What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Jarbyn- Smut

Dedicated to Jarbynownsmyheart
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Summary: It's late, Jack's the only one awake, and he's bored. He gets on his phone and somehow ends up reading a smut one-shot about him and Corbyn

Jack's POV
The second youngest of the band groaned loudly with his body drapped over the edge of the couch. Looking at the door to the back room upside down.

His brown eyes flicked over to the digital clock. 2:46 am, he let out another rough groan. Running his fingers over his face.

A ding hit his ears and he reached for his phone. Bringing his upper half onto the sofa. He pointed the screen away, turning the brightness all the way down before actually looking at his phone.

It was an Instagram notification, one of their fans had liked his picture with Corbyn. He unlocked the device, went to the app, and sent her a message. Smiling at the jumble of letters he received.

He talked to her for a bit, before just scrolling through his timeline for what felt like hours, even though when he checked the clock only 15 minutes had passed.

" Fuck!" He growled out, glaring at the roof of the bus. Hoping it would burst into flames, at least then he would have something to do.

He went back to scrolling and came upon a picture of a Wattpad book cover. Just updated my Jarbyn one-shot book, it's a dirty one. Now I'm off to bathe in holy water. Good night!

At the end was a link to the story. He chewed his bottom, it seemed so wrong to read a story about yourself, but he wanted to so bad. And he was so bored. He tapped it quickly, getting sent straight to the newest part.

He was about half-way done when things started to get heated. Lithe fingers ran over the blonde's chest, a purr rumbling in his throat." I want you so bad, princess," Corbyn whispered, dragging his tongue across the shell of his ear." Then take me, daddy."

Jack felt his cheeks warm as he re-read the line. How did they know he had a daddy kink? He looked to the door. Afraid someone would come in and catch him. Luckily, his bandmates were normal people and were asleep at 3 am.

Plump, pink lips pressed to his, Jack opening his mouth without hesitation. He swallowed the moan Corbyn let out. Pulling off his boxers and stroking his thick shaft. Frozen pools opened, dark with lust and desire." Hands and knees. Now."

Jack didn't attempt to silence the whimper that forced its way up. His half-chub now fully erect. He would faint if Corbyn ever said that to him.

His face was basically pressed to his phone as he drank in every word. His erection was begging for attention. The bulge in his sweats clear.

As the story approached its end Jack's hand had wandered down to stroke himself through his joggers. The touches were soft and teasing. Leaving him wanting more, but more than anything. They made him bold.

He stood from the couch and walked over to the door. Opening it and leaving the room as quietly as possible. He made his way to Corbyn's bunk, silently pulling the curtain back.

He softened at the sight of his blonde bandmate. His features were relaxed and pink lips parted. Jack shook him gently, the older boy groaned quietly as frozen slits became visible.

" Jack?" His raspy voice almost made him whimper." Hey, Bean."

" Why are you up?" He moved over and Jack climbed in. Smiling when his arm went to his waist.