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thedeluluverse · 1 year ago

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TA-DA!!!!

Author’s Note: Was inspired by this screenshot from a reaction video from the YouTube channel “Imagine with Bts”. So, shout out to them for the inspo!

CR: YT channel, Imagine with Bts

Summary: It’s almost the end of September and you’re having a chill weekend with your boyfriend Tae. That is until your insecurities get the best of you… he won’t let them stay for long though don’t worry 😏

Pairing: artsybf!Tae x oc!Nari.

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot, body insecurities

Word Count: 2,201

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI explicit content, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, unprotected sex and breeding kink (don’t be dumb irl guys), pet names, squirting, clit play, praise kink, neck kissing, shower play.

It is a beautiful day, but neither you nor your boyfriend, Tae, are paying attention. On a rare mutual day off, y'all have opted to sleep in and have a relaxing day enjoying each other's company uninterrupted for once (minus the occasional tending to Yeontan).

Awaking to an unseasonably warm day, you head straight for the shower as you feel disgusting. At the same time, Tae takes Yeontan on a walk and gets his signature strawberry juice ready for you both to enjoy after your shower.

You make it a self-care session, doing all the maintenance you've been putting off lately and your entire skincare routine. This overheats you, of course, so you wander into the kitchen looking for something to drink in nothing but a robe. Hearing the bathroom door open, your boyfriend has fixed you a tall glass of iced strawberry juice for a situation like this!

However, he almost drops the glass while handing it to you because, to him, you are the embodiment of beauty right now. He doesn't want to overwhelm you, though, so he chooses a lighter compliment, "Nari, you look more delicious than my strawberries, woh!". You playfully push his shoulder and shake your head.

Despite doing everything that should've made you agree with him, your insecurities have snuck up again lately. So, your reply was, "Oh, stop it. I feel like I've gained weight lately, and my acne is raring back up.. You're sweet, but don't lie to me, babe…".

He doesn't like that at all, and before you know it, he has you backed up against the kitchen counter, one hand on your hip, the other on your chin, forcing you to focus on his intense chocolate gaze.

After kissing the top of your head, forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally, a quick peck on the lips, he says, "Never think my words are simply words, jagiya. Yes, I'm a nice person, but I'm not a liar. I've seen your body in all sorts of different conditions, and I think you are gorgeous in all of them. I don’t care about weight or perfect skin; your hormones are probably flaring up. I love you no matter what changes your body may undergo".

Tears well up in your eyes, and you jokingly say, "Yeah, but you're biased, heehehe".

He doesn't take kindly to that and isn't sure you are joking, so he flips you onto his shoulder like a feather and tosses you onto the bed. Your eyes widen as he takes off your robe, which is barely covering anything at this point. "Wh-what are you doing, jagi?"

He just smirks as he grabs the restraints and softly ties them around your wrists and ankles. "Um, hello, can you hear me? Wow, just gonna walk away like this?" you shout after him as he disappears into the spare room.

A few minutes later, he returns in only an apron and his boxers, carrying his painting supplies. Your brows knit in confusion as he still hasn't said anything to you, and you feel the first drop of cold paint hit your ankle. "KIM MOTHERFUCKING TAEHYUNG WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!"

He throws his head back, laughing, and replies, "Sshhh jagiya, the master is at work." Not knowing why that calmed you an immense amount and started a pool between your legs despite not getting an answer.

The strokes become calming, and you almost doze off when you feel the brush graze the area right above your pussy. He is crouched down so your view is reminiscent of when sinful things are happening between your thighs, making you clench around nothing. He notices you looking at him and cocks an eyebrow at your confused look, only murmuring, "Be patient; you'll see soon enough, my love."

The suspense is driving you insane but is also enticing, so you decide to be patient as you are convinced he is just doodling on you, making you wait as he knows you hate waiting for things. He almost caves and discards the paint supplies once he reaches your supple breasts.

He hates seeing you speak badly about your chest and doesn't care if they aren't the most perky set in the world. They belong to you, and that is what makes them perfect. Determined to help you see that, he stays on task.

The contact of the bristles on your already sensitive nipples is enough to bring you to the brink at this point, but you aren't sure what you are up to and don't want to lose a game that you don't know the rules to. So, with every ounce of determination, you hold back…for now.

He makes this even more challenging as he begins tracing your neck and jawline with the bare brush, the light touches giving you layered goosebumps all over.

Following the brush, his tongue traces the same pattern achingly slowly, and then soft kisses follow until they turn into harsh love bites. He then slinks back down your body and finally gives your pussy the attention it has been craving.

His intention to tease you with his tongue doesn’t last long as he tastes how ready you are for him and how sweet you smell and taste after your attentive self-care. He swiftly brings you to the brink of your first climax, then abruptly stops and gets up again.

You are about to scream out in frustration, but the sight of his erection creating a tent in his apron as he scurries off is too comical. He comes back right away with a camera and a mirror. You finally speak up again, "Tae, listen, everything has been great, trust me. Just please talk to me. I'm going crazy over here!".

He chuckles, seeing you beg like he knew you would eventually. "Oh jagiya, you're so cute like this; I want to remember it forever." With that, he takes a series of photos until he is satisfied.

He leans forward, his bulge on your thigh as he kisses the tip of your nose, "Don't worry, pretty, I'm about to unveil the art exhibit.". He stands up and holds the full-length mirror above you, and you instantly feel tears running off your face. Down your entire body, he has written affirmations, adjectives he attributes to you, flowers, stars, strawberries, and the word "perfect" in every language he knows.

He has paid particular attention to the areas you are most self-conscious of, including your tits, thighs, fupa, neck, and arms. Even taking the time to draw intricate vines all over your hands and fingers with flowers, no thorns attempting to show you the beauty he sees every time he looks at you.

Honestly, he has made you into a sincere masterpiece. Your photographer's eye is in awe, and you make a mental note to bug him to show you the pictures he captured earlier! As you are going through everything again, you pause, eyes widening. "Ta-Tae…." "Yes, my sweet, what is it?"

All you can do is point to where you felt the brush above your pussy earlier, "Does that say what I think it does???" He flashes his shy yet lustful smile as he places the mirror down and walks toward you. "If you think it says '내 것,'* you are correct, my star.". *(Mine in Korean).

All you can do is bite down on your bottom lip and look down as you blush even more! Darkly chuckling, he leans forward, placing his knee right up against your entrance as he wraps his hand around your throat while whispering, "You like me claiming you, princess?"

He places his thumb right over your sensitive clit, not moving it, while inserting a finger into your arousal, then tastes it while moaning at how good you taste for him. "Damn my heart, you really like it when I get possessive, don't you?" as he raises an eyebrow.

Your chest is heaving, and you breathily moan out, "Yes, yes, yes, I do. Please fuck me; make me yours, Daddy!". He is shocked, then amused by this new name, "Oh, you cute little thing, you want to make me a daddy? Patience, soon enough, first, I'm going to make you feel good, my perfect muse.".

He keeps his knee in place for you to grind upon like a desperate, aroused creature as he sucks on, flicks, and lightly twists your clit until you gush all over his knee. Not stopping, he moves his knee to slide three fingers into your primed pussy while rubbing swift circles on your ever-sensitive bundle of nerves as he sits on his heels, watching his exhibit come to life. In no time at all, you squirt all over him from how good you are feeling.

As you come down, you start to feel embarrassed, but he assures you that it is sexy and hopes you never hold back for him. You promise not to, and he smiles down at you while encasing your thighs with his and starts undoing the restraints. Giving soft kisses to where they were tied, he places his forehead on yours and says, "It's daddy's turn, princess."

Ridding himself of his apron and boxers in a flash, he rams every inch into you and holds back an immediate climax. He typically isn't one to immediately cum. However, he has been straining against his boxers, staring at your immaculate form for hours now, plus you still being a lake for him has an intense effect.

The whole time he is ramming into you while he either chokes you or gives you his fingers to suck on, he is spewing praise-filled filth, only adding to your orgasm count by the moment. "You like feeling my bulge through your cute belly, my sweet? Want me to fill it full of my cum, make you all glowing and round with our child? Let me hear you scream for jagi.".

With these words and your own imagination, you cum another three times and squirt as you feel him fill you to the brim, his deep voice moaning your name, sending shockwaves to your core.

After a second release into your throbbing cunt, he collapses next to you, gently sweeping your hair out of your face giving you sweet kisses and smiling between them as you are both so elated from the many layers of bliss that just happened.

He calmly carries you to the bathroom, letting you sit in the second bathtub while he prepares a shower for both of you. Typically, you would just cuddle after, but with the smearing of your mixed arousal and paint, you both decide against it.

He stands you up, and you are a bit wobbly still, but you feel secure in his grasp. He lovingly washes your hair, massaging your scalp, and then delicately washes the paint from your body, making you pout a little.

He notices and tilts your head up, "Don't be sad, Nari-a; remember, I took photos for this precise reason." Your eyes instantly light up, and you start attacking him with kisses even more full of love than ever before.

Enjoying it but shocked at the sudden energy shift, he asks, "What was that for, babe?" You cheekily smile and say, "Oh, just for being the best boyfriend I ever thought I'd have." He grins, tears in his eyes with mutual adoration for you, "You bring it out of me, so you should thank yourself, but you're so sweet- wait, what are you doing?"

He exclaims as he sees you squat down, "Oh nothing, daddy, just trying to make you feel good too. Is that a crime?" He chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair and down his neck, "I mean, no, but aren't you tired? You don't have to do this, you know.".

Looking up at him, you lick a broad stripe across his slit and say, "I know. I want to.". He grabs a handful of your hair and says, "Well, what princess wants, she gets." At this, you shift into some sort of otherworldly sex demon, paying the perfect attention and pressure to his balls while your tongue carves murals into his shaft.

It doesn't take long before he empties himself down your throat, making your desire return tenfold. He senses this and pins you up against the cold shower tile and plays with your clit while easing himself into your pussy from behind, teasing your ass with his pinky until you are practically climbing the walls from the 2nd most intense orgasm of the day.

You both exit the shower, light your favorite candle, set the LED lights to a soft orange glow, and cuddle as you wait for the Panda Express to arrive. Barely a word is spoken, but you just bask in the unconditional love and adoration that you have for each other.

Once you've eaten, you just listen to music until he feels you nod off on his chest. Careful not to jostle you, he lays you in the freshly made bed and wraps his arm around your waist as you drift off into the best sleep of your lives, with Yeontan softly snoring in the background.

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tanyaryanmusic · 6 years ago

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The Body Mind-Virus.

All of us - but especially women.

We need to stop.

We need to stop making those small underhanded self-deprecating remarks about our bodies. Even the ones where we’re joking - because ultimately, we’re not joking. Our poor little bodies hear our own criticism through the thin veil of ‘humour’ and buy into our own sales pitch hook, line and sinker.

Besides. No one hears these remarks and thinks “hahaha you’re so funny.”

These self-deprecating remarks - no matter how light or well-intended will leave another woman considering her own insecurities, flaws and perceived physical deficits.

It’s crazy to me how many women are unhappy with the way they look. I mean, of course I understand it as I also fall into that statistic… but it makes me so sad. Because when I look at you - my friends, sisters, the women I love so dearly. I don’t see your physical ‘flaws’. I don’t look at you and think you need to drop a few or that your hips aren’t in proportion with your chest. I am usually preoccupied by appreciating your beauty and your drive; or admiring your wit, or I’m in awe of your talent and intellect.

There are so many reasons making healthy choices should be a priority for you - and the most unimportant is the number which represents the calculation of your body mass’s gravitational impact on the earth’s surface.

Making choices in effort to be more conscientious and healthy is important for a better quality of life. For the ability to move your body in a more agile manner, especially as you age. For the health of your bones, joints and muscles. For the sake of your digestion and the impact on your visceral health. Because physical activity is shown to have positive impact on brain function and intellectual development.

You do not need to lose 5 pounds. Or 20. Or 3. Or 23.

Many times I’ve had various friends remark on their weight - she needs to lose some, or she is really fat right now or whatever she says… and I suddenly become hyper aware that I’m bigger than she is… I’m 5’10. On average I am taller and naturally a bit wider than most of my friends. I don’t usually think about it. Until I do. She says it, and then even though I wasn’t thinking about losing weight, I am now. I mean, if she needs to - does that mean I should too? Does she think I’m fat? I mean, she must. Factually speaking, I am larger than she is. I suddenly wish I had a baggier shirt on…

So if you don’t feel the language you use to regard your body is harming your own relationship with your self-image, would you consider adjusting your language for the women and girls around you? Like me. Cause I need that support. I don’t want to need it. But I do. I want so badly to feel good in my body. I am practicing so hard to be in a better relationship with this vessel that has faithfully carried me through my life. But I need a little help.

One of my favourite yoga teachers is my favourite because I have never once heard her say a negative thing about herself or her body. I’m sure she has the same insecurities as anyone else, but she exudes confidence in exactly who she is. She is gloriously weird and completely unapologetic for being so. She is beautiful, healthy, and so active - and also, she doesn’t have a six pack, and girl likes a good meal. She embodies so much of what I want to be. A person who is completely and absolutely okay with - and maybe even *gasp* in love with every part of who she is.

Why are my rolls something I’m ashamed of - but on my nephew they’re adorable? Why can’t I too revel in my own adorable squish factor? I am so done with this. I refuse to let following generations of girls and women continue to confuse themselves with the misconception that fitness, a mindful diet, and an active and healthy lifestyle are all purely pursued in effort to maintain a particular measurement of their physical body.

I think about my little cousin. She’s 12. I don’t want her poisoned with this virus.

I mean, come on. You would never sit a young girl down for this conversation:

Alright, so, here’s your Society Adaptation Kit. It’s got all your essentials: insecurity, self-deprecation, timid behaviour, false humour to cover up flaws, Oh! And here’s a waist-trainer, it’s just an updated term for corset, it should come in handy at some point…

We are more than this ladies. We are so much more. Beauty isn’t one shape or type. You know this. I know you do because I’ve heard you say this. The words come out of your mouth - so I know you want to believe them - but when your words are actions, do they follow this model? You can be someone who says you are body positive all the live long day - but what are you actually DOING with your words? Not when they’re about someone else. But with YOU. Your own damn body. What’s happening there? Actions speak louder than words. Do your actions align with your words?

However thin, fat, muscular, broad shouldered, wide hipped, skinny armed, pudgy bellied, flat butted…. Please stop voicing these as something you are ashamed of, or lacking, or have too much of. You have so much more to offer than a juicy booty. (And also your butt is rad no matter the concavity/convexity.)

I don’t know when, but one day, I’m going to have kids. And there’s a 50% chance that I’m going to have a daughter. Which essentially means that I have between now and then to eliminate this BS language that tears down my body because I refuse to pass this along to anyone else. And I’m practicing now because I know it’s going to take me a while to break this 31 year long habit.

I am making healthy choices for my body to love my body more. Not because I need to embody the visual representation that someone else has created to represent health; but because being authentically healthy is important to me. My body, mind, visceral heath and the quality of my life are important to me.

Thin isn’t a talent, a gift, or a characteristic of the elite. It’s also not a crime. It’s simply one type of body. Similarly, fat isn’t ugly or shameful. It’s not lacking or incapable. It’s a natural part of the human body.

I challenge you to join me in losing the self-deprecating body jokes, to change your sentence from “I need to lose weight.” to “I am really craving some activity in my life, and maybe a few more vegetables.” To notice when someone else’s appearance is triggering your own insecurities and to acknowledge that and be with it for a moment instead of voicing your opinions or criticisms on their body.

I really believe that subtle but meaningful changes could be so largely impactful. We would all feel a little more accepted in our individual appearance and there would be much more mental space for us to focus on our internal self-development if we’re not so focused on the external.

My friend Christine calls them Mind-Viruses. This one is dated and I’m bored of it; and simple shifts in language and attitude could make all the difference.

Stop the spread.

#bodyissue #bodyimage #women #body positive #lovemyself #loveyourbutt

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