My favorite thing about November 5th is that I don’t give a single fuck about destiel or spn.
But every year, without a doubt I’ll be posting destiel. For one day of the year, we are all destiel shippers
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college!jason and dry humping.........
oh i have so many versions of this in my head
18+ minors dni
tags: gn reader, dry humping, kissing, slight choking
it’s not jason’s fault that he asked you to study in his bedroom. i mean, you did study for what… an hour?
if it was his fault, you wouldn’t be on top of him right now, your clothed legs on either side of his grey joggers. one of your hands in his hair and the other on his defined arm, rubbing yourself against your study partner to get the tiniest taste of him.
"fuck, yeah keep doing that," he mumbles against your lips that are glossed in a mixture of yours and his saliva. one of his hands are on your hips—ironic that he’s telling you what to do when he’s guiding your movements entirely. "already hard?" you tease, feeling the obvious boner that your clothed entrance is trying to ride against.
the hand that’s cupping your cheek slithers down to your throat, tightening in what feels like a teasingly threatening way. "shut up," he kisses, biting your lip.
jason wasn’t exactly a gentlemen, but he didn’t wanna fuck you yet. he liked you, and this was his version of first base, moaning and dry humping in his room with his other roommates in their rooms, respectively. technically, he was only kissing you and rubbing against you—no harm, no foul.
you wouldn’t know with the way his lips are kissing at you hungrily, like somebody in a rush. the way he’s bucking his hips in a quick rhythm against yours to fulfill the aching between his legs. but, it’s jason todd and he’s under you and there’s not another man you’d want to be sucking your tongue.
his hand stays at your throat for another beat, pulling you closer and kissing you harder. your body adjusts, your knee hitting a journal and you have to push it away. the closeness making him feel that much better against you, and you’re beginning to wonder when he’s going to take your pants off.
but suddenly jason pulls your face back, grinning, both of your lips swollen and glossy. "think you’re gonna remember that data sequence for tomorrow?" he asks, the whole reason you’re here was to study for the quiz you both had the following day.
your head tilts while wiping your mouth with your hand, and one end of your lip pulls. "oh, all of this was some tactic to get each other to pass tomorrow, huh?" and the man whose hands are still on your hips, playing with the band of your sweatpants laughs.
"well we’ll see tomorrow, and plan our next study session based on it." the following day you both passed, looking at each other knowingly after your score popped up on your computer screen.
"same time tomorrow?" because it couldn’t hurt to get a head start on studying.
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