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Hooking Up On New Years-(Blake Griffin)-For Jordan *Explicit* ****VERY LONG****

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"Come on, I want you to meet someone!" [Y/F/N] yelled over the loud music. Tonight wasn't your night really. Usually you were a party animal. All you wanted was to celebrate New Years with a couple of friends at a small party. But with the Olympics coming up next month, Team USA wanted to come together to celebrate. You followed her through the crowd of athletes to the VIP section. The room was full of tall basketball players. "DeAndre!" she yelled, hugging a ginormous man from behind. "Hey [Y/F/N]!" He looked at you. "Is this your friend?" "Yeah, this is Jordan, the superstar of the team!" You smiled sheepishly. He held out his hand. "I'm DeAndre, center for the Los Angeles Clippers." You shook his hand. "I'm Jordan. Track runner for the USA." "His name is actually Hyland" [Y/F/N] laughed. "But you can call me DeAndre" he clarified. She elbowed him, and laughed. The two started walking and you trailed behind.

"Where are your friends at?" "Matt is down on the dance floor. Blake is over there being a LONER!" he said, yelling the last part. The auburn haired man looked up from his phone, laughing. He was so handsome. "Whatever DJ, your dunk is still a 7.5!" DeAndre shook his head. A new song started playing from downstairs. "That's my shit!" [Y/F/N] screamed. She tugged at DeAndre's shirt sleeve. "Let's go dance!" You looked at the two. They joked as they zipped through the crowd. You were standing in the middle of the floor. You knew no one here. You went over to 'Blake' and sat down on the other end of the couch. He looked you up and down. "Who told you to sit next to me?" 'Wow. Rude much.' You stood up. "Sorry-I just-" He burst out laughing. "I'm just joking, geez, you take things seriously don't you?" You sat back down, your clutch resting on your lap. "Sorry, I just don't want to be here right now. I'm just not feeling it tonight." "Same, DJ dragged me here, I just wanted to hang out at a bar, get a few drinks..nothing that big." "Someone that finally understands!" He stood up. "Well how about we get out of here then? It's only nine o'clock. We could go back to my place, watch some movies, just chill?" He held out a hand for you. "Oh, what the hell, lets go." You took his hand and stood up.

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"Make yourself comfortable, you want anything to drink, water? Soda?" You shook your head, still in awe at his humble abode. "Your house is amazing!" He turned around. "Really? It's not all that much? I could show you around a little bit whenever you want." You jumped on the large, plush couch. "No, I'm good. So what kind of movies do you have?" He picked up a stack of Redbox movies of the table. "Ride Along, Devil's Due, Last Vegas-" "Let's go with Ride Along." He put in the movie. "You have any candy or something? I have a sweet tooth." "I thought I was sweet enough?" You stuck out your tongue at him. He poked your side, causing you to giggle. "Sure, what kind of candy do you want?" You walked into the kitchen. "What kind do you have?" He opened the cabinets. Inside was a candy-lovers paradise.  Every candy you could name, he had it. "Blake, is this all you eat?!" "What? No! I have my chef come over to cook for me every now and then." "Jesus Christ, just hand me some Skittles." From that, you just had to imagine his paycheck. Before you could take the candy out his hand, he snatched it back. "You gotta be quicker than that." He held it over your head. "This is no fair, you're like eight feet tall!" "6'10 sweetie" he corrected, "get it right." God, Blake was so playful, it was a little nerve-wrecking, but that beautiful smile with those cheekbones, you couldn't stay mad long.

Finally, you were able to get situated on the couch and start the movie. You laid against Blake, your head on his shoulder. He was so calm. You checked your phone, just to see if [Y/F/N] had called; she had. Right as you were going to text her, a call came in. "I have to take this." "Did you want me to pause the movie?" You shook your head. "Hello?" You went outside, the crisp January air trying to invade your body. "I've been calling you for the past hour Jordan!" "I'm sorry, Blake and I were just-" "Blake?! He's with you?! I swear to God, he better not try anything.." "Calm down, we're just watching a movie." "That's how it starts." "Look, I'll call you later. Please don't get too drunk." She laughed. "Alright, talk to you later." "Bye." "Remember no sex, because if you have sex, you'll get pregnant and die." You laughed and hung up. Blake was still sitting in the same spot. You finished watching 'Ride Along' and Blake just picked a random one of tv. A sex scene came on, and it was not trying to hide anything. You could feel yourself get wet.

Having Blake sit next to you didn't help. 

However, he didn't seem to be very phased. His arm slipped around you, and he moving closer. Knowing you were turning Blake Griffin on made you move closer. Each of you moved a litte bit closer, until your thighs were touching. You looked at him. His browns eyes were already staring into yours. He took the bag of Skittles out of your hand and laid them on the coffee table. His eyes looked down at your lips and back to your eyes. You pulled his face down to yours. It began to get heated. And soon you found yourself laying under him. You felt Blake's hand crept up into your dress, his hands pulling at your underwear. You almost wanted to stop. Almost. Blake deepened the kiss. He groaned into your mouth while you ran your fingers through curls.  His lips tasted so sweet, and they were so soft.

Fuck everything [Y/F/N] said.

You ground up against him. He breathed out a moan, and he finally pulled away for air. He leaned off of you a bit, and took of his shirt.  God, even his moans were sexy. His delicous body towered over you, his eight pack all the way down to his, deep v-line. Blake stood up and pulled down his pants, you took off your dress. The bulge was so big, but you wanted to see him. His boxers strained to keep his member conceled. Blake stroked himself through the cotton fabric. "Do you have a condom?" you asked. He held up the small package. You were scared, if it tore, would you get pregnant, you didn't want kids, not now anything- "Jordan." You looked up from Blake's member to see him blushing. His face a dark red. He was so cute. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to." "Blake, no, I'm sorry, it's just you're so big.." He got on the couch onto of you. "Just relax." You nodded. Blake slid your underwear down past your ankles. You tried to cover your body some. But Blake moved your hands. "Stop, you have the most gorgeous body, Jordan." He finally took off his boxers. You watched as the waistband stretched over the member. Out came his large, perfect girth.

You watched as he opened a condom and rolled it down onto himself. He climbed over top of you, and positioned himself at your entrance. "You ready?" You nodded and gripped his forearm that was holding him up. He slowly entered you. You felt a sudden fullness, he was so deep already. Blake stopped and tried to let you adjust to the feeling, he was buried inside you, fully. "You can move now." He started out slow, until he started to gradually speed up. Grunts came from his as he moved into you. The couch rocked with his movements. You reached up and rubbed your hands down his body. He let out another loud groan. You ran your hands up to his chest, over his nipples, to his neck. You pulled him down, taking his lips into another kiss. Blake gripped your hips and used all the force he had to thrust into you. It felt as if he were in your stomach. "B-Blake, that feels so good" you stammered. A familiar knot made you tighten yourself around Blake, as you were almost to your high. He deepened his strokes. "Shit..shit.." you muttered. Your eyes rolled back as you came, Blake thrusting a final time. Just as he finished, a clock through the house ran.

The clock struck 12:01.

It was now 2014.

"Happy New Years" he panted, laying back next to you. He pulled a fleece pullover from the back of the couch. Both of your fell asleep listening to each others breathing.

-1503 words, whew! Longest imagine ever 😯😯 wore me out for real haha.