Jason Momoa Imagines

Jason 2

Two glasses of wine and a half-empty bottle of cabernet sat in the middle of a red oak coffee table. In the background was a combination of firewood crackling beneath red hot flames and Kehlani croons softly.

"No! Seriously, it was the weirdest thing ever." You laugh, taking a sip of the bloody liquid staring at the delicious-looking man in front of you. It was the first date you've gone on since your ex left you 2 years ago. You were surprised. Out of every girl in the city, he's picked you. This definitely threw you off but he was actually interested in you.

"So he asked you for your credit card number instead of your actual number? I hope it was a mistake," he laughs heartily and your heart flutters at the sight of his smile. He leans in closer, smirking at the song. " 'Are you down to be a distraction?' " You roll your eyes, blushing as you set your wine glass down. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, your eyes lingering and gazing at each other.

Jason scoots closer, his hands grab at your arm and his kisses your hand. You smile lightly, in a daze. The smell of him is strong, an intricate string of pheromones and cologne weaving together to form an intoxicating perfume. His lips were so close to yours, and you knew that you wouldn't find anyone better than this man. You were falling for him and it was so worth it.

"Jason," you breath, your lips barely grazing his. Both of you stare at each other, daring one to kiss first. It was a game, and you're going to lose. "Yes?" he smirks, his hand trailing up your knee, stopping mid-thigh. The dam broke. You grasped the lapels of his fitted cream sweater and crushed your lips to his. He tasted like the chocolate and cabernet and you were drunk off it; you didn't know if it was the wine or him but you felt good. His sighs into the kiss, his large hand coming up to hold your face as if it were the last time. His tongue invaded your mouth's privacy and the kiss became fervent. You pulled him even closer, leaning back to lay down on the couch, his weight creating a delicious pressure between you.

He broke the kiss. "We don't have to rush baby, let's go slow." His lips leave a wet trail down your neck, sucking and nipping at sweet spots and you moan as he sucks again on the tender skin. Your hands stop at the bun tied in his hair. Your hands make quick work untying the bun and you let the long brown locks flow freely, carding your hands through them shortly after. You give a good tug on his hair, making his head tilt up, and you boldly kiss at his neck, licking and sucking. His hands grow tight at your waist. The heat from the fire was comforting, and the cabernet helped loosen the bold side of you free and Jason loved it.

"Jason, please." You cry out as his hands leave you to take off his sweater, leaving the site of his tanned chest to behold. Your hands rake down his chest, feeling the pulse and ripple of the muscles adorning his chest. Once your hands reached their final destination, you tug down the fitted black slacks that he looked heavenly in. His erection was aching in his sweatpants, a wet spot forming from his pre-cum. You look up at him through your lashes and he groans and throws his head back as your hand feels at the leaking member, adding pressure and rubbing motions.

"Please put me in your fucking mouth." He grits, making your cunt clench at the fact that you'll have this man's dick in your mouth. You slowly peel back the underwear, watching in silence as his dick slaps against his stomach, aching and red. Your hand grasps his twitching member, twisting and pulling up and down, creating delicious friction. Jason moans softly, hands petting at your hair, forming it into a makeshift ponytail as your head bops up and down his long shaft, tasting him. He smelled like a man, clean and inviting. His dick twitches in your mouth, signaling he's about to cum but you won't let him yet. Your mouth released him with a 'pop' and earns a smile and a soft kiss to your forehead as you stand.

"Good girl," he states, rubbing your arms. "Now, go lay down for daddy." Your excitement is barely containable as you hurry to your bedroom. He notices his poster of Aquaman over your dresser and snorts. "I like to look at that when I'm touching myself." His head snaps to you with eyebrows raised. "Really? Show me." You froze, you've never masturbated in front of a guy before. He raises a hand expectantly and your gulp, moving your hand down your stomach watching the poster as if it moves. You finger swirls around your clit as your other teases your rosy nipple. Your juices collect on your finger and you use this as lube to insert two fingers into your wet cunt. Jason watches heatedly, recording a mental movie. "Good girl, baby. Get it loose for me." He gets closer, kneeling at the bed staring at you with hooded eyes. "God, you look so good and tight baby."

"Jason, I'm so wet." You moan out, adding more pressure around your clit.

"I'm getting so worked up thinking your big cock sliding in and out of this tight cunt," Jason growls, deciding this was enough teasing and captures your clit in his mouth, causing a squeal of surprise to erupt from your mouth. He licks you up, tasting your juices like it's his last meal.

"Just fuck me already, enough foreplay!" You squeal, watching as Jason teases your entrance, sliding nothing but his tip in and out of your sopping wet cunt. You mewl out, and grind against him, easing his dick inside you. You watch as his muscles flex, restraining himself from thrusting like a rabid beast. He wanted to destroy your cunt, but he let adjust to his size. He was so big. He rocks into you slowly, feeling the scratches from your fingernails burn his back deliciously.

"Faster, Jay," you mewl out, gasping and moan underneath him. You were a mess and he loved it. He sped up his thrusts, grunting and grabbing at your hips. "So fucking tight, gonna ruin you," he mumbles. His thrusts got sloppy and faster, silently telling you he was close to the breaking point.

"You gonna cum, daddy?" You tease him, your orgasm slowly approaching as well. He nods, grunting and continuing to rock into you at a merciless pace. With one thrust, you orgasm, screeching out and clawing at his back. White spots dot at the corner of your eyes as Jason cums inside of you, spilling his liquid. He slumps over you, careful not to crush you.

"Wow," You say, quickly running into the bathroom to pee. You fix your hair in the bathroom and see Jason in the corner of the mirror, staring at you with a grin on his face.

"What?" you laugh.

"I think I'm in love."