What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 18: After Class- Jorbyn

Summary: " Corbyn, I need you to stay after class."

Corbyn's POV
" Am I in trouble?" The words were spoken quietly, slowly meeting the gaze of his teacher.

The adult looked down at him, standing over his chair. A dark, strange haze lingering in steel-blue." You'll have wait to find out."

He continued his rounds through the desk. Corbyn watching, a butterfly fluttering deep in his belly, hating the idea of being alone with Mr. Marais.

The bell rang, sharp and foreboding. Daniel gathered his things, winking to his friend. Corbyn shot a half-hearted glare in his direction, more so pleading than pissed.

Mr. Marais looked on as his students departed, mumbling polite goodbyes to those who spoke, face unreadable.

Sharp fangs nestled into his lips, grinding down against the plush skin. The man standing to close the door, locking it silently. The teen swallowed hard, a strange noise erupting gently from his throat.

" Bend over my desk." The curt tone muffled just slightly, not facing his student.

" W-what?" Warm, crimson paint splattering his cheeks, eyes going wide.

" You heard me," he chuckled low, finally facing him," of course, you don't have to if you don't want too, but," he glided over while speaking. Ghosting gentle fingers down Corbyn's heated face," you do want too, don't you?" He smirked, purr rumbling in his throat.

Frosted gems flicked to the ground, lip still tucked firmly between his teeth. Fingers dancing just below his desk. Scolding himself for being so fucking obvious.

The faux blonde stood after a few moments of hesitation, feet barely dragging on his way over. Slowly leaning down, pressing his chest flush to smooth wood.

Mr. Marais steps were sharp, taunting. Something akin to Jason dragging his machete against the wall as he approached his helpless prey.

His touch was careful, fingers gripping gently at the helm of his ebony sweats. Gradually tugging, letting Corbyn feel the caress of midnight fabric.

Tthe briefs came next. Metal skies following their descent of slim legs, pooling just atop his pants.

Gentle digits ran over plump, pale mounds, tracing their magnificent curve. Feeling flesh tighten beneath his touch, the kid squirming.

Bloody cheeks pulsed with heat, the bright color leaking to the rest of his torso, hiding in his hands. Wishing he'd hurry up, or talk. Or insult him. Just anything other than this.

" Get the lube. It's in the first drawer." Shaky hands reached for the gleaming handle with furrowed brows, staring shortly at the bottle. Why the hell?

Mr. Marais's deep chuckle shook the air. Deciding to let his student ponder the question rather than answering.

Metal legs screamed against speckled tile. The older sitting, now eye-level with his opening." Are you a virgin?" The taller mused, popping the cap.

" N-no."

" Daniel?" He inquired, slick finger sliding between plump ass cheeks. Lubing the skin between, teasing his eager ring.

" Yeah." Milky hips pushed back gently. Frozen sapphires shielded by pale lids," go faster, please."

" So impatient," the thin digit invaded his inner most area. The little boy sighed quietly. It wasn't much, but it was something.

The snake wiggled within him, getting a feel for its new cave. Fleshy walls throbbed with heat, gripping and massaging, struggling to suck it down.

Its brother joined, the twins pulling apart, metallic blue watching Corbyn. The subtle scrunch of his nose, the wrinkle of his lids, the quiet groans falling to his desk.

The smaller rolled back, biting at his bottom lip," more, Mr. Marais, please."

" Call me Jonah." The third nuzzled against soft walls. Hand thrusting forward, beginning a rough rhythm.

Corbyn moaned low, the noise rumbling in the back of his throat, forcing himself to be quiet. Jonah moved forward, getting right between his legs. Wrist curving, bicep propelling the digits in and out.

The wet squish of each thrust right beside his head, echoing in his ear. A rough, low groan passing by barely parted lips. Cock swelling in his boxers.

The bottle gurgled, lube spraying from the nozzle and into his hand. Lathering his palm in the thick fluid, stopping just above his thumb.

Jonah dipped his pinky in slow, carefully studying Corbyn's reaction. Snow-white fangs nuzzled into his forearm, glistening gently, thick lashes fluttering. He laughed breathlessly, the little slut was loving this.

" S-sir," his whine pathetic, shaking with each thrust. The older pushing his fist deeper, thumb pad slipping between his cheeks, halting his exploration.

Jonah fucked the body with his hand. Slimy insides working around his fingers, squeezing the best it could. Adoring the way his hole gaped, swallowing the appendage, drooling any excess.

Burning cheeks slammed to smooth wood as Corbyn's head fell. A gleaming puddle of saliva forming, eyes glassy with euphoria.

Corbyn groaned out, flinching away. His teacher aimed for the spot. Teeth digging hard into his palm, face almost glowing.

The teen rocked in time with his thrusts. Throbbing erection leaking pre, pressing flush to his belly.

Jonah watched him come undone. Inky pupils traveled back, jaw going slack, dropping to the wood. His tongue slapping wetly against the desk. Penis pumping thick streams of creamy sperm, painting the front of his table white.

Mr. Marais slowed his movements, only half his fingers remained inside the overwhelmed boy. Fleeting clouds steamed glazed oak, frozen blue falling shut.

" You were so quiet. Such a good boy for me," his head dropped. Only the very tip of his tongue dipped into his student's warm hole. Mirroring the motions of his fingers, the frost blonde shuddering.

He stood with a chuckle, removing his hand. The little teen whimpered, poking his butt out.

A single corner of his mouth flicked up, undoing his button, pulling out his dick.

He grinded the pulsing erection between his plush mounds. Coating it thinly with lube, fucking his ass crack.

" Why don't we put all that stretching to good use?"

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Author's Note: Wattpad decided to be a dick. Apparently my internet wasn't good enough for it. So I'm a little late, but that's okay.