Seth was popular, your older brother being his best friend. One day he got back to your house with your brother, drunk after a party. As your brother went to get him water he made his way upstairs to your room.

He didn’t bother to knock, he leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “You need some company?” He drunkly made his way to you and place his hand on your thigh. He noticed you’d been too flustered to respond. “Come on, use your words.” Seth kissed your neck, his smirk remaining.