#corbin mims

And identifying hastily that the origin of those steady steps was none other than the towering, olive-toned man approaching you, the corners of his mouth curled up into the beginnings of a smile.

Not a smirk or grin or something deviating from a mischievous intent. Only a achingly deep softness that yanked at the heart between your ribcage.

Corbin.

He stalled just before the circular edge of the daybed.

"Mind if I sit?" The deep timbres of his voice rumbled, extending the laced offer in a gilded presentation.

In that split, lulling breath, you felt all the reasons you should deny him swell up, so high in your chest that its seemed to press into your lungs. But then you caught that almost nervous gleam in the honeyed brown hues of his stare, the way he was subtly clenching his fist as though taken by timidity.

It didn't suit him--that tenseness that looked to be barricading his usual confidence, that seemed to have unsettled his balance.

With an almost indiscernible dip of your chin, you quietly accepted. "Okay."

In a few brief movements he was situated beside you, forearm resting atop his bent knee, bare chiseled chest caving with the extent of his sigh. The distance he maintained between your forms didn't pass without notice. Usually, when he was close, he ensured to be pressed up against you, your bodies in constant contact.

Now, he'd enlisted the weight of this separation. Instinctively, you wanted to bridge the gap, to burrow your face in the crook of his neck as you had done so many times before.

But, you refrained, allowing the languid perusal of your contemplation to rove across him.

The silence between you was firmed by the swirling tempest of words teetering on the edge of your lips--things that were probably better left unspoken. But still, you felt them.

Floating in the air, so palpable you could almost reach out and feel its textures.

In the end, none of those words came. Instead, Corbin's gaze flittered lower, to where your book was perched in your lap. He gestured towards it with the inclination of his chin. "Juliette still pissed at Warner?"

Your lips parted, accompanied by the slightest widening of your eyes. "You remember me tellin' you about that?"

The faint twang of your accent furled around the question, made a near impalpable arc take form on his mouth.

His eyes were dark usually--so much so that you had initially thought them to be brown when you first met. But now, with the sunlight streaming across his face, the intensity of his rich, hazel eyes swirled together the vibrant shades of chestnut and a foresty green, ringed by marigold.

"I remember all the shit you tell me." He said it so quietly it could've been a whisper.

The sincerity in his tone made your stomach roil with a distinctive kind of grief. Your face must have bared the effects of that declaration because you watched as his smile faltered, as his hands bunched into the fabric of the daybed as though to keep himself grounded. To keep himself from extending his touch in comfort.

You faintly shook your head, as if it would help clear away the haze of that emotion. Then, in a hushed admission, you said, "We probably shouldn't be talking right now."

You were right, of course. Ever since that challenge. You were, at least as the show proclaimed, "single and vulnerable". Corbin was coupled up with Kenzie, the choice given to America.

Were you so foolishly hopeful to think if the decision was in his hands, it would've been you who he would've picked as his connection?

The answer to your wondering was of no value regardless.

Three nights ago, under the guise of an exciting, sexy slumber party, the show had presented a challenge: find your connection while under the limitations of a blindfold and mark them with your unique color of paint.

You, having no partner, were simply instructed to stir trouble. To slather your hands in paint and touch and tease.

Simple enough.

So, you indulged in the blind crash of mouths and tongues and bodies. It was thrilling, erotic.

Until you had reached him.

You'd known immediately when your lips touched his that it had been Corbin who your hands slid along, guiding down the planes of muscle and heat he gave. Had known by the familiar way he positioned his hands at the dip of your waist, the curve of your nape. The way he let a muffled fuck escape his thoughts and rumble against your colliding lips. The way he gripped a fistful of your hair and slung your thigh over his lap so you were straddling him, pressing your weight down.

How when you'd begun to retreat, knowing this kiss had lasted too long, that this kind of stirring trouble would only bring consequences--he had grasped you by the hips and held you down, eager for more.

And when it was revealed that you were branding each boy with sticky streaks of white paint.

And when everyone saw that all the paint smeared across Corbin was tinted lighter, that coatings of white were along his cheeks and stuck in hair and plastered along his broad chest.

More so than any other boy.

Trouble was stirred indefinitely.

By the end of the night, word of Kenzie and Corbin's argument had journeyed through every hall and staircase of the Villa and curled around every ear.

Including yours.

Especially yours.

Since you were the topic of the disagreement.

You had attempted to pull Kenzie for a chat to discuss the events of the challenge, to maybe quell the rising tensions and squash any drama. But ultimately, you could only offer an apology.

Had you really taken it too far? You supposed so and had tried your best to make amends.

And in the days since the slumber party, you'd been carefully, tactfully avoiding Corbin. When he joined a conversation, you discreetly left, feeling only the heavy poundage of his stare burning along your spine as you walked away. In the morning, when he delivered breakfast to Kenzie, you kept your head down, eyes locked onto any sight other than him.

He noticed. Of course he did.

He'd lasted half a day of it--of your silence, of only hearing your laughter at a distance and not directed towards him, of constantly seeking your gaze only for it to be cast elsewhere.

He had walked up to you while you were buckled over in a fit of laughter from something Aniya had said. For that flicker of a instant, he breathed lighter at the sight of you with such joy.

He'd asked to pull you for a chat.

You hesitated--the plushness of your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you mulled over it.

And, you had denied him.

He'd wanted to protest, to demand it, to plead for just a moment to simply talk. Instead, you had watched the muscle in his cheek shift as he clenched his jaw, nodding tightly before walking away.

You'd watched every step he took as it carried him farther. Wished every second that he would turn back around.

But then, out of the rims of your vision, you descried a heavy glare from where Kenzie was sat not so far away, and you quickly ripped your attentions back.

A night later and his endurance fumbled again.

He caught you as everyone was getting ready for bed. You'd misplaced your water bottle, having forgotten it in the kitchen earlier in the day. He'd slipped out the bedroom without notice from anyone else and followed you down the stairs.

Fiji's night had carried a chill that raised goosebumps all along your flesh, causing a faint shiver to wrack your frame. The darkness swathed the Villa in one large, inky blanket, neon lights and the moon being the only instances of illumination.

And when Corbin had said your name, the octaves of his call balancing just below a shout--you'd startled in a jump, a sharp yelp escaping you as he'd taken you by surprise.

When you turned to be greeted by the sight of him, relief doused your body, the hand you had splayed against your chest measuring each heaving breath,

He'd let out a light, slightly amused chuckle, along with an apology. "My bad, ma. Didn't mean to scare you."

Ma. Your heart twisted at the sound of that nickname. How it only ever left his mouth when you were around.

Then the confrontation hit.

You didn't deign any interest in the conversation, but he wouldn't grant you the liberty of evading him this time.

You had argued. He had raised his voice in frustration. You failed to take that in jest.

The peaceful conversation Corbin had imagined transformed to a screaming match. So much so that Sincere and Bryce had rounded the corner of the staircase with Trinity not far behind, their eyes wide in confusion.

Trinity had consoled you, asking for the details of what the hell had happened as she led you to the glam room.

The whole Villa went to sleep later that night. And when they did sleep, you didn't, too suffocated by the heat of your anger and the billowing of unease straining your conscience.

And now, for the first time in a day, since that late night dispute, Corbin faced you once more.

We probably shouldn't be talking right now.

Your utterance clamored in his mind. It resided with truth. But he still couldn't summon enough of a care to address it.

"To be honest, I don't give a fuck what we should be doing."

You looked up at him then, surprise flickering through your eyes as they met his own.

You watched the swell of his chest as he inhaled a powerful breath, as though steeling himself. "I shouldn't have yelled at you the other night. That shit's on me," he spoke clearly, each vowel potent and assured. No trace of hesitance or ingenuity in the statement.

He held you captive in his gaze, never letting his eyes stray.

"Yeah, you were a real piece of shit," you agreed. The insult held no real intent behind, for a teasing inflection imbued your every syllable. The brittle smile that your humor earned from him sewed together whatever cracks had been left in your chest since your argument.

"I'm sorry, too. For avoiding you," you relinquished your grip on any pride that still dwelled, prepared to strike still after the hurled, hurtful things you both had spoken that night. "Just with Kenzie and the challenge, I didn't wanna start any more drama, you know. And, Kenzie is my friend and all."

Your eyes had fallen downcast, towards where you fidgeted by twisting your fingers together.

You felt his hand brush along your jaw. His thumb settled on your chin and tipped your face up. "Yeah, I get that," he murmured lowly, his pupils dilated as they roamed across the curves of your face. "Fuck, but, don't do that no-talking-to-me bullshit again, alright."

"I missed talking to you." The confession slipped past your lips.

Maybe you should've caged that thought deep into the crevices of your mind, hidden behind the heavy walls of your heart.

But, maybe, because of the gentle notes in his voice as Corbin whispered back, "Me too."

Maybe that made it worth it. Worth the risk of it all.

"Stop looking at me like that," you ordered when you saw his eyes plunge to the bow-shape of your mouth.

"Why?"

His eyes were fastened to the shape of your lips as they delivered your response.

"Because it usually only gets us in trouble."

His vivid hazel gaze, framed by a sweep of dark lashes flickered up to fully grasp your attention, to fix you to the substance of his words.

"We like trouble."

And then, his mouth was colliding against your own.

“Aye! Come into Soul Ties with me, real quick.” Corbin called out to you.

“What yall think he finna do to her this time?” Melanie asked.

“Kiss the shit outta her.” Trinity said.

She was damn right too. As soon as yall got into the Soul Ties bed, he was all over you. He started with your forehead, giving it many kisses.

Then to your cheeks, kissing them gently. Then your nose, kissing it from the temple to the bottom of your nose.

Then he kissed your jawline, he kissed both sides. And then he kissed both your ears. Then he went down to your neck, making sure to avoid the sensitive parts because he knew this could turn from sweet to sex real quick.

Then he kissed your chest, all over, and then your shoulders. Making sure he misses nothing. Then he kisses your breast. Nothing sexual of course, he just needs to make sure he gets everywhere.

Then to your stomach, your belly button, your hips, and the top where your waistband was. He knew not to get lower because like i said, it can turn from sweet to sex real FAST.

Then he kissed your legs, your knees and all the way down to your feet. He then turned you over.

“Gotta make sure I get that ass.” He said before slapping it. Then he kissed both cheeks before flipping you over again and kissing you.

“I really hope they don’t include this shit in the episode.” You said, groaning.

“At least I’ll have something to get off too when we get home.” He said.

corbinhc’s during the challenge, when you finally walked into the accountant's office , you were surprised to see this tall caramel man walk out of a secret room.

you were in shock thinking about how all the other girls played it off so well. when he came out you were a little blinded by lust so you kissed him softly and with rhythm. you grabbed this back of his head and neck while he picked you up and pinned you to the wall. tilting your head slightly downward to kiss him deeper.

when you left the room and went back to your seat Melanie turned to you and told you it took longer than any of the other girls.

corbinhc’s later when you guys went back into the villa you stayed with your couple until you were called to the fire pit to meet the man you kissed earlier

when he got the chance to learn and talk to the girls away from the other boys. feeling a bit ashamed you zoned out not paying much attention to what was being talked about.

when he noticed you not paying attention to what was being talked about but he didn’t call out but he was a bit more interested.

corbinhc’s throughout the days he kept pulling you for chats and at first you kept your distance wanting to explore but also wanting to respect your couple but soon enough you started falling for him a bit more and then those chats turned into ending with making out

corbinhc’s between these chats you talked to him casually, showing him your humor like when he said he doesn’t dream you told him your dream that night.

corbinhc’s when it was time for the recoupling you were shocked that he chose you, completely blindsided, you sat back down now in a couple with him

corbinhc’s getting into bed and trying to fall asleep when you start feeling him kiss all up on your neck and collar bone. he was borderline making hickies on your neck. turning over and meeting his lips with yours

corbinhc’s where he gets a bit competitive whenever you guys do a challenge

corbinhc’s where he always takes pictures of you. majority of his camera roll is just you candid or not

corbinhc’s where he always flicks bugs off of you since you guys are on a tropical island

corbinhc’s whenever you guys are around each other you sit on his lap as he strokes your leg with different shapes and rubs it up and down

corbinhc’s where you get nervous when he stares at you

corbinhc’s where you guys make out in the shower when you guys shower together

corbinhc’s where he fills up your water bottle when he knows it’s empty

corbinhc’s where when you guys leave the villa you guys start hanging out at both of your guys place

corbinhc’s where he always opens doors for you

corbinhc’s where you guys workout together

corbinhc’s where you cry in his buff arms

corbinhc’s he rests his head on your head since your shorter then him

corbinhc’s where when you guys are in his car you make videos singing along to don toliver

a/n: did you guys realize i never had my first kiss or what