Manthony ✨

Lust

~LUST~

⚠️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~

"Mitchel," Christian is lying next to me, hand up my sweatshirt, "Baby," he whispers and I close my eyes as he pulls me close to him, "I love you," he whispers and eventually we're kissing. I lay on top of him and slide my hands down his face, to his neck, down his chest. He grabs my hips and sits up more, leaning against the backboard of the bed, holding me close as I kiss him. His hands are moving across my back until he's pulling at my shirt. I lift my arms above my head so he can take it off and he takes off his own. He kisses me again, until he pulls away and pulls me closer, letting his tongue drag over my nipple. I exhale, pressing my hands to the backboard. His tongue swirls in circles before he gently sucks on me. He moves to the other side and I let him, lost in the feeling. He makes noises in the back of his throat, arousing me more. I start to rut my hips against his and he pulls his mouth away from my chest,

"Baby," he says again and drops his lips to my collarbone, biting softly. I let out a sigh and flinch when he bites a bit harder. He pulls away and I don't need to ask to know there's a mark. I let him kiss up my neck and I'm so hard I can't see straight. I want him to fuck me already but he can tell so he doesn't. He's driving me wild with all the licking and sucking and kissing. I can't take it anymore. I try to pull away but he doesn't let me go,

"Mitchel, Mitchel," he's repeating my name, "Mitchel," his voice loud and clear rather than hazy, snaps me back to reality. I sit up and press my fingers to my collarbone, realizing there's no mark and it was all a dream,

"Fuck," I whisper and try not to make eye contact with him but he's grinning in my peripheral vision,

"You're hard," he smirks and I turn to him, "Were you dreaming about me?" He asks and I nod, watching as he comes over, "What happened?" He asks and here we go again,

"You weren't fucking me, you just kept teasing me," I say and he pulls down my pants in one quick swipe,

"Not this time," he grins and takes me into his mouth. I lean my head back and groan. His tongue is so good. I love the way he uses it. It makes me wanna shove myself down his throat. He drags his tongue along the underside of my dick and my, God, do I feel like losing my shit. He keeps going until I can't take it anymore,

"Christian," I gasp and he looks up at me, "Stop," I say and he has a perplexed look on his face,

"You okay?" He asks and I nod,

"I want to be inside you," I say and he sits on his calves,

"Okay," he says and lays down. I get on top of him and take his clothes off. I tear my shirt off and feel some sort of hot lust rush through my veins. I press my fingers into his mouth and he sucks on them until I pull them away and push them inside of him, not one, but two. I'm scissoring him open so I can get my dick inside of him faster. I feel him until he's groaning,

"Just fuck me before I lose it," he breathes and I slam into him. I feel feral. I just want to pound into him until he's a mess. And so I do. I pull all the way out and slam back in, over and over, fast. I want more. More. More. The bed is shaking and I can't get enough. His body is like a drug. I grab the backboard of my bed and lose my shit. I'm wild at the fact that I'm fucking him on my bed. He's moaning under me and his fingertips brush my hips,

"Mitchel," he moans and just my name coming out of his pretty mouth has me coming inside of him. I pump in and out of him until he's spilling all over me, "Fuck," he moans and grabs my hips, "Where did that come from?" He's out of breath and so am I,

"I have no clue," I breathe and lean down to kiss him as the explosions inside me go off. I want him in my veins. I want him. I want him. I want him.

I've fallen in lust.