What If?// More WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Jarbyn- Smut

This is the second part to the first Jarbyn smut I wrote where Jack and Corbyn fucked in a café bathroom
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Summary: No better way to punish a tease than teasing him

Jack's POV
His lips were soft against the exposed skin of my neck. His body hard as it pressed into mine, pinning me to our mattress.

My cheeks were flushed red, glazed eyes drifting to the side as he sucked yet another hickey into my flesh.

" Corbs. Daddy," I rolled my hips, desperate for anything other than kisses. He pulled back immediately, leaving me trembling as the cold air surrounded my naked body.

" Come back," I whined up at him, fumbling to grab the shirt he still had on for absolutely no fucking reason.

" What did I tell you?" Taking my wrist between his fingers, kissing at my palm. His voice patient, but firm.

" To wait," I mumbled, looking away from the larger boy.

" Look at me," he commanded instantly.

I chewed on my lower lip, but did as I was told. Slowly meeting his watching eyes.

" Why?"

" Corbyn, come on. I didn't even-", I yelped when he bit down on the hand he had been kissing. Silencing me with an icy stare.

" Why?"

" Because I was bad at the café," I muttered out, squirming just a little beneath his intense gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable with goose bumps erupting along my bare flesh.

" Be more specific," he breathed along my skin, going back to trailing those slow, tortuous kisses down my wrist, biting every now and again at my slim, muscled arms.

" I teased you while we were working," looking on as he worked his way to my shoulder, sucking a single hickey into the milky plane.

" There you go," he purred, low and rough, having moved up my jaw and back to my mouth. His breath warm against my lips, body still hovering awkwardly over my own.

" And what did I say in the bathroom?"

" That you wouldn't let me get away with it, but I didn't tease you this bad, Daddy. It was only for a little bit," I tried to catch his lips, tried to make up for it, but he pulled back from me, drawing a whimper from my throat.

" That doesn't matter," pressing a soft kiss to the back of my ear instead," Daddy wasn't planning on fucking and you were too impatient to wait. Isn't that right, slut?"

I whined in the back of my throat, reaching for his shirt with my free hand, only for him to grab it as well.

Soon, both were pinned over my head and he was straddling my waist, leaving me panting quietly from every tiny shift as his pants rubbed along my engorged shaft.

He sank his teeth into my ear lobe, hard enough to make me squeak," stop that," he rumbled, the threat in his tone clear.

" I-I... I wanna be a good girl, Daddy. Please," letting my head roll to expose more of my neck, Corbyn eagerly tucking away to bite and kiss.

" The more you rush me, the slower I'll go. So, if you wanna be good, then be patient, because good girls wait for their daddies. Isn't that right, Princess?" Lapping at my bobbing Adam's apple, pressing greedy teeth to it after.

I released a heavy, shaking breath," yes, Daddy. Good girls wait," I admitted, I had lost. Distantly I wondered if there was ever a chance I could win.