Manthony ✨

Don't Wanna Wake Up

~DON'T WANNA WAKE UP~

⚠️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

"You could fuck me in the back of your car," - Chase Atlantic (HER)

 ~Mitchel~

I'm driving with Christian sitting in the passenger seat and we're headed to pick Clinton up from the airport. It's dark out, the city lights shine bright and I'm trying to shift my attention away from Christian because he looks hot as hell today. His fingers have rings on them and I really want those hands on me right now. I'm hard now and I'm trying to focus on the road. My eyes keep drifting to Christian. I finally can't take it and start heading towards the closest exit,

"What're you doing? The airport's not for a couple more miles," Christian says but I just drive to the nearest parking lot and once I find a spot away from the other cars, I close all the windows and turn the music up, unbuckling my seatbelt as well as his, climbing on top of him. I kiss him and those hands go right to my hips. He pulls away a minute and looks down between my legs,

"Fuck, do you have to wear such tight jeans?" He asks and I feel arousal course through me,

"Why?" I ask, desperate to hear him admit his sexual thoughts to me,

"It makes me want your dick," he whispers and I start grinding my hips on him, knowing we don't have time to fuck, but Lord do I want to,

"We don't have time," he says quietly against my neck and I let out a soft groan,

"I know, but..." I can't help it, I'm horny as hell, I want him inside of me. I take my shirt off and let the shopping center lights reflect off of the chains on my neck. He slides his hands down my chest and rests his fingers on the waistband of my jeans,

"But what?" He asks and rubs his fingers over my skin, tapping on the button of my jeans,

"Take them off," I breathe and he grins,

"What about picking up your brother?" He asks and my fingers fly to the zipper of my jeans,

"I can't stand another second without you fucking me," I say and he groans, leaning his head back, letting me get undressed. I pull my pants down and sit on his lap to get the rest off of my legs, feeling his erection through my boxers. I grab his shoulder and get rid of my pants, then I stand up to the best of my ability and take my boxers off,

"Put your shirt back on so it's easier to get dressed," he says and I do, just wanting to get to the sex. He pulls his pants and boxers down and I don't want to prep, I just sink down onto him and he helps me get him all inside. I grind my hips on him and after about two minutes, my breathing shifts and I moan softly in his ear. I slow down a bit when someone walks by, trying not to make the car shake too much,

"Keep going," he breathes underneath me, his hands on my back, pulling me closer,

"One second," I gasp and once the person passes I start up again and he moans,

"Mitchel," his voice is covered in pleasure and that gets me ramming down on him until I can feel him coming inside of me. I keep going but he tells me to stop,

"Let me do it," he says and has me crawl to the backseat where I lean against the door and he moves his head up and down between my thighs. I groan and he keeps going, swirling his tongue around the tip and then deep throating me, having me releasing in no time. We get dressed as quickly as possible and start driving again. We decide we'll wash off in the bathroom at the airport. When our song comes on, I turn up the volume and we both sing. I sing my part and he echoes or he harmonizes, before singing his verse. I smile and he smiles back. If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up.