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[angy-mouse]

Puck Bunny Part 2

10.7k words jfc im going to shove my head in a hole for a week and die. in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to my gummy worm funds /j

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Hockey was aggressive. It was a full-contact sport with so frequent rule breaking, the penalty box was invented. Hockey players, by proxy, couldn’t afford to be hesitant, shy people.

HOOOONK

“Oh my god,” Niki cackled, looking over your shoulder.

You shook your head, taking a long sip of your Starbucks. “There better be a goddamn car crash behind me. With casualties.”

“Darlin’!”

“I’m gonna leave you alone with your valley boy,” Niki declared, clapping you on the shoulder. “Text me if you’re gonna stay or if you need a ride, use protection, pee after, yadda yadda-”

“I told you, I’m not fucking the VAL-U hockey team!” 

“You don’t have to be ashamed with me, puddin’, I think the rivalry makes it romantic. You’re like a BBW Juliet and her harem of meathead Romeos.”

An arm thicker than a steel cable wrapped around your shoulders from behind, and a scruffy chin settled into the crown of your head. “I’m not a meathead,” Sapnap insisted, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Hi, bunny!”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he nuzzled against your temple, Niki waving her fingers with a knowing smirk as she left. “Hi, Sap,” you greeted, voice cracking as he captured the shell of your ear between his teeth and made playful noises like he was devouring you. “Wha- Sapnap, please-”

“Please what, darlin’,” he muttered with a grin. “I’ll give you anything if you ask as pretty as that, sugar, you know that.” His hands came down to your waist, unashamedly groping at your chub and using his hold to manhandle you back against him. A gasp pulled itself past your lips as you felt the imprint of something against your ass through his shorts and your skirt- god, you hoped he was hard. If his cock was that big flaccid, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from dropping to your knees right then and there.

You didn’t want him to let go of you. His body heat was soaking into you like a furnace, and his firm chest against your back made you feel so safe. You wanted his arms around you always, a promise to protect you from everything.

“You’re gonna fuck a valley right in our fucking courtyard?!”

Sapnap’s head snapped up, grip tightening on you as he glared daggers across the field. “Don’t talk to my fucking girl, techie! You wanna fucking go, I’ll tear you apart-”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the truck, Sap! Gas is too expensive for your bullshit!” Sam waved at you through the window when you whipped around, then returned Sapnap’s middle finger.

“Sapnap,” you finally managed to say, reaching back to tug on his shirt. Your mouth went dry as his attention instantly flicked back to you, expression going soft as his hands rubbed your hips. “Why are you guys here?”

He lit up as if he’d forgotten and started tugging you along. “We’re taking you out for pizza and a movie, sug’! We got a projector set up, and a bunch of blankets and pillows in the truck bed- it’ll be fun, promise!”

You shouldn’t have been surprised. After that first time you let them buy you dinner and cocoa, they’ve texted you nearly every day in the group chat Sam made. Sometimes it was cute, asking if you’d eaten and letting you know they’d door dashed you a treat. Sometimes it was videos of them being dumb in the locker room in nothing but towels that looked ready to fall off, skin still wet from the showers. And every once in a while, when it was just two of you still awake in the early hours of the mornings, you’d get messages about how they missed you. Paragraphs about the way you fill their minds as they try to sleep, both memories and new fantasies keeping them awake. They’d ask to show you what you did to them. Sometimes you said yes and got sent a video, watching them rub themselves over their boxers, as if they only wanted enough to calm down- as if they didn’t care to come without you. Sometimes you told them to just keep talking and received a voice message, listening to them groan between words about all the different ways they wanted you.

“So, do you wanna come?”

Your face heated up at the phrasing combined with your thoughts, but Sapnap simply smiled down at you as if he didn’t notice how his tank-top-exposed arms trapped your eyes.

“Ye- yeah, I wanna come.” He let out the cutest little cheer as he opened the passenger door, and you tore your eyes off him to wonder how you were supposed to climb in such a tall truck. “I’m in a skirt, so how do I- oh god, fuck!”

“I gotcha,” Sapnap laughed, hands on your hips lifting you into the truck as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “There you go,” he hummed as he set you into the seat, nodding as if he was about to impart some great wisdom. “Passenger princesses don’t have to lift themselves into the truck.”

“Or,” was hummed into your ear as another set of broad hands on your waist pulled you to the middle seat. “Buckle themselves up,” Sam finished as he strapped you in with a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “Hi, bunny. Missed you.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” teasingly slipped out as Sapnap climbed in, sandwiching you perfectly between two beefy Texans who were now laughing so prettily. “I missed you guys, too,”

Sam’s hand landed on your knee the second he was done shifting gears, long fingers spread wide so his pinky could just barely dip under the fabric of your skirt. Sapnap stretched a long arm over the back of the seats, letting you rest your head on his firm bicep as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You want some sweets, bunny,” he hummed, smiling against you as you simply hummed, preoccupied memorizing the shapes Sam drew on your inner thigh. He pulled a convenience store bag off the floor and started searching through it.

“Y’know, that’d probably be easier with two hands.”

He gasped, looking at you with feigned hurt before leaning forward to speak around you. “Bunny doesn’t want my arm around her.”

“I didn’t say-”

“It’s a damn shame,” Sam chimed with a shake of his head, squeezing your thigh. “Don’t take long for a cute lil’ thing to forget who fucked her dumb,”

“That’s it,” Sapnap decided, finally pulling out a candy bar and ripping it open with his teeth. “I make you go a little too dumb on my tongue last week, bunny? Guess I can’t hold that against you, can I? Come on, have some chocolate.”

“I hate you both,” you managed through grit teeth, resisting as he poked at your lips with the candy bar. It was your favorite, but that didn’t matter: you couldn’t give in. The only thing worse than two cocky hockey players was two cocky hockey players who had a reason to be cocky. 

“She hates us,” Sapnap relayed over your head.

“Funny way of showing it.”

“I think she actually kinda likes us.”

“Oh, she really likes us. You don’t let three guys you hate fuck you raw- even if you are a puck bunny.”

Your face burned more than it ever had, but not because you were angry. You couldn’t make yourself angry when their voices dripped with adoration like that, as if you were a kitten and no matter how much you hissed and scratched, they’d continue to coo over you and feed you. “... I’m not a puck bunny,” you finally muttered out, taking a vicious bite from the candy to make Sapnap yelp as you grazed his fingers.

“Nineteen,” Sam mused, ticking up a finger, “Sappy, Punzy, and me. I think four in a row and three at the same time makes you a puck bunny, darlin’.”

Your senior year boyfriend was a goalie for the J.V. team, but you would rather die than bring that up now. “Where’s Punz? At least when he’s here, you’re too busy killing each other to make fun of me.”

“We’re not making fun of you,” came from your right alongside another poke of chocolatey goodness. “Being a puck bunny is a good thing- and being our puck bunny is a great thing.”

“Coach kept him behind to go over the new strats you brought us,” Sam told you with a squeeze to your leg. “You’re gonna be there when we crush the techies, right?”

You huffed as Sapnap managed to get you to take another bite. “If I’m not, this was all for nothing- Sap, are you trying to fatten me up?”

“You said you had a salad for lunch!” You were taken aback by his accusatory tone and narrowed eyes as he poked the remaining candy into your mouth, letting you hold it between your teeth while he dug through his bag. “You didn’t even have soup or breadsticks with it!”

“It’s a cafeteria, not Olive Garden!”

“Let us feed you! We fucked you, now we feed you! That’s how this works!”

“You bought me Subway, cocoa, and gummy worms while my legs were still shaking!”

“Well, now we’re feeding you before we fuck you, we’re switching it up!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms under your chest and drawing his eyes to your tits- as if they ever left. “What makes you think either of you get to fuck me again?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that Sam’s almost reached your panties, and you haven’t slapped him yet.”

You stared directly into Sapnap’s smug smirk and delivered a harsh smack to Sam’s knuckles, but he only pulled his hand back down to your knee. “Hey now, don’t let chuckle fuck here goad you into anything you don’t wanna do, darlin’. I know you just wanna brat a little, an’ that’s just fine.”

God, you wanted to slap that understanding look off his handsome face. “I,” you grit out, red-faced, “am not a brat.”

His expression didn’t change as he nodded with a hum, eyes sternly on the road. “If you’re not a brat,” he mused, “you must actually want my hand off your leg, then.” You had to clench your fists to stop yourself from grabbing his wrist as he put both hands on the wheel, leaving your thigh to be attacked by the A.C. You wanted his hands on you- Sapnap’s, too- and you wanted them so badly you were tempted to slip off your skirt just to get some attention.

The truck came to a smooth stop at a red light, and Sam looked over at you, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

You unfastened your seatbelt and sat heavy on Sapnap’s lap, thunking your sneakers down on Sam’s thigh.

“There’s my sugar,” Sapnap cheered, thick arms wrapping around you and holding you tight to his chest until you could feel his heartbeat through your shoulder. His hand found your hip like a magnet, fingertips digging into the meat of your ass with an eager squeeze. “God, I love this gorgeous ass.”

“I can deal with bratting, but if you don’t put a fucking seatbelt on-”

“I’ve got her, Sammy!”

“You fumbled the easiest shot ever last week, I don’t trust you for shit!” A blaring honk made you realize the light had turned green, but Sam simply threw open the back window and stuck his hand out to flip the bird, eyes still locked on yours. “Sit your fine ass down properly and put your seatbelt back on, bunny.”

You actually would have if he hadn’t chosen that nickname. Instead, you purposefully wiggled your hips as if settling in and leaned further into Sapnap’s chest, making it rumble under you with a chuckle as you felt a twitch against your ass. “You’re not fucking winning this, man, she’s in for the long haul.” You might’ve felt like you’d won as Sam turned away, if it hadn’t been for the way he set his jaw before slamming on the gas. The force sent you deeper into Sapnap, an unintentional yelp falling from your lips as his arms tightened around you, hands groping your ass and breast as if hoping you wouldn’t notice while your life flashed in front of your eyes. “Fuck, I gotcha, sug- Jesus, Sam, you drive like you shoot!”

“This,” Sam hummed as he wrenched the wheel to make his turn in time, Sapnap’s hand snapping to the back of your head as you were sent into the door, “is why we wear our seatbelts.”

Something about his smug voice tripped something in you. You knew the request was perfectly reasonable, but that didn’t stop the little voice in your head from screaming that he can’t tell you what to do. You wanted to do anything that would piss him off, to make that calm, collected exterior crack. You wanted to know that you affected him.

You slammed your lips over Sapnap’s.

He gave a grunt of surprise against you, lips curling into a grin as you pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting that sweet mint and strawberry pairing that you loved hanging on his tongue. You felt his hand protecting your head slide down to the back of your neck, holding you gently in place to curl his tongue around yours, pushing into your mouth as he fought you to take control. 

Your heart raced as Sam took another sharp turn, bouncing in Sapnap’s lap as the paved road turned to gravel, but by the way he ground up against you, he didn’t mind the rough ride. His teeth sank into your bottom lip as he pulled away, chuckling as he brought you with him a few inches before letting go. “I think sugar likes a little danger,” he purred, pulling your head back to trail his lips over your neck. “You like the adrenaline, bunny?”

You gasped as his lips latched onto your pulse, feeling with his tongue the way your heart thudded. “Keep calling me that,” you pushed out, “and you’ll be in danger.”

He hummed against the tender skin, nipping gently as he pulled away. “You really mean that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t. It made you feel small and sexy. Maybe you were a puck bunny, but you were the puck bunny. The one who only needed to show up to get three brutes, usually eager to maim each other for the fun of it, all cooperating and falling over each other for the chance to take care of you- not just fuck you, but treat you to good food and ask about your day, too. But the day you give up your bratty streak and let these bucket heads have their way without a fight is the day you die. “Maybe,” you said instead. You cupped his scruffy cheek and scratched a single nail along his jaw, guiding his lips back to yours. “You wanna peek under my skirt and see for yourself?”

Sam’s hand landed on your ankle, shoving your leg up, knee pressed into your chest, skirt falling into a pile around your waist with a gasp from your pretty pink lips. He didn’t even lift his foot from the gas as he fixed his eyes on your core, letting out a low whistle. You picked a good day to wear your lace. “It’s a damn shame you soaked through such a pretty pair of panties, sugar. You gonna let me keep these ones?”

You scoffed, wiggling your foot on his lap until you found his cock straining against the front of his sweats. “You’ve hardly done anything to deserve it.”

He clutched his heart with a dramatic groan that made you giggle as Sapnap nosed the soft skin in front of your ear. “Aw, come on now, bunny, there’s no need to be so mean to him. He’s the one who offered up his truck for date night, after all.” He crooked his finger under your chin, lips pulling into a dazed smile as he got your full attention back. “Tell you what, sug’,” he whispered, as if sharing a tender secret, breath fanning across your lips. “If you can use that smart mouth on Sam instead of just terrorizing him, I promise to make you come on my fingers before we even get there. Whaddya say to that, hm?”

You leaned forward to give him a soft kiss. “Bet’cha another bag of candy I make him come before you make me.”

A laugh burst from his lips against yours, hand coming down on your ass with a slap as you shifted your position. “Bunny’s cocky, Sam. You better not cream your pants and let her win.”

“You mean like you did from a little pussy in your face?”

“You’re just jealous she won’t sit on you.”

“Damn right I am, I’d pay to have that ass on me twenty-four, seven.”

You got comfortable on your hands and knees across the bench seat, Sam’s hand nestling into your hair while both Sap’s rubbed your hips. “Would’ja settle for my mouth,” you asked with a small smirk as his bulge jumped at the mere mention, fingers playing with his waistband. 

“Fuck, bunny, I’d settle for a black and white picture if it was you,” he groaned, foot hitting the floor as you palmed his cock, engine roaring under the hood like a lion as he zipped through back roads. “Careful there, sugar,” he warned, but still lifted his hips for you as you tugged at his sweats. “Get distracting me too much, and we’ll end up in a ditch.”

A smirk pulled at your lips as you revealed he wasn’t even wearing underwear, cock springing out the second you got his sweats down to his knees. “You’re telling me this beast can’t even climb out of a ditch.”

He chuckled, cutting off with a low hiss as you wrapped your hand around him. “Oh, my baby can get us anywhere, but if we go off the road, we’re staying there until that smart mouth gets fucked out of you.” 

“I’m doing my best,” Sapnap chirped, grin thick in his voice as he rubbed two fingers over your clothed clit just to watch your hips twitch, trying to follow as he pulled away. “Go on, bunny- I’m a fair man, I start when you do.”

“Not my fault,” you hissed, rubbing over Sam’s fat tip, collecting his precum on your thumb to spread over his head. “I can’t exactly unhinge my jaw.”

Sam let a breathy laugh fall from his lips, dull nails scratching softly at your scalp. “Don’t listen to him, sugar, that feels real good. You keep takin’ care of me like that, and I’ll make up for Sappy neglecting your sweet pussy, alright?”

“Neglecting?” You let a small laugh fall out of your lips at the pure horror in Sapnap’s tone, thumbs rubbing circles just above the crease where your ass met your thighs. “How come I’m the one tryna get my fingers in her guts, but you’re turning her against me?”

“Listen to him whine- what a baby, huh, sug’?”

“Sweetheart, if you don’t shut him up I will, and I don’t wanna get blood on your pretty face.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d like to see you fucking-” You took Sam’s blushing red tip into your mouth and licked up the single pearly drop clinging to his slit, putting more of your weight on the hand on his knee as it tried to jerk up. “Fuck, fuck- ‘m sorry, bun, I- fuck, her mouth’s so hot.”

A startled breath came out of your nose as Sapnap pulled your panties to one side with his thumb, broad hand gripping your ass hard to keep the fabric in place as the pad of his finger found your clit again. “Isn’t it fun to make him eat his words,” he purred, drawing soft circles on your bud. “And see how nice you get treated when you stop being a little brat?” He pressed hard against you, pulling a moan from your throat that vibrated all the way down Sam’s cock, making his hips twitch in his seat. “Yeah, we’re gon’ take care of you so good you won’t need to brat. Ain’t that right, Sammy?”

“Sapnap, I’m about to crash this damn truck if I have to focus on anything else-” his voice cracked, turning into a deep growl as you sucked your cheeks in and sank further down on him, starting a gentle bob of your head just to hear him moan into the hot air- just to feel those thick fingers in your hair scratch at your scalp. “If you running that fucking mouth distracts me from coming down bunny’s tight throat, I’ll leave your ass in a ditch.”

There was a truly obscene wet sound as you pulled off Sam’s thick cock, hand moving in lazy strokes as you pressed your lips to the little bit of tummy peeking out from his ridden-up shirt. “Sammy,” you hummed, grinning against his skin as another moan tumbled from his lips. “If you kill him before I come, I’ll make you wear a condom if you so much as hold my hand.”

Sam’s groan made his stomach rumble under your lips as Sapnap laughed victoriously, popping his fingers in his mouth before they returned to your cunt, the middle one diving past your folds like a reward. “You tell him, sugar! See, bunny likes my mouth.”

Your fingers rubbed up Sam’s side, revealing more and more skin for you to kiss up. He had such a perfect body, his strong abs hiding under just a bit of pudge that made him perfect for holding, giving just the slightest resistance as you pressed your lips hard against him. “I’d like it a hell of a lot more-” you nipped a light mark into Sam’s soft skin “-if it was on me.”

Sapnap’s scoff barely reached your ears as you decided your jaw had recovered enough to sink back down over Sam’s thick cock, letting it reach as deep in your throat as you could manage with strained breaths. He stretched your throat like it was made for him, made to be just tight enough to make curses spill from his pretty lips and make him drive fast enough to make your walls clench down on Sapnap’s finger as it found the perfect spot inside you to rub at.

Sam’s seatbelt snapped open the same second he slammed on the brakes, Sapnap’s grip on your ass tightening to keep you in place so he could push a second finger inside you. You heard the click of the gearshift just before Sam’s other hand threaded into your hair, pulling you off him. “Deep breaths, okay, bunny?” The words came out rushed and with a sigh as he shifted in his seat until he was facing you. God, he looked so pretty. He didn’t bother to pull his shirt back down, letting his flushed cock leak against his bare stomach as he leaned back against the door, gently pulling you closer until he could lay his lips over yours. He didn’t let it get too deep, tongue just grazing your lip as he forced himself off you, one hand leaving your hair to wrap around the base of his cock with a groan. “You hit me if you want me to stop, alright, bunny? Hit me real hard wherever you can reach to make sure I notice- you won’t hurt me. Promise me, bun.”

You both knew it was more like ‘can’t hurt me’ but you nodded anyway, turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I promise to hit you if I suddenly lose my mind and decide I don’t want you to fuck my throat.” His stern expression broke as he huffed out a laugh, petting your hair with a soft ‘good girl’ falling from his lips as he guided you to his cock. You did as you were told, taking deep breaths as you let him control your movements, despite how much you wanted to take him to the hilt and let him fill your stomach. Instead, he took your mouth slowly and gently, pulling you back and forth along just the first half as he studied your face. You clenched down on Sapnap’s fingers as you caught sight of his expression- he was looking at you, spit-soaked lips and gnarled hair, like pure art. A deep sigh escaped his lips and his hand left his cock to join the other in your hair, cupping your head gently as you relaxed your throat as much as you could and gripped his hips.

The first thrust into your throat made you choke.

The second one knocked all those careful breaths out of your lungs.

You weren’t embarrassed to say the third one made your eyes roll back as you went limp in his hold. 

“Aw, hell,” Sapnap hissed as your legs started to fail, pulling his fingers out of you to grip your other hip. “We good,” he reported, lifting you completely off the seat and up to his mouth, sealing his lips over yours without a missed beat. Your moan pulled one from Sam and spurred his hips faster, Sapnap’s lips curling into a smug grin against you as he ate you as eagerly as he did before- as if this was all he needed to be not just content, but ecstatic.

Your hands on Sam’s hips wandered- up his sides and over his stomach, flexed tight as he chased his high, thick muscle on full display as he fucked your throat open, making a home for his cock in it. You’d love that, you decided. You imagined Sam laying in bed after a hard practice, fat cock nestled in your throat casually as he watched tapes of the old games to prepare. You knew he’d take such good care of you- that was just the kind of sweetheart he was. He’d never let you go hungry or thirsty, always keeping snacks and water on hand for you. He’d treat his cock sleeve like a princess.

Sapnap’s tongue curled inside you just as Sam’s hips started to stutter, almost as if both were trying to carve you open to better suit their needs- only difference being Sap’s need was to make you the last thing he ever tastes and Sam’s was to paint your throat white. You did your very best to relax your throat, to become a willing cum slut for your handsome defense man to use. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s mouth almost absent-mindedly, more focused on Sam’s pleasure than your own- though, if you weren’t so committed to dying before you stroked their egos, you would admit the possibility of coming from sucking him off was bigger than his double-d pecs. 

“I’m gonna come down your throat, bunny,” fell from his lips with a strained breath as one arm snapped to grip the steering column for leverage to lift his hips completely off the seat, fucking his cock along your tongue like he couldn’t get deep enough, no matter how many times he buried your nose in his happy trail. “Fuck, you take dick like a champ, baby. Look like such a little pillow princess, but you give head like a perfect whore. Bet you’d be so happy to stay in my truck forever, huh? Get your pretty cunt ate out while you suck me off every day?” You couldn’t nod around his cock, but Sapnap’s moan as you clenched on his tongue said it all and made Sam grin wide. “Yeah,” he hummed, thrusts turning slower but harder as the hand in your hair caressed your scalp. “We’d be so fuckin’ good to you.”

The promise shot straight to your clit like lightning and spurred you to sink your nails into Sam’s hips to draw him down your throat until your nose was smothered against him, spasming around his cock as your gag reflex protested. His head thunked back against the window, tip battering your throat as his hips jerked against your face. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Put ‘er down, Sap, give ‘er some room.” 

A handful of curses were mumbled against your pussy lips, but he obliged, broad hand rubbing up and down your back as he laid you across his lap. “I gotcha, sweet girl, deep breaths for me, alright?”

“I’d like to see you breathe with this monster down your throat,” you thought spitefully, but it died as a husky moan spilled from Sam’s lips, cock jumping in your throat as his orgasm came down on him like a crashing wave. His hand went limp in your hair, nothing more than a soft, sweet caress, not wanting to force you to take more than you wanted. So sweet, always worrying for nothing: your hold on his hips kept him pressed deep inside your mouth, throat pulsing around him as you struggled to swallow mouthful after mouthful of sweet cum, taking as much as he’d give you.

“Fuck, bunny,” he wheezed, voice hoarse as he gently pulled you off his spent cock. You whined as his tip leaked against his stomach, twitching as his own body insisted on giving you more to drink, but it was quickly cut short as you had to snap your lips shut to avoid a mouthful of thick cum falling from them. “Shit,” Sam hissed, already fumbling for the window button, “you wanna spit, sug’?” 

Your brat came back. How fucking dare he? Spitters are quitters. Did you suck dick like some common whore who needed to spit after? I don’t think so. 

You inhaled deep through your nose and swallowed the entire load in one go, letting your white-streaked tongue loll out as proof. A soft ‘oh, hell’ slipped as he brought your lips to his, inviting your tongue in to tangle with his, licking your mouth clean of him. He groaned when you pulled back, but the hand in your hair didn’t impede your movement as you leaned close, taking his earlobe between your teeth for just a moment.

“Never fucking doubt me again.”

“Never fucking again,” he mumbled out, chasing your lips. “Does that mean you wanna take care of Sap before Punzy finds us?”

Your hand reached back on its own, Sapnap’s fingers finding yours and lips pressing against your palm. His beard scratched gently at the surrounding skin, leaving a trail as he crawled up your body, lips caressing until he was hovered over you and they found your neck. His hips pressed against yours and a gasp fell from your throat like it was pulled.

“God, why are all three of you built like fucking bulls?”

Their chests rumbled against you, a subtle reminder that two broad Texan country boys who loved to throw down their gloves had you trapped between them. It made you feel small, something you didn’t get to experience often. They could easily throw you around, bend you this way and that however they wanted for their own pleasure.

Then Sam’s lips caressed your cheek and Sapnap’s calloused hands kneaded your soft hips. “Made for your pleasure, sweet thing,” Sap murmured against your neck, finding the tender spot behind your ear. He didn’t nip or even suck, just kissed the skin softly: a reminder how soft these boys were on you. They’ve shown more tender care for you in a week of texts and two ‘dates’ than your ex did in almost a year. They would easily throw you around, but they’d do it with a hand protecting your head and soft kisses pressed wherever they could reach. They’d fold you into any position they wanted until you gave the slightest sign of discomfort and they’d pull back without a breath of hesitation.

“Flip me,” you muttered out when your own muscles refused to obey, letting out a soft purr as four broad hands scattered across your body, gently lifting and turning you to lay you back against Sam’s firm chest. You felt a smile tug at your lips as you watched Sapnap get lost in your body, fingers brushing up your waist to reveal the soft skin of your stomach as your shirt got pushed up, trailing touches along the bottom of your bra. “Hey,”

He grinned back, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. “Hey, sugar. Can I get your bra off for ya?” You gave a hum against him and his fingers walked around the band until he found the clasp. He pulled you up just a bit, just enough to press you more against him than Sam, and fumbled with the hooks for a moment- just long enough for you to start grinning against his lips and for him to curse against yours. You wrapped an arm around his neck to hold you up and reached the other back, flicking the hooks apart. “Fuckin’ witchcraft,” he huffed, but helped you pull it out of your shirt anyways. 

Sapnap turned the lace over in his hands as if contemplating before reaching over your head. 

“There ya go, buddy,” he chirped with a grin as he draped it over Sam’s head. “Add that to your fuckin’ spank bank.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” Sam tossed back as his hands rubbed down your hips, grabbing two thick handfuls of your thighs and pulling them apart. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as your lacy panties pulled tight against your clit. “Get to work or I’ll fuck her myself and leave you to cream your pants again.”

Sap rolled his eyes, leaning down to bunny kiss you. “He’s so dramatic,” he whispered in your ear, just to hear the breathy giggle you gave as his lips skimmed your cheek. “You know I’ll take care of you, don’t’cha bunny?” His lips curled into a grin as you nodded, stretching your neck to try and sneak a kiss from him. Thick fingers pulled aside your panties to run his thumb over the seam of your folds, spreading your slick. “Oh, you’re just a sweet thing for me, huh?” He shoved his shorts down his thighs as he asked, grin stretched wider than his face at the weak noise the sight pulled from you. 

Punz was packing. You were going to feel Sam in your throat for weeks. Sapnap was smuggling a monster. You were absolutely positive being fucked by a literal bull would be easier. You were expecting something big, of course- you’d even predicted the girth-to-length correctly based on his height and build. You weren’t expecting his long fingers to barely wrap around the base or for the tip to nearly reach his knees.

“It’s always the fucking shy ones.”

“If you want to kill me, just run me over,” you wheezed. The muscles in your neck gave out, seemingly accepting your approaching end, and your head thudded back against Sam’s sternum, but you still watched down your nose as Sapnap stroked himself- god help you, it got bigger. 

“You can tap out, sugar,” he promised, even as his thumb swiped over the leaking head. “I’d be more than happy to jerk off with you on my face again.” 

“Absolutely not. I just need a safe word.”

That got their attention- and concern. Sam let your thighs fall together and Sap let go of his cock, letting it bob against his stomach as he leaned over you. 

“What’s wrong, sugar?”

“What do you need, bun?”

“You know this doesn’t go anywhere you don’t want, right?”

A huff of laughter spilled from your lips as you reached up to cup Sapnap’s cheek. “You’re both big softies,” you cooed, trying to shoo away his worried gaze with a few soft kisses across his cheekbones. “I need a safe word because I know myself too well. I don’t wanna stroke your ego, but you’re fucking huge, Sappy.” He perked up, worry falling away to pure adoration as his hockey name fell from your lips. You rubbed your other hand down his body until you could curl your fingers around his shaft, a grin curling on your face at the soft whimper you pulled from him. “I know I’m going to scream, and cry, and brat my fool head off, even though I want nothing more right now than to die from some monster dick.” You grazed your lips over his. “So we’re going to establish a safe word, and unless I use it, you’re going to fuck my brains out. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” slipped out without hesitation and you couldn’t admit what it did to you. “Fuck, yes, please. Uh- pineapple?”

You gave him a firm but short kiss. “Perfect. Safe word is pineapple. Sam, if someone calls and we don’t notice-”

“Yank you apart and give the offender a good hit- on it.” He pulled your thighs up again, helping Sapnap hook your calves over his hips. His lips pressed gently against the crown of your head. “I gotcha, baby,” he promised softly, making your heart squeeze as you knew he didn’t just mean that he was holding you. 

Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped around the grab handle on the roof to keep his weight off you as he scooched close enough to press his fat tip against you. He parted your folds around him and laid his cock between them, grinding the wet tip against your clit as he passed. “Fuck, sugar,” he sighed in time with your moan as he sized you up. “It’s gonna be fuckin’ tight.”

You knew that was a not-so-subtle offer to back out, to make sure you knew what you were in for.

“Promise?”

He looked like you just gave him the world. Based on the way he practically worships your cunt, you may as well have. 

He pressed against your entrance hard, using one hand to try to ease his way inside without just shoving himself into your pussy. When he finally managed the head inside, it pushed a whiny moan out of you as just the tip spread your entrance more than his fingers could ever hope.

“Sapnap,” you rasped out, watching your voice send a shiver down his spine and snap his eyes shut, desperate not to get ahead of himself. He was being smart: taking things nice and slow to make absolutely sure you felt more pleasure than pain. You reached out and raked your nails down his tensed abs. “Take me,”

His hips snapped without a thought as his body took your command as law, suddenly filling you with a good four inches that spread your walls to their limit. His tip leaked precum inside you as if even his cock knew you needed lube and was eager to supply. The hot, sticky feeling as it seeped into you just made you all the more eager to get filled with cum. 

Another sharp thrust got him halfway in.

The third slammed your cervix like a truck. 

“Oh, hell,” you wheezed, letting yourself fall limp in Sam’s secure hold. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s, desperate to fit that last bit of him inside you, despite what your body said. “I want it, Sappy, please. Don’t stop.” 

Another curse fell from his lips as his cock jerked inside of you, desperate to obey. “Careful, sug’,” he grit out, plastic creaking under his grip as he tried to resist. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You stretched your neck, brushing your lips along his jaw.

“Hurt me.”

It hurt like hell when he slammed your cervix with intent, but you would’ve walked on hot coals to have him buried in your guts. One of Sam’s hands left your thigh to trace light shapes over your clit- whether to get your body to relax or to soothe the pain, you didn’t know, you just knew it was working. Your walls shook as you came, begging Sapnap deeper until finally your cervix gave in.

The coarse hair above his cock pressed against your clit after Sam yanked his hand away, giving a perfect sensation as Sapnap ground his hips against yours as if making sure he’d really given you every inch. “Oh hell- fuck me, sugar- bunny.” His stuttered praises created a new nickname that spread a fuzzy feeling all the way through your stomach and into your chest. Your cunt made your approval known as it tried to suck him in deeper, begging him to fill every empty space inside you and pulling a deep groan all the way from the depths of his stomach. “You like that? You my sweet sugar-bunny? Fuck, your pussy wants me, sug’. Haven’t even started fuckin’ you and it’s tryna milk me. You really want me to come inside you that bad?”

So badly you wanted to cry, yes you did. You’ve never wanted to be filled before these boys, but something about them made you want to be straight-up bred. You wanted them to take turns fucking you full of their cum just to keep your cunt warm and wet and full. 

“Please, Sap,” you managed, feeling the way your strained voice made his cock jump inside you. “Want you to fill me up ‘til your cum is leaking out of me for days.”

Evidently, that was the final reassurance your sweet Texas gentleman needed to leave the building. In his place was the broad enforcer who barreled through people like they were nothing but snowflakes in the wind. Without another second Sapnap was jackhammering into you with the same force he used to lay out opponents, that thick cock head never leaving your womb as he speared you open. You only knew you were screaming when your throat began to hurt, unable to hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears as his cock hit every nerve in your pussy, thick shaft rubbing against your g-spot from how stretched you were around him. 

Sam let your legs snap closed around Sapnap’s hips so he could cup your tits in either hand, fingers lazily strumming your nipples as if he knew you only needed the slightest touch to bring you over the edge again. Soft praises filled the cab as you came on Sapnap’s cock, Sam’s lips pressing hard on your temple, knowing you’d need something to ground you as you floated. Sapnap didn’t- couldn’t help as he got lost in the heavenly feeling of your pussy gushing around him, the sound of his thrusts becoming so much wetter as he pounded right through your orgasm.

“Remember your safe word, bun,” Sam murmured against you. “We just lost Sappy.”

Sapnap fucked you like a machine, hips pounding an even, fast pace against yours, as if all your orgasm did was energize him. His cock rocked into you like it was his mission to fuck you open. Like he needed to make sure he left you so stretched out that you could only come to him to satisfy you. He was a man completely committed, and his only goal was to fuck your literal brains out and fill you with his cum. 

“Beautiful.” The word escaped his lips as part growl and part prayer as he traced the shape of your jaw. He sucked the skin into his mouth just enough to leave a light mark- so tender and gentle with you, completely opposite to the way he abused your cunt. “Fuck, I love when you come for me, sugar. Get this gorgeous look on your face. Look like an absolute goddess, baby.”

You wanted to tell him how much you loved the things he said, how much they filled you with a warmth that pure sex didn’t. You wanted to tell him that he was the picture of a Greek Adonis: stretched out above you with the muscles in his thick arms bulging from the effort of keeping his weight off of you, shaggy brown locks hung over his melted chocolate eyes and that scruffy beard that made you want to trace your fingers down his jaw. You wanted to say it all, but none of it came from your lips.

“Fuck, fuck,” spilled out instead as he fucked you straight through your sensitivity and into a pleasure-induced partial numbness. “Fuck, can’t- I can’t! God, fuck me!”

“God, you really do run your mouth.” Sam’s tone was absolutely reverential, despite the breathless chuckle that came with his words. His fingers traveled all over your torso, rubbing tender shapes into your hips, breasts, and every stretch of skin in between. His lips caressed your cheek, a soft touch among the debauchery of a threesome in a pickup parked in a field. “What’s your safe word, bunny?”

“Pine- fuck! It’s pineapple! That’s not calling it! If you fucking stop, Sapnap, I’ll cut your dick off!”

Sapnap’s lips curled into a smile against you as he eagerly obeyed, hips not so much as stuttering against yours as he kept up his animalistic pace. “She wasn’t kidding: bunny gets bratty after her second, Sam.” 

“Duly noted,” was muttered into the hot air, thick fingers crooking under your chin to guide you to his lips. “I think,” Sam mused against your soft lips as he kissed his way into your mouth, “another two would make her a good girl again.” 

“Or make her pass out.”

Sam shrugged as he pulled back to let you pant against him, teeth teasing the swollen red skin of your bottom lip. “Either way.” 

Your breath hitched as Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped completely around your ankle and started testing how he could arrange you. He tried to put it over his shoulder first, but when he was blanketed over you so tightly, your hips just couldn’t do it. “I gotcha, sug’,” he promised when you winced, immediately changing tactics. He hooked your knee over his elbow, then wrapped his arm over the steering column. “There you go, just opening you up a bit, that’s all.” 

Fuck, you’d never had to be spread open so much just to take a guy. It occurred to you that you still hadn’t. You took Sap just fine- your walls were like a vice around him, the slightest stinging stretch still remaining- but you were taking it in stride. Not that Sapnap’s hammering left any room to do anything but. Still, he tried to take care of you, tried to ease his rough battering on your insides into something easier to walk with tomorrow. Even when he had you spread across the front seat, bruising your folds, he was still so sweet.

He straightened up and yanked the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, eyes as dark as warm molasses trained on where your cunt swallowed him. His cock dragged against your walls as he pulled his hips back, hand snapping back to the grab handle as soon as his shirt was out of the way: he needed to see you. Needed to see the pretty pink lips that wrapped around his cock so well. 

Not leaning over you gave him leverage. Now when his hips drove into yours, cock diving deep inside you, he did it faster and harder than he could before. Now when he thrust into you, he pressed his balls tight against your ass, practically begging to empty them into your tight heat.

Scratch what you said before: not sweet. Your legs were just preventing him from absolutely destroying your pussy.

“Y’killing me,”

Sam chuckled, but Sapnap didn’t falter- didn’t even look up from where your cum had soaked the dark hairs at the base of his cock. “You’re okay, sweetheart,” Sam promised. His fingers threaded with yours, bringing your joined hands to rest on the swell of your stomach. You’d swear you could feel Sapnap’s thick cock pressing back- thought that if you were any thinner, you would see the column where he pushed your body aside to make room for himself. “You’re doing so good- such a perfect little bunny,” Sam praised against your cheek as he slathered it in soft caresses of his lips. “Like you were made for us.” 

A short laugh fell from his lips before he choked on it. It came back, though, and just as you worried what could possibly make anyone laugh with their cock out and their friend spreading you in half, he let the thought fly.

“Made sharing size.”

Your head fell back into the cradle of his collarbone and a short, breathless laugh spilled from your lips. “I hate you,” you managed, but it caught in your throat as Sapnap fucked you like he hadn’t heard a word. “Fuck, hate you, too, Goliath!” 

“I don’t think he can hear you,” Sam muttered, caressing your tit in his free hand- didn’t grope it, didn’t play with your nipple. He held it like a precious gem- pet over the skin like it was the softest he’d ever felt. Sapnap growled out something around his shirt, but even if you could understand it, you weren’t certain it was anything coherent. “Sappy’s a little obsessed with you, bun. Now that he’s got a turn with your pussy, he’s not thinkin’ ‘bout nothing but fucking you open and filling you.” 

Well, fuck, now that was all you could think about, either. You’d never admit to these boys how much you fantasized about letting them fill you up whenever they wanted. How many nights since your impromptu rendezvous were spent with your fingers in your cunt, mourning the lack of a thick cock to satisfy you. The lack of a strong, warm body holding you from behind, feeding himself into your needy pussy just to be closer while you slept. 

You could never tell them. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind they’d comply to every increasingly perverted thought, and you quite enjoyed your ability to walk- and think- straight. Both of which were quickly melting away as Sapnap carved out a permanent home for himself deep in your guts. 

He fell forward when you came around him, gummy walls sucking his cock deeper as he mouthed at the column of your neck. Your arms snapped around his head as his hips resorted to rolling against yours, nails carving into his scalp through shaggy hair as the coarse hair at his base scraped against your clit. “S’fuckin’ good, sugar,” he groaned against the pulsing vein in your neck. “You’re fuckin’ perfect. Fuck, ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy with my cum. Stuff you so fuckin’ full-” He choked as you rolled your hips in time with his, falling to his forearms braced on the driver’s window.

“Promises,” you panted out with a smile, “promises,”

Curses spilled from his lips like he couldn’t control himself, chest hair rubbing against your raw nipples where his shirt was still bunched up, sending you dangerously closer to overstimulation, but nowhere near calling your safe word. “She’s so sweet,” he muttered under his breath, as if it was a realization he hadn't meant to share.

“Just the sweetest, ain’t she,” Sam hummed back anyway, lips pressed tenderly against your temple. “She don’t even know how gorgeous she is- else she wouldn’t let a couple bucket heads split her open.” 

“Maybe we’re special.” The words were barely breathed into your neck, a shy question he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to.

You pulled hard on his soft hair, yanking his lips up to yours. He still tasted like your cunt, but his strawberry chapstick peaked through, just like you were learning it always did. When you let him pull back, it was only enough for your breath to wash over each other's sore lips. “So special,” you promised, and you meant it. You might have a major thing for jocks with anger issues, but you sure as hell didn’t let them all raw you. In a truck. At the same time. But then again, they didn’t all drive an hour to pick you up for a spur of the moment date after a week of blowing up your phone. 

“You’re more special,” spilled from his lips into yours without a thought, pressing closer and closer until there wasn’t an inch of your body not touching them. “Want you to come with me, sugar. Please? Wanna make you come one more time.” You were nodding from the first word, finally driving your tongue past his lips to make him shut up because god, you wouldn’t be able to wait for him if he kept talking. 

Sam’s broad, calloused hands rubbed over your bare stomach, a soft, “y’two look so cute together,” pulling a whine from deep in your chest. He held you tight as Sapnap’s hips bucked into yours, throwing you over the edge one more time as your pussy milked him for his cum, begging for it to fill you up. “Atta girl, letting Sappy come. So good for us,” he cooed, giving you a squeeze while you were still a million miles away, his voice foggy and distant. You didn’t know how long it took you to come back down to Earth, but Sapnap’s cock was still leaking into your used hole when you did, his nose buried where your neck met your shoulder, nuzzling into the skin as if he was going to fall asleep. Honestly, you had half a mind to join him. 

The cold air hit first. Then Sapnap hit your chest and knocked every painfully reclaimed breath back out of your lungs as all three of you fell like a set of dominoes without the driver’s door propping you up.

“This is the fucking thanks I get for buying the pizza?” The sudden bright light of the overhead impeded your view, but after a few frantic blinks, you could make out an upside-down Punz glaring at you. No, not you: only the guys. Pretty privileges. Awesome. “Sam, put your dick away.”

“Cock looker,” Sam called with a flip of the bird, but yanked his boxers back into place anyway. “We’re not neglecting our girl just because you’re late to the party. Right, Sap?” Sapnap let out a sound against your neck that was either, ‘fuck you,’ or ‘puck boo.’ Toss of the coin, really. Either way, Punz reached over and smacked the back of his head. 

“Get off her so I can take my bunny.”

A shrill yelp escaped you as Sapnap suddenly came back to life, fingers sinking into your love handles to hold you steady as he shot up. You moaned as the new position had you basically sitting on his lap, cock head spearing something deep inside you that’s never been reached before, but if he noticed he didn’t show it. “You can’t take her!” The decree was paired with him falling back on the passenger’s door, sending you crashing into his firm chest. “She’s mine now,” he decided with a kiss to your crown. After a moment of contemplation, you decided that you were pretty cool with any result from this conversation and settled in. “You decided to be a bitch and not show. Too bad, so sad- oh, fuck!”

Another panicked noise left your lips as Sapnap fell, his entire torso dangling out of the truck with Sam’s frantic grab of his ankles the only thing keeping him from tumbling out onto the grass with you still attached. After a beat to confirm you weren’t about to crack your head open and be found naked and full of cum, you braced yourself on Sapnap’s chest and pushed yourself up.

Punz grinned like he hadn’t just tried to murder his right wing. “Hey, bunny,” he purred, opening his arms for you. “‘M sorry I didn’t come to pick you up. You wanna have a cuddle while Tweedledee and Tweedledipshit pull the truck the right way around?”

“I’m sorry my parking skills aren’t on point when I’m balls deep, god!”

“He’s not sorry,” you pretended to whisper, stern facade breaking into a grin when Sapnap snorted out a laugh under you. You rubbed a flat palm across his chest, feeling it rumble as he practically purred at the feeling. “You ready to let me go, Sappy? Or you need a snuggle?”

You could watch in his eyes like a movie as he slowly thought through your question and realized what you were really asking. He leaned up to press a peck against the corner of your mouth before flopping back down across the seat with a soft pat to your waist. “I’m good,” he promised with one of those lazy grins you were starting to crave. “Make sure to save some for me, though, yeah?”

“Oh, of course: everyone gets their cuddle rations,” you agreed, choosing to ignore Sam’s snort of, “rations- like we’re in the cuddle war.” You reached for Punz and tried to make yourself as cute as possible with a soft pout. “I can’t stand, you’ll have to carry me.”

“I think I can live with that,” he decided, pulling you off Sapnap and into his arms with a small noise of sympathy as the drag against your sensitive cunt made you ache. “I know, poor bunny,” he gushed, pulling down your shirt for you. “Alright, fuckers, turn the truck around so we can actually watch the movie!”

“I’d forgotten about the movie,” you mused, legs wrapped around Punz’s waist hesitantly. “I’m leaking on your shirt.” 

“It’s seen worse.”

Your nose wrinkled. “Ew,”

“I don’t think you get to talk shit after a Texas Eiffel Tower.”

“... alright, fair,” you decided, settling into his chest. His hands on your hips hoisted you up his body easily, letting you relax and trust him to arrange you however it was easiest to hold. “So what brought on this surprise date? I mean, I’m obviously not complaining, but you three seem to have a TMI issue when we text, so why didn’t any of you tell me?”

For what might’ve been the first time in his life, Punz’s mouth stayed shut. Call the fuckin’ presses. You pushed down your instinct to say something snarky (or maybe just bratty) and pulled your chin out of his shoulder to look at him properly. And oh what a pretty pink he was. 

He finally caved to your unintentional puppy eyes, stubbornly looking away. “We were kinda worried you’d say no… and we thought it’d be better to hear it in person than over text.”

The truck doors clanked open then shut again, and the two were now pulling the tarp off the bed, but your eyes were stuck on Punz. “You all drove an hour and bought pizza… while thinking I might not agree?”

“... Look, I never claimed we were smart-”

“That is the sweetest thing a guy’s ever done for me,” gushed out of you before you could think of the ramifications of admitting that. You slammed your lips over his in an effort to keep him from thinking too hard on it, kissing your way into his mouth. “You guys,” you breathed between kisses as you started peppering them all across his face, “are the absolute-” mwah mwah mwah, “best ever! Gotta be careful-” mwah, “if you ever wanna get rid of me-”

“Never,” he declared without hesitation, chasing after your lips. “Today was your chance to tell us to get lost. You get another in eleven to twelve business days.”

“Oh? Which days are business days?”

“Every third Groundhog’s Day.”

Giggles burst from your lips just as another set of hands snatched your waist. “What are you two talking about over here,” Sam hummed against your ear. You could feel his lips curl into a grin as his fingers ran light circles over your sensitive skin, turning a slight laugh into an absolute fit. “Come here, you, let’s get you into the bed. Hup!” He lifted you out of Punz’s arms and right into Sapnap’s waiting ones from where he stood in the truck bed. 

“Hey, sugar,” he sang. The truck rocked as all your boys clambered in, but Sap did his best to keep you steady as he laid you in an absolute nest of pillows they’d prepared. Couch cushions, bed pillows, and even a body pillow with a hockey player posing like a Playboy bunny. “There you go,” he muttered to himself, tucking into your side like he hadn’t just been stuck on you like superglue. His lips ghosted over your cheek. “You gonna let us feed you now?” 

“How the hell do you come that hard and walk around like nothing?”

He blinked. “Why do you sound mad about it?”

“I am mad about it! You practically killed me, and now you’re carrying me!”

“Well, it’s not like you’re heavy.”

You gave a pointed look down at your thick thighs and thicker stomach. “Hon, I weigh like-”

“Mushrooms or no?” The truck suspension strained as Sam threw himself down next to you, two pizza boxes bouncing on his lap. “We’ll need you to eat at least one slice, since someone interrupted before we could do any other aftercare-”

“Oh, fuck off! You can fuckin’ Venmo me for the pizza if you keep bitching.”

“I paid for gas! Make Sapnap pitch in for once!”

“Excuse you,” Sapnap huffed, wrestling with a two-liter of coke, “I’m baby, bitch.”

You found yourself chuckling and shaking your head as they argued, blooming warmth filling your chest.

Contrasting with the wet cold between your thighs.

“Punz-” He stopped swiping at Sapnap to give you his full attention, and for a moment you thought you should be an adult. Tell him to find you something to clean yourself with, and tell Sam or Sapnap or whoever stole your panties to give them back. You should act like a mature woman who knows how to handle a two-night stand, but instead you find yourself pouting at him, knowing it would make him cave to anything you asked. “They left me empty and cold.”

Sam and Sap burst into protests.

“Left you?!”

“The audacity-”

“Oh, you poor little bunny,” Punz laughed, scooping you right up and taking your place. He squeezed you tight, dotting his lips across your neck to hear you giggle as his breath tickled the sensitive skin. “Bastards been neglecting you?”

Sapnap had produced a handful of shot glasses that he filled with soda and passed around. “Oh, yeah, she was real fuckin’ neglected when she was coming on my cock.”

“She needs all three of us to be happy,” Sam agreed, taking the shot. “Why did you bring shot glasses?”

“Why didn’t you bring alcohol?”

“Lift your hips for me, bunny,” Punz muttered, squeezing your waist. “I’ll pull down my shorts for you and we can have a nice warm cuddle while we watch the movie.”

You pushed up to your knees, hands from either side snapping to hold you steady. “You’re all such worry warts,” you laughed, accepting a shot of coke and passing it back for a refill. 

“Oh, forgive us, sugar: we’re not eager to watch the gorgeous babe who puts up with all three of our dumb asses crack her head open.”

You felt Punz run his smooth tip through your folds, letting Sapnap’s cum slick up his shaft before he led you to ease your hips back. You managed to choke your moan as he spread you back open, biting your tongue until you were seated all the way back on his lap. “Fuck- I’m good, I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

You sighed as the stretch quickly faded from being fucked open so recently, leaving only the blissful feeling of being perfectly filled. “I’m so good.” Sam offered you a slice and you took it, downing a testing nibble and then three big bites of melty cheese as you realized maybe their fuck-then-feed method held some water after all. “What are we watching?”

Sam presented a remote with a flourish, pointing it at the white sheet strung up in the treeline and pushing a button. “We are watching- fuck.” He flipped the remote around to point it at the projector on the roof of the cab. You weren’t sure how much of this was set up before or how much you were oblivious to while Punz coddled you, but either way something squeezed in your chest. “We’re watching Die Hard, because it’s a goddamn masterpiece.”

You nodded. “You got the second one for after?”

“Of course,” 

“And the third?”

“You’re cute. Don’t push it.”

[angy-mouse]

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.”

[angy-mouse]

Puck Bunny Part 3

5.7k, no smut but definite M-rated banter and important plot (unless you're just here for the foursomes in which case you can skip this chapter ig but its pretty integral for the finale)

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do you wanna go on a date?

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You stared at the message, sent directly instead of through the group chat. As if that wasn't weird enough, you'd just gone on a date (with heavy air quotes) with the three of them and you had yet to get your panties back, thank you very much. You started drifting down memory lane and forced yourself to snap out of it. This was not lecture appropriate thinking.

You get another text.

with me, idk if that was obvious lol. sap + sam are stuck running drills all afternoon bc they suck

Okay, so not a group thing. That was good, at least. You might be able to walk after all. Except…

Honestly, you don't feel like sex. Not even mind-blowing, four-orgasms-in-a-row, written-by-a-woman sex. You were tired, and still sore, and really craving something fruity but also sweet? Maybe a chocolate orange. Point being you did not feel sexy and imagining a naked man only stirred thoughts of needing to buy lotion.

i was thinking shopping and dinner - my treat ofc - but whatever you want is cool too x

Fuck, you do need a sweater. Damn changing seasons making your sundress collection obsolete. 

You flipped your phone over and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and rolling your shoulders back. Fuck the rest of the lecture hall, you were aceing this class anyway and you needed to check in.

Do you want to see Punz today?

You didn't even have to think about it. Of course you did, you wanted to see all three of them and maybe shove your face in their perfectly perky pecs, but so far seeing them entailed sex, which you were not up for. You didn't think for a second that Punz wouldn't accept a no, but you were 50/50 on whether you would cave at the first touch just to experience that intimacy.

Call yourself a slut, but it was kinda hard to deny a man who acted like you were a literal goddess. 

Next question: do you want to go on a date today?

As long as it was a date-date and not their last idea of a date, that would actually be nice. You were past the awkward small talk stage with Punz, so no fumbling or awkward silences should happen. Plus you already knew he would compliment you to the high heavens, which certainly couldn't hurt your mood.

So what were you waiting for?

You thought, but you couldn't find an answer. A handsome, fit guy who treated you amazing and was great in bed wanted to take you shopping and treat you to dinner. You'd have to be a fucking idiot not to.

You flipped your phone back over and found another text.

no pressure ofc, but id be a fucking idiot not to try spending time with you without the peanut gallery

You snorted, thumbs gliding over the screen to save him from his nerves. Even if he was cute when he rambled.

tbh shopping and dinner sounds exactly what I need rn

A beat where you thought too much and got lost for just a moment. You bit the bullet, putting a heart on the end and hitting send. Then, as an afterthought:

should I change?

what are you wearing?

For a moment you considered telling him you forgot about a lecture you can't miss, and you actually can't go and you're so sorry but maybe next time-

omg wait not like THAT

i just mean last two times i saw you you were wearing a cute asf dress and then that nice shirt with big sleeves and the black skirt so as far as im concerned anything you wear is perfect

He's talking about your lantern sleeve blouse. Something about the way he fumbles, not knowing anything about what things are called and only knowing that he liked them enough to remember makes you just melt.

oh lol well thank you. Did you wanna meet somewhere or…

The response is instant.

ill come pick you up! whens your last class get out?

You tell him and get a thumbs up and heart emoji pairing, then a gif of snoopy doing his happy dance that makes you laugh under your breath.

"Stop sexting in class,"

You flinch and clutch your phone to your chest before recognition kicks in and you glare at Niki. "I'm not sexting," you hiss. "Punz is picking me up for a date." She rolls her eyes. "An actual date." You didn't know why you needed her to be happy for you so badly. Maybe with both your long term best friend and slightly less long term boyfriend both kicked out of your life, you were just craving companionship. It would certainly explain your current disaster of a dating life. 

"Okay," she says but it doesn't sound like she means it. "Just so you know, I only have one romcom binge weekend in me a year, so if this harem breaks your heart, too, you're on your own." 

"I appreciated that, you know." She blinks like she wasn't expecting anything less than snark, but you meant it. You came into your dorm with eyes so full of tears you didn't even realize she was there until she was coaxing you into your PJs and shoving a carton of Ben & Jerry's into your lap. Suddenly your mysterious roommate you only saw once in a blue moon when your schedules rarely overlapped was the shoulder you were crying on, voice ringing through your ears promising you were still the baddest bitch and he was the loser here.

"It's no big deal," she finally decided. "You need to learn people don't deserve praise for not treating you like crap." 

You didn't have a comeback for that, so you finished class in silence.

"Do I get to meet this one, too?"

You can't fight your smile. "You want to?"

"Gotta make sure you're not dropping your standards. Again." 

"I changed my mind: fuck off." She curled her hands into a heart with a grin before you turned away, hearing her chase after you. 'Chase' very loosely translated to 'took four quick steps to easily catch up because she's a lot fitter than you.' Damn skinny people.

"If he just pulls up and honks, you are not getting in the car. Date ends there."

"Any particular reason?"

"A man who can't wait to get out of the car to greet you can't wait long enough for you to come."

You grinned over your shoulder as you walked into the afternoon sun. "Oh, believe me: not a concern."

"Ew,"

"You started it."

"And I'm finishing it." 

Tires screeching on pavement caught your attention, just in time to watch two students nearly get run over by a cherry red Challenger. You bit your cheek. "You don't think…" 

The car came to a stop right in front of the stairs (only because it was physically incapable of climbing them, you were sure) showing off the VAL-U sticker on the back window.

"I do think," Niki said solemnly. A single honk came from the car. "Oh, fuck no-"

"Niki, please," you begged as you watched Punz climb out of the driver's seat in a crisp collared shirt, buttoned only enough to be appropriate in public. You practically melted as he gave you that sparkling grin, running a hand through his blond locks as he climbed the stairs two at a time to join you. 

"I had one rule for you-"

"Sorry," Punz breathed out, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek, close enough you could feel the faint heat rushing through his face. "I slammed my elbow on the horn trying to unplug my phone."

You'd be embarrassed by the loud snort that left you if you weren't so grateful it drowned out Niki's, "you're lucky, valley."

"You look beautiful." It was hard to believe when you'd just sounded like a literal pig. At least, it would be if he wasn't looking at you like you hung the stars, hands sliding back on either side of your waist until he was holding you gently against him. His lips ghosted over yours. "I missed you, bunny."

You missed him, too. “You saw me two days ago,” you say instead, but you let your hands link against the nape of his neck as he gives you a soft kiss. Something more than a peck, but nothing you were embarrassed to do in front of Niki. Something just right.

“And it was painful,” he announced, squeezing you tighter against him like he knew it would make you giggle into his neck. “Forty-eight hours with Big and Rich for company.”

“Are you ever going to run out of demeaning nicknames for them?”

“Haven’t yet. Hi-” It takes you a second to realize he’s talking to Niki over your head. “Friend?”

That one was directed at you, so you hum an affirmative and gently peel yourself away to run through introductions. Punz only lets you get out of one arm, the other moving to hang over your shoulders with a squeeze that clearly said ‘that one stays.’ “This is my roommate, Niki. Niki-”

“Punz,” she mused, offering her hand. “I know all about you.”

“Is this a shovel talk?”

“No. I don’t talk before shoveling.”

“Niki,” you beg, but Punz gives her a firm shake.

“Big fan of that,” he declared with a grin. “I’ve got a buddy with a truck, we should get you two in contact.”

She nodded solemnly. “Alright,” she directed at you, “you can go on the date.”

“Niki!”

She took your keys off your bag. “I’ll take your car back to the dorm. Don’t get pregnant.”

“NIKI!”

“Bye, Niki,” Punz cheered with a cackle, arm around your shoulders keeping you from chasing after her to commit some mild manslaughter. “Nice to meet you!”

“Don’t say, ‘nice to meet you,’ when she’s humiliating me.” You got a kiss pressed to the side of your head instead of an apology as he started down the steps, dragging you along with. The gentle pressure of his arm on your neck solidified your feeling like a yappy chihuahua being tugged along by the leash. It all felt a stark difference to the usual sultry air that followed you around these three. This actually felt like a… date. Not a sex on the nearest surface date, but a proper meet the parents soon date. 

You tried not to think about how scary that was.

Instead, you thanked Punz as he held open your door, your hand in his as he helped you climb in. You held in a giggle as he shut the door behind you and raced around the hood like he was worried you’d leave without him. “What are we shopping for,” he asked as he threw himself into his seat, but you were distracted.

“Why do you have a suicide knob?”

He grinned, wide and toothy, tongue poking out as he used the knob to wiggle the steering wheel. “Because it’s fun.”

You buckled your seatbelt. 

“Oh, come on,” he huffed, pulling out of the parking lot. “I’ve never gotten into so much as a fender bender with this car.”

“This car?”

“Don’t say it like that! I haven’t gotten into an accident since I was a teenager, is that better?” 

“Yeah, and what are you now, twenty?”

“Twenty-five,”

“Oh my god, you’re old.”

You regretted it as soon as you said it. You were so not at the stage where you could make fun of each other and especially not something as potentially sensitive as his age and why he's still at University-

"Well, you're a brat, so I thought we made a good pair." There's a beat where your mind races, but Punz reaches over to take your hand off your lap and cuts it short. "That was a joke. I know you're not a brat." 

"Only a little bit," you admit, and squeeze him back, a little promise that you didn't take it harshly. "If you were serious about taking me shopping, I could use some warm clothes for fall.”

The car pulled to a smooth stop at the light, and he fixed you with a look like you’ve accused him of secretly kicking puppies. “Dead serious. I love shopping.”

“You’re clearly very passionate about this.” 

He took his stare off you to pull through the light, bringing your joined hands up to his lips. “Well, I have an addictive personality, a great credit score, and excellent fashion sense.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Hey, what’s with the doubt?!”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you promise, using your joined hands to gesture to his open shirt, “today’s pirate-with-no-inhibitions look is super sexy, and I’m a big fan of the pleather pants, but every other time I’ve seen you, you wore a hoodie and basketball shorts.”

“That’s not fair: you always see me after practice! I can't squeeze into these pants while I’m still sweaty.”

“Well, I’m very appreciative of your sacrifice.” You wait until he’s looking at you to pointedly eye up his thick thighs, practically seran-wrapped in black fabric. “Very appreciative.”

“Bunny’s secretly a pervert,” he accused, “God, I’m not a slab of meat.”

“Really?”

He finally broke, laughing so hard he hit the rumble strips and had to swerve back into the lane. “You’re such a little shit! You’re lucky it makes you lovable instead of annoying.”

“You three practically snap me in half every time I see you: I’m allowed some eye candy!”

“I’ll be your eye candy,” he promised, and flicked open another button on his shirt. “Boom.”

“Whoa, now,”

“Too hot?”

“I nearly creamed.”

“I hate you,” he wheezed, shoving the gearshift into park. “Get the fuck out of my car.”

“Rudeness!”

His hand snatched yours when you reached for the door. “Wait, I wasn’t serious!”

“I’m getting out!”

“No, wait for me!”

“I’m getting out, and I’m telling Sam you let me open my own door!”

“No, he’ll kill me!”

“Good!” Despite the snap, you can’t pry the smile off your face and you find yourself staying perfectly still in your seat as Punz races around the hood again. “Oh, Merci,” you chirped, taking his offered hand as you stepped out.

“De nada, my little bunny." 

His arm laid across your shoulders again like you were boyfriend-girlfriend on an average date. He even reached out to open the door for you as you walked into the mall. But you weren't boyfriend-girlfriend, you were a puck bunny brat. "Every time I think you're kinda sweet, you call me that." 

"It's a talent of mine: making an ass of myself. Where do you wanna look first?" 

“I usually go to Salvation Army.”

Punz started walking towards the Aeropostale, dragging you along with. “I’m offended you think I’d offer to take you shopping and take you to Salvation Army.” 

You started struggling, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to try and curb him. Your heels tried to find purchase on the tile, but he slid you across the floor like dragging a sled. “I’m a college student! And so are you, for that! I’m not letting you spend your food cash for the week on clothes for me- Jesus Christ, how are you this strong?!”

He stopped, but it had nothing to do with your attempts. He spun you in his arms as if you were nothing more than a doll to him, something he could carry with him and arrange however he wanted. The thought made you feel equal parts small and bratty, but his hands on your hips made you bite your tongue as he held you close. His eyes were stern, a slight tremble in his features betraying his nerves.

“Alright, I’m gonna tell you something, and I don’t want you to freak out.”

Oh, you were totally going to freak out.

“I didn’t want to say this so soon because it totally changes how people think of me, but you’re clearly going to fight me on this, so here it is.” He took a deep breath, eyes screwed shut in a wince. “I’m a trust fund kid. My parents are loaded.”

It didn’t click at first. Not until you blinked. “... oh my god?”

He nodded solemnly. “I know.”

It was a shock, the same way any new information about someone you knew was a shock: mild brain buffer as your mental file was updated. Other than that, though… You couldn’t seem to care. Other than, of course, another chance to mouth off. “Oh my god,” you performed, shaking his shoulders. “Eat the rich, Punz!”

“I’m not into butt stuff,”

“I hate you,” you lied, trying to push away. “I hate you and your gated mansion community-”

“I live in the frat house, it’s practically a homeless shelter.”

“You and your diamond studded underwear-”

“Where are you getting your information on rich people: Richie Rich?”

“You’re an old rich guy, too!” You gasped, clapping your hands on either of his cheeks. He gave a minor wince from the impact, but it was swept away just as quickly by rapt attention as you pressed your forehead to his. “Am I a sugar baby?” 

“Well, you haven’t actually let me buy you anything yet-”

“Wrong answer.”

He shook his head between your hands, essentially making you slap him repeatedly. “No, bunny, you’re not a sugar baby, not in the slightest. Now, can I buy you more clothes than you can ever wear?”

Your gaze narrowed, but it probably wasn’t as intimidating as you hoped when you had to cross your eyes to look at him. “You swear your wallet won’t feel it?”

“May lightning strike me down.”

It took a moment, but with not even a rumble of thunder, you supposed you had to believe him. “Alright,” you conceded, “but we’re going somewhere that actually carries my size.”

<3E>

“I’ve never been in a Torrid,” Punz admits to you as you walk in.

“Really? You don’t lurk in the lingerie section hunting for big women?”

“There’s a lingerie section?” He’s too excited at the prospect to entertain your sass, but evidently not too excited to take the pants you were looking at right out of your hands. “You’ll have to try everything on for me. Even though I’m adamantly opposed to anything that covers your legs.” 

You tried to take them back and he casually moved out of reach, adding a blazer to his haul. “Just because I’m built like an elephant seal doesn’t mean I’m actually insulated-”

“Hey-” You jump at the sudden appearance of a sales associate, a beautiful woman with an undercut and dangly earrings, and flush at the reminder that you were in public. She points an empty hanger at you sternly. “We don’t do self deprecation in here.” The hanger tip shifted over to Punz. “Are you not telling her how beautiful she is enough?”

You can feel your face turning purple as Punz claims, "I can't: I need to eat and sleep sometimes," and starts plucking one of everything off the racks without bothering to check sizes. 

"Wha- Punz! Stop that! I don't need-"

"What you need is to let me love you!"

Undercut woman has a giant grin as she turns to walk away. "I'll get a dressing room open for you. Name for the door?"

"I don't need-"

If Punz wasn't trying to smother you in twisted affection, you might've started to get pissed off at the way he interrupted you again. "Bunny!"

"You're gonna get a foot up your ass in a minute here!" 

"She don't bite," he insists, wrapping a thick arm around your neck to yank you against him. He starts pressing fat kisses to your hair, the kind where he just puckers his lips ridiculously and smacks them against you. The first few are gross. The next annoying. Then he starts cooing about she's just a sweet little thing and your attitude crumbles like a wall, entire body melting against him like a stray that's finally caving into affection. 

You can feel his lips curl into a wide grin against your head, but you can't make yourself rebuild that wall when he's nosing your hair away from your ear so he can whisper, "are we done being a brat, baby?" 

“...yeah,”

His finger crooked under your chin, gently lifting your lips to his for a soft kiss. “Yeah? My sweet girl’s gonna let me dress her up?” 

My girl.

You stole another kiss, dropping one on Punz’s jaw as you pulled away for good measure. “At least grab the right size, you big lug.” 

You may as well have promised him a puppy. His grin stretched wide across his face, bottom lip pulled between his teeth before he ducked his head, hiding from you. He nuzzled into your neck, puckering his lips so they just barely grazed your jugular, feeling your pulse race. “Yay,” he murmured, arm around your shoulders sliding down your back until he could grip your soft waist. “Because as hot as you look in this dress, I don’t approve of how the leggings hide away our tummy.”

“You mean my tummy?”

“I’m filing for joint custody. You don’t appreciate her enough.”

“I appreciate her just fine. It- fuck me, now I’m doing it! Give me something to put on!” 

He cackled, tugging your collar aside to check the tag and leaving you to rifle through the racks. “I’m gonna build you some outfits,” he promised, flicking through some camisoles to add to his armful. “And I wanna see every single one.” 

“I thought you wanted to make it to dinner at some point.” 

He found one in your size and handed you the completed stack. “Then you’d better run that cute ass into a stall for me. Ooh, swimsuit sale!” 

You huffed and rolled your eyes all the way to the back of the store and all the way into the dressing room until the door was shut behind you. You only allowed yourself the time it took to strip and redress to think about how warm you felt inside. How nice it felt to have someone who wanted to drape you in silks and pouted when you made him settle for overpriced plus-size fashion. Someone who was ready to watch you try on one of everything, knowing full well how long it’d take.

You settled the blazer over your shoulders and turned to the mirror, lips pressing together.

By no means were you ashamed of your body… but you leaned more towards ‘screw the world I don’t owe it to you to fit your beauty standards’ and less towards ‘I’m fat and fuckable.’ 

The flared pants sat just too low to tuck away your muffin top. No matter how you tugged on the camisole, it couldn’t cover that inch of skin- unless you wanted to walk around with your bra out.

“Shoppin’ for my baby!” Your gaze snapped to the door, hearing the rhythmic shuffle of feet. “Shoppin’ for my bunny!” You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing- if he heard you, he might stop singing. “Shop ‘til you drop! Bop-bop-bop! Gonna get a crop- top! Yeah, I could’a been a rapper. Fuckin’ missed my calling.”

“You so did,” you called out, threading the buttons on your blazer as you bumped the door open. “What would your rapper name be?”

“Lil’ Pucky,” he called back without hesitation as he turned. Blood rushed through your ears as his jaw dropped open, eyes cruising up and down your form so intensely you worried you’d forgotten to put clothes on at all. “Hello, bunny.”

“Hi,” you giggled. You gave a twirl and laughed when a swoon of “oh, ass,” passed his lips. “You like?”

“I love.” He groped for your waist, pulling you into his chest until you could feel his heartbeat through your right tit. “I changed my mind: you can wear pants, but only these.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yup.”

“These are better than the leggings?”

“Leggings are too tight. Anything that delays me from getting in your guts for more than six seconds is going in the bonfire.” 

Your hand came down on his shoulder and he pretended it hurt, stumbling into one of the plush chairs. “That’s why you wanted to take me shopping! You figure if you buy me enough, you can get rid of everything you don’t like!”

He couldn’t even pretend to feel guilty, a grin wider than a fucking canyon stretching across his face. “It’s gonna be short dresses and tight pants if I have my way.”

“And what makes you think you’ll get your way?”

He held out his hand, a silky two-piece bathing suit with a halter strap top and a skirt layered with frills dangling from his fingers. “Because I found this in your size-” his other hand revealed a mesh shopping bag half full, “and enough panties for Sam to steal as many as he wants.” 

You accepted the swimsuit to try on, but gave an apologetic smile. “I’m very picky about my underwear: I don’t want you to be upset if I don’t wear what you pick out for me, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I’m working off a reference.”

There’s two beats where you process his words before you’re beating him with the swimsuit. “You’re the one who ended up with my panties?!” 

Punz didn’t even move to block your hits, hand coming up to lay over his heart. “I pledge my allegiance every morning, first thing.” 

“Where did you hang them?!”

<3E>

“I can carry something, you know.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Punz piled the bags all onto one arm as if he took your offer as a personal offense to his strength and very manhood, looping the other around your waist. “Taking a fine lady out and making her carry her own bags- who do you think I am?”

You’re getting used to his dramatics: you barely acknowledge him as a stall catches your eye. “Ooh, boba!”

His arm doesn’t budge around you, but it doesn’t keep you in place like you’ve experienced before. Your path shifts towards the drink shop and his elbow pulls straight for barely a second before he shifts right with you, letting you lead him wherever you desired. “That milky stuff with the gross balls?”

“Yes, but no.” There’s laminated menus on the tables so you pick one up and scan the flavors. “You’re thinking milk tea with tapioca pearls. I get fruity tea with popping pearls.”

“You’re really cute, but I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I’m gonna blow your mind right now.” You slipped your card out of your purse as you walked up to the counter to make sure Punz knew you were buying this time. “Hi, can I get a large strawberry fruit tea with green apple pearls?” 

He barely gets out the total and asks for a name for the order before Punz slaps his card on the machine from the side. "'Punz': exactly how it sounds, but with a 'Z'."

"I was gonna pay for it, asshole!" The only response you get from him is his signature on the pad- which is nothing more than a colon and a 'P'. You stuck your tongue out right back, skipping out of reach to snatch up a straw from the pick-up counter. "You're gonna let your guard down sooner or later." 

"You make it sound like you're gonna kill me." You drag the straw across your throat. "Wow," he snorted, pecking the tip of your nose, "total savage." 

“I know. I’m totawy scawy.”

“Fwightening.” 

“You’re a dork,” you informed him with a huff of laughter, stabbing your drink as soon as it arrived. “Poison check,” you claimed, taking the first sip. You skewered a pearl for him before handing it over. “Alright, taste that thang.” 

You waited eagerly as the straw passed his soft lips, on the edge of your nonexistent seat as he took his first sip.

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s alright.”

You rescued your drink before smacking his arm. “No taste!” 

“It’s about as good as fruit can get, but it still tastes like fruit. Give me a burger any day.” 

“I’ve never met such a dumb man,” you huffed, sipping for yourself.… Okay, so it had too much ice, but it was still delicious!

“Liar,” Punz accused as you started your walk again. “You’ve met Sapnap.”

You bumped into him with purpose. “Yeah, but it’s cute on him.”

“Ouch, you’re really wounding my pride there, bunny,” he drawled, making sure his sarcasm seeped through every word. “As if I could be jealous of Sappy.” 

You could feel your lips curling into an evil grin around your fat straw before the thought of what to say even formed. “I don’t know: he’s cute, and strong, and a gentleman, and he’s great with his tongue-”

“Alright, you’re pushing it!” A cry left your lips as he snatched your cheek, pinching only hard enough to pull it around a bit. “Talking about another freaking guy this much, even if he is my teammate-” 

“Leggo uh meee!”

He gave another yank before releasing you with a huff. “Such a little brat…”

His tone changed. It was slight, but there was a definite change- enough to make you stop and backtrack. Did you push too far? Was he actually insecure and being compared to Sapnap was a jab in the gut? Or maybe he was just getting sick of your attitude when he was treating you like a princess. 

“I’m sorry.” Punz let out a small noise from the back of his throat that you took as prompting to continue. “I don’t know why I even said that, but I’ll try not to be such a- such a brat.”

“It’s okay,”

“It’s not-”

“Why are you upset?” He turned to look at you properly, pulling you to a stop once he saw your expression. 

You huffed, frustrated that you had to say it out loud, but more frustrated at yourself. “Because you’re wonderful to me-” His hand came up to your cheek, warm and soft, and suddenly your eyes were clouding up. “And you don’t deserve all the snapping I do-” There’s a lump growing in your throat. “And I don’t even know why I say that kind of shit because I’m having a great time with you-”

“Oh, honey bunny.” You caught a glimpse of his handsome face twisted into concern before he was pulling you into a nook for some semblance of privacy, setting your bags on the floor before hauling you tight against his chest. “Oh, you’ve really worked yourself up over this, huh?” You know it’s not really a question, but you find you’re nodding into his shoulder anyway. You don’t even feel like you’re crying: there are tears streaming out of your eyes, but that’s it. Almost like someone’s left the faucet on and forgot about it. 

Punz’s lips press firmly against your head, hands rubbing circles against the tense muscles in your back, like he was trying to find the button that would make it all better. “Can I tell you something, bunny?” His lips briefly twitch into a tiny smile when you nod mindlessly against his shirt. “I know you’re having a good time. And I am, too. And I know you just like chatting shit. Makes you feel strong, huh? Like you’re big and in charge?” You didn’t even realize it before he put it into words, but he was exactly right, earning another nod. “And you wanna know something else?

“I like chatting shit, too.” You pull back as you realize the tears have stopped, and he only lets you go a few inches before he’s holding you still with warm hands on your waist. “The boys told me all about your drive before our movie night. You know how Sammy threw his little tantrum over your seatbelt?” His choice of words pulls a throaty laugh from you that makes him grin. “We all want different things when we’re with you, bunny. Sam wants to make sure you’re taken care of, so when you brat, he’s gonna nod and take it until you run out of steam and ask him nicely, then he’ll give you anything you want.

“But I kinda like to fight, bunny. Nothing mean, but when you poke me, I wanna poke back. I think it’s fun just like you do, and I think we could have a good time pushing each other to the limit to see who gives.” His lips twitched. “Now, Sappy: I think that boy just wants to die under a big woman, so you gotta watch out for him, make sure he’s still breathing when you sit on him-” 

You try to smother your laughter because this is serious, but then you’re imagining a headline that says, ‘Local Man Attempts Suicide By Pussy,’ and you break into manic giggles that send you right back into Punz’s chest as he laughs with you. His hand rubbed up and down your back, slow and soft, melting your form against his. 

You turned your head once the giggles calmed down, taking a deep breath of his cologne while you listened to his heart. “I still feel bad,” you admitted. “Like I pushed too far.”

“I promise you didn’t, baby.” The speed of his answer makes you melt just a bit more. “I get being worried about it, though, because I do, too…” He hummed as he thought. “Sappy said you guys decided on a safe word?”

You nodded against him. “Pineapple,”

“Pineapple. Okay, so how about we both promise that if the other crosses a line, we say ‘pineapple.’ Then we know it’s an actual ‘no’ and not just more playing. How’s that sound?” You give another nod that he returns with a squeeze. “You want me to take you home, baby?” You’re shaking your head without a second thought, pressing yourself deeper against him. You get another squeeze in response, a silent, ‘I won’t leave you.’ “You wanna get some dinner?”

You forced yourself to pull away, his fingertips trailing over your body as long as they can until they hook onto yours. You beamed at him. “That sounds really nice, old man.”

Punz laughed. “Let’s go, then, brat.”

[angy-mouse]

How to Become A Puck Bunny Masterlist

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Chapter One (nsfw, Sapnap, Sam, Punz)

Chapter Two (nsfw, Sapnap, Sam, Punz)

Chapter Three (sfw, Punz)

Chapter Four (sfw, Sapnap)

Chapter Five (sfw, Awesamdude)

Chapter Six (Finale)

[angy-mouse]

Housing Negotiations

holy shit. Punz x reader, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, breeding for a baby, coming inside (a lot), creampie I think, and ungodly word count (5k+)

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“Is that her?”

“God, I hope so.”

“If not, I’ve got dibs.”

“Your dibs don’t mean shit.”

“Thank you for coming, everyone,” Karl called out, tail wagging wildly behind him. He might’ve been oblivious to the townspeople’s mutterings, but you weren’t- even as you stared nervously at your feet, you could feel them all staring at you. Was it weird that there weren’t any women? There were less than a dozen people in the entire town, if Karl’s statement earlier about gathering everyone was true, and every single one was an attractive hybrid man eyeing you up and down. “I want you all to give a big welcome to our new mayor!”

“Temporary,” you quietly muttered, getting a nod and a wave of Karl’s hand.

“Yes, our new temporary mayor,” he amended, but his tone did nothing to suggest he was serious about it. “She’s going to be starting work very slowly to ease into things, so please be patient with her! Until she gets settled in, you can all keep coming to me for anything you need! Thank you for your time!” Karl ended the meeting with a small bow that you rushed to copy, blushing as you heard a few chuckles as they all dispersed. “I think they like you,” Karl cheered as you both straightened up.

“You think so,” came out of your mouth quietly, even though such a thing shouldn’t matter to you- didn’t matter to you. You were only here for a few weeks at most, you didn’t need these strangers to like you. It didn’t affect you at all that you could still feel their eyes on you in your light skirt and v-neck top, paying special attention to the peeks of soft skin you were showing. Besides, surely you’d imagined the whole thing- there was no way that many men would want you, let alone be so brazen about not hiding their desire.

“Of course they do, silly,” Karl giggled, wrapping his arms around one of yours to guide you as you walked. “They’d have to be crazy not to like you: you’re perfect!”

You flushed hotly at that, letting him drag you around without much care. “I-I don’t know about that-”

“Well I do,” he said firmly, smiling at you so prettily, just like he was last night. “So trust me, okay?” You gave a slight, only half paying attention nod, but it was enough to reassure him, giving you a wide grin as he resumed dragging you. “And you’re going to be an amazing mayor once we get you settled in! We’ve just gotta see Punz about getting you a house!”

“A house?” You snapped out of your stupor, if just barely. “No, no, I can’t afford a house- I’m not going to be staying long-”

“Oh, it’s just a small thing,” Karl brushed off. “We’ll just get you a small plot and a tent to start out, you don’t have to upgrade past that! Just somewhere to sleep at night, that’s all!”

“... Well, I guess that makes sense-”

“Of course it does!” He threw open the door to a little blue building, ringing the bell over the door frame. “Punz! Miss Mayor needs a place to stay!”

You peeked sheepishly over Karl’s shoulder, seeing a tall blond tanuki hybrid making his way across the shop floor to you. To say he was attractive was an understatement. Broad shoulders straining against a white collared shirt, rolled up sleeves cutting into thick arms, that pretty blond hair flopping over his eyes. His thick fingers were covered in rings reminiscent of the dark ones on his bushy tail that gently swayed behind him as he walked.

“Of course,” he grinned. You could see the sharp canines in his mouth, only further adding to the predatory air about him. Karl stepped to the side, letting Punz take your hand in his own calloused one and bring it up to his lips. “I’m always happy to serve our lovely mayor,” he purred. 

“Great,” Karl chirped, as if he couldn’t see the way the realtor undressed you with his eyes. “I should get back to work, then! I’ll see you later, Miss Mayor!”

“Wha-” And there he went, the door shutting solidly behind him, leaving you with this intimidating figure. Now that he was closer to you, you realized just how big he was. Karl was tall, but he was lithe- scrawny, even- and he slouched a bit and spoke so earnestly with that big smile you’d never think to be scared of him. Punz was even taller than Karl, and he stood tall- tall and wide, with fangs and prominent muscles, and an air that made his smart slacks and collared shirt make him look more like the outfit of some kind of kingpin than a realtor.

“Don’t worry,” he mused with a small smile, placing your hand in the crook of his elbow and leading you deeper into the shop, past the examples of doors and roof paneling and towards an open door that you could see a small office through. “I’ll take good care of you, bunny.”

“B-Bunny?”

He gave an affirmative hum, a single finger gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re just so cute and little,” he chuckled, baring his fangs once again, “and skittish. You’re not afraid of me, are you, bunny?” 

You felt your face burning up at being caught, but the most important thing in your twisted mind was making sure you weren’t being rude. “I-I’m sorry- no, I just-” You squeaked as he leaned down to better hear your timid little excuses, a twitch of a fuzzy ear catching your eye. “Your ears.”

He raised an eyebrow. “My ears?” 

You nodded, wide-eyed as you watched them twitch and swivel to better hear you. “A-And your tail,” you admitted, feeling yourself blush harder as you wrung your hands together. “I-I’m really sorry- there’s only one hybrid family on my block back home, and I’ve never met a tanuki- that’s what you are, isn’t it? Oh god, I didn’t mean to assume-” You saw a smile twitching at the corner of his lips and knew he was getting a great deal of joy from your horrible nerves, that bastard. “It’s just that I think hybrid features are really…” Attractive, sexy, perfect, “interesting.”

Punz finally let the smile he’s been fighting break through as he led you into his office. “Well, that’s all you needed to say,” he promised. His voice was lower and calmer than Karl’s. Where the dogboy made everything he said sound exciting and new, Punz had a way about making every word reassuring, like he knew everything and you only needed to listen and it would all be alright. “You know,” he hummed, “you could even touch them if you wanted.”

You’d admit you got a little excited at that- you were the kind of person to time your walk with when the neighbors let their pets out so you could stroke them through the fence, so the promise of petting this beautiful man... Karl’s reaction to you touching his ears last night made you think it was more of a private part, but you weren’t about to tell him about his own body. “... Are you sure?”

“‘Course I’m sure,” he purred as the door closed behind you. “Anything you want, bunny. Here,” he grunted, the only tell that you weighed anything to him as he plucked you up with a firm grip on your waist. He chuckled at your squeak as you went stiff, letting him place you on his desk like he was arranging a new doll on the shelf, your skirt fanning out around you, leaving only the thin fabric of your panties protecting you from the cool wood. “Skittish little bunny,” he chuckled, leaning down to brush his nose against yours, hands braced on the desk on either side of your hips. You held your breath as his fanned across your lips, unable to tear your eyes off of his pretty blues as he smiled. “Go ahead,” he hummed, “touch me however you want.”

You shyly raised your hands, dipping your fingertips into his soft blond tresses and gently working them up his scalp. Punz gave a little hum, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling. Your fingers made it all the way up to his fuzzy ears, where you timidly took one between two fingertips, freezing when he chuckled. “Such a shy little bunny,” he mused, bumping your nose with his. “You can get a little rough with me, sweetheart, I can take it,” he promised. 

“O-Okay,” you meekly agreed, wrapping your fingers around his ears and feeling the fur with your thumbs. He let out another hum, easing your worries as you lost yourself in just how soft he was. “I’ve never felt anything so soft,” you mumbled to yourself, flushing as Punz’s lips stretched into a wide grin.

“Well, thank you, bunny,” he hummed, cracking his eyes open. “You know, hybrids take great pride in keeping ourselves… presentable.” Something about the way he said the word made you blush even darker, in turn making his grin wider. “Especially our more animalistic parts. They’re very intimate.”

Your hands froze on his ears, eyes blown wide. “I-Intimate?”

“Oh, yes,” he purred, thumbs brushing against your hips over your skirt. “I let you touch me somewhere private, are you gonna return the favor, bunny?”

You could have said no. It was clear in his eyes, in his body language- the question was curious, not an assumption. He was simply asking a question, and he would obey your answer, whatever it was. Maybe that was why you nodded- surely it didn’t have anything to do with what you were sure counted as a fetish at this point, as you wondered if he made noises like Karl did when you grabbed his ears in a different setting, or if his beautiful tail would wag when he was buried inside you. Whatever the reason, a breathy ‘yes’ escaped your lips, and you meant it. “W-What do you want to…”

“I’d really like a look up this pretty skirt,” he hummed, rubbing the material between two fingers, the back of his hand hot against your bare thigh. “Can I?” You nodded, but his hand didn’t move as he tsked. “Come on, bunny, I have these soft ears for a reason, aren’t you gonna let me hear that sweet voice?”

“Yes,” you decided quietly, not giving him the chance to tease you any more as you reached down and flipped your skirt up yourself. You felt your ego swell and your nerves calm as he let out a low hiss, eyes transfixed on you, as if he could see through your thin panties if he stared hard enough.

“Now aren’t those pretty,” he purred, standing up a little straighter so he didn’t have to support himself on his hands, trailing his fingers up your outer thigh until he reached the fabric on your hip. He curled two fingers under the band on either hip and ripped them with one swift tug, smirking at your small squeak as he brushed the fabric away. “There we go,” he hummed, thick fingers kneading your bare hips. “You’re just a pretty little bunny, aren’t you?”

You only managed a soft noise in response, fisting the fabric of your skirt as he studied your bare lower half. His eyes drifted aimlessly from the way his fingers pressed into your hips to where you tried to cross your legs to hide your small bush. “Awe, shy bunny,” he cooed, lips stretching into a wide grin, baring his fangs as he watched you squirm. “You don’t have to worry so much, y’know that?” His hands were gentle but firm as he gripped your thighs and pried your legs apart, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk so his hips could block you from snapping them closed again. “I’m just gonna touch you- just like this,” he hummed, petting over your folds with two fingers. 

You let out another small noise as he stroked you, letting you settle into the feeling. “There you go, bunny,” he purred, gliding his thumb along your soft skin until he found your clit. A gasp escaped you as he pressed against it firmly, dropping your skirt to latch your hands around his forearm- god, both your hands couldn’t even wrap all the way around. “You’re fine,” he assured you, lips still curled in that devious grin. He leaned down to brush his nose against yours, looking deep into your eyes as he rubbed small circles against you, a chuckle bubbling out of his throat. “I just wanna push your buttons, that’s all.”

You would have smacked him for making a pun at a time like this if you weren’t falling limp against his chest. He pushed a single, thick finger into you to feel the way your walls shook as you came, crooking it ever so slightly to find the small patch of nerves, kneading it with his fingertip. “Good girl,” he purred lowly, leaning even closer to brush his soft lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, opening your mouth after no more than the slightest brush of his tongue against your lower lip, nails digging into his arm when you realized he wasn’t stopping his fingers.

“Nng- no- can’t-”

“Yes, you can, bunny,” he muttered against your lips, hand trailing up your body to cup the back of your head as he prodded at your entrance with a second finger, the cold metal of his rings soothing your hot folds. “I know you can take it, you just need to relax and trust me. I’m gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart, just relax.”

And you did. Like his words put a spell over you, your nails in his arm became a desperate clutch, his hand on your neck the only thing keeping you upright. He pulled back to watch as he pushed that second finger inside you and the view took your breath away. His crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, eyes hooded as he studied the way his fingers fucked you open like it was his job, ears stood at attention to drink in every sound that escaped your swollen lips- he was straight out of your most shameful dreams. 

“There’s a good girl,” he purred, tucking his nose against your hair and taking a deep breath. “Mmm, god, you don’t know how good you smell, bunny.”

You flushed as you remembered how you hadn’t been able to shower in the town hall. “R-Really?”

“Mhm. I could get high off it.” You choked, his lips stretching into a smile as he forced a third finger into you, one relentlessly attacking your g-spot while the others continued to stretch you, thumb still lazily playing with your clit. “Your delicious smell, the feeling of that pretty cunt wrapped around my fingers- I could keep you like this forever.” A rumbling purr came from deep in his chest as you came, walls trying to suck his fingers deeper. “Yeah, you’d like that, bunny? You wanna sit pretty on my desk and let me finger you open between customers?”

“Please,” you pushed out with a gasp, falling against his chest. His hand on your neck pulled you out of his pecs, tilting your head back so he could watch your eyes gloss with tears as he refused to falter. “No more,” you breathed, swallowing thickly as he finally stopped his fingers, sitting still but just as heavy and thick inside you. “Fuck me properly, Punz, please.”

He smiled as he pulled his fingers away, turning into a full-blown grin when you couldn’t help but whine from the emptiness you suddenly felt. “Oh, I’d do anything for you, bunny,” he promised, bringing his fingers up to his mouth as the other hand pawed at his belt. “Promise I’ll take good care of you whenever you want, got that? Anything you need, sweetheart, you come to me.”

“I need you to kiss me,” you breathed. He let you pull him down by his crisp collar, eagerly pushing his tongue past your lips. The taste of your own cum was still heavy on his tongue, but with the way he practically fucked your mouth with it, you couldn’t conjure up a single fuck to give. The muscle pushed to the back of your throat with ease, his lips still curled into a slight grin as you moaned into his mouth. You could distantly hear the sound of metal and fabric as his pants and boxers were pushed down, your thighs pulled away only briefly before they snapped back to his bare hips.

Punz groaned against you, a single broad hand snapping up to grip the back of your neck as the other wrapped thick fingers around his cock. Your eyes were glued shut, but your hands wandered, the last remnant of your previous shyness leaving you in a breathy moan as you groped your way down his torso. His chest rumbled and muscles flexed under your palms, moans exchanging between your lips as you both felt the action making you hotter- fuck you were making a puddle on his desk, you were sure of it. Your fingers finally found the bottom of his shirt, skimming your nails through coarse hairs leading you to-

“Oh fuck me,”

Punz let out a cocky laugh as you pried your lips apart to look at him. “That’s my plan, bunny,” he teased. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you- wouldn’t want to break our pretty little mayor on her first day, would we?”

You barely registered what he was saying, words drowned out with the sound of blood rushing through your ears as you marvelled at the thick weight in your hand. Big didn’t even begin to describe it. Eight inches that you could barely wrap your hand around- that was big. Punz was competing with your forearm and it looked like he was winning. 

Your hand looked utterly pathetic trying to wrap even halfway around him, but god if you passed on this because of a little thing like possible internal damage you’d be cursing yourself forever. You licked your palm in a vain attempt to lubricate it, the musky taste making a very compelling argument for you to drop to your knees. Punz caught your wrist and spat on your palm before guiding you to just under the head, bumping his nose with yours with a soft smile. “There you go- just like that,” he sighed out as you started a gentle pace, brushing your thumb over the sensitive tip with every other pump.

His own thumb found your clit again, ears perking up and fangs flashing at the whimpering moan he dragged out of you. “Such a sweet little bunny,” he purred, leaning in close until he could nip at your ear. He laughed at your yelp until it was cut off by a sharp moan as you gave a rough tug on his cock in revenge. “Ooh, bunny wants to play rough,” he growled. You had just enough time to let a shiver wrack your body before Punz moved his hands to the small of your back and your thigh to lay you back on his desk. “I don’t mind being rough,”

He pulled another yelp out of you as he pulled your hips off the desk with a rough yank, pushing your skirt further up your waist. He held you steady with a single hand on your ass, the other guiding himself to slide his fat cock through your folds, wetting it with your slick and making sure to grind against your clit. It strained you to crane your neck, so you lifted your hand from where you’d panicked and gripped the edge of the wood and wrapped your fingers around him. He held still with a grin as you felt your way down the length of his cock, letting out a shaky moan as you realized how impossibly deep in your guts he was going to reach.

“You still okay?” He reached up to cover your hand with his, pretending the sight of you wasn’t making him leak precum all over your skirt. 

“If you don’t fuck me I think I’d die.”

You could barely see his tail whipping wildly behind him as he bared his fangs at you, yanking his shirt up and holding it between his teeth. “Hol’ shtill,” he grunted out. You let out a breath and forced yourself to relax as his broad head pressed against the seam of your folds, bumping your clit before he finally found your weeping cunt. Punz was as gentle as he could, but he still had to practically shove himself inside you to get past that ring of muscle. Your hand clapped over your mouth as a perfectly pornographic moan escaped you, Punz’s nails carving into your ass as he fought every muscle in his body not to pound you into a whiny mess- you were just a little thing, you needed to adjust.

But fuck you were tight, and just those first few inches were spreading you open, pushing and twitching against your nerves, sending bolts of lightning up your spine. It hurt, too- but you were prepared for it to hurt. You weren’t prepared for the heat rushing to your face as you realized you might come from just the tip.

“I need it, Punz,”

He groaned as his cock gave a harsh throb at the words, eyes clenching shut to control himself. He reached up to tug his shirt out of his mouth, freeing the way for a deep groan to spill out. “You need to wait-”

You pressed your heels into his back and flexed your knees.

Punz barely caught himself on his elbows to not crush you as he fell forward. Twin moans fell from both of you, but while yours was high and reeked of desperation, his was predatory and sent a chill down your spine. But it was worth it because you could feel him deep inside you, spreading you open until you were a perfect fit for that monstrous cock. You tried to calm down- tried to stave off the throbbing warning of your impending orgasm- but all you did was clench your walls around him, hugging him tighter- if that was even possible.

You let out a choked moan as you came, Punz’s fangs sinking into your neck as your already tight cunt fluttered and danced around him, trying to milk him to join you. You’ve never felt so full before- it was amazing. Even as your orgasm passed and even as the hard wood under you promised to make you sore, everything felt just perfect. The perfect amount of pain and pleasure and that perfect stretch as you were forced open.

“I… ha- I thought… you said you don’t mind- ha- being rough.” You grinned up at the ceiling as you panted. The smile quickly fell off your face as he growled against your soft skin and gave a sharp thrust.

He was barely halfway in.

He pulled his teeth out of you and lapped away the pinpricks of blood where his fangs broke skin. “Oh, I can be rough, sweetheart,” he growled as your only warning before your legs were hauled over his shoulders and his hips snapped to meet yours. You choked on a scream as he battered your cervix, hitting it once- twice- three times before it gave up. Once he was in he started a brutal pace, hammering into you with so much force the papers you were laying on were thrown onto the floor, your fingers burning as you tried desperately to hold onto the edge of the desk. 

His head never left your womb. Even though your body had let him in it wasn’t letting him out. Even with the animalistic force of his thrusts, that last inch merely caught on your cervix, yanked so hard you thought he might tear it out of you, and pushed back in so far you thought he’d find another wall. 

Pull, push. 

Pull, push. 

It was the only thing swimming in your head that made any sense. You could distantly hear your own voice, but it was babbling something ridiculous as you travelled between overstimulation and ‘just a little more and I’ll be there’. “More, no, no more, yes, please, yes, yes, no!” It was perfectly stupid.

Pull, push.

Now that made sense.

Pull.

God, it hurt, but that made it even better. Your walls, your folds, your cervix: they all stung. But for every jolt of pain or dull ache there was friction against your g-spot, and every other nerve for that matter. Punz had a rolling motion to his hips taught to him by the devil himself that made him hit everything. Even your clit got to grind against his pubic bone ever once in a while. 

Push.

You were in heaven. Or hell. Wherever you were, you couldn’t be happier because you were perfectly full. You never knew you needed someone this deep before, but now that you had it you didn’t want him to leave. That perfectly fat cock was spreading you open like a whore but it was so perfect you decided maybe you were a whore. You really would let him bend you over in the showroom if it meant you got to have him like this again.

You let out a shrill yell as he slung one of your legs to join the other over his right shoulder, one hand wrapped around your calves to hold you steady and the other gripping the wood above your head. The adjustment made you tighter, made your walls squeeze him like a punishment, and made him pound into you faster. 

“I’m going to come inside,” he told you, low and growling as his nose brushed against yours. You knew somewhere inside you that this was your one chance to tell him no, that you could tell him to pull out and he would, but you didn’t. You nodded frantically against him instead, prying your nails out of the wood to pull his lips to yours via a fistful of blond hair. “I’m gonna fucking paint your insides white,” he muttered into your mouth. “You fucking like my ears ‘n tail so much, I’ll give you a cute little kid with ‘em.” 

You whimpered at the thought, seeing a whole litter of babies with blue eyes and fluffy little tails, and Punz’s lips pulled into a giant grin against yours. “You want it, don’t you?” You nodded, squeezing your walls around him in an attempt to show how eager you were.

“Wan- nnng!” You choked on your words as he tugged your hips up higher, preparing you to take his cum and make sure not a single drop escaped. You panted hard, clit throbbing from neglect, but you were going to come anyway, you just knew it. With a sudden burst of energy, you yanked him down further until you were panting directly into those handsome ears. “Want you to breed me, please!”

You came with the first jerk of his cock and throaty growl in your ear, practically crying at the feeling of his hot cum washing over your walls. He pressed his hips hard against yours, gentle grinding motions making sure he gave you everything he could. You couldn’t believe how quickly he filled your womb. Before you knew it you were feeling bloated, sighing in relief as his grinding loosened your cervix enough to let the cum slowly leak into your pussy. It felt so nice: the fullness of his dick inside you, keeping your walls spread open as they tried to tighten up again- add to it the sensation of red-hot cum trying to fill every crevice inside you. You ended up relaxing against the table under you with a sigh, ready to enjoy waiting for his orgasm to taper off.

It didn’t.

Your orgasm washed over you without warning as another flood of cum made Punz’s cock twitch inside you. You choked on nothing as your body finally started to succumb to overstimulation, your clit rubbed raw from grinding against the coarse hair on his pubic mound. “Wha- stah- can’t-” He either didn’t hear you or didn’t care as he pumped you full- god, it felt like you had half a dozen loads in you already, and he showed no signs of stopping.

It was pathetically long before your brain started to work again, only spurred on when he changed the angle he was pressing into you at and you felt something pressing against your ass.

“Tanuki… mythos… giant… fuck.”

Sure enough, in your wonderment over his giant cock you neglected to notice the equally large balls you could feel clenching with every new shot of cum added to the virtual lake inside you. You could feel it sloshing around as Punz continued to grind into you- you were at your limit, but it had nowhere to go. He made sure of that, practically folding you in half, turning you into nothing more than a nice, tight hole to empty his balls into. 

Your thighs were tight from such an awkward position and you tried to adjust, whining when Punz’s hold didn’t budge. The noise seemed to wake something in him, pretty blue eyes blinking rapidly from where he’d been staring at your quivering pussy. “Ah- let me…” He lowered your legs to wrap around his waist once again and used one hand on your ass and one under your back to lift you off the desk, managing to pick you up without disturbing his cock, still locked into your womb firing loads of cum every few seconds. Another orgasm came over you- weak but very much felt- and you trembled in his arms, clinging to him in an attempt to- well, you weren’t sure. Either way, he slowly stumbled to the other side of his desk and practically fell into his chair, either ignorant or ignoring your whimper as the movement made him jab at your inner walls. “There… we… go,” he mused as he adjusted you to be comfortable, skirt falling down to hide the way he filled you with cum to replace the trails leaking out of you, pooling around the base of his cock.

Punz propped his feet up on the desk, sending you crashing into his chest with a slight puff of air escaping your lips. His arms came up to wrap around your waist, rubbing your back to soothe you as you waited for the endless pour of cum to cease.

“That’s it, just relax,” he hummed, sounding like he was just as close to falling asleep as you were. “...Consider your tent and first month on me, bunny…"

[angy-mouse]

Chubby Bunny Part 2

part1

“You don’t understand how gorgeous you are.” 

You let out a dying moan that made Punz smile against your breast, wet lips placing another kiss on the supple skin as if to placate you. He always did this: always interrupted your baking, and always made you cock dumb before he even started fucking you, and always, always used that to praise you when you couldn’t argue. 

“Honestly,” he breathed out, hot on your skin, “I don’t understand it either.” He adjusted his grip on your thighs, pressed together with your knees hooked on his shoulder, and pulled your hips against his, letting out a guttural groan as he sank impossibly deeper, your wet walls clutching his cock like a lifeline. “You’re perfect.” His broad, rough hand wrapped around the base of your neck from behind, using his grip to keep you from sliding off the counter as he started fucking into you in earnest. His hips pounded your ass at a punishing pace, leaving the skin burnt red, and if you had a single thought left, you would thank your extra cushion. 

“You look like a fucking goddess,” he pushed out between growling moans, lips and tongue working to cover your tits with marks- marks that were his and yours little secret. “All this plush, these fucking curves. Sexiest person on the fucking planet, bunny. Can’t believe you let some two-bit streamer fuck you like I own you. ‘Course, that’s what you want, isn’t it, bunny? You want your boyfriend to bend you over and make you come whenever the wind blows?” His lips came up to cover yours, devouring your mouth like a man starved. You could still taste the sugary sweetness of the cake batter on his tongue as it dove past your lips, curling around yours as if you had any sense in you to fight for dominance- it was his. It always was. 

You tried to follow as he pulled back, desperate for another taste, but the hand on your neck held you in place as he bumped your nose with his in a motion far too tender for the way he was carving himself a home inside of you. “Look at me, bunny. Look at daddy-” Prying your eyes open was like holding up the Earth, but when you finally did it, you choked on your own moan. Your boyfriend was plowing into you like a ruthless machine, looking down at you with the same adoration and softness in his eyes that he got when you gifted him sweets made just for him. He had a love in his eyes that made you want to cry, and you just hoped he saw the same thing in your own eyes. By his smile, you knew he did. “You deserve everything you want, bunny.”

You pried your nails out of his bicep and reached for his face. He leaned to meet you, pressing his soft lips against your palm as you cradled his cheek, stroking a loving thumb across his cheekbone. “Want-” You choked on the words as your orgasm started to truly build, walls shuddering, hugging him as he did his absolute best to give it to you. “Want you to come inside,” you managed, breathlessly. A laugh burst out of you as a thought entered your mind, and you let it fly. “Wanna be cream-filled.”

You knew he was the one for you when Punz barked out a laugh, buried to the hilt in your pussy and cackling in laughter at your stupid baking joke. “I’m fucking in love with you,” he wheezed, thrusting harder into you as he attached his lips to your neck like they belonged there. “Come on my cock, bunny, I promise I’ll fill you up so good.” You nodded wildly, dragging his lips up to cover yours again, and you smiled into each other’s mouths, kissing like teenagers in love. 

His hand left your neck to find your clit, the only thing keeping your body from flying off the counter being your sweat-soaked body sticking to the granite. You felt the stinging pull on your skin with every thrust, but it was worth it as Punz rubbed gentle circles on your bud, letting your orgasm come crashing like a wave over you. You moaned against each other as you became overwhelmed by bliss, walls pulsing around his cock to drag him into it with you so you could drown together.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” he breathed, letting off your clit to not overstimulate you as he chased his own high. “Gonna come in this tight pussy, ‘cause my bunny gets whatever she wants, isn’t that right?” You nodded eagerly against him, begs for his cum in your cunt whispered against his lips like a promise. He folded your legs up to your chest as he came, hands gripping your hips like a vice as he pumped you full of his seed. It washed over your walls with a sensation better than an orgasm: wet and hot and perfect. You felt complete.

Sadly, every good thing comes to an end. It was only a minute before he stopped coming, but he stayed perfectly nestled inside you, letting your legs wrap around his waist to relax the muscle and rubbing tender circles on your soft hips. “I kinda slobbered on your tits a bit,” he finally muttered, making you realize they were slightly stuck to his broad chest. It wasn’t an apology because he wasn’t sorry.

“I’m used to it,” you half-joked, blushing as you realized your voice was hoarse. “I think the marks my nails left on your arm are staying.”

He studied the small crescents, shrugging with a small grumble as he leaned down for a softer, more tender kiss.

Dee-dee-dee

Punz broke out laughing against your lips, pumping his fist in the air. “I beat the timer! Fuck yeah, speed run that pussy- ow! Don’t hit me when I’m balls-deep, it gives mixed signals!”

“You’re not getting any of that fucking cake, I hope you know that.”

“Wait, baby, I’m sorry-”

[angy-mouse]

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🧁- chubby

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[angy-mouse]

BESTIE IM HERE AND I HAVE MCYT WHO WOULD LOVE BBW!!

First off Awesamdude! Like please he adore you and kiss you everywhere. Loves to see you be confident and will buy you sets of lingerie to see you wear. Gets full of hard thinking of you riding him.

Second Punz, like mans adores ass and tits but when his s/o has chub he just fuckinf looses it. Loves feeling all over you.

And of course sapnap mans would worship every bit of you. 

This took 3 days and its 2500 words... I have no regrets *^* fluff first, then smut under the cut

Awesamdude strikes me as the kind of guy who says he loves all kinds of women, and he actually does. He’d never let you feel self-conscious just because of how clear he makes it that he loves your body. When you hug him he probably holds your hips as you pull away, giving them a squeeze as he just looks at you with a smile because you’re just so gorgeous. He's the kind of guy who makes you feel just as beautiful in a modest dress or something that shows every roll. He'd give you that cute little smile, take your hand and twirl you so he could get the full view, and give you a kiss on the forehead and tell you, "You look stunning, darling. Are you ready to go?"

Of course, just because he thinks you look beautiful in everything doesn't mean he doesn't prefer certain clothes over others. When you’re going out I think he’d wanna put you in a dress. He just seems like the kind of guy to love seeing his girl in dresses. A flowy sundress (with pockets bc he’s a feminist) when you’re going somewhere casual, but on the special occasions when you go out to a formal restaunt he’d buy you a tight fitting dress that showed off your figure. On the (now rare) occasion that you put on the dress and don’t like how it makes your fat look, he’d gently coax you out of the bathroom to come show him. “Oh, what’s not to like, baby?” He’d take your hands in his and put them on his shoulders to make you stop hiding behind them. “God, you look gorgeous.” He’d grip your waist and pull you into his chest, kissing your cheek before trailing his lips along your jaw. “If you really don’t like it I’m sure we can find you something else to wear, but you’ll still wear this just for me sometime, right?”

As for my emotional support chads-

I feel like Punz loves bbw. He’s the type to see a big girl across the club and instantly go “that bitch gonna be mine… at least for tonight”. He wouldn’t shy away from your fat- look me in the eye and tell me this man wouldn’t give you tummy or booty rubs when you cuddle. That’s right, you can’t. Because you’re absolutely right: Punz is the assiest ass man to ever ass (did that make sense? No, but I’m vibing so shut up) but he also watches anime and if there’s one thing I know about motherfuckers who watch anime (coming from a motherfucker who watches anime) it’s that they fucking love tiddies.

If you’re dating Punz then 1: mans is smacking your ass whenever you’re in reach. Especially if you decide to be sweet and refill his water bottle while he’s streaming. He doesn’t care if he’s got facecam, hand cam, all of the above- he’s smacking that ass. He’d get a good whack in as soon as you entered his peripheral, then grab your ass and pull you closer until you gave in and leaned down to give him a kiss. “Thank you, baby girl,” he’d hum as you traded his bottle for a full one. “Isn’t she so sweet chat? Fuckin’ wifey shit.” And 2: if he walks in on you laying on your back he’s faceplanting into your tiddies. If you’re laying on your front he’s faceplanting on your ass. Only way to stop him is to tell him seriously that you don’t like it but let’s be real you wouldn’t do that. Whether he’s on your tits or ass he’d mindlessly play with the fat, grabbing a handful and kneading, give a rough pat to make it jiggle against his face and make himself giggle- honestly more fat in Punz’s mind is just more to play with.

Sapnap is probably a bbw appreciator. He might not be as much of a fanatic as Punz, but he’s definitely crushed on a few big girls. I think he’s the kind of guy to not care much about someone’s body beyond ‘yeah I can acknowledge that they’re attractive’ until he starts crushing because we all know when you get a strong crush suddenly everything that motherfucker does is hot. Suddenly he’s watching you adjust your shorts after they ride up due to chub rub, he’s grinning like an idiot because you found something cute in your size and you’re just so happy about it, he’s seeing clothes and thinking about how good they’d look on you. He’d probably admit he likes you on pure accident, maybe you’re hyping yourself up after one too many people were cruel to you about your weight. And he’s watching you pace his room (because of course you had to get your best friend in on this) going between ‘fuck all of them I’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me’ and ‘is it really that difficult to find someone who likes big girls’ and he’s tired from staying up all night playing with George and Dream so he just mutters, “so just date me, then… I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Once you start dating he discovers the joy of ‘girlfriend wearing your clothes’ and can’t get over it. Maybe you avoid it, telling him you don’t think they’ll fit, but he looks so excited to see you in them, so you try. Some hoodies and shirts actually fit pretty well, but some are a little tight around your chest and stomach. The first time you felt embarrassed and tried to sneak out of the bathroom to grab a bigger one, but he was waiting for you. He let out a strained breath and you were afraid he was trying to not be mean. “Fuck, darlin’, you look so pretty in my clothes,” he’d breathe out, settling his hands on your hips and pulling you closer. He’d pull you into bed to cuddle, spooning you and loving the feeling of your plush body against him. His hands would constantly be all over you whenever your around- on your thigh when you sit next to him, cupping your tit when you’re spooning, rubbing your hip when you’re laying with your head on his chest, giving you tummy and back rubs when you don’t feel good- he just wants to touch.

Sam always wanted you on his lap. You tried to resist at first, all too conscious of your weight, but he’d pout until he managed to pull you to sit on his thighs, pressing a kiss behind your ear with a smile. “See, darling, I’m fine. Now come on, settle down so we can watch the movie.” And soon it became a habit to settle on your boyfriend’s lap whenever he was on the couch. Of course, often he couldn’t seem to keep his hands under control and he’d find himself reaching under your skirt to rub and knead at your thigh. He seemed to always find himself losing interest in the movie, much more concerned with trailing sweet kisses down your neck and slipping his fingers into your panties.

“My sweet baby,” he cooed as he made you come on his fingers again. You moaned, hand trying clumsily to get him off through his sweatpants through your own pleasure. He gently tsked, crooking his fingers and grinning when your hand faltered against him. “Let me focus on you, darling,” he persuaded, lifting your skirt up around your waist to watch his fingers work. He groaned as he saw the familiar black lace and set to work taking your outer clothes off. “You’re wearing the set I bought you, baby?”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Wanted to look pretty for you,” you murmured as you helped him tug your dress off. He groaned as you exposed the full set to him, lace accentuating your gorgeous body, and turned yourself to straddle him, grinding against his hard on in his sweats.

“You look gorgeous,” he gushed. His hands roamed your body like he couldn’t believe you were letting him see- let alone touch you. “I want you to ride me, baby,” he whispered reverently, grabbing your ass and pulling you to sit directly on his cock so he could latch his mouth onto the skin above your breast.

You moaned, scrambling to pull his cock out. “Please,” you whimpered, pumping him in your hand as he marked up your chest. He pulled your panties to the side and let you sink down on him, throwing his head back as he was wrapped in your tight heat.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted, eyes flying as he watched you bounce on his cock, every part of your body calling his gaze. It was everything he’d ever wanted- seeing his goddess-like girlfriend use him for your own pleasure and take what you wanted from him, wearing what he picked out for you. His hands gripped your ass as he thrust his hips to meet yours, swallowing your moans with a sloppy kiss. “God, you’re so perfect.”

Punz nearly didn’t make it through the front door the first time he brought you home. He growled into your mouth as he pressed you against the hallway wall, your hands pushed under his unbuttoned shirt feeling him up while his found the zipper on your tight dress. You helped him get the dress off with just a hint of shyness that immediately vanished as he groaned and groped your ass with one hand and your tit with the other, grinding his body against yours. “So fucking sexy, bunny,” he groaned, bucking sharply against you and grinning when it pulled a sharp moan from your lips. “Mmm, come here, baby girl.” He picked you up by the backs of your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, grinning against your neck as you shreiked in surprise and latched onto his shoulders.

“I gotcha, bunny,” he promised, pulling you off the wall with a deep kiss and carrying you off to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, leaving one hand kneading your ass while the other slid up to thread through your hair. He purred against your lips as you grinded down on him, his hips coming up to meet yours. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, giving a sharp pull on your hair so he could mark up the underside of your jaw and grinning at your moans- he loved every reaction he pulled from you. He needed more.

“Wanna eat you out,” he growled, helping you push his shirt off his shoulders. “You gonna sit on my face, bunny? Let me drown in your sweet pussy? You panted out a hundred breathy ‘yes's- he’d made it clear earlier, when he made you beg him to finger you while he drove, that he needed verbal consent. You climbed off his lap so he could lay back and as soon as he was settled he was tugging you over by the hips. You kneeled over his head, glancing down at him to double-check that he was okay with this.

He had a dopey smile on his lips as he looked up at your gorgeous body. When he caught your eye he grinned wider, sticking his tongue out and lifting his eyebrows invitingly. You giggled at him but it turned into a moan as he pulled you to his mouth, eagerly lapping at your folds and curling his tongue around your clit. You let out a breathy moan, trying to stop yourself from grinding against his mouth but as soon as you made the slightest movement his strong hands on your hips were pulling you to do it again. He growled against you as he ravenously ate you out, one hand holding your thigh like an anchor and the other guiding your hips- save for when he gave a swift smack on your ass.

He moaned almost as loud as you did as you came on his tongue, making positively obscene noises as he slurped up every last drop. “Good fucking bunny,” he cooed, using your shaky legs to his advantage and firmly holding you down on his mouth. “Can you do it again for me? I’m not done eating yet.”

Sapnap was just so touchy. You never had to question what he thought about your body because his actions told you clearly- but he still made sure to tell you.

“So- haaa- look so pretty, darlin’,” he panted, holding his hair out of his face so he didn’t miss a single second as you sucked him off. “Fuck, so fucking good to me.” You gave a pleased hum at the praise, pulling off his cock to nuzzle against his inner thigh. He leaned closer and cupped your cheeks to pull you up to meet him, covering your face in soft kisses. He pulled you up to sit sideways on his leg, distractedly pushing his fingers into your panties as your hand returned to his cock. He pulled away from your lips just enough to give a needy whine, hot breath fanning over your face. “Fuck, sugar. So fucking pretty- gorgeous, baby.”

You pressed forward, swallowing his praise as you rocked your hips, grinding your clit against his palm as he fucked you open on his fingers. He groaned into your mouth as your hand pumped his cock, stomach tensing as he resisted bucking into your hand- he had no right, he told himself. He should be happy that such a gorgeous, perfect person wanted to pleasure him in the first place- he should be grateful for anything you wanted to give him.

On that note he gently brushed off your hand so he could focus, pumping his fingers inside of you while he searched for your g-spot. He smiled against your lips as you started whimpering, one hand latching onto his shoulder and the other onto his wrist to ground yourself as he worked you closer to your orgasm. “Let me make you come, sugar,” he coaxed, nose brushing yours as he refused to pull away. He had pure adoration in his eyes as your hips jerked against his hand. “Just wanna make you feel good, baby.”

You buried your face in his neck to muffle your moans as you came all over his thick fingers and he carried you through it, cooing how wonderful you were and how pretty you looked when you came until you were pushing his hand away. He laid you down on your back on the bed, covering your face with sweet kisses as you came down from your high then moving down your body. He gently helped you out of your bra and panties then lay down between your legs, resting his head on your chest as he waited for you to come down.

When your hand came up to cup his cheek he looked up at you with a grin, propping himself up and kissing you softly as one hand drifted down to line himself up. “Gonna make you come one more time, darlin’,”

[angy-mouse]

Hey bestieee imma need a part 2 to the hotel room 😏

Part 1

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“Fuck, darlin’, just like that.” Sapnap choked on his words as you moaned around his cock, courtesy of Punz slipping a second finger into you alongside his tongue. You looked up at Sap leaning back against the headboard, hand threaded through his hair to hold it back from his face so he could watch you work as he groaned and panted.

“Good girl,” Punz growled, hand gripping your hip giving you a swift smack on the ass. “Taking my fingers so well. You gonna come on my tongue, bunny?”

You pulled off of Sapnap to try to catch your breath, hand furiously pumping him as you rested your cheek against his bare hip. “Please,” you panted, grinding down on his face. He growled and gave your ass another spank before pumping his fingers harshly while suckling on your clit. You cried out as he pulled your orgasm out of you, cum dripping down his chin as he pulled away.

You blinked the tears out of your eyes from your intense orgasm as Sapnap’s hand threaded through your hair, guiding you back to his swollen cock. “Don’t forget about me, darlin’,” he cooed, sighing blissfully as you took him back into your mouth. You whimpered around him as you felt Punz press himself against you from behind, grinding against your ass.

“Oh, don’t be so harsh on our bunny,” he chided, pulling himself out of his boxers and slotting his cock between your folds, grinding against your clit. “She’s taking us so well so far. And she’s gonna let me fuck her while you fuck her face- aren’t you, bunny?” Sap cooed and stroked your cheek as you nodded against him. “See? Sweet girl knows we’re gonna take good care of her.” Punz angled himself and pushed into you with a low groan, nipping the back of your neck with a smug grin before he started a harsh pace that made your ass bounce back at him when he thrust in.

“Sweet darlin’,” Sap echoed as he carefully pulled all your hair out of your face, holding it back and using it to hold your head still as he gently rocked his hips against your face. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby. You gonna swallow for me?” You gave an eager moan in response, feeling his cock jerk on your tongue before his cum hit the back of your throat. You let him continue thrusting, riding out his high as you swallowed around him before he sighed and let his head thunk back against the wall. “Fuckin’ good girl,” he groaned as you swallowed the last of his cum. He looked down at you adoringly and stroked your hair. “You gonna keep my cock warm til I get my turn with your pussy, sugar?”

You eagerly nodded, loosely licking him as Punz chuckled sadistically, picking up the pace of his hips. “I don’t know about that, Sap- I’m boutta make a mess of this pussy. Gonna pump you full of cum, bunny. Gonna send you back home with me dripping out of you- and maybe Sap can get my sloppy seconds.”