#istg jason keeps popping up like goddamn whack-a-mole we need mallets

[doubtingthomasin]

prompt 26: exhibitionism three - secret vibrator sex

word count: 2.5k

MINORS DNI

@viharker

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Chrissy's always been a little too competitive for her own good, even if something isn't necessarily a competition. From foot-races with her little brother to cheerleading contests, her goal is always to win. It doesn’t even have much to do with her mother’s ridiculously high standards; she’d love to win no matter what. She's a gracious loser even when sorely disappointed, but if she had her way, "failure" would never appear in her vocabulary. Yet unfortunately, sometimes, there is no other option than to tap out–a lesson which Eddie is about to teach her.

She’s looking for a pair of socks that she knows she left behind once, searching his drawers when she comes across it. The overwhelming curiosity quickly carries her to the kitchen, where Eddie’s grabbing a drink before they leave for the grocery store.

“What’s this?” she asks, holding up what looks like a small harness.

He peeks over the fridge door, eyes popping open wide before he stands up straight. “Oh, sort of…forgot to mention that.” She stands there, staring, waiting for a more descriptive answer. “It’s a, uh…vibrator.”

Her brow furrows as she looks at the contraption, threading the straps between her fingers. “It doesn’t look like any vibrator I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, you wear it, you don’t hold it,” he explains.

“Oh.” Silence. “Why?”

He shuts the fridge door slowly. “It’s a game people play sometimes, where one person wears the vibrator and the other has a remote control.”

Her eyebrows disappear under her bangs as she considers the implications. “You mean, like…out in public?”

He shrugs, starting to sweat bullets. “Yeah.”

“But you couldn’t wear this,” she reasons, “so you got it for me.” He looks down at the ground as he nods, and her stomach thrills.

“I was sorta…thinking ahead, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…I know we haven’t been hooking up for very long, but I guess I thought…if you were interested…”

She blinks at him before lowering her arm, inspecting the vibrator. In a weird way, she’s touched. If she’s understanding him correctly, he possibly wouldn’t have bought it unless he deeply feels that they have a shot at a future together. The thought makes her smile, which isn’t exactly the reaction he was expecting. “Like I said, it’s only if you’re interested, and we probably haven’t been together long enough for that, so–”

“Is that a challenge?” He meets her eye again to see a glint there, almost flashing with an air of defiance. It’s unnerving in the sexiest way possible.

He swallows hard. “Not really, no.”

“Oh, you don’t think I can handle it?” she asks coyly.

He tilts his head a little, smirks. “You know what? No, I don’t. It can be pretty intense, from what I’ve heard.”

She nods, her shoulders squared, chin raised against his doubt. “Okay, then.” She walks down the hallway, and he hears the bathroom door shut.

It’s ten minutes later, and he’s been trying desperately not to get his hopes up and failing when she emerges, smoothing down her pleated skirt. “Oh!” She flits back to his room, flouncing down the hall a moment later to place the small remote in his hand and walk to the door.

“Wait, are you really wearing it?!” he asks loudly in utter disbelief, which is quickly quashed when she flips up the back of her skirt, the straps lining her thighs underneath her pretty blue panties. “Je-sus.”

“Let’s go,” she sings, gliding out the door, Eddie following close behind and wondering just when he’s going to wake up.

They make it to the store twenty more minutes later, and Eddie’s been holding the remote the entire time but hasn’t pressed the button even once. She knows there’s no way he’s forgotten, so he’s definitely playing some kind of angle. She’s both anxious and exhilarated to find out what it is, already strategizing various ways to win this challenge.

They walk in the sliding doors, the building mostly empty at first glance, and Eddie grabs her a cart. They only have a few items to buy so she looks up at him, confused. “I think you’re gonna want it, sweetheart.” He smirks before walking out of sight and she shakes her head, a small spike of dread hitting her chest.

She walks toward the produce stands, looking for the two items she needs from that section. She’s passing an older woman looking at oranges when the vibrator suddenly kicks on. Her legs instantly twitch as she gasps loudly, but it only lasts a second.

“Are you okay, dear?” Chrissy turns toward the lady, eyes wide with embarrassment.

“Oh…my God,” she exclaims. “The…bananas are so expensive nowadays!” She laughs nervously, hoping it’s convincing.

“Oh, everything is,” the lady starts dramatically. She goes on about the price of fuel, current government leadership, and what she’s making for dinner later that evening, and she’s never even seen this woman before in her life. Meanwhile, Chrissy’s stuck in the second circle of Hell, the vibrator switching on every few seconds to buzz away at her clit. “Say…aren’t you Phillip Cunningham’s daughter?”

Oh, fuck. “Yes, ma’am I–am.” She’s actually going to kill him.

“And you’re sure you’re okay?” She seems genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, just…headache,” she says with a smile, rubbing her temple. “Better get this shopping done before it gets worse. Have a nice day, ma’am!” She calls the last part over her shoulder, already leaving the area–then circling back quickly to get what she needs. Thankfully, he leaves her be for those few minutes.

But also, how the hell does he know where she is or when she’s talking to someone?

She moves on to the dry goods–Ironic, she thinks–picking up a box of cereal when it kicks on again. Chrissy all but throws the box in the cart, her fingers white-knuckled on the handle. He lets it run for a few seconds longer this time before it turns off again, and she’s already gasping, thankful she was alone for that one.

But each time it activates, she has to reorganize her thoughts after it ceases, so she winds up taking a few wrong turns. She’s standing at the back of the store, idly looking up at the angled ceiling mirrors along the top of the back wall when it hits her.

He’s using them to watch her.

She scans the mirrors herself but wherever he is, he can’t be seen from her angle. But apparently, he can see her, because she’s about to start hunting when the vibrator whirs to life again. Only this time, it stays on.

She gasps for air, trying to keep quiet, looking around the empty area for anywhere to hide when she remembers the bathrooms are nearby. She’s always hated those bathrooms, with one door that doesn’t lock all the way and a sink that’s always broken, random toilet paper crumpled in one corner, but they're her only hope at the moment. She scurries toward them, leaving her cart and rushing inside to lock the door behind her.

The vibrator continues as she covers her mouth to stifle the moans, bracing herself against a sink with her free hand. Her legs shake again while they spread wider out of habit, leaning on both arms as she comes with a loud whine. She’s really worried for a moment when it doesn’t turn off, slapping the porcelain and whimpering until it does. She’s given a chance to catch her breath, and she takes that opportunity to wipe off her inner thighs with one-ply toilet paper as best she can.

Chrissy exits the bathroom, rounding the corner to see Eddie standing by the cart. She narrows her eyes at his innocent smile before turning it toward the registers. “Sleep with one eye open, Munson.”

He scoffs a laugh before leaning down to her ear. “May I remind you of who wanted to do this.”

“Yeah, but damn,” she exclaims quietly. “That was raising the stakes too high–oh, crap, we need steaks.”

“I’ll get ‘em.” And he’s gone from her sight again before she can stop him. She growls, knowing exactly what’s about to happen, and she hasn’t even taken five steps before the device springs to life. She parks at the end of an aisle, staying still even after he switches it off, her hands in fists as she feels the cart shake from someone grabbing it.

“At least wait until I’m–” Her stomach swoops sickeningly when she realizes it’s not Eddie. “Jason.”

“Hey, Chris.” He stands awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing around. “I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, probably, but…I hate how we left things.”

Oh, she’s absolutely praying Eddie can see who she’s talking to.

“W-What do you mean?” She knows exactly what he means, remembering the bruise around her wrist that took a full week to fade away. The bite mark, however–

Jason sighs before continuing. “I just hate the thought of us not even being friends. It’s killing me.”

She shrugs, waiting for her impending doom. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you yelled at me until I was crying.”

He hangs his head, shakes it. “I know, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for–” He gestures toward her wrist. “–for that, too.”

It buzzes for not even a second. She closes her eyes against it, shifts her weight on her feet. It stops. “What’s your angle here, Jason?”

“Angle?”

She sees Eddie come around the corner behind him, widens her eyes at him, and he hides. “Listen, I gotta be somewhere soon, so can we just get to the point here, please?”

He nods, clearing his throat. “I want us to get back together.”

“Are you serious?”

“I know things weren’t always perfect, but we can work at it.”

“‘We’? Jason…” She rubs the bridge of her nose, jolting slightly at a sudden, short buzz and smacking her fist against the cart handle. “I’ve moved on, okay? You should, too.”

“But Chris–”

“And don’t call me that!” She almost yells it, satisfied with his stunned expression as she huffs. “Just leave me alone.”

He sniffs angrily, jaw clenched. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

“You’re obsessed,” she snaps. “Find a hobby.” When it’s clear she’s not backing down, he shakes his head and storms away. Once he’s out of sight, she rushes to the end of the aisle to see Eddie’s wide, guilty eyes.

“Fuck, did it turn on?” he whisper-yells.

“What the hell, Eddie?!” Same volume.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I dropped it and accidentally hit the button when I picked it up.” She snatches the remote from him, curling her hand around it. “Seriously, I didn’t mean to do that. Did he notice?”

“No,” she assured him with an eye roll. “He wouldn’t even know what it looks like when I come.” His eyebrows raise, and she rubs her forehead as she realizes she said too much for the middle of a grocery store on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Oh, um…okay.” He nods slowly. “Interesting information to have.”

“Can we please just go check out?” she sighs. “I just wanna go home now.”

He nods, kicking himself mentally. “Yeah, I can drop you off on my way back to the trailer park.”

“No, what?” She looks desperately confused before she realizes what she said, and in the same second, he realizes what she really meant. “I…I meant ‘your place.’”

It’s another one of those few times Eddie is rendered speechless, a soft warmth spreading through his entire body, because not only does Chrissy feel safe and loved when she comes over to his house. 

She considers it home.

They’re about to enter the checkout line when he finally speaks again. “Go on out to the car, I’ll take care of this.”

“It’s fine, I can–”

“Chrissy.” His voice becomes firmer, making her squeeze her legs together when she notices the glowing embers in his eyes. “Go to the car.”

She nods as he takes the remote from her, mouthing the words. Yes, master.

He bites his lip, the faintest hint of a smile turning up the corners of his mouth as she pivots to walk out the door. She knows he can see the van from where he’s standing, and sure enough, the moment she shuts the door, he presses the button.

She clears her mind of the bullshit with her ex, focusing on chasing her own pleasure as the vibrator does its job, unraveling her in less than two minutes. She’s resting her head on her arm against the dashboard by the times he gets in the driver’s seat. “Seriously, are you okay?”

She knows he isn’t talking about the vibrator. “I’m fine. Or I will be.” He rubs circles on her back before he takes off down the road.

They’ve got twenty minutes before they’re home. “Want another?”

She just nods, laying back in the seat as he activates it. She moans loudly, taking full advantage of the fact that she doesn’t have to be quiet there. In less than a minute, she’s writhing again, her head hitting the seat as her body tries to arch against the seatbelt.

“So you mean to tell me,” Eddie begins casually, as if he isn’t already completely hard, “that he never made you come? Not even once?”

“Exactly.”

He scoffs. “Asshole.” He turns it on again, waits for her to come once more before he continues. “So I’m the first to do so?”

“Don’t get a big head about it,” she moans, gasping for air again. She wails when he turns it on again, coasting her into her fifth orgasm in an hour’s time. After it fades there’s an edge of pain she’s not sure she’s ever felt before. “Eddie.”

“I’m just making sure I understand,” he replies, switching it on again. “You’re saying, without a doubt, that–”

“Tigers! Tigers!”

He throws the remote down immediately, pulling over sharply to the side of the road. “Shit, are you okay?”

“Uh-huh,” she confirms, her chest heaving. He pulls her to his shoulder, kissing the top of her head. “I hate losing.”

He can’t help but chuckle, and she joins him as the pain fades. “Would you like the, uh…consolation prize, princess?” She looks up at him with glassy eyes, and nods.

Five minutes later they’re in the back of the van, Eddie buried balls deep in her cunt as she rides him, fists gripping the back of his vest. He doesn’t touch her clit, doesn’t roll his hips, just lets her finish him off how she wants. But after seeing Jason, she wants, needs to physically feel every inch of the man she loves now. Even if it hurts a little.

He comes quickly, his soft face bathed in ecstasy as he shoots into her, fingers digging into her hip bones. She kisses the air out of his lungs as they rest against the back of the driver’s seat, and once his eyes clear, he can see the satisfied smile gracing her lips.

“Let’s go home and do that again.”

#istg jason keeps popping up like goddamn whack-a-mole we need mallets #this is very real very true in a small town though trust meeee #also the sappiness came out of nowhere too but i cry #eddissy #hellcheer #hellcheer kinktober #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #evan's writing #this one needs fine tuning