drabble.ᐟ manon is fed up by your actions and it's time that she comes up with a solution. bd!manon x fem!reader. content warnings: g!p manon. unprotected p in v. mean dom!manon. pregnancy kink. breeding. manon was lowkey just jealous. 343 words.
“why do you always give me trouble, hm?” manon gritted in your ear, as she held your hips down. “always bringing attention to yourself… it getting back to me.. embarrassing me. do you know how pissed off that makes me?” she thrusted her dick inside you at a fast pace.
you sobbed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. your hands traveled to manon’s back, digging your nails deep into her back. “is this what you wanted? huh?” manon hissed sharply, “something to sit you down? again?” she continued to buck her hips forward, not losing her rhythm.
“you want me to give you another baby? knock this pussy up?” she rambled in your ear, her tatted hand now making her way to your neck, giving it a firm hold.
“is walking around with my baby in your belly gonna make you get your damn senses back?” she held herself deep inside of you. you reached down to her sharp abs, slightly pushing them, trying to relieve some overstimulation.
“no, pretty. no running away from me, this dick. this what you wanted, yea? and all you had to do was tell me, baby. you know i don’t mind filling you up.” she chuckles, slightly moving in and out of you, causing small whimpers to leave your mouth.
“you want what the rest of these girls can’t have, don’t you? so greedy for me, selfish even.” you moaned at her words, legs shaking in response.
“you know you’re the only one who gets my babies.. and that’s why you act like that.. so needy, spoiled.. knowing all you have to do is tell me what u want.”
your cheeks were wet by now, you were ready to explode. all that was heard throughout the room was skin slapping, your cries and manon’s slick words.
“now, i’m going to cum in you, fill you up.. and then you’re going to hold all of me inside of you.” manon’s hand goes down to your stomach.
just imagining bd!manon calling your phone like she’s your woman when you’re out having a good time. you dropped the baby off at her apartment and kissed her goodbye before leaving yourself.
manon didn’t appreciate that, not that you dropped her child off, never, but because you decided to leave without dropping knowledge to manon about your whereabouts.
it didn’t take manon to start blowing up your phone, sending several messages, and voicemails after failed calls about you ignoring her.
“you drop my baby off, cool, but you think i’m not allowed to know where you are? that’s fucked up.”
“this the second voicemail i had to leave you, yo. what’s got you so busy, hm? answer me.”
“yoo, why they telling me you’re acting out at some club? oh that what got you ignoring me? because you’re in everybody’s face in the club? alright.”
“you’re really testing me, baby. you’re really lucky i’m not the type to cause a scene, but it you keep trying it, i just might have to put our girl in the car and us take a trip hm? answer the fucking phone.”
manon would spiral for a little while longer, waiting for you to answer her, forcing herself to remain call and stay home.
when you finally answered the phone, it took everything in manon not to lose it for it taking so long for you to answer her.
she still lets you have it a little though, making it known for you not to try her again.
i love bd!manon. i love bd!manon. i lovee bd!manon. bring her back!