Manthony ✨

Devilish

~DEVILISH~

⚠️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~

Once we get back to our hotel, he takes his shirt off and I stop him,

"Leave your pants on," I feel like teasing him so when he groans and drops his shirt I grin and sit on the edge of the bed, "Come here," I say and he does. Once he's close enough, I grab him by the waistband of his jeans and let my fingers climb up his stomach up to his chest then to his chin,

"Mitchel," he practically warns and I wink, sinking to my knees and start to unbutton his pants with my fingers then using my teeth to drag the zipper down. He's watching me, I know he is. I move past his hard-on and then I drag his pants down to his ankles and he steps out of them,

"What about the me bending you over part?" He asks, voice rough and I stand up, looking in his lust clouded eyes. I kiss the tip of his nose and pull my own clothes off,

"Here it comes," I whisper and turn around. He doesn't waste a second as his hands are already on my hips and he pulls my body to his chest,

"Feel that?" He asks and I start rubbing my hips against him,

"Uh huh," I tease and he digs his nails into my skin at the friction, making me let out a soft moan of pleasure. I like the pain,

"Does it hurt?" He asks and I shake my head,

"It feels good," I whisper quietly, and he groans, pushing his leg in between mine, kicking my feet apart and pushing my face into the bed. He slaps me right on my ass and I bite my lip,

"Thought you were gonna be in control?" He asks and I don't answer. He slaps me harder and I moan,

"No," I say and he wraps a hand around the back of my neck, squeezing lightly and leaning down to whisper,

"That's what I thought," before he heads over to grab some lubricant. I don't dare move. I'm painfully hard and the stinging in my hips is heavenly. I slowly rub my hips against the sheets, moaning softly at the pressure and he comes back so I stop, not wanting to get caught. He puts some of the cold substance on his finger before putting it on the rim of my ass,

"Tell me how bad you want it," he says and I exhale, my breath full of desperation and arousal,

"I want it," I say and he spanks me again, "I want it so bad," I whisper and he tells me to say it louder, "I want it, I want it, I want it," I say and he pushes his finger inside of me, liking my submission. He pushes another one in after drizzling more lube on his fingers, preparing me for the dick I'm craving. His fingers curl into my prostate and my back arches, "Ohhh, Christian," I moan into the comforter and he pumps his fingers faster, rubbing my prostate until I'm gripping the sheets, begging him to stop so I can finish with his dick. Eventually, he's had enough fun and he pulls his fingers out. I've never been so wet. I turn my head to watch him lube his cock up and I moan at the sight,

"Quit staring, slut," he says and I moan at the degrading. He doesn't take it slowly, knowing I'm a sucker for the pain. He thrusts his entire length into me and my eyes tear up,

"Oh, God," I gasp and he pulls out only to push back in, going fast right away. My prostate is on fire and it feels so good I think I might cum on the spot. I can't stop moaning, the pain and pleasure doesn't even feel real. Soon, I can hear his own noises as he reaches his high and I feel him release within me. The feeling is enough for my back to arch and me to burst all over the edge of the bed. He pulls out and flips me over, kissing me and grabbing my dick. I groan into his mouth and he doesn't seem to care, loving to overstimulate me. He's kissing me with tongue and jerking me off and soon enough I release all over his navel and he watches me sink down to the floor,

"Christian," I whisper and he helps me up,

"Come on, baby, let's go clean up," he says and he's about to drag me to the shower with him when I whip him around and toss him on the bed, crawling up towards him with pure desire,

"Did you think we were done?" I ask and the fear and excitement mixing in his eyes makes me hard again,

"Kinda," he says quietly and I drag my nails down his thighs lightly before grinning,

"Not yet, baby," I feel devilish as I take his cock into my mouth and roll my eyes back, groaning to turn him on and he's already grabbing the sheets and moaning in the pillows. Fuck. He's all mine.