the heart.
"It took so long for my guy to do it." Baron's deep voice interrupted your childish daydream and you squeaked, dropping your hand and jerking back. "It was close to seven hours of work. Had to be perfect, y'know little one?" he continued, seeming to not notice your surprise. "Can touch it if you'd like. Some days I forget it's there."
Oh you'd like very much.
Your hand reached back out cautiously, touching his collarbone. "Does...did it hurt? When you got it?" you asked, hoping to distract him from how hard your hand was shaking because yep he's attractive and I'm touching him holy fuck.
"That's half the fun." Baron grinned sleepily, teasingly snapping his teeth at your hand after he finished speaking. "When you see the ink punching into you...it looks like you're bleeding color. It's a fucking sight to see, little one."
"C-can I...if you get another one can I come along?"
Whoa girl! Down! you scolded mentally, horrified that the words had come out of your mouth. I sound like a total creep!
But no, he was smiling still. He clearly wasn't offended. "Sure thing, little one. Just try not to pass out. I know this shit ain't for everyone."
The burst of laughter that came from him after your flustered statement of I am not squeamish, Baron Corbin! was well worth the embarrassment of the morning.
Corbin volunteered to make the breakfast run, apparently liking your routine as he mumbled something about pack needs food before he left, and you were left alone with your thoughts while you picked out your workout clothes and made the bed.
It's unfortunate that I enjoy his company so much. He's so different than what I pictured.
You felt a little pang when you realized you only had five more nights with him.
Maybe...maybe we'll even...
You pushed your face into his pillow and hugged it close. Best not to think about what I'll never have.
…
The nights went too fast. On the fifth morning you woke up, tangled in his arms, and got an almost frantic-sounding apology from the large man as he scrambled from the bed to go work out.
On the last night, you acted.
Baron was fit to be tied when he got back from his match, unshowered and wide awake and furious. Your heart sank more and more as he snarled and blustered, until finally in a burst of courage you laced your arms beneath his ribs and just silently held him.
Corbin buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply and giving you goosebumps. "I promised I wouldn't touch you." he finally said gruffly. "Can't even do that right. And now I'm getting all this grubby ring shit on you. Not fair to you, little one."
You made a snap decision and lifted your head so he could hear you easier. "Shower off and I'll rub your back? You seem l-like you could use it." Inwardly you were incredibly proud of yourself for your bare minimum of stammering.
Both his eyebrows went up and he stared at you for a second. "Uh. Really?" Baron seemed to have been shocked clean out of his anger.
You nodded determinedly. "Yeah! I know I can do it, I did it for Carmella a few times."
"Little one I've got a bit more surface area than Carm will ever have, but fuck if I'm going to turn down a back rub. Give me ten minutes?"
Nine minutes and thirty seconds later Baron laid himself out on the bed, getting comfortable. You figured it would be best for your panic-prone self if you approached this calmly and methodically, like a puzzle to solve. You cracked your knuckles and then quickly climbed up beside him. "Is your lower back too sore for me to straddle? Normally I sit on Carmella's butt, but since you're so tall..." you trailed off when he jerked his head to the side.
"Hop up wherever little one. I doubt your weight is going to be the thing that breaks me."
With that, you planted your knees on either side of his torso and got to work.
What did they do to him tonight? He was tight as a drum across his shoulderblades, groaning when you pressed your thumbs to the base of his neck and began kneading. A few times you had to stop and carefully gather his wet hair out of the way so you could work on his shoulders.
"Little one you're fucking killing me." Corbin moaned out while you worked over his lower back. You blushed at the unbridled pleasure in his voice, glad that you were helping him relax. His fingers clenched into the sheets when you carefully wiggled his boxer briefs down just a smidge to reach that last trouble spot over his pelvis.
"Okay? Not hurting?" you asked quietly, tapping his hand when he didn't answer. The eyes that met yours were lazy and hungry, and Corbin licked his lips after a minute.
"Mmmmgood." he slurred with a thumbs-up, burying his face in the sheet when you continued with the back of his pelvis. "Uhhhh god."
He arched his back underneath you suddenly and you clung to him, giggling. You hadn't felt this brave, this at ease in months.
Corbin complained, "Party's over? I was just getting started," throwing you a slow wink over his shoulder when you climbed off.
"Sorry! I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with." you explained, holding up your hands.
He laughed, sounding somewhat bitter as he did, and rolled onto his stomach, proudly displaying the erection straining against his boxer briefs.
Your eyes widened.
"You have no idea how long it's been since anyone could get a reaction out of me. It's been fucking years, little one. Years without a mate, wondering if I'd ever find them." Corbin began quietly. "And then you. You, with your damn quiet self, bringing me food and soft fucking sheets for me to den in. I'm not above waiting, obviously. I just...I hope you at least feel something for me, you know?"
"C-Corbin, I..." your stammer was back in full-force and he raised a hand.
"Sleep on it. I know this is some heavy shit, and I'm pretty sure you liquefied most of my bones with that back rub. My word still stands, obviously. I won't touch you. You're safe here." Baron reassured you, smiling again.
"I-if...I mean, if you want to hold me that's okay. It's only fair." you reasoned aloud, then blushed furiously and ducked your head. "Wouldn't mind y-you touching me at all."
"Fuck yes." Baron sighed, carefully tugging you down to spoon with him. Your flush intensified as his cock pressed against your thighs from behind. "Mmm..." he breathed in your ear, hands gently cupping your breasts. "You feel wonderful."
Holding your breath against the noise you wanted to make (because holy shit he thinks I feel wonderful), you shifted back slightly, molding your body to his and humming softly in contentment.
Baron sucked in a breath, clearly startled, before slipping his hands beneath your bra to fondle your breasts anew. Your nipples peaked quickly and Corbin seemed to take savage delight in seeing how mercilessly he could tug on them.
"Corbin!" you whimpered, wiggling your hips back against him and luxuriating in the pain/pleasure of having your chest played with.
"Yes, little one?" his teeth gently bit the shell of your ear.
"C-could you...I mean, maybe um..."
"God I want to ravage you when you do that." he groaned quietly, making your stomach drop out with all kinds of thoughts.
"Hump me until you get off? Please?" you begged, feeling him stiffen for a second. "I just know you're exhausted and I'm n-not very good with my mouth yet so that's-"
Large hands wrangled your pajama shorts down to your knees, then one of them slipped into your panties while he pressed his cock against your rump. "This alright?" Corbin asked breathlessly, his hand easily covering your mound.
You keened out quietly in shame, burying your face in the sheets as he pressed even closer and slowly, slowly slid his finger over your already-wet slit. He kissed your shoulder, "Shhh, little one. This isn't anything strange at all, okay? Just enjoy the ride."
"M' sorry I'm so s-small." you whimpered, knowing that he must be uncomfortable.
Baron's laugh surprised you. "I like it. Obviously." He bumped his cock against you for emphasis. "But I don't want to do anything that you're not comfortable with. So when you tell me to stop, I'll stop." he promised with another kiss to your shoulder. "How do I get you to cum?"
Baron Corbin is in my bed, asking how to get me off. Nobody wake me up!
"I-I'm j-just...I'm new to this so...I mean..." you fumbled for the words, startled when he sucked in a breath. "I-I've done it a couple times just...not l-like this you know?"
"But this is what they do in some porn you like, right?" his voice was a growl against your shoulder and you froze. "You probably like how huge the guy is and how small the girl is, huh? Figured I would help you act it out, hmm little one?"
"N-no! I m-mean...um, it..." you covered your face with your hands. "I-it's more the position than the size, Corbin. I'm sorry." you admitted, flushing brilliantly when he groaned into your ear.
"Don't make me fuck you right here and now. I'll do it." Baron threatened playfully, hooking your top leg up and humping you in earnest. "Little one watches porn. What's your favorites?"
"I c-can't-no! It's so embarrassing!" you gasped, shaking your head.
He chuckled. "I won't tell anyone, I promise. C'mon, what do you like?"
"N-no!"
Corbin rocked his hips up into you silently a few times, the arch of his cock pressed firmly against your ass. You clenched your hands into the soft sheets and whimpered. "Ready to talk?" he breathed with another slow roll of his hips. "There's nothing wrong with watching, little one. Fuck any idiot that tries to make someone feel ashamed for exploring their sexuality. Should I tell you what I like, hmm? That make it easier for you?" he offered, his words like liquid heat in your stomach.
You nodded furiously, making him snort. "Alright I'll tell. As long as you tell me yours afterward."
Corbin nibbled over your ear again, trailing bites down the side of your neck. "I like open-mouthed, sloppy stuff. I like chicks in little skirts and guys in suits." His tone somehow got deeper. "I love it when a woman's voice goes to shit from screaming in delight. That totally fucked-out sound..." he trailed off, humming low in his throat as you timidly moved your hips against him.
Baron squeezed your breasts together, making you gasp. "I also enjoy tit-fucking." You could feel him smile into your shoulderblade as he lazily shifted your breasts back and forth. "Hmm, I like watching smaller women get dominated by larger guys, but I also like it the other way around. Depends on my mood. Y'know, some days you just want to mate and then other days you want to be toyed with." he shrugged. "Alright little one, spill. What do you like to watch?"
You covered your face with your hands again and he carefully rolled you over to face him, grinning as you huffed in embarrassment.
"Remember to speak clearly, little one." Corbin teased, tugging your hands down and kissing your knuckles.
Shakily you trailed your fingers down his chest, loving how hard he inhaled as you dipped below his boxer briefs. "I-I like th-this." His cock pressed hot and heavy against your palm. "I like spooning." You shrugged, sliding your hand down to the base of his cock. "Riding. Don't know if I like doing doggystyle or just watching it, b-but I love watching it."
"With the way I do it, you'd fucking love it for sure." Baron gritted out. "You like the sideways handjob too, huh? Nothing like it. Especially when you can just scoot down or I can move up and then bam, titjob."
You nodded with a blush as he fondled your breasts again, rolling himself against you. "I-I like vocal. T-tell me it feels good, or bad. So I can be good, you know?"
"Nothin' wrong with wanting to improve." Corbin agreed.
"I like guys who are strong. I like the idea of being easy to move during...well, during. U-um, I like the tattoos, they always look cool."
He rolled you back to your stomach, urging you up onto your hands and knees. "Little one, remember all you have to do is say stop and I will stop, okay?" Corbin murmured, hand splayed wide on your stomach. You nodded, nervous and excited and ready for this.
His fingers spread your lower lips, quickly locating your clit. He groaned against the small of your back, pressing a kiss there before sliding a finger up and down your cunt as if to measure you. At this point you were dripping onto the bed and his fingers freely, loving the gentle teasing.
"So perfect." Baron's voice was deep enough to rumble through you, and you unconsciously tried to clench your thighs together to relieve the pressure it caused. "Mm, I don't think so little one. Legs open for me." He rubbed his boxer-clad groin against the back of your thigh briefly like he couldn't help himself, and then he carefully pressed his middle and ring finger into you. His index brushed your clit and you shuddered, whimpering. "Oh, who's my sensitive mate?" Baron groaned against your ear, sounding absolutely thrilled. "Who's so good to me, hmm? Who's going to get a reward for being so fucking good?"
You buried your face in the sheet, raising your hips as high as they could go as you shook and pleaded for more. Corbin curled his fingers inside you, tensing his arm and shifting your pelvis even higher. "You going to soak my tattoos, little one?" he asked, unable to keep from chuckling when you nodded furiously against the pillow.
You turned your head to the side so you could see him somewhat, loving how his eyes lit up warm golden-brown when you opened your mouth. "B-Baron-" you panted.
Corbin groaned low at that, running his free hand absently over his cock while he brought you closer and closer to your edge. The motion made you ache even harder, needwantneedwant blending into a siren-like frenzy and all you could say was please please please.
"Cum all over my hand and we'll see if you're relaxed enough to take me." Baron coaxed. "C'mon little one. Your alpha wants you to cum."
Your hips bucked down hard against his hand as you started to crest and he quickly pulled his fingers free, tugging your hips backwards into him to luxuriate in the undulations of your body in orgasm. Baron leaned forwards over you, snarling praise in your ear. "So good, can feel you soaking through these fucking boxers little one, I know you can take me if you want me. Do you want me?"
You nodded frantically, propping yourself back up on your arms and rocking back into him. "Yes please, p-please." Remembering how he'd reacted when you said his name, you took it a step further. "Please. A-Alpha."
Corbin latched his teeth down onto your shoulder, not enough to break the skin but enough to make you yelp. "Anytime you say stop, I'll stop. If it doesn't feel good, you need to tell me. Be loud, tap me if I don't answer like you did before, okay?" His hands were shaking as he pulled your panties down off your legs and tossed them to the side. Baron inhaled deeply, going still for a moment. "You smell...fantastic."
"I...I do?" you asked curiously, rolling halfway onto your side to give your arms a break.
"Yes." Baron stood up from the bed to tug his boxers down. "You smell like good and ready and home." His voice was remarkably steady. Then, he cupped your chin and kissed you slowly. "Perfect."
"Oh." you breathed once the two of you parted. Wow.
He smiled down at you. "First thing you ever said to me, little one. Hopefully I can get a few more words out of you." A hand swatted your calf lightly and you jumped, straightening back up onto your hands and knees. "Easy. I won't hurt you."
"I know, I j-just..." you trailed off, wiggling your hips. "Please?"
Baron mounted up behind you, teasingly rubbing his cock over your cunt as you shifted back and forth. "You want me? You want your alpha's dick in you?" he growled, pressing the head of it in for a second before pulling back out.
You were ready for him the next time he did it though, quickly shoving back and taking almost all of him in one go. The two of you moaned in tandem, his hands falling to the sheets and fisting in them as you kept moving. "Ride that cock, look at you-!" he gasped, grabbing your hips and tugging you backwards onto him, easily shifting you to gyrate your hips in circles. "You're so good to me."
You arched your back, loving how he could just move your body to suit his needs. Corbin fucked in a way that made you wish you were his all the time. You closed your eyes at that thought, burying your face in one of the pillows to muffle your scream when Baron bottomed out in you.
"Are you alright?" Corbin went dead still until you raised a shaky hand in a thumbs-up, making him laugh breathlessly. "Thank fuck. It's not too much? You're doing so well." he praised, rubbing a hand across your stomach in a soothing gesture.
You whined in your throat, then lifted your head from the pillow so he could actually hear you. "More." you pleaded, slipping a hand down to grab at his fingers curled against your stomach.
Baron rumbled wordlessly for a minute, finally muttering, "yeah?" before settling back into a rhythm. You melted against the bed, having completely abandoned trying to hold yourself up in favor of letting him support your hips with one sure, strong hand on your stomach. "Keep your fingers on mine if you're gonna stuff your face into the pillow, okay little one?" he ordered quickly. "Don't want to hurt you."
You nodded furiously, startled when he kissed your shoulder again. "You're so tight. So fucking good. M' I good for you, little one? Make you feel good?" Baron panted, "Alpha's going to take care of you."
You sucked in a breath, wanting to be loud for once in your life as his voice and motions brought you to your brink again. "Yes Baron!" you cried, feeling his whole body shudder at your volume.
"Oh damn." he groaned, bending over you and snapping his hips up hard. That did it for you, your orgasm crashing over you and rendering you to nothing but a contented mess, sagging against the hand supporting your hips helplessly.
You heard a hard click next to your ear as Corbin barely restrained himself from sinking his teeth into your shoulder, his jaw going tense with the urge. "Wanna' put some pups in your belly." he moaned out, sounding remarkably wistful for someone about to cum. His animalistic terms made your heart race. No one had ever spoken to you so frankly before. "I won't, but I want to. Maybe I'd get to keep you then. See you like this more." he managed to continue through his gritted teeth.
Your face heated weakly at his confession and you whimpered, closing your eyes against the unexpected tears that welled up. He wants me. More than just now, he actually wants me! "You have me. As long as you want. You don't have to leave me if you don't want to," you reassured him. That seemed to be the final straw, Baron hastily pulling out. You felt his cum spurt thickly across your lower back a second later and you shivered in delight, stretching your body beneath him. He gave a long, low groan of satisfaction as he finished and collapsed on the bed beside you, kissing you fiercely.
"Let me just go get something to clean you up with. I kinda' made a mess." Corbin mumbled sheepishly once the two of you parted.
You laughed, tugging on a lock of his hair and loving when he leaned in to the motion. "It's okay. I enjoyed every second of it."
His face lit up, and he ducked to nuzzle his nose against your own. "Really?"
"Really." you smiled.
Corbin actually fucking blushed at that, stumbling off the bed to get a washcloth from the bathroom. When he returned you relaxed into the bed and sighed in bliss, letting him carefully rub you down with the warm water.
Once the both of you were under the sheets you turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "You really like that wolf stuff, hmm?"
His embarrassed chuckle and shrug was all the answer you needed and you snuggled into his chest to fall asleep, a smile still on your face.
AN: Stay tuned for part two, and thank you to everyone who takes the time to read this. You're all wonderful!