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Im Him Now pt 2

⭐️ After explosively mind blowing sex with your best friend Jon your on and off bf Carmelo is at the door. How will you get out of this one?⭐️

⚠️ NOT FOR MINORS! 18+ only ⚠️

“Jonathan! Why tf would you do that!” You exclaimed in shock and a bit of amusement while slapping his arm lightly.

“ Maaaan what he gone do? He ain’t go do shit, and even if he did he can’t beat me! I’m just having fun!” he said still laughing at the look on Melo’s face. You have to think quickly cause you knew this situation was not going to die down easily.

“ Come on you gotta leave out the back door” you tell Jon grabbing his hand and leading him to the back. Jon rolled his eyes and walked with you reluctantly. As you approached the door he stopped and grabbed your wrist to spin you back toward some him.

“You telling me I have to leave cause this chump that didn’t care about you until you wasn’t answering the phone showed up? You finna forget about the love we just made and take him back?!”

“What? Jon? NO! I don’t want any drama, what just happened between you and me was everything I’ve always wanted but I also don’t want yall to fight in my house. You think Melo is a chump but I know he’ll feel like he has a point to prove. So please let me get you out there incidental free, break it off with him for good and I’ll call you when I’m done. I just don’t want the drama.” You explained as you looked into those big deep pools of dark chocolate he had for eyes.

“Aight I can respect that.” He said leaning in to give you a passionate kiss. His lips warm against yours and soft. You reached for the door to open it.

“AND WHERE TF YALL THINK YALL GOIN?!” Melo said in an ominous tone. He leaned against the door frame shades on as if he’d been there a while. “ I heard your whole little goodbye speech! You in here giving that nigga my pussy?!” He removed the shades at he spoke. His eyes burned a whole through your soul. Jon stood his ground, calm as the sea after a storm.

“I Should fuck both yall up! But I expect something like this from Jon bitch ass. But you? You owe me everything!” He lunged forward grabbing you by the throat and picking you up against the wall.

The next thing you remember seeing as the room started to get dark and you struggled for air was a fist 👊🏽 hit Carmelo in the face. He let you go and you fell beside him as you both lay on the floor. 2 massive hands reached down and pulled Carmelo up by his shirt and drug him out the back door. For the next 2-5 mins you lay there just trying to catch your breath and wrap your mind around what just happened. The noises from what sounded like a fight happening in your backyard caught your attention and snapped you right out of it. You made your way to the back porch. 

There Jon was all 6’3 250 lbs of him, whooping Melo’s ass up and down the back yard.

“ I you was treating her right and eating her right she would never had to come crying to me anyway!” Jon said between breathes as he landed another blow to Carmelo’s face.

Melo was on his knees now, Jon had him by collar. Nose bloodied, lip busted, and looking pitiful. “Jon that enough make him leave! Please!” You cried out from the porch. “He had no business touching you like that and I’m just making sure he knows that, go back inside and wait for me!” Jon said with a reassuring tone. You know this isn’t the right time but seeing him put belt to ass like that made you wanna suck him off the bone! 👅 💦🍆

“Hold up before you go Melo wants to apologize.” Jon said “Tell her you sorry for being a bitch ass nigga” Jon told him. “I’m sorry I put my hands on you, I should have never did that” Melo said almost as if he was crying. And with that you turned and walked back in the house.

“I suggest you get in yo lil Beamer, drive home and forget all about Y/N! She’s mine now! See while you was in the streets last night doing whatever I was here holding her all night! Caressing her body, stroking all her worries away! In every meaning of the word. You never deserved a woman like that Melo! We both know it! Big Jim IS HIM!” 

Melo walked to his car, ego deflated. But this wasn’t over not by a long shot. He watched as Jon turned to head back into the house. Fuck that! He gotta see me again! He thought.

Back In the house Jon found you in a bubble bath soaking. He walked in sweaty. Hair wild. But still concerned about you. You aight? He asked.

Yeah I’m fine I was a little light headed. But this hot bath is helping. This was a wild night. I’m just glad the hard part is over. Also, thank you. You said softly looking at the man that just defended your honor. No need to thank me. You for me now and I’d be pussy not to stand up for what’s mine. Jon said taking a sit on the floor next to the tub. Get in here so I can show you how much I appreciated that. You tell him motioning for him to get in the tub.

Jon removed his clothes revealing his strong Samoan body. He sat at the opposite end of the tub and you motioned for him to turn around back facing you. You took a small hand full of shampoo and begin to rub it through his hair making sure to massage his scalp sensually. He let a moan escape his lips as he melted into you. We should have did this a long time ago. He told you. You begin to rinse his hair out. Jon turned to look at you and you locked lips with him. Please let me take care of you like you take care of me Jon. You plead with him.

Jon moved back against the tub, and allowed you room to move in on him. You follow his signal. You begin placing soft kisses on his lips, 👄 while he cupped your face to pull you in. You reached down beneath the bubbles and find his balls. You begin to touch them lightly and massage them in your hand. Jon let out a moan as he sucked your bottom lip.

Damn girl, you bout to have to show me somethin. He said breathily. His erection begin to bob atop the water. You pulled away and caught the lustful glance in his eyes. You took his erection in your mouth. FUUUUCK he said eyes rolling back in his head. You begin you put in your best show. Hand jacking him off as you slurped him up. Gawk GUCK GAWK SLURRRRP GAWK GAG Your eyes begin to water the harder his dick got but you aren’t a quitter.

Fuck bae keep sucking that dick like that. He put his hand on the back of your head and begin to pump into your throat. Fuck you gone make me nut! He said. That was your cue. You pulled back up and straddled his lap. He immediately took your right nipple into his mouth which made you moan as you slid onto his manhood. It’s was such a tight fit. He filled all of you. Ride that dick bae. He said slapping your ass. Mmmh ima ride Big Jim daddy! You moaned. You found your footing and begin to bounce on his length. Your pussy was so wet and gripped him like a closed fist. Nut in me daddy, give me that nut! With every movement you could feel your orgasm building. You slow down and begin to grind onto him. Mmmh ugh fuck keep doing that like that, ima bust in you. His head rolled back and his body begin to tense up. You could feel the huge vein in his dick begin to throb against your pussy wall as you continued to ride him. He grabbed your ass and begin to force you down a little harder. If feel you baby, come with me. You moaned. In an intense explosion of ecstasy filled screams and passion you both erupted. He pulled you close kissing you intensely. We not even 24 hrs in and we gone fuck around and make a baby. Jon told you laughingly. Would that be so bad? You asked partially entertaining the idea. Well if your down I’m down to. Jon said wrapping both arms around you and you melted into him. Smelling the curve of his neck as he cuddled you.

Just then Jon’s pants begin to ring, it was his phone. Then the message dings started flooding in. Ding ding ding ding ding. Damn who’s trynna reach you?! Well I know one thing it’s not Melo! He said jokingly leaning over to grab his phone out of his pants pocket. The smile on his face dropped. FUCK! Jon said. What? What happened? You asked seeing the look on his face.

TO BE CONTINUED

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it’s been over a month since jey saw his daughter. you weren’t making it easy either. you were canceling plans last minute, not answering when he called, always having some excuse when rlly the truth was, you’d been keeping your distance from him.

he tried to tell himself it was fine, that he needed the space from you anyway… but not his baby. the second he got back in town, he didn’t even unpack. he just wanted to see her.

you hadn’t seen him since it happened. and you weren’t tryna think about that night. it scared you. he apologized, but not rlly. just said, “you know i ain’t mean to scare you. you just don’t listen when i talk calm.” that was it. wait, does that even count as an apology!? oh well, you accepted it.

you were getting your daughter dressed that morning when your man texted you.

you’d been needing this. a pedicure, a full set, and definitely a pretty bubblegum polish for your daughter to match. she kicked her feet the whole time, twirling in the chair and telling the nail tech every single detail of her week. you told her, “this is our secret, okay?” and she pinky promised. not a peep to her daddy.

and…..she sung like a canary the first chance she got.

once he picked her up, she hopped in his backseat and he turned down the music so he could hear her better.

“i missed you, stink,” he said, reaching back to grab her leg. “you been bein’ good for mommy?”

she nodded hard, then grinned. “look at my feet daddy!” she was already kicking off her little jelly sandals and twisting in her seat, trying to angle her toes toward the front.

“man ain’t nobody thinking bout them stinkin ass feet,” he teased, leaning over to kiss her forehead and tickle her until she shrieked with laughter. he saw her pink toes and asked if you did them.

“her boyfriend gave her money so we look pretty!”

his entire demeanor changed, and for once, he didn’t press the issue. he simply stared out the windshield before putting the car in drive, he was thinking of a “better” way to react.

he waited until he got home and called you, demanding that your daughter gets her nail polish removed. when you told him he was ridiculous, he hung up on you.

by the end of her week with him, your daughter’s nails were redone. she didn’t understand it, but she was happy to show them off anyway.

by monday, you had a notification for your own nails to be done. then another for your eyebrows. then one for your wax appointment (how the fuck did he even know you had one scheduled?!) and by tuesday, there was money waiting for your lashes and hair. you should’ve blocked him and sent the money back but you didn’t.

maybe bcs some part of you liked it and when you looked in the mirror, you weren’t thinking about your new man.

you were thinking about him.

and now here you are… half undressed, bent over your bathroom counter, mouth slightly open as his hand presses between your shoulder blades and the other slides around your waist, keeping you right where he wants you.

“don’t need that lil boyfriend now, do you?” he growls against your ear, hips snapping into you again and again.

“fuck, fuck, fuckkk! daddy, i’m sorry!” the words came out in a choked gasp. half from the way the counter dug into your skin, half from the way his hips kept punishing you. it burned, but it felt too good to stop.

“what's done got into you, huh? keep fucking testing me and shit,”

“need y-you to get me r- ohmygoshhh—” you whine, beginning to squeal at the tightening of your stomach. jey looks down at you before licking his lips, pushing and pulling you to your orgasm. he occasionally freed his hand from your shoulder to smack your ass but his eyes stay focused on your face as you unraveled.

your body twitched and trembled as you coated his dick causing jey to let out a groan. you watched hazily through the reflection of the two of you in the mirror as you could see the gears turning in his mind.

“ima make sure you know where home is mama..” his voice was raspy, right behind your ear, but that didn’t register. “put a baby inside of you, send ya boyfriend packing. ain’t nobody gone want yo pregnant ass but me.” that didn’t click either. it should’ve been a red flag but you weren’t looking for safety rn. hell, you reveled in his words! it turned you on even more.

he knows the power he has over you.

“you want that, baby?” he said in a low growl, more intently hitting that spot inside of you. you squirmed against him, your hips pressing back on instinct, chasing every brutal snap of his. “wanna give me another baby?”

you mewled, reaching blindly as your grip slipped from the bathroom counter. your body was giving out, pleasure surging through you like a wave, but you still tried to lift your head, struggling to stay present as he dragged another orgasm out of you.

it’s rare for jey to just mindlessly fuck you. he’s always got intentions, always got a reason. but when he does just lose himself like this, it drives you wild. you didn’t even know what you were saying anymore. all that mattered was the way he made you feel.

“cum in me, cum in me…oh-oh-shit! jey! cummm, plea-” you hadn’t even finished the jumbled mess of words when jey let go of your waist, curses tangled with your name escaped his lips as he buried himself all the way inside you.

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By Amina Muaddi — w "Anok" Yai (as a muse for the shoes).

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pillow talking

NB: i had this idea pop up in my head. idk if it’s going anywhere, but tell me how you feel!! maybe i’ll try turning it into a series.

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She gave them something different.

What drew people to her was something special, not quite the norm. Call it exclusivity, call it privacy, call it the girlfriend experience; it didn’t matter. At the end of the day, she got naked for strangers on the internet. That’s the way she saw it, at least.

There was no need to sugarcoat anything, no need to pretend. She felt no shame about any of it. How could she, when it felt this good?

Eyelids heavy from pleasure, her long fingers worked her from the inside out, with ease. This was practiced, perfected. Her apetite knew no bounds, but she knew just how to satisfy it. Whimpering quietly, she forced herself to keep her eyes open, not wanting to miss it. Not wanting to miss him.

Their movements slowed in sync as their eyes met through the screen.

“Fuck, you look good, babe.”

Voice thick like syrup, he praised her, urging her to push herself to the limit. Watching her like this, seeing her so singularly focused on her own pleasure sparked something different in him.

“Talk to me, baby, tell me how good it feels.” He asked.

She mewled in response, throwing her head back as she pushed further into herself. The way she felt right now, with his eyes on her, forming a sentence was impossible. Her slick sounds punctuated the sensual music in the background. He matched her, driven closer and closer to his peak stroking himself to the sight of her. Her skin glowed with the effort of playing with herself, inked patterns dancing as her muscles moved. “I’m so close,” she cried.

“Yeah? Me too, baby. Keep going for me.”

Their hands moved faster, still in sync, like they’d practiced this. Conscious he was in some hotel or the other, he tried his hardest not to be too loud, but low groans escaped him as she suddenly lifted her head to look at him, deep brown eyes piercing his through the screen.

Like she’d demanded it, his orgasm ripped through him, dripping onto his stomach and chest. She came shortly after, cursing under her breath. They stayed silent for a few minutes afterwards, sleepy smiles plastered on their faces.

“Mm, we should do that again.”

A smirk graced his face as he shook his head at her. She was insatiable. That’s part of what kept him coming back to her; her pleasure was the purpose. His presence behind a camera lens was almost irrelevant.

“You’re dangerous.”

“Can’t help it.” She shrugged, smiling as she rolled onto her belly. The way she rested her head in her palms pushed her round breasts together, still glistening with sweat.

“You got time to spend with me tonight, or do I have to beg for it?” her tone was teasing. He could swear he caught a twinkle in her eye.

“Nah, I got time. But you do beg real pretty.”

He cleaned himself off as they spoke, leaving her to watch him shower. His muscles were already loose from the release, but after the night he’d had, he needed a hot shower to fully relax.

“You feeling okay about not holding the title for now?” she asked, eyes never leaving him. He was her favourite. With him, it felt like they were equals. Their roles swapped easily and frequently, both of them dancing between watched and watcher organically.

“If we’re being real? No.” he admitted. “It’s like, none of this shit is up to me. No matter how much work I put in, at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter,”

She hummed, nodding in understanding.

“I get that. But you know that’s not true, right? You wouldn’t have got it in the first place, if you didn’t work as hard as you did.”

Were it anybody else, he would shrug it off. After all, she was on the clock, technically. That’s the whole point of what she does, is to feed his ego, right? But not her. That was the other thing that kept pulling him back to her, that kept him typing out a message asking her to get on cam for him after a long day. She made it feel real. Somehow, when they spoke, it felt like she was there with him. Neither of them were performing.

“I guess. What we watching tonight?” He changed the subject.

Nights like these, she picked some TV show or the other for them to watch together. Recently she’d been making him watch Real Housewives of somewhere, he could never remember where. He couldn’t lie, he was getting into it. Mostly just to hear her tell him all the story behind the fights, to go off on a tangent about what she thought was going on underneath the argument over whatever dinner was on that night. Eventually, they’d slip into their respective beds and their eyes would close, bodies spent. He’d wake up in the morning, always earlier than she did, and would be met with the sight of her, the picture of peace.

That’s what he was paying for.

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sbto: solana and roman insta (+ posts)

yes, roman's is 100% reflective of his (in)ability navigating social media.

he also has no idea how to set his profile as private but doesn't really care either way since he never posts. only reason he has that one post up is because his old ass thought he had to make at least one post to unlock commenting.

lastly, idk why the emojia saved like that and the babies look white, but i promised i used the tan emojis lmao

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GOD BLESS THE WOMEN SHAPED LIKE THIS 😍