What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Why Don't We- Smut

Summary: A horny morning with Why Don't We

Jack's POV
My eyes blinked open slowly, head rising and falling with each of Zach's deep breaths.

I peered sleeply past his pec, spotting Corbyn on the other side of the mountain. The blonde still dowsing soundly with Jonah curled around his back, face pressing into his shoulder.

Daniel's steady breaths were hot against the back of my neck, his chest pushing into my back with every new puff.

" No way," I mused, voice heavy with the remnants of sleep," I woke up first."

I barely lifted my head to catch a glimpse at the time. 9:37 in bright red.

Daniel sturred gently, mumbling something into my skin, pulling me closer.

I longed to roll over and kiss him awake, but with Zach's arm tucked under and around me the way it was that wouldn't be possible, not without waking him up anyway.

So, I simply stayed put and let my eyes drift along my boyfriends.

Corbyn was cute when he was sleeping, I mused internally, but he was cute when he was awake, too, but this cute was different, softer.

He had a slight, natural pout tugging at his pretty, plump lips, as if they were begging to be kissed even in his sleep. His cheek just a little red from where it was squished against Zach's toned stomach. Eyes shifting just enough behind his pale lids. I wonder what he's dreaming about?

I could barely see Jonah from his hiding spot behind Corbyn, always holding on so tight when he was the big spoon, always so possessive.

I felt Daniel's nose nuzzle into my hair and my eyes fluttered shut on pure instinct, snuggling back into his warmth.

" So you really are awake," he breathed against my scalp," 'm shocked, love."

I only hummed, letting his fingers trail down my bare flesh, only to stop at the elastic of my, Corbyn's, sweats.

" You wanna shower with me?" His purr rough with lingering sleep, something dark and rich lacing his rasping voice.

I let my bottom lip slide between my teeth, guiding his hand to my early morning erecrion. A problem I would usually look to Zach to solve.

He chuckled close to my ear, hips pressing into mine with a soft nip to the lobe.

He wasn't at full-mast yet, barely a half-chub honestly, but I could fix that.

I would fix that.

He stood from the bed first, stretching out his nearly naked body with a long groan, watching me struggle to escape Zach's arms.

I tried to roll away from him, but I stopped dead the second his face scrunched, reminding me of a baby mere moments from tears.

I let him pull me back to his side, sighing into his warm skin, tracing absent shapes along the muscle to calm him.

I felt fingers wrap tight around my ankles. I stared down at Daniel, finding he was already smirking wickedly up at me.

He pulled hard and I slammed my hand over my mouth, my inner lip aching from where it had met my teeth.

I had slid under the duvet, eyes so big they hurt in my sockets. Legs clinging impossibly tight to his waist.

I couldn't see the older, but I could feel him shaking with silent mirth.

He pulled the thick cover back. Bitting his lip in a failing attempt to hide his big, ear-to-ear, face spilting grin.

I glared at him hard enough to make my head ache. Seriously, truly, considering if I could kill him and get away with it.