Manthony ✨

He's Got A Whip

~HE'S GOT A WHIP~

⚠️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~

He tosses me on the bed,

"Now, why am I punishing you?" His words snake through his lips. Not with anger but coated with pure lust,

"Because I teased you," I say, face growing red,

"That's right," he says and slaps me right on my ass. I don't say anything. I don't make a noise, but Lord does it feel good,

"Well?" He says and I open my mouth,

"I'm sorry," I whisper and he hits me harder,

"What was that?" He asks and I catch my breath, realizing I've been holding it,

"I'm sorry," I say louder and he shoves me down,

"I thought so," he says and I can hear something in his hand,

"What's-" I start to ask what he's got with him but he interrupts me,

"Take your clothes off," he says and I lay there for a moment, flabbergasted, "Now," he snaps and I'm about to face him when he hits me with something painful. He's got a fucking whip,

"Face the wall," he says and I can't believe he can make me obey like this. I get undressed and stay facing the wall on my knees. I can feel his breath on my neck as he comes closer, his lips gently touching my skin before he pulls away and surely leaves a mark on my back with the whip. I fall onto the bed,

"Did I say you could lay down?" He asks and I get up,

"No," I say and I'm desperate to look at him. He finally tells me to turn around. He's still fully clothed and he lets his eyes take in my whole body,

"On your hands and knees," he says and I get into position, waiting. He trails his fingers down my back and I'm getting pretty antsy when he raises the whip and brigs it down on my ass. I don't dare make a noise. He hits me harder,

"You know what I want," he says quietly in my ear, hitting me again and I let out a moan, "There we go," he says and I'm painfully hard at this point,

"Please," I start and he hits me,

"You don't talk when you're being punished, Mitchel," he goes to take out some lube from the drawer. He puts some on his finger and tosses the container onto the bed, coming up to me, on his knees behind me,

"Stay in this position until you can't," he says and I nod as he traces his finger and the cold substance around my entrance, a shiver running down my spine. I'm practically begging for him to stick his finger inside of me when he slips it in,

"Oh, Christian," I moan and he starts swirling it around,

"You like that?" He questions me as he circles his digit around,

"Yes," I sigh and he slips another inside of me, making scissoring motions until he presses his fingers into my prostate and rubs slowly. I arch my back, his hand lifts to my neck and squeezes lightly and I hold back moans,

"Come on," he says, teasing my prostate until I do moan and start to rock into his fingers, the slick sound making me even hornier, "Yeah, that's it," he whispers, "Such a good boy," he says in my ear as one hand moves to my hip and the other plays with me. He's fingering me until he's getting me higher by the second, rubbing my prostate in a million different pleasurable motions until I'm close already,

"Christian," I moan, trying to buck my hips into his hand, my thighs shaking,

"Stay like this until you can't, remember," he says and I nod, starting to fall over the edge as he keeps at me. The knot in my stomach is snapping as he swirls his fingers around. It finally snaps when he rubs at my prostate again, my climax erupting out of me and I shake until I collapse onto the bed, hearing him pull his fingers out of me. I can fucking hear it,

"Now I can say that I've made you cum with only two fingers in your ass," he smirks and I groan into his mattress,

"Do it again," I ask him and he grins, "Do it a million more times," I moan and he's taking his clothes off,

"Oh, baby," his voice is covered in lust, "This time you'll have to take my cock," and with those words I'm hard again, rubbing my hips into the mattress to try to get myself off. He flips me over though and climbs on top of me, putting some lube on his cock,

"Breathe, baby," he says to me and pushes in, making my eyes roll back as he starts to thrust slowly. Fuck, the pleasure just takes up my entire abdomen and I can only find words in the form of moaning, 

"Fuck," I moan, "Oh, God, Christian," I wrap my legs around his waist and help him push into me until we're both shaking with our climax. He releases inside of me and I let out an extended moan at the feeling, releasing onto his chest. He rolls over and I'm breathing heavier than ever. After a few moments we go to wash off for the evening, but I swear I can still feel him dripping out of me the rest of the night.