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im about to drop a bomb yall get ready

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i just saw male x male riize and i like it very much..

[hakkkuu]

✎ᝰ. The Ring Between Us

female!reader x wonbin x eunseok

word count: 2k

contains: angst, TRUST ME I ATE THIS, kinda sad idk, PLOT TWIST!!!, (i think i ate the name of the story too ngl)

You’re seven years old, pigtails bouncing as you race across the village playground, the summer air thick with the scent of grass and wildflowers. Your pink sneakers kick up dust, and you’re grinning, free in the way only a kid can be. The playground is your kingdom—swings, slides, and the rickety wooden bridge you love to stomp across. But then there’s Wonbin, the boy who’s already decided to ruin it.

He’s seven too, all scraped knees and sharp smirks, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he leans against the slide. “Those shoes are stupid,” he calls out, loud enough for the other kids to hear. “Too girly. Bet you can’t even climb up here.” His voice is mean, taunting, and something in you bristles.

You plant your hands on your hips, glaring. “I can climb better than you, Wonbin.” You march over, shoving past him to prove it. He laughs, but when you reach the top, he grabs your braid and tugs, not hard enough to hurt but enough to annoy. You whirl around, cheeks burning, and push him square in the chest. He stumbles, eyes wide with surprise, and you feel a flicker of triumph.

That’s how it starts. From that day on, you and Wonbin are fire and gasoline. He teases you for your dresses, your giggles, the way you cry when you scrape your knee. You fight back—tripping him in races, hiding his favorite cap, shouting insults that make the other kids snicker. There’s no reason for it, not really. You just met on a bad day, and the dislike stuck, hardening into a rivalry that defines your childhood in this tiny village.

By the time you’re fourteen, the fights have grown sharper, more personal. Wonbin’s taller now, lean and restless, with a habit of smirking when he knows he’s gotten under your skin. You’re no pushover either—quick-witted, fierce, ready to knock him down a peg. He’ll mutter something about your “prissy” hair ribbons; you’ll “accidentally” spill juice on his homework. The village is small, so you’re always crossing paths—at school, at the market, by the old oak where the kids gather. Everyone knows you hate each other. It’s just how it is.

Then Eunseok arrives. He’s fifteen, one year older than you two, and he moves into the house by the creek with his parents and little sister. The village buzzes with talk about the new family, but you’re more interested in Eunseok himself. He’s kind in a way that feels rare—helping old Mrs. Yoon carry her groceries, playing with the younger kids, always smiling that warm, easy smile that makes your stomach flip. He’s handsome too, with soft brown hair and eyes that seem to see right through you. The moms adore him, calling him “such a nice boy,” and you can’t help but agree. He’s the opposite of Wonbin’s sharp edges, and you’re smitten before you know it.

Eunseok joins your school, your friend group, your world. He’s gentle but not weak, always stepping in to smooth things over when arguments flare. You catch yourself watching him, blushing when he catches you back. He asks you questions—about your favorite books, your dreams, how you’re doing—and listens like he cares. You wonder if he can tell how much you like him, if the way your voice softens around him gives you away. Wonbin notices, of course, and his jabs get meaner when Eunseok’s around, like he’s trying to prove something. You ignore it, too caught up in Eunseok’s orbit to care.

Then, when you’re sixteen, everything changes. Your mom gets sick. It’s fast and cruel, stealing her strength, her laughter, her light. You spend months at her bedside, holding her hand, pretending you’re not terrified. She’s always been your anchor—teaching you to braid your hair, singing you to sleep, telling you you’re stronger than you think. One night, near the end, she presses a silver ring into your palm. It’s etched with tiny forget-me-nots, delicate but sturdy, like her. “This was mine when I was your age,” she whispers, her voice frail but fierce. “It’s yours now. Keep it close, okay? It’ll remind you I’m always with you.”

You nod, tears choking you, and slip the ring onto your finger. She smiles, and it’s the last real smile she gives you. A week later, she’s gone.

The village rallies around you—casseroles, condolences, hugs you don’t know how to return. Your dad tries, but he’s drowning in his own grief. You wear the ring every day, a piece of her you can still touch. Eunseok checks on you quietly, bringing you snacks, sitting with you in silence when words are too heavy. Wonbin keeps his distance, and for once, you’re grateful. His sharp tongue would break you now.

A year passes. You and Wonbin are seventeen, Eunseok turns 18, and summer rolls in, heavy with heat and memories. The village kids gather at the lake, same as always—a shimmering stretch of water framed by willows and wildflowers. It’s a place of chaos and joy, where dogs swim, birds sing, and screams of laughter echo. You’re there, wading in the shallows, playing with the younger kids. Your sundress is soaked, your hair loose, and for a moment, you feel light, like the girl you used to be. The ring glints on your finger, catching the sun.

You’re splashing one of the kids, laughing as they squeal, when you glance down—and freeze. The ring is gone. Your heart stops. You check your other hand, your pockets, the water around you, but it’s nowhere. Panic surges, hot and suffocating. “No, no, no,” you gasp, dropping to your knees, hands clawing through the silty lakebed. The kids hover, confused, but you can’t explain. It’s her ring, her love, her last gift. You can’t lose it. You won’t.

Tears blur your vision as you search, the water clouding with every desperate grab. Eunseok notices from the bank, where he’s been tossing a frisbee with some friends. He jogs over, his bare feet splashing. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asks, crouching beside you, his voice steady but concerned.

“My ring,” you choke out. “My mom’s ring. It’s gone, Eunseok. I—I can’t find it.” Your voice cracks, and the grief you’ve carried since last year spills over, raw and heavy.

His face softens. “We’ll find it. I’ve got you.” He doesn’t hesitate, plunging his hands into the water, searching with you. His calm anchors you, even as your hands tremble and your chest aches. The lake is vast, the bottom murky, but Eunseok doesn’t give up, sifting carefully, murmuring, “It’s here somewhere. We’ll get it back.”

You don’t know how long you search—minutes, maybe hours. The kids drift away, the sun climbs higher, and despair creeps in. You’re about to break, to let the lake take this piece of her, when Eunseok lets out a quiet, “There.”

He holds it up, the silver ring gleaming in his palm, water dripping between his fingers. It’s real, it’s yours. Relief crashes over you, so intense you almost sob. “Eunseok,” you whisper, taking it with shaking hands. You slip it back onto your finger, its weight a promise kept. Tears spill down your cheeks, but they’re grateful, not bitter. “Thank you. You don’t know what this means.”

He smiles, soft and a little shy, brushing wet hair from his face. “I’m just glad it’s back where it belongs.” His eyes hold yours, warm and steady, and your heart skips—not just from relief, but from him.

You don’t think. You throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He’s damp and warm, smelling of lake water and summer, and he hugs you back, gentle but sure. “I was so scared,” you mumble against his shoulder, and he just holds you, like he’s happy to be your safe place.

“You’re okay now,” he says, voice low, and you believe him.

You pull back, smiling through tears, the ring safe on your finger. Eunseok’s looking at you like you’re something rare, and you wonder if he feels it too—this spark, this possibility. You’re about to say something, anything, when your eyes catch on someone across the lake.

Wonbin. He's standing in the deeper water, drenched from head to toe. His shirt clings to him, his dark longer hair falls in wet streaks over his eyes, and he’s staring at you, at the way you’re standing so close to Eunseok, your arms just falling from his shoulders. His expression is raw, unguarded—hurt, longing, something you’ve never seen in him before. He looks like he’s been punched, like he’s carrying a weight he can’t put down.

Your breath catches. Why is he soaked? Why is he looking at you like that? And then it hits you, a quiet, shattering realization: he was looking for your ring. All this time, while you were searching with Eunseok, Wonbin was out there too, diving into the lake, trying to find the thing that mattered most to you. You didn’t ask him, didn’t even notice him, but he was there, silent, unseen, caring in a way you never thought he could.

You think back to all those years—his taunts, your fights, the way he’d linger sometimes, watching you with eyes that didn’t match his words. The way he’d bristle when Eunseok got too close, the way he’d tease you but never let anyone else hurt you. You thought it was hate, but now, seeing him like this—alone, dripping, staring at you like you’re something he can’t have—you understand. He doesn’t hate you. He never did.

Your heart twists, sharp and unfamiliar. You’re standing here with Eunseok, the boy you’ve dreamed of, the boy who saved your ring, but your eyes are on Wonbin, the boy you’ve fought your whole life, the boy who’s breaking right in front of you. He turns away, trudging toward the shore, his steps heavy, like he’s leaving something behind.

You don’t call after him. You don’t know what you’d say. The lake sparkles on, the kids laugh, Eunseok’s hand brushes yours, but all you can see is Wonbin’s back, disappearing into the summer light, carrying a love he’ll never speak, a love you’re only just starting to see.

[hakkkuu]

am i the only one who thinks foreskin is soooo hot..

[hakkkuu]

i have 0 ideas y'all..0

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he deserve to cum until he cant think straight

[hakkkuu]

hey so this was actually me😟

tmi yesterday i fingered myself for the first time and it was so tight i couldnt get inside but then i was reading eunseok smut and i got so wet i had the most intense orgasm ever eunseok is orgasm donator i love him for that cuz he makes every pussy wet

ever since i got this ask i haven't viewed life the same /lh /j this is so funny i initially wanted to keep this to myself but i want others to see this too HHAWHUAHWUHAUWHUA

THIS IS STILL SO FUNNY AS IM WRITING THIS THANK U SOO MUCH WHAT THE FUCKK URE THIS FUNNY LETS GET MARRIED😭

speaking of,, is orgasm the one where ur legs started shaking and everything like toes curling?? i'm a virgin and sex has always been a taboo subject for me (girl...) so i actually never really know what i write when it comes to smut lol. also congratulations for the first time fingering session!! i think eunseok would be so delighted to know but won't be as happy because he's not the one fingering you hmm...

btw you can't say this to me and NOT drop the eunseok fic like bffr /lh this is still so fucking funny to me should i try fingering too LMAOAOOAEHNAUWUHAHWIUAW THANK U SM HAWHEHA

[hakkkuu]

ok he js wanna shove his cock down my throat then i get it

[hakkkuu]

are u kidding

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I was writing all my posts through my tablet and now I'm seeing it through my phone and it looks so ugly and non aesthetic omg the size and paragraphs are totally different I'm tweaking

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You kneel between Eunseok’s legs, his cock slick with frosting and your spit, glistening in the low light. His breath is ragged, chest heaving as he props himself on his elbows, eyes locked on you—dark, needy, unraveling. You smear another dollop of the sweet, creamy frosting along his throbbing length, watching it mix with his leaking precum. Your tongue flicks out, teasing the tip, tasting the sugary mess before you take him fully into your mouth. The heat of him contrasts with the cool frosting, and you suck hard, lips sliding down his shaft, licking every inch clean with slow, deliberate swirls. His hips twitch, a shaky groan ripping from his throat as you pick up the pace, your hand gripping the base while your mouth works him relentlessly. The frosting smears across your lips, sticky and sweet, blending with his salty release as he nears the edge. You hollow your cheeks, tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, and he bucks into you, unable to hold back. “Fuck,” he gasps, voice breaking, and then he’s spilling—hot and thick—flooding your mouth as the frosting mixes with his cum. You don’t pull away, sucking him through it, drawing out every shudder and pulse until he’s trembling, spent. His head falls back for a second, a low moan echoing in the room, before he looks down at you again, dazed and breathless. You pull off slow, licking your lips, then lean in to clean him up—long, thorough strokes of your tongue over his softening cock, lapping up the sticky remnants of frosting and his release until he’s glistening, panting, and completely at your mercy. "Happy Birthday" you whisper with a smile.

[hakkkuu]

im just 3 holes and 0 brain for him

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[hakkkuu]

im ovulating sooo bad im thinking about wonbins cock all day bruhh😟

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Your hands tremble with excitement as you secure Anton’s wrists to the headboard, his lean, naked body stretched out infront of you like a canvas of devotion. His chest rises and falls, sharp breaths escaping his lips as you press your mouth to his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a blooming mark—your signature on his skin. He groans, a low, needy sound, and you smile against him, trailing your lips lower. His nipples harden under your tongue as you suck and tease, flicking them gently, his body arching into you, silently begging for more. You worship him with every touch, every kiss, leaving a glistening trail down his pelvis, your tongue dancing over the sharp lines of his hips. His cock twitches as you hover there, and when you finally take him into your mouth, deep and slow, his hips buck helplessly against the restraints. You hum around him, savoring his taste, your hand slipping to massage his balls, rolling them gently as he gasps your name. Your tongue ventures lower, teasing his rim with soft, wet circles, and he tenses, then melts, a shudder rippling through him as you ease him open with care. Straddling him now, you position yourself above his straining length, your back to his flushed face. You sink down in reverse cowgirl, guiding him into your ass, and the stretch is exquisite, his thick cock filling you as you begin to ride. His moans grow desperate, raw, as you roll your hips, slow then fast, your hands gripping his thighs for leverage. “You’re so perfect,” you murmur, voice thick with adoration, feeling him throb inside you. His bound hands flex uselessly, the headboard creaking as he strains, lost in the pleasure you’re giving him—your gift, your worship. The rhythm builds, your ass clenching around him, and his gasps turn to cries. “I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—” he chokes out, and then he’s spilling inside you, hot and pulsing, his entire body trembling as you milk every last drop. You ride him through it, breathless, until he’s spent, his birthday etched into every shuddering breath he takes.

[hakkkuu]

hii what do you think about perv gooner seunghan who cant help but jerk off when hes at home?

I LOVEE PERV GOONERS RIIZE

imagine shirtless seunghan, sweatpants barely clinging to his hips, one hand shoved beneath the waistband like it’s glued there. It’s not even noon, and he’s already deep in it—eyes locked on the screen, some filthy clip playing out in vivid detail. He’s obsessed, a full-on gooner, the kind of guy who lives for porn like it’s oxygen.

His hand moves on autopilot, stroking himself slow and deliberate, savoring every pulse. The girls on-screen moan, and he’s right there with them, lips parted, a low grunt slipping out. He’s got no shame left—his free hand fumbles for the volume, cranking it up, letting the sounds fill his head. His dick’s hard again, leaking, and he’s too hooked to care about the mess.

Daylight fades, but he doesn’t stop. Another tab, another video—hours bleed into a haze of slick skin and desperate thrusts. His hand’s always under his pants, a permanent fixture, chasing that next high. Seunghan’s not living for much else—just this, the endless loop of porn and his own filthy need, stroking himself raw. horny loser

[hakkkuu]

feel like sohee would be into free use, he loves being loved and pampered, he loves the attention, and he loves women. sohee would do anything to be a boy toy for all the sorority girls. he’d let them use his dick all they want, milk him dry. oh to have one girl sucking his balls, one girl twirling her tongue on his tip, another sitting on his face. he’d love to be all wet covered with their piss and squirts. he just wants to satisfy them, make all them girls happy!

LOVE THISSSSS OMG (im obssesed with guys getting their balls sucked sorry)

Sohee just chilling on a bed, totally laid back, with three girls all over him. I think he’d love every second of it, especially being used like that—one girl’s down there sucking his balls, and I bet he’d enjoy how she teases him just right, probably moaning a little because it feels so good when she leaves pecks on his balls. Then there’s another girl sucking his dick, and he’d be all about that—imagine him in total bliss, maybe even thrusting a bit to let her know how much he’s loving it, especially a good deepthroat omg and another girl sitting on his face with her pussy right there, and I think he’d be obsessed with that. He’d enjoy the taste, the way she moves on him, probably working his tongue on her. He’d get off on the whole setup—having them focus on him like that would be a dream. I can see him just letting go, soaking in the attention and the pleasure, totally cool with being their sex toy. I also imagine all the girls being hot with big tits and whiny voices cuz that's what he's into