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BTS Yoongi Imagine: Be My Muse

Rated: Smut

Scenario: Yoongi had been spending the last month struggling. Between having to memorize choreography and writing new lyrics, he couldn't quite find the right inspiration for the next album. He was a mess. He was procrastinating, spending most of his time in bed, and just wasn't his usual self. How could he ever get inspiration now?

P: Yoongi x Reader

Requested by: Typefangirl

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Yoongi was laying in his bed, his eyes to the ceiling as he went threw ideas for song lyrics.

“Ughhh, so this is what they call writer's block, well in my case composers block,” he mumbled to himself, wondering and trying to come up with ideas on how to get rid of it.

You on the other hand were simply typing away at your small office, your eyes glued to the screen when he suddenly came in.

“What's wrong?” You asked without turning your head.

Usually, if Yoongi came looking for you all the way in your office meant he was having trouble with something, and boy was he having trouble.

“Can't think of anything for our next album,” he mumbled, sneaking his way behind you to hug you as you sat in your chair.

He was always his cutest when troubled.

But something caught you off guard.

He began kissing your neck, sucking a bit as your legs began to squeeze together.

Your hands faltered on the keyboard of your computer, his kissing and sucking becoming more rapid.

Slowly, but surely, he had you trembling, his skilled mouth making a soft moan escape your lips.

“Yoongi,” you groaned, trying to regain power over your body.

“Common baby girl, let me help your stress okay?”

“Stress? You mean you need your stressed felt with hu?”

He smirked, his hands massaging your arms as he continued kissing.

“Stop teasing me Yoongi, I need to finish this…” you mumbled.

Honestly, you didn't want him to stop, but you were troubled between his work and yours and when on earth it would get done.

“Common, we both need a break Y/N. Both you and I need to clear up our heads. Just this one time?”

You rolled your eyes and stood up, more than willing to follow along with his small plan.

Walking behind him to your shared bedroom, he began by kissing your lips, once again utilizing that one skillful tongue of his that drove you crazy.

His hands pulled up your shirt, his shirt falling after yours did towards the ground.

“Yoongi, we really should get back to work,” you tried protesting one last time.