Photograph: Fallen Angel
Title: Photograph: Fallen Angel
Pairing: het!OnHo(Eunsook/MinHo)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut(eventually)
A/N: This is especially written for nekoppi because I really really liked the prompt she left me, and omg, when I had the story written in my head I was so excited to write it I teared up, okay. I am really proud of this one, I really really like this oneeeee!!! aaahhh!!! See, I’m even fangirling over it for no reason but I really liked where this prompt brought me as a writer, so I hope you guys like it as much as I do! So thank you, nekoppi for requesting and giving the prompt! <3
She was asleep, debauched beyond repair and just lay there in her pool of blood, her wings ripped out of her back, spread horrifically distorted beside her peaceful body. Her hair spread out like a dark halo around her head, some strands covering her pretty face. Her one arm across her stomach and the other just resting with her hand curled in a loose fist. Her body spooning on the ground. Her white dress pulled up to the tops of her thighs revealing porcelain legs, flawless. An angel. A fallen angel…
--
He gasped awake, his big dark eyes open wide as he caught his breath. He dreamt he was holding a photograph of something, but frustratingly he forgot what the photograph was. He forgot what was in the photograph. He fisted his hands on his head and screamed in frustration.
His work was in a standstill. His collection has not been started let alone complete, and just having no idea what concept of pictures he was going to showcase is the frustrating part. If writers had writer’s block, well photographers had whatever he had.
He was an international indie photographer. He is being paid by his supporters that visit the galleries he present his collections at. Never in his career was he at a standstill. The world is such a beautiful place that he should not be at a standstill anytime. But as he grumpily pushed his white blankets off his body revealing bloody red sheets, he kicked his way out of bed to get ready for yet again another day of looking for something, someone, anything to take pictures of.
He quickly ate a breakfast of toast and a cup of coffee. He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth before wearing his favorite ripped up skinnies and his white shirt underneath his almost shredded red and blue plaid top. He grabbed his ponytail to tie a little of his dark curly hair up. Looking out into the ghetto part of the suburbs of Seoul he sighed.
He grabbed his camera and took his bag of lenses, flash and film and hung his camera on his neck while his other stuff were in his backpack. He did not trust the weather, so he took all kinds of film with him. Whistling, he greeted the daughter of their landlord that always cleaned in the morning. He liked greeting her because she would always swoon over him and he indulged in the feeling of arrogance even for that little time. He obviously wasn’t popular with girls. Or guys if that counted the fact that he had a crush on his longest friend Kibum. He was what people call…bisexual.
He lived in a suburb of Seoul and it was not a big place but there were lots of secret routes that led even people that lived there their whole life into somewhere else that they haven’t been before. He found those routes every day. That day he found there was a short cut to downtown Seoul beside COEX mall. In between these two buildings at the end of town, one was a hospital and the other an executive restaurant that not many people go to because it was so freakishly expensive. He walked the alley in between the buildings and when he found it was a dead end marked by a fence, he stubbornly climbed the fence and hopped over to the other side. It was all weeds and annoying bees. But also it looked like a vast green pasture of grass so beautifully sweeping with the gentle blow of the wind. He breathed in the air and began his trek to discover where his feet brought him. Normal people would turn around and leave the mysterious place. But he went around enough to know that these places always ended up somewhere. He took a picture of the green pasture before him, the sun gleaming so brightly against everything. He hissed at it for being so bright the needle inside his camera wasn’t going down.
Not long after he started walking toward wherever his feet led him, he found a dirt track. It was narrow and a bit steep he might roll over when he slipped. But he took the path anyway. He took pictures of everything hoping that something would catch his interest and stimulate his creativity, for him to be able to actually start a new collection.
He took pictures of a dew drop almost dripping off a battered leaf. He took a picture of a flower separated from it’s stem. He also took pictures of wood, thin but thick that curled inside itself and cradling petals. He saw a squirrel shuffling on the dirt road creating a dust cloud in the air, his shutter snapped that. There were so many things he took pictures of and he knew they were supposed to be strong enough to give him inspiration but nothing was occurring to him.
He saw that soon he reached a road. He saw the word COEX clearly in the distance, so he knew his destination was going to be downtown Seoul.
--
Her hazel eyes stared blankly, her flawless skin taken perfectly in an angle that showed people her high cheekbones. Her thick lips, slightly open in a small ‘o’ that made her look so seductive. Her hand holding on to a gold necklace in her neck. Her black dress pulling to the wind’s direction. Her hair blowing gracefully along with it.
He stared up at the billboard dumbly. He wanted her. He found his muse. With a big smile spreading across his face he knew whatever he had have ended. He looked around the perfume billboard and looked for her name.
Lee Eunsook
The name was pretty and unusual. He grabbed his pen inside his bag and wrote her name on his arm and the perfume company.
Tracing his tracks from downtown Seoul back in between the restaurant and the hospital, he got excited. The girl was beautiful, so very beautiful that he had too many ideas in his head for concepts. He looked like a madman running in the green pasture, laughing happily.
Once at home, he turned on his laptop and searched for the company’s number. He grabbed his phone and dialed.
--
It was easier to get her than he thought. Just a few phone calls from the perfume company to her agency to her manager. And voilà! She’s allowed to work with him since her photoshoots were usually held late at night he could have her during the day after she’d caught up with her sleep.
A week after being permitted to work with her, she was waiting for her arrival. He didn’t know why but he felt anxious. He palms were sweaty and he cleaned his place as best he could. It wasn’t the most grandiose place but it was pretty decent. He looked around, standing in front of his door, his bed, well, not exactly bed, it was just a mattress on the floor, on the far right corner, his one love seat leaning against the windows opposite him, and his favorite photographs of his collections before. He had no kitchen nor a tv. He groaned. His flat looked like such a loser.
He didn’t really know why he worried so much, she wasn’t the first girl to enter his place, she wasn’t like a house critic or anything. He just felt nervous for her presence.
--
The doorbell buzzed and he jumped. He ran to the small lobby of the small building and saw her waiting outside with her cheeks filled with air. It was like he got punched in the stomach as all air inside him escaped his body as he gasped. She was even more beautiful in real life. Strip of make-up, her hair hanging freely on her shoulders and her back. Her long legs so perfect he wanted to just take a picture of them. Her boobs….
Snapping out of his fantasy, he controlled himself from drooling and walked as casually as he could to the doors and opened them.
She looked up at his tall figure and to his face and locked eyes with him for just a second and as if something hit her, she looked away quickly and her face turned red. He looked away awkwardly, too…why did she just turn red?
He looked down at himself, did he have an erection he didn’t know of? He didn’t(thank god) although he would have one if she had lesser clothes on. They cleared their throats at the same time and both gave a shy chuckle.
“Hello, I am Choi Minho, indie film photographer,” he held his hand out for her to shake.
“Hi, I am Lee Eunsook, model,” she smiled and, oh how his heart sped up. It was like he was having a heart attack as her soft hand shook his firmly.
--
As she sat on his loveseat, her mini skirt riding high on her thighs and as she rested her elbow on her leg her boobs were making her cleavage more pronounced as she leaned on her hand.
“So, uhm…I decided on you as a model and I wanted you here even if I still do not have an idea of what concept I want just so I can explore more of what I can do with you.” he blinked when hd said that. He wanted to kick himself. Did he just say that? Thankfully, she only smiled and nodded in understanding.
The rest of the time she was there, he just took pictures of her as they started talking. He took pictures of her as she tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. He took a picture of her face full of interest as she picked up one of his favorite photographs. He took a picture of her pouring herself a cup of coffee from his coffeemaker.
They started telling each other jokes and he found that she was really funny. As they laughed he took pictures of her. He took pictures of her when she accidentally dropped his glass vase. Her look of surprise and apology was strikingly beautiful that he had to take a picture of it. Out of the four hours that she stayed in his flat he consumed three rolls of film. Normally he would be so irritated from wasting so much, but he didn’t really mind when he wasted them with her. Her every move, her every gesture, clumsy and beautiful at the same time. He wanted to see her in every light.
When they ended the day and her manager was there to pick her up, she came up to him and hugged him. His heart beat hard against his chest he was afraid she might feel it. She only giggled with her pretty voice and rubbed his back once before turning around, gave him a flying kiss. She gave him a flying kiss. And entered her van. He stood there in a daze. What was it about her?
--
She kept going to him, for wastage of film he called it and she laughed.
“I like being here. It doesn’t feel like I’m in a cage. It doesn’t feel like there is just a set schedule for my day-to-day life. It’s like some kind of escape for me. Thanks for getting me as your model,” her voice was soft and truthful as he snapped pictures of her.
He suddenly tossed his camera on his bed and remembered something.
“Let’s go have dinner!” He grabbed her hand and led her to the street. They walked side by side, their elbows bumping the other’s.
At first being with her was so nerve racking. He was always nervous, always sweaty, and he even stuttered sometimes. After awhile, though, it was so comfortable having her around. Like if he didn’t see her for too long nothing will go right.
That night was special, it was her birthday and she seemed to have forgotten. He closed his eyes shut as she kept talking about how it was their first time to actually walk the streets and it was such a long time since she got to do that. He opened his eyes and took her hand in his.
“Minho-yah…” she said softly suddenly.
“What, noona?” He brushed off the fact that she was yet another year older than him.
“You can’t do this when people are looking, it will destroy you,” she whispered.
“Don’t worry,” he said, a twinkle in his eye as he looked down at her, “people here don’t care about these things,” he winked.
He brought her to the grandiose restaurant beside the hospital.
“Wooow!” she exclaimed as she bit down on her chicken, “The chicken here is so good!!!!” he laughed at her cuteness. He knew she loved chicken so why not bring her somewhere that had great chicken?
“Noona,” he said suddenly as she licked around her mouth.
“Mmm?” she raised her eyebrows to let him know she was listening.
“Will you be my girl?” He said and swallowed. It was easier and harder at the same time when he said it.
“It’s gonna be hard for you, though…” she wiped her mouth and hands with her napkin and sat back, looking at him in worry.
“As long as you have faith in us we’ll be fine, noona…”
After a mixture of worry and love and care in her face, she broke out a smile.
“Okay. But let’s both have faith, understand?” she held up a chicken leg bone, flicking her wrist at his direction.
He smiled widely and looked around at a waiter and nodded his head. A few moments later they were served ice cream.
“Noona,” he reached over to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, “happy birthday,” as he pulled his hand back there was a promise ring in his hand.
With a gasp she looked at him, tears stinging her eyes as he put it on her finger. It sparkled brilliantly under the chandelier of the restaurant. It looked perfect on her long finger.
They walked back to his place hand in hand, laughing at the most ridiculous things. When they entered his place she closed the door behind her. His hand, though got pulled back and his chest collided with hers.
“I want you,” she said bluntly.
He kissed her then, feeling the sweetness of the green tea ice cream they just ate and her tongue when it entered his mouth tasted like heaven, it gave him a certain high that made him feel dizzy and aroused at the same time. They kicked off their shoes and he tried his best to remove his socks without using his hands and he lifted her legs so they locked around his waist, their lips still viciously sucking on each other. She rubbed her pelvis against his crotch and he groaned into her mouth. He gently lay her down on his bed and she reached down immediately to unbuckle his pants which he kicked off eventually along with his boxers. He lifted her white dress up her thighs and higher to find she did not have underwear. He groaned at the realization. She knew he was going to break. Kissing her still, he hiked the dress up over her head to find…she really didn’t have underwear. He pulled his shirt off and pressed himself against her, his cock bumping her inner thigh.
His kisses became softer as he swiped his fingers on her pussy to find her wet already. She was so wet he led his dick inside her immediately, slowly entering her. Her pussy was so wet and tight he can’t help huffing on her neck at the sensation of being inside her. They fucked slow, the tempo fast enough but not too much, his kisses and her scratches not too harsh.
To reach both their orgasms he upped the tempo and rubbed her clit until she held onto his ass and squeezed to get him to fuck her deeper, the heat he felt in his stomach heightened and the blood on his body seemed to flush down to his cock as he groaned and came deep inside her. And just like that she came, too, her walls contracting around him, squeezing him, spasming as he watched her mouth fall open and her eyes squeeze shut from her intense high. He fell on top if her not pulling out yet as they breathed hard.
He slipped her dress back on her body and he wore his boxers before they lay together and drifted into sleep, their sex reeking around them.
--
The sun beat against his bare windows and made window patterns on his floor. He got up first and walked across the room to get his camera. He looked at her from where he stood and it came to him. He knew what his concept was going to be. He dug down on his winter collection two years before and looked for the wings that he used as props. He found them deep inside his box, battered beyond repair. Perfect.
He went across the room to her and placed the wings beside her. His shutter snapped.
--
It was the concept of a lost angel. She was found but not by the kingdom she belonged to. She was found by someone that gave her new life. That gave her new views of everything. She was set free from her cage, her beautiful face gleaming against the sun that she has never seen before, her porcelain skin contrasting with her surroundings that she called her new home.
With that concept Choi Minho earned an international award for photography with his ‘Fallen Angel’ collection. The concept picture being Lee Eunsook, the popular model from Seoul, South Korea.
--
She was asleep, debauched beyond repair, and just lay there in her pool of blood, her wings ripped out of her back, spread horrifically beside her peaceful body. Her hair spread out like a dark halo around her head, some strands covering her pretty face. Her one arm across her stomach and the other just resting with her hand curled in a loose fist. Her body spooning on the ground. Her white dress pulled up to the tops of her thighs revealing porcelain legs, flawless. An angel. A fallen angel…
Looking at that photograph of hers that earned him the award, he remembered his dream. And as he looked at his now wife, laying lazily like a rabbit as she watched tv and rubbed against the bump he caused her in her tummy, he knew that he has found his fallen angel
Pairing: het!OnHo(Eunsook/MinHo)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut(eventually)
A/N: This is especially written for nekoppi because I really really liked the prompt she left me, and omg, when I had the story written in my head I was so excited to write it I teared up, okay. I am really proud of this one, I really really like this oneeeee!!! aaahhh!!! See, I’m even fangirling over it for no reason but I really liked where this prompt brought me as a writer, so I hope you guys like it as much as I do! So thank you, nekoppi for requesting and giving the prompt! <3
She was asleep, debauched beyond repair and just lay there in her pool of blood, her wings ripped out of her back, spread horrifically distorted beside her peaceful body. Her hair spread out like a dark halo around her head, some strands covering her pretty face. Her one arm across her stomach and the other just resting with her hand curled in a loose fist. Her body spooning on the ground. Her white dress pulled up to the tops of her thighs revealing porcelain legs, flawless. An angel. A fallen angel…
--
He gasped awake, his big dark eyes open wide as he caught his breath. He dreamt he was holding a photograph of something, but frustratingly he forgot what the photograph was. He forgot what was in the photograph. He fisted his hands on his head and screamed in frustration.
His work was in a standstill. His collection has not been started let alone complete, and just having no idea what concept of pictures he was going to showcase is the frustrating part. If writers had writer’s block, well photographers had whatever he had.
He was an international indie photographer. He is being paid by his supporters that visit the galleries he present his collections at. Never in his career was he at a standstill. The world is such a beautiful place that he should not be at a standstill anytime. But as he grumpily pushed his white blankets off his body revealing bloody red sheets, he kicked his way out of bed to get ready for yet again another day of looking for something, someone, anything to take pictures of.
He quickly ate a breakfast of toast and a cup of coffee. He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth before wearing his favorite ripped up skinnies and his white shirt underneath his almost shredded red and blue plaid top. He grabbed his ponytail to tie a little of his dark curly hair up. Looking out into the ghetto part of the suburbs of Seoul he sighed.
He grabbed his camera and took his bag of lenses, flash and film and hung his camera on his neck while his other stuff were in his backpack. He did not trust the weather, so he took all kinds of film with him. Whistling, he greeted the daughter of their landlord that always cleaned in the morning. He liked greeting her because she would always swoon over him and he indulged in the feeling of arrogance even for that little time. He obviously wasn’t popular with girls. Or guys if that counted the fact that he had a crush on his longest friend Kibum. He was what people call…bisexual.
He lived in a suburb of Seoul and it was not a big place but there were lots of secret routes that led even people that lived there their whole life into somewhere else that they haven’t been before. He found those routes every day. That day he found there was a short cut to downtown Seoul beside COEX mall. In between these two buildings at the end of town, one was a hospital and the other an executive restaurant that not many people go to because it was so freakishly expensive. He walked the alley in between the buildings and when he found it was a dead end marked by a fence, he stubbornly climbed the fence and hopped over to the other side. It was all weeds and annoying bees. But also it looked like a vast green pasture of grass so beautifully sweeping with the gentle blow of the wind. He breathed in the air and began his trek to discover where his feet brought him. Normal people would turn around and leave the mysterious place. But he went around enough to know that these places always ended up somewhere. He took a picture of the green pasture before him, the sun gleaming so brightly against everything. He hissed at it for being so bright the needle inside his camera wasn’t going down.
Not long after he started walking toward wherever his feet led him, he found a dirt track. It was narrow and a bit steep he might roll over when he slipped. But he took the path anyway. He took pictures of everything hoping that something would catch his interest and stimulate his creativity, for him to be able to actually start a new collection.
He took pictures of a dew drop almost dripping off a battered leaf. He took a picture of a flower separated from it’s stem. He also took pictures of wood, thin but thick that curled inside itself and cradling petals. He saw a squirrel shuffling on the dirt road creating a dust cloud in the air, his shutter snapped that. There were so many things he took pictures of and he knew they were supposed to be strong enough to give him inspiration but nothing was occurring to him.
He saw that soon he reached a road. He saw the word COEX clearly in the distance, so he knew his destination was going to be downtown Seoul.
--
Her hazel eyes stared blankly, her flawless skin taken perfectly in an angle that showed people her high cheekbones. Her thick lips, slightly open in a small ‘o’ that made her look so seductive. Her hand holding on to a gold necklace in her neck. Her black dress pulling to the wind’s direction. Her hair blowing gracefully along with it.
He stared up at the billboard dumbly. He wanted her. He found his muse. With a big smile spreading across his face he knew whatever he had have ended. He looked around the perfume billboard and looked for her name.
Lee Eunsook
The name was pretty and unusual. He grabbed his pen inside his bag and wrote her name on his arm and the perfume company.
Tracing his tracks from downtown Seoul back in between the restaurant and the hospital, he got excited. The girl was beautiful, so very beautiful that he had too many ideas in his head for concepts. He looked like a madman running in the green pasture, laughing happily.
Once at home, he turned on his laptop and searched for the company’s number. He grabbed his phone and dialed.
--
It was easier to get her than he thought. Just a few phone calls from the perfume company to her agency to her manager. And voilà! She’s allowed to work with him since her photoshoots were usually held late at night he could have her during the day after she’d caught up with her sleep.
A week after being permitted to work with her, she was waiting for her arrival. He didn’t know why but he felt anxious. He palms were sweaty and he cleaned his place as best he could. It wasn’t the most grandiose place but it was pretty decent. He looked around, standing in front of his door, his bed, well, not exactly bed, it was just a mattress on the floor, on the far right corner, his one love seat leaning against the windows opposite him, and his favorite photographs of his collections before. He had no kitchen nor a tv. He groaned. His flat looked like such a loser.
He didn’t really know why he worried so much, she wasn’t the first girl to enter his place, she wasn’t like a house critic or anything. He just felt nervous for her presence.
--
The doorbell buzzed and he jumped. He ran to the small lobby of the small building and saw her waiting outside with her cheeks filled with air. It was like he got punched in the stomach as all air inside him escaped his body as he gasped. She was even more beautiful in real life. Strip of make-up, her hair hanging freely on her shoulders and her back. Her long legs so perfect he wanted to just take a picture of them. Her boobs….
Snapping out of his fantasy, he controlled himself from drooling and walked as casually as he could to the doors and opened them.
She looked up at his tall figure and to his face and locked eyes with him for just a second and as if something hit her, she looked away quickly and her face turned red. He looked away awkwardly, too…why did she just turn red?
He looked down at himself, did he have an erection he didn’t know of? He didn’t(thank god) although he would have one if she had lesser clothes on. They cleared their throats at the same time and both gave a shy chuckle.
“Hello, I am Choi Minho, indie film photographer,” he held his hand out for her to shake.
“Hi, I am Lee Eunsook, model,” she smiled and, oh how his heart sped up. It was like he was having a heart attack as her soft hand shook his firmly.
--
As she sat on his loveseat, her mini skirt riding high on her thighs and as she rested her elbow on her leg her boobs were making her cleavage more pronounced as she leaned on her hand.
“So, uhm…I decided on you as a model and I wanted you here even if I still do not have an idea of what concept I want just so I can explore more of what I can do with you.” he blinked when hd said that. He wanted to kick himself. Did he just say that? Thankfully, she only smiled and nodded in understanding.
The rest of the time she was there, he just took pictures of her as they started talking. He took pictures of her as she tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. He took a picture of her face full of interest as she picked up one of his favorite photographs. He took a picture of her pouring herself a cup of coffee from his coffeemaker.
They started telling each other jokes and he found that she was really funny. As they laughed he took pictures of her. He took pictures of her when she accidentally dropped his glass vase. Her look of surprise and apology was strikingly beautiful that he had to take a picture of it. Out of the four hours that she stayed in his flat he consumed three rolls of film. Normally he would be so irritated from wasting so much, but he didn’t really mind when he wasted them with her. Her every move, her every gesture, clumsy and beautiful at the same time. He wanted to see her in every light.
When they ended the day and her manager was there to pick her up, she came up to him and hugged him. His heart beat hard against his chest he was afraid she might feel it. She only giggled with her pretty voice and rubbed his back once before turning around, gave him a flying kiss. She gave him a flying kiss. And entered her van. He stood there in a daze. What was it about her?
--
She kept going to him, for wastage of film he called it and she laughed.
“I like being here. It doesn’t feel like I’m in a cage. It doesn’t feel like there is just a set schedule for my day-to-day life. It’s like some kind of escape for me. Thanks for getting me as your model,” her voice was soft and truthful as he snapped pictures of her.
He suddenly tossed his camera on his bed and remembered something.
“Let’s go have dinner!” He grabbed her hand and led her to the street. They walked side by side, their elbows bumping the other’s.
At first being with her was so nerve racking. He was always nervous, always sweaty, and he even stuttered sometimes. After awhile, though, it was so comfortable having her around. Like if he didn’t see her for too long nothing will go right.
That night was special, it was her birthday and she seemed to have forgotten. He closed his eyes shut as she kept talking about how it was their first time to actually walk the streets and it was such a long time since she got to do that. He opened his eyes and took her hand in his.
“Minho-yah…” she said softly suddenly.
“What, noona?” He brushed off the fact that she was yet another year older than him.
“You can’t do this when people are looking, it will destroy you,” she whispered.
“Don’t worry,” he said, a twinkle in his eye as he looked down at her, “people here don’t care about these things,” he winked.
He brought her to the grandiose restaurant beside the hospital.
“Wooow!” she exclaimed as she bit down on her chicken, “The chicken here is so good!!!!” he laughed at her cuteness. He knew she loved chicken so why not bring her somewhere that had great chicken?
“Noona,” he said suddenly as she licked around her mouth.
“Mmm?” she raised her eyebrows to let him know she was listening.
“Will you be my girl?” He said and swallowed. It was easier and harder at the same time when he said it.
“It’s gonna be hard for you, though…” she wiped her mouth and hands with her napkin and sat back, looking at him in worry.
“As long as you have faith in us we’ll be fine, noona…”
After a mixture of worry and love and care in her face, she broke out a smile.
“Okay. But let’s both have faith, understand?” she held up a chicken leg bone, flicking her wrist at his direction.
He smiled widely and looked around at a waiter and nodded his head. A few moments later they were served ice cream.
“Noona,” he reached over to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, “happy birthday,” as he pulled his hand back there was a promise ring in his hand.
With a gasp she looked at him, tears stinging her eyes as he put it on her finger. It sparkled brilliantly under the chandelier of the restaurant. It looked perfect on her long finger.
They walked back to his place hand in hand, laughing at the most ridiculous things. When they entered his place she closed the door behind her. His hand, though got pulled back and his chest collided with hers.
“I want you,” she said bluntly.
He kissed her then, feeling the sweetness of the green tea ice cream they just ate and her tongue when it entered his mouth tasted like heaven, it gave him a certain high that made him feel dizzy and aroused at the same time. They kicked off their shoes and he tried his best to remove his socks without using his hands and he lifted her legs so they locked around his waist, their lips still viciously sucking on each other. She rubbed her pelvis against his crotch and he groaned into her mouth. He gently lay her down on his bed and she reached down immediately to unbuckle his pants which he kicked off eventually along with his boxers. He lifted her white dress up her thighs and higher to find she did not have underwear. He groaned at the realization. She knew he was going to break. Kissing her still, he hiked the dress up over her head to find…she really didn’t have underwear. He pulled his shirt off and pressed himself against her, his cock bumping her inner thigh.
His kisses became softer as he swiped his fingers on her pussy to find her wet already. She was so wet he led his dick inside her immediately, slowly entering her. Her pussy was so wet and tight he can’t help huffing on her neck at the sensation of being inside her. They fucked slow, the tempo fast enough but not too much, his kisses and her scratches not too harsh.
To reach both their orgasms he upped the tempo and rubbed her clit until she held onto his ass and squeezed to get him to fuck her deeper, the heat he felt in his stomach heightened and the blood on his body seemed to flush down to his cock as he groaned and came deep inside her. And just like that she came, too, her walls contracting around him, squeezing him, spasming as he watched her mouth fall open and her eyes squeeze shut from her intense high. He fell on top if her not pulling out yet as they breathed hard.
He slipped her dress back on her body and he wore his boxers before they lay together and drifted into sleep, their sex reeking around them.
--
The sun beat against his bare windows and made window patterns on his floor. He got up first and walked across the room to get his camera. He looked at her from where he stood and it came to him. He knew what his concept was going to be. He dug down on his winter collection two years before and looked for the wings that he used as props. He found them deep inside his box, battered beyond repair. Perfect.
He went across the room to her and placed the wings beside her. His shutter snapped.
--
It was the concept of a lost angel. She was found but not by the kingdom she belonged to. She was found by someone that gave her new life. That gave her new views of everything. She was set free from her cage, her beautiful face gleaming against the sun that she has never seen before, her porcelain skin contrasting with her surroundings that she called her new home.
With that concept Choi Minho earned an international award for photography with his ‘Fallen Angel’ collection. The concept picture being Lee Eunsook, the popular model from Seoul, South Korea.
--
She was asleep, debauched beyond repair, and just lay there in her pool of blood, her wings ripped out of her back, spread horrifically beside her peaceful body. Her hair spread out like a dark halo around her head, some strands covering her pretty face. Her one arm across her stomach and the other just resting with her hand curled in a loose fist. Her body spooning on the ground. Her white dress pulled up to the tops of her thighs revealing porcelain legs, flawless. An angel. A fallen angel…
Looking at that photograph of hers that earned him the award, he remembered his dream. And as he looked at his now wife, laying lazily like a rabbit as she watched tv and rubbed against the bump he caused her in her tummy, he knew that he has found his fallen angel