What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 5|Jorbyn- Fluff

Summary: Corbyn goes to visit Santa at the mall and fuck all the people that claim he's too old

Corbyn's POV
" Aren't you a little old for this?" I turned at the voice. My cool blue naturally drifting to a woman and who I assumed to be her young daughter.

She regarded me with a look that was something between disgust and possibly pity.

" Too old to see Santa? I didn't know there was an age limit when it came to Christmas cheer," her daughter perking curiously at my words, drawing a smirk from me.

" Unless, of course, that is what you're telling me," my bottom lip hanging despite the slight purr to my words.

" You're telling me that Santa just forgets about you when you're my age? That he just doesn't care anymore?"

The child's gasp muffled by her palm as her small hand laid across her lips. Her hazel eyes big and dark

" Mommy, is that true? Will Santa forget about me?"

" W-what?" A look of horror passing over the lady's features," n-no! No of course not! He won't forget you."

" But you said I was too old. What other reason could there be?" Casting my gaze to the ground, rubbing at the side of my neck as my head hung just enough.

" I hope you don't get too used to this," my eyes drifting to the kid, looking directly into her distraught orbs.

" Your mom'll make you stop celebrating once you're my age," the blood rushed from her small, round face. Inky pupils going fat, causing her eyes to glisten in the mall's bright light.

" Mommy, you can't do that!"

Some part of me felt bad. That poor kid was on the verge of a breakdown, but then again, her mother had just told me I was too old to see some fool in a costume.

" I won't, Jessie! Don't worry!" Words rushed in her panic, hands waving with emphasis.

" Then why can't he see Santa too?!"

" Alright, alright," she finally relented, the discussion seeming to have exhausted her. Though her gaze hardened as it fell on me," just go see Santa already."

I grinned to the older woman. Nothing, but teeth and dark eyes, kinda like a shark," thank you sooo much. You really had me worried there," my words heavy with a sigh. Eyes softening when they found their way to Jessie.

" And don't worry, Jessie. I'm very good friends with Santa, so I'll make sure to tell him all about how much you helped me. Just in case you can't see him today. How does that sound?" Because you won't be seeing him today.

The way she lit up, blood rushing to her cheeks, stars exploding in her eyes. She really was like a kid on Christmas.

" Thank you mister," never doubting a word from my mouth.

" You are so very welcome, little one."

Some time during our short talk her mom finally realized the true meaning of my words. And her expression was pure gold.

The disgust written across her aged face. The sneer wrinkling at her nose.

I sent her a wink before all, but skipping up to the large, plush-looking red and gold chair Santa was sat upon.

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation when I plopped down into Santa's lap. Smirking down at the laughing man.

" Corbyn, what the hell was that?" Jonah's entire being shaking with his mirth, laying his forehead on my shoulder causing the ball of his hat to tickle at my neck.

" Can you believe she told me I was too old to see Santa? The nerve of some people," arm draping across his powerful shoulders. Head tipping toward the elf as she announced that Santa wouldn't be seeing anyone else.

" Corbyn, you're nineteen."

" I fail to see your point."

Jonah pulled back from me, panting softly with red cheeks that matched his ridiculous outfit.

I could see the tufts of thick, snow white falling from the obviously fake beard that hung from his face, obscuring his strong jaw from me.

The red and white coat was huge on his toned body, making him look more flabby than jolly with the way the fabric hung from him. Seeming to swallow his body.

The hat was fine though. The pretty white fluff a perfect compliment to the rich brown is was perched atop.

" You look so stupid," I giggled, leaning in a bit closer, tugging just a little at his beard. Longing to see more of his candy pink lips.

" I feel like that might be the point," arm coming to encircle my waist. Pulling me more against his chest," stupid equals friendly, right?"

" I guess so," mused low in my throat, hand dipping beneath his beard to trace his warm cheek.

" Now, how many kids are behind me?"

" None. I think that mom you scared warned everyone," chuckled as he leaned into my touch.

" Good," I straddled him properly. Perched comfortably on his strong thighs. Smirking down to the older boy.

" Tell me, Santa," purred close to his face. My breath hot and minty with free candy canes," have I been a good boy this year?"

" I'm afraid not," Jonah rumbled in return, grabbing hold of my hips," but, maybe you could do something to change my mind."

" Oh yeah?" God, I hate this beard," like what?"

" Like getting this stupid thing off my face," head tilting up to brush his lips along mine. The cream fuzz tickling my mouth.

" Gladly," I pulled it low on his face, letting it fall the rest of the way to his shoulders. My fingers happily dancing along the hot skin from his chin to his neck," anything else?"

" Shut up and come here."

I ducked my head, allowing him to capture my lips and pressing closer as he did, leaving us flush together.

My lips parting after a sharp nip was delivered to them, moaning low at the slimy warmth of his approaching tongue.

He tasted like peppermint mocha. Basic bitch, I thought with a silent chuckle as he began licking at my cheeks. Forcing my mouth open so he could lap at the opening of my throat. Elicting a deep, dragging groan at the feeling of his tongue tip repeatedly penetrating into my esophagus. Fuck.

And just like that I had forgotten where we were, forgotten about the dozens of people shopping around us. Unable to hear their chatting voices as I zeroed in on the delicious noises that came from Jonah's throat. Focusing solely on kissing those lips swollen and swallowing his every cry.

I felt his fingers go tight around my hips, drawing a slow, deep roll from my lower half. I made sure he could feel my through all those clothes because after only a little kissing I sure as hell could feel him.

When we finally found the strength to pull away, he was panting. Steel-blue left inky black from his blown pupils. Tongue working at the drool running down my chin.

" I could lose my job," he breathed against my skin, taking it between his teeth. It trembled with his groan as I finally found the perfect angle.

" Just say the word and I'll stop," I knocked his mouth away so I could tease his lip between my teeth. Loving the way those dark, lusting eyes focused on me

" Don't you dare. I wanna see how far we can take this," he chuckled to me, tucking his thumbs into my pants.

" Oh?" I purred to him," then let's see how many kids we can ruin," I kissed along his neck, undoing the first few buttons of his obnoxious red coat. His lips warm against my ear.

" They'll have to stop believing in Santa sooner or later right?"

" That, or mommy'll have to explain that Santa's gay," I smirked into the hickey I began to suck. Digging my teeth into it after.

" Seems like a win-win to me."

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