TWICE moments that would kill a sapphic (me)
i have absolutely 0 filter. be mentally prepared for what you're about to read / see
edit: this was supposed to be me just giving out my opinions on certain pictures, but now i'm writing imagines.. (the i...
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TW's// Artist!chaeyoung, Model!reader, Dom!chaeng, praise, fingering, a bit of cunnilingus, oral fixation, reader is kind of a bitch and a classist 🤗🤗 but she's actually really subby underneath//
You stride into the art studio with confidence, your presence commanding attention from everyone around you. You're a well-known model renowned for your striking looks and charisma.
People say your looks were gifted by the goddess aphrodite herself, your soft yet seductive look being able to control anyone around you.
As you pass through the studio room, murmurs of admiration and whispers of awe follow you like a symphony. You're accustomed to the spotlight, basking in the adoration of the people surrounding you.
Today, however, is a bit different. Instead of fancy or royal brands, you've been signed up to model for a renowned artist, Nature Son, someone whose talent surpasses your own understanding.
You scoff a bit at the thought, convinced that no one can truly capture your essence on canvas, nor someone puny small artist. Nonetheless, you've agreed to the collaboration, partly out of curiosity, and pity.
As you enter the room where the artist awaits, you take in the scene. The space is cluttered with canvases, paintbrushes, and an array of colors that excite your senses. Your eyes lock with those of the artist,her small stature exudes an air of calmness, their eyes sparkling mischievously.
—"So, you're the famous model, huh?"
the artist says, their voice smooth as velvet.
You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed by the casual tone.
—"That's right. Im expecting you to capture my full beauty, Miss Son."
A playful smirk plays on the artist's lips.
—"Oh, don't worry, Darling. I'll do my best. But remember, even masterpieces have flaws."
Your eyes narrow, taken aback by the artist's audacity to challenge your self-proclaimed perfection. You've met your match.
—"Is that so? Well, we'll see about that,"
you retort, trying to regain control of the situation.
The artist chuckles softly.
—"Alright then, let's get started. Stand over there, please."
With a begrudging nod, you move to the designated spot. As the artist approaches you, you feel a strange mixture of nervousness and anticipation inside your stomach. There's something about this girl that is pulling you in, but you don't know what. She grabs your arm firmly but gently, guiding you into a pose. The touch sends shivers down your spine, catching you off guard.
