𐙚 Heated Kisses with Treasure - Hyung Line 𐙚
Request
Genre: A bit fluffy, Suggestive MDNI 18+
Warnings: Heavy sexual tension, Intense kissing, Grinding, Dominance, Restraint
Hyunsuk
The living room is dim, only the TV glow painting soft light across the couch. You’re curled into the corner, half-watching, half-waiting, when Hyunsuk drops down beside you with a tired exhale. He throws an arm over the backrest like it’s nothing, then hooks two fingers under your chin and pulls you in like it’s everything. The first kiss is unhurried—steady, warm—his mouth slotting over yours until the noise from the show fades. His hand finds your waist, tugs you across the cushions until your knees bump his thigh. The second kiss lands deeper, breath catching, his thumb pressing under your jaw to angle you where he wants you. Heat pools low when he leans forward and you fall back into the cushions, his body following, the couch dipping under both of you. He breaks away just enough to look at your mouth, chest rising, then goes back in harder, lips parting yours, one palm sliding beneath your shirt to splay heat over your stomach. The sound you make has him smile against your mouth. “Knew you’d taste better than anything on TV,” he says, voice rough, and he kisses you again like he’s been waiting all day to prove it.
Jihoon
The practice room is empty except for the low thud of a bass line you forgot to turn off. Jihoon kills the track, but he doesn’t move away from the mirror. He crooks a finger and you step into his space, your reflection framed between his shoulders. His hands settle at your hips, thumbs pressing slow circles through your hoodie. The kiss starts soft, careful like a count-in, then deepens on beat two—his mouth opening over yours as he backs you closer to the glass. You feel the cool mirror at your shoulder blades, his body heat everywhere else. He tips your chin up, eyes flicking to your reflection as he kisses you again, longer this time, like he wants to watch the way you melt for him. When your fingers fist in his shirt he breathes out sharply, grip tightening to pull you flush. “Stay with me,” he says under his breath, and the next kiss is needier, less composed, a slide and catch that leaves you chasing him when he pauses. He doesn’t make you chase long. He presses you to the mirror and kisses you like the room belongs to you, the beat gone but the rhythm still in his hands.
Yoshi
The balcony is quiet except for the city breathing below. Night air brushes your skin as Yoshi steps close, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a focus that makes your stomach dip. He doesn’t rush. One palm braces on the railing beside your hip, the other skims your side before settling at your waist. He leans in slow enough to feel your breath hitch, then kisses you like the first sip of something warm—gentle, deliberate, a promise. The second pass steals your balance. He tilts his head, mouth coaxing yours open, fingers flexing at your waist as if he’s testing how much of you he can pull closer. You clutch at his hoodie and he smiles against your lips, a quiet sound that edges the kiss hotter. When you shiver, he shifts, angling his body to block the wind, deepening the kiss until warmth blooms through your chest and down your spine. He pulls back a fraction, eyes low and steady, thumb sweeping your cheekbone once. “Cold?” he asks, though he can feel your heat. You shake your head and he answers with another kiss, slower, deeper, keeping you tucked to him until the city disappears.
Junkyu
The studio couch isn’t big enough for the way Junkyu drags you into his space, but he makes it work. He drops beside you, kicks your knee open with his, and tugs you by the wrist until you’re straddling one thigh. The track on the speakers is turned down low, a steady pulse that matches the press of his mouth when he kisses you. It’s easy at first—familiar, sweet—until your fingers slide into his hair and he exhales like that’s all he needed. The kiss turns hungry fast, his hand spanning your lower back to rock you closer, the other cupping your jaw to keep you exactly where he wants you. Heat sparks when he deepens it again, tongue teasing yours, the bassline rolling under everything. He breaks just enough to breathe, eyes darting to your lips, then he bites lightly at your bottom one and swallows the sound you make. “You’re not going anywhere,” he says, voice low, and he proves it by pulling you tighter, guiding your hips with a slow press that has your thoughts scattering. The couch creaks softly. The music blurs. He kisses you like there’s no song in the room but the one you’re both making.
Jaehyuk
You’re halfway through a goodnight at the bedroom door when Jaehyuk catches the frame above your head and leans in, caging you with a smile that looks far too innocent. “Leaving already?” he asks, even though his body says he won’t let you. His other hand slides to your waist and he kisses you without waiting for an answer—warm at first, testing, like he wants to feel you soften against the wood. You do. He feels it. The kiss turns deeper, slower, his mouth angling yours open as he steps closer, chest to chest. The door is cool at your back, his heat everywhere else. When you reach for his shirt he chuckles under his breath and presses in, pinning you gently so you can’t escape even if you wanted to. He pulls back a breath to look at you, eyes darker now, and then he goes in again, rougher this time—no hesitation, just want. Your fingers curl in the fabric at his shoulder and he hums like he’s satisfied, palm sliding up your side to your jaw. “Say goodnight later,” he says softly, and the next kiss makes it very clear he means much later.
