Meant To Be... (Corbyn Besson X Reader)

Chapter 41

*Warning: Minor sexual content ahead. Read at your own risk.

It's the day before Savannah is supposed to have baby Eben Jr.  I don't think that's going to be his name, but I like it.

I got out of the hospital with a minor concussion.

Corbyn and I are sitting on the living room couch watching Mean Girls. Everyone went out to pick up Chipotle.

Corbyn is stroking my hand with his thumb.

"Can I get some chips and Gatorade before we get comfortable?" I ask.

He groans, "Fine. Be quick."

I run to the kitchen, grab two Gatorades, a bag of potato chips, and bolt back to the couch. I toss the Gatorade on the coffee table and one of them lands perfectly.

"Oh!" I say, then proceed to dab, "Skillz with a Z!"

Corbyn throws his hands up, "Yeee boiii!"

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me on top of him. He smiles, but then it fades to something darker.

He roughly grabs my chin, lifts it up, and starts kissing me. He moves me to the open spot on the couch beside me. He's hovering above me and has one hand on my cheek, the other supporting his weight so he won't collapse on top of me.

I wrap one of my fists around one of his hoodie strings and run my fingers through his hair. I pull him towards me and he's so surprised, that he bites my lip. I wince in slight pain, but I don't stop.

Corbyn sits me up and moves me to his lap, "Sorry. I can't hold myself up anymore."

"That's perfectly fine with me," I say breathlessly against his lips.

He lifts my shirt up to grab my waist with his thumb and index finger. It's not much, but it's enough to send shivers up my spine. I sigh into the kiss.

He starts kissing my neck lightly, but not too lightly, "Y/ N," he whispers in my ear, "They'll be home any minute."

I shrug, "And don't whisper like that."

He smiles against my neck, "What? Like this?"

I grip onto both of his strings, "Yes that."

"Oops. Too late," He whispers.

I start kissing his neck, but way harder than he did to me. It's enough to leave marks.

"Ow," he whimpers.

I stop and move to his to his ear, "Sorry. I got carried away."

"Now I know why you don't want me to whisper."

I continue kissing his neck.

Both of our heads shoot up when we here a car pull into the drive way. Dang.

"Wow," Corbyn says touching his neck, "You definitely marked your territory. Not saying I didn't enjoy it, but let's pray that these go away before the shoot."

I wave my hand in the air, "Photoshop babe."

The door from the back unlocks and I jump off of Corbyn's lap. I crack open the Gatorade.

Daniel and Jack walk into the living room cracking up. They notice us and sit down in between us.

"Cool chips," Jack says.

Corbyn shoots them a look, "Didn't you guys just get back from lunch?"

Daniel pops a chip into his mouth, "A light snack. See kettle cooked potato chips. I'm actually being healthy right now."

I roll my eyes, "Okay. Whatever you say Mr. Wholefoods."

He shrugs. We watch the movie for a few minutes. I feel Daniel move my hair out of the way, "Hey Y/N, what's that?"

He touches my neck lightly.

"Yeah Corbyn has some too." Jack says raising an eyebrow.

I pull out my phone and use the front camera. Dang it. I guess it was hard enough to leave a mark. I look at Corbyn's. His are a little darker, but he looks proud.

"These my friends," he starts and taps on them, "Are a symbol of love and property. I belong to her." He points at me.

Daniel snorts, "Obviously not a sign of innocence and purity, that's for sure."

"Nope," Jack says popping the P, "It's a sign of smashing."

Zach then walks in, "Y/N! Is that a hickey?"

I look down.

"OMG CORBYN HAS SOME TOO?" He screams.

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This is the closest I will get to smut. People I know read this. You're welcome you unholy children. simplycelebs you're also welcome.

And I'm trying so hard to demand my city for Christina's tour.

P.S if anyone wants to request for my imagines book go for it. Please. I'm begging.