Warnings: Smut, voyeurism, menstrual blood play… bunch of stuff going on here. 😉

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Jotaro

Jotaro loves rough sex. He loves you being helpless and dazed as he thrusts into you, claiming your body. He might even degrade you but in a praising way, like calling you a “good slut.” He’s not one for foreplay, he just wants to fuck you silly, but when you’re done he’ll kiss you on the head and tell you how good you are for him, and make sure he helps you recover.

Rohan

Rohan loves your body, every part of it. He worships it, and always wants to sketch you during sex. He draws picture perfect images of your naked body and your most private parts (his favorite is a sketch of your dripping pussy) and he often stops in the middle of the act to capture your expression or how you look in a certain position. He keeps them all for his eyes only, and usually masturbates to them when you’re not around.

Kakyoin

Noriaki Kakyoin loves two things most of all: voyeurism and your tits. He gets off on just watching you pleasure yourself, even more so if he’s hiding somewhere, like peeking from a doorway or inside a closet. When he’s not roleplaying being a pervert, he loves giving your breasts attention. He’ll lick them, suck them, bury his face in them… he can’t get enough. He could cum just looking at them.

Kira

Kira loves your hands, of course. You’re the lucky woman he didn’t want to kill for her hands because you’re just so pretty and good at using them. He loves handjobs; just start touching his cock and he’s putty. He loves it when you jack him off with one hand, while the other stays in his mouth, him sucking on your soft fingers as he moans pathetically. He prefers handjobs over fucking, but he will occasionally make love to you as long as your hands are running all over him the whole time. Other than that, he typically just watches, getting hard, as you finger yourself.

Dio

Dio is a vampire, so he obviously loves blood. If you’re not into him gently slicing your skin to get a taste, he will be disappointed, but he will remain patient and wait for your time of the month, and when that time comes, he simply cannot pull himself away from between your legs. No matter how disgusted or self conscious you feel, he will lap up your menstrual blood like it’s nectar, making you cum over and over. He usually concludes his feast by rubbing some of the blood on himself, particularly on his cock, and finishing all over you. The only thing he likes almost as much as your blood is threesomes; expect lots of wild nights sharing him with Mariah or Vanilla Ice.

Johnathan

Johnathan is a perfect gentleman… in public. In private he loves ravaging you with kisses all over your body and rips your clothes away, unable to contain himself. He loves doing it in every position, and he adores when you let him push his massive cock all the way in. But his favorite thing is hearing how vocal you are as he fucks you. Your sweet, pathetic cries and moans of pleasure are music to his ears. He secretly wants the whole household to hear how good he’s making you feel.

Kars

Kars loves how pathetic you are. The way you beg for his cock, such a puny, silly human. He never understands why you ask for it, then complain the entire time about how big he is and how it kind of hurts, but he loves it. He especially loves taking you from behind, pounding your tight hole as he watches your ass bounce. He often buries his face in your crack, licking and moaning. He will request that you sit on his face, and you do so without question, grinding against him.

Joseph

pairing: g!p athlete!manon bannerman x cheerleader!fem reader

warnings: heavy smut, lots of degrading, praising, oral sex, riding, smacking, tit sucking, mommy kink, bondage, r is lowkey mean (manon loves it), breeding, unprotected sex, p in v, nipple play, aftercare

Manon was the star athlete of the football team. You were the ‘it’ girl. Anybody could’ve seen that relationship coming from a mile away—it was a stereotypical dynamic that happened a lot.

However, you were a bitch. Not all the time, just sometimes, especially with stupid people. The kicker is the fact that you’re mean to Manon too, but she fucking loves it. God, she lived to hear you insult her just so she could smirk and say, “whatever you say princess,” as if she was right where she wanted to be.

Insulting her became your love language. She loved it, it was your personality—it just happened to become this thing between you two.

She was training with her girls in the football field that afternoon. You promised you’d come and watch, which you did, but immediately regretted it when your ass went numb from sitting on the bleachers for too long and the sun was beaming down on you.

Coach blew the whistle, signaling the end of practice. Manon walked with Megan until she spotted you and completely abandoned her, running up the bleachers til she got to you.

Manon leaned in for a kiss but your hand pushed her chest away gently. “Ew, you’re sweaty.”

“Like it?” She smirked, shaking her curly hair as sweat drizzled down a little.

“Manon!” You screamed, shoving her shoulder roughly. Your girlfriend laughed as she took her jersey off, throwing it around her neck.

“Come on, darling, I’ll buy you a milkshake as an apology.”

“Only if-“

“It comes with fries?” She predicted, making you raise a brow. Manon only grinned wider. “Maybe a bunch of kisses too? Cuddles? A date night? Head?”

That got a laugh from you. She beamed brighter than she ever has before.

Later that day at dusk, you sat across from Manon in the diner’s booth, sipping on your strawberry milkshake. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you were so happy.

Manon admired you lovingly with her chin on the palm of her hand. The waitress came by, Manon slipping her card to pay for the bill. You munched happily on your French fries before you two ultimately decided to leave.

Your parents were out of town so of course, Manon begged you to let her stay over the entire night. You would’ve easily said yes, but you loved the way she pleaded. It was so cute.

She held the door open for you as you entered your home, smelling faintly like vanilla and cherries. Manon dropped your bag by the door, hanging your coat on the hook screwed into the wall. “Need help?” She asked, gesturing to the heels you wore.”

You didn’t need help—she knew that.

But you sat down on the couch anyway and stuck your feet up. Manon knelt in front of you, placing them against her chest as she slowly lifted the straps of your heels, sliding them off your feet.

“Feel better?” Manon asked. Her hand caressed around your ankle as her lips started kissing up your thighs.

You hummed blissfully. “Yes.”

Your girlfriend nodded, slowly wrapping your legs around her neck. Manon looked up at you with this worshipping expression swirling in the irises of her eyes. You truly were the only person she could see herself with forever.

Slowly, with your help, she scraped your panties down your legs and tossed aside. Your skirt was bunched up, allowing manon to dive between your thighs, lips sucking on your clit immediately.

“Just like that, baby.” You moaned, guiding her and grinding on her face. Manon moaned too. “Don’t fucking stop.”

She mumbled something incoherent, maybe along the lines of “I won’t,” but you weren’t dwelling on it too much, you were only concerned about the rapidly approaching orgasm coming your way.

Manon was skilled with her tongue—moving the wet muscle in ways you’d never felt before until you met her. She dug deep, swirling, lapping up any drop that spills.

Soon you were coming on her tongue, watching her swallow every juice. You cupped her jaw, “Good girl,” You said and shoved her away. “Upstairs to my room. Now. Better be naked by the time I get there.”

Manon sprinted so fast, thankful that she was an athlete. You watched with an amused smirk, giving her a minute or two before slowly strutting up the steps and entering your bedroom.

Your eyes darkened at the sight—Manon was on her knees, utterly naked, cock hard as a rock between her legs, curving slightly in a way that made your mouth water. The trimmed bush made for a perfect happy trail had your pussy clenching around nothing. She looked at you with those yearning eyes.

“So ready for me.” You circled her like she was your prey. “Good girl.” The praise did not go unnoticed—precum oozed from her red tip.

“What would you like me to do… mommy?” She asked innocently, kissing up your smooth leg, eye contact deep.

You sighed softly. “On the bed, slut. Arms above your head.”

Manon complied with ease—she now lied flat on her back against the sheets, legs spread slightly with her arms, of course, above her head. You grabbed the fuzzy handcuffs in your drawer before cuffing her hands to the headboard.

You straddled her waist, feeling her hard cock pressing against your ass. “You’re mine to use, understood? You let me have my fun and I’ll let you have yours.”

“Yes, mommy.” Manon whimpered.

Immediately, you drag your finger down her abs to watch them flex before grabbing her cock, shoving it deep inside you. Manon moaned out, hips stuttering upwards into an accidental thrust. You shoved them down against the bed.

“Don’t move, whore. You’re my toy to use, you don’t get to have fun yet.” You spat out, smacking her across the face.

Manon’s cock got harder. You smirked.

Then you rocked your hips, riding her so roughly, Manon swore she could see stars. You bounced hard on her cock, never letting her cum or touch you.

You came all over her cock, letting a sticky mess create itself between your legs and hers. Manon moaned, cock still hard as a rock. You teased her everywhere possible—brushing your thumbs across her nipples, scratching at her abs, kissing her neck and leaving huge hickey’s that you definitely won’t let her cover up.

“What are you?” You pinched her nipple.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!” She screamed—half in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her face.

“Good girl.” You wiped them away with ease, releasing her hands from the cuffs. You easily flipped her over so that she was on top of you. “Now fuck me so hard and don’t stop til I tell you too. If you’re good… I’ll let you cum inside me. Got it?”

“Yes, mommy. I’ll be so good.” Manon slowly guided herself back inside you, moaning out softly.

“Good slut.” You smacked her face again—not hard to hurt, but enough to turn her on more. She whined in need, nudging her nose against your chest. “Move, bitch. Don’t make me say it again.”

“Yes, mommy.” Manon thrusted in and out of you. Squelching noises filled the air, the sound of skin slapping sent Manon’s head spiraling. “Fuck.” She groaned as you shoved her head down, letting her suck on your tits.

You moaned, satisfied, chest puffing up more into her mouth. “Keep going.” You panted heavily in her ear.

Manon didn’t stop—she thrusted harder, faster. Any way that she could to please you. She felt like you were her owner and she was nothing but this muscular toy with a cock that drove you crazy. The thought alone was making precum ooze more from her tip.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” You whispered breathlessly. Your nails dug into the skin of her bag. Manon winced, eyes rolling back into her head. Your nipple sadly slipped from her lips.

You came with a loud moan of your girlfriend’s name echoing through the room—you were so glad your parents weren’t even home. Manon thrusted relentlessly into you, never once stopping like you demanded.

“Wanna come? Is that what you want, fucking slut? Bet you’d never come this hard without me.”

“Never, mommy, never. Only for you, only you get me like this.” Manon cries and looks up at you with the biggest doe eyes ever. Your heart softened—slightly.

“I’m going to countdown from 3. Let’s see how well trained you are.” You degraded, holding up your fingers as Manon whimpered. “3… 2… 1… cum, Manon.”

Her hot seed flooded your pussy like a gushing river, spurting out onto the bedsheets as well. She overfilled you to the point you actually thought you might get pregnant from this. Manon cried out a long moan mixed with a whimper of your name before crashing down on top do you, cock soft now, but still buried deep inside you.

“Good girl.” You cooed, rubbing her back to soothe the stinging pain of the scratches you left. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Love you so much.” Manon sobbed into your neck. You felt the tears soaking your skin.

“Shh, shh. You’re okay.” You gently comforted her, kissing her temple.

Manon calmed down from your soothing and gentle kisses. Inevitably, she fell asleep on top of you. You gently pushed her out of you, groaning in her sleep, you rolled her over on her back.

You came back from the bathroom with a wet rag to clean her and yourself up with. Once you finished, you left the sheets the way they are, making a mental reminder for Manon to help change them tomorrow morning.

Fiance!Cameron Cade x Willa Johnson 

Summary: After a week away, Cameron was home. Long nights spent without her, leaving him disheveled and desperate. Right before he left, he proposed to her, calling her his forever. The fresh sparks are still in the air, which brought only ache for Cam to be home.

Warnings: 18+ Smut, unprotected p in v, degrading, oral (m receiving), praise kink, choking, forced anal, language, rough handling, dom/sub, Cam having an aggression episode, cockwarming.

Words:4.3k

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As soon as he walked through that door, he was on a hunt, a quick one if he played his cards right. A week was hard and long on the man; phone calls, small sneaky polaroids, were not doing enough while away. He needed to be home with her, posted up in his home, his room, his bed with his woman. Isaiah trained him for greatness on the field, but not only did that spark something with him, it lit a fire within him. Cameron's head went to many places while away. 

Balance, the skill to love her while loving a sport that took him away at times. Without a doubt, Cameron loved her more than any gift that was given in his life. She was someone sent from god just for him, so perfect.  Football was where he spent 50% of his life, while the other 50% was with her. 

Perfection is the way to be seen as the best there ever was. Cameron wanted that honor to be called the goat; having that willpower brought a sense of satisfaction. He wanted fans to blow his name everywhere; they were his disciples. He wanted to be perfect for her, outside of football, in their world. Cam wanted to cover her in the finest things she had never had. He wanted Willa to wake up every day and tell him he was her “Protector of all the evil” and “My floating grace.” That’s what kept him going. 

Domination, to have control over everything and everyone. If it was to get in the palm of his hands, it was his, no questions asked. A football, no matter if it was the first game of the season or the national championship. When it’s being thrown 75 yards down a field, he has a target, and that is going to reach. From day one of Isaiah’s retreat, Cam learned that if you can’t find control over things, what's the point of having it all. 

Cameron changed from the time he left to the time he came back. Cameron was no longer in a daze, staring at the walls, feeling like he wasn’t there, or didn’t even look overstimulated by everyone around him. He was tone deaf, observing everything that stood in the way of his success. His head was screaming at him to hurt something or someone. To ease that feeling, he was gonna have to substitute for something else. He knew how to control these thoughts, but they would never leave until satisfied.

That new, fresh ring that sat heavily on her finger was all he could think about seeing again. He vowed to her he was gonna come back, ready and prepared better than before. That their story was only beginning, he was gonna make her proud to be his. 

Cameron walked into their home, leaving his bag at the door, his eyes scanned the space, searching for a glimpse of her. Willa’s smell strongly lingered throughout the house, her rich, over-consuming cocoa smell already staining his nose, making him want to kneel to the aroma. Her Bluetooth speaker blasted Sade throughout the home, reassuring him she was here. He was trying to be patient with her, not wanting to instantly swoop in on the unexpected woman. But it was aching him at the bone, not to.  

His large timberland boots drew him into the grand kitchen, the modern look painted all around, the ceiling was high with dangling lights, counters were marble with a backsplash of granite, and a dark silhouette shadow of Willa stood. Cameron could feel the tension in his body begin to unwind and relax just by the sight. 

Then he found her, distracted, arched over the counter, with her mouth hovering over the speaker of her phone. Not taking a sense of what was going on around her. He just watched her, not long and creepy, but at a sense of he was back in their space again. 

The long, dark locs that usually lay across her back, now wrapped up in a bun, freshly re-wisted at the scalp. Her oiled skin glowed underneath the sunlight that cascaded into the kitchen perfectly. She looked like she had just gotten out of the shower, her body wrapped in a towel. 

“Girl, if he left you with that big ass rock on your finger, oh for sure he got you locked down.” Serenity’s voice came through the phone, Willa’s best friend. Cameron's head tilted to the side, a chuckle coming past his lips. Willa raised her left hand, raising it towards the reflection that came in the room. Glares bounced off of it, bringing sparkles to the walls. 

“That blad-headed nigga doesn’t run me, girl, please.” Her laugh filled the room loudly. The words that came out of her mouth cocked something within Cam. His hands roughly came down his face, watching her with an inflamed desire to reach out and yank her down. Cameron ran their house; everyone knew that. He’s the reason she's at home, he's the reason she gets everything she wants, he's the reason she never goes to bed unsatisfied. Willa saying ‘doesn’t run me’ was a myth in everyone’s book. Cam was not letting that slide. 

Cameron came out of his position on the door frame and into her proximity. His body hovered over her arched back, with a quick blink of an eye, his Fingers dug into Willa’s nape, His grip on unyielding as he yanked her up from the counter. The phone slipped from her hand, and serenity's voice was cut off mid-sentence. Willa’s eyes widened, a flash of fear crossing her face as she was pulled backward, her body arching against Cameron's. 

He picked up the phone, bringing the bottom of it to his mouth. “Bye, serenity, this bald-headed nigga does run her,” And with a click, the phone was hung up. He threw the phone on the counter, leaving it there. 

Cameron was infuriated by the thought of who Willa thought she was. Willa wasn’t as strong-minded as he was, and he knew that very well. Cameron was demented by her words; he’d only been gone for a week, and she thought he was a ‘bald nigga’. Last time they were Intimate, she praised him and how much she liked his hair being buzzed.

As he spun Willa around to face him, his eyes locked with hers, blazing with intensity. Willa’s pupils dilated, her breath catching in her throat. She knew that look, had seen it before, but never quite like this. There was something primal about Cameron now, something that made her pulse quicken in her skin, prickle with an anticipation. This scared her. She didn't know if it was Cameron being home and not hearing him come through the door or if it was how he was treating her.

The air was heavy with tension, the only sound the soft hum of her speaker in the background. Cameron's eyes never left her as he began to walk her backward, his movements deliberate and controlled. The counter edge bit into Willa’s hips, and she felt a jolt of pain, but it was nothing compared to the fire that seemed to be building inside her. Cameron's face was inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin, and she could feel the vibration of his growl as he whispered, “So you think I’m just a ball-headed nigga, Willa?” 

Willa’s heart skipped to beat, and she realized she was in for a reckoning. His fingers tightened around her neck, holding her in place as he leaned in closer. The heat from his body enveloped her, making her skin prickle with sweat. She could feel the attention in his muscles that coiled the power waiting to be unleashed.

“Answer me, Willa,” He whispered, his voice low and menacing. “Is that what I look like to you?” The words were a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, and Willa knew she had to try carefully. She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice, but it was barely a whisper. “N-no Cameron” 

Cameron inhaled sharply, then let out an infuriating exhale. It was hot against her cold and chilled face. His eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he searched for the truth. Her body was shaped underneath him. She looked scared, but she was aroused by this. All the plans Cameron had for coming home were to praise her, gently holding her close until sunrise the next day. That's now long forgotten, left in the back of his mind.  

“God, and the things I was gonna do for you,” shaking his head, he grips her lower jaw, aiming it up to look directly at him, “This whole week I was away, leaving my blood, sweat, and tears at that compound. Leaving my new ringed fiancée here all by herself,”  he examines her diamond-encrusted hand, rubbing it against the pad of his thumb. “I felt bad, you know, had been thinking you were lost without me.” 

“But…Willa, it seems to me you lost your manners and,” he faced to face with her terrified eyes, “forgot who runs this shit around here.” A rush of cool air covered her body. Cameron had yanked the towel off her body, throwing it across the kitchen. Willa’s nipples instantly hardened at the feeling. She was completely exposed, her bare skin gleaming in the kitchen lights. 

Cameron’s eyes hovered over her, his gaze hungry and possessive. 

“Get on your knees.” 

The sound of him brought shivers down her spine, his voice sharp, demanding like there was no other choice. Willa’s leg trembled at the thought, trying to process what was going on. There was a punishment for both, so she would not be in the clear, no matter what. Cameron didn’t have the time for her; his large hand pushed the back of her head, pushing her onto the cold hardwood floor. She gasped in surprise, came out of her lips at the action.

“That's another thing added to the list, can’t remember how to listen anymore, huh?” Cameron's fingers tap her cheek repeatedly. A loud pop filled the room, chilling the room colder than it already was. Willa’s cheek burned, feeling a buzz that needed to be scratched to go away. Cameron shook his head, watching her. Then snap, Cameron has his belt unbuckled and onto the floor with a loud clink, rattling her knees at the impact. 

He slowly unzipped his pants; the sounds of the zipper echoed through the kitchen, like a promise of what was to come. The fabric parting a villain, the bulge that had been straining against the material now, free and standing erect. His cock slapped up against his stomach, hard and angry red at the tip. Precum beaded thickly at the slit, already running down the length in a slick trail. He was long and heavy, the veins running thick along his shaft, pulsing visibly, looked almost raging mad. 

There had been more times the Willa could count that she had seen been face to face with his erection, but this, this right here it was abnormal to see. It made her question so many things. Was he given hormonal shots? Was he taking supplements? Did the week just hit him that ba-

Her thoughts were stopped as fast as they came. Cameron’s hands gripped her locs again, shoving her towards his cock, waiting for her to open. Her lips parted, nervously, settling, still, her breath whispering against his skin. The warmth of her exhalation dances across his flesh, sending shivers coursing through his body, his eyes flashing with fierce light. As Willa’s lips made contact with Cameron's arousal, a low growl rumbled through his chest, the sound of primal, almost feral. His hands tighten in her hair, holding her in place as his hips begin to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that seems to match the breathing of their hearts.

“You like to act up, this is where it's always gonna get you, on your knees begging to breathe.” his words, coming out as a grunt, were her lips' work on him to good, to stabilize his words his pace quickened, Willa’s body responded incentive, Her gag reflex, kicking in as his arosual pressed against the back of her throat. Her eyes widened, tears prickled at the corners as she struggled to accommodate his relentless rhythm.

Cameron's grip on her hair tightened, holding her in place as he continued to drive forward, his breathing growing more labored as the pace continued to escalate. Well, his body began a tremble, and her hands, grasping at Cameron's thighs, her fingers were digging into the skin of his thigh. Her eyes locked onto his at him desperately for mercy, but Cameron's gaze was unyielding, his focus solely on his own gratification.

The air was thick with attention. The only sound was the ragged breathing, the gagging, and the soft slipping Skin on skin. The moment hung suspended, a pleasure in pain as Cameron's body tensed, poised on the brink of release. Willa’s Eyes never left his face, her gaze trapped by the intensity of his expression. Her own body was a massive sensation, the discomfort of gagging mingling with the thrill of submission as she felt herself being pushed to the limits of her endurance.

And then in the instant it was over, Cameron's body relaxed his grip on Willa’s hair, easing as he pulled back, a string of his cum dropped out of her mouth. Willa’s Eyes dropped, her gaze falling to the floor, as she struggled to catch her breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their encounter. Heavy Pants came from Cameron's chest, trying to come down from his high.

“I’m not done, baby, there are still things you need to learn.” Next thing you know, Willa was snatched up, once again, off her knees and over his shoulder. The swift motion brought chills to her naked body; she felt cold, but something deep in her core warmed her body. 

“Cam-” before she could finish, a hard clap filled the room with a squelched yelp. Her ass throbbed with pain, his hands leaving a temporary mark. Willa’s head swayed, holding onto his back, she could see the floor mat changing as Cameron walked out of the kitchen. Everything around her felt dizzy to even keep her eyes open; her head felt light as the blood rushed to her head. She was completely at his mercy, her body draped over his shoulder like a rag doll, her legs dangling in the air. 

Then, suddenly, her bare back met the cold leather couch, body smacking down against it in a quick motion. Cameron’s hands were on her legs, pulling them up into the air as he positioned her to his liking. “My woman knows who runs this,” his eyes watched her gaping whole clench at the emptiness, wet glistening under his gaze. “But clearly she's forgotten her sense of being.” Then, slap, the palm of her hand hit her aching lips. Willa moaned at the unfamiliar feeling; her world spun, not know what to hold onto. 

Cameron’s fingers were behind her knees, steadying her beneath him. His erection, still hard and raging, pressed against her as he leaned over her, his knees closing her in. “Keep your legs up,” He gritted at his teeth. Willa was quick to obey, leaving them up and separated. Cameron’s finger yanked the band that kept her hair up, breaking it out. Willa’s hair was falling due to the rough interaction. 

When it came to intimate moments, Cameron always liked her hair down. It felt good to have something to pull, grip, and hold in those times. Not missing a beat of connection against the two. And he liked the way she bounced when she rode him, till the earliest of mornings.

Cameron pulled his shirt over himself, throwing it across the room. Willa’s eyes caught onto his chest, fresh bruises lay dark and spotty, his abs were deeply sculptured, toning his body. She knew her man from the ends and outs, but football never made him come looking beat up. Cameron’s finger dug through her scalp, finding a grip on her locs. “Aye, eyes up here,” he stopped her in her tracks. 

With the firm grip, he slid into her rough, his cock pounding into her loudly as she screamed. The way he filled her perfectly brought a deep sensation within her body. The sounds of their bodies colliding were like music to her ears; the sensation brought tears to the corners of her eyes.

“S-slow down, Cam,” words pushed out like a gasp of wanted air. Her hands reached up at his palpating biceps to pull him away, but Cameron had too much momentum to be stopped now. His speed only increased from here; the clapping of where the two meet became louder, and Willa’s body ached even more. 

“Unt uh, I’ll slow down when I’m ready. I’m done hearing you talk.”

Cameron’s lips quickly latched onto hers, muting her moans into his. Their lips, wet with saliva, meet at each other's. His mouth was insistent, his tongue probing the depths of her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless. Cameron still pounded into her heavily with no remorse in sight. Pulling away from her no glossy lips, he bit down a little on her bottom lip before fully pulling away. 

Willa’s body was on fire, her nerve endings screaming for release as Cameron pounded into her. She was so close, so close, her climax building with each thrust. His dick twitched to release, wanting nothing more than to explode deep in her walls. With each slap of the skin, it brought pulsating agony to him. But he was not satisfying her just yet. 

Just as she was meeting her release, Cameron pulled out, his cock leaving her body with a suddenness that left her gasping. Sweat beads dripped down her forehead. “N-no, no, that's not fair, Cameron,” she spat out in heavy breaths. Letting go of her scalp, he found the back of her knees again. Pushing her up in an L-shaped position, bringing her lower back arching slightly off the couch.

“It's not? Well, what isn’t? I’m sent away for a week to train not just for me but for us. And I walk in, hearing some straight bullshit come from your lips. That's not fair.” He stated, watching above her nervous eyes. “Back-to-back, these bitches were trying me, you know. Making me want to quit, but quitting is for pussies and I sure ain’t one.” 

Cameron’s cock still stood large, veiny, and straight, raging for more. But slowly his eyes ran down her strunched up body, down, down, and stopped right at her tight forbidden hole. Willa’s body froze up as she watched where his eyes lingered. A smirk broke across his face, knowing she was watching and how fear was running through her body. 

“No, no, no,” she begged, her voice shaking with fear. “Please, Cameron, don’t. I don’t want it.” But he just laughed, his eyes gleaming with lust as he gazed down at her. He moved himself forward, his cock tapping at the pits of her heaven, begging to be let in. 

“Shhh, relax, let me in.” His hands moved to her ass-cheeks, spreading them further apart, her ass clenched at the feeling. “I’ll take you however I want.” Willa saw only a fierce determination in his eyes, a resolve to take her to the limit and beyond. 

Willa and Cameron had never gone this far; the man who was standing over here was not him. There had been times he’d tease her about it, but never full on. This was the man she was supposedly marrying to. She felt trapped, caught in a situation she couldn’t control, and she didn’t know how to escape. All she could do was beg, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breath. 

“Not ther-” cut off once again by his sudden thrust. Cameron pushed himself in, Willa feeling a searing pain, her body resisting the invasion. Tears running down her already stained face. He watched as he slowly eased himself fully inside her, squeezing through the once impossible. 

Cameron placed her legs on top of his shoulders for better support. He reached his hand out to her wet cheek, caressing it softly, smearing her tears away. “Stop all that crying, baby, it’ll be over soon.” Willa didn’t care when it ended; it was now that she wanted this feeling to go away. Willa’s body was on fire, her ass burning with pain as Cameron fucked her. She was a whimpering mess, trying to grab onto the cushions behind her to ease the pain. 

Willa’s body searched for her pleasure to hope on, the pain giving way to a dull ache. Movements were still forceful, but they were no longer painful, and her body began to respond, her ass clenching around his cock as he fucked her. Then, with one more thrust, his body let go, releasing into her deep hole. Willa could feel the fullness that soaked into her. Cameron’s grunts filled the room, shuddering roughly. 

Cameron’s body was soaked with sweat, his chest shining against the sun that came through the large windows. His body is going fully limp over her, almost falling on top of her, and he grabs the back of the couch to support himself still, muscles strained at the feeling. 

Cameron pulled out his cock, leaving her ass with a soft pop. Her whole slowly oozed out his cum. The white fluid drips out of her, running down. A moan of exhaustion came out of Willa, trying to bring herself back. Willa didn't know how to feel. It hurt like hell, but it was over. She watched as Cameron hovered over her, deeply breathing, trying to regain his strength.

She watched as his body relaxed over her, his muscles no longer looked strained or tense, veins weren’t pumping full of rushing blood. He looked soft, her Cameron. Slowly, he looked recognizable again, and calmness took over him. Cameron opened his eyes, looking over her, no longer in lust but in adoration.

“God, you’re so perfect for me.” Cameron’s voice came out much softer. “If I didn’t have you, I’d be lost, you know, baby.” his lips softly kissed at her temple. “You’re my anchor, the reason I keep going.” Backing away, he stood at his feet. Cameron slowly moved her legs down, letting her body relax. “Think it’s time for me to make you better, yeah?” 

Willa just responds with a whimper, her body overstimulated and exhausted. Her arms and legs felt like noodles floating in the air. Cameron’s muscular arms picked her up gently, bringing her into his arms. “I know you’re tired, mama, but remember I never let you go to bed unsatisfied.” His large hands rubbed at her warm back, while her head rested in the crook of her neck. 

Cameron’s foot hit their bedroom door, opening it to the large room. With a gentle ease, he placed her on the bed. “Climb up more so you can rest on the pillows,” he suggested. This was no longer about his satisfaction; it was hers. Cameron knew what came over him; he had an episode, which started ever since he was at the compound, but he just wasn’t ready to admit what was going on to her. 

Willa placed her head onto her soft pillow, giving her head a rest. He waited till she looked comfortable before crawling up onto the bed, sitting in front of her. Cameron leaned down, kissing her skin gently, a soft connection at her lower stomach, soft breast, and then finally her lips. His lips lingered longer on hers, a quiet message letting her know the pain was over. “Let me know when you’re ready.” 

Willa's soft eyes caught him. “I’m ready.” 

Cameron rolled onto his side beside her, delicately gripping her to turn onto her side to face him. “You’re so perfect,” he praised her as he slightly raised her thigh for access, easing himself in. A moan flew out of Willa’s lips at the feeling. Cameron's lips never left hers, his kisses constant and reassuring. His hands, large and powerful, cradled her hip, pushing her in place as he moved inside her. 

Willa’s hand held the back of Cameron’s head for stability. The air was thick with the scent of their bodies, the sound of their soft gasps and moans filling the room. Willa's eyes, dark and shining, locked onto Cameron's, her gaze searching for something in his eyes. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the only sound the soft rustle of the sheets and the beat of their hearts.

Then, for the first time in a while, her body let go of its release, bringing a long-awaited sensation running through her body. Willa moaned out a satisfied hum. Cameron stills into her, no longer thrusting; he could feel her around him, and that's all he needed. “You didn't–”

“I know, baby, I wasn’t planning on it. Just wanted to make this about you.” Cam’s lips met at her forehead, closing his eyes. Cameron tucked deeply inside her, not planning on leaving there for the rest of the night. This was his home, inside a home. “Close your eyes, baby,” he cooed to her.

Willa let go…feeling at rest again.

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Notes: NEVER...EVER...AGAIN! At one point, I wanted Willa to shank Cam. But they made it out alive. I'm freaked the fuck out this...is...not...my...speed. A knee-dropping hit the floor, crying fic is coming soon just for payback for y'all freak fucks. Anyway bye sista's!!

fight so dirty, love so sweet

mingi (model au)

cw; MDNI, coworker smut, dom!|mingi, ring kink, power play, teasing, hate fucking, forced proximity, mirror fucking, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol sharing, bruising.

word count; 3.1k

AN; hands down on of my favourite pieces i've wrote. inspired by mingi's paris fashion week look!! not affiliated with ATEEZ - all fictional

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Paris.

City of love. Full of romance, art and culture. Ideal vacation.

Unfortunately you weren't here for fun. No, you were here to manage South Korea's most insufferable bad boy. Chosen to be the handler of Song Mingi was supposed to be a privilege, given his achievements and popularity.

Privilege it was not.

Three words summed him up; obnoxious, egotistical and wild.

Constant scandals plastered over social media, causing nothing but grief for the stream of managers he'd previously had. He was beyond hard work. It was a miracle he still had a career. Then again, you'd been his manager for a year now and had miraculously cleaned up any potential messes he'd made. Something he loathed. All his former managers had been mousy, barely uttered a word to him. But, you? You were the only one able to tackle him head on and he despised that.

Every chance he got, he did his best to get under your skin. Seeing if there was a breaking point you had, any way that you would crack and he would win. But you never gave him the satisfaction.

--

Paparazzi swarmed the hotel as your limo pulled up outside; security already in position. A small sigh left your lips, energy levels already drained from the flight.

"Is the princess tired?"

Mingi's voice cut through your fatigue, immediately setting off your defences.

"A black eye really wouldn't be good for your image, Mingi."

Subtle warning murmured as you opened the door and stepped out into the horde of adoring fans and eager journalists. Mingi's lips curled into a smirk as he placed his sunglasses on, watching as you slammed the door behind you.

--

"Surely there's been a mistake. There should be two rooms."

There was no way this was happening. No way the company would book yourself and Mingi into one room. They were more than aware of the tumultuous relationship you and their bad boy shared.

"I'm sorry, Miss. It's one room under the name Song Mingi."

Scrunching your nose up in frustration, trying to keep calm as you asked the clerk to check one more time.

"What are the chances it's just one bed too?"

Stiffening at the sound of his voice inches from your ear, you tried to ignore the possibility he had brought to light.

"Then I hope you make the floor comfy."

By now you'd mastered how to keep your voice low enough that no-one else could hear, but loud enough that Mingi knew you were insulting him. Faintest brush of his fingers along your lower waist caused a stir inside of you, his breath now ghosting your ear.

"You know it turns me on when you play hard to get."

Drawing your elbow back, you jabbed him in the chest, not too hard, but enough for him get to the idea. Directing your attention back to the apologetic clerk, you could tell from his expression that there really was only one room. Fuck.

Mingi plucked the key card from the clerk, giving him one of his signature winks before nudging you towards the elevator.

"Come on, princess. Let's find our room."

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Some days you missed the simplicity of your old life. No early mornings, no late nights. The ability to do whatever you liked and not have to worry about the implications it would cause the reputation of the company. Being a manager meant you were just as much in the spotlight as the models. Which also meant wearing the designer labels and acting the part. For this specific event you were showing off the latest wear from Dolce and Gabbana. Catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, you touched up your lipstick before facing Mingi.

Decked head to toe in Christian Louboutin, his attention fully on whatever he was posting on social media. For a moment, you stripped away his frustration inducing personality and focused on the fact he was a handsome guy. Ridiculously blonde hair, cheekbones that were so defined it made you jealous, two moles on his face that would make any person's heart flutter.

"Last person who looked at me like that ended up sucking my-"

"Do not finish that sentence if you value your life."

Throwing a hand up, stopping in his tracks.

"I do not need a run down of your sexual encounters, enough of them have been on the internet."

Shaking your head, you plucked the phone from his hands, placing it down on the oak table behind him.

"Please just for once will you behave? You know tonight is an important night. It isn't just your career on the line, it's mine too. And so help me God, if you fuck this up for me..."

Without sounding like you were begging him, you absentmindedly fixed the chain around his neck as you spoke. Mingi arched an eyebrow, his large hands clasping over yours, catching you off guard.

"If I'm a good boy, does that mean I get reward?"

Low whisper rumbled in his chest, lips curving into the too well known smirk of his. Caught in his grasp, aftershave dulling your senses, you faltered for a split second. Then you were hit with reality, snatching your hands from underneath his, your eyes narrowing into a hard stare.

"Stop fucking around."

Mingi tilted his head, blonde strands falling across his forehead as he did so.

"That's twice you've cursed now, not something I'm used to hearing. Say it again."

Constant mind games between the two of you. That's how it worked. But something about this time felt different. Usually there was a lot more distance between you, barely any advances made by Mingi, just the usual flirty taunts. Silence flared around you both as you didn't give into the request, causing Mingi to sigh softly.

"It's okay, you'll say a lot more when I'm fucking you."

Electricity pulsated through the atmosphere, nothing but pure unadulterated shock smacked you straight in the face. Many times Mingi had implied situations, never had he been so direct. Heat instantly smattered itself across your cheeks, the first time you had truly blushed at someone's actions. At Mingi's actions. Your body was ablaze as his eyes never wavered from you. If anything, even behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses, you could see the intense way he was observing you. Fingers skimming your jawline as he tilted your chin upwards, directing your gaze to meet his.

"Don't act so surprised baby. I've made it clear how much I want you. Just like you've made it crystal clear how much you need me."

Obnoxious certainty wove it's way through his tone, thumb tracing circles on your jaw.

"I don't want you."

A reply so pitiful, you, yourself didn't even believe it as the words left your mouth. Mingi peered over the top of his sunglasses, disbelief from your lie visibly rolling off him.

"So you just get yourself off to my photos for what? Sexual research?"

Eyes widening at the accusation Mingi made, nothing but embarrassment snaking its way up your body and suffocating you. This was not happening- he couldn't know- there was no way he could know.

"Don't be shy, I think it's hot. My pretty little manager playing hard to get, but fucks her own fingers while she thinks of me."

Specific lines are not supposed to be crossed with professional relationships. Those lines had been completely muddied.

"We are done here."

"We are done when I say we are done, baby."

Heart was erratic in your chest as Mingi picked up the champagne bottle gifted to him. Popping the cork so effortlessly, pouring the alcohol into the champagne flute before turning back to face you. Whilst he sipped and savoured the taste, you took the opportunity to defend yourself.

"I never wanted to be your manager, I never had the choice. Privileged is what I was told it was. They were wrong. It's punishment."

Despite your best efforts, the statement fell flat, your words harbouring the tiniest fracture of a lie.

"Turns me on seeing you try and convince yourself that you aren't affected by me. Falling apart and I haven't even touched you."

Anger slashed through you at his mocking tone. Bold amusement flowing off him.

"I hate you."

Three words you'd whispered, shouted and sighed at him many times before.

"And yet, you're soaked for me, aren't you?"

Mingi's assumption caused your thighs to involuntarily press together, heat tearing through you, mixed with shame. That was all it took. Tossing his sunglasses behind him, icy gaze pinning you to the spot as he ran a hand through his hair.

Swift and fast, you were tugged into him, caged against his body. First time you'd been enclosed in his grasp, no space left between you both.

"You're going to ride my fingers until my rings are soaked."

Hand encircling your throat, a rush of air leaving your lips as he bunched your dress up with his free hand.

"Then I'm going to taste just how wet I make you, before I fuck the hate out of you."

Not a shred of hesitation left him as his fingers teased along the waistband of your underwear, hand dipping in, an immediate growl leaving him.

"You're so wet. Fuck, I knew you got off on this."

Applying pressure around your throat, his thumb brushed your clit before he pushed two fingers into your heated core. Lips parting, as the pleasure overrode your senses, his rings grazing your clit as he worked his fingers meticulously.

"All that playing hard to get and really you just wanted to be fucked like the insatiable little slut I know you crave to be."

Mingi's words vibrated against your lips as he kissed you. Hungry and rough. Fingers sliding in and out, causing you to let a moan escape. Mingi swallowed your moan, biting your bottom lip as he did so. You could feel your body starting to shake, the sizzling pleasure setting your bones alight.

"That's it baby, you know what you have to do. Soak my rings and I'll fuck you."

Tipped over the edge from his encouragement, your hands desperately clung onto him as your hips bucked against his fingers, coating them. Withdrawing his fingers instantly, inspecting his drenched rings. Eyes flicking to yours, holding your gaze as he sucked both of his fingers clean. Tasting the mess you'd made.

Pulling you forward, still with one hand around your throat, he kissed you roughly again.

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint."

Trying to regain your breath felt impossible, your thighs were slick and you were sensitive more than ever. But you knew this was far from over and the twisted part of you was thrilled.

Releasing your neck, Mingi spun you around to face the lengthways mirror. The reflection of you both stared back at you. You'd never taken notice of the height difference before; you couldn't shake it off now it was right in front of your face.

"I'm going to fuck you in front of this mirror."

It was a fact. Hard, simple fact.

"You're going to scream my name so everyone in this hotel knows I own you professionally, mentally and physically."

Any kind of attempt to speak was squandered. What could you possibly say back to him? His icy blue eyes were penetrating yours in the reflection. Fucking contacts, you hated yourself for suggesting he wear them.

"Words baby. Tell me you understand."

Professionalism had gone out of the window. Not a single remnant of it left. Your heart was in your mouth, the line already crossed- it was a dot now. If you did this, if you gave in and did the unthinkable, it would be game over. No coming back from it. Mingi's hand once again lacing around your throat as he pressed himself into you. A shallow breath left your lungs as you felt the sheer hardness of his cock pushing into your lower back. Lips grazed the shell of your ear as he continued holding your eye contact in the mirror.

"Want to know a secret, jagiya?"

Featherlight whisper, the pet name striking an humiliating rush of emotions to filter through your veins. A pet name only used for those that were deemed special enough to wear it.

"After every meeting we had, every encounter, every time we were in a room together... I would fuck my fist thinking of you. Didn't matter where we were, I'd find somewhere private and envision that pretty mouth sucking my cock."

Pressure increased around your throat, his rings digging into your flesh as his eyes darkened with every word. You were fucked. So beyond fucked. Confession from him, matching your dirty secret. Unsure of how he knew about your shameful skeletons in the cupboard; knowing you'd pleasured yourself to him- it was something you didn't bear thinking about.

"So, use your words and tell me you understand that I'm going to make you mine in every single way."

"I understand."

Two words of confirmation.

"Good girl."

A small purr of approval as his hand slinked away from your throat and he took a step back, once again reaching for the bottle of champagne. Mingi brought the bottle to his lips, taking a deep sip before tapping your lips with a free finger. Instinctively you parted your them, opening your mouth for him. Towering over you, the champagne trickled from his lips, filling your mouth. Intoxicated by the way you obeyed his demand, his gaze glowing with raw hunger.

"Swallow."

And you did. Swallowing the champagne he'd shared with you, not breaking the eye contact as you did so. Satisfaction etched it's way into Mingi's face as he watched.

"So fucking obedient for me, even if you hate it."

Another harsh kiss against your mouth before he placed the bottle down, next move already in motion. Dragging the chair from the corner, he positioned it in front of the mirror, Mingi sat down, manspreading as he nodded for you to stand before him.

"Take the dress off, jagiya."

Mingi toyed with the rings on his fingers, waiting for you to do as you were told.

"Mingi we have to leave soon-"

"The entire industry know I'm always fashionably late. Stop deflecting."

"Mingi."

A warning that fell limp. Leaning forward, hands splayed across his lap.

"Either you take the dress off or I'll rip it off you, your choice."

For a moment, you were tempted to test his theory, but you knew him well enough to know he absolutely would rip the dress from your body. Slowly, you pushed the straps of the dress off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. Heat seeped through your body, fanning the flames that were already roaring inside of you.

As soon as the material hit the floor, Mingi was shrugging out of his designer shirt, revealing his ridiculously toned chest; something you had never even got a slither of a look at. The heavy silver chain laying neatly against his honeyed skin. Looping his arm around your waist, he drew you into him, sliding the shirt over your arms and letting it drape against you.

Finger's trailed down your bare stomach, glidning against your hipbone.

"You should wear my clothes more often."

Unbuckling his belt, freeing his cock with one hand as the other hand interlocked with yours, tugging you towards him as he sat back down. Silently guiding you, turning you to face the mirror, fingers pulling your lace underwear to the side. Anticipation built up inside of you, Mingi steadying you as he lowered you onto his aching cock.

Nothing could have ever prepared you for the way Mingi felt. Hands securing you, moving his hips against you. Uncontrollable moans left your mouth as your head fell back, completely submerged in the bliss he was feeding you.

"Don't look away, jagiya. I told you, eyes on the mirror. Watch us."

Hushed demand breathed against the nape of your neck as he traced wet and hot kisses against your shoulder blades. Fingertips denting your skin as he clung onto you, upping his rhythm, teeth sinking into your shoulder. A cry of pleasure and pain ripped through you, causing your hands to grip his thighs.

"Cry for it, baby."

Rough and harsh, Mingi growled as he lifted his eyes above your shoulder, watching you crumble against him with nothing holding you back. So many of your walls were cracking, your shields smashed to pieces as you allowed Mingi to fuck you like you were his own personal toy.

"Such a beautiful slut for me."

Nothing in his tone implied he was being harsh, if anything it was as if he was praising you. Both of you were caught in a storm of passionate hate fucking. Kiss swollen lips, bruised skin and soaking wet. But, he wasn't done. Before you could reach your high, Mingi slid you off him, immediate emptiness was felt. Not for long though. Turning your around so you were facing him this time, not as gentle as before, he pushed himself back inside of you.

"Look at me."

Half lidded eyes found his gaze, your arms involuntary hooking around his neck as you rocked your hips against him.

"Ruining you was my greatest victory."

This statement ignited some lost defiance in you, last revival of your sanity. Without thinking, you raised your hand, palm connecting with his cheek. Not once did his thrusts stop, if anything your pissed off action caused him to increase his pace. Biting his lower lip, he wrapped his arms around you, pushing you further onto his cock.

"That's it, remember you hate me."

"You're fucking insane-"

"And it gets you wet."

Last of the verbal abuse, you both marred your moans together. Heat engulfing the room as Mingi made good on his promise and fucked every last ribbon of hatred of of you.

"You're leaving here with my cum dripping down your thighs. A reminder that you belong to me."

Muffled words echoed in your mind as you both hit your peak, reaching the high together. Panting against him, you relaxed against his sweat sheened chest, already feeling the shame of what you'd done.

"Ah, ah. None of that, jagiya."

Two fingers brushed your chin, encouraging you to look at him.

"We shouldn't-"

"If I didn't fuck you tonight, it would have been tomorrow. Or it would have been on the flight home. I was going to fuck you, it was just a matter of when."

Unbelievable how self assured he was. Never an ounce of regret in the way he spoke or moved.

"And that was just the beginning."

This caused your eyebrows to pull together in confusion.

"What? Did you think I was going to just fuck you and throw you under the bus?"

Your silence give away your answer.

"Oh, baby. Why would I jeopardise the one thing that makes me feel alive?"

Pad of his thumb ghosted your swollen lips, a tender touch.