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then he presses forward and kisses you at the same time, swallowing down the gasp that took your breath. only an inch inside and he’s the one shaking already, cupping your face with one hand and fisting the bedsheet by your head with the other.

the stretch is incredible. the sheer size of him both unwarranted and ridiculously impressive. but when you consider his soft spoken voice and the gentle rasp that shook you to your core, it only made your arousal greater.

he drops his head to your cheek and kisses your face gently. then he lets his lips trail down your jaw, licking down then he could tuck his head in your neck and breathe you in. rocking into you slow like he was afraid to fully seat himself inside.

jason whimpers your name softly when you tense. “ease up ma.” before letting a hand circle your clit.

“i’m sorry,” breath shakily as you wrap your ankles around his back. “you’re really big.”

something in his perfect face melts and his lips upturn. he stops his hips from moving any further. “don’t apologize to me, i should be doing that. god, please don’t tell me i’m hurting you.”

but the wait was eating you up. the feeling of him there and not giving you it all was building and the ache was defeaning.

you needed all of him.

you shake your head and try to buck into him further, but jason’s hand shifts to your hip and holds you firm. still holding himself back for some reason unknown to you. a whine slips from your lips when you try to get closer and he groans like the action was ruining him.

this time, you decide to plead. “i want it all jay”

blinking down at you, he shifts his gaze from eye to eye. needing the reassurance as though he truly believed you were saving his feelings.

“are you sure?”

you nod and part your lips, biting your lip softly as the pressure rests there. “please.”

then jason leans down and you think he’s going to kiss you. plump lips pink and swollen with tension as he washes his eyes over your face. resting his forehead on yours before closing his eyes and still not moving his hips yet. just letting the weight of what would fill you stay just in reach but out of touch.

like a threat that’s more like a promise.

“i love you so much.” he admits before pressing his lips to yours, muffling any response you could’ve had.

you moan into his mouth then, half surprise and pleasure. the feeling was unreal. the stretch around him stole the air from your lungs even though he was moving so slowly.

he pressed forward and despite the pleasureful pain it caused, letting your ankles dig into his back and pull him deeper until he was fully seated inside you. a tear slips down your face just as he parts from you to breathe and a cry escapes past your lips.

the sound is enough to startle jason and halt any movement. he pulls back as your tear strikes fear echoes across on his face, thinking you were in pain from him doing.

“shit—did i hurt you?”

taking a moment to compose yourself, you shake your head warily. “no,” the sound another muffled cry as he stayed impossibly still, unsure what to do.

“sweetheart, you’re crying,” leaning back trying to pull his weight off of you.

though you don’t let him move far, tightening your hold on him and locking your ankles.

“stay,” gripping him close for dear life.

his eyes stay unwavering and his hips stay still. he reaches up for your face again and brushes his thumb over your cheek before he nods at your determination.

“okay,” shakily he says. “but if it hurts—”

“it doesn’t.” you quickly interrupt. “i promise, it feels good.”

a slow smile creeps up his face. “yeah? you feel good?”

you nod again and stare straight at his lips, urging him on. slowly his resolve crumbles and he lands closer to your face to kiss you once again. pressing his perfect lips to yours like a seal and a lock.

just then he adjusts his hips, shifting them forward and rocking into you. he watches as your breath hitches and your fingernails dig into your palms. head drawing back to drown into the pillow beneath it. he groans at the slight resistance created in the friction but eases up until you let him in so easily. hands on your hips tight but not hurting, just enough to remind you where he was.

he takes your hands and pries your fingers up, interlocking them with his to distract you from the sensation. slowly inching his way inside until the tears in your eyes were accompanied by gentle moans.

then you drag him closer once again and he lets you interlock your ankles behind him.

“let me do the work,” panting by your ear. “let me show you how i love you.”

wiping your tears, his teeth shine brightly as he smiles and soothingly strokes your face. impossible gentleness from his calloused hands. when the words die, he converses with his eyes you could drown inside of.

finally he bottoms out with a soft sputter on his tongue, completely unable to mask his weight behind his heavy hips, touching your cervix from this angle. nailing dig into his hand, needing to be grounded and feel him completely, jason pants heavily. he brings your hands up higher until they rested just above your head. the loving frame he posed you in was so evident you could cry. instead, you paint him in the same light.

the ministrations resume and he moves with less restraint than you’d started with. watching how your expressions changed and the sounds escaped your lips quicker with every movement.

his deep thrusts could’ve knocked the air from your lungs but he was doing it so slowly as he inched himself further, it melted away. pleasureful bliss blooms across your skin as he kisses your neck. leaving open mouthed smooches up to your face and worked back down, surely leaving marks in their wake.

“please jay,” moaning out as though he wasn’t already fucking you. “more.”

jason fucks you like he was about to lose you then, when he looks up and sees your eyes rolling and the tear streaks on your face. letting go of your arms to lift you up and over him. he rolls onto his back and seats you in his lap, never pulling completely out, just enough that you feel what you’d need to retake.

“okay princess,” he coos. “i’ll help, yeah?”

already exhausted but willingly to please him, you grip his shoulders and start to grind down into him. he cups your ass and lifts you up, letting your weight back onto him over and over. the mix of your arousal making it easier to fuck up into you as he holds you effortlessly. shifting your hips against him weakly, jason decides to take up the task entirely but not until he really sees you struggle to fit him inside you.

a couple more whines escape you as you attempt to move, taking an inch deeper just to grind against his pelvis. minutes go by like this, when he tries to tell you it’s okay and he can do it, you shake your head like you’re already gone. then you tell him you can handle it.

both of you know you can’t.

another roll of your hips against his where a broken moan pulls him out his head causes jason’s brain to flip. he doesn’t just hold you anymore, no, he starts to get meaner. not like he wants to hurt you, but he wanted to give you what he’s wanted all night—to fuck you full.

thrusting up again and again while he watches your face contort, slowly melting onto his chest while he sits up further. moving you up and down onto him, biting his lips to control his moans when you whimper his name. then he can’t even hide that. groans and moans, gasps and sighs—they fill your ears like sinful symphony as he works himself up further. he listens to the praises you say in his ear while he does the work you should’ve, fucking up into you as though on a mission. his pace picks up as he feels you moving back into him, matching his thrusts with your own.

the peak sneaks up on you when he tangles his hand in your hair to get a look at your face. pulling just enough to see your expression and gasp when he continues his ministrations.

“i wanna watch you let go for me.” nearly whining when he admits. “you gonna let me come inside you? please?” his breathy voice coaxing you.

vigorously you nod as his pace begins to falter and his thrusts only become deeper as though he wanted to get closer.

it’s enough to spur you on. enough to push you right over the edge as you see his pink, bitten lips and the flush on his cheeks. the ruffle in his hair that proved how long this had been going on for. he looked so incredibly hot, you could die a happy woman tonight just from his good he’s fucked you.

through the peak, he carries you over, not stopping and not pausing his filthy promises. you’re clamping down around him when he sputters your name, groaning harshly and prolonging the feeling. you can feel him reaching his climax, bucking into you and movements stuttering. when he comes, you feel the pulses as he fills you. rope after rope painting you white from within. the waves of intense pleasure as his veins drag and he starts overstimulates himself. then he reaches between you to circle your sensitive bud, thrusting sloppily as you’re limp against him and throwing you into another orgasm.

practically screaming his name as you muffle a cry into his shoulder, barring your teeth and taking a bite of his supple skin. shaking as he fucks you through another climax and pushes his seed deeper inside. hand slipping off his shoulder as he slows his movements. groaning softly by your ear as he makes shallow bucks as though he didn’t want this to end.

but fucked out in his arms is his lover, drenched in sweat and slick that he didn’t know had even reached those places. and still, he was buried inside you with no indication of wanting to move.

minutes go by like this, both of you entirely spent and trying to catch your breath. he’s first to look at you and ensure that he hadn’t harmed you. eyes closed and lips parted, panting hard like you’d run a marathon as jason looks the same. leaning back further just to see the look on your face, jason kisses your forehead then.

“was that okay?” he twists at your heartstrings. “did i hurt you?”

still he was questioning himself and you were just coherent enough to shake your head and speak in a slur. “you’re perfect. my perfect boy.”

the breathy words only made him smile. his grin wide and toothy as he kisses the top of your head over and over. ignoring how your hair stuck to your head, hoping you’d do the same to him.

“sweet baby.” murmuring between his rough kisses that felt like cuteness aggression towards you. “i love you so, so much.”

you hum as you nuzzle into his chest. “mmhmf, i love you too.”

still cheesing, he holds you tight against him. part of him felt like he was dreaming with how much he loved you. his body shaking with restraint as he twitched inside you but he knew you were too exhausted to go again. leaning himself back onto the mattress to tuck you against him further, holding you there like something sacred. as though you would run or get taken away if he faltered his hold at all.

the hold on you only grounding as though you were floating over your body still, ghosting like he’d fucked you into the afterlife. sleep eases its way through your body and jason absorbs it.

only minutes later you’re completely asleep, snoring peacefully as jason drools on your head.

and there’s no place you’d rather be.

semiu g. ♬.ᐟ : 10/10 | "if you don't arch your back some more, imma have to show you how to do it right, and we will turn this into a twerking competition."

the best partner to have when clubbing, i don't care what anyone says. she's so fucking into it, it's like the two of you are in sync with how flawlessly she moves against you, her fingers tugging you back in time with the song by your belt loops. the end of the night always ends with you both covered in sweat and a little out of breath from how much you guys dance on each other. sometimes its you throwing it back on her, sometimes her on you. no matter what, any ass that is thrown WILL be caught, she is a professional at what she does.

bro s. ♬.ᐟ : 7/10 | "have i told you how gorgeous you are? mhm, the prettiest little thing, an' i've got you grinding all over me…god, 'm so lucky, baby."

if he's completely sober, then it's going to be a 2/10 because he's genuinely really flustered and doesn't know what to do with his hands. but you get a few shots in him? oh, suddenly he knows what he's doing, his hands roaming all over your body, moving from your hips, up your sides, and stopping juuust under your chest, teasing the skin there. he just needs a bit of courage to be more open with his touches to you, but just be careful, because it's not just his hands that you need to worry about, it's his damn mouth and all the dirty shit he's muttering in your ear about how good you feel grinding up against him.

tamsy c. ♬.ᐟ : 8/10 | "who said you could stop, huh? the song's not over, darling, keep dancing for me."

i hate this nonchalant blondie, tamsy's handling you like he doesn't even care. definitely the guy with a VIP section at the club too, so he's sitting with his legs spread wide while your more so sensually grinding on his lap to the song playing. he's got one hand on your waist, squeezing and rubbing up and down while his other hand pulling the mouth piece of the hookah out of his mouth, blowing the smoke against your back (the vision of you practically grinding against him with a smoky, foggy view genuinely turns him on more than it should). he's moving under you too, just barely, but it's mainly his hand that's keeping you moving, squeezing your thigh when you start to slow, those little pleased hums and the warmth of his lap telling you everything about how much he's enjoying himself.

gris r. ♬.ᐟ : 5/10 | "shit, honey, you're good at this, aren't ya? pretty, real pretty…"

the type of guy to keep drinking like he's not getting twerked on by the baddest person in the whole club, using the rim of his cup to hide the nasty grin on his face. every once in a while, he'll grind back against you, but he's not really catching much because he knows if he does, he will get carried away and he doesn't want to end the night too soon. his free hand isn't on your hip as much, instead he's running his hand up and down your back, dragging his nails against your skin when you roll your hips a little harder than before. he's honestly using this whole thing as an excuse to perv on you, unashamed in how obvious it is on his face that he's imagining you fucking yourself against him instead of just dancing...dude is not locked in at all.

follo t. ♬.ᐟ : 2/10 | "w-wait, jesus, hold on, i'm gonna pass out—!"

bro is absolutely dead, like the only way he's able to even stand is because gris and enjin are holding him up while tomme and semiu are egging you on to keep going on him even though the poor guy is literally on the verge of blacking out. he can barely keep his shaky hands on your waist, his palms soaked in sweat. the second you are done, he's gotta get to the bathroom, he's hard as fuck in his jeans and he might die from embarrassment…absolutely awful at getting twerked on, but it doesn't mean it's not fun. he'll just be out of it as enjin and gris poke and tease him for not being able to handle it at all.

tomme m. ♬.ᐟ : 5/10 | "your ass is too much, you almost knocked me over! do it again!"

honestly, she's already several drinks in and struggling to keep up with you by the time they start playing the music that you are finally shaking ass to. she's a mess of giggles and drunken blurts of the lyrics, but she's still trying, one hand on your hip and the other holding her drink up in the air as she literally cheers over you twerking on her, she's so cute. one day, she wants you to teach her how to twerk, because she's not really good at it but she wants to be able to switch places with you one day since you make it look so fun.

august s. ♬.ᐟ : 6/10 | "baby doll, you're driving, me nuts, i think 'm gonna die…actually no, wait, i'll die if you stop, so keep doing, don't stop."

baby, this man is such a freak for you grinding up against him, his bottom lip is swollen from how badly he's biting it. just like enjin, it always starts off with him being able to catch it whenever you throw it back on him, moving with you fluidly before he starts to get a little fidgety, fingers digging into the fat of your hips and tugging you against him more and more until you're barely able to pull away from him and he's not-so-subtly bouncing your hips against his like he's literally trying to fuck your through your clothes. but unlike enjin, he's not moving to a more secluded spot, he will keep that shit up right on the dance floor, knowing damn well no one else really cares.

zodyl t. ♬.ᐟ : 3/10 | "you keep rubbing up against me like a cat in heat…are you trying to tell me something?"

this man isn't even in the club, he's at fancy lounges with deep, slower music, drinking rich wines while you sit on his lap. he doesn't do well in upbeat clubs, it's just not his thing. but at home, you always like to catch him off guard when you're playing music and end up using him to dance on. it…never lasts long because anytime you start to grind up on him, he's taking that as an invitation, huffing as he tells you to stop playing around. so, yeah, he's not really catching anything because he isn't even giving you a chance to get more than 30 seconds into the song before he's asking bluntly if this is you trying to tell him you wanna ride him…he's so dumb.

jabber w. ♬.ᐟ ♪.ᐟ : ????/10 | "can we make out after this? hell, we can make out right now, mama, you're too good at movin' on me like that."

you and jabber are way too popular at clubs. you both always have this energy that never fails to get everyone on the dance floor instead of just standing around awkwardly. but when you start twerking on him? oh, it becomes a whole fucking show of people recording the chemistry going on, plus the two of you play around too much. you guys attract a damn crowd with how fluid you both move against each other with the brightest grins on your faces. he's got a crowd of guys behind him, holding him up as he dramatically leans back into them like he can't handle all the ass you're throwing back on him. he's got the back of your shirt fisted in his hand to keep you bouncing back onto him, and you two have the nastiest little smirks on your faces. and of course, just to fuck around, you guys will switch positions and it just makes everyone around you guys louder because why the hell is he throwing it back on you so well. y'all are absolutely soaked in sweat from all the dancing you guys do.

bundus b. ♬.ᐟ : 2/10 | "mm, none of that now, hon, unless you wanna get bent over my knee for being a tease…"

like zodyl, he's not in clubs, he's more of a comfy bar kind of man. and honestly, none of the bars he's going to are playing music you can . so, it's at home you play your own music in the kitchen, backing up against him and shaking your ass against his front in a playful manner. but he's fast, hand around your neck, tilting your head back to look up at him while his bionic arm is gripping your hip tight so you can't move. he's not going to let you think you can just rub up against him like that and expect him to pretend like it's just you dancing. he's an ass man, there's no way he's letting you get away with that. catching ass? never heard of it, take your clothes off.

goka n. ♬.ᐟ : 0/10 | "i…w-what…what the hell is wrong with you? god, don't move like that!"

even worse than follo, he's truly just gone. he doesn't even know how he got here, dragged out to the club by you because, well, he loves you and wanted you to have a night out with your friends. so when you start literally grinding against his crotch, he's stuttering out your name, not knowing what to do with his hands, his body, anything, he's so broken. it's not even halfway through the song that he's wrapping his arms around you to get you standing straight up, face burning and eyes wide as he struggles to get the words out. all you know is you'll have to try to come clubbing again, and save any twerking on him for the end of the night so he's not tugging you out the club to go home and change his pants. poor thing.