Getting Close To A Follower Milestonehow Should We Celebrate??

getting close to a follower milestone…how should we celebrate??

can’t sleep til i share this

rm bias’s favorite renaissance track: church girl & cozy

jin bias’s favorite renaissance track: pure/honey & Im that girl

yoongi bias’s favorite renaissance track: heated & plastic off the sofa

jhope bias’s favorite renaissance track: alien superstar & all up in your mind

jimin bias’s favorite renaissance track: america has a problem & summer renaissance

v bias’s favorite renaissance track: cuff it & move

jungkook bias’s favorite renaissance track: virgo’s groove & thique

I think about this fic often

Boss.

Inspired by: Just a neighbor by @ clumsy-jiminie.

Notes: There will be a prelude, ya'll know I like to work backwards. I haven't been inspired to write for so long, I'm so excited rn.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC); Rod Reiss x Tiny

Rating: R | Minors DNI

Warnings: infidelity, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, dirty talk, cuckolding(?) cigarettes

The sound of mattress springs creaking and a woman’s moans reaching a crescendo is what greeted Rod Reiss home after a long day at the office. The kitchen light Tiny usually left above the dining table to spotlight his cold dinner was out, blanketing the room in darkness and the ominous smell of cooked pork. Placing his briefcase down in the foyer, Rod rubbed his crinkled hands along the side of his weary face.

Above him, the creaking of the mattress lost its rhythm as a man grunted his wife’s name over and over.

It’s been a long day.

Rod took his time, palming the wall for the light switch and removing the foil cover of his late dinner. The sound of cutlery connecting with the expensive white china Tiny insisted he buy in the first year of their union was the only noise breaking up the long stretches of silence. After ten minutes of filling his gut, the undeniable smell of tobacco wafted through the long halls of the house, intruding into every room and sinking into every crevice.

Tiny must be knocked out by now.

Heavy boots made no attempt to conceal the even-paced steps traveling down the spiral staircase, the scent of cheaply harvested tobacco drawing closer.

The muscles in his neck spasmed as Rod tried to suppress the instinct to cower. The presence of his wife’s lover will forever make his stomach turn.

“I thought I heard the door earlier.” If Levi picked up on the unease his presence brought in, he didn’t let it show. Rod watched the younger man with envy as he strutted around the kitchen, in the house his hard-earned money paid for, fiddling around the stocked jars and baskets for a post-coitus snack, cigarette hanging loosely between two fingers.

“Such a shame you weren’t here when she cooked it. Pork is always best served hot.”

The knife in his Rod’s hand nearly snapped from the tight hold it was under. For a second, Rod wondered what the utensil would look like submerged in the meat of Levi’s neck. Would the silver of the metal look as good as he imagined if it was stained red with blood instead of the clear juices from the cut of meat?

“I don’t think Tiny will have the energy to walk to your marriage bed tonight, I really wore her out. Which is good for you, she’s always in a better mode after a good fuck.” This time, Levi spared his employer a coy smile, one cheek puffed out to make room for the buttered roll he decided on.

The knife clanged against the porcelain, the plate could break for all Rod cared. His stomach recoiled and revolted, unable to take any more of this farce of a civil conversation. He knew the young man only did this to get under his skin, skin that should be thick after the past year. It didn’t matter.

His pride couldn’t take it. It couldn’t bear the sight of the lowlife miscreant in his house, eating his food, fucking his wife, and gloating in front of his face with the smell of dried sweat and arousal clinging to his lean frame.

As if sensing the older man’s increasing ire, Levi stuffed the remains of his snack in his mouth.

“Goodnight, boss.” His steps slapped against the marble floor, up the stairs until he reached the room where Tiny slept, blissfully unaware of the maelstrom she was at the center of.

Rod left the dirty plate in the sink and took his time going up the stairs, following the steps of his junior, pausing briefly before the doorframe of Tiny’s personal room. The entrance was wide open, allowing Rod’s tired blue eyes to take in the sight.

The ebony stands of Levi’s hair were clutched tightly between Tiny’s fingers as his head nuzzled into the crevice between her plush thighs. There was no blanket to cover the supple flesh of Tiny’s breasts jutting into the air as her back arched off the silk-covered furniture.

The whines that dripped off her tongue called to him like a siren, his feet sinking into the floor until moving from the spot became impossible.

“Levi, Levi, Levi…” The name of another man filled his ears like wax. Her hips bucked as Levi dove deeper into her cunt, its wetness mixing with the saliva of his mouth to create a symphony of vulgarity.

“Ah, there baby. Mm…”

Levi’s hand moved in tandem with his mouth to work Tiny into a frenzy, plugging her hole with three long fingers with his tongue focusing on her swollen clit, showering it with all the attention it needed.

The room in his slacks decreased the longer Rod watched the two in the act. He had half a mind to sit down on the nearby chair inside the room. As he weighed the pros and cons of his options, Levi scattered kisses on his wife’s glistening brown skin, trailing from her core to her hipbone, up her soft stomach until his lips formed a suction around a pert nipple.

“Yes, Levi, yes!”

Finally, their lips smacked together as he drank in her wanton cries, all the while his fingers continued to plunge into her pussy. Tiny’s hands marked her lover’s shoulders and back, turning the alabaster skin red in the wake of her nails. One of her hands disappeared into the mess between them, wrapping around Levi’s cock by the way his body jolted.

“Fuck baby, You wanna get fucked? Need me to fill you up again? My fingers not good enough for your greedy pussy?” Tiny whimpered as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “You know your husband is home now?”

“Aah,”

“Oh, but you don’t care do you? Still want me? I’ll teach him to not leave his little needy wife at home with the help.” Though strained with lust, Levi’s voice came out loud and clear as if he knew Rod had stopped at the door and was unable to look away. “Make a mess for me and I’ll fuck you ‘til you break.”

The gush of wetness leaving her hole was audible even with the increased volume of her cries. Levi’s mouth trailed her collarbone, his low tone talking her through the intense orgasm lighting up her nerves.

“Keep your eyes open, princess. M’not done with you.” Her head shifted as the waves of pleasure slowed down. Rod gulped, his focus captured by the sight of his wife lifeless on the bed. Her legs spread further on the mattress as Levi situated himself between them. “Hold your legs up, Tiny.”

Wordlessly, she followed his command, her palms cupping the back of her knees, securing her legs to her chest and out of the way for Levi.

“You listen so well to me,” He mumbled, providing imagery for Rod who could not see from outside the room. The smack of Levi’s flesh against her wet folds sent shivers down the older man’s spine, envy filling his bones as his employee prepared to take his wife for himself once more. “Bet you wouldn’t feel this good for your husband.”

“Levi, more!” At her plea, Levi moved like the tide, pushing and pulling himself through her depths, dragging out noises that were sure to follow Rod into his dreams that night. The muscles in his thighs and ass flexed as Levi worked, groans building in his throat and falling out haphazardly.

Their lips met again, strips of flesh melding together as he riled Tiny up with his touch. Their kiss broke and she took the opportunity to breathe in new air to her overworked lungs. The erection straining under his Rod’s layers of clothes became more painful the longer he watched the pair succumb to ecstasy. He grunted along with them, knees neat buckling as Tiny called out Levi’s name.

“Louder, let that pathetic fuck know who’s making his wife scream like this.” The slap of flesh became harsher, louder, less controlled as the cliff drew closer. Tiny’s husband watched on, too entranced to notice the quick glances thrown his way as he crossed the threshold.

By the time Levi tired, Rod had a growing stain on the front of his pants. The oppressive atmosphere lightened as Tiny returned to slumber, womb filled and head empty all thanks to Levi.

Said man had returned to the discarded cigarette he left in the ashtray, blowing smoke into the humid air. Ash stained the white silk sheets but he paid no mind to that.

“You had fun watching, boss?” Levi addressed around the stick hanging off his lip. He didn’t turn to look the man in the eye, already knowing a frowning face would be the response. When he didn’t hear the soles of Rod’s feet slap against the floor, Levi took another drag and held it.

Blue eyes met in the darkness, one clouded by the release of tobacco smoke. “Get some sleep, Boss. you got a long day tomorrow. I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.”

We Flock Together

Synopsis: Safe? Or Imprisoned? It makes sense someone like Bruce Wayne wouldn’t be able to tell the difference and think a pretty gilded cage is the only reasonable answer.

Status: On-going | Taglist: Open, comment or message me to be added

Overall Rating: PG-13 (subject to change)

Chapters

~Trust Me? You Stole Me!

~Might As Well, Right?

-A Bit Drunk But Still Fine

~Let’s Add Caviar To It

~That it, Bossman?

~He Put Out An Ad?

~I Know What They’re Thinking

Main Masterlist

tagging is always hell I swear

yes.

The way he watches you riding him. Two hands behind his head, the rest resting on your thighs. A smug smile on his face, enjoying the sight in front of him. Your tits bouncing or the way you try to steady yourself on his massive thighs. Sukuna will let his tummy tongue come out on occasion to tease the sensitive bud between your legs.

It‘s a sight for him, but your efforts bring him pleasure just in a limited way. It‘s foreplay for him really, watching you bounce on his dicks, barely functioning in your head. It turns him on to see you struggle on his lengths, because he knows that‘s just the beginning.

The King‘s hands on your thighs slowly trace up your figure to give your tits a soft squeeze. You whimper, still trying to bounce.

„Shhhh“ he coos, letting his hands wander to your back. Your body instantly replies to his command and stops bouncing. Mindlessly you look into his face, admiring his beautiful features, panting. His smile grows. Enough with playing.

The hands on your back push you down effortlessly onto his chest, your face now resting on his muscular pecs. Soft. You can hear his heartbeat. Badum… Badum… You notice it‘s a bit slower than the heart of a human.

„So obedient“ he chuckles lowly, his hands slowly wander down to your ass, grabbing your cheeks harshly, spreading them. His other two hands find their way around you, caging you in, pressing you more onto his broad chest. You can‘t move, his hold on you tight. Sukuna shifts under you. Repositioning his legs, supporting himself on his feet now. Pulling his lengths out slowly before he rams them back into you as he starts to truly fuck you.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Hitting it right every time. Leaving precum in your dripping pussy, fluids mixing, flesh rubbing. His pecs harden under your face from his activity. Your hands find his biceps, grabbing onto the tattooed ring, holding on for dear life. The sweat forming between your bodies and the wetness that already lingers between your thighs only supporting the lust you already feel for your King. You can’t help but moan and salivate onto his chest. Him holding you like that, caging you in like that, fucking you like that, you love being used by him.

Balls slapping against your skin. He‘s fucking you so deep and good. You notice his heart rate rising, his lengths throbbing, his breath quicken. Mindlessly you start to draw circles with your tongue on his left nipple, trying your best to pleasure the King to the fullest. You didn‘t expect the deep moan that rumbles through his chest, vibrating on your cheek. You can‘t see his face, but the responses of his body tell you so much. Sukuna loves you being his little cunt that he can use and fuck and ruin. He goes harder, harder, harder until the sounds start getting more and more juicy, more wet. His growls and snarls and groans only growing louder.

This is the fuck he truly needs.