Manthony ✨

Fantasies

~FANTASIES~

⚠️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

A VERY long chapter! So sorry it took so long to write 😭😭

Idea by Alex_Wreck_ENGLISH

~Christian~

Click. Click. Click. I'm typing away at my keyboard when I hear him pulling up a chair behind me,

"Hey, bub," I say, taking a sip of my energy drink,

"Hey," he whispers, coming closer and brushing back some of my hair, pressing his lips softly to my neck. I sigh and keep typing, his lips unmoving. After a while, he starts to suck on the spot, leaving a hickey. When he's done, he lets my hair fall back in place and moves to the back of my neck where he again, moves my blonde locks and softly presses his lips to my skin,

"Mitty," I breathe and he hums against my skin,

"Mmm," he starts to suck, leaves a hickey, licks it gently and then moves to a different spot. My fingers are now sloppy as they try to type up something I can no longer remember. His lips on my neck is igniting a flame inside me that I have never felt before,

"Mitchel," It comes out as a gentle moan,

"Mm, baby," he mumbles, wrapping his arms around me and cupping my already hard dick. He takes his lips away from my neck and when he doesn't attack another spot, I pout,

"Why'd you stop?" I ask and he lets his hands move under my shirt,

"Because I wanna sit in your lap and kiss the front of your neck, down your chest," he says and I moan, grabbing his hands from under my shirt, pulling him over so he can sit on my lap. He straddles me and it's like our body's are made for each other, the way his hands pull my hair back and he kisses my lips, my own hands cupping his ass. He runs his fingers through my hair, slipping his tongue in my mouth and sucking on my own before he pulls away and holds my hair back, kissing my throat and sucking at it. I moan, my erection confined within my tight pants,

"Mitchel, baby," I moan and when my hands fall from his backside, he only grabs my hands, lips not leaving my skin, and puts them back on his ass. I squeeze and he exhales on the love mark he just left, moving to my collarbone. I'm going to cum in my boxers if he keeps using his mouth on me like this,

"Mitty," I whine, indirectly begging him to pleasure me. He pulls away and kisses my lips, tugging at his shirt, his abs peeking out from underneath the fabric,

"God, I love it when you wear my clothes," I whisper and he kisses me again,

"I love you," he whispers, humping my lap and I moan, pre-cum at my tip,

"Wait, I want to be inside you," I say and he stops, standing up and unbuttoning his pants, stepping out of those and his boxers, me as well. I look down at his dripping dick and he grins,

"Wanna suck it first?" He asks and I nod, I nod vigorously. I do want to suck his cock. I can feel my mouth water at the sight of him. He leans back against the table and grips the edge, watching me get on my knees for him. I grab his thighs and start by licking the tip of him and gently lapping at the head. His breathing changes and he grips the table harder, his knuckles whitening. I wrap my lips around the head and his breath hitches in his throat before I start to suck, making him moan as my tongue swirls the slit that keeps beading with pre-cum,