FINALLY!!! CONTRADICTING IS OUT

FINALLY!!! CONTRADICTING IS OUT

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Felix who:

Will sit between your legs, resting his head on your inner thighs, looking up at you with the sweetest, widest, begging eyes.

Who loves to be called kitten or baby, shivering and purring whenever you call him either one. 

Who keens and melts if you whisper it into his ear, voice slightly raspy.

Who tries so hard to be a brat, wanting to be punished like one but at the end of the day all you have to do is look at him with stern eyes and a disapproving glare and suddenly he’s on his knees, begging for forgiveness.

Who claims he doesn’t like it when you mark him up. Whines out for you to stop when you begin to kiss up his neck but makes no effort to push you away or do anything else to get you to stop.

Who looks at himself in the mirror the next day, admiring the pretty purple splotches on his throat, tracing over them delicately with a finger before pressing down, letting out a helpless whimper at the ache of it.

Who likes to wear lacy panties with short skirts, purposely dropping something so he can bend over right in front of you, granting you a front row seat up the tiny strips of fabric that can barely be qualified as a skirt.

Who will wear those lacy panties and short skirts out into public along with a crop-top when he goes out with you, teasing you all throughout the day until you reach up his skirt and stroke his thigh.

Who drags you to a bathroom or closet, no regards for the public anymore as his moans and mewls fill the room.

Felix.

yandere han jisung:

summary: basically just sub yandere jisung x dom reader

a/n: i do not condone this sort of behaviour, this is purely for amusement purposes and should not be done in real life nor' should be normalized

Once he’s got his eyes set on you, there’s no other option

Whether you like it or not, whether you hate him (dunno how you could tho) or love him, it doesn’t matter

Because baby’s determined now, he’s desperate and obsessive and willing to do whatever it takes

He wants you to be just as obsessed with him as he is with you

Hannie will do anything to get your attention,

He’s not the type to silently stalk, he’ll loudly insert himself into your life

And before you even know what’s going on, he’s everywhere 

friends with your friends, coming to all the group hangouts and movie nights 

He’s getting coffee from the same place you do, offering to pay for your coffee-insisting really

He begins to frequent your workplace, might even go as far as to try to get a job there too so that he can see you everyday 

And little by little, he’s taking over it all, taking up your hobbies so that he can talk to you about them

joining your gym,

coincidentally making friends with your family members-who you never remember mentioning by name

It’s like he’s everywhere you go

and weirdly enough, it’s not as annoying as you’d imagine it to be

because he’s just so sweet and even though it is a little weird, there’s no way someone as adorable as him could ever be creepy

no way the sweet boy that takes turns with your buying each others coffee each day, chirping “Good morning Noona!” Every day when he sees you, face lighting up with pure joy whenever you come into contact with him

there is no way that he’s creepy

Leading up to him asking you out he gets you little gifts that slowly escalate in size, 

Small snacks, then flowers, then trinkets that reminded him of you, an outfit that he think you’ll look gorgeous in (not that you’re ever anything but gorgeous in his eyes), 

he works up, the gifts getting grander and grander, more expensive as well, escalating to jewelry and designer clothing and bags, things that you can hardly accept, but Han insists that you do, never letting you give back a single thing

(there's also the journal thing here-from the 🐟anon, that i cannot fit into here but absolutely HAVE to mention)

And when he finally asks you to be his partner,

he looks so sincere, telling you that he loves you more than anything and promising that you don’t have to feel the same way yet-he’s not pressuring you to feel something you don’t (yet) but he just wants you to let him love you

And it’s not like you could say no-much less that you would even want to

Once you’re dating, Han doesn’t think that life can get any better, this is what he’s been dreaming of, this is his idea of heaven

Babygirl will do anything and everything for you, at your beck and call, happily willing to answer every little wish,

all just so you’ll look at him with a smile and cup his cheek or play with his hair while calling him a good boy-your good boy

he’s just sosososososoososo in love with you, 

looks at you with hearts in his eyes, as if you hung the stars in the sky and molded the world with your bare hands—as far as he’s concerned, you are his world, his universe, you own his heart and the will to do whatever you want to do to it,

even if you don’t know it yet.

you’re his religion, his god, a higher being that he lives only to please

you’re the one that he’ll get down on his knees for and worship

in whichever way you want that to mean😏

speaking of which though, Hannie would let you do absolutely anything to him,

There’s nothing off-limits or too far, your wants are his wants, your pleasure is his pleasure

And whether it’s the sadistic kind that wants to tie him up and edge him for hours on end, 

or degrade and overstimulate him to tears until he cannot formulate a single coherent word, 

Or more often than not it’s the soft kind that wants to praise him and give him soft kisses, let him ride you while telling him how pretty he is, 

call him a good boy while he’s on a leash at your feet, clad in pretty lingerie for your eyes only

He especially loves it when you call him yours

Your anything, really

Your baby, your good boy, your sweet thing, 

your puppy, your baby boy and your whore 

Your slut, just for you, all for you

He swears his heart skips a beat, body burning up with heat when you touch him, reminding him over and over again

Yours, yours, yours,

no one else can make him feel as good as you do, no one can make him cum as hard or make him lose his damn mind like you do

Yes,

he assures you, clutching at your back, nails digging into your skin as he whimpers out the words

Yes, yes, yes

Only you, no one else, he wouldn’t dream of it, couldn’t even think of it

His legs squeeze around your hips, moans reaching a crescendo as he cums, eyes rolling back, drooling and messy,

whispering the words over and over again like a broken record on repeat

Yours.

Han loves aftercare like no tomorrow,

Cuddling up, curling into your chest and falling quickly asleep is the best feeling in the entire world to him

If you clean him up or bring him water, begin to run a bath for the two of you he’ll completely melt

You’re just so good to him. How could he ever deserve you?

Deserve to be the one lying with his back against your chest, warm water lapping at his skin,

soft gentle hands in his hair, careful not to get any soap into his eyes, 

fingers against his skin, praising and affirming,

So pretty,

so handsome,

so amazing,

Mine.

Shivers run down his spine and he’ll look up at you with wide, wondrous eyes

He doesn’t deserve you.

Doesn’t deserve this.

Not your touch or your love or to be the one with you

But it’s everything to him-you’re everything to him and he’ll be damned if he ever let’s anyone or anything take that away from him

By this point there’s no breaking up with him, it’s simply not possible because once his hooks are in there’s no getting them out

You’re stuck

If you attempt to though you’ll get dramatics to no end

He’s sending you gifts like no tomorrow, begging for forgiveness, promising that he’ll change for you, offering up everything you could every want on a silver platter

texting pictures of himself that he knows you can’t resist, in lingerie and collars and thigh highs and skirts. 

videos of himself jerking off, voice messages of whimpering with squelching in the back, sobbing that he can’t do this without you, 

he belongs to you. 

you own him now and even if you think you've moved on, even if you think that you’re done with him, 

you're not really.

You can’t be

Babygirl’s convinced that you’re the one for him and there’s no way he’s gonna let you go that easily

Not that you’d really ever want to, that of course is just a hypothetical, because why would you ever want to leave him?

But it is fun to play with him a little-of course we all like to be a bit mean sometimes

Plus, he has the prettiest tears you could ever imagine

Eyes wide and glassy, face red as he begs and begs and begs, telling you that he’s the one for you, that he can’t live without you

Eventually all throughout it he’ll inevitably end up getting hard and subconsciously grinding again the closest thing

Which just happens to be your leg

How can you not forgive him then? Or even think of anything else for that matter?

anything except for how he’s rutting against you so desperately, pathetic whines and wanton pleas along with a few more of those pretty tears,

humping you like a bitch in heat, chasing his high with a reckless abandon

He gets really jealous really easily too though so it’s really not hard for him to be convinced that you’re leaving him

He sees you talk to one other person and has already convinced himself that you’ve been having a torrid love affair with them and you’re are planning to dump his ass tonight so that you can run away with them

and he’ll never be able to see you again🙁

Cue possessive baby

Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, glaring at the person and simply asking them to leave

He’s not above a little pda to get them heading off on their way, in fact, he actively enjoys partaking in such activities 

Not a single ounce of shame as he pulls you into a heated kiss, letting out exaggerated moans and whines all the while

To be honest, he’d probably be completely fine with you bending him over the table right in front of the person, little perv would probably enjoy the audience if anything

and be ready to find out the poor person that tried to hit on you at the bar the night before has mysteriously gone missing

Letting out a deep sigh you switch the channel to a different one, looking at the sheepish boy sitting in your lap, so close he’s practically on top of you. “you said you wouldn't do it again, hannie."

"i'm sorry!" he pouts, "but you know that they were getting too close to you! i can't just let people steal you from me!"

you pull him close, nipping at his jaw playfully before landing one hard one, he yelps but the sound melts into a moan. "no one's gonna take me from you sungie, i'm yours and you're mine." 

he turns back to you, an indignant pout still on his lips, making him look so adorably precious. "i wouldn't blame them if they were though. you're so amazing, you wouldn't want you? if i didn't have you the-"

you have to cut him off with a kiss before he starts, before he begins to talk in detail of all of the horrible yet oddly romantic things he'd do in order to win your love.

"there's no need to speculate now baby, you have me already," you tap his nose, smiling at him in a way that has his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

he makes a hmph sound but eats up the attention, asking you to kiss his neck again.

he absolutely adores hickeys and marks, bruises and ‘mementos’ (as he fondly calls them) on his skin, 

The physical evidence of what you do to him drives him insane

Loves the ache the next day, the slight limp and dull pain whenever he sits down, the soreness of his jaw and rasp in his throat

His thighs are so soft and plush and sensitive, so much fun to bite and tease, watching all the while he descends into a gasping mess

He’ll proudly show off hickeys on his neck, purposely wear clothing that’ll highlight them, making sure that everyone knows your business

Especially loves handprints on his neck, begs for you to choke him just so he can look at the mark in the mirror the next morning

And you better bet that as soon as they’re even remotely fading he’s throwing himself across your lap at the end of the day

Lifting his head, putting his neck covered in barely-there bruises on display

It really doesn’t matter what you’re doing at the moment, that’s not important

Not as important as your Sungie at least<3

a/n: i am going to make this a series with all of skz, doing them all separately. i am wondering if i should make a different taglist for this series but idk yet

Can’t stop thinking about bratty sub chan, whining and begging to cum

i was abt to say i can’t see chan being a brat but considering how much he annoys the other members…you definitely right 👀 and the way he’s always tryin to act cute n convince everyone he’s the true maknae? he’s a baby. he’s not even bratty bc he necessarily wants punishment (but u can’t tell me he isn’t a light painslut) he just wants your attention and will throw a fit if he doesn’t get it

i imagine you’re maybe trying to get some work done and he’s bored and needy and you aren’t kissing him enough (how dare!!! he needs a kiss every 10 seconds or he’ll die!!!!) and he’s just bothering you. poking your side, nuzzling into your neck and leaving small pecks, whining and pouting and eventually it leads into a fit. he gets all huffy >.< and you’re definitely endeared but you have work you have to get done and you’ve already had to put it off like 10 times because he wanted attention.

you’re trying to be sweet (because baby loves compliments and being praised even though he gets shy) and calm him down but it isn’t working and he just keeps trying to argue and eventually it causes you to have to use force. the funny thing abt brat!chan is that all it takes is a swift yank of his hair and he’s melting in your hands. his brain turns off, he’s full mush.

and now he’s really gotten himself in trouble because he’s leashed to the table with a vibrator tied to his desperately hard cock while you work. occasionally when he starts trying to fight back, you just press your foot onto his cock, not with intention to hurt but just increase the pressure. make him REALLY start begging. and of course, the rule is he can’t cum until you’re finished with what you’re doing. (you’re at least nice enough to leave the vibrator at the lowest setting, but it’s edging him and it’s torture)

barely 10 minutes in, he’s softly sobbing, rutting into the air, quietly begging. pleading. “i’m so sorry, ma’am (or sir, whichever you prefer!). i’m sorry for being a brat, i’ll do anything. i wanna be a good boy, i-i promise i’ll be good. just please, i can’t take it anymore. need your touch so bad.”

and you just can’t help it. you’ve got a little more to do, but baby’s so pretty when he cries :( you can’t help but take pity on him, cooing at him and kissing away his tears.

“have you learned your lesson, honey?”

“yes, yes! i’ll never bother you when you’re working again, i promise!”

the vibrator comes off, and you reward him with some neck kisses (and bites, god he’d mark up so well) and your soft hands around his cock. it doesn’t take long before he’s making a mess, leaving a small pool of his cum on the carpet. you’ll make him clean that later.

both of you clean up, you give him the aftercare he needs, lots of cuddles and praises and all the kisses he can take and before long he’s fast asleep on your lap. and finally, you can get some damn work done T_T

(this turned out longer than i intended, i always end up wandering off omfg)

Been thinking about Minho's thighs lately, how firm it feels when flexed, but at the same time, soft and squishy when it's relaxed.

Been thinking about how sensitive he probably feels down there, how he loves it when you take your precious time alternating between nipping at the skin and giving it a kiss. His thighs just look so irresitable, you end up sucking hickies all over it, watching the pretty bruises bloom. By the time you reached his inner thighs, your tongue darting out to taste him which does nothing but send sparks of pleasure down his spine, his cock is already so hard and leaking, just aching to be touched.

"Please..." he'd beg, and you watch as how he hopelessly cants his hips against the air, his swollen cock slapping against the tense muscles of his abdomen. "But I'm not done with you yet, Min," you simply reply, admiring your handiwork as your hands trace the purples and reds all over his thighs. But poor Minho was already so desparate to cum, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "Y/n, please, stop teasing."

"Fine," you give in, giving his flesh a gentle squeeze. "But only because you asked so nicely."

I keep thinking about giving Felix his first prostate orgasm and he gets so loud & would legit cry of pleasure. just fingering him in a fast pace and he’s begging mindlessly to keep going. I feel like he wouldn’t even be able to touch his cock without cumming all over himself because of ur fingers pounding into his prostate. add to it some dirty talk and he’s gone.

oh, felix would love it so much

he’s already so trusting that you’ll always take care of him and make him feel good, so it’s easy to get him to relax enough for you to gently work your fingers inside of him. it doesn’t take long until felix is asking you to speed up, his nose scrunching at the squelching sound of your lubed up fingers moving inside of him, but he can’t complain - not when the way your digits drag against his walls and push up against his prostate perfectly soon has him at a loss for words.

felix has never been ashamed of his pleasure, but you’ve never heard him get as loud as he does when you grind the pads of your three fingers against his sensitive nerves in a way that has to be just short of painful and absolutely overwhelming.

when you start talking dirty to him, felix is gone immediately, mouth hanging open in a silent scream while his body starts trembling with the force of his orgasm as he cums the hardest he ever has in his life.