What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 2|Jarbyn- Smut

Summary: Jack truly can't help himself, not when being with Corbyn makes him feel like this

Jack's POV
Corbyn was soft and grounding in my lap. The sole thing keeping me from floating away into the endless abyss of time and space. His tongue slipping past my lips, dipping in and out in short, affectionate visits. Always making sure to delicately nuzzle the roof of my mouth in greeting. I shuddered helplessly with each drop by, heat pooling in my belly. Melting into my couch.

He draws back only slightly. Heavy, burning breaths drifting past his once pretty pink lips. Now swollen and red, littered with the shallow indentations of nipping fangs. The pale blue of his eyes inky black from blown pupils, dancing with shadows.

I nibbled his lower lip gently. Unable to help the soft tremor raking throughout my body. God, why did he have to be so gorgeous?

" I have to get home. I'm supposed to be grounded," his chuckle low and breathy. His finger making its way down my chest slowly, eyes sparkling with mischief. I suppressed another shudder. Pretending his touch didn't leave my skin tingling.

" You don't have too," purred deep in my throat. Leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his jaw. Humming at my attention, his head rolled. Exposing his delicate neck to me," you could always stay with me."

" Well, I guess that doesn't sound too bad," my lips captured with a single dip of his head.

I held him tighter, keeping him flush to my body. Desperate to feel him through the layers of clothing. Savoring the hot, wet friction between our lips.

Kissing him was too good. Nothing should be this good.

He left me far too soon. My lips helplessly chasing his departing pair, craving the burn of his mouth.

He giggled, nose bumping mine to stop the desperate pursuit," I was serious, you know? My parents'll kill me if they find out I left."

Our lips brushing with his every word. Too lost in the euphoria to truly hear him. My heart skipping a beat with each feather-soft touch.

One hand perched possessively on his hip. The other tracing up length of his forearm. His coat long since forgotten, discarded somewhere on the floor.

My fingertips dancing across supple, porcelain flesh. My touch wasn't rushed, silently explaining that I didn't give a single fuck about him being grounded.

I leaned down, pressing an open-mouth kiss to his lower jaw. The very tip of my tongue drawing shapes into the milky plane. Gradually pulling it betwixt my lips, teeth nuzzling the sensitive area obsessively. Marking the flesh as my own.

His moans breathless. Floating from his mouth, drifting to my ears. His eyes retreating to the empty black of his skull. Fingers twisting and tangling into my shirt," Jack."

The way my name rolled off that incredible tongue. Dripping with sinful desire, whiney with insatiable lust. It sent chills racing down my spine because holy fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

" You have to stay," whispered low. Rough with a lingering growl," who else would keep me warm?"

A soft whimper escaping his beautiful throat. Digits embedding themselves into my bleached hair. Pushing at my head, desperately guiding me to his throbbing pulse point.

My lips curving against his skin. Digging my teeth into his spot, eliciting a long, whining groan. His hips beginning to rock into my thighs, slow and teasing.

My moan trembled, guiding him through the proper motions. Insuring each and every slow roll was against my steadily growing bulge.

His warm palm slipping from my cheek. Arm twisting around my neck, pulling me closer. Obeying him helplessly, swallowing the moan breathed into my mouth.

I was so fucking drunk. The pleasure was intoxicating. My entire being in complete lust with the way this gorgeous creature moved against me. Moaned for me.

Only for me.

Our sloppy kiss cut short as his forehead met mine. Each desperate pant mixing. Creating our own, unique blend of air. His gyrating only deepening, dragging every inch across my clothed, throbbing member.

I took this time to study him. Admiring the way ecstasy left his skin flushed. Libs dropping over his clouded eyes, obscuring most of the glistening orbs. The artificial light of my electric fire catching them at the perfect angle. His engorged, puffy lips parted constantly. Moaning, panting, begging. A thin coating of boiling sweat allowing his forehead to glide against mine as we moved together.

He was so damn perfect. And I wanted him closer.

So much closer.

" God, I can't get enough of you," the words a low, rumbling sound.

He glanced up at my voice, no longer watching our shirts bunch and spread with each rough grind. This gave me my first clear view of those big, needy blue eyes. Glazed over with lust, twinkling with pleasure. Obscured only by thick, dark lashes.

I was mesmerized. Drowning in those impossibly deep frozen pools. This was all for me. The desire. The lust.

He wanted me.

" Fuck," whispered heavily. Grabbing at him," Baby, come here," we were already flush, but I wanted more. I needed more.

Our shirts riding up with each needy thrust. My cock aching for him as our abs began to grind against one another.

The friction hurting in all the right ways. I wanted to feel every inch of his body. Kiss every dip, drag my tongue along every valley. And I wanted him to beg while I did. Wanted to hear those delicious noises as he melted beneath me. A helpless, horny puddle for me to use as I please.

My hands moving to cup the back of his thighs. The blonde whimpering as he was forced to still.

" Fuck~ Jack," he began to fuck my torso," I want more, daddy. Please, can I have more?" He whimpered into my mouth. My entire body was weak. Brain screaming as blood rushed from one head to the other. Trembling as I lifted the taller boy.

Our feverish makeout continuing in choppy sections all the way up to my room. My flesh aching each time his lips brushed over.

I realized he was gonna be the death of me as his plump lips suckled at my sweet spot. Nibbling a path to my Adam's apple after. His heavy breaths fanning across my flesh, burning the skin. The unbearable heat coupled with the strange, aching chills he sent through me gave me the best fucking headache. Stumbling down the hall, struggling to focus on anything other than him and how fucking good it all felt.

But, it was also in that same moment that I realized I was more than happy to die.

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Author's Note: I like Chills