Summary: Zach's loves pounding his little slut
Zach's POV
" Gods, I love fucking you," thick fog ghosting over milky planes, scattering dew drops across the painted hills. Back pressed flush to Zach's ebony headboard, knees easily pinned to his shoulders.
" Alpha," the whine slipping past parted lip. A quiet thump sounding, head now resting against the slab of wood. Heavy lids fluttering, frozen gems falling back, hiding within their sockets. A slow river of cooling sperm slushing from the crevice between thigh and chest.
" You're so little. So damn easy to fuck. So fucking tight~", Zach's pelvis pressing to plump ass cheeks, sinking his cock into his fleshy cave, losing himself in moist heat. Body rocking against the omega. The constant rhythm of the banging headboard only adding to the symphony of slick flesh and squelching thrusts.
Pathetic whimpers bubbled in his throat, popping with every caress of his prostate. Collapsing walls sending waves of thick pleasure through his alpha. The tsunamis drenching each and every nerve in almost numbing euphoria.
Corbyn was so weak, so easy to overpower, to control. And all because he was small.
Zach leaned into him, fangs nibbling incessantly at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Nuzzling the skin with his nose, the rabbit's sweet, desperate scent sending chills through him. The cool wind traveling along the ridges of his spine, almost freezing his blood.
Copper brown drifted over his belly, swearing he could see a lump. A small bump just beneath creamy skin, shifting with each rough jerk.
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What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots
RomanceFrom high school drama to jealousy With a bit of angst sprinkled in for variety A few smutty chapters every now and again Not to mention stories of true best friends With fluff to spare and most shots Corbyn centered If you're okay with a little ga...
