If it's not too lewd for you, how about rfa+minor trio's reaction to mc giving them head for the first time?
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (nsfw! some of these turned out really long… also vanderwood is my fave so thank you for that!!)
the blushing mess who used to be known as yoosung kim laid on top of you on the bed. you’d slid down his body, leaving kisses all over his smooth, shuddering skin. “a-ahh, mc… that’s not fair…” he groaned against the pillow he’d shoved his face against.
you teased him with your fingers, pressing the tip of his length and the slickness that followed. you grabbed his hip and pulled him towards your mouth.
he propped on his elbows, clawing at the pillow when your tongue flicked over him. he felt like his knees would slip and he’d crash over you. “h-hey… let me onto my back…” he hissed.
he clenched his jaw, turning to look at you sprawled underneath him. “d-don’t do this to me…” he whined.
oh goddamn it. he jerked his hips harshly, his cock hitting your throat. his thrusting was uneven until you placed a steadying hand on his thigh. your other hand reached for his ass, squeezing him closer.
“pull away,” he growled, sweat dripping down his neck. “i’m serious, pull away…!”
you pushed him further and he blew his load on your chest with a emptying groan. he tilted on his back, finally, and buried his face in his hands. you slid up to his side, lifting his arm so you could lean against his chest.
“are you okay?” you frowned. maybe you’d overdone it.
“you’re asking me? i should be asking you that!” he ranted. “i’m… more than okay… that blew my mind…”
you were ready to be caught in the sweet embrace of sleep when you felt yourself being pulled over him by your hands. he slid downwards, grabbing your thighs hard enough to keep you from leaving his hold.
“but i’m not gonna let you onto your back, either.”
the empty teathre he had brought you to see was too good to be true. and he would perform here in less than a month.
“please, don’t forget me when you become a shooting star,” you grinned, pushing him down on one of the seats in the audience. he looked at you, dumbfounded and hard.
he trembled so bad he had to grab something to keep himself from thrusting up at your mouth. he chose to hold on to the back of the seat, pushing his legs down hard.
remember that one phone call where you send him a kiss and he goes all MMMPFFGH. yeah, that’s him now.
“just let yourself go, zenny,” you gazed up at him from between his legs.
and he went into overdrive.
his groans echoed across the empty stage, his hips jerking up at you. “shit, shit, shit….” he kept crying out, feeling himself leak.
you just laughed, putting on a show for him. you held his gaze the whole time taking him in your hand and licking up his whole length, giving his tip a slow, finishing kiss.
and he just burst. he bent down, grabbing your shoulders and calling out for the saints. he was almost in tears, finally realizing how much he had held back with you before now.
“…… there’s a couch backstage,” he said as he tucked himself back and yanked you up with a wolfish grin.
let’s make him make him flustered, was the thought that started it. you dangled from his office couch, gazing at him upside down from where you had sprawled yourself to wait for him. no one was at the office anymore, and you had been waiting for him to wrap up for… well, just too long.
the sunlight that poured through the glass walls hit him just right, lining him with gold and honey. “just a bit longer, my love,” you heard him say. he didn’t even look up at you. for a moment, you felt bad for interrupting his thoughts, but boredom was too strong of a foe.
you hummed while getting up slowly, walking over to him with silent steps. you placed your hand on his shoulder, pushing him back on his chair. you seated yourself into his lap, hand slipping towards his crotch. you cut off the start of his protest with a deep kiss, sliding from his lap to in between his legs.
he already knows where you’re going when your kisses begin to drip down from his stomach to his hipbones. so, he leaned his face against his hand, reaching down to stroke your hair just to watch you take care of him.
he smiled, slowly and very softly pushing himself against your lips. he thinks he’s all ready to what’s coming. wrong. the second your mouth is filled with him, he yeets into another realm.
you swirled your tongue around him, cheeks hollowing out with a sweet sound as he left your mouth. you gazed up at him, and the sight of him nearly made you choke. his eyes hung in a half-lidded haze, his face redder than a thousand suns. his palm was against his mouth, no doubt keeping the moans from escaping him.
“you all right, mr. director?” you licked your lips with a self-satisfied smile. “should i stop?”
he scowled, slinging one of his legs around you. he couldn’t answer, because the threat of his voice failing was like a dark cloud over him. he pressed his leg against your back harder, urging you to continue.
you took him into your mouth again, pumping him teasingly. his hand was now covering his whole face. he lasted longer than either of you suspected, finally releasing himself with a loud moan that jerked him as if coming from the barrel of a gun.
“feeling flustered?” you wiped your mouth and crawled onto his lap, biting down a grin.
“is that what you were doing?” he chuckled. “you could say i was… thrown off.”
“i’ll take that!” you pumped your fist in victory as he shook his head at you.
“y-yeah? something you need, precious 606?” he grinned at you, though nervousness was radiating off of him. he held his hands close to his chest, glancing down at yours that had trapped him between the doorway.
“i’ve been needing something for a while now,” you countered with a sharp, yet playful gaze. it pierced through his eyes, and you almost expected to see a stream of gold burst from his eyes.
“really? you know i’ll do anything… to…. w-where are you going?” he asked, trapped somewhere between nerves and lust. a strangled moan wrung out of him when he felt you hug him closer by grabbing his ass tightly. your face pushed against his crotch, and he bent over to hold onto your shoulders.
“hey, hey, hey… are you sure? here…? wouldn’t you like to be somewhere more comfortable? let’s just go-” his sentence dropped with his pants. he choked on his own words, fingers clutching your hair.
“show me, saeyoung,” your lips pushed the flushed skin beside his cock. “i want to touch you too, you know.”
“ngh….” he grabbed your wrist, guiding you to his base. he brought his knuckles over his mouth, leaning against the doorway with all sorts of lewd thoughts slinging across his mind like in an arcade game.
he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. he ducked his head to the side, feeling your warm mouth on his length. “that’s… oh my god…” he unconsciously thrusted against your mouth, the urgency of it choking you.
he rushed to yank himself away, but your nails dug into his thighs to keep him in place. “dammit… i’m sorry,” he gritted, feeling his knees give up on him. he slammed against the door and slumped down.
you broke all of his limits, and he moaned with reckless abandon. his toes curled when he finally let out his last cry of pleasure. he pulled you against his chest, his hand on your head and his body still quivering.
“man… what’ve you done to me…” he chortled. “such unfairness shall be punished by god seven, you know?”
“even if you enjoyed that unfairness?”
“yeah… even so,” he laughed, taking your shoulders and falling on you like a dead weight. he chuckled at your ‘oompfh’ and slid his hands along your sides. “i couldn’t call myself a defender of justice if i didn’t.”
she gasped so hard she had to swallow a cough. feeling you yank her legs over your shoulders sent all sorts of nightmarish ‘getting caught’ visions through her mind. it was late, but the chances of say, jumin han, slamming into her office were enough to make her shudder in a very wrong way.
“mc… please don’t tell me you’re going to…?“
her sentence faded to oblivion when your tongue darted over her wetness. she moaned, throwing her head back with her hands that slammed against her mouth.
you held her down with your fingers dug to her thighs. she was soaking. you smiled against her and let your hands glide along her smooth legs.
her back arched and she moaned, hands gripping at her skirt that you’d shoved over her waist. her heels locked you between her legs as your tongue went deeper.
"s-stop, that’s enough,” she moaned.
your hands went under her ass and you lifted her. her back shifted off the desk and she had to grab the edge not to get swept up fully.you had to use most of your strength to hold her as the tidal wave of pleasure flowed through her. you left her slumped over her desk, pulling her skirt back down. “… are you angry?”
“angry…? i’ve never felt so ecstatic,” she pushed herself up to press her head against your chest. “but i must say… if someone comes in the next time you decide to do that, you’re telling jumin.”
“… noted,” you laughed nervously.
a scar of worry slashed across his face. he’d be lying through his teeth if he said he hadn’t dreamed of you going down on him from time to time. so although the dusk had settled, he found that he wasn’t tired at all. not when your mouth had wrapped around his cock.
“you… really don’t need to go this far for me,” he blushed. “just stop if you’re uncomfortable.”
“don’t worry,” you encouraged him. “you do the same, too.”
he nodded, gnawing at his lip. he was propped on his elbows on the bed, his head dangling back from the sensations you had thundering through his body. his toes curled when you hollowed your cheeks.
“mmh… my head feels so weird…” he moaned.
“do you want me to stop?” you asked. your fingers wrapped around his length, slowly kneading him. you felt him throb around your hand.
“no, just… keep doing that,” he groaned back.
he was shaken to the core by how unrestrained you were with him. a choking moan came out of his throat and he turned his head to muffle himself into the sheets. he seemed to forget himself for a second, calling out your name until he came with a groan bursting from his chest.
after the maelstrom within him had settled, he pulled you up against his chest, “you left me speechless…” he spoke against your hair.
the huge smile on your face sent happiness into his heart, and he laughed. “would you like me to try that, too?”
when you pushed his legs apart, his brain short-circuited. he knew he could count on you to take care of the things he was too afraid to take on. because he still tended to hold back on the things he longed for the most.
“you don’t have to…” he spoke against the palm of his hand.
“just sit tight,” you encouraged him from between his legs. “i really want to. is that all right?”
he nodded slowly, most ashamed how painfully hard he was from just the sight of you close to his crotch. he leaned back on the arm of the couch he was sitting on, bending his knees to give him some steadiness.
he gasped when his dick disappeared into your wet mouth. his hand shook as he reached for your head, pushing your hair back. he forgot the ability to breathe, and you had to tap his leg for him to realize it.
“you’re gonna pass out if you do that,” you giggled. “are you uncomfortable?”
“no… not in the least,” he finally exhaled. “keep going, please…”
you knew that if he had the guts to say that, he must really be feeling otherworldly. forget paradise, the earth underneath him was quaking by the mere feel of you against his body. you glided your hands along his thighs, squeezing him softly.
he bit down a moan when you grabbed his wrist and lead it down for him to pump himself. he kneaded himself, his face flushed and heart threatening to shoot out of his throat.
you kissed the fingers that he kept on his length, and he suddenly cried out for you. he had surpassed all the limits he thought he had, finally letting go and coming with a shuddering moan. his back hit the couch and his legs were left dangling over the armrest.
“i love you so much…” he heaved, pushing back his sweaty hair. he turned to gaze at you with an unfamiliar look swirling in his eyes. “you should… come closer to me now,” he told you as he reached out his hand to poke at your thigh.
he leaned back on the couch, having closed his eyes for the first time in what felt like ancient times. he felt sleep pulling him in like death itself, but was crushed back to reality by your weight slamming down on him.
“goddammit!!” he coughed. “what do you think you’re doing?”
“vandy… it’s been ages since we’ve seen each other-”
“we saw each other three days ago-”
“and i missed you so much-”
“you’re so dramatic sometimes i swear to-”
you shot upwards on him, shutting you both up with a long kiss he nearly drowned in. the fatigue kicked in and he melted under your warmth and familiarity.
his eyes kept shut as your mouth began to ghost down his jaw, his chest and stomach, all the way to the tender place just above his groin. was he dreaming? why does he suddenly feel so- oh. oh shit.
he jerked up and the sight nearly knocked him unconscious. your tongue was teasing him through his underwear. your gaze was intently on his growing strain, finally pulling down the last of his clothes. he sprung up and your fingers and mouth were on him without delay.
“hey, don’t… that’s not, i mean you don’t have to…” he cursed silently, holding himself down with whatever was left from his strength. “this can’t be comfortable to you…”
“shhh,” you shushed him, reaching with your hand to push him back down. his head hit the arm of the couch and he knew he had to suffer his defeat. or ride out his victory. he was a silent, trusting man when it came to being pleasured.
he came with a long, shuddering groan that was the final blow to his tired body. you pulled yourself up to leave him to sleep, but his hand caught your wrist and you fell against him. his arms went around you, a soft kiss landing on your forehead.
“love you…” came the sleepy scratch of his voice.
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