I want them to chase me through the woods with their eyes locked on me. Wanting them to catch me, fuck me, and make me beg them to stop. To force the screams out of my throat until all that’s left is submission and the sick, aching need for more 😩😩 (CNC)
Hiii! I was wondering if you can write a Chratt fiction? Matt is away to film a surprise for tour while Chris & y/n are home together. They’re getting freaky and y/n asked Chris if they can film it to send to Matt because she doesn’t want him to feel left out. When Matt receives it, he tried to hurry with his surprise because he wants to be there & he misses her so much. He gets too horny and sends a video playing with himself in the drivers seat.
⌗ . . . SEND HIM A SURPRISE
WARNINGS : SMUT. PNV. DOM!CHRIS. SUB!READER. SEX ON CAMERA. and more!
matt had left town a few days ago to film one of his surprises for tour—and saying you missed him was an understatement. sure you had chris with you to keep you company, but nothing ever really felt whole unless matt was here with you too.
and it nagged at you every second of the day, your heart tugging just a little anytime you thought about matt. yes it had only been a few days, but you were never apart from matt for so long. and even now with your body pressed into the sheets, chris’ own hovering over you, his lips trailing wet kisses down the column of your neck—your mind still couldn’t get matt out of it.
but that didn’t mean you weren’t wrapped up in the situation you were in right now.
your back arched, pushing your chest closer to his bare one, hands wrapped around us neck and threading into his hair as he sucked and nipped purple bruises into your skin. “chris.” you moaned, hips rocking up against the growing bulge in his sweats. he hummed against your skin, tongue soothing over a mark he left behind before pulling away. “y’feeling good baby?” he asks, and you nod, hands trying to pull him back down but toward your chest now.
he smirked, moving to sit on his heels, his hands coming out to reach for your top. you sat up slightly, allowing him to pull your top over your head and off your arms. when his eyes landed on your bare chest, he couldn’t help but to lick his lips, bringing his body back down to lay on top of you. “you’re so beautiful ma.” he whispers against your skin, letting his lips trail soft kisses up your stomach to each of your breasts.
you smiled at the compliment, but a gasp quickly escaped your lips as chris latched his mouth around your nipple, sucking and nipping the now hardened nub. “chris.” you whined, squirming under the weight of his body, your legs falling open more the more attention he gave you. he switched to your other nipple, teasing it with a slow swirl of his tongue, fingers lightly pinching the one he just left behind.
“god, I could stay here all night.” he muttered, and you could feel the hum of his voice buzz down your spine. “you’re so needy, aren’t you, baby?” you nodded, eyes fluttering shut as your hands came up to grip at the back of his head, tugging his soft curls. but that ache in your chest hadn’t gone away.
you let out a soft sigh, body pushing up into him. “i miss him.” you whispered. chris’ mouth paused on your skin, then lifted, his eyes looking into your own. he stared at you, chest rising and falling, one hand moving to slide up your thigh. “i know you do baby.” he finally said, his voice gentle, knowing it was a little touchy for you. but his eyes shifted as you stared back at him, full of thought.
just then a wild little idea flickered behind your gaze—and you leaned up, hands coming to grab at his face to kiss him, your lips parting as you sighed into his mouth. “can we…” you whispered—hesitated, cheek flushed. “can we film this? for matt?” chris raised an eyebrow as he pulled away, his lips quirking. “you wanna send him a video of me fucking you?”
your body heated more at the thought of sending matt a video of you getting wrecked, and you nodded slowly. chris let out a low, filthy groan and sat up fully now, reaching off the bed for his phone on the nightstand. “you’re so fucking naughty baby.” he muttered, unlocking his phone and opening up the camera app. “he’s gonna lose his goddamn mind.”
you bit your lip, letting your legs spread wider under him, your chest beginning to rise and fall fast. chris quickly pressed record, propping the phone against the lamp on the nightstand for the perfect view of your soaked pussy and your expressions once he finally gets to fuck you.
“keep your eyes on me baby, alright?” he told you, moving back to hover over your body. his hand reaching down to drag down his sweats enough to free his cock, already hard and twitching—his mushroom tip leaking and red. you couldn’t help but moan when you saw it, your body laying back down on the mattress. “show him what he’s missin’ yeah?”
you whined, nodding again. chris grinned, his hands hooking into your panties, pulling them down your legs in one quick motion. once they were discarded, he grabbed you, flipping you over on your stomach and dragging your ass up into the air—making you arch. slowly, he dragged the thick tip through your folds, pressing his hips forward, his tip nudging against your entrance before he push into you slow, letting you feel every inch of him. your mouth dropped open as he sank in, the stretch so good you nearly cried—your back arching more as you buried your face into the sheets.
“oh my God—chris!” you gasped, and he groaned as he bottomed out, staying still for a second to feel your walls flutter and convulse around him, trying to pull his length in more to your warmth. “fuuuuck.” chris groaned again, pulling his hips back, watching the way your pussy wrapped around him.
he quickly found a rhythm—his hands grabbing at your hips, moving down to your ass and landing a few smacks against the soft skin, red hand prints blooming where his palm had landed.
and the camera caught everything. the way your legs opened wider for him, allowing him to fuck his cock deeper into your warm walls. the soft slap of skin on skin. and the way his hands would spread you open, just to see your slick cover his cock and drip down your thighs. one hand reached around, thumb pressing into your clit as your moans and whines began to grow louder.
“doing so good for me ma—fuck—she’s fuckin’ leaking all over me.” your walls clenched at his words, mouth hanging open as you grabbed at the sheets. the tip of his cock hit your g-spot every time he pushed in. your hands fumbled to reach back, trying to grab at his arms, nails digging into his skin when you grabbed him. “please—please don’t stop.” you begged, your body already on the brink of an orgasm.
you knew matt would enjoy watching this—knew he’d get off to seeing how good you looked while being fucked. seeing your eyes prick with tears from how good chris fucked you. you knew it would drive him crazy. chris leaned forward, his chest flush to your back as his lips brushed against your ear.
“bet he’s gonna fuckin’ race home after this.” he panted, nipping your ear in the process. “seeing how pretty our girl looks falling apart on my cock and not his.” his pace picked up then, fucking you harder, faster, your wet cunt making it easy to slide in and out, the sound loud enough for the camera to pick up. you sobbed, his name spilling from your lips as he angled his hips just right—ramming into that spot inside you over and over again. your eyes were glassy, body beginning to fall limp, the only thing holding you up now really were his hands.
a few more thrusts and the band in your stomach snapped—your walls spasming and squeezing around chris’ cock so tight he cursed under his breath, thrusts sloppy as he began to chase his own high now, not giving you anytime to recover. “fuck, fuck, you’re so tight—gonna cum inside—shit.” he muttered, thrusting a few more times before burying himself inside you to the hilt. his hips stilling, cum spilling deep in your cunt as your body trembled and shook.
you both were breathing heavy—chris slumped over your back, pressing lazy kisses to your sweaty skin. slowly, he began to move, pulling his spent cock out of your warmth—watching the way his cum began to spill out and drip down your thighs onto the sheets. chris reached for the phone on the nightstand, bringing it down to show off your swollen and puffy folds, capturing his cum before stopping the recording.
then he sent it to matt without a word.
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when matt had received the message from chris while shooting the video for his surprise—he couldn’t wait for it to be over quick enough. trying to get things to move along faster so he could see what it was his brother had sent him. only knowing you were in the video.
when he was finally done shooting, matt raced to his car, sitting in the driver’s seat of the rental, parked just outside the shoot location far enough away from things that people wouldn’t bother him. he was quick to fish his phone from his pocket, opening his messages and going straight to chris’ contact.
he swiped up and his eyes landed on the thumbnail again and this time he froze. your legs were spread wide—back arched and ass in the air as chris’ cock was stuffed halfway inside you, your face flushed and smushed into the blankets, eyes rolled back.
matt’s heart dropped to his stomach, his cock immediately twitching in his pants.
and he clicked play.
it started with your whine and chris’ words—the way chris handled your body to put you on your hands and knees. the video framed perfectly to show chris fucking into you while your hands gripped at the sheets and reached back to grab at his brother, mouth open, face blissed-out. it was quiet except for your gasps, your moans, the wet slap of skin on skin.
matt’s jaw dropped.
“fuuuck.” he muttered, his hand already moving down to palm the obvious bulge in his sweats. you were perfect. his. and you were letting chris film you getting ruined just for him. after watching the video he clicked his camera on, flipping to front-facing, letting it catch his flushed face, then angled it down just enough to show his hand tugging his cock free from his sweats. his hand wrapped around it—he was so fucking hard it hurt.
“fuck baby.” he panted into the camera—quickly flipping it to show a better angle of his flushed cock. his hand was already moving, stroking himself slowly, the feeling making him moan. “god you—you look so pretty gettin’ fucked like that.” he whimpered into the speaker, the voice already becoming breathy and worn out.
His voice cracked on a whine as images of you flashed behind his eyes—the way your cunt greedily sucked chris in, how wet you were and how good you were showing yourself off. “you were thinking of me, weren’t you?” matt whispered in the recording, his hips bucking into his fist. “missed me so much huh?” he gritted out, more whines and moans spilling from his lips and his fist moved faster,
he angled the camera tighter now, making sure to give you a full view of his hand wrapped around his cock—his thumb pressing into his slit as more pre-cum oozed from it, spreading the substance around his length before pumping again. his thighs were beginning to tense, sweat glistening across his forehead.
“i miss you so bad, baby. need you. i—i’d fuck you so much slower.” he whispered, breath hitching, “so much deeper. wanna feel you clench around me like that. you’re so fucking wet—fuck—” he cut himself off, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he whimpered loudly—his eyes fluttering closed, brows furrowed.
“oh my God, oh my God—fuck, I’m gonna cum—please, baby—nghhh.” he choked on a groan, hips jerking as his balls drew tight—thick white ropes of cum spurting hot and messy all over his hand and stomach. his was chest rising and falling with quick shaky breaths, his lips red from where he’d bit it trying not to sob too loud in case anyone was near.
when he caught his breath, he slowly flipped the camera around and brought the camera back up to his face—his cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, lips still parted. he gave the camera a sheepish smile before leaning in a saying ‘i love you’ before kissing the camera and ending it. before he could think, he opened your contact.
then he hit send.
a/n : i need to write more chratt things cause this was so yummy
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romaincrisis
