b.g. : you find yourself unable to contain yourself after your boyfriend gunner dyes his hair.
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the late hours of thursday night blurs into friday sometime around the georgia state line.
gunner, my boyfriend, just finished one of his tour stops in atlanta and he plays at rolling loud tomorrow - or today, i guess.
the tour bus smells like his cologne mixed with weed and the slightest bit of sweat. the highway lights outside blend together as they shine across the tinted windows every couple of seconds.
gunner's somehow still awake.
i don't know how he does this - perform his heart out and still stay up hours afterwards.
i glance up from where i'm curled in the corner booth of the couch and catch him standing near the kitchenette, digging through the mini fridge.
he's changed out of his sweat-soiled clothes from earlier into a simple pair of gray sweats. they hang low on his hips. his chain still adorns his neck, catching the light from outside every so often.
"whatcha looking for, gun?" i ask him softly.
he continues looking through the mini fridge.
"jus something to drink," he tells me.
"i got some water over here if you want it. it's cold," i offer.
he shuts the fridge, turning around to come back over to me. i hand the almost full water bottle to him.
"thanks, ma," he says, grabbing the bottle and taking a large gulp from it.
he sets it back down on a ledge before crashing down next to me.
"you excited for tomorrow, baby?" i ask.
he cuddles into my side, his head nestling into my chest. i see a lazy grin appear on his face.
"hell yeah. it's gonna be the best rolling loud yet," he tells me.
i smile at his response. he obviously is excited by these types of things, but he doesn't always show his full emotions. but i'm happy that he's happy.
i run my fingers through his mostly blonde hair, his ends black and his darker blonde roots beginning to grow in. i softly massage and scratch at his head.
"mhm," i hum. "you nervous at all?"
he thinks about it for a second.
"not really. i'm jus hype for the whole festival," he replies.
"hmm," i hum in response.
he pulls his phone out, beginning to scroll on some social media app.
i lay on the couch with him on top of me, massaging his head until i end up falling asleep.
by the time i properly wake up the next morning, sunlight pours into the bus windows.
and he's gone.
i don't really think much of it. festival days are always chaos.
he must've placed a blanket on me though, because i don't remember having one last night.
i check my phone and see a few texts from him.
gunner
hey ma they wanted me to to leave early for the festival n shi
but i'll see u later right?
y/n
hi i just saw this
&& yes i'll see u later!! lmk when ur coming back
he hearts my message.
i get myself ready for the day, missing his presence while doing so.
it's been a few hours and i still haven't heard from or seen him.
"have you seen him yet?" i ask one of his stylists that stepped onto the bus to grab something.
she almost grins in a way that i don't know what to make of it. almost like she knows something i don't.
"he's been busy all morning."
real helpful.
gunner starts sending me some texts around noon.
gunner
hey baby
u alive?
y/n
barely
i miss u
gunner
ur dramatic
and i miss u too
i'll see u soon
i text him a little while after that..
y/n
where are you like actually
the typing bubble appears.
then disappears.
then appears again.
gunner
getting ready for 2nite
y/n
cryptic ass
gunner
you'll survive bby
annoying.
the entire day passes like that.
tiny texts between long stretches of silence.
he doesn't go on until 8:30 so i really don't know why i haven't seen him at all.
i don't think he's doing something that i would consider bad, he's probably just going through his planned set for tonight.
maybe he'll decide to change things up from his tour, i don't know.
i decide to go out and enjoy myself at some sets before he has to go on.
the festival grounds get more crowded by the hour. the bass vibrates so heavily beneath my feet as people swarm the stages under the brutal florida heat.
another few hours passes and i'm slightly worn out from being within the huge crowds watching the musicians perform.
i get a text from gunner.
gunner
u can come backstage now
they jus told me
y/n
kk im omw
and so i find my way towards the stage he's playing on tonight, flashing my pass to the security guards, then trying to find him.
i see some members of his team; his stylists, managers, other random people who help out with him; but i don't see him yet.
where could he possibly be?
i'm sitting on some couch talking with his manager before noticing a figure that looks like him. they're facing away and has the same build and stature.
they're wearing a white jacket. white jeans. suspiciously familiar checkered vans. a white beanie.
but what isn't familiar to me is the ends of red hair poking from underneath the beanie.
that can't be gunner - right?
i squint my eyes, taking another look at the person.
their hand falls to their side and i notice some very familiar tattoos.
what the fuck.
am i imagining this?
but then i see the person now turn slightly to the side, and the facial features confirm it as him.
my mouth actually falls open.
it's almost like he feels me staring because he glances over his shoulder.
and immediately grins, showing off his silver grills.
his annoyingly smug but sexy grin.
"there you are, girl," he says, walking over to me.
i stand up from the couch, taking a step closer to him.
i can't take my eyes off the bit of red hair that's visible.
"what did you do?" i ask, shock evident in my voice.
"what?" he asks innocently.
"your hair," i say, reaching out to touch the ends of it. "it's red."
gunners smirk widens. "it is."
i look at him like he's crazy.
"when did you have the time to do this?" i ask.
"this morning," he tells me. "that's why i left early."
i keep looking at his hair.
"yeah, i've made that connection now."
i pull the white beanie off his head, seeing his full head of hair actually dyed red.
the red doesn't even look bad. not at all. i'm just so surprised that he did this.
"oh my gosh, baby, why didn't you tell me anything?" i ask him, running my fingers along the roots of his freshly dyed hair.
"wanted to surprise you. did it work?" he grins.
i smile, still shocked.
"yeah," i laugh. "it did. but did you have to disappear all day for this?" i ask.
"for this?" he repeats, faking offense. "this is art, ma."
i laugh, continuing to feel his hair.
"i gotta go on soon, girl," he tells me.
"i know.. i'm just," i exhale slightly, "still so shocked."
he grins at that.
i hand him back his beanie.
"you staying side stage?" he asks as he puts his beanie back on his head.
i nod. "obviously."
"good."
he leans down closer to me, a mix of cologne and something minty on his breath washing over me, and kisses my forehead.
"i'll see you after, ma."
i smile.
thousands of people erupt into cheers and hollers the second he walks out.
i barely even register the beginning of his set because all i can focus on is him. well more specifically, his red hair.
the beanie doesn't last long, fully revealing his new hair to the crowd.
as per usual, he gradually strips himself of his jacket and shirt.
it started to rain somewhere in the middle of all of this, the rainwater mixing with his sweat to soak his hair and skin. his freshly red hair sticks to the sides of his face. the water dripping down his torso is enough to make me even forget where i am right now.
and it seems like he knows that.
he's only glanced at me a few times, but he constantly runs a hand through his hair, tilting his head just right while the cameras are on him. his smug grin feels way too intentional not to be.
at one time in specific, after basically rubbing up on himself, he looks over at me, finding my eyes instantly. his stupid smirk widens and i roll my eyes dramatically at that. he just laughs into the mic before turning his attention back toward the crowd.
when gunner finishes his set, he immediately comes over to me. his body is damp and he's out of breath.
all he does is flash me a metal capped smile.
"you did great, baby," i praise, smiling at him.
"yeah?" he grins harder.
"mhm, the rain made it so much better," i tell him.
his hand briefly slides along my waist as he reaches somewhere behind me to grab a water bottle from someone nearby.
"yeah, it was fucking sick," he enthuses, downing the bottled beverage.
after backstage clears out a little, the two of us end up wandering through the festival grounds while some of his team trails behind us.
the florida air is still hot even this late at night.
people recognize him instantly, even with his glasses on.
they ask for photos, many complimenting his career as well as his new red hair. some also ask me for photos.
he stays cool about all of it, one hand loosely hooked around my wrist half the time so we don't get separated in the crowds.
but his touches linger in a more.. suggestive way than usual.
aside from his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles against the inside of my wrist, his large hands consistently find my waist and my lower back. they stay there longer than needed.
..which is all slowly driving me insane.
we stop near another stage for a while, standing off to the side while someone performs on stage.
i'm not even paying attention to the music anymore.
not when gunner keeps leaning down close to my ear every time talks so i can hear him over the noise.
not when, as he does this, his lips dust the lobes of my ears and the sides of my face.
not when i can feel the burning heat from his body every time someone in the crowd bumps into me and he instinctively pulls me even closer to him.
"you can't take your eyes off my hair, ma?" he suddenly asks.
"no, i can't," i look at him. "it's so different, baby. but i like it. like a lot."
he chuckles. "thanks."
gunner takes both of his hands and place them on my waist, squeezing my skin there.
i grin up at him.
he knows exactly what he's doing to me.
another hour or two passes like that.
at some point gunner switches from his hype post-performance energy into something a little more quieter.
not tired.
but a bit more calmer.
and definitely more touchy.
it's now midnight and considering he performed earlier, he was pretty beat.
so we decided to go back to our hotel room we booked for the weekend.
gunner looks down at me.
"you tired?"
"a little," i reply.
his eyes move across my face for a second before he reaches his hand up and adjusts one of my necklaces.
the parking lots outside the festival are still chaotic when we finally leave.
music echoes faintly from distant stages while groups of people wander through the humid night toward hotels, ubers, and afterparties.
gunner keeps close beside me the entire walk.
one hand low against my back. it's both protective and possessive.
by the time we reach the black SUV waiting for us, exhaustion finally starts settling into my bones.
and somehow the tension between us hasn't gone away all night.
if anything, it's gotten worse.
gunner sits in the seat beside me, stretching his arm across the back of my seat behind me.
his head tilts back against the leather for a second, eyes closing briefly.
i admire him like this for a moment before looking out the windows as we drive towards our hotel.
sometime during the drive, his hand settles on my thigh.
his thumb taps a few times against my skin, his fingers squeezing me slightly before he pulls away like nothing happened.
annoying.
by the time we finally pull up to the hotel, it's even later now.
his manager already gave us our key cards so we swiftly make our way through the lobby towards the elevator, going inside.
gunner stands beside me with his head leaning back against the mirrored wall, eyes half closed with exhaustion.
or maybe something else.
i can feel him looking at me.
"what?" i ask quietly after a second.
his eyes slowly move across my face before settling on mine again.
"you've been looking at me crazy all night."
i let out a small laugh. "am i not allowed to look at my boyfriend?"
his lips twitch into a grin.
"never said that."
as the elevator begins to move, i rest my body against the wall beside him, still looking at him.
his hair is messy from the humidity and rain, red strands going every which way.
i reach over and push a few strands back.
gunner's eyes stay on mine the entire time.
"still can't believe you did this," i murmur.
"you like it that much?"
"mhm."
my fingers slide through the wet strands near the side of his head.
then he steps closer.
close enough that his chain brushes lightly against my arm.
his hand settles on my waist again, his fingers brushing back and forth against me.
"the red hair really got you like this?" he asks teasingly.
i laugh. "you performing in the rain half naked probably helped too."
his eyes darken at this as he smiles.
then the elevator dings and the doors slide open.
we stay where we are for a second more.
he leans down closer to my ear.
"c'mon, ma," he says quietly. "before i stop bein patient."
a smug grin tugs at his mouth before he steps back, letting his hand fall from my waist only long enough for us to walk down the hallway toward our room.
gunner unlocks the hotel room door and pushes it open for me first.
the room it dimly lit, the orlando city lights spilling in through the massive windows.
i see our bags placed on the side of the room. he must've had someone arranged to bring them here before we arrived.
i hear gunner lock the door behind me.
i turn around, watching him slowly stalk toward me.
his hands take ahold of my waist one again.
"you looked so pretty side stage tonight," he compliments.
i blink, smiling bashfully.
"yeah?"
"mhm," his fingers tighten against my skin. "would've watched you the whole time if i could."
i grin.
he then leans into me and kisses my lips.
it quickly gets heated, almost like a switch was flicked on.
our tongues colliding in symphony as he pulls me even closer, pressing our bodies together.
i bring my hands up to get tangled in his hair. i tug on it slightly which earns me a moan from him.
he starts walking me backwards until the back of my legs hits the bed.
he pushes me to sit down and our lips disconnect.
"fuck, ma," he exhales.
he's already taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes.
he pulls at my tiny top.
"take this off for me."
my hands reach for the bottom of my shirt, quickly pulling it over my head. i'm left in my lacy bra and my skirt.
i see him borderline lick his lips at this.
gunner leans in for another kiss, leaning on both palms placed on either side of me. it turns rougher almost instantly. he kisses me like he's desperate.
he gently bites at my lip and starts to pull at my skirt as i slip my shoes off my feet.
his hands grip my thighs, puling me closer to the edge of the bed until i'm right against him. his fingers slide higher up on my legs, close to where i need him most.
his red locks are damp between my fingers. i tug at his hair again and he lets out another low sound against my lips.
"fuck," he mutters, eyes half-lidded as he looks down at me. "you keep doing that-"
i grin slightly, doing it again on purpose.
his jaw tightens.
"you're bad tonight," he says.
"learned from you," i reply.
he laughs once under his breath before kissing me harder.
his cold chain brushes against my skin while he leans further over me, one hand planted next to me while the other grips my thigh.
"been driving me crazy all night," he quietly admits, somewhat out of breath.
i look up at him. "you disappeared all day and came back looking like this. what did you expect?"
his smirk returns.
"you obsessed with me?"
i roll my eyes, but my hands slide from his hair down along his chest anyway.
"you're so cocky," i murmur.
"and you still can't stop touching me."
can't say he's wrong.
gunner kisses down my neck briefly before pulling back just enough to look at me sitting beneath him.
his gaze drags over me. his expression noticeably darkens.
"yeah," he says quietly to himself. "you look too fuckin' pretty right now."
i grin at him.
"go sit by the headboard," he tells me.
i softly bite my lip, pushing myself back until my back is resting against the pillows by the headboard.
i watch as he stands there, taking his gucci belt off with one hand and throwing it to the side. he crawls towards me.
our lips connect once again as he hovers over me.
his kisses migrate off my lips to my jaw, then my neck. he litters wet kisses across my collarbone, slightly pushing me to sit up as he snakes his arm around to unclasp my bra. he pulls it off of me, tossing it somewhere in the room.
his lips trail to my breasts, pressing a few kisses there before sliding his lips down my torso.
his fingers toy with the side of my panties as he lightly bites and sucks a mark into my inner thigh, the contrast of his cold grills chilling against my warm skin. his pretty blue eyes look up into mine as he does this.
his hands separate my thighs further.
"gunner.." i breath out.
"hmm?"
his lips and fingers dance around everywhere but the spot i actually need him.
"c'mon.." i whine.
"what?" he grins at me from between my thighs.
i close my eyes, resting my head back on the pillow behind me for a second.
"i need you, baby.." i mewl.
"yeah?" he smirks, his tone cocky. "where do you need me, ma?" he says, fake innocence in his voice.
i whimper. "don't make me say it."
his smirk shows his silver covered teeth.
"at least say please, then."
i almost roll my eyes.
"please, gunner.." i reluctantly say.
he grins up at me. "see? wasn't that hard."
gunner then takes ahold of the sides of my panties, pulling them off of me.
"you're so wet, ma.." he almost moans as he notices my slick heat.
he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my pussy before starting off with small licks and nibbles.
"yes, gunner," i breath.
each of his hands wrap around my upper thighs, holding me in place as he works on me. he spreads my legs wide open, his hold strong enough where i couldn't fight it if i tried.
gunner quickly starts eating me out with more urgency. his tongue licks large stripes down my folds, making my back arch at the feeling.
he doesn't take his grills off, so the crisp metal almost makes me jolt every time it touches me.
"you taste so fucking good," he hums against me, only taking the smallest break before getting back to work.
his nose nudges at my clit while he sticks his tongue inside of me.
the pressure begins to build in my stomach.
he's too damn good at this.
"oh shit, gun," i loudly moan out.
i try to move my legs but his grasp on me doesn't allow me to. i loop my ankle around to press on his back, holding him where he is.
i reach down to tangle my fingers in his hair, the head of red hair between my legs a completely different sight from any other time we've done this.
i play with and pull at his hair while he eats me out, his moans vibrating and sending shocks down my spine.
i don't think i'll last much longer - not when he's trying this hard.
he then wraps his lips around my clit and begins sucking. my back instantly arches off the bed.
"oh my gosh, right there, baby," i mewl out.
my grip tightens in his hair and i press his head closer to me.
i throw my head back against the pillows and he pulls off me for the slightest second.
"don't take your eyes off me, ma," he says quietly.
but it's enough to make me listen to him.
so i lift my head up, looking at him through my half closed eyes.
i continue to let out more moans and lewd obscenities.
gunner doesn't stop his attack on my bud, and if anything has doubled down on it.
"i'm so close, baby," i whine.
i notice his hips slowly grinding into the bed underneath him in an attempt to relieve some pressure.
he eats me out more determinedly, not giving up this pace he's set.
i pull even more at his hair at this, my ankle and calf pushing harder into his back.
"i'm gonna cum, baby," i loudly exclaim.
he doesn't break eye contact with me as he carries on with his oral attack.
i let out a small whimper, before a final loud moan escapes from my mouth as i cum.
he eats me through it, slowing down only the slightest bit.
once he's milked me for all i've got, he pulls his mouth off me, planting a gentle kiss on my hip bone.
i try to catch my breath, my chest heaving up and down.
"you're so perfect, ma," he mutters, lifting himself up to hover over me once more.
i smile as he pecks my lips, the taste of myself on his mouth.
a/n : i wanted to post this last night but i was being lazy and didn't actually start writing until 1am :// but i hope u guys enjoy š because ik i did šš red hair nett js does something to meeee idk its unexplainable š¤¤ he looks tew good!!! anyway lmk what u guys think about this!! feel free to send me comments, questions, suggestions, or anything thru my inbox or private messages!! i'm still taking reqs but they're not at the top of my priorities regarding my fics atm!! likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated <2 love y'all!!
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in which! nettspend and reader have a messy breakup after he cheated and relapses, he then dyes his hair her favorite color, only for her to beat him at his own game.
metalking! wait i kinda teared up making this. also he looks sooo yummy omg. creds to @romansbbg for making me think of writing this. please like&reblog, also should i make this into a series??? lmk!!
āyou didnāt mean it, my ass!ā you yelled at your now, ex boyfriend.
āchill y/n. i was with my bros and we was just messing around.ā he said, trying to defend himself.
āare you high?ā you put his phone down and get a good look at him.
āyou trippin.ā gunner said while avoiding eye contact.
āit better be fucking weed and nothing else gunner!ā you said while continuing to yell at him.
he had promised you he would get clean and to your knowledge he had been clean for two months, from heavy drugs.
he scratched his eye, āma i promise itās jus weed i smoked.ā
ābullshit.ā you sighed realizing you canāt help him anymore. ājust get your shit and go.ā
youāve had plenty of arguments before, but it never ended like this. it would usually end with you crying and him apologizing, him buying you a gift, or you two having sex.
gunner laughed not believing you, āwhat? you serious bro? over some weed?ā
āare you forgetting the fact you cheated on me?ā you take another look at him, he seems to be in another world, āfuck this! take your shit now and leave! weāre over gunner.ā
you didnāt give him time to respond, not that he would do it fast enough anyway, he had been slurring his words and speaking in fragments.
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everything had happened so fast, you completely had forgotten mid-argument that you were supposed to go to rolling loud with him.
itās been a week since the incident happened, you donāt know if heās tried to contact you because you blocked him on everything, even on pinterest and roblox.
which your bestfriend told you was too far, but knowing him heād definitely try to text you on either of those if there was no other option.
he had texted a couple of your close and shared friends asking about you though. you only told your bestfriend about everything that happened so far. she was over at your place trying to make you feel better about the whole situation.
āso what all did he tell her?ā kalle asked you, opening and passing you a blue buzzball.
āhe just said shit like āletās linkā, asked if she was down to fuck,ā you pause midway, tapping on your buzzball, āi dunno. it kinda hurt more because i know he lied about staying clean from everything.ā
āshit really? when did he relapse?ā
you shrug, ānot sure if he was ever clean.ā you can feel the knot in your throat growing tighter.
āitās okay y/n, i love you and iām here for you, heās an embarrassing asshole. i mean he rather pay a hoe to fuck than realize what he has in front of him.ā she brushes her leg against yours.
you smile and take a long sip of your drink, āi completely forgot rolling loud is today.ā
ādamn me too, the setlist looked pretty good, apart from yāknow.ā
you give her a quick, fake smile, āhe really wanted me there, i feel like i did something wrong.ā
āgirl no. you didnāt do shit wrong, come on letās forget it, put on a movie iāll get some more drinks.ā
you loved kalle for being like this, youāve known her since junior high and she was always able to do the right thing when you needed to take your mind off something.
you two were a couple movies and drinks in when she let out a soft gasp. you turned over instantly, moving up to take a look at her phone since you were laying on her.
āwhat!?ā
she snatched her phone away, ānothing keep watching.ā
āshow me.ā you insisted.
after going back and forth for a little she gave in, passing you the phone. you expected to see her texting her boyfriend something intimate, or a celebrity getting into a controversy.
instead, you saw your ex, gunner with red hair. your favorite color. you had talked about it being your favorite color since the day you met him.
all your gifts on your birthday were red themed, your room had red all over it, your clothes were practically all red, your car was red, and you had a little red tattoo in honor of your bunny that passed away.
you got flashbacks to a conversation you two were having a week ago.
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ādude i wanna dye my hair red so bad, i just feel like it wouldnāt fit me.ā you were sprawled onto his chest as he scrolled his phone.
ābaby itād look great on you, maybe make you even more sexy,ā he put his phone down, āif thatās even possible.ā
āshut uppp.ā you giggled into his bicep.
ābut no bullshit it would.ā he took a pause, brushing through your hair with his fingers, āmaybe you should wait a little and we can do it together.ā
āi like that idea, but i love your hair now.ā you pout, lifting your head up and smothering his hair with it.
āmm youāre too cute ma.ā he said, lifting you up and placing you on your back.
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you snap back into reality, trying to tune back into whatever kalle was saying.
āare you listening?ā
you look at her doe-eyed, āi miss the sex.ā you say, leaning your head onto her shoulder.
āi know babes, weāll find you someone even better i promise you.ā
āhe was so perfect.ā you sighed again.
ābaby itāll be okay, this is what he wants, donāt give in. he knows itās your favorite color,ā she rose her voice getting more mad than you, āi mean for fucks sake, who doesnāt know red is your favorite color? and didnāt you ask him if you should dye your hair?ā
you slowly nod, āwhat an asshole.ā
ācome here.ā she pulled you into a hug, you both dozed off soon after.
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the next morning you woke up before kalle. you got up quietly off the couch and went straight to the restroom. you brushed your teeth and tided your hair.
you reached for your phone, opening twitter.
gunner flooded your twitter feed, mostly because youād only post and like stuff about him, but you didnāt expect it to be this bad.
everyone was raving about his new hair and where you were. you saw the songs he performed, seeing ānothing like uuu.ā
you knew it was a bad idea, but you clicked on the clip of him performing it. he made it for you, he told you he had met so many other girls, but none were like you. how romantic.
you instantly teared up, regretting what had happened. you debated whether you should text him or not, your finger hovering over the āunblockā button, until kalle came into the restroom.
āy/n?ā she groaned.
you instantly turned your phone off, opening the door for her and wiping your tears like nothing at happened. you let her use the restroom and waited outside on the couch.
you saved the video to your phone and rewatched it at least hundred times, waiting for her to come out.
ābreakfast?ā she stretched.
you nodded no, ākinda wanna buy the hair dye.ā you gave her a look, wanting to make sure it wasnāt an impulsive, bad idea.
āeven better idea.ā she smirked while slipping her shoes on.
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THIS IS BASED OFF OF AN INTERVIEW WHERE HE CLAIMED BLUE WAS HIS FAVORITE COLOR BECAUSE HE āLIKES THE FEELING OF IT.ā !!!!!!!
THIS picture of him actually does something to me.
contains: mentions of weed, fluff, anxiety, slow burn
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ānett fans are freaking out because you and yn both revealed your new hair, do you have anything to say about that?ā the interviewer asks.
Gunner had just gotten off stage, another rolling loud performance checked off the list.
āUhh, no, I donāt know her like that. I bet it looks sick as fuck thoā Gunner replies.
Gunner didnāt know you. He knew of you and your music but the two of you never spoke at all. Which was weird because of how close you were with Amari. Your paths just never crossed.
You were pretty knocked out, you and Amari had spent the night watching the other performers and drinking together. The two of you laid in the bed of your airbnb, talking about random things as you waited to fall asleep.
āYo, have you checked your Instagram?ā Amari asks. āNo, why?ā You reply. You saw Gunners hair when you stopped by his performance but it never occurred to you that it would be an issue with the media.
āLook at this shit.ā He says with a chuckle. He hands the phone to you, an Instagram post was pulled up on the screen - one with a side by side picture of your hair and Gunners hair. The comments were filled with assumptions, and opinions.
Some liked the idea of you two together, some hated it. You had never really thought of Gunner that way. āGood lordā you say with a sigh as you hand the phone back to him. āWeāve literally never talked, I thought that was known too.ā You add. āYeah but you know they be going crazyā Amari says.
The last thing you wanted was a big topic before your set tomorrow, it was your first time ever performing for rolling loud and you were already beyond nervous.
Your eyes wander around the room, thoughts pile your head. āYouāre good girl, donāt worry about it.ā Amari says, pulling you in to lay yourself on-top of his arm.
āYou should be excited, this is huge for you.ā He adds. āI know itās just - so annoying. I canāt even have a hair color without the whole world freaking out.ā You stress.
āYou have to admit, it was crazy timingā
āYeah I guess, but still! Youāre supposed to be on my side!ā You tease.
āRelax. You need to sleep this off.ā Amari says, flicking the lamp off leaving the room completely dark.
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You stand backstage, Amari right behind you with his hands on your shoulders supporting you.
Fans roar as they wait for you to come out. Your heart begins to beat faster, waiting for the music to start.
People backstage run around to make sure everything is perfect, and through all the ruckus backstage your mind was silent.
The beat begins, the adrenaline flows through your veins as you prepare yourself to please the crowd.
Lights go low, the people in your ear piece letting you know itās time to go on.
Fans begin getting louder as the lights go down, as you get into position everything is lifted, your anxiety, your thoughts, your emotions, everything. Your body feels lighter, so does your mind.
The stage was where you were meant to be, where you always wanted to be. Nothing ever mattered when you were doing what you loved, nothing could bring you down from the high.
Everything was so small when you were in-front of a crowd who loved you.
You didn't think the crowd could get much louder until you played the first song you had ever released. It was a single you made with Amari one night when the two of you were high. You never played it on stage unless Amari was there and today, he was.
You ran backstage for a quick water break and got ready to go on with Amari, as you took a sip of the water you caught a glimpse of the cherry red hair. You thought you were going insane, you didn't even get to process it before it was time to go back on.
The crowd was insane when they saw Amari run on stage with you, and while everything was going perfectly most of your focus was taken away. You had no idea what he'd be doing backstage for your set. It could've been to see Amari, but he was nowhere near him at all.
You tried to push it out of your mind, you only had to make it through three more songs, and you did.
As you ran off stage Amari already had water for you.
You gave him a quick side hug and were quickly greeted by Gunner. "Oh, hey." you say out of breath.
"Hey, you were great out there." Gunner replies. There was something so weird about talking to him, it didn't feel forced, but it didn't feel normal either. "Thank you, I saw you play for a little last night, you were great too." you complement.
You couldn't figure out what was weird about the whole interaction, you knew you'd meet him at some point you just didn't know it'd be like this - under these circumstances.
You head back to your airbnb, Gunner and Amari chatting on the way there. You didn't really have any mental capacity to talk, which was normal after a show. When the three of you get back Amari leads gunner tp the coach before following you back into the room.
"How you feeling?" he asks. You didn't know how you were feeling, part of you felt great after your performance but another part of you felt oddly conflicted about Gunner's presence.
"I'm good, I didn't know he'd be backstage." you reply. "I know, me either. He came to ask about the media stuff and ended up staying and watching you." he explains. Him saying he willingly stayed to watch you made you feel even more conflicted. You never really put any thought into Gunner, you just knew he was Amaris friend who made good music. It never occurred to you that he'd want to watch you perform - or that there would be rumors about the two of you.
Amari notices the shift in your presence, it had gone from calm to clearly off. "Hey, he's chill. And nobody knows he's here, okay? Just take a shower and come meet him for real when you're ready, alright?" His words give you comfort, especially now that you knew nobody would find out about this. Or so you thought.
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user1: this shit fishy as hell
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ā³ to avoid getting caught up like this
user3: she's too good for him
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Amari left the room shortly after, giving you space to do what you needed to do. You hopped in the shower, the warm water hitting your back. Your body untenses, a sense of calm falling down your spine.
You allowed yourself to decompress, taking your time in the shower.
Once you had gotten out and pampered yourself and headed out to the living room.
You didn't have a clue in the world that this was posted, as far as you knew nobody had a knew he was with you.
Gunner and Amari passed a blunt back and forth as they watched some basketball game, there wasn't much talking and it didn't bother you. There wasn't much flowing through your mind anyway.
Even with the lack of talking Gunner kept peaking at you, he'd literally go out of his way just to check you out. You acted like you didn't see it when in reality you couldn't avoid it.
He offered you a hit, and you accepted. Your fingers grazing against his as he passed it to you. It was such a little thing but felt so big to you.
Out of nowhere it happened the moment you thought wouldnāt.
āYo shit, look at this.ā Amari says, showing you and Gunner the phone.
in which influencerfangirl!reader goes to rolling loud to see nett when she catches his eyeā¦
OKAYYY PART 2 this is a little more interesting so you ready?
CONTAINS SMUT!! pet names, p in v, weed, oral (f receiving), fingering kinda, pet names, mentions of weed and high sex, lmk if i missed anything
ALSO IF U WANT TO BE ON THE TAGLIST LMKKKK šš
read part 1 here
you wake up mid afternoon around 1, reminiscing on the late night you had, the sound of leilaniās tiktok playing next to you. you turn over and reach for your phone off the night stand to check your notifications and scroll through tiktok. nothing special, just stuff from last night and you normal likes and comments.
you get up and go walk to the bathroom, taking a couple pictures in the mirror before you head in. you look at the pictures while brushing your teeth, deciding to post them and play a little gameā¦
your story
you knew the caption to the post would draw eyes, and hopefully it would be the right persons.
after posting the story and your phone blowing up with likes, replies and everything in between, you decide to get ready for day two.
lelani had already started, hyped about seeing playboi carti, blasting his music through your shared room.
while in the middle of picking out your outfit your phone lights up with a notification that sparks your eye.
nettspend_ sent you a dm
oh shit.
you reply, fingers getting entangled in the keyboard.
oh nett! yes whatās up? your thoughts get tangled while writing your response. was that too much? too energetic? fuck whatever.
call me gunner, nett is mad icarly. n take my number beautiful, donāt wanna talk on ig. he replies, attaching his number at the bottom of the message.
your hands trembled, confused on whether or not you should text him now or later. emotions got the best of you and you slowly started typing his number into your phoneā¦
you drafted what you should say many times, not knowing if you should sound excited or laid back.
he wanted to see you??
you were shocked, jaw dropping slightly at his message.
what the fuck.? you thought you were dreaming, pinching at your arms to make sure it was all real.
you check the time on your phone. after all the getting ready it was already 7. you had an hour. lucky you, your hair had been done, makeup set. the outfit was the last one.
āLELANI.ā you ran into the bedroom of your air bnb. she looked up shocked from her phone still humming carti songs.
āholy shit why are you yelling? is everything okay..?ā she asked sarcastically
āBRO. nett texted me he said heās gonna pick me up at 8 i have no idea where we are going or what we are going to do. what should i wear? does my makeup look fine? helpppp oh my gosh.ā you ramble on until she cuts you off
ālisten honey, you look great. body tea face tea, but iām still going to see cartiā she giggles āwear the outfit you planned for the day, he gon love it either wayā she winks at you. āiām bout to head out tho! love youuuuuā she says walking out the door.
you stare at the door she just walked out of, shocked at the fact sheās so nonchalant at the whole situation. you check your phone. 7:45.
āwhy is time flying by.ā you say to yourself walking to your closet to get your clothes.
as you finish getting ready, staring at yourself in the mirror and taking photos for your instagram, your phone lights up with a text from gunner.
you smile after answering him, uploading your post to instagram and hearing all the buzzes.
you hear a beep outside, applying the last bit of lipgloss and blowing a kiss to yourself in the mirror, you walk out.
as you get into his car you feel his eyes following your body, admiring every little inch. his gaze feels hot, making you flustered by his eyes on you.
you look at him, his blue eyes already looking low, assuming he was sparking up earlier with his team. he locks eyes with you, his gaze filled with a look you canāt really place.
āyou look beautiful babyā he puts his focus back on the road and gets ready to pull off. āthank you, you look good tooā you reply, trying not to be awkward.
you drive for little before you feel his hand come off the wheel and rest on your lower knee at a stoplight, his fingertips soft on your skin. you shiver under his touch causing him to chuckle slightly. ādonāt be nervous ma, your all goodā he says driving, moving his hand slightly further up your leg.
after another 10 minutes you pull into what may look like his air bnb heās staying at for rolling loud. he parks the car and gets out to open your door. he helps you out the car and leads you inside.
he walks over and plops on the couch, you examine the way he manspreads, your eyes slowly moving over his crotch.
ācmere baby, we gon roll up n talk.ā he motions for you to come sit next to him.
you walk over and sit next to him, his arm wraps around your shoulders as he perfectly rolls a blunt with his one hand, lighting it and holding it in his fingers.
āopenā he looks at you, placing the blunt in your mouth as you take a long puff. he smiles lightly.
timeskip
after an hour of rolling up and small talk, one thing led to another and your on gunners lap, kissing him sloppily as his hands ran rapidly over your whole body.
you moan lightly into his mouth as he slowly presses his hips into the growing heat between your legs. āgunnerrrrā you whimper
he chuckles deeply. āwhatās the matter pretty? needy hm?ā he groans into the kiss as you continue to press your hips down on him. āmmhm, need you bad.ā you say as he slowly flips you over onto the couch.
he places sloppy kisses all down your body until he reaches the waistline of your shorts. he looks up at you with red, glossy eyes, asking for permission. you nod at him eagerly, the heat between your legs growing needier and needier as you look at him between your thighs.
he undoes the buckle of your jeans, licking his lips as your lace panties are revealed. he places kisses on your clit through the fabric, eliciting a high pitched whine from your lips.
āgunner baby, please, need you more.ā he slowly breathes against your skin as he pulls your panties down. he licks a long stripe up your slit, kissing and sucking on your clit.
you moan softly at his actions as he continues to work his tongue. you feel a familiar pressure in your stomach, the knot starting to tighten as you felt yourself get close.
āmm g-gunner im so cl ugh so closeā you moan out. he stops. he starts to get up and unbuckle his jeans, the tent in his pants obvious to anyone with eyes. he chuckles at you with your nerdy expression, rubbing your thighs together to feel a little bit of relief.
āneedy huh? donāt worry sweet girl iāll give you what you wantā he says slowly pushing his fingers into you. first one, then two, then 3. you throw your head back in pleasure as he pulls his fingers out and licks your arousal off of them.
āgunner baby, pleaseā you whimper waiting for him to give you what you really wanted. āplease what ma? use your words prettyā he runs his hands up his long shaft, groaning slightly at the sensation.
āfuck me pleaseā you say barely audible. he aligns himself with your entrance before pushing into you. hard.
his thrusts quicken in pace as your walls clench around him.
āfuckkkk baby, so fuckin tightā he groans throwing his head back and moving his hand to rub your clit.
āugh oh my god gunner fuck!ā you moan out, feeling the knot continue to tighten in your stomach. ām so close babyā you whine under him as his pace continues to quicken more than you thought was possible.
his pace on your clit goes faster, making loud moans come from your mouth. your pussy clenches hard around his cock as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release
āshitttt y/n. ya gonna cum pretty girl? cmon, cum all over my cock make a mess for me babyā he groans with his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier as he gets closer to his own release.
and with his words, the knot in your stomach finally snaps, your release spilling all over his cock as he slowly finishes, riding out both of your highs.
he pulls out and lays on your stomach. āfuck baby, your so prettyā he whispers rubbing the soft skin of your belly.
timeskip
when you got home you were scrolling through some pictures you took in his car on the way back to your place. you decided to post one, not thinking much of the fact heās posted in his car many times, making it more recognizable.
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itās been about 4 hours since you and gunner hung out. you let your thoughts get the best of you and you texted him. you didnāt like one night stands or meaningless hookups, you didnāt wanna be just another girl.
well, guess your in for a treat.
OKAYYY SO PART 2 lets goooo
sorry if this one is so bad i got writers block mid way through š°
ALSO LMK IF I SHOULD DO LIKE TEXT MESSAGES BETWEEN YALL AND NETT FOR THE SERIES š
in which *ą³ą¼ ian tries to make up for his past mistakes and prove heās worth another chance.
warnings ā¹āā”ā smut! oral (f receiving). unprotected p in v. fingering. pet names (baby&ma) english not my first language.
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you check the time on your phone again, trying not to let the disappointment sink in too deep. itās been over two hours since ian said heād pick you up, and the excitement you felt earlier is long gone.
youād spent the whole afternoon getting ready because he swore tonight would be different. no missed calls, no last-minute bailouts. just him and you, finally.
when thereās a knock at the door, you donāt rush to answer it. youāre not expecting anyone anymore. but when you pull it open, there he isāian, standing with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, his other already reaching for you. his face is soft, expression guilty, and heās mumbling before you can even get a word out.
ābaby, iām sorry,ā he says, stepping closer. āi know i messed up, but just hear me out.ā
you just stare at him, not moving, not giving him anything. āyou promised me,ā you say,āyou said last time was the last time.ā
he hesitates, the flowers trembling just a little in his grip. āi know,ā he starts, but you cut him off.
āyou always know,ā you snap. āyou always say that, but nothing changes. iām tired of giving you chances just to end up like this.ā
he hesitates, his jaw clenching like heās trying to find the right words. āi know, i know. things just came upāā
āagain,ā you cut him off. āit always just comes up. every single time.ā
āyou know itās not on purpose. shit just gets crazy, baby and iām trying to balance it all. you gotta know i donāt mean to hurt you like this.ā
you try to hold on to your anger, to stay firm. it pisses you off even more how good he looks. heās wearing a fitted black tee that hugs his chest and arms just right, and his jeans hang low on his hips. you canāt help but feel heat build up between your legs despite angry you are.
he takes another step closer, his voice low, almost pleading again. āplease, maā¦ let me make it up to you.ā
you hesitate, the urge to stay mad battling with the pull of desire thatās already creeping in.
youre still upset , but something about the way heās looking at you makes it hard to hold your ground. you stare at him for a beat, watching the way his chest rises and falls, the tension in his shoulders.
finally, with a sigh, you step to the side, letting him in. thereās a part of you that knows you shouldnāt, but that part gets quieter with each passing second.
āĖššĖā
youāre barely through the bedroom door before heās got you pinned against it, his hands sliding down your sides like heās trying to memorize every curve. his lips trail down your neck, slow and deliberate, and heās mumbling against your skin.
āgonna make it up to you, ma,ā he murmurs, voice low and rough. āmake you feel so good. promise.ā
he kisses down to your collarbone, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver, and his hands are already tugging your dress up, palms warm on your thighs. he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and half-lidded, and his mouth curves a slight smirk.
āyou deserve better than all that, baby,ā he whispers, brushing his lips against yours, barely touching. āi know i fucked up, but let me make it right. lemme take care of you.ā
he sinks to his knees without breaking eye contact, hands gliding down your thighs as he hooks one over his shoulder. his breath is hot against your skin, and he presses a soft kiss above your knee, looking up at you like heās starving.
āyou gonna let me make it up to you, huh?ā he mumbles, kissing his way up your thigh, slow and teasing. āwanna hear how good i make you feel.ā
his hands grip your hips, keeping you steady against the wall as his mouth finally meets your center, and the first stroke of his tongue is so slow itās almost torturous. you canāt help but gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as he groans against you, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine.
ātaste so fuckinā good,ā he mutters, his lips dragging over your skin between licks. ābeen too damn long, baby. missed this.ā
he sucks your clit into his mouth, and your knees almost give out, but his grip just tightens, holding you up as his tongue moves like he knows exactly how to break you apart. his eyes flick up, and he smirks against you, like heās proud of how wrecked you already look.
āthatās it,ā he breathes out, voice low and rough. ātake it, baby. lemme hear those pretty sounds. gotta know iām makinā you feel good.ā
he keeps working you over with his mouth, like heās got all the time in the world, switching between sucking and licking with just the right pressure. your hands are tangled in his hair, pulling a little harder every time his tongue flicks just right, and he groans against you like he loves it.
āfuck, baby,ā he mumbles, pulling back just enough to kiss your thigh before diving back in, tongue sliding through your folds like heās savoring every second. āiāll never get tired of this.ā
your breath stutters, hips bucking against his mouth, and he just holds you tighter. youāre so close you can barely stand it, thighs trembling around his shoulders, and he just keeps going, humming against your clit like heās got something to prove.
when you finally come, he doesnāt let upākeeps licking you through it, coaxing every last wave out of you, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips like heās grounding you. by the time you catch your breath, your legs feel like jelly, and heās still kissing along your thighs, licking his lips clean.
before you can even process it, heās standing up, hands sliding under your thighs as he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you over to the bed. he lays you down gently, pressing soft kisses to your neck, your collarbone, whispering against your skin.
āgonna make you feel even better, ma,ā he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise. āgotta make sure you know how sorry i am.ā
he settles between your legs again, his hands pushing your thighs apart as he leans down to kiss your stomach, his mouth trailing lower. when his tongue flicks over your clit again, you gasp, sensitive and aching, but he just hums like heās addicted to it.
ācanāt get enough of you,ā he mutters, kissing your inner thigh before his mouth is back on you, slower this timeāmore deliberate. he takes his time, like heās mapping you out all over again, and you canāt help but arch into it, your fingers gripping the sheets.
āian,ā you whimper, and he just chuckles against you, the vibration making you shiver.
āthatās right, baby. say my name,ā he coaxes, kissing up your body again, lips brushing over your jaw as his hand replaces his mouth, rubbing slow circles over your clit.
he keeps his mouth on you, dragging his tongue in slow, teasing circles, and just when you think you canāt take any more, his fingers slide between your folds, one slipping inside you with that perfect, deliberate pressure. your back arches off the bed, and he groans against your clit, loving how tight you feel around just one finger.
āfuck, youāre so wet,ā he mumbles, slipping in a second finger, curling them just right while his mouth stays latched onto you. heās building you up again, dragging his fingers out slow just to push them back in deeper, his tongue flicking over your clit in time with every thrust.
youāre shaking already, thighs clamping around his head, but he doesnāt careājust grips your hip harder to keep you spread open for him.
ācāmon, baby,ā he murmurs against you, voice low and rough. āgive me one more. i know you can.ā
āfuck, ian,ā you gasp, thighs trembling around his shoulders.
he doesnāt rushākeeps that slow, steady rhythm, his fingers fucking into you deep while his tongue flicks soft and lazy. itās overwhelming, the way he knows exactly how to drive you crazy without even trying. your hands find his hair again, tugging desperately, and he just hums like heās proud of how wrecked you are.
you can feel that second orgasm building, your whole body tightening up. heās sucking and licking just right. the pressure finally snaps, and you come hard, moaning his name so loud you swear the whole building can hear.
he doesnāt stop until youāre squirming, too sensitive to take it, and only then does he ease off, kissing his way up your body, leaving soft marks on your hips and stomach.
āso fuckinā pretty when you come for me,ā he breathes against your neck, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his lips meet yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue.
his hands are quick to undo his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free his dick, hard and leaking, and you canāt help but reach out, but he catches your wrist, pressing it back into the mattress.
ānah, baby,ā he murmurs, lips brushing yours. āyouāve done enough. lemme take care of you.ā
he guides your legs around his waist, lining himself up, and just as he pushes in, he lets out a deep, shuddering breath, his head tipping back like heās losing himself in how good you feel.
āfuck,ā he groans, voice low and rough. āso tight for meā¦ always take me so good.ā
he stays still for a second, letting you adjust, his hand lacing with yours, squeezing like heās holding on for dear life. when he finally starts to move, itās slowādeep, deliberate strokes that have you gasping his name.
he presses his forehead to yours, his free hand sliding down to where your bodies meet, thumb rubbing soft, slow circles.
the way heās filling you up, his hips rolling slow but deep, has you seeing stars. he keeps kissing you, sloppy and desperate, like heās trying to memorize the way you taste. every thrust gets a little rougher, his control slipping the more you clench around him.
āfuck,ā he pants, squeezing your hand tighter. āyou feel too good.ā
youāre close again, that familiar pressure building low in your belly, and he knows itāhe can feel it in the way your thighs tremble around him, your breath hitching with every thrust.
āgonna come for me again?ā he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. āgonna let me feel you squeeze me, huh? youāre so fuckinā pretty when you do.ā
youāre too far gone to respond, just gasping his name as your body tenses up, and thatās all it takesāhe speeds up just enough, his thumb pressing harder, and you come undone around him, crying out as your walls clamp down.
he groans, burying his face in your neck, trying to hold out a little longer, but you can feel him losing it.
āfuck, where you want me, baby?ā he breathes out, voice rough and strained. ātell me.ā
āin me,ā you whisper through shaky breaths, nails digging and scratching his back.
his hips stutter, and he curses under his breath as he slams in deep, spilling inside you with a low, throaty groan. he stays there, buried to the hilt, his lips brushing your neck as he mumbles.
he doesnāt pull out right awayājust stays pressed close, letting his breathing slow as he kisses your jaw, your cheeks, anywhere he can reach.
āhate myself for making you think i donāt care about us.. swear iāll do better, babyā¦ promiseā¦ā
