Kpop Smuts and Imagines. ( Requests are open )

MASTERPIECE (SUGAKOOKIE. BTS)

Jeon Jung kook is a work of art, and Yoongi thinks so too. 

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"I need a model for art class..." Yoongi sulks, leaning on Jung kook's shoulder. " I have a project by next week and I can't find anyone that will agree to model for me!"

"I'll do it..." Jung kook replied, looking at the wide-eyed blonde who raised an eyebrow. 

"You know that you will be half naked right?" Yoongi asked, not really understanding why Jung kook makes that  sudden statement. "You know that you will be covered in paint ,right?"

"Yes, I've modeled for Taehyung's photography project before! This won't be that hard right?!"

And boy was Jung kook wrong. 

 And so, Yoongi set up a date and time, giving Jung kook the address of his small art studio.

Yoongi had purchased it on a whim because apparently,  "rash" was his middle name.

It was beautiful, though, as it had windows covering every corner of the small building. It offered natural light, and it was honestly where Yoongi spent most of his time.

There was no place he'd rather be; art and paintings were littered around, along with plants and fresh air; it was not only helpful with all of the light, but very aesthetically pleasing.

When Saturday rolled around, Yoongi found himself excited. It was the first time in sixth months that he had been excited to work on an art performance.He didn't even know what he was going to do, and he could already feel himself falling apart at the seems with happiness.

It didn't make him happy that he was painting Jung kook, per-say, he was just extremely happy to make something beautiful again.When nine thirty had struck, Yoongi waited. And when ten finally clicked it's way into the clock, he was basically waiting at the door.

He arrived at ten fifteen. Yoongi cursed at him quietly as he opened the door on his second knock, always hating the arrival of people that were late."You're late," Yoongi huffed, pulling the door open wider to give him room to enter.

"Only fifteen minutes," Jungkook shrugged, his bunny teeth pushing their way past the boy's pink lips.

Yoongi notes this, finally taking in his natural beauty. He hadn't done anything, and the boy still looked so effortlessly perfect; he wanted to carve the way his cheekbones perfectly fit his face onto a piece of paper already. Yoongi rolled his eyes and motioned for him to follow him towards the area he'd been working.

Jung kook looked different than the last time Yoongi had seen him, and he had definitely noticed.An apron smeared with paint and deep blacks covered Yoongi's body, with his hair pushed out of his face, in order to focus.

"Are you going to stare at me all day, or take your clothes off?" Yoongi questioned, noticing how the boys face covered itself with a spread of blush pink when he noticed his staring.

"If you insist," he responded, more as comfort to himself rather than to keep the conversation with Yoongi going.

Of course modeling for Taehyung had been different. Jung kook did not have to strip and did not have to pose seductively. Though Jeongguk found this a bit startling; to Yoongi, it felt completely normal. He had seen models before, despite his protest; and this just seemed right.

Jung kook  looked around a bit awkwardly, not knowing what to do with himself as he stood in front of the boy he had promised to model just a day for two ago. Yoongi noticed this almost immediately, not giving Jung kook a second glance before pointing to a pastel pink couch. He had dragged it in with the help of his friend Seokjin, who had told him 'don't get paint on it. I still need this thing, or I will kill you.'

Yoongi didn't make any promises, but he knew Seokjin would be livid if he got any of his citrusy orange paint on the amazing soft pink cushions. He had an idea brewing in his stomach, wanting to capture it while he could. It was a vision of a golden dream, perfect for the figure that Jung kook had.

White sheets glittered with gold and black paint covering his amazingly honey colored thighs, his neck, and cheekbones- it made Yoongi shake at the thought. Jung kook was still clearly uncomfortable, sitting at the edge of the couch with his arms crossed to cover most of his toned stomach.

"Don't be so shy. This is professional," Yoongi promised, taking a few short steps over to the couch to help and possession Jung kook . "Just look at me."

And Jung kook did. He looked at Yoongi's silver hair, pushed back and tied up with a hair tie, his apron smeared with paint pressed right against his body- he wasn't muscular, but he wasn't in any way fat; he looked thin. Slim, something Jung kook  wished to be.

His muscles were still tight under his skin, pulling and twisting as Yoongi watched carefully.

"Here, kid." Yoongi sighed, walking over and pushing Jeongguk back against the soft expanse of the couch.

This had Jung kook's breath catching in the middle of his throat, clutching on to every last bit of sanity he had in the back of his mind. Yoongi then reached for his model's legs, admiring how slim and fit they were before throwing one casually over the back of the couch.

The boy in front of Yoongi gasps at the way he is being moved around, a slight ache in his stomach revealing itself when Yoongi reaches for his other leg.

He pushes his thoughts out of the back of his mind. He absolutely hated that he liked to be man handled and thrown around in this way, and the longer he stared at Yoongi, the redder his cheeks seemed to get.

Jung kook pulled the white sheet Yoongi had set against the couch up and over the area that his boxers were visible in, trying his best to think of anything but the fact that his elder was man handling him into the surface of the white couch.

He coughs lightly when the artist lets his fingers run across his skin, all the way up to his hair, in an attempt to make him look disheveled.

Yoongi nods slightly to himself, at least a little proud of the work in front of him. Jung kook  still looks awkward in Yoongi's eyes, the boys head turned in a completely different direction as he clamps his eyes shut.

On Yoongi's way back to his easel with all of the paint and supplies he has littered around, Jung kook fluffs up the material around his boxers; a suddenly apparent problem beginning to form when his mind runs across the thought of Yoongi skimming his fingertips along his thighs again, nearing the place he needed, but never giving him what he wanted.

Yoongi is still completely oblivious to Jung kook and what he's struggling with; pushing the black and white paint along with a pile of gold acrylic that he had already settled on his mixing pallet.

Yoongi walked over carefully, taking a brush and waiting for Jung kook  to give him a look of reassurance before he started painting the three colors in patterns around Jung kook's thighs.

He gasped unexpectedly, jolting up and accidentally knocking the sheet in the process; causing him to quickly reach over and pull the material up again.

Yoongi cursed under his breath, holding Jung kook's thigh in an attempt to make him stop moving. He had already had a nice patch of black painted, adding bits of white flecks in and around the black area, and then going in with gold.

"Sorry, hyung. It's cold," he sighed, the tension between them growing thicker.

"It's alright, kid. Just try and stay still. The faster this is over with, the quicker you get home."


Yoongi finally found his seat at the easel again, turning and trying his best to find a good angle of Jung kook. He couldn't help but feel something wasn't right- the boy looked strung together, awkward and tight.

Yoongi sighed in discontentment, running a hand through the hair that hung out of the tight hair tie. He found himself ripping the thing out, pulling at the ends of his hair in an attempt to calm himself down.

"This isn't right," Yoongi admitted, pacing back and forth In front of the couch. Yoongi was known for working hours on end to get a project perfect, and he couldn't turn in something like this with such high expectations from his professor.

He noticed how the sheet looked forced like Jung kook was clinging to the damned thing for dear life. It made Yoongi want to remove the thing entirely, but he knew it was a vital piece to what he needed.

"Don't hold on to the fabric that way. And maybe adjust it to reveal some more of your hip bones?" Yoongi sighed. "Look natural. Not so forced."

Yoongi noticed his struggling, sighing in irritation, making his way over to the boy. Jung kook stiffened immediately, the blush that had already been covering his face now reaching down his neck and his back as Yoongi began to figure it the problem.

Jung kook was rock hard.

Yoongi's face remained completely the same, rolling his eyes as Jeongguk covered his face with his large hands.

"Is that why you're so uncomfortable?" Yoongi questioned, shaking his head. "Just go to the bathroom, or-"

"Hyung!" the younger yelled, a whine clear in his tone. "Maybe I should just go. This obviously isn't-"

"No!" Yoongi cut him off in return, his face turning red in anger. "I have to get this project done tonight. You promised!"

Jung kook groaned, sliding down on the couch to try and avoid Yoongi's eyes. Jung kook wanted so badly to just ask Yoongi to help him. He just wanted Yoongi to wrap his small hands around his cock and get it over with.

"Hyung.." Jung kook trailed off his sentence, staring down into his hands once he removed them from his face. "I can come over tomorrow, and we can get it done then."

Jung kook starts by standing up, holding the sheet to his groin in an attempt to hide himself as he reached for his clothes, but before he could, Yoongi shouted and grabbed his wrist- halting his actions.He looked confused at first, as Yoongi pulled his wrist closer and pushing him back down onto the couch again.

"Just relax." Yoongi mumbles to himself more than anyone, leaning down so his knees hit the floor in front of the couch.

Yoongi needed this done; he doesn't know why, but once he had it in his mind that this would done today, it was exactly what he needed. He was a little anal when it came to things like art and when they needed to be done, and he couldn't ignore the pinching feeling in the back of his mind telling him today was the only day he could do it. He already had the inspiration and the ideas, who knows if he'd have them tomorrow?

"What are you doing?!" Jung kook hesitated, pushing himself back into the couch.

"What were you thinking about to get this hard, Jung kookie?" Yoongi teases, reaching up and pulling the sheets away from Jung kook's boxers. "You weren't like this when you got here. What was it?"

Jung kook doesn't say anything, instead leans his head back so it hits the couch, and clamps his eyes shut; letting Yoongi trail his small fingers up and down the younger's golden brown thighs.

He's so completely and utterly confused, with how Yoongi reacted to him being hard; and how he was in the first place, honestly. But all of that slipped from his mind once Yoongi reached up, and snapped the elastic of the younger's boxers, making him keen.

"Yoongi hyung," he gasped, trying his best to ignore the way Yoongi leaned into the couch, tracing designs into Jeongguk's black boxers. "You don't have to."

Oh god, please do.

Yoongi didn't do anything but give the younger a look, asking if he could pull down his boxers. Honestly, if you asked Yoongi what had driven him to this, he would say the due date of his project; not how beautiful Jung kook looked wrapped in white and covered in specks of gold paint. Yoongi ripped his boxers away.

 Flushed pink, Jung kook's cock sprung loose from its confinement and surprised Yoongi at how thick and long he was. Yoongi didn't want to attempt and fit everything in his mouth, so he settled with just his hands as he reached out and watched the younger closely as he ran a finger up the underside of his member.

The boy sighed, not content with the teasing his hyung was putting him through. His hips moved forward out of habit, causing Yoongi to reach over and hold his hips into place.
He finally decided to end the teasing, reaching out and grab Jung kook tightly and start to pump him slowly.

It was agonizingly slow.


Yoongi is surprised when a whine leaves the mouth of the other boy; he had never pictured him as a person to make much noise. He'd assumed Jung kook would get shy or awkward- but no, here the boy was, laid sprawled across the small couch, spread wide and waiting for Yoongi's every movement.

"I bet you could come just from this," Yoongi chuckles to himself, making Jung kook moan in the process. "All of this, just for me?"

He nods, not opening his eyes even in the slightest. He's sure if he even sees Yoongi's hand wrapped around his cock, he'd come undone. Yoongi wants to force his eyes open, make him watch what he's doing to him; he knows that his pretty mouth would close in an attempt to hold in every noise he knew he was going to make.

Yoongi abruptly stops, making Jung kook release another short whine. He opens his eyes, finally, only to find Yoongi reaching up to run a hand over his cheek.

"H-hyung," Jung kook whines around Yoongi, leaning his head back even farther. "Please. Faster,"

Yoongi smiles to himself at what he's reduced the boy in front of him to. A mess, writhing and gripping the edges of the coach with one hand and sheets with another, his knuckles turning white at the Intensity of the motion.

"Please, j-just a little fast-" Jung kook cuts himself off with a shaky breath that ends in a groan, Yoongi finally picking up the pace for the younger boy.

It takes three more sloppy flicks of Yoongi's wrist before Jung kook is painting his own stomach and part of Yoongi's hand with a pearly white that reminds him of the speckled paint the boy has all over him.

And then Yoongi is reminded about the couch; which now is smeared with black and gold paint, something like galaxies that had seemed to play themselves all over Jung kook and the sheets around him.

He sighs to himself, taking the bottom of the long white fabric and wiping off Jung kook's covered stomach. He's thankful, but he doesn't say; instead, he's leaning back against the couch, head lulled to one side as his eyes play signs of sleepiness.

And before the younger can say anything, Yoongi is up and washing his hands- the sound of the water rushing out every sound of his voice.

Once his hands are fully clean, Yoongi makes his way back over to the still untouched easel, admiring the black and gold; finally satisfied with what he sees In front of him.

Jeon Jung kook; a masterpiece.