Manthony ✨

Twitch

~TWITCH~

⚠️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

Request by GDaisy_Aesthetic :)

~Christian~

I peer in through the slightly ajar door to see him with his headphones on in the dark, the light of his computer screen the only source of brightness. I watch him play for a moment before I get an idea. I smile to myself and slip into the room unknowingly, moving off to the side and getting on my knees, crawling slowly over to him, making it so that I'm under his desk. I reach out and grab his legs, making him gasp slightly. I hear a click on his mouse,

"Christian? What're you doing? I'm live on Twitch," he growls and I smile,

"Nothing, baby, keep playing," I whisper, my voice laden with lust as I pull him closer by his legs. My hands drift up his thighs and go for the button of his jeans. I can hear his breathing shift as the button pops open and I slowly tug the zipper down and start pulling the fabric off of his body. He keeps playing and talking with the guys online but once I start kissing his inner thighs I can feel him tense under my lips. I leave a few hickeys before I move closer and hoist myself up a bit onto my knees, grabbing his hips and licking and kissing at his navel. I can feel the heat of his arousal radiating off of him as my tongue wetly slides against his skin. I want to make him make noise. I want them all to hear that he's mine. I pull his boxers down and take him into my hand, helping him get fully hard. Once he is, I stroke him slowly, my hand way too loose to give him anything good. I lean down and lick his dripping tip, his thighs tightening under the grip of my hand. I slide my arms around him and grab his ass, pulling him a little further into my mouth, rolling my tongue around him. Feeling the velvet heat of his erection in my mouth makes my dick ache between my legs. I moan a little around his length and one of his hands leaves his keyboard and tangles in my hair, pushing me down on him. I moan a bit louder now and I hear a click on his mouse,

"Jesus, Christian," I hear his voice from above the desk, deep with lust, "Do you have to be doing this while I'm live?" He groans and I pull away to speak,

"Yeah, they should know you're mine," I mutter and he groans again, lightly pushing me back down on him,

"Finish what you started," he mumbles and I do, letting my throat open up for him, my tongue teasing whatever I can before I feel his hips twitch forward as he swells inside of my mouth and his release comes pouring out. Hearing him desperately clicking the "mute" button so he can moan makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. I drink down his release, not tasting anything with how deep he is and I gag a bit now, tears pricking at my eyes, pulling away when he's done. He tells the boys he has to go and I feel my heart skip a beat before it starts to pound against the confinements of my ribcage. He pushes back in his chair,

"Get up," he orders and I do because when he sounds like that, there's nothing I wouldn't do for him, "Mmm," he hums lowly in the back of his throat as he stares at the tent in my sweatpants, "Why don't you go lay on my bed, spread eagle, naked, huh, baby?" He grins and I swallow,

"Okay," I utter and he smiles,

"Good boy," he purrs and I feel my dick pulse at those words. I turn around and head to his room, stripping naked and climbing onto his cold bed and laying on my back, spread eagle like he asked.