ftm reader x various oneshot book

Ryunosuke Akutagawa///paint me

(This one's kinda spicy, ngl, at least I think it's spicy...reader's pronouns are he/him in this one)

Akutagawa greatly valued art, so it only made sense that his boyfriend was an artist.

(Y/n) loved to draw Akutagawa, even though it frustrated him when he couldn't get the details just right. Akutagawa always loved (y/n)'s art regardless, but (y/n) was a man who liked things done properly. He couldn't show a piece that wasn't perfect.

That's why it took him forever to even finish a sketch of Akutagawa; (y/n) felt he couldn't do him justice with pencil and paper alone. No, (y/n) felt that Akutagawa's beauty was impossible to accurately represent, but he tried to nonetheless.

Akutagawa always admired his boyfriend's artwork, giving him endless praise and always leaving (y/n) a stuttering mess. It brought a smirk to Akutagawa's face, seeing (y/n) so worked up. (Y/n) had his ways of flustering Akutagawa, though..

"Hey Ryuu," (y/n) called out from his studio, "c'mere and see this!" He'd painted another portrait of Akutagawa, shirtless and donning a devilish smirk. "I've been working on this portrait for so long, you have no idea..but it's done! See what you think," (y/n) said as Akutagawa made his way to the studio.

He turned slightly pink at the sight. "You painted me? Shirtless?"

"Oh," (y/n) responded, getting flustered himself. "Yeah."

Akutagawa observed the painting, finally telling (y/n), "I don't think this is entirely accurate."

"I-I know, but you're just so hard to get right! You're so perfect, it's hard to portray.."

"Perfect?" scoffed Akutagawa. "I'm hardly that. But what I'm saying is, perhaps a live subject would help?"

"Wh-What are you implying? That you- undress in my studio and lounge around for me to paint?"

"Precisely," Akutagawa answered, lips curling into a devilish smile as his elegant fingers crept slowly -painfully slowly, it seemed to (y/n)...- to unbutton his shirt. He shrugged his shirt from his shoulders at a leisurely pace, artfully, never once moving his dark eyes from watching (y/n). He enjoyed seeing (y/n) so flustered, which was part of why he did half the things he did.

"Paint me like one of your French girls," he said, arching his back and letting his head fall back, exposing his pale neck.

(Y/n) swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. Akutagawa wished he himself could paint, just so he could capture this moment forever. His boyfriend, flustered and speechless at the sight of him, was a sight he wished to never look away from.

"What's the matter, (y/n), dear?" Akutagawa asked. "At least I left my pants on, right?"

This did nothing but further fluster (y/n), which was of course Akutagawa's intention. "I-i dunno about this. You're sure you don't mind this? Posing, shirtless, on the couch, in my studio? For me to paint?"

"Hell, I wouldn't mind right now if you painted on me. Might look nice, actually."

"You mean like, use paint on you, and not like, for me to paint on you..right?"

"Not everything is an innuendo, (y/n). Unless you want it to be, of course."

(Y/n) sighed. "I just wanna paint, Ryuunosuke."

"But the question still remains. Do you wish to paint me, paint on me, or paint on me?"

Another sigh. "Just let me paint." He looked to his canvas, then at Akutagawa draped across the sofa seductively, with one of those 'come get me' looks in his grey eyes.