When I get morning delulu I always think about the idea of Jason giving you an early morning back massage. His big strong hands rubbing circles into your soft skin and muscle, causing you to moan into the pillow. It's not his fault he ends up getting hard, grinding against your sweet ass as one hand slides down to your clit making you moan louder. Hell, not even three minutes later he's pounding you harder and harder into his sheets.
The thought comforts me every morning fr fr.
I AM SCREAMING I AM FERAL ANON I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR DAYS!!!
mdni!!!
okay so maybe you workout the previous day and you're sore all over and jason decided to give you a back massage just because he's an amazing boyfriend (he totally doesn't have any hidden intentions at all)
his hands are so big and firm and he just pressed onto that sore spot very nicely that a moan just slip past your lips and jason's like very hyper aware of the sound now and immediately he feels himself grow hard. He starts pressing your back a little bit hard pulling out more moans from you and that point he just pressed himself against your ass and now you're moaning not just because of his hands.
the next thing you know your shorts/sweatpants was pulled down and jason starts thrusting his hips, pulling your ass up with one hand on your hips and the other rubbing your clit vigorously and all you could feel now is jason stretching and filling you up so deliciously, hitting that spot inside that just makes you drool and mewl, and his fingers rubbing so harsh, it makes your toes curled and your fingers clutched against the pillow.
and by the time both of you were done, let's just say you were sore for a completely different reason now
the bad kids putting their own personal decorative choices in Riz’s office as the years go by. an old, signed electric guitar hung on the wall. a well made steel shelf with flowers etched into its sides. an infinite filing cabinet with it’s own magic sorting system. a colorful, crafty picture frame on his desk, protecting a picture of all of them as freshman after defeating Kalvaxus. an ornate model ship that sits in the window, with both halfs of a pair of friendship necklaces with their clasps rusted, hung on the sails. a metal wastebin with sharpie’d signatures on the bottom, which he finds turned upside down constantly