His Chair

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~HIS CHAIR~


⚠️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


"Tryna fuck me, I'm like okay," - Chase Atlantic (OKAY)


~Christian~

He's got me tied to his chair in his room under the red LED lights he stole from me. I feel the rope rubbing against my bare wrists and ankles, but little does he know I'm into it. I like the pain that comes with the rough material. It's dark tonight, the moon barely visible through the clouds. I'm naked and I don't mind it, even though he's circling around me, fully dressed like he's the predator and I'm the prey. I love being a switch, if I'm being honest. You get to experience dominance and submission. Both are equally good in my opinion. He pulls at my hair and takes it out of its tie. I shake my head and let my hair settle. He keeps walking around, going counterclockwise now. I sit and wait, patiently even though I'm itching for him to touch me. The fact he's still dressed feels a bit unmerited on my part, considering I'm already waiting for him, fully exposed. I start to blush after a while of him looking at me when he slowly peels his shirt off and drops it. I stare at his chest, his abs, the way that V of his muscles points right at his dick. I want it. I want it all. I want him. He seems to notice, looking down at my own dick and grinning. He takes his tight jeans off and stands in front of me in his boxers. I can't stop my eyes from dropping further down his body and he grins again, coming over to me and straddling me, not bothering to remove the fabric separating us. He looks at me, arms around my neck,

"Tell me how bad you want it," he teases, looking right in my eyes,

"Don't tease me, Mitchel," I warn, trying to act as if this doesn't bother me. He nuzzles his face into my neck and I can't stop the gasp that comes from my lips when he sucks on the skin of my throat. His hands are on my dick out of nowhere and he rubs the head of me with his thumb, trying to make me give in, knowing it's working,

"Feels good, huh?" He asks and I let out a small groan and put my head on his shoulder,

"Yes," I breathe and drop my lips to his chest as he touches me. I flick my tongue over his nipples and gently suck on them, making him moan softly as his hand starts to take over rather than just his fingers. He pulls away though, standing up and I'm sure he's going to leave me hanging when he takes his boxers off,

"Fuck, I need it," he breathes and sinks down on my dick, so needy he gets me all in in one try,

"Jesus," I gasp and he presses his chest to mine, wrapping his arms around me, the chair pretty stable. He starts to roll his hips on me and it feels so good,

"Oh, baby," he groans and goes a bit harder. The way he groans has my abs tightening as he continues to grind on my dick. I can tell he didn't tease me any longer than he did because he's needy as hell right now. He goes harder and grunts as he goes up and down on me,

"Oh, fuck," he moans as he bounces on my hips, "Christian," he's breathless and it's so hot,

"Baby, let me out of the restraints, I want to pound you to my bed," I beg him and he just grabs my shoulders and loses it, fucking me hard and fast. He's not going to stop and he's close. After I while I come inside of him and he's still going, moaning when I thrust up into him,

"Christian, oh God," he starts to come around me and drops his head to my shoulder, moaning against my neck. After a while of sitting there, he pulls away and lets me out. My wrists and ankles are bloody but I like it,

"Get on the bed," I say and he crawls onto it, waiting for me. I get on top of him and kiss him deeply before pulling away to suck his dick. He groans and his fingers are in my hair. Every damn time he touches my hair. I moan against his dick and his grip tightens. He gasps my name in the way that makes me sweaty. I love doing this for him. I hope he knows that I don't feel like it's a task. I keep going until he's releasing. When he's done, I don't want anything for myself. I just want to kiss him. We kiss until we kiss towards the bathroom and into the shower where he gives me a blowjob anyways. When we get out, we go to bed, and I spoon him close to me. We fall asleep in no time.

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