Photo Shoot - Seunghun
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“Okay, one more…and….done! Perfect!” The photographer cheered as he put his camera down. “Seunghun! Bring the blanket!” He yelled out before turning back to you with a smile. “Thank you again for coming in last minute. Especially with this weather.”
“It’s no problem.” You smiled back as Seunghun wrapped the blanket around you, trying to hide how relieved you were at the warmth.
“Well I’ll let you go in and change.” He smiled. “It’s getting colder and the last thing I want is to be the reason you get sick.” He patted your shoulder before walking away, your front breaking as you melted into the blanket, Seunghun’s arms holding you up.
“Fuck, why is it so cold today?” You shivered. “Who the fuck even wants to do shoots in this weather?” You grumbled.
“We’d be moving somewhere warmer if you stopped grumbling and started walking.” Seunghun laughed, pushing you forward.
“Well my legs are kind of frozen.” You shot him a glare.
“I’m just trying to help you defrost.” He defended. “I can always carry you back inside.”
The threat had you walking and he only laughed as you finally walked the short distance that it took to get back into the building and to the changing rooms, putting the blanket down while you picked up the clothes you left hanging.
“You were totally checking me out.” You spoke up with a smile as you stepped into your jeans.
“You see what you want to.” He scoffed. “I was starting out of jealousy.”
“Jealous of what?” Your brows furrowed as you reached for your hoodie.
“I’ve just always wanted to be a model.”
“Then why settle for managing them?” You cocked a brow as you pulled your hoodie over you.
“Because I couldn’t make it as an actual model.” He sighed. “I figured I might as well be around the scene.” He shrugged.
You nodded slowly, an idea popping into your head.
“I can give you a photo shoot if you want.” You smiled, stepping out of the room. “My friend has a studio and everything.” Your smile grew into a proud one. “And I’m good with a camera.”
“As great as that sounds, I-”
“So you agree!” You cut him off. “I’ll give you the address. Meet me there tomorrow.” You called as you walked away to the car, leaving him to shake his head.
“She really..” He sighed.
-
“Let me use your studio tomorrow.” You smiled into your phone as you plopped down on your bed.
“What are you planning to do now?” Sejeong laughed before she turned serious. “You’re not throwing another party, are you?”
“It’s for a good cause. No party, I promise.” You swore. “I just want to help someone out.”
“Which someone?”
“Remember the cute mana-”
“My studio is yours.” She cut you off.
“You didn’t even let me fin-”
“You don’t need to.” She smirked. “Just clean up afterwards. And charge whatever you use.”
“You’re the best, thank you!” You smiled as you hung up, texting Seunghun the address and time to meet.
-
The next day, you’d gotten up sometime past noon since you didn’t have anything booked and maybe that fact also contributed to your longer-than-necessary shower.
By the time you got out, it left you with a couple hours left to get ready, but that was all you needed since you weren’t going to be the one in front of the camera this time.
That being said, you also didn’t put much thought into your outfit. You picked a simple flannel with blackout tights along with a jacket to throw on for when the weather dropped for the night.
By the time you’d gotten into your car, your phone buzzed and you immediately checked it.
“Picking something up on the way, do you want anything?” - 6:48 pm
You smiled to yourself before replying.
“Just coffee. My usual order :)” - 6:50 pm
“On it.” - 6:50 pm
You smiled again before shaking your head, trying to keep your feelings in check because there was no way you were going to out yourself.
By the time you reached the studio, he still wasn’t there and you were somewhat relieved given you had time to get everything ready.
You pushed in the alarm code and stepped in, dropping your bag in the office and reaching for the light switches.
“I can totally set these up.” You nodded, looking at the lights. “I think.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re going to move those on your own.” Seunghun stopped as he walked in, setting the food and drinks down, before walking up to you.
“Totally wasn’t.” You shook your head with a smile. “I was just.” You paused, trying to think of the words. “Wondering where to put them?” Your tone coming out questioning and he only laughed.
“Well, I’ll set these up by that white background and you go get the camera.”
“’You go get the camera.’” You grumbled as you turned away, heading back into the office and disconnecting the camera from the charger before looking at the tripod. “Just in case.” You shrugged, grabbing it and walking out, seeing Seunghun sitting and eating.
“I brought you some, too.” He nodded to the bag. “I figured you’d be hungry eventually.”
“I said I was fine with coffee.” You smiled.
“And I got you coffee.” He started. “But you always say that, and then your stomach growls.” He said matter-of-factly. “So at least take it home and eat later.”
“Fine. I’ll eat when we’re done.” You smiled, sitting down next to him and picking up your coffee. “But only because I’ll feel bad if it goes to waste.”
“Who’s studio is this, by the way?” He looked up at you.
“My best friend, Sejeong.” You smiled, stirring your straw around. “My whole career started in here.”
“How?” He lifted a brow, before taking another bite of his sandwich.
“I was helping her with her portfolio and one of the people of overlooking it said I had the ‘model look’ and asked for my information. It was a little weird at first, but I got to work with her throughout the start of it.” You nodded. “Then when I finally got picked up by the company, it all took off from there.”
You hadn’t noticed the way Seunghun eyes were looking at you while you spoke, but when you turned to look at him he turned his focus towards the camera that sat next to you.
“We should get started, yeah?” He cleared his throat, getting up and reaching out to help you up. “Wouldn’t want to keep you here all night.”
-
“You look too tense.” You sighed, trying to think about what to do. ”Try sitting down and leaning back.”
He did as you said and slid down the wall, you squatting down to match his height, checking how it looked in the camera.
“This works.” You nodded, pulling away and narrowing your eyes at him. “Try posing.”
“Is this okay?” He asked before tilting his head slightly, giving you a classic ‘sexy’ look.
You were thankful Sejeong’s huge camera covered your face because you were sure your eyes were wide and your face was heating up at how strong his gaze was.
“Y-Yeah, that’s fine.” You swallowed, continuing to snap pictures just to keep the camera in front of you until you felt yourself calm down. Once you were confident your face was back to it’s original skin tone and not that of a ripe tomato, you pulled away to check the pictures.
“These actually aren’t so bad.” You nodded to yourself, looking up at him with a small smirk before looking back at the camera. “You might be even better than me.”
“I doubt it.” He scoffed lightly, getting up and walking towards you to look at the pictures with you. “And if I’m doing any good, it’s ‘cause I’m copying you.”
“You act like I’m good at this.” You shook your head. “I just got lucky.” You looked towards him, nearly flinching with how close he was now, his face almost right in front of yours as he turned to look at you.
It wasn’t new. You’ve been this close hundreds of times. But with his gaze softening as he stared at you, you were finding a hard time trying not to shy away.
“You weren’t just lucky, y/n.” He shook his own head. “You’re really good at what you do and you love doing it. Who else would step up do a shoot while it’s freezing?” He cocked a brow. “I’m still surprised you woke up fine.”
“What’s it to you if I wake up fine or not?” Your mouth moved before you could stop it, but thankfully your voice came out small so you were hoping he hadn’t heard it.
“Because I care about you.” His response was immediate, his face inching closer to yours. “More than just a manager should.”
He moved in even closer, your eyes flickering between his and his lips before closing them, waiting for his lips to touch yours.
“It’s cute.” He smiled, his breath fanning over your face and your eyes opened to look at him.
“What do you-”
“You’ve wanted this just as much as me.” He smiled, finally placing his lips on yours while his hand moved to grab the camera from your hand, gently placing it down beside you.
It took a few seconds for you to process it, but once you did, your eyes slowly closed as you relaxed into him.
He was gentle with you, his hands slowly traveling to your hips, urging you forward until you were on his lap, your hands moving to lightly cup his face.
His hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, his thumbs slowly rubbing your hips as his lips pushed against yours with more force, a small smile forming when you pushed back with just as much.
His hands slowly pulled at your flannel buttons, waiting for any sign that you didn’t want this. When you didn’t move to stop him, he kept going and you moved your hands so it fell down before grabbing his shirt and pulling away so you could take it off.
“Eager are we?” He smiled up at you while his hands moved behind you to unclasp your bra.
Once it was off, his hands moved up to cup your breasts. You hissed at the cold touch but it didn’t last long because he dipped his head to take one of them into his mouth, his teeth grazing along your nipple. The feeling caused your hips to grind against his.
“I’ve seen you in so little before, but actually getting to touch you makes this ten times more enjoyable.” He mumbled before giving the same attention to your other breast, reveling in how your hand moved up to his hair, gripping it slightly while you continued to grind against him.
“Seunghun,” You sighed, swallowing thickly as he moved to lay back, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still. “I want more.” You sighed again. “Please.”
“How can you ask for more when your pants are still on?” He teased, looking up at you with a small smirk.
“They’re tights, for your information.” You glared. “Plus, yours are still on, too.” You pointed out, sitting up and trying to get the damn things off without having to fully get up, only to give up and move but his arms kept you down.
“But I wasn’t planning on fucking you just yet.” He countered.
“If you don’t hurry up, you won’t be fucking me at a-”
You were cut off as he quickly grabbed at the thin fabric and pulled, sufficiently ripping them open.
“How’s that for more?” He smirked, not giving you any time to respond as he rolled his hips into yours, the lack of the previous layer giving you more friction.
“How am I supposed to take my panties off?” You grumbled.
“I was planning on pushing them to the side.” He shrugged. “Since you’re rushing me, anyways.”
You couldn’t help but bite your lip at his words, seeing him in such a new light having you unable to control yourself. Not to mention how much you’d been holding back since he got there.
“You like that, don’t you?” He raised a brow, rolling his hips into yours again. “Who would’ve known.”
“You won’t know anything else if your pants stay on.” You smirked, your hand moving down to palm him, chuckling at the groan he let out.
“Then why don’t you do it for me?” He smirked back.
You only smirked while your hands moved to work on his button. He lifted his hips to help you pull them down and you only bothered to pull his boxers down partially, but not before palming him one last time.
You tried your best to not look so surprised. From what you could see, he was already bigger than most of the people you’d been with, thicker too. Your tongue came out to lick your lips as you thought about it.
“You’re staring at it like you’ve never seen a dick before.” He teased.
“I was thinking about sucking it but you can forget about it with that snarky little remark.” You narrowed your eyes.
“I’m too impatient for that anyways.” He smirked, his hands reaching for your hips and pulling you forward. “But maybe next time.”
You positioned yourself over him and reached down to push your panties to the side before lowering yourself onto him slowly.
As much as you didn’t want to feed into his ego after his previous comment, you really couldn’t help but let your head fall back as you finally sat on him, a small whine leaving you as he bucked into you.
“Like I said, baby. I’m too impatient.”
With that, he didn’t even give you a chance to get used to him before he gripped your hips and moved you himself, your hands landing on his chest to keep yourself from falling onto him.
When you finally managed to move on your own, he was still set on taking some form of control, his hips bucking up to meet yours until he couldn’t take it anymore, his hands gripping your hips even tighter so he could fuck into you.
“Shit-” You moaned out at the sudden change in pace, your arms giving out under you and your face landing on his chest.
You didn’t bother saying anything else, too lost in how good he felt.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned out. “Like you were made for me.” He grunted as he slowed his pace down.
“N-No, don’t stop.” Your hands grabbing at his upper arms, your nails digging into him. “I need more.”
“More?” He teased, his hips coming to a stop all together, ignoring the pathetic whine you let out. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me cum.” You bit your lip as you heard him hiss.
His hand moved to grip your hair and made you look at him.
“Say that again.” He said sternly, the look in his eyes making you clench around him and he let out a small laugh.
“I-I want you to make me cum.” You whimpered out as he slowly rolled his hips again.
“Then I will.” He said before going back to the pace he previously set.
He couldn’t help but get off on how good you looked taking him. The way your eyes rolled backed. The way you tried to keep quiet but failed miserably. The way your grip only tightened on his upper arm. And especially how pretty you sounded moaning his name.
“Are you going to cum?” He teased, though he could feel himself close to the edge, too.
Your response consisted of whatever noise you made. It didn’t sound like anything logical but he understood nonetheless.
“Such a good girl for me.” He praised, bringing your head down so he could kiss down your neck, leaving marks randomly along the way.
It wasn’t until he bit on that one specific spot that your legs snapped around his waist, a drawn out moan falling past your lips while he helped you ride it out, still chasing his own orgasm in the process and eventually reaching it when you moaned softly against his ear from the overstimulation.
“I don’t think I want to move.” You whimpered, staying on his chest.
“Well, we can’t stay like this all night.” He chuckled, rolling the both of you over so he could slowly pull out.
“Why not?” You pouted.
“Because of that.” He smirked, pointing to one of the security cameras in the corner of the wall facing the two of you.
Your eyes widened as you saw it and you let out a frustrated groan, your hands coming up to cover your face.
“Sejeong’s going to kill me.”
