Daughter of the stranger

“Oh my god,” you whine. “Sam, please, what do you want?”

A scoff this time.

“Y/N, it’s Saturday. Get your ass up, we got places to be.”

Still laying on your stomach you flip your head over to press the other side of your face into your pillow and switch your phone to the other ear accordingly, eyes slipping back closed.

“We? I told you I’m not leaving my house today.”

A beat of silence and then: “Okay…”

“Awesome. Have fun sweating by-”

“I’ll see you in five.”

You choke on your spit, words coming out in a whoosh and eyes snapping open.

“Fuck no! Sam!”

The sound of the dial tone reaches your ears and you curse, shooting out of bed, sleep no longer an option.

You drop your phone on your sheets and then scramble around for some shorts. If you could get to Sam before he got all the way to your apartment maybe you’d be able to shove his overactive ass back in his car.

In a frenzy you stuff your phone in your pocket and start towards the front door scratching at your head when it hits you. You’re scratching at your bare head.

“Shit- where in the world…?”

You whip around and start back towards your bedroom to look for where your head wrap had hidden itself during the night. You weren’t going all the way downstairs looking a mess.

Anywhere on your bed was a no show. It wasn’t hanging off your lamp like you’d found it once (who knows how it ended up there in the first place), and it wasn’t under your bed.

You're just about to throw caution to the wind and run out as you are regardless when two things happen at once. You find your wrap sunken into your shoes at the end of your bed and someone knocks at your door.

“Oh come the fuck on.” You grit your teeth, snatch up and firmly situate your traitorous wrap, then stomp over to jerk open the door.

“No.”

In front of you, dressed in a gray pair of sweats, Sam frowns lightly, thick brows raising.

“You made a promise,” he hedges.

You flip off said thick - accusatory - eyebrows.

“Screw my promise. I'm going to stay home and you’re going to leave. Goodbye.”

The door closes right in his face. He doesn’t take the chance not to let it, only to step back so he doesn’t break his nose. You appreciate that.

“Now hold on-! Aw come on, Y/n!” There’s muffled shuffling behind the door, him adjusting his gym bag more than likely, before he knocks again.

While you ignore him to start taking stuff out the freezer for a smoothie - you were already up, you might as well make it worth your while - he knocks three more times.

It’s when your phone starts buzzing on the countertop that you cave, stomping back over to the door and cracking it open just enough for him to see the glower on your face.

“What part of ‘Bye’ isn’t clicking? I’m tired, my muscles ache in places I didn’t even know were possible, and if I have to meal prep anymore I’m going to scream.”

He peeks through the sliver.

“Just one little circuit, alright? I brought everything with me so you won’t have to leave… .” His eyes have taken on a particular brightness that makes you just a little weak in the knees. “I’ll even cook for you after.”

Goddamnit. Your face smooths out from the glare you were rocking and Sam’s lights up.

“See? That sounds nice, now, doesn’t it?”

“Fine. A full meal, not no damn sandwich, and you make my smoothie before we start.”

“Deal. Thought you were gonna break my heart for a minute there, I'm really glad we pulled through though.”

“Yeah yeah,” you grumble and drag him and all his crap in.

_ _ _

“If you’re still aching after two days then we probably have to adjust your routine,” he curls upward and the muscles in his arms flex, stretching the sleeve of his maroon shirt to its limit. “I’ll take a pen and paper to it and we’ll figure it out, that fine by you Queen of Sheba?”

You scoff while going down on your push-ups.

“Yeah, it’s fine Sam,” you make sure to catch his eye as you straighten your arms to come up, “thanks.”

He smiles, switching to do curls with his left arm.

You go down, but end up watching unblinking for a few seconds as the muscles on his bicep become well defined peaks.

Hn.

Sam glances up and you rapidly realize that you’ve been laying on the ground and staring creepily at him for the better part of a minute.

Roughly, you clear your throat; Sam smirks and seems to go deliberately slow on his next curl. The way you gulp hurts a little.

“See something you like?”

Scowling, you roll your eyes and pick back up where you left off on your push-ups. You’re focusing intently on the tile underneath your palms when you answer him.

“No,” you snap to the floor.

Everything about Sam’s laugh says he doesn’t believe you worth a damn.

You don’t particularly care what he thinks though; something that you reiterate over and over in your head as you go on to the next workout.

Where the fuck Sam’s forward ass got off hiking a portable pull-up bar up to your apartment you did not know, but here the thing is, sitting nice and pretty like it belonged to be an absolute eyesore in the middle of your living room.

You sigh and decidedly don’t stare at him too hard as he eases down to the floor to take your previous place and start his own round of push-ups, and probably a few floor presses or something considering he brings the dumbbells down with him.

On your end starting your pull-ups starts off relatively easy. They’ve never been your favorite - and you’re certain they never will be - but at least you could do them now since you started training with Sam almost a year ago now.

Sam was neat like that. Uplifting without slipping into condescension, and being one of the few people who could push you so thoroughly out of your comfort zone.

Certainly the only person you allowed to upheave your more flexible boundaries with so little push back.

Breath huffing out of you you force yourself to rest before starting on your next set, eyes running over your workout partner’s back and the way the muscles there are also incredibly defined as he engages them.

It was a little unfair honestly. Who gave Sam Wilson the right to look so perfect? With a grunt you start working out again.

Eventually you begin waning, you can feel it in the way your arms instantly start to shake as you try to pull your body weight up for your next set, and the excess heat building in your fingers. How even as you attempt to swing your legs to get more momentum to do the pull-up you just barely manage to get one in before your arms give out, straightening back, and you’re left just hanging there.

“Goddamn,” you curse. Today really was just not your day.

Distantly you note the soft thud of weights being set down at your left but you're so focused that you don’t notice Sam move until he’s already in front of you.

He jumps up and you make a startled noise as you come face to face before he does a pull-up as easy as can be. Your lips purse.

He grins, “I got you, come on. One more rep.”

You sigh but he’s looking right into your eyes with that soft grin on his face - and you’re a sucker - so you cave in less than five seconds. Also, you don’t want to keep hanging any longer than necessary.

“I might not have one more in me, period, but I’ll try,” you murmur as you look away. You prep your muscles to move, assuming the right position, when Sam shaking his head in your peripheral catches your attention.

“Didn’t I just say I had you?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s swinging just that much closer on one arm - fucking show off - and grabbing enough of your thigh to nudge you forward so he can get his arm around your upper leg and then pull you in.

“You’re such a show off, you know that?”

You still follow his line of reasoning, though; pulling up enough that you can get both of your legs around his waist.

Sam just laughs, teeth glinting.

“I’m just happy to help.”

“Ha,” you mock, but when he pulls up you do so with him. Your arms bend, but not with nearly as much strain as before with him taking the majority of your weight, and the pressure on your core significantly lessens.

You won’t admit to having to bite back a smile at the feel of him tucked against you.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah,” you pant out, legs tightening absentmindedly around his waist. Sam grunts lowly in the back of his throat. “You in the habit of catching people like this?”

The look that briefly flashes across his face is far more severe than you think your question merits, and when Sam answers he makes sure to look you in the eye.

“I try to be.”

Then the moment’s broken, he’s pulling you both back up into your final exercise of the day and you’re left wondering where the hell Sam Wilson got off making you love him like this.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! If there’s any typos I’ll catch them later.

You softly grin, resting well in your REM, dreaming about your boys holding you close, decorating your face with sweet kisses. Your sweet little monsters, doting on you with sly smirks and quiet moans. Their giant hands roaming all of your body, massaging your hips and ass, making you feel so fuckin good. God you can’t get enough of Bucky and Chris, driving you wild with their smoky eyes and mischievous grins. Always completely smothered by their combined sizes. Just…weight. And heat. Humming happily you sink lower into the bed, suddenly feeling warm between your thighs. Damn just thinking about them has got you so wet. A quick tingle down your shoulders has you giggling, sliding your feet over the bed as two firm hands cup over your goosebumped skin, digging his fingers into your inner thighs. Gasping in delight you fling your lids open, jumping up to your hands to find a naked man bunned Bucky holding a small slice of red velvet cake with a lit candle on a saucer with a charmed grin. You can’t help but smile so wide at your brooding tower of a man but then you passionately moan out, looking down to discover a squirming body beneath the covers. Chris yanks your slobbering slit closer to his opened mouth, dunking a pointed tongue into your hole. Moaning through your giggles, you fist the covers with a sick smile, arching your spine into Chris going to work on your pussy.

“Happy birthday Princess.” Bucky purrs, nibbling on the curve of his bottom lip, pushing the plate towards you dying for air. “Make a wish.”

Darting your slacked gaze down his ripped body, you peep his perfect cock standing at attention, then back to his burning gaze, whimpering behind thinned lips; Chris isn’t letting up in the slightest, sloppily making out with your throbbing folds with hungry grunts. You could hardly focus on the reality of the situation with the way he noisily slurps you up. With breathless chuckles, you gradually drop your lids and take a moment to relish in the reality of the best wish already coming true. In one shaky breath, eyes still shut, you blow out the candle and Bucky smiles sweetly, dipping the smooth tip of his metal finger in the pillowy frosting.

“Good morning birthday girl.” You wrap your trembling lips around his cool fingertip and suck the dissolving sugar clean off, inhaling a sharp gasp as Chris flicks the tip of his tongue all over your fat clit. The sheets wrinkle more. Bucky drags his fingers out of your puffy lips, pursing back pleased chuckles. “Surprised?”

“Yeah daddy.” You sigh euphorically, dropping your head back with a smile. “So surprised. Happy.”

Sitting on the bed, Bucky wraps his arm around your neck, gently cupping your cheek as you weakly call out Chris’s name. Thumbing the small hot hill of your awed face, Bucky lands a full kiss on the bridge of your nose, saying,

“As you should be Princess.” He kisses you there again then a shudder quakes all over your body. “We didn’t want you to be alone on your day.”

“Aww fuck!” You choke on another sharp gasp, signs of your orgasm approaching as two thick fingers slip in under a nimble tongue still wiggling around your contracting wall. Bucky huffs a hard sigh, cupping your left tit in his soothing cool hand. The sensation taking what little breath you have left away as he twists your nipple around, tugging on it just to hear you moan harder. A rumbling growl comes from under the covers; Chris loves when you start to squirt little by little down his tastebuds. He picks up the strokes of his fingers and it’s fuckin over for you.

“So we’re going to take care of everything. Just for you. Don’t worry about a thing. Your little monsters are here princess.”

Bucky takes your full lips in one gulp, securely locking his tongue around yours and Chris latches on to your clit, sucking and vigorously finger fucking your pussy until your squealing, limbs trembling as you let all your frustrations go into Chris’s rumbling throat. You can hardly breathe beneath Bucky sinisterly chuckling, beneath your nerve wrecking orgasm that you so clearly needed. Once he’s licked you all clean with a proud smile, Chris reveals himself like a magic trick, goatee soaked with your juices, announcing,

“Happy birthday beautiful,” slithering up your front to share your cum with you. Frenching you so hard as he makes the exchange then breaks away with a low hum so you can turn to kiss Bucky, who swallows you with a bitten lip. “Missed you Princess” Chris whispers leading a trail of pecks up the middle of your chest.

Tugging him away by his prickly chin, brushing your thumb over his saturated whiskers you sigh, “Missed you too,” allowing him to resume his journey as you sweetly take Bucky again. Fuck this was the best start to a birthday ever and it was barely kicking off. Adjusting himself to turn on to his front, Bucky drops a knee between your legs just as Chris begins to shuffle out, swapping places with him still tasting your lips that are stained with your scent. Chris hooks a finger in Bucky’s hair tie to release his thick locks down over his shoulder, who leaves you lightheaded and just as turned on as before with Chris between your thighs but now,

“My turn…” Bucky winks, hair curtaining his devilishly handsome face, “but I wanna feel you dripping down my cock…”

A careful hand rolls over the sticky head of his dick before it soothes over and under his veiny shaft. You and Chris watching on, hypnotized by the shiny vibranium stroking his hot taut skin. After a minute of teasing himself, he sticks his sticky mechanical hand in front Chris’s mouth that eagerly sticks out his tongue covered in spit, smearing it all over while simultaneously getting a taste of his precum, before Bucky slots it completely saturated back between your bodies. His eyes flutter close with a tiny groan, Chris’s self made lubricant just enough to get him ready to pierce his way inside your tuckered out cunt.

“Lay back Princess,” demands Chris lowly, pressing a firm hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down to the comfort of your bed, “you know how Bucky gets…”

Boy don’t you…and you can’t fuckin wait, nestling into the sheets, past ready for Bucky to tear into you. His fat head circling your opening just before he slips on in without effort. Your lower back pops off the bed the further he sinks. Chris loves to watch you two, loves the way Bucky damn near breaks you in two and you just take his animalistic behavior with such a pretty smile. It’s the sexiest shit he’s ever seen. Dick already fisted he gets after it, lounging back to get a better view.

“Mmm and it’s been so long too…” Bracing the side of your neck, he struggles to speak as he fills you up. Nostrils flaring and teeth clenched, inching all the way in until his dick is completely swallowed whole with a deep sigh. Casting his hooded gaze down on you with a twisted grin he shakes his head and warns, “I’m going to rip you apart…you need that?”

His hips roll slow but finish with a hard snap. “Yes daddy!” You yelp, holding on to his ripped muscles for dear life. You desperately needed that shit. It’s been a month of hell you need to feel anything else other than the blahness of adulthood. Thank god for your little monsters surrounding you with love and admiration. Oh yeah…and their nude statuesque bodies sweating and writhing with tortured groans and erotic sighs. Your black nails scratch Bucky’s scalp as he digs you out with dark growls, decorating your cheeks, lips, neck with wet kisses. Holding you so close to his rolling hips. Just to your right Chris is fuckin his hand twisting and squeezing around his jerking girth. Head hanging back and grunting out with each stroke. Faintly smiling and laughing to yourself, you can’t believe what’s happening when just last night, you were alone, feeling so damn low but now you’re high in the clouds, feeling so damn good. So good in fact you start to sing the birthday song in your head, giggling even more but accelerating moans intervene. Bucky’s fucking into you harder, working them super soldier hips rolling up into your convulsing folds. Gripping the headboard as an anchor, he roughly ruts into your bruising thighs with a wild smile like he’s trying to split you down the middle. A rowdy groan rips through Chris’s pouty lips. Swiftly he’s up on his knees, angling his cock towards you and Bucky edging closer and closer to eruption. Shouting and shrilling curse words amongst the three of you, headboard knocking against the wall, you struggle for air as your climax takes over every nerve. Limbs locked and cumming so hard. Clawing the fuck out of Bucky’s brawny back but he loves the burn. Chris is about to lose his shit listening to you cum like that.

“Oh-oh fuck. I’m—I’m about to—,” he stutters to warn Bucky who’s already up on his knees, spreading you wider to reach even deeper between your sputtering walls. You can’t handle all of that right now. It’s been too long. You’re too sensitive but your monsters don’t give a shit.

“Jeeeeeeus Christ! Bucky holy fuckin shit!” You scream, tapping out but it means nothing. Bucky locks his hands around your kneecaps with a shake of his hair and goes even harder. As if that’s possible. You’re losing your fuckin mind. Your pussy a creamy mess he just smiles down at the way it slides down his fat cock still pumping it out.

Chris is shaking; slamming his fingers into your open mouth, he spits down onto the head of his swollen cock and works it over his burning skin. And it’s just enough to shoot his load all over your heaving breast. Taking all the life from him, doubling over with a silent oh.

“Fuck. Holy shit.” Softly whispers a winded Bucky, hips hitching and stalling out, ready to explode seeing you coated with Chris’s hot cum. He lies down beside you and turns you by the chin to sensually kiss you for Bucky’s smolder, embracing a cum covered tit in his giant hand. Kneading and pinching your nipple to tease you and him. “Ugh fuck yes. So hot…”

Next, that soiled hand abandons your trembling chest and voyages down your middle and barely grazes over your sensitive clit. Sending a shout into Chris’s humming mouth you squirm as he keeps teasing your bundle of nerves. Bucky watches on with shaky breaths, watches the way your spine curls off the mattress, gearing up to bust again. Perfect timing. The pressure builds, and you can’t breathe under Chris, but he releases you just in time to combust with Buck.

“Ooooooh my fuck! Fuck!” You shrill clamping a hand down on Chris’s bicep.

Bucky’s spurting cock slams you full, gripping your thighs to hold you steady. “Oh my god fuck yes…fuck yes princess cum all over me…”

The comedown is euphoric, obsessed with the sensation of Bucky emptying out in your fluttering walls. Catching this breath with a big sigh, Bucky brushes his damp hair out of his face, grinning down at you still spasming with a lighthearted smile. You’re awake. And it’s your motherfuckin birthday. Your boys came through with a whole attitude adjustment.

“Breakfast,” purrs Chris gently kissing your cheek before he hops out the bed.

“Bath.” Bucky nods at you depleted on the bed, extending his sticky hand out help you up. Somehow you find the strength to lift your dead arm up to meet his and he tosses you up over his shoulder so you wouldn’t have to worry about using your noodle legs. Your boys know how you. As Chris walks out your bedroom, he pops you on the ass with a laugh.

“How about waffles.”

How could this day get any fuckin better. While Bucky prepares you a bath, Chris is getting breakfast ready for the three of you. As Bucky washes your back, you vent out every last grief you’ve had the past few weeks. It felt good to purge, especially in a shared tub with your brooding teddy bear listening to you go on and on with no complaints. Giving you advice and comfort…and loving kisses, apologizing for everything that you’d been feeling. You love it when your grumpy old man is so sweet on you. Even more when your badass babe joins in on the fun. Announcing food is ready as he climbs in and Bucky climbs out. Bath water waving as Chris pulls you into his arms.

“Don’t be long.”

Burying his nose into your neck and holding you so tight, he replies, “real quick promise,” kissing your wet nape and shoulder, murmuring softly, “Wanna wash my back?”

Your cheeks hurt so much you can’t stop smiling, and laughing, and swooning so hard at your little monsters spending quality time with you. Divulging all the mischief they’d been up to while you’d been too busy too see them. All you can do is roll your eyes and shake your head, snickering as you listen to their goof stories. Food’s devoured and plates are cleared. You’re already yawning because let’s admit it, you were already exhausted before these two showed up and showed out. A little more sleep sounds too damn good. Wedged between your boys? Even better. They’re already two steps ahead of you. Escorting you back to the bedroom, they let you in on the plans for the night: a small kickback with all your friends.

“You guys really didn’t have to.” You yawn crawling back into the bed. They really didn’t but you can’t help but admire them for thinking about you.

“No problem.” They smirk in unison, climbing in behind you snuggling in with a smile. When did one of them change the sheets? Really outdoing themselves today. It doesn’t take long, your lids falling shut once Bucky and Chris secure their positions around you. This is about to be some of the best sleep.

Metal music blasting. Your friends cackling and shouting over the noise. With the way the alcohol is flowing, the night’s going well. And you felt on top of the world with everyone around you having a good time. Bucky bringing you your drinks whenever you’re close to empty. Chris sitting across from you rolling your joints with that devilish smirk of his. You’re only allowed to stay lifted, cherish the night with your favorite people on this planet. It was like your shit month never happened you felt so relaxed.

The night rages. Bucky’s kicking everyone’s ass in quarters, arm wrestling anyone challenges him while Chris is shuffling a deck of cards, getting ready for another round of Screw Your Neighbor. A bottle of Jack sitting in the middle of the table. The room’s full of genuine joy and good times. This is the birthday you wanted and you didn’t even know it. Looking around the room you heart swells, your smile grows.

“Having a good time?”

You’re standing alone in the kitchen when Chris walks in on you grabbing a drink of water. You might be too faded, head all goofy and cheeks tingling, but you’ll be just fine with your boys around. Approaching you from behind he soothes his hands around your waist, pulling your round ass right into his hard on. You drop a hand to his arms with a snort, turning your chin to meet his pretty lips.

“Of course. And it’s all thanks to you big softies.” There’s a kiss. “You guys are the fuckin best.”

“We aim to please.”

His slithering tongue meets yours as he presses harder against your ass. His arms squeeze you tighter. The kiss deepens with thirsty groans. Brain’s already cloudy and Chris’s mouth doesn’t help you feel any less disoriented. It’s like the noise of the party has faded out and you could hear was your accelerating heartbeat. His gyrating cock burns you up. Locked against his thick hot body. Your need consumes your intoxicated mind so that without even realizing, your lifting the skirt of your little black dress to pull your panties down til they hit the ankles of your combat boots.

“You sure Princess?” Chris grins against your lips as you nod your heavy head and grind your bare ass up and down his length.

“It’s my birthday,” you mumble pecking his bottom lip with a crooked smirk, “I get what I want.”

Chuckling sinisterly Chris goes to unbuckle his belt, casting his heated sight on you looking up at with wide glossy eyes. “What if someone walks in?” One hand reaches down to caress his throbbing cock while the other lands a nice slap on your ass.

You yip then moan, dropping your head once you feel Chris’s hot skin along the crack of your ass. “Guess they get a show.”

Shaking his head with a smile, he slips a tender hand down your spine, watching you sway your hips side to side over his leaking dick. All you feel is tingly, but airy…huffing out steady breaths with small needy moans. God you have to have him inside you right now you missed the way he takes his time fucking into you. Slow but determined. His hand steadies you, the tip of his dick rests right against your slick entrance.

“Hmm…a proper view too.” Just one stroke is all it took to have you gasping for air. Chris always fills you up perfectly. Taking ahold of you by the hair he tugs you closer to his chiseled chest. “Mmmshit you’re so fuckin wet Princess.”

You hold on to the edge of the counter for dear life as he smoothly strokes against your spot settled deep inside you. Crying out his name but no one can hear you over the blaring guitar solos and screaming coming from the speakers in the other room. His lips pursed against the edge of your ear he grunts and groans directly into your skull and it only drives you even crazier.

“Oh fuckin hell!” You tremble after he slaps the shit out your ass again. “Fuck me daddy. Fuck…”

Chris fists and yanks your roots as he picks up the pace. You feel too damn good drowning his dick his thrusts get greedier. “Daddy’s gonna fuck this pussy all night.” He vows with haughty groans. “Gonna take care of his Princess god fuck.”

There’s a ruckus of sorts coming from the party but you two barely register all the shouts and laughter. Too immersed in one other to notice Bucky stumbling in holding his stomach, cracking up but then cutting it short when he finds you two really getting after it. Sighing a smile, he shakes his head and walks over, teasing,

“We have guests.”

Chris doesn’t even look his way, keeps his dark eyes tunneled into yours pooling with tears. “The birthday girl asked nicely. How could I tell her no.” Chris defends with a low growl still slamming into you defenseless and used but so fuckin happy. Buck’s ice cold fingertips brush the edge of your pouty lips with a soft smirk. His steel blue eyes beaming at the sight of you completely out of it.

“Fair. And she does look absolutely fuckable tonight does she not?” He slips one metal finger between your pouty lips then adds another for you to suck. “Wearing something a little slutty just for us.”

Nodding and moaning around his smooth fingers you remove your right hand from the counter and grab Bucky’s dick over his rough denim. His brows raise in surprise. He knows what that means. Chris and Bucky’s smoldering gazes meet.

“Buck.” The corners of his lips twitch.

“But…” They could just call it an early night, get everyone out but apparently there’s no time for that. You’re already pulling his zipper down.

“Bucky…” Slipping your fingers through the opening you weakly call out to him, begging for him not to turn you down. Maybe no one will notice that you guys are gone and if they do, maybe they’ll catch the hint and won’t come looking for you all. A shaky moan falls from his pink lips when you carefully pull him out. Slipping between you and the counter Bucky plunges in for an arousing kiss as Chris pulls out, using your essence as lube to get stroke his dick against your ass. You rest his fat shaft along your slit, coating it with your creamy goodness.

“Atta boy Buck…” Chris winks grabbing and squeezing your tits from behind. “Give our girl what she wants…”

“Fuck…so needy Princess…” sighs Bucky meeting your grinding hips rocking up and down his veiny rigid dick. His fat head dipping in and out of your dripping wet hole.

“Uh huh…” you whimper reaching up for his shaky lips to taste, “need both you daddies…”

Chris loved to hear it, spitting down on his cock with a crooked grin. “We got you.” He grips your ass cheeks apart, nudging at your puckered hole.

“We’ll do whatever you want.” Bucky hooks your leg up on his forearm giving him more access to your pussy. Your breath hitches loudly as they simultaneously sink inside, filling you up more than you can handle but fuck it…

“Fuck.” You sob, holding onto Bucky for support, clawing his chest. Fisting his shirt. The ache feels so fuckin gratifying. “Oh fuck yes.”

The party’s still going in the other room; everyone cheering when a Deftone’s song comes on and shouting about shots. Chris and Bucky crush you with their brutal pumps, shouting curse words over your head. Between their animalistic noises, the tone of the song, and how insanely stuffed you feel, you’re lightheaded. Fading in and out, nothing but tiny whimpers. Wedged between your beasts. Your pussy can’t stop squirting fluid down Bucky’s balls. Your legs like Jello thank god he was holding you up. Using your worn holes to chase their own high, they pump you faster, resting their sweaty foreheads against one another. Panting in each other’s awed faces. So wet you’ve probably came a few times already; you’re just here until they’re filling you up with their hot cum and they’re close…you can hear it in their tired groans. Feel their bodies shudder and stiffen as their strong hands grip your tits, your ass cheeks until they’re crumbling, together, cum spilling out your feeble holes. Holding each other completely exhausted.

“Thank you daddy. Thank you.” You whisper between Chris and Bucky, taking turns kissing them with gratitude. For this day. For this party. For being them. They smile all big and proud, pulling out to clean you up and put you back together as if they didn’t just fuck the shit out of you for the second time today…and there’s still more to come.

“Hey! Bucky!” One of your friends shout to the room, “Get your ass in here for flip cup!”

All three of you bust out laughing, still hugging and kissing each other in recovery mode. Just in the nick of time. Suddenly everyone from the other room is calling for you three of you to come back for more drinking games. You need another joint to really live in this come down.

“Alright already!” Bucky shouts as you guys head back to the living room, locking his beefy arm around your shoulders. A chuckling Chris lingering behind you two.

“After this round though, let’s call it.” He flips up your skirt to sneak another peak of where he just obliterated you. Giggling you swat at his hands. “I need more of the birthday girl.”