Tainted - gp!manon bannerman x fem!reader
synopsis: this edit p much but only like first ten seconds (30 likes for me to remake the edit but w manon)
wc: 6,723
warnings: smut, cursing, blowjobs, unprotected sex(wrap it b4 u tap it), impact play, sex work, facials, backshots, cunnilingus
A/N: first post on this account hope its not too terrible!!(not proofread and I haven’t written in a year so that’s my excuse if it’s bad)
The blue light of Manon’s phone casted a glow over her face, the only bright lighting in the dim room she currently resided in. She was stuck in the addiction that was endlessly scrolling on Instagram Reels, a mindless ritual to numb the edges of a long tiring day, when a particular video caught her attention. It was a girl, backlit by a warm seductive glow, the luminescence of what she assumed was a ring light behind the camera lighting up the room enough to see the girl, but not what was behind her. In front of her a counter, filled with ingredients for baking something.
Manon found the words of the girl completely gliding over her head, reduced to nothing as her focus was drawn elsewhere. It was the way the top clung to the skin of the girl, the way it dipped low, not low enough to show anything, just enough to get you imagining it. The way that her shorts rode up just a bit when she turned around and stood on her tip toes to grab something.
It was hypnotizing.
Pretty girls were a currency Manon understood intimately. As the daughter of one of the biggest directors in the film industry, she’d been surrounded by them her entire life. She’d even followed in her father’s gilded footsteps, finding her own niche behind the camera, and occasionally, in front of it. A few childhood roles in her father’s films and some modeling gigs in her teens had opened the doorways to countless opportunities.
She loved it, she truly did. Standing in front of a camera and posing, understanding the ideas given to her and making them her own.
It was a second language as easy as her first.
She had fully intended to continue doing this with her life, but it was when her high school girlfriend was leaked to the public that she realized fame wasn't all the best. It was a blurry video from prom, her dancing and kissing a girl that was barely even recognizable in the video. She wasn't sure how but by the next day the girl’s address and all her personal information was leaked.
She was dumped the next day.
She truly did enjoy the spotlight, but she didn't enjoy it when it landed on the things she held close to her heart. She did still work in the industry, but it was only ever behind a camera since that incident. She loved this work and found that even though she wasn't in front of the camera she enjoyed it all the same.
So, it wasn't the girl's beauty alone that held Manon captive. It was the effortless sensuality of her actions, as if she was simply born with the intuition.
The video looped, once, twice, a dozen times. Manon’s thumb had learned the precise second she needed to pause at the perfect frame to get a better look, until that wasnt enough anymore. A swipe right, and she was on the girl’s profile. She wouldn't admit it, not even to herself, but her eyes immediately darted to the bio, clicking on the linktree and scanning for a specific link. A wicked grin bloomed on her face when she saw the familiar logo. Without a second thought, her finger tapped, Safari opened, and a subscription screen materialized.
"$9.99 per month." The blue button was an easy target. A quick login with her spam gmail account, a seamless transaction, and the page refreshed. Suddenly, her feed was filled with images of the girl, y/n, her profile now revealed.
in red lace lingerie, a garter belt of the same color over her underwear and connected to it, deep red stockings. y/n was artfully arranged on a bed, one leg bent over the other and a single finger teasing the edge of her bra, a teensy bit of nipple slipping through. Manon’s pulse quickened.
She clicked on y/n’s profile picture, then the DM button. A tip, followed by a proposition.
The familiar ping from your bank: +$10. Then, a second, more substantial one: +$300. You’d assumed it was a regular, someone hoping to coax a conversation out of you with a generous tip. It wasn't the highest you'd ever received, but it was certainly enough to command your attention.
Opening the app, your eyes widened as you saw it was a brand-new subscriber. No one had ever tipped that much right out of the gate. The message sat at the top of your inbox, a bold, demanding presence. You knew you couldn't ignore it.
<M B sent>> $300
<M B sent>> let me fly you out
<Y/N L/N sent<< oh? that's gonna cost you.
It was a practiced, playful deflection. You were fully prepared to refuse, regardless of the amount they’d send in return, that or you’d name a price too much for them to even ponder the thought of sending it. You’d navigated these requests before, and flying out to meet a stranger—likely a man—was a hard boundary. The most you ever showed was your chest; you were not a prostitute and had no intention of becoming one.
This was simply a means to an end, a way to stay in college without the crushing weight of student loans. You had gotten majorly unlucky with housing, and hadn't found a spot in the dorms despite applying early. This meant you had to pay for housing utilities and food with your own money, your parents had offered to help but you knew it was above their means and declined.
You hadn’t ever wanted to go into this industry, but the cruelness of fate had other ideas.
You told yourself it wasn't so bad—no full nudity, no sex on camera. It was a lamentable consolation, a whisper of justification in the quiet moments when you questioned how you’d ended up here. But for now, it was your reality, and though it made you uncomfortable to actually think about, it allowed you to live comfortably. You lived in the expensive city of Berkeley, and even though you earned quite a bit from OnlyFans you still lived in a small apartment and had a roommate. The city was expensive and you could only consider yourself lucky that you weren't on the streets.
Your attention was once again drawn out from your thoughts to the phone that rested in your hand. Your eyes met the screen and a shriek left your throat.
<M B sent>> $500,000 <M B sent>> pack your bags baby
Your roommate Sophia came rushing in, worry written all over her face, “what happened, are you okay??”
You didn't say anything, just flipped your screen over to her, and as soon as her eyes met the screen you heard her scream.
“What the fuck do i say??!?!? This rando subbed literally today and just sent me half a fucking mil!” you exclaim, your hands flailing around as your mind spins.
You don't wanna go and sell your body for real, but you also cannot at all say no to this man who just spent half a million on you.
You can see Sophia's mouth moving, probably comforting you and telling you what you need to hear in the moment, but it's like there's cement blocking your ears off of any noise. You feel overwhelmed by all the emotions running through you, but all you can think of is how much you need the money. You wouldn't have to post as much, if you get this man hooked onto you it could quite literally turn your life around.
Or it could be a kidnapper who will kill you and sell your organs.
Your hands shake as you type the words, but you know you have to do it. You tell yourself it's for your future, for the sake of helping your parents who’ve always been there for you. You tell yourself its for the sake of your younger sister who you've been trying to save a college fund for. You don't want her to struggle the way you did, you want her to live her life to the fullest, the life you couldn't have.
You consider yourself halfway there already, unlike how you were in highschool, she doesn't have to work a job and worry about when she’ll next get to eat. You remind yourself of your own childhood, where your parents were never home because they were working all day doing their best to keep your childhood home. You barely even remember seeing them at home, because when they were they were just sleeping, exhausted from how much they overworked themselves.
You had made it into Berkeley though, you had done what no one in your shitty town had and now you truly believed that you’d be able to do even more than that. With a mind made up you pressed send.
<Y/N L/N sent>> SFO airport, I'm free next week. <Y/N L/N sent>> and make sure its a round way ticket, you can choose when i come back😉
You turned your screen over to Sophia and heard her audibly sigh, her head falling to her hands as she groaned. “Did you not hear any of what I said?!”
You shook your head no and she threw her head back as she let out another groan. She took your phone away from you and began talking again, likely repeating what she had said before.
Her words were in one ear out the other, because you had already decided and you stuck to your decision. She’d agree with your decision as well once you started earning enough to cover her part of the rent as well anyways.
Your palms grew damp as the plane touched down, you were going to be among the first to leave the plane. A perk of the first class ticket that had been sent to you. You were thankful for the comfortability it brought, but now that you were disboarding the plane you wished to stay longer, to delay the inevitable. The thought of selling yourself to a stranger was unnerving, you tried to rationalize it as just another one-night stand, but deep down you knew the truth.
He'd booked a full week, and your suitcase, packed accordingly, felt like a lead weight. You refused to shell out $8 for a trolley, and so instead you were left struggling to drag the heavy suitcase around. You made your way through baggage claim and into the bustling arrivals area. A woman in a cap and mask approached you from the side, blocking your way.
“y/n?” Her voice was muffled, but clear. You gave her a once over, she was taller than you by maybe a head, and she wasn't dressed extravagantly, you had expected a man in maybe a crisp expensive suit. Lying to his wife about going on a business trip but instead meeting with a whore. You were pleasantly surprised to see a woman who looked about your age, maybe a year or two older.
“You’re mb, right?” You asked, and she nodded, her hand coming up to scratch the back of her neck. “You can call me Manon, that's my name.”
“Cool, cool. Can I get a picture of you? Just for my friend, you know, in case you’re secretly a serial killer or something.” It probably wasn't the smoothest line, but Sophia would kill you if you didn't, and honestly, maybe this oddly attractive woman who was paying you for sex would do so too. (serial killer joke if it didnt land btw asin if you don't get that pic she might actually kill you)
She mumbled a quick “sure,” pulling down her mask. You snapped the picture, sending it off. Then, to your immense relief, she took your luggage and led the way out.
The car ride was silent. You braced yourself for questions, but none came. You figured she was into the quiet type and remained still, taking deep, calming breaths, though her intoxicating scent only seemed to heighten your nerves. You tried to memorize the route, but the packed streets of LA were a blur. If anything went wrong, you were truly lost.
“Get on your knees.” It was the first thing she'd said since asking your name, spoken the moment you stepped into the hotel room. There was no hesitation; you obeyed. As she removed her mask and cap, you were met with a face so breathtaking it rendered her command all the more enticing. You hadn't gotten a good look at her at the airport, too focused on getting the awkward moment of sending a picture of her to your friend to actually get a good look at her.
You followed her to the couch, watching as she sat down and then kneeling between her legs. You gazed up, wide-eyed and brown, as she looked down with pure lust.
Her thumb found your mouth, tracing around your lips before slipping inside. You swore you heard a low moan escape her as her thumb sunk into your mouth, but you didn’t dwell on it. instead sucking on her thumb, swirling your tongue around it, teasing it gently with your teeth.
“mm, such a good girl f’me. You look so fucking beautiful, baby. Can’t wait to fuck this perfect mouth of yours.”
Your eyes flickered down to between her legs, noticing a slight curve beneath the fabric that you’d initially dismissed as just baggy sweatpants. You decided to test your theory, laying a hand over her crotch, slowly palming and feeling her. A satisfied hum escaped you as you felt her slowly harden in response to your touch.
She pulled her thumb from your mouth, spreading your spit across your lips, coating them in the slick substance before bringing it to her own mouth and sucking. Her wet thumb came back down to your face, stroking your cheek and leaving a trail of her saliva in its wake.
“The safe word is red and if your mouth is full just tap on me twice, mkay?” you nodded in response. “Words baby, words”
“Okay, safe word is red, two taps for stop.” She let out a hum of approval, her hand drifting down towards your neck.
Her hand encircled your neck, finding purchase at the back before gripping it firmly. With a forceful push, she aggressively guided you down into her clothed bulge. You opened your mouth as it met the cloth, assuming that was what she expected you to do when pushing down. You were met with approval for your actions when she groaned and bucked her hips up into your mouth.
With the newfound confidence her response evoked, you let your tongue drift out of your mouth and had it circle around the outdent in her pants. You suckled on it and let your saliva flood over her pants, you could feel the throbs and twitches of it.
Your hands found the waistband of her sweats; slipping your hand beneath both her pants and boxers, pulling them down low enough for her cock to spring out and hit your face.
You wrapped your hand around her and looked up to meet her eyes, the sight you found was something that had you yourself moaning. She had one lip pulled under her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut and her head thrown back. She looked so stunning you had to take a moment to regain yourself before starting to stroke her.
You lowered your head to hers and darted a tongue out, you licked at the bead of clear pre cum that had accumulated at her tip. You didn't often enjoy giving out blowjobs, you didn't like the taste of cum nor the texture, but something about Manon made you crave her. You found yourself enjoying the feel of her cock in your mouth, her cum salty with a musky aftertaste was something you seemed to crave more and more of.
Your head moved up and down on her cock with vigor, taking more and more with each stroke. She was definitely the biggest you’d ever taken, but you were determined to give her a reason to send you the other half of that mil. You kept your eyes trained on her, your eyes slightly unfocused, but watching her nonetheless.
She finally opened her eyes; her warm pools of brown meeting yours and you watched as her eyes grew heavier, pupils expanding as she took you in. Lipstick stains all over her cock, your cheek stuffed with her, your eyes teary and dazed as they looked up at her.
Manon wasn't sure what possessed her when she grabbed your head and shoved it down, watching as your eyes squeezed shut. The sound of your gags and chokes filled the room, your tears rolling down your face and landing on her pelvis. She pushed as hard as she could until met with the resistance of your throat closing up.
“c’mon baby, relax that throat for me”, she said, her hand sliding down to the front of your throat, stroking it almost as if she meant to coax it into loosening up.
You weren't ready for her at all, it was so sudden and you struggled to get a hold of yourself. You hadn't ever deepthroated someone, but the more you looked up at this girl the more you found yourself wanting to comply with her wishes. You tried your best to loosen your throat, it was contracting heavily and your constant gagging wasn't much of a pleasurable feeling either. You took a deep breath in through your nose and slowly tried relaxing around her, allowing her to slip further in.
“mm just like that baby”, her hand carded through your hair, brushing through your hair before coming back to your scalp. “You’re so perfect.”
Her hand gathered at your hair, bunching it together, eyes never leaving yours, keeping her forceful grip on your pushed down head. She grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off her, allowing you a moment to breathe, she waited a couple seconds, before pushing you right back down. Your eyes flooded with tears and you couldn't seem to stop gagging, you were lucky enough that the chokes had subsided, but this still wasn't something so fun.
As she slipped in deeper and deeper with each thrust, you felt your throat relaxing more and more. You were slowly adjusting around her thickness, it wasn't an easy task, nor did it even feel like it belonged that deep in your throat; but Manon’s face and the noises she was letting out were turning you on indefinitely.
It wasn't long until Manon’s hand on your head slackened, her hips moving instead, jerking up in erratic thrusts, signaling her release. You started moving on your own, now that she wasn't forcing your movements, meeting her each thrust by going down. Her moans increased in pitch and before you could fully process it you felt a spurt of warmth on your tongue before she hurriedly pulled out.
She stroked herself vigorously as she spilled onto your face, the white gooey liquid covering your face more and more with each spurt. She stopped stroking herself, panting heavily in her place on the couch. Using her hand she directed her cock towards your face, smearing her cum across the entirety of your face. She dragged her cum soaked tip towards your lips, smearing it on like lipstick, attempting to push deeper inside.
You complied, loosening your mouth enough for her to slip in, she brought her other hand down and pulled your mouth fully open. She grabbed your tongue between her thumb and index finger and lightly tugged on it, understanding her intent, you stretched your tongue out and allowed her to lead it out of your mouth.
She trailed her cock back up towards the cum on your face, gathering more; to then slide it back down, tapping her cum coated tip onto your tongue before slowly pushing in more. You licked off all the cum covering her, you never found yourself particularly fond of the texture nor taste of cum but you were sure you could get used to hers.
Her now softened cock dropped from your mouth and her hand came up to cradle your face. “You did so good, baby, cmon let me make you feel good too.” her hand caressed your cheek before pulling you up and bringing you into a kiss. Her tongue pushed its way into your mouth,it felt around as if tasting what she’d left there. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, your entire body alive and humming. She kissed hungrily, like she wanted to devour you, and you could only wish that was a promise.
Manon’s hands didn’t wander—not yet. Instead, she made you stand, steadying you with a gentle palm against your hip. You stood there, knees shaky as you stood, bruised from how long you’d stayed on them, watching as she stripped herself bare. She kept her eyes trained on you as she pulled up her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra under.
your eyes widened as you caught sight of her abs. You couldn't recall when you last felt this aroused simply by looking at the body of another. You reached your hands out to grab at her waist, squeezing at the skin before trailing your hands up to trace along the protruding muscles. You lowered your hands to where her pants and boxers sat, beneath her cock and slowly lowered them.
Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, she had already pushed you onto the bed. Standing at the edge, she began to stroke her semi-hard member and commanded, "strip."
Her eyes were trained on you as she lazily stroked herself, enjoying the sight of slowly revealed black lace against the plush of your skin. You flung your clothes off the bed, and in the next moment she was on top of you.
“You’re so pretty baby..” she murmured, her voice a soft hum over your lips, breath mingling with yours.
Then in a sudden, seamless motion, she flipped you, effortlessly shifting your positions until you were straddling her. Manon's hands found their way to your waist, gripping tightly at the flesh as she leaned up to capture your lips in between hers.
She slowly started urging your hips back and forth,Your wetness glistened, leaving a slick trail along the ridged curves of her well-defined abs. You lost yourself in the rhythm she had set, surrendering yourself to the pleasure you were feeling, rocking harder and harder against her as you chased your peak.
You found it harder and harder to continue the kiss she was still urging onto you, your mouth opened wide as tiny gasps and loud moans left your mouth. She swallowed them all down and still went back seeking for more, her hands on your hips increasing the pace and her tongue in your mouth still searching for more of you. the pleasure had your mind going blank, you squeezed your eyes shut and dug your nails into the skin of her shoulder, red drew with how hard you dug but she didn't seem to care and with how lost you were in pleasure you couldn't find it in you either.
“I-im close”, it was gasped out, you pulled away enough for her to stop chasing after your lips, your eyes squeezed shut and your nose scrunched up, you could feel it. You were so close and it felt so so good and then it all stopped.
Your eyes flew open and you looked at her with betrayal written all over your face, hers was a look of pure satisfaction.
Tears welled up in your eyes as quick as she had stopped you, your bottom lip trembling in both frustration and sadness as you mourned the loss of your orgasm. You tried to move yourself on top of her, desperately seeking the friction that you craved so desperately, but her grip on you was too strong. You were sure there’d be dark purple hand marks decorating the skin at your waist tomorrow, but that all seemed so small in sight of your orgasm.
You wanted it so bad, you deserved it.
Her hands drifted up to your face, wiping at the tears that had now fallen, “it's okay baby.” she soothed, her grip on your hips loosening as she stroked the skin there in comfort “come sit on my face and I’ll make it all better.” Her words were emphasized by a squeeze to your skin before she began urging you to move upwards.
Your knees were positioned on either side of her head as she pulled you down to sit. Her mouth was on you instantly, her tongue a warm wet sensation as it moved across your core. The pleasure surged through you immediately and intensely, you moved your hips, grinding down into her as she swirled her tongue around your entrance, playfully teasing in and out. You pushed down onto her tongue, whining as you desperately ached for her to fill the pit in your stomach that came with the emptiness.
“inside– please..” you panted out, grinding down harder, desperately chasing the high she had taken from you.
This time she had mercy on you, her tongue entering you in one thrust, the feeling of the pulsating muscle finally inside you bringing you one step closer to the edge. She felt around you, her tongue circling your insides, prodding at the skin around her. She opened her mouth wider, allowing her tongue to enter you further and her teeth to lightly graze your clit. Your body jolted at the sensation, a loud moan leaving your lips.
Manon was thoroughly enjoying herself under you, the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing around her tongue could only make her indefinitely harder with thoughts of sinking herself into you. The deeper she sunk her tongue into you the more of your sweet essence doused her. The way you would squeeze around her a little tighter when she grazed her teeth against your clit, the way you’d leak endlessly into her mouth, the moans that’d accompany all of this.
Manon could only assume she was in heaven.
She was addicted, her tongue ached with the repeated movements of in and out, her jaw growing tired of opening and closing. She reckoned she could stay here till the end of time, a place where her pleasure didn't matter because she was sure the pleasure of feeling you around her tongue was infinitely better.
It was invigorating, the thought that a woman as beautiful as you was currently sat atop her face and desperately grinding down into her. Your slickness spreading along her philtrum, the way it ran down her face to her cheeks and down to her chin when you moved back. She could only get lost in the taste of you as she found herself craving more and more, pushing deeper and deeper hoping for that more.
She would say it didn't take long, but her sense of time had long since been warped since she first got a taste of you. She would say that it hadn't been enough time, but she could feel that you were getting close, the way you tightened up around her tongue, the way your moans pitched up, frantic and high at the edges. Manon brought her hands to your inner thighs, spreading her hands flat while her thumbs worked to pull your lower lips apart, spreading you open for her even more as she worked her tongue in firm, deliberate strokes.
Your head fell back, arms buckling as the pleasure built violently. You weren’t even aware of the sobbing, a soundless cry that left your throat at the sheer immensity of pleasure you were feeling. The orgasmic bliss hit all at once, and you nearly collapsed forward, your head leaned into the bedframe.
Tears were fresh on your cheeks, you buried your face in your arms and tried not to scream as your orgasm wracked through you, leaving your muscles trembling and slick thighs clamped tight around her head.
Manon kept going, working you through it, lapping up the mess between your legs, greedy for just one last taste before she knew she’d have to stop. It was too much almost immediately, as soon as the waves of pleasure ran their way through you, they dissolved into overwhelming sensitivity. You tried pulling yourself up, tried moving away from her face as her tongue continued its stimulation.
“s’too much”, it was a moan mixed with a whine, your body wasn't fully recovered, and your clit burned with overstimulation as she sucked it into her mouth.
“C’mon baby, you can give me one more.”
Her suckling on your clit never stopped, her tongue swirling the nub as her hands drifted up to your waist, stroking at the skin there, coaxing you into relaxing and giving her another. You could feel yourself nearing already, it was mixed in with that soreness of overstimulation, it hurt but you could feel the pain slowly making way for pleasure as your peak slowly made its way towards you.
It hit you suddenly, your body curled in on itself as you grinded down into her face, whimpers and moans leaving your throat as you did so. As soon as it passed over you, you immediately rolled over, off of her face and onto the bed; she let you. Your muscles were still spasming and even that felt like too much stimulation for you.
You turned your head to look over at her only to find her licking her lips, the sight of it so stupid it forced a laugh out of you. Unrestrained and real, “do i really taste that good?” you asked, your grin wide as you stared into her eyes, full of wonder.
“You have no idea”, she breathed out, her eyes staring into yours with an intensity you couldn't name. She leaned in, head hovering over yours before leaning down to meet your lips, she urged your mouth open and her tongue met yours, sharing the taste of you.
She pulled back just as quick as she leaned in, “good isn't it?”
“Mm i dont think i like it too much”, you said, a grimace on your face.
You were never a fan of cum in general, but you would say hers was the most tolerable. Your cheeks flushed at the thought and you quickly pushed it down, you weren't anything to her and you shouldn't have her become anything to you. The silence settled over you two like a blanket, quiet and comfortable.
Until manon’s hand drifted downwards to her still hard, precum leaking shaft. “Can you go again? If not that's cool, I can get myself off.” your eyes drifted down from her face to where her hand rested around her cock, moving up and down in mesmerizing motions. You could feel the wetness surge out of you, your body overcome with need for her.
“Lets go again.”
That was all the permission Manon needed, surging up and making her way on top of you, her hands resting on either side of your head. Her knees were next to your stomach, supporting her weight so she was hovering over you. She sat up and grabbed your waist, moving a bit back before flipping you over so you were on your stomach.
You laid there, limp, letting her manhandle you and enjoying the rough treatment. the way she pushed your legs forward to bend them under you, settling a hand on the small of your back, forcing you to arch further.
Manon dropped her hands down onto your ass with a clap, watching the skin ripple under her touch. She let her hands roam around the curve of your skin, squeezing as she went, kneading the flesh in between her fingers. She let a hand drift further down, finding its way in between your legs, sliding against the wetness that was steadily accumulating. She slipped two fingers inside you easily, groaning as she did so.
“You think you can take me baby?” she asked, scissoring her fingers inside you for maybe a minute before impatience overtook her.
You let out a moan in response, mind too foggy to think up an answer. Her cock was fisted in her hand and she ran the tip of it up and down the length of your cunt. You pushed back down into her, “i-inside, i can take it.”
Manon guided her tip to your entrance, her desire to be in you outweighing that of to tease you. She slowly sunk herself inside of you. The first few inches easily slipping in, but the deeper she went the more resistance she was met with. She let her head tilt back as she went against all that she wanted and stayed in place, allowing you a minute to adjust.
She didn't wait for you to reassure her it was fine to move, she couldn't hold back any longer and simply slammed herself all the way in. Her hands gripped tighter at your ass, the groan she let out vocalizing her pleasure. The feeling of your insides against her cock was a feeling that couldn't be compared to her tongue in you or being in your mouth. She could feel the pleasure overtake her entire being, you were so tight around her, the pressure bordering on too much but more than enough to pleasure.
Manon truly could not be blamed for her actions.
She started moving immediately, she couldn't help it, it felt so good yet not enough. She needed it to be enough and so she surrendered herself to pleasure which was reflected in the punishing pace she set.
The sound of skin meeting skin rang in the room, loud, wet, and messy. You were sure that the people in the rooms next to yours would be able to hear, but it didn't matter. Not when your sensitive pussy was being fucked raw, when you were being taken for all you were.
You couldn't find it in you to complain either, the moans leaving your mouth distracting you from even thinking one up. She was so thick and so long, reaching places in you you didn't know could be reached. It was too much and not enough all at once, the burn of the stretch overwhelming and throbbing all at once. Her fingers on your clit, circling the raw bundle of nerves and overloading the pain with pleasure.
It wasn't long at all till the burn of the stretch faded out into pleasure, your moans growing louder as your pleasure did. You stuffed your head into the pillow, muffling your moans as you bit into it while simultaneously pushing your ass up higher. Her hand on your clit slowed as she felt you relax into her, but it never left, just slowed.
Her other hand which rested on the curve of your ass trailed its way up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake, soft against your skin. A contrast to the way she grabbed your hair and pulled when she reached your head. She leaned over your back and pulled your head up, "don't do that baby, i wanna hear all the slutty noises you make for me.”
You found yourself forgetting altogether who she was, why you were here and what this meant for you. You lost yourself in the moment, in the way she pounded into you and the pleasure she brought like oxygen. You felt fully taken, you felt as though she was someone who you had chosen not someone who chose you.
Her pace got faster and your climax approached all the same, it felt so so so good and you were so close. The thrusts into you got harder, her cock hitting deeper, deeper than what felt normal but the pain of it pleasured you. You never thought yourself a masochist, but with how good her stroke game was you felt yourself becoming one
“a-ah! I-im close manon, im s-so close..”
She dug her fingers into your waist, gripping hard and in the same spot she had the entire time. Her thumbs met each other right above your belly button, and you had a faint idea that she enjoyed the thought. Her hands were big, but so was all of her; it turned you on infinitely more.
“yeah? you gon cum ‘round be beautiful?” you nodded your head vigorously, you didn't trust your mouth for words so actions would have to do.
“go on, I'm waiting on you.” she leaned over you and whispered the words into your ear, her voice was ragged and husky, the sound of her skin meeting yours would definitely have drowned out the sound if it wasn't right next to your ear.
Her voice was so undeniably hot, you could feel yourself flutter around her, body spasming as you finally let go and came. It was almost as soon as you did you felt her cum flood into you, warm spurts filling you up. Her thrusts died down slowly, her body shaking before she collapsed on top of you.
Your knees gave out and you laid flat on your stomach with her on top of you, she rolled off of you after a few seconds, resting right next to you. You scooted so you were now on top of her, resting your head on her chest and listening to her rapid heartbeat. She ran a hand through your hair as your breathing slowed down.
“‘m gonna go run you a bath, kay?” you buried your face in between her breasts, humming out a reply in dissent.
“dont go..”
“c’mon baby, the sheets are all gross and sticky and so are we.” she said as she removed herself gently from under you, you groaned at this but didn't make any move to keep her in place.
Manon made her way over to the en suite bathroom, she leaned over and turned on the bathtub faucet. She put her hand under the running water, adjusting the water to be a bit too hot but not hot enough to burn. She waited a minute before going back to the bed, you were sprawled out with your eyes closed and breathing even; asleep.
A soft smile made its way onto her face, you looked so cute like this. All ruined because of her, cum leaking out of you and a bit left on your face, sweaty from the sex and all worn out. She would definitely consider her money well spent, maybe underpriced if anything.
She walked over to you on the bed, she carefully slid an arm under your knees and one under your neck and slowly lifted you. You stirred a bit, your eyes fluttering open and meeting hers, she smiled down at you so softly it made it hard to believe this was the same woman who absolutely destroyed your pussy and mouth.
She bent down, gently placing you into the hot water before stepping in herself and sliding in behind you. You felt yourself relax into the water, it was just the right temperature, and the softness of her behind you comforting. You were so tired, worn out from all that you two did.
You felt her hand reach over you before coming back down to your body, with what you assumed was soap, you let her wash your body. The sweet scent of lavender filled your lungs, the sound of soft splashes filling your ears, and warmth filling your chest. It was oddly intimate but in a way you found you didn't mind, it was comfortable and in your exhausted state you could only be thankful that manon was the one who showed up at the airport.
You had previously been scared of who might show up, you were pleasantly surprised to see such an attractive woman, and had initially thought that with someone this attractive you’d be fine to pretend to enjoy the sex. After having sex with her, you could only look forward towards the rest of this week, maybe you could get used to this..
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A/N: i remeber i had an actual plot thought out for this like a month ago but i totally forgot what i had planned when i started writing this and so thats why its so short or i swear this was gonna be better like actual plot,, also pls ignore where i randomly characterize y/n(giving her a backstory) it was important when i wanted this to be more than just smut but then i backed out of adding plot😣😣😣
