Nsfw - Don't have to answer if you don't want to.
How would the ROs react to Mc, who is very shy, who wants to have an "intimate" moment but is embarrassed to ask.
(I love playing the shy type of Mc)
Thanks for the ask, I feel like shy MC's are going to be pretty popular. React's below. 😊
You sit, snuggled into the side of Echo, your hands twisted in the soft fabric of her oversized hoodie as the flatscreen at the end of her bed continues to play whatever you both decided on, yet it's the furthest thing from your mind.
The heat of the body next to you and the comfort it brings fight for all your attention, and you give it freely. Wanting to brand the feelings into your very being.
But that isn't the only feeling that stirs; the tension in your lower stomach and the quietness of the moment make you want more. But the very idea brings a flush to your cheeks and makes your tongue dry in your mouth. So much so, you don't even hear the softly whispered question from the one at your side before Echo's hand lightly grips your chin and brings your eyes to theirs.
"Hey, you ok?" The words are spoken in a whisper that somehow surrounds you and drowns out every other noise in the room.
Your mouth tries to form words but fails, your mind wanting her fingers to trail lower, to dance along you, but the very thought makes you blush deeper and your neck heat.
But it doesn't go unnoticed as your hands grip the material around her all the tighter. Echo's easy smile takes on a more teasing hint, one you have become familiar with.
"It seems you want something, but whatever could that be?" She says in a half chuckle, her hand gliding down in a feather touch to your neck, drawing a whine from you.
"P-please..." Your voice comes in a breathless whisper.
"Please, what?" Echo's smile grows as her hand continues its downward path.
"R-really, you're going to make me say it?" Echo eyes stay locked on you, and it's all the answer you need. "I want to..." You don't get to finish before a moan breaks your voice, her hand finishing its journey.
"It always sounds so pretty when you say it." Echo says innocently, but from the way her hand moves, she doesn't need you to say what you want.
You lay cuddled close to Cy in your bed, enjoying the silence around you and their company. Your head resting against their chest as they softly breathe, arms wrapped around you.
Enveloped in their warmth and smell, there's only one thing that could make this moment even more perfect. The thoughts of your bodies entwined, making heat crawl up your neck and your cheeks tint.
Your hands come to rest on Cy's stomach, the skin pressing down softly to reveal hard muscle. As you look up, your eyes lock with Cy's, already watching you with a gentle smile.
"You have that look in your eye." Cy lets out, slowly running their hand down your back. "But it would be nice to hear you say it." Cy says encouragingly.
Your mouth is dry, and you fight your own tongue to say words. "W-would you like to sleep together..." You pat yourself on the back for being able to say the words even if it was more a jittery mess than anything else.
Cy just smiles down at you. "Always." Then the next thing you know, Cy's face is buried in your neck, and moans flow from you unabated.
You sit practically in A's lap in the back seat of what they said was their car, but since this is the first time you've seen it and the fact you're fairly positive they don't have a license, you're sceptical.
But none of that matters, not when A's tongue is wrestling for control of your mouth and the sound of your moans is smothered by their mouth.
Your body pressed as close to theirs in the small compartment of the car as possible, as their hands slowly rub circles along your back. You know what comes next, and you're ready, more than ready.
But it all stops as A pulls away from the kiss with a light scrape of their teeth along your bottom lip and looks at you expectantly with a teasing smirk. Your cheeks are warm and most definitely blushed.
"Well, I think that's all for the night." They say, and you look at them in both surprise and horror.
"W-what?" Your voice comes out quietly and needy.
"I think I'm done; time to hunker down for the night." You continue to stare at them wide-eyed as they keep a stoic facade, fighting to keep the smile from their face.
"B-but, w-we didn't even..." Your voice trails off in a whisper, your face heating with every word.
"Didn't what, fuck?" A says the word without any fanfare, the words flowing like second nature as you squirm in their lap. "Is that what you want? If so, all you have to do is ask." They continue with mock sweetness.
"I-I want t-to..." It seems like they are trying to capture your every expression. "T-to fu-have sex..." By the time you're finished, your face is buried in theirs, trying to hide the flush that's consuming it.
"All you had to do was ask." A whisper is in your ear as they lightly nip your earlobe before continuing down your neck in a trail of kisses.
You're at a gala with Salem, hanging on her arm to not get lost in the other partygoers. You're not even sure how she talked you into going with her. Well...you do, looking at her clad in a long silver gown with the perfect slit along the leg, showing muscular thigh.
You haven't been able to take your eyes off her all night, and even just walking along with her, one hand always hovering along the small of your back, brings a heat to your cheeks.
You've been waiting all night for the perfect moment for the two of you to be alone, but you find it slipping through your fingers each time her eyes lock on you. Your mouth is uncooperative and your mind is blank.
By the time the evening bell rings, there is only one thing you want, but it seems even more impossible now than it did at the start of the night to get the words out.
As you walk the halls of the venue back to the coat closet, you stop, and Salem stops with you. You fight the courage to look at her flushed face and unfocused eyes, and she doesn't say a word before taking your hand, and then the next thing you know, you're both in the closet surrounded by coats as her hands are all over you.
Mouth kissing your neck softly before coming to your ear. "Next time just ask." Your answer is a moan.
You sit on the couch with Harper, a blanket covering the both of you. Huddled together as Harper is transfixed on the rom-com playing on the screen of the TV.
Your eyes, however, are only on them, the way their eyes water at moments of fictional sadness and their lips lift with happiness at unreal jubilantion.
And it makes your cheeks warm and your stomach twist with a need you would rather not say, or more like can't say.
By the time the credits roll, it's the only thing on your mind, your cheeks blushed and darkening further as they turn to you and see the obvious state you're in.
You see their throat bob as they also blush, their hand trembling slightly, taking yours under the blanket before they start to lean in slowly and kiss you. Clumsy and tentative.
Hands slowly trailing up your arms like they're scared to ruin the moment.
They break the kiss and stare into your eyes again. "W-would you like to..." They trail off, unable to say the words themselves.
You nod weakly in return as the kisses continue no less clumsily than the first but filled with unspoken words and admiration.
