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Someone please write fluff fanfic, i can't find fluff everything is smut. I'm not gwenchana.
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Someone please write fluff fanfic, i can't find fluff everything is smut. I'm not gwenchana.
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𐙚 Heated Kisses with Treasure - Hyung Line 𐙚
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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.
Nya’s Masterlist
☆ - smut ; ♡ - fluff; ♤ - angst
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STATUS: open
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aespa ༄
STATUS: open
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Riize ༄
STATUS: open
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STAYC ༄
STATUS: open
༄ to be requested
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Treasure ༄
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༄ Treasure dating a younger partner ♡
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Xdinary Heroes ༄
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xikers ༄
STATUS: closed
༄ xikers love language ♡
༄ xikers reacting to you crying ♡
༄ xikers as dom/sub/switch ☆
༄ xikers MTL horny ☆
༄ xikers tits or ass ☆
༄ xikers as boyfriends ♡
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XngHan ༄
STATUS: open
༄ How it feels to be loved by Seunghan ♡
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number 2 on the 100 kisses list: wrapping your arms around your lover’s neck pairing. boyfriend!doyoung x reader word count. 898 notes. this has been in my drafts since sep 1st 2024??? 😭😭😭 suggestive towards the end bc doyoung is a menace <3
“How is my pretty baby doing?”
Doyoung wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as you chop some zucchini for tonight’s dinner.
“Good,” you reply.
“Thank you for cooking for us.”
“Of course. You’ve been working so hard lately, it’s the least I could do.”
another chime from jihoon's phone tells you that someone else has wished him a happy birthday. he tells you not to move as he stretches as best as he can without disturbing you, one arm still curled comfortably around you while you grab onto his laptop to keep it from sliding. it takes a few seconds of trying to snag the bottom of his phone by the protective case from the bedside table where it'd charging, but he pulls it into his grasp, holding it up to see that this time it's asahi, and the message is longer than what you can actually read.
"that's sweet," you hum, head still resting on his shoulder. you avert your eyes back to the laptop screen, tapping to pause the episode of the movie the two of you were watching. "everyone loves our sweet hoonie..."
he chuckles, and you can feel the vibration just barely. "not everyone," he says, typing out a response. a few seconds later, you hear that swish! and he sets his phone aside. "just the people that matter."
you snuggle closer again. the sound of waves crashing against the shore outside your hotel room make you feel drowsy all over again when you're cuddled up next to him, but you'll make it to the credits. today has been long with your beach day, complete with jihoon again trying to teach you how to surfe, but he had told you over cake at his birthday dinner that he wanted to watch a movie with you before the day was over.
"are you falling asleep?" he chuckles, pressing a kiss against your forehead.
"no." you pout a little at the accusation. "i'm fine. we don't have much left."
"it's okay if you fall asleep," he chuckles, patting your head a little before he unpauses the movie. "thank you for planning today."
you settle in, watching the screen despite the way your vision seems to blur, lids heavier than they were before. "of course," you murmur, draping an arm across him. "anything for you. happy birthday, my hoonie."
and he just chuckles, taking your hand so that he can kiss your knuckles. "goodnight, sleepyhead."
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hi! may i request a haruto smut? he’s already in a legal age but i cannot seem to find any haruto smut works here in tumblr even if he’s the same as jungwon whom i’ve seen so much smut works here in tumblr 🥹
‗ ❍ 𝕿𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
PAIRINGS | Watanabe Haruto x Fem! Reader
GENRE | Smut
WORD COUNT | 0.5k
WARNINGS | Teasing, swearing, pet names, mdni
SYNOPSIS | Your night took an unexpected turn whenever you both decide to finally make the next move.
NETWORKS | @blossomnet @starlit-network
A/N | Hello! I get what you mean, the Treasure community isn't really big on here unfortunately.
summary: when y/n seek out their boyfriend who hasn’t been home in a few days, they share a quiet yet intimate moment
( not ) warnings: reader can cook, kinda long ( which is why it took so long to upload ), author sucks at describing kissing 😀
pairing: gn! reader x idol! hamada asahi
genre: soulmate au ( red string, brief mention ), fluff, comfort
author note: trying to publish more stuff that involves idols instead of racing drivers
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being a leader came with responsibilities that kept asahi away for much longer than when he was just making music for the group. it was hard for them to adjust to his new role and how much pressure rested on his shoulders, but asahi’s career meant everything to him. y/n understood and suffered silently as their boyfriend practically moved into the yg building.
they had spoken with junkyu’s partner who felt the same way and decided on spending time with him at the company instead of sulking at home alone. even though junkyu didn’t pay much attention to them, being with him healed them a little.
so, y/n took their advice and decided to surprise asahi.
they glanced down at the red string threaded around their pinky before looking up at the sign that indicated where asahi is currently residing. y/n took a deep breath, pressed the numbers and opened his now unlocked door.
there he was.
their asahi.
his back was facing them, headphones on and head swaying slightly as he tapped his fingers against the desk. the small bin he kept under it was almost full, empty containers and plastic from the convenience store yg has.
“good thing i brought dinner. he probably hasn’t eaten a proper meal in a while”
they pushed his door closed and walked towards him slowly, making sure not to startle him.
they watched his fingers twitch against the desk as he whipped around, feeling a presence behind him. his eyes widened at the sight of them standing there, he quickly took off his headphones and stood up making y/n smile softly. asahi carefully reached out to intertwine their hands before giving them a small squeeze, proving to him that he isn’t imagining things.
“you’re here”
everything about him was gentle. from the way he spoke, to the way he looked at them, even the way he touched them. asahi saw them as something delicate, fragile even, like a piece of stained glass: "something so beautiful that he could only see admire from the distance. afraid of leaving fingerprints on such a heavenly masterpiece".
he's always had such a way with words.
“junkyu’s partner gave me the idea. i brought food too”
“thank you”
it went quiet after that, but neither minded. asahi threw on one of the many playlists he’s made for them before helping set up despite their protests. he’s always been a man who showed his love through actions when the right words escaped him or he believed were simply not enough. it shows in the way he remembers every tiny detail that they never thought was important nor necessary to remember, it shows on stage with certain yet subtle gestures that only they could understand, it shows in the way he looks for them in everything no matter where he goes, it show in the way he looks at them as if they’re the sun to his earth — the only thing that keeps him growing and flowing against the darkness that threatens to push through.
it was mostly silent between the couple as they ate, sometimes asahi would let out a sigh when he bit into one of their dishes ( oh how he missed having a home cooked meal ) or y/n would ask a question about his producing and if anything has changed in their schedule ( she just likes hearing him talk ).
“wanna listen to what i’m working on?” he asked timidly, cheeks heating up slightly at seeing y/n’s wide eyes
asahi had asked them once before. back then they denied, willingly to wait until it was set to be released.
“are you sure?” asahi nodded and took their free hand, making y/n place the empty container back down
he sat them in his chair before gently placing the headphones over their ears. they watched their boyfriend click away different files until one was left, which he pushed play on.
it started off slow, then his voice broke through. y/n felt their head sway to the beat as he sung with passion and the type of sadness that had fans clutching their hearts in pain as tears streamed down their face. hearing him sing in his native language as always gripped y/n more than him singing in korean. the lyrics were full of nothing, but love yet detailed the struggles he’s faced ( not that fans would know ) while being in a relationship with y/n.
they hadn’t even realised that they were crying until asahi gently dabbed their cheek with the sleeve of his cardigan. y/n turned towards him, headphones still on as the song continued to play while he brushed away their tears.
“asahi”
he knew they wouldn’t be able to hear him if he spoke due to the volume, so he only tilted his head, one hand still resting on their cheek.
“kiss me”
his lips parted in shock as their words, but asahi found himself leaning in. they’ve only been together for a few months and their physical affection towards each other still barely exists.
but, how could he reject them? especially when they’re looking at him like it was more of a need than a simple request.
asahi brought up his other hand and gently held their face as they both leaned forward. it felt like minutes had gone by until their lips touched, but when they did?
it was something unexplainable.
y/n has always been nervous about kissing someone, afraid of it being awkward or accidentally knocking into their teeth or head. it was a fear they’ve held that only increased when dating asshi, but of course, everything was easy with him.
it wasn’t like a firework had gone off, but more like the once raging ocean waves that crashed against each other had now calmed down and rippled softly.
asahi moved away first.
he didn’t want to.
oh, he wanted to stay with his lips pressed against their’s for as long as he could, but he needed to breathe.
y/n opened their eyes and stared at their boyfriend who smiled. his hands moved away from their face to take off their headphones, but y/n still continued to gaze at him in silence before he cleared his throat.
“so… you like the song?”
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“i love you”
both their eyes widened at y/n’s words. they gripped the armrest, ready to run when asahi let out a small chuckle before reaching for their hands.
“i love you too” he said before giving them a gentle squeeze
“i really liked the song”
“i wrote it for you”
“thank you?”
he just smiled at them before leaning in once more.
WANT YOU
pairing. idol!hyunsuk x idol!oc
warnings. smut. studio sex. dom! hyunsuk. oral (f receiving). dirty talk.
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i just wanna hold you, wanna party...
...tell me, do you wanna feel my body?
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