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clark kent (my girlfriend) & david corenswet (my boyfriend)
nerd!mingyu by day, frat boy!mingyu by night.
you met him as a shy and quiet nerd in your stats class, sat next to him and eventually formed a friendship. he's super cute, smart and also charming at the same time. he invites you over to "study" one night, which is when you find out who he really is.
he's downing shots like there's no tomorrow, music blaring through the speakers and throngs of people everywhere, and when he finally sees you in the crowd he runs over, picks you up effortlessly and without a second thought takes you to his room for "studying".
what you didn't realize was, you wouldn't be studying books. you would actually be studying the inside of your eyelids and his ceiling as he fucked you completely dumb, his dick slamming into you like you've never felt. his large hands gripping your hips, his soft groans into your ear as he fills his condom, makes you reach orgasmic levels you couldn't even comprehend
you wouldn't have thought the nerd in your class could fuck this good, but you could definitely get used to it.
there's people getting cancelled for cannibalising paul mccartney on twitter
Has anyone seen Sibila? Is she still in town? It's been days since we last saw her.
-A
Stealing your fuck buddy's, Scott Miller, MIT sweatshirt to sleep in. He bitches and moans about it (won't ever let you wear it out cause what if the rest of team saw you), but somehow the sweatshirt always finds it's way back on you, soft from years of wear and smelling like him.
"Sorry for always stealing your sweatshirt, Scotty." You whimper out once, riding him into the motel's mattress, wearing nothing but said piece of clothing.
And Scott, always a bit more honest whenever he's inside you, growls out. "It's yours. Looks good on you."
if you call scott "scotty" out in public he'll bite your head off
if you call him scotty in the bedroom he just fucks you harder while growling