𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗿𝘁 | 𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻
𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: hyunjin uses his wonderful artistic skills to make his sweet y/n realize how beautiful her body is when she becomes ridden with insecurity
𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: afab reader, curvy/heavier/plus sized reader, insecure reader, sub!reader, i don’t even wanna say softdom!hyunjin… he’s just the sweetest and mushiest little gumdrop that is trying to make you smile and cum simultaneously, terms of endearment, lots of “i love you” ’s, some tears, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, sweet ol’ missionary 🥹, USES YOU LIKE A CANVAS!!!
𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: this was requested!! to the sweet little baby anony that requested this, i hope you don’t mind that i added more of an overall body insecurity. of course i will still mention hyunjin loving that big ol’ booty like you asked, but i felt the story would be too short with just that.
i’m a chubby fat girl myself, so this should be ✨ healing ✨
my second hyunjin story! and it’s another insecurity reassurance one 🥺🤧
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you peek into the somewhat messy room. canvases of different sizes leaned against the walls, used paintbrushes in tubs of water, tubes and buckets of paints scattered along the floor.
the room he’d go to when he felt overwhelmed or stressed, excited, inspired.
you look over to him sitting in his chair in front of a large canvas, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he twists and twirls the brush in between his fingertips.
he was so handsome like this.
you make your way over to him and hold up the bowl of fruit you had prepared for him in his line of sight.
he snaps out of his focused state. “ah.” he says, smiling excitedly before putting the brush down.
he places an orange slice into his mouth, closing his eyes and letting out a hum of approval. “fruit is always so much better when you give it to me.”
you laugh softly. “all i do is cut it.”
“mm, well you’re a great cutter.”
you give him a playful eyeroll before turning to look at the progress of his creation that only had a few strokes near the bottom.
“what is it gonna be?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.
he takes the bowl from your hands and sets it on the desk in front of him. “a surprise for you.”
you look at him with wide and sparkling eyes. “for me?”
“don’t act like i haven’t made you hundreds of them already.” he says, laughing softly as he wiped his brush on a stained cloth.
“i know.” you start, turning back to the painting. “but it makes me feel so special every time.”
he places a hand on your bottom, rubbing his palm on it in circles. “you are special.”
you feel your body stiffen as he continues to touch you. as much as you loved hyunjin’s affection, you had been struggling with insecurity for the past couple of weeks and it was causing you to not want to be felt or even perceived by him.
of course he had respected the lack of intimacy the two of you had shared in recent time, not questioning the excuses you had when you stopped moments that were becoming intense.
it made you feel miserable. not allowing yourself to kiss, caress or savor hyunjin the way you so desperately craved.
hiding yourself behind baggy clothing of either yours or his just to not be seen. eating only enough to survive instead of what was satisfying.
you knew that you didn’t have to hide yourself away like this. being a larger girl was something you were always self conscious about.
and despite those insecurities, hyunjin did nothing but show love and admiration for them.
you were one thousand percent certain that you were loved and that he would never see you the way you see yourself, but it was just too hard to fully accept.
you reach around to his hand that was still playing with your bottom and interlock your fingers with his, pulling it up to kiss his knuckles.
he closes his eyes and smiles at you.
“i’m only allowing you in here because you can’t tell what it is yet.” he says.
he grabs you by the waist and turns you around to look at him.
he pats his thigh as he looks up at you. “c’mere, baby.” he says softly.
“no, it’s okay.” you say, rubbing your lips together as you try to keep your composure.
he shakes his head as he furrows his brows. “you love to sit on my lap while i paint.”
you begin to pick and pull at your fingers as you think of excuses.
“i can’t watch you, it’s a surprise.” you stammer.
he sighs with a laugh as he shakes his head again, grabbing your hand. “i’m just placing the base color today. you won’t be able to tell.”
he begins to pull you into him, puckering his lips to kiss you.
“i-i don’t even wanna see that.” you dig your heels into the groan.
“angel, it’s fine.” he says, using more of his strength to bring you closer.
he immediately stops, giving you a concerned look.
“i’m not sitting on you, hyunjin. i cannot sit on you.” you exhale deeply as you place your hair behind your ears and cross your arms over your chest.
he lets go of you, placing both hands on his knees. “you don’t want to or you can’t?”
you close your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. “i… can’t.”
he leans closer, poking his cheek with his tongue. “and why can’t you?”
“you’ll hurt me because you’re too heavy?”
you bite the inside of your cheek.
he sighs as he rubs his temples and closes his eyes. “god, y/n.”
he shakes his head as he looks around the room.
“what have i told you? what have i done to ever make you feel like you’re not able to relax and accept yourself?”
“it’s not anything you did, hyunjin.” you say softly.
he stands up and pulls you into him, caressing your hair as you lay against his chest. “i wish you could see yourself the way i do.”
you move your head, your chin pressing into him as you look up into his eyes.
“i think you’re so perfect. inside and out.”
you smile sweetly as he continues.
“everything about you, i adore. your smile, your laugh, your voice, the way you hold me.” he kisses your forehead softly. “i don’t care what you think, your body is gorgeous. desirable. it’s beautiful because it belongs to you. and anything that has to do with you is everything i’ll ever want.”
you close your eyes as you shake your head slightly.
“yes.” he says, holding your face with his hands. “you don’t have to believe me for it to be true.”
“i know you mean it, but it’s been so hard.” your voice cracks slightly.
“baby.” he wraps his arms tighter around you as he places kisses into your hair.
you squeeze onto him desperately, feeling as if you hadn't experienced the sensation of his body on yours in ages.
all of the horrible and intrusive thoughts that had been clouding your mind for the last several days were finally silent as he held you in his embrace.
there was no need to ever feel insecure with a lover like hyunjin, but it was so difficult sometimes. it was clear he meant all of the praises he gave you. whether it be for your looks or what made you you. quirks, traits, habits.
you felt guilty for it not even being that serious. you were confident in who you were. you were never one to make jabs at yourself or feel incompetent. you gave yourself grace for making mistakes and congratulated yourself when you accomplished a task.
it was purely physical. you hated the way you looked.
life would just be so much easier in a smaller body.
and you knew how much that upset hyunjin too. he always talked about how cheap it was to value or prioritize appearance over well being and personality.
looks alter and change as time goes on, and it's such a waste of time to spend the years of your life that are filled with the most freedom and opportunity worried about whether or not people find you attractive.
you knew it wasn't important, but there was also a part of your mind that couldn't accept that it was okay to not stress about what size you were or the number on the scale.
you were always so close, yet so far.
the hardest part had to be the lack of intimacy. you wanted to throw all of your cares away and just let hyunjin have you the way he wanted, but something always held you back.
you missed his touch, the way he smelled, the feeling of the two of you becoming one.
you couldn't bare to go a second longer without him.
"hyunjin." you huff breathlessly as you dig your nails into the grey sweatshirt he was wearing.
he pulls away and looks down into your pleading eyes staring back up at him.
he places your hair behind your ears before pulling you in with his hand placed on the back of your head, ghosting his lips over yours. "can i take care of you, baby? i just want to make you feel better."
you let out a soft whine as you nod slightly.
he grabs your hand and pulls you beside him as he clears the tools and brushes from his desk.
he turns back to you and places his hands on either side of you, causing you to hold your breathe.
he notices, letting out a small sigh. "i can lift you, angel. you don't need to be scared."
you release a shaky breath as you looked down at your feet.
he redirects your gaze back onto him, cocking an eyebrow. "may i please?"
you fold your lips in before exhaling through your nose and nodding.
he smiles happily, lifting you up from the floor. you can feel your heart rate quicken as you watch his toned arms flex. it had been too long without him.
he places you onto the now clear surface, running a hand down your clothed body.
even with the barrier between the two of you, you could feel the jolts of electricity run through you.
he chuckles softly, pecking your lips. "can i take off a few layers, princess?"
you squeeze your eyes shut tightly as you nod.
"awe." he laughs an empathetic laugh as he caresses the side of your face. "it"s been so long, hasn't it, baby?"
he begins to undress you, maintaining eye contact as he does.
"is this why you've been avoiding our special time?" he asks, rubbing his hand over your soft skin.
"oh, baby." he coos. "i'm so sorry i didn't bring it up. i just assumed you wanted your space."
he stops inches away from your lips. you feel his breath fan against your face. "let me make it up to you."
before you can respond, his lips are on yours.
you sigh into the kiss as he gently pushes you to lay on your back.
the cool surface against your bare skin makes you hiss slightly, but you’re too distracted to pay that much attention to it.
he remains standing as he continues to make out with your soft and lust swollen lips.
“i missed you, my baby.” he says in between the smacking of your two mouths.
you let out a soft whine. “missed you.”
he giggles that cute giggle of his at how worked up you are just over kissing. it's been some time since the two of you had shared a moment like this.
he pulls away to admire you. the way your soft and supple skin glowed under the gentle morning sun that spilled in through the open window. stray pieces of hair that framed your red and pleasure covered face beautifully.
"hyunjin." you say, soft and needy. "i don't want all of the build up right now. i need you so bad."
he laughs through his nose before leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. "i never want to deprive you, angel. just let me savor and take my time with you the way you deserve."
you let out a whine as you close your eyes and squeeze your thighs shut.
"you're just so... breathtaking." he says.
you keep your eyes shut as he continues on, trying to calm down as you feel yourself become more and more aroused.
"all of the art i’ve seen in my life, whether it be mine or someone else's. it could never, ever compare to you, my love."
"ah." he stops you with a finger against your lips. "i wont argue with you. you cannot change the way i feel."
you can hear him shuffle through something on his desk before he begins to speak again.
"i've tried to encapsulate your beauty so many times before, but it simply cannot be replicated. no one could create your perfection on a canvas."
he's silent for a few moments before you feel cold paint touch the surface of your skin.
you gasp sharply as your eyes snap open.
"shh." he coos, using your chin to pull you in for a kiss. "i can't show how beautiful you are through a painting, so let me try it this way instead."
he leans down to kiss your exposed tummy, causing you to slightly push his head away.
his big brown eyes look up into yours.
“y/n, let me be creative with your body. have you see it the way i do. there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
he uses the pads of his fingers to gently outline the shape of your curves with the light pink shade, his eyes sparkling with love and admiration as he did.
“look at how beautiful this is, my love. the way you were created.”
you glance down yourself. even though it was nothing but simple tracing, he always managed to make things look so good. whether it was a sneaky doodle of you on a coffee shop napkin or a quick sketch of the sunset on the horizon, it was never sloppy.
“i love how full and soft you are, baby.” he starts, moving his fingers up to one of your nipples and swirling the paint, causing you to slightly twitch and sigh. “sensitive, too.”
he gently places his hands on both of your knees before spreading your legs and slightly lifting them to your chest.
you make an uncomfortable noise before turning your head away.
“i don’t like that.” you say softly with a slight crack in your voice.
“don’t like what?” he leans into you as he places a strand of hair behind your ear, observing your upset expression.
“the way my stomach does that.”
he furrows his brows before pulling away and looking down at your tummy. he places his hand on it before looking back up to you.
“the way it doubles into rolls, i- i hate that.”
“my tummy would do this too if i were in the same position as you.”
“hyunjin, that’s not the same. yours is not nearly as big as mine.”
he blinks at you without saying a word before dipping into more paint, swirling colors near your lower tummy and thighs.
“your skin being able to stretch and move to accommodate your needs is a blessing, angel. not something to feel distain towards.”
he begins to trace tulips and dandelions on your left thigh while gently kneading your right.
you huff and sigh as he does, not being able to handle his close proximity to your most aching part.
“i love the way your tummy folds like that.” he says, looking up from his doodles on your skin, cocking a single brow. “it reminds me of how good and spread i have you for me.”
your chest begins to rise up and down quickly at his words, causing you to grab onto his arm in desperation of some sort of stimulation.
he smirks proudly to himself, knowing the effect he has on you. “and these thighs.” he leans down to gently peck the soft and plush skin, making sure not to smudge the fresh designs. “thick and enticing. the way they force me in between them once you can’t take anymore.”
you gasp as you begin to squirm.
“yeah, pretty girl? you love suffocating me with these when i’m making you shake and cry, don’t you? the way i dig my fingers into them as you press into me harder and harder? completely disregarding my oxygen intake as i devour you. feeling you just let go. twitching and spasming all over my tongue. you love that, huh, my angel?”
“shh.” he coos, leaning down and brushing his lips delicately against yours. “you have to stay calm for me, baby. we haven’t even started yet.”
he pulls away from you before resuming his previous actions.
“you just get so excited, huh?“ he begins to trace his fingers closer and closer to your heat, but never to the exact spot you needed him.
you nod quickly, letting out a huff.
you open your mouth to plead, only to be cut off by the feeling of his breath ghosting over your swollen bud.
he looks up from your slick and eager heat with a deep desire in his eyes, his pupils slightly blown out.
“why don’t you do that thing that i love so much, hmm? just crush me in between them. show me how you’re able to let go for me.”
you gasp as you feel yourself beginning to pulse and contract on nothing.
“can you do that for me, pretty baby?”
“y-yes.” you whine breathlessly.
without another word, his lips connect themselves onto your sensitive clit, causing you to squeal as lapped up the juices you were already starting to secrete.
his fingers quickly find their way inside of you.
you let out a short and quick squeak as he pumps them in and out of you rapidly.
“oh-“ you grab onto his wrist, the sensation already being too much.
“pretty girl.” he says breathlessly against your skin as he continues to split you open on the two digits while simultaneously sucking onto your mound. “taking my fingers so well.”
you clench around him as you begin to feel the knot in your lower tummy form.
god, it’s really been far too long.
he can feel how close you’re becoming as his eyes pierce into yours.
small trickles of your arousal begin to fly and shoot out of you before you’re full on squirting into his large hand.
“that’s it, baby. mix those colors for me.”
your hand quickly covers your face as it burns red, feeling humiliated at just how fast you came undone.
and just as he wished, your thighs slam into either side of his head with a thud, causing a muffled moan of his to vibrate throughout your core.
cries and moans of his name fall past your lips as he helps you through your intense orgasm, rubbing your thigh reassuringly as he did.
your legs twitch and shake as he continues.
a warm and soft kiss from his full and pouty lips grounds you a bit as your climax reaches its end.
you didn’t even realize he was no longer buried face first into your needy cunt.
you let out an exhausted sigh.
he disconnects from the kiss and pulls his dripping fingers out of you before rubbing the mess you made for him all over your body, swirling the lilac and mint green paint from the lower half of you in a beautiful way.
you look up to the ceiling while you regulate your rapid breathing as he begins to open another can of paint.
he whistles a tune to himself as he dips into the pale yellow, allowing you the time to become fully present for him again.
your head feels fuzzy and filled with love as it all sets in for you.
it’s been so long without hyunjin and the pleasure he’s able to bring you.
he was always so patient and delicate with you. like you were his little flower to nurture and protect.
you feel tears already beginning to prickle at your lash line.
he walks over to you with a sweet smile as he continued to stir the fresh paint with his finger.
“you back, baby?” he asks sweetly, his voice filled with tenderness and warmth.
you hum in response, still not being able to form words yet.
he sets the paint down and leans in to peck your forehead.
you grab onto his sweatshirt, letting out a whine.
he chuckles under his breath before softly caressing the outer part of your ear with his thumb. “you want me to take it off?”
“mhm.” you tug at his collar as you try to pull yourself closer to him.
he obliges, pulling the puffy top over his head and leaning back into you.
you take your turn to show hyunjin how you feel through art, dipping into the paint and tracing small hearts along his abdomen.
he smiles at you endearingly as he hums happily, rubbing his knuckles along the sides of your waist and hips.
he re-coats the now dry paint, using his long and slender fingers to stain the surface of your skin, twisting left, right, up and down to make different shapes and patterns.
“this color reminds me of the light you bring into my life. like my eternal sunshine even on the cloudiest of days.”
you bite your lip, once again feeling the overwhelming bubble of emotions trying to fight their way out.
his praise was never anything surface level and simple such as: “you’re beautiful” or “you make me happy.” it was always so much deeper and more passionate.
“when i see you, it’s like there’s no such thing as pain or heartache. nothing could ever phase me with you in my presence.” he says, taking his non-paint covered hand to stroke your cheek softly.
you sniffle a little as you place both hands on either side of his face and pull him in, noses touching.
“you know that, don’t you? how much you mean to me?” he asks.
you bite your lip as you try to suppress an upcoming cry, nodding your head. “yes.”
he places his hands on both of your hips before turning your body to face him as he stood before you.
“don’t ever think you have to deprive yourself from me. i will always be here to reassure you. in any way, my love. with my words, paintings, my tongue, fingers.”
you shiver as he whispers against your neck.
you pull him into a kiss by his hair.
“love you, hyunjin.” you stop to let out a soft and needy moan as he nibbles at your jawline. “i love you so much.”
he lifts his hips up before finally entering you, causing you to throw your head back as you let out a long and high pitched moan, your fingers turning white as you grab onto his torso.
“look at me, baby.” he says softly, pulling your head back up.
he exhales deeply before pressing his forehead onto yours, pounding into you harder and filling the room with the sound of your two bodies becoming one.
“take me, take me, take me.” he says, breathing heavily as he devoured you with his eyes.
“oh- oh my god.” you dig your nails into the flesh of his back desperately, wishing you could be even closer to him than you are right now.
“mhm.” he groans, grabbing onto your face as he kisses you, smearing paint onto your skin.
“you’re so beautiful, angel. so perfect. you were created so divinely and with such grace. i’ll never stop thanking every star that you’re mine. all mine, my baby.”
you begin to flutter and pulse around him, gasping as you arch your back. “hyunjin!” you whine.
“give it to me, baby. you’re so gorgeous when you come undone for me.” his voice becomes more desperate and filled with whimpers as his thrusts begin to falter and lose precision.
the two of you hold onto each others faces as you both unravel onto and into one another, moaning loudly as you reach your peaks together.
“ah! i love you, i love you, i love you.” he says through gritted teeth, fingers bruising your skin as he fucks in and out of you.
you stop fighting back the tears that so desperately want to escape and allow yourself to cry softly as you lay your head against his shoulder, slightly twitching as the waves of pleasure crash over you.
he exhales deeply once he’s finished, lifting your head up to meet his gaze as he smiles at you.
your face is pink and stained with a few blots of mascara, hair slightly untamed. but to hyunjin, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
“you did such a good job, angel.” he says, caressing your cheek tenderly, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb.
you smile as you bat your sleepy lashes up at him.
he changes both of your positions, switching the two of you to lay on your sides as you spoon each other.
“thank you.” you say softly to him.
he runs a finger from your forehead, to your nose, over your lips, down to your chin before tilting his head to the side. “you don’t need to thank me, baby. i’ll always be here to help you see the beauty in you that i do. i promise.”
your face turns a light shade of pink as you look down. he lifts it back up, smiling that precious squinty smile of his before kissing your lips soft and delicately.
“let’s just stay like this for a little while.” he says, closing his eyes as he rests his chin on top of your head, pulling you in closer.
“hyunjin, i’m not napping on your art desk.” you say, pushing yourself away from him and giving him a sassy look.
he groans dramatically, throwing his head back. “i had a feeling you wouldn’t.”
you giggle softly as you get up from the desk, looking down at your bottom with a sigh. “ugh, it’s so big, hyunjin.” you say, shaking your head.
“hmm. let me see, baby.” he says, giving you a concentrated and serious expression as you turn around for him.
he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, causing you to look back at him. “what is the point of- ow!”
you spin around, rubbing the cheek of yours that was stinging with burn of his slap. you feel something wet on your hand, realizing that it was paint.
you gasp. “did you just put paint on my butt?!” you try to hold back your laughter, wanting to seem upset with him.
“that’s what you get for speaking poorly about your body.” he says, wiping his paint covered hand.
you cross your arms and pout up at him, causing him to sigh and pull you in for a hug.
“i’m sorry, baby. i’m just teasing. but i meant what i said.” he says, poking your side slightly. “no more negative comments, alright?”
you sigh. “okay. ow!” you push yourself off of him and smack his chest at yet another swat against your bottom.
“and that one was for me. i just can’t get enough of this thing right here.” he says, squeezing into your butt roughly with his hands.
you shake your head, turning to walk out of the room, hyunjin quickly following behind.
“that handprint on your ass is amazing, angel. i should take a picture of it with my camera.”
“will you shut up?” you snap, scoffing as you fight back a smile.
“or better yet, i’ll use it as inspo for my next piece!”
