Manthony ✨

Don't Tease Me

~DON'T TEASE ME~

⚠️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~

I want to feel the way I did when Christian fucked me last night. I've never felt anything so intense before. He has me addicted to the feel of him. He's laying next to me, asleep. I turn and wrap my leg over his hip and he turns onto his back, wide awake,

"I thought you were asleep," I say and he smiles,

"Nope," he whispers, turning and kissing me. My eyes slide shut and I kiss him back. Eventually, turning my neck to kiss him gets uncomfortable and I move, getting on top of his body and straddling his hips. I don't take my lips away from his as I move. The only noises are the fan whirring in the background and our mouths against each other's. After a while, we go from one long kiss to several small ones, breaths of air stolen in between. We're kissing until our breathing is shallow and our lips are wet and shiny in the moonlight. I pull away, a sudden rush of lust coursing through me,

"I don't want to want you this bad," I whisper, resting my forehead on his, breathing heavily. He gives my lips a quick kiss, "I need it all the time," I breathe,

"Let me fix it then," he whispers and swiftly removes my clothes as well as his own. He leaves me on top of him and looks into my eyes for a little while. I don't say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment. He reaches up and presses his fingers to my lips and I open my mouth, not needing further instruction. I suck on his fingers and when he pulls them away, I lift my hips a bit and watch his hand snake between my thighs and I lower my body back down, slowly onto his fingers. I inhale and just sit there a moment, getting used to the feeling before I start to roll my hips. His other hand rests on my hip and helps me move. Soon, I start lifting my body up and coming back down until I let out sighs of pleasure. He pulls his slick fingers out,

"Do you want to use lube or not?" He asks and I remember last night. Skipping lube was really intense. I want that feeling again but decide I shouldn't,

"Yeah," I say and I get off his hips so he can grab it. I watch him, antsy until he comes back and puts some on his dick. I lay down, waiting for him to top me but he lays down instead,

"Get on top of me," he says and I don't question it, I just straddle him again and sink down onto him,

"Christian," I whisper and he grips my hips, fingers cold on my skin,

"I know," he answers and I start to grind my hips against his. He closes his eyes and I keep going, slowly,

"Go faster," he says and I move a bit faster. He opens his eyes, "Don't tease me," he says and I go even slower now that I know what he wants,

"This is what you get for making me pass out," I say and he groans, adjusting his grip on me and pulling me forward, then pushing me back, repeating his motions, practically getting himself off with my body. I dig my knees into the mattress, stopping him from moving me and also pushing farther down onto him at the same time. He gasps and I smile,

"Hm?" I tease and he pulls me down, biting my neck. I gasp and he whispers in my ear,

"Tease me and I'll fuck you senseless again," his words make me shiver,

"What if I want you to," I say, playing with fire and he rams his hips up. I grab his shoulders,

"Do you?" He asks, eyes shining,

"Yes," I whisper and he flips me over. I stare up at him and he wraps his hand around my throat, making my dick surge, "Shit," I say against his hand and he starts to pump that cock into me. He hits my prostate every time but slows down when he pulls away so that I don't get what I want all the way,

"You don't tease me," he says and I'm trying not to lose my shit underneath him. He tightens his grip on my throat and my eyes roll back. He pushes into me so slowly I wrap my legs around his hips and try to force him into me faster, harder,

"Don't," he says and I groan again. His grip on my throat loosens a bit and he starts to go a bit faster. I feel the knot in my stomach starting to expand,

"Don't stop," I moan and drag my hands down his chest as he keeps going. His breathing is heavy and his hair is in my face. My heels find the bed and I ground myself. My hands fall from his chest and start grabbing at the sheets. I need to hold on to some sort of reality. I feel sweat start to coat my neck. When the knot in my stomach begins to break I wrap my arms around his back and dig my nails into his skin, moaning and arching my back. The orgasm rips through me and I feel his liquid filling me up. It all feels so good I drop myself from his body and lay on the pillows. The fan dries the sweat onto my body,

"Don't tease me," he says and I just moan knowing he likes it when I do. He inhales sharply when the sound comes out of my mouth, "God, don't look at me like that and moan" he admits,

"You were holding back," I change the subject and he runs his hand through his hair,

"Of course I was, yesterday you blacked out," he replies and we end up laying next to each other after we wash off and fall asleep. Love is strange.