He would be such a cute, blushy baby boy when he heard your request. He'd choke on his strawberry milk and ask you to repeat what you said in case he was hallucinating or heard you wrong. When you confirmed you really wanted to see him in a dress or skirt he would be as pink as his drink. His wonderful smile would be on display for you because he had been curious about this stuff for a while.
"C-Can you say that again, Mommy?" he asked with a nice voice.
"Don't you think you would look so so pretty in a skirt/dress?"
"M-M-Maybe. I can try one for you, Mommy," he stuttered with red cheeks and a huge smile covered by a hand out of embarrassment.
He will get more comfortable with it overtime but it will never fail to make him blush and feel cute.
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김민규 / mingyu
Mingyu would be so blushy. Big boy wouldn't know what to say. Were you trying to give him a heartattack? He was never one to be embarrassed, but he would be red when you said what you said. He liked feeling small in your presence. He liked being humiliated by you. He liked getting orders from you. With no doubt he'd put on a skirt/dress for you too.
"Who are you?"
"Your slut," he whispered.
"Louder."
"I'm Mommy's little slut," he moaned as he felt your hand go up his naked thigh under the skirt.
This one is a bit shy about making moves or doing anything without your orders, so you'll have to bring it up if you want to see him wearing anything like that in the future. But don't worry, he's just waiting for you to tell him and he'll put on a matching set of a crop top and short skirt for you.
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徐明浩 / the8 / minghao
Minghao wears crop tops sometimes so it wouldn't be too out of his comfort zone to try on a skirt/dress. He would feel more comfortable putting on a skirt/dress if you asked him to do so because then he knows you're into that or at least curious and interested — he wouldn't take the first step though just in case you didn't like it. But he's been waiting for this and is therefore prepared and has a sexy skirt hiding in his closet already.
"Can I wear one of your skirts/dresses, Mami?" he batted his eyelashes innocently.
"Of course."
He went to your room and when he came out you didn't expect to see him in stockings too.
"Dirty Kitty."
This will become regular. He will surprise you in your skirt or new skirts and pair them with crop tops, thigh highs and garters etc. And whenever he's feeling like a bad kitten he will send you nudes with your favourite skirt on.
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부승관 / seungkwan
Seungkwan would do anything for a kiss even if it's something he doesn't quite get yet like wearing a skirt/dress. But he was the goodest boy for you after all so he would try with an open mind. He'd be pretty nervous though, because he'd want to be pretty for his Mommy so it's important to encourage him with your support, love and kisses. Praise your Babyboy and he'll be even gooder — if possible.
"Do I get more kissies, Mommy?" he gave you puppy eyes and puckered up his lips.
Who were you to deny this precious angel?
His face brightened up and he happily put on the feminine clothing item.
"Do I look pretty for you, Mommy?"
He'll surprise you with a cute skirt or dress every now and then when he's missed you extra much, or if he's in deep need of your attention. Give him your love, he deserves it.
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최한솔 / vernon / hansol
He would try to joke around a bit to lighten up the mood or try to hide his real feelings about it. In reality he would be so damn shy about it, because it might've been something he'd seen in a dirty clip or pic before. And he maybe had a thought about surprising you in a crop top one night (taking baby steps) before you even asked him to put on the skirt/dress. He would be grateful he was in a relationship where you were comfortable enough with each other to try new things.
"You look cute," you played with the edge of his skirt.
"T-Thank you, Mommy," he stuttered and blushed.
He will not be shy to introduce new sides of himself. You two will make mental lists of things you want to try out because you know you can trust each other and have fun.
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이찬 / dino / chan
He would shake his head and be against it the exact moment it came out of your mouth. This brat would decline in a bad manner too. He wasn't that unholy, right? But he only acted bratty because he wants you to be meaner to him. If he heard your stern tone he would put on a skirt/dress it in a split second. Although the idea of using skirts/dresses isn't the sexiest thing he could think of, he certainly wouldn't mind giving you a lapdance with one on, it would be a win-win situation.
"Nope."
"Put it on. Now," you used the voice he didn't dare go against.
"Yes, Mommy."
Putting on a dress/skirt as you edge him will be his go-to punishment if he misbehaves — which happens often — because it's a bit humiliating to him. But he'll enjoy it more than he'd like to admit.
bestie, z. this is just UGH. because the way i see it actually happening? he'd be clueless, but omg, he'd want to be good for you. the way he'd look at you when you're guiding him, his eyes looking at you at all times? im losing it omg. this boy FR NEEDS NEEDS to be fucked.
KRISS ILY AND YOUR BRAIN
considering hansol’s nature, he’d be super shy at first, wanting to obey you. he reads as the type to be curious and matter-of-factly at first, but he loses it the more that he’s being touched 😵💫
when he actually gets into it?? he’s baby. unpopular opinion ik but there’s joy to be had in picturing vernon trying not to forget all that you taught him, keeping himself together like a good student…groaning about how you “feel so good” and how he “can’t hold back.”
“i’m s-sorry, i’ll try…yeah, that feels good. fuck, f-fuck, can i keep doing this?” i can’t go through this image without hearing his faltering voice in my ears tbh.
he came into this wanting to learn, now he just wants you. and he wants to please you so well.
Pairing: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Vernon (Seventeen) x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Contains: Dirty talk, hand job, nipple play
Word count: 2878
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When going to a party at someone’s house and deciding to spend the night there, one had to be prepared for possibly everything in your opinion. You had never been this grateful for being precautionary as today when the heating system had just straight up crashed in the middle of the night, and you had been one of the very few who packed a spare blanket into your bag.
You were almost asleep, wrapped tightly into your blanket like some kind of caterpillar in one of the rooms, when something roused you all of a sudden. Now you were laying there trying to localize that something without opening your eyes but to no avail. Too impatient to pretend to be asleep you opened your eyes and turned your head towards the room.
“What a fucking idiot,” you murmured sitting up in sudden irritation.
It wasn’t hard to tell why exactly the sight of shivering Vernon irritated you, but you weren’t exactly willing to voice the reasoning behind it anyway. The point was that right now he was laying on the bed a meter or so away from you and shaking like a goddamned leaf because he had nothing to cover himself with.
“Hey, wake up,” you sighed as you leaned towards him and nudged his arm slightly.
Vernon stirred in his sleep but other than that it didn’t seem like you succeeded in rousing him. With another sigh you shook him a bit stronger than necessary to which he finally opened one eye.
“What,” he grumbled clearly not happy about being woken up.
“You’re freezing, you idiot. Why didn’t you bring a blanket with you? What if you catch a cold,” you started to nag him immediately.
Vernon stared up at you for a solid minute clearly dumbfounded before smiling slightly as if pleasantly surprised. Slowly he sat up and rubbed his eyes before looking up at you again. You couldn’t help but notice how ruffled were his hair and how the oversized hoodie he was wearing was hanging off his left shoulder exposing the honey-like skin – he looked way too cute for your liking.
“I don’t have one,” he answered simply, his teeth chattering audibly.
“Yeah, I can both see and hear that, you know. Your body shook so loudly you managed to wake me up,” you answered flatly looking him dead in the eye and almost looking away before catching yourself last minute.
Your mind was still stupid with sleep, and somehow you managed to forget how pretty Vernon Chwe was. Even now in this rather dimly lit room he looked strangely good – you could feel your face getting warm all of a sudden. It wasn’t that you didn’t know the reason behind your reaction, but you certainly didn’t want to admit it. Especially not right now.
“I didn’t want to wake others for such trivial reason, so I just curled up in the first room I entered. To be honest I didn’t see you there, sorry for rousing you,” he explained awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
“So you’re not going to get yourself a blanket?” you asked rather loudly not being able to hide your surprise.
“Well, not really, no,” he answered shrugging as if not concerned at all.
For a moment you just gaped at him completely dumbfounded. You couldn’t just leave him like that for the love of god.
“Do you want to sleep with me?” you asked in a concerned voice before you could think it over.
He looked up at you visibly puzzled, and you wanted to scream: why, oh why did you phrase it like that? What were you even thinking, honestly. Or maybe you weren’t thinking at all?
“What I meant is that my blanket is big enough to cover both of us. Besides, this way either of us will be cold,” you added nervously trying your best to not sound like some creep.
Judging from his expression you failed successfully.
“Um, it’s not like I’m afraid you’d do something to me, or what,” he chuckled playing with his long fingers.
He looked just so vulnerable at the moment with his hair all ruffled and eyes puffy from sleep that the only thing you wanted to do was to take care of him, to protect him. Quite the opposite of what he was implying, actually.
“Honestly, who do you think I am,” you grumbled folding your arms.
At least he could read the room and hung his head low, once again rubbing the back of his neck with visible embarrassment. Your sigh was a little overdramatic, you had to admit, but for fuck’s sake what even was this conversation.
“I’m not forcing you into anything, I hope this is clear,” you said raising your hands defensibly.
“Oh,” Vernon breathed out sounding almost disappointed for some reason.
Honestly, you couldn’t read that man to save your life. Mixed signals in their finest, really.
“Besides, I’d never do anything you didn’t ask for.”
“And if I asked?” he said suddenly before a look of pure horror appeared on his face and for a second he looked like he wanted to slap himself.
“Then I’d do so,” you answered simply with a shrug.
You could see a dark flush colouring his cheeks and your core tightened in excitement – you couldn’t help it, you were getting aroused. The tension was getting thicker with every minute, and it started to get to you.
“Anyway, I’m going back to sleep now. If you’d be that kind as to not wake me up again, I’d be grateful,” you said trying to sound unaffected before laying down and wrapping yourself tightly once again – you had to end this conversation before you said something stupid again.
“W–wait,” Vernon said before grabbing the edge of the fabric.
“It’s just that I thought you might be baiting me or something.”
“I was completely serious Vernon. It’s cold as fuck out there, and you have nothing to cover yourself with, while I have a blanket that could easily cover us both,” you answered matter-of-factly rolling your eyes.
“I want to sleep with you then,” he said confidently, and you had to swallow hard.
Your choice of words was purely accidental, but his didn’t really sound like that – quite the opposite you’d say. Not that you were going to point it out, of course, you were already having a hard time without addressing the elephant in the room.
“Come to mama,” you joked lamely as you raised the edge of your blanket inviting him in.
“Stop it,” he huffed as if irritated and this time you were sure he was blushing furiously.
Vernon laid on his side way closer than you expected him to and covered himself up to the ears. You were perfectly aware that he was taller than you but now that fact hit you harder somehow as you laid there facing his chest, and not his face. When you looked up, you found out that he was looking at you somehow expectantly. For a moment your mind went completely blank as you couldn’t point out what exactly he wanted from you.
“I prefer to be the big spoon, just so you know,” you said finally realizing the reason behind his expectant stare.
Vernon then shrugged wordlessly and turned around, so you were facing his back now. You blinked in surprise – he didn’t want you to hug him, did he?
“Um, do you want me to embrace you?” you asked to clear up the uncertainty.
Being honest with yourself, you had to admit that you wanted really badly to touch him as you simply had feelings for him even though you weren’t willing to admit it. However, there was no goddamn way you were going to overstep his boundaries like that. You needed things to be clear.
“Yeah, I do,” he said in an indifferent tone of voice as if not bothered at all.
However, the reddened tips of his ears betrayed him immediately – he wasn’t as unaffected as he wanted you to think. You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t make you feel warm all over.
“Just keep your hands to yourself,” he added a moment later in a slightly hoarse voice.
“Chill out, pretty boy,” you laughed under your breath before loosely embracing him from behind.
You were glad that he couldn’t see you at the moment: your face was surely redder than a tomato. The situation was weirdly domestic, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d feel like if it was a part of your everyday life. You were perfectly aware that you were twisting the knife in the wound but well – don't look a gift horse in the mouth, they say.
“Well, I’m saying it just in case,” he said after clearing his throat.
“You don’t sound like you don’t want me to touch you, Vernon. Quite the opposite I’d say,” you answered rolling your eyes.
“Maybe I do.”
You held your breath – you heard wrong, didn’t you? He didn’t really say that.
“What?”
“Maybe I want you to touch me,” he clarified, the nervousness audible in his voice.
“Oh,” you said then not being sure how to react.
He really did say that. Your mind was racing – Vernon Chwe just said that he wanted for you to touch him.
“Wait, so what’s up with all those “don’t touch me” and “keep your hands to yourself”?” you asked in confusion.
“Um, well, I thought that you’d try to touch me if I said that I don’t want you to?” he murmured quietly as if suddenly ashamed by his own words.
“Vernon,” you said in a serious voice sitting up.
“Turn around and look at me, please.”
He turned to lay on his back but covered his eyes with his hands. You could still see his brightly red cheeks and bitten lips stating how nervous and embarrassed he must have feel. As he obviously avoided looking at you, you sighed and gently but firmly grabbed both of his wrist and placed them above his head.
“I already told you that I’d never do something you didn’t ask me for,” you started raking fingers through your tangled hair.
“It’s your boundaries we’re talking about and your comfort’s important to me. Very important.”
He looked at you in a way you couldn’t decipher at all, but somehow you knew it wasn’t a negative kind of stare. You didn’t dare to think that it might be quite the opposite.
“If anyone ever does anything to you without your permission, then it’s assault Vernon. Promise me, please, that you’ll try your best to stop others from overstepping your boundaries,” you said sticking out your pinky finger towards him.
You hoped he didn’t find that gesture silly, but thankfully Vernon slowly raised his hand and curled his pinky around yours. He looked somewhat shy, looking down at your linked fingers in wonder.
“I promise,” he whispered in the softest tone of voice you have ever heard.
With a small smile you laid back again and embraced him just as he previously said you could. You didn’t press your body against his but god you wanted to do so so badly. Instead, you decided to put your hand on his chest to which he responded by placing his own bigger hand on yours.
“Would you like to touch me then?” he asked quietly in a shy voice.
“Yeah, but you have to show me,” you whispered pressing your forehead into his upper arm.
You couldn’t help but press your thighs together as you were starting to get excited. His smell, his closeness, his warmth – it all messed with your head in a lot of different ways.
“I told you already, darling. I’d never do anything you didn’t ask for.”
His breathing speed up audibly as Vernon’s fingers curled around your hand before moving it down his abdomen and slipping it under his hoodie. He was moving up his chest until he reached his breast and placed it here. For a moment you thought that this was it, but he surprised you by positioning the tips of your fingers over his nipple.
“H–here. Touch me here, please,” he murmured so quietly you could barely hear it.
“Here?” you whispered back brushing his nipple with your thumb to which he whimpered softly.
“Yes,” he breathlessly answered firmly pressing your hand against his chest.
A shiver ran down his body when you carefully rolled the already stiffened nub between your finger pads. As your nails started to tease the sensitive areola, you rubbed your face into his arm breathing his scent deeply. For some reason his pleasant smell would always sweep you off your feet. What a dangerous, dangerous man, really.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, yes,” he answered, his voice slightly higher in pitch than before.
“Would you like me to touch you somewhere else?” you asked moving closer and pressing your breast against his side.
“Yes,” he practically growled this time.
He was trembling against you but this time definitely not from being cold.
“Show me, Vernon,” you moaned in a hoarse voice.
With a shaky breath he took your hand in his once again and moved it down his body until he reached the crotch area.
“Please, now touch me here,” he whispered firmly placing your hand on his cock hidden under the fabric of his shorts.
The thin fabric couldn’t hide the fact that he was already partially hard. You wondered if it’s because of the heavy atmosphere, your touch, your words, or all the above combined into the intoxicating mix. Either way it made your core clench deliciously just from thinking about it: not only you were not the only one who was aroused, but also Vernon wanted you to know that.
“Is that all for me?” you asked as you carefully massaged his cock through his shorts.
“It’s always l–like this,” he stuttered out pressing his crotch into your hand.
“Being close to you is enough for me to be like that.”
You almost laughed at that revelation: you had no idea what’s happening, but you weren’t going to complain for sure. Someone you desired was laying right there next to you and had absolutely no problem with letting you touch him in the most intimate way – you were surely going to analyse it later, but now you were here to just enjoy it.
“Good,” you whispered softly as your fingers curled loosely around his length.
You tried your best to be careful and don’t go too fast because you weren’t sure about the kind of stimulation the friction was creating. You believed that Vernon’d tell you if something was unpleasant for him but right now he seemed to be content with your doings: soft whimpers and moans were falling from his lips as he moved his hips along with your hand.
“I need more, please, give me more,” he finally choked out in a shaky voice.
“Show me,” you said only pressing yourself against him as close as it was humanly possible.
Your pussy was soaking but for a reason it didn’t bother you that much yet: now you were getting drunk on the noises Vernon was making, the firmness of his swollen shaft under your hand and his warm body next to yours.
“H–here,” he whispered hoarsely as he slipped your hand into his shorts.
His skin must have been on fire as you felt like your fingers burned just from touching him. You had to licked your hand before showing it back into his pants and curling your fingers around him. Vernon moaned your name for the first time, and you swallowed hard trying to focus on continuing what you were doing.
“Good god, you sound so hot my pussy’s practically dripping,” you sighed as your hand moved up and down in a steady rhythm.
He chuckled only to choke on a groan that escaped his throat – you started to thumb his sensitive slit. Vernon cried out when you speed up your previous tempo and started to twist your wrist around the head from time to time.
“I don’t think I can take it any more,” he panted out shamelessly fucking your hand.
“Then come,” you said mischievously tightening your grip a little.
Vernon threw his head back crying out your name quietly, his cock pulsating in your hand as the wetness covered your fingers slowly. You stroked him until he begged you to stop, his whole body trembling from aftershocks.
“You okay there, honey?” you asked lifted yourself on the elbow to reach out with your free hand to caress his hair.
He didn’t answer for a while: just breathed heavily with his eyes closed, holding your cum stained hand tightly in his right hand. You waited patiently for him to recover and then finally he opened his eyes to look up at you. His stare involuntarily dropped to your lips and his whole face flushed even deeper than it already was.
“Want to show me how to touch you?” he asked quietly while looking up at you from under his long eyelashes.
You couldn’t help but smirk taking his hand into yours – the fun just began.
Pssst. Hansol + 45 (but make it like you’re mocking/taunting him skskskskks im in my sadist feelin’—) -sister🕺🏻
Tears stream down Hansol's face as his nails dig into the leather that keeps him bound to the headboard.
You push his legs up to his chest, thrusting into him as deeply as you can.
Screams fill the air as you abuse his sweet spot, pounding into him with all your strength.
"Do you need to use your safe word, darling?", you taunt, as you drag your nails down his torso, deepening the existing wounds.
He shakes his head in shame, the ball gag saving him from the embarrassment of having to tell you that he's your dirty slut, but his blushing silence speaks louder than a thousand words.
