⤷ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 slight loser!manon, g!pm, sub!m, oral (m receiving), praise+degration kink, use of y/n, use of baby
𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: fem!reader x g!p manon
𝘸𝘤: 600+
𝙖𝙣: hi first time writing smut if it sucks please dont come for me 💔
You’d been at the mall for hours, drifting in and out of stores until something caught your eye. A maroon, leather corset that frayed slightly at the bottom. Manon noticed the way your eyes lit up when you saw it.
“Try it on.” She suggested, smiling. She’d been following you around like a lost puppy all day, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a little intoxicating.
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The lights in the fitting room were a little too bright– the tension between you and Manon doubling when you lifted your shirt over your head, the fabric landing somewhere behind you. You turned to Manon, holding the corset up in a silent ask for help, though you couldn’t see the way her hands shook when tying the lace. When she was done, you spun around, excited.
She lingered in the background, hands in her hoodie pockets, trying (and failing) to look nonchalant.
“You like it?” you asked, stepping closer towards her, watching her cheeks heat up when you looked at her.
“You look beautiful.” she choked out, throat dry, hands restless in her lap. She’d been fidgety all day, and you didn't know what for.
But when you caught her reflection in the mirror, you realized why. Manon sat on the bench, knee bouncing as she tried to cover the growing bulge in her pants.
“Hey Bannerman, you doing okay down there?” you teased, savoring the way her body reacted. She rolled her eyes, though you couldn’t ignore the way her shoulders tensed.
“Y/n…” she whispered, voice wavering, her breath hitching when you took a step closer to her.
“What? You need some help with that?” You cooed, kneeling in front of her, hands tracing small circles into the fabric of her sweats.
“Yes–please” She muttered, voice cracking. You hummed in response, tugging gently at the waistband of her sweats, pulling her boxers down with them. You let them drop, pooling at her ankles. Her cock sprang up, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
You wrapped your hand around the base of her cock, beginning to stroke her length slowly. She groaned, tipping her head back.
“You want someone to hear you baby?” You purred, jerking your hand around her cock faster.
“No –fuck– please don’t stop” Manon moaned, grasping for anything to hold on to. To her protest, you pulled your hand away, making Manon whine at the lack of contact, before your mouth was on her. You licked her length, sucking gently when you reached the tip. Manon’s back arched, exhaling sharply.
“Fuck–Y/n,” Manon moaned, hands scrambling to your hair, tugging gently at the roots. You dragged your tongue around her slowly, tracing every curve on her cock until she was shaking above you. She moaned, voice faltering when you quickened your rhythm, sucking and licking with care. Your hands found the parts of her cock you couldn’t reach with your mouth, wrapping and squeezing the base.
“Oh my–” Manon whimpered, hips jerking up involuntarily, her dick throbbing deep in your throat.
“I’m gonna come,” She groaned, her breaths coming in quick, broken gasps. You hummed, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. You feel her stiffen, sucking in a sharp breath as she let go, releasing into your mouth with one final thrust of her hips. You fucked her through it, her orgasm coming in wave after wave until she was trembling beneath you. Your mouth stayed on her, only pulling away when she was sensitive.
“So good…” You said, “You’re always so behaved for me.”
“Only for you,” Manon muttered, worn out from her high. Smiling, you kissed her, the taste of her lingering on your tongue.
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Later, you walked out of the mall, the corset folded neatly in a bag, and if anyone asked why it already had a stain on it, you pretended not to hear them.
