❛ EUPHORIA ❜ - besson

013; sexual tension

the rest of the day was filled with lustful glances and teasing touches whenever everest and corbyn sat next to each together. the sexual tension between them two was so fucking thick by the end of the day that you could literally cut it with a knife.

when zach was recording had to have been the worst time of that day. not only was it the last recording of the day before everest could go to corbyn's but he was also her cooking partner, and he made it almost impossible for her to get the snack she was making done.

corbyn stand behind her while she poured a drink into each cup she had out, his body pressed against her and breath fanning her neck, and whenever she did something right the boy would praise her, just like he did in the bedroom.

he'd hum against her ear, muttering words like "good girl" or "you're doing so well princess," and it drove her absolutely crazy. nlishing, stuttering, hands shaking as her body heated up and heart pounded in her chest. and she could tell corbyn was loving it.

and fuck, she never knew how much of a tease her boyfriend was.

and the second zach finished, the two of them took off. you didn't even bother stopping. they both practically ran to his home and once they finally made it, cornyn had crashed his lips to everest's, slamming the door shut as he pushed she into his home.

her fingers were tangled into his hair, and she yelped when he lifted her up and placed her on the kitchen counter which was the nearest surface.

she sighed in bliss as his lips traveled down her neck, latching onto that sweet spot corbyn had found months ago.

both hands were on her thighs as they slowly moved higher and higher.

she whimpered, "not that i'm complaining- cause fuck, i'm definitely not. but what's gotten into you today corbs?" she gasped out.

he hummed, hands pushing up her skirt as all he replied with was, "your skirt."

"really?" she asked in surprise.

"mhm," he hummed against her again, a dark hickey blossoming on her neck, "i like skirts."

"w-why?"

"easy to do this," he said, punctuating his claim by slipping his hand under her skirt and touching her through her panties, making her gasp.

his fingers brushed over her entrance through her panties and he groaned from how wet the fabric was, "i was wondering if we could try something new-" corbyn was suddenly cut off by the door swinging open.

the two of them snapped their heads in the direction, seeing ashley standing there with a raised eyebrow as she took in the sight in front of her. corbyn was able slip his hand out from under her skirt before ashley saw, making it look like the two of them were just kissing.

"a-ashley, you're home!" corbyn stuttered out in embarrassment.

"yeah, got out early," she answered, "hi everest."

"hi," she squeaked, blush on her cheeks.

"go watch a movie. i don't need you two getting pregnant."

"ashhh," corbyn whined, "we weren't doing that." he said, helping her off the counter.

she laughed, "whatever it was, i'd rather not have it happen on the kitchen counter. everest are you staying for dinner?"

"oh- yeah sure."

"okay, i'm gonna head over to get some thai later, i'll pick up your usual," she grinned, "also i love that skirt on you," she complimented.

"thank you," she smiled, "been getting a lot of compliments on it today," everest said, sending a glance at corbyn with a teasing smile that only he picked up on, making him lightly pinch her arm and she yelp in response.

ashley rolled her eyes at the two with a smile, "okay, now go be weird in the living room. or if you both go to the bedroom you know the door rule." she said, before walking off to her bedroom to settle down.

the two both breathed a sigh of relief, and she frowned, leaning into corbyn.

"you're sister is such a mom. oh, my god."

corbyn kissed the top of her head, "sorry princess. but i do promise i'll figure out a way to get you off before the night ends," he said making her blush deeply before she both went into the living room.

-

everest and corbyn waited anxiously for some kind of opening to finish what they started earlier as the night wore on, but with ashley passing through all night, it was impossible.

and if you thought the sexual tension was bad before, it was downright suffocating now.

everest was seated on the floor, corbyn's back leaning against the couch while she was seated in between corbyn's legs, her back to his chest.

so whenever ashley wasn't nearby, corbyn could trail kisses on her neck as he left soft touches to her thighs, while she tried and failed to watch the movie they both picked out, since it was easily forgotten between kisses, touches, and soft conversation.

"why are you so pretty?" corbyn hummed against her neck.

she giggled, "no 'm not."

"hey, don't be mean to my girlfriend," he buried his face in her neck.

"i am your girlfriend," she rolled her eyes and giggled.

"yeah, and you just said she isn't pretty."

"how can you be so fucking cute while i can literally see you trying to put your hands up my skirt?"

a/n
ah yes the very rare double update.