faith🐾

Your head immediately snaps to the sound of his voice. "How’d you even get in here?" Your eyes quickly trail over him, and you can immediately tell he has changed in more ways than one. His arms appear slightly more defined as if he had been in the gym. You quickly focus your attention solely on his face.

"I got my ways."

You watch as he slowly approaches you at the vanity, as if he is partially scared you’ll run away like a cornered animal.

"It’s been weeks of you dodging me. Weeks of me looking like a damn fool pulling up here just for you to not be here. You took a vacation or something?"

"That’s none of your business."

He exhales through his nose.

"I’m making it my business. After that night, you went completely ghost."

You shrug nonchalantly as if there’s not a pit in your stomach deepening. "You act like it’s some kind of big deal." You finally stand up from your chair and saunter over to him. In your heels, your legs appear endless, and you slightly overlook him. Even with the slight height difference, he meets your gaze head-on.

"So that’s it? I was just a nut for you?"

"Exactly."

"Say it."

"Excuse me?" He invades your personal space, making you step back slightly.

"Say it yourself. Open your mouth and tell me that’s all it was for you."

You scoff a bit. "You must not be paying attention-"

"Nah, ma. What we not gonna do is play these stupid ass games. Open up that pretty mouth of yours and tell me that night meant nothing to you."

You shake your head a bit in disbelief. You subconsciously attempt to take a step back, but are met by the edge of the vanity. While you were busy making excuses, you failed to realize he was slowly caging in. He closes the space between them, urging you to sit on the edge. He places his hands beside your hips, his cerulean eyes holding you captive.

You look at him with a glare. "Move out of my way." He moves one of his hands to your hip, squeezing ever so slightly. "And if I don’t?"

"I’ll scream." You hold his gaze despite your stomach tightening at his proximity.

"Like you was screaming when I had my tongue all on you?"

You tense as you look into his eyes, the memories immediately flooding your mind. He moves you up the vanity as he stands between your thighs. "You can pretend like there’s nothing between us, fine. What you’re not gonna do is act like I ain’t fucked the daylights out of you. Like I don’t know what you sound like when you’re cumming for me." You push against his chest when he begins to lean in, yet he doesn’t stop.

"You can lie to yourself all you want. Hell, you can even scream for security right now, but what you’re not doing is lying to me. We’re past that. You wanna ignore my texts? Fine. You’re not going to sit here acting like you don’t miss me, even a little bit."

You shake your head in disbelief a soft laugh pushes past your lips. "You think so highly of yourself. You must think you run shit or something? I didn’t think of you for a second while you were gone. At the end of the day, you’re just some dumb kid who doesn’t seem to understand he’s a customer." Your words were intentionally lethal, meant to hurt him, so he’ll let go. Let you go. His throat bobs at your words. You expect silent resignation in his eyes, but all you find is determination.

He pulls from you; your skin immediately feels cold, but that doesn’t matter to you. What matters is he’s leaving for good. He stands at the locker room door with his back to you. You’re counting down the seconds to when the door opens, but it never comes. He locks the door securely, making sure no one can come in or out. He turns to you, leaning against the door. "Okay."

He moves back over to you and snatches the vanity chair so he can sit down between your legs. "You must’ve forgot you already had your time to embarrass me and play me for some kid. We over that. You ain’t leaving until you tell me something real. No bullshit lies, be honest with me."

You can’t stop yourself from sneering at his words. "I don’t owe you anything, little boy." With those words of dismissal, you climb off the vanity, and he immediately tugs you onto his lap, making you straddle him. He holds your hips captive as he peers into your eyes. "Come on, baby." He pleads softly.

You swallow hard and attempt to pull off of him until he begins kissing along your neck. He tugs you closer, his arms now desperately around your waist. Afraid he’ll never see you again. "Nett-" He tenses and abruptly stands up, knocking over the chair to place you back on the vanity. "Don't do that." He is eye level with you. "Don’t you dare try and call me that like we’re strangers." His grasp flexes around you, watching the conflict in your eyes.

"You’re stupid for not letting me go." He relaxes at your words, something real. "And you’re stupid for trying to run." He retorts, tracing his thumb along your skin. "Like you ain’t my woman or something." You cast your gaze to where he is touching. The way he is caressing you is like he is afraid he’ll bruise or tarnish you. Neither of you speaks. He isn’t going to make you, but he has no intention of leaving.

"I left because it felt too real." You admit quietly. "I’m used to the fantasy, the glitz and shininess of it all. I’m not used to the real, and that scares me. So, I ran." You meet his gaze head-on. "I’m sorry."

He leans in to press his lips against yours. You nearly release a faint sound of delight, feeling his lips against yours. You missed him in more ways than one, but that didn’t stop your mind from overthinking. You try to pull away, but he presses closer; his hands and lips are everywhere.

You shake your head and manage to pull from his lips. "We can’t. You need to find someone else, Gun." He nods unconcerned as he trails his hands along your sides. "Yeah? Someone else?" You are too focused on trying not to lean into him or his touch to realize his eyes are between your thighs, staring at your barely there thong. "Yes, someone who…" Your words fall upon deaf ears. His mouth is watering, remembering how you tasted and sounded when he had your essence. While you are rambling on, you fail to see him leaning down. Only when he presses a kiss to one of your thighs do you snap out of your tangent and close your legs.

"Gunner." He looks up at you through his lashes, silently begging. "Don’t give me that look. You need to listen and find yourself a nice, sweet girl."

"But you are nice and sweet." He counters as he nuzzles along your stomach. He is mumbling incoherently, shifting down slowly. He kisses along the edge of the thong. "Gun, baby, we shouldn’t." He undoes the strings along the sides, paying you no mind. He stands up once more, thus pushing your legs apart.

"Get out of your head for me, princess. Just this once, I don’t need your logic; I need you to feel." With those words, he slides his hand beneath the thong, lightly brushing his fingers, already finding you wet. He lets out a groan and presses his forehead to yours. He slowly pulls his fingers back and traces them along your lips. Holding his gaze, you lick your lips with a faint moan.

That sound is the undoing for you both.

He smashes his lips against yours. You tug him closer, causing him to smile into the kiss. He tugs one of your legs over his hip. His lips descend your neck as he undoes his pants. "Baby, we really can’t do this in here-" A sharp moan cuts off any logical thought once he pushes in. He grasps the back of your neck, making sure you’re looking at him. He wants you to know this is him, and his way of declaring. You moan and grasp his shoulder as he pounds away at you. Things jingle off of the vanity, and you cover his mouth as you bite your lip, trying not to make too much noise. He smirks at your hand.

'Aww, you think you’re so clever.' He thinks to himself as he reaches for your bra. Using your free hand, you try to push his hands away, but it is quickly proven to be no use when he snaps off your bra easily. He shoves your hand away, encapsulating a nipple in his warm mouth while he pounds into you. You can’t hold your sounds in and moan freely through the locker room. He pulls away from the now bruised skin to gaze at you, crying in pleasure. He could die right now, and he’d be the happiest man alive. "You’re my girl. My woman, my everything. Say it." He huffs above you as he presses your back to the mirror.

Your lips part, and there’s suddenly a loud knock at the door. "F-Fuck, we have to stop." You pant, attempting to push his hips away. The thrill of someone walking in or just hearing your sounds drives his pace deeper. He tugs at your hair to bite along the side of your neck. "Gunner!" The knocks persist, but you don’t care.

"I’m boutta nut, ma. Do I gotta-"

"Don’t pull out, Gun. Wanna feel all of you." He whines, grasping your hip tightly, lurching forward with a cry. "You’re mine, say it."

"I’m yours, baby. All overs." You wrap your arms loosely around his neck, watching him as you grow closer. His eyes roll back as his hips begin to stutter. Both of your sounds were desperate, as if you needed each other more than anything else. You bunch his shirt tightly and throw your head back with a faint squeal. You tightly wrap your legs around his waist, and he slams in one last time, setting you both off the edge. Your lips meet for a messy kiss as you twitch sporadically around him, while he shoots ropes of seed into you.

Breathing heavily, you pull from his lips and watch as he slowly pulls out. Some of his cum spills out. He scoops it up with two fingers and slides it into your mouth. You suck his digits clean obediently; he shutters as he gently pulls them from your mouth.

You have no time to bask in the afterglow of what you’ve shared when the locker room door is yanked open, revealing irate dancers and, at the forefront, Betsey. Her look of concern drops once she takes in the scene before her.

"And who’s this?" She asks furiously, wondering how security did not catch this. While he is busy fixing his pants, he smirks as if he has all the time in the world, not caring for the extra eyes on him. He is too blissed out.

You turn to her shamelessly.

"My man."

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