Tags: Gunplay, p in v, talk of shooting (no action), cumming inside, (lmk if I need to add more)
When you and Ryan got together, you were no strangers to getting pretty kinky.. both quite willing to explore. So of-course you had the courage to ask. You’d always been into the idea of guns. You loved when he flaunted a gun, you loved watching him shoot at the range, you couldn’t explain exactly why, you’d just always found it stupid hot. One night as you made out, him lying back on the couch, you atop him, hands on his chest, you kissed down his neck. “Ry…? I gotta idea..” He hummed, hands roaming your hips. “Can you.. use your gun on me?” You hummed with a smile. Ryan bit his lip, his hands roaming your hips gripping á bit tighter. “Fuck.. You serious baby?” You nodded quickly. He shifted á bit beneath you to reach onto the coffee table, grabbing his Glock. He held it between you two, already undeniably hard despite the fact he hadn’t even used it yet. Ryan watched you with hungry eyes, studying your reaction as he flipped the safety off with a click. The sound made his dick twitch against his boxers, fuck he really loved this. He dragged the barrel down your chest, then your stomach, achingly slow. Your breathing came shallow, already so turned on by just this. “Fuck..” Ryan muttered as he pressed the cool metal of the barrel against your pussy, pressing in á bit just to get a reaction out of you. You gasped lightly at the pressure, hips bucking. He pulled your shorts and panties down with a quick tug, immediately pressing the cold metal back to your skin. “Yeah keep going baby.. ride it.” He growled under his breath, watching you hump the barrel of the gun. “Look at you ruining my gun..” He muttered as he watched your juices coat the barrel. His dick throbbed in his sweatpants, the sight of your arousal coating his gun filthy. Ryan flipped you onto your hands and knees, pulling you into doggy. He held the gun to your head, cold metal kissing your scalp. He stroked himself a few times before shoving in. You gasped back arching. He thrusted deep and rough, one hand holding your hip to pull you back on him, the other pressing the gun to your head. “Could pull this trigger on you right now… Blow your brains all over the couch.” He muttered as he thrusted deep. You whined, the words making your gut twist with both fear and arousal. He pressed the gun against the back of your head á bit harder, tilting his hips to thrust deeper. “Fuck you sound so hot when you whine like that..” he groaned. As he continued to thrust his movements got sloppier. He took the gun away from your head, wrapping the arm around your waist, he rubbing your clit in circles with the barrel of the gun, pressing his forehead against your upper back. “Cum for me baby..” He muttered. The sensation of him thrusting into you combined with the gun rubbing tight circles around your clit was enough to push you over the edge. You arched your back, crying out as you came, hands gripping the fabric of the couch tight. “Fuck- Ryan!” Ryan followed quickly after you, thrusting quick and sloppy before bottoming out, groaning and muttering á string of curses before slowly pulling out. As you both sat back up you sighed, looking over at him. “So.. That didn’t have any bullets in it right?” You said softly. Ryan just smirked, pulling out the magazine, tilting it to the side to show you the bullets inside.
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