Manthony ✨

Wet Dream

~WET DREAM~

⚠️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~

We're kissing and his hands are all over me. Breathing is impossible. He's sucking the oxygen right out of my lungs. My soul is fighting for freedom against his wrath. He pulls me onto his hips. He drags his tongue across my jawline. Be careful. I can't see. His hair falls in my face. His rings dig into my skin. Smooth and cold. I blink and my shirt is gone. I blink again and I'm underneath him. It's all so surreal. He's dragging my pants down and my heart pounds. He kisses me again, his lips hot and wet. I close my eyes, begging for him to give me life in this intimate form of resuscitation. He breathes into my mouth, and I take it in, oxygen filling my lungs. His lips find my neck and he's gently grazing my skin with his teeth, leaving marks of his love on my body. My chest heaves as I watch him slide down farther to my navel where he licks just above the waistband of my boxers. I want to watch him but my eyes are hot with arousal and my face feels redder than ever. He doesn't talk when he does this. He's silent, kissing and sucking and licking at my body. I close my eyes rather than watch as I let anticipation flood my veins. He drags my boxers down with what feels like his teeth and I let out a sharp exhale. He blows cool air onto my skin, shivers racing down my spine, sweat gathering around the back of my neck. Oh God. He slowly takes the tip of me into his mouth and teases me with his tongue. I sigh and when I open my eyes, he's gone.

I sit up, cold sweat covering my body. My shirt is sticking to my chest and I lay back down, my head spinning. Did I really just dream about him fucking me? I'm not complaining but when I move to go wash my face, I feel moisture that's soaked onto my sheets. Apparently I had a wet dream and ejaculated everywhere. I feel embarrassed even though I'm the only one here. I strip the sheets and throw them in the shower, letting the water run over them as I pour a little soap on them. I get on my knees and start rubbing the soap in until it foams and then let it run under the cool rain as I go to wash my face. I rinse my hands from the dirty sheets and put water on my flushed cheeks. It's about 2:47 am and I'm exhausted. I finish washing my face and go back to cleaning the sheets. Christian's gonna know what's going on when he comes over. I bite my lip and get all the soap out, hanging the sheets up to dry. I take off my sweaty shirt and throw it in the laundry. I sit on the bathroom floor, feeling sweaty and nauseous. Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's the dream. I don't know. I feel sick and tired. Before I can think of anything else, I crawl towards the toilet and puke my guts out. I retch until I'm sure my stomach is empty. My throats on fire and my head is spinning. I rinse my mouth out once I can stand up and then drink a little, my stomach recoiling at the sweetness. I want to throw up again but I'm empty so I walk back to my bed and just lay there. I feel like shit. My mind keeps wandering back to Christian. What's he going to think when he sees the sheets? Is he going to think I'm touching myself again? I drag my hands down my face and try to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. He can't know I'm sick or he'll freak. My head throbs and I'm exhausted yet can't seem to close my eyes. I groan and grab a pillow, covering my head with it. The coolness of the untouched fabrics engulfs me until I make them hot again and I kick my pants off, sweaty again. I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling, the moon and city lights lighting up the darkness of my room. I feel the coolness of my fan drying the sweat to my skin and try closing my eyes. After what feels like hours, I'm still laying there when I hear the door open. I immediately sit up and take in his tall, broad shouldered silhouette. He walks over and stands in the dark so I can see his face,