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boy take it home on your camera phone

i'll make this pretty when I get home but this is an araizu dropbox

hi blair

[ this is probably a Bad Idea, all things considered, but convincing the studio to let them have use of the studio after-hours for well. other purposes, especially all that high tech equipment - to be honest, arashi's just glad that their agent decided not to question them too much about it.

that'd be embarrassing to explain.

there's a sofa in the middle of the room, one of the props from their photoshoot from earlier, and arashi wastes no time in sprawling out comfortably on the soft burgundy leather, stretching out lazily.

izumi's still setting up the camera, probably. he's the one that knows his way around behind the lens, not just in front of it. ]

Izumi-chaaaan~ ♪

[ it's in that singsong tone that arashi knows izumi usually gets annoyed by - she's still in that oversized cream sweater from their photoshoot earlier, one with a wide enough collar to expose one shoulder, and her jeans are skin tight, slung low over her hips. there's ash and gold on arashi's eyelids, a careless brush of vibrant red on her lips, hair artfully swept back and tousled.

because, you know, gotta look one's best in front of the camera, even if it's a sex tape. ]

Are you done with it yet? You're taking way too long to come over here to kiss me.

[ this is in no way a genuine complaint; she's just impatient. ]

[ izumi didn't know how it all came to this, tbh. it's all a blur, a flurry of bad decisions and some really good connections and topping it all off with sexual tension so intense that something like a sex tape should be inevitable for the both of them. they're at the top of the modeling world right now, or at least well above the rest, and it comes with its own perks, you know? so... why not.

not that izumi looks pleased with all this. he's frowning on concentration as he adjusts the camera; he's also taken care of the lighting too because shit like this has to be perfect. it really is as if they've planned this beforehand... ]

Do you want this to be perfect or not? [ can't believe arashi had the gall to complain and she'd been the one who proposed this idea in the first place. ] This is the last one, so be quiet.

[ might as well take advantage of the high-end equipment here; he'll edit the footage from all three cameras position at different angles later. he takes this chance to look at arashi through the lens, zooming into her features -

and the thought of ruining that artful makeup of hers makes him feel more excited than he really should, grinning to himself. ]

There, finished. [ it begins. pulling away from the camera one last time, he approaches the couch with arashi on it, placing a hand on her exposed shoulder and leaning down for a kiss that's a little too sweet for someone like him. ] You ready? Don't get stage fright now.

[ so smug... ]

[ they've both been in the industry long enough to know when the cameras are running, whether photo or video, so she's completely unfazed when she looks right into the camera and blows a kiss at him and follows it up with a lazy, catlike grin, right when izumi's looking through the lens and probably zooming in on her features.

it's deliberate, intentional, especially considering her next words: ] Make me.

[ and that's a challenge in and of itself - it shouldn't even come as a surprise, considering how stupidly competitive the both of them are even on a normal basis, even though this particular one is definitely laced with a lot more sexual tension than it would be on a normal basis.

the couch is spacious enough that even when she shifts on the couch to make room for izumi there's more than enough space for the both of them, and when he places a hand on her exposed shoulder and leans in for a kiss she returns it, enjoying the rare sweetness although she makes sure to flicker a glance towards the camera and its telltale flickering red light before she breaks the kiss, lipstick smudged and staining her lips darker.

and she laughs. ]

Didn't know you cared, Izumi-chan~ ♪ [ it's playful, teasing, especially when it's coupled with the way she wraps the fingers of one hand around his wrist, tugs just hard enough for him to lose his footing if he hadn't been paying attention earlier. ] Have you ever seen me get stage fright?

[ equally smug...

the kiss that she initiates this time around is a little less sweet, a little more hungry, because she's impatient. ]

Smile for the camera, Izumi-chan. [ it's murmured against his lips, soft enough that it may not even be caught on mic, but she makes sure to nick at his lower lip just enough for him to feel it. ] People are watching~

[ just another performance, right? ]

[ yet another performance, but it's as if izumi's going to let anyone else watch it. not only it'll jeopardize their careers now that they've gotten this far as supermodels, but he's not sure if the general public would ever be ready for these two to get it on.

it really is too bad though. pretty sure they'd both be rolling in dough if they actually joined the porn industry instead. guess they'll deal with this for now, but not before dealing with how annoyingly smug arashi is as of the moment. it's true that she's never been one to back down without a fight, but neither does he, and that's the fun part of whatever relationship they have right now.

he deepens the kiss, effectively shutting her up as he places one knee on the couch so that he's towering over her while making sure that his back isn't blocking the camera's view. ]

Do you really think you can outdo me in this, Naru-kun?

[ he can practically taste her lipstick as he breaks the kiss, only to nuzzle onto her neck to bite into the delicate skin there and sucking it. ah yes, hickeys - the bane of every model out there. arashi's going to despise him for marring her skin like this, and the very thought is making him harder than it should be. ]

Just gonna cover everything here... ♪ [ another bite, suck, and lick, grinning devilishly all the while - ] Making sure that everyone knows that someone's already claimed you.

[ because who else would be a bad enough bitch to take on arashi like this other than izumi? no one, of course ]

[ she's always enjoyed kissing - different people kiss differently, after all. mika is shy but eager, sometimes, and madara's happy to let her lead, but when it comes to izumi, it's always a toss-up between how it'll go. but it's a known fact that she pretty much can take anything that's thrown her way, and when he deepens the kiss, it's inviting, arashi tugging him down further, looping her arms around his shoulders - there's probably a bit more tongue and teeth than absolutely necessary, but hey, no harm in playing it up for the camera, right?

there's a breathy laugh and the edge of a snarky retort when izumi goes for her neck instead, and the sting of teeth at the sensitive spot where her neck meets the shoulder causes her to freeze up for a moment, a visible shudder coursing down her spine, culminating in a sound that spills from arashi's lips that sounds vaguely like a cross between a hiss and a moan.

her eyes narrow, and her fingers dig in hard into his shoulders, sharply manicured nails pressing down hard enough into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt for him to feel it before they rake down his back - if not for the layer of fabric, there would probably be dark pink lines down the expanse of izumi's back.

it's a warning, even as she shudders and jerks back, the hickey dark against her skin and her hair tousled, falling into her eyes. ]

You're going to have to do a lot better to claim me, Izumi-chan~ ♪

[ did you think she was going to go down that easy?

she's still conscious of the camera, hooking one leg around izumi's hip to grind against him, as one hand finds its way into the silver locks of his hair, letting her fingers card through the strands lightly before she grasps a fistful and tugs. ]

[ they're both super competitive, so even a mere gesture such a kissing would feel like a contest of some kind - who runs out of breath first, who gets to pin who to the wall or whatever, so izumi's kisses tend to be rough. and hungry. but this should be appealing enough for the camera, right? especially when he's done marking her neck, because he's going to make sure that it'll take days for them to vanish.

he groans at the nails on his back, getting more turned on from the roughness of it all as he presses himself even closer to arashi to get more of that friction. they're both dressed so nicely too... it'd be a shame if these outfits will get ruined from their haze of passion that'll happen in the long run. hold on, he'll sit down on the couch for a moment, shifting so that they'll both be in the camera before kissing her hard on the lips once more, one hand on her shoulder, pulling down the collar of her sweater a bit to expose more of that collarbone while the other trails down, down, down her arm and onto her thigh.

so impatient. but hey, the sooner he gets into her pants, the better. ]

[ she's going to kill him, probably.

or maybe make izumi beg, later, as payback for what he's doing, marking up her perfect skin but she's used to the way that he moves, arashi shifting along with him, grabbing at fabric to use as some kind of hold before pushing herself upwards so that she's sort of straddling izumi even when he's seated, rocking her hips sharply down into his as they continue kissing, smudging her dark red lipstick even more, messy and unrefined.

arashi runs out of breath first, this time.

her head falls back as she breaks the kiss, letting go of the bunched up fabric between her fingers and drawing in a sharp inhale that sounds way too sharp and way too loud in the silence of the studio. when she speaks again, she's mostly breathless although there's a distinctive lack of a waver in her tone, shifting her weight so that she's pressing her thigh into his hand, her own hands toying with the buttons on izumi's shirt, half-prepared to either undo them or rip them off casually, probably. ]

Ah, ah-- careful. That's expensive. Undress me properly, at least.

[ you heard her, izumi. get to it. maybe she won't ruin your outfit in return. ]

Mm, I thought you'd want me to ravish you right now... ♪

[ a low chuckle, but it only proves how impatient he really is right now. but fine, he'll be careful in undressing her but only because the outfits they're wearing cost more than a mere studio apartment in the city smh. so he slowly peels off her top, placing it aside instead of throwing it to the corner of the room like you'd usually do and -

just leans back to admire her figure from here. for all his teasing on how arashi gains muscle rather easily, he does like how strong her arms look compared to his, and he can't help but stroke his hand up and down one of them soothingly. ]

It would be better if we're doing this on a bed, you know. [ is he stalling? probably. could be another tactic to rile her up, and he bucks his hips up to meet hers so suddenly. ] I'm already forgetting that something's filming us.

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boy take it home on your camera phone

supermodel au, probably

arrives here an eternity later, CHRIST

also arrives here after eternity and a day (or two)

AHHHHH slowburn

the slowest

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