“have you ever used a vibrator?”
⤷ roomate!chris x reader ૮ . . ྀིა
cw: explicit sexual content, masturbation, use of vibrator, squirting. dni if anything makes you uncomfortable! based of this !NSFW X link!
it had been one of those study sessions where the library lights felt like they were burning straight into your skull. finals week had you in a chokehold, you’d been hunched over your laptop for hours, and your brain felt like it was leaking out through your ears.
so the second you walked into your shared apartment, all you cared about was getting to your room and finally shutting the world off.
you didn’t hear chris anywhere - no music thumping from his room, no girl giggling at his cheesy jokes in the kitchen, no sound of him gaming and yelling at his brothers. you didn’t know if he was out or asleep, but either way you didn’t hear him, and that was good enough.
you tossed your backpack somewhere near your desk, kicked off your shoes, and crawled onto the bed without even bothering to change. your body was sore, your head was pounding, and you deserved to finally feel good.
reaching over to your nightstand, you pulled out a pretty purple vibrator from the top drawer. you thought about pulling your yoga pants and underwear down, but you were in one of those moods where taking your time sounded much better.
flicking the toy on, you began to press it against yourself over the cloth. you started light, just barely feeling the teasing buzz through thing fabric. exhaling, your head tipped back into the pillows as the tension you’d been carrying all afternoon started to lesson. it didn’t take long before you were breathing a little harder and soft whines began to escape your lips.
you let your eyes fall shut, breathing deeper, letting the moment drag out the way you wanted. the only noise you heard were the low hums of the toy and your own quiet sounds, everything else faded away - until the soft click of your bedroom door opening cut straight through it.
“yo, have you seen my-”
chris walked in glued to his phone, not even looking up. “i can’t find my lighter, i was gonna go smoke-” then he finally raised his head, stopped mid-step, and blinked twice. “…the fuck are you doing?”
you didn’t even bother flinching. the vibrator was still buzzing quietly in your hand, pressed against the inside of your thigh now instead of between your legs, but you didn’t scramble to hide it or freak out, you just sighed.
“ugh are you serious, i thought you weren’t here,” you said casually.
anyone else in this situation would’ve been mortified - caught spread out on their bed, shirt rolled up, with a vibrator still in their hand. but living with chris? there wasn’t a lot left to be embarrassed about. the man practically had a punch card for how many girls he brought home every week. if it wasn’t the moaning at 2 a.m., it was him loudly oversharing every detail of his sex life like it was basic roommate conversation. nothing shocked him, and nothing you did was ever gonna be worse than anything he’s already done.
so no, it wasn’t awkward. at least… not for you two.
you lifted the vibrating toy off your thigh, letting it buzz uselessly in your hand. “your lighter’s on the counter,” you said, nodding toward the kitchen.
chris didn’t move. you didn’t notice at first - not until you realized he was staring directly at you. not your face. not the room. you. still half-reclined, shirt bunched up, with your toy humming softly between your fingers.
“chris,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “you’re staring. can you get out?”
he didn’t even pretend to feel guilty. if anything, he looked amused, like he’d just walked in on his favorite show.
“you weren’t even holding it right,” he said, leaning against your doorway. “that setting’s not strong enough for you.”
you couldn’t help but laugh, heat crawling up your chest - not embarrassment, but irritation. and maybe a tiny bit of adrenaline.
“then do it better,” you fired back before you could even think twice. his eyebrows lifted slowly, lips twitching like you’d just handed him the biggest win of his life.
chris didnt need to hear anything else, immediatly pushing off the doorframe and kicking the door shut behind him with his heel. the mattress dipped when he sat on the edge of your bed, close enough that his knee knocked yours. you answered by letting your thighs fall open a little wider before you nudged the still buzzing toy into his palm.
he turned it over in his hand like he was inspecting it, thumb brushing the buttons. “doing it over your clothes, huh?” he asked. the vibrator came to life again under his grip and he dragged it slow, lazy circles over the seam of your yoga pants, right where a tiny dark patch was already soaking through.
“what’s the point of covering yourself up? you know it’ll feel a lot better without all this in the way.” you exhaled shakily, hips rolling up into the pressure before you could stop yourself. “the restriction makes it better sometimes,” you managed, words already starting to wobble. “like… you want it so bad but you can’t quite-”
chris clicked the toy up two settings without warning, grinding it down harder at the same time.
your sentence snapped off into a broken moan. your finger flew to grip his wrist - not to stop him, just to hold on - while your other hand shoved under your sweatshirt to palm your own tit.
the buzz was brutal now, vibrating straight through the layers, and the thin seam of your pants kept it pinned right against your clit. “f-fuck, chris-”
“you like that?” he murmured, leaning in until his mouth brushed your ear. “this is what’ll actually make you feel good.” he pulled the toy up for half a second, enough for your breath to steady, then pressed even harder, rolling the head in tight circles that had your thighs trembling.
“look at you, already shaking. you needed help to get like this, huh? should’ve just asked, baby.”
you arched, head sinking deeper into the pillows, and that was all the invitation he needed. chris’s mouth found the side of your neck, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing up to your jaw before he caught skin between his teeth and sucked a mark that made you whine even louder. he bit down lightly, soothed it with his tongue, then did it again higher up while the vibrator kept its ruthless pace between your legs.
the pressure he had between your legs became meaner. he angled the vibrator so the edge caught your clit on every cruel circle, his teeth scraping a spot under your ear while his free hand slid up your sweatshirt and pinched your nipple hard enough to make you cry out.
your hips were grinding shamelessly now, chasing it, the wet patch in your yoga pants growing darker and more obvious with every throb. “chris- fuck- i’m gonna-”
“yeah you are,” he growled against your throat, “come on, make a fucking mess for me. soak those pretty little pants.”
and you did. the orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, thighs clamping around his hand as you shook and whined, a visible dark stain blooming across the crotch of your gray yoga pants, spreading down the inside of one thigh.
chris pulled the toy back just to stare, his lips parting. “Jesus Christ, look at that.”
you were still panting, aftershocks twitching through you, but that didn’t stop you from hooking your thumbs in the waistband and shoving everything - pants and ruined panties - down your legs in one impatient yank.
the cool air hit your soaked skin and you shivered, kicking the soaked fabric off the bed. chris’s gaze dragged down your body slow and filthy, then he stood up just long enough to shove his own sweats and boxers down. his cock sprung out hard and already leaking.
this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you naked, and it definitely wasn’t the first time you’d seen his dick either. hell, you’ve felt it in your hands, your mouth, even in between your tits - but never inside you. fooling around with chris was fine, but actual sex? off limits. that was your only rule. you weren’t about to be another girl on his endless list especially when he was inside someone new practically every night.
you reached over for the purple toy as chris crawled back onto the bed and he immediately noticed the look on your face. “have you ever used a vibrator?” you asked, voice syrupy sweet.
he snorted, positioning himself between your legs. “pretty sure i just used one on you, like, thirty seconds ago.”
before he could fully settle his body down on the bed, you turned the tiny toy on, dragging the buzzing head up the inside of your thigh, teasing yourself for a second before flipping it around.
chris had been so focused on your expression that he didn’t even notice you’d turned the base toward him until you pressed the vibrating tip flat against the slick head of his cock.
his whole body jolted. “f- fuck-” the word cracked in half. his hips jerked forward like he couldn’t help it, precome smearing across the toy as the vibrations hit him full force. you kept it right there, circling slow, watching his abs clench and his mouth fall open on a broken whimper that sounded nothing like the cocky asshole who’d walked in you room ten minutes ago.
“i meant, have you ever used a vibrator for your own pleasure, chris.” you murmured, echoing his earlier tone, all fake-innocent.
another twitch of your wrist and you slid the toy down his length, letting it buzz against the thick vein underneath. his head dropped forward, forehead pressing hard into your shoulder, both hands fisting the pillows beside your head while he let out tiny grunts into your chest.
you gave him maybe ten seconds of pure torture before you pulled it away just long enough to settle the toy right back where it belonged: pressed firm against your clit, his cock resting heavy and leaking on top of the toy so every pulse vibrated through both of you at once.
“i thought you said no sex.” chris could barely get his words out.
“were not fucking,” you whispered against his temple, rocking your hips enough to make his dick slide over the slick mess between your legs, the vibrator trapped and buzzing mercilessly against you both. “just… sharing.”
he made a pathetic, overwhelmed sound and bit down on your shoulder to muffle it, hips rolling in tiny, helpless thrusts like he couldn’t stop himself.
chris’s arms began to shake, it was getting harder and harder for him to keep himself up so he quickly shifted. now, his knees were planted wide between yours and he slid them forward until they pressed under your thighs, forcing your legs to fall open even further.
the new angle had you completely spread for him. you tried to keep the vibrator steady, but he plucked it from your fingers “gimme that,” he rasped.
one big hand closed around the toy as he pressed it down hard, right on your clit, pinning it there so the vibrations dug in deep. with his other hand he wrapped around the base of his cock and pushed himself down heavier on top of the buzzing head, trapping the toy between your slick folds and his leaking tip.
the pressure doubled, tripled, every pulse slamming through both of you at once.
“fuck, there we go,” he groaned, rolling his hips slow so his length dragged back and forth over the vibrator, smearing your wetness and his precome into a messy glide.
his knees spread you wider still, thighs trembling under you, and the stretch burned in the best way. you couldn’t close your legs if you wanted to now; he had you pinned open and shaking, the toy buzzing so hard you felt it in your teeth.
he leaned forward just enough that his forehead almost touched yours. “feel that?” he panted, grinding down in a filthy circle that made you both whine.
your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in because holy shit you’ve never felt so good, the vibrations almost unbearable now that he controlled the pressure, the angle, and every ruthless second of it.
“fuck- chris, I’m so close-” you gasped, back bowing off the bed, thighs shaking hard against his knees. he laughed, low and mean, grinding the vibrator even harder. “already? you were the one who started this, baby. can’t even last-”
“no, no, it’s- fuck- it’s too much- ” your voice cracked because it wasn’t an orgasm building, it was something bigger.
his cock had been sliding through the mess you’d both made, and every time he rolled his hips the blunt head kept nudging right against your entrance- once, twice, again- teasing, grazing, almost slipping in. you weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or if the wetness just made it impossible to avoid, but every graze made you crazier.
your stomach clenched so hard it hurt, pressure coiling tighter and tighter until you couldn’t breathe. “chris, wait-”
but he didn’t wait. he rocked his hips harder, grinding the toy in cruelly. he kept this going until you finally snapped.
“fuck- chris!” you screamed, actually screamed . a gush of wet heat exploded out of you, squirting hard around the buzzing toy, splashing up his abs, his cock, the sheets, everywhere.
your whole body seized, hips jerking helplessly in his grip while you soaked everything in messy, pulsing waves. the sound was obscene, wet and loud, and you couldn’t stop - another spurt, another broken moan ripping out of your throat louder than you’d ever heard yourself.
chris groaned like he’d been punched, eyes blown wide. “holy fuck-” he kept the vibrator pinned right where it was, forcing you through it, making the mess worse with every cruel second.
your mess coated his hand, dripped down his thighs, and the sight of you completely falling apart under him snapped something in his brain.
“shit- fuck-” his rhythm stuttered, cock jerking against the toy once, twice, and then he was coming too, thick ropes painting your stomach, mixing with the mess you’d already made.
he shuddered hard, forehead dropping to yours, both of you panting like you’d run a marathon while the toy kept buzzing between your bodies.
chris kept the toy in place for just a second longer, drawing out every aftershock until you both were twitching and whining from overstimulation, tears beginning to prick your eyes.
once chris finally eased the vibrator off your swollen cit, he let the soaked toy drop to the mattress with a wet thud, then collapsed half his body on top of yours.
“fuck the rule,” he whispered against your mouth. you could feel him still hard, still dripping, and sliding against where you were pulsing and way too empty.
you let out a breathy laugh and sank your teeth into his bottom lip, hard enough to make him groan and smile against your mouth.
“next time,” you whispered, tasting him, tasting both of you.
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