#model jongin

The sheets tangle with his body, pillows cradling his head as you find the perfect angle – the perfect shot; but you know that these photos will never do him justice, never truly capture the beauty of Jongin exactly. He’s like the moon shining on a clear night sky, you can take a photo but it’s only an image of the magnificent sight before you. Click, Jongin arches his back, moving position and parting his plump lips as he watches you work. Click, the book covers the bottom half of his face, almond-shaped eyes dancing with the thoughts that run in his head as you changed the tone of the lighting.

He made a good choice getting you this job, giving you the opportunity to do what you loved and he got the added perk of watching you work – being the object that you capture.

There’s a call for a break, the lights being turned on and you take a moment to let your sight adjust to the intrusion of brightness that overtakes the room. You let out the deep breath that you didn’t realise you were holding while you watch Jongin sit up and smile at you; stylists and make-up artists rush to his side, all eager to touch up his appearance but Jongin waves a hand dismissively, not caring about his messy hair or how his nose might be too shiny. He wants to congratulate you, tell you he’s proud of you because he’s never been so enamoured by someone until he saw you at work.

Ignoring those around him, Jongin gently grips your chin between his fingers and brings your gaze to his. “Do you know how proud Daddy is of you, baby girl?” You blush, cheeks heating up as he speaks so casually, without fear of those around you. “What? Can I not tell my baby how happy she made me, letting me watch her work and having her in control?”

“Bu-but,” your eyes move to the stylist watching the interaction from her seat, “people are staring.” Jongin shrugs, moving his hand to caress your cheek; you instinctively turn your face into his touch, closing your eyes momentarily and feeling safer. You compose yourself, eyes shining brightly as a warm smile spreads over your lips, “thank you Daddy, I have everything I’ve ever wanted because you are so good to me.”

He loves hearing you say those words, the way your lips look when you say them captivates him, the way you sigh it, moan it – you seriously have no clue about the effect you have over him. You’ve had Jongin wrapped around your little finger from the moment he saw you, the relationship being nothing more than a mutual partnership in the beginning but over the years, it deepened to something close to what Jongin would call love.

You were fresh out of college and struggling to pay off student loans, working as an assistant at one of Jongin’s photoshoots and he took to you like a moth to a flame. He needed someone to take to the Gucci cruise that year and offered to pay you for your assistance; you were reluctant at first, Jongin was not only seven years your senior, Gucci’s ambassador and a national treasure but he was also an Adonis. Nearing thirty didn’t take away any ounce of the sex appeal that Jongin held in his youth, it added to it; he had women of all ages vying for his attention and there he was, asking you to be his date.

Though, one date turned to three and next thing you knew, Jongin had paid off your student loans and taken you around the world.

“Be a good girl for Daddy,” he whispers in your ear, smirk playing on his lips as he thinks about new things to try in the bedroom, “and bring your camera home tonight. Don’t leave it at the office, I want us to have some fun with it.” Your eyes widen, Jongin winking before heading towards the changing room as the director calls for the final set.

Ideas run through your mind as to what Jongin could possibly want to do tonight and you find yourself getting excited by what you come up with.

A private photoshoot.

The words sound so sinful as they fall off his lips; Jongin smirks at the idea, pleased with himself as he sees your stunned expression. He wants to reward you for your hard work today, he wants you to capture him in ways that only your eyes can see and most of all, Jongin wants to snap shots of you two doing the naughty things that he was imaging while lying on that bed this afternoon.

“Daddy,” you lick you lips, unable to look away as Jongin undresses, “what if I lose them? I don’t want someone else seeing you like this.” You pout, unpacking your gear and getting set up regardless.

His body is sculpted to perfection, his proportions make anyone envious. His thick brown locks messily falling in his chocolate brown eyes, strong nose, plump lips and a sharp jawline makes you wonder if Jongin was created by Gods. He’s proud of his body, keeping himself fit but not bulky gives Jongin a lean figure, golden skin pulled taut over toned muscles; long legs with strong thighs, a cute, tight ass and you swallow thickly as your eyes fall onto his cock.

Jongin isn’t overly long, you would think that he was just over average but his girth and how he used his hips makes sex with him an experience every single time. The head is a pretty pink, matching the shade of his lips and a pearl of precum leaks from the slit; you feel your mouth water, normally Jongin would have you kneel before him, sucking him before he returns the favour but tonight, he has something else in mind.

“You’re in charge,” he watches you check the lighting, making sure you’ll have the right exposure and that the flash isn’t too bright.

You nod, pointing to the bed and instructing Jongin to lie down, “stroke yourself for me, please Daddy.” Even though he tells you to be in charge, you know that Jongin truly runs the show tonight but you’ll do anything to make him happy.

With cock in hand, Jongin begins to stroke himself slowly, getting into character and feeling the rush of excitement in his veins as you move a little closer. You snap a few close ups, his eyes fluttering closed with lashes splayed on his cheeks, parted lips with pearly white teeth showing, his two moles and tense stomach and finally, his hand stroking his firm cock; the shutter of the lens, the thought of you staring at these when he’s away on long shoots and hearing nothing other than your movements make Jongin shiver.

His sugar babies haven’t lasted long in the past but you, you’re one he intends to keep. So obedient, so beautiful, you are perfect in ways Jongin can’t even begin to explain but this confirms that he doesn’t want to let his baby girl go.

He can spoil you, give you the nicest of everything you ever ask for and take you on around the world but you’ve never once faked it for him. You’ll do anything he asks, not out of obligation but because you truly feel something for him; something you can’t say aloud but Jongin knows it because he feels it too.

You feel the heat in your loins as Jongin’s breathing grows heavier, his orgasm approaching as you continue your private shoot. You whine, lowering your camera as you rub your thighs together for friction, suddenly upset that your Daddy is paying more attention to his own desire rather than you. “Play with me~” You catch his attention and get the exact look you want.

His eyes are dark, hooded and wanting as he stops what he’s doing to sit up and indicate for you to go over to him. You quickly place the camera on the tripod, grabbing the wireless remote and rushing to stand between his spread legs that are now hanging over the side of the bed. “You want Daddy to play with you, princess?” His voice is husky, thick with desire as large hands rest on your waist. “Did you feel a little left out?” You pout, nodding your head and the image of you causes Jongin to groan.

He slowly begins to undress you, taking care in placing your clothes neatly beside him before removing the next item. He takes a moment to admire you in the lingerie that he chose for you this morning, the lacy pink set matching the cute pout still prominent on your lips; he pulls you closer, kissing the top of your breasts before kissing your lips. You straddle his hips, Jongin gently prying the shutter remote from your hands as you tightly wind your legs and arms around him.

You grind on him, feeling him so close to where you want him but frustratingly separated by the thin material of your panties. Heated kisses, tongues dancing as hands touch every inch of uncovered skin; Jongin makes your temperature rise to the point that the warm air around you is cool on your sensitive skin.

He wants to indulge in you, suffering through a day of not touching you to keep up professional appearances is something Jongin isn’t used to; he’s always been able to kiss you, touch you, be however he wants with you in public but he got you this job, he knew how much you wanted this opportunity even if he could provide you with a comfortable life and he wasn’t going to risk it.

His fingers glide down your ribs, over your hips and between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed clit; you moan, rolling your head back and letting Jongin suckle upon the unblemished skin of your neck. “Daddy,” he feels the words against his lips as they leave your throat, “I want you inside me.” With little effort, Jongin rips your panties and chuckles as you startle from the way the material is torn from your body.

“Don’t worry,” he gazes down at your exposed sex, eager to welcome him as he lines his cock up with your entrance, “I’ll buy you another set tomorrow, a treat for my baby girl.”

You sigh, the stretch feeling so good after such a busy, stressful day. “You spoil me, Daddy. You are so good to me, I’m so lucky to have you.” He groans, controlling your hips and keeping a steady pace as his lips reattach to your skin, littering you with pink marks and relishing in how well you take him. No matter how much he fucks you, no matter how soft or rough he can be, you always take him perfectly.

Being so close to his release earlier, Jongin knows he’s not going to last long so he thumbs your clit, focusing more on your pleasure rather than the speed. You writhe against him, the word daddy falling off your bitten lips like a sweet mantra as you feel the pressure build inside you; his breath hot against your skin, hair tickling your cheeks as you rest your head on his shoulder and whine as it gets closer.

“Say my name, baby girl,” you whimper it softly, your hips moving on their own as you desperately race for release, “no, say Daddy’s real name.”

You would be shocked by his request if you weren’t so focused on your orgasm. “Please, Jongin, let me cum.” You beg, enjoying the growl that rumbles through his chest as his hands hold your hips tightly and he begins to fuck you the way you enjoy.

Mercilessly.

As much as you love it when Jongin pampers you, how he shows his affection for you through small gifts and actions, you love when he fucks you so hard that it leaves you bruised, the feel of him imprinted on your skin for days to come.

“Fuck,” he grunts, hips stuttering as he cums, holding your hips down and feeling your walls milk him dry as you whisper his name repeatedly.

Looking up at your blissed-out face, Jongin feels around for the remote and the sound of the shutter causes your eyes to open slowly; he’s always wanted to be on the other end, taking your picture and admiring your beauty through the lens and now he can. He slides out slowly before helping you rest on the large, soft pillows; he moves you into the position he wants before heading for the camera, your eyes glazed over but watching.

One arm is stretched out, head surrounded by pillows while the other arm is resting over your breasts; one of your legs is tucked over the other and your eyes are trained on Jongin. He snaps a photo, looking at it with a smile before lifting the camera to his eyes once more; he tries different angles, instructing you to look at him the whole time and he loves every moment.