#maphinz

Adrenaline is a drug, is Manon’s takeaway after another six hour long rehearsal. Most of the girls are spent, heaving, bodies against the cold studio floor to catch their breaths. It is not that Manon isn’t tired, she is exhausted, but the endorphin pumping through her muscles keeps her on edge.

The sight of Sophia also doesn’t help at all.

Her face is flushed, plump lips swollen from biting down on them while doing reruns of the choreo. Sweat drips down her neck, beads of it travelling down her chest, some collecting on her collarbones. Her strong arms are trembling while she drinks from a water bottle, the cold liquid escaping from the corners of her mouth. Sophia doesn’t mind, the cold falling down her chin helps with the burn of exhaustion; Manon minds way too much, feeling herself twitch in her sweats while the water soaks Sophia’s sports bra.

The way back to Sophia’s apartment is silent, comfortably so. It is such a quick drive, the van reaching the condo in fifteen minutes. Manon has her arm over Sophia’s shoulders the whole time, the leader drifting in and out of sleep against Manon’s neck, hot breath fanning against her skin. She looks so vulnerable and Manon has a hard time thinking straight.

When the car stops, Manon gets up and pulls Sophia with her, palms sweaty. Sophia’s eyes are drowsy, glazed over. She almost trips on herself, but Manon is there to hold her upright. Sophia thanks her, sleepy smile on her lips, and Manon can’t bring herself to say anything. Sophia’s body is too warm, the car nap having made her even more pliant and hazy.

Manon knows Sophia’s apartment like the back of her hand. They stumble inside quietly, Manon holding Sophia by the waist, guiding her to the bedroom.

— How are you still up? — Sophia’s croaks out, voice gravely from tiredness. — I need sixteen hours of sleep, I think.

Manon shrugs, not trusting herself to speak. 

Sophia tugs her leggings off, Manon helping her. The soft, sweaty skin gliding underneath Manon’s fingers almost makes her lose it. Her top is next, soft breasts flushed red from the tightness of the sports bra. Manon runs her hands over the red lines, grazing Sophia’s underboob. Sophia sighs with a smile, pecking Manon’s lips before throwing herself onto the bed belly down.

Manon knows her girlfriend sometimes takes it way too hard on practices and needs a good recovery sleep to become her excited self again. This quiet, small Sophia is rare; she is always so imposing, so worried, kind and fun and talkative. Sleepy Sophia is just Manon’s, and that makes her heart swell.

The problem, today, is that her cock is swelling inside her boxers too.

Her heart is still hammering as if Daniela was shouting out directions for their steps. Her entire skin feels like it is on fire, goosebumps adorning her arms and travelling down her stomach to simmer in the painful tug on her crotch. Sophia had looked so good the entire day, concentrated and serious, dark eyes angry when she missed a step. Now, she looked even better: in just her green panties, the one with little bows, ass swallowing the fabric. Her immaculate back softly goes up and down with her deep breaths, cheek against the pillow, lips slightly agape as a little sleepy sound escapes her throat.

Manon thinks she shouldn’t. Sophia is really tired, they have been on a streak of rehearsals without free days. She is their leader, so hardworking, so hard on herself, and it has been really taking a toll on her energy.

Manon thinks she should, actually. Sophia deserves to be taken care of. And Manon, my god, Manon deserves it, too. Her cock strains further against her clothes, water collecting in her mouth as she thinks of Sophia’s tight heat around her.

So she stops thinking, stripping herself naked. The slap of her swollen cockhead against her belly is painful, so much precum dripping, collecting since they left the studio. She was so patient for waiting until they got home instead of using Sophia’s body in the bathroom, is what Manon tells herself as she wraps her hand around the base of her shaft, pressing down hard to feel it throb. Sophia loves when she is twitching against the leader's lips, so it's ok if Manon takes it without asking just this time. She wouldn’t want me to be in pain, Manon repeats to herself, flushed cockhead so wet and hot, veins thrumming under her own fingers.

Manon kneels in between Sophia’s legs, careful to not stir her awake. We both deserve it, she murmurs, carefully resting her cock between Sophia’s cheeks. 

The warmth is immediate, Manon having to choke back a moan. The soft fabric of Sophia’s panties is heavenly against her sensitive length, and she can’t hold herself back for long; she starts slowly rubbing up and down her girlfriend's ass, hands trembling with the effort of holding back.

Sophia sighs, body warm from sleep. Manon can see that she is drooling a little bit onto the pillow, and she has to hold back the urge of shoving herself into Sophia’s tight throat. She would probably wake up choking, eyes getting watery. Maybe she would even try to push Manon away, throat constricting around Manon’s cockhead when it breached it, her dick print bulging Sophia’s neck.

Sophia’s panties were soaked with Manon’s precum as she daydreamed about training her mouth, fucking her sleepy face until Manon bred her throat. She was supposed to get off quickly, but her fantasy was making her delirious.

Manon pushed Sophia’s panties aside, reveling in how sticky they were against her girlfriend’s pussy lips. Even asleep, even exhausted, Sophia was always so ready for her. How could she hold back?

Manon’s hands softly grabbed Sophia’s ass, thumbs digging into the skin to spread her open. Wetness shone when Manon parted Sophia’s lips, a strangled whine leaving Manon’s mouth.

Sophia stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up. Maybe, if Manon put just the tip in, she would remain asleep. Manon breathed in deep, eyes wide trying to restrain herself, pressing her cock into her girlfriend.

Sophia’s cunt swallowed Manon’s cockhead, the stretch familiar but tighter. Manon closed her eyes, stars behind her eyelids, arms shaking. Manon didn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t that Sophia would be fluttering around her cock, walls thrumming around the invasion, as if her body was trying to understand the feeling of being split open without warning.

Manon almost came on the spot, hips stuttering one more inch inside without meaning to. She tried to slow down, but Sophia was getting wetter and Manon could feel it around her tip. Sophia was always already dripping when Manon fucked her — they always got a little too carried away with foreplay, especially because of Manon’s size, always stretching Sophia on her fingers first as to not hurt her — so this new feeling, of Sophia slowly opening up around Manon, of her pussy giving in, growing slicker by the second, was driving Manon insane.

Sophia was so strong, too. She loved fighting Manon for control, forcing Manon to service her. But not now; now her entire body was pliant, soft underneath Manon’s hands, like a doll. God Manon wanted to fuck her sweet doll open so bad, shove her girth in without a care, wake Sophia with the feeling of being stretched beyond what she could handle. 

Another inch slipped inside, tougher than the first, Sophia’s pussy gripping her cock until Manon was out of breath.

Sophia breathed out, lips glossy with drool, her eyes fluttering open.

Manon felt her heart stop, suddenly very aware of how disgusting she was for using Sophia like this. That made her cock twitch inside Sophia’s velvety heat.

— Come on, baby… — Sophia’s voice was so raspy and she still looked half asleep. Her eyes were glossed over, empty stare not meeting Manon’s gaze. Her face had a soft blush, sweat travelling down her temple.

— You can use me, use my cunt all you want… — her voice was drowsy, as if she was slipping in and out of consciousness.

Manon whimpered so loud, finally letting go, shoving inch by agonizing inch into Sophia. Sophia’s back arched softly, her body not having the strength to bend like she usually did, but that only made Manon wilder. The thrusts were hard, deep, Manon’s cockhead bumping her cervix, the wet slap of Manon’s balls against Sophia’s puffy clit making them both roll their eyes into their skulls. 

Sophia didn’t have the energy to fuck herself back, nor to grind in circles against Manon, things she usually loved doing, looking defiantly over her shoulder, filthy glint in her eyes as she asked Manon to go harder. Not this time; right now Sophia could do nothing but hold onto the pillow, body rocking with the strength of Manon's thrusts, drool falling down her chin as breathy moans escaped her ajar lips.

— You feel so good, f-fuck, babygirl, I needed you. —  Manon moaned out, pressing Sophia into the mattress with her torso, biting her shoulder as her thrusts went deeper. Manon’s hands gripped Sophia’s waist with enough force to bruise, tilting her ass further up, the angle forcing a cry out of Sophia. They felt drunk on each other, precum and slick dripping continuously onto the sheets, Manon whimpering and groaning while Sophia felt like she could barely breathe.

— You’re such a good fuckdoll f’ me, taking me so well. — Manon babbled against Sophia’s ear, voice hoarse, and all Sophia could do was whine back, her body finally starting to wake up. 

— All mine to use, such a greedy cunt swallowing me whole… — she punctuated with a sharper thrust. — You don’t even need prep… such a whore, mama, always wet, begging to be bred full… 

Sophia could only nod helplessly, hypnotized by Manon’s words. Manon’s arms encircled her waist, holding her body like she was just a weightless fleshlight, cock pulsing inside Sophia as her thrusts got sloppier. 

— Go back to sleep, let me breed your womb while you sleep, mommy, please… — and Manon’s words were so desperate, so delirious, lips right below Sophia’s ear. It was too much, too hot, too quick; Manon was too big, too good, bruising Sophia’s cervix with each violent thrust. Sophia closed her eyes, giving into the fantasy, letting herself play the helpless, sleepy doll Manon wanted so much. 

Sophia liked it more than she ever thought she would.

Manon’s moans got louder, and Sophia loved how vocal she was. She clenched down harder, the grip making her feel every drag of Manon’s big cock, pulling out until only the cockhead catched on Sophia’s entrance before shoving it all inside in a wet thrust. The tightness made it feel even more like Sophia was still asleep, pussy trying and failing to stop the snap of Manon’s hips. 

— Mama, I’m gonna cum, please- take it all, please, don’t let a drop fall out- so sorry, you feel too good, I’m sorry- — Manon was incoherent, jumbled thoughts falling out of her lips. Sophia was crying silently, body limp on purpose, unable to hold back her moans and hiccups but refusing to break the fantasy. She needed Manon to ruin her sleeping body, she wanted to be just a thing; no leading, no contracts, no responsibilities. Just Manon’s pretty sleeping slut, ready to use whenever her girlfriend wished, getting split open on that fat cock.

Manon came whimpering, hot cum filling Sophia up nonstop, her hips not slowing down or letting up; she was pussy drunk, fucking her own cum into Sophia, it starting to dribble out in between thrusts. Manon didn’t care that she was getting oversensitive, in fact she loved how painful it was getting, her cock achingly pulsing as she kept reaching deep into Sophia, dreaming of fucking her cervix open.

Sophia couldn’t hold it in anymore. She cried out, hiccuping against the pillow, entire body spasming in Manon’s arms. Her orgasm ripped through her like a blade, wetness gushing out around Manon, tears wetting the bedding as she felt her hips grinding against her girlfriend’s cock from the sensitivity.