personally i think joongie is a hard dom. like, sadistic. he wants to see you cry, he wants to degrade you to no end, and he wants to really push you to your limits. has a thing for seeing mascara run down your cheeks as he spits out the filthiest words you can imagine in your face. of course, if you’re not into these things he can be very sweet and loving in bed, but truly i think being a hard dom is what gets him going. good luck 🫡
brat taming
degradation (G I V I N G)
spanking/paddling (GIVING)
dacryphilia (GIVING)
light bondage (GIVING)
mirror sex
seonghwa:
hmmm. i think hwa is a dom, no doubt, but he can be either a hard dom or a soft dom depending on his mood. when he’s a hard dom he’s teasing you, getting you riled up as you shake and moan under him. when he’s a soft dom, all he does is praise you, letting you know how good you’re making him feel. i think he has a corruption kink as well as a sir kink. he loves your boobs more than anything too and will always be touching them somehow.
praising and degradation (depends on his mood)
light bondage (giving)
sir/daddy/master kink
can see him calling you kitten or princess
lingerie
somnophilia (GIVING)
corruption kink
yunho:
this man seems like a hard dom to me. maybe not as hard as hongjoong, but he will definitely punish you if you misbehave and say nasty words in your ear like it’s nothing. is def a brat tamer, don’t even try to test your luck with him- he will ruin you. he’s also very large- def has a size kink, even if you’re not that much smaller than him or if you’re bigger than him. his overall presence is just so B I G.
brat tamer
size/strength kink
choking (GIVING)
dirty talk (giving)
thigh riding
dacryphilia (giving)
yeosang:
i am 283937% on the yeosang hard dom train and i will never be changing my mind. sure he’s one of the (if not the most) quiet, shy members but that doesn’t mean he would be in the bedroom. it’s like a crazy flip of a switch. he doesn’t tolerate any whining or misbehaving from you and won’t hesitate to punish you, edge you, tie you up or degrade you. even if you act like a perfect angel he will still be sadistic, i think.
light bondage (giving)
dacryphilia (GIVING)
face fucking (GIVING)
sir kink
choking (omg giving)
edging and overstimulation (G I V I N G)
san:
alright hear me out. he has switch tendencies but can also be such a sadistic hard dom?? but also a soft dom? and then also a bratty, whiny sub? oof. i don’t know, i can’t pinpoint what this man is exactly. he’s like everything rolled into one. for the most part i see him as a switch, a very whiny sub but then a very hard dom. he can have the filthiest mouth ever but then can also be whining and pouting while you dom him.
praise and degradation (giving & receiving; depends on his mood)
overstimulation!!! (g&r)
toys
dirty talk
threesomes (maybe?)
cum play
mingi:
alright here we have our first non-hard dom on the list. to me he is a switch leaning sub, but will also be a soft dom if you want him to be. everyone calls him a princess and that’s bc he is. he wants to be taken care of but will take care of you when you need him to. loves it when you wear his shirts or hoodies and mostly wants you to initiate any sexual encounters.
slow, lazy morning sex!!!!
praising (mostly receiving but sometimes giving)
somnophilia (mostly receiving)
oral (mostly receiving)
also has a thing for your ass
wooyoung:
alright… basically i see him like san, kind of everything wrapped into one. only difference is i think he would be so much brattier when he is subbing. like, we all know he loves joong degrading him so…. would def be a brat so you would get mad at him. just saying. when he’s domming, wouldn’t be that hard, but would tease you a LOT and mock your noises and facial expressions. don’t expect to punish him without him getting you back later.
light bondage (g&r)
degradation (mostly receiving)
threesomes
exhibitionism (kinda)
would call you angel or princess, but like, in a mocking way
jongho:
my beloved. he’s a dom for sure. mostly a soft dom/service top, he’s just so loving and caring and wants you to feel good all the time. but sometimes, if you really really irk him, he can be a hard dom. we all know how strong he is, and he’s not afraid to show it off to you. i don’t think he’d be very vocal during the act aside from grunts/quiet moans and some dirty talk if you’re being bad.
“what does that even mean?” you giggled at jeonghan from his side.
ever since he had come back from paris he wouldn’t stop saying it, wouldn’t stop saying ‘mon ange’ to you.
you could only assume it meant something good, a term of endearment judging by his tone, but then again your boyfriend could just be fooling you, which honestly wouldn’t come as much of a surprise.
“if you wanna know so bad then you should learn french like me” he told you with a smug look.
“you know how to say a grand total of two words. i’d bet i already know more words than you do”
“well then in that case you should be able to work out what it means shouldn’t you, mon ange?” he grinned with closed eyes.
you rolled your eyes at him before picking up your phone and opening the translate site.
“what are you doing?” jeonghan looked at you confused, “what do you need this for?”
“well since you aren’t telling me i may as well just search it”
to your surprise, he didn’t make an effort to stop you, instead wanting you to find the meaning despite being adamant on not letting you know a minute ago.
after typing the word and the site detected and translated the language, you looked at jeonghan slowly, a lovesick grin glued on your face.
“you’re so cute” you told him with a ghost of a pout on your lips that jeonghan kissed while giggling at your reaction.
pairing: joshua hong x fem!reader (ft. ex bf!kim sunwoo)
summary: you should’ve told your boyfriend the truth about that stranger at the grocery store. inspired by an audio by @/aas on quinn (iykyk)
word count: 1.7k
warnings: swearing, heavy jealousy (maybe a lil toxic lol), possessiveness, smut (18+ mdni), oral (f receiving), spit kink, orgasm control, unprotected sex
a/n: this is my formal apology to kim sunwoo, nothing personal buddy
masterlist
“what was your favorite position when you were together?”
“w-what?”
“you heard me,” joshua says, folding his arms across his broad chest. “what was your favorite position with him? the one you guys did the most?”
“shua-”
“just answer the goddamn question.”
it feels like a trap.
and in a way, it is. what answer could your boyfriend possibly be looking for?
all because you ran into your ex-boyfriend at the grocery store. things hadn’t ended on a particularly good note with sunwoo, but it had been years since then so you figured there was no harm in making small talk with him while you both waited in line to order subs. you had been wrong.
-
joshua had finished his half of the shopping and joined you in line, immediately catching on to the way the dude was hanging on to every word you said.
must be one of the guys from her cohort, he thought to himself. cute.
he wrapped an arm around your waist and took your basket to hold while you waited together, making note of the stranger’s reactions to his possessive little display. he didn’t want to overdo it since you weren’t a big fan of pda and the guy seemed relatively harmless but he also didn’t want to let him think he had a chance.
you made no move to introduce the two to each other so joshua just played along, joining in on the conversation with you and whoever you were talking to like he’d known the guy for years.
he assumed you’d tell him who he was in the car. you don’t. he has to be the one to ask.
“so who was that?” he tries to sound casual about it but he’s sure the coldness in his voice gives him away.
“hm?”
“in publix? the guy we were just talking to?”
“oh. that was sunwoo.”
sunwoo. the name sounds familiar. then it clicks.
“kim sunwoo? your sunwoo?”
you sink down in your seat at the way he says ‘your sunwoo’ but joshua doesn’t let up.
“we were just talking to your ex-boyfriend in there? and you didn’t think to tell me?”
“how was i supposed to tell you?” you counter defensively. “it’s not like i can just say that right in front of him!”
“sure you can! at the very least you could have introduced us to each other. i would’ve caught on to his name.”
“that’s exactly why i didn’t,” you mumble.
“what? what do you mean?”
“i didn’t tell you who he was because i knew you’d get all… jealous like this.”
“i’m not jealous!” joshua scoffs, painfully self-aware of just how jealous he sounds. “i just… can’t believe you let me be all buddy-buddy with the guy. i laughed at his jokes! i smiled politely at him!”
“as opposed to what, scowling menacingly?” you mutter.
“something like that.”
sunwoo is the only other serious partner you’ve ever had. the only one you had lived with other than joshua. the one who came right before joshua.
joshua knows he’s acting unreasonably. you’re with him now. you’re happy with him, you love him, and that’s all that should matter. he knows you’re not about to go running off to your ex. so why does he feel so goddamn jealous pissed off?
-
joshua drags you to the bedroom soon as the groceries are unpacked and in their respective spots in either the fridge or the pantry. your sandwiches are left forgotten on the kitchen counter as he yanks your clothes off and kneels on the floor in front of you.
he makes you cum on his tongue before he says another word to you, trying to drown himself in you as you ride his face. when your legs start to tremble, he lays you down on the edge of the bed and finishes you off like that, not wanting a repeat incident of what had happened in the shower a couple months ago.
“i’m sorry,” you apologize breathlessly afterward, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. “i should have told you who he was in the store.”
joshua brushes it off. “it’s okay, baby.”
you shake your head. “it’s not. i should have thought about how it would make you feel.”
joshua sighs, spreading your legs again so that he can slot himself in between them and lay on top of you. he doesn’t feel like having this conversation right now, feels like he can’t think rationally when he’s like… this. hard and jealous and angry with you. he needs to clear his head. and to do that—
he asks the question. the one that has you staring up at him with those big wide eyes of yours.
“are you going to make me ask you again?”
you shake your head vigorously. “um, no. it was- we… missionary.”
joshua raises an eyebrow, subtly amused by your answer. “really?”
“mhm, but like with my ankles crossed behind his back? i don’t think it technically counts as a mating press but-”
“i’ve heard enough.”
“sorry.”
to be fair, he had asked. he just hasn’t expected you to go into detail about it. he walked right into that one.
the mental image of another man, of sunwoo between your legs, kissing your neck, getting you to moan his name, is enough to send joshua into a mini spiral but he doesn’t let himself dwell on it.
“scoot up a little,” he tells you as he grabs a pillow from the top of the bed. “lift your hips.”
he slides the pillow underneath you with one hand and unbuckles his belt with the other, ignoring the way you whimper and reach for his pants. he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of undressing him, instead doing it himself while you sit there and watch with a pout.
he doesn’t drag it out even though he’s tempted to. he wants to tease you, make you whine and beg for his cock. but he needs to feel you, needs to be inside of you right this fucking instant.
he’s on top of you as soon as he gets his boxers off, running his hands along your thighs as he lines himself up.
“ready, baby?”
you nod.
“words, my love. you know i need words.”
“yes, yes i’m ready,” you assure him with an impatient wiggle of your hips.
“good girl. think you can wrap your legs around my waist for me?”
you frown up and cock your head to the side. he wasn’t trying to be discreet, but he still feels a bit sheepish that you’ve caught on.
“shua, what is this about?”
he sighs. “i’m trying to prove a point here. c’mon, squeeze your thighs around me.”
“you know you have nothing to prove though, right?” you press. “you’re the best i’ve ever been with. i mean yeah the sex with him was good but it was nowhere near-”
“baby, please,” joshua practically begs, unable to stand hearing any more about your ex-boyfriend fucking you (even though, again, he was the one to bring it up). “let me do this?”
“right, sorry.”
joshua smirks and leans down to kiss you again, feeling himself twitch against your thigh when you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. he pulls away after another moment or so and slaps his cock against your cunt a couple of times, making you whimper pitifully in the back of your throat.
then, he lets go of himself and brings his hand to your mouth.
“spit.”
you do, right into the palm of his hand, and joshua uses the saliva to lubricate the length of his cock before pushing the tip inside of you.
you’d been watching him the whole time but as soon as he starts filling you up you let your head fall back onto the mattress with a quiet “fuck”.
“you’re so fucking wet,” joshua groans.
he goes slowly for his own sake. you feel too good, too perfect, for him to risk going any faster. he can’t cum yet, not when he’s just bottomed out, not after talking such a big game.
“god, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this wet before. you’re making a mess, baby. was it all me, or was it him?”
“you… you-you’re hot when you’re jealous,” you say as way of explanation, making joshua laugh.
“maybe i am jealous,” he admits as he begins to move his hips. “is that really what’s gotten you all worked up?”
“mhm…”
“it is? it isn’t all those memories you have with him? of him doing this to you?”
your eyes go wide and you your head adamantly, like you can’t even believe he’d suggest that. admittedly, it was a little fucked up of joshua to say and he knows that, but the way you clench around him when he says it only spurs him on.
“‘m not thinking about him, i promise! i would n-never!”
he wraps a hand around your throat. “good. because you’re all mine now. isn’t that right?”
“yes! just yours, only yours.”
“that’s my girl. open.”
he spits into your mouth when you part your lips and stick out your tongue for him, clenching around him even harder when he does.
“i wanna cum,” you whine.
“already? but we’ve barely started.”
“i know… feels too good.”
“hold on a little longer for me, okay?”
“i can’t,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut as if you’d be able to last longer by simply willing the orgasm away.
“don’t,” joshua warns, “you better not-”
you’re cumming as soon as the words leave his mouth. you’d tried your best to hold off but it was no use. the deck was stacked against you from the very beginning.
joshua isn’t mean enough to ruin the orgasm for you so he fucks you through it as you mumble out a string of apologies mixed in with you begging him not to stop.
he’s quite pleased with himself under the transparent guise of being disappointed with you for not following his instructions. he’s almost positive no one’s been able to make you cum that fast before. or that hard. and if they have… he doesn’t need to know.
“oh baby,” he coos condescendingly, wiping the tears that had fallen onto your cheeks with his thumb. “did that feel good?” you nod shyly like you’re not sure whether or not it’s a trick question. “i bet you’re really sensitive now, huh?” another nod. “that’s too bad, angel. because i am nowhere near done with you.”
literally could not stop thinking ab this concept when i heard it 🥴😵💫 but lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!
A/N: In celebration of my listening to the whole album and something about my brain chemistry being altered...
Yonghoon
Even if it's dangerous to die
I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be with you
Leave it to Yonghoon to both make you never second guess the choices you make and yet somehow, at the same time, always make you doubt them. Case in point: tonight.
You weren’t sure if the leather jacket was a good idea, it looked different than what you usually wore. A little too bold for you, even if you aren’t one to avoid pieces like that. You pair it with some simple shirt and jeans with scratches and patches of torn fabric that are comfier than you’d guess. Looking into the mirror, you look good. It makes you feel confident. But it’s also new and it makes you unsure. The glint in Yonghoon’s eyes the moment he sees you, though, tells you everything you need to know. You should’ve known the moment he told you to wait for him to change into something that will match with you better that some ridiculous idea has popped into his head. And here you are.
What was supposed to be a wholesome arcade date, one with playing games and silly bets and Yonghoon finally fulfilling his promise of getting you a plushie from one of the claw machines turned into much more. You’re used to him being flirty, but not to this extent. And as much as you love when he slips into his confident, cocky role, it’s surprising he can keep it up this long. He acts like he owns the place, unless you need to talk to the staff or interact with the other people visiting and then he’s your well-behaved boyfriend again. But otherwise? Honestly the way he’s acting you’re surprised nobody has yet scouted him to be the lead of a drama.
He lets the character slip off slightly when you’re playing together, and it’s cute. He’s cute. The constant changing from your softie of a boyfriend and the bad guy persona he’s playing for the entertainment of you both. You love his long talks about a motorcycle he doesn’t have, you love that he makes Kanghyun a professional hustler and that he makes Harin a bouncer of a club that they don’t own. It’s more fun than you’d expect building this entire alternative universe of the guys being a gang with him.
Then a pair of teenagers passes by and his arm is around your shoulders immediately, pulling you into his side protectively. He turns his head back to glare at them, but you notice the second of uncertainty while he checks noone is looking.
“Your life is just one long skit, huh?” you chuckle fondly, leaning your head back on his shoulder.
“Ah,” he hesitates, his eyes growing a little softer, “You don’t like it?”
“No, I do,” you smile, hugging him from the side, “It’s so much fun.”
“Well,” he grins, pulling you even closer and kissing the top of your head, “It’s just me and you against the world, baby. We better make it fun.”
Harin
I can't ignore to call it love
Something meant to be
What are you?
A question you’ve asked yourself a thousand times before and that you’re asking yourself once more. If only there existed such a thing as clean cut categories for human relationships. Family, friends, lovers, enemies… Just pick one of those and be done with it. Simple as that. Life is such a messy thing anyway, why make it even harder. Yet nothing about your emotions right now is as simple, or really as complicated, as it seems.
You love Harin.
There can be no doubt about that. There doesn’t exist a word that could ever be enough to describe exactly the feelings you have for him but from your options, love is the one that comes the closest.
You’re aware of it when you wake up to his texts in the morning, and when you wake up earlier than him and immediately leave some texts for him to wake up to, and you’re aware of it late at night when you say goodnight. You know it to be true when your heart aches when you see him exhausted and struggling, and when it flutters as he feeds you soup when you’re sick and too weak to move.
You love him. Unconditionally, without any fear or doubt, from the day you met and until the end of time.
And as much as your insecurities and demons inside your head want to tell you otherwise, you know Harin loves you too. Honestly, at this point the only way you could be more like a couple is to move in together instead of constantly sharing each other’s living spaces. Or to confess. Actually officially become a couple. But there’s something about that that seems just so wrong.
“What are we?” a whisper spills from your lips as you sit facing each other in a small café. It’s a question shared with your mug of warm liquid, yet the answer comes from the man it concerns. You hear him smile before he speaks.
“In love,” he says as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Your head shoots up, you almost drop the mug but he’s quick to steady your hands. So familiar with your behavior. You meet his eyes and you feel like you have a headache without the pain. All your thoughts are locked behind a wall of fuzziness.
“That’s all?” you ask, shy and uncertain. You feel a little stupid, a little confused, and the way he avoids your eyes for a second tells you so does he.
“Do we need more?” he replies eventually. Something clicks into place. You don’t. You love each other, and for now that’s enough. You shake your head, and yet… some doubt lingers. It is enough, more than enough. Still…
“Soon, maybe?” he suggests with a knowing smile. You swear that if people are really made of stardust, you were together before the Earth even existed.
Kanghyun
I'm a gravity
Pulling towards us, you and I
When someone asks you how the two of you met and got together, the best and most truthful answer is to say that it’s an interesting story.
This, of course, never satisfies anyone but the whole tale seems too personal, too intimate to share with just anyone beside the people closest to you, and so the most they get out of you is that it was fate and a small shrug. Kanghyun and you enjoy the sense of mystery it creates around the two of you. You almost think that at this point some of your friends have little meetings every now and then to piece together new slivers of information that you’ve let slip. Most people that stay in your lives get to hear the full story anyway, and those who don’t have no use for it, do they?
Anyway, it fills you with warmth when occasionally someone mentions that watching you, they do believe the thing about fate.
If only they knew.
And nothing stops you from telling them. You could tell them about the boy you kept seeing on the bus to school who always seemed lost in his own world. About how one day you’ve gathered all your courage to sit next to him and you found out his voice is really nice and his face is so pretty, and that despite how shy he was, he was easy to talk with. And how the next day you got your heart broken because he no longer took the bus and you were sure you’d never see him again.
You could also tell them about your first part-time job and the number of various bands trying to make it that occasionally busked in front of the building. There was one of them, you see, that you could never quite ignore and that you’d often sneak out to listen to. The guitarist was handsome and talented, even if it seemed he wasn’t yet quite used to all the attention. For some reason though, as time passed you’d swear you saw him relax any time your eyes met accidentally.
And of course there was the possibility to skip all that and jump straight to the fateful library and the only copy of the book you both desperately wanted to read. You could tell the history from that point, sure, but that wouldn't be the true story of you. It would tell them nothing of the destiny that binds you.
"Were you my fate or were I yours?" Kanghyun asks, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. You look up from your book to see him already looking at you. It's a quiet evening after your friends left after a quick coffee together.
"Hmmm," you hum, squeezing his hand, "I don't know, but I think it's because of you we kept meeting."
He looks surprised, huffing shyly before meeting your eyes again.
"Why? You always made the first step," he wonders aloud. You smile.
"I've told you before," you remind him, leaning closer, "I always gravitate towards you. I don't know how, there's just something about you that draws me in."
Kanghyun chuckles with a shake of his head. He picks up his book again, yet his hand never leaves yours and you think he holds it just a little tighter.
Dongmyeong
Without you, there's no life
I call you the one
You should stop, you’re being creepy - despite reminding yourself, you can’t bring yourself to close your eyes or turn away.
The headache that made you go lie down has ebbed away and you feel pleasantly warm and relaxed. Grateful most of all, if you’re being honest.
Dongmyeong was worried when you suddenly got so weak and quiet, and so he insisted on watching over you while you napped after taking some pills. He must’ve been tired too, seeing as he fell asleep himself. And maybe you aren’t being creepy. After all, he’s also probably watched you sleep even if only because he wanted to make sure you’re alright. You only want the same.
It’s hard to remember a time when he wasn’t such a big part of your life, harder still to remember when he wasn’t in your life at all. Through thick and thin, the good and the bad, he stood by you and you by him. You’d like to say that the majority of that time was good and happy, but well - life happens. At least things are looking up now.
You stretch your hand towards him. He doesn’t stir at all, his breathing remains even and eyes closed. He couldn’t look more like a fairy if he tried. You smooth some hair away from his face and behind his ear. He still doesn’t react, sleeping soundly. You wonder if he stayed asleep if it was anyone but you. You’d like to think not.
You look at the clock as you caress Dongmyeong’s cheek and note that it’s late afternoon. It makes you frown to realize how long you’ve slept. Even though it’s good since you feel better, it’s a shame you weren’t able to do much today. You could of course get up now and get some cleaning done, but that would mean abandoning your boyfriend and that you just can’t do.
You like to write it down to being young and in love, or maybe to the limited amount of time you’re allowed to be together without responsibilities, but nothing seems intriguing without him. You can function, of course. It’s not like you can put your life on hold until you can be together. When he’s here, however, you can’t bring yourself to enjoy yourself without him by your side. Maybe you’re just clingy. It’s not your fault, though, that his presence is like sunshine and doing chores with him, watching dramas with him, living with him is much better than doing it all alone.
You jump when you feel arms wrapping around your waist and a warm breath on your neck as your boyfriend giggles.
“Did I make you wait?” he sighs, settling so close to you it’d be hard to untangle. Not that you’re complaining.
“No, it’s alright,” you say as you hug him even closer, “How do you feel?”
“That’s my line,” he pouts and only responds when you reassure him you feel better. “I had a nightmare. You weren’t here when I woke up.”
“I’ll always be here,” you press a kiss to his forehead, “You know that, right?”
“Yeah,” he smiles as he takes your hands into his, “That’s why I woke up and wasn’t worried at all.”
CyA
My heart gets possessive
'Cause I feel that I'm cooped up
It’s somewhat of a routine. Your friend groups gather together, delicious food is eaten, drinks are drank, karaoke is sung, jokes and stories are told, and it’s a good time. You meet people you haven’t seen in a while, what with everyone caught up in their own busy lives.
As you make rounds around the room, making sure no one leaves without chatting with you, you always end up the center of CyA’s attention. Sometimes it’s only a brief exchange of smiles, other times he comes up to you and hugs you or checks on you. Usually it’s short and sweet, but as the night gets late, he tends to stay with you for longer and longer. He’s not that big on affection in public, but at times like these his hand never leaves yours as you move from one group of friends to another.
You know he trusts you, and that he feels guilty about his behavior. He doesn’t want to hover, really, nor make you feel like you can’t hang out with your friends without him. He doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, and he doesn’t. You find it strangely heartwarming for the most part, honestly you only worry about him. It must be uncomfortable for him, to feel like he does.
He’s explained it to you once. Since he doesn’t have that many friends and there’s only one you, he feels nervous about losing someone. You’re all dear to him, especially you. And when everyone gets together, it feels strange to see everyone hanging out with other people. You most of all… It’s not that he wants to get jealous, but it’s strange to suddenly be out of the center of your attention. You’re his. He knows that. And he knows his friends won’t easily abandon him either. And yet…
Emotions can’t be controlled, you know that very well. Still you wish he’d see that you don’t mind. It’s good that you get the chance to speak with everyone, but it’s all the better when CyA’s with you. He’s your person, after all, and his presence gives you a chance to relax and hear him tell your stories from his perspective. It’s fun. It’s a reminder of you sharing your lives together, and is there really anything you’d enjoy more than that? You don’t think so. Safe for when everyone leaves and you go home and it’s just the two of you again. Just you and CyA in your own little bubble that might as well be heaven.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your ear as he hugs you from behind, swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music playing in the background, “I just don’t like thinking about losing you.”
“Then don’t,” you tease gently before turning in his hold, “You have nothing to worry about, Giuk. I’m yours. And honestly, I really like it sometimes - when we’re out and you pull me closer and hold my hand.”
“Really? I don’t want to be too much,” he leans his forehead against yours, smiling when you lean further into the touch.“You’re not. It makes me feel protected. I just want you to know I’m not going anywhere,” you remind him, kissing the corner of his mouth. He nods, blindly following your lips until they meet his. Finally he relaxes, melting into the kiss and into you. How could you ever so much as consider leaving when this, he, is your home?
