For the plot
Nettspend x artists!reader
In which nettspend and irises managers get together and decide that they would make a fire couple for gunner and irises new upcoming albums.
Tw: SEXXXXXXX lol not straight sex. Slight degrading, cum delay, cuddling after care ,Lil plot rly hehehehe 👀
First time writing smut so yeah.
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"I fucking love yall," I panted into the mic walking off stage. My assistant manager handed me a water bottle as we walked backstage.
"You did amazing iris," he said. I nodded chugging the water. My main manager walked up with another guy i didn't recognize.
"Iris this this nettspends manager Nolan," my manager nick spoke. I nodded shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you," I said calming down still buzzing from the show.
He nodded. "Likewise. Amazing performance buy the way. You attitude is just like gunners." He laughed. I looked at him.
"Yeah I don't know who this "gunner" is" I mumbled. My manager gave me a look. "You do know him. He played at rolling loud last year. Remember?" Nick spoke.
"No nick I don't remember obviously," I sighed wiping my forehead with a damp rag.
"Well anyway. We have a little proposition," nick spoke. I raised a eyebrow looking at him.
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"Your kidding right?" I asked. "I don't even know this guy," I snapped annoyed towards nick. All I knew of him was what I saw online. Him and his messy ass breakup that had been all over tiktok. Something about him cheating or whatever I dont know. Didn't really care I wasn't one for drama.
"I'm not. And I know you don't. But Itll be good. For the label, your albums, the press. ." Nick spoke calmly like he didn't just say what he said.
"Who gives a fuck about the press!" I shouted making nick sigh.
Gunner who was in the room Atwell sat on the couch smoking a blunt. His icy blue eyes locked on me and nicks argument as he finally looked up at us.
"Look jules. Your both in the scene, the fans need new stuff to grasp onto and this is good for both of you guys," nick said. I rolled my eyes.
A heavy silence fell over the room. Gunner had yet to speak about anything. Like he was just thinking instead of arguing like me.
"Just. Get out. Let me think," I mumbled annoyed. Nick gave me a look before sighing like he was the distressed one. "Fine. Ill give you ur space. But this is good for you. Think about it.," he said before walking out.
"Agh shut up already," I mumbled as he left. Another wave of silence fell over the room as I was stuck with the gunner guy.
After a moment gunner stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. He leaned against the table and lit a cigarette, taking a hit before speaking.
I exhaled the smoke of the cigarette, Iris had her hands on her face obviously fusterated and probably ready to punch her manager right now. Couldn't blame her.
"Look i aint gon lie to you." He started as he rubbed the back of his neck. "This shit is fake as hell and I know that. But my manager has been up my ass about promotion and cleaning up my image every since I went through that messy ass breakup." He spoke jaw clenched as he talked.
I looked up at him. "That relationship? Mazzy was it?" I said. At least making a effort.
"Yeah...I cheated." He said taking another hit of his cigarette. I raised a eyebrow at him. "Dont fucking look at me like that okay. I know I fucked up," he sighed. "I didn't even say anything," I defended.
He looked at me. "Your face said it," he mumbled. I smirked. I never was one for controlling my face.
Then reality hit again. My smile fell as I sighed. "Ita just like we know nothing about eachother and now...because of a fucking label they want us to date," I mumbled.
Gunner nodded taking another hit of his cigarette. Something like understanding flashing in his eyes. He didn't defend nick or the label. Didn't even try to keep a positive spin on everything. At least he was real with it.
"Yeah...I know. Its fucked" he mumbled.
A beat of silence stilled between us. "We ain't gotta do this shit if you don't want to," he said. True. We didn't have to have to but...there's always a but.
"If we don't..we get thrown into albums, eps, interviews, concerts they'll work us to death intill we are were they want us to be." I mumbled running a hand through my hair.
Gunner looked at me. He knew I was right. "Fuck," he mumbled. I nodded.
During the moment of us just thinking I looked at him.
He was attractive as fuck. Like he was fine. The black tips on his hair made him look so hot. He had a cute face and the sliver iced out chain.
Yeah in a different time and place he would of made my legs weak but now we were just kinda stressed out.
"We could do this. Just for the looks. Make the label happy, get our managers off our asses," gunner spoke. I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Huh? What like fake it?" I asked him confused. He nodded. After a moment a smirk placed on my lips. "For the plot?" I asked him. He chuckled softly. "For the plot." He mumbled handing me his cigarette.
I guess its for the plot.
Eventually after a month it was known that me and gunner were 'dating' Instagram underground updates pages were my worst nightmare they were everywhere but whatever it sold the message.
Me and gunner had gotten closer...flirty comments as we got more comfortable. Occasionally caught staring.
Currently we were at his hotel. For show and tell i had to be there. I was in the bathroom getting ready.
Gunner sat on the bad scrolling his phone when he glanced up and caught my reflection in the mirror. Door open showing me slip on my bra.
Gunner watched. Grip on his phone now lose from his body temperature heating up.
He swallowed as he watched. A bludge in his pants formed as he shifted. "Gunner what time is it?" I called out. Gunner snapped out of it clearing his throat as he shifted.
"Its 5...we have 30 minutes left," he called out now trying to clear his head of his thoughts as he placed his hand over his bludge. I nodded to myself as I got dressed.
Gunner attempted to fix himself up despite his obviously fusterated state.
"You okay?" I asked him as I walked out now dress as I walked to my bag. Gunner’s grip on his phone tightened too obvious the way knees slightly pressed together like a damn amateur trying to hide a boner. Luckily i wasn't looking enough to notice.
"Yeah," he said too quickly, voice an octave higher than usual. He cleared his throat. "I'm good."
His eyes flicked to me for half a second, He shifted awkwardly in his seat, suddenly hyper-aware of every movement as you bent over to grab your bag… and oh god that was not helping at all.
After well. That we got picked up and took to his concert. I was located in the family and friends section watching him and honestly. God he looked so hot onstage. Sweaty, hot preforming.
Jesus id be lying if his stage attitude didn't get a reaction out my body involuntarily.
The way his shirt clung to his sweaty torso. His smirk on the screen as he looked into the camera. His voice on the mic.
All of it was affecting me. A lot.
The throb between my legs, the heat crawling up my neck as the room suddenly felt 10 times hotter. I cleared my throat shaking my head in attempt to control myself.
After the mindless tour of my thoughts and his preference it finally ended and I met him backstage.
"Fucking hot," he mumbled wipping his face with a cloth. I nodded trying to ignore the pit in my lower stomach. Key word tried. He noticed.
"Your quiet," he smirked softly. I hummed shaking my head. "No im not," I said. He chuckled. "Right...right." he teased.
I cleared my throat. "Dont you have fans to meet?" I changed the subject. He nodded. "Yeah...but um. This aint over ma," he smirked. Walking by me his hand sliding on my waist as he did so.
Fuck. Me. Literally.
After another mindless hour of me thinking about his words and how he basically read me like a book he got into the suv and we were off back to the hotel.
"We gon talk about it?" He suddenly spoke. I tensed. "Nothing to talk about." I mumbled.
Gunner’s lips curved just slightly at your obvious lie. He knew. Of course he knew.
"Mmhmm," he hummed sarcasm dripping
A silent question hung between you us. Obvious. Who was gonna make the first move?? Little did i see his eyes dark with something new in the dark.
We made it back to the hotel. I set my bag down. I gasped when I felt gunner hands grab my waist and pull me in.
"Tell me to stop," his voice filled my ears. My legs clenched at his tone. Fuck this whole scene was hot. I felt my panties become damp as I relaxed Slightly.
"What if I dont want you to," I whispered.
Gunner’s breath hitched, in one swift motion, he crashed his lips onto yours. Not gentle. Not sweet. A hungry, claiming kiss fueled by weeks of fake-dating tension finally snapping.
His hands slid from your waist to grip the back of your thighs, lifting you slightly as he walked you both backward toward the bed never breaking the kiss for a second.
I moaned into the kiss as it never broke. He pulled away for a second to pull off my shirt. His eyes darkening at the sight of my bra. He groaned before kissing me again.
He peeled off my pants and panties and ran his finger over my heat. He groaned. "Fuck, ma your so fucking wet for me already," he mumbled into the kiss.
"Please touch me," I whispered against his lips.
Gunner growled against your mouth at the sound of your moan. a filthy noise that shot straight to his dick. His fingers
He kissed down your jaw to your neck, biting lightly as his fingers slipped under my bra grabbing my bare tit. I moaned into his mouth as he did so
He didn’t hesitate kneeling between my legs, he pressed open mouthed kisses up my inner thighs, each one hotter and slower than the last. The anticipation was torture.
"Please gunner stop teasing" I whimpered hot and needy. He chuckled. "Patience ma..you so fucking needy for me to touch you," he growled.
I whimpered at his tone.
he looked up at me through his lashes before he dove in.
His tongue dragged a slow, deliberate stripe over my slit. I moaned softly as my back arched. God he was fucking amazing at this. "Oh fuck gunner. Oh," I moaned as he ate me out like he'd never ate.
Hold my legs down as they tried to close. Moans and broken whimpers fell from my lips. "You taste so fucking sweet ma. Your pussy was made for me," he mumbled before slapping my ass as he continued to ate me out.
A sharp moan like whimper came from my mouth. I was lost in pleasure. His fingers working magic.
"Fuck im gonna cum gunner," I moaned out panting.
He pulled away his jaw glistening with my juices as he continued to finger me. "Yeah? You gonna cum? Hold it." He said diving back in sucking on my clothes.
"What?" I whispered. He didn't answer just added a third finger. That broke me. Whimpers turned into broken moans as the overstmutaion flooded my body along with the ball about to burst.
"Taste so sweet ma" he mumbled into my cunt as tears fell from my eyes. "Fuck I cant hold it any longer. I need to cum," I moaned.
He smirked. "Alright ma. Cum on my fingers princess," he said kissing my clothes. And that was all the permission I needed as I came all over his fingers.
White flooding my vision as I came hard. Legs shaking. "Such a good girl. You did so good" he praised running a hand over my trembling leg as I came down from my high.
My chest rapidly fell and rose as I panted.
"Holy fuck," I whispered. He smirked. "Thats just the beginning ma," he smirked. Pulling his cock out his boxers. My mouth dried at his size. Fuck that was gonna fill me up.
"Dont worry ma. Your wet enough ill fit," he said.
He was thick, long. the kind of dick that made your stomach flip and your legs weak at the same time.
But true to his word, he didn’t rush. Instead, he leaned over you on the bed, one hand cradling my jaw as the other guided himself between my thighs.
"Tell me if it’s too much okay ma?," he mumbled. I nodded. "I will," I breathed out.
I moaned as he pushed in. God he filled and stretched me perfectly
Gunner sank into me inch by inch slowly letting me adjust. "Fuck your so tight. Like this pussy was made for me," he groaned. I moaned at his word's
I was so warm and wet around him. So tight. A groan rumbled from his chest as he bottomed out
"Fuck…" *he whispered as he started moving. A slow pace to get comfortable then he lost his patience and went faster. My whimpers turned into broken moans as he fucked me so good.
"Fuck right there" I moaned gripping the pillow.
Gunner’s control snapped. Your moans broken, whiny, perfect pushed him over the edge. His hips snapped forward harder now, chasing that sweet spot you just begged for. The bed slammed against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts.
*"Right there?"* he asked keeping up the pace and then targeted it angling deeper every time. His abs flexed with each movement, sweat glistening on his skin under the dim light.
every thrust now laser-focused on that spot, the one that made your toes curl and your voice crack. He was relentless.
"Gunner. Im gonna cum, fuck." I whimpered tears falling as I felt that knot reform
His hands pinned your hips down, keeping you right where he wanted you as he pounded into that sweet spot over and over. The sounds between you were obscene skin slapping, his grunts mixing with your breathy moans.
"That’s it," he panted, "Cum for me." His eyes burned into yours, demanding to watch the moment you fell apart because of him.
I broke that knot breaking. My eyes rolled back as he continued to fuck me through my high. "Look so fucking beautiful like this. Cumming all over my cock. So fucking beautiful," he panted as he chased his high. I was to lost in my high as he talked.
"So fuck beautiful all fucked out. Look at you. Cant even talk ur so fucked out. Fucking slut. So beautiful," he moaned as his high hit him
"Fuck ma," he moaned. His hot ropes of cum spraying into me making me whimper at the feeling.
He collapsed next to me. I whimpered as he pulled out due to how sensitive I was.
"Sorry..you did so fucking good for me ma. " he said kissing my head as we claimed down.
"Your lucky im on the pill," I panted making him chuckle softly.
So much for a fake relationship now huh?
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Gunner watching iris crashout like 👀👀 i have to date that? Only to fall for her 🤦♀️😭
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