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[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 10

video taping - suna rintarou x reader

word count: 592

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Suna had many pictures of you. And he didn’t just mean innocent ones of you eating ice cream or holding up a peace sign. He meant the racy ones that he kept under lock and key in a hidden folder on his phone that only opened by face recognition. Whether they were nudes you had sent him at some point during your many late night texting conversations, or pictures he had personally taken of you when you were getting hot and heavy, the fox-eyed pro athlete had a sturdy roster of materials he could use to jack off to during volleyball season away games, where many weeks would go by before he could feel your body against his again.

It was during a particularly rough two month stint away from home when Suna realized that even though he had a wide variety of photos of you in compromising positions, he was severely lacking in videos.

Well, that just wouldn't do.

So the next time he had you sitting on the floor between his legs, head bobbing up and down on his dick as you slowly licked and sucked over him, he reached for his phone, clicking the record button to capture the sight in front of him. He couldn’t resist. There’s no way he could pass this up. This was something he needed desperately in his wank bank.

“Rin, what are you doing?” You inquired with a quizzical look on your face, one of your hands wrapped around the base of his cock, the tip mere inches from your shiny lips. Suna felt himself twitch, hips jerking up a bit until your mouth kissed his dick again.

“Keep going baby, c’mon.” His voice was already wrecked, watching you through the phone screen as his hand reached behind your head, coaxing you down until your mouth had opened again to welcome him inside. He sighed in relief and hummed his approval, watching you get back to work.

There was something so fucking hot about watching all this through a screen, especially when he could feel what was happening right behind the camera. You looked up into the camera lens as you slurped all over his cock, eyes swimming with tears when he hit the back of your throat, one hand holding his shaft steady while the other toyed with his balls.

“That’s it, baby.” Suna groaned. “You’re a natural. The camera loves you.”

That got a moan out of you, making Suna curse and struggle to not let his head fall back and eyes slip shut. He needed to watch this, needed to see, even though this would be on video, he needed to see it as it was happening, as you really got into the whole camera thing.

There was another thing he really needed to get on film. So as he felt himself getting closer to the brink, he pulled your head off, groaning when you immediately replaced your mouth with your hand and stroked him fast and tight until he came in long spurts all over your face, your mouth open to catch just a little bit on your tongue. The sight made Suna dizzy with pleasure, and when you looked up at the camera, tongue still hanging out and face covered in white, he nearly came again.

That video carried Suna’s orgasms on its back for the next two weeks he spent away from you for game season. And Suna vowed he could get more videos of you, ideas of different positions and angles racing through his head already.

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[jikyuuryoku]

i asked:

“How about you come and sleep in my bed? I’ll watch over you while you fall asleep, I promise.” (ayy lmao gimme that s1 goodness)

@dxving​ / @petrichaxx​ replied:

Sleep, for Rin, was, is, and forever will be a roulette – will he find peace, or will terror seize his mind once more? Thankfully, nightmares seem less common with age – and effort. He keeps them at bay with exhausting workouts, pushing himself to the limit in the pool day in and day out, with books about nutrition, and with studying the regimens of previous Olympians in the hopes those will shape his unconscious. If he could force his pain down, if he could fill his mind and memory with victory and success, maybe he could keep those unsavory ideas at bay.

Yet, time after time, traumatic memories trample every precaution he’s taken.

The elder jolts straight upright, trembling, gasping for breath; vaguely, he hears movement, a weight shifting above him. The room seems unfamiliar; he’s disoriented for the moment. He’s trapped in the memories of his younger self, trying to understand why he’s not in his childhood bedroom and instead in a cramped, dual-desked dormitory. Mind tries to find the present, but he’s unforgivingly stuck. A dull noise in the background echos, beginning to become more clear, before finally he’s able to register there’s a voice bringing him back; a quiet, timid Rin-senpai? that isn’t quite able to pull his eyes from his covers.

It’s not until Nitori slowly sets a hand down on his bed, pressing into the sheets and leaning over to find his gaze that he gets a reaction – seeming as if he’s trying to draw Rin’s attention without startling the elder; as if he thinks the shark himself is afraid. Perhaps it isn’t the worst idea; Rin turns after another minute, tentatively meeting cerulean hues. A crack of thunder; he’d be embarrassed at how he flinched, if he was in a normal mindset.

( Of course it’s storming. )

Nitori’s voice is gentle and soothing, even if Rin wouldn’t admit it out loud. He’s kind and calm; always eager to offer protection against the tempest outside (or the one in Rin’s mind). That’s what he gives the elder – a reprieve. It’s what he provides time and time again, in compliments, in conversation, in an unapologetic companionship that makes Rin wonder (in rare moments such as this) why someone so selfless chooses to seek out someone like him.

He isn’t thinking straight – that’s his excuse. He’s exhausted and anxious and just wants to be ready to practice for his upcoming race– another. His bed feels gross, sheets damp from how he’d sweat through them; his shirt sticks to his form with every movement. He can’t rest here comfortably. That settles things.

In a move nothing short of shocking, he accepts. It’s nothing flashy, not the overconfidence he normally exudes – he’s barely half himself, still hasn’t said a word. Even his agreement comes in the form of nothing but a silent nod, looking through Ai rather than at him. He just needs a nap, is all; it’s the easiest way of calibrating his emotions, other than swimming (though the remaining nausea makes that seem like a bad idea).

Ai is the first to move, probably heading back up the ladder to shift things in his bed. Papers, from the sound of it – maybe he was studying, or trying to do homework up there? Figures. Rin takes a moment to consider his options. He’s cooled down, but his shirt is still damp, especially along his back. Best case scenario he could run down to the shared showers to rinse off, but an unnecessary interaction with another, in his state, isn’t something he desires right now. At least Ai knows when to back off, easily picking up cues to a flaring temper or unfriendly body language others may miss or ignore. What if he ran into Seijuuro? Ugh.

He doesn’t feel like leaving now anyway; stepping out of bed, padding along the carpet, he shucks his damp shirt into his dirty laundry and grabs a fresh tank from the closet. If nothing else, he wanted to be dry. He lets out a sigh, as if a new breath will refresh his brain and prevent the same nightmare from rearing in this go-round. A moment lingering, rubbing his arm as if trying to reassure himself, before he turns to find the duckling. Not that it’s hard in their limited space.

“You don’t… you don’t have to stay.” He offers, sounding entirely unconvincing. The hesitation in his voice is clearer than he’d like. “–if you were going to meetup for your studygroup. Unless–” And he almost sounds hopeful, normal indifference breaking under the pressure of a cold, dark room and the resounding clap of thunder behind the window. “–you have the time, then….I’d prefer you stay, I guess.”

Ai knew the signs for Rin’s hard, tumultuous nights almost as well as he knew his study material: could identify the shaking of the bed as Rin tosses and turns, and the way he seems to moan and groan in his sleep in a way that is so indicative of pain it makes Ai’s heart ache. Ai thinks there’s a correlation with the weather outside, too; he can easily guess that if lightning and thunder overtake the night sky, Rin is likely in a state of compromise.

As well, he knew it wasn’t just nightmares. Ai knew that sometimes, Rin couldn’t sleep at all; his anxiety and trauma would manifest itself so potently he remains awake. Ai can recall nights where their dorm door opened and closed multiple times with Rin leaving the room, either to go on an extended jog, or to take an extended shower, or to swim more laps. Anything to stop his racing thoughts, Ai would think.

Ai was familiar with all of it - it’s why, for him,. it’s a no brainer to at least try and help. Most nights he’d climb down to the bottom bunk and simply sit at Rin’s bedside, trying to wake him up and calm him down. Ai himself wasn’t too fond of thunder and lightning; he had a child-like fear of it, and it often kept him up late at night, too. It’s why Rin would find study material on Ai’s bunk; he couldn’t sleep, either. Not for want of a peaceful mind, but for want of a distraction until the weather passes.

He’s honestly a little surprised Rin takes him up on his offer; though they’ve grown a little closer over the past few months, and though Ai has been there for Rin on countless nights, it seemed almost too intimate to even suggest. But it wasn’t done on a whim; Ai can recall Rin mentioning the way he and his sister would huddle together during nights where they couldn’t sleep as kids. It wasn’t the same, but...

But. Ai knew he had to help, and knew he had to try.

He lets Rin climb up the bunk first, and Ai is mindful to go into his closet to pull out a sports rag; he also collects Rin’s phone off the bottom bunk. Once back up top, he sets the rag and phone within reaching distance for Rin. Wonders if maybe he should have gotten him a glass of water, too. He waits until Rin’s settled in to do the same; faces him, and if Ai’s heart thrums between their proximity, he can’t hear it or feel it under the mounting feelings of worry and concern and compassion. Ai shakes his head, and sits back up again to make good on his word, tossing a book, a pen, and a few notebooks off from his bed down onto the floor below; he’d deal with them later, “No, I wasn’t.” His smile is a bit self-conscious as he turns back to Rin, “Actually, I couldn’t sleep either. I was studying to try and pass the time.” 

Ai lays back down, and shifts closer. Contemplates something for a moment, seemingly, before resolutely shifting closer again, with a hand coming to the back of Rin’s head, urging him against Ai’s chest. It was protective; close, caring, and maybe overstepping boundaries. And he has a mind to apologize for even closing that space, but still, he thinks to images of Rin and Gou as children-- and thinks to memories of himself as a kid, scared of the lightning and burying his face in his dog’s fur to try and hide from it. It wasn’t the same, but.

But. He knew he had to try.

“Were you having a nightmare?” he finally asks; not for an answer, Ai obviously knows the answer. But - as he does every time he asks Rin - he hopes it’ll help Rin talk out his thoughts, a little. Maybe to help them stop circulating inside his head.

[gotstory]

My 20 Year Old Idol Husband - Day 12 [ Together]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8 / Day 9 / Day 10 / Day 11 / Day 12 /

In the bustling hub of Seoul's Incheon Airport, two suspicious looking men were hunched over a cup of coffee at a cafe while facing the glass doors of the arrival gates. Their anxiety hidden behind black caps, black hoodies and face masks.

They were desperately trying not to attract any attention while hoping to catch sight of the tall, well-built, and ever-familiar silhouette of Jeon Jungkook upon his arrival.

No one else knew about the arrival. Not even the managers, the company, or the other members - except these 2 men, one of which had nearly suffered a panic attack over the phone.

--- 3 days ago ---

"I'm leaving BTS." Jungkook's clear voice pierced through the phone like a sharp arrow.

The worse nightmare had come true for none other than BTS' leader, Kim Namjoon, as the 3 words hit his ears. But his head and heart rejected it as fast as a ball bouncing off a brick wall.

There was no way his precious golden maknae; their lead singer, the centre of the group, would ever say something like that.

No. He's testing me.

"Namjoon hyung? Are you there, can you hear me?" Jungkook's voice was clear as day and there was no mistake.

Namjoon knew there had to be something more than met the eye, and if he wanted to find out what it was, the only way was to go along with Jungkook.

"Fine. If that so be your desire."

There was silence on the other end of the line thereafter and Namjoon knew perfectly how to use it. Unlike the young and impulsive Jungkook, the leader let his silence do the talking.

"R-r-re-really Hyung?" came Jungkook's meekly surprised response.

Namjoon hummed in thought, "Hmm, I never saw this coming but like you always say to me - You're an adult now and the hyungs are proud of you for being able to stand on your own two feet."

Jungkook burst out in delirium, and Namjoon knew he'd caught him right on the bait. "Hyung! You're really letting me go, just like that?"

"Isn't that what you called to tell me? Or did I hear it wrong?"

Namjoon laughed and continued, "You said 'Hyung, I'm leaving BTS', right?"

At once, Jungkook knew he was read by his Hyung, like an open book with large alphabets; even colourful pictures. He could scarcely hide a thing from him and it didn't matter even if he was miles away - it was Kim Namjoon; the brain, the leader, the one who was always watching out for them over the last 5 years.

Namjoon softened his tease when the silence grew a little too uncomfortable, "Look Jungkook-ah, I mean like... is there something else going on that I should know about? Maybe we could talk about it - if you wanna... ... you still in Busan with Jimin, right?"

A wave of guilty hit him for lying to his hyung, the one who only cared for his wellbeing above himself.

Meekly he answered, "Actually... I.... didn't go to Busan... I..." his voice trailed off.

Namjoom gently urged him on, "So you... are... in...?"

In a single breath, Jungkook 'fessed up like he was kneeling before Namjoon in confession. "I f-flew b-back to Europe," he stuttered, "and I'm with Chae-rin..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhh...... I SEE!" Namjoon put the pieces together instantly, thinking he had got the Jungkook puzzled figured out.

"Ahhh.. You cutie, SO in love that you don't wanna leave her huh, awwwwwwwwwwwww! CUUUUUTE."

Jungkook pursed his lips in response. "Uh not so much of that, it's more of I can't."

Namjoon felt a knot in his stomach and asked cautiously, "Did something bad happen?"

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"Jimin-ah," Namjoon nudged his elbow across the coffee table, "did Jungkook tell you what happened?"

He pouted slightly with his plump pink lips, "I was about to ask you that since he called you." Jimin said, equally curious.

As it turned out, Jungkook refused to tell them about the news, only compromising a little after Namjoon promised not to freak out. "It's a game changer." He said, and let Jimin in on the details of his arrival, so they could hear his news together when he returned as planned.

Namjoon recounted the conversation for Jimin, "he said he can't leave Chae-rin so I said 'Fine, then bring her back with you.' and so he said he would."

Jimin started fiddling with his ring, a sign that he was nervous in thought. "What are we gonna tell the rest when we go back? Did he say how long she'd be here for?"

His question was met with a quick shrug, "He didn't - but it felt like he was never ever gonna let her out of his sight and I don't know why. The suspense is killing me, Jimin-ah." Namjoon accidentally flipped off his hood and started ruffling his bright blonde hair, causing a few others nearby to briefly turn in their direction.

Hurriedly, Jimin reached across to pull the hood gently back over his head, but knocking over his cup of drink. "Ah hyung! It's all your fault! we're gonna get found out!"

The clumsy duo hushed themselves and continued their conversation, "Anyway..." Jimin continued, "in the time she's with us, we've got to make sure none of the managers come in. I'm not worried about the rest, just... Tae-hyungie..."

"Aishhh, Tae! We really need to have a meeting about this later on, this is driving me nuts, can he just hurry come and-- OH OH OH!" In the distance, Jungkook appeared, fully masked in black from top to toe, head bowed and walking in large strides as usual.

A few bodies away, Chae-rin strolled in after him, keeping her distance naturally. It was obvious that Jungkook was keeping her in sight even though they were walking apart from his constant pauses to look around.

Hurriedly, Jimin and Namjoon got up and made their way nearer to the gate, cautious to be behind the crowd who were waiting for their friends and family.

Jungkook saw his hyungs from afar and went nearer to Chae-rin, speaking to her behind his mask, and moving away once he was done.

"There, in black hoods in 2 o'clock. Jimin and Namjoon hyung."

You nodded as you caught sight of them, stifling a laugh as they were covered up like thieves. You made eye contact with Jimin as he continued watching you, pulling down his mask for a second as he mouthed a smiling 'welcome'.

That sweet eye-smile calmed your nerves after the long flight, and made you feel that you truly had family here, in Seoul. You admit that aside from Jungkook, you missed Jimin the most, having known him a little better than the rest. He was also always the one sending you photos of Jungkook.

When all four of you were packed into the taxi, the boys could finally breath freely as they removed their hoods, masks and glasses.

Namjoon was the first to let out his pent up emotions at the youngest.

"You. Talk. NOW!"

Jungkook, with his signature shocked eyes and slightly parted mouth, darted his eyes to you - and then Jimin, and to the driver.

"Yes. Now." Jimin reiterated, the leisurely smile completely wiped from his face.

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(Chae-rin's/Your POV)

Jungkook looked hesitant and you could understand how he felt. After all, you were the one who was against this whole idea of coming here, staying in the dorm, and he didn't want to upset anyone - you included.

So you chose to speak.

"Guys, I'm ... pregnant."

Jimin who was in the front seat, let out a long and instinctive high-pitched shout.

"whuuuudddddddddddd???"

Namjoon on the other hand, was shocked to silence, his jaw dropping in an instant.

Jungkook quickly reached for your hand, clasping it tightly, and the shocked eyes of the boys followed.

"Yes hyung. She has no one else but me - and I have no one else, but you hyungs. So, we're all in this, TOGETHER."

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