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yunhohours · 4 years ago

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VICTON Reaction: S/O Asking to Blow Them for the First Time

Request: Could you do victon reaction to you asking to blow them for the first time? (Or a headcannon about it)!!???

NSFW content under the cut!

Seungwoo

Seungwoo is confident but he’s also patient and, most frustratingly, so goddamn respectful. Usually, you love that about him. It makes you feel safe and comfortable. But right now, it’s infuriating. You two have explored each other’s bodies in many ways on many occasions, but you have yet to go down on him and you’re not sure you can wait a second longer. He always seems eager to please you--to make you cum with his tongue or his fingers or his cock-- but he always seems to avoid you blowing him one way or another. It’s driving you crazy. You know him and you know he just doesn’t want you to feel pressured, but you don’t feel pressured. You feel ravenous. So, you decide to just ask him. You don’t want to risk him pushing you away or skilfully dodging the topic once you’re already in bed, so the safest bet is to ask him directly but even that is quite nerve-wracking. You wait for a time during the early evening when you’ve both come home from dinner and a walk around the park. He’s just finished hanging his coat when you’re suddenly staring at him and saying his name with a seriousness he wasn’t expecting. “Yes?” He asks, his patience obvious and you force yourself not to roll your eyes. Enough patience. You take a deep breath to compose yourself so you don’t ramble all of your frustrations to him and then allow yourself to speak carefully. “I appreciate you so much. I appreciate that you always take care of me both inside the bedroom and out, but oh my god, can I please just suck your cock for once?” Okay, maybe your frustration was still obvious but you did reel it in. Seungwoo’s head tilts as he just looks at you. His expression doesn’t change, he doesn’t move, he doesn’t say anything. You start to worry that you were too crass and then he finally speaks. “Okay.” What? Just ‘okay?’ You don’t know what to say now as you were expecting more questions, more thoughts, more… anything. “Okay?” You ask him, begging for a direction to go in. “Okay,” he repeats, gently taking your hand and placing it over his belt buckle. You gulp as you stand there, watching him as he watches you. He’s waiting for you to move and so you do, your hands shaking just slightly as they work his belt buckle. His composure is almost intimidating and you’ve never been attracted to him more.

Seungsik

You’re lying on the couch, head in Seungsik’s lap as the two of you watch the show you’ve been enjoying together. This was pretty routine for you at this point. You would spend many evenings together watching whatever show had your attention at the moment, enjoying the back and forth you would have discussing it. Seungsik’s hand lazily plays with your hair, making you feel so warm and cozy that you nuzzle your head into his lap. His hand pauses for a split second. It was so subtle, but just long enough for you to realize why it might have paused in the first place. You nibble your lip as you ponder whether to push it. Your hand ghosts over his leg as you slowly bring it up towards your face and place it against the crotch of his pants. You don’t apply any pressure or dare move it yet, just place it there. You want to gauge his response to being touched at all. He doesn’t respond, at least not from what you’re able to perceive, so you push further. Your fingers start to dance across his lap, a small smile forming on your lips when you feel him shift a little. You flatten your palm and begin to press into him now, your eyes fluttering when he starts to grace you with soft moans. You know he won’t ask you to do more. He’s perfectly happy to just take whatever little bit of touch you are willing to give him. That’s precisely why he deserves more. Keeping your hand’s pace and pressure steady, you carefully turn so your face is looking up at his parted lips. You bat your lashes at him and use your sweetest voice when you ask, “Siki, can I please use my mouth?” His jaw slackens even more as his eyes reflect your lust back to you. He can’t seem to find his words at this moment so he nods instead, not daring to take his eyes off you in case this is somehow just a dream. You smile proudly and push his sweats down, prepared to give him the best-first-blowjob of his life.

Chan

“Good morning,” Chan mumbles against your ear, the rasp of his morning voice making you smile. “Good morning to you,” you answer quietly as you pull his arms tighter around your waist. He rests his head on your shoulder and sighs contentedly, clearly not planning to leave bed anytime soon, not that you’re complaining. You could stay in bed spooning with Chan all day. He’s so warm. You press back into him to get as close as possible and then pause. He’s got morning wood. Suddenly, you’re realizing that you’ve never felt him so hard against you in the morning like this but you’re unsure how that’s possible since you sleep like this most nights. You decide that’s a question for a later time. You turn in his arms, fighting against his tightening arms, and look at him. He blinks sleepily and you’re so charmed. “Chan…” You don’t have anything else to say. Your hand wastes no time, slipping inside the waistband of his boxers and wrapping around his stiff cock, slowly pumping it as you just watch his face. His eyes threaten to close as he gasps softly, not expecting such a bold move so soon in the morning. Your hand gives him a gentle squeeze and he stutters in your hold. “Fuck.” His sleep-laced voice makes your core tighten around nothing. You want nothing more than to continue to pleasure him. You gently press him onto his back with one hand, the other continuing to work him steadily as you reposition yourself between his legs. His head is tilted back slightly into the bed as sighs of content leave his lips. You use your free hand to maneuver his boxers out of the way and lick your lips at the sight of him. “Chan…” You start again, nuzzling your head against his cock as you slow your hand. “Look at me.” His head forces itself up to look at you, his eyes swimming with his lust as he sees himself so close to your face for the first time. “Can I?” You ask, your lips ghosting the head of his cock, your tongue peeking through them just enough to make him crave it. “Fuck, please,” he groans, his hips involuntarily pushing up in an effort to enter your mouth. You smirk at how needy he is for you and give him what you both want, savoring the lewd moan he thanks you with.

Sejun

You were meant to be at lunch with the Victonies soon. ‘You’ being you and Sejun. You had both woken up late and were saving time on getting ready by showering together. This wasn’t something particularly new. You’d often shower together at night after fooling around and it was always a nice bonding experience full of playfulness-- something you’d come to always expect with Sejun. You were facing away from the water stream to soap up the front of your body while Sejun rinsed his hair. When you turned, you were surprised to be greeted by Sejun’s cock standing at attention. “Sejun!” You half-scolded, eyes darting between his face and his erection. You knew it wasn’t his fault but it seemed like the worst timing when you were already running late. “What? I can’t help it! I’m staring at my hot, naked girlfriend first thing in the morning when I’m already sensitive!” He was never shy to blurt out exactly what was on his mind. You loved that about him. You stifled a laugh, flattered by both his verbal compliment and physiological response to your naked body. A smirk formed on your face while panic still covered his. “If you finish showering pretty quickly, I can just take care of it mys--” You didn’t let him finish. You found your way onto your knees and took him into your hand. Your head leaned in to take him into your mouth and then you stopped abruptly. You had never gone down on him before and this was all happening very fast due to the time crunch. “You’re going to let me take care of this, right?” You asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t uncomfortable before continuing. “Um, do I look like an idiot?” You smacked his thigh playfully, a smile gracing your lips for just a brief moment before they parted for his cock. A long sigh left his lips as he finally felt your warm mouth around him. “Oh, thank fuck.”

Hanse

A sigh leaves your lips as your back arches off the arm of the couch. Your eyes are glued to Hanse, his tattooed forearm moving up and down as his hand pumps his cock on the other end of the couch. He’s chewing on his lip ring to stifle his moans, wanting to hear yours filling the room instead. You two would often end up like this, masturbating for the other to watch. He knows you like staring at his tattoos while he touches himself and you know he likes to watch you attempt to satisfy yourself the way only his hands can. The two of you find this so second-nature by now that you often satisfy your sexual urges this way. A particularly loud groan falls from Hanse’s lips and your hand stops its ministrations. You want to hear more of that. “Babe, what are you doing? You look so good touching yourself for me. Don’t stop.” His hand doesn’t stop pumping as he speaks, expecting you to do as he says. You don’t listen, though, instead crawling across the couch to him. His eyes are trained on yours, his breath catching in his throat and his cock throbbing in response to the closeness of you. “Hanse, I don’t want to touch myself right now. I want to taste you.” Your teeth gently tug at his lip ring and he can’t help but groan at the thought. He’s never been inside your mouth before. He has to pull his hand away from himself to make sure he doesn’t lose it just thinking about your lips around him. “Is that okay?” You ask, his lack of response a good sign but not a clear one. He smirks and his hand runs up your back then into your hair as he takes some gently by the fist. You gasp softly at the pull. “More than okay.” His voice is a near growl as his hand moves back towards his aching cock, taking you and your hair with it.

Byungchan

Byungchan always takes you on the best dates. He will find romantic, luxurious, or just downright bizarre places to take you, but it’s always a good time. The adventures never stop. Tonight, you’re at the drive-in because you’ve mentioned always wanting to go and he thought he should be the first one to take you. He’s precious. You ordered snacks and drinks from the concession to munch on while you watch the movie and the popcorn is the best part of the experience so far. The movie is actually not that great, but how can you care about that when he went out of his way to bring you here? You can’t feel anything but grateful. Your eyes wander over Byungchan’s body, his own eyes fixed to the movie even though he doesn’t look all that interested either. “Thank you for bringing me, Byungchannie,” you coo sweetly, leaning towards him as your fingers walk up his thigh. “Anything for you.” His dimples peek out as a brilliant smile overcomes his features, looking at you with galaxies in his eyes. “I’m so, so grateful.” You’re playing it up, but you don’t care. His eyes leave yours to watch the way your hand pulls at the strings hanging from his sweats. You watch as his cheeks flush and chew on your lip. “Can I show you how thankful I am, Byungchannie?” You ask softly, waiting for his eyes to come back to yours before tracing your lips with your tongue to show him specifically how you want to thank him. His eyes grow wide at the realization and his lips part. You want to kiss them, but you wait. “Uh, y-yes,” he finally answers, putting the popcorn in the backseat so it’s out of the way. You lean over the console and lift his shirt with one hand, kissing his stomach as your other hand pulls at his sweats. You feel him tense under your lips and a soft moan escapes him already. As you kiss your way down his stomach and up the length of his cock, he leans his head into the headrest and whines for more. How you’ve managed to wait this long to hear him like this is beyond you.

Subin

Subin is hunched over the dining table, papers scattered all over the top of it. His head is resting atop his arms, clearly exhausted from everything he’s working on. Between group schedules, acting, and all of his other various jobs and hobbies, he has a full plate. You pout to yourself at the sight of him. You hate seeing him like this. You want him to be able to be the carefree, playful Subin he is at heart. You approach him and kneel next to his chair, your hand gently rubbing his back to alert him of your presence. “Subin,” you whisper, looking up at him as he lifts his head to look down at you. “Mm?” He hums, his hand immediately moving to brush the hair from one side of your face. He always finds a way to pay attention to you even when he is overwhelmed himself. “You’re exhausted. Stressed. I know you.” Your voice is soft, comforting. He just nods, pouting his lips in that cute way that makes your heart flutter. You think for a minute, not sure what you can do to help him. You can’t do his work for him and you know he’ll refuse a meal if offered until he’s “done” with all his work. Spoiler alert: he’s never done when it gets this busy. An idea comes to your mind, one you’re almost positive he won’t be able to pass up. “What if I… help you release some of that pressure?” You ask, crawling under the table before he can even comprehend what you’re getting at, much less respond. When you make eye contact with him again as he peers under the table, his own have grown twice the size in surprise. “Y/n, you don’t have to do that.” He sounds worried and you know it’s because he doesn’t want you to go down on him for the first time just because you feel like you have to. “Subin, I want to.” You say, making sure to convey your certainty in your tone as you kiss up his pajama pant-clad thighs. He melts under just this amount of touch, grateful for anything that distracts his mind. “Please…” His voice is barely audible, but you can hear how desperately he needs you. You smirk, loving how quickly he went from protesting in your honor to begging for the exact same thing. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.” It’s the final thing Subin hears before feeling your lips around his cock, not even bothering to stifle the whimper elicited by the feeling.

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