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do you picture me?

wc: 8k

synopsis: being known in the industry as someone who noticed all details, it made sense that you had a bit of a reputation of being difficult.

contents: tease!sub!model!felix x shy!dom!m!photographer!reader, exhibitionism, masturbation (felix), handjob (felix receiving), blowjob (reader receiving), light throat fucking (if that makes sense), praise.

pls enjoy this as I went too hard w/ describing the photoshoot/outfits... if you look at the Louis Vuitton 2026 spring/summer collection you might recognise the outfits that are mentioned.

Like always, you were early. The people you had worked with before barely bat an eye, smiling and bowing in greeting, while some of the newer faces gave you a look that was half surprised, half impressed. It was a comforting, calm yet structured vibe in the air as people started setting up their stations. The prop manager had already rolled out the eggshell colored backdrop and was currently prepping sheets of pale tulle fabric for later. The MUA and hair stylist were exchanging words about the work ahead, placing various makeup palettes and hair tools at their respective stations. The stylist was talking with the Louis Vuitton representative and unzipping garment bags, hanging up the brand's clothing. As you spotted each of them, you offered them a smile, dropping off coffee as you walked around the set. This was always the calmest moment of your day. When everyone was that special mix of excited and drowsy, going through the prep to get to the main part. It was never a pain on your end to arrive early, as it offered you a gentle start to the day.

Once you had finished exchanging greetings and pleasantries it was time for your own preparations. Your assistant had already brought out your equipment from the car, so it didn’t take long to set up your camera and lights. All the prep that could be done without the model present was done. The model, who was late, was unbeknownst to you in a car driving slightly over the speed limit.

Felix sighed, looking out of the window as his manager muttered under his breath about “Seoul traffic”. Luckily for the idol, Felix wasn't the one who caused the delay. He'd feel awful if it were. He had actually woken up a couple of hours before the time he was supposed to be picked up, his nerves shooting him up out of bed at a frankly unreasonable time. Sadly, his body's “effort” was in vain as traffic caused them to arrive tardy nonetheless. The manager quickly pulled into the parking lot with a maneuver that Felix genuinely doubted was safe. Felix was then hurried out of the car as his manager gave him a quick briefing about the shoot, probably for the third time since picking him up. A Louis Vuitton shoot for Vogue Korea, featuring the brand's spring collection. Simple. Nothing new, not really, but a photoshoot with a brand of such fame would easily make anyone nervous. No matter how many jobs he booked with the brand, Felix felt that every shoot, every runway… they held a certain gravitas. While his manager spoke, he was led inside the simple-looking studio. It was still early in the morning, the sun's rays starting to warm up the sky, but Felix didn’t look drowsy. He smiled warmly as he entered, pushing down his nervousness. The room wasn’t necessarily bustling with life as he entered, but when he was spotted, finally, things started picking up. The warmth on his face remained, although his smile turned apologetic.

“I’m really sorry everyone, traffic held us back.”

A chorus of voices simply brushed him off with words of dismissal, both out of kindness and to hurry things along. He was grateful nonetheless. Embarrassed, but grateful. Even if those words of reassurance and kind gazes calmed him a bit, he still felt a pair of scrutinizing eyes studying him. Fair, he supposed, he was late after all, but the intense look made a shiver run down his spine. He had no time to reflect on who had glared him down before he was whisked away to get his makeup started in an attempt to catch up to the schedule.

You took a deep breath and sighed. This wasn’t the first time a model was late. It happened way too often with people a lot less famous than Felix. That didn’t mean it didn’t irritate you. It was unfortunate. He was handsome and whatever, sure, but when you work in a field such as yours where you run into beautiful people daily, that does very little to soothe one's mind. Ideally, good looks were paired with good manners, but you weren’t one to build up your expectations in vain. You had heard good things about Felix’s character - that he was easy to work with and a person who could light up even the darkest of places just by smiling. Yet his first impression left much to be desired. You sighed again and realized you were still staring at the spot he stood at, even in his absence. Something you didn’t have time for. You had work to do. With authority matching that of an army general, you gave the team instructions. The model needed to get his hair and makeup done, and then be dressed in the clothes, and you would observe every part of the process. Any newer staff who raised their eyebrows at this were quickly silenced by others. Sure, you didn’t hold the same amount of fame as the tardy idol, but within spaces that mattered, people knew not to question how you handled things. Being known to be detailed means you're allowed to be a bit picky. Comes with the job. They wouldn’t love your photos so much if you were slacking off. People quickly got to work, and your assistant ran around to help with further instructions.

Felix sat down in the makeup chair and the MUA and hairstylist quickly got to work. His hair was pinned out of his face as they started the prepwork, cleaning and moisturizing his skin. He looked at himself in the mirror, opting not to move too much to not disrupt the process. Even if photoshoots sometimes felt a bit rushed, it was nothing near the speed of his usual schedule. Fewer people, his members included, and fewer firm deadlines. There was no one yelling at him to get up on stage, no booming speakers ringing in his ear while adrenaline pumped through his veins in preparation to face thousands of people. Simply small talk with soft-spoken staff and calm music. He could hear the pleasant tunes of some indie song being played throughout the studio, probably chosen to match the vibe of today's shoot. He hummed along in recognition, chatting away with the people pampering him as he relaxed in his seat.

Time went by way too fast in his opinion; close to an hour had passed in what felt like minutes, and he was nearly done with his makeup when someone entered the room. Both the makeup artist and hair stylist greeted the person kindly when he entered, exchanging smiles. Felix couldn’t turn to face the person as he didn’t want to interrupt the work that was being done to him, but looked at him through the mirror. He quickly recognized the intense gaze that had made him nervous before. It wasn’t mean, and the man didn’t look angry, but it was a lot. Bordering on uncomfortable. It felt like he was being read like a book, as if he could ask the man about the color of his soul and he would know just by a simple glance. Felix was a bit caught off guard, but still smiled politely as he usually would.

“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Felix said softly, eyes crinkling from his grin.

You looked him over in the mirror. The makeup artist had applied light foundation that kept his freckles visible, a pale pink eyeshadow, and specks of glitter. The hair was curled with blonde extensions, making him look perfectly ethereal. You hummed approvingly, his current look matching the mood board to a T, and relaxed a bit as you saw things falling into place. Looking at Felix with a kinder gaze, you finally noticed the slight twitch in his expression. He wasn’t outright uncomfortable per se, but it seemed as if you had at least startled him a bit with how you were studying him. You reminded yourself to relax.

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m the photographer today, and I look forward to the shoot.”

You said with a smile.

You looked a lot softer like this, Felix thought. Without the previous intensity, he could actually look at you without feeling like an ant under a magnifying glass, and you were surprisingly attractive. Handsome. Put together from the pressed collar of your shirt down to your matching socks.

“I heard a rumour that you’re not the biggest coffee fan, so I hope this is alright.”

You said and placed the grape-flavoured ade in front of him.

His eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, thank you! Looks yummy, that’s really sweet of you.”

You chuckled softly and shook your head in dismissal.

“No worries. I just came in to say hi, so don’t let me interrupt you all.”

You glanced over at the others.

“Bring him out as soon as he’s dressed; let’s get things going.”

Felix blinked slowly as that intensity reappeared on your face. It must be what you’re like at work. Maybe even all the time. Serious, yet warm. It honestly gave him a bit of whiplash, but something about it… It was charming. He definitely trusted that the pictures would turn out well; that was for sure.

You sat on your phone going over the mood board for the twentieth time when Felix reentered the room. You genuinely had to do a double-take at his outfit. He was dressed in a dusty pink dress made out of a ruffled sheer fabric. It had a high swallow-tailed collar followed by a sheer chequered part that went down to his shoulders, cut off by ruffles that drooped down into bishop sleeves. With a white broad belt to accentuate his waist, he looked… well, simply put, jaw-droppingly beautiful. You walked up to him to observe him up close. Felix could feel his heart in his throat. Yeah, sure, he was usually nervous about these sorts of things, but the way you were appraising him made him somewhat flustered. You looked at him with stars in your eyes, like you had found your muse, your inspiration, your everything. Even in such a professional setting, it felt oddly intimate to be viewed like that. Something in him wanted your approval. Not the Louis Vuitton representative's approval or anyone else's. Just yours.

“So… what do you think? Am I camera-ready?”

He joked weakly, praying his foundation did a good enough job of hiding how flushed he was.

You looked him up and down with a pleased smile. Not the way one would look at someone they met at a first date, happy that they somewhat matched their photos, but rather like one would when they see a beautiful piece of art they worked hard to get their hands on. No attraction, simply appreciation.

“You’re perfect, absolutely perfect.”

Felix shivered at the praise, returning your smile. It was almost dizzying to hear those words from you. Before, it felt a bit odd, having your eyes on him, but now… he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

There was something about the way he stressed the “you” that made you raise an eyebrow. Not in dismay, oddly enough. It somehow excited you in some weird way that certainly wasn’t in line with your usual professionalism. But it was barely anything, and you doubted he was playing that kind of game. Just a good person, happy to be praised. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and gestured towards the backdrop.

“Please have a seat and we’ll get started.”

You had been right on the money when you described him as perfect before. There was no other word that came to mind as you photographed the first outfit. He followed all instructions with ease, posing for the camera like he was born to do so. It was detailed all the way down to the point of his toes as he leaned back, legs slightly up as you shot his side profile. You couldn’t help yourself, beaming behind your camera as you praised and encouraged him.

“Beautiful, just like that.” “Doing so well.” “Just one more for me.”

As you said these things, you had no idea how it was affecting your model. His confidence grew from the praise, sure, but internally, he was fighting to make sure it wasn’t visible just how excited he was to hear your approval. Even with a camera separating you, he still felt hot all over just from you looking at him. It was a lot, and God help him if he popped a boner in the midst of a photoshoot. When you were done with the first outfit, he breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Touch-ups and outfit changes everyone! Prop master, let's add the tulle and chair. Gotta keep this momentum going.”

You instructed everyone quickly. The stylist ushered Felix away to change, a welcome break. He fanned his face as he left your line of sight. The MUA gave him a questioning look and handed him his drink to cool off. He made a weak excuse about the lights being warm and sipped the ade. They shrugged and started doing touch-ups, adding some pink lip products. He had to pull himself together considering you had two more outfits to photograph.

You on the other hand, oblivious to his internal battle, were talking excitedly with your assistant, raving about the shoot that had barely started. They nodded along to your words, agreeing that “yeah, he looked good in front of the camera”, but you, much like Felix, received a questioning glance. Somewhere around when you went into detail about his features, your assistant frowned. It isn’t odd for a photographer to praise someone's looks per se, but it was definitely odd for you to do so.

“He's really something, I guess. But did you notice how red his face was? Remember not to make another model uncomfortable with your staring.”

They chuckled, playfully teasing you.

You winced and nodded, cursing mentally. You didn't notice. This unfortunately tended to happen. No one had straight-up left mid photoshoot, your reputation kept them in front of the camera, but you've been told off by some managers about “scaring their clients”. Not the words you want to hear when you primarily work with people. Especially not influential people whose opinions affect your job. You had clocked his discomfort earlier in the makeup chair, but not while taking the photos… were you too distracted? Too excited about the high quality of the photos? You sighed to yourself, mentally making a note to be more observant. Well, more aware of his emotions.

When Felix reentered, he looked just as stunning as the first time. The dress had been replaced by a top and pants. The shirt was slightly revealing, yet tasteful. A low V neckline leading down to a button that then split back up to reveal his midriff. By his hips, it swung out, giving him a doll-like hourglass shape. The white fabric of the top was covered entirely with lace appliques in various shades of beige and white. The bottoms were plain white dress pants that made his legs look impossibly long. His upper body was definitely the focus of the outfit so naturally, his neck and hands were heavily decorated with different jewelry. A ring on every other finger and his iconic silver lockit pendant made in collaboration with the man himself, paired with a simple diamond necklace. He looked… expensive. Refined. Not dressed in luxury simply to brag about one's wealth, but put together carefully. Once again, you looked him up and down. Felix smiled nervously, waiting for your judgment. Remembering your assistant's words from before, you loosened up your posture and gave him a gentler smile with less manic enthusiasm than before.

“Absolutely stunning. Let’s start.”

As Felix sat down, you took more pictures. He placed his hands by his collarbones, wrists crossed to show off his rings. Then he pressed his fingers on his temples, elbows out wide so you could see the necklaces. Two wonderful poses that perfectly highlighted the jewellery and his stunning features. He was working hard yet… Felix felt like something was lacking. He was doing just as well as before, better even, paying more attention to detail. You seemed pleased with him, smiling behind your camera. But that look was gone. The burning one. The one that made him feel like it was just the two of you in the room, alone as you created art. You simply observed him now. Those butterflies in his stomach settled, leaving a sour taste in his mouth that acted as a painful reminder that this was all just work. Not exciting and intimate, merely mundane. He tried to not let his disappointment show on his face, but by the tilt of your assistant's head, it was obvious. You snapped your photos, and then you were done. Whereas before he felt somewhat relieved to be freed from your capturing gaze, locking him in and gluing him to the spot, now it just felt empty. Hollow.

Turning to the monitoring screen to look it over you hummed, squinting your eyes. Something was… missing. He looked less vibrant, somehow. The photos were just photos, not alive like before. It instantly made you anxious. Had you done it again? Was Felix uncomfortable? You had tried so hard to make sure you weren’t glaring him down this time, but perhaps you had subconsciously stared. You sighed, glancing over at Felix who was standing next to you, he too looking at the photos. Your own disappointment was mirrored in his features.

“Let’s uh, take a small break. Everyone can get their food orders in while we rest for a bit.”

You announced to the room in an attempt to push past the solemn mood. Felix's whole body sagged in on itself. He honestly looked like a kicked puppy, small and sad. You walked up to him with a weak smile.

“Are you okay? I’ve heard before that I can be a bit intimidating. I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable in any way. I promise it’s just me being focused, not judging. You’re doing great.”

His eyes widened in panic as you misunderstood him, shaking his head so quickly you were scared his head might come off.

“Oh, nonono, that’s not it at all! I’m really comfortable. You just looked… different? I- it just seemed like I had lost you a bit, or something. I really want you to like the photos, you know? You don’t have to worry about making me uncomfortable or anything. The intensity and all makes you like, trustworthy.”

He was looking at you sheepishly, stumbling over his words. It didn’t seem forced out of politeness. Felix didn’t seem like the type to force anything to be honest, always carrying an air of genuineness with him. It helped alleviate your anxiety.

“I’m relieved to hear that. Don’t hesitate to tell me if you need a break or anything, though. I want this to be pleasant for everyone, you especially as the model.”

Your smile felt more natural on your lips now with his reassurance. He beamed back at you, nodding.

“Will do.”

Both with less burdened minds, you separated. Felix to the room occupied by the MUA and hair stylist, and you to a corner with some other staff. Felix sat with the two stylists, chatting about the shoot and ordering food, yet his mind was elsewhere. It felt like his own personal mission to have your undivided attention again. Not just for his own pleasure, but to reignite that creative flow you had had earlier. Neither of you would be pleased if the photos ended up looking bad, and his company and Louis Vuitton would certainly disapprove. That wanting side of him though… It made Felix feel a bit pathetic, to be honest. He had never been this needy for someone before, especially not just for a simple glance. But now, somehow, you had made him addicted. That heat that bloomed deep in his stomach, spreading throughout his body… He needed more. Felix glanced over at his next outfit, deep in thought. He had to do something if he wanted those strange wants to be a reality. As he spaced out, studying the satin, he realized that the solution was quite simple. For the final outfit, he made a plan.

Food eaten and legs stretched, you were ready for the final photos. It was going to be alright, and you were going to be so normal, not a burdensome photographer that glared at any hairs out of place. Chill but professional, less uptight. That was certainly what you told yourself until you saw the Louis Vuitton representative being pulled into the styling room. You immediately started praying that nothing was wrong with the clothing, itching to walk in there to do any necessary damage control. But you held yourself back, reminding yourself that for the love of God, you had to chill. Barging in wouldn’t help at all. It’d show everyone that you were a total control freak who couldn’t do a single photoshoot without nagging about some small detail. You remained in your seat, instead opting to glance over at the door every so often just to calm yourself down. A couple of painful minutes later, the representative reemerged. You stood up, not being able to hold yourself back from walking over to check that nothing was wrong. That’s when you saw Felix. Stepping out from behind the representative, he looked… Well, wrong. Technically. He wasn’t wearing what he was supposed to, at least not in the right way. The creamy white jacket was supposed to be worn with a striped jumpsuit underneath. You remember the concept photos quite well, having checked them religiously. But no, instead of what was planned he was dressed in the same pair of pants from the first outfit. No undershirt, just the puffy ruffled layers of the jacket pulled open to reveal the entirety of his torso. His hair extensions had changed as well, looking even longer now, soft curls reaching his bellybutton. It was wrong, technically, but so so right. He looked like a wet dream, all lean muscle and freckled skin. Elegant yet exposed in a way you knew only he could pull off. You felt yourself being drawn in as you looked him up and down yet again, something different in your gaze as you ate him up with your eyes. The stylist looked truly proud of themself and you couldn’t even blame them for it.

Felix felt like the cat that got the cream. You were back. Looking at him like before, scanning him, but something was different. Even if you might not have realized it yourself, there was a heat in your gaze that wasn’t there before. You savoured the sight of him instead of picking him apart. It was attraction, not just approval. It was almost more addictive, knowing he managed to affect you. The sound of your assistant clearing their throat is what snapped you out of your trance. You blinked, gaze snapping over to the representative, an unasked question in the air.

“Felix made a suggestion, and it’s been approved. Spring and summer are warm, rebirth, fans will love it and so on and so on. Head office liked the idea so…”

They shrugged, giving you a glare that said “do you have any idea of how popular shirtless idols are on magazine covers?”. You sighed shakily and glanced over at Felix.

“I thought it was a good idea…”

He hummed, looking coy as he batted his lashes. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to find the words.

“Yeah! It uh, is. Just… different. Is your company okay with-”

You gestured to his lack of a shirt.

“-this?”

Felix chuckled and gestured over at his manager who nodded.

“Yeah, they’re fine with it. Are you?”

He raised a brow challengingly, studying your face. You looked a bit baffled, but not necessarily in a bad way.

“I mean, yeah, it looks good. And since it’s all approved…”

You allowed yourself another glance down his form before clearing your throat.

“Let’s do it.”

Felix made it really difficult to be professional. As soon as he sat down in front of the camera, he leaned back, his jacket falling open to reveal more delicious skin. His eyes were trained on you through the camera lens, head tilted to the side as he stared you down. You felt your hands shake as you pressed the shutter. It made you feel like a pervert, looking at him like this with his angel-like features. As if you were tainting him, painting his form in filth for your own pleasure. He was teasing you with a glance, and little did you know, he was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. Seeing your nervousness, even if it was obscured by your camera, was the treat he didn’t know he was hoping for. He expected his little plan to work, for you to see him again, but for you to lose focus…? It was quite frankly the opposite of his main goal, but tasted just as sweet. He changed his pose after a couple of shots, raising one of his arms to rest behind his head as he lowered his chin to look up into the camera. The studio lights made his eyes sparkle, reminding you of a vast dark ocean. To put things frankly, he was giving you (or well, the camera) the biggest “fuck me” eyes you had ever seen. You cleared your throat before pressing the shutter, your nervousness a sound that felt like a reward for the model. He smiled smugly and licked his lips. Some part of your brain was raving about how perfect these photos would be, that it might be some of your best work. Unfortunately, you weren’t thinking with your brain in that moment, no matter how much you wanted to. Shot after shot of pure filth delivered in a pretty package, and it just drove you more and more wild. Once you were done, you released a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. The people around you applauded, praising Felix’s ideas and execution while you tried to return to your body. The smile on Felix’s lips was innocent as he bowed gracefully, still the embodiment of innocence, as if he wasn’t just eyefucking you through your camera. No one seemed to have realized this fact, or used the photoshoot as an explanation for his behaviour. You certainly had a harder time finding an explanation for what just happened, finding it difficult to just brush past it. He walked over to you and bowed again in respect.

“Thank you so so much, I’m so excited to see the results.”

He said with a beaming smile.

“No, thank you. You’ve been an absolute joy to work with.”

You did your best to appear unaffected, returning his smile, albeit a little shakily.

“I hope we can work together in the future, I’m really happy with the pictures I took today.”

Your words were genuine even in the midst of your mental breakdown.

“So do I.”

He said with a wink that made your body burn hot. As he walked away, it felt like you could finally breathe. The shoot was done. All that was left was exchanging pleasantries and packing up your stuff. You felt relieved somehow. Well, conflicted. It had been intense in all the best ways, but you were grateful you had the rest of the day off just so you could process everything. Were you reading into things? Had Felix just been so amazing in front of the camera that even you got pulled in by him? Or was it truly a pointed move from his part to get you nervous? Those were the thoughts Felix’s manager interrupted when he walked up to you. You had just waved goodbye to the last staff member when he cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Hello. I apologize if this is short notice, but I have a small request.”

You turned to face him with a raised brow, silently urging him to continue.

“JYP want Felix to take some simple headshots while we’re here. Would that be possible? I have to go to another member's schedule right now, but a car will be ready to pick him up once you’re done. We’d be really grateful.”

He looked stressed and not ready to accept a no, already halfway out the door. Before you could say anything, he mumbled a quick “thanks” while hurrying out to his car. You swore under your breath as your assistant walked over with a questioning look.

“It’s just the camera and lights left. Should I…?”

They gestured to the now plain and empty set. The backdrop remained, a part of the locale, as well as your things. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head.

“You can head home. I have things left to do; I’ll pack up on my own.”

They frowned but shrugged. You didn’t blame them for not putting up more of a fight about staying; very few people wanted unpaid overtime. You waved them off as they walked out to their car.

The room felt so empty. It was quiet, no music, and no people. No more of that cozy vibe you had felt before. You turned around with yet another sigh, almost jumping out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Felix. Maybe you were too distracted, but he had managed to sneak up on you. Now that the photoshoot was officially over he had changed out of the branded clothes. His extensions had been taken out, and he was back in his own clothes, a simple black shirt and jeans. Felix didn’t look any less gorgeous after changing, a fact that made you even more nervous to be alone with him.

“I guess my manager told you about the situation…?”

He had the decency to at least look apologetic as he saw the traces of tiredness on your features.

“He did. It’ll be quick, so you can alert the driver picking you up. I don’t wish to keep you.”

You offered him a professional smile. You assumed he wasn’t happy about staying either, even if his motivations were different from yours.

“I’ll do that.”

He chuckled and picked up his phone to text them. You glanced over to where your camera still stood. This was going to be easy, no biggie. That’s at least what you told yourself in an attempt to calm down. Once Felix had texted his driver he glanced back up at you.

“So…?”

He hummed, gesturing over to the camera.

“Ah- Yes. Just sit down and I’ll get to work.”

Felix sat down in the chair, looking at you as he awaited further instructions. You stood behind the camera, adjusting the lighting to fully illuminate his face. You hummed to yourself and adjusted the camera settings as well before looking at him. You blinked slowly. …had those buttons always been unbuttoned? You thought his shirt was fully closed before, but apparently, your memory failed you. Two buttons opened. Odd, but not a thought you were willing to voice. You already felt like a pervert for noticing. Even as you mentally chastised yourself, you couldn’t resist letting your eyes run down that small patch of exposed skin. Everything about him teased you, tempted you into doing very inappropriate things with someone you should’ve been very professional with. You cleared your throat, something that had become a habit whenever you were in his presence, and leaned down to look at him through the camera. Felix just smiled innocently as if he hadn’t unbuttoned his shirt just now.

“Just look into the lens head on.”

You managed to say, tongue heavy in your mouth. Felix did as instructed, facing you, but his fingers snuck under the collar of his shirt to open it further. He rubbed along his skin, stroking it casually as if it wasn’t an attempt to get you worked up. You swallowed dryly at the sight, trying to ignore the twitch of your cock as you snapped a photo. Felix could practically smell your arousal on you. It was painfully obvious by how your eyebrow twitched and your hands shook when you pressed the shutter. That same bordering on sadistic joy reawakened in him. He had you right where he wanted you, bordering on coming in your pants just from a teasing touch to his own body. It was beautiful. The devastating part though, was that you didn’t act on it. He accomplished his goal, working you up and getting your eyes focused on him, yet you didn’t move. You couldn’t. He wanted you to so bad, but you were frozen in place. He knew you might need quite a push to actually do something. That his alluring gaze might not be enough. But he wanted to try, to see how hard he could get you doing as little as possible. He sighed and let his fingers drag lower, down to the buttons remaining. His dark eyes drilled into yours as he unbuttoned the last ones, leaving his torso fully exposed.

“Is this alright…?”

He hummed, tilting his head. You pursed your lips, eyes roaming the expanse of skin.

“...yes.”

You didn't have it in you to object. Playing along felt somewhat okay, watching as he did what he wanted. You didn’t egg him on. If anything, he was riling you up. That voice in your head that said he wasn’t doing anything on purpose was slowly dying as he looked you up and down. He wanted this reaction. He wanted that burning desire that was bordering on uncomfortable. Some dirty part of you wanted it to.

You snapped another photo, mostly on instinct. Felix didn’t mind, the corners of his lips twitching as the lights flashed. His hands teased lower, dragging along the front of his pants. His eyes remained trained on yours as he played with the buckle of his belt.

“And this…?”

He asked coyly, raising a brow. Words failed you, so you just nodded. He smiled a Cheshire grin, and slowly, painfully slow, unbuckled and unzipped his pants. There was no denying the bulge in his underwear. With a gentle touch, he rubbed himself through the fabric using just his fingertips. He bit his lip, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes rolled back. Felix wanted to put on a show. Push you. He was exposing everything, laying himself bare for your enjoyment. You couldn’t move. Your desire froze you in place. He let out a breathy sigh and pulled down the waistband of his boxers, just as slow as he'd done everything else, staring deep into your eyes. His cock plopped heavily against his toned stomach, pre smudging his skin. He was an angry red, twitching as you took him in. You could feel all your blood rushing down to your groin, pulsing beneath your skin. Felix wasn’t better off. He saw the fight in your eyes. How you wanted to do something, how desperately you wanted to reach out and touch. But also how you held yourself back, clinging to some dumb idea of professionalism. It was frustratingly hot. Even with how lightly his fingertips rubbed at the underside of his cock he felt like he was in heat. It was too much yet too little, all at the same time.

Felix looked at you longingly, teeth digging into his lip.

“Please…”

It was barely above a whisper, whiny in the best way.

“Help me.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Felix’s eyes shone in the studio lights, bordering on wet. You saw the frustration buzzing under his skin, the longing. The entire photoshoot had been messing with him, and now he had had enough. He didn’t ask for your touch; he asked for your help. Grander than skin on skin. He needed you. Your body moved against your will. You walked slowly, your mind in a haze, until you were in front of him. Felix looked up at you as you loomed over him, casting your shadow upon him. Up close, it was even worse for both of you. You could see the flush of his cheeks. His freckles. The way his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He could feel those intense eyes on him up close. How your gaze travelled across him, mapping out his skin. It made him leak against his stomach, dripping like a faucet. No words were needed as he whined, his hand reaching for yours. He grabbed it, pulling it down to where he needed you most. Your heart was in your throat as you dragged one finger along a bulging vein. Felix sighed in bliss, his body sagging against the chair. Just one light touch and he was quivering. You took a deep breath, gathering courage. You placed one hand on the backrest behind him, leaning over him, the other moving slowly down to his heat. With less nerves, you wrapped your fingers around his cock. He was so warm, twitching in your hand. You gave him an exploratory tug. His thighs tensed as his hips stuttered, jerking up into your touch. You hissed through your teeth at the sight, squeezing him in your palm. He was so desperate already.

“M-more… Please?”

He gasped, his grip on your wrist tightening. Your lips pursed in hesitation.

“Are you- Are you sure? Because-”

You took a ragged breath.

“-I really don’t want you to regret this.”

If he stopped right then and there, that would be it. You would awkwardly separate, mumble something like “good job, goodbye,” and crawl into a hole and die. You’d sit on your lonesome, hand around your cock as you regretfully deleted all of the “headshots”. It would be over. But God, you didn’t want it to be.

If Felix wasn’t so drunk on arousal, he would’ve laughed.

“Is there anything I’m doing that makes you think I will?”

Even if he thought you were being silly, there was a softness in his voice. Felix felt the same way you did; if either of you wished to stop, you’d stop. But neither of you seemed keen on ending this any time soon. You shook your head and gathered yourself as best as you could. With his approval, you picked up the pace. Up and down, squeezing when you reached the tip. He shook like a leaf, trembling against the chair as moans escaped his plump lips. Felix let go of your wrist to lay his hand against your cheek, pulling you in to a deep kiss. There was no fight for dominance. He was like putty in your hands, his tongue languidly meeting yours. He only allowed himself a moment of bliss with your mouth before he pulled back. He did his best to keep his focus on you, needing to see your face. Every expression, every glance, they all needed to be imprinted into his memory. You were panting, a light sheen of sweat covering your form. You kept going faster, unable to hold back your eagerness. You wanted, needed to see him unravel. He moaned loudly, his dark voice reaching a higher tone than you thought was possible.

“Fuck- C-close, really close-”

He cried out, nails digging into his own thighs. Felix stared deep into your eyes as he fought his body to keep his own open.

“Can I cum? Please- please let me cum for you!”

You groaned and nodded, your grip on the chair the only thing keeping you up as your knees almost buckled. Felix was babbling so quickly you could barely make out the words, only catching his desperate “please”s and “thank you”s. His whole body trembled as his pleasure reached its high, going up and up until it had nowhere left to go. His back arched as he spilled all over himself. He pulsed in your hand as he came, his teeth clenched from the sheer force of it. He hiccuped while you stroked him through it. He looked perfectly spent, breathing ragged and skin flushed. As his pleasured moans went into overstimulated whimpers, you stopped, pulling your hand back. He smiled up at you lazily, attempting to catch his breath.

“You… God.”

You smiled softly, chuckling in disbelief at the situation. It all felt so surreal. You had just jerked him off after a photoshoot. In a studio. With a camera around. It was truly wild and something out of your wildest dreams. You’d call yourself blessed if it didn’t feel so uncouth in the current situation.

Felix chuckled as well, coming back into his body. He had never felt like that. It was hot and fast, yet warm and slow. Perfect. He had never cum that hard in his life. He was about to voice that thought when his eyes left your face, fleeting down. Your bulge rested heavy between your legs, sadly forgotten in the throes of passion. He sighed wistfully and laid his hand against your hip.

“Now it’s your turn.”

He purred, nails dragging against the fabric of your pants. You stiffened under his touch, standing up straight.

“You really don’t have to.”

You mumbled almost bashfully. You had honestly forgotten it yourself, too focused on Felix. He shook his head with a reassuring smile.

“I know. But I want to.”

He hummed. Felix let his fingers play with your belt, leaning in to rest his chin against your hip, his mouth close to your bulge. He was so close he could practically kiss it through the fabric if he wanted to. He looked up at you, his gaze somewhere between teasing and pleading.

“Want to make you feel good. Please?”

His finger dragged over your front making your hips twitch. You felt dizzy with want as you swallowed, nodding. His face bloomed into a pleased smile.

Felix gripped your hips and went down on his knees. He undid your pants leisurely, wanting to take his time with you. Leaning in, he breathed out against your cock, his breath hot against your skin through your boxers. He looked like a wet dream like this; on his knees, a content grin on his lips, his eyes locked on yours. He placed soft kisses against you, licking you through the fabric. Your hands shook by your sides, twitching as you shivered. Felix chuckled, his voice vibrating your bones. With a casualness you envied, he grabbed one of your hands, putting it in his hair.

“No need to hesitate, want you.”

He murmured, his spit soaking you. Your fingers tangled into his locks carefully just to busy your hand. Felix hooked his fingers under the waistline of your underwear and tugged them down. You groaned as you were freed, tilting your head back from the relief. His tongue peeked out from between his lips and he licked along the underside of your cock, moaning at the taste. Your grip on his hair tightened, making him melt at the slight pain. He leaned in and took the tip of you into his mouth. It was already bordering on too much. Your hips stuttered into his warmth, the sound filthy and slick. Felix’s tongue swirled around you, teasing your head slowly. It was slow and mean and perfect all at the same time. He was toying with you but also giving you the reins, staring up at you alluringly yet with obedience clear in his eyes. You tugged on his locks, gentle yet firm. His nails dug into your hips as he hollowed his cheeks, urging you to go deeper. He looked sinful with his puffy lips wrapped around you, drool running down his chin. Felix was blissed out. His head was mush, his only thoughts being you. Your taste, your smell, the weight of you on his tongue. But most of all, the way you savoured him with your eyes. He was already half hard again from just that look. If he appreciated the intensity from your photoshoot, he loved this. He felt so small beneath you, and it made him ache, deep in his bones. He took you deeper and deeper until he almost gagged around you, eyebrows raised and gathered in a way that looked truly pathetic.

“You’re so pretty like this, on your knees. God, you’re perfect.”

You breathed out, almost choking as he swallowed around you. Felix whined through his nose, the praise making his head swim in ecstasy. With renewed vigour, he sped up. It was filthy, all spit and gagging as he took you as deep as he could. You groaned above him, lightly thrusting into his mouth which only made him try harder. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he bobbed on your cock. The sight of him pushed you close really quickly, thighs tensing under his hands. Your blood buzzed in your ears as you drowned in pleasure.

“C-close. So good for me, fuck-”

You stuttered out, warning him and trying to tug him back. Felix refused, not backing off. You moaned louder than you ever have, body burning as you thrust into his wet heat and came. Felix whimpered around you, keeping you at the back of his throat as you pulsed. The tears fell freely down his cheeks. You panted, the waves of your orgasm slowly ebbing out. He pulled back and swallowed, licking his lips as he caught his breath. Felix looked perfectly fucked out. His face was red, covered in tears and drool with a lazy grin on his lips. You’d feel apologetic if he didn’t look so pleased.

You patted his head with shaky hands, his hair a mess from the grip you had on it. He leaned into your touch as it helped ground him, slowly getting out of the haze. You smiled down at him and gripped his arms to hoist him up onto the chair. He sagged against it, his limbs heavy after everything. Looking at the rest of him, his front was covered in cum and sweat. You sighed softly and focused on the task at hand. With a clearer head, you hurried over to the bathroom with a mumbled “be right back”. You grabbed some napkins and wet them with warm water, wiping yourself off and tucking your cock back into your pants. You prepared some more tissues for Felix. You would have preferred a softer towel, but you had to make do. You quickly returned and knelt in front of him. With a gentle touch, you started cleaning him up. He hissed from sensitivity as you touched the more sore parts of him, but still appeared grateful. Once he was as clean as you’d get him without a shower, you looked up at him. The awkwardness had returned to you, feeling rather flustered after your encounter.

“Are you okay?”

You asked hesitantly. This time he actually chuckled, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m great. You?”

“Me too.”

You smiled shyly.

“I really want to work with you again.”

He hummed, blinking slowly.

“Not just because of this-”

He gestured between the two of you.

“-but because you’re really talented. Please don’t get all awkward and refuse any future shoots with me, alright?”

Felix actually mirrored your shyness for once. He was genuinely nervous that you might blacklist him or be too embarrassed to face him again. You took a deep breath and shook your head.

“I won’t. I don’t think I can, you’re too perfect in front of the camera.”

You chuckled. He smiled.

“Good. Next time, I’ll make sure to come up with a better excuse for my manager. I doubt he’ll agree to more headshots.”

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