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bangtanintotheroom · 1 year ago

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Make Me Water (M)

Can you blow my mind?

Set off my whole body

If I give you my time

Can you snatch my soul from me?

🔊 water - tyla; make me - britney spears, g-eazy; the look - ali gatie, kehlani; meeting in my bedroom - silk; tonight - dxvn., daniel di angelo; slidin' - kai and more... 🔊

• Pairing: Seonghwa x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Friends to Lovers, Smut, Fluff

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 14.4k

• Summary: The most unexpected topic comes up during a drinking session with your friends, leading to one of them making a rather bold claim. You declare that they’re full of shit and unintentionally make them determined to prove you wrong.

• Warnings/themes: drinking, swearing, explicit sexual content, discussion about inappropriate topics, Seonghwa and his bedroom eyes 😶, Y/N is in for the ride of her life, bickering, making out, body worship, teasing, edging, praise, fingering, squirting (it’s gon be real wet up in here 🗣️💦), dirty talk, oral (f. and m. receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, multiple positions, unprotected sex (dooon’t do this), aftercare

• Notes: She's heeeeere~ I feel like I've been through the wringer working on this one, so I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you to @wooahaeproductions for beta'ing! 💖

“Alright, alright, it’s my turn now!”

Wooyoung’s exclamation made you and a couple of others look around with apprehension; nothing good came from his drunken mouth ninety percent of the time. But you humored him nonetheless by encouraging, “Go on, Woo.”

You and your group of friends had gathered at your place for the weekly hang out that involved food, drinks and conversations that could either start debates or leave everyone on the floor dying of laughter. Tonight was no exception as empty bottles of soju and beer laid across the coffee table, along with plates that once housed food that everyone brought.

Now that stomachs were full and inhibitions were lessened, in came the inappropriate discussions.

Wooyoung straightened his posture, looking like the Cheshire cat as he crowed, “What’s something you’ve always wanted to try in bed that you haven’t yet?”

Reactions varied. Some immediately looked up as they searched for an answer while others took a sudden interest in their drinking glasses. You were of the former as you scanned your brain, only for Mingi to step up to the plate first.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to have sex while driving.”

Sakura quipped over her glass with, “Like road head or full on sex?”

“Road head, I guess. Not trying to wreck my car.”

Jongho couldn’t help but scoff, “Like you would have less of a chance of crashing from that.”

Mingi waved the younger man off, clearly not wanting his fantasy to be ruined.

“Whatever. Ningning, you go now.”

“Huh?! Why me?”

“Because you’re sitting next to me, we’re going around in a circle.”

Ningning didn’t seem too pleased with his reasoning, elbowing him sharply before gathering her thoughts.

“Uh…I guess—” Her pretty face scrunched up. “—I wouldn’t mind getting tied up.”

Everyone lit up with curiosity, but it was overshadowed from Jongho nearly choking on his beer all of a sudden. Seonghwa was quick to lean over and pat his back to help out.

“Easy there.”

“I’m—” A cough. “—fine, hyung, thanks.”

Wooyoung leaned forward, eyes scrunched as he stared down Ningning.

“Eh? Bondage? Our little Ningning is into that?”

“Okay, one, don’t call me little or I’ll throw something at you. Two, I haven’t tried it yet.”

“But you want to one day.”

Knives might as well have gone into Wooyoung with the way she glared him down.

“Isn’t that the point of this game? Dumbass.”

You were quick to jump in with, “Ning, I think we need to keep you away from the soju, even though Woo deserves every word you’re hurling at him.”

“Hey!”

Ningning huffed, crossing her arms before leaning back against the couch. “Whatever. Jongho, are you alright? Sorry if I scared you.”

Jongho was under control now, although his cheeks had a slight flush to them.

“Y-Yes, Ningning…you didn’t scare me, just took me off-guard.”

She giggled, doing a complete one-eighty from her interaction with Wooyoung.

“Did I? I’ll try not to do it again, ‘kay?”

Whatever Jongho was about to reply with dwindled into a sheepish chuckle when her hand patted his.

“O-Okay.”

“Anyways—” The attention was back on Wooyoung again, thanks to his obnoxious call. “—since you’re back in action, it’s your turn now.”

“Huh?! Oh…”

The way the poor kid deflated had you about to pipe up to defend him, only for Seonghwa to beat you to it.

“Wooyoung, take it down a notch, will you?”

The offender placed a hand on his chest as if he was falsely accused of a crime. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was around a bunch of wet blankets. Look, if he wants to skip, fine. Don’t need him choking to death.”

Just as Seonghwa was about to scold again, Jongho waved a hand to ease the tension.

“Hyung, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure? Don’t let him pressure you.”

The younger man gave his elder a toothy grin in reassurance.

“Yes.”

“You heard him, mom, let him answer!”

Seonghwa sighed in defeat, shaking his head as he got comfortable in his spot next to you again. You leaned in to whisper, “There’s no winning against Woo when he’s drunk, I thought you knew that by now.”

Your friend chuckled lowly, bumping your thigh with his hand.

“Thank you for the reminder. Say it a little earlier next time, yes?”

A giggle escaped, from both his quip and the light touch.

“Yes, Hwa.”

Remembering that Jongho was about to answer now, you tuned out of your brief conversation with the man beside you and back to the group.

“I always…”

Hesitation spread over Jongho’s face as he trailed off; whatever he wanted to say must have been too much for his introverted self to admit. But Wooyoung was quick to encourage him by saying, “Come on, Jongho, spit it out! This is a no judgment zone.”

The younger man gave his friend a look of gratitude before taking a deep breath. “Okay, okay. Um…I’ve always been curious about…”

With his teeth coming on full display and his full cheeks reddening further, he unloaded.

“Squirting?”

Between Mingi spitting out his beer, Wooyoung screeching in surprise at the mess that landed on him, Sakura and Ningning gasping and your jaw dropping, the room went in an uproar.

“Yah, you got beer on me!”

“Serves you right for starting this in the first place.”

“Huh?! Jongho, are you for real?”

“Yes! What’s wrong, i-is it too much?”

Sakura waved her hands in placation, continuing, “No, it’s not! I’m just surprised to hear that from you, of all people.”

He was quick to straighten up, eyes narrowing in defense. “What is that supposed to mean?!”

“You seem so…clean-cut?”

“Yeah, not like someone who wants their mattress turned into a water bed.”

Jongho snapped at Mingi’s confusion with, “I’m not talking about a whole geyser, that’s fake! Just a little bit, you know?”

The tall man still looked unconvinced, full lips pursed.

“Okay, but, is it even possible?”

“Yeah, I heard it’s not easy to do—” Wooyoung had the nerve to wiggle his fingers in the air. “—gotta have the magic touch.”

Of course, the troublemaker himself glanced at you, Sakura and Ningning before questioning, “Unless either of you lovely ladies have experience in that area?”

Ningning shook her head swiftly. “Never.”

Sakura lifted her chin. “Nope.”

Which left you to end the interrogation with, “No, and it won’t ever happen.”

Wooyoung backed off, humming in curiosity. Just when it seemed that he was going to move on to the next victim, a voice next to you spoke.

“I’ve seen it happen before.”

Every eye in the room landed on Seonghwa, looking as casual as ever despite his controversial statement.

“Eh? What do you mean?”

He looked at Jongho casually while lifting his glass to his lips. “I’ve made someone squirt before.”

Sheer chaos erupted all at once. While everyone else talked over each other, you gawked at your friend. You did not expect something like that to come out of Seonghwa, of all people.

Seonghwa, who kept a close eye on your group during every outing.

Seonghwa, who stayed up until 3 AM playing Animal Crossing.

Prim, proper and pretty Seonghwa, who just admitted to causing an obscene act in the bedroom.

“How?!”

“Patience and knowing what they like. You also have to make sure they’re comfortable or you won’t get anywhere.”

It was ironic to see how fixated Wooyoung was on the topic, seeing as he was the one who started this game out of sheer debauchery, inquiring, “Was it planned? Or did it just happen out of nowhere?”

“It was unexpected but intriguing. We were just doing the usual and I could feel something different. Before I realized it, there was a huge mess.”

You could have sworn you heard a hint of smugness in his tone.

“Damn…from fingering or fucking?”

A tilt of his lips.

“Both.”

Wooyoung sat back, looking more than impressed at his friend’s prowess. But you weren’t on board like the others were. Squirting always seemed like something that was exaggerated by people who didn’t have much to brag about in the bedroom. Therefore, you couldn’t help but interrupt the questioning.

“You sure they didn’t pee on you?”

Seonghwa turned his head, looking unimpressed with your snark. “I’m pretty sure.”

Your brow lifted.

“It only happened that one time?”

“Yes.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe you just got lucky.”

The ‘oooh’ echoing from your friends only amplified the taken aback expression on Seonghwa’s face.

“I think she’s calling you bad in bed, Hwa.”

“No, I’m not! I’m just skeptical, is all. Anyways—” You shot a placating smile to everyone. “—why don’t we move on to the next victim?”

Wooyoung cackled, “Now you’re speaking my language, Y/N! Sakura, you better answer with something to upstage hyung!”

“Wooyoung-ah, don’t put so much pressure on me!”

Following her whine, the group focused their full attention on the young woman, especially you as you pushed the previous topic to the back of your head. But while you were laser-focused on every single person who went next, you were unaware of the constant glances Seonghwa would shoot at the side of your head, something brewing deep in his dark eyes.

After the tumultuous discussions finally dimmed, you retreated into the kitchen to begin washing the pile of dishes from dinner. Despite the multiple offers of help, you turned them down. You could use some peace and quiet for a moment.

The dull thrum of conversation in the background was all the noise you needed as you began working on whatever was in the sink. But then you felt someone coming up to stand to your right once you got two plates in.

You didn’t even need to look up to know who was butting in.

“Do you not know the meaning of relax?”

Seonghwa hummed playfully, reaching for one of the soaped-up dishes in your sink. “No, not really.”

A huff left as you allowed him to help. No point wasting energy in saying no.

You scrubbed each one as well as you could before passing them off to your friend to rinse. Even though you knew he should have been kicking back in the living room with the others, his assistance was appreciated. You greatly underestimated how hard dried tteokbokki sauce was to get off.

“So what are they talking about now? How to recreate positions from porn?”

Seonghwa chuckled at your quip. “No, they’re laser-focused on the game.”

“Good. I still can’t believe we even had that conversation earlier.”

“You know how Wooyoung and the others get when they drink.” A pause came before he spoke lowly, “They didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, did they?”

The way concern painted his tone made you look up, seeing his face expressing the same emotion. Leave it to him to always look out for you.

“Not at all. I was taken off-guard—” You gave a reassuring smile. “—but it definitely livened up the night.”

He smiled with relief, taking another bowl from you to rinse off and dry.

“Although I have to admit, you caught me by surprise.”

“What, because of what I said?”

You hummed as you put your muscles into scrubbing a stubborn stain, “Mhm. Doesn’t seem like your kind of thing.”

Seonghwa huffed playfully, “Well, you never expressed any interest in my intimate life, so I didn’t have a reason to inform you.”

His remark made your eyes roll.

“I mean that it doesn’t seem like something your prim and proper self would be into.”

“You say that like sex isn’t meant to be the opposite of that.”

You shrugged. “I stand by what I said. Besides, you probably just got lucky with whoever she was.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Seonghwa turning his head to lift a defined brow. “What makes you say that?”

Wanting to emphasize your opinion, you paused your hands to give your friend a matter-of-fact expression.

“Because a lot of women can’t squirt. I don’t care what ‘experts’ say, it’s damn near impossible.”

To your surprise, he frowned. “Y/N, do you really think I’m lying?”

“Not lying, just taking an inch and making a mile out of it—” You went back to giving the dirty dishes attention. “—maybe if I saw it in person, it’d be a different story.”

After that, it was silent, save for the faint cheers of your friends in the living room. You figured that was the end of that conversation.

“Why bother telling you when I could just show you?”

Your fingers seemed to lose their grip on the plate, clattering into the sink loudly.

What? He did not just say that.

You turned to gawk at Seonghwa before stuttering, “H-Huh?”

He was nonplussed as he met your eyes, repeating, “I could just prove you wrong. Actions speak louder than words, no?”

Was he fucking serious? Seonghwa offering to show you how he could make you squirt?

“Hwa, you…you’re joking, right?”

“I’m not.”

Judging by the look on his face, he really wasn’t.

Feeling a heat begin to creep up the back of your neck, you tore your gaze away to grab the plate, picking it up and checking to see if it suffered any damage from your slip-up.

“Come on, be for real right now. I can’t do that.”

“You can’t let me touch you or you can’t squirt?”

You almost threw the abused dish back down as your head whipped up to fix him a flustered glare.

“Both! One, we’re friends. Two, I’ve never squirted and I never will.”

Seonghwa gave you an equally stern look, firing back, “We’re both single and it would just be between the two of us. And have you ever even tried?”

“N-No, but—”

“So how would you know?”

You pursed your lips, feeling a wave of frustration mixed with defeat overcoming you. It wasn’t fun to admit, but he had a point.

He could probably tell by the look on your face that you knew this, yet he didn’t gloat or prod you further. Seonghwa just kept watching and waiting for your next defense to come out. But it didn’t come for a while as your mind raced with thoughts, coming up with one that took you for a spin.

Would it really be so bad to say yes?

If you had to be honest, a part of you always entertained escaping the friend zone with Seonghwa. Yes, he was an incredibly good-looking man, but that could only get you so far. It was his personality that made your mind wander, as well.

There was always something so incredibly attractive about someone who looked out for you and your best interests. It wasn’t just with you, but with others as well. The amount of times he had jumped in to assist (especially with Jongho and Wooyoung) with getting them out of messes was too frequent.

But this was your friend. And friends and sex mixed together could either end up turning into something beautiful or an absolute disaster.

“Seonghwa.”

“Hm?”

You peered up at him with confusion. “Why me?”

For a moment, your friend said nothing while keeping his stare on you. But then the gentlest of smiles stretched his lips before he explained, “Why not?”

Flabbergasted. Flustered. Any word to match your current feeling was necessary.

His reason was as simple as that?

“Hwa, the TV is acting up again, can you help us?”

Sakura’s sudden shout made the two of you jump, Seonghwa turning his head to call out, “Give me a second!”

You couldn’t help but freeze when his dark eyes landed on you again, steady as if you two didn’t have an inappropriate conversation just now.

“No pressure, Y/N. Excuse me.”

And then he left you alone in the kitchen, reeling and staring at the spot he was previously in.

What the hell?

Desperate to distract yourself from what occurred, you turned to face the sink again. Cleaning up was considerably slower this time, thanks to your hands trembling. When you dropped the same butter knife for the third time, you swore under your breath and placed your palms on the edge of the counter, holding on tight. It was to try and get your nerves under control, but alas, you ended up pondering Seonghwa's offer in the meantime.

You sighed heavily, hanging your head for a moment as you reminded yourself to grab a shot before heading back to the others.

The rest of the night went smoothly with spikes of excitement, courtesy of Jongho and Ningning’s impromptu duet and Mingi’s long-winded explanation of how ants were the most useless bugs in existence. You tried your damnedest to focus on them and give your own input, but it was difficult thanks to the source of your troubles sitting right next to you.

You tried to play it cool, even though you kept stealing glances at Seonghwa, acting as nonplussed as ever. It didn’t help at all when he decided to perch his head on your lap, humming as he looked ready to fall asleep at any moment.

Bastard.

Mercy was granted when everyone decided to head out later on. You saw them out with hugs and promises to make plans for next week’s hangout, save for Seonghwa who decided to stay behind to help with the last bit of cleaning. You cursed his consideration, still feeling too shaken to be able to stay alone in the same room as him. As long as you avoided his eyes, you were okay.

When he finally decided to leave, you felt an odd mix of relief and disappointment. His offer hadn’t been brought up again since earlier, leaving you to wonder if he was fully serious or just taking the piss out of you.

“Are you alright?”

You broke out of your thoughts, seeing Seonghwa observing you with concern.

“Yeah, Hwa…I think I’m just ready for bed, that's all.”

“You do look tired. Let me get out of your hair, then.”

And so you walked him to your front door, the feeling still lingering inside your chest. You tried your best to stifle it as you unlocked the door, giving your friend a smile.

“Thanks for the help, Hwa.”

He gave you one of his gorgeous, toothy grins, making your gut flip in protest. “Of course, Y/N.”

And like always, he reached his arms out, waiting until you stepped into them to receive a tight hug.

A hug that made you a little giddy at times yet hit ten times harder tonight.

“Have a good night.”

Why did he have to whisper it like that? And so close to your head?

“You too. Get home safe.”

Reluctantly, you let him go, watching as he stepped over the threshold. But as soon as both feet passed, that ball of tension inside crawled up and out of your mouth.

“Seonghwa.”

You almost didn’t recognize your voice, trying not to mull over it too much as said man turned to look at you. Hesitation wracked you before you were able to muster a necessary question.

“Are you free this weekend?”

“I am. Why?”

Would you regret what you were about to do? Or would you be unlocking the door to something new and exciting?

There was no point in analyzing further as you gathered up every last one of your nerves to look him in the eye.

“I have a challenge for you.”

You were a fool. A horny, little fool who let her pussy take over her mind.

As badly as you wanted to blame Seonghwa for even putting this crazy idea into your head, it was absurd to try. You were the one who accepted his offer and you were the one currently driving over to his place to see if he could put his money where his mouth was.

Just the curious thoughts you had about what he might do had you gripping the steering wheel tighter.

They came to a halt when you parked and began making your way up to his apartment, trying not to look too jumpy to the doorman who always greeted you. You were no stranger to visiting, but a silly part of you became paranoid that he’d see right through and decipher the naughty reason that you were really here. But your facade remained steady until you made your way off the elevator and headed straight for one of the doors in the hallway.

You took in a deep breath, soothing your nerves a mite before ringing the doorbell. Whatever composure you mustered dwindled when Seonghwa answered a few seconds later, looking effortlessly gorgeous as ever. Yes, even in a plain white tee and gray sweats.

Damn. You probably looked basic as fuck with your simple cami and leggings on.

“Y/N.”

The pleasant smile he gave reflected on your own face as you brought a mildly shaky hand up to give a short wave.

“I made it.”

“I can see that. Come in.”

As soon as he stepped aside, you entered, sliding your shoes off as he shut the door.

“Busy day today?”

You shrugged as you pushed your footwear to the side of the welcome mat. “Busy enough. I took it easy, honestly.”

“Saving your energy for tonight?”

The tips of your ears heated up at the ever so subtle upturn of his lips. Leave it to him to be direct.

“Maybe.”

Seonghwa chuckled as you looked anywhere but at him, leaning his shoulder against the door and folding his arms across his chest. “No need to be so awkward, Y/N.”

You groaned and looked up at the ceiling before griping, “Hwa, I just came over to your apartment to see if you could get me to squirt. How can I not be awkward?”

Your friend’s humorous smile grew into a reassuring one as he returned to his full height, reaching one of his hands out to hold yours.

“You shouldn’t feel awkward because it’s just between the two of us and we’re going to have a good time.”

The touch and reassurance from him eased your nerves a little, but…

“But what if I don’t end up doing it?”

Seonghwa’s expression became a bit serious now.

“Then we’ll figure it out, if we hit that wall. Either way, no pressure—” His thumb rubbed the back of your hand. “—I just want you to enjoy yourself.”

Your heart couldn’t help but warm. Despite the fact that he brought this up in the first place, he gave you the choice to tap out whenever you wanted. But there was a bud growing inside you now. A bud that was determined to at least attempt to see his claim through.

“Thank you, Seonghwa. I, um, hope I don’t disappoint you.”

He grinned lightly, giving your palm a careful squeeze.

“I’m sure you won’t. Do you need anything right now?”

Considering that you did all your grooming and usual sex prep at home, you were ready to get straight to business.

“No, I’m good.”

Seonghwa nodded at your answer, letting go of your hand. “Alright. Just head to my room and get comfortable, I have to grab a few things first.”

Although you raised your eyebrow at whatever ‘a few things’ was, you let it slide and turned to walk towards his bedroom. Out of all the times you had been in there, heading past the door had you overcome with a different emotion this time. Well, three.

You were nervous, cautious and excited at the same time. Maybe there was a name for that somewhere out there, but you deemed it unimportant at the moment as you sat on the foot of his bed.

His room was familiar, so you couldn’t distract yourself by looking around. For now, you clasped your hands and twiddled your thumbs, watching them with mild interest. The sound of Seonghwa finally entering brought your attention away from your appendages, only for your brows to nearly raise into your hairline with the things your friend had bundled in his arms.

Two water bottles.

A bath towel.

A portable speaker.

“You’re really turning this into a whole experience, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I want to make sure you’re as relaxed as possible.”

Something clicked and you made a noise of realization. “Is that why you asked me to send you a bedroom playlist over?”

“Mhm.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly and shake your head.

“Seonghwa…it almost feels like you’re trying to seduce me.”

He giggled at the accusation, setting the stuff down on the bed before grinning mischievously.

“Is it working?”

In all honesty, it wouldn’t have taken much on his end to seduce you, but there was no way in hell you were going to say that out loud.

“I’ll give you an A for effort.”

“Hmph, good enough.”

With that, Seonghwa grabbed the speaker to start setting it up with his phone.

“Oh, I forgot to mention—” He paused and turned his head to look at you. “—you might want to use the bathroom before we start.”

His suggestion made your face scrunch in confusion. “I don’t really have to go, though…”

“Even if you don’t, it’ll give you peace of mind. Just so you know that you don’t have to go during. Trust me.”

Well, you weren’t going to keep fighting the supposed squirting expert, so you shrugged and stood up to head to the bathroom. After doing the little bit of business you had and cleaning up, you returned to Seonghwa’s room, only to be greeted by a few different things.

Familiar music entered your ears and your eyes noticed the large bath towel spread out in the middle of his bed, the dark terrycloth contrasting with the light blue comforter. Seonghwa had his back turned to you, too occupied in fussing with something at his nightstand to notice your appearance. You cleared your throat after a few seconds, capturing his attention as he looked over his shoulder.

“All done?”

You gave a nod as you walked up to him.

“Are you all put together now?”

He chuckled a little, returning your nod. “As much as I can be, yes.”

Despite his answer, there was a bout of silence between the two of you afterward. It seemed that neither of you didn’t know how to continue. Thankfully, he stepped up to the plate.

“Should we sit?”

His motioning to the foot of the bed forced you to swallow the sudden jump of nerves, moving forward to sit down, the other following suit. Your eyes remained on the carpet, tapping your bare feet on it as you came to terms with what was about to happen. It was a miracle that you could hear the music over the hammering of your heartbeat.

“You look nervous.”

You brought your eyes up to see Seonghwa giving you a sympathetic smile. It only made you clear your throat and look away with timidity.

“Can you blame me? This is an…unexpected development in our relationship.”

A quiet hum. “It definitely is.”

Both of you stayed silent, breaking when you heard him whisper, “I wasn’t sure if you’d say yes.”

You whipped your head back around, blinking at his change in tone.

“I was expecting you to curse me out completely for even bringing something like this up.”

You assumed that you were the only one internally freaking out about this, but it was clear by the way Seonghwa kept tapping his bouncing leg that he was struggling to adjust too. Endeared and relieved by his behavior, you carefully bumped your leg into his.

“Well, you seemed so sincere in your offer and knowing you, you wouldn’t risk it if you knew I was gonna flip, right?”

Your mild teasing paired with encouragement made his demeanor brighten, teeth flashing.

“Right.”

Both of you giggled, feeling a little more at ease now. It led to Seonghwa taking your hand in his now, the touch comforting as he gazed into your eyes with a seriousness.

“There’s still a chance for you to back out, Y/N. It’s your call.”

Seonghwa’s body language was pretty clear in what answer he really wanted to hear. The way he continuously brushed his thumb over your knuckles and looked deep into your eyes let you know how much he was looking forward to this experience.

And yet he still gave you full control over it.

A grateful smile couldn’t help but stretch over your lips as you completely made up your mind. Your palm turned over to still his wandering thumb, scooting closer until your knee touched his own.

Leaning in, you whispered into his ear, “Show me what you can do.”

As soon as you pulled back, you could see the shift in Seonghwa’s expression, one that was new to you but brought a thrill down your spine. With a firm nod, he brought up his free hand to hold your jaw with caution. His head came in, tilting before you closed your eyes. A second later, you felt his lips claiming yours for a kiss.

A kiss that was everything you thought of and everything you never anticipated.

You always expected him to be an expert at this. Which was probably dumb of you to assume, considering you never got anything more than a hug out of your friend, but what was the harm in wishful thinking? At least he proved you right with the way he let passion slowly drip into it and kept his hands touching you.

Your body slowly crept up in temperature as the minutes went by. By now, you were giving back as much as you could in the kiss, one of your own hands holding onto his t-shirt. The urge to venture underneath kept striking, yet you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself without asking. You reluctantly pulled your lips off of Seonghwa’s, only enough to whisper, “Can I take your shirt off, Hwa?”

He was quick to give a nod of approval, sitting back before taking your hand and moving it to brush against the hem. Before you could lose your nerve, you took hold with both hands, waiting for your friend to lift his arms and sliding the fabric up carefully. You tossed it to the floor as soon as it was off, breath catching at what was in front of you now.

This wasn’t the first time you had seen Seonghwa shirtless, but the current circumstances made the sight more tantalizing than usual. Although you had noticed the light definition of his lean torso prior to today, knowing that you were about to have free reign made the urge to touch him even stronger. With a burst of want, your fingers began exploring his warm skin, watching and listening as he reacted to your touch.

The barely audible hums and sighs falling from his lips were eventually silenced when he leaned in for another kiss, the intensity turned up a notch this time. Feeling your friend groan into your mouth whenever you brushed a sensitive spot was a privilege you never thought you would get.

And one you didn’t want to give up any time soon.

But then Seonghwa was pulling away, making you nearly choke on the whine you had to hold back. Your disappointment was swiftly alleviated when you saw his hands go for the bottom of your shirt now. His brow raised as he questioned softly, “May I?”

Your response was an encouraging nod. Repeating his motions from earlier as the roles were reversed, you tried to ignore the anxious, little voice in your head as your clothing came off and ended up on the bedroom floor. It was also a result of spending nearly an hour deciding on what underwear to don, which in the grand scheme of things, was stupid. But you wanted to at least leave him with a good impression.

Which may be what you’re getting, judging by the smallest tilt of his mouth as he looked you over.

“What?”

“Would I sound arrogant if I asked if this was for me?”

Your nerves eased as you giggled and gave his leg a light kick.

“You would…but I’d let it slide.”

“Would you?”

“Mhm—” The attention made you push your chest out a bit. “—figured I’d wear my good stuff for a special occasion.”

Seonghwa chuckled lowly, glancing at the motion before returning to your face. “Well, I feel very grateful right now.”

His words solidified that you made an excellent choice today.

While you were mentally patting yourself on the back, he began leaning in again, only for his lips to land on your jawline. The sensation brought a pleasant shiver down your spine, increasing when he started moving lower. Brushing over your pulse point made it come stronger this time.

You tipped your head back to give your friend more room to work with, getting lost in the sensations. The feelings gave way to a gentle warmth that crept up on you the longer Seonghwa kept kissing, spiking into a small fire every time he hit a sensitive spot or threw a bit of teeth into the mix. When the heat needed an escape, you’d let out gentle noises to let him know how he was making you feel. He’d show his gratitude with a hum on your skin or the softest of chuckles.

“You know—” A scrape along your jugular. “—I always thought you were gorgeous.”

Whoa. The sudden words made you fall out of your haze a bit as you stammered, “R-Really?”

“Mhm—“ Another kiss on your neck. “—so pretty.”

An unmistakable heat built up in your cheeks, taking his compliment to heart. To have someone that looked like Seonghwa saying that would have your ego riding a high for the next few days.

But for now, you’d focus on the way his lips started carefully trailing down to the swells of your breasts, occasionally brushing against the lace hiding the rest of them. You couldn’t help but watch the top of his head, ebony bangs swaying and tickling your sensitive skin as he continued with his kisses. Soon enough, the desire for more came.

“Hwa.”

The soft call made him stop and bring his head up to give you his attention. With a slight push of your chest, you encouraged, “Take it off.”

Seonghwa gave your bra a quick glance before returning his gaze to give a nod, sitting up to reach around your torso. You felt his hand fumble for a moment until the band around your ribs loosened. He went for your straps now, sliding the garment down delicately, eyes fixated on your skin as it was exposed.

The way he was staring had you feeling a mix of self-consciousness and assurance. Having one of your close friends seeing you in such a state was nerve-wracking, but the budding heat in his expression let you know that he liked what he saw. And if you were unsure about that, he was quick to remedy it by leaning down to pull a nipple into his mouth.

A small hiss left your lips at the sensation, head tipping back as Seonghwa began carefully sucking. Just when you were really enjoying it, he pulled off to ask, “Did you like that?”

It took a second to gain your voice before answering, “I did.”

Your friend’s mouth quirked at your affirmation, pleased to find something else that made you tick. He dove back in, returning his attention to the stiff bud with more pressure. A few sighs escaped as your eyes fluttered closed to enjoy it further. How quickly Seonghwa caught on to your body was mind-boggling. Whenever you were about to ask for more, he’d bring a hand up to tweak and play with the neglected side.

He continued to play with your breasts a little longer, leaving no inch untouched before he pulled off. The loss of the touch had your fingers tightening on the comforter, only easing up when he spoke, “We should get more comfortable.”

With a motion of his hand towards the head of the bed, you turned and crawled up to rest your head on the pillows. Seonghwa was quick to follow, watching as he ended up on top of you. He stopped when he was level with your chest, planting a few kisses before slowly trailing them down your torso. That and the little nips he’d throw in between made you melt into the comforter.

You couldn’t help but want to watch him in action at one point. Your stare must have been heavy as he eventually caught you.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just…I’m surprised at how thorough you’re being.”

He let out an amused huff before sitting up between your legs.

“The buildup is part of it, Y/N. It’s not just about how you feel here—” He pointed between your hips before tapping your forehead. “—it’s about what’s going on up here too.”

Wow. Never did you imagine hearing that out of anyone you were about to be intimate with. His thought process relaxed you further, giving him a nod to show that you understood.

Seonghwa looked pleased with your reaction, leaning in to give you a short but sweet kiss. He pulled back to direct his eyes on your panties before peering back up to raise a thick brow.

“Should we take these off?”

The suggestion forced your bottom lip under your teeth in anticipation, lifting your hips to let him know that you were completely on board. He took a hold of the waistband and pulled down carefully until your underwear came off your legs and ended up on the floor. The new exposure had you keeping them as close together as possible (which wasn’t much, thanks to Seonghwa sitting in between). Your friend didn’t give you the chance to feel more shy, his hands laying next to your knees to gradually slide up and towards your inner thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

With a light push, he spread your legs further apart, revealing more of your most intimate area. Your stomach flipped at the way his eyes seemed to drink you in, feeling a thumb come up to brush the apex of your thigh.

“Pretty.”

His murmur made you want to grab a pillow and hide your face from the sudden heat washing over it. But Seonghwa interrupted your modesty by hooking his hands underneath your knees to push them back all of a sudden.

“Hwa!”

“Hold these for me.”

You couldn’t tell if it was a command or a suggestion; either way, you were quick to hold the back of your knees and keep yourself spread open. All you could do was lay there and wiggle your toes as you tried not to overthink on how exposed you were to Seonghwa now.

“Y/N.”

You peered up at him, only to be greeted with a question that you never expected to leave his mouth.

“Do you like being eaten out?”

A tremble slipped through your fingers while the grip on your legs tightened. You nodded slowly while whispering, “I do.”

Seonghwa pulled in his bottom lip before biting, focusing his gaze between your legs again.

“May I?”

God yes. Which was short for ‘god yes, eat me the fuck out like you haven’t had a meal in days’, but your nerves dwindled it down to a mini smile paired with a slow nod. It seemed to be more than enough for your friend as he grinned lightly before carefully slinking down until his face hovered in front of your dripping folds.

A conflict of emotions occurred at the view. A thrill went through you at the thought of having Seonghwa put his mouth on you, yet you were also incredibly vulnerable to him now. Did you taste alright? Did you clean up enough and—

“Oh—”

Whatever worries you were going to stew on were interrupted, thanks to the tongue delicately running up your slit. The motion had your body stiffening at first, gaping down at the head between your thighs. For a moment, your brain couldn’t comprehend that it was Seonghwa who did that, but it was quick to realize when he went and did it again, making a light sound come out.

Your friend peered up at you through his bangs, deep brown eyes watching you like a hawk.

“Too much or more?”

“It…felt nice. Just, um, build it up?”

Why did you say that as if you didn’t know how you liked to be eaten out? Now Seonghwa cocked his head, looking a little cautious.

“You don’t sound very confident about that, Y/N. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you like.”

Right. Right. This was Seonghwa, not some person who was doing this out of obligation for the end goal. How would he know how to please you if you didn’t communicate?

Taking a deep breath, you informed him, “That was fine. Just…switch between that and my clit.”

He nodded, looking more satisfied with your answer.

“Okay. Just tell me if I need to do anything different, yes?”

Your mouth curled at his consideration. “Yes, Hwa.”

Seonghwa gave your inner thigh a gentle peck before going back to what he was doing. Now you could enjoy the feeling fully, less hesitant than before. By the third lick, a moan began building up at the base of your throat, releasing when you felt the lightest of pressures on your clit.

“Mnh—”

“Is that good?”

Your legs spread further. “You can do it a little harder.”

He wasted no time in following your suggestion, circling the bud with more strength to make your back arch slightly and your nails dig into your skin.

“Yeah, just like that—”

Seonghwa continued, egged on by your words. He seemed to develop a strategy when it came to pleasuring you, leaving your eyes to flutter shut as you enjoyed the bliss.

The only time your fog was interrupted was when you heard his voice husking from below, “Knew you’d always taste so good.”

A shiver wracked your body from the mixture of praise and the light flick he gave your clit. You sat back and enjoyed the feeling of your friend’s mouth as he worked you over. When you felt something prodding your entrance, your eyes flew open, head lifting to see Seonghwa meeting you with apprehension on his beautiful face. Only when you looked closer did you see that the tip of his index finger was what pressed against you.

“Can I put it in?”

Your nod was all he needed before sliding inside, your teeth clenching at the welcome spreading. He began thrusting slowly, lighting a different kind of spark inside at the added friction. You tipped your head back again, sighing pleasantly in enjoyment.

“You sound so fucking wet—”

You squeezed involuntarily around his digit, finding that he wasn’t exaggerating. Listening close, you could hear a light squelching, your ears burning from the noise.

Seonghwa continued moving against your walls, stimulating you to the point where you instructed him to add another finger in. With a bite of his lip, he obliged, carefully adding a second one that made you moan even louder than before. How you managed to still keep a hold of your legs was impressive in its own right. But you nearly let go when you felt a brush against your G-spot.

“Ah—”

“Y/N?”

You were swift in alleviating his concern with a, “Right there, Hwa—”

He was clued into what he did, starting to rub and press in that area with more pressure. To give you something else to make your head spin, you felt him start to lap and swirl around your clit again. The two sensations intertwined seamlessly, leading to a familiar knot to start forming in your gut.

Shit. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine Seonghwa, your close friend, would make you about to come.

But just when you were about to allow the moment to take over, he removed his tongue and stilled his fingers, making your head throw back in frustration as you groaned.

“Damn—”

Seonghwa was quick to placate you, “I’m sorry, Y/N, but it’s necessary.”

You brought your head up to shoot a large pout to let him know you didn’t see eye to eye. He gave you a chuckle in return, his free hand coming up to give your tense stomach a pat.

“Believe me, I’d love nothing more than to watch you come, but I made a promise.”

His admission, followed by the peck on the back of your thigh, made your toes curl in anticipation of what he had planned. You took some time to collect yourself, trying to ignore the pang that came from denying yourself an orgasm. Once you were ready, you let Seonghwa know.

It was like a rinse and repeat cycle, the way he kept edging you, only to stop when sweet bliss was about to arrive. Thankfully, after the third time of this, he sat up in front of you.

“I think you’re ready now.”

Mouth popping open in intrigue, you inquired, “So what should I do?”

“Just go along with it until you feel like you’re going to come. It’s going to feel like you have to pee also, but don’t fight it. Just push, okay?”

Hm. Simple enough.

“Okay.”

Seonghwa smiled at your compliance, giving your thigh a gentle rub before continuing to move the hand that made your pussy its new home. It might as well have, with the way it effortlessly slid and stroked all the spots that made you quiver. A sneaky part of your brain mused on why you never thought about getting intimate with your friend sooner.

But then you were struck with a feeling that sent an unexpected shock throughout your entire system.

What was that?

And then it happened again, only to come with an unwelcome weight below your belly button.

Fuck. Was this what he was talking about?

The longer he kept going, the more that pressure became overwhelming. It was a battle to fight with your brain to let it know that you weren’t going to have an accident. But once you got it to settle down, the feeling was so close.

You had to tell him. But your first attempt at speaking was useless, mouth parting only to let out yet another moan. With the most of your strength, you strained your vocal cords to choke out, “Seonghwa—!”

“Push.”

The desire to make the intense pressure go away was only stoked by his deep command, making something in you snap. With a strained cry, your hands flew down to tug at the sheets as bolts of lightning raced up and down your body. You faintly notice the tension in your lower belly dissipating a mite as you shook underneath Seonghwa. Remembering his instructions, you push your lower muscles as much as possible, feeling a sudden heat wash down your thighs.

You wanted to look and see if anything was happening down there, but the pleasure was overwhelming, forcing you to ride it out until your senses started to return. After what felt like eons, your body calmed down a little, although your hips would occasionally jerk.

Only when Seonghwa spoke did you become aware of your surroundings again.

“You did it.”

Those three words, teeming with pride, brought your heavy head up from the pillow. You looked up to see a pleased grin on his handsome face.

“D-Did I?”

His smile only grew wider, motioning you to take a peek between your legs. There was a delay from your brain to your body, but you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows. When you caught a glimpse, your mouth couldn’t help but pop open in shock.

The sight of your friend’s fingers stuffed in your pussy was already something to behold, but the extra details surrounding it only made it better. His hand glistened in the dim light of the room, along with your inner thighs. You had to look a little harder to notice the small wet spot on the towel, though.

“I did it…”

A swell of satisfaction built up in your chest as you gazed up at Seonghwa with amazement.

“I told you you could.”

Gratification and a hint of cockiness graced his tone, making a breathless giggle escape you.

“Wow…”

Your friend hummed pleasantly, his free hand coming up to give your hip a gentle rub.

“Did it feel good?”

Good? Good?

“It felt fucking amazing.”

Seonghwa laughed at your impassioned response. “Wonderful. I wasn’t going to take anything less.”

You matched his laugh, flopping back down onto the bed as you continued to get your bearings. As the shocks slowly wore off, your brain began racing. The feeling you had experienced just now was intense yet addicting. It seemed that your body wanted more of what your friend gave you, not helped by the fact that he still had his digits inside.

Feeling a little more prepared this time, you brought your head up.

“Seonghwa.”

He lifted a brow at your call, followed by a wiggle of your hips.

“I want to do it again.”

His face relaxed into one of understanding immediately. He waited for you to get comfortable before starting to move his fingers at a steady pace. It took less time for the heat to start building back up, making your mouth part to let consistent moans out again. The sensation built up faster than before, assisted by the suggestive words Seonghwa would throw in in between. When that urge hit again, you didn’t hesitate to speak.

“H-Hwa, I’m gonna—“

Seonghwa’s jaw tightened at your warning, clearly ready to bring you to that high point again. But rather than let you lay back like before, his other hand shot up behind your neck, cupping it with a firm grip. You were lost about his intentions until he lifted, enough to have you looking down and getting an eyeful of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt.

Just the sight alone pushed you even closer to the edge.

“Watch yourself make a mess, Y/N.”

And your friend’s harsh words tossed you over that cliff in no time.

You moaned loudly, making sure to keep your eyes peeled despite the urge to close them again. You’re able to push a little harder this time, getting a clear view of the small stream coming out between your legs.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby—”

Your head was unable to throw back at the pleasure coursing through your body, thanks to Seonghwa’s hold. The control he had on you was unexpected yet thrilling. You somehow managed to watch his face now, your gut flipping at the way he fixated on what was happening below. His thick brows were knitted and his lips pursed in concentration while he continued to drive his fingers back and forth.

But then he glanced up at your face, directing that heat onto you with little shame.

“Good girl. Let it all out.”

Thank God he decided to let your neck go then, because his praise made whatever control you had on yourself disappear, causing you to splay out on the bed. All you could do was lay back and let him continue to work you over and over again.

At one point, you could feel his fingers slip out and cover you, rubbing back and forth to make your mess spread out. Had this been earlier, you would have been embarrassed at the way it was getting everywhere, but the fog of the strong orgasms erased your worries. Only when one of your hands flew down to grab his wrist did Seonghwa stop, leaving you to deal with the aftershocks.

Holy fuck, your thighs could not stop shaking. And you could feel every muscle below your waist twitching.

Once a sense of relief washed over you, your fingers unwrapped from Seonghwa before your arms laid next to your head. You panted harshly as you tried to get your bearings and calm your lower half (you came this close to kicking your friend in the leg). His warm hand came up and rested on your hip, rubbing with care as he soothed you with words.

“That’s it, Y/N. You did well.”

You lulled into a sense of security, eyes lidding until your lashes brushed against each other. The temptation to drift off into sleep was incredibly strong right—

“Here.”

But then one of the water bottles appeared in front of your face, making you realize how thirsty you were all of a sudden. You gave Seonghwa a raspy ‘thank you’ before taking it, sitting up and wasting no time in drinking.

“Trust me, you’ll need it if you want to keep going.”

You chuckled around your bottle, bringing it down once you were halfway finished.

“I appreciate it, the last thing I want is dehydration.”

Your friend grinned in humor, taking a moment before questioning, “How are you feeling right now?”

An answer didn’t come right away because there were too many. But for now—

“Fan-fucking-tastic.”

Seonghwa laughed, the hand still on your thigh giving a gentle squeeze. “I created a monster, didn’t I?”

“Hey, you’re the one who offered to show me. If anything, you have to take responsibility.”

“Don’t worry, I will…once you’re back in order.”

You batted pathetically at his quip, only to rest your hand on your stomach as you continued to relax. The typical post-orgasm bliss crept up, although you ignored the desire to take a nap. Especially once you noticed the state your friend was left in.

The dim light gave you a clear view of how he strained against the fabric of his sweats, washing you over with a sense of pride.

“That seems like a problem.”

Seonghwa followed your stare, only to chuckle modestly and scratch the back of his neck.

“I’ll be fine.”

Your brow furrowed at his avoidance. “You sure?”

He was quick to shoot you a grin.

“Positive. This isn’t about me, remember?”

Oh Seonghwa. Sweet, considerate Seonghwa whose actions carried over to the bedroom as well. He probably thought you were only offering out of accountability, not knowing that it was far from that. You wanted to make him feel something tonight.

“I know, but—” You propped yourself up on your elbows. “—are you not interested?”

A wary glance. “…in?”

Time to let it out.

“In me…touching you.”

As you predicted, your friend was caught off-guard, surprise on his gorgeous face. He looked away a couple of times before he could finally meet your eyes. You nearly missed him whispering lowly, “I wouldn’t say that.”

A giddiness overtook at his answer. It gave you the nerve to say something you never imagined would leave the comfort of your mind.

“Would it be bad if I admit I want to suck you off?”

The way Seonghwa jolted visibly and hitched his breath at your blunt remark was a clear enough response.

“Y/N…”

“What? It gets me going. Besides, I want to at least give you something for making me feel so good.”

You weren’t given a verbal answer for a while, Seonghwa poking his tongue in his cheek while looking at you with contemplation.

“Are you sure?”

His question was met with a cheeky smile and a nod from you. They eased his expression into something more agreeable.

“Okay. Where do you want me?”

You sat up and scooted over, moving the towel’s wet portion before pointing at your previous spot.

“Lay down.”

Seonghwa was quick to follow your order, head resting on the pillows as he watched you reach for the last bits of fabric that was holding him back from being bare. Your fingers curled under the elastic of his pants and underwear and with a glance up and a lift of his narrow hips, you began sliding the waistbands down to reveal the effects of what had been going on.

Just the sight of his flushed and stiff cock had you letting out a low yet audible ‘fuck’, ripping his clothing off his long legs before taking your spot between them. Leaning your head in towards him, you were halted when one of his hands landed and gave the back of your neck a gentle grasp. Your eyes darted up to see him shake his head.

“Sit over here.”

Seonghwa patted the space to the left of his torso, prompting you to crawl back over him to follow his instructions. You kept your legs folded underneath your body, only to feel his hand cup your ass before lifting so you were on your knees now. As if he could hear your questioning thoughts, he muttered, “I want to keep touching you.”

All it took was his fingertips brushing your inner thighs before you leaned back down to get to work. Because of the angle, you had to wrap your fingers around him in order to reach with your mouth. Channeling all of the late night thoughts you’ve had about Seonghwa, you slipped your tongue out to run along his cock, soaking in the low groan heard from above. Turning your head, you peered at him.

“Good?”

Seonghwa blew out a short breath as he nodded, grunting, “Yes…keep going.”

Feeling more confident thanks to that, you did as he wished, making sure not to miss an inch of him. Up and down strokes turned into swirls and flicks, especially whenever you were near his tip (the sound he made from being in that area had you squirming). As soon as you heard your friend quietly begging for more, you parted your lips and began sinking down, the hand still gripping your ass digging in with a fierceness that made you jump.

“Shit, Y/N.”

But you didn’t let that deter you, stopping just when he was about to hit the back of your mouth before beginning to bob. You earned more of those beautiful noises from Seonghwa, along with fingers seeking out your soaked core, stroking and rubbing to have you vibrating around his dick with moans.

“You’re so fucking good with your mouth, baby—“

All of a sudden, you found your hands unable to stay still. Your right one slid onto his stomach, feeling the way his abdominals would tense and loosen constantly. The left one went down to his thighs, carefully running your nails along the muscled expanse. At one point, you got daring and crept up to graze his balls, earning a sudden thrust that made you gag for a second.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry.”

Seonghwa’s apology was swift yet gruff, the pleasure you were giving him obscuring any gentleness behind it. You didn’t mind, shooting him a glance and a thumbs up to signal that you were okay. As soon as you felt his hips relax and a careful pat on your bottom, you continued. His reactions to both your hands and mouth working him up were less sudden yet consistent, groans and hisses more audible than the soft music playing in the background.

When you started to feel him twitch more often and hear his breathing become erratic, you had to ask yourself where you were going to go with this. He accomplished his main goal already (multiple times), so it was only natural to finish him off before going your separate ways.

…right?

Honestly, you didn’t want to stop here.

It was incredibly dangerous to admit it, but you’ve already come this far with Seonghwa. What was the harm in taking this to the highest level? That is, if he was on the same page as you…

Carefully pulling off of him, you felt a pang of guilt at the low whine he gave from the loss of your mouth.

“Hwa.”

You could see his throat bob for a moment before he brought his head up, bangs clinging to his forehead as he looked down at you with nothing but heat.

“Y-Yes?”

Sitting up, you wiped the spit off your chin as you worked up the nerve to air out your want.

“Would you mind if…uh…”

Seonghwa tilted his head as he waited for you to continue.

“If?”

A deep breath. “If we…kept going.”

He processed your implication for a bit, his dark brown eyes widening when it clicked. His mouth parted into an ‘o’ as he forced himself to sit up.

“Y/N…we don’t have to go all the way. We can stop here.”

You couldn’t help but deflate a little at his answer, wondering if he wasn’t as interested in taking this further as you were.

“O-Oh. Do you not want to…?”

Your disappointment was prevalent in your voice, causing Seonghwa’s hands to wave in appeasement.

“No no no, that’s not it at all! I just don’t want you to feel obligated.”

Obligated? Obligated?

“Seonghwa.”

Your friend straightened up at your impassive call of his name.

“There’s no obligation if I really want to sit on your dick, now is there?”

His mouth dropped, opening and closing before he admitted sheepishly, “No…there isn’t.”

A smile graced your lips as you patted his leg.

“All I need to know is if we’re on the same page.”

Seonghwa sobered up at your remark, chewing on his lower lip as he seemed to debate his answer. His eyes went to the hand on his thigh for what felt like a while. Finally, he looked back up at your face, meeting your gaze with a conviction that wasn’t there before.

“We are.”

To say your heart did a somersault would be an understatement.

“So…you want to keep going?”

He nodded firmly. “I do.”

You couldn’t help but want to egg him on, to make sure this was something he completely wanted.

“How bad?”

What you got was Seonghwa adopting an expression that you were becoming familiar with today as he took a hold of your chin, pulling you close to his face before husking, “How bad? I don’t want you to leave this bed until I have you squirting and screaming on my cock, that’s how bad.”

Fuck. This was what you got for poking the bear. Now you were rendered speechless and even more needy than before. Your reaction brought a devious smirk to his lips.

“Does that answer your question?”

You were only capable of nodding and leaning in to say, “It sure does.”

It was unclear who started it first, but the two of you ended up in a passionate kiss, hands roaming each other’s bodies in the meantime. Only when you were desperate for air did it break, Seonghwa giving your waist a squeeze before getting up to stand next to the bed.

“Lay down, Y/N.”

You quickly followed directions, spreading the towel back out to be safe and laying on your back like earlier. He grabbed one of the pillows next to your head and motioned you to lift your hips, placing it underneath to have them at a slight angle. You welcomed the extra cushion, watching as he turned and went into his nightstand to search for what you assumed were his condoms. But he didn’t produce them right away, frowning slightly when he continued to rummage around in confusion.

You appreciated his caution, but…

“We don’t have to use that.”

Seonghwa paused, giving you a dumbfounded look.

“What…? Y/N.”

The skepticism in his tone forced you to meet his wary stare with a serious one.

“Really, Seonghwa, it’s fine. I’m clean and on the pill.”

“You are? Well…I’m safe too, I haven’t been with anyone for a while now.”

That was all you needed. Reaching out, you gave his hand a careful tug.

“Then get back in this bed so you can fuck me.”

Your direct words made him swear under his breath before climbing on and over you, slotting himself between your legs as you spread them. You brought your hands up to rest on his lower back, wanting to be as close as possible. Seonghwa reached down to take a hold of his cock and line himself up with your opening. When you felt him run his tip along your sensitive skin, you hissed and bucked your hips.

“Please…”

Biting his lip, he started entering. Your immediate reaction to the intrusion was hitched breathing and a slight dig of your nails. You must have had the dumbest look on your face right now, but Seonghwa had an equally dense expression as he slid into you. Only when he was mostly sheathed did you attempt to regain composure.

“You okay?”

Seonghwa’s raspy voice gave a small boost to your ego as it was clear he was struggling to acclimate to the sensation as well.

“Peachy. You?”

He laughed shortly at your strained pep. “Just try not to move for a bit, okay?”

You let out a giggle, bringing a finger up to tap his nose.

“Yes sir.”

After the light twitch you felt him give inside, you both laid still to adjust. Something about laying in Seonghwa’s bed together with nothing but the sounds of sensual music and your breathing combined made an odd warmth build in your chest. The lips that came down to plant tiny kisses all over your jaw and neck didn’t help stifle that feeling.

Soon enough, you were ready to move on.

“You good, Hwa?”

Your friend brought his head up, looking less apprehensive than before, a heat in his dark eyes.

“Yes. You?”

A nod was all that was needed.

“How do you want it?”

Honestly? At this point, you didn’t have a preference. You just wanted to experience more of your friend’s magic touch.

With your knees pressing closer to him, you breathed, “However you like.”

Seonghwa reacted to your offer with another twitch and a clench of his jaw. Giving you a look as if to say ‘you asked for it’, he balanced himself on his elbows before pulling his hips back, quickly replacing himself with a sharp exhale. The act had you making a sound of your own as well, only becoming louder when he sunk in again.

“Seonghwa—”

His dark eyes flickered up to yours.

“Good?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Lips quirking, he continued, building up a rhythm that started sending waves of gratification throughout your body. You were glad he kept the tempo moderate, testing what made you moan and tighten your legs around him. The pillow sitting underneath you did wonders as well, allowing him to reach areas that would’ve been more difficult without it. The way he cants his hips up has you searching for breath as he was getting closer and closer to stroking against that sweet spot, having you crying out all of a sudden when he finally pressed into it.

“Fuck—”

A throaty hum sounded above you before Seonghwa responded, “You like that, baby?”

Would you ever get used to him calling you that? Probably not, as an unmistakable tremble ran through you.

“Yes, Hwa…keep doing that.”

Seonghwa was quick to honor your wish, pumping in a way that had an unmistakably lewd sound echoing from between your hips. Fuck, when’s the last time you got this wet? You didn’t have any opportunity to think further as you began to hear heavy whispers all of a sudden.

“You’re even more gorgeous like this.”

“God, Y/N— Feel so fucking good!”

“You take me so well—”

Your head was spinning with all of the stimulation and you needed an outlet for the ball of energy building up inside you, so you grabbed onto the back of his neck to tug him down into a fiery kiss. Tongues were quick to seek each other out and tangle as Seonghwa kept fucking you thoroughly. Before you could realize, the same pressure from when he was fingering you made a comeback, slowly increasing until it was becoming too much.

You tried to pull away to warn your friend, only for him to keep capturing your mouth with his. The need coming from him was adorable, but you had to let him know. When you managed to part without him diving in immediately, you swiftly muttered ‘gonna come’, hoping he heard. But when the feeling hit your breaking point and your nails scraped his skin, he still wouldn’t let up.

Just as your orgasm was about to take you over, you frantically placed one of your hands between your sweat-soaked stomachs. A push to his lower abdomen forced Seonghwa to pull out, making you spray your come all over his cock with a sharp cry. The quivers immediately take over afterward, your eyes squeezing shut as you do your best to calm your muscles down, missing the way the man above you gaped down with shock.

He had gotten so caught up in you that the sudden withdrawal caught him off-guard. Everything started sinking in the longer he stared.

You just squirted on him.

Something about watching drops of your come roll off his cock makes him go a little crazy. He’s quick to grasp himself and slide back into you, his thrusts returning with a hint of urgency. Having him stimulating your still pulsating walls pulled sharp cries from your agape mouth, fingers digging into his back muscles.

“S-Seonghwa, shit—”

“Look at you—“ A nip to your bottom lip. “—said you couldn’t do it and now you’re just gushing everywhere.”

Oh…well, he did have a point. But you simply huffed and wrapped your legs tighter around his slender waist.

“More. Go harder.”

A guttural curse left Seonghwa, who quickly did as you asked, resulting in you gripping onto his shoulders now and becoming more vocal.

“Yes yes, fuck me just like that—“

He shook his head at your encouragement, rasping, “Who would have imagined that my lovely friend would have such a filthy mouth?”

You couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. “It happens when I get fucked well.”

And fucked well, indeed. Seonghwa kept up the pace that was making your body sing, taking the opportunity every once in a while to seize your lips into a searing kiss. You appreciated the continued thoroughness from him, meeting him with the same energy by occasionally rolling your hips up or keening your praise. The words out of your agape mouth were only halted when you felt his hand slip between your bodies to give your throbbing bud a calculated swipe or two.

“Hwa—“

Something about the way you say his name makes his hand pull away all of a sudden. But your whine of withdrawal was interrupted when you felt the Earth spinning, finding yourself perched on his lap now. The change of position had you blinking owlishly.

That and the fact that the towel he had spread out had gotten awkwardly tangled between your legs.

“Hwa, the—”

Yet he was quick to remedy it by snatching the terrycloth and tossing it to the side.

“Fuck it, that’s what the laundromat is for.”

Your hand came up to cover the giggle that wanted to escape, humored by Seonghwa’s sudden one-eighty concerning his bedding. Although your giddiness died down swiftly once you got a good look at his appearance.

You know for a fact that your brain, even at its most creative point, would never have been able to conjure a sight as breathtaking as this.

Seonghwa flushed in multiple areas, sun-kissed skin glistening in the lamp light with sweat and chest heaving as he looked up at you like a man starved. All because of you.

This was an achievement that you’d be proud of for a long time.

“Feeling good?”

There was a slight delay to his response as he blinked.

“I…of course.”

You delivered a satisfied grin.

“Good. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

The man underneath you merely laughed and shook his head, seeing your statement as silly.

“Saying yes to me was more than enough, sweetheart.”

As if he couldn’t leave you even more sheepish, he took one of your hands and planted his lips on the back of it. The intimate touch cooled down your burst of confidence, melting into modesty now. You only loosened your hand to reach up and brush back the inky strands plastered to his forehead.

“It’s my pleasure. Seeing you like this is something that I never thought I needed.”

Seonghwa’s mouth dropped in awe at your admission and you swore you saw his cheeks become redder.

“Y/N…”

Before you could lose your stride, you leaned down, hovering above his face as you whispered, “Tell me how I can keep it up.”

What you got next was a firm grip on your hips and a low growl.

“Ride me.”

And so you do.

You hold onto the headboard and Seonghwa’s shoulder before giving him the ride of his life. You experiment with different angles, planting your feet and leaning forward at one point or using your knees to swivel your hips quickly. Whatever would make the man underneath curse or dig his fingers into your damp skin.

“So fucking good, Y/N—“

Sinking down on his cock continuously wasn’t enough after a certain point. Between the sounds of your skin clapping against his, you croaked out, “Touch me, please— Oh fuck—“

Seonghwa wasted no time in fulfilling your wish, hands roaming everywhere on your body. From cupping your bouncing breasts to pinching your stiff nipples to grabbing your ass, he made sure to be as thorough as possible. Only when he decided to start circling your clit did your rhythm falter, your upper half bowing forward.

“Oh my— Fuck, Seonghwa!”

The gravelly chuckle he let out should have been illegal. “Like that, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes— Don’t stop.”

And so he continued stimulating you to the point that your head was starting to spin from pleasure overload. Before you realized it, you were starting to squeeze him often, the beginnings of yet another orgasm about to wash over you. You were too occupied in making all sorts of noises with your mouth to give your friend a heads up, though he didn’t seem to need it as he called you out all of a sudden.

“You keep getting tight on me—” Seonghwa’s free hand reached around to give your bottom a smack that caught you by surprise. “—go on, Y/N. Make a mess on my cock.”

Was it what he said or the spank that triggered you? There was no point in stewing over it as either one was responsible for pushing you over the edge, a whine coming out as your body stilled and shook above him.

“There you go…that’s my girl.”

Somehow you were able to hear his praise, making your stomach flip even harder than it already was. When your tremors died down, you rested your forehead on his afterward, hoping he didn’t mind being used for support. The gentle rubbing on your hips that came eased your worries. Once you got your bearings, you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down, not at all surprised to see the mess you left on his lower stomach.

You laughed airily, “I’m just ruining your sheets.”

Seonghwa merely hummed with a lack of offense, giving you a light pat.

“It’s worth it.”

He leaned up to steal another kiss from you, gentler compared to the most recent ones. But during the lip lock, you could feel weariness take over, making you blow out a breath after breaking the contact.

“Fuck, I’m exhausted all of a sudden.”

Your friend frowned at your words, reaching up and brushing some hair out of your face. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Mhm. Just give me a minute or two.”

Your body was quick to betray you, a yawn coming out immediately after. It didn’t help that Seonghwa laughed.

“I don’t know, Y/N, you look like you’re ready for bed.”

“Ugh, I’m not! Besides, you haven't come yet, I can’t leave you hanging like that.”

Seonghwa was quick to raise a brow, looking a little more strict now.

“So? Really, if you can’t take anymore, we can stop. I’ll just take care of myself.”

You appreciated his concern, but you just weren’t having it. This was going to end with a bang. The only way to make him understand was to hold his handsome face between your hands and give him a relentless stare.

“Seonghwa, I can keep going, I promise. I’m doing this all because I want to and this is no exception. As long as you don’t mind doing most of the work for me?“

As much as he fussed over you at times, you had to alleviate his concern so he wouldn’t worry his head off completely. Now was one of those instances and the longer you kept eye contact, the more he seemed to become at ease.

“Okay.”

The sweet smile you gave him erased whatever lingered, his lips curling softly. He leaned up to give you a peck, sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist. With a heads up, he maneuvered you onto your back, making sure to keep himself housed inside. To your surprise, Seonghwa didn’t begin moving immediately. Thinking he needed some encouragement, you linked your legs around his hips and gave a light tug.

A sharp inhale was all you received before he returned to thrusting again.

It became clear to you a short while in that he held off due to being closer than you realized. His breathing was more uneven and his kisses became borderline desperate, only making your stomach flip in delight at seeing this man in such a state.

“Y/N, I’m—”

Seonghwa’s sudden rasp caught you off-guard, noticing how his brows knitted together and he struggled to keep himself composed. To see that he was the one getting beaten with pleasure now had you wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

With a deceptively curious expression, you ran your nails up and down his sweat-soaked back before leaning into his ear to whisper, “Gonna come for me, Hwa?”

A thrill ran down your spine at the shudder you felt him give as he nodded quickly. Out of nowhere, a sinful idea came into your head. What you were about to say was so out of pocket, even for your usual bedroom talk, but Seonghwa just seemed to bring the worst out of you today.

And so you licked your lips and decided to husk, “Come inside me.”

You could hear your friend let out an audible gasp, hips stuttering in complete bewilderment. You were concerned that you had taken it too far, as you didn’t hear him respond for a moment. But then his forehead landed on yours and he locked his blazing irises with your own, looking borderline feral. His thrusts also took their speed up a notch, making you whine at the increase in friction.

“I’m going to fill this pussy up, make it even wetter—”

His growl made you tremble for a second, but you remained steady otherwise.

“Like you’ve always wanted to do?”

Your question made Seonghwa stare at you for a bit, broken by a throaty chuckle as he leaned in to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

“You have no fucking idea, Y/N—“

With a nip to the skin, there were no more words exchanged as your bodies continued working together in tandem. You had to admit; there was a part of you that didn’t want this to end. You could honestly stay in this room and this bed with Seonghwa a little longer.

Just the two of you, indulging in each other.

But your unrealistic wish was broken when you felt him stiffen suddenly, letting out a heated groan as you felt him shake above you. The strong twitching of his cock against your walls was quickly followed by a warmth that coated them. Feeling him spill inside gave you the mildest of orgasms, manifesting in the most minuscule of tremors in your lower body. You couldn’t help but let your own come out a bit at the sensation, biting your lip at the way Seonghwa groaned from the feeling.

Once he finally calmed down, he carefully slid out to roll off of you and onto his back, leaving the littlest of spaces between your bodies. Your eyes remained on him as he caught his breath, looking over his disheveled appearance with wonder.

His lightly tanned skin reddened and shining with exertion. Eyelids shut. Chest rising and falling quickly. And yet, he still looked as stunning as ever.

Not fair.

But you smiled anyways, realizing another privilege was checked off your list; seeing Park Seonghwa looking fucked out as all hell.

“All better now that you proved me wrong?”

He gave a weak laugh.

“Much better.”

Even exhaustion couldn’t dim down his sass.

You gave his side a playful swat in return, receiving a snicker. The laugh died down, leaving a comfortable silence paired with a song that you often had on repeat. You were going to give Seonghwa some room to recover, but the more you mulled over it, the more you wanted to have some type of contact with him again.

So you rolled onto your side and scooted closer, letting your leg brush against his faintly. The touch made his eyes open, head turning slowly to gaze at you. He watched you for a moment, only for a pleasant smile to come across his lips.

“Hello.”

You couldn’t hold back your grin.

“Hi.”

Seonghwa kept his eyes on yours, only to bite his lip after a bit, looking less sure than earlier.

“Thanks for…entertaining me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his sudden shyness. Where was the demon from before?

“My pleasure. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind doing this again with you.”

Your confession pulled rapid-fire blinking from your friend, his cheeks turning scarlet now.

“R-Really?”

“Mhm. Though you might want to get a mattress protector or something next time.”

Your suggestion eased his awe, laughing as he responded, “I will keep that in mind. Or we could try it at your place next?”

“And mess up my good sheets? No way!”

One of his brows raised. “And you think my sheets aren’t good?”

“I didn’t say that— Ugh.”

You went to give his chest a light swat, only to find its impact weaker than expected, thanks to the sudden wave of fatigue. The halfhearted attempt only made him giggle with mischief.

“Forget it, I’m too fucked out to argue with you, Hwa.”

Seonghwa laughed quietly, reaching out to pull you close and rest your head on his chest, making your heart skip.

“Then why don’t we just take it easy for a moment before cleaning up, hm?”

His offer was so tempting, although maybe you should get up right away. But the idea became enticing the longer you laid on him, melting into his warm touch.

Fuck it.

“Fine, but don’t let me fall asleep, okay?”

Not that you were completely against it.

Seonghwa hummed in understanding, the vibration felt against your cheek. Your eyelids lowered halfway, your body falling into a state of relaxation. Between the music, his steadying heartbeat and the breathing that slowly evened out, you could already guess that staying awake would have been impossible.

Before you could possibly doze off, you processed everything that had occurred since you stepped foot in this apartment today. Seonghwa had shown you a side that you never dreamed of seeing, only thought about while you were in the comfort of your own private space. And they were thoughts that you convinced yourself would never come true.

But here you were, naked in the same bed that you often sat on and watched your friend play Animal Crossing (paired with comments from you on how Tom Nook was the biggest crook).

The biggest thing that stuck with you was how Seonghwa seemed to want you just as much, shown in the way he took care of every one of your needs. His patience with figuring out what made you tick and making sure you were consistently comfortable was more than you expected. Should you have anticipated any less from him, though?

A pleasant ball of warmth started forming in your chest while the tiniest of smiles graced your lips.

No, you shouldn’t have.

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12 Angry Space Marines or Lullaby's No Good Very Bad Only a Little Good Day - Part 2

First! A big thanks to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for helping write this beast of a piece. And to @sleepyfan-blog , @kit-williams and @egrets-not-regrets for use of their various characters!

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter (Under construction) IT's HEEEEERE

The First One

Warning: Talks of violence, a very sore throat, near mental breakdown, dismissive Healthcare professional, throwing plates.

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Summary:

After surviving a loathsome introduction to the living necrotic toothache known as Faust, Lullaby is once again alone and trying to find Something to do until they can find or receive a message from either Khopesh or the Primaris Marines. Unbeknownst to them, the people they most want to contact are thinking about them as well. Namely, in regard to deciding between life and execution for Stormbreaker, and poor Khopesh especially is having a time of it.

“So…that is one of the current working theories as to why Lullaby's abilities have manifested the way they have. Any questions?”

Back in the conference room, Anrir had just finished explaining a somewhat shortened version of the Custodes incident to the Scouts seated around the table, as well as his hypothesis about how the violence of the bond rejection might be a reason for your psychic abilities.

Most of them look…well for lack of a better description, lost for words, but each in their own way of course.

Jophiel is subdued and sullen, his wings were tucked and hung on his back. He looks tired and overwhelmed all in one swoop. But seeing as he's yet to have a proper sleep after his vision it wasn't too great a surprise. And then to learn the gold from his vision could be a murderous Custodes? He…he did not want to think about the damage that could be done. He also winced at the memories of how cold he'd been to you, especially given this new context.

Much similar thoughts plague Ramiel, they'd barely managed to subdue a Grey Knight! And though it wasn't outright said, Ramiel knew that Bastard hadn't been trying to kill them. They likely wouldn't have made it home had that been the case. A Custodes is to an Astarte, what an Astarte is to a Baseline… How in the name of the God Emperor were they going to be able to fight and survive against that?!

He mutters quick prayers to the Emperor and at the same time feels an almost existential dread well up inside him at the thought that one of the Emperor's most renowned and deific creations would…would do something like what he'd just heard described?! It makes him sick.

Claude is seemingly fighting the urge to fidget and twitch, clearly bothered by what he'd just been relayed, but perhaps uncertain of how to express it. He knew Something dangerous could be coming from what Jophiel said but this…this was something he Never could have imagined.

A custodes trying to murder a baseline human in cold blood? It made his skin prickle, he desperately wants to run from the room and type on his vox to make sure you were okay. But he holds himself back, just barely but he does. You were exhausted and needed your rest. He could check on you later.

Cedric and Nanael are no less bothered but are more quiet and pensive, they exchange glances and their thoughts run the same path. ‘If Jophiel's prediction came true another bastard would be buried. But this is no ordinary so-called loyalist, so do they keep the current bastard alive in the hopes he might be convinced to aid them?’ Or do they take their chances? Silver in the vision could mean any number of things relating to the Grey Knight. Like say perhaps…using the bastard's weapons or even his organs, he didn't need to be alive for that, and they'd certainly have an advantage with those things at their disposal.

Olly's face is set in a deep frown, as he debates breaking pieces off his rock to chew on. It would give him a way to focus his thoughts, which were at once too much and felt too empty to be of much use. Just a cycle of replaying those awful words describing your injury, and subsequent rescue. How much you'd been through already, yet you still risked your secret getting out and all this being exposed to save their lives…it was so much to take in.

At that moment Olly wants more than anything to just…rewind. Go back to the picnic, minus the Grey Knight interference. To just eat candy rocks with you and his brothers, and talk about food and chemistry. He'd made a treasured new friend, and he’s already facing the possibility of losing you because of the Grey Knight's actions.

And at the same time, that bastard might be needed to keep you alive…somehow. Maybe. Possibly. He frowns a little- he’s not really certain about Psykery and possible futures. He tries to recall what the Codex Astartes says about such things. A dead enemy can, less likely, hurt you. But a potential ally's death can be wasteful.

Kerubiel and Thressl are also quiet, in their case not knowing how to respond to this new information. Kerubiel's mind runs a mile a minute pulling up, and turning over every scrap of info he could think of with Custodes and Grey Knights in mind.

Their powers, their prowess and how they'd match against each other. A Murderous Custodes of ANY type could likely cleave through half this base without breaking a sweat, so perhaps somehow roping the Grey Knight into service was the only way to prevent that.

Thressl, somewhat like Olly, feels near disbelief. But in his case it was because he had never heard of Custodes until now. But…they were loyalists? Why would one harm a baseline human this way, bond wanted or not!? It made no sense to the Space Wolf Primaris who scratched at his red mane of hair while his thoughts continued.

Maybe they could hide you somewhere till this bastard went to ground again, regroup with a better plan and kill him when he wasn't possibly, maybe coming to kick down their doors. Could also use you as bait, but judging how Khopesh was reacting, Thressl was likely to get his face bitten off for suggesting that.

Karlsor, having already known about the Custodes incident, simply waits. No fucking point trying to push the scouts to make a decision or catch up it was a lot to take in. Instead he distracts himself by watching how Khopesh paces the floor back and forth muttering like a mad man.

“He should die, he Must die, but if he dies would Lullaby-NO! I won't allow that to happen! But would our forces be enough!? We could hide them. Lure the Custodes into a trap. I'll make him Bleed, I'll make them Both bleed! I will, I Must!...” He mutters, stalking the floor back and forth and wringing the destroyed stress toy in his hands.

When someone does speak it's Claude. “Brother please-”

“He cannot be trusted!” Khopesh snarls, whipping his attention to his younger brother, but given his mental state it comes off as desperate, not angry. “He could try to take you again! Take any of you again! If we allow him to live but…” Khopesh trails off, his trembling picking up.

“If he dies…Lullaby could be put in more grave danger.” Olly finishes.

Khopesh looks about ready to punch a wall, letting out a sound half way between and groan and a shriek as he paces again.

“That is…Provided the vision isn't full of horseshit- No Offense Jophiel.” Karslor posits, leaning back in his chair.

Jophiel sighs heavily. “I wish it were so easy to tell…I have had visions of both kinds. Those that came true, those that did not, and those that could be actively prevented…” He trails off. “I'm sorry…I do not have any more insight and that is…exceedingly frustrating…” He begins to reach for his feathers, before Claude takes his hand to prevent him from stress preening.

Anrir glances at Hura, his hands folded in front of him in contemplation. “We have discussed all necessary context for this decision. I believe it would be best if we went ahead and took the votes.” He stated.

“At the end of the day…the decision must be made. And we will have to reap whatever consequences come later no matter what the vote decides.” Hura states.

The room becomes silent again, but there is an air of resigned agreement. The Scouts sit at their places once more, though Khopesh still fidgets with the stress toy in one hand. Thoughts were had, decisions made.

Time to take a vote.

…

“Say Ahhhhh,” The Apothecary says, holding up the bottle of medicine in his other hand.

“...aaah,”

Ssshhhpritz!

“Cough! Cough -ack! Bleh!” You get another round of painful coughs as the spray medicine hits your damaged pipes with a mix of cold aerosol, and a cloying medicinal flavor that's meant to be grape.

It sticks to the back of your tongue while an uncomfortable numbness starts to settle in.

Is it better than the burning? Only technically, you think with bleary dissatisfaction at this whole mess.

Stupid silver butt munch asshole…

“Oh come now,” The Apothecary tuts softly…and a bit condescendingly. “Chin up, it doesn't hurt that bad.. or it won't for much longer.”

“Hmph…” You grouse under your breath.

Ghosk and Shatter had dropped you off here after explaining your need for some throat spray. (They have other base duties to tend to so they couldn't stick around.) For once the med bay wasn't super busy, so you got tended to rather quickly, which was nice.

Less nice was the fact even Astartes with all their knowledge, and cool science wizardry from beyond the stars apparently still couldn't make a throat spray that didn't taste like candied hair gel fumes.

The apothecary hummed, packing up a small bottle for later use, and handed it to you. “Spray your throat before bed, and in the mornings until the inflammation subsides. You remember the way to the front desk correct?” He asks.

You nod, placing the bottle in your bag, and hopping down from the exam table.

As the door to the exam room closes behind you, you glance in the direction of the front desk.

And pointedly turn the Other direction. If any of the Primaris were injured they might be here now, you might also find Anrir, Hura or Zariel if you were persistent enough.

“Excuse me,” You flinch, maybe you should have waited a bit or faked like you were going to reception until the Apothecary seeing you had left. “Human…reception is the Other Way.”

You turn and shake your head, pulling out your phone to type a quick message about wanting to say hello to Hura or Anrir or Zariel as they'd treated you before. It wasn't a lie.

The apothecary reads it with a somewhat bored expression. “None of those Apothecaries are on staff today, little one. And even if they were, they'd have more important duties to tend to.” He states, gently but firmly placing an armored hand behind your back and guiding you (forcing you) to go back to reception.

You desperately want to type another message about the possible injury your friends might have received, and wanting to check for them. But that could result in being questioned about How they received those injuries and that wouldn't be good for anyone.

“Remember: Spray twice a day, morning and night till inflammation subsides. Goodbye now.” The Apothecary said with an air of finality as he escorts (pushes) you back into the waiting room.

You huff after the door closed you out, disappointed and dejected and honestly a little offended by the Apothecary's dismissive attitude. But he did give you something, that being the three Apothecaries you mentioned weren't working today.

But that just raised further questions!

Maybe they were all doing something regarding the Silver Space Marine. That might take them away from their usual posts.

…You hoped it's just that. As you walk, you debate using your abilities as you'd done yesterday.

Everyone had a recognizable Aura. I could literally feel who was who so maybe…

But…the Primaris weren't the only psychers here, so if another sensed what you were doing that could cost you your secret. And it would cause even more problems for your friends than they'd already faced, or might still be facing.

Your vague memories of Jophiel's face as he helped you swam to the forefront of your mind. God what if your power had hurt him permanently!? You feel your stomach twist from more than just the disgusting throat spray…

You need a distraction. Eventually someone will see your messages, you'd sent a few more even though they didn't get through. But eventually one or two Would and then this will all just be a bad but transient experience…you hope.

Eating was off the table until the nausea passed, but maybe you could do something else involving food. Get your body to reset as it were. You had promised Karlsor a Raspberry Meyer Lemon cake after all.

You perk up at the thought of being able to do something productive, and relaxing. You could probably also find some protein bars or other quick snacks in the prep kitchens for when your appetite returned. So you trot the short distance there, now actually feeling a little better.

There were several so surely at least one of them will be open for use. You grab the handle of the first one and pull.

Only for the door to slam shut from the inside, suddenly. As if someone had yanked it closed.

You try again, grabbing the handle.

SLAM! The door pulls shut again. Followed by some rather…harsh sounding words in Gothic on the other side.

Okay Now you were pissed off. If the kitchen was in use, that's Fine! But whoever's on the other side needs some damn Manners! You pound on the large door with your fist.

You hear the Gothic words again, and this time the door cracks open. An irate looking Blood Angel stands in the doorway and seemed ready to cuss out whatever dumb bastard kept interrupting him and his brother's work!

But his gaze doesn't meet another Space Marine at the door, which causes him to shift from angry to confused. Till he eventually glances down to see you in all your average human height, and his expression changes again to become softer.

“Oh my goodness! You startled me little human. What's the matter, can I help you?”

You nod. And text quickly on your phone.

‘Hello, I have a sore throat (not sick just partied too hard last night) and can't talk. I wanted to make a cake for my friends, is the kitchen not available?’

The Blood Angel's frame relaxes a bit and he sighs. “Awwww, that is so sweet. But I'm sorry to say you've come at the worst possible time, little one.” He states gesturing to the kitchen.

You peek where he indicates and see an entire swarm of Blood Angels working like a well oil machine prepping…well to you it looks like many types of Hors d'oeuvres. The type you'd see at a hugely fancy party.

And it turns out your guess isn't far off. “There is a rather important Art Gala tonight, and my brothers and I have to use the kitchens today to ensure all the food is prepared accordingly. That means none of the kitchens are available right now.”

Your shoulders sag with disappointment, though you still text to confirm. ‘All the kitchens?’

The Blood Angel nods solemnly, “Indeed, and we will need them for most of the day. Hence why I am stationed here to keep anyone from entering.” He explains. “Even in the least busy one you're likely to get trampled, so it's better you choose a different day for your baking.”

You sigh, but nod. There's nothing you can do, you suppose…

The Blood Angel takes note of your dour mood. He does so hate to see small, sweet things unhappy. “Wait here for a moment, little one.” He states, ducking back inside the kitchen.

You're not sure what he's doing until he pops back out with a small pastry on a plate. It's somewhat like a Danish with some kind of fruit filling.

You point to yourself to confirm he's offering it to you, and he nods. “We have a few creations that aren't quite…aesthetic enough for the Gala. But rest assured they still taste wonderful.”

You smile, taking the warm pastry off the plate and taking a bite. You're pretty certain the flavor is raspberry and the heat and sweetness feels like a balm on your aching heart.

It is also then that the realization that you hadn't eaten all day catches up with your body, and you devour the sweet quickly, even licking the crumbs off your fingers and the corners of your mouth.

The Blood Angel seems to take delight in your exuberance. “There we go! Now doesn't that feel better?”

You nod, but you also realize you have one more thing to ask.

Maybe he's seen Jophiel.

So you text another message, carefully to omit anything too…classified.

The Blood Angel hums as he reads. “I'm sorry dear, I haven't seen Jophiel today. He might've just gone out sketching and lost track of time, I'm sure he'll turn up eventually.”

You bite your lip, but nod in agreement. Sometimes when stressed he went out sketching to calm down. There's nothing more you can do here so you bid farewell to the kind blood angel and make your way elsewhere, specifically to the cantine.

Your appetite has at least somewhat come back. So you suppose trying to find something to eat won't hurt.

You shuffle into line, get some of the scrambled eggs, bacon and toast left over from breakfast, and sit down at a table by yourself. The room's not full by any means, but there are other people and space marines milling around.

And yet…as you pick at your food, you honestly feel so…alone. You take out your phone, and check again, like you've been doing all day at this point.

‘Hey guys I just wanted to check in to make sure you're okay. Text me back when you've got a moment.’ Sent, not delivered.

‘Ghosk and Shatterwing helped me get to the medbay, I don't see any of ya'll here. I hope you're alright.’ Sent, not delivered.

‘Khopesh, please pick up. I miss you…’ Sent, not delivered

‘I hope you're all okay.’ Sent, not delivered

You actually feel tears begin to prick at your eyes. You…don't want to be alone right now! You want Khopesh to hold you, and tell you everything's going to be okay.

You want to hug Jophiel and tell him you're so So Sorry, for making him take the brunt of your psychic backlash. You want to tell him you're so sorry for scaring him, and ask him desperately what you could do to make it up to him.

You want to hug Claude and tell him how proud you are of him for fighting back even before you realized you could use your powers to help him.

You want to hug Olly and talk about candy and chemistry and rocks with him, and tell him he was so brave and smart and kind for what he did for you. His bright smile and cautious hope when you talked to him about it- rather than shutting him down had- well. It had been kind of cute and sad in a way.

You want to hug Cedric who always liked hugs, but felt awkward about asking for them. And who always took care of others but had a hard time asking for comfort for himself. And you want to bake a cake with him like he offered.

And then you want to share that cake with him, the boys, and Karlsor who was a cussy and foul mouthed bastard at times, but he Cared so damn much and it honestly kind of hurt to think he felt the need to cover it up with piss and vinegar.

You want to see Ramiel, you didn't know him as well as the others, but you saw how he fought so hard, taking blow after blow and getting back up to keep his brothers safe.

You want to see Thressl and Nanael alive and well, especially after going through literally getting their heads messed with!

Hell, you'd even jump up and give Kerubial a hug, grudge be damned you'd just be happy to see him alive!

You just-

SPLOOOSH!

Your spiraling is interrupted when something wet suddenly douses over your head. It smells like strong alcohol, and it soaks down into your clothes. You couldn't move while your brain was processing what just happened.

But some clarity comes to you when you hear a chorus of loud howl like cackles from a table off to your side.

“BULLSEYE! NOICE SHOT ALGERET!” One of the Space Wolves crows at your misfortune.

You slowly turn with the liquor still dripping over your frame, until you can fully see the bastards responsible.

The Space Wolf in question is losing his mind with laughter, in his other hand, an empty flaggard or cask or Whatever the vessel for this stuff is called. “Ah sorry wee little mortal! I just got a bad twitch in this here arm!” He chortles making a similar motion for emphasis, meaning he'd thrown the liquor on you at a distance like you would toss grimy water out of your horses buckets. “But ey, you looked like you could use a drink so No hard feelings right! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The whole space wolf retinue at the table break out in even more boisterous laughter and all at once everything else in the cafeteria falls into the background.

You pick up the plate that still had a few bites of scrambled eggs on it, without even really meaning to you feel thrumming surging power channeling from your shoulder to your arm, you wind back while the wolves are still utterly distracted by their laughter.

And you pitch the plate directly at the main Space Wolf with an Unnatural amount of force, it hits the collar of his armor, and shatters on impact. Some shards rain down, and the rest hit his dumb fucking face.

There's one beat where nobody moves…

One…

Two…

Three…

Then all hell breaks loose.

…

The air in the meeting room is heavy, as it is time to finally take the votes.

“We shall follow the order of the table. Each of you can say your vote and expound upon it if you deem it necessary.” Anrir declares.

“Will you and Apothecary Hura be voting as well?” Ramiel asks, and the proposition does make the older Marines contemplate for a moment.

“Should we do so?” Anrir asks the Death Guard who is stroking his chin.

“Hrmm, we were involved with the previous incident of the Grey Knight causing issues…I suppose we could indeed cast a vote…but what side should I cast to is the question?” Hura hums before continuing.

“If he lives, we net ourselves a powerful psycher, upon which Many tests and experiments can be run. As well as a new…worker.”

“If he dies, we can still test him, and his body and organs could be quite…useful.” Anrir supplies.

“Both?”

“Both.”

“...”

“...the fuck do you mean Both!?” Karlsor snarls 110% done with this nonsense.

“Language Karlsor, and Consider each of our votes split, 50/50.” Anrir explains.

“As whether he lives or dies, we will receive something from it.”

“So…there's effectively one vote in each category to start with?” Claude asks.

“Precisely,” The elders say in unison.

“But you young ones must choose one or the other. Though…I think most of you wouldn't end up splitting votes anyway.”

Alright then. First at the table next to Hura is Cedric, who stands and speaks first. “My vote is that we eliminate this Threat.” He stands tall and firm in his conviction.

“I agree with what Khopesh said earlier, the Grey Knight cannot be trusted.” He growls. “If he is allowed to remain, he is just as likely to pose a danger as the possible Custodes, if not more so as he will want retribution for his defeat.” Cedric says, before returning to his seat.

Nanael stands up next. “I agree with Cedric, besides…who's to say Jophiel's vision was referring to us needing the Silver Bastard himself? It might mean we need the bastard's weapons or armor to ensure a good outcome, and we don't need him alive to use those.”

“We can find other ways to protect Lullaby that don't involve leaving a kidnapping, mind squeezing bastard alive where he can hurt more people.” He finishes, then sits back down.

Next up is Jophiel who stands with more hesitancy. “I…cannot in conscience vote for the Grey Knight's Death.” He says, shifting nervously. “I understand where my Brothers are coming from. And maybe my vision is faulty…”

“But I have already made the mistake of dismissing Lullaby's struggles once. I was cold to them for nothing they had done, or had any control over…” Claude puts a gentle hand on Jophiel, it does help sooth him a little as he continues.

“I will not dismiss this. That there is some bizarre chance or outcome where their fate relies on the Grey Knight being allowed to live…however much I Loathe him, and his actions.” Jophiel states, and sits once more.

Next is Claude. “I'm sorry Brother,” He says quietly, namely to Khopesh. “I know you fear the Knight may try to take us again, but I have known Jophiel, and his visions for many years. As well as dealing with my own.” He says, and his tone becomes even more earnest.

“I do not love Lullaby as you do, nor do I fully understand your connection even now. But I Do Care for Them. I would consider them…a friend.” He thinks, and indeed it is true. He enjoys your company and the way you reassure each other when the progress or lack thereof in psychery made you both upset. He appreciates your humor and your hugs and the thought of you coming to harm makes him want to Break something.

“And if Jophiel's vision implies the Grey Knight will somehow be needed to preserve their life.. then I will not take the risk of killing him. No matter how satisfying it would be.” Claude sits, letting out a breath and trying to relax.

Olly runs his hand over his rock, before standing for his turn. “I…do not do the best with words. But I know that Lullaby…is a good human being…”

“I have barely known them a day…yet they risked their life and secrets to save us. They spoke kindly to me, let me speak of my interests without judgment or reproach.”

“I…would also call them my…friend. And they are in need of protection. As much as I would love to Recalibrate the Grey Knights Brain!” Olly hisses, before pulling himself back into order. “I will…refrain from doing so. So that Lullaby may be kept safe.” Olly returns to his seat.

“But the moment he steps out of line I Will recalibrate him. Mark my words.” He adds on the last part before Ramiel stands to take his vote.

“I vote for…eliminating the threat.” He states, though even he seems unsure of his choice.

“It is as Cedric and Nanael have said. He has tried twice now to take my brothers away by force.” Ramiel explains. “There is no guarantee that even if we Do leave him alive, that he will not simply try again once he has the opportunity. That or he may simply refuse to help us outright and remain a stubborn captured fool as he is now.”

“Not to mention I Saw the way he looked at Lullaby. He caught sight of them…just as I was using my Tempormortis.” Ramiel shuddered at the memory. “In his eyes there was nothing but Rage and the desire to Kill. I didn't understand it at first. But now that I do, and that he must also know about their abilities…I think he is too dangerous to be kept alive.”

“As for the possibility of the vision. My brothers and I have…experience in not being found by those we wish to avoid. We can and will hide them until the threat is dealt with or thrown off the trail. Part of me…truly does hope we can avoid a confrontation with a Custodes if at all possible. For all our sakes.” Ramiel finishes, making a quick religious sign, much like how humans would sign the cross when afraid, as he sits down.

Custodes are to astartes, what astartes are to baseline humans. He would fight to protect Lullaby if he must- but the Custodes would easily be able to kill them. He’ll poke around for stories- but he’s got a nasty suspicion that Custodes are generally given whatever the hell they want so they go away. Also- in the history books, whenever a Custodes lands on a battlefield it’s recorded as a success before they even do anything.

Next is Kerubiel. “Live, but do Not misunderstand me.” He hisses.

“I have nothing but Spite for the Grey Knight, and that human is a pain in the ass but…” He huffs, it takes setting aside a great deal of his pride to say this.

“What is true, vision or not, is the gravity of the Custodes power and might. We are no match for them, even if we trained for years, and used everyone at this table, it is very likely we would all Die.”

“I vote live, because keeping the bastard alive may be the only way we survive.” Kerubiel finishes. Then sits.

Thressl is next. “I'll be honest with all of you. I'm not sure I believe in visions, or the overwhelming power of the Custodes. I'll believe that they're powerful, but they still Live, which means they can Die.”

“I believe we can hunt it! We just need the right plan and method. And those weapons we snatched off the Silver Bastard should help us nicely!” Thressl continues passionately, “Custodes- while heavily augmented are still human! Which means that they can bleed, that they can die.”

“And I agree with Cedric and Nanael. The bastard is a rabid dog, but unlike an animal his death shouldn't be quick and merciful. He should be torn limb from limb for what he tried to do.” Thressl emphasizes his statement by pounding his fist on the table, before he returns to sitting.

Second to last is Karlsor, reclining in his seat and decidedly more quiet than the others have been. “Fuck you I'm not standing up and giving some pretty speech.”

“Death, the bastard tried to steal our Scouts once. Then he came back and tried again. He's run out of chances in my book as for Lullaby…” Karlsor's expression softens a bit. “Visions can be full of shit, but if need be we can hide them till the gold fucker is dealt with.”

With Karlsor's vote taken care of, the ratio was currently 5-6, favoring death. All that just leaves the final Night Lord to cast his vote.

Who is still fidgeting with the destroyed stress toy because…he's kind of a wreck right now. And everyone can see it.

“Why don't we step out for some fresh air.” Hura offers making his way to the door. “We have been cooped up in this room for a while.” Also he can see an impending mental breakdown coming

Which Hura and Anrir and Everyone honestly can tell is Not going to help anyone's mental state. So Hura cracks the door open to the shielded room.

The moment the door opens a chorus of pings come in on various voxes, namely the Night Lords. They expected a few messages could be missed or arrive late due to their presence here but it's Who the messages are from that surprises them.

And to no one's surprise the moment Khopesh reads your string of messages he has to hold himself back from bolting out the door.

No, the one that does that is actually from Ghosk and reads, ‘Stop messing around and tattoo your mate already, I had to chase three idiots off them, then drop them at the medbay.’

“Khopesh wait!” “Where are you going!?” “Bastard don't run in the hallways!”

But their voices are far behind him as he flies down the nearest set of stairs, were there an option to jump down to the lower floor directly he would have sailed himself into the air in a heart beat.

Instead he jumps, scrambles, and runs full pelt down the stairs till he reaches the first floor, and guns it for the medbay. The others are slightly behind him.

But before he can reach his location, he catches a glimpse of something going on in the cafeteria. A commotion that has several humans and Astartes hunkered down outside, and…cleaning food off themselves??

He wouldn't have bothered with it beyond that except he sees a familiar face engaging in what can only be described as a food fight.

Scratch that it's more like a dinnerware death match as he sees you red in the face, and furious pitching plates and food at another table who's pitching the same back.

Khopesh…doesn't know how to react to the sight before him, and it gives the others enough time to catch up.

And they similarly…don't know how to react. “What in bloody hell?” Thressl asks, but no one can answer.

Luckily only the younger marines seem paralyzed by this event, as Hura (with Cedric not far behind) and Anrir enter the disheveled cafeteria.

Hura takes a deep breath inward before letting out the loudest most authoritative shout you'd ever witnessed.

“ENOUGH!”

Everything goes quiet as you realize whose voice you just heard. You whip your head and see Anrir, Hura and-

CEDRIC!

You drop whatever mush of food or plate you'd been holding and make a beeline for the Primaris Black Templar.

“Lullaby what on earth happened are you-Oof!?” Cedric lets out the sound more from surprise than actual exertion. You're too busy grabbing him in a hug to care right now!

Cedric's okay! Cedric's alive and okay! You feel relieved tears welling up in your eyes as you hug the Space Marine as Tightly as you can. The sobbing irritates your throat but you Do Not Care!

Cedric is still a bit lost but after a moment…he thinks he can fill in the gaps. He hugs you in return and strokes your back comfortingly. “It's okay…I'm here now. We're all still here.”

That makes you pick your head up, and you glance around Cedric. You feel your heart light up in an instant!

Claude, Olly, Jophiel, Ramiel, Nanael, Thressl, Kerubiel and Even Karlsor and Your Khopesh! They're all here! They're all Okay!

You feel a whole new bucket of happy tears pour down your face as you race to the other Primaris.

Claude accepts your hug eagerly, though his nose does wrinkle a bit at the smell on your clothes. “Lullaby? What happened to you? And what’s that smell?” You shake your head. It is hug time not rant time, not like you could do so anyway.

You move to Olly who shifts his rock to one arm, and embraces you as well. “I am not sure what has happened but I am happy to embrace you.” Even one armed, his hug is tight and loving, and you nod in agreement to his statement.

Jophiel actually leans down, and takes the initiative after Olly has had his turn. He says something quietly to you that makes you almost break down again. “I'm sorry for pushing you away. You didn't deserve that, can you ever forgive me?”

Forgive…him? You should be apologizing but you'll do so when you can talk. For now you nod shakily and pull the Blood Angel into a hug. His wings wrap around you too, and it further reinforces that he is really here and alive.

Nanael gives you a quick embrace with his arms and wings as well. “You did well, little one. Thank you, for everything.”

Thressl ruffles your hair, and chortles that “You're tougher than you look! And scrappy to boot!”

Ramiel accepts a hug with a quiet but sincere “I'm glad you're okay too.” You nod, glad the tears give you a reason to not talk, because even with a working throat you'd be beyond words right now.

And lastly of the Primaris…Kerubiel. Who has stayed slightly further back from the group. He glares at you.

“Don't look at me that way!” He hisses, but you know what? Grudges be damned, you're happy to see him alive and kicking. You open your arms. “Don't you dare- don't you-” Too late you give him a firm squeeze, which he acts soooo disgusted by…but doesn't pull away. Also you know how fast Astartes can move, he could have avoided your hug if he really wanted to.

“Fine, fine , whatever! Just…stop hugging me already…” He grumbles, and you do as he asks with only…moderate smugness. He very gently gives you a hug back, its quick, but warm, firm and a gentle pat on your head.

Finally you turn to your Khopesh and Karlsor. You're so happy to see both of them! You reach your arms out fully expecting Khopesh to pick you up so you can hug and kiss him…

Only for him to cross his arms, which makes you bring your hands down a bit. Did…did you do something wrong?

“Lullaby…my sweet darling, Love…” Oh you did not like that tone. “Could you please tell me Why,” He breathes sharply, before continuing. “You left our Nest which was Safe, secure and stocked with food…to walk alone through Nightlord territory, get accosted by some bastards who Will be dead men walking when I find them, have to go to the med bay as a result and then…start a Food Fight in the cantine!?”

You blinked…did Khopesh really believe you…wanted to do this?? Your expression morphed from disbelief to frustration in an instant.

You hold up a finger to imply ‘One moment,’ before typing a message on your phone.

‘You left me in a dark room Alone, locked in by myself, scared and confused. Not knowing if you Or the boys were okay after yesterday! Seriously, a note or text would have been appreciated! Oh and hurt because Guess what my throat looks like after yesterday! Shatterwing called it and I quote “Redder than a tech priest taking a mud bath on mars."’

“Wait really?” Khopesh asked. You nodded firmly then opened your mouth as you'd done for Shatterwing.

“Shit that looks awful.” Karlsor hissed in sympathy.

‘Which yes Shatter and Ghosk helped me because I was hungry and my throat hurt like a bitch so I couldn't and still can't talk. And then I got nasty throat spray, and then I got locked out of the kitchens so I couldn't even distract myself with baking and then I just wanted to sit alone and eat and cry AND THEN I GOT ALCOHOL TOSSED ON ME!!!’

‘Also there was no food in your room because!’ And you showed a picture of Karlsor's note.

“Shiiiit….”

Khopesh slowly turned his head to his Claw member. “Karlsy….” He chirped in a voice that was not at all friendly. “What-is-this?”

Karslor actually seems nervous and embarrassed. “You can fuckin read can't you?”

“KARLSOR!”

“Fine! FINE! I’M SORRY! Not to you fuckface you need to stop taking my sunglasses! But…I Am Sorry the food thing ended up making your day worse kiddo.” He sighs with frustration and scratches the back of his neck.

You smile, and you pull him in for a hug too. He sighs again, more calmly.

“Thanks kid, I'm glad you're…well not alright but you're still alive.” He pats you on the shoulder and gives you a quick side hug back.

You nod. Then turn back to Khopesh.

He seems more calm now…less angry. But he also seems tired. “I'm sorry my love. Today has been…exhausting. And after yesterday… I have been tormented by the thought of losing you.” He says seriously, placing a gentle hand on your face.

Oh…Khopesh…

Of course…of course your sweet one would feel vulnerable after what happened. You'd both literally been feeling the exact same fear for the other, the fear of losing someone precious.

So you lean into his touch, you take your own hand and press him closer, kissing his palm. Then you draw hearts with the pads of your fingers, which makes your Khopesh smile.

You lift your arms again, and this time he acquiesces happily. He holds you close as you kiss him sweetly across that handsome scar on his mouth; trying to reassure him even while you can't use your voice.

I'm here. I'm safe. I love you. He chuffs and purrs, nuzzling you despite the pungent scent of alcohol still clinging to you. You press back into each touch in turn.

“But for now…” He sighs, equally relieved and tired. “Why don't you tell me about the Nightlords who accosted you…and the silly Silly fools who doused you in…” He gives you a quick sniff. “Mjod…?”

Thressl approaches and gives you a smell too, “No doubt about it, that's Mjod! Who in their right mind would waste a good drink like this!?”

“Hey now…keep that Shit away from me!” Your group takes notice of Algeret snarling at Cedric.

And Olly's face suddenly takes on a strange…blankness. He turns without a word, and walks into the cafeteria. The others in your group, you included (while still held by Khopesh), follow him with your eyes, and crowd around the entrance to see what he's doing.

“I am merely informing you that given your recent behavior I might have to consider euthana- I Mean…Sedation, if you do not calm Down Algeret.” Cedric says calmly, but there is a terrifying malice under his words, as he brandishes a syringe.

While you were giving out hugs, Cedric had properly turned his attention to the individuals at the other table. He has a professional smile on his face, but his eyes are cold- colder than the homeworld of his Gene-father.

…what a Pleasant surprise he feels when he sees Algeret and his gaggle of idiots sporting bruises and cuts from the dinnerware. Such rude and rabid dogs should be put down.

But right now they would need first aid, and as an Apothecary he was only Too Happy to provide.

“Now listen here you! You've got this all wrong! It was the human who started this!” One of the others pleads, as if he'd ever believe them.

Olly, who had put the pieces together between the scent on you, and Algeret's-fucking-voice, had stalked into the cafeteria with his recalibration rock in hand. He could be slow at times- but this, this was too far. He’s annoyed and frustrated that they go after him. But going after a baseline? That’s not okay. At all.

And the more he looks at Algeret and his cohorts stupid fucking bully faces the more angry he becomes. Not to mention them trying to claim you'd somehow started this altercation. As far as Olly cared the Wolves could mock him all they wanted and lie about it after. He was used to it. He could handle it.

But they went after You. Someone smaller, and weaker, and even had the Gall to hurt you when you were already hurting and then tell Lies about You! He wasn't having it!

“ALGERET!”

He shouts, actually startling Cedric from the anger in his voice

“I KNOW YOU FUCKERS! You go after who you think you can get away with bullying!”

Olly snarls, hefting his rock up.

“And then you go and tell Lies!”

He slams the stone down, cracking right through the tile on the floor, and sending waves through the ground. Olly immediately wrenches his rock back from the new gaping hole and raises it once more without breaking a sweat.

“I can do some manual mental recalibration to give you better personalities! Who's first!?”

Olly knows he’ll need to clean up and do reparations for breaking the tile and making a new hole- but at the moment he doesn’t fucking care. He’ll deal with the consequences of his actions. It would be worth the scolding and shitty duty shifts and whatever other punishments that will be heaped on him to make Algeret and his fucking bastards fear for once in their misbigotten lives.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Karlsor swears, while Khopesh seems to be beaming with pride.

Cedric is…honestly impressed with how terrifying that display was, and he wouldn't mind giving his shy sweet brother cousin the chance to Crack some heads open, especially these shit heads.

But…it would be a violation of due process, and even here at the Chaos Base, that could get Olly in trouble.

“Steady there Olly. We don't want to fatally wound them…yet.” Cedric says calmly, stepping slightly forward but not actually putting himself between his brother cousin and the Space Wolves.

“They are LIARS! FILTHY LYING MANGY-FLEA RIDDEN DOGS!” Olly snarls, but to his credit doesn't move closer…mostly because he respects Cedric. “And they must ANSWER for their MISDEEDS!”

"Misdeeds!? Bah! You ain't got a shred of proof Ya Dumb Fuck! And if ya touch us without due process you'll be court martialed!" Algeret snarls.

“He truly is quite brattish, isn't he?” Anrir asks Hura, both elders deciding to…watch the show as it were.

“Quite…I will remember this at his next physical.” Hura decides. Then smiles when young Oleanderos leans closer and snarls at the Space Wolves again, while Cedric makes no Real attempt to stop him.

“So it was you who poured alcohol on my precious?” Khopesh hisses, and you…don't completely like how he's smiling.

Because if he decides to pick a fight he might cause more property damage, and get in trouble. You couldn't care less about the Space Wolves catching the business end of his fists otherwise.

Khopesh meanwhile is debating putting you down so he can Give the Space Wolves that business. He does loathe the idea of losing physical contact with you given the day he's had, but ripping out some nasty mean wolf teeth Might be worth it.

Could present them to you as a gift after…hmm but would you like them? He knew you'd appreciate the gift on principle but the teeth would need to be cleaned first.

“You hurt Olly then you have the fucking Nerve to hurt my brother's special human?” Claude growls, stalking forward. “Hey Olly, can I have a turn with the rock?”

“I will gladly lend it to You Claude. But I get the first swing!” Olly growls back. The Space Wolves are looking distinctly more afraid, despite being technically correct about due process.

Nanael comes forward as well, his wings seem to twitch juuuust a bit. Like a perched predatory bird seeing prey scurry into a hide. “You Know there are cameras in this room right?” He states smoothly.

Jophiel follows Nanael's example but on the other side to his fellow Son of Sanguinius, further flanking the wolves. His wings appear more tense than Nanael's as if he's expecting the wolves to strike out at any moment. “And even if the cameras somehow missed your…unfortunate choice. I'm sure the other witnesses would have no issue recalling what you did.”

“Hey! It was an accident!” Another of the wolves barks.

“Accident or started by the human?” Ramiel presses, also coming forward. “And by the human you mean the one who is smaller, weaker, and was at the time experiencing mental distress when you chose to douse them in mjod? Or when they somehow incited you to douse them in mjod? Or you did so by some accident? Which is it, Dogs?”

He’s pulling on his Chaplain training and is using his I Am A Chaplain Do Not Lie To Me Voice. He puts his hands on his hips and frowns sternly at the rude pack of Scout Space Wolves.

“Not to mention you wasted good drink!” Thressl piped up. “And you claim yourselves sons of Russ, feh! What a joke!”

“Like you're even worthy to say our father's name, you Half Breed!” Algeret snarls in response.

Thressl is more surprised than insulted, his eyes narrowing a bit- these shitty little first born bastards think they are all that. Feh. One of his hands twitches- oh he’s going to make these shitty brats pay.

“Bite your fucking tongue you flea bitten DOGS! You don't call him that!”

Kerubiel hisses angrily, charging forward and getting into their faces without touching them.

You lean forward even as Khopesh is holding you up. That comment made you mad too. You debate sending out your mycelium to make the wolves cower. But…that would exacerbate the problem.

Hura and Anrir glance at each other briefly. While they were enjoying the show- things were about to turn messy. Neither side backing down- and the way the Primaris Marines shoulders had shifted a little- unless stopped violence was about to happen and then all of the Scouts would have to be punished, not just Alegret and his squad.

Alright alright time for the adults to get involved. “Call off your puppy Hura, we do need to wrap this farce up.” Anrir comments quietly, which causes the Death Guard to sigh with a “Very Well…Cedric!”

Hura's call isn't angry, just loud enough to get the young Apothecary's attention. “Yes Apothecary Hura?” Cedric answers, in an instantly less hostile tone.

Hura and Anrir amble over. “This situation is likely to end in a brawl if it continues. As satisfying as it would be to see you Mulch these naughty puppies, I believe Anrir and myself should handle it from here.”

You notice Cedric's shoulders slumping in slight disappointment. “Very well…everyone, please step back!” Cedric instructs in a voice you recognize. It was the ‘everyone better listen because the doctor is talking dammit.’

Olly and Thressl growl, Claude and Kerubiel hiss under their breath, Nanael's expression shifts to a scowl and there seems to be an odd displeased trilling sound in his throat. Jophiel and Ramiel don't make any noise outright, but they don't look pleased either. They don't continue advancing.

But they don't move back either.

Well Shit.

You glance over to Anrir whose expression does seem a bit…not surprised but maybe mildly annoyed. It's probably not the first time he's had to deal with Scouts not wanting to back down. But once he notices you looking he ambles over to where you're still being held by Khopesh.

Hm.. time to switch tactics. The boys are listening- but still too angry to truly back down. Time to redirect their energy and focus on something more productive and less likely to cause property damage.

“It is good to see you awake and aware.” Anrir states smoothly, while Hura and Cedric work to de-escalate. “Seems you've had quite the day…two days rather. Would you mind to elaborate?”

Khopesh shifts his hold on you a bit. “They cannot speak at the moment. Their throat is injured.”

Anrir turns to you and you nod to confirm. “I see…I was hoping to get your recount of recent events.”

“GET FUCKED YOU MANGY FUCKING DOGS!” “CLAUDE LANGUAGE!” “IT IS TRUE THOUGH!” “You all need to Step Back.”

“...And I was hoping as the ‘injured party’ you could help call off the Scouts. They seem rather consumed by bloodlust at the moment.” Anrir says dryly. “I would prefer to avoid more property damage if possible.” He sighs heavily, knowing he'll need to help pull the Scouts back to make that happen.

“...” Khopesh notices your expression shift to one of deeper thought.

If you can focus your power into a muscle to increase your strength, maybe you can focus it into other areas of your body.

You take a deep inhale, and focus. You pull on that thread of your power, and instead of moving it through your arm and shoulder, you migrate it up to your throat.

There is a feeling of warmth, and…you feel the twinging pain in your vocal cords alleviate.

Just a little, you'd used a great deal of power when you were throwing plates so you only had so much to work with now. But it was enough.

“B-boys…please, Stop.” You manage to get the raspy words out, your voice is still wrecked but you can talk…just not very loudly.

“EVERYONE BE SILENT!!!”

Khopesh snarls in a voice that actually startles you and brings all attention to him.

Everyone goes quiet and turns towards Khopesh, even Alegret and his squad stop shouting and look over towards the yelling Night Lord.

But Khopesh continues.

“Lullaby has something they must say. It PHYSICALLY hurts them to do so, so you BETTER LISTEN OR I WILL RIP YOUR EARS OFF FOR YOUR IMPUDENCE!”

…Wow. You feel both frightened and…yeah not the time to think about That feeling let's get this taken care of.

“Boys…cough cough!” Yeah Khopesh was right about the physically hurting part. “Please don't do this. I…appreciate you wanting…to help and do right by me…”

“But getting yourselves court martialled…won't help. We need to let the Apothecaries handle this one.” You explain, then your expression shifts as you regard the space wolves still huddled in a defensive ring at the remains of their table.

“As for you all…I don't know why, you did what you did. I don't know why you saw someone who was already hurting and decided to hurt them more…but it doesn't matter that I don't know.”

“It will matter to Ash'val or Melinthe or whoever handles the punishment for you bastards.” You sneer, as best you can in your voice then turn back to the Primaris.

“These mangy brats aren't worth the disciplinary action ya'll might face. So…please?”

A pause follows your request, and you hold your breath.

The first one to move is Claude, but he sighs and nods, finally stepping back. But not before growling under his breath at the wolves. “You're Lucky Lullaby has a point.” He huffs, before returning to you and Khopesh.

Olly follows similarly, grumbling under his breath. “You get off easy this time. But try something like this again, and you will be recalibrated.” He promises darkly.

“That is if," Nanael posits, walking back past the wolves with fine posture. “I don't get a hold of you First. Keep yourselves in line next time.” Then he rejoins your group.

Jophiel's wings finally seem to relax a bit and he follows Nanael, though the glare on his face could make a Khornate Berserker take pause.

Ramiel also doesn't say a word more. He simply follows Jophiel while keeping unflinching eye contact on the wolves.

Kerubuel hisses one more threat under his breath. “You're going to pay for that half-breed comment.” Then stalks back to the door.

Thressl chuckles. “I'd sleep with one eye open lads…Keru doesn't do idle threats.” He follows his cat like brother leaving only Cedric, Hura and Anrir near the wolves.

“That means you too Cedric.” Hura states which causes the young apothecary to become confused.

“Will I not be aiding you and Anrir with these…individuals?” Cedric asks, momentarily worried he'd done something to displease his mentor.

Hura chuckles. “No no my dear boy. The past two days have clearly weighed on you.” He clarifies. “I've seen ten thousand young apothecaries ignore their burnout. And I can tell that is what you're doing now.” He says firmly. “I want you and your brothers and little Lullaby to take some time to relax. Perhaps you could finish your picnic?”

Cedric perks up, sometimes it still shakes him that Older Brothers can actually care about him and his fellows. And yesterday was supposed to be a mental reset and socialization day…it was supposed to be. “That is very kind of you, Apothecary Hura. Thank You.”

“I think it would be better for the Scouts and Lullaby to stay on base for now.” Anrir interjects. “Given the recent…excitement, I think a trip to the Soothing rooms would do Wonders for everyone's mental state.”

You tilt your head curiously. “What's a Soothing room? -cough cough” You ask, followed by more coughs.

Khopesh coos, with a “Hush, you must rest your voice my sweet one.” And nuzzles you again. It is a strange feeling as he finds your raspy voice both cute and troubling.

Cute in that you're trying your best to communicate while injured, so your earnestness makes him melt. But also you're injured and every word reminds him how you've been hurt today and the more he thinks about that the harder it will be to not go rip out those teeth.

“But to answer your question they are well…decompression rooms of a sort. They have a number of items and features to help groups of Battle Brothers engage in mutual relaxation, and preening.” Khopesh explains.

Oh, that sounds interesting. “Like a spa room?” You clarify, then your stomach growls. “And uh…is there food in them?”

Anrir smiles at your sheepish question. “There are light snacks, but food is not restricted from being brought in should you want to order something more.”

You feel yourself flush with relief. A spa day with food sounds Amazing after the day you'd had.

Plus as much as you loved Khopesh, you didn't want to go back to the nest right now. It still felt too dark, even if being with him would make it easier. And…maybe it was silly, but you also didn't want the Primaris boys out of your sight for a while.

“Let us be on our way.” Khopesh purrs, “We'll make a quick stop at the nest and get you some fresh clothes. Then I'll spend all day Pampering you appropriately.”

You smile, “Not if I pamper you first.” You shoot back, “I hope the rooms have face masks, and hair stuff. Hey have any of you tried exfoliating face masks before, they feel Amazing…”

The dialog trails off as Anrir fondly watches you, and what is effectively a retinue of Scouts make their way out of the still Very messy cafeteria.

Now…back to business. The ancient Night Lord turns to the Naughty little Puppies who incited the mess in the first place. “Now that that is settled. I believe the Best course of action would be setting you puppies to work cleaning up the mess you've made. Is that not a fair course of action Apothecary Hura?”

Hura hums cheerfully. “Indeed, I say that is a fine place to start. Followed by a proper report of this incident to their commanding officer, and the Loyalist offices in General.”

“Hold on now! The human's the one who actually did something violent!” Algeret protests. “They threw plates! It was a complete overreaction!”

It would almost be cute if Anrir wasn't already irritated about his current project being jeopardized. He feels a nerve in his head twitch at this…display of disobedience. He understands a bit better why the boys were getting… close to violence with these idiots.

“Not to mention! Y-you haven't got a shred of proof that it Wasn't an accident! And there's a clear conflict of interest since that little bitch is shaggin one of your men!” Oh now That comment made Anrir more testy, not that he let it show. “You've got no right to hold us here!”

“Oh but I think they have every right.” A familiar voice calls out dryly.

Anrir and Hura turn their attention to the new voice who enters the room. They both recognize it though.

“Apothecary Zariel…what a pleasant surprise.” Anrir greets the ‘Ultramarine’ politely.

The ‘Ultramarine’ gives a polite nod in response. “I happened to be on survey duty today, and you'll never guess what I saw.” He grins darkly.

“The security cameras showed me a very interesting event. A group of Space Marines sitting at a table, only to toss a pint of…some substance on a human sitting alone at a neighboring table. Followed by what appears to be laughter, before the human retaliated by throwing a plate. The rest is well…” Zariel trails off as he glances around the room. “Fairly obvious.”

“Make no mistake, the human will be informed that their actions in response were not ideal, but You are indeed guilty of inciting the incident in the first place. No matter how much you whimper otherwise.” Zariel lets a Little bit of a Hydra sneer come into his voice. Just a tad.

“The files have already been reported to Captain Ash'val as well as Captain Horlux of the Black Legion. Further discipline will come from them, but for now.” Zariel's look becomes very intense very fast and he strides over to a nearby janitor closet, before yanking it open.

“Start Cleaning, Now.” Zariel orders, his tone brooking no argument, and obedience was to happen sharpish.

As soon as he saw drinks dumped on the human he started sending messages to people to help de-escalate the situation, especially since the human started throwing plates at the Scouts. One of his squad mates took over camera monitoring duty as he raced over to the cafeteria to see what he could do to stop the situation. His brother’s warning about the Primaris and their understandable ire had him moving faster.

The Space Wolves grab the items inside and begin cleaning without another peep.

Anrir is impressed. And Hura voices the same feeling. “My my Zariel, I didn't know you had it in you.”

Zariel smiles. “I guess you could say there are many things you don't know about me.” He settles in next to his fellow Apothecaries to watch the Space Wolves work out their first part of their punishment.

Algeret and his fellow space wolves sulk As they clean up the room. Their Scout Sargent, a very very busy Thousand Sons Psyker who's teaching Almost A dozen psykers of various levels of training across the Eras comes by quickly, once he's gotten the message. He looks a little frazzled as he heads towards the Old Apothecaries, “I heard there was an Incident with one of my… Oh, not you boys again.”

He deflates a little when he sees its that band of Space Wolf pups who barely listen to him and make snide comments about “how dare a witch think he can discipline us.” More Than once. While he might seem A bit soft On them part of his problem is this group of Scouts Don’t listen to him well.

“Having troubles with these Pups?” Zariel asks, noticing the look in the younger Astarte's eyes.

“Is it that obvious?” He responds dryly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Anrir raises an eyebrow, but in truth he is sympathetic, he remembers how difficult it was to find his footing in his role as Father to his Night Lords. And having to balance his Apothecary Duties with care and discipline for his sons.

The much younger Thousand Son is clearly hitting the same walls he had. Not to worry though. “If you would like I can give you some advice for instilling…more acceptable behavior.”

The Thousand Son Marine glances up. “I…cannot say I am opposed to the idea…” He hums, glancing back at the wolves. “I worry I have been too soft. Too forgiving. Too distracted. Between my psychery training assignments, and them. I am at my wit's end.”

Anrir smiles. “Worry not, young cousin. I will Gladly teach you how to take this in hand.”

The Thousand Son smiles in relief, not noticing how the wolves feel dread creeping over their guts.

“I would be honored to listen to your words and get help with such things, elder cousin,” the Thousand Sons Scout Sargent replies politely as he tries to smooth over the ruffled feathers caused by one of his Scout squads- as well as get some more training. He starts to discuss punishment, discipline and what could be done as restitution for what the squad had done.

What the fuck had they gotten themselves into?

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