Manthony ✨

Rules

~RULES~

⚠️TW: ⚠️Smut - If you do not like smut, don't read! Thank you and enjoy! :)

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

~Mitchel~

Christian's been on my mind all day. I sit in my chair by my bed and stroke my dick. I close my eyes and wrap my hand around my entire length, picturing Christian making me bend it for him over the fucking sink. My hand pumps faster at that thought and my heels dig into the floor,

"Fuck," I mutter, bucking my hips into my hand. My breathing turns ragged, and I pinch my tip, a small moan escaping my lips as Christian clouds my mind. I pump myself all the way to climax, blurry vision making my eyes hot. I groan and my body goes slack. I hear a knock at the door and panic,

"Uh- who is it?" I call, pulling my release-covered pants up but Christian barges in and stares at my bare hips and my dripping cock,

"I- uh," I'm so embarrassed. Oh, God. Christian closes the door and locks it. I leave my pants hanging by my thighs, blushing, 

"You were touching yourself, weren't you," he asks and smirks, coming closer,

"I-" I stumble, smelling his fresh scent as he's right in front of me, "I couldn't get you out of my mind," I admit, face hot as he whispers in my ear,

"Is that so?" He asks, grabbing my hips and dropping to his knees, licking me clean before he tells me to face the wall and put my hands on it. I do, and he continues on, 

"Tell me what you thought of while you touched that pretty cock of yours," he whispers in my ear and I'm hard again,

"Christian," I warn, shivering when he starts licking my entrance,

"Tell me," He purrs, standing up now, his lips pressing lightly to my neck, "Tell me how hard I make you, tell me how wet your tight hole is right now," he slides his ringed fingers down my neck and traces my abs under my shirt,

"So wet," I whisper, vulnerable, "So fucking wet," I say, and he grins, his fingers trailing down my back, down my ass and he teases my entrance again, this time swirling his finger in circles around the slickness. I close my eyes and lean my forehead on the wall,

"You're dripping for me," Christian purrs in my ear and starts moving his knee against my dick, my eyes roll back as he plays with me,

"So wet for me," he continues, his fingers not inside of me, teasing until I beg. I want those fingers inside of me. So fucking bad. I open my eyes,

"Christian," I whisper, and he takes his hand away, stops moving his knee,

"Shh," he says and turns me around again, falling to his knees once more and flicking his tongue over my tip,

"Fuck," I say and feel some of my arousal pool out of my stomach and drip out of my slit,

"Moan for me," Christian purrs, taking me all into his mouth and I do moan. My abs tighten as his warm, wet mouth engulfs my needy cock. My thighs start to tremble and my fingers grip my pants,

"God, just like that Christian," I groan, and he swirls his tongue around me, making me grab his blonde hair and push his head down on me until his nose is pressed to my abdomen,

"I've needed you all day," I start, vulnerability pouring out of me, "All I want is your cock, your mouth, your fingers, you," I say and he pulls away, just sucking at the tip and lapping at my slit until my thighs tighten once more and I release down his throat, fucking moaning when he moans against me. He looks up at me and wipes his mouth, clearly having swallowed,

"Now," Christian gets up and throws me onto the bed, "Let's see how you take me inside that tight ass of yours," he says and I immediately turn around on the bed, giving him my backside, really horny at this point,

"Please," I moan, "All I've thought of today is you inside of me," I prop myself on my forearms and his body is over mine,

"Good," he says, "Because all I want is to be inside of you," he says and thrusts in without any lubricant. I practically scream,

"Shhh, take it like the slut you are," he says and I splay my arms out above my head as he pumps into me, back and forth,

"You don't know what you do to me," I whisper and he grips my hips hard enough for me to feel his cool rings dig into my skin,

"Oh, I think I know," Christian slams into me, making my prostate throb and my eyes water, "I bet you fucking look at me and need to touch yourself," he says and I groan, "What did I say about touching yourself, Mitchel?" He slams into me again and the tears spill,

"I can't help it," I choke, "Oh, God, Kras, I'm going to cum," I moan, gripping the sheets, my thighs tightening,

"Not yet," he growls and I cry out,

"Please, I can't help myself, I need to get off because of you," I'm practically sobbing, "All the time," I admit and he starts moving again and I'm clenching around him. My stomach is so tight with pleasure I can't think straight,

"Your cock is mine," Christian says, "I'll pound into you just right every damn time," he says and I'm a moaning mess under him, my prostate throbbing wildly, "I get to taste you, I get to stroke you, I get to tell you when to cum," he says and I'm nodding, "And you don't get to touch yourself unless I say so, you hear me?" He asks and I start to moan like wild,

"Yes, fuck, yes," My vision is blurring, "Oh God," I moan and he thrusts right into my prostate three times straight until I spill all over his thick dick and moan his name until he cums too,

"God, Christian," I groan and breathe heavily, "Fuck," I whisper and he pulls out of me, leaving me sore. He flips me over and grabs my throat, making me make some sort of strangled noise. I want him to squeeze harder and when he does I'm bricked up for a third fucking time. I want bruises on my neck when he's done with me,

"Look in my eyes," he says and I do, staring at the lust clouding within them, "I want to suck your pretty cock until you sob," he says and I exhale sharply,

"Please," I say, and he smiles, sliding his tongue down my stomach until he's licking my shaft. I'm so numb but yet his hot tongue on my worn out dick feels fucking delicious,

"You taste fucking heavenly," he moans against my dick and I get hard all over again. It hurts and feels great all at once,

"Please," I beg, and he starts sucking me like he's starved, moaning around my length and making me shake, my thighs tighten and I'm so aroused, I've climaxed three times and I'm covered in sweat. I push Christian's head down my length and he bobs his head,

"Mmm, Mitchel," he hums against me, "Oh, oh, God, your taste," he moans and Jesus the way he's groaning and saying my name is enough to make my balls tighten. He's jerking himself as he eats my dick. The fucking sight of it makes me take one of my fingers and shove it inside of me, aside from his mouth on my cock,

"Say my name again," I breathe and he pulls away, gripping me and looking into my eyes. My finger keeps circling my prostate,

"Mitchel," he moans staring right into my eyes and he licks his lips, "Mmm, Mitchel," He does it again and it's over, I feel my orgasm rip me apart and I start bucking into my hand, three fingers now inside of me. I moan, my fourth climax of the night rushing through me,

"God," Kras says, staring at my slick fingers, "I can do a lot to you," he smirks and I collapse onto the bed, completely worn out,

"I don't think I can stand," I say and he smirks,

"You're welcome," he says, "Oh, and by the way, it's hot to watch you fuck yourself," he grins and gives me a quick kiss on the lips before he walks off to the shower, leaving me sore and thoroughly fucked out on my bed.