you always outside, take your ass back home — m.m
#warnings — MDNI : fiancé manz, slight fighting, angst, accusations on cheating, reader flirts with someone else, praise, crying during sex, smut, g!p reader, vanilla sex, cumming inside, reader’s not present during majority of this, marking, etc.. (2.1k)
you both had just argued, neither party wanted to apologize — i mean you’re both petty as shit and thought you were in the right. of course you wouldn’t apologize.
manon caught you talking to some girl, and she lashed out on you, it’s not like you flirted — well you did, but not on purpose. — well. it was on purpose.
your excuse? “she flirted with me, i didn’t wanna leave her hanging” you say, though you had a ring on your finger. — did i mention you and manon were fiancés? right. yeah, you two were planning on getting married.
engaged already and everything. — you two had even just bought your own house, it’s not you guys weren’t in love, i mean hell you’d never catch manon doing this just for a girlfriend so of course she loves you — so why were you trying to play in her face?
you felt like your side of the argument was valid, and hers was wrong while manon thought vice versa. it didn’t make sense to her why you’d flirt when you’re clearly taken? she didn’t care that you were friendly, well she did. but with limits, of course.
you two couldn’t sleep without each other, so now you’re both laying in the bed, not looking at each other. you were facing the window while she laid and faced the ceiling.
she pretended to sleep, but something continued to gnaw at her, she missed you — horribly. her eyes drifted over to you no matter how hard she tried not to look in your direction, her eyes watching as the moonlight caught your face perfectly.
she reached out to touch your face, fingers brushing against your cheek. you didn’t say anything.
overtime, she slowly inched closer, her body pressing against yours for comfort. she was afraid of possibly being rejected, so she stayed silent, and so did you. but your hands were on her hips, pulling her to your lap.
a small gasp left her, but she didn’t reject it, and straddled you. she laid her head against your chest, looking at the stars and listening to your heartbeat — while her own was already racing.
your hands rested on her back, subconsciously rubbing her back. manon was only in her underclothes, while you had on a oversized tee and underwear.
manon let out a soft sigh, the fabric from the shirt mixed perfectly with the body spray you had put on after your shower earlier, and whispered, breaking the silence after hours. “the stars are pretty.. just like you.”
you replied in a similar tone, voice not even reaching a whisper “and you” — causing a small smile to form on manon’s lips, though you can see in her eyes she was still overthinking, feeling conflicted.
“you still find me pretty?” she asked, her tone was hopeful but also scared. — “i know you’re pretty” you murmured. your gaze was gentle as you looked at her, your eyes meeting.
“say it again.. please” she whispered her request , her voice breathy with relief. she needed the reassurance, the reminder you still wanted her, that you loved her.
not the other girl, that was no other girl. that you’re as much as hers as she is yours. — “you’re pretty, my pretty girl.” you’d whisper in a reply, watching as her cheeks turned slightly pink in a faint blush.
“your pretty girl..” she’d repeat in the same soft whisper, pressing closer to you as her body slightly trembled, “i want to be your only pretty girl.. the only one in your eyes” — “you are. and so much more.”
she finally buries her face in your neck, a shaky breath leaving her as she spoke, her tone filled with devotion, “only yours, forever.. yours” — her hands gripping your shirt, scared that if she’d let go, you’d disappear.
even though you didn’t feel like it, your hands found the band of her underwear, thumbs slipping under to pull them off. — manon gasped, but she didn’t stop you.
her body pressed closer, hips lifting slightly to help you, used to the routine by now. she pulled back, to help you but she caught a glimpse of yours eyes, you looked like you weren’t there emotionally.
just there for the physical. for the pleasure. not to reconnect, like the point of the sex. — manon hesitated, “baby?” she softly called out, looking into your eyes.
“yeah?” you looked at her, noticing her concern, “are you alright? we don’t have to if you can’t tonight” — “just.. give me a minute?” and manon leaned back slightly, patiently giving you time.
but if you were honest, you weren’t even hard yet, nowhere near it. you sat there, thinking of something to get you there, then when you finally were you pulled down your boxers.
you helped manon lower herself onto you, her thighs either side of your waist as you went deeper. she could see you weren’t there emotionally, normally you would’ve said something, cupped her cheek — looked at her, at least. but.. nothing.
manon bit her lip, holding back a moan when you were fully inside her. your hands were on hips as you helped her move, but there was completely silence. maybe a sound or two of the sheets rustling, but nothing from either of you.
tears welled in her eyes, her hips moving mechanically, like a robot almost. this wasn’t anything like she wanted, she wanted to feel you, not just the sex, which she couldn’t even enjoy without the pain of you being so distant.
she leaned down, wanting to kiss you but you turned your head away, causing her to let out a small sob. everything in the room felt cold, your touch that was once comfort now felt like just another person touching her — nothing special to it.
finally, a tear rolled down her cheek as she continued, the emptiness between you both was deafening. her movements become slower, more desperate for the warmth that's missing. she whispers your name again.
“y/n..." — her voice was small and desperate, she needed to feel you, know you’re there. you looked at her, eyes finally meeting again, “say my name too.. look at me when you do” she pleaded, her movements stopping.
“i need to hear you say it..” she whispered, her voice breaking more. you whispered, “i love you, manon..” — she pressed her forehead against yours, tears still falling down her cheeks.
“i love you too.. so much more than you’ll ever know” manon whispered, her voice was raw, filled with every ounce of emotion in her body.
you pressed soft kisses to her collarbone, one of many ways you’d show love to her during moments like these. you felt as the tension left her body, she slowly relaxed into the kisses.
“please.. don’t stop loving me, keep doing that” — your hands caressed her hips, each kiss made her body shiver as she pressed closer. “i won’t be able to handle it if you stop” she whispered, hands in your hair, holding you close.
your lips trailed her neck, your hands finding their way to her thighs and ass. she arched her neck slight for you, allowing you more access as small moans slipped from her lips.
her fingers tangled in your hair, and she looked absolutely erotic like this. your tongue licking her neck, watching her pulse quicken under each time you licked her, kissing the same area.
her body craved your touch, even though there was still tension, even though she still felt insecure from just hours prior — she needed that reminder.
“i love you” you softly whispered, hands resting on her ribs, you were now sitting up, back against the headboard. — “i love you too, please don’t forget that. never forget it.” she pleaded.
“manon..” you whispered, pulling back to look at her, her eyes were pleading, breathing labored and heavy, “promise me. say you’ll remember how much i love you, even when we argue..”
her hips began to rock again, your kisses already getting her close to the edge, you matched her pace as you spoke, “i promise. through every fight and more.” — you held her hand, softly kissing it.
her movements became more static, like she was trying to prove something to herself. her body trembled as she climaxed, crying out your name. — instead of enjoying the afterglow, she sobbed into your chest, feeling even worse than before.
her body shook against yours from both the intensity of the orgasm and her sobs. you stopped moving, instead embracing her. the chance of you two making up and having a good night’s sleep was tarnished now — at least in this current moment.
she buried her face further as she cried, body shaking, she felt like she was a mess, she knew she was. she felt like you were leaving, despite the love and reassurance you gave her, she felt like it was still the end.
her hands gripped your shirt again, “i’m sorry.. i’m sorry, i’m a mess” and you shook your head, softly running your fingers through her hair, “you’re not a mess. i swear.” you’d whispered softly, wiping her tears and kissing her softly.
the kiss made her feel better, her body melting into it in an instant, kissing back with such desperation that it was almost appalling. a small moan slipped out, her hips subconsciously moving again.
you broke the kiss, a small moan leaving you, “manon..” her arms wrapping around your neck, her eyes looking into yours, moaning your name.
her body shook slightly, “please tell me you feel me.. not just the sex” she whispered against your lips, and you murmured back “i love you, so much” your hands rested on her hips as she rolled them.
her tears fell freely, mixing with her sweat as she heard your words. — she believed you but she didn't believe you actually felt it.
“i love you.. i’ll show you.. i’ll prove it to you.” she gasped out, her tears fell faster, not just from the sadness but from pleasure as well.
you wiped her tears, holding her hips steady as she moved faster, holding eye contact with her. her eyes searched yours, looking for sincerity and love, her own filled with desperation and love.
her hand reached down to rub her clit, panting against your mouth, “i’m right here..” you whispered, kissing her softly, then she broke it to whisper, “do you promise?” — and you nod.
your hand slid down, replacing hers and gently doing the work for her, the double stimulation pushed her closer but she didn’t wanna cum until you had.
the pace turned more loving, from just sex, to now something more intimate. “i’m actually here” you murmured, moving to kiss her neck again.
she let out a small gasped, rolling her hips with each time you thrusted up, “don’t leave again.. please” — “i’ll never leave.. my pretty girl.” you whisper against her skin, softly kissing it.
“my perfect love..” she moaned softly, getting closer. you flipped the position, now in missionary. you softly thrusted, her thighs on your waist.
her back arched, looking into your eyes as she gripped the sheets, “make me yours..” she whispered, and you kissed her, pulling back to say, “promise me we’ll never be here again”
she nodded, desperately. she never wanted to fight like this again, “i promise. i swear.” her words were sealed with another kiss, your hips thrusting teasingly, almost rolling, working you both closer to edge.
manon’s nails dug into your back, slightly scratching you, she was holding back and you could feel how she clenched around you. she didn’t wanna lose the moment, but she couldn’t hold it any longer. — “i’m so close..” she’d whisper, pulling you down for a desperate kiss.
you murmured against her lips that you were close too, speeding up your thrusts. “cum with me..” she pleads, walls fluttering around you. tears began to fall again, this time from relief and pleasure, the intensity and intimacy of the moment slightly overwhelmed her.
“together” you moaned with her, after a few thrusts she cried out your name, cumming hard. her nails dug further into your back, you kissed her collarbone, leaving a hickey, allowing her to moan freely and catch her breath as you chased your own release.
finally, you buried deep, cumming inside her. she pulled you into a tender kiss, and held you close, riding out the waves of your orgasm. — she whispered softly after a while, “thank you for loving me.. and coming back”
you placed a soft kiss to her cheek, “i love you too much to let you go..” — she replied with a small, “i love you more than anything in this world."
she said it like a mantra, like she was reminding herself and you both. she caressed your face tenderly, still trying to catch her breath. — you buried your face into her neck, softly massaging her hips as your breathing slowly regulated.
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