You had always dreamed of having a photoshoot. You’d stare at the magazines, at the stunning models, and think to yourself that if you ever had the chance, you could totally rock it. You knew you had the face for it—the angles, the look, everything. But there was always that nagging feeling of anxiety that held you back. The thought of being in front of a camera, the spotlight on you, even if it was just for a moment, always made your nerves spiral.

But this year, on your birthday, things were going to be different. You’d never expected this kind of birthday surprise from your boyfriend. You were just expecting a quiet evening, maybe dinner and a little cake, but no—he had something else in mind.

it’s rafe—it’s not a normal shoot, no. it’s a boudoir shoot.

your doing as he says—putting on new mesh and colourful lingerie, new poses against new places as he snaps one too many picture of you on a camera he bought just for this.

it’s your last outfit and it’s…certainly revealing, infront of the fireplace that’s lit perfectly to your skin tone, you laying on your stomach against the black rug, looking straight at his camera and he looks at you with pure hunger in his eyes, he slightly drops the camera and gestures for you to move

“open your legs..lean back and open your legs” he pants out, he doesn’t even bother too pick his camera back up when you do as he says, he pretty much dives ontop of you as his lips devour yours