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Tasty Sandwich

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pairing: chris evans x anthony mackie summary: chris offers his home for his friend anthony to stay over while filming a movie in boston. things take a wild and steamy turn when anthony catches chris gooning over his underwear. notes: smut 🔞, canon universe, top anthony, bottom chris, lots of spit/slobber, "gooner" concept, degradation words: 4,752

To film his upcoming action film, Rapid and Angry, Anthony Mackie had to fly all the way to Boston to film his scenes. Having to stay there for many weeks, his longtime friend and co-star in many films, Chris Evans offered Anthony his place for him to stay as long as he needed. And because they were already close friends, they didn’t have to worry about acting shy when living together.

As soon as Chris heard that Anthony would be filming in his hometown he immediately called and offered his place for Anthony to stay over, saying that it would be easier than wasting money on a hotel room. What Anthony didn't know was that Chris had a major crush on him but was always too scared of saying anything.

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10:15am. Chris looks at the clock, nervous that Anthony is late 15 minutes from the time he said he’d arrive. He paces the living room nervously with his hand propped up to his face as he bites his nails.

C’mon, c’mon. Where is he? He says in his head.

*ding dong*

As the doorbell rings, Chris sprints to the front door.

“Oh, hey, man!” Chris says as he opens the door, trying to sound casual and relaxed. He leaned awkwardly on the doorframe, giving off his best goofy smile as the backwards cap on his head gave him that frat guy image.

“Hey, Chris! Sorry, it took me a while to get a cab,” Anthony explained as he stepped inside with his bags.

“No worries, man. Come on, lemme show you to your room.”

Chris led Anthony to the inside of his house, not worrying about introducing him to every room as Anthony had already visited a couple times before.

“Here,” he stopped in front of one of the rooms in the hallway. “You can put your clothes in the closet and everything. Make yourself at home, bro!”

“Thanks,” Anthony said with a little chuckle as he placed his bags down on the floor of his temporary bedroom. “Can I use your bathroom? Gotta take this plane stank, man.”

“Sure! The bathroom is just down the hallway. Last door,” Chris instructed. “I’ll arrange something for us to eat in the meantime, you must be starving!”

Anthony just chuckled before closing the door to remove his clothes and go to the bathroom.

In the kitchen, Chris whistled playfully as he brought out some bread and other ingredients to prepare some large sandwiches. He was excited and nervous to have his friend over and wanted him to feel welcome.

10 minutes later, everything was ready. The sandwiches were done – big and full, by the way – and other snacks were placed on the counter alongside a bottle of soda.

Ready to give his friend a warm welcome, Chris walked to Anthony’s room with the tray of food.

The door was half-closed and Chris peered inside, seeing that it was empty and noticing Anthony hadn’t finished his shower yet, with the sound of the running water in the back of the hall giving him the verdict. He was about to leave and wait in the living room when his eyes came across something on Anthony’s bed.

It was his underwear. Tossed and clearly used.

Something in Chris’ head clicked and he couldn’t help but step inside. He walked closer and placed the tray on the bedside table as he kept his eyes glued to the underwear. He reached out with his hand, mouth already watering.

He picked up Anthony’s used undies and brought it up to his face, pressing it against his nose and deeply inhaling his friend’s musky scent. His eyes cross slightly as the smell of Anthony’s sweat and dried cum invade his nostrils.

Chris’ bulge grows big as he gets lost in the most intimate smell of his friend. His hand almost unconsciously travels under his pants and wraps around his thick and long shaft as he strokes himself slowly while repeatedly inhaling Anthony’s musk.

At some point, Chris completely forgets that his friend could come into the room at any time and decided to strip his clothes, completely invested in pleasuring himself to the musky scent in Anthony’s boxers.

Laying on the bed with his legs spread, cock standing up in its full 9-inches glory, Chris kept his eyes closed as he completely tuned out every sound around him and focused on smelling every scent from the underwear, from the smell of the fabric to the sweat on the taint. The intense odor made his eyes cross under his lids and his tongue unintentionally stick out, drool dripping from it.

The only time he ever opened his eyes was to see where the single cum stain was and dive his nose onto it again, smelling the salty substance released from Anthony's member at some point during the day. Stroking his cock until it was harder than a rock and dripping with pre-cum, Chris drove himself to a high he had never been before, with his sensorial parts being stimulated to their fullest to the realization that he was smelling his hot friend’s cum.

He was seconds away from the most intense orgasm he ever had when something stopped him.

The sound of Anthony clearing his throat made Chris’ eyes pop open and hand stop dead in its tracks. He took a second to have any other reaction before he hurriedly looked for the blanket to poorly cover himself and start babbling nonsensical words in desperation.

“Tsk tsk,” Anthony said, voice deep and stern. “Wouldn’t take you for a gooner, Chris. Such a pathetic sight you almost eating my dirty underwear.”

Chris turned red in embarrassment. But under the thin blanket, his cock twitched at Anthony’s comment. The latter noticed the movement under the sheet.

Teasing, Anthony stepped closer slowly, arms crossed and the white of the towel around his waist striking against his wet chocolate skin. The almost mean expression on his face prepared Chris for what was to come.

“Wanna act like a pathetic slut?” He said, daring. “Then I’m gonna make you act like a pathetic slut.”

Before Chris could even try to speak up, Anthony interrupted.

“On your knees.” His voice sounded deeper than usual. Chris’ member once again twitched under the sheets.

“I said, on your knees,” he demanded. “Now.”

Chris slipped off the bed, the blanket going down with him but falling on the floor as his erect cock dripped in shameful arousal. He placed himself on his knees in front of Anthony, face inches from his friend’s huge bulge.

Silently, Anthony untied the towel and around him and let it fall to the floor, revealing his engorged 12-inch cock. It looked juicy. It was thick and veiny, the drops of water on it making it shine a glossy brown with the bulbous head smacking Chris’ in the face. It felt heavy.

“Now you’re gonna worship my cock, you dirty bitch.”

Chris’ watering mouth opened slightly at the comment. All that name calling was making his insides twist and turn in excitement.

“Come on, slut. I know you wanna worship your master’s cock.”

“Yes, master.” Chris said softly, voice nearly inaudible as he spoke up for the first time since Anthony walked in on him. As Chris wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, Anthony smirked, knowing damn well he’s got his friend wrapped on his finger. Chris parted his lips wide and welcomed Anthony’s dripping tip into his warm drooling mouth. As the first taste of his cock invaded his tongue, Chris went cross eyed and eagerly started to bog his head on the dick.

Anthony moaned lowly at the feeling of his friend’s hot and wet mouth around his member. He couldn’t help but place a hand on Chris’ head and motion him to go deeper.

As the minutes passed by, Chris took Anthony deeper into his mouth, inch by inch. His drool spread across his face and all over the huge cock as he stroked the shaft in the same rhythm he went up and down on the wet cock, the sound of his mouth against the slob-covered skin reverberating through the room. The filthy sounds and the sight in front of him made Anthony go wild. Soon, he was fucking Chris’ face as if it was a fuck toy.

Anthony’s moans became louder and more gutural as the sound of his dick going in and out of Chris’ drooling mouth became more frantic. Chris’ eyes were almost completely crossed and he kept slobbering all over Anthony’s 12 inch cock, going completely dumb over it.

Soon, Chris tapped on Anthony’s thighs hurriedly, signaling he needed some air. Anthony then removed himself from Chris’ mouth and the wet popping sound of the lips unwrapping from his drooled cock made him twitch. A string of spit connected Chris’ red used lips to the tip of the engorged member.

“Fuck,” Anthony exhaled. “You slut, you drooled all over my cock. Look at that pathetic face, all messy.”

He gave Chris just a few seconds before he went in again, hands on each side of his face and cock ready to fuck his drooled mouth one more time. Chris wrapped his hand on Anthony’s cock again and prepared himself. Anthony went in, driving his spit-covered shaft into Chris’ abused mouth. Slower than before, Anthony told Chris to bob his head as he thrusted in a less aggressive pace. Soon, the sound of sloppy suctions filled the room again.

“Oh, yeah,” Anthony dragged out a groan. “Fuck, that feels so good. Fucking slobber on my big fucking cock you little slut”

Chris moaned around the huge cock in his mouth. The taste of Anthony’s dick, mixed with the excessive drool, and pre-cum wetting everything from his face and hands to the base of Anthony’s member, made Chris want more and more.

But Chris’ jaw was starting to hurt. Keeping his mouth open so wide to fit that huge cock for that long was starting to get to him. So he tried to pull off Anthony's dick.

As Chris tried to slide off Anthony’s wet length, the latter pressed him down by the nape, making him slide back down again. And again. And again. Until Chris was gagging on his cock, nose pressed against his smooth crotch. The sound was so arousing, Chris’ throat struggling with something so big inside it. But Anthony didn’t want to hurt Chris, so he let go.

Chris slid off the cock as soon as his head was free from pressure, coughing from the struggle. Not only a string, but quite a lot of drool connected to his tired mouth to the shimmering shaft of Anthony’s giant cock. Slobber was also smeared across Chris’ beard and chest hairs, resulting in a beautifully filthy image. Anthony fought the urge to take a picture of the sight.

“Look at that,” Anthony chuckled. “Such a filthy little slut, you are. Covered in spit, so messy and sloppy. You look so fucking sexy covered in this mess.”

Chris looked absolutely filthy. And he loved it. Not once did he try to wipe his face and clean the slobber covering him. His mouth, his face, his beard, his chest and hands were all slick with spit.

After he had a few more seconds to breathe again, Anthony demanded, “now make me cum, slut. I wanna see that pretty face covered in my jizz.”

Taking a deep breath, Chris leaned in once again, promptly wrapping his fingers around the shaft one more time and kissing the tip before enveloping the head in the warmth of his mouth. This time, Anthony stayed back watching, letting the other do all the work.

With spit gathering up the more Chris sucked him, the sound of his hands jerking Anthony’s huge cock was loud and sticky. His lips were glossy red as they worked their way up and down the wet shaft. Chris’ pace quickened by the minute and soon his movements were frantic. Anthony’s moans grew louder as he neared his high, which motivated Chris to please him as much as he could.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Anthony warned, voice strained and airy.

Chris stopped at the tip, lips wrapped around the head like in a sloppy kiss and his hands made the work, stroking each inch of Anthony’s incredibly large cock. The wetness of the slobber helped Chris do the work.

Soon, Anthony took over and grabbed his cock, removing it from Chris’ mouth and jerking it in front of the other’s face. Chris stuck his tongue out in a filthy expression and waited, eager to receive his master’s milk. Within a matter of seconds Anthony came, shooting his warm milk all over Chris' already sloppy face, with some sticking to his beard and some falling onto his chest. Anthony shot rope after rope of cum in a never ending orgasm that left Chris’ face soaked in jizz.

“Fuck. That was so much cum, master” Chris let out, voice hoarse from all the sucking. “I’m completely covered in your milk.”

Chris got up, knees red from the position he was at, and reached up to his face, fingers about to wipe the cum off his face before Anthony stopped him, grabbing his wrist. “Don’t. I wanna see that pretty face of yours covered in cum when I fuck you, slut” Anthony said, voice firm and dominant. “Now lay back on the bed and spread your legs for me.”

As obedient as ever, Chris did as he was told and got on the bed, promptly laying back on the sheets and spreading his legs, awaiting Anthony’s next instructions. His cum-covered face was the hottest and filthiest sights Anthony had ever seen, he thought.

Anthony then kneeled on the mattress and positioned himself between Chris’ muscular legs, fingers wrapped around his girthy cock, leading it to the other’s awaiting hole. “Fuck me, master” Chris let out. “I wanna feel that big cock ripping me apart.”

“Oh, yeah?” Anthony smirked, teasing Chris’ hole with the large head of his dick. “You slut, you wanna feel my cock all the way inside you, huh?”

“Yes, master. Please, fuck me,” he pleaded.

Giving in to the other’s desires, Anthony pressed in. Chris’ hole was pink and tight, unprepared to receive such a large cock. But Chris liked it like that, he loved feeling the burn of something so big entering him raw.

“Fuck~” Anthony dragged out. “You’re so fucking tight, you filthy slut.”

As Anthony slid his way into Chris slowly, getting all 12 inches in, he looked at the other’s cum-soaked face. Chris never looked so handsome and dirty at the same time. Anthony’s huge cock was ripping through his insides, giving Chris the most pleasurable pain he ever felt, a burn so arousing his dick pulsated and precum dripped from its tip.

“Fuck, master. You feel so good,” Chris moaned, voice weak and airy. “Fuck me with that horse cock you got, master. Fuck me.” He crossed eye as he felt the last inch of Anthony’s big dick enter him, hitting him in all the right spots and making him the fullest he had ever had.

After Chris got used to the pressure within him, Anthony started moving slowly. As he slid back and forth in Chris’ hole, the other’s expression of pure pleasure would intensify. Chris' gooner face told Anthony just how much of a slut his friend was and how much he was enjoying having his hole obliterated by his cock.

“M-master,” Chris stuttered as Anthony pounded his hole so hard it made his body tremble. “It feels so fucking good, I’m fucking drooling,” a string of spit ran down the corner of Chris’ mouth as his pleasured intensified. Chris’ mouth was open and Anthony could see his tongue sticking out, all slobbered up and dripping. It was such a dirty image.

“You’re such a whore, Evans,” Anthony let out, voice breathy from all the pounding he was doing. Anthony’s chest was glistening with sweat and Chris fought the urge to lean forward and lick his friend’s delicious skin with his wet tongue.

As Anthony gave a hard thrust, Chris squirmed, feeling his prostate getting hit by the bulbous head of Mackie’s cock. “Fuck~” Chris let out, almost growling with his voice hoarse and airy. “Fuck me, master. I can’t get enough of your fucking cock.”

“Oh, yeah?” Anthony said. “You like my cock fucking you open, you slut? You like that?” he completed as he grabbed Chris’ ankles and opened his legs wider, fucking him faster than before.

Chris’ moans became louder and his squirms became more constant as he felt his prostate being hit over and over again. His mouth kept drooling over his face and his tongue stuck out as if he was looking for something to lick. Chris’ eyes moved as a response to the incredible pleasure he was experiencing.

Chris couldn’t help it anymore, the more Anthony fucked him, the more he wanted to move closer and lick every part of his body as his ass got destroyed. “Fuck” he let out once more before leaning in and, with his mouth still open and dripping with slobber, licking and sucking all over Anthony’s plump and sweaty chest, leaving a trail of spit everywhere.

With his face still covered in Anthony’s cum, Chris pressed his nose against the crease between Mackie’s pecs and drooled over it, also leaving behind some of Anthony’s own cum on his skin. When he leaned back, he saw the sinful painting he did on his friend with his slobber and Anthony’s cum. “Fuck.” Somehow, the sight made Chris even hornier, making his mouth open wider and his tongue stuck out further in arousal.

Chris batted his eye over Anthony’s delicious brown nipples and dove in again, promptly sucking on them as he once again smeared Mackie’s own cum around with his eagerness.

Anthony continued to pound into Chris' messy hole, ramming his huge cock into his prostate again and again. Chris felt that he could cum any second, sucking onto Anthony’s nipple harder the closer he felt to the edge.

Unfazed, Anthony repeatedly hit Chris’ spot over and over forcefully. Chris felt more and more sensitive with each strike and frowned as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was about to cum. Hard.

After a few more seconds, Anthony gave one more thrust – especially hard – right onto Chris’ prostate, drawing a desperate moan out of him as he let go of his nipple and accidentally spit over his chest (again). Chris’ grip on Anthony’s shoulder sharpened and he felt his hole quiver and squeeze unconsciously as he reached his high. “I’m gonna fucking cum” Chris let out, voice trembling and tight.

Chris’ cock pulsed as cum shot out of him at a forceful speed, landing right onto Anthony’s abs and chest. The moans that came out of him as he kept cumming were deep and hoarse, and he clung onto Anthony tightly as he drew out his orgasm. While on cloud nine, Chris unintentionally slobbered onto Anthony’s shoulder. He looked helpless.

Anthony laughed at his friend’s state. “So pathetic. Couldn’t even control yourself, you slut. Came all over me, untouched,” he mocked him. “So soon too, huh? Pitiful.” Chris let out a small moan at the comment, cock still buried inside him, hard and brushing at his abused prostate.

Anthony looked as Chris had slobber all over his face and tongue out like a dumb slut. Looking down at his own chest, he saw the wet spots where Chris had drooled and spit over while being pounded crazy. And he was about to make him goon even more.

That’s when Anthony started thrusting again, speedy and forceful, pounding Chris’ hole over and over again, not caring that the latter was sensitive and overstimulated. It just made everything hotter. Chris’ face looked dumber and dumber as his eyes rolled back, his tongue stuck out and slobber kept dripping out of his mouth, turning his face into an even dirtier mess.

The sound of Anthony’s hips slamming against Chris’ reddened buttocks filled the air once again, somehow even louder. Chris couldn’t help but let out rhythmic moans and groans each time Anthony thrusted in, head cloudy with overstimulation and sensitiveness. He felt like a dirty slut. “Fu-fuck me! Feels so fucking good, fuck” his voice came out in an almost-unintelligible ramble.

The more Chris looked gone, the more Anthony wanted to fuck him. His hips weren’t slowing down anytime soon regardless if he had been fucking Chris for a long time. He was invested. There was no pain or tiredness that could stop him from abusing his friend’s gaping hole, which started to let out the air Anthony was fucking into him.

Anthony started feeling his climax coming up for the second time as his thrusts became sloppier. Chris’ dirty gooner face was making him so horny he couldn’t help but get close again. “Faster, faster. Fuck!” Chris’ fucked out voice let out, desperate for more cock. The wet sloppy sounds of his hips against Chris’ became louder and Anthony’s moans followed it.

Right before cumming, Anthony whipped his cock out of Chris’ abused hole and moved closer to the latter’s face, which had already been painted by him earlier. Anthony jerked off rapidly for a few seconds before he shot his huge and thick load of cum over Chris’ beautifully disgusting face, coating it with a thicker layer of his milk.

Despite being his second time already, Anthony’s load was massive and it thoroughly covered Chris’ face once again, giving him an even dirtier look combined with all the slobber and previously shot cum. Chris held his tongue out and managed to catch some of the milk, tasting it and realizing how he’d love to drink it every day. “You’re delicious,” he said, tongue licking around his lips.

Anthony stroked the last few drops of cum out of his cock in slow and strong grips before he was done. He took his time to breathe heavily for a while as his dick softened and Chris came back to his senses a little bit.

After some minutes, Anthony looked down and realized how dirty his cock had gotten, with some dried cum on it from his first load combined with the freshly shot load he just let out. He looked at Chris’ slutty face and something in his head clicked.

Anthony put his hand behind Chris’ head and motioned him closer to his cock – which was still huge even when soft. Like a horny slut, Chris’ automatically opened his mouth dumbly, just waiting for the next command. “Suck it clean, dirty whore” Anthony demanded.

“Yes, master” Chris moaned. He didn’t have to be told twice, his automatic reaction was to put Anthony’s thick shaft inside his mouth and start sucking and licking. Anthony felt the wetness and warmth of it and couldn’t help but start getting himself hard again. Chris’ tongue was skilled and it thoroughly went through all of his shaft, up and down and all around. The sound of the filthily wet slurps made Anthony twitch inside Chris’ mouth.

Part of him was still in awe of how much of a cockslut his friend was. Chris’ movements on his cock felt so perfect and automatic, his cloudy eyes telling him that Chris was still gone with pleasure. “Hmmmf~” he moaned around the thick shaft.

Because of how sensitive his cock was after two orgasms, Anthony couldn’t help but feel a third one coming up quicker. But before he could cum again, he looked over at the food tray Chris brought for him and had a filthy idea.

He removed his throbbing cock from Chris’ tired mouth, a thick string of spit connecting his abused lips with the cockhead. “Grab the sandwich,” Anthony demanded.

Unsure of what Anthony had in mind, Chris obeyed with a slightly confused expression on his dirty face. He leaned over the side table, grabbed the food and sat waiting for Anthony to tell him what to do next.

“Open it up,” he said firmly. Chris slowly opened the sandwich, still confused as to what Anthony was wanting him to do. Mackie positioned himself closer to the food and pointed his large cockhead towards the inside of the large sandwich, stroking his tired cock rapidly, ready to shoot his third load in a row.

Chris watched in awe as he slowly came to the realization of what Anthony was about to do. Something about it made him feel especially excited as he held the sandwich open, making sure it’s angled properly so he doesn’t miss a drop.

Chris’ eyes crossed in anticipation and he automatically stuck his gooner tongue out as he heard Anthony moaning more and more, getting closer to his third orgasm of the day by the second. The sight of Chris’ slobbered up and cum-covered face drew Anthony closer to the edge. And soon, he came, shooting his still surprisingly thick and massive load all over the sandwich. He painted inside the food like it was a tasty sauce as he milked his cock clean stroke by stroke.

Anthony exhaled deeply and leaned his head back in ecstasy as he came down from his high, chest moving up and down as he pushed oxygen back inside his lungs. “Fuck,” he let out, breathy. “That was awesome.”

He turned his head back towards Chris, who was still sitting before him, sandwich in his hands. “Now eat.”

“What?” Chris let out, confused.

“Eat the sandwich, slut,” Anthony demanded.

It took Chris a couple seconds to process what Anthony wanted him to do. He looked down at the cum-filled sandwich in his hands and let out a small “fuck”, weirdly excited to eat the cum-covered food. “Okay,” he let out in a hurried whisper before he closed the sandwich back up and brought it up to his mouth in a hurry to find out how Anthony’s cum tasted with the other ingredients.

“Hmmmf~” Chris moaned as he munched on the first bite. Anthony’s cum was so thick that the taste really stood out and made Chris’ eyes roll back in some sort of pleasure. “Tastes so good,” he said, muffled, with his mouth full.

While Chris was focused on tasting the special sauce on that sandwich, Anthony leaned over to grab his phone that was tossed on the bed. He heard Chris let out some “tasty” and “delicious” as he unlocked his phone and clicked on his camera app. Anthony pointed it towards the sinful sight on the bed and snapped a picture. Chris was in the center, sitting on the edge of the bed, his face still covered in slobber and cum as he took a big bite of the sandwich in his hand. Anthony could see some of his thick cum oozing out of the edges as Chris held a firm grip on it.

Chris didn’t even notice as he kept munching on the food as if it was the first thing he’s eaten all day, letting out moans every time he tasted the saltiness of Anthony’s cum. “Fuck, this is so good,” he kept saying.

Anthony then opened the picture he snapped on his phone and promptly set it as his brand new lock screen photo. It was a sight to behold indeed, and he wanted to see it every day.

He watched as Chris kept giving the sandwich big bites until it was done. Anthony whistled as Chris swallowed the last bit of the cum-filled food as if to say “woah, you really liked that.”

After their highs were over, the two finally felt the aftermath of their wild fucking. Chris felt sore and sleepy while Anthony felt like he had just run a marathon, body all sweaty and legs aching from all the thrusting. Silently, Anthony climbed on the bed and laid back on the once-clean sheets. Chris moved himself back on the bed and rested his back on the mattress as well, not worried about getting up and getting himself cleaned, especially his filthy face.

Anthony held out his arm for Chris to crawl over too. As he wrapped his arm around him, Chris laid his cum covered face onto his muscular chest, letting a little bit of the cum and slobber drip onto Anthony. Soon, the two fell into a slumber, comfortable despite all the sweat, cum and slobber that covered them.

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averyfromzero · 11 months

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Mario & Luigi

pairing: mark lee x male reader

summary: you take your tipsy boyfriend back to his room after sm's annual halloween party. loose and silly from the alcohol, mark makes a comic advance at you.

notes: canon universe, dorky mark, goofy sex, stupid jokes

*extra note: mark is not drunk here, he's just a little tipsy! he's still conscious and everything that happens here is consensual. 😊

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Giggles filled the room as you and your tipsy boyfriend, Mark, walked through his bedroom door.

"You're so drunk," you said jokingly, holding your boyfriend up by the waist as his right arm was draped around your neck.

"Shut up, no I'm not," Mark responded, whining jokingly.

"Sure, buddy," you smiled as you let go of your silly boyfriend to sit on his bed. You were tired.

It was Halloween and SM had once again thrown their annual Halloween party. You and your boyfriend decided to go dressed as Mario and Luigi, fake mustaches and everything, drawing quite the amount of laughs from your friends and labelmates.

The party was a blast. By the end of it, some people were drunk dancing, others sat and watched the mess while a few of them fell asleep on their chairs.

Mark, as usual, got through the night with quite a few cups of beer, which got him loose enough to start dancing in the middle of the room with a drunk Johnny. It was quite a funny sight to see, you thought.

You weren't very into beer, so all you had throughout the party was soda and a glass of a very delicious fruit cocktail. You preferred watching how Mark would keep fixing the fake mustache on his face whenever it fell off while he laughed with his members, all very loose with alcohol.

Now, you were sitting on your boyfriend's bed, feet hurting from the uncomfortable shoes as you gathered the energy to take your Luigi costume off. Your fake mustache had fallen off sometime during the party while your green hat was thrown on the couch as soon as the both of you entered the dorm.

As you leaned down to untie your shoes, you failed to notice your still-energetic-boyfriend turning his back to you to do something. His red Mario hat still on his head, he fumbled with something on his clothes.

Finally taking your shoes off, you sighed in relief, feeling the coolness from the air-con hitting your feet.

Leaning your back onto the headboard of Mark's bed, you made yourself comfortable before finally looking at your boyfriend again.

You watched as Mark suddenly jumped and turned around to face you again, fist on each side of his waist and intact mustache and hat on, his drunk voice came out in a funny italian accent. "It's me, Mario!"

You chuckled, looking at his cute face, flushed from the alcohol, before moving your eyes down to something that took you off guard.

Mark had his cock out from his overalls, hard and bouncing up and down from his recent jump.

You couldn't help but burst out in laughter at the ridiculous sight.

Mark kept a stupid grin on his face as you laughed.

"Mark," you started, voice strained from giggling. "What are you doing?!" You couldn't stop laughing.

"Wanna help me unclog a pipe?" Your dorky boyfriend asked, eyebrows wiggling and grin being ridiculously contoured by that mustache.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's silliness but couldn't help but giggle.

Mark pouted cutely are your reaction. With his stupid mustache still on, he said, “hm, my mate doesn’t want to unclog my pipe. Mamma mia…”

You laughed again as your boyfriend approached the bed, cock still pointing upwards and bobbing up and down with each step.

You couldn’t help but coo at his cute face. “Okay okay, big guy” you started. “How’d you want me to unclog your pipe, mate?”

Mark’s frown turned into a goofy grin. “Hmmmm,” he faked being pensive. “Why don’t you try sucking it out?”

You raised an eyebrow at your silly boyfriend. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You mumbled.

This wasn’t the first time your boyfriend asked for drunken sex. Whenever he’d go out for drinks with his bandmates he would come back to you all goofy and horny, face flush from the alcohol and silly grin denouncing his condition. Of course you’d only attend his wishes when you knew Mark was sober enough to be conscious, being tipsy at most.

Giving in to Mark’s quirks, you leaned in and wrapped your hand around his hard erection, standing 16cm tall and waiting to be “unclogged”.

You heard Mark giggle quietly as you stroked his shaft a few times before connecting your lips to the wet tip. Mark’s bulbous cock head was red and he couldn’t help but sigh as your pretty mouth wrapped around him.

You kept eye contact with your silly boyfriend as you started to go down, trying not to laugh around your boyfriend’s penis as you noticed him breaking out of the Mario character, squinting his eyes shut and letting his mouth fall open in a silent groan as he was engulfed in wet warmth.

Picking up the pace of your blowjob, you kept watching as Mark tilted his head back in pleasure and let his red hat fall to the ground.

Startled by it, he turned his head again to face down at you, lifting his hand to make sure his stupid mustache stayed put. You grinned in amusement around his cock.

You kept your mouth on your boyfriend’s erection for a few more minutes before Mark started to groan louder. He was getting close.

Not wanting his pipe to burst yet, you decided to pull back and watch as a string of spit connected your now plump red lips to the wet tip of Mark’s dick.

Mark groaned in frustration at the loss of warmth around his shaft. He looked at you with that fake pout again.

“Relax, big guy,” you said as you started to change positions in his bed. “Got a better idea on how to unclog your pipe,” you winked maliciously at him.

Mark licked his lips and saw as you positioned yourself on all fours against the mattress.

“C’mon,” you called, sounding all goofy. “You know what to do.”

You watched as Mark crawled on the bed clumsily and slowly positioned himself behind you, cock throbbing in anticipation.

“There’s a zipper in the back of my costume, unzip it,” you said, facing back at him.

Mark nodded and leaned in to find the zipper. His fingers slipped a little before he finally grabbed it and started pulling. You could see the boy was so concentrated in stripping you naked that he had his tongue between his teeth as he cautiously pulled the zipper of your overalls down.

After successfully unzipping your costume, Mark signaled you to get up for a moment so he could remove the straps from your shoulders.

Sliding the denim straps down your arms, Mark pressed his hand gently against your back so you’d go back to your previous position on all fours. You still had your green undershirt on.

Mark slid your overalls down to your thighs and marveled at the sight of your bubble butt covered in white underwear.

You noticed Mark licking his lips once again, face still red from drinking, before moving his hands to grip and feel your bottom.

He enjoyed the feeling of your clothed ass for a few seconds before pulling the waistband down and revealing your supple skin.

Mark didn’t waste any time before leaning in and burying his face between your cheeks, immediately lapping at your hole and taking you by surprise with his eagerness.

You couldn’t help but close your eyes and groan at the sudden pleasure.

Mark was an avid ass-eater. He loved going down on your hole whenever he had the chance.

You felt as his moist tongue kept licking and licking at your entrance. Drunk Mark was sloppy and desperate, lapping at your hole hurriedly like there’s no tomorrow.

Eventually you felt your entrance becoming more and more wet and loose, giving your boyfriend’s tongue the chance to prod in and fuck you slightly.

Moans started filling the room as Mark kept eating you out like a hungry animal.

After a few minutes, your boyfriend stopped his movements and leaned back, promptly grabbing at his hard cock and trying to position it on your now-wet entrance.

Your tipsy boyfriend tried several times but missed your hole entirely before you decided to step in and do it yourself.

You giggled as you swatted Mark’s hand away to grab at his cock yourself, positioning it on your hole and moving your hips back until Mark felt your entrance right against the tip of his dick.

After feeling the head of your boyfriend’s cock finally pop in inside your hole, you let go of his shaft and motioned Mark to hold you by your hips.

“C’mon, now unclog that pipe in me, mate,” you said comically.

Mark laughed as he started to move his hips slowly.

He picked up the pace pretty quickly after that, desperation not letting him take things slow.

Soon, the sound of his hips slapping against your butt filled the room and the sight of your boyfriend fucking you in that position drew a moan out of your mouth as you watched the sinful scene through the mirror on the wall.

Still, you couldn’t help but giggle noticing that that fake Mario mustache was still glued to Mark's face. Not even the sweat dripping down your boyfriend’s face made that thing move.

“Ah!” you suddenly screamed at the feeling of Mark’s cock finally hitting your spot. Your arms gave in and your head was soon pressed against the soft mattress. Your boyfriend’s clumsy thrusts started attacking your prostate nonstop from then on.

“Oh, fuck,” Mark let out, voice hoarse and sexy. “Fuck, baby, that’s so good.”

His constant prodding at your prostate kept you from responding with any understandable sentence. All you could do was moan.

Mark kept fucking you nonstop for several minutes, both of you getting increasingly aroused as the sound of your skins touching became louder.

“Fuck,” Mark sounded breathless. “M’gonna cum, babe. Fuck!”

“Yeah?” you managed to let out, voice also breathy. “Unclog that pipe, baby.”

Your stupid response didn’t seem to phase Mark as he focused on bursting his load inside of you.

His thrust became almost inhumanly fast as he neared his orgasm.

Soon, he was groaning loudly and shooting his cum inside your hole, filling it up with ease as his hips gave his final and forceful thrusts against your ass.

The sound of your boyfriend moaning and the feeling of his load filling you up tipped you over the edge, making you cum all over the sheets.

As the two of you rode down your highs, all that could be heard was your loud breaths, trying to reach for air after such an intense climax.

You felt as Mark slowly pulled himself out of you and flopped down on the bed.

Cum was leaking down your legs when you decided to get up and clean yourself.

On your feet, you turned to your boyfriend and noticed he had fallen asleep. You giggled at the sight.

Going to the bathroom to get you all cleaned up, you came back into the room wearing nothing but your white briefs. Shirt and overalls forgotten on the bathroom floor.

You used wet wipes to clean up your boyfriend’s cum-covered cock, now soft against his thigh.

Tucking him back in, you stripped Mark of his Mario costume carefully before covering him with a blanket. Those cum-covered sheets would have to wait ‘til tomorrow to be cleaned up.

After all was done, you crawled back into bed with your snoring boyfriend and cuddled him, caressing his soft hair as you also fell into slumber.

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averyfromzero · 1 year

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"breathe on me"

pairing: na jaemin x male reader summary: you live in a dorm with your best friends jeno, jaemin and jisung - with a friends with benefits deal with the first two. on a sleepless night, jaemin comes to your room looking for some action. notes: canon universe, smut, friends with benefits, reader is also an idol, cockwarming, jaemin is a top! *you can consider this to be placed in the same universe as "lazy sunday"!

words: 1.6k

Living with Jeno, Jaemin and Jisung led to the four of you growing close together until you were all each other's best friends. Despite not being part of the group, you clicked with the NCT Dream members so quickly that soon it did feel like you were all part of the same team. While you shared a room with Jeno, Jaemin and Jisung shared another.

After just a few months living together, you, Jeno and Jaemin ended up building a friends with benefits deal with each other during a period in which your schedules were so stressful that you guys ended up turning to each other for some relief. While Jisung isn't a part of the deal (he's straight!), he knows. (Ok, maybe he only found out about it after catching you guys in a threesome in the living room once... He was traumatized)

This time, you were sleeping peacefully on your bed. Jeno was also quietly snoring away on his own bed on the other side of the room. That was until a certain intruder comes into the room.

Silently, Jaemin opens your room door and sneaks in, wearing only pajama pants while his toned chest was on display. He tried clicking the door closed silently as to not wake anyone.

Swiftly, he makes his way to your bed and leans in close to you, hand on your shoulder. He calls your name in whispers while gently shaking you until you start to awaken.

With sleepy serrated eyes, you turn slightly to look at whoever interrupted your sleep. In the dark, you notice Jaemin's pretty face looking down on you. "Hm?"

"I can't sleep", he whispers. "Can I sleep with you?"

Instead of giving him a response, you move on your bed to make space for your friend to join you. You feel your back against the wall and wait for Jaemin to pull up the covers and crawl into bed.

You watch as he comes close and notice how he's not wearing any shirt. His chest is getting so toned, and his shoulders are already so big. You were loving this new buff era your friend was getting into.

As Jaemin settled on the bed, he moved his right arm around you and motioned you to come closer. You lied your head on his chest and felt as his arm wrapped around you, hand moving under your shirt to caress your back. You hummed in content.

Getting yourself more comfortable, you positioned your leg over your friend's and snuggled closer, using your right hand to draw circles around Jaemin's plump chest.

After a few seconds, you noticed how Jaemin's hand was moving suspiciously down your back, getting closer and closer to your sleeping shorts. Simultaneously, you felt on your leg as something grew bigger and harder under your friend's pants.

Ah, right. That's what he came here for.

"Jaemin."

"Hm?"

"Wanna fuck?"

You look as Jaemin slightly nods and drives his hand under the fabric of your shorts, grabbing a handful of your meaty ass and squeezing.

Mimicking his move, you also slip your hand under his pajama pants, feeling the wiry pubic hair he keeps tidy before feeling the hardening meat and wrapping your fingers around it.

Taking advantage of the fact that you have your face on his bare chest, you start sucking on Jaemin's nipple while you stroke his 7-incher to full hardness. He moans at the wet sound of your lips and tongue around his nipple.

Once Jaemin's cock is fully hard, you decide to slide down his torso until you're facing his tented-up pajama pants. You slide down the fabric to his mid-thigh and sees your friend's rock hard cock spring up in the dark, tip shining with precum.

Wrapping your hand around Jaemin's shaft again, you move your head closer to it and wrap your wet lips around the tip, tasting his salty precum and the taste of his milky skin. Jaemin tasted delicious.

You heard as Jaemin moaned and brought his right hand to the back of your head, motioning you to move on his dick. Giving in, you started to bob your head up and down his hard cock, thoroughly wetting it.

After a few minutes of endless sucking, you felt Jaemin pull you gently off his cock, a string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his member.

You moved on the bed so you were face-to-face with your friend again and leaned in, connecting your spit-covered lips with his. Jaemin was eager and immediately darted his tongue inside your mouth, hand on the back of your head as you two made out intensely.

When you felt the need to pull back to breathe, you promptly adjusted your position so you were laying on your back to let Jaemin know you were ready for the next step.

Jaemin sat up and moved until he was sitting in between yours legs, using his strong hands to part them so he could fit his hips against yours perfectly. Before anything else happened, he leaned in again to make out with your for a few more minutes, still intense from arousal. You loved how eager Jaemin was whenever he was horny, acting all dominant while still being gentle.

While making out heatedly, you felt as Jaemin started to pull down your sleeping shorts along with your boxer briefs until you were naked from the waist down. The cold air-con air in the room hit your crotch and you felt a chill running down your legs.

Breathless once again, Jaemin pulled off and sat up in a way so he could remove his own pajama pants, leaving himself completely bare. Even in the dark, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight of your friend's hot body in front of you. Gorgeous face, strong arms, plump chest, defined abs, and a big juicy cock. Your best friend was one sexy motherfucker.

Knowing you had already been fucked by Jeno earlier, Jaemin didn't bother taking out the lube and prepping you too long. All he did was ask for you to suck on two of his fingers and then entered them in your ass for a minute before you were ready.

You watched as he spit on his hand and stroked his cock with it for a few seconds before holding it still and pressing it against your awaiting hole. Didn't take much to go all the way in as you were already used to it. You heard Jaemin groan once he was completely inside.

Worried that you might've woken up your other best friend sleeping on the other side of the room, you and Jaemin turned to check. Jeno was still sound asleep. You didn't care if he watched or not (it already happened multiple times before anyway), but you didn't want to bother him in his sleep and risk your friend waking up grumpy the next morning.

Relieved, you two faced each other again and you felt as Jaemin slowly pulled out before slamming his hips against yours again. He was a pro at it, he knew how to slam you hard enough to make you feel it but not enough to make too much noise. He smirked as you reacted to his strong thirst.

Jaemin had his hands on each side of your head so you had the privileged view of his huge biceps flexing to keep himself up while he thrusted in and out of your hole eagerly (but careful not to make a fuss). His chest and abs were starting to glisten a bit as sweat formed over his milky soft skin. It was a sight to behold.

After a few minutes of continuous thrusting, Jaemin started to feel his arms getting tired from holding himself up in that position. Pulling out of you momentarily, your friend motioned you to lay on your side as he positioned himself behind you and promptly made his way inside you again, continuing to fuck you right away.

You couldn't help but groan in pleasure once Jaemin started to hit your prostate repeatedly, hugging you from behind as he chased his own orgasm as well. You didn't bother stroking yourself to completion and just held onto Jaemin's strong arms that were holding you tight as you waited for him to make you cum untouched as he'd already done several times before.

You could tell Jaemin was getting close to his orgasm once his thrusts became less rhythmic and a bit more sloppy, slamming against your butt with more impact and less worried about not making too much noise.

You felt as he leaned in closer and his face was against your shoulder, heavy breathing blowing on your skin. You could hear his low grunting each time he thrusted in with force and tightened his grip around you.

It didn't take long before you felt your cock twitch and a rush of pleasure run up and down your body as you climaxed. While at it, you involuntarily clenched your hole and drew a long groan out of Jaemin, who reached his high right then and there, cumming inside you as he pressed his nose against your neck as to try holding back a louder moan while his legs trembled slightly at the intense orgasm.

You two stayed still for a couple minutes, breathing heavily as you recovered from your intense climaxes. You felt as Jaemin lazily left a few wet kisses on your neck and muttered out a deep "thanks" before he reached down for the blanket that had been tossed around unknowingly during sex to cover the two of you back again.

Once the room was silent again, you two noticed as Jeno snored softly on his bed on the other side of the room, letting you know he never once woke up while Jaemin pounded into you. Getting comfortable, you two drifted off into a peaceful slumber while Jaemin was still balls deep inside your ass and kept his arms around you.

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averyfromzero · 1 year

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"maroon"

na jaemin x gender neutral reader

"you look back at when you first met and hope you two stay together for as long as time allows."

words: 526

this is a very very short fic i wrote in just a few minutes, so don't expect much!

it was inspired by taylor swift's "maroon"

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" Jaemin asks, back to the couch while you had your feet on his lap.

The two of you looked flushed from the nonstop laughing and tickling from a few minutes before.

"Your roommate's cheap wine," you answered, jigglying around the empty red wine bottle in your hand. "That's how." You giggle, cheeks red.

Jaemin can't help but smile at your state, face puffy and voice funny from the alcohol. Cute.

He suddenly tickles your feet and you burst out in laughter, begging for him to stop as he denies in a cute voice as if he was talking to a puppy.

"A-ah, Jaemin, stop!" You let out, laughing.

Unbothered, Jaemin keeps tickling you, going up your leg and stomach while he gets closer to you.

Suddenly, you were laying on your back on the floor while your boyfriend was hovering over you, fingers tickling your side under the shirt and eyes never leaving yours.

His hand stopped and soon he was slowly feeling up your soft skin, laughter not longer being heard as you felt goosebumps run all over your body at Jaemin's soft touch.

How did I get so lucky? You thought as you looked at his beautifully sculpted face.

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It was New Years Eve when you had first seen each other. Gayo Daejejeon, when the stage was full of artists waving at their fans and welcoming the new year.

You and your bandmates were clapping along to the song when you felt a piece of confetti lay on your shoulder and you turned around to check.

As you turned, you ended up bumping into someone's chest. Someone much taller than you. Embarassed, you looked up only to see the most gorgeous face you've ever seen.

Jaemin looked down on you and laughed fondly, waving his hand around and mouthing "it's okay" when felt yourself turning red and apologizing nervously.

As you turned to the front again, shy, you couldn't stop thinking about how gorgeous that boy was.

Little did you know Jaemin was feeling the same thing. Lost in his thoughts, clapping to the song while his head replayed the image of the cute face that he'd just seen bumping onto him.

And just like that, you two counted down to midnight and looked up as the fireworks painted the sky maroon. Pretty, but not as pretty as the faces imprinted into each other's memory.

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Now here you two were, just two months later. Two months after Jaemin had sneaked his way into your Kakao after getting your number from a friend.

With your boyfriend still fondly looking down at you just like that New Years Eve when you first met, you worried that your jobs and yours fans would eventually set you apart like it always seemed happened.

Unbeknownst to your worried brain, Jaemin had gotten close enough to make you feel his breathing against your face.

When his lips touched yours, all your worries seemed to disappear completely.

When he pulled back and you saw the way he looked at you, you knew Jaemin would never let rust grow between the two of you.

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averyfromzero · 1 year

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Hot Sauce

this story was written in collaboration with the amazing @chrisevansxmalereader! go check more of their work, they're awesome!

pairing: tom holland x chris evans

summary: tom's stepfather, chris, burns himself in the kitchen. when tom goes to help him clean up, a sudden sexual tension surges and leads to unexpected (and steamy) events in their household. what would happen if tom's mother found out about it?

notes: smut 🔞, stepfather chris, stepson tom, bottom chris, top tom, comedy, pec-fucking

words: 3,933

It was a warm summer day, Chris was home cooking for his stepson Tom who was currently home from college for the summer. Chris had married his mother when Tom was 17 now he’s 20 years old and Chris was 41. Tom was in the living room watching some old movie while Chris was busy in the kitchen; he had wanted to cook his son food while he was home and his wife was out.

The sound of the pots and pans from the kitchen was all Tom could hear from the living room as he watched TV while his stepfather cooked dinner. Tom’s mother was away running some errands, so it was going to be just the two of them for most of the night.

“Fuck!” Tom heard his stepdad yell as the noise of some of the pans hitting the floor startled him. He ran to the kitchen to check on what was going on, only to find Chris covered in boiling hot sauce.

“What happened?” Tom asked as he rushed into the kitchen to help clean up his stepfather.

“The pan slipped through my hands and I got hot sauce all over me,” he said, in pain. “Fuck, my hands hurt.”

Chris was lucky he was wearing an apron over his shirtless chest so most of the sauce fell onto it. However, his hands got in the way and they seemed to have gotten burnt by the hot condiment.

Tom grabbed a dish towel from the counter and promptly cleaned off the sauce from Chris’ hands, quickly helping him remove his sauce-covered apron.

“Fuck, your hands are really red. Does it hurt?” Chris nods. “We gotta put some cream on it.”

Chris waits as his stepson leaves to grab the cream from the bathroom.

With the tube of cream in his hand, Tom comes back into the kitchen with worry still plastered on his face. He doesn’t say a word while removing the cap and squeezing some of the content onto his step dad's hands before using his own to smear it around.

“Argh, I think some of it got on my chest, I feel it burning a bit on the side,” Chris says, hissing a bit from the pain.

Tom doesn’t answer back. Instead, he looks right at his stepfather’s plump chest to look for any burns. He sees that a tiny amount of sauce fell on Chris’ left pec and it must be causing him some pain too. Tom promptly wipes the sauce off with the dish towel from before and hurriedly squeezes some more cream on his fingers before using them to smear it around the area.

As his hand comes in contact with his stepfather’s skin, Tom can’t help but notice how supple Chris’ chest feels under his touch. Smooth, plump and squishy.

Meanwhile, Chris hisses upon feeling the slight stinginess from the cream over his bruise. However, he also marvels at how good his stepson’s hand feels over his pec. Feels good. Too good. The two begin to lose themselves in the weird feeling of Tom’s cream-covered fingers running over Chris’ pecs.

“Ah,” Chris lets out. The pain turns into pleasure as Tom’s fingers suddenly touch his left nipple.

A dirty thought goes through Chris’ head and he debates whether he should voice or not.

The gradually growing arousal takes over him and he says it.

“Can-” he clears his throat. “Can you put some of it on the other side too? I think I got some of it there.”

His lie is obvious but Tom is too focused on feeling up his stepfather’s muscular chest that he doesn’t care. In fact, he’s glad, that way he gets to feel the other side as well.

He squeezes more of the cream on his hands and starts using both of them to feel up Chris’ pecs. With one hand on each side, Tom makes circular movements over his stepfather’s chest, occasionally running over the taller’s nipples and drawing a small moan from the man.

With each stroke of Tom’s hands over his chest, Chris’ moans became louder, his nipples becoming more and more sensitive as his stepson kept going.

At some point, Tom had smeared so much cream over his stepfather’s chest that his pecs were glistening all over, making it look even more succulent than before.

Fuck, I wanna fuck your chest, Tom thinks to himself, eyes never leaving Chris’ plump shiny pecs.

“Fuck, I’d love that,” he hears his stepfather say, still lost in the feeling of Tom’s hands over him.

His hands stop moving. Did I say that out loud?

“What?”

“I said, I’d love if you fucked my chest.”

It takes Tom a few seconds to gather his thoughts before he decides fuck it, I’m do it.

Tom moves his hands to Chris’ shoulders and motions him to kneel down on the kitchen floor. His stepfather is still lost in his arousal to question anything, he just obliges.

After getting into position, Tom looks down and nearly moans at the sight of his muscular stepfather kneeled on the floor with his chest glistening with cream, waiting for him to fuck it.

He hurriedly pulls down his sweatpants and underwear, not wanting to waste any time. His cock jumps out, hard as a rock and wet at the tip. He’s so horny.

Tom doesn’t waste any more time before positioning his rock hard penis in between his stepfather’s pecs. Chris, on the other hand, doesn’t get the chance to even look at his stepson’s dick before he feels it against his skin, warm and stiff. Feels even better than Tom’s hands.

Slowly thrusting, Tom enjoys the feeling of the slickness of Chris’ cream-covered chest against his cock, sliding it up and down in between his stepfather’s glistening plump tits.

“Ohh,” Tom lets out a long moan as his head tilts backwards in pleasure.

Chris moans in response.

After a few minutes slowly thrusting, Tom picks up his pace and starts to fuck his stepfather’s chest real fast and hard, using both his hands to squeeze Chris’ pecs against his cock, making it tighter and hotter.

Chris moans loud at the feeling of his stepson’s cock rubbing against his skin, feeling it go up and down on him, the bulbous shiny tip pointing up to his face closer and closer at every thrust.

The sound of moans and the wetness of their skin against each other fills the kitchen as Tom nears his orgasm and Chris completely forgets about the pain on his hands. His own penis hard under his shorts and its tip rubbing against the fabric.

Soon, Tom’s loud moans become more erratic and Chris knows he’s about to shoot his load all over him. The thought makes Chris’ cock twitch and his own moans become more frantic.

As he’s about to burst, Tom stops his thrusting and removes his cock from against his stepfather’s skin. His right hand quickly wraps itself around the shaft and starts to stroke it up and down at a desperate speed.

Chris watches as his stepson masturbates hurriedly over him, anticipating what’s about to come.

Soon, Tom draws out a long moan and shoots several ropes of white milky cum all over his stepfather’s chest. He’s never cum so much in his life.

Unbeknownst to the young man, Chris himself orgasms under his pants, thick cum oozing out of his covered cock head and staining his underwear.

Before they have the chance to recover from their highs, suddenly they hear the sound of the front door unlocking. It must be Tom’s mother, Chris thinks.

The two hurriedly clean themselves up with that same dish towel from before and Tom runs to his room after pulling his pants back up.

“Honey, I’m home,” Chris hears his wife say.

“Oh, h-hey, honey,” Chris responds, stuttering a bit. “I’m here!”

He hears her steps coming closer. “Oh my God, what happened to your hands?!”

Chris doesn’t have the time to explain why his hands are red and covered in slick before his wife runs to the bathroom to grab bandages.

All Chris can think about while he’s getting himself treated is how fucked up whatever him and his stepson did here was and how much more fucked up was that he wanted to do it again.

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The next couple weeks are pretty awkward for Chris and Tom. They kept avoiding each other like the plague, trying to pretend nothing had happened the day Chris burnt his hands.

But in that afternoon, when Tom’s mother was once again away running errands, Chris had enough. Tom was locked up in his room since the night before, never leaving to eat or even go to the bathroom. That had to stop.

Stomping his way to his stepson’s room, Chris opened the door with no warning, startling the boy. “Look,” he started, voice firm and strong. “We can’t keep avoiding each other like this! What we did that day was done, it’s the past, but we can’t just not ever speak to each other again. So man up and stop locking yourself in your room, you're acting like a child!”

Tom, who was silent and frozen up until that point, got up from his bed and started yelling back. “Who are you to speak to me like that?! I’m not a child anymore, so stop treating me like one!” Chris felt himself heating up as the boy snarked back at him.

“Oh, yeah?! Then show me how much of a man you are!”

That’s when Tom’s impulsiveness got the best of him. He stepped closer to his stepfather and put his hand on his shoulder, forcing him to his knees.

Chris was confused but the grip Tom had on him was stronger than he expected, so he gave in.

His stepson started stripping in front of him, removing his shirt and, then, lowering his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath, so his flaccid but still significantly large cock was out on display.

“I’ll show you how much of a man I am,” he hissed. “Now suck.”

Tom placed his hand on his stepfather’s head and forced him down on his cock.

Chris, who was still feeling a bit lost, couldn’t help but drool at the sight of his stepson’s manhood in front of him. As he felt himself being forced down, he promptly received Tom’s cock inside his warm wet mouth.

The young man’s penis swells up inside Chris’ mouth in record time, getting hard as a rock almost immediately.

The feeling of his stepfather’s wet warmth around him was heavenly, drawing a long moan out of him. Meanwhile, Chris’ moaned around the cock as he savored Tom’s taste.

Tom fucked Chris’ mouth for several minutes, going hard and making his stepfather’s eyes tear up at his rough thrusts.

When he felt himself getting close to his orgasm, Tom decided to pull out. He wasn’t ready to finish just yet Instead, he silently stepped towards his bedside table and grabbed his secret bottle of lube he kept there. Not questioning him, Chris, still on his knees, watched as his stepson squeezed lube all over his hand and leaned down to rub it against his chest, getting him all wet and shiny for what was to come.

For the past couple weeks, all Tom could think of while locked up in his bedroom was how good it felt to fuck his stepfather’s pecs, and how much he wanted to do it again. He even touched himself several times during that period thinking about that. Now, he was finally going to do that again.

After getting Chris’ chest perfectly lubed up, Tom positioned his stiff cock in between his stepfather’s plump pecs, moaning at the feeling of the cold lube against his skin. Before Tom could use his own hands to squeeze Chris’ pecs together, his stepfather was quicker and did it for him with his own hands, making Tom feel the wet tightness around him.

Soon, Tom was thrusting back and forth against Chris’ lubed up chest. Once cold, the wetness started to heat up and the friction, making both Tom and Chris moan at the hot feeling on their skins.

Tom’s thrusts were so desperate that he became sloppy after a few minutes, erratically fucking against his stepfather’s hot chest.

His chase after his orgasm became so desperate that Tom started to fumble and slip his cock out from the position he was in, making himself frustrated as he tried to reach his high.

Chris could see the frustration behind his stepson’s eyes as he tried desperately to get himself in position again so he could cum. It was both cute and hot as fuck.

After a few tries, Tom was finally able to perfectly position himself back against Chris’ chest. Chris let out a small laugh at the amusing sight. Which did not go unnoticed by the younger, making him feel even more fired up.

With his new anger built up from his previous sloppy tries, Tom starts to fuck his stepfather’s pecs harder and tougher than before, drawing moans from Chris at the feeling of Tom’s quick hard thrusts against his wet warm skin. Soon, Tom was cumming all over Chris’ chest, painting both pecs over the layer of lube that kept the region all shiny.

The guttural moan that fell from Tom’s mouth as he kept cumming and cumming was enough to make Chris wrap his own hand around his stiff shaft and, after just a few strokes, shoot his thick load. The sight of his stepson cumming over him and moaning was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck,” panting, Chris was the first to say anything. “That was awesome.”

Tom was too breathy to even speak. All he did was nod in return. Feeling tired from the position he was in on the floor, Chris got up and crawled up to his stepson’s bed, going up to it and, for a single moment, getting himself into all fours before he could roll over to his back. To his surprise, before he could change positions, he felt hands on his round ass spread his cheeks apart suddenly.

Chris looked back and saw that Tom had his face inches away from his hairy hole.

With no chance to question what his stepson was doing, Chris looked as Tom leaned in and shoved his face in between his asscheeks. A moan came out of the man’s mouth as he felt his stepson’s warm tongue suddenly lap up at his hole. It felt so good.

Even though both of them had just orgasmed, Chris’ cock quickly grew back up and, if possible, was even harder than it was before.

Tom, on the other hand, was so focused on tasting his stepfather’s asshole that he didn’t even notice his own spent cock swelling up again, with precum soon leaking out of his tip. His stepfather tasted so fucking good that was enough to get him all ready for round two.

Feeling his hole become more and more sensitive as Tom worked his tongue all over it, Chris’ arms gave out and he pressed his face against the mattress, moaning uncontrollably at the feeling of his stepson’s tongue prodding against him.

After a few minutes of licking, Tom decided to act bold and dart his tongue inside his stepfather, drawing an even louder moan out of the overwhelmed man. Tom’s tongue found its way inside Chris’ hole with ease after all that licking around helped it loosen up.

“Fuck yeah son- Gimme more” Chris moaned out craving more than just his stepsons tongue inside of his ass. Tom continued to fuck him with his tongue as if there was no tomorrow he couldnt believe that he was actually doing this with his own stepfather. It was like a fever dream.

Tom fucked his stepfather’s hole for a few minutes before his tongue started to feel tired. By then, Chris’ hole was thoroughly wet and loose, giving Tom the chance to move to the next step he had in mind.

Chris was too sensitive and lost in pleasure to react or question what was happening before he felt something bigger prod against his wet hole. It was his stepson’s cock. His wife’s son was about to fuck him. And he couldn’t wait for it.

Tom didn’t waste any time before he slid himself inside Chris with one hard and strong thrust, hitting the man’s prostate in record time. The feeling was so strong that it made Chris let out the loudest moan so far, culturally screaming at the feeling of his spot being hit for the first time.

Smirking, Tom couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride upon making his big muscular stepfather melt under him. Soon, the boy was thrusting in and out of Chris’ wet hole, hitting his prostate over and over again as he himself chased his second orgasm of the day. The feeling of his stepfather’s hole was so good, warm, wet and tight, that Tom started moaning once again, feeling himself getting closer by the minute.

Chris let out a loud moan as Tom continued to pound his cock right into his ass, pounding into his prostate again and again “har- HARDER Tom pl- please” he begged. Of course Tom listened as he began pounding into Chris at a faster pace. “You like that? Huh?” Chris tried to respond but couldn't do anything but let out loud moans.

Chris, who at this point was just a puddle of moans, didn’t even have the energy to wrap his hand around his erection. Each time Tom hit his prostate, he felt himself getting weaker on every limb. He just felt his spot being abused and his cock twitching each time it happened.

Tom’s room was soon filled with loud moans from both Chris and Tom, the sound of their skins slapping each other in sweaty thrusts making everything even sexier. This would definitely go down as one of the greatest days of both their lives.

Tom slammed his cock into his stepfather's tight ass again and again pounding his cock into his prostate.

The noise was so loud and the two men were so intensely focused on their pleasure that they didn’t hear when Tom’s mother opened the front door downstairs and made her way up with her loud high-heeled steps.

Back inside the room, Tom felt himself getting close to cumming, so he decided to pull out and motion his stepfather to lay on his back while he straddled the man. With one leg on each side of Chris’ chest, Tom masturbated his hard rock in frantic strokes. Meanwhile, his stepfather finally found the energy to start stroking himself as well.

“Now who's the man?” Tom asked, rubbing his cock. “Y- You are” that was all Tom had wanted to hear from his stepfather and now that he said it he couldn't be happier.

As they neared their highs together, Tom’s mother Scarlett suddenly opened the door to his room, having come after hearing the loud noises from before. The two men quickly turned their heads to the door and found the woman looking shocked to the core at the sight before her, her son straddling over her husband jerking off.

In a crazy act of carelessness, Tom looked back down at his stepfather and kept jerking himself off, feeling his strongest orgasm ever build up until he cums all over Chris’ face shooting rope after rope of his thick white cream, not even caring that his mother - of all people - had just walked in on them.

Tom had never ejaculated so hard in his life. Cum kept shooting out of him and onto his stepfather’s bearded face like it was endless and, soon, he had drenched Chris’ face in his jizz.

Chris, upon being covered in his stepson’s hot milk, couldn’t help but burst too, with thick cum oozing out of his big cock like a leaking faucet. Not once in his life had he cum so damn much, especially not with his wife Scarlett. Though it was like they were in a daze and a part of them didn't fully realize she was watching them shocked but after coming down from their highs they remembered immediately and locked eyes with the woman standing at the door.

“What the fuck?!” Scarlett says something for the first time since she got there, shocked to her core upon seeing Chris and Tom on the bed. “What the hell do you two think you’re doing?!” She turns to her son. “That’s your stepfather you’re on top of, Thomas! In what world do you think that’s okay?!”

As Scarlett keeps yelling, Tom calmly gets off the bed and walks out like nothing’s happening, still buck naked.

His mother looks in disbelief as her son looks completely carless. She turns her attention to her fucked out husband on the bed and starts aim her anger at him.

“And you! What in the world were you thinking?! That’s disturbing! You’re a freak! You- You’re so… Ugh! You’re such a bastard, Christopher!” Scarlett puts her hands on her head in distress. “What makes you think this is normal?!” She yells while pointing her finger at Chris. Meanwhile, still in a bliss from the best orgasm he ever had, Chris lazily runs his thumb across his cheek, scooping up some of Tom’s cum and puts it in his mouth, humming at the taste of his stepson. To him, his wife’s yelling is just a noise in the background as he feels the most relaxed he’s ever felt.

“You know what!?” She yells again and this time Chris turns to look at her, still looking unbothered. “We’re done! I don’t wanna see you ever again! I’m done!” And she stomps her way to her room to pack some of her stuff in a nervous hurry. All the while, Chris still hears her non stop yelling from the other room while he lays there, sighing in relief.

After a moment, he hears Scarlett’s high heels stomping over the hardwood floor once again. “I’m done! I’m getting a divorce!” She yells while throwing her arms around in stress like a cartoon character.

Chris sighs once again, smiling slightly while still in bliss. He waits until Scarlett walks close to Tom's bedroom door and says, voice groggy in post-orgasm delight, “okay…” he pauses for a second. “I’ll just stay here and wait for your son to come fuck me again.” Scarlett stops right at the doorway, frozen for a couple seconds before turning her head to her husband. Her face was scrunched up and red in anger. Chris swore he could see smoke coming out of her ears.

Scarlett didn’t say a word before stomping her way out the front door and slamming it so hard Chris felt the walls shake.

After a few seconds, Tom walked back into his room and laid beside his stepfather. Both were on their backs, hands over their chests as they stared up at the ceiling and breathed loudly.

“Where were you?” Chris asked.

“Had to take a leak, sorry.” Tom answered, laziness clear in his tone.

Chris could only hum in response as he felt himself getting sleepier by the second. Getting comfortable, Chris moved to lay his cum-covered face on his stepson’s chest. Soon, the two were napping on Tom’s bed while still covered in cum. They slept so peacefully, it was almost like nothing had just happened in that room.

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