#nettspend fic

Nettspend x reader

Summary: Your private tape with Nettspend leaks, shocking the internet with the wild contrast to your shy persona.

A/N: This oneshot might be detailed. NOT PROOFREAD

Word count: 2600

TW: MDNI, leaked tape, recording, spanking, praise, degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, food play, submissive!reader, use of daddy, choking (tell me if i forgot some)

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@RapsAndRumors

#Nettspend’s team is reportedly scrambling after a private video of the rapper and his rumored girlfriend was leaked online early this morning. 🚨

While the 19 years old artist has kept his new relationship relatively low-key, fans immediately recognized the girl from a few rare public sightings and his inner circle's spam accounts. The video, which appears to be screen-recorded from a private archive, has already racked up millions of views across Twitter and Telegram despite copyright strikes taking down major links.

Sources say his management is threatening legal action against anyone reposting the media. Neither Nettspend nor his girlfriend have spoken out yet, and both have currently deactivated their Instagram comments. Thoughts? 👇

Comments

↳ NAHHH I JUST SAW IT LMAOOO HE IS WINNING THO SHE IS BAD ASFF 🔥😭 

↳ Wait isn't she the super shy girl that was hiding from the paparazzi at the airport last month?? Oh I know she is losing her mind rn i feel so bad omg 😢 

↳ leaks hitting the vault and the bedroom now?? underground scene is cooked 

↳ drop the link bro who got it 

↳ wait is that a nipple piercing??? i didn't expect that from her at all omg she's full of surprises hidden under those oversized hoodies 😭🔥 

↳ if you’re dating a famous rapper this is what comes with it shrug 🤷‍♂️ 

↳ she really held the camera herself while he was hitting it from the back 💀 that part had my jaw 

↳ I feel so bad for her :( she always looks so shy and anxious whenever the paparazzi catch them together. Imagine waking up and finding out millions of strangers are looking at you like that. 

↳ bro when he poured the honey on her i actually gasped 💀 

↳ Istg if Nett finds out who leaked this it’s over for them. But fr who has the link?? DM me 👀 

↳ she is literally body goals wtf... no wonder he never lets her post on social media he wanted her all to himself 

↳ that headboard was fighting for its life 💀 nett was not playing around he really handled that 

↳ it’s the contrast for me... she looks so innocent and quiet in public but in the video she was completely different 

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Gunner caresses your cheek with his thumb, keeping his other hand steady as he points the phone down at you. The white glare of the recording light reflects in your eyes.

"You look beautiful right now," he says, his voice low and quiet for the camera. "So pretty and so quiet for me."

You look up at him from your spot on the floor, your fingers resting on his knees. You bite your lip, your chest rising and falling as you wait.

"I'm going to make you forget about everything else," he murmurs, tilting the camera slightly to capture the way you look up at him. "I'm going to take your clothes off, put you on the bed, and touch you until you're shaking. And I'm recording all of it so you can see exactly how good you look when you're mine."

He lowers his hand to touch your chin, tilting your head back a little more. He keeps the lens focused right on your face, capturing every shift in your expression.

"Open your mouth for me, baby," he commands quietly.

You open your mouth slightly, your breath hitching as the phone flash catches the movement. Gunner runs his thumb over your bottom lip, keeping the camera perfectly still in his other hand.

"Good girl," he praises, a small, dark smile touching his lips. "So obedient for me tonight."

He pulls his hand back from your face, moving the camera down to track the front of your clothes.

"Take your shirt off," he commands, his voice dropping an octave. "Show me what you're hiding."

You reach down and pull the hem of your shirt up over your head, tossing it onto the floor. You sit there in just your bra, your face flushing under the bright light of the phone lens. Gunner leans in closer, the camera zooming in slightly on your chest.

"You're so perfect, Y/N," he murmurs, his eyes scanning your body through the screen. "Now reach back. Take off the bra."

Your hands shake a little as you reach behind your back, unhooking the clasp. You slide the straps down your shoulders and pull the fabric away, exposing your bare chest to the camera. The bright flash instantly catches the glint of the metal barbell piercing your nipple.

Gunner lets out a low, ragged breath behind the phone. He lowers his free hand to gently trace the skin just above the piercing, making your goosebumps rise.

"Fuck, look at that," he whispers, tilting the phone so the lens captures the exact contrast of his big hand against your pale skin, centering the piercing right in the frame. "You are so fucking hot.”

"Look up at the camera, Y/N," Gunner commands, his fingers lingering on your skin.

You lift your gaze to the lens, the bright light blinding you for a second.

"Tell me whose body this is," he mutters, keeping the phone steady as he records your face. "Say it out loud so the camera hears it."

You swallow hard, your face burning as you look into the light. "It's yours, Gunner," you whisper. "Everything is yours."

"Say it cleaner," he presses, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to fuck me," you breathe out, your voice trembling. "Please."

"Good girl," he murmurs, his dark eyes flashing with satisfaction behind the screen.

He pulls his hand back and stands up, backing away a few steps while keeping the camera focused entirely on you. He frames your whole body in the shot as you sit on the floor.

"Get up," he orders quietly. "Go to the bed."

You stand up on weak legs, walking over to the mattress. The mattress sinks slightly under your weight as you climb onto it.

"Turn around and bend over for me," Gunner commands, stepping closer to the edge of the bed. He holds the phone up high, angling the camera down to capture you from behind. "Put your hands flat on the sheets and arch your back."

He holds the phone steady as he angles the camera down at your lower back. His eyes track the line of your spine down to your underwear, where the thin fabric is already darkened and soaked through from how wet you are.

"Look at that," he mutters, zooming the camera in on the damp patch. "You're dripping just from talking to me."

Without warning, he brings his free hand down, slapping your bare thigh and the side of your hip. The sharp sound echoes in the quiet room, leaving a sudden flush of red on your skin. You let out a small gasp, your hips instinctively twitching up against the sheets.

"Stay still," he commands, keeping the camera locked on the view.

He reaches onto the nightstand, grabbing a couple of the small honey packs he keeps there. With one hand, he tears a packet open with his teeth, never letting the phone drop. He tilts the packet, pouring the thick, gold honey down the center of your lower back, letting it slow-drip down over your skin, right into the crease of your ass and over your panties.

The contrast of the cool honey against your hot skin makes you shudder. Gunner leans down, bringing the camera right next to his face so the lens captures everything from his point of view.

He presses his tongue to your skin, licking the honey off in long, heavy upward strokes. He cleans it off your lower back first, his breath hot against your skin, before his hand moves to pull your panties down past your thighs, exposing you completely to the lens.

"So wet," he growls quietly into the microphone of the phone.

He pours the rest of the honey directly over your clit and into your folds. You whine, your fingers digging into the pillows as he buries his face between your legs. He licks the honey off you with a hard, flat tongue, sucking at your sweet spot and cleaning every drop off your skin until your hips are shaking uncontrollably in front of the lens.

Gunner finally pulls his face away from your wet skin, letting out a heavy breath. He steps back from the bed, keeping the camera perfectly steady and angled down at you as you lay there trembling, completely exposed.

With his free hand, he unbuttons his pants and shoves his sweatpants down his thighs, kicking them away. He grips his length, starting to stroke himself with a fast, heavy rhythm right in front of the lens. The camera catches the exact view of his hand moving over his hard length, positioned right above your arched lower back.

"Look at how hard you got me, Y/N," he growls, his voice thick and rough as he stares down at you through the screen. "You're such a dirty little slut for me. You love having a camera in your face while I treat you like a piece of meat, don't you?"

"Yes," you gasp out, your face buried in the pillow, completely losing your shyness to the heat in the room. "I want it so bad. I'm your dirty girl, Gunner."

"Say it louder," he commands, his pace quickening as he strokes himself right at the entrance of your thighs. "Tell me who runs you."

"You do, Daddy," you whine, your hips involuntarily twitching back, looking for his touch. "Please, Daddy, fuck me. Put it inside me."

"Good girl," he mutters, his jaw clenched as he leans over you.

He positions the phone perfectly, holding it high so the camera captures a clear, unobstructed top-down view of his length pressing against your wet folds. He lines himself up, and with one heavy, deliberate push, he drives himself all the way inside you.

A loud, unrefined scream tears from your throat, your back arching violently as your tight walls clamp down around him. Gunner lets out a deep, ragged groan, staying completely still for a second to let you take all of him. He tilts the phone down, zooming in on the exact point where your bodies connect, capturing the wet friction on video.

He takes two deep, heavy strokes, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the quiet room, before he leans down low over your back.

He presses the phone into your hand, forcing your fingers around the grip.

"Hold it," he pants against your ear, his breath scorching your skin as his hands grip your waist with bruising force. "Hold the camera, Y/N. Point it down at your own face. I want you to watch yourself get ruined."

You tighten your grip on the phone, your knuckles turning white as you point the lens back toward your own face. The bright recording light illuminates your flushed skin, your eyes wide and completely glazed over with pleasure.

Gunner doesn't give you a second to adjust. He grips your hips with both hands, anchoring you firmly against the mattress, and begins to fuck you with a brutal, relentless speed.

Every heavy thrust drives him impossibly deep inside you. The sheer force of his movements shakes your entire body, making the camera tremble in your hand as you try to keep it steady. The loud, wet sound of your skin smacking together fills the room, captured perfectly by the phone’s microphone.

"F-Fuck, Gunner," you sob out, your head tossing back into the pillow. You look up into the lens, watching your own mouth hang open as a string of breathless, helpless whines tears from your throat.

"Look at the camera, Y/N," he growls from above you, his voice thick and completely animalistic. He doesn't slow down for a single second, his pace turning harder and faster until the headboard is banging violently against the wall. "Watch how wide you're stretched for me. Tell the camera how hard your daddy is breaking you right now."

"You're fucking me so hard," you gasp into the screen, your toes curling as his thumb presses directly against your swollen clit with every downward stroke. The dual stimulation sends a violent jolt of electricity straight down your spine. "Daddy, please-, I'm going to come."

"Take it," he commands, his fingers digging into your waist so hard they leave dark marks as he drives himself home over and over again, completely relentless. "Take all of it on camera."

Gunner’s pace turns completely frantic, his chest heaving against your back as he drives into you with everything he has left. The friction between you is blinding, and you can feel his body tightening, the muscles in his arms locking up as he reaches his limit.

"Hold the phone steady, Y/N," he chokes out, his voice raw and breathless against your neck. "Don't drop it. Watch this."

You force your shaking fingers to grip the phone, keeping the lens focused right on your face and the wet sound of your bodies slamming together. That final, deep thrust pushes you completely over the edge. A loud, broken scream tears from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, your tight walls seizing violently around him.

The intense clamping of your body is the breaking point for Gunner. He lets out a loud, ragged groan, burying his face in your hair as his body shudders. He drives himself deep one last time and holds himself there, spilling entirely inside you. The phone captures the exact moment your eyes flutter shut and your head falls back into the pillow, completely spent.

Gunner takes a few ragged breaths, his forehead resting against the back of your neck as the aftershocks of his release subside. Slowly, he pulls his length out of you with a heavy, wet slide. You let out a soft whine at the sudden emptiness, your thighs trembling as your knees sink deeper into the mattress.

Before you can completely collapse against the sheets, Gunner reaches down and takes the phone right out of your weak, shaking fingers.

He stays up on his knees, shifting his position at the edge of the bed. Keeping the camera completely steady and the white recording light shining brightly, he angles the lens down between your legs. He reaches out with his free hand, using his fingers to gently spread your cheeks, exposing your swollen, thoroughly wrecked core directly to the camera.

The bright flash catches every detail. Your cream, mixed with his thick release, is slowly overflowing and dripping heavily down your skin, wetting the dark sheets beneath you.

"Look at that," Gunner mutters into the microphone, his voice incredibly deep, rough, and thick with satisfaction. He zooms the camera in closer, capturing the slow, messy drip. "Look how soaked you are for me, Y/N. Total mess. I completely filled you up, and your pretty little pussy can’t even hold it all."

You hide your face in the pillow, a breathless, embarrassed whimper escaping your lips as you hear his words, your skin flushing red under the heat of his gaze and the camera light.

Gunner lets out a low, dark chuckle behind the phone, admiring the view on the screen for a few more seconds. He tilts the camera up one last time to capture your flushed face and messy hair in the frame before his thumb presses down on the screen, finally hitting the stop button to end the recording.

{Masterlist}

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

my masterlist - my taglist

⌕ bun is thinking of . . . braiding gunners hair ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

cw .ᐟ weed, foul language, established relationship

wc .ᐟ 1k

a sharp hiss cut through the room, followed by the sharp snap of the rubber band in your hand. “sssshit, ma, you gotta pull that hard?” gunner whined from where he sat cross-legged between your thighs on the floor of your shared apartment’s living room. some south park rerun flickered across the tv behind him, casting blue light over the side of his face while the dialogue droned on as white noise.

you rolled your eyes at his bratty attitude, fingers already going back to parting through his thin ass hair. you’d told him like five times already to quit moving around, but he kept twitching every few seconds like he had ants crawling up his jeans. with how much he kept jerking his head away every time you tried to section his hair, he was lucky the rubber band snapping his scalp was the worst thing happening to him.

“then sit still,” you muttered, giving the section in your hand another tug just to hear him complain under his breath again. sure enough he huffed but didn’t move from where he’d been resting his temple against the warm skin of your inner thigh, tongue peeking past rosy lips as he carefully packed the pink sparkly bowl, the words ‘sativa slut’ printed on the side in gold font (yours, obviously) with the result of his repeated efforts of grinding his own bud.

he finally got the lighter to catch after a few stubborn tries, brows drawn together in that soft, concentrated way you always pretended not to find endearing. the bowl cracked to life under the flame, pink rhinestones blinking stupidly pretty in the low bedroom light like they knew they were being watched. like they knew they were yours.

he took a slow pull, shoulders dropping the second it hit, all that tension melting out of him in real time while your fingers kept working through his hair. section by section, careful, patient, like you had nowhere else to be. your nails skimmed his scalp every so often just to feel the way he reacted, quiet hums, little shifts closer into your touch.

“don’t make it uneven,” he muttered around the exhale, voice roughened into something soft and lazy. he tipped his head back against your stomach anyway, like he trusted you more than his own complaint. the braid already hung over his shoulder, a little messy from how often he kept moving for “one more hit,” like you weren’t literally mid-assembly.

“i told your ass to stay still, green,” you murmured, teeth catching on a micro band as you pulled it from your lips, fingers nudging his head back into place with gentle insistence. he rolled his eyes at the use of his middlename like it didn’t make something warm flicker behind them, but he still went still for you, sighing dramatically as you smoothed another section down.

“yes, ma’am,” he said quietly, too sweet to be serious. then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he tilted the pink princess bowl toward you without even looking at your face. “here, babe.”

you paused mid-braid. he didn’t move this time. just waited, patient in that absentminded way of his, thumb still resting against the lighter like he forgot he was holding anything at all. his bracelets clicked softly when he adjusted his grip, rhinestones catching on the shift of light as you finally reached for it.

when your fingers brushed his, he didn’t let go right away. just lingered there a second too long, like he liked the contact more than he was willing to admit, before letting his hand fall back into his lap with a lazy exhale.

you settled back into the pillows, braid half-finished over his shoulder, the bowl warm in your hand from him. it still carried that faint mix of burnt flower and your lip balm on the rim, the same lip balm he’d swiped from your purse thinking you hadn’t noticed. behind you, he leaned back again, compliant this time, letting you have your space. his fingers traced slow, idle patterns against your thigh while he watched you bring it to your lips like it was something holy.

he always looked at you like that. like you were the only thing happening in the room, the only thing worthy and deserving of his undivided attention at all times. you flicked the lighter, shielding the flame with your hand, and inhaled. the ember bloomed orange in the glass reflection, and his gaze followed it, slow, heavy-lidded, softened in a way that made your chest tighten a little without warning.

he didn’t look away when you exhaled either. just tracked the smoke as it curled from your mouth in thin, drifting lines, like it belonged to him as much as it did to you.

“pretty,” he murmured, barely audible.

you scoffed softly through the haze, but he was already sitting up a little, chin resting against your thigh now like gravity had decided that was his place. “c’mere,” he added, quieter this time, hand finding your wrist with an easy familiarity that made it impossible to argue.

you leaned in. this time, when you took the hit, you didn’t just hold it in. you tilted forward, close enough that he could feel your breath before you let it go, slow, deliberate, right into his mouth. he inhaled instinctively, eyes fluttering shut like it hit him somewhere deeper than it should’ve. his hand slid from your wrist to your neck like it already knew the path, thumb resting there for a second before he gently pulled you in.

the kiss came easy.

lazy, unhurried, like neither of you had anywhere else to be. the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his lips against yours, and the faint taste of mint. smoke lingered between you in soft, fading warmth, caught in the space where your mouths met again, slower this time, like he was trying to memorize the shape of it.

somewhere in the mess of it, the lighter slipped from your hand into the comforter and neither of you noticed. when you finally broke apart, he stayed close, forehead resting against yours, smiling like he’d won the lottery.

“you still never finished my hair.” he murmured against your lips. you rolled your eyes, shoving his face away playfully, “shut up.”

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an: something a little different 0-0 i’ve never smoked weed b4 or packed a bowl so if this is like ass pls don’t say anything LMAOOOO anyways i’ve been brainrotting over nettpigtails so i wrote this at 8am, i think im gonna make a perm taglist moving forward…so everyone tagged on here issss going to be apart of that (you have no choice) and i’ll do my best to add people per request!!!

nettspend x fem celebrity nail tech

summary: nettspend sees a girl who seemingly knows all his friends. he thought she was pretty, asked about her, and found out she did nails for half the underground scene and more celebs. one appointment turns into a lot more.

smau + text fic

osamason

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osamason love this girl fr happy 19th @y/nusername

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mollysantana

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mollysantana my fav nail techs bday 🎂🎂

user: aw y/n is so cute

user: she is two apples tall

user: what do i need to do to get my nails done by her

↳ user: i’m pretty sure she doesn’t just do celebs nails but she is always booked </3

↳ user: fuck dudeeeeeee

user: you both are so tea wth

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xaviersobased it’s y/ns day today

y/nusername: omg u did me so dirtyy

↳ xaviersobased: mb mb

user: she’s lwk chopped

↳ user: one bad angle btw

↳ user: sub 5 talking

user: mama y papa

↳ user: WTFF? y/n is literally hannahs nail tech and they are friends??

user: who is this girl everyone keeps posting

↳ user: the queen

↳ user: deadass who is she?

↳ user: she is a celebrity nail tech but she just has connections and is friends with a lot of ppl who are ug rappers

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GUNNERS POV

Y/N POV

GUNNER POV

taglist: @ibelieveinfairyz

★彡 nsfw, 18+, fem!reader

nettspend x reader

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You sit on the back couch of the studio wrapped in gunner’s leopard print blanket, waiting for him to finish up. The studio is filled with tons of people walking, sitting, smoking, whatever. You’re just ready to go home and spend time with gunner.

bf!nettspend x gf!reader

autors note: finally new fic w nett, I wanted to make it more angst and toxic, but here it is, not toxic fic at all

wc: 1.2k

warnings: quarrel, a little rough Gunner, the topic of drugs and alcohol, drunk sex, oral sex, reconciliation sex

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You and Gunner have been in a relationship for a long time. He was madly in love with you, constantly gave you gifts, was romantic, and so on. At first, you liked everything, but then your eyes started to open to other aspects.

Of course he was addicted to drugs, what else can you expect from rappers. It was like a vicious circle, first you and his friends, all of them, including nett, were high. Then there's a concert or something like that, and he gets sick by the end. Well, in the end, you're the only one helping him deal with the consequences.

And now, after all this time, you're still here. You stand backstage and wait for him to finish the concert. You were alone with three guards and a couple of his friends who weren't eager to talk to you. Most of them are unknown, but they want to become famous by being next to nett.

Finally, Gunner finishes and goes backstage. He grabs you by the shoulder, his actions seem aggressive and strange to you. You also can't see his face, because there's a lot of smoke, people, and other factors behind the stage.

And so you went into the dressing room. There were already a bunch of people you didn't know, all of them were either drunk or stoned. Nett sat you down on the couch next to some guys, and he went deeper into the room. You were sitting and nervous, this atmosphere was weighing on you, and you were afraid that your boyfriend would use drugs again. Plus, these dudes scared you as fuck, so you were trying not to look or interact with them.

When Gunner finally came back to you, you noticed his gait. You thought about alcohol, or at least weed, because otherwise he would have broken his promise to you. When he approached the couch, two guys immediately made room for him and he sat down.

You started the dialogue first, "Did you use something?" He shook his head, "Of course not, just a little weed and vodka, nothing hard ma." He reached out his hands to your cheeks and kissed your lips. You immediately turned away saying "eww", feeling the nasty taste of alcohol on his lips and the smell of cigarettes. In response, nett laughed.

But you weren't laughing, the concert had exhausted you, and you knew that Gunner shouldn't get drunk today, because there would be more performances tomorrow. That's why you told him, "Let's go to the room, I'm terribly tired." . In response, you got a questioning look, "What? We just started having fun..." You shook your head, "No, these people are going to ruin you, you're going to have a terrible hangover tomorrow." He turned away from you and started getting up, "Go alone, stop ruining my fun, you already forbade me to take drugs, and you also forbid me to hang out."

Before you could respond, nett asked the guard to take you to the car, after which he disappeared into the crowd. Walking to the car, you thought about what might happen to him, yes, he was not a little boy, but you were worried about him anyway. The trip didn't take long, and after getting out of the taxi, you quickly went up to your shared room. It was already late, so you immediately washed up and changed into your pajamas, after which you went to bed.

Unfortunately, you couldn't sleep, your thoughts were spinning too fast and you didn't notice that the phone with Gunner's chat was in your hands. You were typing really fast.

Hey, I'm really worried bout u, when will u arrive at the room?

The message was sent, but you fell asleep without waiting for a response. You were woken up by a loud sound in the hallway, you got up carefully and quietly went there. To your surprise, it was Gunner. He was sitting on the floor, trying to take off his other shoe. When you saw this, you knelt down next to him to help him take off his shoe.

"Oh, did I wake you up?...I'm sorry ma." He was very tired, but not so drunk that he couldn't think straight. Quickly taking off his remaining shoe, you stood up and he did the same, after which he hugged you as if he didn't want to let go. "I'm sorry for being rude to you, I should have gone with you..." he whispered in your ear. "It's okay, are you going to wash up?" You answered him, and he shook his head. "Then let's go to bed," you said, taking his hand and leading him into the room.

After going into the room, you lay back down while nett took off his clothes and accessories, ending up only in boxers. He lay down next to you, putting his hand on your waist. "You're so warm..." He ran his nose over your neck, "And you smell great..." He started covering your neck with kisses. "Gunner, I thought you wanted to sleep," you said mockingly, to which he snorted at your neck.

"Stop it, let's go to sleep," you turned around so that he would stop slobbering on your neck for at least a second. In response, he moved lower under the covers, so that his kisses now covered your thighs. "What are you doing?" You whimpered a little at the end, he started kissing the inside of your thigh. "I want to apologize to you," he looked at you with his crystal blue eyes from under the covers, while his fingers pulled down your pajama shorts along with your panties.

Unable to resist him, you succumbed to pleasure, and buried your hand in his hair, accidentally averting your gaze from embarrassment. "Look at me or I won't do anything," he commanded, and you obeyed. His warm breath was hitting your pussy, which made you whimper. After a couple of seconds, his mouth finally came into contact with your warmth, and his fingers began kneading your ass and thighs.

Gunner started moving his tongue at your entrance, and his nose reached your clitor a little. But he decided to start stimulating it with one hand, pressing you against his mouth with the other. You writhed with pleasure like a snake, while he continued to work his tongue. And then he started entering your hole with his tongue, licking you dry there, and the clitoral stimulation added even more pleasure to you, which is why the orgasm came to you very quickly, and nett noticed it. "Come on, cum in my mouth ma, I've been waiting for this all fucking day" he said a little indistinctly, because his mouth was busy.

Finally, your back arched and you came in his mouth. Nett crawled out from under the covers licking his lips and fingers, after which he kissed you hard, leaving your own taste on your lips. "Now for sure, good night," he said, putting his arm around your waist. "Good night."

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nettspend x fem reader

contains: smut (p in v) (m receiving) prob more y’all get the point

a/n: making pt2 as we speak

pt2

you and Gunner are making out at his place again, you and Gunner have the place alone while his friends are at the studio.

it’s fun sneaking around with Gunner, making out with him and letting him finger you. it used to be in more private places, like his room in the dark or his car at night.

since then, you’ve been more comfortable hooking up in other places in his house, or even at parties when you both swore no one was looking. sex, up until recently has been strictly in his room.

whenever you see his bed and his messy bed sheets, your muscles clench in excited anticipation. it’s become a place of remedy.

you and Gunner kiss each other achingly slow with open mouths, and his fingers tangled in your hair. you start to lift yourself into him, and he leans back, his tongue hungry for yours, but then he pulls away.

“let’s go up to my room.”

it doesn’t make sense that you can’t just have sex here. every time you’re with Gunner, you take things into newer, more and more slightly dangerous territory. but he insists.

he takes you by the hand and pulls you around the couch with him, up the stairs.

your body is still snapping with electricity.

things were just getting heated.

Gunner pulls you into his room and clicks the door shut. this time, you guide him to the bed and pull his leg out with your foot so he collapses on the bed. both of you smile.

Gunner reaches around and gently tugs at the thin strings of your dress so it falls delicately from your torso. he kisses your stomach and gazes up at you. “that was a little too easy” he says.

“i wore it here just for you.”

he lets it slide and pulls the dress up over your body so you’re in only in your underwear. he always looks at you like he is starving, and you’re his favorite meal. and it never gets old.

you pull his shirt off, and he runs his hands up and down your ass.

“i wanna do something.” he says

“what?”

he hesitates, avoiding eye contact “i wanna record us.”

“what?”

he stands and gently places you to the side by your hips so he can go to his desk. his jeans are so low, his hip bones protrude out in the sluttiest possible way. he picks up a camera and turns to you.

“i wanna record us.”

you lost your breath. “having sex?”

he nods

“have you done that before? with other girls.”

he shakes his head

“why me?”

his eyes fall. “because the way you fuck is so hot.”

“so… you wanna save it for later?” your chest tangles. “are you gonna, like watch it when i’m not around?”

his cheeks turn rosy. “so is that a yes..?”

you smile.“okay”

Gunner sets the camera up on his desk so it gets a full side view shot of his bed. he checks to make sure it’s a good angle, and then he meets you in the frame with his hands on your mostly naked body. your kisses are sloppy and full of smiles. you’re giddy as you undo his jeans and pull his bottoms down because it’s all going to be on camera.

and now he’s naked with his dick in the frame. he turns you face forward to the camera and meticulously pulls your panties down until it slips the rest of the way down your legs into a pile on the floor. he moves his hand over your belly, just over your clit.

he guides you onto the bed and crawls over you, careful not to be too eager because he’s being recorded. you lie back, and he melts down into you with sweet kisses. he slides his hands up your arms above your head and entwines his fingers with yours, and then he starts rolling his hips against yours.

you moan softly. it’s muffled into his neck with his scent stuck up your nose. he reaches between your legs and tells you to spread them. your breaths become short as he claws at the flesh of your inner thigh and guides himself inside of you. you haven’t quite fully gotten used to his thickness, and it still makes you seethe when he starts to push. and even though his fingers are digging into your thighs, it counteracts the bigger pain, and you kind of like it.

you try to stifle your whimpers, but they slip out like hiccups.

“you okay?” he whispers.

“yeah.” you reach up and press your hands against the headboard.

Gunner readjusts himself while keeping inside you, so he can get in deeper. his breath is shaky, his hands are shaky. he’s just as nervous as you are.

to make him feel better, you wrap your legs around his waist.

“this okay?”

“yeah, i like that.”

he starts with short, gentle strokes, panting in your ear, as though he wants the sound to turn you on. you stretch underneath him, your nipples hardening with another jolt of electricity. he goes faster so the bed squeaks, and his breath heavies.

you forget for a moment that you’re being recorded, and then Gunner tells you to turn on your side. his hand slides over your stomach as he slips behind you. he throws his leg over both of yours and guides himself back in slowly.

the red light on the camera flashes, a beating reminder that every move you make now you’ll see later.

Gunner must sense your nerves because he pulls your hair back from your face, kissing your cheek, and whispers “it’s okay, it’s just for us.”

you gasp and clutch onto his thigh. he holds your hip and rocks faster. you tighten your grip around his hand and whimper like you’re drunk every time he hits your spot.

you’re enjoying the steady rhythm he’s keeping when he locks his leg around yours and forcefully rolls his hips up into you with grunts. he’s trying not to cum. his breath shakes through your hair the camera won’t catch that, it’s only for you.

“can it get our voices?” you whisper.

Gunner nods with his chin in the crock of your neck. he kisses just below your ear and lets out a “mmm” that buzzes over your veins.

you claw your fingers over the back of his head, and then he flips you onto your stomach and in a flash, he’s rolling deep inside you. his bones crack. your whimpers are muffled into the pillow, and Gunners hands around your waist feels like a heavy machine crushing you harder and harder, but then he goes faster, so the headboard rattles against the wall, and the bed frame making a noise.

Gunner slows every minute or so to breathe. his fingers unlock from your waist, surely leaving red prints or maybe even bruises behind.

you loosen from a tight muscled position, but only for a moment before Gunner is grabbing your hips again, ready to keep going. he pulls your ass up and spreads your legs, all that while still inside you, and it's hard not to whimper when he shifts inside and grazes a landmine.

your nerves tingle, waiting for him to pick up the pace. you moan to get him going, feed him a hint, but he takes his time, grabs a handful of your ass and shakes it, then moves his hand up your bare back. you gasp when he grabs a chunk of your hair, and with his other hand, feels up and down the side of your body.

you lean your ass back into him and whine like a cat. Gunner bumps his hips against you, and you cry. he's teasing you. fuck him.

there's a grin in his voice. "you're comfortable now, yeah?"

fuck. him.

you pull away from him and turn over.

“what the fuck?”

you glare at him then swing your legs over and walk to his desk.

“what are you doing?”

you climb back onto the bed and sit down before him. “i am comfortable.”

Gunner smiles. he takes the camera and holds it over you while you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. he chuckles.

“aw man.”

that little red light flashes as you dip your head, wrapping your mouth around him, and move up and down, swirling, sucking coming up for air only a few times. Gunner films himself jerking his cock before offering it back into your mouth.

you’re not fully ready yet, but you dive right back in. Gunner lets out long breathy groans and keeps his hand on the back of head. “oh shit ma. this is so hot.” he laughs like he’s drunk.

only a moment later, he curses again, panicked. “wait, wait, i’m gonna cum.” he says.

you pull back with a loud, wet pop and Gunner shudders trying to hold back his load.

you smile up at him, biting your bottom lip into the camera. you ask him in a soft voice, “you okay baby?” you run your hand flat over his upper thigh, right beside his throbbing dick, and up over the hard ridges of his abdomen.

“yeah.” he says but it comes out in a short, hard breath.

you barley touch him and his dick jumps.

he forces your hand out the way. “no, don’t.”

you take the camera back and turn it up to him. he gives a lazy, fake smile at the lens then collapses on all four and kisses you.

you turn the camera so it's hopefully recording your faces. Gunners mouth opens wider with every kiss. he pushes you down then eases into your body. his hungry mouth moves down your neck, between your breasts, and you're not recording this.

the camera sits loosely in your grip, that little red button still going.

he puts his whole mouth around your nipple. you gasp. all of your limbs lock around him, as though he hit a button. his tongue is lazy, his lips are the perfect suction. then he drags his mouth down your rib cage and comes back up.

you point the camera between your bodies as he pushes up and guides himself back into you. you whimper just behind the camera.

"okay?" he says.

your breaths overpower everything else as he starts rocking in and out of you, mildly at first not lifelessly slow, not painfully hard.

you're both too sensitive for now.

"shit," he says, and he pushes deep into you and stays there for as long as he can. "i don't wanna cum yet."

"do you want me to go on top?" you run your hand up and down his upper arm.

he doesn't say anything but helps you flip over. both of you tangle in the white sheets.

Gunner reaches up and moves strands of your hair away and smooths his hands up and down your body. he grabs the camera and runs it up from where your bodies meet to your face. you are nervous.

you giggle into the camera, but when Gunner doesn't move it away, you cup your hand over the lens.

he smiles and pulls it back. both of you hold your breath as you guide yourself down on him. Gunner makes sure to record it like a real director while you whimper, readjusting to him.

he tugs you by the back of your thighs and subtly lifts his hips into you, his way of politely asking.

you tilt your head back so the tips of your hair feel like feathers on your skin and begin rocking on him. It's subtle the bed barely shakes but it's enough to make Gunner groan and curse under his breath into the camera.

he moves his legs around, scratching them against the sheets, and pushes his hips into you with sighs of frustration. you pretend not to get the hint and keep your head back.

"come on ma." he growls, through gritted teeth.

his fingertips claw into your flesh as he tries to pull you in, but you're too leaned back, and that only pisses him off more.

only when you get sick of him grabbing at you do you rock faster so the bedsprings squeak. Gunner points the camera to where your bodies meet. the flesh around your hips wiggle Gunner loves it, he tells you it's hot. he'll be happy to have it saved for later.

you fall over him, whimpering. as long as you keep going just like this, his dick will keep hitting the perfect spot. it builds like a wicked storm, rumbling, brewing. the headboard just taps against the wall, and your whimpers turn into panicked moans.

"mm, keep going" Gunner says. he lifts his hips up and holds them, then lets them back down with a grunt. "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

you lean back again and bounce. curse words unfurl from Gunners mouth, like you're violently pushing a button that spits them out.

"oh, mami." he watches your breasts bounce bounce bounce like a hungry wolf. you whimper deeply, wishing to feel his hands everywhere on your body all at once, but he's still got that damn camera.

his mouth comes open, and his breaths get frantic. "shit, I'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum. fuck---seriously." he clutches your hip like he's out in the middle of the ocean, drowning. his knees come up and pin you on either side.

his entrapment pushes you to the edge. you clutch at the bedsheet, pull it up to your chin in a fist as a wave of euphoria washes over you. you're dizzy and drunk. Gunners muscles contract as he smoothes his hand over your body.

"come on, come on, come on," he says.

you let out a shaky breath like you're about to jump from a high cliff.

Gunner presses the flesh of his thumb against your throbbing clit and massages it in circles. it's dynamite in a landmine. you explode, grasping at him as you gasp and cry and quiver. Gunner links his fingers between yours and holds tight. he watches you come undone in heavy sighs and gentle curses. when you finish, he pulls out of you, and you sit with his dick between your thighs. quick, you jump back into the same rhythm with your hand.

Gunners legs squirm around, scratching against the sheets. he sits up, sits back, curses, grunts. he shudders and vibrates and moans like he's drunk making snow angels.

you stop for a second, just to get a reaction out of him, and he curses at you.

when you touch him again, his whole body spazzes. his knees come up and clench your body, and he spurts out thick, white cum from his bright red tip. it pours downwards like lava from a volcano. Gunner catches his breath, shaking.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

you get it on camera, up close.

"i made you do that," you say.

his legs flap like butterfly wings. when they stop, everything stills. you point the camera at his face. his head is hung, he's drained.

you kiss down his neck, across his shoulder, then his mouth. you let the camera fumble onto the mattress and lean Gunner back.

you're both still catching your breaths, but it doesn't stop another slow, heavy make out session. later, the camera will capture this, too, but it will be a long running stream of the ceiling at an odd angle and the sounds of sloppy, euphoric kisses.

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