𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑-𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋
after a challenge, chris controls your vibrator in public.
warnings ︖ smut voyerisum sobbing intense orgasm
𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 had been annoying all morning. not in a mean way, in the way he always got whenever he was bored and knew exactly how to get under your skin. he’d followed you around his apartment since the second you woke up, grabbing your waist every time you passed him in the kitchen, stealing pieces of your food straight off your plate, kissing your neck just to laugh when you shoved him away.
“clingy today, huh?” you huff, picking at him.
“don’t you love that, though?” he retaliates, running his hands down you sides. you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way his hand kept sliding lower and lower beneath the hem of your sweatshirt.
“i love peace and quiet, actually.”
he pinched your thigh hard enough to make you yelp before getting up to grab the tv remote from the coffee table. the hockey game he’d had on earlier flashed back onto the screen, but chris wasn’t even watching it. he kept glancing over at you with that stupid smug expression that usually meant he was seconds away from saying something irritating. you should’ve known better than to acknowledge it.
“what?” you asked finally.
chris shrugged. “nothin’.”
that shit-eating grin widened.
“you talk a lotta shit for someone who folds this easy.”
you stared at him. “excuse me?”
he leaned back into the couch cushions like he had all the time in the world. “you act tough until i touch you once and you can’t think straight.”
“oh my god,” you scoffed. “you’re actually insane.”
chris laughed softly at how fast your answer came. “you get embarrassed over everything,” he continued. “little bit of attention and you’re done for.”
“that is literally not true.”
“baby,” he said, looking genuinely amused now, “last week i whispered in your ear at dinner and you almost choked on your drink.”
“that was because you said something weird!” you squealed.
you hated when he got like this. calm and cocky and entirely too aware of the effect he had on you. especially because half the time he was right. you crossed your arms. “you wouldn’t survive if the roles were reversed.” chris raised an eyebrow.
“you’re all talk,” you continued before you could stop yourself. “you act bold because you know you’d never actually do anything in public.” silence. chris went very still. the second that look crossed his face, regret curled hot in your stomach.
“careful,” he said quietly. you should’ve dropped it. instead, you smiled sweetly. “what? you gonna prove me wrong?” another pause. then chris stood up. at first you thought he was ignoring you until he grabbed his keys from the counter and tossed your shoes onto your lap.
“you wanted a challenge, didn’t you?”
the drive downtown should’ve made you feel better, but somehow it only made you more nervous. chris kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your thigh the entire ride, thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin while he drove like he had absolutely nothing planned.
“you’re being weird,” you muttered eventually.
chris just smirked. “am i?”
“you’re acting like we’re about to commit a crime.”
his laugh was low and quiet. “depends how dramatic you wanna be.”that answer did absolutely nothing to calm you down. especially not when he parallel parked outside a tiny shop squeezed between a bookstore and a coffee place.
you looked up at the sign. then immediately looked back at him. “no.” chris was already getting out of the car. “no,” you repeated louder, scrambling after him. “chris, absolutely not.”
he held the door open for you with the most infuriatingly innocent expression you’d ever seen. “c’mon, baby.”
“you say that every day.” the second you stepped inside, heat rushed straight into your face.
the store wasn’t even crowded, which somehow made it worse. everything felt too bright, too obvious, too embarrassing. meanwhile chris looked perfectly comfortable wandering through the aisles while you stayed glued to his side trying not to make eye contact with literally anyone.
“this one?” he asked casually, holding up something pink.
you nearly choked. “put that down.”
he was enjoying this entirely too much. you buried your face in his shoulder while he laughed quietly above you. “you were real confident at the apartment,” he reminded you softly.
“that was before you turned into a psychopath.”
eventually he stopped in front of a shelf near the back of the store, expression turning more thoughtful than teasing. you watched him pick up a small remote-controlled vibrator, turning the box over in his hands while your stomach dropped lower and lower.
“oh my god,” you whispered. chris glanced at you.
“still think i wouldn’t do anything?” the worst part was that he sounded serious.
your mouth went dry as he carried it to the register like this was a completely normal purchase and not the beginning of your downfall. by the time you got back outside, your nerves were completely shot.
“chris,” you started carefully while he unlocked the car. “we are not actually—”
the simplicity of his answer made your stomach flip. the drive after that felt different. quieter.
chris kept glancing over at you every few minutes like he was waiting for you to back out, but your pride wouldn’t let you. even when your heartbeat started climbing the second he pulled into the parking garage beneath his apartment building instead of heading home.
“you nervous?” he asked softly once the car shut off.
before you could argue, chris leaned over the center console and kissed you slow enough to make your thoughts blur immediately. his hand slid along your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek while the other settled against your thigh.
“you can still say no,” he murmured against your mouth. that only made things worse somehow. because now he sounded gentle. patient. like he actually cared whether you were comfortable.
and suddenly the teasing didn’t feel like teasing anymore. you swallowed hard. “i hate that you’re taking this so seriously.”
chris smiled a little. “too late to get shy now, baby.” the elevator ride upstairs nearly killed you.
chris stayed close enough that every tiny movement brushed against you, one hand resting on your lower back while he talked casually about completely unrelated things like he wasn’t actively ruining your ability to think.
inside the apartment, the tension snapped almost immediately. chris disappeared into his bedroom for maybe two minutes before returning with the box in his hands.
“you’re evil,” you informed him.
“and yet,” he said calmly, stepping closer, “you’re still here.”
your face burned hotter when he sat down on the edge of the bed and gently pulled you between his knees. chris’s hands slid slowly along your thighs, thumbs brushing against your skin while he looked up at you with an expression that made your stomach twist nervously.
“you trust me?” he asked quietly. tat answer came easier.
his expression softened instantly. and somehow that was what finally made you nervous. the teasing had been easy to handle. this version of chris was infinitely worse.
especially when he helped you settle onto his lap afterward just to press slow kisses against your neck while explaining exactly how the remote worked in the calmest voice imaginable.
“you behave,” he murmured near your ear, slipping the remote into his pocket, “maybe i’ll go easy on you.”
the smile tugging at his mouth said otherwise.
an hour later, you were regretting every decision you’d ever made.
chris had insisted on walking to the coffee shop three blocks from his apartment because apparently humiliating you privately wasn’t enough for him. at first it wasn’t even that bad.
he kept the vibrations low while you waited in line, one hand lazily tucked into the pocket of his hoodie where the remote sat hidden. you kept shooting him warning looks while he acted completely normal, occasionally glancing over with barely concealed amusement whenever your sentence faltered halfway through.
“you want iced or hot?” he asked casually. you opened your mouth. then jerked slightly when the vibration buzzed unexpectedly.
chris looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“i—” you cleared your throat. “i hate you.”
“that wasn’t one of the options.”
by the time you finally sat down with your drinks, your nerves were completely fried. chris looked maddeningly relaxed across from you, stirring his coffee while you struggled to maintain eye contact like a functional human being.
“you’re awfully quiet today,” he noted.
you glared at him. the vibration kicked again beneath the table.
your fingers tightened around the coffee cup so hard chris laughed softly under his breath. “poor thing,” he mocked gently.
“and you’re still letting me do it.”
unfortunately, he was right. that was the problem.
because underneath the embarrassment and irritation and constant panic, there was something else growing hotter every minute chris looked at you like that. like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. like he liked it. the walk afterward was somehow worse.
boston was crowded enough that you had to stay close to him on the sidewalks, which meant chris kept an arm wrapped securely around your waist while steering you through groups of people.
every now and then the vibration would pulse unexpectedly and your entire body would tense against him. chris would only tighten his grip slightly.
“you okay?” he’d ask softly beside your ear. knowing perfectly well you weren’t. at one point you actually stumbled near a crosswalk and had to grab onto the sleeve of his hoodie to steady yourself.
“you’re the worst person alive.”
he sounded far too happy about it. the bookstore was your breaking point. it was too quiet inside. too calm.
chris wandered slowly between shelves while you trailed behind him trying desperately to compose yourself. every tiny sound suddenly felt too loud. pages turning, shoes against hardwood floors, your own uneven breathing.
then chris stopped in front of a shelf near the back and pulled you gently against his chest.
“what’re you doing?” you whispered immediately.
“you are absolutely not.”
his mouth twitched against your hair.
one large hand settled against your hip while the other flipped lazily through a hardcover he definitely wasn’t reading. then the vibration surged harder than before and your fingers instinctively clutched the front of his sweatshirt. chris’s eyes flicked down immediately.
suddenly he noticed the way your breathing changed. how your face buried against his chest instead of pulling away. how overwhelmed you actually were. the next time the vibrator buzzed, you let out the smallest shaky exhale before you could stop it. chris went completely still.
then very quietly: “hey.”
you couldn’t look at him. his hand slid gently beneath your chin until your eyes finally met his. the smugness had softened into something warmer now.
chris studied you for another second before sighing softly through his nose.
the walk back to the apartment felt entirely different. his arm never left your waist once. no teasing.
just quiet touches and soft kisses pressed against your temple every time you leaned into him a little too much. by the time the apartment door shut behind you, the tension was unbearable. chris barely got the lock turned before you grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him down into a kiss. he laughed softly against your mouth.
“you’re awful,” you mumbled breathlessly.
“mhm.” his hand reached out to wrap around your waist. “let’s check her out.”
you whined into the kiss as he walked you backwards towards the bedroom, hands roaming over his chest and shoulders. "shh," he whispered against your lips, pulling away just enough to grab his phone from his pocket and open the app. the vibration surged again immediately, making you gasp sharply. chris smirked, backing you up until your knees hit the bed behind you. "lay back."
he followed you down onto the mattress, hovering over you with a hand braced beside your head. his other hand slowly slid up your thigh, phone held loosely in his fingers. the buzzing changed suddenly, pulsing faster and harder, and chris leaned down to kiss you quietly as you arched against him with a muffled whine.
"so sensitive," he murmured against your mouth, thumb brushing over the screen to adjust the settings. the pulse slowed back down but grew stronger, vibrating deep and constant now. chris bit your bottom lip softly and sat back on his heels between your spread legs. "keep your hands above your head,"
“don’t touch anything,” he added with a smirk, shifting his hand to press the toy more firmly against you through your underwear. you moaned loudly, fingers curling into the pillow above your head. “that’s right,” chris praised softly, pressing harder until you were writhing beneath him.
he watched you intently, adjusting the toy's intensity with each whimper and gasp. his free hand slowly inched up your body, teasing along your side before gently squeezing your breast. the sudden sensation combined with the constant vibration had you arching off the bed completely. "chris- ah- fuck-"
"there it is," he whispered darkly, twisting his hand in your underwear to push the toy directly against your clit. the feeling sent electric shocks through your core and you cried out, legs shaking. chris leaned down, breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "you're so fucking wet through these already." he demonstrated by sliding his fingers along your underwear, making you moan desperately. "wanna know what i think? i think you actually like this stupid toy." you opened your mouth to argue but another pulse of vibration stole your words completely.
you were reduced to desperate whines and cries as he continued to toy with you. the vibration was relentless, pushing you closer and closer to the edge even as you tried to twist away from it. chris held you steady with an arm across your stomach, keeping the toy pressed firmly against you.
"look at you," he murmured, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly with each breathless moan. "you're right on the edge, aren't you? just from this stupid little toy. that's so fucking hot."
“probably felt this way the whole time we were out. poor, achy pussy, huh?” he cooed sarcastically, knowing it would get a reaction.
his words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, the vibration suddenly feeling even more intense. "did you hate it? being out there all evening with this buzzing between your legs? wanting to touch yourself but knowing you couldn't?" he pressed harder with the toy, making you gasp sharply.
"everyone around you, and you were just—*this* close—"
another pulse ripped through you. you felt yourself clench hard, dangerously close.
"please—" you whimpered, unable to stop the word from escaping your lips.
"please what?" he asked, voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
"please stop?" he teased, pulling the toy back slightly. "or please make you come?" he pushed it right back against you, even stronger this time. your entire body jerked and you screamed out his name, hands flying down to grab his arm desperately. "uh uh,"
"hands above your head," he reminded firmly, catching your wrists and pinning them back down. the sudden dominance in his tone sent another shockwave through you, and the toy buzzed relentlessly against your clit.
you were sobbing now, every nerve ending screaming for release, and he just... kept going. relentless, cruel, perfect.
"chris—" your voice broke, the vibration hitting a new setting. you felt your thighs clamp around his arm, your hips rolling desperately against the toy even as your body trembled.
"god, listen to you," he muttered darkly, watching you completely fall apart. then he leaned down again, his voice low and rough in your ear. "so pretty, baby. look at you, falling apart over a fucking toy."
he pulled back, watching your face closely. your cheeks were flushed red, lips parted as you panted desperately. he slowly adjusted the toy's settings, making it buzz even stronger. "is this what you wanted? for me to keep going?"
"or should i stop?" he teased, pulling the toy away slightly. you whined loudly, hips chasing after it. he chuckled darkly. "guess that answers my question."
he pressed the toy back against you, even harder than before. your entire body convulsed, and you let out a keening cry. "fuuuuck, you're so sensitive." he adjusted the angle slightly, hitting you perfectly. "is this it?"
the toy's vibrations suddenly changed rhythm, pulsing hard and fast against your clit. you completely lost it. your back arched off the bed, a broken scream tearing through your throat as you came undone. chris watched with a smug grin, keeping the toy pressed firmly against you as you fell apart.
he kept the vibrations going through your orgasm, milking every last spasm from your trembling body. you sobbed as the pleasure became almost too intense to bear, your thighs shaking violently around his arm. finally, he slowly dialed it back, letting you collapse onto the bed, panting and trembling.
"fuck, you look wrecked."
he gently removed the toy, tossing it aside before crawling up your body. you were still shaking slightly from the intense orgasm he'd forced out of you. he kissed your forehead softly before whispering, "all better now?" his hand stroked through your hair tenderly. "poor baby."
you nodded weakly, still catching your breath. he smiled softly and kissed your lips gently this time. "i told you i'd make it up to you." his fingers traced lazy patterns on your stomach as you came down from the high of your orgasm. "feel better?" he asked softly.
you were curled against chris’s chest beneath his blankets while he lazily played with your fingers, the remote abandoned somewhere on the floor beside the bed.
“you’re evil,” you informed him sleepily.
chris laughed under his breath.
“you’ve said that already.”
you tilted your head just enough to glare at him.
chris only leaned down to kiss your forehead, completely unbothered.
“still think i wouldn’t do anything in public?” he asked softly.
you buried your burning face against his chest instead of answering.
unfortunately, his laugh told you that was answer enough.
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