the first time he takes it against his own, sunggyu can only think that woohyun's body is different. he's seen it before, and always thought it similar to his own: in shape, in form, in impression. but now that he has him under his hands he knows that there's a purpose there, roiling under woohyun's skin, that his own body lacks.
determination, sunggyu thinks, his heart shriveling and twisting in his chest. it's the only word he has to describe what he feels — what he sees — when woohyun wraps his thighs around his waist, looks up at him, and smirks.
”I-I-It’s not like I like oppar’s dick or anything” anon says while Sehun thrusts firmly into their hole-of-choice. “I’m just chronically sexually frustrated, so d-don’t get any ideas.”
Sehun crosses his arms over anon’s chest, lazily resting his weight on them as his hips keep on pounding against theirs. Sweat glistens in the crack between his nose and cheek, and his anus mouth puckers in a poor attempt at a smirk. He doesn’t miss the undeniable blush washing over anon’s cheeks as their eyes linger on it. He tuts.
ugh there's a gifset of tiffany pulling her hair back (it was when tts was promoting/on some sort of radio show, so her hair is read) into a ponytail and i really want to find it again, can anyone help ;;
the smile seemingly frozen on your face, is subtle. even from afar you are enthralling, pulling me closer with the softness you radiate. they say it's impossible, but still i wish, someday, this silence between us will finally end.
for the longest time i didn't know what da stands for so i just substituted it with the sound babies usually make and pretend anons are all qt toddlers
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