muse. (m)
A/N: So, apparently sex paintings are a thing and I’d thought it would be right up Tae’s alley lmao. Sorry for sitting on this for a month but school's a bitch
Summary: Taehyung is an artist and your body is his muse.
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: oral (m+f recieving and giving), sex, dirty talk, fingering
You looked through the cupboards, finding a pan, some clean plates and bowls. You checked the fridge, looking through the shelves in hopes of finding something to work with.
Is it too much to make breakfast? Maybe he would like—
“You know, you could have stayed in bed a bit longer…”
You froze as you heard his hoarse voice in your ear, his arms wrapped around you.
“T-Taehyung.”
“Mmhm.”
He nuzzled into your neck, humming in response.
Your boyfriend, Taehyung kept you long enough to make you stay the night. It was on you for not keeping track of time, the movie marathon the two of you had put you at a disadvantage. Though, you were sure he was banking on you being too interested to care.
“Muse~ You make me want to tease you when you zone out on me like that.” He cooed, the nickname he gave you always gave you butterflies when he says it.
“I was just thinking…”
“Is it conceited to think it’s about me?”
