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â±â§âË. pairing: dom!hwanghyunjin x sub!femreader đ àšà„ŻâĄâââ synopsis: An eccentric and peculiar artist, whose art is well known for its captivating and erotic method, is fascinated by you, who naively thought you just accepted a small job for him. àłšà±ż â ËïœĄ genre â warnings: MDNI, smut, shibari ropeplay, dubcon, bdsm, sex toys, impact play, spanking, edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names. â± Û« Ś
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âŹâ.Ë art deco by lana del rey â„ïž closer by nine inch nails â„ïž tear you apart by she wants revange â„ïž red lights by stray kids
(đžđ¶đ»đžđđŒđŻđČđż 'đźđ°) âËđŻïžâ±â§âË. 04: artist
wenâs note: bitch christian grey who, also red lights is a rope bunny slut wbk
The distant scent of cigarette smoke hit your face along with the cold night breeze. You shrank into your jacket, feeling your whole body shiver with cold as you waited for the driver you paid for in an app, to wait outside the large chateau property in the middle of nowhere.
It was cold and you felt the anxiety that there was no one left but you.
You heard footsteps behind you and with a shiver you turned, seeing how from the darkness and dim light emerged the bearing of a tall man in a suit.
You would be lying if you said you didnât recognize him, someone like him would stand out anywhere. Hwang Hyunjin. A handsome adult with long black hair as shiny as night and slitted, villainous eyes in contrast to the rest of his smooth, harmonious face with beautiful bushy eyebrows, a straight nose, and full lips. He was so beautiful and handsome that he also became the model sometimes.
Hyunjin came out for fresh air and he noticed you, he had noticed you from the gallery, the young girl making little notes. Hyunjin had counted the journalists in his exhibition and knew their names and faces but you⊠he had never seen you, you were too young to work in journalism or as a critic, and yet you still took your notes.
Hyunjin approached you, playfully puffing on his cigarette.
âWhat did you think of todayâs exhibition?â
You looked at him, surprised, you had never been that close to him or talked to him directly but you certainly knew his voice from the one or another interview you saw on the internet. Ah, the great exhibition today by Hwang Hyunjin, you were grateful and amazed that you had gotten a spot to be able to attend. His latest art exhibit, a compilation of sculptures, paintings, and photography inspired by 1920s nightlife, Art Deco, The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald and Zelda, Hemmingway, Lempicka and Picasso, in a place perfectly with an interior design exactly referring to that era. Hyunjin never did small exhibitions or hung around in small galleries, if he exhibited his art he did it big, in the famous Hwang chateau with a very strict list of upper-class guests, it was not only an exhibition, but a fashion show and almost a carpet event as his dress code was strict and even the most important fashion magazines and designers attended.
You were surprised that he suddenly walked up and spoke to you. You had been lucky enough that the university had gotten you a very coveted spot at the event. You had enjoyed his art⊠you just couldnât lie about feeling a little uncomfortable seeing it for the first time in person with your own eyes. His classic and characteristic section of somewhat erotic photographs of women being tightly bound. The photos showed naked and semi-naked women with their red, slightly purple limbs, signs of how truly tight the ropes must have been. But Hwang Hyunjin was praised for his play with eroticism and a popular fetish practice.
In fact, there were so many unsolved rumors and mysteries regarding the uproar of those photographs, of which you were very curious about.
You had to be honest, you were in front of the artist himself, which is very busy and coveted in the art world, you didnât have that opportunity every day; plus it was what you did, you wrote your most honest thoughts.
âI thought it was beautiful, wicked, perverse and devious.â
You added a bit of mischief and sarcasm in your tone, throwing in a few popular adjectives of which they catalogued his art over the years, an amusing reference that Hyunjin understood perfectly and you were relieved that he did, as if you had instantly connected. He laughed playfully, forming a smile that showed his teeth and narrowed his eyes.
âWicked and devious, who are you, The New Yorker?â he took another puff of his cigarette, âThey called me wicked and compared me to a politician, how dare they, fucking bastards. I prefer the version of The New York Times.â
Erotic and provocative. An artist born to succeed. Art whose photography arouses more than one feeling. Once in their lifetimes, unique art that happens once in many years. The one Hwang Hyunjin. Young and ambitious.
You smiled, as he was clearly just playing along and feigning an angry tone.
âBy the way, Iâm Hwang Hyunjinâ he added more softly staring at you, stepping on the butt of his cigarette.
âI know, nice to meet you, Mr. Hwang.â
He raised his dark eyebrows as he licked his lips, waiting for an answer.
âAnd⊠you areâŠâ
âY/nâ you replied, repeating it with your last name.
Hyunjin looked you up and down for a few seconds and your compliance vanished from you in seconds, now you were nervous, feeling penetrated by his gaze in that cold, dark night. You couldnât lie, Hyunjin was fucking hot and handsome, his scent exquisite and his presence out of this world, he was worthy of a work of art on his own.
âMmm⊠I seeâ he met your eyes again, âDid you come as an enjoyer or a critic?â
âA little of bothâ you said proudly with a smile.
âMmm, you can never be bothâ cold weather steam now coming out of his mouth every time he spoke, âYou work for some magazine⊠are you waiting for someone? I donât think Iâve ever seen a face like yours beforeâŠâ
You almost fell at his feet at his soft rambling tone of voice, you almost believed him and fell for his charms that you were sure was just another one of his moves as an artist. So you just let out a soft chuckle, but his face reflected subtle genuine confusion.
âNo⊠Iâm here for college, I also study art, I got on the list⊠I have a little blog of my exhibition reviews.â
Hyunjin listened to you carefully, âAh⊠I had no idea a college girl would comeâŠâ he whispered almost to himself, âAnd a blog? Like⊠written? People still use that?â he added amused
You smiled, âWell so far itâs going well.â
âIâm glad. Youâre going to write about this? Whatâs it called?â
You knew exactly what to write about, a charming, playful artist with a mysterious haze about him, you were not to be fooled by his charmsâŠ. Hwang Hyunjin was still hiding things.
âSure, itâs called Red Lights.â
âAh, of course Iâve seen it, you do those reviews?â your eyes reflected mild surprise, âI liked that write-up about Lee Felixâs fashion collection⊠but I donât remember seeing you there on your blog.â
You lightly bit your lower lip feeling a little flattered that someone like him would read something like that, maybe it came to him because of the last review you did of his exhibition months ago that you saw online.
You called his art and method erotic, like many other major media, but it wasnât just because it was nude⊠it was because there really was something erotic about it. First, the bondage of the woman was shown, and in another photograph the genuine and true face of pleasure itself, a twisted pleasure, a wicked smile, and shiny tears. That left as much to the viewerâs imagination as the popular belief that it was evident that Hyunjin was pleasuring or performing sexual acts on his models. In your writing, you revealed that Hyunjin himself had exposed liking that sort of thing, such as discipline and light physical abuse. You did not call him a sadist as such since it was just a pair of nudes and ropes tightly bound a womanâs body and upper limbs and their faces with tears of joy. You mentioned the mystery that the photograph captured and left a faithful follower of Hyunjin wondering how it was always a different woman. He had no fixed muse, despite also expressing how romantic he was.
You suddenly felt insecure remembering your review of him, you left more questions than answers but you couldnât help it. No one really knew Hyunjin outside of the public eye. He could be whatever, his attitude now could just be part of his technique, he was a spontaneous artist, many times compared to Helmut Newton, but you werenât sure about that, Hyunjinâs art was more haunting and in color.
âYou havenât seen me because I never show my face. I only write. But my instagram is there.â
Hyunjin let out a giggle and you blushed instantly, your body heated in embarrassment, why would you say something like that to an artist much older than you that you had a certain social media. A notification on your cell phone interrupted you, the driver texted that he was close to arriving.
Hyunjin thought it was cute that a beauty like you wasnât a bit snooty and showing your face, making short art information videos, as it was obvious you had little influence, attending fancy events, dressing well, but still kept to the old method of simple writing. Maybe you were the one looking for a real position in one of those magazines. Maybe you were a beautiful girl stuck in the present day with an old soul.
He couldnât deny that you had absolutely captured his attention. He was smitten. You were young and smart, but care and rough sex could make you dumb, which was what his deepest, most perverse thoughts hid.
âSure, a face like yours is uniqueâŠâ you smiled shyly, âIâd remember and recognize it everywhere.â
The driver was getting closer and closer to his destination. Hyunjin licked his lips softly and a silence formed in the cold night. He questioned⊠whether to do it⊠when every girl he chooses, he studies and gets to know her first, but you arrived so spontaneously, dressed in a Maison Margiela by Galliano that gave those touches of a classic 2000âs Dior.
He acted impulsively.
âWhat are you doing this Monday afternoon?â
Your heart raced. If he said so, youâd cancel anything.
âNothing in particular, Iâm going to college early.â
âAre you interested in modeling for me?â
Monday, but what a strange and rushed day. Hyunjin didnât even have plans to start his work at once, but he didnât want to let you go. He wanted you in his art, somehow something about you connected so much with Art Deco.
The car stopped in front of you right with the descriptions that came in the app. Hyunjin didnât think you would leave so suddenly, he didnât even contemplate it.
You thought about it⊠modeling for him⊠it meant posing nude? And if the rumors were true⊠you would be subjected to sexual activity. It was the perfect opportunity to see with your own eyes and fully experience the true process and method of Hyunjinâs art.
âCan I ask you something?â
Anything, Hyunjin thought. He nodded, sensing that the situation was being rushed since you had to get into the car.
âCan I write about it?â
âDealâ Hyunjin didnât even think twice about it, he would see how he would manage, âIâll send you the details later. See you soon.â
You got into the car and Hyunjin closed the door for you, bowing with a tender smile that you caught a glimpse of from the window. You wondered if he was staying alone in the huge chateau.
You would finally find out whatâs really going on behind the camera.
Only Hwang Hyunjin could make your Monday so fucking interesting. You were about to spend the afternoon with him and that made you nervous, despite having received all the information in the e-mail where it was specifically worded by Hyunjinâs staff that it would be a simple portrait modeling.
You were slightly disappointed, not because you expected to be tied up and have sex with the most handsome man your eyes have ever seen, but because you wanted answers to all the questions that caused a buzz in the art community, you thought you would be special and be the first to write details about working for Hwang Hyunjin, because every woman he photographs are young and unknown to the public and not much is known about them, not even Hyunjin shows them in his exhibitions so that the public knows that they are real, that they existed and are not just art captured from him⊠or maybe they were just that. By working for him you became his property and immortalized as such, maybe the beautiful twisted women were others in their daily life.
Still⊠you hoped you could ask him a few questions and maybe he might reveal something.
Hyunjin was specific with your makeup, natural, with subtle gold with silver glitter eyeshadow and thin-pencil eyeliner. His team showed you in the email the example and sent you exactly the right eyeshadow, foundation, soft blush in a cool pink shade, and the perfect nude shade of silky lipstick. You complemented the makeup hoping it would be what Hyunjin had wanted. He had also been specific with the clothes, nothing that would make marks on your skin, from tight underwear or clothes.
You arrived at the address Hyunjin gave you. A lonely loft building, owned by Hyunjin, where he had his photography equipment and a small studio. Upon entering it was nothing like you expected, everything was perfectly decorated, you should have seen it coming from him.
He greeted you with a smile and you were surprised how he became more handsome in two days⊠or you were beginning to see him differently after your little paranoia you kept looking for things about him, you couldnât deny it, he had a unique beauty and charming personality without even trying, something that captivated you and trapped you.
But it was very well known that Hyunjin was a guy who loved to party despite being reserved, he was the perfect combination of a partying artist, lonely, mysterious, and romantic, all his love life was very well hidden, and nothing was known about him romantically other than his art, lifestyle and the way he expresses himself.
Hyunjin saw you with a sparkle in his eyes, knowing you would document everything later. His plan was to go moderately slow, though he couldnât wait and was itching to tie up your body until you were bruised. But first, he would charm you, with little details and photo shoot appointments, and before you knew it, he would be offering you something much more interesting. He recognized that the process could take days, weeksâŠ
âWelcome. You look beautiful, my godiva. Iâll show you around.â
âGodiva?â
You followed Hyunjin and he turned with a tender smile continuing his walk. Hyunjin looked so good, wearing all-black attire, a thin turtleneck sweater and pants that matched his manly long legs, with his hair slicked back and ring details on his long fingers and a watch on his wrist.
âIt is one of my favorite paintings with a story, a pretty and kind woman whose kindness and heart changed her ambitious husbandâs mind and helped the village, in exchange for a shameful sacrifice, you know the story?â
âI know it, yes⊠why did you call me that?â
âDo you want an explanation for everything, donât you, sweet girl?â he looked at you amused, âBecause you are my kind woman. For today. My muse.â
You felt a good shiver. You were happy but at the same time you thought maybe then itâs something he says to every woman who passes through here or works for him. Just another part of his tricks.
You didnât understand why you were suddenly making such a big deal out of it, it wasnât like someone like Hyunjin was magically going to fall in love with you.
Hyunjin showed you around, telling you details and stories while you listened to him carefully⊠but there were times when you got lost in the movement of his lips, you couldnât help it, so full, so kissable; he noticed it and an occasional mischievous, shy smile escaped from him, normally he felt like he had the highest ego⊠but with you, it felt like the innocence of a first date.
âWouldnât you be taking notes of everything I would tell you?â he paused in his talk to tell you.
You opened your eyes slightly, you knew exactly what to write. Your evening with a real artist, an attractive and charming one, all your college girl classmates would go crazy. Anyone who saw Hyunjin would have a crush on him.
âOh, Iâll remember everything, donât worry Mr. Hwang.â
Hyunjin licked his lips, arousing his senses that you spoke to him formally.
âGod, I wish I could give you something better to remember tonightâ he whispered, his eyes glued on you then averted, you had heard him. âCall me Hyunjin.â
Next was your photoshoot of which you hadnât felt nervous about until he was attractively setting up his camera, you hadnât even prepared yourself⊠the whole damn time you were thinking about his other kind of pictures, the erotic ones, how he tied with his nimble, long fingers and what was really going on for women to have that fucked expression on their face. You only knew that Hyunjin himself talked about that very thing three years ago, that he traveled to Japan to relax, to find inspiration in the little things, and that suddenly one day he discovered the art of shibari, the Japanese rope play and that he learned it from scratch; months after that trip to Japan the world got the first photographs.
It couldnât be possible⊠that it was you who was lusting after Hyunjin, and if that was his plan or how he used to do it, it was working, you didnât care. His clothes were tight on his manly, slender figure⊠and his thighs thick, but you couldnât help but notice the large bulge that formed precisely there, the bulge of his notorious cock, which was right there, impossible to miss and without needing to be hard, you cursed mentally, thinking it must be big.
You started to get hot, sweating slightly from your lower back, the dirty thoughts were happening at an incredible speed in your head.
He approached you, ready for the pictures and noticed the faint red color on your cheeks; he smiled smugly, as he had done nothing but exist and you were already all flushed.
You confessed to him that it was weird being the model because you used to be the artist, but he took it upon himself to help you.
You tried on different outfits that suddenly didnât feel like you. And after a while, you thought you were done when he suddenly ordered you in a harsher tone of voice:
âWear this Versace, now. Iâll take pictures of you.â
You were surprised because he had all along been polite and didnât order as such⊠but you liked how his voice suddenly got thicker as he ordered you something.
The shoot was officially over, and after that and with timid steps, you were ready to get back into your clothes again, Hyunjin was tidying up his photography equipment a bit when he stopped you.
âWhere are you going? Stay dressed like thatâ he ordered you again and then realized his tone, âYou can keep the dress⊠itâs made to fit you. Okay, any questions now that weâre done?â
Too many, but you had no idea how to phrase them.
âItâs night now, would you like to go out to dinner somewhere taking advantage of that pretty dress you have on, sweetie?â
He was driving you crazy, ordering you around but then talking cute to you while looking this handsome and asking you out. You didnât turn him down.
On the way to the restaurant in Hyunjinâs car there was a tense atmosphere somehow, but he softened it with small talk, he really liked to talk, he was tender.
You arrived at a fancy place, you werenât ready for all that but you let yourself go, just walking beside him felt good already.
A delicious dinner, a couple of drinks, and you and Hyunjin were getting to know each other more and more and becoming more comfortable with each other. Even comfortable enough to ask him:
âSo⊠how do you do it?â
âDo what?â he replied with a smile.
You looked at him with your eyes narrowed.
âYour⊠photographsâŠâ
âWell, with a cameraâ he joked, âWhat photographs?â Hyunjin noticed your slight uncertainty to answer in seconds and understood. âAhh, those photographs. Youâre dying to know, aren't you?â he said smugly.
âOf course notâŠâ you jokingly replied.
It was all giggles, until he got serious, took from his glass with champagne and, with the glass near his lips said:
âDo you want to find out for yourself? I bet you want to try.â
A wicked smile formed on Hyunjinâs face each time you got closer to your destination. He had fantasized about it but he didnât want to seem like a pervert or rush things with you⊠but you agreed, you did it and now you couldnât believe it.
You were more and more surprised because it had been 20 minutes since you had left the city and just driving out of town. Twenty more minutes and Hyunjin finally stopped the car in the middle of nowhere, in front of a traditional Korean house.
A part of you trembled that you felt it in the foreground, that it was you who now let out tears of pleasure as you had fantasized as a handsome, older man like Hyunjin. But another part of you hoped it was only information told.
Hyunjin opened the car door for you and you looked at the place⊠truly a house in the middle of nowhere among the trees. You felt a chill and the cold of the night on your skin, thinking then thatâs where it all happens, where other women have been before you.
âThis hanok belonged to my grandfather and he passed it down to me. Iâve kept it ever since. I learned a lot from him, I owe my love of the art to him.â
Hyunjin spoke sincerely. You admired the nice garden.
âItâs nice and peaceful.â
You were trembling with nerves.
Finally, you entered the main room. Everything was still so traditional, with wood everywhere, but you noticed the little modern details Hyunjin added. Every one of his places was just like another art exhibition, decorated with paintings.
âI use it to relax, I get distracted here for a really good time and it's ideal for inviting my friends over⊠and well, this is where I usually practice bondage.â
You nodded, avoiding looking him in the eye. You wanted to leave. Since you knew the place you could leave; you were biting your lip in constant regret that you were actually going to be tied up. But you wanted to leave because you were embarrassed, not because you didnât want itâthe unique sex experience.
âCome here. You wanted to see it for yourself.â
A couple more rooms with sliding doors. You arrived, but Hyunjin paused with his hand on the door.
âSo that you know absolutely everythingâŠâ he spoke, looking you in the eyes again.
You nodded, you were anxious and slightly excited but you were beginning to accept your fate âwhich you werenât complaining much aboutâ. Hyunjin continued:
âUsually this is where I take the pictures, I like to play with the scenery and re-decorate it, thatâs why you see different sceneryâ he pointed in front of a spot in the room with more photography equipment. âBefore entering the model is given a consent form that they decide whether to sign or not, it talks about agreeing to pose nude, to have risquĂ© photos taken even on her genitals, and to abide by my orders as well as choosing a safe word in any case she feels uncomfortable or doesnât have as much tolerance for pain. I like to play with them, dress them, tie them up, and let the art perform itself.â
Your breath shortened. It was so twisted but coming from his lips, voice, and serious tone⊠why it was so hot and mesmerizing.
It was a small disappointment that before you there were multiple women and you could almost imagine their naive and excited faces before walking through that door. The contract thing? Slick and dirty.
âCan I see it?â you said suddenly.
He raised an eyebrow in confusion looking so attractive, there was something about his bearing that looked commanding all of a sudden, as if his eyes became sharper and his body more desirable. You were impatient, at least you wanted to kiss him, you didnât understand why so much desperation.
âThe contractâ you sentenced.
Hyunjin chuckled and walked over to a desk, pulling out two sheets of paper from some folders and handed them to you.
You bit your lip as you held them⊠thinking that maybe you were getting excited in vain, that after all, he wasnât inviting you to be one of his models and that he hadn't even given you the contract nor did he look like he intended to give it to you, just because you asked.
The contract was specific and explicit and talked about you agreeing to be Hyunjinâs submissive for as long as he chooses by being inside that property. In the end, it said something that made too much sense, that after the shoot and when all is concluded, the model should only approach and address him professionally and under no circumstances divulge what she experienced and did. The model has the right to attend the event where her photographs will be exhibited and is obliged to use an artistic name or pseudonym. And it ended with an impressive amount of money with which she would be paid.
You sighed softly as you finished reading. It sounded private and serious from what you said:
âI wonât write about this.â
âWise decision. But because I like you so much I can give you the exclusive and you decide already whether to write or not, sweetheart.â
You didnât even have time to think when Hyunjin took the papers from your hand and slid the door open, revealing a long rectangular room decorated in classic wood and well-lit, with a sweet and mesmerizing scent, everything was spotless⊠but in the room, there was evidently sex practice furniture.
âObviously everything is clean, itâs rigorously cleaned every time the mess is finished, and youâre lucky that the chairs and stuff are new.â
Lucky. You were at a loss for words. It was real. It was what he liked to do. You didnât judge him, it was so normal, just another way he lived his sex life. But it was unknown to you, at least living it or actually seeing it and the unknown gives you that certain uneasy feeling.
Hyunjin took a step forward staring at you still holding the papers in his hand.
âDo you want to give it a try? Do you want to sign the contract?â he brought his face close to yours with a smug smile. âIt can be for artistic purposes, just so you understand the art youâre so curious aboutâ he crooned, playfully.
You shuddered and maintaining eye contact you nodded shyly. You knew exactly what you were agreeing to, there was no need to play dumb, you wanted it, you wanted it ever since you saw him when you entered his loft.
âYou can sign later. Iâll get you dressedâ Hyunjin spoke, in a more cheerful and excited tone.
He was just as, if not slightly more impatient than you. He hadnât felt this aroused in a while, most of the time he did get aroused but it was more like pleasure play, he found satisfaction and didnât get too involved, he was more dominant and knew how to control it⊠he wasâ't sure if he could pull that off with you just now.
You went back to giving a visual tour of the place as Hyunjin walked to another door that appeared to be a closet. You sighed as soon as you saw that it was a closet, with lingerie, sex toys and his ropes.
Hyunjin approached you, holding a silky white babydoll and thigh high sheer stockings also white. He held your face for the first time, making your heart almost stop as you saw him so close and felt his warm hands and cold rings on your cheeks.
âOh, sweetheart, Iâm going to dress you in white becauseâŠ. you have that energy in you so pure and wise, youâre as beautiful as a woman waiting dressed in white at the altar, anyone who marries you will be a lucky fucking son of a bitch. So just for tonight be everything to me, my object of pleasure, my lover, my wife.â
Hyunjin caressed your cheek and you felt your knees go weak at hearing him and seeing the gleam in his dark eyes, you didnât even have that silly thought that he might have told someone else, you didnât care, at least you were the one hearing it and living it right at this moment, with him.
âUndress, love, nowâ he ordered you softly, sliding the zipper of your dress and he took two steps back and moved a little away from you.
His piercing gaze watched you standing there and a subtle wicked smile twitched the corners of his lips. You did as he ordered and as soon as your dress fell to the floor the sensitive spot on your pussy throbbed in excitement, there was something in the atmosphere and in the room beyond your arousal and his incredible sexual energy, something about the place made you feel haunted, as if the silence of the night had a supernatural erotic power on you, you were as uneasy as you had ever been.
Hyunjin licked his lips, watching you take off your last little garments, your underwear. You were so wet, that you felt your wetness slide into your folds as you took off your panties. This time, his cock was unbelievably hard at the sight of your naked body. Hyunjinâs world stopped for a second as his cock throbbed in complete pleasure, and he paused to watch you carefully without missing any detail about you, from your shy and slightly nervous expression to the shape of your neck and how it connected to the delicacy of your shoulders and collarbones, showing your chest and breasts⊠the shape of them, your nipples, your delicate limbs, your abdomen and the sweet juicy skin of your pubis⊠every detail, down to the moles on your body. He was satisfied.
âYou are beautiful,â he told you, moving closer to you.
Up close he became more absorbed and managed to perceive the scent of your perfume, delighting himself in it. He bit his lower lip and couldnât resist how soft your exposed breasts looked, so he brought both his hands to your tits, making you shudder slightly, massaging them gently, with the babydoll on his broad shoulder. You too bit your lip in pleasure to stop a sigh. You saw his big hands grab your breasts, move them and play with your nipple and in the process you noticed the huge erection in his pants and then you saw his face, thinking he was even bigger with a hard cock, you wanted Hyunjin now, you needed him, you needed to feel him inside you, in your hands, in your mouth⊠He was so close to you⊠you could appreciate his so manly features perfectly marked, like his nose and sharp jaw and his lips, you wanted to kiss him and have him take you at once, you felt he could fuck you right there, you were already so ready for his cock to slide into you without even truly touching him.
He repeated your act, he saw your breasts and enjoyed the feel of your tits adjusting to his hands and then he watched your sweet face holding back and he smiled.
âYou like that, bunny, huh? Answer everything I tell you.â
âYesâ you sighed.
His giggle again appeared and what started out sweet became more and more intense, squeezing your breasts with intensity and treating them rougher, ending with a rough play towards your nipples that made you sigh.
âArms up, my baby doll, Iâm going to dress you.â
He took his hands off your breasts leaving you with a void as it felt too good, he was stimulating you and turning you on more. Hyunjin put the silky robe on you and took the opportunity to caress and squeeze your ass, taking you to heaven. He got down on his knees and put on your stockings, caressing and squeezing your thighs, until he couldnât resist, he lifted the robe covering your pussy and his face was in front of your mons pubis, Hyunjin finely ran his fingers on your slick once, and then did it deeply again, earning an unexpected shudder and soft moan from you.
âShit, youâre so fucking wet, baby.â
He smirked and went to the closet again, finally pulling out the ropes. You didnât move an inch.
Hyunjin began untying and preparing them, standing in front of you at a distance and looking so fucking sexy as his hands and arms wrapped around the rope.
âDo you know why I chose this place? A house in the middle of nowhere?â he commented, a flirtatious tone in his voice preparing the long rope.
He looked at you and you shook your head, he smiled running his tongue along his cavity, satisfying him as you were suddenly at a loss for words as you had gone from being bubbly and chatty with him to showing yourself just the way he liked it: submissive. A submissive with the big eyes of a frightened bunny, of a prey about to be devoured, of a helpless woman about to be fucked hard.
âBecause I took so much admiration for this practice in Japan and my first bondage I did when I was young in a traditional Japanese house, the place inspired me too much and I remembered I had this house a bit abandoned⊠but the best part of it all is that you are free to make all the noise. You can cry all you want, no soul but me is going to hear you scream.â
Your skin stood on end, the last sentence had been dangerous in every way, hot, commanding and when you least knew it, he was already close to you rolling up his sleeves and ready to start the real attraction.
âTurn around and put your arms behind your back.â he ordered, in a rougher way and intimidating you with his gaze.
You obeyed him and stood staring up at the traditional walls of the room and felt the sensation of the soft rope passing through your arms and Hyunjin placing it in front of your body, encircling your breasts and abdomen, and going up your shoulders. You were so excited that if you opened your mouth you feared a moan would come out of it.
âSo⊠whatâs going to be your safe word?â he questioned in a rough, seductive voice and you felt your first squeeze in your arms through the ropes. âOr will you make a bad girl and not need it? That never happensâŠâ
You hadnât thought about it⊠was it so painful as to require a word? You thought you were holding on. You will.
âThere will be no safe wordâ you mentioned in a shaky voice.
The next squeeze and the first strong tie in your arms.
âYou are a little sick. I adore it. You want to be all spunky girlâ he kept on tying, each time squeezing tighter and drawing your arms tighter together, âLetâs see how that works out for you, honey.â
And suddenly, it wasnât the intensity of the bondage that surprised you, but the way he began to tease you, feeling his warm breath behind you, his heavy breathing, and his erection rubbing against your body.
âTell me, my dear, have you tried submission and bondage beforeâŠ?â
âNo.â
He tied hard. Squeezing around your breasts, marking them on the babydoll.
âIt will be an honor to be the first. But I wonât be gentle, I never am. Do you like rough sex?â
âI-I donât know.â
You werenât even beginning to think straight, your pussy was throbbing painfully down there, you were afraid you were going to start dripping from how turned on you were and he was just tying you up and rubbing his erection against you. All you could think about was how good his long fingers must look holding the rope and skillfully tying you up, you wished you had eyes on your back right about now.
âYou donât know?â he tied tight close to your hands, finishing. âYouâve never been fucked hard? Or donât tell me youâre a virgin?â
You swallowed nervously, gulping saliva that burned in your throat from how enormously aroused you were, your heartbeat thundering in your ears.
âIâm notâŠâ
âOh yeah? Who was the lucky guy who entered paradise between your legs for the first time?â
Hyunjin stepped back, appreciating the beauty of the bonds in your arms, leaving you immobilized and staggering. He walked to the front of you with a predatory gaze, admiring his creation now on the front of your body, your breasts well marked on the fabric and your abdomen bound in a figure.
âRemember to answer everything, I thought you would be a good girl.â
You looked into his eyes, your big, merciful eyes, full of pure sexual ecstasy.
âMy first boyfriend, when I was 19.â
âHow is he now?â Hunjin ran his hands through your hair, pushing it a little away from your face, âKnowing he won something wonderful in life, your purity.â
You felt slightly humiliated, you were facing him, in a slightly curved position because of the tight bonds that bothered your arms, which bothered your circulation a little.
âHeâs fine, I think. He studied law.â
âToo bad for him, he lost you, but now youâre mine.â
Hyunjin walked out of the room to return with his camera in hands.
âThere go the first pictures, hun..â
Flash behind your back, this time Hyunjin didnât bother to change the setting of the place, he had never shown the place as such, he always decorated it in a way that suited the concept of his exhibition, but you had been so spontaneous, you werenât even planned for weeks like all his models, the concept was the simple nature of desire, erotic and experimentation.
Then he took pictures of your body in front.
âFuck they look so good, so homely and domestic. I love itâ he mentioned looking at the pictures.
He put the camera away leaving it on the floor carpet and moved your body from your shoulders forcing you to take a few steps, all the way to the center under a bar with chuncky metal hooks hanging from its ceiling.
âYou seemed to get so excited at the idea of being tied up. But letâs steady your position, sweetheart.â
Hyunjin hooked you from the rope that ran behind your shoulders and left you hanging, just touching your toes to the floor. You felt strange and excited, unable to move and hanging there like nothing.
He smiled again, satisfied and wicked and his erection throbbed in pleasure at the sight of your state, helpless and bound.
âYou still want to know how I take my picturesâ he whispered hotly in your ear.
He gently pulled away until you felt his hair brush against your cheek, being in that position and tied up was making you uncomfortable but there was something so hot about it.
âYes, Hyunjin.â
At this point you couldnât say no to him and you werenât thinking clearly, other than the feeling of your limbs and body tied, dangling and your throbbing cunt.
âI know absolutely everything they say about me, but although it may surprise you I never fuck my models, I donât even kiss them, but I do like to play with them, with their pleasure and temperament, I enjoy taking them to the extreme and having them explore the very capabilities of their bodyâŠâ
Hyunjin spoke close to your face, like a villain telling his plan to the poor helpless and immobile victim.
âOh, honey, but I asked you if you like rough sex because I plan to fuck youâ he caressed your cheek with his thumb.
He turned away to go back to his kinky closet.
âWooden paddle or leather?â he hummed for himself, âWhat will I beat your cute ass with?â
You began to move your hands in desperation looking for a release. It was starting to bother you but you didnât want to complain, you wanted to truly feel that rare and erotic experience.
Hyunjin approached you, with a vibrator and his leather spanking paddle.
âYouâre a good sweet girl, let me get you ready.â
He ran his hand in your folds and you moaned instantly, shuddering, he played with your clit and he bit his lip, getting lost in the soft, sticky, warm feeling of your pussy lips wrapping his fingers. It was feeling so good, you were so needy. Your nipples hardened and your body sought to move in pleasure.
âGo on, sweetheart, make all the noise you want, donât be afraid to enjoy absolutely everything.â
You let out a choked moan, you pressed your hands against each other unable to move your limbs, it was feeling like heaven itself to be touched by him as you looked into his eyes, his sultry gaze and wicked smile.
âGod, you are so wet, are you liking this, my bunny?â
You nodded, desperate.
âYes!â you moaned in pleasure and surprise as you spoke just as he thrust two fingers into you.
His fingers were perfect in you, so long reaching a soft spot inside you as he stirred them deep in you, almost as if exploring then slowly penetrating you. Hyunjin felt his erection to the fullest, if it wasnât for his very good control and management of his body, he would be whimpering with excitement, everything about you made him so fucking horny.
But then he left you an emptiness, as he removed his fingers from you. You opened your mouth, breathing was becoming a difficult task, Hyunjin took advantage of your expression and stuck his fingers that were in your pussy to mouth.
âTaste yourself. I bet you taste so good my little dollâ he removed his hand from your mouth to hold the sex toy, âAlright, this goes inside you.â
You whimpered in pleasure moving your legs in desperation as you felt the vibrator slide deep inside you, you watched as Hyunjin pushed it into you settling it into a delicious and strategic spot. You again noticed his huge erection and had a great need to touch it⊠but you were right in that painful situation with your limbs without proper circulation. He placed the single sofa of the room right in front of you and sat comfortably as if having a girl tied up and hanging was the most normal thing on a Monday night for him. Hyunjin placed his calf on top of his thigh, watching you. He stirred in place as sitting made the fabric of his pants squeeze his erection tighter and he grunted softly.
In his right hand he held the small vibrator control and didnât hesitate to use it, with a single click and a wicked grin on his part, the toy began to do its thing inside you making you moan breathlessly.
You bit your lip hard and swirled your pelvis in pleasure, cursing softly as your walls vibrated, you felt it tingle in you, your labia majora were already a mess. Hyunjin pressed his lips together, examining how you writhed in pleasure with the limited body parts you could move, your head, your neck and your lower limbs.
âNow⊠tell me that story you didnât finish, how your love of art was born.â
âWhat?â you whimpered.
You didnât think he was serious, he was overstimulating you.
âDo it. Now. I want to know,â he ordered roughly. âTell me, now.â
You whimpered feeling every great change of vibration and movement in you. You didnât think he meant it and could hold a conversation having you as a rag doll dangling in front of him.
âI tol-d you that my fa-father had a replica of a painting⊠by Norman Rockwell in his room⊠andâŠâ it was hard to speak, between whines and sighs, combined with the guilty pleasure of the pain of not being able to move. âIt was fun to look at it⊠I liked it.â
âJust that? I want more details. I feel you know everything about me; but what do I know about y/n?â
Hyunjin switched the stimulation mode to simulated thrusting motions. Your poor body writhed and contracted, you felt excitedly trapped with nothing you could do about it. You were agitated, excited, with your slightly watery eyes and your pussy getting wetter and wetter.
âFuckâ you whimpered and he smiled, âThe painting was done by a friend of hisâŠâ
âWhat was his name?â Hyunjin loved playing with you, for an incredibly smart woman, the sexual pleasure was making you silly and he was barely into foreplay.
âJack⊠Bahng⊠and my father noticed the admiration I suddenly had for paintings and took me to my first gallery when I was twelve in New YorkâŠâ
Hyunjin thought the last name sounded familiar, but he played with you, interrupting you and increasing the intensity of the thrusts that tickled your cervix almost bringing you to orgasm. You squeezed your legs together, it was painful and pleasurable, you felt you couldnât cum because the position was uncomfortable so you were building the intensity of your climax.
âWhose gallery was it?â
âJohn Currin, November 2015⊠mmm, fuck, Hyun-â
âFocus, honey, youâre telling me something? John Currin, doesnât he also do nudes? I think you like a certain kind of art, you little slut.â
âMmmâŠâ you didnât even know what you were talking about, you started to stammer breathlessly, âBut⊠theyâre exaggerated or funny paintings sometimes. I attended with my father, his friend and his son, his son is also an artist and he taught me how to paint and from there, from there it wasâŠâ
âAw, youâre daddyâs little girl? Who is your daddyâs friendâs son? Was he the one you said between drinks was your first crush?â
So many questions that were suddenly so hard to answer; this time you didnât, you were about to burst into your first orgasm, you could feel it, you bit your lip and rolled your eyes softly.
âDonât you dare cum, I havenât authorized you yet. Hold itâ he spoke annoyed, âYou have to answer what I ask you, donât make me beat you and punish you with the fucking wooden paddle.â
âWhat?â you stammered, desperate, watching his expression, his smooth thick black eyebrows furrowed in anger.
âWho was the guy who taught you to paint?â
Shit. You wanted to cum already, you were at your peak that you accidentally cum whimpering his name, which Hyunjin disliked completely.
âChris-Christopher Bahng, ahh.â
This time he was genuinely pissed off.
He turned off the vibrator while you thought you fell into a small release but you were still trapped with pain in your body.
Hyunjin walked towards you and grabbed you roughly by the face.
âI ordered you not to cum.â
That wasnât what he was truly angry about, it was that you whimpered another manâs name while cumming and it was someone he knew well.
âChristopher Bahng?â he claimed to you in annoyance, releasing you from the hooks and holding you up to lay you down moderately roughly on the floor. âIsnât he a professor at your university?â
You nodded, exhausted. Christopher had been your first innocent love but it was obvious he was someone older and you were a child, after fifteen you never saw him again and came back reconnecting with him as you remember him, looking the same and teaching art. In fact, he was one of the most important reasons why you attended those important art events, he would get you places, but you used to say it was college support, because in part, it was true. He was just so good to you.
âUse your words.â
You had fallen sideways, turning your back to him and you were giving up feeling your arms, you wanted to be untied already.
âYes, he is, heâs my teacher now.â
âUnbelievable, you go from Rockwell to Nabokov. You like older men, donât you?â he spat, taking his camera to photograph you from that angle, with your bare ass, your wet thighs, your numb white arms. âThatâs why youâre here, seducing me. Do you know how old I am?â
His choice of words, his tone, he was playing with you. Hyunjin photographed you on the floor, one last time before inflicting physical pain, before leaving your ass red-purple and sore. It was so dirty and hot that you thought for a second that they could be interpreted as the pictures of a helpless victim.
âYes, I know.â
âIâm older than you, I should have known better bringing in someone so young, sleeping with her seniors for fun. And how old is Chris now?â
âI donât know⊠33, 34.â
âAnd did you enjoy fucking your teacher, you fucking slut?â he whispered, putting his body over yours without crushing you, to then roughly pull the toy out of you causing you to moan, âDid he enjoy being reunited with his little girl?â
You turned your neck to look at Hyunjin, he was getting the wrong idea, he was breathing heavily against your skin.
âItâs not like that, nothing happened.â
âYou know how much it infuriates me that you whimpered his name while you were cumming like a fucking whore, writhing for him, huh? You were thinking about him? When youâre supposed to be mine tonight.â
You were about to answer, but Hyunjin turned your body leaving you face down and began to spank your ass violently with his strong, heavy hand, making you scream and whimper.
âIâll show you that youâre mine, fuck, I donât just want you to be mine tonight, I want you to be mine foreverâ he babbled, giving you spank after spank.
Your body contracted at each stroke, your arms sought to move and you moved your legs but Hyujin held them tightly to stop you from resisting. Your cry and his hand hitting your skin were present in the room, you could even feel the firmness of his rings digging into your skin.
âHy-Hyunjin!â you couldnât with the pain that was uncontrollably arousing you, you felt sick, your buttocks were burning but your clit was throbbing again.
âYou fucking like this, donât you, little slut? You like being treated like what you are, huh?â
He stopped spanking you to play roughly with your pussy, penetrating your entrance and stroking your labia hard. You whined in pleasure, the pleasure seemed painfully eternal with Hyunjin. And minutes later, you cum on his fingers unable to resist. He couldnât resist how swollen and juicy your cunt looked either, so in one swift movement, he settled his body to lick and revel in your juices. You were desperate, you wanted to move, you wanted to touch him, you wanted to see his handsome face as he ate your pussy but you were limited from so many things; still Hyunjin continued, running his hot thick tongue in your cunt.
âMmmm, fuck baby, youâreâso fucking delicious, I canâtâ he moaned, sucking on your labia and cumming slowly and painfully in his pants, unable to hold it in any longer.
He continued to make a series of movements in a rhythm that blurred your vision and brought you to orgasm after orgasm. You were exhausted, sore and hoarse. You had been used.
Hyunjin was hard again, ready to do one last thing before he untied you completely. You felt his mouth pull away from you and heard the sound of a belt buckle and zipper being pulled down. You knew it, you were just slightly recovering when you felt his hot wet tip rub against your puffy pussy lips. He settled your body so that you were supported on your knees; he kept teasing you with his hard member in you, which made him moan until he finally pushed his entire length into you.
New tears began to flow from you. Hyunjin was huge. He was tearing you apart, but his warm cock inside you filling absolutely everything made you feel so whole.
He held on to the ropes, as if he was riding, he began to fuck you and ram you hard, bumping skin against skin.
âHyunji-n, Hyunjinâ you whined his name.
The gasps from both of you filled the room; his cock pounded every part of your insides. His movements were fast, beastly and violent but they left you so satisfied that you came twice in the process and he still continued in you until in sensual moans, he finally filled you with his cum.
Hyunjin pulled out of you to appreciate your used entrance and, out of breath, began to quickly untie you. It was unbelievable, you had not used any safety words or begged for him to stop.
He knew he was rough and that had to untie you soon, otherwise, the ropes would leave more serious marks, of which serious marks, only your ass suffered, red and swollen with signs of bruising. And you had resisted every damn spanking of which he lost count and only hit you for his slight sadistic pleasure of feeling your soft skin being abused.
Finally, your arms could breathe, but you felt a tingling in them. You were just adjusting again when Hyunjin turned your body to see your flushed face covered in tears and light sweat on your forehead.
You groaned in pain as your bottom brushed the carpet. Hyunjin unfastened your rope and robe, leaving you naked and wearing only your stockings.
He began gently caressing your breasts and waist.
âA photograph is not enough to capture you, my dear. I need to immortalize you with my oil painting. I need to paint you. I think Iâm in love.â
You watched his face, with your breathing and heartbeat agitated and altered and you also noticed his visible cock, veiny, wet, shiny, erect and big.
You blinked, feeling your eyelashes still wet. Wanting to believe he was serious. Wishing it. That he could be in love with you.
He leaned toward you, brushing his nose against yours and for the thousandth time in the night, he broke every one of his rules with a model:
âKiss me.â
You joined your lips, his kiss soothed every physical ache in you and the sensation was just as you imagined, dreamy, velvet lips deft in their movement.
The kisses escalated to be more and more sizzling, his hands kept massaging your breasts and his lips started to slide down your neck, you were obsessed with Hyunjinâs lips, your weak arms found a way to caress his hair.
He slowly separated from you. Looking at you with his typical mischievous and tenderly wicked smile.
It was a night to remember, a night you body will remember, but you got the feeling that is was just the beginning.
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â Name: Sandra, but you can tell me Sandy đ.
âAge: I feel like I'm 15 years old, I stopped counting at 19 and my friends say that I act like I'm 5 years old XD hahaha ... Nah! I just turned 23 years old this August n_n.
đ Occupation: Being a universitary girl XD ... Yes! It's so fun! (sarcasm).
đ©· Some things that I love it: Read (I read all kinds of books and about my favorite ships on Ao3! đ€), cook desserts, listen to music while I do other activities like my homework or when I read, Greek mythology (The love between us will never die! đ).
âSaint Seiya (or Knights of the Zodiac). I found this beautiful serie when I was 7 years old. My favorite is the original serie, although I also like the Lost Canvas a lot and Episode G (because Aioria is the protagonist). Soul of Gold gives me mixed feelings. From Omega and Next Dimension, better don't ask me; my mind lives in denial. My favorite characters are the Golden Saints, especially Aioros and Aioria, being Aioria my super favorite.
Thanks to Saint Seiya I developed a great love for the stars đ« and I have many scientific books on the subject, as well as books of myths and legends about the constellations âš.
đ„ I'm a Marvel Girl. I love those tormented superheroes and antiheroes. I basically grew up watching Marvel since Iron Man came out in 2008 and I immersed myself fully in the world of the comics, I have a lot of comics and books on my bookshelf đ€. My favorites are: Iron Man â„ïž, Captain America, Spider-Man, Loki, the X-Men, Black Widow and Scarlet Witch, in all their presentations and with all their charms and defects!.
đżSeries: Friends, Full House, The big bang theory, How I met your mother and How I met your father, Modern Family, Mom, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel... I love it K-Dramas like Goblin: The lonely and great God, Crash landing on you, Tale of the Nine Tailed đ, I have also watched many animes like Sailor Moon, Ouran High School Host Club, Toradora, Code Geass, Inuyasha, Kaleido Star, Shaman King, Attack on Titan... it's a long list and I don't remember everything at this moment đ€. Miraculous Ladybug (I know it's for kids, but ... there is Chat Noir đ€).
đIn my House of the Dragon era đ€: Like many people, I was also terribly disappointed with the horrible ending of Game of Thrones, but I really loved Fire and Blood when I read it in 2020... so I decided to give the serie a chance when I saw the first trailer... and I don't regret it! đ„ł. I liked Daemon and Rhaenyra so much in the book and absolutely loved them in the TV Show! (Matt and Emma are incredible! âŁïž). Another character that I loved in the book and the one I always wanted to know more about was Jacaerys Velaryon and I must say that I am very pleased with the choice of Harry Collett đ (oh yeah baby! đ„).
I really hope that the directors and writers do justice to this wonderful crown prince! đ„°, because for me he is already one of my favorite characters of all time! âŁïž.
đ„ Favorite Movies: Troy 2004 (did I mention I'm a Greek mythology lover?), the Star Wars saga đ« (1-6 only), The Great Gatsby, A Walk to Remember, Harry Potter đȘ (books and movies), The Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Hobbit trilogy, The Hunger Games saga âŁïž(books and movies), The Twilight saga đ (books and movies).
I love Studio Ghibli movies with all my heart đ since my dad bought me the movie of Kiki Delivery Service when I was a 6-year-old little girl.
I love everything Disney and Pixar does đđ. (think of the happiest things, It's the same as having wings! đ¶)
đ§ Music: I have a very varied taste in music, some would say strange đ
, but if I like the rhythm and lyrics of the song I will surely add it to my playlist (mainly I like rock), AC / DC, Queen, Guns N' Roses, Bon Jovi, Linkin Park, Evanescence, Within Temptation, Imagine Dragons, BeyoncĂ©, Ed Sheeran, Lana del Rey, Taylor Swift and Katy Perry. I enjoy classical music too đ©·.
â Something more about me: I am an inveterate dreamer and extremely perfectionist. I express myself better by writing than talking đ.
I haven't drawn anything in almost 5 years and when I did I used to draw with traditional media (watercolor, charcoal, colored pencils, gouche and acrylic paints đïž).
But since October (from last year), when I saw Harry Collett as Prince Jacaerys, I felt a desire to draw that I hadn't felt in a long time âŁïž.
This is my first time trying to draw in digital media, I hope you like what you see! đ (YouTube tutorials don't fail me now! đ). I spent the whole summer practicingđ„ș.
P.S: Sorry if exist some error, the english is not my firts lenguage.
#HouseoftheDragon#Saint Seiya#Marvel#My first time using Tumblr#I do not know what I'm doing#Jacaerys Velaryon#Tony Stark my beloved#Brainrot made me do this#Rhaenyra Targaryen#Daemon Targaryen
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If you are still doing that ask game where people send you Lana del Rey or Taylor swift songs and tell them I'd they are mihawk shanks or buggy coded then I have a song for you!
Young and Beautiful by Lana del Rey from the Great Gatsby
was gonna say shanks, and it definitely has a bit of a shanks vibe lyrically, but the music is just too mihawk to ignore. the lyrics are very mihawk too. so, mihawk coded!
(and yes, this ask game is permanent!)
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