⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 your photographer has a sort of... kinky love (nsfw)
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you were beyond irritated. you had two back-to-back photoshoots, both of which would not have your favorite photographer present.
choso.
you had met choso a while back when you were just starting out, and to this day, you had never met such an effortlessly talented photographer.
the intimacy his pictures held were never successfully recreated by anyone else, leading you to only do photoshoots where choso was present.
unfortunately, you had learned that choso hadn't checked into work yet, which upset you beyond words.
every other photographer took dull, lifeless pictures. ones that never encapsulated emotion or expression. if it was for a lingerie shoot, they captured lust and branding. if it was for sunglasses, they focused precisely on shading and perspective.
what you admired about choso was his way to incorporate emotion in every single photo. you always managed to feel something, no matter how basic the item or clothing could be.
what you didn't know was that his goal was to capture you, not whatever product you were promoting. your essence and your soul, in every photo. he truly believed you were ethereal, that emotion bleeding into his camera as he took photos of you. choso felt real kinky love for you, even if he didn't fully realize it.
—
you arrive to the set, ready to be fully let down by whatever half-assed photographer your agent had chosen, but there you saw choso. he was standing by the snack table, adjusting settings on his camera. his dark hair let loose and resting right above his shoulders.
your eyes light up at seeing him, a grin growing across your face as you make your way over to where he's standing.
you tap his shoulder and he turns around swiftly, a startled look on his face.
"hey, i thought you wouldn't show up today." you smile softly.
choso quickly relaxes at the sight of you and smiles back. "yeah, missed my train this morning."
you tilt your head in concern. "rough night?"
"uh, yeah, you could say that." he mumbles, avoiding eye contact with you as he fiddles with his camera.
how could he possibly explain that his 'rough night' was going through every photo he had of you, re-editing, and maaaybe the occasional jerk-off to one of your more provocative shoots.
you peek over his hand to look at the photos in his camera, gently nudging his arm. "are these the photos from the last shoot?"
he hums in response. "yeah, i haven't edited them yet though."
"you wouldn't mind if i came over sometime and went over the photos with you, right?" you ask, hopefully waiting.
choso clears his throat at the unexpected question. "you really want to see the editing process?"
you nod, "yeah, it would be cool. like a mini date."
a blush creeps across his face. “that would be nice.”
—
your current photo shoot is for a swimsuit brand, and the two-piece hugs your body in the best places.
you lie down on your stomach, resting your head on your folded arms as choso eyes you, mentally mapping out the best angles. as you switch to different positions, choso follows, snapping photos quickly but thoughtfully.
the director announces a break and you put on a robe, chatting with your agent.
watching from afar, choso watches how you move with grace, your laughter igniting something within him.
he walks over to you, wearing a gentle smile. “i, uh, thought you might wanna see the photos i have so far.”
“ooh, i would love to see,” you say as he stands beside you.
as the two of you skim through photos, choso looks over at you to see your reactions. you nod your head in approval, pointing out the pictures you especially love.
“see, this is why i only trust you to take my photos, choso.” you say, satisfied with his work.
“i’m glad. you’re the only one i’d want to photograph.”
for some reason, that sentence makes a heat pool in your stomach. you feel the intensity of his gaze on you and it only makes your thighs clench tighter.
choso notices and chuckles lightly as he lowers his head to yours. “i’ll fix that later, okay?”
you're about to reply before the director calls everyone back to work, interrupting the conversation.
the energy is different after, the tension obvious. you lock eyes with him while you're receiving directions and struggle to stifle a smile.
after the shoot, you change into a crop-top and sweatpants, meeting choso on your way out of the bathroom.
"oh, hey, choso."
"hey."
—
the two of you are in the utility closet, mouths moving frantically against each other. his hands are cradling your head, as if he's trying to secure you.
choso lifts you up, his hands against your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. he sits you on a random box and continues kissing you, moaning into your mouth.
you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he almost loses it. he kisses you back, changing the angle. he runs his hands under your crop-top, pulling away from the kiss and moving down to your neck.
his lips graze over your pulse point, gently sucking. not hard enough to leave a mark, but just enough for you to moan in pleasure.
"you sound so beautiful," he whispers huskily into your neck, sending chills down your spine.
his fingers move to your thighs as he trails his kisses down to your collarbone, drawing slow circles through the thick material of your sweatpants.
you hook a finger into the waistband of his jeans, gently tugging as your hands make their way to the zipper.
all he can think about in this moment is all the times he’s pumped his fist across his swollen cock to your pictures, pre-cum beading at the tip as he imagined his hand was your velvety walls, embracing every full inch.
god, he just wanted to worship your body with everything he had.
his breath hitches as he tries to speak, his words coming out as a half moan. “y/n, hold on, hold on.”
“choso…” you whisper, voice raw. “i’m sorry, i just thought that—”
“don’t apologize, please. you did nothing wrong, i just- i want to do this right. i’ve wanted this for too damn long to do it in a utility closet.” he chuckles embarrassedly, tucking a stray strand of your hair away as he admires your kiss-swollen lips.
smiling, you nod. “we can have that date now, if you’d like?”
“yeah, yes, please.” he says breathlessly.
—
choso unlocks the door to his apartment and you walk in after him.
his apartment is minimalistic, a few sentimental items from his younger brothers are hung up on the walls, a small but cozy couch in the living room, warm lighting, but something else catches your eye.
the door to his room is slightly cracked open, but just enough for you to see an array of photos spread across a table.
“i’m sorry. this must be awkward for you.” choso says bashfully, standing a few feet in front of you as you sit on his barstool.
“choso, you worry too much,” you smile as you get up to walk closer to him. “now, why don’t you show me the photos you took and we can figure something out from there?”
choso nods, overwhelmed by your hands on his neck, fingers dancing over the collar of his sweatshirt.
he gently takes your wrist and kisses your palm, your hand cupping his cheek.
he leads you to his room, revealing the table full of pictures you had seen earlier. as you walk closer, you notice that they’re all pictures of you.
“choso, why do you have all these pictures of me here?” you ask as you pick up one of the photos, that familiar heat pooling between your thighs once again.
choso shifts uncomfortably next to you, as if trying to minimize his presence. “i… i use them.”
a smirk grows across your face. “for what, exactly?”
“personal... pleasure.” he mumbles, blush reaching his ears as he fears shame might kill him on the spot.
you move closer to him and tuck a hair behind his ear, your hand lowering down to his cheek.
choso instinctively leans into your touch, a small noise escaping him.
“would you like me to help, cho?” you ask sweetly, the nickname only worsening the bulge in his jeans.
choso shakes his head. “no, let me take care of you. please.”
before you can reply, choso picks you up and lays you on his bed. he admires your form for a second, your hair splayed out across his pillow, your wide eyes looking back at him in anticipation. it was perfect. you're perfect.
he leans down to kiss your cheek, then your nose, forehead, hairline, ear, and chin.
"choso, i need you to stop teasing." you whine, the heat between your thighs growing unbearable.
"i wanna take my time with you, pretty girl. you're too important to rush." he whispers in your ear, kissing the spot behind it.
he pulls your crop top up and you finish the job for him, pulling it over your head and throwing it somewhere.
"so pretty. all needy and ready for me, gorgeous?" he murmurs.
you hum in response, clenching your thighs tighter. choso kisses the valley between your breasts as he finds the clasp and undoes it. you lay half-naked below him, suddenly self-conscious.
"you're even more stunning like this. how is every part of you perfect?" he says, talking to himself more than you.
one of his hands cup your breast while he licks slow circles around the nipple of the other.
you breathe heavily, your neediness increasing while choso takes his time. he notices and looks up at you with apologetic eyes. "i'm sorry, pretty girl. i'll handle it, okay?"
you nod as choso tugs the waistband of your sweatpants down and leaves your panties exposed.
a damp stain marks the thin cotton, the black lace complimenting your skin beautifully.
choso suddenly leaves the bed, confusing you.
"choso?"
"be right there, gorgeous. i just need to find something." he says, digging through a box in the corner of his room.
finally, he finds what he's looking for. an old camera, one that only he has access to.
he gets back on the bed and snaps two pictures of you. one of your needy expression, and the other of your stomach, the black lace peeking into the photo.
"what was that about?" you ask, still lost on the sudden action.
"wanna save that look forever. my eyes only." he smiles, looking back down at your slick-covered panties. "now, let's take care of this, hmm?"
choso pulls his sweatshirt over his head and throws it on the floor along with your panties. without warning, he lowers his head and licks a wet trail up your cunt.
"hngh- choso!"
he brings his thumb to rub against your clit as he licks inside of you, making you writhe under him in immense pleasure.
"so good, don't stop! right there, right there!" you whine, tangling your fingers in his hair. choso doesn't say a word, too focused on your pleasure.
he flicks his tongue in circles, making you cry out. choso raises his head and instead slides two fingers into you, making your head lean back.
he plunges his fingers in and out, curling them just enough to hit your sweet spot. he uses his free hand to continue stimulating your clit as he increases his pace, getting you closer to orgasm.
just as you're about to reach your climax, choso removes his fingers. "ch... choso. why'd you-"
you're cut off by the sound of skin hitting skin. as you look up, you realize it's choso's dick against his stomach.
he hovers over you as he reaches to get a condom from his nightstand, his cock hanging over your pussy tantalizingly.
as he stretches the condom on, he watches as your pussy clenches around nothing, inviting him in.
"gonna take such good care of you," he whispers in your ear as he slowly slides in, his tip kissing your folds. "i'm all yours, baby."
choso spreads your thighs a bit farther apart and moans as he feels you tighten around him. he hadn't looked that big when you saw his length earlier, maybe six inches or so. but now? he was stretching you out, every inch he pushed in was splitting you open so much it stung.
"too much?" he asks thoughtfully, kissing away the small tears on your cheek that you hadn't realized were there, one hand pressed to your thigh for support.
you shake your head in response and choso takes it as his sign to keep going. with one swift thrust, he bottoms out, the head of his cock reaching the spot that makes you see stars.
you cry out as he starts moving, his thrusts slow, but firm. the pitch of your voice increases, as does his pace. "that's soo perfect."
choso places a palm to your stomach, the action almost making your eyes roll to the back of your head. the sound of skin slapping is obscene, the squelch of your juices growing louder.
you're not surprised choso's a missionary kind of guy; his soft demeanor gave it away. what you weren't expecting was for him to put you into a mean mating press.
"fuck! yes, right there! yesyesyesyes!" you moan as your legs are raised high, wet strands of hair sticking to choso's forehead as the head of his cock reaches your cervix.
your back instinctively raises and you clench tight around him, making him whimper.
"do that again, please." he begs, the look on his face pathetic.
you do as he says and clench again, this time releasing a borderline pornographic moan out of him. he whimpers as his thrusts grow sloppier.
he reaches your cervix again, and you're overwhelmed by an orgasm you didn't know you were having. you groan and choso whines, resting his forehead against your chest.
the two of you breathe in tandem as you come down from your high. choso pulls out and slides the cum-filled condom off, throwing it in the small trash can next to his bed.
"you did amazing. so good, baby, lemme get you cleaned up, m'kay?" he mumurs soothingly, getting off the bed as he hops into boxers and a random pair of sweatpants.
you watch choso walk off into his bathroom and come back with a warm, damp towel.
you smile at the sight, not knowing if you should feel love-bombed or appreciative. then again, you and choso have been practically eye fucking each other for who knows how long. you knew this was bound to happen.
he wipes the remnants of your essence off your thighs and gives you one of his loose t-shirts to wear.
"i'm not sure if you should wear your underwear, they're a little ruined..." he bashfully admits.
"i don't care about that, just come sleep, idiot." you laugh as he gets under the covers and pulls you into his chest.
"goodnight, choso."
"goodnight, y/n."
except you wake up 30 minutes later to choso whispering excitedly on the phone to his younger brother. "yuji, i did it! she's sleeping next to me right now!"
you hear yuji's voice on the other side. "you dummy, why would you call me while you're in bed with her?! hang up!"
you make a sad attempt to stifle your smile.
a/n: i'm sorry i will never get used to writing smut also i strongly believe in soft dom choso ESPECIALLY when his hair is down like ugh yes
