Manthony ✨

Hairbrush

~HAIRBRUSH~

⚠️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

~Christian~

He's brushing my hair for me after I'm out of the shower and I stare out at the city through the dark of the room. It's putting me to sleep, the calming of the brush on my scalp. I close my eyes and his fingers run through my hair, then the brush and so on. It's a peaceful, romantic moment until I'm suddenly overwhelmed with butterflies in my stomach. He definitely can't see my facial expression since it's dark, but it's like he feels when I'm horny. He drags his fingers from the top of my head, down my neck, tracing my spine and he stops at the waistband of my boxers,

"What is it, baby?" He whispers in my ear and I shiver, gripping the sheets so I don't just whip around and say something stupid,

"Nothing," I attempt a dumb response and I can practically hear his smile,

"It's definitely not nothing, Christian," he says and I know exactly what I want but I'm pretty sure he'll walk right out the door of the hotel if I say it. I just bite my lip and watch him crawl over to the side of the bed so he can get on the floor and look up at me,

"Just tell me," he says quietly and I'm unable to control myself anymore, the words slipping out,

"Can you spank me with that hairbrush?" I feel my face heat up and my hand covers my mouth as if I just said the worst obscenities known to man. I can see his eyes slightly widen in the dark and my eyes wander down to his shorts. He's hard, so maybe I didn't exactly say the worst thing. The city lights illuminate his figure as he stands up and I sit up on the bed. He just looks at me for a minute and then the hairbrush and I'm second guessing myself when he pushes me down and crawls on top of me, kissing me with a different kind of urge. He rips off my boxers in one quick swipe and pulls away from my mouth,

"Mit-" he doesn't let me finish before he's kissing me again and I can't tell what is going on in his mind right now,

"Shut up," he says quietly against my lips, pulling away and straddling my hips,

"Did I-" I'm about to ask if I bothered him with my request when he flips me over and spanks me with the brush. I bury my face in the mattress and he leans over by my ear,

"That is the hottest request I've ever heard in my fucking life," he says and drags the bristles of the brush down my spine, slowly,

"I just thought you'd like it?" I ask and he groans,

"You're all mine and I hope you know that if anyone tries to even touch you, they'll learn their ass a lesson," he says and I'm flabbergasted at the sudden dominance. I open my mouth but he hits me again and some sort of strangled sound comes out of my mouth, "Fuck," he whispers and I turn my head to the side so I can look at the city out the window. In my peripheral vision, he's on his knees over my body and I just close my eyes as he hits me again. I want him to talk dirty again, I really fucking liked that shit,

"Mitty," I say and he lets out some sort of noise, "Talk dirty," I say and he wraps a hand around the back of my neck,

"Oh, you like that?" He asks and I can feel pre-cum drip onto the sheets,

"Yes," I say and he spanks me again, a small moan escaping my throat and after a while of this teasing, he has me lift my ass up a bit and he prepares us before he thrusts into me,

"Mitchel," I gasp and his nails dig into my hips so deliciously. I rock back into him and he counters my movements with the harsh popping of his hips. He keeps going and going, fucking me a bit deeper with each thrust. I grip the sheets and feel him rub against my prostate. This goes on until he pulls away, both of us on the edge,

"Why'd you stop?" I ask and he flips my onto my back,

"'Cause I wanna see your face when I make you cum," he says and wraps a hand around my throat, thrusting into me again. My eyes roll back and he keeps going until he gives me a desperate kiss on the lips before he can't kiss me anymore because he's cumming. His thrusts are sloppy and he presses his lips to my shoulder as he moves. I'm about to spill and as soon as he thrusts a bit harder so I can release, I do with a moan,

"Look at me," he whispers and tilts my face towards him. He looks like he can't take it anymore, the way his eyes look over my face as I cum,

"Mitty," I breathe and something about the way I say his name gets him thrusting harder, extending my orgasm and I groan as I keep cumming. He's grunting with every thrust into me and then he pins my arms above my head,

"You're so fucking hot," he says and I moan as I'm finally done and he kisses me once more before he looks into my eyes and keeps his hips moving. He bites his lip and goes faster, the bed starts shaking and he starts to moan in a way that is threatening to make me hard again. He's gonna cum again, I know he is,

"Fuck," he gasps and drops his head low as he keeps fucking me. I run my hands over his arms, feeling the tension in his muscles. He looks into my eyes one more time before he finishes and I swear his eyes are the most beautiful things,

"I'm gonna cum," he moans and now I wanna look in his eyes when my body makes him cum,

"Look at me," I say and he looks desperate as fuck as his thrusts get sloppy,

"Kras," he breathes and I feel like teasing him so I grab his hips and stop his movements, "Don't," he growls and I'm so fucking turned on by the way he's so desperate for it,

"Let me use my mouth," I say and he groans,

"No, I wanna cum inside you," he says and I can't stop him anymore, my hands fall to his arms and his thrusts are hard and fast as he builds himself back up to release. When he's about to bust, I look in those eyes and the pleasure glazed over them is the hottest thing. His thrusts get messy again and he moans before I can feel him start to cum,

"Kras," he breathes and he thrusts harder a few more times, milking the rest of his orgasm out. I don't even realize how close I was to a second release until I feel it snap in my stomach and I groan, feeling his hands press on my chest,

"Fuck," we breathe at the same time and when we're done, I feel him pull out and he crawls next to me, dropping onto the bed, exhausted,

"I'm addicted," he concludes and I let out another strangled noise,

"Me too," I say and he gets up and heads to the shower. I wait a minute and stare at the ceiling, watching the fan whirring around. I was so lost in his reaction to his orgasm that I didn't even realize how close I was to another one myself. I groan as I sit up and head over to the shower with him. Hopefully we don't get a noise complaint. I smile at the thought and close the bathroom door.