Nessa X Male Reader: A Model Photoshoot

The Gig

You walked in on set like you always did. This was nothing more than a standard one-two operation like all other photoshoots. It wasn't anything you needed to really to worry about since it was so easy. You got into the studio and got up to your director. He gave you the standard speech and placement on where it was we needed for the best angle and lighting. It wasn't anything you didn't already know. You got your camera set up with a tripod and your small light to add to the overall feel of the image.

It was then the doors to the back opened and out stepped the model for this shoot. You smiled and watched in awe as she stepped on out. Nessa. The local gym leader, master of water pokemon, and champion of Hulbury. There was something about her that just drew your gaze to her. That confident attitude, those sexy and powerful eyes, there was always something to admire in the gym leader/model. Even after the defeat of the god pokemon and the exposure of Chairman Rose, she still held the same upbeat and powerful tone and mood for herself and her fans.

She walked up to the director and began speaking with him. You whistled along and got things into gear. As you were busy setting things up, you felt a looming shadow over you. You cocked an eyebrow as you turned back to see one of your fellow camera guys, Bently, there with you.

Bently: Morning (Y/N).

(Y/N): Bently, what can I do for you today?

Bently: I just had a theory.

(Y/N): If this is another one of your conspiracy theories, I don't want to hear it.

Bently: No. Well, kinda. Listen, just hear me out. (He knelt down beside you) Isn't it weird that Nessa only comes to our agency and no one else?

(Y/N): She has a good working relationship with Robert. What did you think?

Bently snapped his fingers, getting you to roll your eyes. You glanced back to Nessa talking with your director, Robert.

Bently: I'm thinking there is something between them. She comes to us because of a more...practical reason.

(Y/N): Alright. That's enough. Who cares? We get paid, and that's all that matters. Now shut up and get those sandbags ready.

Bently: Oh come on. You know very well there is something-

(Y/N): Sandbags!

Bently: Alright, alright. Geez.

Bently mumbled as he walked away. You rolled your eyes, unamused by the stupidity of your cremate. Still, you got things set up just as Nessa walked forward up to the set and got into position. Robert walked up and waved a few hands up to assist him. He gave a few waves, telling them where to go, and quickly they got set up.

Robert: Cameras?

(Y/N): Set boss.

Bently: Got it.

Nessa's eyes glanced over to you first. He looked you in the eyes for a few seconds as you looked at her. However, Robert's hands clapping shocked her out of it as she stared forward. The model began to do her thing, different poses here and there. It was more of the standard shoot than anything else, like you knew it was going to be. The only difference this time being that it was shot on a green screen as pose to on location.

A massive thunderstorm had been rolling through Galar over the last few days. Therefore, you and the rest of the photography company you worked for had to find a new way to plan out this shoot. While you guys could have re-scheduled the entire shoot, something with scheduling and working for Nessa and this magazine you guys were freelanced out to made the amounting pressure and deadlines really get to you all.

So now, here you guys were. You snapped a couple of shots every few seconds, doing what you could to go ahead and see what could happen. After a couple of minutes, of getting a couple of shots in, Robert waved his hand up a little to tell you guys and Nessa to stop. He walked over to you first, knelt down, and began to scan through a couple of your shots.

Robert: What do you think?

(Y/N): Lighting is good. At least on my end. I think we honestly got what we needed. We just slap this beaut on a background and then problem solved.

Robert: Good. (He stands up) Bently, let me see what you got!

As Robert walked to the other side of the shoot, you placed the camera back down on your tripod. Once you did, you looked up and saw Nessa's eyes shifting over to you. Before you could really get a word out, there was a single wink from Nessa. Was she...flirting? No. That wouldn't be right. On any level really. However, she looked away from you and stepped forward, and got things situated with Robert. You sighed a little, taking in a deep breath and getting things set up.

The rest of the shoot day was pretty much the same. A couple of snapshots here and there, talking with Robert, back to it, time and time again. After about 3 hours of the shoot, Robert finally said enough was enough and called it there. Nessa sighed a little and did some back stretches. She waved to a few of the guys backing up shop and walked out of the back towards the dressing room given to her.

You watched from the corner of your eye, seeing her step away from you and over and out the door. You smile a bit before returning to your gear. As you did, Bently slowly walked over and knelt down across from you. As he went to open his mouth, you raised your hand to stop him.

(Y/N): I don't want to hear it. Not a single word.

Bently: Come on. Let me have something here.

(Y/N): No. Don't really feel like it.

You got up and got things ready to leave for the day. It was slow for certain, but at the same time, that simplicity could lead to a life of some benefits. You went ahead and alerted Robert to your plan, and he agreed to let you go for the day. You went ahead and moved to get out from the back, a quicker and easier way to your car since it was in the back lot. The dumb building had you walking around the whole path just to get to the main doors of the studio.

As you were walking back, a door to a dressing room opened.

Nessa: Oh, you were one of those photographers from the shoot today.

You stopped yourself and turned your head. You were a bit stunned when you saw it was Nessa of all people. You knew you had to play this one cool. You smiled and nodded at her and turned a bit to her as well.

(Y/N): Yeah. It was a fun time. Hoped you enjoyed it.

Nessa: Yeah. It was nice. Like always. Seen you around before.

Nessa smiled and took a slight step forward. You smile a bit as she approached, still doing what you could to play cool. Your eyes shifted a little, unsure of what it was she was planning. You stood still, firm even, and smiled warmly at her. She got up to you, glancing at you up and down.

(Y/N): Can I help you with anything?

Nessa: You tell me.

(Y/N): You know, some people could consider this a little strong.

Nessa: I'm a strong trainer.

(Y/N): Sure you are. And a strong and confident person.

She laughed a little, placing her hands on your shoulders. You were slightly taken aback but you weren't going to be complaining. However, she steps back a bit and laughed a little.

Nessa: If you wanted me to go that far, you are going to have to prove it.

(Y/N): (Smirks) Meaning?

Nessa: Well, how about you let me show you for a brief moment?

(Y/N): Define brief.

Nessa: Oh, you'll see. So, are you in or do I need to do some more convincing?

(Y/N): Perhaps.

Nessa giggles and grabs your jacket collar slowly pulling you back into her dressing room. Your eyes went wide as you didn't know where this was going. But hey, you weren't going to be complaining about this development. No sir. No, you weren't.