Manthony ✨

I'll Do Anything

~I'LL DO ANYTHING~

⚠️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

Idea by Alex_Wreck_ENGLISH

~Mitchel~

We decided to go out for dinner with the whole band and since it's on the more fancy side, we need to throw on some nicer clothes so I dig through my drawer, looking for something halfway decent,

"Baby, you'll look good in anything," I hear Christian's voice in my ear as he wraps his arms around my waist and I watch him kiss my neck in the full body mirror. His fingers slide along the strip of underwear that can be seen over the band of my sweatpants. I lean my head back against his shoulder and he keeps running his hand over my abdomen, just above my crotch, rubbing until heat pools in the area and I have to take his hands away so I don't get hard,

"Wear something black," he mumbles against my neck and I sigh at the vibration of his lips on my skin, he always puts his lips on this one spot, knowing it's my sweet spot. He walks away and goes to get dressed as I find a black button up shirt that I'll leave a few buttons open, so my chest is slightly exposed. I get black pants on and Nike hightops on. I throw on a silver belt and style my shirt to look decent against the pants. I just tie my loose hair back in a ponytail since I've been trying to keep it out of the usual braids for a while. I walk out to Christian and he looks me up and down,

"Hopefully that shit isn't expensive because it's gonna be thrown to the floor later," he says and I blush,

"Better be," I mumble and when we're done we walk downstairs to meet the rest of the guys,

"'Aight," my brother gives me a smack on the back and we head out, Jesse driving while I sit in the middle of Christian and my brother in the back, Pat riding shotgun. I bounce my knee up and down, my eyes catching Kras's and I feel his hand run over my thigh and stop it from bouncing up and down,

"Chill," he whispers and I play with my fingers, feeling anxious for whatever reason. He keeps his hand on my thigh and sometimes runs his thumb back and forth. We finally get to the restaurant and I realize I haven't really gotten a good look at Christian's outfit. He's so fucking handsome I trip over the curb, thankfully not falling completely. He's wearing a white shirt with black pants, a gold belt and gold earrings, his blonde hair tied back with two strands loose,

"Table for five," my brother says and the waitress seats us at a table by a window. I sit by the window and Christian sits beside me,

"I like your ass in those pants," he whispers in my ear and I blush, feeling his hand creep up my thigh again,

"Christian," I half warn, half sigh and he smiles,

"Hm, baby?" He asks and I just keep looking up and down at that outfit,

"Dress like that more," I say and he grins,

"You like it?" He teases and I nod, swallowing,

"You can ruin it later if you wanna," he takes a quick nip at my neck and I'm fucked because I'm bricked as shit. He palms my crotch and discreetly leaves it there as the waitress walks up and pulls out a notepad, asking us what we'd like to drink,

"Whatever beer you have," Pat says and Jesse snorts,

"Same," he says and my brother gets beer as well. I turn to Christian and he shrugs,

"Two beers over here as well," he says and when the waitress walks away I exhale, realizing I was holding my breath. Kras starts to rub my dick over my clothes and I reach over and squeeze his leg,

"Kras," I warn and he takes his hand away finally. We talk with the guys, waiting for our beers and food, but I'm distant,

"Hey, what's up?" Christian nudges my shoulder, obviously noticing that I'm not all the way in the boat, a limb or two hanging out, drenched in the water,

"Nothing, just tired," I offer and he frowns,

"You could've attempted a better excuse," he says and I smile,

"Yeah, I know," I laugh quietly and that's when Pat, who's had 3 beers turns to us,

"Hey, love birds, kiss each other," he slurs and I frown. Christian glares at him,

"Why don't you kiss my ass, how 'bout that?" He asks and Jesse shrieks like a girl who just found out her crush likes her,

"He's so in love! They're both so in love!" He drops his head onto Pat's shoulder and laughs hysterically. My brother just smiles quietly and nudges me to kiss him. I'm annoyed, about to shun my brother even though Pat and Jesse are making a scene when Christian turns my face, fingers on my chin, pulling my mouth to his. He tastes just like the beer we ordered and underneath it all, I can sense something more urgent in his kiss. It's loving, playful, joking along with the guys when he pulls me closer, drops a hand to my neck and thrusts his tongue into my mouth, making my dick throb,

"Christian," I say against his lips, trying to remind him not to get too carried away since we're in public. The guys are now silent and when Christian pulls away, their eyes go between the two of us like they're watching a tennis match,

"Damn, they are in love," Pat whispers and everything is awkward the rest of the night as we finish eating our food. Even the fucking car ride home is silent. The tension is almost unbearable and thankfully we reach home in a decent amount of time. Clinton pulls Christian aside when we walk into the house. I see him saying something but he's probably drunk. I only took one sip of beer so I drove home. I decide to just walk upstairs and flop down on my bed, waiting for him. After five minutes, he shows up and locks the door, ripping his shirt off and I leap up, kissing him and slamming him against the door before he turns us around and I leap up, wrapping my legs around his hips, feeling his fingers fumble for my shirt,

"What'd my brother say?" I breathe, letting him drop me onto the bed, shirtless now,

"Nothing, I just wanna fuck you," he says and goes for my pants, pulling them down and kissing me over my boxers,

"Jesus," I whisper and he grabs my hips, pulling me closer,

"Spread your legs," he mumbles against my thighs and I do so, letting him pull my underwear down first. He leaves hickeys on the skin of my upper thighs and my breathing picks up the more he avoids my dick, "Christian," I mumble and he digs his nails into my hips,

"I know," he groans and swipes his tongue over my tip. My breathing is a ragged mess. I've been hard since the restaurant and I want him to do something. He swirls his tongue around some more, teasing me until he starts to take me in little by little,

"I've wanted to blow you all night," he says and I moan,

"Fuck, just do it," I gasp and when he does my back flies off the bed and my fingers strangle the sheets. I can barely breathe as I feel my orgasm spill down his throat, his slight gagging adding to the release. When he pulls away he kisses me and I couldn't give less of a fuck about the taste. If tasting myself means I can have him, then I'm okay with the dehydration that comes with too much salt. I flip him over and when I feel him down my throat, I moan like I'm the one being fucked. I grab his hips and let go, eating him out like I haven't seen food in years. He usually groans rather than moaning but he's a moaning mess as I let myself loose and go wild. When he finishes down my throat, I swallow him, tasting nothing but Christian. I kiss him until I think my heart might stop. We kiss until we can't breathe. He carries me to the shower and I'm so fucking lost in those eyes. I'm so in love I might die. I can feel my heart going a million miles an hour as I let him lower me into a bath I didn't even realize he started. The water covers my body and when he kisses me before slipping in across from me, I realize that I would do anything for this man. And that scares me.