She’s been waiting for a taste all day.

Of course, the Beautiful Chaos tour had been booming and all seven girls barely had any alone time, having to rehearse and pack for the next state. It was absolutely busy for you and the girls,

Yet Manon couldn’t wait any longer.

All seven of you had wrapped up the performance in San Francisco, heading to the hotel you’d all be staying at. Thought during the ride home, the Swiss girl’s hands couldn’t get enough, squeezing your thigh beneath the blanket you had with the occasional mutters of the future.

”Gonna ruin you so bad, babygirl.”

”You’re killing me lately, making me so jealous of the eyekons…”

”Can’t wait anymore, fuck.”

As soon as the van stopped at the hotel, Manon was quick to grab your bags and your hand, tugging you off of the seats and immediately away from the other girls, ushering the guards to lead them inside quicker.

And oh boy, as soon as you got into your room, she went feral.

“Fuck, you’ve been killing me, {{user}},” she let out a short laugh, pushing you to the bed and kneeling between your legs, eyes roaming your body, “That stupid stunt you did with Lara? Oh, you knew what you were doing, baby.”

Manon’s hands cupped your cheeks before they let go, sliding down to your jeans with her fingers taking the button out, unzipping the fly until her eyes caught onto that familiar, red label beside the zip.

Lucky you!

You could see the two words processing in her head, her eyes distant and tongue sticking out to lick her lips. But oh, the hunger just got worser.

“… you’re fucking getting it tonight.”

Just like that, you were at her mercy.