— love on the catwalk // nsfw
oliver sykes x f!reader.
summary — you’re a model and oli plays photographer for a day
warnings:
cnc undertones(?)
blackmailing
oral
very tiny oneshot. not proofread cuz it’s late and i’m sleepy so sorry for bad grammar. i haven’t written in so long and i’m kinda using this acc for motivation. im not the greatest writer so… keep that in mind (￣д￣;)
soft clicks of cameras and bright flashes of light filled your senses, mindlessly posing for the lens in front of you. the heels on your feet were too tight, your neon v neck showed a little more cleavage than what you wanted, and the faded grey jeans on your hips hung too low. but you stuck out, because it was your job to do so.
your manager had casted you to shoot for a clothing brand you had little to no knowledge of— drop dead. it wasn’t your scene, really… but money is money. after a few more shots, the woman behind the camera reviewed the pictures, letting you take a brief break. as you stood there awkwardly, an unfamiliar man next to the photographer stared you down. his hazel eyes practically burned through your clothes, lingering on your skin enough to make it crawl.
to your knowledge, the man seemed to be a model too, judging by the obnoxious monster tee he wore of the brand. you however were deemed wrong as he whispered something into the photographers ear, the lady stepping away and letting him take over. her shoes made a soft clack in the quiet room as she exited, the rough sound of him clearing his throat breaking the silence. it was now just you, the man, and the camera.
“wasnt too big on the pictures she took just now.”
he whispered to himself bluntly, his raspy accent so thick even when his voice was a pathetic murmur. you gulped softly, silently adjusting your hair and outfit as he fixed the framing. he positioned the camera, watching as you half-heartedly placed a hand on your hip. he scoffed lightly. “you’re as stiff and prim as a fuckin’ board.” the man jabbed, which elicited a just as half-hearted eye roll from you.
“arch your back. put your other hand on your knee.” he commanded softly, keeping the camera at the perfect angle. you did as asked, but it wasn’t enough. “more.” he added, which made you huff and arch your back further. he took a few pictures, before stepping back and looking through them. he hummed under his breath, the sound rough yet melodic. seemingly pleased, he nodded and started to angle the camera again. this time, he ordered, “pull down your shirt a little. keep your hands there.”
of course you complied. your hands made their way to the bright purple hem of your shirt, pulling it down teasingly which exposed more of your chest. he snapped more of you seducing the camera, trying to hide the wicked grin on his face as he thought of what to do next. he licked his lips briefly clearing his throat as he looked up from the camera, hazel eyes looking at yours theough shaggy brown bangs. “take off your jeans.”
it was then you paused. getting undressed wasn’t something that your manager disclosed to you when getting this job. “uhh.. thats gonna cost you more, ehm…” you trailed off, and it was like the man read your mind. “oliver. my name is oliver.” he stated.
“well, oliver, as i said, that’s going to be extra.” you sassed, gaze narrowing at him as you crossed your arms over your frame. oliver let out a scoff-like laugh, saying, “yeah, yeah. i’ll fuckin’ pay you right. just do it.” clearly lying through his teeth. it’s not like you couldnt say no, but the fact it was just you two— all alone— added significant pressure.
oliver could see the hesitance etched into your features, his tone suddenly turning softer. “cmon, love. it’s just for the shoot.” he said like it was the most casual thing ever. a tense round of silence filled the air, before you finally gave in. you shook your head in annoyance as you kicked off your heels, fingers then unbuttoning your jeans. the denim pooled at your ankles before kicking them to the side, joining your heels on the floor. oliver held back a smile, his tattooed hand running down his face to practically wipe the grin off his lips. “good.” oliver said, more so to himself. he went behind the camera again, taking it off the stand and walking closer. “turn around and look over your shoulder.”
as you struck the pose, oliver had gotten shots from multiple angles— crouching down behind you and zooming in. “look forward.” he suddenly ordered, which you listened. as quiet as a mouse, his free hand made its way in between your thighs, fingers lightly running along your clothed slit. with a gasp, you jumped away and immediately turned around, face red with embarrassment and anger. “w-what the hell was that, you jerk?” you sputtered out, eyes wide and nervous.
oliver couldnt help but chuckle under his breath, pulling you closer with his hand on your hip. “what are you talking about?” he asked, feigning indifference. “you know exactly what i mean.” you retorted, shoving his hand off of you. his canines sunk into his bottom lip as he bit back a smile, his hand making its way back to your cunt, pressing flat against your clit beneath fabric. “you mean this?” oliver asked mockingly, watching as your jaw fell slack from both shock and a familiar warmth forming below.
“s-stop that.” you whined, pushing his hand away repeatedly, but he would put it back each time you did, even adding a bit more pressure. his fingers started to rub against you in slow circles, making your eyes flutter shut. he could feel your panties grow more damp, a wet patch of arousal evident on the fabric. “feels good, don’t it?” oliver murmured, deciding to take advantage of the fact your eyes were still closed. he snapped another picture with the camera before placing it down next to him.
you bit your lip to stifle the soft noises that dared to slip, his fingers pausing their motions briefly to pull your panties down, which you allowed to his surprise. oliver then continued his deliberate motions, hazel eyes drinking in the sight of your gaped lips and shut eyes. with each circle of his fingers, your reluctance would melt away.
“not so stubborn now, are we? i barely touched you yet. fuckin’ pathetic.” oliver said, but his tone didn’t hold any real bite— more endearing than anything. “shut up.” you snapped back, but didn’t move away from his touch. he smirked as he looked up at you from below, his fingers sneaking down to your hole, prodding lightly but not pushing in just yet. without warning, he moved closer, his tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe on your clit. a sharp gasp left your lips, your hands immediately lacing into his brown locks.
oliver chuckled against your warm flesh, finally pushing in one of the fingers that lingered at your entrance, starting to work it inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace. he started to leave wet, opened mouth kisses on your clit, sealing his lips around it every now and then. “o-oh fuck…” you hissed, your fingers starting to tug on his hair. once you adjusted to the first finger, he pushed in the second one, curling it inside as he tried to find your sweet spot.
with a few more thrusts, oliver finally hit the perfect angle. you let out a loud whimper, pulling on his hair hard enough to make him moan against you. your knees were trembling and buckling as you stood above him, finding it harder and harder to stay upright the closer he brought you to the edge. he quickened his pace and kept it at the right position, feeling your walls clench around him. “right there, right there!” you sputtered out, nearly doubling over from the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. oliver laughed softly at your desperation, before sucking gently on your bud as his fingers worked inside. his tongue then flicked across your clit repeatedly, kitty licking it to hold you right at the brink of release.
“more…” you whined, your tone almost commanding. oliver wanted to keep you teetering at the edge a little longer, but decided to listen. he started to move his fingers faster, kissing on your clit as he hummed softly to create gentle vibrations against you. it was perfect, just enough for you to finally let go. with a final gasp, your eyes screwed shut as you came onto him, his tongue lapping up your release as his fingers kept moving to let you fully ride out your orgasm.
once you had finished completely, he leaned back and pulled his fingers out, licking them clean as he stood up and grabbed the camera with his free hand. a shit eating grin pulled at his lips as he snapped a few final pictures, capturing your flushed face and the mess between your thighs. you narrowed your eyes at him, scoffing softly. “creep.” you spat, which only made him let out a stiff chuckle. “dont be a prude. you know you look good on camera.” oliver replied, watching as you weakly pulled your panties and jeans back on. suddenly you stopped, looking up at him with your pants half way shrugged up. “you aren’t going to… yknow… put those pictures up anywhere, are you?” you asked. “which ones?” oliver said, pretending to be clueless.
“don’t act stupid, you dick.” you said, giving him a mean look as you tried to hide your inner concern, continuing to put on your jeans. he hummed, shrugging softly. “i don’t know… i did get a few great shots of you just now. those would look nice on the site, wouldn’t they? you looked real classy.” oliver said mockingly. you felt your face heat up, brows furrowing in an angry knot as you stepped closer to him. “classy? i was half naked, you jerk.” a mischievous glint sparked in oliver’s eyes as you bucked up at him, your mouth caught in a little snarl.
“come back to our next shoot, and maybe i won’t upload those photos.”
