What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Jarbyn- Smut

This is the second chapter dedicated to Jarbynownsmyheart
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Summary: Jack accepts a bet in which he has to wear a butt-plug for an entire show, plus the meet and greet after

Jack's POV
The curly-haired male was walking past Jonah and Zach's room, hoping Daniel was out of the shower." Oh, Jack!" He turned at the sound, looking up at the oldest of the band." Wanna make 50 dollars?" He asked, the shorter perking up at the mention of money." Sure, what's the bet?" He wondered." You have to wear a butt-plug for the concert and meet and greet. You can take it out when we get home." The taller explained, the other boy laughed." That's all? Yeah I'll do it." He answered confidently, Jonah smirked." Good, I'll give you one of Zach's." He explained went back into his room." Alright, but make sure you wash it!" The second youngest called." Wash what?" He jumped slightly upon hearing his voice." Zay's butt-plug." He responded casually, smiling when he noticed Corbyn's still damp hair. He looks so cute... wait, what?" And why do you need his sex toy?" The bleached blonde wondered, raising one brow." Because Jo bet me 50 bucks that I wouldn't wear to our show." He shrugged, bets were an everyday part of their lifestyles after over 2 years of being together." J... have you ever used a butt-plug before?" The frozen pooled boy questioned." Nope." Jack answered, popping the p. Daniel walked past and into his room seconds after." I'm finna get in the shower. Tell Jo to put the toy on the counter?" He adjusted the towel drapped over his shoulder." Y-yeah, sure." Corbyn agreed, still sounding completely lost." Thanks, babe." He moved past the older and into the bathroom." No problem, princess." His bandmate spoke the words out of instinct and the permed pop-star felt his heart flutter at the nickname.

~ Time Skip ~

Jack left his room stopping in front of his awaiting bandmates." So? Is it in?" Jonah asked." Yep and I don't see the big deal- oh fuck." He whimpered, knees buckling, but Corbyn caught him just in time." You okay, J?" He questioned, looking down at him in worry." God, it feels so good." He moaned, bucking down." I turned it on." Daniel smirked, showing the remote before pushing the plus sign. The second youngest whined out in pleasure, nuzzling against the bleached blonde." Good thing I gave him a cock ring. Gimme the remote, Dan." Jonah held his hand out." What? Why should you get it?" The middle child pressed the remote to his chest." Because it was my idea." The eldest responded, trying to grab it." Yeah, but you want Jacky to lose. I should get it." Daniel explained." Well, I'm the youngest." Zach added." That's not the answer to everything, Z." Daniel sighed, the smallest used that excuse everytime he wanted anything." Okay, okay. For starters, Zay that's a terrible reason as to why you should have the remote. Second, Dani's right Joan. Thi-", he started." See?! Told you I should get it." The ocean-eyed boy stuck his tongue out at the oldest." Third, you shouldn't have it either. I should get it because I have no reason to want JJ to win or lose. So give me the remote."

~ On The Tour Bus ~

Jack was sitting on the couch in their small living room. His brown orbs hidden and his lips parted slightly as he grinded down into the cushions. His eyes slowly opened when he felt something warm and soft against his neck." Dani?" He whispered, voice breathy." Hey, J." He answered casually, the curly-haired boy was about to ask another question, but then something wet dragged across his pale skin. He jumped away, looking at his bandmate with big eyes." What the hell are you doing?!" He quickly wiped away the spit, shuddering in disgust." Guess Joan forgot to explain the full bet. Me and the other boys can do whatever we want to you as long as we don't fuck you." He smirked." W-what?! He didn't say anything about that! I don't want you and the others teasing me. That's weird." He muttered the last part." Weirder than you agreeing to have a toy shoved up your ass for 50 dollars?" He chuckled, sitting beside the younger." Yes, it is." He retorted." Welp, that's to bad. A bet's a bet, so come here." The older pulled him in close, kissing his neck and caressing his thighs. Jack whimpered at the attention, reluctantly melting into his gentle touch. What have I gotten myself into?