Corbyn: Let's just say. Corbyn told you NOT to take or wear his flannels without his permission, You rolled your eyes as he was still downstairs making dinner for you both, Music playing through the speaker, playing Frank Ocean.
You giggle and look through the halls and down the steps as you see Corbyn is still cooking, You bite your lip and sneak into Corbyns' room and grab one of his flannels, a dark green one that's super comfy.
Y/N giggles and slides off her bra and panties, leaving them on her boyfriends clean and made bed. Y/N grabs the flannel and puts it on, buttoning it all the way up and you close his door halfway once your finished.
"Hey baby, Do you want salad on your plate?"Corbyn says and yells up to you, turning the stove off.
You walk downstairs and smile, Corbyn looks up at you and his smile drops. Knowing you shouldn't be wearing his flannels without his permission.
"I would love that, Corbie.."Y/N says softly and bites her lip, smiling and finally stepping in front of her boyfriend.
Corbyn sets both of your plates down and shoves you up against the cabinets making a loud thump sound, making you moan.
"Mm"Y/N whimpers and looks up at her angry lover.
"What the fuck happened to you following my rules?"Corbyn says and you look down, Corbyn grabbing your chin and making you look up at him" What happened to you asking for things?"He says and gently rests his hand around your neck.
"I-I wanted to look good for you.."Y/N says and bites her lip, loving his hand around her neck. "You look so hot with that watch on.."Y/N looks up at Corbyn.
"That's what you like?"Corbyn says and steps closer to her.
"Mhm"You moan out.
"Before we eat, I want you spread out on the table and bend over"Corbyn says whispering deeply into your ear.
"Yes, sir"
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