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thinking about model!hoshina / narumi (orrr your fave bcs anyone works well in this i think) who's recently signed a contract with a cosmetic brand, and when he's called in for the scheduled shooting for the promotional advertisements, he requests that you come along with him to the studio.
"remind me again why i'm here with you?" you say, feeling out of place in a room full of professional photographers, makeup artists, hair stylists and other sophisticated and flamboyant-looking people you don't know the name of their jobs to.
you send a questioning look to your boyfriend, who has been cleaned up well by his stylist team; clad in a long-sleeved shirt unbuttoned at the top to expose that gorgeous smooth skin and sinewy muscles underneath along with a pair of loose trousers. shiny metal rings adorn his lithe fingers and a thin silver chain hangs on his collarbones. his hair is handsomely mussed up, the rugged and messy style acting as the final touch to his already good looks.
the two of you are already standing at the shooting set, with him sitting leisurely on a square-shaped prop seat, a few of the staffs scurrying around to fix the lightings and other props alike.
giving you a lopsided smile, he answers, "you're doing the photoshoot with me, of course." you raise a confused eyebrow before glancing down at your outfit, then back at him. "i'm literally in a t-shirt and sweatpants right now." you flatly say.
he grins and pulls you to stand between his spread legs, hands comfortable on your waist before he deliberately trails them down to the side of your hips, sneaking under the oversized shirt that he knows you'd stolen from his wardrobe. he smiles at the thought, something akin to possessiveness swelling in his chest.
"you still look good like this, baby... but then again, you look good all the time," he drawls, staring up at you with those heavy lidded eyes, causing you to playfully roll yours. his thumbs rub gentle circles on your skin as you settle your hands on his shoulders, gazing back at him like magnets of unlike poles being pulled towards each other.
the tension between you breaks when a staff walks up, a tube of... lipstick? in her hand as she approaches. wordlessly, he takes the tube from her and turns to you with a pointed look. "is that what you're shooting for?" you ask, noting the cosmetic's pretty shade of crimson as he rolls it up.
"mhm," he hums low in affirmation, and as he brings it up to your face is when you stop his hand, confusion taking over your expression. "wait, what are you doing?"
"putting this on you?" he cutely frowns like the answer isn't obvious enough already, the sight a bit of a contrast to his manly appearance. you chuckle slightly in response. "i know, i can see that. but why?"
"you'll figure it out later."
when you finally did put the lipstick on (he insisted that he help you with it, of course), the man had to resist from pulling you to the backroom somewhere lest he starts a sloppy make out session with you right then and there but instead he says, "'kay, now give me a peck."
it takes you a few blinks to finally register what his photoshoot's concept is. no less than a second later, you lean in, hands cradling his sharp jawlines as you press a kiss against the corner of his mouth, firm, intimate and just shy from his plush lips.
you can hear the faint, sharp intake of his breath as you slowly drag your lips to his, planting a sweet peck that results in a soft yet audible smooching sound when you pull away. you take in his final look, and your eyes were nearly filled with hearts then.
the new addition of the red pigment smeared on his skin makes him look all the more alluring and wild, downright sexy the longer you stare at it.
you don't even realize that your boyfriend had said his thanks for your quote unquote contribution, nor do you realize he had gently pushed you away to the side so he could proceed with the photoshoot, a smirk curling at his lips at your dazed and mesmerized eyes.
as if madly hypnotized, you ogle him from out of the camera frame like a sailor being lured in by a siren. it feels... satisfying somehow, to see him with marks like that. your marks, to be specific. it just further emphasizes his willingness and desire to be openly claimed by you, to have a reminder of you on whatever part of his skin.
guess you technically are doing the photoshoot with him...
yea so i had a thought.
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