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bf!nettspend x gf!fem!reader

b.g. : you find yourself unable to contain yourself after your boyfriend gunner dyes his hair.

w.c. : 3.8k

contains smut

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information: After too many bad fan interactions Gunner is left pissed off and decides he needs to let off some steam. (terrible description ntm on me) cw: Smut!, angry nett, rough sex, yelling/arguing (not at eachother), masterlist taglist

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You could tell from the moment you woke up next to Gunner that something had already been bothering him in that suffocating kind of frustration that clung to him when sleep hadn’t been enough and everything around him had started to feel like it was pressing in too harshly.

It was in the way he moved through the morning without really speaking unless he had to, in the way his jaw stayed set like he was holding something back even when nothing was being said, and in the way his eyes carried that tired, sharpened edge that meant he had already been pushed too far too many times and was now just trying to survive the rest of it without snapping in front of everyone.

The mix of back-to-back shows, managers constantly on his ass, expectations stacking higher and higher with every city, every interview, every performance, and the lack of sleep that had been catching up to him for days had finally started to settle into his bones, and even though he was trying — genuinely trying — to keep himself composed, you could see the cracks forming in the smallest details.

Even on stage, under the flashing lights and roaring crowd, where he was usually untouchable, completely in his element as if nothing else in the world could reach him there, you could still see it if you were paying close enough attention, the way his movements carried just a fraction more force than usual, the way his expressions flickered between performance and irritation when something in the crowd didn’t sit right with him, the way he kept pushing forward anyway because stopping wasn’t an option when people had paid to see him, when real fans were screaming his lyrics back at him like it meant something to them.

The crowd tonight already hadn't been particularly good, not because they weren’t loud, but because something about the energy had been off from the beginning, with two fights breaking out earlier in the set that had pulled security into motion and disrupted everything long enough for the flow of the show to fracture, and then an attempted stage rush that had forced everything to halt in a way that left a bitter taste hanging over the rest of the performance, but still Gunner kept going.

For almost half an hour, things had settled into something close to normal, and from your spot behind the barricade you had finally started to let yourself relax again, watching him move across the stage with that familiar intensity that made it look like he was built for this, smiling faintly to yourself as you followed the way he moved, until it felt like the night might actually hold itself together after all.

And then it happened so fast it almost didn’t feel real at first, a sudden motion from the front of the barricade, a flick of plastic, and a split-second later a full splash of water flying through the air and hitting him directly across the front of his shirt, soaking through the white fabric immediately so that it clung to him and he completely stopped in place.

He took one step back, slow and controlled, like he was forcing himself not to react too quickly, and then his head lifted, eyes scanning the front row before dragging toward backstage where he made a single sharp motion with his hand that cut through everything like a blade, and when he spoke into the mic his voice was so controlled it almost felt worse than if he had yelled.

“Yo,” he said, and the entire venue seemed to tighten around the sound of it, “cut the fuckin’ music.”

The change was immediate, almost violent in how fast the sound disappeared, the production dropping out so suddenly that all that was left was the distant roar of confusion and scattered boos from the crowd, and in that sudden silence Gunner stood still for half a second longer before stepping forward again, his eyes locking onto the exact section where it had come from as if he had already memorized the face of whoever had done it.

“You,” he said, pointing directly at the guy still holding the half-empty bottle, his voice low and sharp as he tilted his head slightly, the kind of movement that carried nothing but disbelief and anger, “you think that shit sweet?”

Whatever the guy said back was lost in the noise of the crowd, but it was enough to make something in Gunner’s expression shift instantly, the calm snapping into something far more volatile as he let out a short, humorless laugh through his nose and shook his head like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, before he suddenly moved forward and without hesitation jumped down off the stage.

Your stomach dropped the second he did it, because even though you knew him well enough to understand that he rarely backed down from disrespect, there was still something about the speed of it, the certainty in the way he moved, that made your chest tighten as he landed infront of the barricade, immediately surrounded by security but still pushing forward like they weren’t even there.

“You think he gonna hit him?” one of his friends asked from behind you, voice low with uncertainty, but you didn’t answer right away because your eyes were locked on Gunner and the way his entire body looked like it was vibrating with contained anger that was just barely being held together.

“I don’t…” you started, then hesitated as he got closer, the air around him visibly shifting as people instinctively stepped back, “I don’t think so.”

But even as you said it, it didn’t fully sound true.

Because watching him get disrespected like that, after everything he had been dealing with lately, after every fan interaction that had crossed a line and every night he had forced himself to keep going anyway, made something in your own chest burn hot and protective in a way you didn’t even fully know how to process.

He stopped right in front of the guy then, close enough that there was barely any space left between them, the mic still in his hand as he leaned forward just slightly, eyes narrowed with something sharp and dangerous that didn’t need volume to feel loud.

“You tryna fucking apologize now, pussy?” he said, voice cutting clean through the air as he gestured slightly with his free hand, his expression twisted in disgust, “you thought that shit was sweet?”

The guy started talking, hands moving too fast, trying to explain, trying to fix something that had already broken the second he decided to throw that water, but Gunner didn’t even give him the satisfaction of finishing, instead scoffing into the mic like the entire thing was beneath him, rolling his eyes hard before stepping back with a final shake of his head.

“Get the fuck outta here.”

And just like that, he turned away.

Still angry, still tense, still carrying that heavy, suffocating energy like it had nowhere to go, and as he started walking toward the end of the barricade, he spotted you instantly and something in his expression shifted just slightly, not softer exactly, but focused, like you were the only thing in the room that wasn’t irritating him.

He walked straight toward you, fast enough that people moved out of his way without thinking, the red of his hair falling slightly into his eyes as he shook his head like he was trying to physically shake off the situation, and when he passed you he didn’t stop, but he motioned for you to follow him with a sharp tilt of his head that left no room for question.

You followed immediately, heart still racing as you tried to speak.

“Gun—”

“I can’t right now, ma,” he cut in instantly, dragging both hands over his face as he walked, his voice rough and tight with restraint, like he was holding himself together by a thread.

“He’s a fucking loser for that shit,” you said anyway, stepping closer behind him as he pushed through the backstage entrance, “but don’t let it ruin your show.”

That made him stop only long enough to drop heavily onto the couch, his head falling back as he exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes shut like he was trying to block out everything that had just happened, the anger didn’t disappear, it just sat there under his skin, restless and burning.

You moved toward him carefully, sitting yourself in his lap without hesitation, one leg sliding over him as you settled in close enough to ground him, and when your arms wrapped around his shoulders you could feel how tense he still was beneath you, like his body hadn’t decided yet whether it wanted to calm down or keep fighting, and you pressed soft, steady kisses along his neck in an attempt to pull him back from the edge of it.

“You don’t have to continue the show,” you murmured against his skin.

He nodded once, but even that felt strained, like his mind was still somewhere else entirely, and one of his hands slid under your shirt, not in any rushed or heated way, but in a grounding, almost absent motion as his palm moved slowly up and down your back like he needed something real to hold onto before he did something reckless.

“You should still do a quick meet and greet though,” you added after a moment, quieter now, “it’s behind a barricade.”

A long, heavy groan left him at that, his head tipping slightly as if the idea alone was exhausting, and he shook his head once without even opening his eyes.

“Ion wanna.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him, at the way his chest still rose a little too sharply with leftover adrenaline, at the frustration still carved into the lines of his face, at the way he was trying so hard not to let the night completely ruin him, and after a beat, his eyes met yours.

There was a pause, thick and loaded.

Then he exhaled.

“Fine.”

The word came out low, reluctant, but final, and even as he said it, he was already shifting, already pulling himself back into motion, still angry, still tense, still not fully over what had just happened as he stood and looked down at you for a second longer than necessary.

The quick meet and greet had been set up behind a reinforced barricade, something meant to be “safe” and controlled, but even as the crowd started forming outside, screaming and pressing forward with phones already raised, it didn’t feel controlled at all.

You stayed close, watching him as he exhaled once through his nose, rolling his shoulders back slightly like he was physically forcing himself to reset, and when he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before stepping forward, it wasn’t soft in the usual way, it was like he needed something familiar before he went back into the noise.

Then he was out there.

And instantly, the crowd shifted.

Phones went up higher, voices rose louder, people screaming his name in overlapping waves that blurred together into something almost deafening, and Gunner, still visibly tense, forced himself into the role anyway, grabbing the first phone offered to him and snapping a picture without much emotion, his face set in a way that made it clear he was present but not entirely there.

You watched from a few steps back as he moved down the line, repeating the motions, signing things, nodding slightly when he had to, but never fully loosening, never fully slipping back into the easy charm he usually had, because tonight had already worn him too thin for anything to feel effortless anymore.

And then it happened again.

A hand reached too far past the barricade.

A girl leaned in, smiling too widely, like she thought she was entitled to more than she was getting, her hand had found his face, fingers brushing along his jaw like she had known him for years, like there was no line there at all, and then she slid her hand messily into his hair.

Everything stopped in you before you even moved.

It wasn’t even a thought.

You stepped forward so quickly it almost felt like your body moved before your mind could catch up, the sound of your own voice cutting through the noise sharper than you expected.

“What the actual fuck?”

Security reacted at the same time, hands moving to slow you down, but you were already pushing forward, eyes locked on the girl as Gunner’s entire expression shifted into something disgusted and immediate, his head jerking back slightly as he pulled away from her touch.

“Yo—what the fuck is your problem?” he snapped, stepping back fast and pushing the girls arm away from him, his jaw tightening as he wiped his cheek once with the back of his hand like he was trying to erase the contact, “don’t fucking touch me.”

The girl looked startled now, suddenly smaller under the weight of his reaction, but you didn’t care about that part, not when your chest was still tight with anger, not when you could still feel how casually she had crossed a line like it meant nothing.

“Go touch someone else’s man, bitch,” you said before you could stop yourself, voice sharp with irritation as you pointed vaguely in her direction while security finally stepped fully between you and her.

Gunner turned immediately at the sound of your voice, his hand coming out instinctively to your waist before you could move any further forward, pulling you back just slightly like he was redirecting you out of instinct more than anything else, his grip firm.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, still visibly annoyed, still shaking off what had just happened, “just—come on.”

You were still looking at her as he guided you backward, still breathing a little too fast from the spike of anger, and you didn’t even realize how tightly he had pulled you into his side until he started walking, his arm locked around your waist in a way that wasn’t gentle as much as it was protective, like he was already done with the entire interaction and wanted distance from everything immediately.

“You got no fucking right to touch people you don’t know,” you snapped over your shoulder one last time before fully turning away, your voice echoing slightly as the crowd noise swallowed it up.

Gunner didn’t say anything for a moment.

He just kept walking.

Faster now.

Like the entire night had finally hit its limit.

His jaw was still tight when you finally reached the backstage exit, his hand rubbing once over his face again like he was trying to physically push the frustration out of his system, and even though he wasn’t speaking, you could feel how much it was still sitting with him, how the anger hadn’t disappeared, just changed shape.

“I fucking hate that shit so much,” he muttered finally, voice rough and low, more to himself than to you, his shoulders rising and falling slightly as he exhaled hard through his nose, “like what the fuck is wrong with people.”

“I know,” you said quietly, reaching up to press your hand gently against his cheek as you both walked toward the bus, grounding him in a way that slowed him down just slightly, “I know, baby.”

He scoffed under his breath, shaking his head again.

“Pulling my fucking hair and touching my face like it’s cute,” he continued, voice sharper now, anger flaring again in small bursts, “like I’m not a person or some shit.”

“I shouldn’t have told you to do the meet and greet,” you added quickly, guilt slipping in under your voice as you reached the bus door, “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t answer that part.

Not directly.

He just pushed the door open and gestured slightly with his hand for you to go first, tapping your butt as you stepped inside, and the second the door closed behind you both, the noise from outside disappeared so completely it made the silence inside feel heavier than it should have.

The air in the bus was still and thick.

Carrying everything he hadn’t fully let go of yet.

Gunner stood there for a second, just looking at you, breathing a little heavier than usual, eyes still sharp with leftover frustration, before he finally spoke again, voice low and controlled but still carrying that edge that hadn’t gone anywhere all night.

“Take your shirt off.”

Your body stills for a second — a flicker of surprise lighting in you, but the tension shifts into something more familiar, something you’ve been craving.

Your hands grip the bottom of your shirt and tug it over your head, the fabric catching on your hair before you toss it aside. He watches you, his eyes dark and fixed, and the air between you thickens.

He steps forward until you feel his breath ghost across your face. His eyes lock onto yours, daring you to look away. You don’t. His hand reaches around behind you, fingers brushing your spine as he unclips your bra. The straps slide down your shoulders, and the lace falls to the floor.

His gaze drops to your chest, watching the way it rises and falls — quick and desperate patterns. He lets out a slow breath, then grabs your hips and spins you around. His palm is hot through the thin fabric of your pants as he walks you forward, his body pressed close behind you.

The tour bus hums beneath your feet. He nudges open the door to the private room at the back and once inside he closes the door behind him with a soft click, sealing you both in.

You lay back on the couch, the fabric cool against your bare skin. He stands there for a moment, his breathing rough and uncontrolled, his chest rising and falling. His eyes travel from your face down to your thighs, lingering where your panties still cling to your hips. Then he moves slowly until he’s standing tall above you, his figure covering the light.

His hands unbuckle his jeans. The sound of the zipper is loud in the quiet. He steps out of them, kicking them aside. You follow his lead, wiggling out of your pants, leaving you almost completely naked in front of him. He discards his shirt, and for a second you let yourself stare — the hard lines of his torso, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin, the way his boxers strain against his cock.

He kneels on the couch, his thighs bracketing yours, and reaches down to cup your face. His thumb traces your cheekbone, and his voice drops low.

“I respect the fuck outta you, ma, and I want you to remember that.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Why are you telling me that right now?”

The smallest smirk crosses his face. “Because you might forget that fact in a second.”

Before you can ask, he pulls himself over you, his weight settling against your body. His fingers slide under your panties, tracing through your folds. You whimper softly, your hips twitching into his touch. He doesn’t rush. He circles your clit slowly, watching your face as your lips part and your eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me,” he murmurs.

You force your eyes open. He holds your gaze as his fingers dip lower, gathering your wetness. Then, with a quick, sharp motion, he tears your panties off — the sound of ripping fabric sharp in the quiet.

He pushes his boxers down, and his cock springs free. He slaps it against your clit, once, twice, and you jolt, a moan catching in your throat.

“Please,” you whine, the word ragged.

He grabs you from under your thighs, lifting your hips slightly. You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance, teasing, not pushing. He holds there, letting you feel the pressure.

“Please what?” he asks, his voice rough.

“Please fuck me.”

He doesn’t make you wait. In one hard thrust, he buries himself deep inside your pussy. Your gasp turns into a loud moan as he gives you no time to adjust — his hips already slamming against yours, his rhythm brutal and unrelenting. Your eyes start tearing up immediately.

The stretch burns, the pleasure drowns it.

“Oh fuck!” Your eyes roll back, your fingers digging into the couch.

Gunner grunts, his breaths hot against your neck as he fucks into you. He sits up and picks your legs up, pressing your thighs together, and swings them both over his left shoulder.

The new angle drives him deeper, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision go white. He holds your legs tight enough to bruise, his grip firm and possessive, as he continues fucking you senseless.

Your vision blurs. Sobs leave your throat from the overwhelming pleasure, the way he fills you completely, the way his cock pulses inside you with every thrust.

“I can’t! It’s too much, baby,” you cry out, your head snapping forward before falling back against the couch.

“Take it, ma. You got it.”

His words push you closer. The knot in your stomach grows agonizing. Your breathing becomes ragged, your chest heaving as he fucks you, the soreness spreading through your thighs and hips, only adding to the sensation of his cock pumping deep inside you.

“It was so fucking hot watching you yell at that girl,” he groans, his eyes shutting momentarily as he loses himself in the feel of you.

You hum, your mind too blurred for words. You nod, your head lolling, absolutely dumb from the way he fucks into you.

“You the only girl I ever want touching me. Only girl I’d ever want like this.”

He leans down and kisses you — but first he pushes your legs down toward your chest, folding you nearly in half. You scream out, a high, broken sound, before his lips crash onto yours. His tongue slides into your mouth, tasting you. He places your legs down, and they immediately wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper.

His hips roll against yours — slower now, but harder. Each thrust grinds against your clit, and your mouth falls open, your throat dry from moaning. You can barely breathe.

“You gonna cum for me?” he asks, his voice strained.

You nod fast, desperate. “Yes, Gun. Please.”

He chuckles softly, his speed picking up again. Your eyes roll back. His hand finds your lower abdomen, and he presses down hard, adding pressure to the ache building inside you. You scream again, your throat raw, your voice cracking.

“You fucking love this cock, don’t you?”

You whimper, your words coming out in a broken whisper. “So much.”

The knot in your stomach tightens to the max. You feel your legs start to shake around his hips, your toes curling. “I—I’m gonna cum,” you gasp, and then the coil snaps.

Your body shakes violently. Your ears ring. You feel yourself release around him and you cry out, your fingers clawing at his back as waves of pleasure crash through you. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, his hips stuttering. He drives into you one last time, burying himself deep, and you feel his cock pulse as he comes inside you — hot ropes filling you.

He falls against you, his weight heavy and welcome. Sweat slickens both your bodies, your skin sticking together as you catch your breath. Your heart pounds against his chest, matching his.

“Holy shit, Gun,” you laugh softly, the sound breathless.

He chuckles into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing your damp skin. “I know.”

You cover your face with one hand, embarrassed by how thoroughly he wrecked you. He kisses your cheek softly, then your jaw, then your lips — gentle now, tender.

“You did so good for me, baby.”

Your fingers lace gently through his damp hair. You feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest, slowing, calming. A smile tugs at your lips.

“You should get mad more often.”

He rolls his eyes humorously, lifting his head to look at you. His gaze is soft, fond. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

kuru x fem!reader

contains: kissing, smut, oral (both receive), sex (p in v) teasing, mommy usage, fluff, mentions of aftercare, semi sub!kuru, semi sub!reader, slight dom for both reader and kuru

a/n: i stayed up making this i literally couldn’t sleep till i got the idea out of my head

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"Hey baby, can you unzip this for me?" you as your boyfriend.

Today had been a long day, it was your birthday. The second you woke up Keegan had your favorite coffee and flowers waiting for you.

The two of you spent the day shopping, he spoiled you more than he does on a normal day. He basically bought everything you touched.

He begins upzipping your dress as you asked, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. Once the dress is off, he turns you towards him, his soft hands gripping your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck and catch his lips, He kissed you like he meant it, nothing but passion for his pretty girl on her birthday. Your hand tangles in his sky-blue hair, his hand rubbing up and down your torso.

You remove his shirt and begin to unzip his jeans, his bulge already showing through his underwear. He pulls you in closer by the waist, pressing your body against him so you can feel just how hard you make him.

The two of you make your way to bed, he lays you underneath him and begins kissing all over your body, his wet lips give you chills.

He continues kissing down, making his way to your underwear and removing them, his fingertips brushing against your smooth skin.

Once your underwear is off he doesn't begin anything, he comes back up and begins sucking the sensitive spot on your neck. Soft moans leave your mouth, "Please baby." you whimper, nothing but need the need to feel him running through your brain. "What mommy" he says, he never used the term ever, he knew you liked it you just pretended not too. "Please fuck me - anything." you reply, so desperate for him.

He doesn't take any longer to tease, he finds your clit immediately, licking at it in circular motions, your body tenses at the already overwhelming amount of pleasure, moans escape your lips uncontrollably. He lowers his mouth to your entrance, licking all inside of you, kissing and sucking at everything you gave him.

His hands gripped tight at your waist, keeping you from flinching, he licked your pussy like it was the first time, like he'd never be able to do it again. The feeling of his tongue hitting your spot made you scream, your hand finds the top of his head, your fingers tangle in his hair. He uses one of his hands to find your clit, adding to the pressure, "Fuck Keegan!" you scream, he lifts his mouth only for a second, "Good girl, cum baby." he says breathless before reattaching his lips to your pussy.

It doesn't take long for you to finish, the release of the pressure flowing right into his mouth. He continues for just a minute longer, making sure he got everything you could give. He comes back up, his lips glossy with your juices, you use your thumb to gently swipe and remove the liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The two of you lay there for just a minute, long enough to bring your breath back to a semi normal pace. You move yourself onto his lap, His cock still hard from seeing you underneath him like that. You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, you make your way down to his ear and neck, ever so slightly nipping at him. Slight whimpers escape his mouth as you kiss your way down his torso and to his v-line.

You press a kiss onto his pink-flushed tip, already leaking precum. "Baby, it's your birthday, are you sure?" he asks. He wanted you to be pleased, he wasn't worried about his. You look up at him, pupils blown and nod your head.

You slide his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down at a slow pace to start. He's sensitive to the contact, his body flinching underneath you as moans leave his mouth. "Fuck baby." he says with an exhale, he thought he had already gone crazy enough until you look back up at him with his cock fully in your mouth. The second he makes eye contact with you his neck falls back, his hand reaching for your hair to move it out of his view. Whimpers escape his mouth uncontrollably, and just as he did for you, you'd do for him. Add to the pleasure.

You take your hand and bring it to his mouth, he can't focus enough to do anything, so you detach your mouth from his dick, you use your hand to grab his cheeks, aiming his head at your hand. He spits right on the palm of your hand, not losing eye contact while he does it.

You use the spit as extra lube, you attach your mouth again and use your hand to follow the movement. He lets out groans and whimpers, you watch as he can barely contain himself. You pick up the pace, just a little. You watch as he slowly loses more and more control. "Fuck, y/n" he says, his head knocks back as his warm fluid fills up in your mouth. He lets out one final exhale, you swallow everything he gave you.

you bring yourself back up to him, positing yourself onto his lap. "Good boy" you say, in a quiet - low tone. A smirk tugs at his lips as he nods his head.

You allow him to gather himself, you seemingly thought that would be the last of it. But it wasn't.

He flips you back under him, opening your legs in missionary position. He begins teasing his tip in and out of you, your back arching and moans coming out. “Please baby, no tease.” you whine. He listens, immediately going fully inside of you, groans leaving his mouth as he does. His cock practically hitting your cervix with each thrust. Your walls flutter against him, you’re basically seeing stars each time you close your eyes, his hands rub the hardened surface of your nipple, adding more and more stimulation to the moment.

“Together, okay baby?” he says, you hum in response. He begins picking up the pace, he brings himself to kiss your body. Finally the two of you release for the last time. His warm fluid filling up inside of you and your fluid leaking out. He continues for just a minute before laying beside you, holding you and stroking your hair.

nettspend x fem reader

contains: smut (p in v) insecurity,slight humiliation

a/n: final part..heh, ok all i’m posting not waiting til later i’m feeding yall tooo much. (che and xav mentioned)

pt1

it’s a sunday afternoon you were running errands you’ll probably go visit your boyfriend, Gunner after you’re done.

it’s been two days since you guys made the sextape together and ever since then it’s been impossible not to think about it. or Gunner. every chance you’ve gotten, you’ve texted, called, or gone to see him. you haven’t had sex with him since then. just the idea of his naked body makes you horny.

when you start to head out to a different place you see Chase and Xavier. you lock eyes with them right away, which makes Xavier smirk for some reason. they’re Gunners friends, you’ve gotten along with them pretty well.

Xavier smiles when he gets close to you and looks you up and down. “yo, y/n. how are you today?”

you look between him and Chase to see that they’re both grinning at you. they never smiled that hard around you, let alone at you. clearly something is up. “um… i’m good… how are you guys?”

Xavier nudges Chase with his elbow as they look at each other. “i don’t know, i’d have to say i’m doing pretty damn good. how ‘bout you, Chase?”

Chase nods. “pretty great actually.” then he licks his lips looking at you up and down.

Xavier grins at you for a long moment before they both leave.

you stand there, stunned and speechless.

okay, what the hell was that about?

Xavier and Chase are still there when you’re shopping. they’ve been staring at you the entire time. even when you’ve looked up and made direct eye contact with them, they don’t look away. a couple times, Xavier even leaned in and said something to Chase all while staring at you. it made you feel like an animal being preyed upon. they’ve never acted like this before. why are they acting so… strange?

you then emerge back out to an public area where Xavier and Chase see you.

Xavier must notice that you’re getting ready to leave because when you turn back, he’s right there on the other side. it startles you.

he chews on his thumbnail to hide an emerging smile. “so, uh.. i’m guessing you and Gunner are doing alright?”

annoyed, you mumble. “yeah.” and you continue to gather your things, your back to him.

after a minute, Xavier says “yeah, i bet you guys are.”

you whirl around, tired of feeling like the brunt of an inside joke you’re not apart of.

“what are you guys doing? what do you want?”

he looks back at you, clueless. “what?”

“why are you being a dickhead, Xavier?”

he holds his hands in defense. “i’m not being a dickhead. how am i being a di-“

“your attitude. your tone. and that stupid smile on your face.”

he pretends to be shocked, as if you’ve actually defended him by saying his smile was stupid. finally, he says “alright, alright. sorry.”

you go back to getting ready to go. you’re still annoyed, but you’re no longer boiling.

“i just, ugh saw an interesting video yesterday..”

you stop. something clicks. you look up across the room to see a blurry reflection of Xavier against the window. Xavier is smirking at you like he knows you finally know what he’s been getting at.

“what?”

Xavier chooses this time to finally leave you alone. he straightens up, backing away.

“alright. it was nice to see you, but i should go.”

he then makes his way back to Chase saying something to him, which makes them both look at you.

no, no, no. there’s no way. there’s no way. but, even as you grab you things and head to the front door while Chase shouts “hope to see you again soon!” you know there’s a chance. it could be possible, but you don’t want to believe it.

your hand shakes as you start the engine and head to Gunners.

“Gunner!” you shout when you push inside. “Gunner!”

footsteps sound at top of the staircase. when you look up there’s Gunner standing in a white beater and black shorts. if you weren’t wracked with nerves and anger and embarrassment, you’d weaken at the sight of him.

he even looks hot hurrying down the stairs towards you and grabs your hands. “what? what’s wrong ma?”

you yank your hands away. “did you tell Xavier and chase?”

“what?”

you let out a frustrated breath. “the sextape! Xavier and Chase! did you… did you show it to them?” you don’t even want to say it out loud. Gunners face and shoulders fall, and that tells you everything you need to know.

“GUNNER! what the fuck?” you push him, and he staggers back.

then he quickly reaches for you, grabbing your hands as you try to hide your face.

“hey,hey,hey. come here. look at me. i’m sorry ma. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. hey.” he gently turns your face so you’re looking at him.

“that is so embarrassing! why would you do that?”

truthfully, Gunner showed his and your sex tape to Xavier and Chase because he was so proud of it and knew they would be jealous as fuck of him, not only because they've never made a sex tape, but because you looked fucking amazing. your body, the way you moved, your voice, your whimpers and screams, Xavier and Chase couldn't even watch the whole thing.

yesterday, they came over to invite Gunner out to play some basketball, but they ended up staying at his place instead. they didn't tell Gunner they were coming over, they just showed up. Gunner was up in his room, home alone, sitting on the edge of his bed. he was in the exact same place as the night before when you gave him mind blowing head. the video was on his phone, only accessible with a passcode, so he pulled it up, kept the volume on low, and began watching it for the second time.

he was lucky he heard Xavier and Chase talking down the hall before he got too hard.

just as his door swung open, Gunner stopped the video so they wouldn't hear your moans.

"yo, Gun" Xavier said. "you doing anything today?"

Gunner glanced down at his phone's black screen. he was just gonna stay in and probably watch this video twenty more times, but.. "uh, no. why?"

Xavier sits in Gunners desk chair while Chase leans in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. “let's go play some basketball." he pretends to shoot a ball into a hoop.

Gunner really isn't in the mood for basketball, even though he's almost always down to play. right now, though, he can feel himself wanting to watch you in the video. "oh, I can't today."

Xavier and Chase glance at each other.

"what are you talking about? you just said-"

"yeah, i forgot i had something to do in, like, an hour."

his friends just stare at him. Xavier grins, his eyes falling onto Gunners phone. "were you jerking off?"

Gunner feels his face flush. he doesn't say anything.

Xavier and Chase bust up laughing. "holy shit, you were!" Xavier snatches a pillow and chucks it at Gunner. "alright, man, now you gotta tell us. what were you watching? anything good?"

Gunner knows lying anymore to Xavier and Chase won't work. "yeah, i got something really good."

they lean in. "really? let us see!"

Gunner smirks. suddenly, the idea of showing Xavier and Chase the video of him pounding the shit out of you seems... like a great idea. they'll finally, fully believe Gunner after having told them a hundred times that you are the best pussy he's ever had, and they'll want you, too. not that Gunner is willing to share. you're all his, but they'll be so jealous.

Gunner pulls out his phone and starts the video from the beginning. Chase rubs his hands together excitedly. "oh, shit!"

both boys lean over Gunner to watch as he undresses you, the light coming in from the windows making your skin glow. Gunner turns the volume up when they hear faint conversation in the video. "does she talk a lot?" Xavier asks.

"just watch, it's hot."

Gunner pushes into you and starts off slow.

with the volume up loud now, they can all clearly hear your soft whimpers every time Gunners tip hits your G-spot. then he moves behind you and starts pounding you until it makes you move away from him.

"oh, fuck" Xavier groans. he clutches at himself like he's going to collapse.

on Gunners other side, Chase is speechless, lost in the video. your loud cries could be heard by someone in the next room, just through this video. it was a good thing they were alone the other day while filming it.

"alright, alright, i can't watch anymore" Xavier says, pushing Gunners phone away.

Gunner turns his phone off, smiling and pleased. his friends cover their mouths, still in shock. after a moment, they both explode. "holy shit, man! that was hot.

“that was hot as fuck!" Xavier runs a hand through his hair, standing. "that was...yo..."

"good for you, man." Chase claps Gunner on the back.

"damn, and you hit it like that all the time?" *

Gunner nods. "bro, I'm telling you. the sex is hot."

"fuck."

Chase gently nudges Gunner. "man, if she wasn't yours..."

"oh, i'd go for it in a heartbeat," Xavier says.

a part of Gunner doesn't want to hear his friends talk about his girl like that, but at the same time, their appraise makes Gunner feel even more confident than he already felt after watching the first two times.

Gunner cups your face now. "hey. it's okay. i didn't send it to them. it's still just on my phone."

"so? You know how they were at the mall. they kept staring at me and talking to each other. it was so..."

"i'll talk to them. alright? I'll talk to them ma. but come here." then he turns you by your shoulders and pulls you into him for a long, tight hug. he kisses the top of your head and smoothes your hair down.

you sniffle. "how much did they watch?"

Gunner can't help but smirk. "they only got to when i was hitting you from behind." his hand slides around to grab at your ass as he pulls you into him.

"they didn't see the whole thing?"

"nope. it was too hot for them." he sounds proud.

somehow, this makes you smile a little. at least they were impressed by it. "what did they say?"

"what, are you thinking about doing it with them?"

you make a face. "no. never."

Gunner smiles. "good. but they said if you weren't my girl, they'd wanna get with you." he presses his forehead against yours, and you both smile at each other.

"well, that's not gonna happen."

"no. it's not." Gunner pulls your legs up around his waist by the back of your thighs.

then he carries you up the stairs to his bedroom where he kicks the door shut.

when he sits you down on the edge of the bed, you make out, slowly, neither of you wanting to break apart from each other, even for a moment.

Gunner pulls your shirt over your head. you took your bra off in the car since it had been digging into you all day. Gunner squeezes your breasts as you continue to make out. he pulls the tie out of your hair, and your hair spills all around your shoulders. you know this makes Gunner weak.

he breathes in sharply as you start taking his pants off. when you pull them down, his hard cock hits his stomach, and you know he's ready. you love how quickly Gunner gets turned on.

he gently pushes you back so you're lying on the bed. he climbs over you, each of his knees on either side of you. he stares at you while touching himself, like he's trying to figure out where to start with you.

you spread your legs open to give him an idea. this makes both of you weak.

Gunner rests a hand on your knee and positions himself at your entrance. he starts with just his tip. you want to beg him to push in all the way, but he spits into his hand and wets his cock before pushing in farther. he falls over you on his hands and knees and grunts with each thrust.

you run your hands down his muscular back until you feel his ass. it flexes every time he pushes into you, which turns you on more.

you let out a loud moan, which makes Gunner go faster, which makes the bed shake. your legs bend on either side of Gunner and the new angle helps him to hit you in the perfect spot.

"oh my God" you moan, arching your back.

"i give you the best dick, yeah?" he says, between ragged breaths.

you can barely speak, it feels so good. "mm-hm."

"you'd never leave me for Xavier or Chase?"

"never."

Gunner stops for a moment to kiss you deeply on the mouth, like he's showing you just how happy that makes him. but then he pulls away and starts pounding you again.

the stop and go makes you more sensitive.

Gunner pulls out then orders you to switch with him. he grabs your hips as you straddle him. he lies with his head on the pillows, his dick sticking right up. you actually love Gunners idea of switching positions. this way, you'll have all of the control. plus, you love to see the way you make Gunner suffer from underneath of you, begging you to let him release and groaning and cursing in pain when you don't let him.

Gunner helps guide you onto him, but then you take control. you hold your hair up as you begin grinding slowly on him. Gunner keeps his hands on your hips, urging you to go faster.

"come on, mami. ride me, ride me, ride me." he shuts his eyes, arching his hips up into you.

you smile at his desperation, but you do as he wishes and go faster so the bed shakes.

Gunners mouth opens as he clenches your thighs. "shiiit."

Gunner watches as your boobs quickly bounce up and down until, finally, he can't take it.

he pushes himself up so he's sitting and grabs both of your breasts with his hands.

meanwhile, you keep bouncing, the feel of his hands massaging your boobs turning you on more.

you slow your thrusts down but make sure to get him deep. Gunner kisses your upper body as you run your hands through his hair. it feels good for a while and it gives you a break from being on top, but eventually Gunner wants more. he pulls your legs out from under you so you're sitting back in his lap. his hands grab harshly at your hips and bounces you up and down on his dick.

"oh, fuck! Gunner."

Gunner finds your nipple with his mouth and starts sucking. you run your hands through the back of his head, down his neck. the feel of him around your nipple makes you throw your head back. you don't think you're going to last much longer.

"mmm, baby," you moan.

"get off" he says.

you stand. then Gunner stands, his cock sticking up. he guides you to stand in front of him then bends you forward over the bed.

you wait in anticipation until his tip starts into your pussy.

Gunner leans forward, filling you up with his cock, and grabs your hair to pull at it. he starts off slow, his other hand on your back, but then grabs you tightly and starts pounding you. the sound of your skin clapping is almost as loud as your cries.

"you like how I fuck you?" Gunner says, through gritted teeth. he's getting close, too.

"yeah" you manage to say, but it comes out like a breath.

he pushes you down farther so now your face is right against the mattress. then he starts stroking his dick inside of you, and each time he hits your G-spot, you let out a muffled moan. your small moans turn into loud cries as Gunner starts pounding you once again.

Gunner reaches forward and starts rubbing at your clit, which makes you push back against him in stunning pleasure. your legs shake. "oh, God, Gun. i'm gonna cum."

Gunner just keeps going, hitting you so hard from behind, he makes you bounce against bed. you let out a long cry as you unravel, your muscles clenching around Gunner and your liquid pouring around him. this makes Gunner weak. his thrusts become sloppy, and he leans over you, grabbing at your breasts, as his warm liquid fills you up.

he grunts quietly in your ear as he finishes then stays there for a minute to catch his breath. when he pulls out, you lie on the bed, splayed out, while Gunner watches you.

"fuck, that was so hot," you say.

Gunner smiles.

"we should make another video."

his eyebrows raise in surprise. "oh, yeah?"

"but no showing it to Chase and Xavier. got it?"

Gunner tilts his head at you with a smile, and you’re all mushy again. he leans down to kiss you a few times. "go take a shower, or else you're gonna make me wanna go for round two."

you giggle, getting up off the bed. the idea of round two doesn't sound too bad.

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