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mingi-s-dimples · 1 month ago

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birthday cake - mingi (special for Birthday JP Single)

SPECIAL THANKS TO @musiclovingfairy FOR CREATING THIS DELICIOUS BANNER FOR ME! I absolutely loved collaborating with you my bestie, def looking forward to our next collab ! (her sns: •ig: h.annah._.art & •tumblr: @musiclovingfairy )

pairing: bf!mingi x gf fem!reader

rating: 18+, filth

summary: you meet your boyfriend for your birthday and... spend a really nice night together: accompanied by lots of cake and whipped cream.

WC: 2.4k

warnings: food play, cum eating, deepthroating, pet names, implied 2nd round, unprotected (wrap up irl!), completely consensual, unedited, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: THIS IS THE REASON I'M BEHIND WITH THE KINKTOBER REQUESTS. I JUST HAD TO. THIS WAS MY FIRST THOUGHT WHEN I SAW THE SCENE W HIM ON THE TABLE.. bare with me, Mingi brainrot incoming. As said in the title.. this is a special fic I thought of last night and I knew I had to write it ! I know this month is dedicated to kinktober, but I just couldn't pass on this :> . ENJOYYYY I've loved writing this one ! TELL ME HOW YOU LIKED IT IN THE COMMENTS !!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The dim glow of candles flickered in the corner of the room, casting a soft, romantic light over the scene. The birthday cake, perfectly decorated with swirls of buttercream and little edible pearls, sat on the table between you and Mingi. He had gone all out for your birthday—setting up a cozy little space just for the two of you, away from the noise of the world. You couldn’t help but smile, heart full from the thoughtfulness behind his gesture.

"Happy birthday, baby," Mingi murmured, his deep voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. He leaned closer to you, his long fingers tracing the edge of the cake. "Are you ready for the best part?"

You laughed softly. ��And what’s that? You know I’ve already got everything I could want right here.”

Mingi raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face as he reached over to grab a can of whipped cream from the side table. He gave it a shake, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you watched him aim it at the cake, slowly covering a part of it with a thick swirl of cream. His eyes never left yours, a mischievous glint in them.

“Oh, trust me,” he said, leaning back and offering you a wink, “there’s always room for dessert.”

The air between you thickened with anticipation. Mingi’s fingers dipped into the whipped cream, swirling it around before he leaned in closer to you, his hand hovering near your lips. “Open.”

Without a second thought, you parted your lips slightly, letting him press the cream against them. His thumb grazed the corner of your mouth, teasingly slow, before he withdrew it. But before you could even swallow, his mouth was on yours, tasting the sweetness of the whipped cream and something even more intoxicating.

The kiss was soft at first, delicate like the touch of a feather. But it didn’t take long for it to deepen, the warmth of his lips pressing harder against yours. Mingi kissed you like he was savoring every second, every taste of the whipped cream still lingering between you. When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you could barely catch your breath.

“I think you missed a spot,” you teased, voice barely above a whisper.

Mingi chuckled, eyes darkening as he picked up the can of whipped cream again, this time spraying a small dollop onto his own lips. He quirked an eyebrow as if daring you, his tongue peeking out to taste a bit of the cream. “Then come get it.”

You leaned in without hesitation, lips meeting his in a slow, deliberate kiss. The whipped cream melted between your mouths, but it was the way Mingi kissed you, gentle yet full of need, that made you feel like you were melting, too. His hands cupped your face, holding you close as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore.

When you finally pulled away, gasping for air, Mingi’s lips were swollen, and his eyes were filled with an unmistakable hunger. You could feel the heat rising between you, tension crackling in the space that was now becoming all too small.

“Let’s make it more fun,” Mingi suggested, his voice a low, rumbling whisper. Before you could even question what he meant, he took a handful of whipped cream and smeared it onto your neck, just above your collarbone.

Your eyes widened, but the shock quickly dissolved into something else—something electric—as Mingi leaned in to slowly lick the whipped cream off your skin. His tongue was hot against the cool cream, sending a wave of pleasure down your spine as he kissed and nibbled his way along your neck.

“Delicious,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “But I think I need more.”

The intensity of his gaze made your heart race as he grabbed a spoon and scooped a piece of cake, holding it up to your lips. You bit down, letting the sweet, moist cake melt in your mouth, but it wasn’t the taste of the dessert that had you craving more—it was the way Mingi was watching you, like every bite, every movement you made was something he couldn’t look away from.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your cheek. “Do you know how irresistible you look right now?”

Your lips curved into a small smile as you scooped up a little of the whipped cream from the cake and playfully smeared it onto his nose. He blinked, surprised for a second, before breaking into a wide grin, his laughter filling the room.

“You’re going to regret that,” Mingi teased, and before you could react, he was kissing you again—this time messier, more playful, with bits of whipped cream and frosting mixing between your lips. His hands roamed down to your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap, the space between you nonexistent now.

The taste of cake and cream filled the air, but it was the way Mingi touched you, the way his fingers traced the edges of your skin, that made your pulse race. His lips moved to your ear, voice low and sultry. “I think I’m addicted to you, more than the cake.”

You barely managed to breathe a response, your heart pounding in your chest as his lips trailed along your jaw, down to your collarbone once more, leaving a heated path of kisses behind. Every touch was soft, sensual, like he was savoring every inch of you, every reaction you gave him.

Mingi paused for a second, his hands resting on your hips as he looked up at you, his eyes searching yours. “Happy birthday, baby. I hope this is everything you wanted.”

You smiled, brushing a thumb over his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. “It’s perfect, Mingi. You’re perfect.”

With one last playful grin, he pulled you closer, lips finding yours again, and in that moment, the taste of whipped cream, cake, and Mingi was all you needed. The night was far from over, and you both knew it.

It was your birthday, after all, and Mingi was more than willing to make it memorable.

"I'll make this night so worth and memorable.. that you will never forget it, my love." Mingi confidently said and leaned in for a kiss, holding you thight. This time, his hands went wandering all over your body, a shift happening in the moment's atmosphere.

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Mingi was grinning mischievously as he reached for the can of whipped cream again. You were sitting on the dining table. He gave you a wink, and before you could react, a cold dollop of whipped cream landed on your cleavage.

"Mingi!" you gasped, trying to swat him away, but he just chuckled, shaking the can playfully.

"Hold still," he teased, his voice low but full of humor. He leaned in close, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he spread the cream along your skin, slowly trailing it down toward your shoulders. You tried to wriggle free, but his hands gently held you in place.

As if on cue, Mingi started to tug at your shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, exaggerating the motion like it was all part of his little game. You giggled at the situation.

"Why are you like this?" you muttered between giggles, feeling the fabric of your shirt slide off your shoulders and fall to the floor.

Mingi only smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. He carefully peeled the rest of your clothes away until you were left in just your underwear, your skin tingling with anticipation. With a playful grin, he gently pushed you back until you were lying on the table, the cool surface beneath you making you shiver.

You gave him a skeptical look. "What are you up to?"

"Whipped cream artistry," he said dramatically, shaking the can once more. He sprayed a small line across your stomach, then a swirl on your arm, and finally a dollop on your thigh. You couldn’t help but laugh at how seriously he seemed to take his ‘art.’

Then, without a word, Mingi leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the spot on your collarbone where it all began. His lips were warm against your cool skin, and he trailed them slowly, following the path of the whipped cream. Every kiss was light and playful, his touch never lingering too long in one place. You squirmed, the sensation both ticklish and sweet, his laughter mixing with yours as he moved from your arm to your stomach, wiping away the cream with his lips.

“Mingi, you’re ridiculous,” you giggled, trying not to move too much as he hovered over your thigh, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You love it,” he teased, planting one more kiss on your leg before looking up at you with a cheeky smile. He wiped some leftover cream from your skin with his finger and offered it to you.

You rolled your eyes, taking his hand and laughing. “Okay, fine, maybe I do.”

"See?" he said and suddenly pulled you closer, positioning himself right between your thighs. He was standing right at the table's edge and your pussy was softly touching his now-hard cock through his pants. "Let's make this even more... fun."

He continues, spraying more whipped cream, making a mess of yournbody as he teased you, his touch becoming firmer, more intense. His kisses are heated, lingering over every inch of you as the whipped cream melts away under the warmth of your skin. Everything seemed to happen so fast or.. you were just being distracted by him, but, he got undressed in a second and started lazily pumping his length.

He really loved something. That thing was to watch you finger yourself for a couple of moments, while stroking his length. "I guess he loves seeing me spread out and vulnerable in front of him" was your first thought about this. Tho, it also turned you on. To see him restrainimg himself, eye fucking you and staring you up and down with hungry eyes.

To which you used two of your fingers to spread your folds outwards, watching his reactions. You stood like that for a couple of seconds before using one finger on you, pumping it slowly. Your hips shifted upwards for him to see you better, your back now fully laying on the table. You let out some muffled moans as you used another finger on yourself.

On the other side, Mingi was barely keeping it together anymore. Seeing you like drove him nuts, softly pressing the tip of his cock to distract him from his high if it came to soon. But tonight, he didn't really do that. Instead, he went all out and pumped his aching girthy length rapidly, aiming it upwards, towards your lower belly.

"You look so good like this, my love.." he purred, biting his moans down on his lips.

"Hm? Is that right?" you mockingly said.

"Yes god damn.. how much I wanna fuck yoj right now.." he stopped you from fingering for a moment. "But I have other plans" and he rushed you up, took you in his embrace and put you on the floor. You were now half kneeling in front of him, Mingi leaning against the table. He sprayed some whipped cream on his fingers and spread just a little bit on your lips, licking the rest off. "Suck."

Oh.. god. He always looked so intimidating whenever he made you kneel in front of him but.. you loved it. Today, the twist he added to the situation drove you insane. Of course, you did as told and started to slowly suck the tip off, spreading some of the whipped cream you had on your lips around hus cock. He let out some whines and whimpers as soon as he felt the slightly colder cream on his length. As soon as you started pumping and sucking him off rapidly, his whines got louder. More needy, more lustful. It was your sign to play with him, as he was really close to his high. You took his dick out of your mouth with a popping sound and kissed it, licking circles around it. You then without warning took his cock right down your throat, slowly adjusting to it but still gagging on it. It was huge, after all.

"D-don't.." he said but didn't even have time to continue before you pursed your lips around his cock and you felt your mouth getting filled by his load, swallowing everything.

"You look so hot like this, on your knees." he smirked at you and then manhandled you in the table again, in the same initial position you were in. Your hole was already dripping in the table and he took that as a sign that you'd be all lubed up by your own juices, to which he lined himself to your cunt and fully thrusting in, your back arching under the action.

He didn't forget about the whipped cream. He started rapidly fucking you while he leaned in to lick off any of the remaining cream. In those places, he marked you harshly.

Your breath started getting heavier, hitching witn every thrust of his. You were now catching your high, tears forming in your eyes from his cock stretching you out. He knew the signs and his thrusts got slower but deeper than ever, feeling his cock deep down inside you. He did the same mind fucking movement and your back arched, cumming and clenching on his cock. He seemes damn surprised at you getting even more tighter than usually. You basically milked him, cause as soon as you clenched around him he came inside you, all the fluids mixing together.

He fucked you through both yours and his orgasm and his thrusts slowly came to a stop, pulling out. Juices started dripping from your core right on the floor, stirring up something inside Mingi's body.

"You look so damm beautiful like this.." he whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss.

"I actually liked this.." you said.

"I'm happy then! Been wanting to try this for a while, my love. Let's get you washed up." he said and lifted you up in his embrace.

"Up for a round two? in the shower?" you playfully purred, clearly not joking about it.

"When did I ever refuse shower sex?" he dropped you softly in the shower, turned the water on and gave you a smirk with anticipation.

The nignt had yet to end.

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mlinkwell · 5 years ago

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Model Student (part 2)

Pairing: Johnny Suh x OC/Reader (fem)

Genre: uni!au/bf!au // smut

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: fingering, penetrative sex, taking of nude images. This is a work of fiction. Please do not send nude photographs irl. Can go hella wrong.

A/N: We back. It’s 3 am, I have work in the morning, but we back. This has been a long time coming and I’m so excited to continue this piece. Please enjoy.

Part One

Johnny only lived about five minutes away from you. You had actually dried off and put clothes on, but your hair was still slightly wet by the time you heard your front door open.

“Back here!” You called from your place at your desk. You pushed yourself away from your laptop, highlighters, and books and swiveled your chair to face your open doorway. Moments later, Johnny appeared, a soft, tired smile immediately gracing your features. You felt your heart flutter and your own smile grew as he set down his bag and moved closer to you. You held your arms out to him, and he - instead of embracing you - pulled you swiftly out of your seat. You squealed in laughter as you fell into him, his knees hitting the edge of the bed and you landing on his torso.

“Hey,” you heard Johnny murmur above you. You giggled while trying your hardest to move your body into a more comfortable position than the one you landed in. You finally moved your legs up enough to get your knees on the bed on either side of Johnny’s waist. You flipped your hair out of your face, Johnny completely in view now.

“Hey,” you replied. Johnny’s smile grew. His hands found their way from your hips to your back, pulling you down to him.

“I’ve missed you,” he said softly before giving you a peck on the lips. You returned the kiss and rested your hands on his chest.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you said, looking into his deep, sparkling brown eyes. You used your push off of his chest, sitting up to say, “but if I don’t finish my work now then I’ll never get out of bed.”

“I hate when you’re right,” Johnny sighed, swatting your butt before sitting up. You slid off his lap and moved to your desk. Johnny walked back to your doorway to grab his bags. When he turned around, you were already back focused on your laptop, textbook open while you typed up a discussion board post. He sighed again before asking, “You’re not going to sit on the bed with me?”

You turned to look at Johnny, a bag in each hand and a dramatic pout on his face that you couldn’t help but smirk at before rolling your eyes as you turned away.

“We’ll get too distracted,” you said simply. You heard him huff before moving towards you, resting his hands on your shoulders.

“But I want your input on my schedule,” Johnny whined.

“You’ll get it when I’m done,” you told him. He groaned loudly as he fell on your bed. You refused to give him the satisfaction of turning around. Instead, you stared ahead, typing at a leisurely pace so Johnny could hear each keystroke. You heard another dramatic sigh behind you, prompting you to pick up your headphones.

“Babe!” Johnny half-shouted, half-whined.

“Do your work, John,” You responded calmly, setting the headphones back down on the desk. You didn’t hear any more complaints and continued doing your assignment before Johnny found another way to interrupt you.

However, it seemed that Johnny had given up on you sitting with him, and you heard nothing more than unintentional hums of concentration, flipping of papers, and his fingers hitting the keys and mouse pad of his laptop.

You soon put the thought of his possible interruptions out of your mind, and you were solely focused on finishing the tasks in front of you. Your eyes flickered from your textbook to your laptop, copying sections of text to include in your analysis. You typed up your chapter notes, taking your time to craft an argument from the material for your discussion. Within the next 20 minutes, your discussion post was up and ready three weeks early, and you were ready to move on to another assignment.

You turned around to grab your planner from the backpack hanging on the back of your seat. Once you raised you with the small book in hand, you caught a glimpse of Johnny reclined on your bed. He had one pillow between himself and the headboard and another on his lap to hold his computer. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth. He looked absolutely beautiful. He was stunning, and he was yours, and after weeks of not being able to see him, he was here.

You turned around as quickly yet discreetly as possible, as if it would somehow be embarrassing for your long term boyfriend to catch you staring. Planner now sitting open in front you, you crossed off the discussion post you’d just completed. You had one item left on your to-do list, but it could wait. You capped your pen and closed your planner before slowly rising out of your desk chair. You moved to the bed, slowly moving up against Johnny so as to not throw his laptop off balance. Johnny welcomed you immediately, one arm leaving his keyboard to engulf you.

“I love you,” you whispered as you cuddled up against his side.

“I love you, too,” he responded, his lips coming down to place a small kiss on your forehead. The warmth of the action flowed through every inch of you, and if it was possible to smile with your whole body, you were.

“Did you get your schedule figured out?” You asked, finally settled.

“I think so,” Johnny breathed out. “But I swear to God if Young changes anything else I’m dropping out.”

“I like these,” you commented, referring to the work Johnny was doing. His laptop screen displayed a series of photographs he’d been editing. They appeared to be from a park close to campus that the two of you visited often. They displayed different angles of a stone wall with vines creeping down the top, the flourishing greens cutting through the cool tones created by the gray stones and midmorning sky.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded against his chest. “They’re pretty.”

“Well,” Johnny began. He closed his laptop and used one long, strong arm to place it on your bedside table before turning his body and attention to you. He looked you up and down, stopping at your eyes before saying, “They’re nothing compared to what you sent me earlier.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said with a smirk on your face.

“You don’t?” He inquired as he slipped you off his chest. You shook your head playfully.

“I’m no photographer,” you quipped.

“You’re no liar, either,” he joked, “but you are quite the model.”

You giggled as Johnny leaned down to connect his lips with yours. Though the sound was muffled, your smile stayed as you happily kissed him back.

“Can I keep it?” Johnny asked after breakin away.

“What?” You asked,

“The picture,” he clarified. “Do I have to delete it?”

You sighed, “I guess not. Just don’t show anyone, okay?”

“I promise,” He said seriously. “I don’t want anyone seeing you like that except for me.”

“Me either,” you replied and reconnected your lips with his. Without breaking the kiss, Johnny began to better position himself over you, one of his large hands running down your body, causing you to squirm.

The two of you fell into your usual rhythm so easily. Johnny’s hands were all over you, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close, even though he most certainly wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

Soon, Johnny disconnected his lips from yours and started placing kisses and small licks on your jaw and neck. Every so often, he would tease a sweet spot, causing your hips to buck into his. Your hands were braced on his shoulders and moans and whimpers were occasionally passing your lips. Johnny began to run his hands up your sweatshirt, the contact with your skin setting you on fire.

“Didn’t you want my input on your homework schedule?” You joked with the little breath you had.

“Babe,” Johnny said as he raised up, pulling his shirt off and revealing his toned torso, “I’m a little more concerned with a very different input right now.”

You swat his stomach playfully as you flexed your core, raising up enough to pull the sweatshirt off your body, leaving you in nothing but a pair of panties.

“Fuck,” Johnny breathed out as he looked over you. His hand ran up your stomach, up the valley between your breasts, and finally landed around your neck. You smiled at him, heat rushing to your core. His hand let go of your throat and moved up to your mouth, which you immediately open to accept his fingers. “So good, baby.”

You moved your hands down to your waist and began to slip your underwear down your legs. Johnny removed his hand from your mouth and got off the bed, allowing you to slide the fabric completely off of you. When Johnny returned to the bed, he was just as bare as you. He resumed his position on his knees in between your legs, which were now spread wide for him.

You leaned back when you felt Johnny’s hands slowly moving up legs, getting closer and closer to your core every second. Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers finally apply pressure to your most sensitive area. He quickly began to rub at your clit before using his index and middle finger to spread your lower lips apart.

“So wet for me,” he remarked. You laid back, eyes closed and breathing heavy while you focused on every movement of his fingers. You were becoming so overwhelmed so easily. You felt Johnny allow you a break while he spread you open again, most likely admiring how absolutely dripping you were for him.

“Hey, baby?” Johnny asked, his voice deep and husky. You hummed in response, opening your eyes lightly. “Can I take more?”

“Take more?”

You opened your eyes completely, spotting Johnny immediately as he reached towards the edge of the bed and grabbed his phone. His words registered immediately and you shot up.

“I.. I don’t,” you stammered, “I don’t know. That, that’s kinda something we should really talk about first.”

“Then let’s talk about it,” he said, moving to join you at the head of the bed.

“Now?”

“Why wait?”

He pulled a blanket over you, cuddling you close to his chest, but far enough away for him to be able to look at you. He could sense you were uncomfortable, and he was going to make you talk through it before you did anything else.

“I mean, I’m kind of okay with it,” you shrugged.

“Just kind of?” He pressed.

“Why do you want them?” You asked, turning your eyes to him.

“A couple reasons,” Johnny answered, running his fingers up and down your arm. “Because the one you sent me earlier was absolutely beautiful.” “Well that was supposed to make you want to come to me,” you giggled.

“But what about when we’re drowning in schoolwork and can’t see each for weeks?” Johnny asked. “I want them for when I can’t have you, I guess.”

“So you want them for your spank bank?” You joked.

“Would you rather me have other girls in my spank bank?” He pointed out. You rolled your eyes, laughing lightly at him. He moved closer to you pulling you back to him. “But seriously, you don’t have to, don’t worry about it.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to have them,” you sighed, trying to explain yourself. “I just don’t want anyone else to see them. This is just something private to me.” “Yena,” Johnny said, cupping your jaw with one hand and looking you directly in the eye, “I promise you I would never show something like that to anyone. Ever.”

“I know,” you said, looking back at him. “I just don’t want them to come across it.”

“How about this,” he began, “If you’re okay with it, I’ll take them on my camera. They would stay on their own card, have their own folder. No one would possibly see them.”

“You’d have to put in more work that way,” you remarked.

“Well yeah, but as much as I want it, I want to do it in a way you’re comfortable with,” he replied, never breaking eye contact.

“I’m comfortable with you,” you told him, “so as long as it’s for you.”

“Of course,” he mumbled against your skin as he moved on top of you. You found yourself relaxing into your bed, comforted by your blankets and Johnny’s kisses. His mouth was working its way across your collarbones and his hand was diving in between your bodies to get your worked up again. You gasped as you felt his fingers gently brush your clit. Johnny knew your body well. He was toying with you, taking advantage of your sensitivity. You were squirming under him in a minute.

You cried out when you suddenly felt Johnny sucking harshly on your chest. You wriggled and whimpered as he moved around your skin, leaving red marks in his wake and slipping a finger inside you to mix some pleasure with pain. Eventually he rose and pecked your pouting lips before saying, “It’ll make a great picture.”

With one hand still working in between your legs, Johnny leaned over the bed and found his camera bag. Eyes closed and body focused on his movements in you, you could just barely make out the sound of the bag being unzipped before you felt the slight weight of something on the bed beside you. You opened your eyes and turned your head over to see Johnny’s camera and a few lenses next to you. Johnny grabbed you by the wrist and replaced his hand with your own.

“Touch yourself for me.” With that, he cleaned off his finger with his tongue and went to work assembling his camera. You lightly rubbed circles on your clit. You always found passions attractive, and you were adored watching Johnny work on things he loved, but you never thought it would be this easy to touch yourself while watching Johnny adjust his equipment. Yet here you were, looking at him through hooded eyes as he focused on his camera. He had chosen a lens, the other placed on your nightstand just in case he wanted to swap them.

You took in every detail: the contrast between the matte black skin tone and the skin tone of his large hands with veins that you could follow all the way up his muscled arms, the way his bottom lip was caught between his perfect teeth, the furrow of his brow as he concentrated on the device in his hands, the dim, warm light of your lamps hitting his skin. By the time Johnny took his test shot, you were absolutely soaking, fingers working almost involuntarily and your eyes trained on him.

Johnny turned his attention back to you, eyes focused on your core before finally meeting your eyes. He brought a hand up to your cheek, stroking it softly. “So pretty, baby.”

You lips curled into a grin at his words. Johnny pushed your legs open wider before pulling your hand away. You whimpered loudly, not trying to hide your dissatisfaction. Johnny stroked your thigh, your skin a live wire as he spoke softly, “I know, I know. Just let me pose you, love. Just to make sure you’re comfortable with it, I’m going to make it so your face isn’t in these, okay? And then I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

You relaxed as best you could, Johnny moving your limbs and hips to the position he wanted. This wasn’t what you’d expected. You thought it would be a rush of shutter clicks and less than graceful positions. You thought he would make them look like.. Well, like porn. Like a screencap of your average college guy’s laptop at the end of the day. Instead, Johnny was treating you the way he did when he asked you to model for anything else. Perhaps it was to put your mind at ease, but he was creating an intimate atmosphere, playing into the warm light and muted tones of your bedding.

You closed your eyes, allowing Johnny to do what he wanted. Eventually, you felt his touch slip away and you heard music fading in from your left, where Johnny’s phone was sitting on your nightstand. You listened intently as soft, sensual R&B filled the room. In between beats and female voices singing, you heard the first round of camera clicks.

“Bring your arm over your eyes,” Johnny instructed in a low voice. You did as you were told, forearm laid gently over your face, fingers gracefully landing amongst your tousled hair. You felt Johnny weight shift on the bed, and then another round of clicks from his camera sounded from in front of you. “Perfect.”

You giggled lightly at his comment, the camera capturing your small outburst. Suddenly, you felt Johnny’s fingers against your core again, and your mouth formed an “o” that Johnny was sure to capture. He continued his movements before pulling your legs up, crossing your ankles in the air before sliding one leg down just slightly. More clicks.

Johnny began rolling you onto your stomach just as gently as the praises spilled from his lips. One hand on your waist, he pulled your ass up and towards him, your back arching. Clicks echoed from behind you. In a cloud of courage and lust, you turned your head to look at Johnny. He looked at you, cocking an eyebrow at which you nodded. He swat your ass lightly before climbing up to the headboard and resting against it.

You climbed into Johnny’s lap. He raised the camera to your chest. The marks he began sucking on your chest were blooming purple and blue against your pale skin, and Johnny shot them the way he shot new flowers in the spring. You kept your body still for him, fighting the urge to just fuck him already while relishing in the way he was focused on your body.

“Good girl,” Johnny muttered as he set the camera down. It was a phrase that never failed to turn you into a blushing, melting mess, and Johnny knew it. You moved up onto your knees, reaching down and aligning his cock with your entrance. Sliding down slowly, you wrapped your arms around Johnny’s shoulders and dropped your forehead to his. When you were completely seated on him, Johnny held eye contact with you and whispered again, “Good girl.”

You began rocking your hips gently, your lips meeting Johnny’s every so often. You listened to the music, moving in time with the rhythm. Your moans and groans blended into the melodies. You felt like you were making art, making love, making yourself high.

It had been weeks since you were able to enjoy this level of intimacy, and you both knew you wouldn’t last long. You moved slowly, mouths now moving together, capturing each other’s sighs and moans. Just as you expected, you felt your high approaching just a few songs in. You started grinding against Johnny more desperately, and his pants picked up, his breath washing over you. Your skin was on fire and you could feel tears ready to form.

Johnny placed a firm hand against your back and began pushing forward, ushering you onto your back. Your legs naturally found their way around his waist and the fingers of your right hand tangled in his hair. Johnny began thrusting into you hard and deep, giving you just a second to rest after each thrust made you body shiver. The muscles of his abdomen were tight and sweat was mingling with his hair follicles. He was close and no longer trying to prolong his climax or yours.

“Johnny!” You cried out when the tension building inside you finally broke. Your high shot through every nerve in your body and your head spun. Johnny laid you down, letting your torso rest as both hands clutched your hips. He pulled your core into him to meet his thrusts, embracing how tight your high made you.

“Shit, Yena.” Before he knew it, he hips were stuttering and he was spilling into you. Johnny pulled out slowly. You heard the sound of the camera click again and opened your eyes to see Johnny watching his cum leak out of you.

“Why am I not surprised?” You joked, barely able to speak. Johnny swat your leg lightly before moving up your body again. He met you with a playfully angry stare, making you giggle with the little strength you had left. “I love you, John.”

“I love you, too.”

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