How to Become A Puck Bunny 1/3
5.8k, unprotected sex, plus size reader, foursome, spite/revenge sex, coming inside, face sitting, upside down spit roasting, major praise, minor degradation, AND THIS IS CHAPTER ONE
The bitch is back.
Breakups were hard. You thought college would be easier, thought you were more mature, but you still spent the weekend crying and watching shitty romcoms with your roommate, cursing out the bastard together. But on Sunday, when you were out of tears and, really, quite upset with yourself for moping over him, you came to the conclusion that you were an adult. As such, you were going to handle this maturely.
So you showered, threw on your favorite sundress, and drove to the rival school with hopes of ruining his life.
You’ve been to VAL University hundreds of times. Even when there weren’t official games scheduled, your ex’s team would race over any chance they got for a ‘friendly’ practice match with their sworn enemies. It was always 50/50 whether you’d end up having victory sex in his Honda, or he’d mope the entire drive back. That was about to change.
The rink was always cold to keep the ice, but with your extra pudge it barely affected you- surely not enough to warrant putting on- you shuddered- jeans. No, you were fine. In fact, with the ice bare, you had half a thought to rent some skates and just enjoy yourself, and forget about your plan. Then you remembered the endless jokes about how you had more blubber than a walrus, and you marched on.
You knocked on the locker room door with all the confidence you could muster. “Woman approaching! Is it safe?”
“NO, DON’T COME IN!”
“Calm the fuck down, Sapnap!”
“I’M NAKED!”
“Oh my god,” rang out as the door creaked open, broad, bare shoulders blocking your view inside. You recognized him as the captain as he blinked down at you. “I know you,” he mused. “B Tech. Nineteen’s girl, right?”
“No. Well- not anymore.” You offered him your hand and your name, watching him completely change with the new information.
“Punz,” he gave in return, bringing your hand up to his lips. He leaned against the door frame and puffed up his chest, and you couldn’t help the mental comparison to a peacock. No matter the sport, men were very much the same: the opportunity to woo an enemy’s girl was golden. “So sorry to hear you broke up, but, y’know, we always wondered how that douche got a gorgeous girl like you to cheer for him. If you need a shoulder to cry on, the team-”
You plucked your hand from his and reached into your purse. “I’m not crying over a cheater, I just-”
“Say no more,” Punz said confidently, turning to yell over his shoulder. “Get dressed, we’re gonna go kill a techie!”
“Fuck yeah!”
“No- Punz,” you snapped, clicking your fingers in front of your lips and watching him snap to attention like a dog. “Focus. I’m not here to order a hit on my ex.”
He clicked his tongue, disappointment painted on his face. “Scratch that, boys: no killing.” The groans echoing out of the locker room almost made you rethink your stance on the matter, but you had better things in mind.
You pulled the folded up pieces of paper from your purse and held them in front of your heart. “This is everything I remember about B Tech’s strategy. Offense, defense, how to get away with penalties, gossip for chirping-” Punz was practically drooling and reached for the papers, only for you to hold them behind your back- as if that could really stop him, but he was a gentleman, and he knew how this game was played.
“What’s your price?”
“I’m going to be at your next game,” you said carefully. “Wearing one of your team’s jerseys. And when you destroy us, I want you to let all of his teammates know it was because he couldn’t keep his pants on.” You reached out, tapping the pages against his bare chest. “And maybe a bit of chirping about how I was right to dump him, and he’s an idiot for screwing up wouldn’t hurt.”
A malicious grin spread across his lips. “You’re evil,” he mused, leaning down to brush his lips along the shell of your ear. “I like that in a woman.” He chuckled at the shiver that ran through you, plucking the papers from your hand and beginning to read. “Anything specific you want us to use? Oh, please tell me he can’t get it up, that would make my fucking day-”
“Unfortunately, no, but he did tell me every time we argued that he was the only one who would settle for a girl as big as me-”
“DID SOMEONE SAY BIG GIRL?!” You jumped as a head of fluffy brown hair shoved past Punz in the doorway. “Hi, my name’s Sapnap, I can bench two-twenty, and I’d like to die by suffocating in pussy-”
“Get back, you heathen!” You wouldn’t be surprised if steam was coming off your cheeks as Punz slapped a hand over Sapnap’s face and tried to shove him back into the locker room. “I saw her first!”
“Only because you answered the door!”
“That’s what you get for sitting around in your underwear after practice!”
You felt a chill run down your spine just before a hand came down gently on your shoulder, looking back to find a third teammate. “They always fight for a while,” he mused with a smile that made you melt. “Figured it would be quicker to go out the other door and come around.” You let the hand on your shoulder gently spin you around to see the jersey he held with ‘SAM’ emblazoned on the back. “Let’s see how this fits you, hm?”
You’ve never felt smaller than when Sam pulled his jersey over your head and dressed you like a doll, letting the fabric fall to your knees with a chuckle. “There you go,” he hummed, letting his big hands settle on your hips- not holding, but resting. Somehow you knew he would need permission to hold you properly, and you were ready to give it to him eagerly. “Your cheeks are going red, sweetheart,” he teased, reaching up to pet over the hot skin with the back of his hand. “Why don’t you let me buy you some cocoa to warm you up, hm?”
“Hey, I was going to suggest that! Let me buy you cocoa, sugar- and something to eat!”
“I’m the captain, so I get to buy her whatever she wants, got it? And she should be wearing my jersey!”
“Your jersey smells like ass!”
“I WILL GUT YOU!”
You internally wondered when the last time you’d had guys literally fighting over you was, and came to the conclusion that it was never. That was something that only happened in cheesy love triangle novels, you thought, but here you were watching the two go at each other with more enthusiasm than they showed on the ice. You could feel it swelling your ego- felt it in the throbbing between your legs as Sam wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing his lips against the crown of your head to mask the way he took in your scent.
“Um, cocoa sounds nice,” you managed out, watching Sapnap and Punz freeze like two dogs being called off by their master. “And I could go for some food… and maybe some sour gummies?” You hoped they understood what you meant, hoped they could read between the lines and didn’t just think you were hungry. The three looked between each other, and you knew they got it as they stopped trying to kill each other in favor of taking your hands in theirs.
“Anything you want, sugar,” Sapnap promised, starting to tug you out of the rink.
“Yeah, you just let us take care of you, alright?”
“Don’t you worry, bunny, we’ll make you forget all about what’s-his-face.” Punz’s hand landed on your hip with the promise, trying to convey his thoughts without having to say them and risk getting slapped. You hesitated only long enough to glance at all the handsome faces looking at you adoringly.
“Wait until that bastard hears about this.”
“That sounds really good.”
Sam scooped you off your feet without a second thought and spun on his heel. “Thank god, I thought I was going to have to jerk off in a nasty public bathroom. Punz, get the fucking door.” He brought his lips down on yours, kissing you far more gently than you’d ever expected. You clutched his collar tightly, even though the thick arms supporting you told you that you were perfectly safe. His soft lips parted against yours as he walked, slow and gentle as you eagerly welcomed his tongue.
Even when you realized they wanted you, you didn’t expect this. You figured fucking the rival hockey team would be a masturbatory event: let each of them fuck up your pussy, maybe come yourself, and absolutely no kissing. But Sam’s lips didn’t leave yours as he found his way back into the locker room, and there was a hissed ‘careful’ as Sapnap’s broad hand cupped the back of your head to protect you from the door frame. Sam fell back onto the bench blindly, giggling at your scared squeak as he pulled you to straddle his lap. Something big pressed against your core, pulling a gasp from your lips as it twitched against your clit, seeking out your heat. Sam’s lips trailed down your jaw and as Punz gently tilted your head back to claim your lips the second they were available, you wondered how many of your other assumptions were wrong.
Where Sam’s kiss was gentle and exploring, Punz took your mouth like he was fucking it, tongue diving as deep as it could reach and tasting every crevice in your mouth like you were an expensive delicacy. His lips were constantly twitching into a smirk against yours as you refused to fight for the dominance he eagerly took, and you didn’t have the strength to tell him it was because Sam was fucking you through your clothes, rolling his hips under you so perfectly you were afraid you might come from your lacy panties rubbing your clit. His hands wove into your hair- as if you needed to be held in place, you scoffed- but while his grip was firm it didn’t feel rough or controlling- it felt perfect.
You had just thought that Sapnap must prefer watching when thick fingers landed on your thigh, caressing the skin tenderly as he inched your skirt up, up, up. “Fuck,” he hissed, groping a handful of your scantily-clad ass. “You come here hoping to get fucked, sugar? Or are you just always this dressed up?”
You scratched your nails up Punz’s jaw, earning a deep growl against your lips before you found his hair and pulled him off you, letting out a breathy chuckle as you caught your breath. “Maybe it… crossed my mind,” you admitted, a devilish grin stretching your lips as Sam laughed against your collarbone. You cut it short by grinding down on him, earning a cuss from both him and Sapnap, who you were convinced was newly obsessed with your ass.
“You wearin’ too much, bunny,” Punz declared, combing his fingers through your hair, dull nails running along your scalp. “Gonna let us see you?”
It did something to you that even the brash captain that spent half his games in the penalty box, who just fucked your mouth with his tongue, was asking so kindly for permission as he made sure he didn’t knot your hair in his gripping. “What are you waiting for,” you mused with a grin as you rolled your hips against Sap again, “a strip tease?”
Punz grinned right back at you as he leaned down, gliding his hands down your sides as he pressed his lips against the tender skin of your neck. “Next time,” he promised before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air. He laughed from deep in his chest as you shrieked, taking your smacks in stride as you floundered. “We’re just getting your panties off, bunny,” he chimed in a teasing voice as Sam’s fingers slipped under your waistband. He couldn’t resist leaning forward, placing a wet kiss over your clothed pussy before pulling the stringy lace down your legs, directly into the duffle bag under the bench.
You snapped your leg out to lightly kick his side before Punz set you back down to yank the rest of your clothes over your head. “I’m wearing those out of here, don’t get any ideas.” The gasping moan that wracked your body as his clothed cock settled against your bare pussy may have undermined your point.
“We’ll see,” he teased, letting out a low whistle as Sapnap figured out your bra clasp and let it fall. “Fuck, now ain’t that a sight.”
Punz let out a sound of agreement before plastering himself to your back again. None of them touched you, though. They simply looked in awe, clothed bulges twitching against you as they admired your form. You’ve never felt more like a piece of art, and you just knew that was how they were seeing you- you could get used to it, though.
“Here,” You looked over in confusion as Sapnap dressed you again, realizing he was shirtless. “I-” he sheepishly started, getting distracted as his jersey fell over your form. “Well, anyone could walk in. And… you look good in our color.”
“Oh,” you practically swooned, reaching your hand up to cup his scruffy cheek. “That was cute.”
“I’d look even better if you finally kissed me.” It didn’t make sense, but that didn’t matter when his lips were pressing against yours so shyly, gentle and soft as his hands wandered your body before settling on your hips, fingers digging into the meat of your ass like an anchor.
You moaned into his mouth as Punz’s fingers found your clit, rolling it between his fingers just to hear the whining noises you made. Sam pushed past to sink two fingers into your pussy, cursing under his breath as your tight heat instantly soaked him, wrapped around his fingers like a second skin as he gently worked you open. “Fuck, she’s wet,” he reported, making Sapnap moan desperately into your mouth.
Sapnap pulled his tongue out of your throat, grabbing Sam’s wrist and taking the fingers coated in your slick into his mouth. Your hips jumped against Punz’s hold as the sight sent lightning through your nerves, especially when he moaned at your taste, pulling off Sam’s fingers to drop wet kisses along your collar. “Knew it,” he muttered, nuzzling the soft skin of your neck. “Sweet as sugar. Need more of you, bunny. You gonna sit on my face for me?”
Something about the way he asked had you nodding furiously. For me. As if it was for his pleasure. He laid on the bench with his feet braced on the floor that made you wonder how wild he expected you to ride. Punz and Sam helped you maneuver, but you struggled to find how you were supposed to do this. There was space on either side of his head for your knees, but his broad shoulders covered where you would put your calves and feet. Luckily, Sapnap decided for you with a click of his tongue. “I ain’t ask you to hover,” he chided, knocking your knees off the bench with a single move. “Sit, bunny.”
You came crashing down on his face and realized this was for his pleasure. You felt it in the way his mouth enveloped your pussy, sucking on your clit and diving his tongue past your folds. His moans were better than any vibe you owned as he ate you like a man starved, thick arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you down against him. He didn’t need to- you lost control of your legs by the time he learned you liked it when he rolled his tongue against your clit.
You had to blink tears out of your eyes to realize you were gripping Punz’s hips for dear life as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Hi, bunny,” he whispered when he saw recognition in your eyes, shit-eating grin growing wider as Sapnap started fucking you with his tongue, sending moan after moan spilling from your lips. “God, you look so cute like this. Can’t handle it? You just let us know when you want off the ride, bunny.”
Something about the condescending tilt in his voice fueled you, made you want to see him as fucked dumb as you. You yanked on his workout shorts, pulling them down in a single move and almost poking your eye out when you revealed he wasn’t wearing underwear. He simply kept petting your hair with that smug grin as he watched you marvel at his thick cock, standing proud with a leaking red head.
“Fuck, you’re pretty.”
You hadn’t meant to say it, but you were glad you did as Punz’s cheeks turned redder than his tip. He pulled his gaze from yours, hand coming out of your hair to cover his mouth. You didn’t realize you were clenching around Sapnap’s tongue until he pulled it out. “Whatever the fuck you’re doing, she likes it,” he snitched before diving back into your pussy. His words only made Punz burn brighter, and you decided you liked him like this: the big, bad power-forward reverted to a blushing teenager. You took him into your mouth without a second thought, lapping your tongue over his head as you gently coaxed your throat open to take him.
“Fuck, bunny,” he hissed, hips jumping in your hold as he pinned his bangs back with a clenched fist. “You tryna fucking kill me?”
“Do it,” Sam chirped, grinning wide as your eyes landed on his fist pumping his long cock. “We won’t tell,” he promised with a wink, catching a pretty pink lip between his teeth as he dragged his thumb over his leaking slit.
“Fu- aah fuck! Fuck you! Both of you fuckers!” His hand instantly came up to your cheek, cupping it gently. “Not you, bunny, you just keep fucking sucking me like that-”
“I ain’t do shit,” Sapnap called out, pulling off of your pussy with a loud smack of his lips that made you blush. “Man can’t even eat pussy without being accused- mmf!” With a handful of dark curls holding him in place, you parked your cunt squarely on his mouth, grinding down on him with more force than you would’ve ever considered using on such a delicate area, but you were just so close, and he moaned so prettily when you did it, you couldn’t make yourself feel any remorse. He tilted his chin to catch you, tongue working eagerly against your walls, licking his way as deep inside of you as he could.
You fell forward as you came, Punz falling out of your mouth and forearms catching yourself on the bench as your hips bucked wildly against Sapnap’s face, vulgar moans bouncing off the locker room walls and surely echoing into the rink, but you couldn’t care about that when the most intense orgasm of your life was hitting your body like a tsunami. Your feet on the ground on either side of the bench had been keeping your weight from totally crushing Sapnap’s skull beneath you, but that stopped when your walls started shaking like a nudist in Alaska, clenching down on his tongue as your full weight eased down on his head.
“Fuu-haaa,” you panted out, open palm smacking down on the wood above your head as your orgasm seemed to never end. Sapnap’s grip on your thighs kept you grinding against him even as you swore you couldn’t move a muscle, drinking your cum like nectar. “Can’t- no more!”
Rough hands scooped you up instantly and laid you out on your back, rubbing over your soft stomach that quivered as your nerves lit on fire. “You’re alright, bunny,” Sam cooed with a sunshine-inducing smile that felt completely out of place aimed at your half-nude form. “Sap ate you real good, huh?” He chuckled as you shakily nodded, finally starting to come off your high as he moved to knead your sore thighs. “Yeah, he’s a pussy fiend, ain’t he? Think you got one more in ya, bunny?”
For a brief moment you wanted to say no, but the second you laid eyes on his thick cock smearing pre on his own thigh, you decided maybe you were a cock fiend. You reached down and pulled Sapnap’s jersey up, exposing your still quivering, slick-soaked cunt for his eyes as he devoured the sight. “If you let me walk out of here without getting fucked,” you muttered, pushing past the heat that took over your cheeks, “I’ll never forgive you.”
His lips dipped to catch yours as he bunched the jersey around your waist, adjusting you how he wanted until his weeping tip found your pussy. You could’ve cried at how thick he felt as he breached your entrance- in fact, you might have- as just the first few inches stretched your walls around him, spreading you open like it was your first time again. His breath was hot as he cussed against your lips, hand slapping down on the bench end above your head for leverage and to let you become entranced by the thick muscles of his arm as he strained to have some self-control and not fuck you open like a toy.
“Fuck, that’s some godly pussy,” he hissed against you, hips pulling back only to snap another two inches into your tight heat. “You better not run back to your little techie after this, bunny- I’d chase your ass down to fuck you again.”
Your lips twitched into a smile against his, rolling your hips to coax another shallow thrust out of him. “Who?”
He laughed, pressing into you until your hips slotted into his. “That’s a good bunny.” The wooden bench audibly strained under his grip before he started fucking you in earnest, picking a hard pace as if he knew you craved the dull pain almost as much as the pleasure. You couldn’t contain the moans that poured out of you as his cock lit up your nerves, brushing along your g-spot and pressing against your walls, forcing them to take him.
“Sam,”
His hips didn’t falter as he glanced up with a hum that quickly turned into a chuckle. He pressed his lips to your clavicle, nosing your collar aside in search of more skin. “Punz wants to fuck your throat, baby,” he chirped, growling as your walls clenched around him at the promise. “Ooh, she wants it, Punz. I think this cute little bunny likes being fucked like a whore.”
“She was sucking my cock like one a second ago,” you heard above your head. Sam’s hips pressed as tight against you as he could manage, thick cock twitching millimeters from your cervix with one hand gripping the fat of your ass and another supporting your back as he lifted you off the bench. He did his best to stay pressed deep inside you, but his cock still rocked ever so slightly, ever so deliciously against your sensitive walls as he moved you both down the bench until when he set you back down your head fell off the end. Punz grinned down at you as he dropped to his knees, pressing an upside-down kiss to your lips. “There’s my bunny,” he purred, letting out a surprised chuckle as you instantly groped for his cock, wrapping your fingers around him and guiding him to your mouth. “God, the three of us might not be enough for her. We gonna have to call the whole team back to fuck you, bunny?”
You wanted that so badly. You were instantly flooded with thoughts of sitting naked on this very bench every week, legs spread for anyone who decided they needed a little luck before a game. Not only that, but you’d let them dress you in nothing but one of their cum-stained jerseys and put you in the penalty box to make their time a little easier, push you up against the glass to show your ex’s entire team how eager you were for cock when it could actually make you come. You almost told them as much, but as soon as Punz was tucked into your mouth, Sam started fucking you again, and you realized you might not make it through just three of them.
Sam wrapped his hands around your thighs, fingers digging into the fat almost reverently as he hooked your knees over his arms to spread you open, lifting your hips just enough that he stabbed your g-spot with every vicious thrust. “There it is,” he purred as the pitch of your moans changed, muffled around Punz’s thick cock that stretched your lips as he eased his way deeper into your throat until your nose was pressed against his balls. “Reckon I can get two from her and one from you before I come.”
Punz managed to scoff, but it was choked and cracked in the middle as you eagerly praised every new inch of cock that he fed you, nails digging into his thick thighs to keep him from pulling too far away. “If her pussy’s half as good as her mouth, you’re fucked.” Sam merely raised a brow, turning his head to press wet kisses along your calf as his expression remained calm and controlled, the sweat on his brow the only sign your pussy was trying to milk him. “Fuck it- twenty?”
“Bet.” Sam’s grin was downright evil as the hands on your thighs slid up your form, pushing your jersey all the way up to your collarbone, fingers skimming your soft skin like an unspoken prayer. “You’ve got the prettiest tits, bunny.”
Just as you thought you might have actually smothered Sapnap, he leapt off the bench like he’d been shocked, stumbling until he fell to his knees next to you. “No fuckin’ fair,” you heard distantly as Sapnap’s lips fell to the soft swells of fat. Some kisses were soft and wet, others he opened his mouth to suck on the skin and sink his teeth into you ever so gently, just enough to satisfy whatever primal urge had taken him over. Sam’s harsh thrusts didn’t deter him- if anything, he reveled in the way they made your tits jiggle against his face and in his hand as he rushed to give attention to the neglected breast.
“Only thing the bastard loves more than a juicy pussy,” Sam chuckled, threading his fingers through the other’s brown curls, “is a pair of fat tits.” Sapnap groaned against your skin as Sam yanked on his hair, making a moan fall from your throat and vibrate around Punz’s cock as you realized what Sam was thinking. “What, you need help finding her fucking nipples? Don’t keep bunny waiting!”
“Spoken like someone who hasn’t made her come,” Sapnap scoffed, even as he wrapped his lips around a pebbled bud. His tongue washed over your skin and he sucked like he was hungry, calloused fingers plucking at the other nipple like he was trying to find all the different sounds you could make with Punz’s cock in your throat.
“Fuck, that’s not fair,” Punz hissed, wrapping a thick hand around your neck and groaning as he felt your throat move in time with the shallow thrusts he gave, heavy and thick on your tongue. “‘M gonna come down your throat, bunny, you give me a good smack when you want me off you, yeah?” You heard the smile in his voice as you eagerly nodded, knowing you weren’t going to hit him unless you started seeing spots.
You’d always dreaded giving your ex head because you thought dick just tasted gross, and he was too rough, but you were quickly becoming addicted to having Punz in your mouth. He tasted clean, but manly, and you didn’t care to analyze what exactly that meant when he was fucking your throat so gently, shallow and steady thrusts that never pulled out more than an inch before he dove back into your wet cavern.
You didn’t bother warning them when you felt the knot in your stomach twisting tighter again, only ground your hips against Sam’s and pulled Punz deeper into your throat. Sapnap’s teeth scraping against your nipple is what tips you over the edge, fluttering walls clenching down on Sam’s cock as he pounded you through it with a deep groan. You felt it coursing through your nerves like a wave that just kept washing over you, and just when you thought your arousal might curb a bit, Punz was pushing as deep as he could get and his cock was jerking in your throat.
“Fuck,” he gasped out as you swallowed around him, throat hugging his cock impossibly more as you drank him down. He forced out a strained chuckle along with a moan as you moaned around him, caused by Sapnap pinching your nipple. “She takes dick like a fucking champ. Fuck the team, you’re ours now, bunny. Our personal puck bunny whore, huh?” His teeth came down on his lip, holding back a smile as you let out another moan, trying to open your throat for him. “Ooh, she likes that.” You whimpered as he pulled away, nails scratching marks into his thighs as you tried to pull him back in, but he was so much stronger than you- which only made you want to suck him off more. “I promise you can suck me off again later, bunny, but I think it’s turnin’ purple.”
Thick fingers wrapped around your throat gently, no more than a soft guidance, and pulled you to lean up as Sapnap pried his mouth off your breast. “Come here, sugar,” he drawled with a lazy grin, the kind you got when you were just happy to be where you were doing what you did. “I can keep that mouth busy.” His lips slanted over yours, slightly chapped but so plush, as his hand switched breasts to tease the nipple he’d been sucking on. His tongue licked over your bottom lip curiously, as if he was wondering if you’d let him in, even as he rolled your nipple between two rough fingers.
Sam’s lips pressed against your collarbone as you let Sapnap invade your mouth with the taste of your cum still on his tongue, mint and strawberries hiding underneath your heavy flavor. “Need you to come one for time for me, bunny,” he murmured against the skin, lips skimming towards your breast. “One more and Punz’s gonna pay for all the cocoa and candy you can eat.”
His lips wrapped around your previously dry nipple as Punz scoffed out a ‘like I wasn’t going to already,’ behind you that made you smile into Sapnap’s mouth, which made him smile back. Sam’s pace changed to something a little softer, a little faster as he worshiped your breast with his tongue. Everything suddenly felt so much softer, to the point that it almost scared you. The way Sapnap’s fingers strummed at your nipple and how Sam’s hips rolled against you was still as deliciously hedonistic as you could ever want from an affair like this, but you identified the flavors on Sapnap’s tongue as gum and strawberry chapstick, and Sam kissed over your breast like he was praising it. You didn’t understand how something as filthy as a spur of the moment foursome in a men's locker room could feel so domestic, but this time as the feeling in your gut swelled, so did the one in your chest.
“Close,” you muttered breathlessly against Sapnap’s lips, trying to pull his tongue deeper to choke on it. Sam hummed against your nipple to signal he heard you, and a fifth hand entered the situation to rub firm circles over your clit. You were rendered silent as you came, gasping into Sapnap’s mouth as Sam carried you through it carefully, leaving your breast and shooing Punz off your clit to not overstimulate you.
“You need me to pull out, bunny,” he asked breathlessly, thick fingers holding desperately onto your thighs to restrain himself until he got an answer. “Fuck, ‘m sorry, baby, I meant to grab a condom-”
“‘M good,” you managed out as Sapnap pressed kiss after kiss to your now swollen lips. “On the pill- mm, Sapnap, please- buy me Plan B.”
“I’d buy you a fucking Challenger to fuck you raw again,” he muttered out, pushing your legs closer to your chest for a better angle to hammer into you as he finally focused on his own pleasure. His hips stuttered against yours as he came, pressing deep inside you as he pumped you full of cum with a deep groan. Sapnap caught your head as it fell back, jaw dropped in a silent moan as the hot feeling seeped into you, warming you from the inside out as his cock jerked inside you.
Sam panted against the inside of your knee as he came down from his high, letting out a breathy laugh. “I guess I have to give your panties back after all.”
You burst into giggles as Sapnap smacked Sam’s head, the two of them quickly devolving into a slap fight. “Don’t fucking hit each other with bunny literally caught in the middle,” Punz shouted, pressing himself against your back in a motion that was becoming familiar, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pulling you off Sam’s cock, listening intently to your miniscule noises as he dragged against your sensitive insides. He pulled you onto his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch the two fight. It wasn’t until Sapnap put the still half-naked defenceman into a full nelson that a thought occurred to your blissed-out mind.
“Sapnap-”
He perked up like a puppy, smiling as if he wasn’t trying to choke-out his friend. “Yes, sugar?”
“You didn’t…”
A dark flush spread across his cheeks, hold loosening enough for Sam to break free and pull his pants on. “You don’t gotta worry about me, alright, sug’? I came in my pants when you started riding my face like a bull.” He grinned wide as his words made your face burn almost as much as his, the feeling of Sam’s cum creeping out onto the bench making you burn even brighter. “Oi, what’d you do with her underwear, jackass?”
“I’m getting it, quit your bitching!”
Punz’s lips pressed against the soft spot behind your ear with a hum. “Y’know what this means, bunny?”
“What?”
His lips curled into a grin as Sam held up your panties like a trophy. “I think we owe you a hot chocolate.”
