𐙚 Types of Kisses - Nexz 𐙚
Request
Genre: Fluff, Suggestive
Warnings: Suggestive on Tomoya and So Geon
Yu
Yu’s favorite kisses are the kind that feel like a quiet secret between just the two of you—soft, lingering butterfly kisses that dance along your skin, fluttering across your cheeks and lips like the gentlest whisper. He traces delicate patterns with his fingertips as his lips graze yours again and again, each kiss a tender promise that he’s here, completely wrapped up in this moment. Sometimes, when you least expect it, his mouth parts slightly to trail a feather-light nibble along your lower lip, a teasing but tender touch that sends a shiver through you without ever breaking the calm warmth between you. He pulls back just enough to smile softly, eyes full of something sweet and endless, like he’s trying to say without words that he never wants to let go.
Tomoya
Tomoya loves to take his time, letting every kiss unfold like a story written just for you. From the moment his lips brush yours, there’s an undeniable hunger simmering beneath the softness, a slow-burning fire that pulls you closer with every breath. His mouth parts against yours, tongue sliding in with a teasing insistence that leaves you gasping before you even realize what’s happening. One hand cups your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as the other trails down your back, pressing you flush against him, every inch of you ignited by his touch. He bites your lip—not gently, but just enough to make you shiver—and then deepens the kiss, tongue swirling with a possessive rhythm that promises more than just affection. His hands explore with deliberate hunger, slipping beneath your shirt to feel the bare skin of your waist, fingers teasing and tracing like he’s memorizing your every curve. When he finally pulls back, just long enough to catch your breath, his dark eyes lock onto yours, heavy with want and unspoken promises. “You’re mine,” he growls low and thick, and with that, he drags you back in, lips crashing over yours like a storm you never want to escape.
Haru
Haru’s kisses are all about catching you off guard in the sweetest way. He leans in like he’s about to whisper something, and instead, his lips brush against the corner of your mouth—light, teasing, and gone before you can react. He laughs softly at the way you pout, then pulls you closer to press a real kiss to your lips, slow and warm, with just enough pressure to make you melt a little. His hands slip to your lower back, grounding you as he deepens it, tongue slipping in between kisses with that same playful rhythm, like he’s daring you to match his pace. He pulls back with a lopsided grin, only to kiss you again—this time under your jaw, trailing down your neck in a way that makes your breath catch. There’s a mischief in his eyes when he finally pulls away, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you… and plans to do it again.
So Geon
Ken doesn’t ask—he takes. he claims you with a fierce urgency, his hand gripping the back of your neck as he crushes his lips to yours, swallowing every breath you try to catch. His tongue invades your mouth with a demanding, possessive rhythm, teasing and owning every inch like you’re his entire world, making your knees buckle and breath hitch uncontrollably. His hands explore boldly—one sliding down your back, fingers pressing under your shirt to cup your bare skin, digging in with possessive heat that makes you shiver. His mouth leaves your lips only to trail down your jaw, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive curve of your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When he finds that pulse-point beneath your ear, he sucks fiercely, his teeth grazing just enough to sting, marking you as his in a way you won’t soon forget. His voice drops to a low, gravelly whisper right against your skin, thick with desire, “You’re mine to taste—every inch, every sigh.” Before you can catch your breath, his mouth crashes back to yours, deeper, rougher, and utterly devouring, his tongue tangling with yours in a feverish dance that leaves you gasping and trembling, utterly undone in his relentless grip.
Seita
Seita kisses you like you’re fragile—but only at first. His lips brush over yours so delicately it makes your chest ache, like he’s afraid to break the moment. He cups your cheek, eyes soft, thumb stroking your skin as he kisses you again—still gentle, but longer this time, a little firmer, a little deeper. Then something shifts. He tilts his head, tongue slipping past your lips with a low exhale, and suddenly it’s not soft anymore. His hand moves to your waist, pulling you in closer, body flush against yours as his kisses grow hungrier, more possessive. When he kisses down your neck, it’s with a quiet desperation, like he needs to taste all of you. His voice drops, rough and low against your skin: “Don’t let anyone else see you like this.” Then he bites—light, but with just enough pressure to make your legs tremble. He doesn’t stop until you’re breathless, kissed raw and dazed, clinging to him without a single thought left in your head.
Hyui
Yuhi cherishes kisses that start soft, almost reverent, like a quiet promise shared in the early hours. He loves tracing them across your temple or the curve of your jaw, lips fluttering softly until your skin tingles, breath warm and familiar. His hands cradle the sides of your face, thumb brushing your lips in unspoken invitation, each kiss lingering as if measuring the space between your heartbeat and his. But when the air shifts, his gentleness doesn’t vanish—it deepens. His mouth lowers to your neck, pressing open-mouthed and slow, mouth warm and insistent against soft skin. One hand slides beneath your shirt at your side, fingers tracing gentle, deliberate paths upward while his other grips your waist, drawing you flush into his frame. His kisses grow richer, edged with a heat that blooms quietly—tongue grazing, teeth catching softly, breath catching yours in a sudden hush of desire. When he finally pulls back, eyes dark and soft, he murmurs, voice low and steady: “You’re beautiful like this,” and it feels like more than a whisper—it feels like home.
Yuki
Yuki’s kisses are gentle and full of heart, like he’s trying to speak without saying a word. His favorite place to kiss you is the tip of your nose—especially when you’re caught in a pout or teasing him just a little too hard. It always makes you laugh, which is exactly why he does it. He gets flustered easily but still wants to show affection in a way that’s entirely his own, and those quick, shy kisses are his love language. When you’re tucked beside him on the couch or walking hand-in-hand after dark, he’ll quietly press a kiss to your temple, soft and lingering, as if to say, “I’m really happy you’re here.” Everything about Yuki’s kisses feels like comfort—warm, sincere, and full of the kind of love that makes your chest ache in the best way. You can feel how much he cares just from the way he holds your hand a little tighter after each one.

