(EXPLIT CONTENT)
(Yonji x Male Reader)

"Please young prince. Stand still." You grumbled, "Your brothers had less trouble than this."

"But my arm hurts!"

You peaked over the piece you were working on to Yonji. He sat haphazardly holding a septer up to be pointing it off to the distance. He sat in golds, and a cape of green and fur. Sighing you looked back to the piece almost being done. He has been sitting like that for a couple of hours. You set your brush and paint down.

"Alright we both could use a break." You sighed.

Yonji sighed setting his arm down. He turned to you and chuckled softly.

"Whats so funny?" You asked.

"You got a little something. Right here." He gestured tapping his cheek. Wiping the back of your hand to the green paint wiped across it.

"Oh."

"You look real handsome under a shade of green like that." Yonji smirked. You cocked a brow to him crossing your arms.

"Oh? Are you referring to yourself?" You asked. He got up taking his cape off. You furrowed as he stepped up to you.

"How about we make our own little master piece."

"Yonji! You ruined the-"

Rolling his eyes he leaned in and kissed you softly. You hesitated before kissing him back. You pulled back holding out your hands.

"Lemme go wash up first." You said showing your dirty painted hands.

"Why don't we... make a mess instead." He smirked stripping off his nice clothes and he pressed a painted hand to his chest. Yonji helped strip you of your clothes before the two of you were mounted on the couch.

"Wouldn't that be sexy?" You grinned.

"What?" He asked.

"Someone paints us. Naked and exposed like this. And hang it out for everyone to see. That would truly be a master piece." You hummed. Yonji grinned.

And the painting went up. Almost finished but.... there was something missing. The family complimented your work. Reiju hummed standing beside you.

"Yonji looks quite handsome. But. I feel it's missing something." She said.

"That's what I've been thinking." You sighed.

"It's missing you."

You turned to her with a smirk on her lips. You swallowed thickly as you turned away.

"I know of you and Yonji's... affairs. He truly does love you. I think it should be exclusive."

"As much as I want my relationship with Yonji to be.. exclusive... I'm just a painter. Not some prince I can't offer anything to the kingdom. I'm not strong. I'm not."

"And thats what Yonji loves about you. You are you. Not him."

You sighed looking up at the painting.

"Maybe."

Yonji sat in a chair naked you propped a couple of mirrors beside you. And one behind you. To get the perfect angle. You stood naked before climbing into Yonji's lap. You had one hand wrapped around your hips. His hand kept to your butt.

"I need you to clench." You spoke.

Yonji purred clutching onto your ass and you moaned softly. You wound the other hand to your hair. He clutched onto your hair.

"Perfect. Lets see what I can do." You hummed.

Yonji kept to the mirror as you sketched the outline. Then poured out your paints and started to paint.

But the way your cock rubbed against his... felt fucking amazing. He panted into your neck. As you unintentionally rubbed your cock against his.

"Yonji. That better not be-"

"Your so warm." He purred.

"Just. Bare with me."

"Then hold on. Lets make this more... explicit." He grinned.

Removing his hand from your hair he pressed his cock into your ass. Whining softly Yonji pressed in deep.

"There. Now. Get to fuckin."

You rolled your hips slightly on his cock. Your hand began the flesh tones. Your hand shaken to the pleasure high you were on. Yonji's hand wound into your hair and tugged.

"Fuck yea baby. That feels nice." He grinned.

"Yonji I'm trying to concentrate your dirty talk isn't helping."

He chuckled.

"That or my fat cock in your tiny tight ass. You like the way I fuck you? Hm?"

"Yonji." You moaned.

Dropping your paint brush you rested on his shoulder.

"I give up. Fuck me." You grunted.

"Finally."

Flipping you against the chair. Yonji propped himself up against the chair and rammed into you. Your moans fueled his sex drive ramming harder and harder. Until your cum oozed from your cock and onto the cloth tarp on the floor. Yonji purred as he came in your ass.

"Alright let's-"

The door swung open earning your both attention.

"Yonji we-" Ichiji stopped as he witnessed the scene, "You are sleeping with a painter?"

"Please Ichiji you don't understand." You pleaded, "I needed his help for research."

Yonji furrowed.

"Oh?"

"I. I needed him to fuck me for a painting I'm working on. I can't get the.... bodily fluid right."

"Oh. Well. Carry on then."

Then backed out of the room and left you two alone.

"Research?? That's all I am to you??"

"Would you relax. I had to cover it up. Besides. I think it would be hotter with your cum dripping out my ass."

"Oh."