(She/Her) Hi, welcome to my page. I’ll be writing and posting about Bts and Stray Kids… maybe some TXT and Monsta x too… MOSTLY YANDERE AND SMUT! Requests are CLOSED! -MinChan + Namjoon biased-
I’m fairly new to writing. Hoping to improve best I can. Open to constructive criticism. Im a college graduate with a full time job so my posting won’t be as consistent. just writing out my feelings I guess. Best way to express myself. Hope y’all like me 💜
Something about the way he looked at you made you slightly… unnerved. But you brushed it off. Felix was so adorable and seemingly so innocent. I mean, that’s how all his friends described him. Just a sweet cuddle bug! And while yes, he is very much loving, there’s something off about him.
Something that was interesting was when you got hurt. He would eyeball that bruise, scrape, or cut a little too much… he would even touch them if he could. When he did, he’d lightly push on it. He liked the small whine that would leave your lips. But he never took it too far and would stop almost right away when you asked.
So maybe it wasn’t too bad. Maybe you’re just overthinking it. He’s a little weird but so is everyone right?
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You slept peacefully on your side, the night quiet and comfortably cool. The blankets rested just below your shoulder, and the loose collar of your shirt revealed your neck and collarbone. As you slept, your boyfriend’s gaze lingered on your neck. He must have woken up by chance and found himself drawn to the scar there, an old one from childhood, long healed but leaving behind a faint, textured mark.
He’d asked before if he could touch it, but you had declined. Your neck was a sensitive spot, and you weren’t ready for that kind of touch yet. Though it bothered him, he tried not to let it show.
But right now felt like the perfect opportunity. Felix reached out, his hand hovering for a moment before finally making contact with the scar. He let out a soft sigh, one that carried both relief and… pleasure? His fingers moved slowly, tracing the textured mark, his breathing growing heavier, his heart racing in his chest.
At first, you didn’t feel anything, lost in the depths of your sleep. Then came a faint warm sensation that felt like a kiss on your neck, yet it was… different. More intense. Unknown to you, after pressing his lips to your scar, Felix began trailing small licks across it, each motion accompanied by quiet, needy moans.
It didn’t take long for the strange sensation to wake you up, leaving you startled and disoriented.
Your eyes fluttered open, disoriented and unsure of what had woken you. The room was dim, but the warmth and the strange sensation on your neck made you stiffen. You turned your head slightly, trying to figure out what was happening, and then you froze.
“Felix?” Your voice was groggy, but full of confusion.
He didn’t stop immediately, his lips still pressed to your scar, his tongue tracing it slowly. When he finally realized you were awake, he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. His face was flushed, his breathing uneven, and his expression unguarded.
“I-I’m sorry,” he murmured, though his tone lacked conviction. His hand stayed on your shoulder, his thumb grazing the edge of the scar. “I-I couldn’t help myself! It’s… it’s just… I’ve… I’ve been so curious about it, and I-I just wanted to know what it… I just wanted to know…”
“Felix?!” You sat up, pushed him away, and stared at him, unsure whether to be angry, confused, or something else entirely. “I told not to touch there!”
“I know,” he admitted, his gaze dropping. “I-I just…. I just… there’s something about it. About you.” He looked up again, his eyes filled with a strange intensity. “I’m sorry! I-I won’t— mm… I won’t…” he stumbled over his words.
His apology seemed genuine, but his lingering gaze on your neck told you there was more he wasn’t saying. Your heart raced as you tried to process the moment, caught between irritation and the strange vulnerability he was showing you.
“You wanted to know what?” you asked, your tone sharp as you wiped away the saliva from your neck. The sensation left you feeling uneasy, and his silence only made it worse. Felix kept his head down, avoiding your gaze, but you noticed where his eyes had shifted: to his lap.
Your eyes followed, and the sight made you freeze. His pants. He was… excited.
“Felix…” you mumbled, staring in disbelief. “You’re… aroused?”
His cheeks flushed a deep red as he turned his head away, biting his lip. It was painfully obvious how embarrassed he was, but the tension in the air was impossible to ignore.
“What turned you on?” you asked, your brow raised in confusion and disbelief. “My scar? Or… getting caught?”
He hesitated, his voice barely audible when he finally answered, “B-both…”
You stared at him, struggling to process what you had just heard. Your chest felt tight, feeling a mix of emotions… discomfort, confusion, and disgust.
“Both?” you repeated, your voice laced with disbelief. “Felix, do you even realize how weird this is?”
He flinched at your words, his hands gripping the blanket nervously. “I know,” he admitted, his voice soft and shaky. “I know it’s weird. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About how soft it looks… how sensitive it must be. And then, when I touched it, I—”
“Felix!” you cut him off, your cheeks burning. “Stop. Just stop!”
He looked up at you, his eyes pleading. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I messed up. I just—”
“You messed up big time!” you said firmly, though your voice trembled slightly. “I told you not to do that. And now… this?” You gestured vaguely toward his lap, feeling a mixture of disgust and embarrassment.
“I-I know! I’m sorry!” He stuttered.
You sighed as you tried to calm down. “I don’t even know what to say right now.”
Silence fell between you, thick and uncomfortable. Finally, you spoke again, your voice quieter. “I need some space. We’ll talk about this later, but right now, I just… I need to think…”
As you got up, your boyfriend was silent while looking at his lap.
“Cmon, go home.” You said while motioning towards the door.
Your boyfriend was gripping the sheets tight as he looked down. He was silent but had an air of… frustration?
“I don’t understand why you won’t let me touch there…” he muttered under his breath. “You let me touch everywhere else…”
As you froze Felix’s words hung in the air like a threat. Slowly, you turned to face him, anger simmering beneath your confusion.
“Felix,” you said, your voice sharp, “this isn’t about everywhere else. It’s about something I told you I’m not comfortable with. And now, after what you just did, you’re seriously questioning why?”
He shot up from the bed, his movements jerky, his eyes flashing with frustration. “Of course I’m questioning it!” he snapped. “How am I supposed to feel when my own girlfriend acts like I’m not allowed to touch her? You say you trust me, but then you put up these stupid walls like I’m some kind of stranger!”
“Felix, calm down,” you said, your voice wavering as his sudden outburst caught you off guard. “I didn’t say that I dont trust you. It’s about boundaries.”
“Boundaries?” he scoffed, his tone mocking as he took a step closer. “That’s such a cop-out. You let me touch you everywhere else, but suddenly your neck is off-limits? Do you even hear how ridiculous that sounds?”
Your chest tightened, a mix of anger and unease swelling inside you. “It’s my body,” you snapped, your voice firmer now. “And I get to decide what I’m comfortable with. You don’t get to guilt me into changing that.”
“Guilt you?” he barked, his laugh cold and sharp. “I’m not guilting you… I’m just pointing out how unfair you’re being! Do you know how it feels to be shut out by someone who’s supposed to love you? I’ve done everything for you, and this is how you treat me?”
Your breath hitched, his words slicing through you. “Felix, this isn’t about what you’ve ‘done’ for me…”
“Oh, don’t give me that,” he snarled, pacing now. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been understanding. I’ve waited for you to open up to me, and for what? To be treated like I’m some kind of pervert for wanting to be close to you?”
“Felix, stop!” you yelled, your voice breaking with frustration and unease. “Y-you’re not listening to me!”
“No, you’re the one who’s not listening!” he shouted, his voice shaking with barely restrained anger. “Do you even care how this makes me feel? Or are your stupid boundaries more important than our relationship?”
His words hit you like a slap, leaving you momentarily stunned. “You’re twisting this,” you said quietly, your voice trembling. “You’re… you’re scaring me…”
Felix froze when he saw the timid look on your face, his anger melting into guilt almost instantly. “Baby… babydoll, I’m sorry,” he said, his tone softening, though there was a strange edge to it.
Tears began to well in your eyes, slipping down your cheeks as you stood there, unsure how to feel. He stepped closer, his voice more pleading now. “Sorry, sorry!” he murmured, pulling you into a tight embrace.
You leaned into him, seeking comfort, but your mind was too clouded with emotion to notice how his hands moved. One slid up to your neck, his fingers brushing the rough texture of the scar with a deliberate slowness. He made a low hum, the sound vibrating against you.
You thought he was trying to calm you, but there was something off about the way his fingers lingered on your scar, pressing and tracing it. His breathing grew heavier, and his hum turned into more of a groan but he was good at hiding it.
“I’ll go now, okay?” Felix said softly, his voice gentle as he stood by the door. Then, with a sudden shift in tone, he added cheerfully, “I’ll bring you breakfast in the morning!” His mood seemed to have done a complete 180, leaving you blinking in confusion.
Still, you nodded, relieved he was agreeing to leave, at least for a little while. “O-okay…” you murmured, grateful for the chance to gather your thoughts.
“Can I get you some water or something before I go?” he asked, his tone oddly considerate.
“S-sure… thank you,” you replied hesitantly, still trying to process his sudden change in demeanor.
Felix left the room briefly and returned with a glass of water, handing it to you with a smile as he slipped on his coat and shoes. “I’m sure your throat’s a bit dry. Make sure you drink all of it,” he said in a low, velvety voice, his smile lingering as he watched you.
You didn’t think much of it. Your throat was dry, and you were thirsty. You drank the water quickly, nodding in appreciation. “Thanks,” you said softly.
“I’ll be going now. I’ll see you later, okay?” Felix said, his eyes watching you as you climbed back into bed. “Goodnight, my little doll,” he added, his voice carrying an unsettling tenderness.
You heard the front door close moments later, and with that, the tension in the room seemed to ease. You lay back in bed, feeling calmer but also slightly… off. Maybe it was exhaustion, you reasoned. But as your eyes began to close, you couldn’t shake the faint thought that the water had tasted a little strange.
Before you could dwell on it further, sleep overtook you. A heavy and almost unnaturally fast sleep.
And as soon as you were out, Felix slipped back inside, closing the door quietly behind him.
“Don’t worry, my darling…” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’ll always take care of you….”
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A few days later, you found yourself on a casual date with Felix. Whatever tension lingered from that night had faded from your memory, or perhaps you had just chosen to push it aside. Felix had been nothing but sweet since, giving you no reason to suspect anything was wrong.
After a night out, sipping wine, sharing laughs, and enjoying each other’s company, the two of you returned to your place for movies and cuddles. You were a bit tipsy, buzzed enough to feel warm and giggly, but still very much aware.
As you got into the bedroom, you let out a contented sigh and flopped onto the bed, stretching out to relax after the crisp chill of the evening air. Felix kicked off his shoes and followed, pausing in the doorway as he watched you sprawled across the bed. Something about the way you looked, so carefree and at ease, sent a spark of excitement through him.
“You coming over now?” you asked playfully, your voice light and sweet, a little moan escaping as you stretched again.
Felix nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips as he approached. “You’re looking cute,” he said, his tone teasing yet low. “Such a cute little doll.”
Your cheeks flushed as you glanced up at him, his words making your heart flutter.
But as Felix stood over you, his gaze lingered. His eyes roamed your form, taking in every detail, the way your shirt hugged your body, the soft flush in your cheeks, and, of course, the scar on your neck. It was uncovered, prominent against your skin, almost calling to him.
He froze for a moment, staring at it. The urge to reach out was strong, the memory of its texture still vivid in his mind. But he held himself back, his hands clenched at his sides, his expression unreadable as he fought his instincts.
You noticed his pause and tilted your head slightly. “Everything okay?” you asked softly, your voice pulling him out of his thoughts.
Felix blinked, his smirk returning quickly as he sat down beside you. “Yeah, everything’s perfect,” he said, though his gaze briefly flicked back to your neck. “Absolutely perfect.”
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“What movie should we watch?” You asked with a giggle.
“Not sure… thinking about… skipping that part…” he chuckled.
You sat up and made a playful pout. “Aw.”
Felix grabbed your wrist and looked at you with a smirk. “Imagine… what I could do with you…” he mumbled in that deep voice of his.
“What do you mean?” You chuckled while standing, his hand still tightly gripping your wrist.
“I mean… you’re so helpless…” he said lowly, pulling you back down to sit. You resisted, feeling a bit uneasy but laughing it off.
“Baby…” he said while standing, trying to grab your other wrist. “What’s wrong? Scared?” He chuckled.
“Um…” you looked at him with a tilt of your head. Your mind was still fuzzy from the alcohol but there was still some awareness. Instinctually, you pulled back a little but that only seemed to agitate him more.
“Getting away now?” He growled.
“L-lixie…?”
“It’s okay, baby. I like when you struggle. It… excites me.” He chuckled darkly before trying to kiss your lips. In a panic, you shook your head and he instantly pushed you onto the bed.
“Felix! Stop!” You cried out, clarity setting in.
“Babydoll, it’s okay!” He chuckled while crawling over you. “It’s all a game…”
“What game?!”
“I like a little struggle.” He said while roughly grabbing your chin. “Just play along, babydoll~”
You could only look at him in fear as the weight of his body holding you down. The fear in your face and control over you has him aroused and desperate.
“L-lixie…” you whimpered softly.
“I wouldn’t actually rape you, babydoll.” He said while holding your chin. “It’s just a game.” He chuckled, sounding more unhinged by the second. “Oh I just wanna hear you again~”
You trembled as you watched this innocent cuddle bug turn into some maniac.
“The other night… oh the night when you made those noises…” he breathed deeply as if trying to control himself. You could feel his clothed hard on brushing on your thigh. It frightened you just how aroused he was.
“Oh babydoll please…”
“Please what…?”
“For me… can you do it?” He muttered.
“Do what…?”
“Play along…” he replied, sounding more desperate. “Please!”
“W-what?!”
“Scream. Struggle. Act like it… act like well… you know… please.” Your boyfriend pleaded.
“Y-you’re sick!” You stuttered while watching him. “Th-that’s not healthy, Felix!”
“Yes but—!” He desperately grabbed you, pulling your hair a bit which made you cry out a bit.
“Like that! Do more!”
“Felix!” You yelled while looking at him in disgust
Your boyfriend paused, letting go and sitting up. He looked at you with a moment of clarity, realizing how serious this got.
“Lixie… th-this is sick… y-you’re sick…” you stuttered while sitting up.
“I-i… I know…” he turned red and stood up, backing away slowly.
You were actually quite surprised at his admission and looked at him while wiping your tears. “Felix…”
“I don’t know why I’m like this.” He said with a sigh.
“Well…”
“Don’t leave me!” He blurted out suddenly. “I love you so much!”
It was odd just how clingy he was being and you haven’t even been dating for that long.
“Felix—.”
“Don’t!” He pleaded while grabbing your wrists. “I-I can’t live without you!”
He wouldn’t let go and you stood still, afraid of his next move, unsure what he’d do next.
I… I won’t…” you murmured.
He smiled and sighed in relief as he held you, holding back his conflicting desires. It made you uneasy, and made you wonder how long he’s had these weird fantasies. You wondered if this relationship could even last. What if he loses control again?
I’ve kinda been in a deep depression and i got fired from my job for being “too slow”… I told them I have a disability and they said it wouldn’t be a problem. Boss even told me that I’m a good paralegal/worker but that she needs someone that’s not “slow” like me 😀
Leaving me without a job around the holidays is just fucked up. Also, my apartment complex is raising the rent by $200!!
Anyways… while I’m looking for work, I’ll be finishing the 2 fics I already have in the works. One is really really long so… 😅.
If you could help me with with anything, I’d greatly appreciate it. Just for small things like food and gas. If you can’t, just sharing this is appreciated! Thanks…
Btw, is anyone else having a hard time posting links??
Ok your stuff is fucking amazing!!!!!! I am at work yet i am slowly going through your entire Stray Kids masterlist. Have you ever thought of writing about Ateez? With your style of writing I think it would kill! Keep up the great work 🔥❤️
Thank you!! I appreciate it! 💕💕💕
I’m more of a casual listener of Ateez so I don’t really got a good enough grasp of the members to write about them yet. Although I do love Jongho 🥰
Warnings: Age Regression, mention of trauma, anxiety
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You’ve been dating your boyfriend for a few months now. He visits often and has recently started spending the night. This was a new experience for you since you’d never had anyone, let alone a boy, stay over before.
Minho understood that this was your first relationship. He was aware of your past traumas and personal struggles, yet his acceptance and love for you never wavered. It always surprised you how patient and caring he was.
That night was calm and comforting. He held you close, wrapping himself around you as the big spoon, keeping you warm. After a long day, you quickly fell into an exhausted sleep.
But around 7 a.m., the peace was disrupted. Your restless movements, along with small cries and whimpers, began to wake your boyfriend, filling him with con.
You were trapped in a nightmare, reliving a traumatic event. “N-no, stop… no…” you mumbled in your sleep, your voice trembling. “No, please…”
“Y/n?” Minho’s voice was soft but filled with concern as he gently tapped your shoulder, noticing the tears beginning to form in your eyes.
You continued to cry, your movements restless and your words becoming more desperate. “No! No! Stop! Help!” you cried out, your voice taking on a childlike tone of fear.
“Y/n!” Minho’s worry deepened as he shook you gently but firmly. “Y/n, wake up!” His heart raced as he tried to pull you out of the nightmare, desperate to bring you back to reality.
You gasped awake, immediately pulling the covers over yourself, trying to hide as you continued to cry.
“Y/n…? Baby, are you okay?” Minho’s voice was soft but filled with worry as he gently tugged at the covers to uncover you.
You didn’t answer, instead covering your face with your hands as you sat up, body shaking.
Minho sighed quietly, standing and watching you with concern. “Baby…” he said again, this time gently moving your hands away from your face. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
You kept your gaze down, lost in your emotions.
“Baby?” he tried again, but you didn’t respond. It was like you weren’t fully there.
“Y/n?” This time his voice was firmer, pulling you out of your daze. Slowly, you lifted your head to look at him, wiping your tear-streaked cheeks with the back of your hand.
Something about the way you looked at him made him pause, his brow furrowing in concern.
“Y/n, are you okay?” he asked gently, crouching down to meet your gaze.
Your lips quivered in a small pout as you whimpered quietly. Minho’s heart sank as he pieced it together: you were age regressed.
You had mentioned this to him before, though he had never seen it happen. He remembered your explanation about how it was a trauma response, a dissociative state where you became vulnerable and revert to a childlike state. You often cried, and afterward, you wouldn’t remember much of it. Usually, you would isolate yourself until it passed.
Now, seeing it firsthand, Minho’s chest tightened. He understood what you needed most in this moment: gentleness, patience, and comfort.
Minho crouched in front of you, his heart aching at how scared you looked. Your cheeks were still damp, and your lips trembled as you sniffled softly, avoiding his eyes.
“Baby,” he said gently, his voice soft and soothing. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
You whimpered again, clutching the edge of the blanket like it was a lifeline. Minho slowly reached out, careful not to startle you. “Can I hold you?” he asked, giving you the space to decide.
You hesitated but then gave a small nod, your eyes still downcast. Without wasting a second, he sat down on the bed and pulled you into his arms, cradling you gently against his chest.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, stroking your hair as you burrowed into him. “You’re safe, I promise. Nothing can hurt you.”
You clung to him tightly, letting out soft hiccups as the tears began to slow. Minho rocked you slightly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“Do you need anything, baby?” he asked softly.
You shook your head against his chest, but your fingers clutched at his shirt like you were afraid he’d let go.
“Okay,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll just stay like this, alright? I’m not going anywhere.”
For a while, the two of you stayed there in the quiet, your breathing slowly evening out as you relaxed in his arms. Minho felt your grip loosen slightly, and he smiled softly.
“Are you feeling a little better?” he asked after a while, his voice still calm and gentle.
You nodded shyly, finally peeking up at him with wide, teary eyes. “Stay?” you whispered in a small voice, barely audible.
“I’m staying,” Minho promised, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’ll stay as long as you need me, sweetheart.”
He adjusted the blanket around you, tucking you in securely while keeping his arms wrapped around you. In that moment, he decided he’d learn everything he could to support you through moments like this. For now, though, he focused on making you feel safe and loved, reassuring you with every quiet word and gentle touch.
You stayed curled up against Minho, his warmth and steady presence slowly calming you. Every time you whimpered or shifted uneasily, he would murmur reassurances, his hand never stopping its gentle strokes along your back.
After a while, your tears stopped completely, though your grip on him remained firm. He noticed your small movements as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, your eyes flickering up to his face every now and then.
“Do you want to talk, baby?” Minho asked softly, tilting his head to meet your gaze.
You shook your head quickly, burying your face back into his chest.
“Okay,” he said easily, not pushing. “We don’t have to talk. We can just stay like this.”
A moment of silence passed before you mumbled quietly, “C-can I…h-have my puppy?”
Minho blinked, realizing what you meant. He remembered the pink stuffed dog you always kept on your bed, the one you had mentioned was a comfort item from your childhood.
“Of course, baby. Let me grab it for you.”
He gently eased you off his lap, making sure you were still wrapped in the blanket. As soon as he handed the bunny to you, your face lit up just a little, and you clutched it close.
“Thank you…” you whispered, your voice small but grateful.
Minho’s heart melted at the sight of you. “Anything for you,” he said softly, settling back beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
For a while, you played quietly with the puppy ears, the tension in your body gradually easing. Minho stayed close, watching over you with a protective yet tender expression.
“Are you hungry?” he asked after some time.
You tilted your head thoughtfully, then nodded.
“Okay. Stay here, and I’ll bring you something,” he said, brushing your hair gently before standing up.
As he walked to the kitchen, Minho felt a wave of determination. He wanted to be your anchor, the person you could always turn to during moments like this. He quickly prepared some toast and a small glass of juice, keeping it simple yet comforting.
When he returned, you looked up at him with wide eyes, your puppy plush still clutched tightly in your arms.
“All for you,” he said with a smile, setting the plate down on the bed. He sat beside you and handed you a piece, making sure you were comfortable.
You nibbled on the toast, leaning against his side as you ate. “Thank you…” you said in that small voice.
He kissed the top of your head. “You never have to thank me, baby. I’m always here for you.”
Though you were still quiet, there was a lightness returning to your expression.
As you finished nibbling on the toast, you turned to Minho with a shy smile, crumbs still on your lips. “More juice?” you asked in a soft, hopeful voice, holding the empty glass out to him with both hands.
Minho chuckled softly, taking the glass from you. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll be right back, okay? Stay here with your puppy.”
You nodded, clutching your stuffed dog tightly and watching him as he walked to the kitchen. When he returned, you were sitting cross-legged on the bed, the blanket draped over your shoulders like a cape.
“Here you go, baby,” he said, handing you the refilled glass.
“Thank you,” you said sweetly, taking a small sip before looking up at him with wide eyes. “Will you color with me?”
Minho blinked for a moment, caught off guard. “Color?”
You nodded enthusiastically. “I wanna color,” you said, your voice a little brighter now.
A smile spread across his face as he grabbed the supplies and sat beside you. “Okay, what are we going to draw?”
You thought for a moment, before giggling. “A puppy! Like puppy here!” You held up your stuffed dog for emphasis, its floppy ears bouncing as you moved.
Minho laughed softly. “Puppy it is.”
He looked through your desk, finding some paper and colored pencils and bringing them to you.
You handed him a blue pencil and kept the pink one for yourself. While you scribbled happily, Minho focused on drawing a puppy with big floppy ears and a goofy grin, occasionally glancing at you to see your progress.
“Look!” you said, holding up your drawing proudly. It was a little messy, but you’d drawn a pink dog surrounded by colorful scribbles.
“That’s amazing, Y/n!” Minho praised, his smile genuine. “Your puppy looks so happy!”
“Yours good too!” you said, pointing to his drawing. Then you giggled, pointing at the ears. “They’re so big!”
Minho laughed along with you. “Big ears for a puppy, huh?” he said, making them even larger with a few extra strokes.
You leaned against him as you continued coloring, feeling safe and happy in his presence. After a while, you yawned, rubbing your eyes with one hand while still holding your bunny in the other.
“Getting sleepy again, baby?” Minho asked, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You nodded, your voice soft and small. “Mhm… but stay?”
“I’ll stay right here,” he promised, tucking you back under the blanket and helping you lie down.
He adjusted the pillow beneath your head and made sure your plushie was snug in your arms. Sitting beside you, he hummed a soft tune, his hand stroking your hair until your eyes began to close.
“Night-night…” you mumbled, your voice fading as sleep overtook you.
“Goodnight, baby,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Sweet dreams.”
Even as you drifted off, Minho stayed by your side, determined to protect you from the world, the world that had hurt you so much.
You slept for a few more hours while Minho quietly went about his morning. He brushed his teeth, got dressed, and tidied up the room, careful not to disturb you.
When you finally stirred, you felt more relaxed and rested. Slowly, you opened your eyes, blinking at the sunlight streaming through the window.
“Hey, baby,” Minho said softly, noticing you waking up. “How are you feeling?”
You yawned and rubbed your eyes before turning to him. “I’m okay…” you mumbled, glancing toward the window. Then, your eyes widened. “Wait! What time is it?!”
Minho checked his phone. “Uh, around 2 p.m., I think?” He hesitated, realizing you were no longer regressed.
“I slept that long?!” you exclaimed, sitting up quickly.
“Hey, Y/n?” Minho’s tone was calm but filled with concern. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied with a slight tilt of your head. “Why?”
He hesitated before asking gently, “You… don’t remember earlier, do you?”
You frowned, shaking your head slowly. “No…?”
Minho gave you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about it.”
The conversation ended there, but the thought lingered in your mind for the rest of the afternoon.
Later, as you prepared for your therapy appointment, something clicked. You realized there was a gap in your memory from earlier that morning. You remembered waking up at 2, but everything before that felt hazy and distant.
A sinking feeling settled in your chest. What if…? you thought, dread creeping in. What if it happened again? The idea of Minho seeing you in such a vulnerable state filled you with anxiety.
Unable to push the thought aside, you grabbed your phone and dialed his number. The line barely rang before he answered.
“Hey, Y/n,” Minho said, his voice warm. “What’s up?”
You hesitated, your voice wavering slightly. “Minho… did something happen this morning? Before I woke up?”
There was a pause on the other end. Then, his tone softened even more. “Yeah, baby, but it’s nothing you need to worry about. I promise.”
Your grip on the phone tightened. “So… it happened, didn’t it? I regressed?”
“Yes,” he admitted gently. “But it’s okay. I stayed with you, and you were safe the whole time.”
Tears pricked your eyes as you whispered, “You didn’t… think it was weird?”
“No, never,” Minho said firmly. “It just made me want to take care of you even more. I’m here for you, baby.”
His reassurance melted some of the dread in your chest, and for the first time since waking up, you felt like you could breathe again.
“I love you,” Minho said suddenly, his voice warm and genuine.
Your cheeks flushed as you smiled softly to yourself. “I love you too,” you replied, your voice filled with emotion.
“Y/n…?” he asked, his tone shifting slightly, as if he wanted to make sure you were really listening.
“Yes?”
“I’m happy to be your caregiver,” he said with a smile, though you couldn’t see it through the phone, you could feel the sincerity in his words. “Don’t feel guilty about it. I’ll always be here for you.”
Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from fear or shame—they were from the overwhelming sense of safety and love that his words brought you.
“Thank you, Minho,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly.
“Always,” he said softly, as if it were the simplest truth in the world.
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Something like this happened to me the other day with my boyfriend. The thought of me being so vulnerable in front of him is so embarrassing and it was awkward trying to piece the morning together as I also didn’t remember it. I called him the next day and asked what happened. I guess I woke up from a nightmare and regressed a little. Still embarrassing to think about but my therapist tried explaining it to me… sometimes I feel like a crazy person.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, squirting, pet names, corruption kink, fingering
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This is the furthest you’ve gotten. Your heart was racing as you’ve never felt these feeling before. Your boyfriend looked at you, biting his lip at the sight of you lose yourself.
Both of you were left in your underwear. You were still feeling shy about removing your panties completely but that didn’t stop the pleasure.
“H-Hyunjin—!” You gasped as he moved you on his clothed hard cock. He wasn’t even fucking you but you were a mess.
Hyunjin smirked at you as he slowly touched your clothed cunt and rubbing circles.
“J-Jinnie~” you whimpered as you moved your hips against his fingers.
“You like that, hm?” He teased. There was something so sexy about the way he looked at you. It drove you nuts.
“Wouldn’t mind me playing with your little pussy now, right baby?” He whispered while slowly slipping his fingers under your panties making your breath hitch.
“Mm-mm- Jinnie~!” You moaned out loud the second he touched your clit.
“Oh you like that~?” He smirked before touching you some more, making your mind fuzzy with pleasure. “How about… I keep going, hm?” Hyunjin added as he stuck his hand in and teasing your hole.
Your eyes rolled back and you covered your mouth, not wanting to be too loud.
“Afraid the neighbors will hear you?.” He smirked while removing your hand with his other hand. “Silly silly girl~”
Suddenly you feel his finger slip in, eliciting a loud moan to escape your lips.
“Like that?” I said lowly while slowly moving his finger.
You couldn’t respond, only pant at the slightest movement as his middle finger curled in you. His hands were big and you were just surprised how deep he could go with just his middle finger.
“Didn’t hear you, baby~” He growled while moving his finger in and out before adding the second finger.
“Mm-mmhm! Yes Jinnie~!” You gasped and panted, losing your mind as he moved his fingers faster.
In and out, in and out. How long was it? Not long before you let go, cumming for the first time. You panted and whimpered from exhaustion and legs trembled, but he kept going, and you subconsciously bucked you hips. You didn’t feel in control. It felt like you were possessed by some type of sex demon. The neediness was intense.
Your panties were already soaked with cum and his boxers were getting wet as well from his own arousal and of course you. You knew that you came a lot, but you weren’t done.
“J-jinnie— agh! Jinnie—! Fuck~” you moaned and panted, throwing your head back in pleasure.
The lewd noised that came from your cunt as he continued finger fucking your wetness drove you nuts.
“A-ah~! Ah—! J-ji—!” You stuttered between pants before letting go. “F-fuck! Fuck!” You came hard.
Hyunjin smirked and he moved his fingers slowly to remove them before you came again without warning.
“F-fuck! Agh Hyunjin!” You practically screamed out before making a mess. A huge mess.
Hyunjin was shocked by how you squirted like that. Yes your panties were ruined but his shorts were also a mess.
After a moment, you looked down noticing the mess. Perhaps he came when you did? There’s no way you just did that!
“God… that’s so… so hot…” your boyfriend grunted as he removed his fingers and started looking at the damage and you getting all shy.
“Look at you… what a good girl.” Your boyfriend smiled and rubbed your warm cheek. You leaned into his touch and sighed, feeling so good in this moment. Slightly embarrassed but good nonetheless…
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, spanking, dirty talk, pet names, some angst, mention of abuse
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Something that made you feel insecure was the scars and bruises on your body, reminders of a tough childhood. Some scars never fully faded, and your rear bore the brunt of it. While they no longer caused pain, the marks were still visible, and you worried that potential partners might find them unattractive or even off-putting. Being intimate was already challenging, and this only added to your anxiety.
But now you have a boyfriend who is kind and caring. You wonder how he will react when he sees the scars on your body…
💜—
Your boyfriend wasn’t always the cuddliest, but he loved it when you were. Like a cat, sometimes he wanted affection, sometimes he didn’t. But after a cozy date night, you both found yourselves lying in bed. He was a bit tired from work, so your intimate cuddles felt just right.
A show played on his phone as you cuddled. Something on Hulu. But you weren’t really paying too much attention because you were a bit… needy. Ever so slightly, you were humping his leg and it appeared that he didn’t notice. Your pajama shorts were thin and lose, making you feel every sensation when against him.
“Jagiya…” I said lowly, breaking you out of your headspace.
“Hm?”
“Needy?” He said bluntly, still keeping his eyes on whatever the show was.
“Um…” you blushed, only for him to turn and look at you with a teasing smirk.
“You’re bad at hiding it.” He chuckled.
You sat up, sitting back on your ankles, hands between your legs. You knew what you were doing and looked at him with a pout.
“What are you doing, princess?” Yoongi said while also sitting up.
“Mm… what are you talking about?” You replied, feigning ignorance.
“Silly girl. You no exactly what you’re doing.” He shook his head.
You made a giggle before leaning forward and kissing his lips. Yoongi happily accepted it and kissed back, biting your lip a few times. You couldn’t help moaning a bit and that seemed to rile him up more and he grabbed your waist to pull you close.
“Look what you’re doing, baby. Getting me all turned on…” he groaned while kissing down your neck.
“Me? I didn’t do anything.” You teased.
“Dirty little girl—…”
“Princess!” You said bluntly with a giggle.
“Oh right. My dirty little princess.” He teased while pulling back and holding your chin. “The things I could do to you…”
“Like what?” You replied with a playful pout.
Yoongi pulled you a little closer by the chin and groaned a bit, his voice getting low. “God… you get me hard… you don’t wanna know.”
“I do.” You pouted.
“I’m gonna bend you over my knee and spank you til your ass is red then fuck you so hard that his whole apartment complex will hear you.” He smirked. “You’re not gonna be able to walk. You’re not gonna be able to do anything because your little body will be mine.” He practically growled and it made you soaked. Oh your neediness got stronger. You were red in the face as you’ve never heard him talk like that.
“You a little freak.” You smirked, trying to play it off.
“Yeah? And yet you were the desperate little princess that was asking for it…”
Again, you fell silent, shocked but incredibly turned on by his words.
“Being a little freak, you must have a favorite position, hm?” You continued, trying to keep up the act.
“I do.” Yoongi said slyly.
“Yeah? And what would that be—?”
Before you could say anything else, he suddenly pushed you down and rolls you on your stomach. You gasp loudly as he pushes your knees in, making your ass perk up. He also pulled your shorts down and leaned in close.
“Shocked?”
You were stunned, not expecting that to happen so fast.
“Hey princess.” He teased while running his fingers along your lavender panties, making you whimpering slightly. “Like that?”
“M-mmhm…” you managed to get out, small uncontrollable moans escaped your lips and your vision glassy.
“Oh… your panties are soaked. Look at you.” He mocked while continuing to touch your spot over your underwear.
You didn’t say anything, only moaning before he gave you a sudden slap to the thigh.
“Princess~… I’m talking to you.”
You gasped at the slap and nodded. “Y-yeah…” you whimpered.
Your boyfriend had a hard time holding back as he massaged your rear. He quickly removed his pants and pushed his hard cock against you. “Want this~?”
You whimpered at the feeling, getting more and more sensitive.
“M-mmhm please!”
“Begging now?” He chuckled.
“Please, yoongi!” You yelled out.
He smirked and lowered your panties. Your face went read when he did so, suddenly remembering the scars as you got self conscious.
Yoongi paused when he saw them. You had told him about them before, but he’s never actually seen them.
You heard some shuffling and wondered if he was suddenly turned off. “Y-yoongi-…?”
“Hm? What’s wrong?” He said, you couldn’t see behind you but he had actually removed his boxers and was ready to get what he wanted.
“I-I… I told you about the… um…” you paused. “I understand if you don’t—… uh…”
“Your scars don’t matter.” He said while massaging your ass, practically caressing each cheek.
“But—“
“Funny girl.” He chuckled. “I’m still gonna get what I want.” He said while feeling around your folds with his two fingers.
You bit your lip to keep your moans at bay before feeling him roughly grab your waist.
“Now hold still, Princess.” He smirked. “Be good for me~”
You sit at your desk, staring down at the open notebook, your fingers tracing its edges, but your mind is somewhere else. The house is quiet, a little too quiet, and that familiar, uneasy feeling creeps over you again. Lately, it’s like someone’s been watching you, even when you’re sure you’re alone.
You try to shake it off, just like you’ve done every other time, telling yourself it’s nothing. But deep down, you know it’s not just paranoia. The little things have been adding up. Your stuff is always out of place, your jewelry box lid half open, a photo frame slightly crooked. And Han… well, you had mentioned it to him once, but he brushed it off.
"You're stressed, Y/N," he had said with that charming smile. "You need to relax."
That smile you love. Now it just feels off.
Your eyes drift to your bedside lamp. Something flashes, just for a second, but you see it. You sit up, heart skipping a beat as you reach for the lamp. Unscrewing the lampshade, you freeze when you see it. A tiny, blinking red light. A camera.
What the hell??
Your pulse quickens as you stare at the small device in your hand. Why is there a camera here? Who put it here?
But you already know. You just don’t want to believe it.
Your breath comes in short gasps as you tear through your room. Behind the framed pictures, inside the air vents, even inside your stuffed bear. More cameras. Everywhere.
You feel sick. How long has this been happening? How much has Han seen?
Without thinking, you grab your phone and dial Han. The anger in your voice barely masks the fear. “Han, we need to talk. Now.”
It doesn’t take him long to show up. His face is full of concern—or is it something darker? You can’t tell anymore.
“What’s going on?” he asks, stepping inside like nothing’s wrong. Like he hasn’t been invading every second of your life.
You hold up the camera, your hand trembling. “Why are there cameras in my room?”
For a split second, something flickers in his eyes. And then, just like that, his mask drops. The concern fades, and what’s left makes your stomach twist.
“I did it to protect you,” he says softly, stepping closer. “You don’t understand. I need to know you’re safe.”
Your breath hitches in your throat. You want to scream, to cry, but all that comes out is cold, hard disbelief. "This isn’t protection, Han. This is control."
His eyes darken, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You don’t get to walk away from me."
Your body tenses as he steps closer, too close. His hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist before you can react. Pain surges through your arm as his grip tightens.
“You’re mine, Y/N,” he growls, his breath hot against your face. “No one else will take care of you like I do. You don’t get to leave me.”
A wave of panic crashes over you, but underneath it, anger is building. You twist your wrist, trying to pull free, but his grip only tightens. The pressure makes your vision blur with tears.
“No, Han…” Your voice trembling with fury. “Y-you’re sick!”
Without thinking, you drive your knee up into his stomach, hard.
He lets out a grunt, doubling over just enough for you to yank your arm free. You stumble back, heart pounding, adrenaline flooding your system. But then Han straightens, his face twisting with rage.
Before you can react, his hand swings out, slapping you across the cheek. Pain stinging in your face, knocking you off balance. You crash into the dresser, books and other nicknacks scattering to the floor. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you whimpered a bit in pain.
He’s standing over you now, breathing heavily, his fists clenched, but then something shifts in his expression. His eyes soften, a flicker of regret passing over his face as he takes in your terrified look.
“Baby, I’m sorry!” Han pleads, his voice breaking. “Don’t cry, please! I-I didn’t mean to hurt you!”
The room spins as you force yourself up, your legs trembling beneath you. Your hand brushes against the dresser, and you grab the nearest thing, a heavy lamp. Without a second thought, you throw it at him.
It misses, crashing into the wall behind him, but Han still flinches, staggering back as he dodges. His eyes widen, and for a moment, you see hurt flicker there.
“Y/N? W-why are you trying to hurt me?” His voice trembles, and you pause, your heart pounding in your chest.
“You’re the one getting violent!” you shout, the words tearing from your throat.
For a split second, he looks like he’s about to cry, and something inside you twists painfully. He just stands there, staring at you with those sad, broken eyes, making your heart ache.
He’s manipulating you. You know it, you *know* it, but that pang of guilt creeps in anyway. You have to shake it off.
“Stop it, Han. It’s not working. Not this time.”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, the softness drains from his face. The mask drops, revealing the cold, eerie calm underneath.
“Y/N…” he says, his voice unnervingly steady. “You know I love you. Everything I do is because I love you.” He takes a step closer, his eyes darkening. “And I’ll do anything for you.”
Han’s words hang in the air, thick and suffocating. His eerie calm sends a chill down your spine, but your legs won’t move. His eyes bore into yours, dark and unwavering, and you realize with a sickening jolt that there’s no reasoning with him. He’s beyond that now.
You back up slowly, your heart pounding in your chest. “Han… stay away from me.”
But he doesn’t listen. Instead, he takes another step toward you, his voice lowering into something soft, almost tender. “I’m the only one who can protect you, Y/N. Don’t you see? No one else will love you the way I do.”
You feel the wall press against your back, cold and unyielding. There’s nowhere else to go.
“Please, Han,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Don’t do this.”
For a moment, his face softens again, but you know it’s a lie, just like before. He closes the distance between you in two long strides, grabbing your arms and pinning you against the wall. His grip is bruising, his breath hot and uneven as he leans in, his eyes glinting with something dangerous.
“Why can’t you just be mine?” he whispers harshly, his fingers digging into your skin. “Why do you have to make this so hard?”
Panic surges through you, but your body feels frozen. You struggle against his hold, but he’s too strong. His hands move to your throat, not tightening, but just enough to make you realize how helpless you are in that moment.
Your vision blurs with tears as you gasp for air, your body trembling under his hold. This is it, you think. It’s the end. You close your eyes in defeat, bracing for the inevitable as his hands apply light pressure to your throat.
But then, just as quickly as it started, the pressure eases. You blink in confusion, feeling his grip loosen. When you open your eyes, Han’s expression has changed… his face etched with guilt, sadness pooling in his eyes.
“Baby…” he whispers softly, his hands still hovering at your throat, but no longer squeezing.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch him look down at his own hands, as if seeing them for the first time. Tears start to roll down his cheeks, silent and slow, before he suddenly pulls you into a tight embrace.
“I-I’m sorry…” he sobs, his voice breaking.
His arms wrap around you, almost crushing you against him, and the sudden shift feels jarring. You can hear him weeping, his breath catching between sobs. The warmth of his body, the way he clings to you, it's so different from the rage that had consumed him moments ago.
You stand frozen, your body still shaking, unsure of what to do. Was this another trick? Another way to manipulate you, to pull you back into his control? Or… was he actually genuine this time?
It was hard to tell, and that terrified you the most...
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Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea. It was early in the morning when his housemate, Chan, had come home and was in the next room. Last night he was at the studio, working himself to exhaustion. But now he’s here.
So what was the problem? Well you were being intimate with your boyfriend. You were on his lap, his hard cock deep in your cunt. Jeongin was laying down, holding onto your thighs then ass as he moved you. But when hearing the front door, you froze.
“Shit… I thought… you said—…” you whispered, trying to keep your breathing down.
“He’ll leave soon.” Jeongin whispered back causally. “Keep going baby… you look so hot right now.”
Small whimpers escaped your lips as you moved again. It was slow and you did your absolute best to keep quiet. But it must’ve been too slow for your boyfriend because he decided to thrust up.
“J-Jeon— agh~” This elicited a moan to escape your lips and your cheeks went red. You looked down at jeongin, only to see your boyfriend smiling devilishly at you while tapping his pointer finger to his lips in a shushing motion.
Slowly you moved your hand to cover your mouth and Jeongin started thrusting up again. It was hard to keep quiet and your eyes rolled back as you held your mouth. Moans and gasps suppressed.
‘When is he leaving??’ You thought to yourself.
Chan was grabbing his keys and a soda from the fridge. You knew he was leaving soon but it felt like he was taking forever!
“Shhh~” Jeongin whispered in a teasing tone as a muffled moan escaped you. “Wouldn’t want Channie to hear you now, hm?”
“Mm—mm— mm—” It was hard to think straight as he hit that sweet spot multiple times but you managed to shake your head.
Your thighs trembled as you now moved yourself and gasps covered by your hand.
“Such a good girl~” he whispered while holding your waist then using one hand to gently massage your breast. “Keep going~”
That sweet release was so close and you felt yourself clenching around him it as you moved feverishly.
Finally, he left. There was silence in the front room. The front door closed and the clicking of the lock could be heard. Jeongin grunted as he thrusted up and you let go of your mouth. “Such a good girl! Fuck—… you’re so good~”
“A-ah— j-Jeongin—! I-I—“ you moaned loudly, no longer caring about the volume. “I-I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum—!” You gasped aloud.
“I know.” He smirked. “Let go now. Let go for me.”
As if on command you came. And you came hard. It left you panting and eyes glassy.
Jeongin was pretty satisfied and careful not to move just in case you were too overstimulated. “Good job, baby. Let’s rest now, okay?”
Felix has always been an incredibly sweet boyfriend: loving, affectionate, and always ready for a cuddle. You often find yourself wondering how you got so lucky. But in terms of intimacy, that’s it. While there’s plenty of cuddles and kisses, there hasn’t been much in the way of deeper intimacy. Despite dating for months, things just haven’t progressed further. He’s never pushed you for more, and neither have you…
After seeing a movie with your friends, something stuck in your mind. It was a silly film, but there was this awkward sex scene that got everyone laughing. Your friends started joking about how your boyfriend, was probably a secret freak in bed like the guy in the movie. It was funny at the time, and you just waved it off.
Later, after grabbing a quick bite, you came home to Felix, who greeted you warmly as you walked through the door.
“Hi, baby,” Felix said, his voice soft and affectionate.
“Hi!” you replied, slipping off your shoes.
“Did you have fun with your friends?”
“Mmhm!” You nodded, moving to sit beside him on the couch. “We just hung out and watched some dumb movie,” you added as he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Yeah? Sounds fun.”
“There was a weird sex scene, and one of my friends joked that you were probably a little freak like that guy,” you chuckled, throwing it out casually.
“Oh. Heh.” Felix paused, then gave a nervous chuckle, which immediately piqued your curiosity.
“Felix?”
“What?” he said, avoiding eye contact.
“You hesitated there,” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Well, um…”
“Are you suggesting…?”
Felix blushed, clearly uncomfortable but not saying much.
“What, you like that sexual stuff?” you teased, leaning closer to him.
“Well—“
“Jeez, baby, why didn’t you mention it before? What kind of sexy fantasies do you have?” you asked, genuinely curious now.
“So you are a little deviant,” you chuckled awkwardly. “How do you know I wouldn’t like it if you never brought it up?”
“Well I just don’t know if you’re ready for what I like.” He smirked. “Might be a little much for a princess.”
You could tell he was teasing now, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to play along. Still, maybe it would be worth it.
“I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw at me,” you said, your face flushing as you tried to sound confident.
“Are you sure?” His voice dropped lower, sending a shiver through you as he leaned in closer. “Because I have many rules... and I don’t like it when they’re broken.”
There was a sudden shift in his demeanor, and the intensity in his eyes made your heart race. You could feel the heat rising in you, a sensation that was already making you wet and undeniably... aroused.
You were caught off guard. Who knew your sweet, innocent boyfriend had this... side to him? It was unexpected, yet strangely intriguing. Even though you'd never experienced anything like this before, a part of you was curious… maybe even eager to try.
“I think I can do it,” you replied, your voice filled with a hint of fake confidence, trying to mask the nervous excitement building inside you.
Felix’s grin grew, a devious spark in his eyes. “Is that so?” he whispered, his tone sending a thrill down your spine.
“Mmhm,” you nodded, feeling your heartbeat quicken.
“Alright then. Let’s establish the rules,” Felix said casually, his fingers gently stroking your hair. “First is the safe word.”
You paused, caught off guard by how serious he sounded. You’d never thought about having a safe word before. After a moment of thinking, you replied, “Hm… how about... flower?”
“Perfect,” he said with a soft smile. “Just say it whenever things get too much, okay?”
You nodded, a mix of excitement and nerves running through you as you wondered what else he had in store.
Felix took your hand and led you to the bedroom, guiding you to sit on the bed while he stood back, his eyes lingering on you with intent.
His voice was calm but firm as he began laying out the rules, his demeanor a far cry from the sweet boyfriend you were used to. “You’re my submissive. My little princess. You will address me by my name or ‘sir.’ Maybe ‘master’ if I’m feeling… extra.” He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ll listen to me and speak only when I say so. Got it?”
You nodded quickly, but he cleared his throat, making you jump. “Speak.”
“Y-yes, Felix,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Good,” he said, clearly pleased. “Next, absolutely no touching yourself unless I give you permission. Your body is mine now. Got it?”
“Yes, Felix…” you responded, feeling your pulse quicken.
He continued, his tone even but filled with authority. “Good behavior will be rewarded. But bad behavior? That’ll earn you a punishment. And trust me, I don’t like bratty behavior.”
“Punishment?” you asked, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty in your voice.
“Mmhm,” he hummed darkly. “I have plenty of… toys… to punish you with.”
You chuckled nervously, thinking he had to be joking. “You’re lying. No way.”
But that smirk on his face told you he wasn’t. The devious glint in his eyes left you feeling nervous, yet undeniably more aroused.
“Disobey me, and you’ll suffer the consequences, Princess,” he said, his voice dropping lower, making you blush deeply.
Was it already starting? Was he already domming you?? Your thoughts were broken by one simple word.
“Strip.” He said simply, leaving to dumbfounded. This made him raise a brow. “Hey. I told you to do something.”
“O-oh sorry!” You said quickly when coming to. Slowly you removed your shirt then pants. He watched with a smirk, loving the sight of your body.
You were feeling a bit self conscious, you weren’t exactly the smallest girl around.
“You look beautiful, princess.” He said in a softer voice, reminding you that this was just an act.
You slowly removed your bra, stopping at your panties when he gestured to stop.
“Good girl.” He said as he got close to you. Felix moved you back on the bed, starting to get on top of you and gently kissing your lips.
A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt his hand between your legs. He rubbed circles on your clothed cunt, stimulating you ever so slightly; little jolts of pleasure making you twitch a bit.
Your boyfriend’s kisses got more aggressive as he bit your lip and inserted his tongue. His thumb pressed into your clothed cunt while his other hand squeezed your waist tight as he kissed down your neck. This had you whimpering.
From your waist, Felix moved his hand to under your bottom squeezing and pulling you into his hard cock that was prominent through his pants. Just the feeling had your cunt throbbing, making you hot and needy. You whined slightly, making him smirk.
“What’s wrong, princess?” He teased.
It was hard to speak as he continued pressing himself into your soaked underwear. “I asked you a question, doll~” he said in that deep voice, roughly grabbing your chin.
“M-mmhm— y-yes sir…” you whimpered in response.
Felix practically buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting at your neck. But it wasn’t nips. They were bites, the bites to leave marks. You nearly screamed, not sure if it was from pain or pleasure… or both.
“F-Felix—!” You gasped.
This only made him chuckle darkly as he moved down to bite around your collarbone. He squeezed your throat slightly as he marked you around your collarbone. Your heart was racing and you gripped his hand, digging your nails into his hand. Felix growled a bit and used his other hand to swiftly smack your thigh; it stung more than expected and made you cry out and let go of his hand
Felix stopped his biting and looked at you sharply, hand still lightly squeezing your neck. his eyes peered into yours, eyes full of lust.
“Causing me problems already?” He asked.
“I-I—” you barely managed to get out.
Suddenly a slap to your cheek had your attention. Instinctively, you tried grabbing your cheek before Felix slapped your hand away. “No!” He said sharply before slapping you again. “You answer me when I talk to you! Got it?!”
“Y-yes! Yes Felix!” You nodded quickly before he lifted himself off and suddenly flipped you on your stomach.
“Don’t move!”
Of course you didn’t. His sudden violent turn took you by surprise. What just happened?? You were still dumbfounded. You lay there face down like a ragdoll while hearing a belt unbuckling and some shuffling.
Felix was quick to discard his clothes to the side and propped your butt up. He smiled darkly while ever so slightly dragging his finger nails along your thighs. This made you shiver.
“Look how cute.” He chuckled while pulling the strap of your panties and letting it snap back.
A small whimper slipped out which seemed to satisfy Felix greatly.
After removing your underwear started stroking your cunt, slowly going through the folds, making your head spin. He would tease your hole with his fingers, relishing in your whimpers.
“You’re gonna hold still for me, right princess?” He asked in that deep voice, the voice that could make you cum on the spot.
“Y-yes sir…” you whimpered before he pulled your hair back and pinned an arm behind your back. A gasp was heard and you felt his hard cock touching your cunt. You barely had time to process before he suddenly pushed in. Your squeal was muffled by the bed sheets that your face was buried in.
Felix groaned as he started moving, but that gentleness didn’t last long as when he got comfortable in your warm cunt he went faster and harder.
It was as he was fucking all his anger into you. He wasn’t even grunting, more like growling as he railed you into the bed.
“A-agh! Felix—!” You were yelling and gasping into the sheets as he mercilessly pounded you, hitting that bundle of nerves that made you dizzy with lust.
“Such a good girl you’re being~” he grunted, only slowing down as he pulled your hair to raise your head. “Why hide those beautiful sounds, princess?” He growled as he yanked your hair again. “I wanna hear it. Oh please princess~” he teased, still thrusting slow but harsh and deep, making your eyes roll back. “I want the neighbors to hear~!” He smirked before speeding up again.
You were on edge, stimulated to the max, know that you’d come at any moment and he knew this.
“F-fuck—! Fuck!! Felix! Agh!” Your moans almost came out as screams as he pounded you into the bed. The poor bed frame that was smacking the wall over and over. You swear it was squeaking and that it was just gonna break.
“I can feel how close you are…” he groaned. “Are you gonna cum? Is my little princess gonna cum~?” he teased with fake sympathy. “D-do it! Make a mess! Say my name, whore!”
And there it was, the breaking point. The merciless railing and his deep voice saying those degrading words had you over the edge.
“A-agh! F-f-Felix—!” You moaned out loud as you came with intense pressure.
Almost as soon as it happened, he pulled out and flipped you on your back, before moving his throbbing cock around your sensitive area then coming on your stomach. You could tell it was intense for him too. He loomed over you, panting and with forehead sweating. He looked down at you with a smile as he gently massaged your breasts.
On the other hand, you were on cloud nine. The euphoric feeling taking over your mind like a drug. You could barely focus your vision on him and you mumbled out something incoherent.
“Shhh…. You don’t have to speak, Princess.” Felix was rubbing your cheeks, back to his soft demeanor. “You did so good for me. I can’t wait to show you more~”
Hey guys. I’m sorry I’ve been so bad at posting. It’s been a rough few weeks. I got super busy with a new job then recently moved cities. For some reason I got really sick after moving. Not sure if it was Covid or what but it was pretty bad and I was almost hospitalized. Whatever it was, I’m feeling better now.
I have some fics I wrote but I can’t bring myself to post them yet as I feel they’re not my best. Like not to my own standards and I kinda hate them… I’ll have to revise them.
Anyways. I’ll be back to regular posting by September. By then I should be settled in this new place and probably not be sick af 😭
I appreciate all your love and support. Hope you enjoy my fics in the meanwhile.
Childhood trauma has made intimacy difficult for you. You felt bad knowing how cuddly your boyfriend is but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was so sweet about it. Before even touching you, he’ll ask or pause, patiently waiting for a sign of approval. It’s something you really appreciate.
The night finally cooled down around 1-2am. Felix was over for a little date night and you ended up in your bedroom, chatting about life and what the plans for tomorrow were. Before you knew it, you were laying on the bed with him, over the covers.
Your boyfriend smiled sweetly while moving some hair from your face. You smiled back as he rubbed your cheek, shaking ever so slightly.
“Hi baby.” He whispered while admiring your features. This illicited a small giggle although your body trembled slightly.
“Is this okay?” He paused and asked curiously. You nodded in response and he continued rubbing your cheek before kissing the tip of your nose, making you giggle.
The cold air came through the window, making you shiver a bit before Felix put his arms out towards you.
“I wanna keep you warm. Is this okay?” He asked.
You nodded after a brief pause and he reached over holding you tight.
You were tense for a moment before letting his warm hug set in. Something about being in his arms made you feel so loved and secure.
Felix smiled when feeling you lean into him, resting your head against his chest.
“Baby?” He whispered softly. “Are you alright?”
You nodded while staying snuggled against him.
“Baby? Can you look at me?” He asked softly.
“Mmhm?” You looked at him as he cupped your cheek and leaning a bit closer.
“My pretty girl.” He whispered while looking into your eyes, he could sense your nervousness and paused again. “Baby… is this okay?”
“K-kiss?” You replied softly, getting at what he was about to do.
“Yes.” Felix with a soft smile.
You nodded and he gently kissed your lips. The feeling was warm and sweet, like nothing you’ve ever felt before.
“Feel good?” He asked softly, eliciting a small nod from you.
Felix was happy to hear that and kissed your forehead as he gently held your waist. Your shirt had actually lifted a bit but your boyfriend was kind enough to lower to cover you up.
The amount of love you felt for this man was immense. He was so loving and respectful of your boundaries.
You leaned in and initiated a kiss, a deep loving kiss. Felix gently held your cheeks while kissing you back. His lips were soft and plump as your lips touched. It was a beautiful moment. You wanted this to last forever
