#weed use

"c’mon, baby… you know I can sustain." she murmured against your neck, her voice low and warm as she laid beside you on her bed, one arm lazily draped over your waist.

her room smelled like her—faint cologne, clean sheets, something expensive you could never quite name, maybe it was her or the expensive things she had in her room.

she’d been on this topic of moving in for days now.

she said couldn’t stand the distance between you two—always having to drive just to pick you up, or you taking those long back-and-forth trips just to see her. she kept saying it felt like half your relationship was spent on the road.

"manon, that’s such a big move." you sighed, staring up at the ceiling as your fingers absentmindedly traced patterns along her back. "I can’t just quit my job. you know it pays well."

"awe, but I can spoil you twice that amount, ma." she hummed, tilting her head just enough to look at you. "you know I got work."

"yeah… work." you rolled your eyes, the word sitting heavy on your tongue.

you never really like what manon did for work—the illegal side of it, atleast. sure, she had work in the industry too, but still, it felt like she was playing with fire. especially since she was already known.

"nah, don’t do that, don't talk to me like that." she nudged you lightly. "that ‘work’ paid for these, baby."

she grabbed your hand, lifting it between you both, your freshly manicured nails catching the light. she wiggled your fingers as she was proving a point.

"yeah." you pull your hand away before rolling your eyes, causing her to grin.

"please, ma.." her voice softened now, less teasing, more real. "don’t you wanna be with me most of the time?"

you did and that was a problem.

"I do. you know I do." you finally looked at her, your expression tightening a little. "but this? this is big. moving in isn't just—"

your words died the second you met her eyes.

she wasn’t joking anymore.

just staring at you—quiet, hopeful, a little desperate.

"please, ma."

you let out a breath, dragging your hand down your face. you stared at the ceiling before sighing.

"fuck… okay. fine."

her whole face lit up instantly. "fuck yeah, can’t wait to fuck you all day—"

"manon!" you smacked her shoulder, making her flinch.

"ow! man, I was joking!" she laughed, rubbing the spot before leaning in again, softer this time. "but I will spoil my baby real hard. yeah?"

three days later, you submitted your resignation letter.

you sat there for a while after sending it, staring at your screen like it might undo itself.

you didn’t have time to think about it when manon was already blowing up your phone.

so did you submit it?

you wanna move in now?

i already called the movers

dont play w me rn ma

you know i want you here asap

miss you, ma

impatient. as always.

two days later, you stood inside her apartment—now your apartment too—watching movers carry in the last of your boxes.

her scent clung to everything, her clothes already filling the closet, her shoes lined up neatly by the door. your things looked kinda out of place, scattered around like they were still asking for permission to belong.

"put that one over there, yeah, careful dumbass." manon pointed before lightly smacking the guy—who was apparently her friend, moving around like she owned every inch of the space, well she did.

you just watched for a second, arms crossed loosely, taking it all in.

"why you standin’ there like that?" she looked over at you, a grin creeping onto her face.

"I just moved my whole life in here. lemme breathe."

she laughed, walking over before pulling you into her.

"you good. you got me." she murmured against your temple, pressing a quick kiss there.

you rolled your eyes,but didn’t pull away.

by the time the movers left, the apartment was quieter.

boxes half-opened, clothes draped over chairs, random things sitting where they didn’t belong yet. it was very, very messy.

you spent the next few hours unpacking—arguing over where things should go, laughing when manon kept getting distracted, reading some random letters she finds, trying on some random clothes, pulling you in every five minutes just to kiss you or bother you.

"manon, I’m trying to fix my clothes."

"you can fix me first." she hugged you from behind, making sure her front was exactly lined up to be meeting your ass.

"you’re so annoying." you huff.

"but you love me."

when everything was “done”—or at least good enough—you both ended up collapsing onto the bed.

you landed first, and she dropped right beside you, one arm instantly wrapping around your waist.

"this is nice." she muttered.

you hummed in agreement, staring up at the ceiling again.

the week passed like that. slow mornings. random touches.

learning each other’s habits in ways you didn’t before.

you stayed home most of the time now—no job to rush to—while manon came and went, her schedule unpredictable as always.

you didn’t fight. not really.

the only issue?

"I told you to fucking put the toilet seat cover down!" you shout from the bathroom making manon jump. "jesus- yeah, sorry!"

then manon told you she'd be going out for an after party today.

one of her friends was celebrating a concert, and manon had to show up.

you didn’t even ask who.

this girl had too many connections.

"baby, imma go now." she said, climbing onto the bed where you were laying, her presence immediately filling the space.

her perfume hit you first, then her weight.

she leaned over you, lips finding yours without hesitation, kissing you slow and deep like she had time.

"when will you be home?" you asked quietly when she pulled back.

"probably like… 10-ish." she shrugged.

"..okay. and, manon…" your tone shifted slightly. "no alcohol. and drugs or weed. you know I hate those."

"yeah, yeah. for sure." she grinned.

you narrowed your eyes a little.

"and be home by 10, okay? that's your word. I’ll cook for us."

that caught her attention instantly.

her eyes lit up, tongue running over her lip.

"shit… I might have to marry you soon if you keep that up."

you scoffed, but she kissed you again anyway—longer this time—before finally pulling away.

"don’t miss me too much." she teased against your lips, making you giggle.

"just go."

10 minutes after she left, you pushed off the bed, getting dressed and heading out to buy groceries.

you used what was left of your last salary, picking things carefully—steak, potatoes, vegetables.

you even paused at the wine section. stared for a second. then grabbed one anyway.

ironic for someone who doesn't drink.

by the time you got home, it was already 8:40.

you moved quickly, cooking with focus, the sound of oil sizzling filling the space, the smell of food slowly replacing the emptiness.

you even sent her updates. a selfie here, a picture of the food there, little messages.

all delivered.

you frowned a bit—but ignored it.

she was probably busy, having fun.

10:00.

everything was done. plated. set.

you poured yourself a glass of wine, sitting on the couch as the TV played quietly in the background.

your phone rested in your hand. you opened your messages, still delivered.

"enjoying yourself that much, huh?" you muttered.

time passed. one glass turned into two. two into three. your messages became shorter. more frequent. still nothing.

2:00 AM.

the red glow of the clock stared back at you. your chest felt tight now. not just annoyed. worried.

then—the door opened.

manon stepped in, the door clicking shut behind her.

her steps were a little uneven, slow but careless, like she wasn’t thinking too hard about where she was going.

"where the hell have you been?" your voice cut through the quiet, sharper than you expected, but steady.

she glanced at you, blinking like she needed a second to focus.

"man… I’m sorry, ma." she exhaled, dragging a hand down her face before letting out a small laugh. "I kinda got carried away. my friends, you know I barely seen them this month." she explained, then walking towards you with careful steps.

that’s when it hit you.

your nose scrunched immediately, your body tensing before you even realized it.

"the fuck…" you leaned back slightly. "you smell like alcohol and weed, manon."

"oh, c’mon." she waved it off, lips twitching. "don’t act all bitchy on me."

something in you snapped at that.

"bitchy?" you repeated, letting out a dry laugh as you stood up. "I waited all night for your ass, and you come home drunk and high?"

your chest rose and fell a little faster now.

"are you out of your mind?!"

"what’s wrong? I just went out." she frowned slightly, like she didn’t get it. "we can eat now, it ain’t that big of a deal. you’re making it one."

you stared at her for a second.

like you were trying to figure out if she was serious.

"yeah," you muttered chuckling in disbelief, grabbing your phone off the couch. "go eat by yourself."

you brushed past her shoulder, not hard, but enough—and started walking away.

"ma, come on!" she turned and shouted after you.

"fuck you."

the words came out quick out of anger.

you stepped into your shared bedroom, the air inside still faintly smelling like her cologne mixed with your laundry detergent. you grabbed your pillow, a blanket, and your charger.

when you walked back out, she was already there. she was already standing infront fo the door, waiting.

"get out the way." you said flatly.

"nah."

you clenched your jaw.

"manon."

"we’re eatin’. I’m hungry." her voice was firmer now, even with the slight slur behind it.

"no. like i said. eat. by. yourself."

you pushed past her again, heading straight for the guest room. your hand was already on the door to close it when it stopped.

her hand hand was stopping it.

"leave." you snapped.

"no."

the door pushed open easily, forcing you to step back.

of course it did. she was stronger. she always was. she can always handle you anytime she wanted.

you huffed, frustration bubbling up your throat as you turned away from her, dropping onto the bed with more force than needed.

"ma, come on." her voice followed, softer now as she stepped inside. "I’m sorry I didn’t come home on time—and yeah, I smell like alcohol and weed—but I ain’t a teenager."

you let out a short, bitter laugh, staring at the wall.

"that’s not the point."

"then what is?"

you sat up this time, turning to face her. your eyes were sharp,

"you made me wait," you said, your voice lower, but heavier. "no text. no call. nothing."

she stayed quiet.

"do you even know how that feels?" you continued, shaking your head slightly. "I didn’t even know if you were coming home."

your throat tightened a bit.

"I was worried sick."

that part slipped out quieter than the rest.

you looked away almost immediately, rolling your eyes like you could brush it off.

"not even worth it."

silence filled the room for a second.

"and you know I hate that smell." you muttered, more to yourself than her.

the apartment went quiet again.

manon exhaled slowly, she didn't argue or anything. she just turned and walked out.

you stayed where you were, staring at nothing, your mind still running even though your body felt tired.

you heard the bathroom door shut, the water running.

thirty minutes passed, maybe more but you didn’t check.

you just laid there, facing away from the door, eyes open.

when it finally creaked open again, you heard her steps. it was slower now.

"ma…" her voice came out softer this time, almost careful.

the bed dipped behind you as she climbed in.

you felt the mattress shift, then her warmth.

"i showered." she murmured. "did everything."

her arm slid around your waist again—her hand creeping up slowly like she was giving you time to pull away if you wanted to.

"I smell like your baby again."

you didn’t move.

"get out." you said, but there was less bite now.

"c’mon…" her voice dropped, closer to your ear. "I’m not leaving. you know I can’t sleep when we’re fighting."

her hand tightened slightly against you.

"look—I’m sorry." she continued, her voice quieter now, stripped of that earlier attitude. "I didn’t mean to. I got carried away, and that’s on me."

you swallowed, your fingers twitching slightly against the sheets.

"it won’t happen again." she whispered. "I promise, ma."

her lips brushed against the back of your neck.

"I’ll take you shopping tomorrow…" she added, softer. "anything you want."

"I wanna taste what you cooked too. I know it’s good."

you let out a small breath, your body slowly relaxing despite yourself.

your hands moved, resting over hers where they were wrapped around you.

"you’re fucking lucky I can’t resist you." you muttered.

you felt her smile against your skin.

"yeah?" she whispered.

"don’t get used to it."

"too late."

you rolled your eyes slightly, but didn’t move away.

"…okay. just don't come home like that again."

you turned to look at her, before she kissed you deeply. "I'm sorry ma." she murmurs against your lips.

"hm."

"but.. I’m hungry, ma,” she whispered, her voice soft as her kisses trailed from your lips down to your neck.

you let out a breath through your nose, trying to focus. “well, we can still eat, but it’s been like four hours, manz. I’ll check if we can still—”

you barely got the words out before she shifted, her hand pressing you back down like it was nothing.

“nah,” she murmured, mouth still close to your skin. “you got my appetite all messed up with your attitude earlier.” you huffed, already knowing where this was going.

“I think I’d rather have something I know is good.”

her tone dipped lower, teasing, before she kissed you again—slow at first, then deeper, more confident. her hands guided you easily, repositioning you until you were sitting over her, feeling the heat of her half-hard cock beneath you through her sweatpants.

your breath hitched.

"fuck ma, i love your tits." she says as she licked your hardened nipple through the fabric of your tank top.

then your thighs shifted as you deepen the kiss, and something small, firm, pressed lightly against your skin from her pocket. as much as you wanted to ignore it, you couldn't help yourself.

“…what is that?” you asked, brows knitting as your hand moved on instinct.

you reached into her pocket before she could stop you, fingers brushing a small plastic bag.

inside, there were little pill-like pieces.

you pulled it out slowly, holding it between you both. “manon… what is this?”

her expression didn’t change much, but there was something in her eyes now, lazy, a little too relaxed, like she was still half somewhere else.

she took it back easily, flipping it between her fingers before smiling.

“pills, ma,” she said simply. “pills.”

you stared at her. “for what?”

“for what you already know,” she muttered, leaning back in slightly like it wasn’t a big deal at all. her lips brushed your skin again, distracted. “to feel.”

your body stiffened a bit, she noticed, but didn’t stop.

instead, she tilted her head up at you. “wanna try?”

“what?” you pulled back instantly. “no.”

she laughed softly like you were overreacting. “c’mon, ma. just once.”

she kissed your cheek, slower this time, trying to soften you.

“manon, no. you know I've never tried that.”

“just this once,” she repeated, voice dropping. “I promise you.”

you searched her face, trying to figure out if she was serious or just… like this.

“it’s not even a drug,” she added quickly, like she was filling the silence. “I swear. it’s just—uh… I don’t know, it just ain’t like that.”

not convincing. not really.

you went quiet, your hand still resting on her shoulder, unsure what to do with the moment.

she watched you for a second, then sighed lightly like she already decided for you.

“look, I know you’re not into it,” she said, softer now. “so I’ll just have it myself.”

she opened the bag again, took one out, and popped it into her mouth without hesitation.

“manon—”

but she was already leaning back in, like it was nothing, winking at you.

you rolled your eyes, the tension breaking just a little, and leaned down to press a quick kiss to her cheek anyway.

she smiled before kissing your neck again, her hands settling down on your hips, urging you to grind down against her, her cock twitched beneath you. then, her kisses went up to your jaw, before kissing you again.

she gave your ass a light smack, causing you to gasp against her which made it easy for her tongue to slip inside you—then you feel it. the pill slipped inside your mouth as soon as she jerked her cock up against you, causing you to moan.

the pill was too small to stop before it went down your throat, you pulled back, brows knitting. "the fuck?"

"it's just a try, ma." she winked hastily before making you get off your tank top, exposing your already sensitive breast. she immediately took one in her mouth, groaning as she did so while your fingers found it's way against her head, sighing, scratching softly against the soft fabric of her durag.

she sucked heavily, before moving to the other one making sure it got the same attention as you continue to grind against her. "are you hungry, baby?" she asked against your breast, meeting your eyes as she sucked.

you couldn't help yourself as you looked down at her, feeling her twitch beneath you. "yeah? feed me something?" she answered with a small grin.

"oh, I definitely would." she smirked. you got off her before settling in between her legs all while she leaned back against the headboard. you played with the drawstrings of her sweatpants, looking up to her with a teasing smile before pulling it down along with her boxers.

her cong sprang free, so thick that it can't even stay up from how heavy it is her balls were heavy with cum, which almost made you drool. you licked your lips before kissing the tip that was oozing with pre-cum. "fuck, ma. you look so tasty like that." she smiled as she looked down at you, her hand finding it's way to wrap your hair in a ponytail.

"yeah?" you asked before licking from her base to the top, then loosening your throat bobbing it once, but deep, her tip immediately hitting the back of your throat. "fuck. what's gotten into you?" she asked, feigning cluelessness.

as you pulled your head back, a string of saliva connected your lips with her tip. you jerk her off as you prepare yourself.

"fuck my face."

"are you sure, mama? i can get rough." she pants.

"i am." you sucked on her tip before your free hand found it's way on top of her hand that was wrapped against your hair. you look up at her one last time, "oh you're so hot like this." she said before her two hands stayed on top of your head.

her hips jerked forward, her thick cock hitting the back of her throat but you can't really take her full. so she settled with half-in-fast thrust that made you tear up and gag.

the scene was dirty, she was fucking your face so hard and so fast. the sound was even filthier. the gag along with your mewls was driving manon crazy. "fu-uck. oh my god, ma. shit. you're such a slut when you're high. letting me use you like this." she groans. you let her use you before she suddenly pulled out, grabbing you by your hair. "c'mere."

she flipped your position, laying you down against your front, her favorite; doggy style, ass up, your back arching while pushing your head down against the pillows. "fuck." she pushed in easily from how wet you got just from sucking her off. "you dirty girl, got so wet from being used. I would've thought you came." she pants against your ear.

then, she thrusts in and out, short yet deep and powerful that made you let out noises that was muffled against the pillow, "you love this? huh? you love being fucked like a whore, ma? you love that?" she whispered before she thrusts even faster.

her hand travels down to feel herself against your stomach, feeling herself bulge within your womb, "shit, I can feel myself here. oh you're taking this so well. shoulda feel good, right ma? being fucked like a slut with a big dick."

" o-oh my god—manz.. mff—fuck." you were fucking wasted from how she was fucking you, how you were so hung for her, your mouth parted, drool dripping down your the side of your mouth because she's hitting your sweet spot every thrust because god, she had such a big cock.

"did you take a pill?" she asks breathlessly. "did you?"

"nmf, n-no.." you whimper.

"good. cuz i want to fucking fill you up. want them little things running around here. want you swell up with my child you want that?" she asks with a smirk before her thrusts got harder and the sound of slapping skin got louder and louder.

"oh I'm sure you'd love that ma. you're my good girl, right? f-fuck."

"c-cumming! fuck! manon—o-ah fuck, oh my god—" the pillows swallowed your screams as you came so hard, clenching around manon almost making it impossible for her to move. "shit, shit. you're fucking tightening around me, ma oh you're so good, fuck." manon's thrusts got sloppier as you squeezed her tight.

"oh I'm cumming fuck, wanna fill this pussy up. shit! wanna breed you so hard." she thrusted one last time before burying herself to the hilt, she released so much, you can feel it against your womb dripping before she can even pull out, you whimpered at the feeling of her creamy cum dripping out of you.

she collapsed on top of you, panting so hard you can think she's having a hard time breathing. "fuck, ma. that was incredible."

you two stayed in that position to catch your breath before she pulled out slowly, you wincing at the lost of contact. "you okay?" she asked as she kissed your cheeks," let me clean you up."

she cleaned you up before carrying you back to your shared bedroom, then changing the duvet of the bed in the guest room. when she came back, she had water in her hand, she made you drink water before making sure you're alright, then settling beside you on the bed.

"tired me out, manz." you whispered against her chest.

"hmm. that's my way of apology, ma. you can cook for me tomorrow, don't worry. i know you cook well." she smiled wickedly before kissing your forehead.

you were too tired to give more than a small chuckle before your eyes felt heavy, closing on you. manon waited for you to fall asleep before whispering, "i love you. can't wait to have a family with you, ma." before she, herself, drifted off to sleep.

AN: guys, i honestly surprised myself w this one. kinda sorry if it's not that detailed lmaoo I MISS MANON. anyway, dyk i had to imagine every single scene here so it got me feelin like: