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Picturesque Undressed - Viviz/Gfriend Umji

18+ Umji x Male Reader smut

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Five years—not that any of them would know it. Five years since you were hired as a student photographer and freelancer to shoot promotional pictures for Gfriend. You’ve been a fan ever since, and when the opportunity arose to work with both Cosmopolitan and Viviz on a promo shoot, you snatched at the chance. Although you understood that your pictures wouldn’t make the editorial, you had the opportunity to place these three girls in your viewfinder yet again, always amazed by the view you would find. It may only be half of the group you remember, but it’s three more than you had seen in a long time.

The shoot had just ended, much to the relief of all the staff and the final solo shoot model: Umji. You take a seat and scroll through the pictures you took—some of these will be great behind-the-scenes shots. If any of these three girls have changed the most over the past few years—it’s the maknae. Gone is the shy nineteen-year-old who teased her unnies for years, replaced by a confident young woman who deployed an arsenal of sultry gazes throughout the shoot.

You flick to the first shot of Umji’s solo shoot.

Taking an attractive photo of Umji as she posed with pouted lips was maybe the easiest snap of your life. Under the studio lighting, her complexion glowed, every detail of her soft skin highlighted. Her eyes, in particular, seemed to captivate everyone in the room; the white eyeliner enhanced one of her best features. The exposed shoulder and collarbone demanded equal attention as the striped shirt clung to one shoulder but fell completely off the other.

You flick quickly past the one with her exposed back for fear of becoming far too excited. You recall taking the photo; focusing on such a simple task for you became so tricky under the distraction of her bare back and exposed legs. The legs you avoided photographing because, with those images saved, it would become infinitely more difficult to hand the company camera back.

The final picture you took as the shoot came to a close. The main photographer had called an end to the shoot. In an instant, Umji looked towards you, you met her eyes, and she met your lens as you clicked and the shutter snapped. Now you sit here at stare at the result. Through the image, the stunning girl looks back at you as if staring into your soul. You start to feel a little hot under the collar, your cheeks burn, and you fidget in your seat.

The uncomfortable feeling peaks as the top of your peripheral vision is filled with two bare legs stepping toward you until they come to a stop. You look up from the camera, away from Umji’s stare, only to be replaced again by Umji’s stare—except this one is real, and she is smirking at you.

"I look good there, don't I?" Umji asks with bravado. Her confidence stuns you for a moment, but after a shoot like that, she must feel good about herself.

Though her comment didn't need a reply, you struggled to find one for a few flustered seconds until Umji continued, "walk with me for a moment. I'd like to see the rest."

Umji places her delicate fingers on your wrist and guides you to your feet. She lets go and strolls ahead of you, her half-exposed ass swaying as she walks, with the patterned one-piece hugging the tense muscle. If there's one place, in particular, that girl had developed the most—it's her ass and legs. Her workout schedule must have blessed her body with some of the tightest features you had ever seen; her ass is so firm you could bounce a quarter off it.

Under the trance of her body, you blindly follow the young woman down a brightly lit, white corridor until you reach a changing room door, which Umji opens and steps aside to let you in. You walk by without hesitation into the square room with four white walls. Umji closes the door behind the pair of you, followed by the sound of a soft click.

The changing room was decidedly bare with only the essentials: a long desk lining the left side of the room covered with assorted make-up and hair tools; a small table in the centre of the room with drinks, snacks and what you assumed to be Umji's handbag; and in the far right corner is a black leather corner sofa.

Umji breezes past you and reaches the desk, perching herself before turning back to you. "Show me the one you were staring at before I interrupted you.”

You look down at the camera in your right hand, the screen still illuminated with the shot of Umji. You outstretch your arm, presenting the camera to her, which she dutifully accepts. “Wow, I look good; you take good photos. This one is intense. It's like I was staring at you—and maybe I was.”

“I was always told I have an eye for beauty.” It's a cliche comment for a photographer and one you had heard several times, but you bite your tongue, realising the flirtatious subtext of your comments.

She smiles and quickly flicks through the pictures as if looking for something. The gallery won’t move any further. She looks at you and scowls with disappointment.

“All these photos, and you didn’t take a single shot of my body in this outfit?”

“I um—I didn’t want to—”

“What? Am I not hot enough?”

“It’s just that I have to keep it professional.”

“You can take professional full-body shots. I guess you just don’t like my legs, whatever.”

“No, no, you’re so fucking hot I just—” You bite your tongue for the second time in succession before letting your mouth fall open. Your breath hitches, and no words come out. You feel the colour drain from your cheeks and freeze as cold as ice in embarrassment.

“If I’m so fucking hot, why didn’t you take any sexier pictures?” She leans against the desk behind her, stretching out her slender body.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say—”

“So I’m not hot?” Fuck. She has you stuck between a rock and a hard place. Either admit your attraction and risk coming across as a pervert or deny it and insult her. The next ten seconds seemed to last ten minutes. With Umji now leaning against the desk, you could see your own face in the mirror behind her, as white as a sheet and as if you had just seen a ghost.

She lets you marinate in your thoughts for a moment. Clearly enjoying watching the gears turn inside your head as you searched for a professional response.

Then she offers you the cruellest lifeline. It’s not a way out or a respite from your situation; she just pushes you in one direction. “You can tell me. You already said it once.”

You swallow non-existent saliva like razor blades.

“You are hot.”

“Nuh-uh. That’s not what you said.”

“You’re so fucking hot.”

“There we go. Now take a hot picture of me, will you?” Umji had become so much more confident in her body, and taking it in now, you understand why. Not only had she matured, but she had worked hard on toning her body. Her thighs are slightly muscular but still soft enough to melt between your fingers, the thought of which runs through your mind endlessly.

“An actual picture, not a mental one,” she says, making you realise she has been holding the camera for you to take.

“That is a company camera. I can’t risk taking pictures here with this.”

“Here then.” Umji places your camera down on the desk and then turns and bends forward to reach down into her bag of belongings on the table. She fishes out a polaroid camera. “Make it a good one.”

She turns and places the palm of her right hand on the desk. You pull the camera up to your eye and drop to one knee for a better angle. She leans forward, pushing her ass out towards you. Her knees meet, but there is just a tiny gap between her tasty thighs. Her back dips and arches, pushing her ass into the air and flexing its full shape. Umji looks over her bare right shoulder, placing her left index finger into her mouth, just between her teeth, where she bites lightly. She lets her full lips rest against her digit, slightly separated from each other by the obstruction. Again she glares at you with sultry seduction. Perfect.

You push lightly with your finger, eliciting a loud snap from the camera followed by a whirring. Umji turns and removes the photo from the front of the camera.

She holds it in front of her face. “Wow, you’re good. I do look so fucking hot here.” She imitates your voice again.

“Please, you made it easy.”

She turns back to the desk, doing something you can’t quite see. “Take a seat,” Umji says, tilting her head towards the corner sofa against the far wall. You sit down facing her and place the camera on the other side of the couch.

Umji saunters towards you, swaying her body with each step; her full thighs jiggle a little with each step. “Fifteen minutes.” A blunt statement you don’t fully understand and you reply with a puzzled expression.

“We have fifteen minutes until someone comes and knocks on that door,” she clarifies.

“Let’s not waste another second, then.”

“Let’s not.” Umji concurs. She grabs you by the shirt, pushing you to the side, so you’re now laid flat on the sofa. Her hand releases your shirt but remains against your chest. Slowly, she snakes her hand down your torso until she makes contact with your tight trousers.

“You enjoyed taking that photo a little more than the rest. It must be so tight under there. Let’s help you out.”

You reach for your leather belt, excitement takes control, and begin to unbuckle the cold metal until Umji stops you. “Ah ah. I said let me.” She throws you a serious look, halting your movements.

Umji resumes what you began. Unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped—she quickly pulls down your trousers and underwear in one motion. Umji stops at your thighs and looks at your freshly exposed, erect cock for a moment, and smiles before continuing her action and pulling your clothes free of your legs.

Suddenly you're exposed to the cool air as your cock stands at full mast poking into the air but not for long as the cover of your trousers is replaced by the warm mouth of Umji. With one hand resting on your stomach and one holding one of your thighs, Umji rests for a moment with your cock filling her mouth.

She plays gracefully with her tongue around your length, swishing it from side to side, brushing over your cock. Umji swirls the tip of her wet muscle around the head of your cock with playful freedom. Your eyes flutter uncontrollably as pleasure shoots around your body from her playful teasing.

"Yes Umji, that's it." You grunt quietly to encourage her.

Umji slides her hand from your stomach down to the base of your cock. She wraps her thumb and forefinger around it and rubs slowly, matching the small movements with her mouth. She slides your length in and out of her wet cavity and covers your entire cock in her saliva.

Umji suddenly sucks hard, making you twitch before sliding her head completely away from your cock with a small pop as her lips leave your body.

"That's good enough," Umji says while smiling to herself and admiring her work. As much as you didn’t want her to stop, you thought better of interrupting her as she moved with purpose, finally discarding the shirt that had hung loosely on her arms.

With both hands on the back of the sofa, Umji lowers her body onto yours, and your slick cock slides between her bare thighs—the whole time, her head is turned towards you, watching as your face contorts in pleasure. The soft flesh of her thighs embraces your cock in a gentle hold, the pressure isn’t intense, but there’s just enough friction on your sensitive tip to send small jolts of pleasure through your body. You effortlessly slip in and out of the small gap between her thighs as she slowly shifts her body on top of you.

“The camera,” Umji says as she raises a hand behind her head. “Take one now.”

You reach out behind you, and as you lay your hand on the camera, you hesitate as Umji sinks again around your cock. You grip the metal frame and tense your whole body as she descends, eliciting a laugh from Umji. The control clearly made her feel good.

“How’s this angle?”

You pull the camera up to one eye, close the other, and then centre the view onto the posing Umji, who leans her upper body away, exposing more of her thigh and ass to you. “Keep still… It’s hard—to take… a picture,” you say between sharp breaths as she rocks her body.

From maybe the most effortless photo of your life with Umji bent over the desk to the most difficult as you try to maintain focus while her petite body rubs your sensitive cock. Her pillowy flesh squeezes your length, making it increasingly difficult to take a photo. Somehow, some way, you find enough focus to quickly take a photo of her before succumbing to the pleasure and dropping the camera back onto the couch.

Umji continually rises and drops her right leg on you, holding the left in place. Each time she goes up, pulling your stiff cock down and trapping the head between her thighs before rubbing back down on your cock. Her movements have caused the fabric of her one-piece suit to ride up between her legs, exposing all of her ass and being worn like a thong. The view here was almost perfect. Everything which attracted you to this young woman is on show, from her athletic legs, her toned stomach and her deceptively full ass all the way up to her stunning face.

There is one image left that you can’t quite formulate in your head, and you need to see it for real: this young woman's expression as she impales herself on your cock.

“How long left? Five minutes?”

“Maybe ten, give or take a couple,” Umji replies.

“Then fuck me. I want you.”

Umji’s mouth opens slightly as she takes in your words, clearly a little surprised by the desperate undertone in your voice.

“Oh, you must want me bad. Really bad.”

The voice in your head calls out and reprimands you. You’re supposed to play it cool. Don’t be so needy; you’ll look desperate. For better or worse, your brain shouted at a brick wall; the mind had conceded to the needs of the cock.

“We don’t have long, and I want to see your pretty face when you cum.”

Umji slides your cock out of her pre-cum-covered thighs and then opens her legs and repositions, so one sits on either side of your body and your stiff cock presses against her abs. “I can show you that. Now lay there like a good toy and let me ride your cock until I cum.” With each passing second, it seems that Umji’s confidence grows, and she is intent on putting on a show for you. One at a time, Umji slides the straps of her one piece over each shoulder, then lifts her hands out of the fabric and pulls the patterned cloth down her torso to expose her chest.

“You’re even hotter than I ever imagined.”

The mounds aren’t large, but they’re perky, enough to cup in your hands. Her hard nipples poke into the palm of your hand as you take hold—the soft flesh moulding to the shape of your grasp. A slight whine of approval escapes her parsed lips, encouraging you to play a little rougher—a tug and a rub eliciting similar, louder responses.

“Do you think about me a lot? I bet the only reason you’re here today is to stare at me and think about me riding your cock. Well, today’s your lucky day.”

With her eyes closed and her head thrown back, Umji lifts her body and suspends her crotch over yours. A hooked finger does the job, pulling the bottom of her one-piece to the side, and it exposes her glistening slit. The soft skin of her folds glimmering right above your equally slick cock.

You take your hand to your cock, with a finger and thumb at the base. You swish it like a wand against her pussy, casting the spell to open her folds to accept you inside. Up and down, you tease, probing inside her folds. Each time you slide down towards the wanton hole, she inhales in anticipation and exhales the air in a soft moan when you push against her swollen clit.

“Stop fucking around and put it in me. We don’t have time to waste.”

Umji re-assumes her control, placing her hand on top of yours and wrestling control of your cock. She pushes it down, placing it against where she wants it the most. She sinks her whole body in a swift motion. Your stiff cock slides into her, pushing out her walls and filling her up.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big!” Umji’s mouth falls open wide, an expression halfway between shock and ecstasy. She slowly releases her body weight onto you, allowing herself to sink completely down and embracing all of your cock inside her. Resting, Umji appears to be acclimatising to the sensations inside her, but you don’t allow her the opportunity to relax. You use your core to buck your hips upwards, catching her by surprise as she unwittingly lets a short moan escape.

“Ya! I’m the one fucking you here. Let me use you.”

Umji places both of her hands on your chest, her soft fingers resting on your shoulders as if pacifying you. With furrowed brows and fierce eyes filled with determination, she sets the pace, slowly riding your length. Her hips roll to a sensual rhythm as if savouring every movement inside her tight cunt. Her tense walls push and pull on your cock with every motion designed to draw pleasure from you.

The bobbing breasts above you come closer to your face as Umji leans forward, tantalisingly close to your mouth but just out of reach as your shoulders remain pinned to the couch. “Oh yes. Yes. Yes! This is amazing.” A breathy tone to her words. Her pace increases as she chases her desire to cover your cock in cum.

After placing a hand on each of her hips, you buck up again into her with a little force and authority. Umji’s hands slip from your body and onto the sofa. Her head falls into the crook of your neck, and her black locks fall over your face, filling your nose with a mixture of lemon shampoo and lilac perfume—an unusual combination, but you wouldn’t change it for anything else right now.

“Fuck me! Go on!” She shouts into your neck, the vibrations of her words radiating through you and tingling your skin. Faster now, you pump up into her pussy that remains suspended above your cock, with your lower body leaving the couch each time you fill her tight hole.

“That’s it, right there! Harder!” You match each thrust with a push down on her slim hips, forcing her to meet your cock with more force. A series of whiny moans flow into your ears as you fuck her into what you assume to be her orgasm. Her whines hit a climax, so you can only think she did too. The tightening pussy around your cock confirms your thoughts.

With all of Umji’s energy committed to the sensations inside her tight cunt, she is powerless to stop you from taking complete control, and you lift yourself from the couch, placing her in your old spot. You take a moment to admire the hot mess beneath you. Strands of her hair have stuck to the side of her face and forehead. Her cheeks are flush with colour. Her chest and stomach heave as they draw oxygen in through her mouth, which seems frozen in a permanent smile.

You look down at the thin strip of fabric pushed to the side of the slick pussy between her spread legs. Accidents can happen. You take the material in each hand and pull it apart at the seam with a loud tear. “What was that? What are you—?” You interrupt her by sliding into her with a hard push, planting yourself inside her again. A loud gasp and the words: “Ah! Fuck!”. And with that, you’re back to fucking her with such ravenous energy that everything else which follows from her mouth is saliva-muffled syllables that don’t resemble any words of the languages you know.

With her mind orgasmed into mush, everything Umji did from here on out was contradicting. She screamed out as if wanting the whole building to hear, but she sunk her teeth into her lip to stifle the moans. Her hands flail loosely against your chest, bracing against your body weight and your aggressive pounding, but her tight folds hold onto your cock as if treasuring its existence, begging to be fucked harder. Her legs instinctively tighten around your waist, denying you the space to move your hips, yet every time you pull back, the heels of her foot on your lower back pull you inside.

“I’m so close,” you manage to say through sharp, strained breaths. Umji turns her head to the side as if trying to bury it into the couch and then brings up one arm to cover her face.

“Cum—.” You only hear the first word and lean down closer, putting your head right by hers. A little louder, she repeats, “Cum in me, please.”

You relax your mind and let your orgasm take over. The moment you had dreamed of for years, finally, you get to fill your favourite maknae with your cum. Pure euphoria takes over as you pump her full of cum. Shot after shot from the end of your sensitive cock into her grateful hole. The once confident Umji can only lie on her back, with her glowing face buried into her arm, taking every drop of your seed.

You dismount her and sit back on the edge of the couch, still admiring the limp girl in front of you, cum dripping from between her spread legs, a film of sweat on her glowing skin and a satisfied smile on her face. Just to the side of her and a little up, on the other side of the sofa, lies the camera you most recently used, still with the polaroid hanging from the front. It reminds you of the confident young woman who rode your cock just minutes ago and had now become a twitching, whining mess beneath you.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Three sharp rasping knocks on the door spring you and Umji to life. Umji rises from her momentary passive state with an alerted look on her face and her hair a mess that she desperately tries to tame.

“I need one more minute! Don’t come in!”

“What’s taking so long? Do you need a han—”

“NO!” Umji coughs, realising how aggressively she shouted. “Actually, could you bring me some more water?”

“No problem, one minute.”

While Umji had her long-range through-the-door conversation, you had taken the opportunity to retrieve and wear your previously discarded clothes.

Umji reaches out and grabs your hand, using you as leverage to rise to her feet. “Thank you,” she says before pointing you towards the door.

“Quickly, out before they come back. Don’t forget your camera.”

“I won’t, oh, and, Umji?”

“Yeah?”

“That was amazing.”

“I know.” She replies with a confident smile. You turn and head towards the door; a hand appears on your shoulder as you place your hand on the doorknob. “And don’t forget these. They should be useful.”

Umji places the two polaroid photos you took of her into the palm of your hand. You hold them tightly and step out into the corridor, looking for a bathroom where you can ensure you don’t look like you’ve just nailed an idol in a changing room.

You glance down at the two photos in your hand and notice the black writing scrawled along the bottom. On closer inspection, you make out the digits of a phone number.

A/N2: Thanks for reading, enjoyed writing this one and hope you all enjoy reading.

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