#some plot

Vi leaned against me, one arm slung over my shoulders as I helped her walk. She’d had another awful night—too many drinks after the brawl. Even though she’d won every round, she felt wrecked. Sore. Defeated. Restless.

When we finally reached her place and she pushed open the door, a wave of stench hit me immediately. Alcohol, grime, vomit, cheap hair products, sweat—all of it tangled together in a single, suffocating smell. My nose wrinkled, but I stayed quiet and guided her inside the dim, miserable apartment.

She let herself crash onto the mattress, and I sit on its edge. I reached out and gently stroked her back.

Then I took in the room around us. Empty bottles cluttered the floor. The mattress was ancient, sagging, stripped of blankets and even a pillow. Across from us sat a tiny sink and a cracked mirror, littered with half-used hair products and rolls of bandages. A punching bag hung in front of the bed, swaying slightly in the stale air.

I looked back at Vi—really looked—and saw her at the lowest point of her life. And all I could do was crumble into quiet tears. Seeing her like this broke my heart.

Then Vi glanced at me, and muttered "I don't need your pity, cupcake."

“Obviously, you do. This place is terrible, Vi.” I respond. “And my name is Y/N”

Vi closed her eyes, rolling over to her side, her back facing you. She wasn’t used to having people around. In her head, your presence there was just a waste of your time. However, she didn’t have the energy to argue with you. The fight and the alcohol had really taken away her strength. She remained quiet for a while, then whispered a question. “Why are you here..?”

I look to the side, my cheeks heating. “Why can’t you believe that some people actually care about you?” I ask, throwing her a half hearted glare. “Believe it or not, Violet, but I actually like you.”

At my words, Vi suddenly opened her eyes, a bit surprised. She looked at me over her shoulder, still lying on her side. Her voice was harsh. She didn’t believe my words, not even for a second. “Are you an idiot or what? No one cares about be. I don’t belong to anyone, and no one belongs to me.”

That cold and defensive attitude was just a front to avoid the pain of knowing the truth. At that moment, she felt more vulnerable than ever.

I stalk closer, anger at her and the way she treats herself, lets other people treat her, leading your movements. I corner her against the wall, pressing my hand against her chest to keep her still. She inhales sharply, surprised at my boldness. I stare in to her eyes as I almost spit out every word.

“I. Care. About. You.” I bring my face closer to hers. “I. Like. You.” Even closer. Our noses are almost touching, but I don’t break eye contact. “And if you can’t see that; can’t admit that, then you’re the stupid one.”

“Why? Why do you care?” At that, I release her and step back, letting out a sigh.

“I don’t fucking know.”

Vi takes a deep breath, finally being able to breathe properly after I step back, but she remains leaning against the wall, staring at me. She swallowed again, glancing away.

“You don’t know?”

“No. Because every time I get close to you, you shut me out. Every time I express sympathy, you insult my intelligence. Yet nonetheless, I’m here. Take a guess as to why.” I sigh and slump down on a chair across from her.

She looks at me, breath still uneven. She pushes off the wall slowly, wincing as her bruised body makes its way across the room to me. Then she sinks down to the floor in front of me, back against the bed frame like a caged animal running out of space to run.

“Because you’re to stubborn to leave?” She murmurs, voice low, almost playful. But it lacks bite. After a pause, softer: “Or… ‘cause you see me.” She finally brings her eyes to me, and there is pain in her gaze. “And nobody’s seen me in years.”

Finally at a loss for words, I kneel in front of her, tenderly bringing my hadn’t to her face, hoping she’ll let me, hoping she’ll sink in to it, hoping she’ll do more.

She closes her eyes at my touch, a sigh escaping her lips. She leans in to my hand just slightly, her cheek against my palm. This is a new side of her I haven’t seen before.

I look at her lips, heat pulling within me, but I chastise myself. She’s drunk. She’s not thinking clearly. Still some par of me wishes she’d tell me— what? That she loves me? I huff in amusement at my stupidity.

She opens her eyes, noticing me staring at her lips. The heat between us is almost tangible.

She blurted out, voice barely above a whisper: “Kiss me. Please.” My eyes shoot wide open.

“Vi…” I whisper, wanting to kiss her so much, but doubting her judgement. “You’re drunk.” Her eyes flutter, breath unsteady. She shakes her head slightly, stubborn even in her drunk stupor.

“I know. I’m drunk. I’m broken. This room’s a wreck.” Her voice drops, rough but sincere. “But I know you. I know your your name. I know your face. And I’ve known for weeks—sober or not— that you’re the only thing… the only good thing left in this mess.” She reaches up slowly, callous fingers brushing the back of my hand where it’s still rested on her cheek.

“Kiss me, Y/N. Even if it’s stupid. Even if it means nothing tomorrow.” A weak smirk tugs at her lips, but her eyes are pleading. “Just let me feel something real for once.”

“That’s the thing though.” My voice breaks. “I want it to mean something tomorrow. I want you to mean something that I know you don’t.” A tear slips down my cheek, and I look away, embarrassed.

Vi freezes at the sight of me crying. She reaches out, slow and shaky, and brushes the tear away with her thumb. Her breath catches. She doesn’t look away like she usually does. She couldn’t.

“I do mean it.”

Her voice comes scratchy, low and raw. “I just… I don’t know how to be what you want me to be. I’m a mess, Y/N. I drink too much, I fight for blood boney, I push everybody off a cliff before they can jump first.” She swallows hard, eyes glistening in the dim light.

“But you… You stay.”A broken laugh escapes her lips.

“Even when I call you stupid. Even when I act like a jackass.” She leaned forward slightly, resting her forehead against yours, her breath uneven. I can hear her pounding heart.

“So if you want it to mean something tomorrow… then yeah.”

“It does.

I do.

Gods help me… but I do.”

Almost before she’s even finished speaking, before I can convince myself otherwise, my lips crash in to hers.

Vi lets out a soft gasp. For a split second, she remains still. Then suddenly, she responds. She kisses me back, her rough hands grabbing my clothes, pulling me close. The kiss is clumsy and sloppy, but she doesn’t seem to care.

Her hands leave my shirt, coming up to cup my face, holding me there as she deepened the kiss, her tongue brushing at my bottom lip almost desperately. I open my mouth, letting her in and her tongue pushes against mine.

Vi flips me over, pinning me against the floor, her mouth moving fiercely against mine. I break the kiss to gasp for air and she goes for my neck.

“Vi!” I gasp, tangling my fingers in her short red hair.

She growls low in her throat. Her mouth burns a trail down my neck, teeth grazing just hard enough to make me shiver.

“Say it again,” she demands, voice ragged, between kisses and nips. “Say my name.”

“Vi,” I whine desperately, tilting my head to allow her further access.

Her right hand pin both of mine above my head, her body caging me in. With her other hand, she caresses my side, like if she let go, I’d vanish. Like she was trying to brand me with touch alone. The drunk haze was still there… but this? This was something else.

Need.

“P-please—” I stammer, then shake my head. “Vi, wait. I want— we should—”

She freezes instantly, suddenly aware, suddenly ashamed.

She pulls back slowly, breathing hard, straddling my waist. Her eyes were wide, with that raw look of someone realizing they’d almost lost control all over again.

“…Shit. I’m sorry—I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.” Her voice breaks as she scrambles off me gently. “I shouldn’t have— I wasn’t thinking straight…” I sit up too.

“No, no, it’s okay,” I rush towards her, secretly missing the weight of her body on mine. “I liked that, but… I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re drunk.” I bite my lip, my eyes tracing her figure before I can stop myself.

“I’m fine,” she says, her voice rough.

A clear lie.

I tentatively reach for her, my hand grazing her waist, eyes asking for permission. Her breath hitches, her body shuddering beneath the feather light touch of my fingers. She arches ever so slightly into my touch, as if subconsciously seeking me out.

Her voice is barely above a whisper when she finally responds— rough, almost pleading. “Please...”

I let my hand rest on her waist.

I want so badly to kiss her, but instead I lean my forehead against hers.

“Can…” I swallow, wanting her to ask me to stay.

specs: seonghwa x reader, reader is an idol in kq's first-ever girl group. she is also one of seonghwa's childhood friends.

if you want to skip to the smut, it starts roughly 1/3 through the chapter. yw ;)

misc. tags: p.sh top/dom, established relationship, use of pet names (angel, baby, star, etc.), alcohol, inebriation, jealousy, swearing, possessiveness, dominance, restraints, m/f sex, birthday sex, subtle oral sex, subtle fingering, subtle degradation, spitting, subtle praise, gentle dominant, aftercare, mostly vanilla, mushy, multiple positions, L-word, some switching...  please let me know if i missed anything!

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you sit with your hands underneath your thighs on the cramped couch, seonghwa to your left and yeosang to your right. across the circle, wooyoung is proudly explaining the rules of a drinking game to the newcomers--your old shared high school friends who showed up to celebrate hwa's 28th.

the birthday boy is only one soju in, but showing it. his frequent giggling pairs nicely with yeosang's airy conversation, and as you sip from your plastic cup, you find yourself growing warm and tipsy between the two, your cares slipping away. practice has been tough this week with your group's upcoming comeback, and although you may not have realized it, you needed this night to relax and celebrate your best friend.

"okay!" wooyoung claps his hands, and twenty-odd pairs of eyes snap to attention. with a grin, he points to seonghwa. "hwa-ya, you're up first. draw a card."

seonghwa, grinning and wiggling to the edge of his seat, leans forward towards the arrangement of cards in the middle of the coffee table. when he selects one, your eyes register its number just as he reads it aloud.

"five."

"five is drive," wooyoung nods.

everyone tentatively puts both fists out in front of them, many looking at woo for affirmation.

hwa is already grinning. "vroom."

the gameplay passes away from you. you sigh in relief. as the objective moves around the circle, you prepare yourself as it nears again.

yunho and jongho struggle with it, but, laughing, eventually pass it to yeosang... who drops it completely.

a chorus of laughter springs up from the group, and yeosang bashfully smiles. "ahh, oops.."

it's your mutual friend eunji's turn next. beside seonghwa, you feel a little exposed—not because your proximity to him is especially scandalous, but because the others aren't really aware of how your relationship with him has evolved over the past year.

everyone at kq knows about you two by now, but somehow you've successfully avoided letting outsiders in on the career-endangering coupling. until last year, you both had truly only been as close as the average colleague-to-colleague, and neither of you had intended for this to happen. everything changed at the golden hour: part 1 release party last spring, when you had your first full conversation with each other since becoming adults. since then, well...

you take another sip of your soju, effectively emptying the cup. seonghwa glances over fondly and silently takes the plastic from your hands. you start to protest, but he's already slipping out of the cramped living room, headed for the kitchen.

you watch as eunji designates someone for her card, two is you, to victimize, and to everyone's mirth, mingi is at the other end of her pointed finger.

"ahhh," mingi bows his head with a grin, and after a series of jeers ring out, he lifts his small ceramic cup and takes a swig of whatever is in there. yunho claps him on the back, nearly choking him, while everyone cheers.

seonghwa returns and passes you the plastic cup with a wink. you exchange a long, deciphering look with him before tasting the fizzy liquid. almost instantly, your heart and your belly warm at the taste. it's your favorite—peach soju with sprite.

the games continue through the evening, and you're generally having a good time until you notice eunji getting especially close to seonghwa on his other side.

you're not the jealous type. vying for attention isn't your thing. but when it comes to the way eunji's laughter rings out the loudest when seonghwa says something only mildly funny, you feel an itch in your mood, something unshakeable.

you try to wash it down with the peach soju, telling yourself it's nothing.

"birthday shot?" hongjoong is offering a small glass to seonghwa.

you laugh with the rest of the partygoers, clapping him on the shoulder.

"ahh..." seonghwa seems hesitant. his ears are red.

"come on, star," you encourage, laughing.

seonghwa casts a devious glance at you, then gives in. "alright, alright. everyone... cheers!"

hoots and hollers erupt in the room as everyone raises their glass. in one swoop, you down the rest of your soju, its warmth catching up to your head—or maybe it's the way how when you lower your empty cup, eunji's palm is literally, casually, on seonghwa's knee.

it's like the soju gets caught halfway down. seonghwa is laughing and waving his hand dismissively as hongjoong offers him another shot. he moves his knee absently out from under her touch, but otherwise shows no other sign of noticing.

it's that small, uncomfortable gesture that puts you in a mindset you can only describe as... protective?

san is tipsy and red in the face, retelling the story of how he met seonghwa while everyone listens intently. you find yourself paying close attention to eunji out of the corner of your eye, even though you're beside yourself with exasperation. you have never acted like this. why here, why now?

it's no secret to anyone that seonghwa is one of the most beautiful people on the planet, and this fact coupled with the reality of being an idol normally doesn't bother you. people are in love with him. you get it. it's not really a surprise that an old classmate is subtly making moves. can you really blame her?

eunji's soft, melodic laugh sounds again, and she leans in to whisper something to him.

seonghwa laughs genuinely, albeit politely keeping distance.

you try to take another drink, forgetting your cup is empty.

"need another?" seonghwa's murmur surprises you. you jump a little, not expecting him to lean so close.

"i'm good," you shake your head, offering a grateful smile. you can feel the alcohol beginning to take affect. you drank this one much too quickly, and it's too late now. "thanks, though."

his smile is amused, and his eyes shine as he stands up anyway. "i'll grab you a water?"

you start to politely decline, moving to also stand up, but eunji is already on her feet, leading the way to the kitchen.

somewhat bitterly, although you know it's unfair of you to feel this way, you settle back into your spot and avert your attention as seonghwa follows her to the kitchen.

yeosang gives you a gentle nudge. "you look stiff. everything okay?"

when you look at him, his eyes are squinted in a soft laugh. you roll your eyes and playfully shove his arm, feeling your face burn. "shut up, hyung."

seonghwa returns first, pressing an ice-cold water bottle teasingly to your upper thigh, subtly lifting the edge of your skirt—not a lot, just enough that you would notice.

you snatch it from him, your cheeks still a little pink from yeosang's banter, now made worse as you take in the way he's looking at you.

"paboya," you mutter, pressing your knees together to make room for him on the couch.

eunji conveniently squeezes herself in on seonghwa's other side, and with mild irritation you can't help but think that you would have probably sat on the arm of the couch just to be polite.

seonghwa seems to notice how uncomfortable you look. he glances at eunji, then at you, his expression registering in understanding. with a smirk, he starts to put his arm atop the back of the couch behind you, then seems to think better of it, bracing his elbow on the upholstery instead. you just adjust your skirt, taking a sip of the water.

it's late. with the gathering in full-swing, you feel the repercussions of early-morning practice catching up to you. it takes a lot of effort on your part to not let your drunk body lean into seonghwa, and you start to wish your high school friends would take their leave already.

seonghwa's behavior grows muted too, the alcohol still keeping him warm and giggly, but his speech growing softer.

as eunji grows more inebriated, she becomes less inhibited with her wandering gaze, no longer bothering to hide her obvious admiration for seonghwa. she keeps trying to have side-conversations with him, catching up on life and whatnot, asking how often he visits home, if he misses anything about it, what the best thing is about being on the road.

seonghwa's social adeptness does not fade when he's drunk, unlike yours. as it grows harder for you to keep your facial expressions in check, he effortlessly navigates the questions in a polite and professional way.

"and you guys all live here, right?" eunji inquires, her eyes bright. "you all have your own rooms?"

seonghwa nods. "yeah, yeah—"

as he points down the hall, she interrupts him, putting her pretty little hand on his arm. "can i see? minho told me you still collect legos, and you have a whole display."

the water bottle in your hand makes a loud noise as it is crushed. several people look at you. embarrassed, you play it off like you're just opening it to take a sip, at the same time standing up and muttering something about using the bathroom.

you're drunker than you realize. as you head down the hallway, you stumble a bit and have to catch yourself on the wall. hwanjun, another old friend, is just exiting the bathroom. he puts a hand on your shoulder to steady you.

"whoa, you okay?" he asks, stopping you.

you nod, even though you're not, and all you can think of is seonghwa showing eunji his legos. the idea bother you so much. you feel ridiculous. "thanks. fine. i might actually—oh, god."

your stomach twists. you barely have time to barrel your way into the open doorway and throw yourself towards the toilet before your stomach starts purging itself of everything you had consumed in the last six hours.

it takes a minute, but eventually relief washes over you, despite a lingering disgust.

gentle hands swoop your hair back. your head spins. vaguely, you register wooyoung's voice asking someone for a hair tie, and then he's gently tugging your hair into a simple ponytail at the base of your neck.

"nothing to see here! move along, you nosy bastards," wooyoung snickers, patting your shoulder as he addresses the handful of people in the hallway apparently checking on you.

you can just make out four or five pairs of feet from where you bow over the ceramic bowl, and you groan inwardly as some familiar socks step into the bathroom and shut the door.

wooyoung gives you one last pat on the back before silently taking his leave. when the door is closed again, you sigh and rip away some paper to wipe off your mouth, slumping back against the wall across from the toilet.

you can feel the warmth of seonghwa's body. he's crouched beside you, concern obvious on his features. he holds your gaze, but nudges you playfully. "you okay?"

it's like his soft voice dissipates any remaining petulance. you nod, accepting the water bottle as he puts it back into your hands, the cap already off, wedged between his thumb and his palm.

as you take a long sip, he settles beside you, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. outside, you can hear distant chatter as the party continues like normal.

"want to go lie down?" he suggests gently, his fingers skimming comfortingly along the inside of your leg.

you take another sip of water. "maybe. do you still have my toothbrush here?"

"in the cupboard." he looks you up and down for a moment. then, the corner of his mouth lifts, that damn smile crease making an appearance. "too much soju?"

"yeah," you lie. "i guess so."

his smirk melts into a knowing smile, and he puffs a breath of laughter. "mmhm. okay."

you take a deep breath and let it out slow, the back of your head making a soft bump as it rests against the wall.

a comfortable silence falls between the both of you. after a while, you roll your head to the side to look at him. "go back out there. enjoy your party. i'll be in your room, 'kay?"

seonghwa's expression softens. "drink some more water," he murmurs, pulling your head closer to kiss your temple.

you listen, taking another slow sip from the bottle, waving him away. he snickers and hops to his feet, slipping out of the room. the door closes with a quiet click, leaving you alone again.

with a heavy sigh, you clamber to your feet and try to ignore the creeping pounding of your head as you fish the familiar green toothbrush from the vanity cupboard.

his room is a welcoming, cool temperature, and the only light comes from the uv lamp he has going in his beloved moss terrarium. a safe haven of sorts. you curl up beneath his heavy comforter, and it's like your body melts into a relaxed state, the familiar smell and feel of his sheets like a balm for your ugly emotions.

you can still hear eunji's pretty laugh ringing out every so often from the living room, and even though it's irrational, you can't help but feel irritated about the whole thing. luckily, the chatter has quieted, simmering into a lull that signifies the gradual end of the celebration.

safely behind the closed bedroom door, you miss all the goodbyes and promises to stay in touch as everyone starts to trickle out, dozing in and out of sleep for a while. it's only when you feel the weight of another body sinking onto the mattress beside you that you stir again, inhaling for a big yawn.

as you stretch your limbs, seonghwa takes the opportunity to snake his arms around you from behind, and it's a soft kiss on your shoulder that really pulls you back from sleep.

"happy birthday," you mumble affectionately, twisting to wrap your arms around him in return.

"it was," he whispers, his nose poking your forehead at first. he's still a bit giggly as he presses his lips to your nose. "are you feeling better, baby?"

you close your eyes again, snuggling into his pillow. "mhmm... better, now that eunj—"

you stop yourself, but not soon enough.

he grins. "oh, i knew it."

you groan and try to roll away, but his arms tighten around you.

"no, stay here," he snickers, his lips finding your neck. one of his hands spreads out against your thigh where he had put the water bottle earlier, fingers digging in just slightly, tugging your hip backwards into his, effectively trapping you against him.. "tell me about eunji, baby..."

"drop it," you groan, frowning as your body responds to his touch.

"i could tell something was bothering you," he mumbles against your skin, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from your shoulder to your ear.

"seonghwa..." you protest weakly, but you're not sure if you're objecting to his kisses or his words.

"star," he says back, his tone playfully stern. his grip on your thigh loosens, only for his fingertips to start skimming upward, the fabric of your skirt bunching around them.

you bite your lip in frustration.

"you're jealous," he murmurs, as if proud of himself.

"i'm not jealous."

"she wanted me to show her my legos," he starts giggling, nuzzling into your neck. you can still smell the soju on his breath.

"brush your teeth," you deflect. your stomach is twisting unpleasantly again.

"what do you think she would have done, hmm? if i had brought her in here..."

as he speaks, his fingers slide higher, eventually meeting the fabric of your panties. your heart starts thudding, even while your stomach churns. "seonghwa," you plead softly.

"were you worried? i do apparently have a thing for friends to lovers, as you well know..."

you start to reach for his hand as his fingers dip underneath the elastic band holding your underwear to your skin, but his teeth gently nibble at the spot above your pulse, so you freeze, your breath audibly hitching.

he chuckles softly, his tongue soothing over the spot his teeth had pinched. "maybe you can show me what you imagined she was thinking of, hmm?"

"brush your teeth, you smell like soju."

"i'll brush my teeth," he sighs, lifting himself off the sheets. he puts his palms on either side of your body, swinging into place above you. "but first..."

the alcohol in your veins urges you to comply with this, every nerve ending suddenly extremely sensitive. luckily, his fingers aren't playing underneath you skirt anymore, but now they're gently picking apart the buttons of your shirt.

you lie beneath him, squirming helplessly as he continues.

"she tried to put herself in my lap after you left, you know," he murmurs, his teeth taking over on the last couple buttons while his hands start their work with touching all his favorite parts of you.

"wh.. huh?" you're dizzy, and you can't tell whether its the alcohol or his touch making you disoriented.

"well," he pauses, pushing apart your thighs with his knees, "not exactly. she was next to me on the couch again, and she pulled her knees up onto the couch, but they were practically on my thighs, you know?"

he seems to enjoy the lump that forms in your throat, grinning devilishly as he kisses on it.

"hmph," you manage, but even through the forced nonchalance, your fingers curl into the sheets.

seonghwa's tongue glides along the side of your neck, and he giggles when you flinch, your hand flying up to cover the spot.

"are you upset, baby?" he purrs.

you refuse to look at him.

his tone drops an octave or two. "oh, not gonna speak to me, huh? that's okay."

a gasp leaves your mouth when he starts kissing down your open shirt front, leaving more little love bites as he goes.

his next words come out in a heavy breath. "you don't have to talk for me to figure out what you want."

he lowers himself over you, and all you can think about is how his lips sound making contact with your skin, how his warm mouth feels in contrast to the cold air. the moisture left behind by his kisses leaves you shivering a bit, goosebumps rising all over your body.

his fingers continue torturous patterns over your sternum, your breasts, your abdomen, your hips. his touch is slow and fervent, like a potter with clay on the wheel.

you swallow, staring up at the ceiling. for whatever god damn reason, you can't get the vision of eunji's knees on seonghwa's lap out of your head. to learn that she was practically throwing herself on him after you got sick... it trips a switch in you.

"why didn't i just say something?" you groan suddenly, and seonghwa raises his head from where he's attending to your lower belly.

"hmm?" he muses, folding his arms over your stomach and laying his head over them. a perfect listener.

"i should have just said something," you mutter. "it's not like they would tell anyone about us, or have any credibility if they did..."

he registers what you're saying and smirks a bit. "mm."

you sigh softly. "why'd you let her touch you? you don't have to be polite, you know. not when someone's making you uncomfortable."

"listen to yourself," he teases, watching his own fingertip as it makes shapes into your waistline.

you push yourself up onto your elbows, looking down at him with a slight pout on your face. as your eyes trail after his movements, you realize he's tracing stars into your skin. a bubble of fondness rises in your chest.

"you can be jealous." he looks you in the eyes, his own twinkling.

"i just—" your brow furrows. "i think it bothers me because i—oh, fuck..."

as you start speaking, he wets his lips and sinks further down the mattress, his teeth finding your skirt hem.

"continue," he utters, and it's more of a command than an invitation.

you let out a soft breath, watching helplessly. when you speak again, your voice is airy with hesitance. "...i just... uhm... i think that if i were in her shoes, i'd... probably be just as starstruck, but i would never... oh, fuck..."

he's using his mouth to push and pull your clothes out of the way, looping his arms underneath your thighs, now. he plants a particularly wet kiss between your hips, then fixes his gaze on yours again. "you were saying?"

"seonghwa..."

his mouth lifts at the corners, obviously enjoying the way his name falls out of your mouth. "you'd be just like her?"

"no," you blurt, almost offended.

"i want to make you scream."

"what?" your eyes widen.

his eyes widen back, like he's mocking you. "what?" he grins. "focus. keep talking. i want to explore this."

you swallow. "uhm. i guess i'm just irritated."

"irritated...?" he starts kissing on the inside of your thigh, and you have to bite back a moan.

"yeah. i just wanted to—" you inhale sharply as his head ducks under your skirt. "i—mmh..."

he squeezes your thighs with his arms, pulling your hips down a bit. his tongue starts soaking through your panties, and his breathing is shallow now, coming out in hot puffs against your skin. you struggle to maintain your own breathing, shifting a bit under his touch.

you can feel where his nose is grinding against you, giving subtle friction, and it makes your mind go blank.

"i don't... want her to think... she can have you," you get out, your brain a mess of unconnected wires.

he hums from under the skirt, fully amused. "these are pretty."

"huh?"

your confusion is short-lived. he suddenly latches on to your panties with his teeth, then emerges from under your skirt, dragging the soaking wet garment down your thighs.

you gasp and instinctively squeeze your legs shut, to no avail. your knees press into his ribs.

he releases the lacey underwear from between his teeth, rising for a moment to grip them in one hand and drag them to your ankles. then he fixes a hungry gaze on you, his tongue sitting at the corner of his mouth, swiping a taste of his outer lip. "no, you're right... she can't have me. but you can."

you flush, glancing away while he climbs back over you, his hips meeting yours and pressing down.

"you can have all of me," he breathes, his mouth finding your neck. his fingers smooth up over your hips, to where your shirt sits open. he seems to be enamored for a moment, looking down over your body, taking in every angle, every curve. "you're just..."

you shiver as his fingers curl into the open fabric of your shirtfront, slowly sliding the two halves apart.

"...just like a present," he hums. "for me to unwrap, right?"

"seonghwa," you all but whine.

"relax..." the word is breathed against your neck, and you can feel your skirt being slid slowly up and over your hips. his mouth finds the spot where your throat meets the underside of your jaw, making a soft sound of yearning as he kisses there.

in an attempt to be closer, your body arches into his. almost immediately, his arm slips under your waist, keeping you there. his kisses grow hungrier, sloppier, on your neck.

"hwa," your breath is coming out a little faster now.

his free hand slips up between your thighs, feathering over your skin, torturously slow. when they find their destination, he groans softly, his teeth catching on your throat. you squirm.

"ah," he grins, kissing his way to your ear. "already this wet... and i've hardly touched you..."

underneath you, his other hand snags the corner of a pillow and drags it to replace his arm where it supports your waist. with the pillow beneath you now, his fingers find yours and pin the back of your palms to the mattress, squeezing gently.

"should i undress you more, or take you like this?" he questions, raising himself to drink in the sight below him.

you can't help the way your body grows warmer, your face flooding with color. he seems to enjoy your reaction, one corner of his mouth lifting.

he drops his voice to a playful whisper, bringing your wrists together over your head. his question is sincere, though obviously cloaked with desire. "are you still feeling unwell?"

you shake your head, becoming very aware of just how vulnerable and exposed you are as the cool air settles over your skin.

"it makes a bit of sense now," he murmurs through that damn smirk, one hand working free his belt. "you made yourself sick with jealousy, didn't you?"

you sigh softly, closing your eyes. "she was making you uncomfortable."

he hums, folding the belt to rest where the other pillow had been, close enough to make you wonder if he intends to use it for something else.

"she was oddly touchy," he agrees softly. while he talks, he drags two fingers from your sternum to your navel, a breath of a movement. "i can't remember her ever being like that before."

your breath hitches when he continues lower, his fingertips hooking into the waistband of your skirt.

"can i take this off?"

he's only asking to tease you. you huff softly, lifting your hips in compliance.

seonghwa just grins and tugs the garment down off your hips. you sit up slightly to shrug the open shirt from your arms, casting it aside. when everything is completely gone, he smooths both hands up from your knees, his palms slowly pushing apart your thighs to make room for his hips to settle between them.

his touch feels like worship. his lips meet your skin again, and the cool metal of the star pendant around his neck catches your attention, being the only thing other than him on your body now. it feels a little unfair that he still has all his clothes on, but he seems to rather enjoy the imbalance.

he kisses on your breasts, his lower body lying flush to yours, and his fingers find yours only to pin them above your head again. with nowhere else to go, you arch up into his kisses, biting back a moan.

his tongue presses against the dip between your ribs, and then trails up between your breasts to your collarbones, and then off to the side. his hips follow the movement, meeting yours as his breath finds your ear, and you can feel now through his trousers just how badly he wants you.

your breath catches as he rolls his hips, definitely getting his trousers a bit damp.

his mouth is still gentle as ever, decorating your neck in kisses. "mmmph..."

"hwa," you breathe, your fingers trying to escape from his.

he lets one hand go, but only to pin your hips in place with a firm grip.

you swallow nervously, reaching to pick at the buttons on his shirt. he had been wearing this damn white dress shirt all day, and it looked nice on him, but now you wanted it off.

his kiss finds its way to your mouth, growing hungrier. he brushes your fingers away, apparently impatient, and starts on the buttons himself. within seconds, he is shrugging the shirt off his shoulders. you feel dizzy at the sight. he's been working harder on his form lately, and it's paid off, to say the least.

he sighs, sitting up on his knees to work off his pants. his gaze is still fond, but as soon as the button comes free on his trousers, his eyes darken.

"for my birthday," he starts, jerking his garments down as he settles back over you, hovering just above your body. "i want to make you feel good. but i want you to let me hear it."

you nod, swallowing hard. he kisses you again as he takes up your wrists for the final time, pinning them firmly to the pillows. with his mouth to distract you, you're hardly aware of what he's doing until you feel the leather and hear the soft clink of metal. there's a few strips of strong, unbreakable fabric tucked under his mattress, used for nights like this. his headboard doesn't have rungs, so he fastens the belt to the strap on the right before you even realize what he's doing.

he seems pleased with himself as he tears away from your mouth, watching as you pull uselessly on the restraints, your face flooding with color.

"still feeling jealous?" he smirks, putting his fingers between your legs again.

he starts teasing you, apparently wanting to hear your moan.

with a small smile, he reassures you, "don't worry. i'm going to fuck the jealousy out of you."

his words make you inhale, squeezing your eyes shut.

he pulls your thighs up around his hips, then starts slow, putting himself against you at last. the pressure of his swollen cock against you gradually increases, making your whole body heat up. just as you don't think you can handle the intensity with which he presses down on the sensitive seam of your body, he uses his hand to guide himself lower, and the sound of him spreading you open makes you blush. he's already made a mess of you.

he groans in one long, shaky exhale. "fuck..."

he lowers himself to your skin again, holding your thigh in one arm, the other braced against the sheets. he breathes out as he presses slowly deeper, his mouth finding a spot beneath your ear to bite down on.

though his teeth are gentle, you whimper. he gradually fills you, and you find yourself squirming, your fingers clenching around the leather holding them together.

"ahh," he sighs, kissing on the spot his teeth had marked. "god, you feel so good, angel..."

when he recedes slightly, you both tense up, and he makes a soft, growling noise at how tight you've become.

"fuck," he moans, roughly pushing on your hip, trapping you against the sheets as he draws his hips back, nearly shaking at the effort it takes to come back from filling you.

you're panting and breathless, dizzy with pleasure already.

he doesn't finish pulling back fully, unable to resist pressing himself back inside.

"seonghwa," you moan, and he takes it as a signal to do it again.

"uh huh," he mutters, gritting his teeth with the effort of holding back. "ohhh, jagi... the way i want to fuck you into this mattress right now..."

you shiver. "mmh—"

"no. we're gonna go nice and slow, don't worry. can you feel it?" he waits for your nod, then presses his palm into your lower belly until it almost hurts. "how about now, angel?"

you try to squirm, but the pressure of his hand insists. he marvels for a moment at your reaction, at the way your eyes glaze over in neediness. then he resumes his movements, still going slow, but less patiently now.

you can feel him teasing you, rubbing his palm into spots that border on feeling good and feeling painful, whittling away at your pleasure.

he leans close to your mouth, his lips ghosting over yours. "you take it so well... i think you're ready for going a little faster, don't you?"

your moans become muffled into his kiss. he hums in satisfaction, gripping your waist for leverage as his hips start to quicken their pace. faster, then faster. soon, he is almost pounding into you, his heavy breaths in time with the fall of his weight.

you're crying out with every thrust. "s-seong—ng—"

he growls, as if relishing the way you can't even finish his name. his voice has a growl of an undertone as he works his hips. "ahh, sweet angel—you're so fucking wet, do you feel it? do you feel how you tighten up for me?"

his words only serve to bring more color to your face. you're writhing and whimpering, a complete mess, and it's just how he wants you.

"that's right, let me hear you—it feels good, huh? yeah? tell me how it feels, my sweet girl..."

and as you open your mouth to respond, his thumb slips over your tongue, effectively jamming your speech. if you were close before, you're one subtle push from the edge now. from the smug expression on his face, he knows it. but he's not going to let you off this easily.

you suck and drool around his knuckle, much to his pleasure.

"mmhm. good... god, you're so good for me..."

he doesn't relent, his breaths getting labored and heavy. all that vocal training on the treadmill, it seems, has paid off in other ways. as he cups your chin in his fingers, pressing his thumb onto the back of your tongue, he murmurs uninterrupted praises.

"so good, so wet, so needy... are you still jealous, angel? you're being so good, so compliant for me." his eyes spark dangerously. "is this what you want to yourself? hmm?"

you choke a bit trying to answer again, and he presses further into your throat, his hips abrasively picking up pace.

you squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed.

"look at me."

his tone change is enough to shock you into submission. you blink dizzily up at him.

his grin is dangerous. he withdraws his thumb, and you gasp for air, his puffs of breath mixing with yours.

"open."

you part your lips again, though they are shaking slightly now.

he spits into your open mouth. before he has to tell you, you swallow, and he gives a pleased growl.

"can you take it if i put you on your stomach?" he asks through gritted teeth.

you can feel warmth blossom across your features. "i—mmhm. yes. yes, please."

"that's my girl."

in an instant, he's withdrawn completely, leaving your body aching and empty, screaming for his touch. making sure not to hurt your bound wrists, he lifts you carefully by the hips, coaxing you over. you squirm to assist, twisting around, inhaling sharply when his fingers dig into the back of your thighs. once you've settled, he slides his palms up and down appreciatively for a moment.

this angle has hurt you before, so he bows down beside your ear and kisses on your cheekbone, his fingers skimming up your spine.

"stop me if it's uncomfortable," he murmurs, gathering your hair from your shoulders into one fist. "can i pull your hair?"

you nod, swallowing your nerves as he slides his knee up between your legs until it can't go any farther. he keeps you there, his thigh firm and unmoving while he tests out a soft tug on your hair. you know you're getting his thigh all wet, and you whimper softly only for him to respond with a pleased hum.

with his other hand, he grabs and pulls upwards on your hip until you comply. he takes the pillow that had been under your back before and wedges it beneath your lower belly this time, then begins to make more distance between your thighs with his knees.

he takes a breath and lets it out slowly, tapping your ass once, firmly, with his palm. "you're a dripping mess. do you really need me that badly?"

he taps again, this time a bit harsher, though not quite a smack. you make an involuntary sound, his touch no doubt adding to the moisture making your thighs slick.

"oh, does this excite you?" his voice is gravely and amused. "being spread out like this? if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were enjoying being posed like a slut."

you gasp as his fingers find your clit. he clicks his tongue when your thighs try to close.

"no," he says calmly, giving your hair a slow tug, bringing your head back a bit. "stay open for me. i'm going to fuck you until you admit to me that you like this. okay?"

your breaths feel louder in your tilted throat, but you mutter out your agreement, and he begins.

his cock is warm and stiff as he spreads you again, and he lets out a steady groan as he takes you this time.

you feel yourself tense as he approaches the depth at which he's hurt you before, but this is where he stops, drawing back to start again. when he still doesn't press deeper on the second stroke, your find yourself whining in frustration.

"i want it all," you mumble, stretching your body away from the restraints over your head, doing your best to push your hips towards him as he sinks deep again.

he caresses your waist appreciatively. when he speaks again, you can hear that he's starting to lose himself. "we'll see, baby. just be patient."

he doesn't make you wait long. releasing your hair, his hands find your hips and tilt them how he wants you, an angle that makes you moan.

"you do like this," he's pleased. "should i spank your ass, too?"

he clenches his teeth and delivers a firm smack without waiting for a reply. you react with a surprised cry and a jolt of your hips.

"yeah," he pants, moving relentlessly. "more? or are you going to admit that you're a slut?"

"seonghwa," you whimper, your fingers curling into the leather belt, hanging on for dear life.

when he smacks you again, you can feel your body wrapping tighter around him, and by the soft growl he makes, he can feel it too.

"mm, you feel that? you must really—" he grunts as he hits you again— "like this, huh baby?"

your thighs are shaking now, and you can feel yourself gushing around his cock. every sound you make is lost in a desperate whimper, but his strikes have begun to sting a little.

"does it hurt, baby? just tell me you're my slut, and i'll stop."

under different circumstances, you may be able to hold out a little longer, but combined with your exhaustion, you're already a mess. you manage to choke out, "i like it—i like it, i'm a slut, please—"

he slows at your words, a gentler version of his touch dropping to rub over the tenderness of your skin.

his slower pace has you trembling on his cock, and he's patient with you as you catch your breath.

"you okay, angel?" his voice is no longer aggressive in the slightest. "do we need to stop?"

"no," you shake your head, maybe a little too eagerly. there are only a handful of words swimming in your brain, so you say some of them. "please—please. don't stop."

he hums, easing a hand up and down your spine before bracing against your hip and, despite your plea, pulling his throbbing length out completely.

you shiver as he does so, groaning at the loss of contact. it's not what you wanted, and your pleasure now sits as if it has been shelved. put away. you can't help but feel a bit upset.

as you recover a bit, his fingers find the clasp on the belt and give a quick pull, releasing the tension. the strain of being stretched out on your stomach for him is mostly found in your shoulders and wrists, and you let them fall slack for a moment. recognizing this, he rubs the tired muscles on your back for a few minutes before asking anything else of you, letting you settle into the sheets. he moves to stretch out beside you, tracing patterns into your skin. you grumble, but don't push his hands away.

"here, baby," he eventually says softly, grasping your hips and coaxing you to turn over to face him.

you give a soft groan, compliant to him, letting him pull you closer by the waist. he just smiles at your grumpy pout.

"when you're ready," he promises with a kiss to your forehead, an open invitation.

"i'm ready," you insist, weakly pushing him onto his back. he could easily resist, but complies with your gentle touch. you take a small breath and then lift your shaky limbs over his body.

he chuckles softly, steadying you with his hands. his voice comes out caring and low, "are you sure?"

you settle your hips over his, ignoring the encumbering ache of exhaustion. he seems to see right through your tiredness, and helps you position yourself, looking up at you with quiet admiration.

you drag your sopping cunt over his length, satisfied when he lets out a groan of a sigh, his head tilting back, his eyes falling shut.

"oh, angel..."

your breath is getting quicker again out of excitement. you try not to hurry the slow slide of your hips over his, but eventually your impatience wins over, and you reach down to lift his cock to your aching body.

his eyes flutter as a sigh escapes his chest, rising and falling with your thighs. you sink down onto him, burying him as deep as he'll go. his hips rise to meet yours, making you let out a soft squeak of pain. when the noise hits his ears, he drops back onto the mattress, his eyes locked on yours now as he sits up.

"sorry," he murmurs, pushing the hair from your face with gentle fingers. his breathing is labored. he seems to be itching for friction.

you shake your head to indicate that it's fine, bracing your palms behind yourself, on his thighs. your fingernails dig in slightly as you start to ride him.

a muffled, strangled noise bubbles up in his throat as you begin moving. "fuck..."

"more of that," you beg between breaths.

his gaze is unfocused and hazy, but he keeps it on yours. "hmm?"

"more noise," you beg.

a smirk decorates his pretty mouth. "but baby, everyone else will hear—"

you come down slightly harder over his hips, eliciting another groan from him. it's louder. catching his breath, he glares at your satisfied smile.

"naughty," he notes, his octave dropping into that gravely measure while one hand smooths up your thigh. his eyes sink to where your hips are rolling, and he tilts his head to let out another sound, this one softer, more desperate. "fuck, angel..."

he gathers himself to watch while you gradually pick up the pace, growing faster until you're practically bouncing on his lap, which is filthy wet now. his grip on your hip is firm, and becomes tighter the faster you go, squeezing until it almost hurts. his tongue sits on the edge of his lips, his gaze hungry as he takes you in, panting and sweaty overtop him.

somehow, although technically in control, you have the notion that you're not the one in charge here. he confirms the inkling with a single word.

"slow," he says, amidst a purr and a groan.

you oblige, as if rewarding him for all the sounds he's making for you. in reality, you're hopelessly submissive to this particular version of him. hell, maybe to any version of him.

he responds by releasing his hold on your hip, leaving the reddened marks behind to push on the underside of your breast with his palm. his thumb hovers over your nipple, poised like a teasing threat.

"stop moving," he whispers. "just for a second."

you hesitantly abide.

"good." his thumb starts making slow circles over the sensitive nerves on your breast, causing your stomach to tighten. "now start slow, and steady."

you're starting to shiver, your thighs screaming for a break, the pleasure not helping. as you roll your hips, you whimper, "hwa..."

"that's good," he sighs. "just like that, angel. keep going."

you swallow and continue the agonizing pace. in your restless state, one of your hands drifts down so you can touch yourself, effectively soaking your fingertips.

his eyes flick to your wrist, then back up. "did i tell you to do that?"

you can't help but whine. you're too desperate, and you don't stop what you're doing.

he lets out a disapproving rumble that makes your stomach flip. "you're getting too bold up there."

you start to pull your hand away, but he catches your wrist in a firm grip, his eyes blazing. "your fingers are all wet now. lick them clean."

the only response you can muster is a blink of surprise.

your hesitation only seems to fuel him. he releases your fingers, but not before raising them to hover in front of your mouth. "go on."

your face burns. your hips have stopped their gradual saunter, and you have to take a moment to assess what this new command is doing for you.

he waits with patience, simply watching you think this over. you know you can say no, that he'll move on and continue with something familiar instead. yet... you do love to please him.

his gaze intensifies as your lips part. you take on the taste of your middle, then forefinger, never taking your eyes off his. he hums in satisfaction when your lips close around the digits, and then you're sucking and licking in slow circles, withdrawing your knuckles gradually.

he takes a moment to relish your obedience. then, as your glistening fingertips lower to his thigh again, he raises his hand to the back of your neck, pulling your mouth toward his.

you only have time to gasp softly before his tongue is in your mouth, collecting a thorough taste of what's left of your arousal. in the dizziness of the kiss, you hardly notice him hiking your thighs up around his waist, fitting his palm to the small of your back.

in one swift motion, you're underneath him again, but now your head is hanging off the edge of the mattress.

he separates his mouth from yours, but not before savoring the feel of your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. you're both breathing heavier. his hips move slightly, a small rhythm, as if on their own accord. it's sticky where his base teases against your sensitive cunt, and the sensation makes you squirm. and then he's pulling out, leaving cold air to rush in. in protest, you reach for his waist, and he lets you pull him flush to your shivering form.

"the poster," he says, kissing sloppily on your neck now.

"mmh?" you look up, or rather across the room from your upside down view. there's a poster of the blueprint of a light saber on the opposite wall. you're not really sure why he's pulling you out of the headspace of sex, but you look at it anyway, your voice a breath away from a whisper. "what about it?"

"look at it. don't pull your head up, don't take your eyes off it. zone out if you have to."

you blink a few times, not quite sure what he's getting at until he grabs your hips with both hands, taking a steadying breath.

"ready?"

you only have time to swallow before he slams his cock into you, and then again, forcing a sputter of cries from your mouth.

"fuck," he sighs, unrelenting. "fuck, you feel so good—not so disobedient from underneath me, now, are you?"

he's got your thighs pulled up on either side of you, the underside of your knees tucked against his elbows. his thrusts are smooth and forceful.

"such a mess... such a fucking mess..."

you whine and squirm as his movements grow smaller but more intense. the way your head hangs off the edge puts a slight arch in your back that he seems to be taking advantage of.

he lays into you without mercy. "so good... just keep your head back like that, so i can see your pretty throat..."

one of his hand finds its way over your skin, clamping down over your neck, though not tightly. his sounds grow more desperate, as does his pace.

"seonghwa," you pant, but it turns into a gasp as his palm then slides down the middle line of your body, all the way down until his thumb brushes the base of his cock.

he pushes down into the hollow between your hips, rubbing repeating intervals into your clit.

your back really arches, now. "seonghwa! seonghwa wait, i—"

"what is it, baby?" he coos, his voice getting lost in labored breath. "close?"

you nod, closing your eyes, your hips shying back away from his, pressing as far into the mattress as they'll go. you hadn't noticed, but your fists are knotted into the sheets again.

"stay put," he mutters, his gasps for air growing more erratic. his hips chase yours. "i want you to give in to me."

you resist, though your legs are trembling. "seonghwa..."

a growl of desire tears from his throat. "come."

you try to say something, but all that comes out is an incoherent, "mmh—"

"come for me. come on my cock."

you won't have a choice soon.

"baby, i'm..." he tries to regain confrol of his breaths. although you can't see him, you can feel the moisture of his palm, mixing with your own, and you know he's probably covered in a sheen of sweat. the mental image makes your stomach coil.

"seong—" you can't even finish his name now.

"that's it," he encourages, feeling your body tense underneath his hand. "good, now just... come for me, baby, come on my cock..."

that gentle tilt to his tone is what does it. you're shuddering before you even give in, and he lowers himself over your body, gripping your hips now, coaxing you through the orgasm.

"good," his groan is as soft as his whispers now. "god, yes... god, you're so good... fuck..."

when you go limp in his arms, your heart stumbling along and your breath trying to keep up, he presses a couple slow, fervent kisses to your neck.

"hwa..." you feel like your senses are lost in radio static.

but he's not done with you. gentler than before, he drags your body towards himself, giving your head an anchor to rest on. his grip on your hips is soft now, and soon he lets go completely, instead taking your fingers and pinning the backs of your palms to the sheets.

"i love you."

at first he says it quietly, the words mumbled between his mouth's ministrations on your collarbones. when he says it again, it is uttered with a sort of reverence.

"i love you."

you feel your breath catch harshly in your throat. you return a broken, "i love you."

he raises his head to asses you. "are you alright, angel? can you still take me?"

you nod, incoherent to everything but him now. your eyes are closed.

"that's my girl..."

his hips start to move, spreading you open again. he begins a slow, deliberate worship of your body. a slow fuck. the tension that had slipped away after your release begins to brew again. your fingers squeeze his, grounding you in the floaty feeling.

"seonghwa," you breathe.

"keep saying my name," he pleads while he tucks his face into the crook of your neck.

you're still in a bit of a daze, but you're surprised that he seems to be enjoying this more than what he was doing before. "seonghwa..."

he exhales shakily in response. his pace becomes a bit quicker, but only enough for your body to notice. you widen your thighs without thinking, and the sounds that follow make you blush.

"fuck, baby," he whines. "you're so wet."

he's not wrong. you're practically gushing around him. by the way his lungs seem to tremble, you can tell he's approaching his plateau.

"seonghwa," you mumble desperately. "come for me."

the invitation makes him shudder. his breath is hot on your shoulder. "oh, god..."

you push your body towards his, arching into his ministrations. your own breathing starts to get rougher again.

his fingers give yours a light squeeze before he releases them and instead slips his forearm beneath the arch in your back. his mouth connects with your skin again, and though the rhythm of his breath is heavy, he finds his words between the impatient kisses.

"i'm going to... mmh, i'm going to make... make you come again..."

you shake your head, tilting your hips to give him an angle that will pull him deeper. he reacts with a grateful groan, lifting his face to your ear. without warning, he bites—more of a nibble, really—and the hot condensation on your lobe raises goosebumps.

"seonghwa," you whimper, which only encourages him.

"come for me," he pleads, right against your skin. "don't make me beg. i can feel your pussy squeezing. you're close again, aren't you, angel?"

his soft-spoken nature has you completely on the edge again. you fight off the pulses of pleasure threatening to take over and instead focus on weaving your free hand into his hair, soliciting another groan from deep in his chest.

his lips next kiss on a spot just beneath your ear. "where do you want me?"

your inhale freezes before it can escape, and instead comes out as a handful of largely incoherent words. "deep, i—please, fuck, inside, you have to—mnh, hwa—"

he grins against your skin, the heel of his palm pressing into yours while he adjusts himself, allowing his hips to stall.

amidst this momentary reprise, you gather your breath. you're just in time, too, because he can't seem to stay still. the slow fuck continues, only much less slow now. your breathing returns to uneven staggers.

"okay," he murmurs, planting a small kiss on your jaw as you fight to be good and lay still for him. "i'll give you what you need."

you resist the urge to squirm as his pace starts to build within you. he kisses across your face to your mouth, seeming to speak directly to your tongue.

"relax, baby..."

it's difficult to do as he says while he grinds so thoroughly into your hips. at least you manage to hold off the sudden rush of tension begging to be released. his more frequent sounds of pleasure aren't helping.

"seonghwa," you plead in an exhale. "seonghwa, please, i'm—"

"shh," he soothes, holding your torso against his while he rocks into you, shaking the bed a bit. "i've got you, i've..."

neither of you are finishing sentences anymore. in a bout of urgency, his hand shoves yours into the sheets where your fingers are still clasped. he catches your mouth in a quick kiss, muttering, "oh, fuck—you want it?"

you nod, gasping out affirmation. the sensations have brought you all the way back up, and now he's about to cave with you. "yes, yes—"

"take it," he demands, pushing himself as deep as he can.

as you cry out, he holds you there, not letting you move as you feel the heat of his release, long enough awaited.

his hips twitch as he indulges himself in your kiss. "ohhh, fuck, oh, angel..."

his hand grips yours in nearly-painful tremors for a moment. your legs are fully shaking.

in a sudden tenseness, you clench up completely, your cry soundless, and then all at once you're a sensitive, quivering mess. this release is followed with an exhaustion that weighs right in after you've fully finished.

he seems to feel the same. after a moment, seonghwa lets out another curse and collapses onto your body. a blissful brain fog floods your head.

you lie there for a moment, recovering, the both of you filling the silence with heavy respiration. you find it in yourself to rub soothing touches into his shoulders and spine despite the heaviness of your limbs, completely lost in what he's done.

as if pulling him back to earth, your fingers seem to snap him from his thoughts, and he lifts himself off your chest to let you breathe better, starting on the harrowing task of detaching his body from yours.

you reconcile the loss of his warmth by crawling up to the pillows and slipping your arm around one of them. he's not far behind, sighing as he settles down behind you.

he lets you rest for a moment, his fingers scratching small circles into your back. a thick sleepiness settles over you.

"we should get cleaned up," he kisses your shoulder.

you protest with a sleepy noise. you don't want to move, and you don't want him to move either.

he just chuckles. then, raising himself from the sheets, he pulls his heavy blankets up to your shoulder. from the shift of weight on the mattress, you can then tell that he's gotten up, and based on the quiet sounds, he's finding clothes.

"where are you going...?" you trail off, rolling over, your tiredness weighing your eyelids down.

"shh. i'll be right back, baby."

his warm lips brush your temple, and then, through waves of sleep insisting on dragging you under, you are vaguely aware of seonghwa leaving the room.

in the lonely silence, you start to drift off. soon, though, he returns, and lifts the blankets off of you, effectively freeing whatever warmth you've managed to condense underneath them.

you protest with a groan.

"hey," he murmurs, putting something warm and wet against your thigh. "i need you to open up, angel. one more time."

you can feel your blush, but you're too gone to fight it. you let him pull your thighs apart, his touch gentle as he cleans the sweat and other moisture off your skin with the damp towel.

"we'll..." he sighs wearily, shifting above you, probably discarding the towel. "we'll deal with the rest tomorrow, yeah?"

you nod, shivering a bit. the warmth of his body returns, this time his skin flush with yours, and he herds the blankets back up over the both of you this time. he encircles you in an embrace that makes any remaining tension flee from your body.

"mmh," he groans, settling into place. "god, you're so good for me..."

"no, you," you manage faintly.

he chuckles a bit, nuzzling his nose into your hair. "feeling okay?"

"perfect," you murmur.

"still jealous?"

you groan and make the weakest attempt to push him away, which only results in him tightening his hold on you, entirely amused.

"kidding, kidding..."

you intend to reply with something smart, but the strange concoction of bliss, exhaustion, and remnants of soju blend together, rendering you useless except to snuggle into him. you choose not to consider the type of hangover that this kind of drunk could bring you, and instead let yourself be coddled.

"good night," he murmurs.

"'night..." you muster, fading fast. "happy... birthday..."

Behind him there was a flash of blue, which he did notice…and was on guard for, his hand held his black dagger as he stopped moving and waited, sending a mental call to the nearest servant, Medea, whom was floating down the hallway in her own thoughts. However before the Caster could get there, Zaire felt pain shoot through his back, he was too busy trying to get Medea’s attention that he didn’t look behind him!

A dirk embedded itself in his shoulder, causing him to turn and slash the attacker, only to realize he was fighting a servant, one that reminded him a lot of Serenity, a male Hassan made himself known as he would parry the blow from the master.

“My apologies young man.” The assassin whispered in a rather sincere voice. “our master just wants you dead. No hard feelings I hope.” With that the assassin tried to strike the master again, only to be blocked, beginning a back and forth between the two, but Zaire was just a master and could only hold out so long against a servant. Medea was fortunately rounding the corner and her eyes narrowed, shooting a blast of magic at said assassin, knocking him back and causing a painful groan.

“LEAVE ASSASSIN!” She cried, arousing some of the other servants as she prepared another blast for the wounded Hassan...only to get blasted herself byt a bolt of lighting, straight into a wall and causing her to gasp and even cough up some  blood as she shivered and tried to straighten herself out. That was until another bolt of lighting struck her.

“It’d be wise for you to stay there caster-” Another servant, Archer class, made himself known. It was at this point that both Medea and Zaire realized...there must be more hostile servants in this little attack. Medea was quick enough to dodge another lighting blast, retaliating with a blast of magic. The master tried to escape with this oppotunity, but he was stabbed in the chest by one of the assassin’s dirks. “Never turn your back on the enemy.” the servant spoke as he avoided a weak swing from Zaire. 

The sound of combat caused another to join the fray as Bediver burst in, sword at the ready and he swung at the assassin, only to be blocked by another, longer, blade. 

“Tsk tsk, let the boys finish yeah~?” the swordswoman that had blocked his strike and swung her own, beginning a clash of blades, all this commotion was too much for the target of this whole assualt  as Zaire tried to break away from this, stumbling further down the hall...only to bump into someone..someone he didn’t recognise, and a sharp pain jolted through his body as he was stabbed by a spear.