Manthony ✨

At Your Mercy

~AT YOUR MERCY~

⚠️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

~Christian~

I can't sleep and I'm especially horny for whatever reason so I slip out of bed and pad down the hallway to Mitchel's room. I hope he's awake because I'm dying over here and don't want to have to wake him up to say, "Hey, I know you were asleep, but can you fuck me?" That would be rude, so I just slide into his room and close the door, locking it in case,

"Mitty?" I whisper and he doesn't answer. Dammit. I decide I'll just lay next to him when I hear him stir and he lays on his back. I can't help it. I have to. He won't mind will he? I'm only in my boxers so I straddle his thigh and slowly lower my crotch onto him, the pressure too good. I gasp when I'm fully seated on his leg and he doesn't seem to wake up, or he just doesn't want to let me know he's awake. I start to rock my hips against him and holy shit, I could come. Just from riding his thigh. I go at a slow pace and when I speed up, he opens his eyes,

"Kras?" He asks and I have a mini heart attack as he looks at me and the way I'm practically riding his leg,

"I'm so sorry, Mitty," I say and when I start to get off of his leg, embarrassed as fuck, he grabs my arm,

"No, don't stop, keep going," he says, quietly and I stare at him in shock,

"Really?" I ask and he nods,

"Yeah, you can ride my thigh until you come, baby," he says and now I'm desperate. I straddle his leg again and grind hard and fast. I start to pant when his hands grab my hips,

"Mitty," I gasp and he doesn't have a problem talking dirty,

"I was awake you know," he admits and I groan, "I just wanted to lay there and let you do it, but I was too turned on not to get you going even more," he croons and I swear to God this boy,

"Jesus, fuck," I say and his hands go up to my back, under my shirt, trailing back to my nipples, circling them with his fingers,

"Ride me, baby boy," he says and I'm going to come,

"Mitchel," I gasp and he keeps going slowly around my nipples until his hands slide down to my ass and he squeezes hard,

"Come for me," he says and I don't need telling twice, I grind until I'm spilling in my boxers and he's taking my shirt off. I want him to ride my fucking face,

"Mitchel," I say and he must hear the seriousness in my voice because he pauses, shirtless,

"What?" He asks and I pull my boxers down, laying on his bed, head in the pillows,

"Ride my face," I say and he makes a strange noise in the back of his throat,

"Are you sure?" He asks and I nod, watching him get fully undressed. He comes over and puts my head between his knees. I open my mouth and take him in,

"Jesus," he whispers when I seal my lips around him and tap his hip to let him know he can start moving. The sight of him in pleasure above me is making me feral. I pleasure him as intimately as I can, letting him hit the back of my throat, stroking the underside of him with my tongue, laying my tongue flat for him to grind on. I can't describe this feeling. The feeling of being used and at the mercy of the one you're lethally infatuated with. He starts to pant and grabs the backboard. We make eye contact and I don't fucking know what happens to me. I feel nothing but love for him. Everything around me seems to shrink in meaning, in size, in existence itself. Maybe he's finally killed me. Stopped my heart because it was overflowing with enamor. I moan against his dick as my touchless orgasm unexpectedly tears through me and he sighs,

"Thank you, baby," as he fills my throat with his pleasure, leaving me with no choice but to swallow it. I've never cared less about it. He moans as he pulls out and I'm absolutely drained. The heaving of his chest, the sweat on his skin, the part of his lips. I'm so in love I might die. And the best part is knowing that the feeling is reciprocated.