sophia’s gf

puppy!phia who… gets super grumpy and pouty when manon leaves without her. she’ll whine until manon gives her her “goodbye kisses” and promises her a special treat later.

owner!manon who... lets sophia “help” her with her makeup. sophia usually just ends up staring at manon’s face and giving her a hundred compliments, but manon finds the distraction and the worship adorable.

puppy!phia who… doesn’t care about toys or treats as much as she cares about manon’s attention. she’ll drop her favorite things right in manon’s lap, then just stare at her until manon speaks.

owner!manon who... keeps a whole album on her phone dedicated to pictures of sophia sleeping. she doesn’t take them to share; they’re just for her to look at when she misses her puppy.

puppy!phia who... absolutely melts when manon scratches her ear. she leans into the touch, going completely soft and letting out a sleepy whimper, and manon loves to tease her when she finds a tiny drool patch forming on her shoulder.

owner!manon who... lets sophia “guard” her most valuable things. she’ll place her fancy designer watch or her wallet right beside sophia when they’re sleeping, and the responsibility makes sophia feel so important, keeping her awake and alert until manon gently pets her into sleep.

puppy!phia who... is super clumsy and always running into things, but she never cries! she just looks at manon with big, sad eyes until manon checks her over and gives her head pats.

owner!manon who... lets sophia use her lap as a pillow, no matter what she’s doing. if manon is busy studying or playing a game, sophia will just flop down, and manon will keep working, her free hand gently massaging sophia’s head the whole time.

puppy!phia who... always saves the last bite of whatever snack they’re sharing for manon, even if she really, really wants it. it’s her way of showing manon that she’s her number one.

owner!manon who... has bought sophia a dozen different kinds of comfy beanies and hats to protect her sensitive puppy ears from the cold wind or loud noises. she gently pulls them over sophia’s ears before they leave the dorm, treating her so carefully.

puppy!phia who... only uses the word “mommy” when she’s completely desperate for manon. she’ll whimper it right into manon’s ear, trailing off into a little panting sound.

owner!manon who... loves to test her baby’s limits by delaying pleasure. she’ll make sophia wait until sophia is shaking and whimpering her name. manon enjoys watching her puppy reach the point of desperate, needy obedience.

puppy!phia who… gets really vocal and whiny during sex, begging manon to tell her she’s hers. she needs the constant praise and verbal affirmation to feel completely satisfied.

owner!manon who... sometimes makes sophia strip and sit quietly on the bed while she gets ready. she’ll intentionally ignore sophia’s needy whimpers, just admiring the way her puppy struggles to be still and wait for her command.

puppy!phia who... gets off on manon calling her “my puppy” in a low, commanding voice. it makes her head fuzzy and her body instantly submit to whatever manon wants.

owner!manon who... uses a firm, single-finger tap on sophia’s jaw to redirect her attention during kissing. it’s a non-verbal command that reminds sophia, "you look at me and only me," and the control makes sophia’s breath hitch.

puppy!phia who... has to check manon’s scent whenever she comes back from being out. she’ll sniff manon’s neck and clothes, and if she finds any unfamiliar perfume, she’ll whine until manon lets her put her scent all over her again.

owner!manon who... likes to use sophia’s tail as a pleasure trigger. a slow, deliberate stroke right at the base of the tail when sophia is busy doing something else—like trying to talk—is enough to make her forget her words and gasp, turning her focus completely to manon.

puppy!phia who... instinctively licks manon’s inner thigh when she’s going down on her. it’s a puppy habit, a soft, quick lick to show devotion, and it drives manon crazy every time.

owner!manon who... is obsessed with sophia’s puppy noises when she’s getting off. the high-pitched whines, the little muffled yelps, the desperate little whimpers of “mommy”.

puppy!phia who... gets super sensitive to touch right before climax, and she’ll start nipping softly at manon’s shoulder or neck, needing the slight pressure to ground herself while she loses control.

owner!manon who... has a rule that sophia has to ask permission before she touches manon intimately. if sophia forgets and just goes for it, manon will stop everything, give her a sharp look, and make her apologize and start the request over again, properly.

puppy!phia who... gets turned on when manon acts strict or dominant. if manon gives her a sharp, serious look about her messy room, sophia’s tail will give a little nervous wag, and she’ll get needy for manon later.

professor bannerman leaned back in her chair, the worn leather sighing in protest. she had been watching sophia laforteza for almost two months now, a fascinating, frustrating kind of observation that had become the unexpected highlight of her otherwise dull semester.

sophia. god, the girl was a study in contradictions. on one hand, she was a walking cliché: the teacher’s pet with flawless grades and the unbelievably earnest eyes. everything sophia did, she did with a sort of painful, eager-to-please perfection. the papers she turned in for other classes, the ones manon occasionally skimmed when they were left on her colleagues’ desks—they were pristine. not just good, but perfect grammar, elegant phrasing, and the penmanship was like something out of a victorian novel, loops and tails all exactly where they should be. she was smart, undeniably.

except when it came to manon’s class. mathematics is sophia laforteza’s kryptonite.

sophia was failing. not miserably, but failing enough that it was an easy, clean piece of leverage. her current grade was rather… disappointing, and manon knew that number weighed on the girl like a physical burden. sophia couldn’t stand failure; it was inconsistent with her entire people-pleasing persona.

it was that desperation for approval, that need to be good, that made her such a loser. a hot loser, though.

manon caught herself thinking about the girl. she’s beautiful in that fresh, unblemished way only a twenty-two-year-old can be. soft features, long legs, and a face that could launch a thousand ships, or at least launch a thousand rumors.

and that’s where the loser part turned into the fascinating part.

the whispers were persistent. sophia, the kind, naive, always-gets-used-and-never-notices sophia, was rumored to have a dick. a huge one.

manon didn’t actually believed it at first. it seemed too absurd, too fittingly dramatic for the campus gossip mill. but the more she watched, the more she saw the way sophia moved, the slight hesitation when she sat down, the way she sometimes nervously adjusted her pants, the less like a joke it seemed. and the curiosity, a slow, predatory coil, tightened in manon’s chest.

the plan was simple. use the math grade as bait. reel her in. find out the truth.

manon reached for the office phone, her lips curving into a slow, satisfied smirk.

she dialled sophia’s phone number, letting it ring twice before the girl answered, her voice bright and overly eager.

“uhm, hi? who’s this?”

“hello, sophia. this is professor bannerman.”

“professor bannerman? oh, um… hello, ma’am! is everything alright?”

god, she is going to be so much fun to break.

“i need to speak with you about your grade. are you free to stop by my office in about… forty-five minutes? i have a few minutes between office hours and my next meeting, and this really can’t wait.”

“oh! yes, professor, absolutely. i’ll be right there. thank you so much for the opportunity, ma’am.” the sheer relief and gratitude in her voice was almost pathetic. the fish was hooked.

“i’ll see you then, sophia.” manon hung up without another word, picking up a pen and tracing a line across sophia’s printed-out d-grade transcript.

if she’s being completely honest, sophia’s barely legal in other people’s eyes, at least for her, for manon. it would be so, so wrong. but then again, barely legal… is legal, right?

sophia needed her; she was the key to the girl’s pristine academic record. sophia would do anything, absolutely anything.

exactly forty-five minutes later, sophia knocked quietly on the ajar door, a faint blush high on her cheeks. she was wearing a simple dark navy sweater and faded jeans, but even in those clothes, she was undeniably attractive.

“come in. lock the door.” manon’s voice was low, devoid of the friendly professional lilt she usually used for students. it was the voice of a professor in her private space, ready for a serious, perhaps uncomfortable conversation.

sophia slipped inside, shutting the heavy oak door with a gentle click. the office instantly felt smaller, the air thicker. it smelled faintly of manon’s expensive, smoky perfume and old paper.

“thank you for seeing me, ma’am,” sophia murmured, clutching the strap of her bag. she looked like a nervous fawn, ready to bolt.

“sit down.” manon gestured to the plush leather chair positioned across from her large, mahogany desk. the chair was soft and comfortable, a deliberate choice to make the student physically at ease while manon dismantle her psychologically.

she waited until sophia was settled, her back straight and her hands neatly folded in her lap, before speaking.

“let’s be frank, sophia. i called you in here because i find your situation… baffling.” manon picked up the transcript, tapping it lightly with a perfectly manicured nail. “i’ve reviewed the notes from your other professors—dr. kim, professor jones. they paint a picture of a stellar student. a truly exceptional mind for history, literature, even philosophy. your work is always thorough, impeccably organized, frankly beautiful.”

sophia’s blush deepened, but a faint, pleased smile touched her lips. she preened easily under the praise, even when it was delivered in such a cold, analytical tone.

“thank you, ma’am.”

“don’t thank me yet,” manon cut her off. “because then we come to this.” she slid the paper across the desk, making sure the giant, bold d for the final projected grade was clearly visible. “a d. now, i’m not interested in your excuses, but i am interested in the disparity.”

manon leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, her sharp gaze pinning the girl. “how can a mind so capable of complex literary analysis or historical synthesis be so utterly incapable of grasping a few basic mathematical concepts?” she paused, letting the silence hang, letting the insult settle. “it suggests either a mental block, or, perhaps, a simple lack of effort in this particular discipline.”

sophia flinched, her eyes widening. “no, ma’am! i promise i’ve been trying. i… i really do try. i study every night, i do the practice problems, i just… the numbers confuse me so, so much.” her voice was a near whisper, trembling with the fear of disappointing her professor.

manon scoffed softly, a dismissive sound that was more effective than any shout. “the numbers confuse you. yet you can manage to sort out the logistics for three different student clubs, run errands for half the faculty, and organize class presentations for other students? all while maintaining a near-perfect gpa in every other subject?” manon’s eyes narrowed, a cold, intense look. “that sounds less like confusion and more like… selective apathy.”

sophia’s eyes welled up instantly. manon felt a distinct, pleasing twist in her gut.

“i’m not apathetic,” sophia whispered, her voice cracking. “i don’t want to fail. i want to be good at this, for you, ma’am.”

manon softened her gaze just a fraction. this was the moment to manipulate. she slowly stood up, circling the desk just like she did in class, but this time she stopped right beside sophia’s chair, looming over her. she put her hand on the back of the plush leather, close to the girl’s shoulder, but not touching.

“i know you want to please people, phia. it’s a defining quality of yours, isn’t it? almost a compulsion.” manon’s voice dropped lower, husky and confidential. “you’ll do anything to keep people happy. to avoid disappointment.”

sophia nodded miserably, sniffing softly, a single tear tracking a path down her cheek.

“you pass perfect papers, you run perfect errands, you strive for perfect scores… and yet, there are things you keep hidden, aren’t there? things that are too… different, too private, to fit into that perfect little box you’ve built for yourself.”

manon leaned down, her mouth close to sophia’s ear. the girl’s body was straight beneath the loose sweater. manon could smell the clean scent of her perfume.

“don’t cry, sweetheart. crying just ruins your pretty face.” manon’s hand finally moved, dropping from the chair to sophia’s thigh, a brief, utterly inappropriate squeeze over the fabric of her pants. “what i want to know is, if you’re so eager to please, why haven’t you tried to please me in the one way that truly counts? with… honesty.”

manon straightened, walking to the desk again, her gaze never leaving the spot where her hand had rested—but sophia’s eyes were fixed on the floor, trembling.

manon perched on the edge of the desk, her voice was now a low, provocative whisper.

“let’s fix this problem of yours, okay?” manon let her eyes drop, slowly tracing a path down sophia’s chest, over her stomach, and settling with absolute certainty on the tight denim of her pants, right where the rumor said the impossible lay. a sly, knowing smile played on her lips.

“they say you’re a loser, a doormat, but that you have a rather substantial secret weapon. an exceptional asset. i’ve seen you try to hide it. the way you fidget, the way you sit.” she leaned in, her breath hitting sophia’s ear.

“i’m a math professor, sophia. but i’m terrible at estimations. why don’t you let me get a… closer look, and we can finally verify the true magnitude of your potential.”

manon held the position, leaning close, letting her words sink deep into sophia’s already troubled mind. the girl was beautiful, even with her face crumpled in a silent, heartbreaking plea. manon could feel the dampness from the single, perfect tear sophia had shed. this wasn’t just about grades anymore; it was about breaking her down to her core, exposing the raw, submissive need beneath the perfect student facade.

sophia couldn’t speak. her lips trembled, and her eyes, wide and hazy, lifted from the floor to manon’s face, then flickered down to the front of her pants again, betraying the shame and the electric jolt of being seen. the silence stretched, thick with manon’s smoky perfume and sophia’s rising panic.

“stand up.” manon commanded, her voice still a low, private whisper, the kind that was only ever meant for one person. it brokered no argument.

sophia obeyed instantly. the chair scraped faintly against the floor as she pushed herself up, her movement clumsy, fueled purely by instinct and the habit of immediate compliance. she stood frozen in front of the desk, hands clenched, eyes still downcast.

manon stood too, sliding gracefully off the edge of the desk. she didn’t walk around it, instead, she took a single, deliberate step, closing the distance between them until the air felt scorching. sophia was a good few inches taller, but manon was the one who towered, her authority radiating outwards.

she reached out, her fingers gently tilting sophia’s chin. “look at me, sweet girl. you’re going to be honest with me now.”

sophia finally met her gaze, her brown eyes swimming with conflicting emotions: fear, embarrassment, and a flicker of something manon recognized instantly—craving.

manon didn’t waste time. she grabbed sophia’s sweater and pushed her against the desk. she moved her hand from the girl’s chin and lifted it, cupping the side of sophia’s neck. her thumb stroked the tender spot right beneath her jaw.

then, manon leaned in, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss right below sophia’s ear. it wasn’t rushed; it was a slow, luxurious press of lips and heat.

sophia let out a tiny, involuntary noise—a choked, pathetic whimper that vibrated against manon’s mouth. her hands clenched tighter, and manon could feel her entire body lock up in a desperate mix of terror and arousal.

that’s it. you can’t run from this. a smug, satisfied feeling blooming in her chest.

manon retreated slightly, her eyes still locked on sophia’s damp, flushed face as she let her hand trail down. the thick dark navy blue sweater felt soft beneath her touch, a stark contrast to the rough denim of the jean pants where her hand finally landed.

manon’s fingers were steady as they undo its button and hooked onto the metal of sophia’s zipper. it took only a second, a quiet sound as the brass teeth parted. manon’s fingers dipped into the open fly, past the flimsy cotton of the boxers, and wrapped around the heat waiting within.

the shock was visceral.

manon had expected large. the rumors had been legendary. but nothing prepared her for the sheer, demanding girth that filled her entire palm. it was heavy, hot, and instantly throbbing against her delicate skin. it felt like a prize. a truly exceptional asset indeed.

a sharp gasp tore from sophia’s lips, louder this time. “m- ma’am…” it was a half-plea, half-choked moan.

manon ignored the title, her eyes never leaving sophia’s face. her thumb stroked the velvety head, feeling the wetness already seeping onto the fabric of the underwear. manon watched as sophia’s eyes fluttered, then opened wide, completely dilated and fixed on manon’s own, seeking direction. sophia was watching manon’s expression, terrified she might recoil or mock her, waiting for the verdict.

manon smiled, slow and predatory. “you’re so big, baby.”

she didn’t release her grip. instead, she used her other hand to help guide the denim and boxer fabric down, just enough for the thick length to escape, erupting free into the cool office air. it was immediately hard, a deep magenta colour, slick with precum.

manon finally let herself look down at the sheer, undeniable magnitude of the cock she held, then back up at the girl’s desperately pleading eyes.

“look at you. so eager to be my good girl, and all this time, hiding this big, big secret under ugly jeans and those ridiculous, oversized sweaters,” manon murmured, beginning a slow, firm stroke down the shaft.

sophia gasped, her back arching, pressing her hips toward manon. “nnngh. please… ma’am…”

“don’t call me that when i have my hands on your cock, sweetheart. it feels so wrong, doesn’t it? so dirty,” manon breathed out, the words laced with pleasure. she increased the speed, watching the pure, unfiltered lust finally overpower the shame on sophia’s face.

the sounds started then—not just whimpers, but low, desperate moans that sophia tried, and failed, to swallow. manon gave her a sharp, satisfied look.

“you wanted me to touch you, don’t you? you’re such a pervert. a brilliant girl who can’t do simple math, but all you really want is to be ruined by your mean math professor.” she pulled her hand back, giving only the barest, teasing friction with her fingertips before letting go completely.

sophia cried out—a wounded, needy sound. “ah! no, ma’am. don’t stop. please.”

manon reached out, grabbing the thick length again, stroking it once, twice. sophia’s eyes rolled back in her head.

“i said, don’t call me that. i’m taking care of you, baby. i’m fixing your problem. i’m giving you what you really need,” manon whispered, bringing her face close. “now, call me what i am.”

sophia whimpered, tears beginning to spill again, mixing with the sweat on her temples. “m- m-…” she struggled with the word.

manon gave a sharp squeeze, right at the base. “now, sophia.”

“mommy,” sophia finally choked out, the word thick with shame and a rush of agonizing need. “oh god, mommy… please… don’t stop.”

a powerful, electric shiver ran through manon. a perfect, filthy fit for the teacher’s pet.

“good girl.” manon smiled, and this time, it was a genuine, conquering expression. “now, mommy is going to take care of you.”

she knelt slowly, never breaking eye contact, letting sophia watch every movement, every deliberate action. the moment manon’s mouth closed over the head of her thick cock, sophia let out a strangled, breathless cry.

manon was thorough. she used her tongue, her throat, the heat of her mouth. she worked it hard, deep, and fast, pushing sophia quickly toward the edge, rewarding the girl’s desperate obedience. sophia leaned heavily on the desk, her fingers digging into the mahogany, her hips bucking helplessly against manon’s face. she was completely lost, a whimpering, beautiful mess.

“look at you, so fucking pathetic,” manon mumbled, pulling back just enough to talk before sucking hard again.

“i’m… i’m going to– mommy!” sophia was trembling violently now, a low, guttural moan building in her chest.

manon didn’t stop until she felt the hot, pulsing surge against her tongue. sophia’s release was loud, messy, and a lot. the girl collapsed, her body slumping a bit.

manon slowly rose, wiping her mouth with her thumb, feeling the sweet taste of her victory. sophia was a shuddering, breathless wreck.

“there. now,” manon said, her voice now playful, triumphant, “it’s time for you to do a little extra credit for mommy.”

manon walked back to the desk, climbing onto the large surface, settling herself in the center, making sophia face her. she pulled her skirt up, revealing a pair of delicate, lacy panties that were already slick and damp.

“you see, baby, your mommy is a lot like you. she needs to be pleased. and you are going to show me just how eager you are to please me, by doing exactly what i tell you.” manon spread her legs, offering the view. “kneel, phia. go on.”

sophia, still dazed and trembling, looked at her professor, now positioned as an irresistible, commanding goddess on the desk. the fresh cum was still glistening on her cock, but the desire to obey and prove herself was already overriding the pleasure.

slowly, carefully, she knelt on the tiled floor between manon’s spread thighs, her hands braced on manon’s knees. she felt the heat, the musk, the powerful authority radiating off her professor. sophia took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes locked on the dark, wet fabric clinging to manon’s core.

“take them off with your teeth,” manon instructed, her voice a low, throaty purr.

sophia lowered her head, the shame and the desperation mixing into a powerful, hot cocktail of obedience. her lips brushed against the lace, and with a slight tug, she pulled the wet fabric down, discarding it on the floor.

manon let out a sharp, surprised exhale. the sight of her own glistening, throbbing clit, now perfectly framed by sophia’s obedient, kneeling body, sent a shockwave of need through her.

“good.” manon whispered, tilting her hips slightly. “make me forget about every single one of your terrible grades.”

sophia didn’t need to be told twice. she was already hungry to prove herself. her eyes, now focused and intent, studied the wet, beautiful center of her professor. sophia opened her mouth, leaning forward. manon grasped the back of her head, pulling her in just as sophia’s hot, wet tongue made first contact.

manon’s breath hitched, her back arching against the cool, hard wood of the desk.

a deep, satisfied groan rumbled in her throat. the sound was raw, completely unlike the controlled professor everyone else knew. sophia’s tongue was relentless, hot and wet, immediately finding the sweet, swollen nub and circling it with an almost scientific precision.

“oh god. you are an exceptional student, sophia. the best i’ve ever had,” manon moaned, her voice sweet and unfamiliar.

sophial was determined to excel at this—the messy, needy command of her professor. she wasn’t just licking; she was tasting, savoring, devouring. her breathing grew ragged, the scent of manon’s arousal filling her nostrils, a powerful, addictive musk that made her own cock, still slick with cum and peeking out of her half-down jeans, pulse with renewed intensity.

manon’s hands tangled themselves in the strands of sophia’s hair, not to pull her away, but to press her closer, harder against her clit. “that’s it, baby. eat mommy out,” manon breathed.

sophia began sucking, drawing the slick, thick juices deeper into her mouth, a desperate sound of consumption escaping her throat. the sounds were shameful and loud: the sloppy wetness, manon’s escalating cries, the desperate sounds of a student trying to earn a perfect score in a subject she never knew she cared about.

she’s a natural, manon thought hazily, her head lolling back as waves of intense pleasure crashed over her. the girl can’t tell a tangent from a sine wave, but she knows exactly how to use that mouth.

manon shifted her hips, grinding herself against sophia’s face, a powerful, hungry motion. “you like that? licking up your mommy’s slick, you pathetic girl?”

sophia only moaned into her pussy, a muffled sound of acceptance and overwhelming need, only pausing to suck in a shaky breath before diving back in with more intensity. the knowledge that she was the one creating this delicious, loud mess—the one who held manon’s pleasure entirely in her control—was a drug.

“so hungry.” manon chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated deep in her own core.

“fuck. faster, baby. please.” manon’s breath was coming in short, harsh gasps. her face was flushed crimson, glistening with sweat under the office lamp.

sophia responded instantly, the pace increasing tenfold, her tongue working with a desperate frenzy. she felt manon’s core tighten and spasm hard against her mouth.

then, a high, utterly abandoned scream tore from manon’s throat, immediately muffled by her hand as she remembered where they were. but the sound was already out, a shattering expression of complete loss of control. manon’s body locked up, her legs stiffening, her tight inner walls clenching around nothing.

she came hard, a deep, shuddering climax that left her trembling and panting heavily. the aftershocks continued to roll through her, making her twitch and moan quietly.

sophia kept going, even through the wave, greedily licking up the final remnants of manon’s release, confirming the completeness of her success. only when manon let out a soft, final sigh of spent pleasure did sophia draw back, her face smeared with sweat and arousal, her eyes shining with pride.

she looked up at manon, her chin trembling, silent, waiting for the next instruction, the next test.

manon took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes hazy, fixing on sophia’s expectant face. she was gorgeous, and absolutely hers. the control was intoxicating. manon lifted a trembling hand and gently cupped sophia’s cheek.

“you did so good, my love. you really are mommy’s perfect little slut, aren’t you?” manon whispered, her voice still rough with exhaustion and satisfaction. her eyes drifted down to sophia’s still-exposed, cum-slick cock, still standing stiffly from the excitement of watching manon fall apart.

manon had her now. body, mind, and soul.

manon remained seated on the desk, her skirt still bunched high around her waist, legs dangling slightly off the edge. her body was limp and heavy, sunk into the smooth, cool mahogany, yet her eyes held the sharp, focused energy of a predator who had just finished a large, satisfying meal.

“get up, phia.” manon’s voice was low, thick with the languor of her recent climax, yet still carrying the unmistakable weight of command.

sophia obeyed without hesitation. she scrambled to her feet, her hands going instinctively to the zipper of her jeans, a reflexive, anxious move to cover her exposed erection.

“don’t you dare,” manon warned, her eyes sharpening immediately. “don’t you ever hide that from me ever again.”

sophia froze, her fingers still gripping the denim of her pants. her shoulders slumped in immediate contrition. “i’m sorry, mommy.” the title came easier now.

manon smiled, a slow, predatory curving of her lips. she extended one leg, hooking her heel lightly into the crease of sophia’s hip. “come here. closer. stand between mommy’s legs.”

sophia shuffled forward, her movements clumsy, her eyes fixed on the powerful contrast of manon’s delicate legs and her own thick, cum-slick cock. she stood exactly where manon had commanded, her body framed perfectly between her professor’s knees. the heat radiating from manon was intoxicating, merging with the throbbing heat of her own arousal.

manon reached out, her hands circling sophia’s back, pulling the girl’s body in until sophia was standing flush against the desk. the head of sophia’s magnificent cock brushed the wet, swollen lips of manon’s pussy, the contact eliciting a sharp gasp from them both.

sophia’s breath hitched, her eyes dropping closed as manon’s hand pressed lightly against her cheek. she leaned into the touch, a pathetic display of absolute surrender.

“you’re mine.” manon purred, her lips brushing against sophia’s lips. she tilted her head, her arms sliding up to coil loosely around sophia’s neck.

manon ran her hands down to sophia’s shoulders, feeling her muscles tense beneath the fabric of the sweater. “relax, you’re nervous again.” she gave a gentle, but firm, squeeze, pulling her mouth closer to sophia’s ear.

“think you’re so big, baby? think you can fit this huge cock inside mommy?” manon taunted, her eyes never leaving the girl’s face as she angled her hips slightly, shifting her weight on the desk to present her core. she parted her lips, letting a long, wet breath wash over sophia’s ear.

sophia started to tear up again, the shame of her size mixed with the burning desire to be inside her professor making her eyes well up with fresh tears. “it’s… it’s too big, mommy. i might hurt you.”

“stop being such a pathetic loser,” manon snapped, the severity of her tone slicing through sophia’s doubt. “you think you get to decide? you think i brought you here to reject your gift?” manon grasped sophia’s hips, her grip sharp and demanding. “you are going to give this to me, and you are going to use that thickness to utterly ruin me.”

manon held her own breath, forcing her body to relax around the looming entry. she lined up the tip, and with a grunt of intense concentration, manon pushed down on the desk, slowly, grinding her hips against the head of the shaft, forcing herself to take the first agonizing inch.

a choked cry of discomfort mixed with exhilaration ripped from manon’s mouth. sophia whimpered and tensed.

“oh god… so tight,” manon gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, the pain exquisite and overwhelming. sophia was stretching manon ruthlessly. her muscles clenched, grasping onto the shaft in an instinctual, needy response.

“i- i told you, mommy! i’m sorry,” sophia choked out, the tears flowing freely now, not from sadness, but from the unbearable conflict of pleasure and fear of hurting the woman who now owned her.

“shut. up. don’t you dare pull out, sophia.” manon commanded, leaning her head on the girl’s shoulder, her arms tightening around her neck, using sophia’s own body as an anchor. “you will not disrespect your mommy by stopping. push, baby. now.”

manon began to set the pace herself, a slow, deliberate grind, sliding back and forth on the desk. her body adjusted to the punishing girth, and she felt the raw, thick pressure expand deep inside her, the sensation hitting nerves she hadn’t known existed.

sophia started to move then, a tentative, shallow thrusting, following manon’s lead. “h- hah… you’re so warm… mommy… so tight… nngggh.”

manon gasped, feeling the tip go deeper inside her. “that’s it. you feel that, baby? you’re breaking me open. you’re so huge, my phia.” manon’s voice was now breathless, panting in sophia’s ear.

sophia’s shallow thrusts grew deeper, more confident. manon lifted her own legs, wrapping them around sophia’s waist to pull her in tighter, closer, deeper.

manon let out a long, shuddering moan as sophia finally buried the full length to the hilt.

“fuck! you’re so fucking greedy,” manon hissed, grabbing a handful of sophia’s hair and forcing her to look at manon as she took her fully. “you’re such a perfect little slut. you failed my subject just so i would bring you in here and let you use that big, disgusting cock to fill your mommy up, right, baby?.”

“y- yes, mommy, yes,” sophia whimpered, not even registering what manon said. “i want to be inside you. want to be your good girl. want to fill you up. i need to, please.”

sophia’s rhythm became more powerful.

“you’re going to breed your mommy, baby. you’re going to pump your cum deep inside me. do you understand?” manon whispered, her voice a sultry demand.

sophia’s eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. manon had found the right spot, and she was mercilessly driving her into it.

“yes, mommy! i understand. i’m going to fill you up. going to give you babies, going to ruin you!” she cried out, her thrusts becoming frantic, desperate, no longer slow, but hammering into manon with a panicked, needy intensity.

manon gasped, feeling her own core begin to clench, a second, overwhelming orgasm building rapidly. she threw her head back, her fingers digging crescent moons into sophia’s neck.

“cum for me, baby.” manon whispered just as she felt the powerful, shuddering contractions of her own climax hitting her.

sophia groaned, a deep, primal sound that tore from her throat as she pushed in one last, crushing thrust. she emptied herself completely, a thick, hot pulse of heavy cum flooding deep inside manon, meeting the contracting walls of her pussy.

she whimpered before collapsing, her face buried in the crook of manon’s neck.

manon let out a long, ragged exhale, her body limp, completely spent. the weight of sophia’s body, the thick, heavy pressure of her cock still buried deep inside manon, was the most satisfying feeling she had ever known. she felt full, ruined, and completely claimed.

she ran a lazy hand through the damp hair at the nape of sophia’s neck. “don’t move. let mommy enjoy what you just gave her.”

sophia’s body was a crushing weight on manon. she was entirely slack, her mouth open and panting against manon’s neck, the tears on her face mixing with the sticky dampness on manon’s skin. the full, demanding weight of her cock, still deeply buried inside manon, was a trophy. it was the most magnificent, defiant failure she had ever encountered.

manon tightened her arms around sophia’s neck, a gentle, possessive gesture that anchored the girl in place. manon knew sophia was completely gone right now—a hollow shell of a student, completely reduced to a gasping, whimpering girl.

“shhh,” manon breathed, her voice a low, raspy sound of absolute satiation. she kissed the top of sophia’s damp head, near her ear, a gesture that was somehow more threatening than any shout. “you’re so pathetic, phia. can’t even handle a simple climax without crying all over mommy.”

sophia let out a small, miserable noise—a wounded mewl that was trapped deep in her throat. her fingers, which had been digging desperately into manon’s waist, slowly unfurled and lay flat, incapable of maintaining any grip.

“you filled me up so good, baby,” manon continued, her voice soft and dark. she ran her fingertips lightly over the wet, sticky hair at sophia’s nape. “you put that thick, heavy thing in your professor and you made a beautiful mess. look what you did to your mommy.”

manon shifted slightly on the desk, a tiny movement that made sophia’s cock flex deep inside her. sophia gasped, a sharp, sudden intake of air, and pressed her face harder against manon’s skin, hiding from the intensity of the sensation.

“you’re already hard again?” manon chuckled, a low, throaty sound of contempt and pleasure. “you’re such a needy slut. always looking for a place to put that cock. and now you know exactly where it belongs, don’t you?”

sophia nodded her head weakly, the movement just enough to confirm manon’s absolute control. “m- mommy… it’s too much…”

“it’s perfect.” manon corrected, her tone firm.

“pull out, my love. slow. i want to feel every inch of you,” manon commanded.

sophia whimpered again, but her hips moved instantly, the ingrained obedience overriding her exhaustion. the withdrawal was slow and incredibly wet. manon watched, her gaze fixed entirely on the point of separation as sophia’s cock, slicked and shining with manon’s juices and sophia’s thick, creamy cum, reluctantly slid free.

a torrent of fluid followed, spilling onto manon’s inner thigh and dripping down onto the polished mahogany of the desk.

manon stared at the mess for a long moment, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips. “look at that. you made your mommy absolutely filthy.”

sophia’s eyes, red and swollen from crying, followed manon’s gaze down to the creamy, sticky runoff. she didn’t try to look away this time; she simply absorbed the shame, the physical proof of her own pathetic surrender.

“i- i’ll clean it, mommy. i promise.” sophia whispered, already gripping her sweater.

manon shook her head, a sharp, dismissive motion. “no.”

she reached for a handful of tissues from the dispenser on the desk. manon wiped her own thighs first, not with care, but with a rough, contemptuous motion, tossing the cum-soaked tissues onto the floor.

“now, you,” manon said, looking at sophia’s still-exposed, softening cock. “use one of those tissues to clean yourself. and then you are going to zip up those jeans and get dressed. we’re going home.”

“home?” sophia asked dumbly, her eyebrows furrowed.

“yes. home.”

sophia obeyed instantly, fumbling clumsily with the tissues, her fingers shaking as she cleaned herself. the intimacy of the past hour had completely stripped her bare, leaving her feeling exposed and overwhelmingly fragile.

manon watched every movement, making sure the humiliation sank in. once sophia was zipped up, she looked marginally more like the eager, naive student who had entered the room, but the devastation in her eyes was permanent.

“your grade will be adjusted to a c plus. enough to pass, but not enough to be proud of.” manon stated.

manon finally slid off the desk, standing tall, pulling her skirt down but making no attempt to hide the visible wet patch that stretched across her inner thigh.

“and sophia? this isn’t over. you will come to me when i call, you will do what i ask, and you will never tell a soul. your academic career—your life—now belongs to me, the one person who knows what a pathetic, filthy girl you really are.”

sophia lowered her head, the finality of the statement crushing her. she couldn’t speak, could only manage a choked, desperate nod.

a month.

it has been a month since the pool party, since the kitchen encounter, and since the feeling of being completely and utterly filled by her soon-to-be sister-in-law.

sophia tried her best to forget it. she really did. she threw herself back into wedding planning with josh, forcing smiles and nodding along to details about floral arrangements and catering menus. she played the role of the perfect, loving fiancée, clinging to josh like he was her last anchor to reality.

josh, sweet, oblivious josh, didn’t notice anything was wrong. he was just happy. he trusted her completely. and that trust was now a heavy, suffocating blanket of guilt that sophia wore every day.

as for manon, sophia avoided her like the plague. it was easy enough—manon was always busy with work. their encounters were limited to brief, awkward nods across the family dining table whenever manon visits, but even those small moments felt like an electric shock. sophia could feel manon’s eyes on her, always, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips.

but lately, forgetting has become impossible. her body is starting to stage a rebellion.

it starts with the food. sophia, the girl who lives for anything sweet and decadent, suddenly can’t stand the smell of her favorite coffee. one morning, she takes a sip of her usual caramel macchiato, and a wave of raw nausea hits her. she runs to the bathroom, dry-heaving violently.

“babe, are you okay?” josh asks from the doorway, looking concerned. “was the coffee bad?”

“yeah, maybe that.” sophia lies, her voice raspy.

it’s not only that. the smell of josh’s favorite aftershave started making her gag. she was exhausted all the time, falling asleep mid-text. she felt like her body was moving underwater.

the nausea comes and goes, a quick, sharp reminder of something being very, very wrong. then there’s the exhaustion. sophia used to be a machine. back then, she was capable of managing a full schedule, planning a wedding, and still looking flawless. now, she feels like she’s moving through cement. she falls asleep on the sofa mid-conversation with josh.

“hey, have you been okay? you look kind of sick lately.” manon asked her one night, catching her alone by the fridge. she’s wearing a plain white shirt and grey pants, looking infuriatingly hot.

sophia glared at her. “leave me alone, manon.”

manon just leaned against the counter as her eyes slowly trails down sophia’s tired frame. “what? i was just asking. sungit naman. baka need mo ng…” she said with a laugh.

and sophia felt a sudden, irrational spike of panic and slammed the fridge door shut. “asshole.”

she hurried away before manon could say another word.

then comes the real problem. the thing she’s been trying not to think about, the thing that sends a cold dread through her every morning: her period has been late. not just a few days late—almost three weeks late.

sophia tries to rationalize it. stress. all the hassle of wedding planning. the guilt. those things throw off your cycle, right?

but the nausea isn’t stopping. it’s getting worse, hitting her hard every morning. and one afternoon, while trying on a shirt, sophia stops dead in front of a mirror.

her chest. it looks... fuller. her nipples look more sensitive. her belly… god, it definitely changed a bit.

a sudden flashback hits her, sharp and vivid: the feeling of manon’s hot cum filling her, the heavy, pulsing sensation deep inside that made her stomach clench.

sophia’s hand flies to her stomach. her heart starts hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

no. fuck no. no way. that can’t be it.

she doesn’t stop to think. she puts her clothes back on, turns around, and practically sprints out of the shop, ignoring the confused glances from the saleslady. she needs a pharmacy. now.

—

sophia is standing in the brightly lit bathroom of josh’s family home, the fluorescent light mercilessly revealing the panic on her face. she has three different pregnancy tests lined up on the counter. she bought the most expensive ones, the ones that promise 99.9% accuracy, maybe hoping if they were expensive enough, they would lie to her.

she locks the door. her hands are shaking so badly, she can barely tear open the foil packaging. this is ridiculous. this is not happening to sophia laforteza. this is something that happens to characters in wattpad stories, not to her.

she forces herself to follow the instructions, the ticking of the digital timer on her phone sounding like a bomb counting down.

she paces the small bathroom floor.

it’s negative. it has to be negative. i’m just stressed.

but what if it’s not? she came so hard. the memory makes her physically recoil, but the details are etched in her brain. manon had been so forceful, so intent on marking her.

and josh... they haven’t even tried to have a baby yet. he wants to wait until after the wedding.

the timer goes off, a high-pitched, mocking beep.

sophia stops breathing. she turns slowly toward the counter.

the first test: positive.

the second test (the cheap one she bought just in case): two pink lines.

the third, digital test: pregnant: 4-5 weeks.

the cold, hard reality hits her with the force of a physical blow. it’s not a surprise. it’s a cold, hard confirmation of the trap.

sophia doesn’t cry. she doesn’t scream. she just stares at the tests, her mind working furiously, calculating the sheer mathematical impossibility of the disaster.

she is pregnant.

the baby inside her is not josh’s. it’s manon’s.

manon’s baby. josh’s own sister.

she feels the guilt towards josh wash over her—not just for the cheating, but for the life growing inside her that is not his. the betrayal is now flesh and blood.

sophia sinks down onto the cold tile floor, clutching her stomach. it feels heavy now, suddenly real. it’s not just guilt anymore; it’s a living secret.

the tears come, not the soft, whimpering tears of submission that manon enjoyed, but hot, wracking sobs of sheer terror. she covers her face with her hands, muffling the sound.

pucha. paano na?

she pictures the family wedding photo: josh, smiling proudly. herself, the beautiful bride. and manon, standing off to the side, her eyes meeting sophia’s—and knowing the truth. knowing that the child sophia is carrying is hers.

sophia looks down at the tests scattered on the floor. she needs to hide them. she needs to pretend this isn’t real.

—

sophia stood by the gate, trying to force oxygen past the tight knot of terror in her throat. she’s wearing a pair of semi-loose cotton shorts and a simple, baby pink camisole. the light fabric offered zero comfort or coverage for how tense her body is. thank god the pregnancy wasn’t showing yet, not to the rest of the world, and especially not to manon.

manon’s already leaning against the car. she looked impossibly cool in a crisp white sleeveless shirt and dark jeans. her hair was neatly tucked into a thin, black durag, and her eyes were focused forward, her face utterly unreadable. she looked like the kind of person who could casually break a person’s life and then drive away without a care in the world. which, sophia thought, was exactly what she had done.

she had successfully managed to hide the near-constant nausea and the slight changes in her body from josh, but hiding from his entire, massive, oblivious family was proving impossible.

the family outing was to a beach house three hours north. sophia stood on the manicured lawn, forcing a smile as josh’s mother handed out keys and car assignments.

“okay, girls!” her soon-to-be mother-in-law clapped her hands cheerfully. “since josh and his father are still waiting for that ridiculous butcher to deliver the meat, they’d take the truck and be about an hour behind us.”

sophia’s heart seized. she knew where this was going.

she then pointed. “manon, you take your car. i’ll go with your aunties in the other car, tapos sa isang car na lang mga pinsan mo. you and sophia go ahead first, okay? that way, makapag-relax naman siya.”

sophia’s smile felt frozen. “ay, tita, i really don’t mind waiting po. i can just keep josh company naman–”

“nonsense, dear!” her tita waved away the objection. “matagal ang byahe! you two need to bond. sige na, sige na. manon, be good and take care of your future sister-in-law, ha? ‘wag pasaway.”

manon just gave sophia a slow, knowing smirk that sent a jolt of panic straight through her stomach.

there was no polite way out. the family was watching, oblivious and happy. sophia gave a weak nod.

she entered the passenger seat as manon surprisingly opened the door for her, feeling the eyes of josh’s mom on her back. manon then slid into the driver’s seat, the leather groaning softly. she didn’s say a word, just started the engine. the low, powerful hum of the car filled the space. manon’s perfume—clean, almost masculine—was suffocatingly close.

for the first 7 minutes, the drive was silent. sophia stared fixedly out the window, every nerve ending screaming. manon kept her eyes on the road, her expression still, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel.

then, with excruciating slowness, manon’s other hand left the gear stick.

it moved in a deliberate arc, crossing the center console and coming to rest on sophia’s thigh. it wasn’t a grab; it was a simple, solid caress resting on sophia’s thigh, just above her knee.

sophia inhaled sharply, freezing instantly. her entire body stiffened, a wire-tight coil of panic. she could feel the immediate heat of manon’s palm.

manon said nothing. she kept her eyes on the road. her hand stayed there, moving with slow, possessive intent. manon began to caress the length of sophia’s thigh, smoothing her shorts down, then running her thumb slowly back up. the action was gentle, yet utterly violating.

“stop.” sophia whispered, the sound thin and weak, lost beneath the engine noise.

manon chuckled, a low, dismissive sound. “shut up. you know you want this.”

manon’s hand continued to caress her inner thigh, the cotton shorts offering no defense. then, her fingers hooked under the hem of sophia’s shorts. unfortunately (maybe) for sophia, she began to tug softly, slowly pulling the fabric downward.

sophia felt the material move. she didn’t want to help, but the pressure was awkward. driven by the intense, shameful urge to alleviate the discomfort and speed up the inevitable, sophia lifted her hips slightly off the seat.

manon’s hand worked quickly then, deftly tugging the cotton shorts down her thighs. sophia’s panties, thin lace, followed just as easily. the fabric slid down her legs. sophia was now completely bare under her camisole in the passenger seat.

manon’s fingers paused, resting on the soft, exposed skin of sophia’s inner thigh.

“spread them. i need a better view.”

sophia didn’t move fast enough. manon exerted a firm, steady pressure on sophia’s left thigh, pushing it gently but irrevocably outwards. sophia, helpless and consumed by shame, obeyed, spreading her legs just enough to grant manon easy access.

manon’s eyes were dark, intense, and focused entirely on the road, yet her hand moved with brutal expertise. she didn’t waste any time.

her fingers began to slide up and down the length of her vulva. the movement was slow, torturously light, teasing the folds without ever touching the sensitive core.

sophia whimpered, a small, broken sound she couldn’t stop. she pressed her head back against the seat. the sense of guilt was overwhelming—she was bare, exposed, and being claimed by josh’s sister while hurtling down a public highway.

“look at you,” manon murmured, her voice laced with mockery. “basang-basa ka na naman. i bet he doesn’t fuck you like i do, huh?”

manon continued the slow tease, her fingers running over her sensitive cunt. the friction against the camisole, the feeling of the smooth leather seat beneath her exposed legs—it was all too much.

manon’s touch became more focused. her index finger found sophia’s clit, pressing down with a firm, circular motion. the pressure was immediate and electrifying, replacing the slow torment with a demanding rush of pleasure.

sophia let out a low, raw moan. she felt a small tear escape her eye, sliding down her cheeks. it was a tear of shame, of self-disgust, and of agonizing, unavoidable pleasure.

manon chuckled, pleased with the reaction. “is that all you got? show me how much you want this, princess.”

manon stopped rubbing the clit and instead slid two fingers deep inside sophia. the sudden fullness was shocking, familiar, and instantly devastating. manon began to move her fingers in and out, slow at first, then picking up a steady, brutal rhythm.

sophia’s breath hitched into sharp gasps. she couldn’t speak. she was lost in the sensation, in the demanding, rhythmic invasion. her hips began to move, rocking instinctively to manon’s fingers, seeking to deepen the pressure. she was riding manon’s hand in the front seat of the car.

“there you go,” manon praised, her voice dropping to a gravelly, pleased tone. “not so guilty now, are we? ride it. ride it for me.”

sophia whimpered again, the sound high and uncontrolled. more tears spilled, but they were no longer just caused by guilt. she pushed her hips down, meeting manon’s fingers with desperate need.

manon began to vary the rhythm, thrusting deeper, finding the sensitive spot that made sophia’s stomach clench and her entire core tighten.

“manz…”

“is this better than josh’s dick? ’di ba mas masarap? you’re being such a good girl for me, my love.” manon grated, the degrading words only pushing sophia further.

sophia pushed her hips down again, arching her back, her hands gripping the sides of her seat. she was only capable of wordless sounds now—sharp gasps, whines, and low moans that manon drank in like a reward.

manon’s fingers went harder, faster. sophia’s climax hit her instantly—a sharp, shattering burst that made her body seize and her vision go white. she was trembling lightly, her hips rocking against manon’s hand even after the climax had passed.

manon didn’t stop immediately. she pulled her fingers out slowly, letting the rush of air intensify the sensation. she rested her thumb directly on sophia’s exposed clit, and began circling them.

“this is all mine. mine only. understood?” manon whispered, her eyes still on the road, her expression perfectly serene.

sophia could only nod, a small, jerky motion of her head, tears streaming silently down her face. the shame was unbearable, but the secret was now sealed not just by pregnancy, but by mutual, agonizing submission too.

manon finally removed her hand. she glanced down at the wet spot on the leather seat and back at sophia, her eyes holding that chilling, victorious stare.

“put your clothes on and, uh, rest for a bit.”

—

the car finally pulled into the gravel driveway of the airbnb, a sprawling wooden house nestled near the beach. the car engine died, and the silence was heavy, thick with the residue of their desperate encounter on the highway. sophia’s entire body felt shaky, her mind still reeling from shame.

manon, however, was immediately back to her calm, controlling self. she unbuckled her seatbelt and didn’t just get out; she walked around the hood and opened the passenger door for sophia.

“labas.” manon ordered, her voice low.

sophia stumbled out, her legs felt like water. she managed to pull her shorts and panties back into place, but the cotton was sticky and the lace was twisted.

manon dropped their bags inside the living room as they arrive and turned to sophia, her eyes sharp and predatory. the family was still a good one hour and a half behind according to josh’s message, and the house was quiet, filled only with the smell of old wood and salt air.

sophia saw her chance. she pointed vaguely down a hallway. “cr lang ako. i need to clean up.” she said, trying to make her voice sound firm. her actual intention was to use the bathroom as a safe haven—to lock the door and wait for josh and the rest of the family to arrive, making any further interaction impossible.

manon noticed the calculating look in sophia’s eyes instantly. she didn't move.

“no, you don't,” manon murmured, her voice deep and dismissive. "you’re not running. you’re coming with me."

manon took one slow step forward.

sophia’s heart hammered against her ribs. the instinct to retreat was overwhelming. she took an involuntary step back, widening the gap between them.

manon smirked, recognizing the immediate fear. she took another deliberate step forward.

sophia, desperate to maintain space, took another step back.

manon took measured steps forward, forcing sophia to continuously retreat until sophia’s back hit something solid: the cold, painted wood of a bedroom door.

manon reached out, her fingers hooking under the edge of sophia’s camisole strap. she ran her thumb lightly across the exposed skin of sophia’s shoulder.

“i know you need to clean up," manon murmured, "but you’re wet. and i want you just like this.”

manon’s eyes were dark, fixated on the racing pulse point at sophia’s neck. sophia felt a wave of dizziness.

manon grabbed sophia’s hair, tilting her head back, and kissed her. manon pulled away quickly, grabbing the handle of the door behind sophia.

"pasok." manon said, twisting the knob. she pushed sophia inside and followed, locking the door with a loud, final click.

shit.

manon shoved sophia toward the bed, pushing her down onto the cool linen sheets. sophia landed, her body uneasy with panic.

manon stood over her, unzipping her dark jeans with slow, deliberate ease. she kicked them off. she was wearing a simple pair of black boxer briefs that did little to hide the powerful ridge already straining beneath the fabric.

manon then went on top of her.

“fuck,” manon sighed breathlessly, her hands removing sophia’s thin camisole strap slowly, followed by her bra.

“manz…” sophia whispered.

manon stared at her chest, eyes sparkling. she flicked sophia’s nipples using her fingers until they fully hardened around her hold, making sophia bite down hard on her own lip.

“look at you, so damn beautiful,” manon whispered quietly, her hands caressing sophia’s waist. “i wonder what josh’s reaction would be ‘pag nalaman niyang nagpapatira ka sa kapatid niya, hmm?”

“s- stop…”

there’s no such thing as embarrassment right now for sophia when she feels manon latching her mouth around one of her sensitive nipples.

“hnnggg,” sophia feels the swirl of heat, “manon,”

manon didn’t respond. she just continued to suck, her free hand reaching down to deal with the obstacle of sophia’s shorts. she grabbed the thin cotton waistband and tore them down sophia’s hips, followed by the lace panties. sophia’s completely bare, save for the camisole twisted around her chest.

manon skimmed the pad of her thumb down through the hot mess gathering between sophia’s thighs, her finger making its way to sophia’s clit, rubbing it in delicate, slow circles. the lightweight dance of her finger made sophia involuntarily buck her hips upward, only to see manon licking the tip of her nipple with vicious focus.

she kept alternately sucking sophia’s shiver-sensitive buds. a sharp, wet slurp broke the connection as manon pulled back, a glistening string of saliva stretching between her mouth and sophia’s chest before snapping. she immediately drove her attention down, adding another finger to repeat the maddening circles on sophia’s clit.

then, manon kissed the line of her jaw. sophia hissed.

“you know how hard i’m going to breed you, right?”

oh, only if you fucking know. sophia thinks.

surges of desperate need shot through sophia’s hips. she bucked down into the underside of manon’s hand. manon’s lips twitched, and she pulled away, her eyes demanding.

“words, baby.”

then abruptly, manon slid a finger, two, before fucking into her tightness. sophia gasped. her hips stuttered, her throat ripping out a moan louder than before. manon moved her wrist gracefully, fingers bumping on her sweet spot.

she added another finger, this time fiercely, harder, deeper, and–

“manz…” a sweet voice snapped manon back to the real world. slowing her jarring actions, manon found that small tears welled up in sophia’s eyes, and her fists were balled in a white-knuckled grip on manon’s crumpled shirt.

“masakit?” manon’s voice held a gentle tone, but her eyes darkened with an intense, proprietary lust. manon curled her fingers inside sophia, feeling her own desire spike in painful spasms at the sight of her tears.

sophia nodded, diamond tears cascading down her face. jesus. manon wanted to break her so bad.

“do you want me to stop?” manon husked on sophia’s neck, nipping on her pulse point. “ititigil ko ‘to kung gusto mo.”

“it’s– i, no. just– just slow down, a– ah, fuck.”

manon’s dark eyes darted across sophia’s expressions, attentively memorizing all the twitch of her muscles.

manon pulled her fingers out of sophia as she wrapped a hand around her now exposed cock, pumping the cum-lathered hardness with a silent groan in the humid air. sophia felt dizzy. so hot.

“what do you want, princess? tell me.”

“just fuck me, please,” sophia screwed her eyes shut, “hurry.”

manon licked her lower lip, pleased. she pumped her cock once. twice, three times. embarrassed, sophia buried her face on manon’s neck.

“you’re too greedy for someone who can’t even take my fingers.”

manon settled herself, making sure that her tip would nudge sophia’s entrance. she lined herself up against sophia’s core just to make sure that she’s aware of the thickness of her cock.

“f– fuck. i can take it. i promise. please. god, please.”

using her hand to angle perfectly, manon placed one hand on sophia’s hip before kissing her lips harshly, interrupting sophia. she groaned gainst sophia's mouth, and then drove forward in one smooth stroke making sophia gasp with a silent cry.

“a– ah, shit, ang sikip.” manon choked at the startling tightness wrapping her cock. it was almost as if she’d hit a roadblock by the way sophia gripped her so tightly.

in a swift, brutal motion, manon flipped them both, pulling sophia up and forcing her to straddle and sit down onto manon’s erection. sophia’s back arched instantly as manon's cock slammed deep inside her from the shock of the forced angle, and she choked out a moan so raw and pornographic that the sound instantly filled the quiet room.

sophia felt the unshed tears making her vision blurry. she couldn't help but rock on manon’s lap as manon leaned back, watching her lead the way. rolling her hips languidly, sophia blindly reached for manon’s hand, biting on her thumb, drooling.

“jesus. sophia.” manon groaned. “what if someone sees you looking so pathetic like this? i bet you wouldn’t even stop, no? saksakyan mo lang ako?”

nodding absentmindedly, sophia let her teeth scrape the pad of manon’s thumb, sucking like a baby.

“pretty little girl,” manon mumbled. replacing the thumb with her two fingers, manon watched her tears fall, wondering how many times josh had seen her like this, how many times he gets to touch her like she does.

a sudden jealousy flared up in manon’s stomach. she groped the flesh of sophia’s ass, digging her nails until it was enough to form crescents. sophia cried out loud when manon started thrusting upwards at a brutal pace.

“manon!” sophia rumpled manon’s shirt, thighs so close to shutting. “too fast a– ah, fuck, slow down.”

manon only buried her face in sophia’s neck, the skin-slapping reverberating inside the room, as well as the squelching filth of their connected bodies. “mine, ah, you’re fucking mine.”

manon wrapped her sturdy arms around sophia’s waist, too overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure as she ignored how sophia writhed over her. manon’s breathing stuttered, her hips jerking strategically to aim deeper, careful to stave off the shameless lust evident on her face with an unyielding dominance.

“too fast. h- hindi ako makakalakad, he’ll notic- ah!”

her mind blurring as she drove herself faster inside sophia. god, the broken sound sophia made was so fucking sexy that manon grit her teeth, struggling to decompress or she might end up ruining her for good.

“shut up.”

“manon, fuck– ah, i can’t,”

“don’t you understand?” manon snapped her hips in a shockwave that caused sophia to waver. “baby, i said shut up and just take me.”

a whine escaped from sophia’s mouth, half aroused at the tender tone. without a warning, she pushed herself to kiss manon.

while all sophia did was kiss and nibble, manon bit. she bit, and sophia lost another half mind, all she heard was the white-steady palpitation of her heart at the copper-like taste of the blood trickling.

“you’re mine. only mine.” manon whispered, deep and scratchy. “can’t wait to put my babies inside you.”

sophia was so absorbed in the feeling that she was startled the moment manon’s head dipped down sharply. looking down, she saw manon latch onto the sensitive skin of her chest, sucking hard and leaving a large, dark hickey that would surely burn for at least three days.

“manz, the marks, ‘wag.” sophia whined.

“i’m sorry, baby, can’t help it.” manon replied softly before letting herself relax and slow down a bit. her knuckles brushing against sophia’s cheeks to wipe her tears away. “you’re taking me so good. such a good girl.”

sophia clenched manon’s shirt, circling her hips. manon, for the first time, let her do whatever she wanted. it felt like a guilty pleasure, having her cock deliciously hugged in a velvety wall with the bare minimal movements.

“sophia,” manon said breathlessly.

sophia bit her quivering lips, already abused by the tears. her lust-induced head compelled her to bounce on manon’s lap and be the good girl manon made her to be.

“ah, fuck, going to breed you so good,” manon subconsciously shifted her hips that it pummeled in the most sensitive part of her walls. she captured sophia’s lips once again. “love using me that much? better than your fiancé, huh?”

sophia whimpered, closing her eyes in shame and denial.

“need you to talk, princess. am i better than him?”

manon looked at her with so much anticipation that it looked adorable.

“y– yes. better than him.” sophia cried out.

manon puffed up in pride. “good girl.”

sophia felt her pending orgasm.

“look at me.” manon commanded. her hips were already propelled to reach the deepest part inside her while sophia whined at the intrusion. she felt as if she was getting split in half by the way manon fucked into her cunt.

“gonna,” sophia whimpered shakily. “gonna cum, m- manon, please.”

manon let herself lean back while still thrusting, and it wasn’t long when sophia started meeting her thrust, riding her aggressively. she gasped, the edge of her eyes filled with tears.

“manon,” sophia sobbed.

manon cupped her jaw to halt her mindless babbles and to kiss her sweetly. she slipped in two fingers on her throbbing clit, drawing close-fitting circles.

muffled, sophia cried. crying because she knew this was wrong, because no one had ever made her feel like this.

manon’s thrusts became violent, the burning desire to keep moving swallowing her in. “fuck, you’re doing so good, baby. taking me so well, m girl– fuck, so tight.”

the moans, the praises, were enough to make sophia tip over the edge.

manon then stilled and came inside sophia with the faint thrumming of her blood ringing in an ultimatum inside her ears. manon’s hands were mercilessly dug on sophia’s thighs that it formed a hue of violet, her cock was still dangerously throbbing inside sophia as she pumped for a few more times for good measure, and her eyes were hooded.

manon pulsated, breeding sophia. “fuck…”

all sophia could decipher was manon husking right next to her earlobes, just as strung-out. “mine.”