Manthony ✨

Karma

~KARMA~

⚠️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

~Christian~

I stand in the shower, thinking alone in the dark. Ever since I fucked the shit out of Mitchel I've been in a state of semi-hardness. That event happened three days ago. All I can imagine is the way his tight ass fits my dick. I get harder at the image of his flushed face when I fuck him. He's so submissive to me. The way he says my name. The way he moans. The way he begs. Oh, God. I needa get off. I wrap my hand around myself and start pumping my hand. I close my eyes, the image of Mitchel with those tight jeans and tight chains around his neck clouds my vision and I moan. I move my hand faster and my legs start to shake when I imagine Mitchel letting me fuck him out like I did a few days ago. I groan and release right down the drain, the shower water and my cum mixing. The smell sucks so I start using some soap to wash off and get rid of the stench. I finish up and dry off, heading to bed with just some boxers on. I pull back my clean hair and lay in the covers. I can't stop thinking about Mitchel. I really don't want to have to touch myself again (and I don't want him to know I touch myself thinking about him) so I face the city through my window and watch ads that pop up on the sides of buildings. I feel myself starting to drift off when I hear a noise. My phone. I reach over and grab it, staring at my Lock Screen for a second. Me and Mitty. I smile a little and open the phone to a message from him:

Mitty🤑: I need you

I blink and then start typing back:

Me: You okay?

Mitty🤑: I'm so fucking hard

Oh, God. I swallow and type back:

Me: You need my cock to fill you up?

Mitty🤑: Fuck. Yes. Oh God. Can I come over?

Me: Hurry up.

I put my phone down without waiting for a response because I know damn well he needs me. I'm laying in bed until the door opens and closes. I turn and watch him already start to slip his shirt off and unbutton his jeans, sliding them down those legs and to the ground. He starts walking over to me in his boxers but damn, I want more,

"Take them off," I say and he stops, taking them off, obeying like he always does. I stare at that pretty cock and he climbs onto the bed,

"Let me kiss you, Kras," he whispers and I close my eyes, waiting as he slips his tongue in my mouth, his lips pressing to my own like we're two pieces of a puzzle. I wrap my arms around him and we're kissing until he seems to be straddling me,

"Let me see your cock," he breathes and I'm hard as fuck,

"Not yet, baby," I whisper and he makes a guttural whining noise in the back of his throat, "You're so needy," I point out the obvious and he slides his tongue along my jaw. I don't let myself shiver under his touch,

"You're all I can think about," he says and I slide my hands down his back until I'm cupping his ass,

"Is that so?" I ask and I can see his head nod in the dark,

"You make me feel so full," he whispers in my ear and I can't help but shiver now. I want my clothes off. Now. I fumble for my boxers and start pulling them down. He shifts down until he's sitting on my shins. I pull my underwear down to my thighs and he moves off to the side so I can completely take them off,

"You're so pretty," he whispers and I grab his shoulders,

"Let me inside of you," I growl and he moves up, sinking down onto me. His smooth hips are against my broader ones and his hands are exploring my hair. He shifts a bit and my dick surges, making me inhale sharply, my hands flying to his waist,

"Don't do that," I say and I don't need to see his face to know he's grinning,

"This?" He says and does it again, teasing me,

"Mitchel," I warn him and he leans down, kissing me until my abdomen tenses and I buck my hips up, almost naturally. He gasps and I know that my control of the situation is coming back. I do it again and he moans against my lips, making mine tingle with the vibration. His hands are against my chest,

"More," he says and I do it again and again until he's breathing heavy and I flip him over, smashing him between the pillows and slam myself into him, feeling his legs wrap around my waist as I fuck him,

"Christian," he moans and I press my knees into the mattress, sliding a hand around his throat and pressing enough to make his eyes roll back. God, he's so tight. I groan as I pull out and push back in. I can feel his pulse in his neck against my strong hand and I keep pushing into him, each thrust brings another glorious sound from his mouth. I look at his features in the dark, illuminated by the city lights and feel lust coursing through my veins,

"I want you," I admit, "You're all mine," I tell him and he pulls me closer, our lips fighting for control but he knows he's going to lose and pulls away. We keep going until my thrusts are sloppy and his breathing is ragged. I angle myself differently so that I can hit that spot inside of him. When I snap my hips forward he practically screams and clenches around me. I keep going until he comes undone underneath me. He's a moaning mess and I go deeper until I myself release within him. He's shaking under my body and his chest heaves,

"Oh my God," he breathes and I pull out of him,

"What?" I ask and he groans,

"Why is it so good?" He asks and I laugh, brushing his braids out of his face. He's flushed. He's sweating. I can see it in the dark. Like he always is after he orgasms. I roll over and don't even bother dressing as I face outside. I can feel him shivering,

"Are you cold?" I ask,

"No," he whispers, "How am I supposed to stop? I want more and more," he continues and I roll over to face him. He's so light I grab him and pull him on top of me,

"Whenever you need it," I say, dragging my fingers down his chest, "Find me and I'll be waiting," I say and he exhales sharply,

"What if I need you all the time," he asks and I smile against his lips that are now brushing mine,

"Then you better learn not to touch yourself like I said," I hate how much I love telling him what to do,

"I can't help it," he whispers, "I want you so bad," he goes on, "So fucking bad," he groans and kisses me with wet, glistening lips. He breathes heavily when he pulls away and brushes his thumbs over my cheeks. I grab his wrists,

"Mitchel," I say and my train of thought is lost when his tongue is in my mouth. I can't help but moan at the way his mouth moves on mine. Just when I'm getting hard again he pulls away and smirks,

"Not tonight," he whispers and heads toward the door, leaving me desperate,

"Wait," I say, and he just pulls his clothes on and walks out, leaving me sweaty and turned on.