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Can you make blurb or fic of reader or whatever watching Chris jerk off and can’t touch him untill he cum
GOD YES. Thank you for your horny horny request. Thank you for matching my freak. 🙏🙏 Nothing turns me on more than the idea of watching Chris Sturniolo jerk off to completion while he tells me I'm not allowed to touch it. 🤭🤭
(ᯤ) 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓞𝓷 𝓜𝓮 - 𝓡𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓻, 𝓟𝓭𝓾𝓫𝓬𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷
ⓘ smut, bsf!chris, male!masturbation (really sensual and drawn out jerk off scene dripping with way too much detail if you're into that), getting caught, vouyerism/exhibitionism, teasing, handjob (sorta), chris is somehow sub and dom at the same time
..."you can look but you can't touch"...
dividers by @/uzmacchiato
Chris couldn't help himself. After you'd drifted off to sleep beside him on his couch, desire overtook him. It wasn't anything particular that triggered his urges. Maybe it was simply the fact that Chris always jerked off before he went to bed. It was his way of winding down, letting go of the day, and lulling himself to sleep.
Like clockwork, his body responded, blood rushing below his waist, the aching of his cock nagging at him, begging him to touch it. He tried to ignore it, tried to push the naughty ideas as far away from himself as possible, but they persisted.
He adjusted his hardening length, letting it fall flat against his stomach and pinning it in his waistband, which was a mistake, because the second his fingers brushed against it, his body responded even more. Heat creeped up the back of his neck, his heartrate and breath quickening as arousal flooded his system.
He sighed, glancing down at the bulge in his sweatpants before glancing back over at you, still fast asleep on the opposite side of the L-shaped sofa. He listened to the sound of your rhythmic breathing for a few cycles, making sure you wouldn't wake up the second he pulled his dick out.
He couldn't believe he was about to do such a disgraceful thing with you in the same room as him, but his shame about the throbbing between his legs was quickly absolved by the soothing feeling of his hand caressing himself through his sweats.
He treaded carefully, gently palming himself through the cotton. He let out a long, needy exhale as he squeezed his length, feeling it twitch in response. His tongue darted out from behind his lips, wetting them as they curled into a devious smile. He started to slowly run his fingers along the underside of his cock through the fabric, a soft moan unfurling before he could stifle it.
He traced the outline of his cock, his fingertips brushing over his tip, tantalizing himself until he couldn't take it anymore. He lifted his eyes to you again, making sure the coast was clear to continue. He pulled up the hem of his shirt and slowly lowered the waistband of his boxers and his joggers until the head was just barely peeking out.
He glanced down at his glistening tip, noticing the precum that was already pearling from his slit. He shuddered as he swiped his thumb through the clear fluid, teasing his swollen, mushroom-shaped head. "Fuck," he uttered in a breathy whisper, sinking into the couch beneath him.
His gaze flicked up at you again to make sure you hadn't woken up, still drawing circles on his sensitive tip with his thumb. It both excited him and terrified him to have you sleeping just a few feet to his left as he engaged in such an intimate act with himself, his heart racing with adrenaline.
He smirked, feeling a sense of pride about getting away with such a thing, making his cock swell even more.
His fingertips dipped into his waistband, slithering around his hardness. He started to slowly move his hand back and forth, creating friction. His eyelids grew heavy, his lips parting as he started to pant at the feeling. "So good," he quietly hissed, unable to keep his thoughts inside.
You didn't stir. You were just curled up on the couch in the same position you were in when the idea to jerk off crossed his mind. Growing more confident that you weren't going to wake up, he tugged down his waistband even more, freeing his cock from the restrictive fabric.
You heard him before you saw him. A soft pant, a few pleasured moans, the quiet but unmistakable fap fap fap that filled the room. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, wondering if you were still dreaming. You felt your face flush at the sight.
There was Chris. On the other side of the couch, his dick completely out with one hand wrapped around it. His dreamy blue eyes were fixed on what he was doing, his jaw hanging slack and his chest heaving.
You couldn't believe this was happening. You blinked a couple of times to make sure you were actually seeing what you were thought you were. The longer you watched, the more surreal it felt.
He was completely lost in pleasure, stroking himself slowly and deliberately, massaging his tip with his thumb, completely unaware that you were now conscious and watching him. "Ahh.. fuck.. mmm.. oh god.." he whispered through broken moans and stuttered breaths. He was clearly getting close, his strokes growing sloppier and faster.
He threw his head back, practically abandoning his attempts to muffle his sounds, especially when he drew his focus back to his tip. His hips lifted off the couch, driving his cock into his cupped hand, making a twisting motion on the upstroke. He could feel himself getting carried away, knowing he had to gain control of himself if he was gonna cum discreetly.
He lowered his head again, his eyes meeting yours. He gasped, his cock throbbing in his grasp, both humiliated and turned on by the fact that he'd just been caught. "Fuck," he practically sobbed, immediately bringing his movements to a stop and ruining his impending orgasm. "It's not what it looks like."
He knew it was a stupid excuse. There was no way to hide or play off what he was doing. He didn't drop his hand or try to stuff his cock back into his sweats. He just stayed still.
You didn't move either. You just stared at him in awe, clearly enjoying the show he was unknowingly putting on for you. "What the fuck are you doing?" You asked, chuckling, a smile creeping into your expression, still laying on your side.
Chris was relieved when you sounded amused rather than angry or disgusted. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I thought you were asleep. I just.." he replied, his voice trailing off into panting.
"You can finish if you want. I don't mind," you shrugged, biting down seductively on your lip as your eyes dropped to his cock again.
"Really?" Chris asked, smiling back at you, starting to slowly move his hand back and forth, eager to keep going at the slightest bit of encouragement.
"I could help if you want," you offered, starting to sit up and scoot closer to him, reaching your hand out to grab it.
It wasn't that he didn't want your help. He just really loved the way your eyes felt on him while he pleasured himself.
"No," he stopped you, firmly gripping your wrist. You paused, his reaction catching you off guard. "You can look, but you can't touch," he told you, smirking, his icy blue eyes on yours as he continued to slowly jerk himself off in front of you.
You nodded, biting down on your lip as your stomach turned with arousal, surprising yourself by how much you were turned on by having to sit there and watch, not allowed to touch anything.
"Eyes on me," Chris muttered as he squeezed his cock in his grasp, feeling it pulse against his palm while he maintained eye contact with you. "That's it. You like what you see?"
You nodded dumbly at him even though the question was rhetorical with how intensely you were staring him down. "I know you like it," he smirked up at you. "But you still can't touch, okay? Not yet."
You could tell he liked taking control of the situation, ordering you as to when you could and couldn't touch him, and you secretly liked it, too.
Your gaze flickered back down to his perfect cock. You admired how big and veiny it was and how pink and smooth his tip looked, still leaking with precum. You licked your lips, your eyes focusing on his long fingers and the way they looked perfectly wrapped around his length, skillfully working his hand back and forth over it.
You could feel your clit throbbing between your legs, your pussy growing wetter with every stroke. Your gaze flicked back up to his face again, the way he was looking at you with pure desire, pleasure inscribed into his features, and his expression saturated in lust.
"Fuck. Good girl. Keep watching. Don't stop," he begged, his voice breaking, loving the feeling of your eyes on him.
"Can I touch it? Please?" You asked, batting your lashes and scooting closer to him on the couch, his praise teasing you even more.
He shook his head, staring at you with his heavily-lidded blue eyes. "No. Just look."
There was something about being denied that made you want to help him even more, but you respected his wishes - look but don't touch - as if he were a priceless piece of art, only to be seen and not felt.
You watched his cock twitch as he continued to caress it, his fingertips grazing the underside. "Fuck," Chris rasped under his breath, his hand moving a bit faster now. "I'm getting close." He licked his lips, peering back at you with pretty eyes that sparkled with desire.
You wet your own lips in response, mirroring his body language back to him subconsciously. You could feel your own breathing pattern speed up, feeling completely entranced as you watched him, practically experiencing his pleasure vicariously through him.
You'd never wanted anything more than to feel his thickness in your hand, and as soon as you'd given up on that hope, Chris looked up at you with a desperate and lust-filled look. "Wrap your hand around it."
You'd never obeyed someone so quickly. You snaked your fingers around the upper half of his cock while he pumped the lower half back and forth. You followed his motion, starting to stroke it up and down, twisting your wrist as you did and swiping your thumb over the tip.
Any bit of composure he had left crumbled under your touch and your awestruck gaze. His whole body started to shake, the muscles in his abdomen tightening. Your name and a slew of moans poured from his lips as a silky, white fluid cascaded from his swollen tip.
You felt it twitch in your hold, your jaw dropping as it flowed down onto your hand, Chris' hand, and his lower stomach. You glanced up at his expression, the way his needy eyes were fixed on yours, his parted lips, and his flushed face, not a single thought in his head except for how earth shatteringly incredible it felt. You'd never seen anything hotter.
"Fuck.. mmm.. ahhh," he sighed, finishing himself off as you helped. He sank further into the sofa beneath him, letting the overwhelming pleasure wash over him like an intense wave as he smiled up at you, slipping his hand over his length until he'd drained himself of every last drop.
He panted heavily, wiping the sweat from his brow with his free hand and running his fingers through his hair. He laughed, his cheeks blushing as he looked back with a clear head on how he'd found himself in this situation.
"You do this with all your friends? Jerk off next to them after they fall asleep?" You poked fun at him, the humor never leaving your voice.
He chuckled in response, trying to catch his breath. "No, I've never done anything like that before. I didn't think you'd wake up."
"Pervert," you smirked, but the words had no bite to them. You trapped your lip between your teeth, your gaze flickering between his pretty blue eyes and the mess the two of you made. "Next time you should let me help you from start to finish."
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