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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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mymadamepoetess · 4 months ago

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Sometimes when I enter my kitchen I want to scream. And it's not because of the Mylanta green paint job of the cabinets. (That was my previous place) Imagine standing still for a second, hands at your sides. You can feel the air moving past you. You feel strong, sturdy, and then you step forward. Foot picking up, surging through that same air and landing on the floor. It was just a step, no big deal. Right?

Now imagine you go to move your foot again, but nothing happens. It's jarring at first, how your brain isn't connecting with your leg. You look down at your limbs those appendages you've had all your life. Suddenly you've taken for granted the will power you have. Never having to think or worry about something as simple as a step. Well, at least I never did until I was standing in my kitchen trying to walk and unable to move my legs at will. Finally after a few seconds of coaxing, my foot picked up in a rigid and clumsy manner. But it was a step forward. I tried to regain my balance, my eyes focusing on the kitchen tile. This is so stupid, I remember thinking, just walk Audrey. I moved my other leg, or so I thought it. After a few seconds it moved. I did this so many times in the day. It was so miniscule but the impact it made was devastating. I kept thinking move, just take a step. But then I didn't and I couldn't understand why.

I turned thirty-six years old this year. In a nest of dark brown hair, the few whites I have developed stick out. In all honesty, I am not quite certain how I am supposed to feel at this age. Am I supposed to feel the grievances of age? Am I too young? Truth is, I never planned on living this long, but here I am. Eyes bulging from my sockets as I stare at the kitchen floor. In those moments, I had more drive and desire that not even the little stains and spots could have distracted me. A small ball of dog fir blew across the linoleum like a tumbweed during the pivotal shootout in a western. I could hear the soft coaching of my husband as his grip tightened to keep me from stumbling. It's just a step, I pled. My foot rising up off the floor and down as I moved. I wanted to apologize to him, to tell him how sorry I was for tricking him. I felt so guilty. So different from when we first met. It's all been different since the symptoms started showing. But no matter when or where I am the soft assurance of his voice has never changed. He is continuously in my corner, fighting for me. From the troubled kitchen walks to the dystonia and spasms. He is there trying to pull me from a body I've lost complete control over. Lying on my bed, awake, and of sound mind, all of my senses are working. But suddenly I cannot move my body. I can grasp that time has changed, I can hear summer at my windows, the birds tweeting, I can smell the Gardena near the back door. I am functioning in every way possible except I can't physically move. Is there a word for this that conveys the fear, the uncertainty, and the depression I feel? Petrified? Panicked? That's how this disease or illness has made me feel. And I am petrified because there's nothing I can seemingly do to stop it. In the calm moments after I have regained my mobility, my mind wanders toward a sliver of hope. Hope that the Audrey prior to Long Covid is still a possibility. I am grateful with the pain and pressure gone. Even if for a fleeting moment, it's a moment I can draw again. A moment, I can play a video game, call a loved one, empty the dishwasher, or start a movie.

I will never forget the first time a tremor occurred in public. I was in the frozen foods of Publix. We had just about wrapped up our shopping. When down at my side, my left hand twitched. It started out small, just a finger or two, I remember trying to brush it off as nothing. During this time, tremors weren't as common as the spasming was. When my arms and legs spasmed it resembled what I could only assume an exorcism looks like. But as I stood there I could feel something different about it. I panicked, my eyes jumping from face to face of every passing person. I wished I was invisible, or that I could slink up into a Looney Tunes hole. I exchanged a plea with my husband who by then noticed my hand. He wrapped his hands around mine, trying his damnedest to slow the tremor. He knew how embarrassed I got in public places. But it grew to more than the two fingers. He handed me the car keys to make a swift exit, leaving the cart in the center of the aisle. All the while my hand picking up speed. And I am suddenly very aware of my existence as the isolation seemingly separates me. I am terrified that the outlandish cartoon-style of my shaking will bring unwanted attention. That dragging my feet behind me will disrupt every quiet space I step into. Eyes flocking my way watching the strange Igor-ish creature fetching Frankenstein's monster's brain. Normality is no longer a part of my vocabulary. Although I'd do anything to feel it once again. To feel confident and assured in my steps. Rather than clumsy in them.

In cruel irony, my mind will periodically wander back to 2022. When my only fear was a staircase, or a steep incline. I still had some semblance of myself rather than the misshapen creature that shook or writhed in pain. It is the strangest feeling and extremely sobering to witness your self-decline. To see the arms you had your whole life, that created crazy works of art and even a novel, suddenly lie limp. Unable to accomplish simple tasks. Or shake so violently that it just about knocks you off your feet. But worst of all, curl into this death grip resembling a talon. To look at those disfigured fingers, almost willing them to move. Or watching my own feet, sensing that something was off. Feeling every joint pop as if I was a werewolf in a 1980s horror film. To feel so foreign to myself, making it hard not to analyze every little tic. I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

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