What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 9|Cerbyn- Fluff

Summary: Corbyn greets Eben at the door

Corbyn's POV
My eyes flicking from the TV to the door as it rattled shortly against its hinges. I stared at the slab of wood for a moment or two longer, entertaining the idea of making someone else get it.

The singing doorbell drawing a low sigh from my chest. Shoulders bunching as I stood.

" I got it!" Shouted from the lowest level of the house, walking to the main entrance with my hands tucked into the pockets of Eben's hoodie. Shuddering at thought of the inevitable freezing winds that would whip into the livingroom upon opening the front door.

I didn't bother checking the window to catch a glimpse at our unexpected visitor, simply pulling open the door and leaning into its frame.

The little jump of my heart sent thick warmth through my veins, staring up at a tall brunette with pretty sky blue eyes. Perfectly pink lips curving into a fond, lazy smile when our gazes met.

My teeth sinking into my lower lip somehow enough to keep my own grin from ripping my face in two.

" Hey, stranger," the purr of my voice unable to be helped," what can I do for you?"

Eben's low chuckle turning to clouds. The warm puffs disappearing quickly," you can let me in. It's fucking freezing."

I hummed thoughtfully. The thick, pleasant warmth in my heart leaving me immune to the cold's effects," is that all you want from me? Because there are plenty of warm hotels if that's the case," I slipped out of the house as I spoke. The door shutting with a quiet snap.

" So that's how you're gonna be, huh?" Eben took a single step closer, chest bouncing with his laugh.

I slowly brought my arm up, draping it along his shoulder and around to the back of his neck. The faux-fur of his black coat plush against my flesh. Fingers tucking beneath the hood to trace absent shapes into the nape of his neck.

" I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about, sir."

His hum lazy, eyes fluttering ever so slightly at my teasing touchs. Hands coming to rest on my hips.

The feeling of his palms, even through my pants, was electric. His heat seeping into my body, finding my core, and coiling tight around it. Further protecting me from the chilly winter air. His thumbs dipping beneath the hoodie to brush along my skin.

" Is that so?" Purred low against my lips, our faces barely an inch apart.

" It is so," my other set of fingers working to unzip his coat just a little. Just enough to trace the ridge of his collar bone. Leaning ever closer," and you still haven't told me who you are, stranger."

" I could tell you. Or, I could do something to jog that awful memory of your's," lips now brushing with each new word.

I couldn't help the little noise that escaped my throat. Playing with the baby hairs along the back of his neck," please do," whispered much needier than anticipated.

Eben's chest trembled with his chuckle. Neck tucking to allow his head to dip and capture my lips with his own.

In seconds we had fallen into our old, familiar rythm. My lips gliding across his, knowing each dip and every curve by heart. Knowing of their enticing warmth and plump, plush feel. Even knowing how he kissed.

Always so careful as he guided me through. Never rushing, but always just rough enough ignite that delicious, burning friction that was always between us. Leaving us both swollen only a few minutes in.

The tip of my tongue gently nuzzling the seam between his lips. Nearly purring when granted access, happily slipping into his hot, soft cave. Moaning low when he entered mine. His slimy muscle leaving fire behind with each touch.

Soon, my waist was fully enclosed by his strong, protective arms. Dipping me just enough to feel it and slowly pulling back, but not before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and watching it bounce back once released.

Our forehead pressed together. My fingers continuing their slow, tickling journey across his clavicle and jaw. The other set hiding in his soft, thick hair.

His hands busy ghosting along the small of my back. Leaving me to melt into him helplessly, easily holding us both, longing to feel his body through the coat.

" I thought you couldn't come?" Wondered softly, easily drifting through the almost eerie silence of the calm neighborhood.

" My family got sick of me whining about you and threw me on the earliest flight," voice no lounder than mine.

My hum low, nuzzling sweetly into his neck. Pressing a tender kiss to his pulse point," I missed you."

" I missed you more, doll," lips dancing along my ear.

" Can we go inside now?" Mused after several more calm moments.

" Not yet," whispered back. Carefully trailing kisses along his jaw. My nose tip brushing his cheek," my family loves you more than me and I want you all to myself for just a little longer."

" You're so selfish," teased as his head ducked to bump mine away. Mouthing at my sweet spot. Drawing a deep, powerful shudder from me," you'll get sick, love."

" I'm more than happy to get sick for you," our noses bumping as he came back up.

His smile down to me was soft. Eyes doey with sparkling emotion. I offered a saccharine smile in return, leaving a soft, honey-sweet peck on his lips. Tugging him closer by his neck.

" My Ebby," mumbled against his beautiful lips.

" Only your's," kissing my Cupid's bow.

An especially frigid wind came racing past. Constricting my body and leaving chills to dance along my spine. I shivered hard, snuggling into my boyfriend.

" Fuck, it's so cold."

" Let's go inside," kissing me again, right on my lips. And then again. And one more time.

The affectionate displays left me helpless to him. Sighing with a nod. Hating that I had to share.

" Fine."

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