Photographer 2
Prompt: BSTS guys’ reactions to MC being the photographer for the pictures we see on cards, either for events or for a new MV.
Gender: gn!Reader
Prologue (where you catch them in their natural environment to photograph them):
“(Y/n), c-can I ask you for help?” Unei stuttered. “Starless is coming out with a magazine, and the owner asked me to t-take pictures of the cast members.”
Seeing your surprised reaction, the intern bowed and apologized, “I am s-sorry for bothering you! But, the owner wants me to take pictures secretly. I-If I get caught, then…”
Unei looked like he was about to cry. Even you shuddered at the thought of what some of the cast members would do if they learned he was stalking them.
“Leave it to me, Unei!” You said confidently.
You followed Kei around as discreetly as you could. Though you knew he was popular, you were still shocked at how much attention he got everywhere he went. Yes, he was sexy, breathtaking, tall, muscular, had piercing eyes and a captivating aura, and his presence was enough to make people freeze in their place, but…you wanted people to stop staring at him.
Kei sat down to enjoy his coffee and donut, giving you a chance to finally catch your breath. How can he look so sexy enjoying a snack? You thought while taking out your camera. Perfect.
After taking a few pictures, you scrolled through them to check your work, and when you looked back up, Kei was gone. “Where did he go?”
A hand snaked around your waist from behind, followed by a husky whisper in your ear, “Right here.”
“K-Kei…how long…?”
“The entire time,” he replied and pressed his lips on your neck. “I must say you look rather cute when you are jealous. If you want my attention, all you have to do is ask. Now for your punishment for following me around…you will have to spend the entire day with me. in. my bed.”
Getting a photo of Ginsei in his natural environment was far more difficult than you expected. He was either running around, looked exhausted from overworking, or seemed nervous.
You nearly wanted to give up and tell him to pose from you, but as soon as you opened the door to the rehearsal room, your jaw dropped. Grabbing your camera, you quickly snapped a few pictures.
Ginsei looked at you questioningly as he wiped the sweat off his face. His eyes still held a seductive expression, and you weren’t sure whether to stare at his face or his exposed abs. For a while, neither you nor Ginsei said anything – you stared at him, and he stared back at you.
“Why is your face getting so red?” He asked. At first, you thought he was genuinely questioning you, but then you saw his teasing smirk. Much to your surprise, Ginsei removed his t-shirt and tossed it aside. “Is there anything else you want me to remove?”
Kokuyou was too sharp for his own good. Every time you tried to sneakily take pictures of him, he caught you. Thankfully, you managed to hide your camera each time.
“Unei, have you seen Kokuyou?”
The intern informed you that he was in the rehearsal room with Mokuren and Mizuki getting ready for their performance. “It’s now or never…”
You took a deep breath, readied your camera, and flung open the door. Within a few seconds, you snapped as many photos as you could and ran away. After you reached a safe place, you scrolled through the pictures. “They…were changing?”
Your face turned crimson upon seeing Kokuyou putting on his belt. “Too bad…”
“Too bad you didn’t come in earlier when I was putting on my pants?”
Slowly turning around, you saw the redhead staring at you with a raised eyebrow. Kokuyou’s lips curled into a smirk as he stepped closer and closer to you. “What’s with the red face? Is your mind wandering to dirty places?”
How were you supposed to take a picture of Menou in his natural habitat when all he did was sleep? You strolled into Team P’s room to find Menou sitting with his back turned to you. Hoping your luck would change, you took a seat in front of him. “Hey, Menou…”
“Is it me, or is it hot in here?” He replied, his words slurring a bit.
“Are you dr-”
As soon as your eyes landed on him, your jaw dropped. Menou’s yukata was slipping off his shoulders, his chest and abs showing, and a part of his thigh was visible. He glanced at you with flushed cheeks and smiled playfully, “Do you like what you see?”
Taking out your camera, you took countless photos before returning your eyes to Menou. He beckoned you to come over, still staring with a sultry gaze. “Come here.”
You straddled his lap and rested your hands on his toned, bare chest. Before you could say anything, Menou locked his lips with you. A sweet and bitter taste filled your mind, and the rest of the night was a blur.
Team C was taking a break from rehearsals, but Qu was nowhere in sight. Thinking that you could get a picture of him for the magazine, you went in search of him. He was in his rehearsal clothes, the same outfit you had seen him in countless times, so why were you getting affected this time around? For a while, you traced the sweat droplets rolling down his muscular back with your eyes.
Initially, Qu ignored your presence, thinking it was one of his teammates getting a drink from the vending machine, but when he heard a clicking sound, he turned around. Qu gave you a curious look at first, but seeing your red cheeks, he chuckled. “Were you taking pictures of me?”
“Qu, the break is over!” Hari called out to him from the adjacent hall.
Though he didn’t say it out loud, Qu knew what you were thinking. He walked closer to you and brought his lips close to your ear, “Don’t look so disappointed, my dear. Come to the shower area in the locker room in an hour.”
Prologue (where they model for you, so you can photograph them):
”(Y/n), c-can I ask you for help? P-Please don’t say no!“ He bowed his head and sighed, “You are the only one I can count on.”
“You know, I will always help out! What do you need my help with?” You chuckled.
“Well, Starless’s photographer is too scared to come back here…,” he started explaining, “so if you could act his substitute…”
“But why is he scared?”
“A few days back, he accidentally got locked in a room with Sotetsu, Ran, Mizuki, Rico, and Menou. Since then, he refuses to come back…”
You weren’t sure whether to laugh or feel bad for the photographer, but regardless, you were more than happy to do his job.
You took photos upon photos, but none of them appealed to you. Did he look sexy in all of them? Yes, but as his biggest fan and lover, you wanted to be selfish and submit a picture of Sotetsu that you liked.
“Let’s take a break,” you smiled and scrolled through the photos you took.
Sotetsu watched your expressions quietly; usually, you were like an open book to him, but today, he was having a hard time reading your mind.
“Sotetsu, why are you staring at me?” You asked, looking at him through the camera lens. Clicking a picture, you raised your eyebrow and looked at his fingers under his t-shirt, “So…what are you doing?”
“Not being able to read your mind is turning me on,” he playfully responded. “Want to help me?”
“Here? Seriously? And what do you mean by not being able to read my mind?”
You didn’t get a reply from him as he pinned you against the wall and captured your lips. Unfortunately for Unei, photos of Sotetsu’s anniversary pictures were not the only thing he found on the camera’s memory card.
“Yoshino, if it’s okay with you, I want to see a different side of you in this photoshoot.”
After taking a few photos, you scrolled through them. He looked good in them, but none of the pictures reflected what you had in mind. Reading your mind, Yoshino averted his eyes, “Seems like none of those photos are to your liking.”
“Oh, that’s not-”
The singer shook his head and smiled, “I want to give my best, so will you tell me what you have in mind?”
“S-Sure. I was thinking something sexy and dark? How do I give an example?”
The room was silent for a while until Yoshino spoke, “Dark and sexy like you wearing lingerie with a collar around your neck while I hold your leash and a whip in my hand?”
Your head shot up to find Yoshino sitting with his legs crossed and a dominating glint flickering in his eyes. Holding onto your breath, you took a photo of him. “P-Perfect…”
“I’m glad,” he replied. “Did you like my description? If so, would you like to come home with me after work?”
“Akira, stop playing around! These photos are turning out blurry.”
The singer laughed, “Someone is in a bad mood. Did somethin’ happen?”
You glared at him quietly as you continued the photoshoot. Akira’s confidence started to waver when you didn’t talk to him for 15 minutes straight. Maybe you were too focused on the photoshoot? Maybe you were nervous about the photoshoot? Oh, could you be taken by his handsomeness? Maybe…he messed up? He did something to make you angry, didn’t he?
Akira sighed, “Okay, what did I do to make you upset?”
After a while of pushing you to answer, you finally replied, “You gave all your fans a White Day gift, but you forgot me!”
“But you’re more than a fan, so why would I give you a gift here?”
“What does that mean?”
“A special person deserves a special gift.” Akira rested his elbow on his propped knee and flashed a charming smile while winking, “You will get your gift once we are alone at home.”
“Sin, you look good in all these photos. Which one should I hand to Unei? Let’s see…,” you mumbled as you went through the photos one by one.
When he didn’t reply, you shifted your eyes up to find him intensely watching you. Though your mind froze under his gaze, you managed to snap a photo of him.
Your eyes wander lower to his tattoo before landing on his thumb hooked onto his belt. Gulping, you shyly asked, “Need…help with that?”
Sin smirked, knowing well what you were hinting at. “We are in public.”
His husky voice made you shiver, but his response disappointed you. Seeing your pout, Sin gently took hold of your chin and lifted your gaze to meet his, “The longer a candle burns, the brighter the flames.”
“What does that mean?”
“That is for you to figure out,” Sin smiled while tracing your lips with his thumb. He silently got up and made his way to the locker room, hoping his words would distract your desires for the time being.
Mokuren was patient for a while until you heard their stomach growl. You apologized to them for taking your time with the photoshoot and asked them to wait a moment.
Returning from the kitchen, you handed Moku a snack. While they enjoyed the snack, you played around with the camera. Then you looked through the lens and saw them wiping off cream cheese from the corner of their mouth while staring sharply at you. Click.
Mokuren raised an eyebrow while taking another bite of the bagel. Gulping, you set the camera aside and walked closer to them. Wordlessly, you brought your face closer to them and ran your tongue along their strawberry and cream cheese-coated lips. “Delicious…”
Team C’s leader chuckled, “Are you sure you have time for this? What about the photoshoot?”
“I already got the perfect photo. You’re not the only one who is hungry, Mokuren,” you whispered in their ears before pressing your lips on their neck.
You couldn’t stop staring at Kongou’s exposed chest. How can someone so soft and gentle look this sexy? Throughout the photoshoot, you had to force yourself to focus and not let your mind wander.
Out of nowhere, Kongou decided it was a good idea to drink in such a way that the water dripped down his face. Did it make for a sexy photo? Yes. Did it kill your self-control? YES.
“(Y/n), are you okay? Your face is red.”
If this statement came from some of the other men in Starless, you would have thought they were teasing you, but coming from Kongou, it was nothing more than concern.
You nodded slightly as you watched the water droplets travel down his chin, neck, and onto his fine sculpted abs. “No, actually, I’m not okay.”
Before Kongou could say anything more, you kneeled between his legs and licked the drops off his chest. “This is your fault…for looking so sexy.”
“I’m so-sorry…,” he whispered and cupped your cheeks. “Not here, it’s too dangerous. I promise to love you as long as you want after work is over.”
You were nervous about the photoshoot, but Ran’s antics and modeling abilities made you forget all about your shaking hands and pounding heart.
A few minutes into the photoshoot, Ran pulled a cool pose. You were happy with that picture and showed it to him. “I think we are all se-”
As you rechecked the photo in detail, your eyes landed on his thumb. For a moment, you stared at that spot, not realizing Ran was studying your expressions.
“(Y/n), I want to take a few more photos just in case~,” he flashed a wide grin. Much to your surprise, Ran took off his belt and unzipped his pant’s zipper.
“R-Ran?” You stared at him in shock, nearly dropping the camera.
“Hm? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Ran laughed, “I am just granting your wish…or do you want me to remove everything?”
Rico was surprisingly patient as you took a few practice pics of him.
“I think I’m getting a hang of this,” you hummed.
“Good. This necklace is annoying me…the clasp is poking my neck,” he frowned slightly.
Looking up, you saw Rico’s jacket slipping off his shoulder while he tried to fix the clasp. Click. Click. Click.
His emerald eyes stared at you curiously as if asking why did you take those pictures. Setting aside your camera, you kneeled next to him and unhooked the necklace.
“Your skin is a bit red in that area.” Before Rico could say anything, you pressed your lips on his skin where the clasp once rested.
A smirk formed on his lips, “Am I that irresistible that you can’t keep your hands off me?”
“What if I say yes?” You asked shyly.
The last thing you remembered was Rico hovering above you, staring at you with lustful eyes, as you hoped that no one would hear the two of you or walk into the room.