OH MY GOD photographer H is the best thing there is, like what if you're camera shy at first but now you're accustomed to him taking candids of you all the time (you're the only model he wants to take photos of) and he's experimenting with different genres and asks to take raunchy photos of you and then he proceeds to fuck you against the table in his makeshift darkroom while he waits for the photos to develop heLP ME 😩
PLEAS E YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES THAT EVEN BETTER??? Imagining Harry having taken a million and one pictures of you by now – you’ve been together for nearly a year, and in that time he had managed to rid himself of most any other models by the third month and his sole focus is on you, in his personal life and his professional. He’s constantly taking pictures of you, and at first you’d shy away, tell him to ‘stop it, H,’ and he’d argue that he couldn’t help it, ‘there’s just no one quite as lovely as you, baby,’ he’d tell you, and he’d eventually gotten you to loosen up and you let him take as many candids as he’d like – because that’s honestly and truly what he prefers, just you existing as a person. But sometimes he’ll be in the mood to have you pose for him, and you do that just as happily, following his directions and stealing a kiss from him every time he comes to adjust your positioning.
And maybe he’s got his favorite of his cameras close by at all times, and it’s on the bedside table when he catches a glimpse of it while he’s laying with your head on his chest, on a post-sex cloud, and he’ll rub over your bare shoulder before he speaks. “D’you – would you ever lemme’ take photos ‘f you like this?” He murmurs, and you raise an eyebrow as you look up at him, because sure the idea has crossed your mind a time or two. You’ve posed for him in lingerie and he’s got a few of you with your bare breasts on display, but you know what he’s asking for is far more than any of that – he wants to capture the intimacy, not just you in your panties (although he quite enjoys that, too). You tell him yes, regardless, and he pulls you in for a kiss.
The next day is spent with you all over him and him documenting your every move with a snap on the camera. It starts with him coming down to find you making breakfast in your knickers, and he gets a photo of you from the back before he slides up behind you, and presses his lips to your neck and his hands to your hips. “Think ‘m gonna’ spend this whole day takin’ photos ‘f you,” he whispers and you grin, because it’s not the first time he’s done that, but it doesn’t happen as often as some might think, really. “Think it should be like the ones you were asking about last night,” you murmur, and he digs his fingers into your hips, and you turn around to kiss him good morning.
You end up with your knees against the kitchen tile before long, and he snaps photos of you on the way down, and then more than just a few while you’ve got him in your mouth. When he comes, you let a bit dribble onto your lower lip, and he tilts your head up to snap a picture of that, as well, your chin pinched between his thumb and forefinger, and your eyes are pretty and sparkling up at him. He’s never seen anything so sinful in his life, and he’s just immortalized the image. He does it again when you gather his cum on your fingers and suck them clean as you stare up at him, swallowing down every last drop of him.
Later, the button down of his you’ve been wearing all day ends up unbuttoned while you lounge on the couch, your head in his lap, and you’ve got your fingers dragging over the soft skin of your tummy, and he grins down as he watches you, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he aimed to capture you at the perfect angle. You smile up at him when you realize what he’s doing, and he gets a few of you laughing as you look up at him. When he reaches to cup your cunt, you gasp, and he documents it while he makes you cum around three of his fingers and you’re pulling at the white t-shirt he’s wearing as you whimper, whine, and let out the prettiest moans he’s ever heard.
The raunchiest photos he takes that day are taken in your shared bed, though, and it starts with him taking pictures of you as you strip down completely at the end of the bed. Harry asks you to stand there for a moment while he gets the perfect shot of you nude, with the night sky peering through the windows behind you, too, and you happily oblige. When he goes down on you afterwards, he passes the camera off to you, and asks you to photograph him while he makes you cum on his tongue. It’s not an easy task, considering you turn into a fucking mess any time Harry gets his obscenely talented mouth on you, but you manage, and you snap a few extra of him, with your wet around his mouth, as he hovers over you just after.
The photos that come after that are what send a chill down your spine, though – because he takes pictures of you with his fingers in your mouth, with his hands on your tits, of where his cock is buried deep inside of you, his thumb pressed against your clit, his fingers spreading your cunt, and half a dozen with his hand around your hickey covered throat. Perhaps the filthiest of them all comes after you’ve finished, though, because he’s quick to situate himself between your legs to get a few of where you’re leaking his release onto the sheets beneath you. A year ago, you’d be wary to even let someone take pictures of you in just your underwear, but Harry’s currently taking pictures of his cum dripping out of your cunt, and you let out the quietest moan at the acknowledgment alone.
That must get his attention, because he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, and sets the camera on the nightstand as he moves back up to kiss you gently, his hand cupping your cheek as you stare up at him with blown pupils. “You were so good f’me, baby. Did so well t’day. Looked so pretty,” he murmurs, and you grin as he speaks, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to hold him in place as you turn your head to press little kisses to his fingertips. “I love you so much,” he whispers, and you smile even wider. “I love you, too,” you reply, and he’s kissing you as he situates the two of you so that you’re pulled into his chest and you’re both on your sides facing each other. He gives you one last slow, gentle dicking, in that same position, before the two of you finally fall asleep.
The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed, but you don’t even have to wonder where Harry’s gone off to, because you’re certain that he’s already situated himself in his ‘darkroom’ (it’s the basement, but that’s what he’s turned it into).
You find out that you’re right when you wander down after a shower, thankful that he’s hung a black curtain between the staircase and the rest of the room, so you’re not worried that the lights will disturb his prints when you open the door. “You left me all alone in bed this morning,” you murmur, your arms wrapping around his middle much like his had you the morning before in the kitchen, and he hums, finishing the task at hand before turning to you and dropping a kiss to your lips. “Couldn’t wait t’see ‘em,” he replies, and you grin wider when he corrects the word ‘them’ to ‘you.’
There’s no telling how long he’s been down here, considering he’s already got several of the prints drying, and he drags you over to show you as much. The first one you notice is of you with your back arching up off the bed, your lips parted in a pretty ‘o’ and your eyes screwed shut, with Harry’s hand covering one of your breasts. You’ve seen plenty of porn, sure, but there’s something about seeing yourself that way and knowing that Harry took the photos that makes your entire body flush. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says, and it’s not a whispered sentiment; his voice is loud and sudden and his hand on your hip is burning against your skin, and you wrap your arms around him and lean into his side just to be closer.
“‘Re you gonna’ do anything with them?” You murmur, and he hums in thought, because you haven’t even discussed whether or not he intended to use these for a gallery show, you just said yes without a second thought. You don’t think you’d mind if he did want to use them, though. After all, it’s you and Harry, not random people, and the thought of people getting to see your love, your intimacy isn’t something you’re opposed to. “Thought about it,” he starts, and you look up at him as he speaks, and he shakes his head as he looks down at you. “Maybe two ‘r three, but I think I mostly jus’ wanna’ keep ‘em for us,” he murmurs, you smile as he leans in to kiss you again, but the kiss turns hot and needy, fucking greedy – all teeth and tongue and your hands all over each other.
You suppose that’s how he ends up fucking you against the table in his darkroom for the first time, his hand gripping your ass harshly as he fucks up into you, and you’ve got a leg hoisted around his waist, your teeth scraping over the skin of his neck to try and keep yourself quiet, but Harry tells you he wants to hear you, because he always does, so you don’t hold back after that. When you both finish, him in your mouth, you tell him you think a proper sextape should be his next project, if he’s still interested in learning more about videography. He laughs into a kiss and tells you he was thinking the same.
“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”
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This hit me today… it was being told in the Bible so many times to “remember” and then thinking “wow-seriously remember THIS. He lives in me.”
sometimes heartbreak is God’s way of redirecting your heart in the right direction… and sometimes your “loss” is actually a gain because He has something better in store for you… He always has something better in store
I never know what God is doing, and sometimes it can make me so frustrated at my situation… but EVERY TIME, and I mean every single time I look back on those situations, I end up thanking Him for doing what was best for me (even if I couldn’t see it at the time).