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[crushedlittleangel]

Hi sorry to bother but I was wondering if you could do a minsung one with Minho as the top and Han as the bottom and Han was disobeying Minho so Minho took him to their room and fvcked Han hard and rough sorry if this is too much also loved your posts and videos💜

Ofc! Hope you enjoy!!

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>Svngie was misbehaving after m1nho asked him to make lunch, so m1nho scooped him up and fucked him until he listened.<

[crushedlittleangel]

Heyy Can you maybe do a hyunchan Audio with Hyunjin Top and bangchan bottom and maybe with wet Sound take your time i love your Audios💞✨

Ofc! Hope you enjoy!

(It kinda sounds more like hyunjin is the bottom here, but it was the best audio i could find😭)

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[crushedlittleangel]

Audio of HYUNJIN grinding on a pillow and whimpering because his gf is not home and he doesn't know what to fuck on. PLEASE🩷🤤🤤

Here u goooo!! Enjoy!

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-Hyunjin was so needy.. but he just couldnt wait until his gf got home.. so he went to the closest thing and ended up grinding on his pillow, ruining the pillowcase.-

AGH MY CAPCUT FREE EXPORT THINGY IS DONE SO MY VIDS MIGHT BE LOWER QUALITY

[crushedlittleangel]

Haii, can u make an audio of minsung (Han bottom) getting destroyed by Leeknow ?

Pleaseee >//< 👅👅

Ofc! Enjoy! <3

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-Jisung kept being bratty and annoying minho, so obviously minho had to punish him-

[yonglixx]

chan’s happy face when felix picked him 🥹

[audreyyyml]

NSFW! 18+ Park. Jay audio!

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Dom!PJ } Jay wasn’t a public sex kind of guy, but you loved the thrilled of someone close to catching you getting it down, sometimes rarely he agreed. You had planned out a trip to the states for a visit.. and you had a idea. On the day of the flight you had bought sex chocolates without his knowing..

Once you two passed TSA you went towards your gate area. After some time your plane was ready to leave, and you two made your way to the seats. You asked Jay to take the chocolate, it was 'supposed' to help him relax. After the plane took off he was feeling uncomfortable... You asked him what was wrong and he looked at you with complete need... Next thing you know, you are pressed up against the wall of the bathroom as Jay is giving it to you from behind, 'trying' to stay quiet.

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[pikapipipu]

don’t expect me to be okay after this….

[n3onvsky]

✿ ── Put Your Head On My Shoulder ( mep)

playing ( I wanna be yours ) ── martin tries to stay focused, but a tiktok trend turns into endless giggles and kisses.

info ⊹ ࣪ ˖ fluff + sweet kisses + skinship + established relationship + martin edwards park × fem!reader

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miu ☆ soooo here's a martin fanficcc finalllyyyyyyy!! If you like my work don't forget to follow and support<33

The ring light was glaring at me from across the living room.

My phone was propped against a stack of thick art books on the coffee table. The camera was rolling, capturing the exact angle of the sofa.

I checked my reflection in the dark phone screen.

Perfect.

"Tinnn!" I yelled toward the hallway.

"Stop making beats for five seconds! We need to film a trend!"

A faint groan echoed from the small studio room down the hall. A second later, the bedroom door creaked open. Martin shuffled into the living room, wearing an oversized black hoodie, messy post-studio hair, and headphones dangling lazily around his neck.

He rubbed his eyes, blinking against the bright ring light.

"Babe, it's two in the morning. What trend are we doing now? Is this another one of those where I have to eat weird gummy bears?"

"Nahhh not at all,"

I laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down onto the couch right in front of the camera.

"Ok now quiet, sit right there and do not move."

Martin blinked, looking at the phone screen, then back at me.

"Okayy... am I in trouble? Did I forget an anniversary?"

"Shut up and just listen," I giggled, positioning myself directly behind him.

"Oh,"

Martin grinned, his face instantly lighting up with that goofy, heart-melting smile he always gets when he realizes we're about to do something playful.

"We're doing the hug trend. The clingy one."

"Exactly," I said.

I leaned over his back, wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders. I buried my face right into the crook of his neck, pressing my cheek against his soft hoodie.

Martin immediately let out a loud, dramatic sigh of relief, leaning his head back against my shoulder.

"Okay, action," I whispered.

"Wait," Martin said, turning his head slightly so his nose brushed my cheek.

"Are we allowed to talk, or do I just sit here looking like a victim?"

"You're not a victim, you're a handsome prop," I teased.

"Rude." He chuckled, a deep, warm rumble that vibrated right through his chest against my arms.

"My back hurts from writing basslines all day, and now my girlfriend is treating me like a weighted blanket."

"A weighted blanket that gives you free kisses," I murmured.

Without missing a beat, I pressed a soft, lingering kiss right against his jawline.

Martin’s eyes fluttered shut. His shoulders instantly melted down.

"Okay," he whispered, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

"That perk makes the abuse worth it."

"Be quiet, we're filming."

"I am quiet! I'm the quietest boyfriend in Seoul."

"You literally never stop talking."

"That is slander."

He tried to turn his head to argue further, but I caught him mid-turn, planting a quick, playful kiss straight on his lips.

Martin froze for half a second. Then, his eyes twinkled. He completely forgot about the camera, about the tripod, about the trend. His hands came up, wrapping securely around my wrists to lock me in place.

"Oh, so we're playing dirty now?" he whispered, his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone.

"I'm just following the script," I whispered back against his mouth.

"There was no script," he laughed softly, leaning in for another kiss.

This one wasn't a quick peck. It was warm, sweet, and slow, tasting faintly of the mint gum he'd chewed earlier.

The ring light casts a soft glow over our shoulders. On the phone screen, you could see the exact moment Martin completely gave up on looking cool for TikTok. He turned fully around on the couch, ignoring the camera frame entirely, and pulled me onto his lap.

"Martin, the framing!" I gasped between laughs.

"We're out of the shot!"

"Who cares about the shot?" he mumbled against my neck, peppering light, ticklish kisses all along my jawline, making me squirm and giggle uncontrollably.

"My girlfriend is ignoring me. I have to rectify the situation."

"I wasn't ignoring you, I was filming!"

"Same thing."

He wrapped both arms securely around my waist, burying his face in my hair. I could feel him smiling against my collarbone.

"You're warm," he mumbled, his voice muffled by his big t-shirt you were wearing.

"You're a heater."

"True."

He shifted slightly, adjusting us so we were both comfortably tangled together on the couch, half-leaning toward the floor where the camera was still blinking its little red recording light.

"Should we check if it recorded?" I asked, looking down at the phone.

"No," Martin said instantly, tightening his grip around me so I couldn't move away.

"Let it record. Let the whole fandom see how chaotic we are."

"They already know."

"Good."

He looked up at me, his dark eyes soft and affectionate under the studio lighting. All the playful teasing faded away for a second, replaced by that quiet, genuine sweetness that made my heart do a little flip every single time.

"You know," he murmured, reaching up with one hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, "you look really pretty when you try to boss me around."

"I'm always bossing you around."

"And I love every second of it."

He leaned up and pressed one final, lingering kiss to my lips, slow and tender, making everything around us just fade away.

"Okay," I whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him.

"We have to stop or the video is going to be twenty minutes long of us just cuddling."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Martin grinned.

"It's a wrap."

I reached down, tapped the stop button on the phone screen, and tossed it onto the couch cushions.

Martin didn't let go of me. He just dragged me down with him onto the pillows, pulling the fuzzy blanket from the back of the sofa over both of our shoulders.

"Forget TikTok," he whispered into the dark living room, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Movie timeeee!!"

[pikapipipu]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ જ soft loverboy hours

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁀➴  bf!martin + gf!reader 

⠀⠀⠀warnings𐙚tags ⋆ pure fluff, humor, super clingy martin, endless pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, my love) soft kisses & tight hugs, curse!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𐙚wc ⋆ ~1.2k ♡

‧₊˚ ⋅ ☁️ — headcanons below ! ♡

• Every time you walk through the door, Martin stops whatever he’s doing, crosses the room in three big steps, and pulls you into the tightest hug. “Fuck, I missed you, my love,” he mumbles into your hair like you were gone for weeks instead of hours

• He’s clingy in the softest way, if you’re working or studying at home, he’ll drag a chair right next to yours so your legs can touch while he quietly plays on his phone or reads. Every few minutes he leans over to press a kiss to your temple.

• Martin keeps a little “you” playlist on his phone. He adds songs that make him think of you and plays it when you’re in the car together, singing the cheesy parts dramatically just to make you laugh.

• Random soft compliments hit you out of nowhere. You’re brushing your teeth? “How the hell are you this cute even with toothpaste everywhere?” You’re doing laundry? “My love looks unreal folding socks, what the fuck.”

• Movie nights always end with him wrapped around you like a vine. If you try to move he whines, “Don’t you dare, I just got comfortable. Stay with your man.”

• Martin keeps a photo of you as his lockscreen and wallpaper. When his friends tease him he just shrugs “She’s the best thing in my life, why wouldn’t I look at her every chance I get?”

• He loves holding your face in both hands before kissing you, slow, deep, and a little bit desperate like he still can’t believe you’re his.

• Late at night when you’re both half asleep, he’ll trace “I love you” on your skin with his finger over and over until you fall asleep smiling.

• If you’re ever cold, he immediately shrugs off his jacket or hoodie and wraps you in it, then pulls you into his lap to warm you up properly. “Can’t have my baby freezing on me.”

• He brags about you in the most casual, lover-boy way. Talking to anyone? “Yeah my partner is amazing, she put up with my clingy ass every day and still love me. I don’t deserve her.”

• Rainy days mean building a pillow fort in the living room, turning off all the lights, and spending hours talking about everything and nothing while he plays with your fingers.

• He calls you “bae” when he’s being playful, “princess” when he’s feeling soft, and “my love” when the feelings get too big for anything else and “wife” even though you’re not married yet he’s practicing.

• Whenever you achieve something, big or small, he celebrates like you won the lottery. Flowers, your favorite dessert, and the proudest hug while he repeats “That’s my baby. So fucking proud of you.”

• Morning person? Absolutely not. But he’s the clingiest when he’s half-asleep. He’ll hook an arm around your waist and drag you back into bed with a grumpy, “Five more minutes, my love."

• He keeps a little polaroid of you in his wallet. When he thinks you’re not looking, he’ll pull it out, smile like an idiot, and whisper “Lucky as fuck” to himself.

• After a long day, he loves when you let him rest his head in your lap. He’ll trace lazy circles on your thigh.

• Random “I love you”s hit you like trucks. You’ll be brushing your teeth and he’ll appear in the mirror behind you, wrap his arms around you, and go, “I’m so fucking in love with you it’s stupid.”

• Martin is dramatic as hell. If you tease him even a little, he’ll clutch his chest: “Wow. Betrayed. By my own girlfriend. In my own house. I’m filing for emotional damages.”

• He tries to cook for you sometimes and it usually ends in disaster. Smoke alarm goes off? He’s yelling “IT’S FINE, PRINCESS, THIS IS AMBIANCE” while frantically waving a towel at it.

• Inside jokes galore. He’ll randomly whisper “remember the incident” in public and both of you lose it while everyone else is confused.

• 2 a.m. conversations where he’s half on top of you, playing with your hair: “I can’t believe you chose me, man. I hit the jackpot.”

• He falls asleep fastest when you’re scratching his back or running your fingers through his hair. The second you stop he wakes up like “Hey… why’d you betray me like that?”

• Loves surprising you with little things. Random flowers, your favorite snacks restocked without you asking, or notes hidden around the house that say shit like “you make my dumbass heart do stupid flips, love you.”

•He wakes up first (barely) and just watches you sleep for a minute, then pulls you closer and presses lazy kisses all over your face until you giggle. “Five more minutes, my love. I’m not ready to share you with the world yet.”

• He’ll do the most ridiculous impressions or tell bad jokes just to hear you laugh. If you’re having a rough day he turns into a full comedian, complete with horrible dance moves, until you’re cracking up and calling him an idiot. Then he’ll scoop you up and say, “Yeah but I’m your idiot, princess.”

• Gets genuinely offended on your behalf. Someone was rude to you? He’s immediately in protective mode, muttering, “I’ll fuckin’ end them… but after I make you tea and cuddle the stress out of you, okay?”

• He’s the big spoon 90% of the time, arm locked around your waist, face buried in your hair. Sometimes he’ll whisper soft shit like “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m never letting you go, my love.”

• Date nights can be fancy or super lazy. He’s equally happy taking you out somewhere nice or building a pillow fort and watching trash reality TV while feeding you popcorn. Both end with him pulling you close and mumbling, “Best night ever. Love you so fuckin’ much.”

• Random love attacks. You’ll be scrolling on your phone and suddenly he’s peppering your face with kisses going “I just really fuckin’ love you, okay? Had to make sure you knew.”

• The softest “I love you”: When you’re both half-asleep, he’ll press a kiss to your temple and whisper it so gently it almost doesn’t sound like him. Then he’ll squeeze you tighter like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

• Soft moments hit hard when you least expect them. You’ll be reading or scrolling on your phone and suddenly feel him watching you. He cups your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and whispers, “I’m so fucking gone for you, you know that?” before kissing you slow and sweet.

• Grocery shopping? His arm is slung around your shoulders the whole time. Movie theater? Hand on your thigh, playing with your fingers. If you’re out with friends he’s still glued to your side, occasionally leaning down to murmur dumb jokes or “you look so fucking cute right now” in your ear just to watch you blush.

• He loves when you lie on his chest. Runs his fingers through your hair and talks quietly about his day or random future plans that always include you. If you fall asleep first he stays awake a little longer just to watch you, occasionally muttering “I love you so damn much” under his breath.

• When you’ve had a long day, he pulls you into his lap, wraps you up completely, and just holds you. No talking needed unless you want it. He’ll press his lips to your temple and murmur, “I’ve got you, baby. Always.”

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[pikapipipu]

DATING IN THE KITCHEN.

PAIRING! • bf!martin x gf!reader

SYNOPSIS! • a lazy Sunday in the kitchen turns into the softest kind of perfect when your boyfriend Martin decides that baking cookies is way more fun when it involves stealing kisses, leaving flour on each other’s cheeks, and reminding you, between giggles and forehead kisses, that he’s never getting tired of loving you.

Fluff, Established Relationship, Baking Together, Soft Boyfriend Martin, Kitchen Kisses, Light Teasing, Comfort

You were halfway through stacking the mixing bowls when Martin’s arms snuck around your waist from behind, his chin dropping onto your shoulder with a dramatic sigh. His hair was still messy from the nap he’d taken earlier, sticking up in three different directions.

“Baby,” he mumbled into your hoodie, voice all sleepy and warm, “if you keep looking this cute while measuring flour I’m gonna combust.”

You laughed, trying to elbow him gently, but he only squeezed tighter, swaying both of you side to side like you were slow-dancing in the tiny kitchen. “Martin, we’re never gonna finish these cookies if you keep—”

He spun you around mid-sentence, grinning so wide his eyes crinkled into happy little half-moons. That smile always hit you right in the chest. Not the polished one he gave his friends or the polite one for strangers, this one was crooked on one side, a little dopey, and one hundred percent yours.

“Hi,” he whispered, like he hadn’t seen you in years instead of twenty minutes.

“Hi, dork.” You booped his nose with a floury finger, leaving a white streak across it. Instead of wiping it off, he leaned in and rubbed it against your cheek like an overexcited puppy.

Now you both had matching flour war paint.

He looked ridiculous and perfect and your heart did that stupid fluttery thing it always did around him. You wanted to squish his cheeks until he made that squeaky protest noise, but you settled for grabbing his face with both hands and planting a loud kiss on the flour spot.

Martin’s ears went pink. They always did when you caught him off guard with affection.

“You’re dangerous,” he muttered, but he was already chasing your lips for another kiss, soft and sweet and tasting faintly of the strawberry lip balm you’d shared earlier. When he pulled back, his eyes were half-lidded and sparkly. “I’m gonna marry you one day, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes even as your stomach flipped. “You say that every time we bake.”

“Because every time we bake you get flour on your nose and look illegally adorable and I have to remind myself I’m a patient man.” He kissed the tip of your nose for emphasis. “Patient. Very patient. But still gonna marry you.”

The cookies were half-forgotten on the counter. Martin noticed and gasped like they’d personally betrayed him.

“Nooo, our babies!” He clutched a bag of chocolate chips to his chest. “We can’t neglect them. Quick, be my taste-tester.”

He held out a single chocolate chip like it was treasure. When you leaned in to take it, he popped it into his own mouth instead and kissed you before you could complain, sweet, melty chocolate and laughter all mixed together.

“You’re the worst,” you giggled against his lips.

“Your worst,” he corrected proudly, bumping his forehead to yours. “C’mere, I have an idea.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Just lifted you up onto the counter (with a little grunt that made you laugh) and stepped between your knees. Then he handed you the spoon and kept his arms looped around you while you stirred the dough together. Every few seconds he’d press a tiny kiss somewhere, your temple, your shoulder, the spot right under your ear that made you shiver.

The kitchen smelled like sugar and vanilla and him. Soft music played from his phone, some lo-fi playlist he swore helped the cookies bake better. Flour dusted both your shirts. There was a smear of brown sugar on his jaw.

You reached up to wipe it off with your thumb and he caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your wrist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Love you,” he said quietly, no teasing this time. Just simple and sure, like breathing. “Like… stupid amounts. The kind that makes me wanna keep you in my hoodie pocket forever.”

Your heart did the aggressive squeeze thing again. You buried your face in his neck so he wouldn’t see how hard you were smiling.

“I love you too”

He hugged you tighter, rocking gently to the music while the cookie dough sat abandoned beside you. Neither of you cared. The cookies could wait. Everything could wait.

Right now the only thing that mattered was Martin’s warm arms, his quiet laugh vibrating against your cheek, and the way he kept whispering “my baby” like he still couldn’t believe he got to call you that.

And honestly?

You couldn’t believe it either.

But you were keeping him anyway. Forever, if he’d let you.

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[aeriynn]

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[missyangkim]

-DRUNK SEX HEESEUNG AUDIO

warning!nsfw

MDNI!!! i’m begging you

you and heeseung were out at a club and took at lot of shots resulting in drunk sex

missyangkim’s note- uh i’ve been busy these past days so sorry that i haven’t posted much

[sikhyetteok]

HAN𖹭CHANGBIN • "RUN IT" IN SEOUL DAY #3

[xobangchan]

rent free in my head 21/∞: 𝓰𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷 railway version

[xobangchan]

category: yearning 🙂‍↕️

[ksmutaudio]

Bangchan smut audio

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