Corbyn (dirty)

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I sat going over my notes for a test for college when I hear the door downstairs "(Y/F/N)!" I hear a frustrated Corbyn yell out. He had been at Logan's with the boys but I had being evil by sending naughty text to him.

He enters the bedroom I pretend not to notice him. "(Y/N) look at me" glancing up. "What seems to be the problem handsome" "My problem is that you have been extremely distracting today young lady" I smirk. "Oh really now I don't know what your talking about" I say standing up and putting my books on the dresser.

He comes and places his hands on my hips bringing my back against his chest. That's when I felt the very prominent boner press against me. He places his kisses on my neck kissing to my ear.

"Think you can get away with teasing me and sending pictures of yourself in that sweet little number baby" he whispers I was only in some short spandex shorts and sports bra.

He tugs on my ear lobe with his teeth. He lets go and stepped back to turn me around "strip now" he says sternly.

Listening I slip off my clothes leaving me to his gaze. He steps closer and dipped his head down to claim my lips. The kiss was hot and demanding and made my body ache wanting more. He lifts me to sit me on the dresser breaking the kiss to slide his shirt over his head.

My hands ran down his toned body to the buckle of his belt. Getting it undone he smirks and starts to kiss down my body he tugs on my nipple with his teeth. Crying out his name as his hand cupped my other breast squeezing it roughly.

"Corbyn" I moan he kisses lower on my body his hands moving to caress my thighs. He nudges them apart to suck my clint my back arched from the pleasure that over took my body.

His tongue lavished every sweet inch on my core as one hand reached behind to cup my ass. The other slides slowly down my thigh and leg than back up again.

When I felt that familiar knot forming in my stomach I moan. He pulls away right when I was about to cum. "Corbyn Matthew Besson" I cry out. He stands "Oh shut up" he moans kissing me than pulling back he reaches into his back pocket and grabbed his wallet. He opens it pulling out a condom he takes a second to get out of jeans and boxers his erection sprung free.

Sliding on the condom without a warning his hands brought me closer and he enters my body roughly. Throwing my head back he pulls almost all the way out and than pushed back in again.

He started to thrust so hard that the dresser started to rock hitting the wall. His large hands slip under my thighs and he picks me up taking us to the bed.

Laying us on it I reached out to touch him but his hands pinned my wrist to the bed. "Not tonight princess" he says his voice low and husky. My legs bent up to wrap around his waist and he went still. "Hey what'd I say missy"

I smirk and than before he knew it I had rolled us and I was on top. Leaning down to whisper in his ear "Your not the only one that knows how to take control baby" he moans as my hands rested on his chest.

Rocking my hips back and forth he moans leaning down "Just let me take care of you tonight handsome" nibbling his ear lobe. His hands grip my waist as I sat back up.

He thrust up to meet my strokes and than without even thinking I came crying out his name in the process. He used this as an advantage to roll us back over so he was once again on top.

One hand reached to grip the headboard the other skimmed my thigh bringing my leg to wrap around his waist. When he finally came he let out a long string of profanities.

As our highs came to an end he collapsed on top of me. His hot breath tingled my skin and his breathing evened back out.

He gently pulled out to lay next to me I winced I was a bit sore from his play. He chuckles "Maybe now you've learned your lesson about being naughty princess" smirking leaning up on my elbow "Never will I learn my lesson if you just make the lecturer so dame good baby"

He smiles "That's my girl" than he gave me a sweet tender kiss pulling me close for a nap.

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