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[simp4jungwonn]

Thank you I’m glad you guys like my audios they’re really hard to do sometimes the only hard part is finding audios that match the members 😭💔

Heeey, I’m loving your blog! I think it’s super cool that the audios come with captions/a story below—it really helps spark the imagination, you know? I’m honestly in love, by the way!

[simp4jungwonn]

Heeey, I’m loving your blog! I think it’s super cool that the audios come with captions/a story below—it really helps spark the imagination, you know? I’m honestly in love, by the way!

[simp4jungwonn]

For my anon request the niki audio is posted I will do sunoo and jungwon’s tomorrow I got busy and then I got high and started watching en o’ clock now I’m sleepy please forgive me 💔😭😭

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Baby plsss Need more niki audios can't get enough bro is hot 😞

Yessss he’s indeed hot asf

Niki smut audio 18+ (mdni)

Niki loves when you ride his dick like a good slut

[simp4jungwonn]

Sunoo and niki audios will be posted later tonight

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WHY TF IS THERE OLD MEN IN MY COMMENTS

[simp4jungwonn]

Currently tryna find a audio for niki but it’s so hard I’m struggling

[simp4jungwonn]

Omg omg gurllll can u make a Niki smut when they were at coachella and Niki turned to his hotel room all sweaty and tired but reader just wants to do it so they end up having it rough since he got annoyed

Oouhhhh yes gawd 😛

Coachella

It’s late at night at the desert-edged hotel just off the Coachella grounds. The final beats of ENHYPEN’s set still hum through the air, but inside Niki’s suite, it’s heavy with the scent of sweat and adrenaline.

Niki and you enter the hotel room, he throws his towel onto a chair, shirt clinging wetly to his back. His breathing is sharp, Coachella’s heat and the crowd’s roar still pulsing through his veins. You slip in behind him, fingers brushing against the silky fabric of his tank top. “You smell so good,and you looked so good on stage” you murmur, voice husky with want. Niki barely glances at you, irritation flickering in his eyes.

You step closer to him, your heart thudding uncontrollably in your chest,you cling to him from behind.

He pulls back, a low chuckle of annoyance. “Not now,” he snaps but there’s a flicker in his jaw that hints at something else… desire.

You meets his gaze, steady. “I need you,” you say softly, but firmly. “I��ve waited all day and watching you on that stage only made me wat you more.” You say softly. His annoyance melts into something fiercer. There’s a pause a flash of conflict then he grips your wrists and guides you toward the bed. “Fine, you want dick, you want me to fuck you, that’s what you’ll get” he growls, voice low. “But don’t think I’m doing this because you asked nicely or that I’m gonna go soft on you” he says while practically ripping your clothes off.

Niki’s hands move with urgent purpose over your body, he pins your shoulders to the mattress, his own body pressing you down. He leans down and kisses your down leading to your collarbone his warm wet mouth giving you chills. He positions himself at your entrance deliberate, slow so she can feel every inch. Y/N gasps as he buries himself deeper inside you, filling you completely. Your eyes lock with his, before he pulls out and thrusts hard. Making you scream “niki!” You scream out and he covers your mouth and leans down by your ear “shut the fuck up, do you want people in this public hotel to hear you?” He whispers sternly in your ear while still thrusting in you and all you can do is moan and shake your head.

“Then be quiet baby” he says still serious but with a bit of gentleness in his voice. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and speeds up, The bed creaks under their weight. Niki’s movements are fast and impatient each thrust was rough, rhythmic push sending pleasure through you. You wraps your legs around his waist, anchoring him, matching his pace.

“Fuck” niki groans

Your fingers twist in his sweat-damp hair as he buries himself deeper, slamming into you over and over. Your soft cries echo in the room, mixing with the low thrum of music still pulsing outside.

As his pace quickens, you breath comes in ragged bursts. Niki’s grip tightens on your hips and leans forward again, his chest flush against hers, and with a final, powerful thrust, you both cum.

“Riki!”

You cry out his name loud and shuddering your body clenching around him. He lets out a breathy growl slipping past his lips as he collapses on top of you.

“Fuck y/n” he says in between gasps.

They lie tangled, hearts pounding. Niki rolls to his side, pulls you close, and tangles one arm around your shoulder. Your head rests against his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heartbeat.

Niki: “Maybe next time…ask quieter.”

You laugh breathlessly, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

[simp4jungwonn]

can you make a jw audioo?

As in wonie? Orrrr someone else my brain isn’t braining rn

[simp4jungwonn]

can u make a Sunoo Audio?

Of course boo 😛❤️‍🔥

Btw if you guys ever have any questions or requests just send them in my “ask me” I’ll answer

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Thank you guys for all the likes and reblogs I honestly wasn’t expecting to get that many likes on this

Heeseung nsfw audio

❤️‍🔥Heeseung being overstimulated by your tight wet pussy ❤️‍🔥

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“Let’s make a movie, baby.” — ENHYPEN

SUMMARY. Remember that time—the night before he had to leave for tour, when you grabbed your boyfriend’s phone while he was in it, and started recording? For memories sake?

GENRE. Nothing short of whorish $mut.

THEMES. Established!Relationship, You’re a naughty, naughty girl :). Cuss words per usual

AUTHOR��S NOTE. As you guys know, the parasite in me wrote this, not me. Enjoy.

HEESEUNG

He was too lost in you—eyes squeezed tighter than your pussy around him, thrusts sloppier than the head you just gave him—to even notice you reaching for his phone at first.

How could you two go two whole months without this? The comforting weight of his stomach pressed against your back, the delicious stretch of him inside you, the way he barely grazed your spot—just enough to make you needy for more.

“Hee…” you whimper, voice breaking to match the rhythm of his thrusts. You press record, your half-lidded eyes flickering open just enough to capture what you’ve never been able to see before.

And so does he.

His eyes, already heavy with lust, darken the moment he realizes what you’re doing—what you’ve done. You’re filming him. On his phone. And just like that, something clicks.

His gaze locks onto his own reflection—low, pussy drunk, and seductive—as if to say, it’s showtime.

His right hand catches your jaw, tilting your face toward the camera, and suddenly, he’s fucking you like he has something to prove.

“You wanna leave me with a memory, hm?” He grunts, each word punctuated with a sharp thrust. “Then I’m gonna leave you with my cum in your pussy, baby.”

The smirk you had falters immediately. Your body betrays you—your mouth gasps at the first deep stroke, your fingers clutching the phone desperately as he hits your spot over and over and over again.

He presses his lips against yours, swallowing every broken moan, tasting the mess he’s turning you into. The kiss is sloppy, tongues sliding against each other, but it doesn’t matter—you’re both too far gone.

Your arms are shaking. The phone feels heavier with every thrust, but you refuse to let go.

And Heeseung notices.

He pulls away from your lips, smirking into the camera before glancing down at you. Your head falls limp in his grip just as he decides he’s done teasing—no more grazing your spot, no more holding back.

Now, he’s fucking you like he means it.

Your moans cut off into choked gasps as your body jerks, waves of pleasure building fast, and he’s laughing.

Yes, laughing.

You thought he was fucking you as hard as he could. He wasn’t.

And now, as you struggle to form a single coherent thought, as your mouth hangs open, drool pooling onto his forearm, and your legs shake violently around him—he knows it.

Heeseung looks straight into the camera like the cocky bastard he is, watching with deep satisfaction as you finally break—cumming all over his cock.

Jay

The two of you haven’t broken eye contact once since he pressed himself inside you.

His rhythm is steady, each slow, deliberate thrust sending heat crawling up your spine. His hands move over your skin gently, as if he’s savoring every second of you beneath him. There’s no rush—just the deep, quiet intimacy of him wrapped around you, inside you, owning you in every way.

“I’m going to miss you so much, baby.”

The words slip from his lips before he can stop them, his breath coming out shaky. He’s trying to keep it together—trying not to fall apart inside you right now—but you’re so wet, so fucking perfect around him, that every time he pulls out, your arousal drips onto his cock, making everything even messier.

“Mhm,” he groans at the feeling, his eyes fluttering briefly, his resolve crumbling.

You nod, but your attention shifts—you reach for his phone resting on the desk beside the bed.

For the first time tonight, his focus breaks from yours. His thrusts slow to a halt, brows furrowing as he watches you navigate to the camera.

“What are you doing?” he whispers, cheek brushing against yours as his eyes lock onto the screen.

And fuck—seeing himself on top of you, his body covering yours so perfectly, your legs tangled together, the way you look beneath him, utterly wrecked—it knocks the air from his lungs.

This is where you belong.

“Keep fucking me,” you purr, hitting record before turning back to him, running your tongue slowly up his jaw.

You feel it immediately. The way his heart starts pounding against your chest, the way his breath catches. For a moment, he’s frozen.

You know him.

He’s debating. Too caught off guard to think straight, too turned on to deny how fucking hot this is.

But when you buck your hips up at him—impatient, needy, determined—it’s over.

He lets out a low, shaky exhale.

“Keep fucking you?” he murmurs, voice dangerous, his eyes flickering from the screen back to you. “That’s what you want, baby? You wanna make a movie with me?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, melting into him, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

That’s all he needs to hear.

Jay repositions, gripping your waist firmly before rolling his hips deep into you, his slow, calculated strokes picking up right where they left off—except now, there’s something different.

Something carnal.

Something desperate.

Every movement feels like he’s drowning in you, like he’s trying to memorize you, burn this moment into his brain before the night is over.

His forehead presses against yours, sweat beading at his temple, his breath heavy, and then—his lips find yours.

But it’s not just a kiss.

It’s hungry, messy, so deep and intoxicating that your grip on the phone nearly slips. His tongue slides past your lips, exploring your mouth with a possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine. You can taste the heat between you—the need, the addiction, the way his desire for you is threatening to swallow him whole.

And when your moans start spilling out, mixing with his, when your bodies move in sync, when the air between you becomes so thick with tension it’s unbearable—he loses himself completely.

Jay’s grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts turning harder, faster, as if he’s holding onto you for dear life. The desperation in his movements, in the way he’s clinging to you, in the way he presses himself closer, deeper, stronger—it all tells you exactly what he can’t say out loud.

This isn’t just about sex.

This is him worshipping you.

And judging by the way your body is already unraveling beneath him, how your fingers claw into his back, how you gasp his name, he knows you feel it too.

Jake

The two of you were always so in sync, and right now, it’s no different. You reach for his phone, fingers brushing the screen, but before you can even get a grip on it, Jake’s hand is already there. His movements are fluid, controlled—his thumb already swiping across the screen, unlocking it like he’s done it a hundred times before, with the same quiet confidence that always radiates from him.

“You want to record this, huh?” he murmurs, voice steady, with that teasing edge you love. There’s no question in his tone, only the kind of quiet understanding that makes your pulse quicken. He doesn’t even need to ask if you’re sure. His gaze is dark, expectant, as he angles the phone, positioning it with a practiced hand. The smirk on his lips tells you this wasn’t something you had to suggest—he had already thought of it before you did.

You open your mouth to say something, but the words die in your throat as he leans in, just close enough for you to feel his breath against your ear. “Don’t worry, baby. I got us covered,” he whispers, his voice rich and low, sending a shiver down your spine. There’s something about the way he’s in control, about how he already knows what you want before you even have to ask, that makes everything feel even more intimate, more thrilling.

He presses a soft kiss to the curve of your jaw, his lips moving slowly down your neck, tracing a path of warmth that lingers long after he’s pulled away. Meanwhile, his hand slips to your waist, pulling you in closer, just like he knows you want him to. You can’t help but melt against him, your breath hitching as you feel him respond to the subtle shift in your body. His touch becomes deliberate, as if he’s savoring every second of this, every inch of skin he’s allowed to claim.

You don’t wait for him to take control completely. Instead, you lean back slightly, giving him a mockingly innocent look before you tease, “You know, this is all for you, right?”

He meets your eyes then, his expression soft yet burning with intensity. The phone is positioned just right, the screen capturing both your faces, but there’s something in the way he looks at you now—something deeper than desire. It’s a look that says he’s not just giving you a memory for later. He’s creating a moment between you two, one that’s real and raw and completely consumed with the heat of the now.

Without breaking eye contact, he moves again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss so slow, it feels like he’s trying to memorize the taste of you. His body presses against yours, slow, controlled—yet there’s an undeniable urgency, the rhythm of your connection building like a steady tide. He’s savoring the way you respond to him, the way you press back into him, and the way his own pulse quickens, matching yours.

His fingers slip beneath your shirt, tracing the outline of your spine, each touch deliberate and slow. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs between kisses, voice thick with desire. “So fucking beautiful.” The phone captures everything—your flushed face, his darkened gaze, the quiet sounds of your breaths filling the space around you. The knowledge that this moment is being preserved only makes everything feel even more intense, more intimate.

“It’s all mine? Hm?” He questions, his keeping your legs open and sturdy.

“Every inch.” You chuckle seductively.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon’s rhythm is steady, his pace slow, deep, and controlled.

He’s taking his time with you—dragging it out, making every thrust count, savoring the way you squeeze around him like you never want to let him go.

And fuck, you don’t.

Not when this is the last time you’ll have him like this for weeks—maybe months.

His grip on your waist tightens, his movements fluid, effortless, like he knows exactly how to pull you apart. The way his jaw clenches, his brows furrow—he’s focused, determined, but there’s a glint in his eyes that tells you he’s just as caught up in this as you are.

And that’s when you do it.

You reach for his phone.

Not sneaky. Not hesitant. Just bold as hell.

Sunghoon barely has time to process what’s happening before he feels the shift—your fingers wrapping around the device, unlocking it like you’ve done it a thousand times before.

His thrusts slow, his eyes flicking down to where you hold the phone, the screen lighting up against the dim room.

His gaze snaps back to yours.

“What are you doing?” he breathes, voice rough, his forehead nearly touching yours.

You smirk, lifting the phone just enough to angle the camera, your expression playful but knowing.

“Leaving you a present.”

The second the words leave your mouth, something in him snaps.

His grip on your hips tightens, his pace picking up instantly, his cock slamming into you with a sharp, deliberate force that knocks the air from your lungs.

“Oh, you wanna leave me a present, hm?” he taunts, voice dark, amused. His hand wraps around your throat, his thumb pressing just enough to make your pulse spike. “You want me to have something to watch while I’m gone?”

You nod, biting your lip, eyes fluttering at the way his dominance overtakes you completely.

He grabs the phone from your hands—angles it perfectly, just enough to capture your wrecked expression, the way your body bounces with every sharp thrust.

“Look at you,” he breathes, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip. “You want me to watch this when I’m gone? Want me to jerk off to the way I fuck you?”

Your fingers claw at his back, your mouth opening to respond, but the words come out broken—nothing but desperate moans spilling past your lips.

And he loves it.

His smirk widens, his thrusts turning brutal, each stroke hitting deeper, sharper—like he’s making sure you won’t forget this either.

“Mmm, yeah,” he groans, staring into the camera like the cocky bastard he is. “You’re not gonna last, baby. Look at you—already falling apart on me.”

His grip tightens on your jaw, tilting your face so you’re forced to look at the screen.

Forced to watch how good he’s fucking you.

Your breath stutters, body trembling, and the second he lowers the phone, capturing the way he disappears into you with every stroke, you feel yourself snap.

He grins, watching you fall apart, his own restraint slipping as he chases his high, his movements growing erratic, desperate, possessive.

And when he finally buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a shuddered groan, he tilts the camera back up—catching the way your lips part, the way your body still twitches from the aftershocks.

The way you’re still his.

Sunghoon smirks into the camera, lifting a brow as he murmurs—

“Yeah… this’ll do.”

Sunoo

It’s soft at first.

Sunoo moves slowly, rolling his hips into you with lazy, teasing strokes, his lips brushing against yours, his breath warm, sweet, intoxicating.

His fingertips trace nonsense shapes against your waist, his touch light, playful—like he’s taking his time, like he’s enjoying just being here, feeling you wrapped around him.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he hums, voice dripping with affection, amusement.

He’s smiling against your lips, his tone saccharine, but you can feel the heat behind it—the way his movements are just a little too calculated, the way he’s holding back.

You can tell he’s waiting.

Waiting for you to lose patience.

And of course, you do.

Your fingers curl around his phone, grabbing it from where it rests on the pillow beside you.

Not sneaky. Not shy.

Just bold.

Sunoo feels it immediately—the slight shift in balance, the way your grip tightens, the way the dim glow of the screen illuminates your face.

His rhythm falters.

For the first time tonight, his movements pause.

And when he finally pulls back, just enough to meet your eyes—

The look on his face?

Deadly.

His lips curl into a slow, wicked smirk, his expression shifting from sweet to something far more dangerous.

“What’s this?” he purrs, his tone still light, teasing, but you can hear the mischief lurking underneath.

You bite your lip, angling the camera just right, making sure it captures everything—the way he’s hovering over you, the way his hair is sticking to his forehead, the way his bare shoulders glow under the dim lighting.

“Leaving you a present,” you murmur, voice dripping with seduction.

His brows raise, his smirk widening.

“Oh?”

Then—

He snatches the phone from your grip.

And suddenly, you’re no longer the one in control.

He lights up, his playfulness turning deadly, consuming.

He flips the camera, making sure it’s on you.

Making sure you see what he sees.

“Oh, you like watching yourself get ruined?” he breathes, tilting his head, his fingers gripping your jaw as he angles the phone perfectly.

You barely have time to process the shift before his hips snap forward, driving into you with a force that has your eyes rolling back.

You gasp, your body jolting, but all you hear is him laughing.

Laughing.

Like he loves seeing you like this.

“Mm, baby, look at you,” he coos, pressing his lips to your cheek before pulling back just enough to let you see yourself on the screen.

The way your body shakes, the way your mouth hangs open, the way your fingers are digging into his back—it’s a sight.

And Sunoo?

He’s fucking living for it.

“This is cute,” he murmurs, smirking as he presses a soft, almost mocking kiss to your lips. “I’ll make sure to save it.”

His pace doesn’t falter once.

If anything, he deepens it, making sure you feel every inch of him, every stroke, making sure you know that even when he’s teasing you, he’s still in full control.

And when you finally fall apart, body shaking, back arching, his eyes gleam with pure satisfaction.

He presses one last kiss to your jaw before looking straight into the camera—

And winking.

Jungwon

Your legs are spread over his lap, body flush against his, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

Jungwon never rushes.

His pace is calculated, his movements fluid—each slow, deep thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body, making your head spin.

He’s watching you.

Observing every little reaction—the way your fingers twitch against his chest, the way your breath stutters when he shifts his hips just right, the way your thighs start to tremble, like you’re already on the verge of breaking.

And he loves it.

“So sensitive,” he murmurs, voice soft, almost teasing. “Haven’t even done anything yet.”

You let out a breathless laugh, your arms tightening around his shoulders.

“You think so?” you challenge, a playful lilt to your voice.

And then—without hesitation—you reach for his phone, snatching it from where it rests on the bed beside him.

His eyes darken immediately.

His movements stop.

The playful smirk on your lips falters slightly as you look up at him, finding his expression unreadable—his jaw tight, gaze sharp.

For a second, he doesn’t say anything.

He just watches.

Then—his lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk.

“You wanna test me, baby?”

Your breath catches.

Before you can respond, he moves.

With effortless strength, he shifts, his grip on your waist tightening as he flips you onto your back in one smooth motion.

You barely have time to react before he’s on you, his body caging you in, his knee pressing between your legs, keeping them wide open.

“Go ahead.”

His voice is low, commanding.

He nudges the phone toward you, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

“If you’re gonna record, do it right.”

Your lips part, a shiver running down your spine at the sudden shift in power.

Jungwon leans in, pressing his mouth to the corner of your jaw, his breath hot against your skin.

“Make sure you get all of it.”

You barely manage to hit record before he snaps his hips forward, the force of it making your back arch off the bed, a choked gasp escaping your lips.

He laughs, low and satisfied.

“What’s wrong?” he taunts, his hand gripping your throat lightly, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. “You started this, baby. You can take it, right?”

The camera is still rolling, capturing everything—the way your body jolts with every precise, unrelenting thrust, the way his expression remains so calm, collected, like he’s barely even trying.

And then—he looks straight into the camera.

“This is what you wanted, huh?”

His pace doesn’t falter, his grip on your throat keeping you in place as he watches you come undone beneath him.

And just when you think he’s going to let you go, just when you think you’ve reached your limit—

His fingers slide between your thighs, pressing against your swollen clit with dangerous precision.

Your body jerks, a broken sob slipping from your lips, your vision blurring.

Jungwon smirks.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as your body trembles in his hold. “Now, let’s make sure you remember this, too.”

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Break up sex

Pairing: boyfriend niki x black fem reader

Genre: angst and smut

Warning: unprotected sex,crying,vulgar language (mdni)

You and niki have been fighting about everything and anything lately, now niki has had enough he’s packing his bags while you sit there watching him in tears. You sit on the edge of the bed, blanket clutched to your chest, watching as he folds his last hoodie.

Ni-ki won’t look at you. His jaw is tight, eyes down, movements robotic. like packing is easier if he doesn’t think too much about it.

“So that’s it?” you whisper and he pauses.

“You’re just gonna leave?”

His shoulders stiffen, but he doesn’t answer. You can’t hold it back anymore. “You said you’d never give up on me.” “I’m not giving up,” he snaps quietly. “I’m letting go before we both break.”

You blink at him, throat burning.

“Speak for yourself,” you bite. “I am breaking.”

He finally turns to look at you. And his expression cracks.

“Do you think this is easy for me?” he whispers. “Do you think I want this?” You don’t say anything. There’s nothing left to say.

But when he sees the tears building in your eyes, something in him fractures.

He crosses the room slowly. Sits beside you.

Reaches out, hesitant and touches your face. His thumb brushes your cheek, catching the tear before it falls. And then he whispers it, low and broken.

“Let me feel you. Just one last time.”

You’re already pulling him closer.

Ni-ki kisses you like a goodbye.

Slow. Lingering. Heavy with everything he won’t say.

He undresses you like a memory his fingers trembling, lips kissing over every inch of skin he used to call home. He whispers your name like a prayer as he lays you back. “You always looked so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, hovering above you. “Laid out for me.”

Your hands find his waist, tugging him down until your bodies align.

“You still want me?” you whisper.

“Always” He answers while kissing you deep, tongue stroking yours, hips grinding against your heat until you’re breathless.

Then he slides in making you both gasp.

It’s too much but it’s not enough.

He fucks you slow at first, eyes never leaving yours. His hands grip your thighs like they’re his anchor.

Your fingers curl into his back. “You feel like home,” you whisper.

He swallows hard. “Don’t say that,” he pleads. “You’ll make me stay.”

Your body arches into his. “Then stay.”

He shakes his head, even as he keeps moving inside you. “You know we’re not good like this.”

“You’re good now. You’re good here.”

He groans and fucks you harder.

“I hate that I still love you,” he growls against your neck. “I love you too,” you breathe, tears slipping down your cheeks.

He wipes them away with shaky fingers, kissing each one like it hurts to see.

“I was supposed to let go.”

You hook your legs around his waist. “Then don’t.”

His rhythm stutters. He drops his head into the crook of your neck, breathing hard.

“Say it again,” he begs. “Don’t leave.”

And something in him breaks.

He pulls out and flips you over then presses you into the mattress and slides back in from behind, one hand on your waist, the other gripping your hair at the base.

“This pussy’s always been mine,” he mutters, breath ragged. “It’s yours,” you cry out, your body trembling from the deep, aching strokes.

“Still feels like you were made for me.” You moan louder, pushing back on him, desperate to hold onto every second.

He leans down, wrapping his arms around you, chest to your back, thrusts never stopping.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he chokes out. “Fuck— I can’t go.”

You both fall apart together.

You cum first you’re shaking, crying, sobbing and screaming his name and he follows seconds later, still buried inside you, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he’s trying to fuse your bodies into one. You both collapse into the sheets.

For a long time, neither of you speaks. Just breathing. Holding. Finally, he whispers into your shoulder:

“I was halfway out the door… and you still made me stay.”

You smile through your tears. “Because you still love me.”

He nods.

“And maybe… we’re not done yet.”

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Literally

Heeseung nsfw audio

❤️‍🔥Heeseung being overstimulated by your tight wet pussy ❤️‍🔥

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The members as your bf head canon?

[simp4jungwonn]

A/n I decided to make a a scene of this to give you guys a visual of the audio

Pairing: Lonely,horny boyfriend sunghoon who misses you

Warning: masturbating,sunghoon having dirty thoughts about you

Sunghoon sinks onto the edge of his dorm bed, head spinning with images of you. He’s just finished a grueling run-through of choreography, sweat still clinging to his skin, but it’s your voice in his ear, soft moans and your laughter, that he can’t shake. Every tight hip-roll, every curve of your body in that slinky stage outfit flashes behind his eyelids.

His hand drifts over his sweatpants, pressing against his hard dick beneath. His breaths come faster as he recalls the way you pressed against him last time the way your thighs felt wrapped around his waist, your breath hot against his neck when he sank deep into you. His fingers curl over the fabric, teasing up and down, imagining how warm and wet you would feel if you were here.

He pushes the pants down impatiently, freeing himself. The cool air hits his shaft, and he moans low, rubbing his palm up from base to tip. His other hand grasps the waistband of his boxers, yanking them off as well, he’s completely exposed. He leans back on his hands, legs spread, eyes glazed.

He closes his eyes and pictures you arching your back, your chest heaving, your slick glistening in the lamplight. He slides one hand between his legs, covering his tip in pre-cum, then presses in, stroking slowly at first. His hips buck forward, chasing the sensation he knows only you can give him. He groans deep in his throat, watching his hand pump, imagining it was you tightening around him.

His pace quickens long, powerful strokes his hand moving faster as he edges himself close. He murmurs your name, voice rough: “Y/N… want you…” The room echoes with the sound of skin slapping against flesh as he drives himself toward release, picturing your face beneath him, tongue flicking circles on your clit, encouraging him on.

His breath hitches, muscles tensing. He ducks his head, tunnel-visioned on the pleasure, until his fingers stiffen and his body shudders. With a guttural groan, he spills over his hand, eyes squeezed shut, head falling back against the headboard. He pants, chest heaving, hand slick and trembling.

When he finally opens his eyes, he’s flushed and satisfied but the ache in his core remains, a reminder that he needs you here. He wipes himself off with a towel, stands, and texts you that he misses you

Sunghoon smut audio(mdni)

Sunghoon stroking his dick while thinking about you because he misses you so much

A/n I forgot I changed my username 💔😭

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Sunghoon smut audio(mdni)

Sunghoon stroking his dick while thinking about you because he misses you so much

A/n I forgot I changed my username 💔😭