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pseudowho · 1 year ago

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How they ejaculate...

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, me getting all ejaculation-sciency about the boys because I'm obsessed

With: Gojo, Nanami, Higuruma, Geto, Choso, Toji and True form!Sukuna

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Gojo ejaculates fast, short, sharp little bursts of cum, for a long time (15 seconds plus), his seed leaving him in 15-20 bursts (contractions) like a hail of bullets, his cock only jerking a few more times after his cum has left him. He's dopey after he orgasms, bound to cockiness while his length is still pulsing little shots of cum.

Not much pre-cum, a little drip here and there--sometimes playing with his cock feels so neat, and he needs a lot of lube if you're going to have him in your hand for a while. Likes you to wet his cock with your spit, because of this.

Overall, a middling amount of cum, about 3ml each time he cums (mid consistency, bright white, and thins out and becomes transparent really quickly), and stays pretty consistent even if he has more than one ejaculation in a short space of time.

Balls pull up tight to the base of his cock when he's about to cum, so if he doesn't want to cum yet, he pulls them gently away from his cock, delaying his orgasm. You've recognised this, and take full advantage of the physiological mechanism to edge him ruthlessly, pulling his balls gently away as he begs you, pathetic and whining in your hand as he squirms beneath you.

Multiple sessions with Gojo will just leave you fuller, and fuller and fuller, and because his refractory period is as little as 5 minutes, he suddenly becomes a beast of an ejaculator, leaving you sticky and wet and covered in just an hour or two.

Distance? When there's nothing in the way to stop it, and he's cumming in your hand, it goes fast and far, at least 6ft of ejaculation distance, and you find little splatters of it dotted all around you later; the sofa, the floor, your hair.

Nanami ejaculates long, heavy strings of cum, overall fewer bursts, perhaps 10 overall, only 3 or 4 of them actually generating any cum, but continuing to have long, painfully strong twitching contractions after his seed is spent. Whole orgasm lasts a long time, up to 20 seconds, and he's shaking and groaning by the end of it.

His exceptional orgasm control can vary, depending on how wound up you make him during sex; he'll be reaching down to grip the base of his cock, ready to drag things out but then-- oh. You say his name so sweetly, and beg him to cum inside you, and all of a sudden he's pulsing inside you, hunched over, cursing and spitting because damn you and damn his lack of self-control. Expect to be flipped over and bound the second time, his wristwatch removed and resting on your arse (to time himself and prove how controlled he really can be), because how dare you make him cum before he planned to.

Lots of cum in those thick long spurts, low-grade hyperspermia, with 5.5-7ml per ejaculation. Longer refractory period, up to 30 minutes, but you can build him up slowly, and he'll cum just as much each time. Leaves you full and dripping right from the start, and he loves it. Off-white, thick, and stays thick for ages, so when he cums inside you, you still feel and smell him leaking out of you for a full day or more after.

Balls are big and heavy, so they don't pull up towards the base of his cock so much when he's about to come, but they feel tight and they ache. Nanami is putty in your hands if you fondle his balls at this stage, and he may go blind from the pleasure when he cums.

Breathing heavily after he orgasms, often still looking so tense if he's not brought down gently...likes slow, gentle stimulation after he ejaculates to ease those agonisingly long cock twitches. Massage him through it, cupping his balls and slow strokes to his cock, and the tension will seep out of him, leaving him on the verge of sleep.

Lots of pre-cum- handjobs get wet, and he's mortified about it, embarrassed by how messy you get when you stroke him. Doesn't need lube, but sometimes you mix some in for him to feel a little less self conscious.

Middling distance; will spurt long stripes up to the top of his chest, and your face, so about 2-3ft. His cum is heavy and sticky, so it's not going as far as his powerful ejaculation would move thinner cum.

Higuruma often dry orgasms when hyper-stressed, so quickies will leave him unsatisfied, and he needs forcing to slow down to allow him to actually cum.

Don't be surprised to have him stumble through the door, a deep crinkle of stress between his eyes, as he rucks your skirt up, hooks his heavy cock out of his trousers and fucks you against the wall, having a dry premature ejaculation the first time, his orgasm almost painful and providing little to no relief. You'll be dragged into bed, or you'll drag him into bed, where things will slow down, by his hand or yours.

Longer refractory period, this guy is over 35 now, so expect at least an hour. Unfortunately, in the intervening time, you'll be expected to ride that lovely nose, or take his cock into your mouth until he's hard again.

Ejaculation can border on painful pleasure for him, especially after a dry orgasm, his balls tight and sore and he flinches for them to be touched with your hands. Would rather you cockwarm him, and keep them warm against your soft pussy to ease the ache, or use your mouth for the job if you're going down on him.

When he does ejaculate, expect lots of long, slow, lazy spurts of cum, pouring out of his cock rather than spurting, with up to 10 long sluggish spurts of cum (pearly white, mid consistency, stays thick for some time for how long it took to get it out of him), with a lazily twitching cock for almost a minute after.

No distance at all, spatters straight onto his happy trail and your hand, so it makes it feel like he's cum gallons, but is really only upper-end of average, perhaps 4ml a time.

I think this guy is a builder-- each orgasm gets bigger, longer and stronger than the last. With the first one, he's tight, tense, little to no pre-cum or cum. By the time he's had you in bed for the whole of the morning, he's a whimpering wreck, cumming 6-7ml a time, cockhead sore and drooling pre-cum between orgasms.

Geto God-tier level ejaculation control; this man can squeeze the base of his cock, manipulate his balls, edge himself or cum fast, as much or as little as he wants, and it makes his ejaculation so unpredictable. Please expect him to use this to his full advantage, because he will use you like a toy, time and time again, to work out different ways to cum.

If left to his own devices, his baseline physiology will give him a totally average ejaculation; 10-15 contractions of his cock, 5 or 6 thin pale white bursts of semen, cock twitching just a few times after. You leak with his seed after, as usual, but nothing to write home about.

Or, the man can come at you hard and fast, ramming into you and massaging his balls to draw up tight, cumming in little short bursts of less cum (about 2ml), and have a barely there refractory period after. His cock will be half-hard and he'll jump straight in again, abusing your poor cunt until you'll been filled up bit by bit, and he's exhausted. His cum will shoot far, in staccato little bursts, up to 6ft, and he'll warn you, or you may lose an eye from the speed of it.

Or, he'll drag his own orgasm out for hours, gripping the base of his cock and gently tugging his heavy balls away from himself to delay his ejaculation. He'll ache, feeling heavier and heavier each time he does this, until he cums with devastating force, fewer contractions and bursts of cum that are so long and so drawn out (think true hyperspermia, 8-9ml), he convulses with the pleasure, leaving him weak and mellow from just one enormous orgasm. So much cum, it can't come out with so much force because there's just so much of it. Just put him in your mouth, or run a bath in advance, because it's not worth the effort to clean up after.

Barely any pre-cum, all jealously guarded by Suguru until he wants to come...which may be hours. Good luck.

Choso takes a while to learn how to control his orgasm; he's pretty new to this. His ejaculations are variable as a result. He doesn't get why he cums distances of 4 or 5 feet sometimes, little spurts of loads of cum, and why sometimes his orgasm takes almost 30 seconds, wracking through him like wildfire, slugging and slow, cum glugging out rather than shooting out.

As such, he's a total wildcard-- 2ml of cum one ejaculation, 5ml another. Thick and sticky and dense one day, loose and liquid and runny another. Shooting straight up and raining down in splatters on his shaking thighs one day, slugging out and filling your mouth until you're sputtering another.

Wanting a bit more expertise, Choso starts to watch porn, researching, joining anonymous chatrooms to ask the embarrassing questions-- why is he so unpredictable?

And then, he cracks it; he can control this.

He ends up going the same way as Suguru, with devastatingly accurate orgasm control; he'll yank his balls away from the base of his cock with a sandy groan to stop himself from cumming, savouring the look of surprise on your face as he drops his pace again, slipping in and out of you with punishingly slow strokes.

Choso gets off on the thought of his cum sticking to your pussy like glue, so he barely drinks all day, then makes you ride him, pulling you up off him after and smirking to see how barely anything drips out of you. He reads that pineapple and other citrus fruits make his cum sweeter, so you come home to an overloaded fruit bowl and a very fruity boyfriend one evening.

One thing he can't control, is the copious amounts of pre-cum that pour out of him while your hand is pumping him. Sometimes you're convinced that he's cum already, his pre-cum sometimes white compared to the usual watery clear fluid. The twisted pleasure on his face though, taking in your little wet hand around his cock, tells you otherwise.

Another guy who you can edge to the point of exquisite torture, by gently yanking his balls away from his cock when they tighten up, about to ejaculate. Choso begs and squirms in your hand, his pre-cum only getting heavier and heavier, your hand making wet little plap plap plaps as he ruts up into you.

His refractory period is pretty long for such a young 150 year old guy, which is another reason he trains himself to delay his ejaculation more. Too many times was he embarrassed by going quickly flaccid after prematurely ejaculating, arm over his eyes and blushing cheeks as you reassure him.

The longer you do this, the heavier, messier, and sloppier his ejaculations are. Expect your hands, mouth and his belly to be full or covered in milky, creamy white cum that drips in a sluggish, gluey way.

Toji ejaculates in mid-length, heavy bursts, a relatively short and aggressive orgasm, rough and dragging Toji over the coals. His cock only contracts a maximum of 10 times, most of his cum out by spurt number 8.

The volume though, is enough to worry a doctor. Truly hyperspermia, Toji can ejaculate anywhere from 10-12ml at a time, his balls heavy and dragging, and yanking them away from his cock when he's about to cum does little to slow down the impending flood.

Seeing you sputter and gag as you're forced to drink his seed down does something filthy to Toji, and he holds your mouth around him just to hear the thick swallows of his mid consistency, off-white, rocket-fast spurts of cum.

For all his bravado while you're jacking him off on the sofa, his orgasm wreaks havoc on him, teeth gritted so hard you can hear them crunch, and convulsing, hips rutting up as he curses and squeezes his eyes shut. He needs a break after, at least an hour, and if you tease him for it, he'll fuck you with his fingers until you can rein in that bratty attitude. Expect him to be scooping up some of that cum to lubricate his fingers before he rams them into you.

It's his distance that's world-record breaking; with no barriers to impede his ejaculation, his ropes of cum shoot out with such distance and force, you'll hear little splats on the ceiling. Your hand is almost dry, and so is his belly, but you know he cums gallons so...where the fuck did it go?

The lampshade. The chest of drawers on the other side of the room. Toji watched some drip down the window once, a smug smirk on his face.

You're gonna need a towel...or a good gag reflex.

True Form!Sukuna 🎶 Double the pleasure, double the fun 🎶

Though he always cums inhuman volumes of 20ml+ per ejaculation, the veritable monster that he is, of extremely thick and bright white cum. He truly is a monster, with his two cocks, seemingly absent refractory period, ejaculation speed that could send it flying 15+ feet, and almost prehensile ability to retract his balls to make himself cum whenever he wants to.

Not that he sees much reason to deny himself the pleasure of an orgasm-- it's not like he's here for your pleasure, but his own, and his barely-there refractory period and ability to use one cock at a time, one immediately after the other, means he can have orgasm after orgasm if he chooses to.

However, if you were to try to exert some control over his ejaculation, you could convince Sukuna that you're able to take both of his cocks at once. You would see the façade falter as you ride him, almost splitting in two, and he feels an orgasm at double the strength build with uncontrollable speed.

This is, of course, why he never let you see this little vulnerability-- he groans and heaves under you, double the cum spurting from him at horrible speed, in 10-15 continuous heavy contractions from start to finish. You can see the control he puts into stopping himself from convulsing, the sweat dripping into the eyes in his cheeks, even the mouth on his belly gasping with effort.

Sukuna is mortified to go flaccid after this intensely strong double-orgasm, and you will choose your fate, depending on how you react; your life is in God's hands, now.

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I'm embarrassed to know this much about the average male ejaculation.

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months ago

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Just to be Sure

Your husband Joel is desperate to get you pregnant again.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

CW: Breeding kink smut. Joel really really REALLY wants to knock you up. Lots of pregnancy talk. Reader has given birth before and is at the age where she can give birth again so choose your own adventure for age gap but I picture them about the same age with Joel late 30s. Husband!Joel. No outbreak AU. Creampie. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only

Length: 1k

A/N: Forgive me for this. I am completely baked and couldn’t shake the thought of Joel having an insane breeding kink. I think if there was no outbreak and Joel found a woman, he’d be DESPERATE to knock her up over and over. He is all about his family, wants so many kids to look after, he’s always begging her for just one more. This is that Joel. He’s filthy. I love him. Also I wrote this in an hour and a half while on an edible and barely proofread it fuck if we ball also sorry I wrote it half on my phone in bed OK BYE LOVE YOU!

“Fuck, Joel…”

Your voice trailed off, weak and breathless, your hands grasping uselessly at the sheets around you.

You weren’t sure how long he’d had you here like this, sweating and fucked out as your husband slowly worked his cock in and out of you. You just knew you had to be quiet, that your one year old was asleep just a room away, a feat that was damn near impossible as Joel pulled yet another orgasm out of you.

“What, baby?” He panted over you, one hand gripping the headboard as he buried himself inside you yet again.

“You…” You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to focus. “You don’t have to get me pregnant to..to…tonight, you know…”

“Oh I know,” he said, his voice heavy with need and scratchy with exertion. “Wouldn’t mind tryin’ with you for a few months, fucking this pretty pussy full of me every damn night, comin’ so deep in you that you’ve got part of me in you all day every day.”

“Joel,” you whimpered, you couldn’t help it, your pussy drawing tight and hot around him.

“But, see, I’m not sure I can wait that long,” he said, pressing somehow deeper into you and holding himself there for a moment, making your cunt clench around him, your legs scrambling for purchase as your next orgasm built higher and higher. “Need to put another baby in you now, need to see your belly grow, need to fuck you until you’ve got part of me in you for damn near a year.”

“Oh fuck!”

You moaned it louder than you should have, Joel’s large hand going from propping him up to clamped over your mouth as your orgasm took you, the heat of it shooting out from your core and through your entire being, your heart racing, channel throbbing.

“Oh goddamn,” he groaned, fucking into you even harder now. “That’s right little mama, pull another baby out me, that’s it…”

“Joel, Joel, Joel,” you panted over and over again into his hand, mind reduced to nothing but your husband and how damn full he made you feel, especially with his bare cock buried deep inside of you.

It had been a year almost to the day that you’d last fucked without a condom. You’d been right at the end of your pregnancy, desperate for Joel and desperate for something - anything - to kick start your labor. The last time you hadn’t needed a condom, your contractions started 20 minutes after it ended.

Ever since, you’d been taking precautions. Not because you didn’t want another baby - you definitely did - but because you hadn’t gotten the OK from your doctor yet.

Today, that had changed. You’d gone to your check up and your doctor gave you a clean bill of health, including the OK to start trying to get pregnant again.

You’d figured Joel would want to get started trying that night. You just hadn’t counted on him pulling endless orgasms as a part of trying.

“Think you got one more in you, baby?” He asked, freeing your mouth to run his hand over your hair. You just whimpered. “M’close, wanna come with you. Come on, you can give me one more, know you can.”

You couldn’t find the words as he moved to suck your neck, so you just moaned and nodded and clawed his body closer and tighter to yours.

You could feel him smile against you then, the pace of his pounding cock picking up, the tip of him hitting the spot inside you he’d long ago claimed as his own perfectly with each stroke.

“Come on little mama,” he panted. “Takes better if you come with me, need you to fucking come baby, need to feel you fucking come when I make you pregnant.”

You weren’t sure Joel was fully aware of what he was saying but then, you felt like you were moving of your own accord, too, your hips rolling up against his, frantically pawing at him in a desperate attempt to pull him so close that it was like his whole being was inside you.

This orgasm claimed you quickly, going from starting to build to taking over you in a matter of seconds. You barely had a chance to warn Joel before it hit you.

"I'm gonna come," you managed just half a second before your channel started to fluffer around him. "Fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

"Fuck, that's it," he said fucking into you with two more deep, devastating strokes before you could feel his cock throbbing heavily inside, the warm spread of his spend in your most intimate place drawing your orgasm out. "That's it, fuck, come while I put my baby in you."

His cock gave one final, heavy pulse before he collapsed on you, panting for breath as you went limp below him. Even as he lay there, damn near exhausted, he still managed to fuck his cock into you a few more times, driving his come even deeper.

When he was satisfied, he sat up from you and watched between your legs as he slowly, gently pulled his softening length from your aching, swollen sex.

“So damn pretty like this,” he said almost reverently. You felt the comforting warmth of his come drip out of you and then Joel’s finger was there, scooping it up and gently pushing it back inside your spent hole as it struggled to close after being opened by his thick cock for so long. “Gotta keep me deep inside her baby, s’where I belong.”

You just whimpered a little, still not positive you could form words as Joel lay beside you, his hand skimming slowly over your stomach down to the place that had grown your first daughter with Joel.

“Think our baby’s in there?” He asked softly, thumb brushing your skin in a gentle rhythm.

“I hope so,” you smiled at him.

“Don’t sound like you’re sure,” he smirked a little back. “Might just need to leave more of me in you, just to be sure.”

Your smile grew as his hand slipped lower.

“Just to be sure.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #smut fic #breeding kink fic #husband!joel miller

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theresonly1u · 2 months ago

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There's Only One You 2025 (a sports rpf short fanwork challenge)

Tired of trying to finish your 45k fic on your 30 minute lunch break? Getting bogged down by portraiture that takes over 12 hours to complete? Want to record a podfic that takes exactly as long as the intermission break? Presenting: There’s Only One You - a sports rpf short fanwork prompt meme. Year 3!!!!

All fanworks + all sports rpf welcome.

Prompt format: 1 pairing + 1 word.

Fanwork fills have maximum length: Fic: 2000 words // Podfic: 20 minutes // Fanart: 2 hours of effort // Playlists: 10 songs // Vids: 2 minutes // Creative non-fiction: 2000 words // Fan poetry: 25 lines or 5 stanzas, whichever comes first // Zines: 8 pages or 2 hours of effort, whichever comes first.

☀️ Schedule ☀️

Prompts open: Closed

Posting opens: Closed

Prompts close: March 13 ✅

Posting closes: March 20 ✅

Fanworks revealed: March 21

Creators revealed: March 26

🥳 Changes this year 🥳

You are required to tag a fandom. You can tag up to 5 fandoms. If your fandom does not exist on AO3, tag "Sports RPF".

You can leave up to 25 prompts. Sorry comrades, we girlbossed too close to the sun last year.

5 day period between works revealed and creators revealed.

Reminder that if you use any kind of generative AI to generate your fill and post it to the collection, your mod will kill you.

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Art by the amazing @sorrellegiance!! Thank you Sor 🥳🥳

#two day heads up!! it will open when i wake up on thursday #sports rpf #ao3 prompt meme #rpf #ao3

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ryuucam · 1 month ago

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SHAKE YOUR HIPS!

⋆｡𖦹°‧ nsfw hcs for the u-20 captain :p but in alphabetical order

contains bf!aiku, blackcat!reader hehe, breeding, cockwarming, size difference, scent kink, panty sniffing, corruption, phone sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, slight public sex, anal and watersports mentioned once, oral (m and f receiving), threesome, lots of pet names, he is ooc but a girl can dream

notes he’s so fine I NEED HIM omg.. this is.. kind of self ship coded but what can we do .. reqs are open

a, aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

oliver has intense stamina, as expected from one of the top soccer players in japan, but even he feels exhausted after sex. still, he’s the ever so reliable team captain, so you best believe he’ll look out for you. sometimes, he’ll slip out of you, carry you to the bath and spend the next 30 minutes scrubbing your body clean (unsurprisingly sneaking in some squeezes to your tits), then dry you and dress you up personally. some other times, when he’s feeling lazy, he stays buried in your heat, letting his cock soften inside you, keeping you stuffed full of his cum. you can whine all you want, but it’s not exactly easy to move when you have a muscle monster sprawled on top of you. either way, he’s nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses on your skin until you fall asleep (or he does).

b, body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

hmm, kind of hard to tell. he loves touching, squeezing, tickling every part of your body. buuuut, he can’t deny he loves your boobs. oliver feels like flying each time he sees your tits jiggle when you jump or walk, given that you’re usually way too shy to purposefully show off your body. he loves how soft they are, regardless of their size, but he just gets a little bit more aroused when his hands struggle to grab all of your mounds. even if it’s not frequently, sometimes he likes to suck on them, sexually or not, finding comfort in the feeling. seriously, he loves it all, boobjobs, paizuri, nipple sucking, push up bras… give him a pair of tits and he’s a happy man.

for him, it’s kind of hard to tell as well. on one hand, he likes his eyes, since it was so easy to draw you in thanks to them. on the other, he likes his muscles: his biceps, his thighs, his chest… he’s just way bigger than you, and aiku has to admit that he gets a sick kick from watching you squirm and shy away when he pressed his body against yours.

c, cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

his cum is thick, overwhelming, sticky, making it hard to swallow (exactly what arouses him the most). it spurts out in fat globes, slowly dripping down his length. it’s white, almost a pearly color.

aiku likes his cum on your body. well, a good breeding session is not something he’ll say no to, but seeing in on your body just makes him hard again. he likes painting your tits, a shit eating grin on his face whenever he sees your pretty nipples all covered by it. he likes staining your thighs white, and likes seeing it drip down to your folds. speaking of your pussy, he likes cumming on it, rather than in it. the way it twitches when the warm fluid slips in is a sight aiku wants to see until the day he dies.

d, dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

gets off on how shy you are. disgustingly so. every little thing you do, be it stretching, having a lollypop in your mouth, licking something, gets his cock hard and leaking within seconds. huge corruption guy. almost came in his pants when he saw your cleavage for the first time, and actually came when you let him touch you for the first time (not even sex, just groping your clothed tits. pathetic). hmm, i also think he has a thing for scent, especially the scent of your cunny that lingers on your used panties, which he promptly slips in his pockets (and when he gives them back, there’s a 50/50 chance that they’re either squeaky clean, folded and right in your panty drawer, or they’re stuffed with cum and left as a gift on your bed).

e, experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

50/50 that he’s a virgin. i saw some people saying that he acts all tuff but he still hasn’t fucked anyone (definitely gotten a few blowjobs here and there, and fingered some girls, just to get some experience). or, he’s not, has had way too many one night stands that he’s not used to lovemaking, making him all shy and red when he fucks you for the first time. either way, your first time together will be something he holds very close to his heart.

f, favorite position (this goes without saying)

hmm, depends on the day. most of the time he likes missionary, mating press if he’s feeling frisky, call him basic but he likes seeing your face. be it because he loves you and wants to feel as intimate as he can, or because he just likes the fucked out face you make when he thrusts into you. likes kissing you during sex, and since he’s gross he also loves sucking on your tongue, the more spit, the better. when he’s feeling tired from particularly hard practice, though, he likes making you ride him. tits out, thighs burning from the ache, body on full display for him - aiku just sits back and enjoys the show you’re putting on for him. in a cowgirl position, you get even shyer and red in the face, so bonus points for that!! plus, his cock feels even thicker like this. win-win, right?

g, goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

the first time you had sex, he did his best to not seem too imposing, afraid to scare his sweetheart away. with time, he lets loose a little, cracking small jokes, letting out breathy laughs when you whine too much, soft smiles when you cry. oliver can be a tease, rubbing your clothed clit until you soak your panties, or can be a love smitten fool, letting out soft i love yous when he cums inside of you.

h, hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HAPPY TRAIL!!!!! dark hair, similar to the blue-black hair on his head. he trims it, so it’s not too untamed and makes his privates look more clean and appealing. shaves almost every part of his body, except for his fuck ass stubble, so don’t worry about telling him anything. aiku will NOT let go of the happy trail though, especially since he has accidentally exposed it once during a match. he spent the rest of the evening looking at the tweets of people thirsting over it, and decided to keep it unshaven in hopes to woo you.

i, intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

before you, he was the n1 one night stand warrior, occasionally having some friends with benefits, but nothing worth getting all emotional over. after you, aiku fell in love with more intimate sessions. call him a sap, but nothing compares to dimmed lights, low volume music in the background, and the soft sounds you make when he touches you. during those times, he doesn’t worry about anything else but you, your body, your pleasure. soft rubs on your clit, slow strokes of his digits in your cunny, while he gently sucks on your tits, cock prodding at your thighs. he’s completely encapsulated by you, barely whispering soft praises. other times, he’s just mean, fucking you into the mattress so hard that you gasp for air. still loves you though, but sometimes he just needs to fuck his stress away.

j, jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it as often as when he was single, but still does it when he’s away from you for too long. before dating, he’s a bit ashamed to admit that he pumped his cock way too often to the thought of you, always shooting thick ropes of cum from imagining what kind of panties you were wearing that day, how your hand would feel wrapped around him, or any other lewd thing he could get his mind to think about. now, he only jerks off as a last resort if he can’t have you, but his cock’s too stubborn to go down. he calls you, panting in your ear about how he’s so fucking hard, baby, and how he misses your pretty pussy so much. if it’s a video call, he begs you to show him your boobs, your cunny, whatever it is to keep him going, but he knows you get shy, so he’ll just act like he doesn’t hear the squelching sounds of your poor cunt.

k, kinks (one or more of their kinks)

freak!! anyways … he def has a thing for size difference, as i’ve said before, he loves how bigger he is compared to you. no matter your height, weight, it’s kind of hard to not be smaller than a 190cm tall soccer player. he likes seeing the bulge his cock forms when he’s fucking you, and gets impossibly harder when you notice it too and get even more embarrassed.

loves pet names, especially those that take a while to come out of your mouth because they’re “too embarrassing, oli..”. so he just has to reward you when you finally call him daddy. he thinks he’s a bit sick in the head but hearing your soft voice saying daddy, ‘s too much just makes him cum faster and harder. anything for his sweet girl. (also likes any variation of the pet name. dada is a close second but you never say that unless you’re already going dumb on his dick).

l, location (favorite places to do the do)

has probably fucked you on every surface of his apartment. he likes all of them, because each location is, in his mind, appropriate for a different mood. cuddles-turned-sex? couch, or even better, living room floor. against a wall? shower, so he can cum in you every time he wants without having to worry about cleaning up after (lazy ass. leave him girl). something more domestic? lazy fucking with you sprawled out on the kitchen counter when you just wanted to make breakfast.

outside of the house, he’s not so sure. it’s risky, and while he doesn’t mind someone taking a look, he knows you won’t. so he sticks to quickies in public bathroom stalls (don’t worry, he’s covering your mouth the entire time), buuut there have been multiple occasions where he made you ride him in the locker room before and/or after a game. who cares if sendou’s right outside the door? let him hear.

m, motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he gets off on how much more inexperienced you are than him. likes your shyness, your soft pleas, your hands swatting his away when he’s being a perv (according to you. to him, he’s just being a loving boyfriend. different perspectives). aiku loves ruining you, leaving his mark onto you, seeing you all fucked out in his bed because of his cock. he also likes when you take the lead: it’s rare, but it does happen. lingerie (or any kind of underwear, really, he loves all of it. cotton, silk, ribbons, push ups…), unprompted nudes, you tugging at the hem of his shirt when you’re just too needy and can’t wait anymore. on the same note, he likes having you work for him to fuck you: thigh riding, clumsily playing with the zipper of his pants… he loves his pillow princess, but there’s just something so lewd about having you being so desperate that he gets hard instantly.

n, no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that’s too gross, or is dangerous for you. i’m thinking scat, extreme puppy play (the kind where people are actually going outside on all fours, and with a leash - he likes calling you puppy, kitty, sometimes even mutt when he’s feeling mean, but that’s it). heavy bdsm, pain play… he likes spanking your cunny sometimes but he never goes further. hell, he could even get into watersports but even that’s way too extreme for him. but he probably likes anal - he swears he’ll tell you one day.

o, oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

doesn’t he canonly like blowjobs? he loves having you all pretty on your knees, big doe eyes staring at him. aiku doesn’t mind if you can’t take his whole cock, just watching you suckling and kissing and messily licking his fat tip is enough. he can’t ask too much from his sweet girl, right? that’s why he also enjoys eating you out every once in a while, giggling against your hole when you whine because his stubble is tickling you. when he’s the one giving, he’s ruthless, latching himself onto your clit and never stopping until you’ve came at least two or three times.

p, pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

can be both! it mainly depends on how you’re feeling that day. most of the time, he likes slow, heavy sessions in the mornings to wake you up, and fast, long sessions at nighttime to put you to sleep. as long as he’s sticking his cock into you, he doesn’t care.

q, quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

as i’ve said in letter l, he’s into them when you guys aren’t home. he always makes you cum though - can’t have you walk away with no orgasm. sometimes, he’ll just cum in you and make you keep it inside (he’ll check when you get home so be sure to not let his cum slip away <3). hmm, also likes himself a quickie before you have to leave for an event: he can’t control himself when you’re looking so sexy with a night dress and high heels, especially since those aren’t clothes he sees you in often.

r, risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

just shoot him at this point. simply put, he doesn’t care: he’s willing to put on a show for other people, so long as they aren’t complete strangers. in more than one occasion he has cupped your cunny under the table, knowing that poor sendou was looking at you. gets off in letting other people know that you’re his, but no one is allowed to touch you, to taint you except for him. aiku shows off hickeys, marks, the strip of condoms in his soccer bag… he doesn’t mind. of course, he only enjoys risk if he’s the one at risk: he doesn’t want to embarrass you, or expose you to anyone else. you’re his girl, no one else’s.

s, stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

a lot: nothing to be unexpected from one of the best soccer players in japan. two to three rounds are the average, with little rest time in between (what can he say, he loves your body), but he secretly wants to try marathon sex on a day off. if the session you’re having is emotionally heavier than most, it’s possible for him to only last one round, the emotional toll being too much for him: it happened on your first time, and after one of the talks you guys have had about his past, pouring your hearts out, soft kisses and fat tears being the only communication device (im actually thinking about writing something about this).

t, toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes, but probably not so many. a vibrator for you, the kind that attaches itself to your clit and just suckles on it for hours on end: aiku probably isn’t fond of penetration-like toys, he’s confident in his dick game and he doesn’t want any sort of silicone cocks or vibrators in you. definitely has nipple clamps tho, stimming from the fact that i think he’s a boob guy. they’re hidden nice and safe in the box under his bed, and he only takes them out for the times he really wants to see you sob. for himself, he doesn’t have many. he probably had a pocket pussy somewhere, but he threw it out the second he started getting into you (it just didn’t compare to the thought of you).

u, unfair (how much they like to tease)

he lives for it. aiku loves hearing you talk and ask for what you want. most of the time, he’ll be your sweet, nice oli and just fuck you senseless without having your pretty head worry about saying too much. there are times, though, when he just needs to hear his pretty girl talk, ask for what she wants and all that (“you’ve gotta tell me what ya want, angel, i can’t read your mind” “you want my cock? where? show me, cutie.”). you’re embarrassed? all the better for him: he’ll rub his cock against your puffy folds for hours, waiting for you to suck it up and talk. he has all day.

v, volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i don’t think he’s the type to moan or whimper unfortunately </3 maybe did that once or twice when he first sank his cock into you. aiku is more like a groaner, definitely lets out some sighs when your walls get tighter. that doesn’t mean he’s quiet, of course not. you really should sew his mouth shut (or gag him - he prefers your panties as a gag but he can’t ask too much) because he won’t shut up! he’s always talking, either about how you’re so tight angel, you’re gonna squeeze me to death today, or you like when i play with your tits like this? you’re gonna let me suck on ‘em too, right? bet ya’d like that, baby, you’re just as nasty as i am. you’re just a little perv.

w, wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

aiku is, surprisingly, down for a threesome. however, he’s heard one too many stories of threesomes ruining relationships, so he’d much prefer to do it with one of his friends, people he trusts a lot. probably sendou, given that aiku gets a kick out of teasing him (we’ve all seen s2. let’s not lie to ourselves rn), and that sendou may have a teeny tiny crush on you, he thinks he’d be the best candidate. another thing that helps aiku’s case is that him and sendou are so different - your boyfriend can allow himself to be a little bit meaner, to push you a little bit further, while his best friend is nothing short of a gentleman, rubbing your tits and your clit and peppering kisses all over your face. hm, that’d be nice. he should probably ask sendou what he’d think about getting a round with his girlfriend.

x, x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i know everyone says this but there’s no way this guy isn’t hung - there has to be a reason as why he’s had more flings than anyone else on his team combined. his cock is big, to say the least, definitely longer than average. what’s the most intimidating part of it, though, is his girth. it’s thick, almost worryingly so, and it stuffs you nice and well, making it easy for a bulge to appear on your stomach each time he’s inside you. the color of the shaft it pretty close to his skin color, getting redder and darker around the tip. circumcised? probably, and probably has a fat tip, meaning that even fucking just the tip into you is a piece of work (has done that before). your hands probably can’t wrap the whole way around his length, and your mouth can’t either, but you’re lucky he gets off by that.

y, yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

once a day, and he’s a happy man. but, he knows that it’s unrealistic: you have college, work, well, your own life, and he’s the team captain and unfortunately has way more meetings with his coaches and sponsors than he’d like. as much as he’d like to send you out of the door in the morning with a few orgasms under your belt, or cuddle-fuck you when you’re watching a shitty movie, or make love to you until you’re sleeping, aiku knows that it happens less than he’d like. not to say you guys never have sex, but it’s not really and every day occurrence. as said in letter j, he results to jerking off to your pictures if you’re too far away. he always gets what he wants in the end, even if he’d much rather have his cum stain your insides rather than a tissue in his hotel room.

z, zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

dead asleep after he makes sure you’re all okay. seriously, you should check his pulse every once in a while. unrelated but this dude snores sometimes. anyways, if it’s late at night, he just cleans you up (maybe another quick fuck in the shower), and throws himself on top of you in bed - he’s sprawled across your body, burying you under all of his stupid muscles, at least keeping you warm all night. when he isn’t feeling so murderous, aiku is just as happy to be the bigger spoon, sometimes abusing this position to sneak in some boob squeezes (and to rub his hard on on your ass in the morning). if it’s morning, well, he still cleans you up, but unfortunately he can’t go back to sleep. at least he has something to look forward too during the day, though.

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Could You Stay a Little Longer // drug dealer!sukuna x reader

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Chapter 1 // (7.9k words) // Explicit - 18+

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You're pursuing a master degree across the country, but are currently back in your hometown housesitting for your parents. They've told you all about their undesirable new neighbor, but when you start to get to know said neighbor, you realize he isn't all that bad. Your controlling boyfriend won't let up on you and you grapple with enjoying the company of this drug dealing neighbor boy, Sukuna. Nothing about this is going the way you planned, but is it so bad to let yourself be treated well for a change?

The cultural setting for this is technically economically depressed, rural USA where good paying jobs are hard to come by and there's not many opportunities in small towns, but it could really be anywhere that meets this criteria!

Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: Reader and Sukuna are mid 20s, mentions of recreational drug use and drug dealing, mentions of abusive/controlling/manipulative relationship (not Sukuna), could possibly be considered cheating depending on your interpretation (not Sukuna), angst, smut, fluff, time skip, prison time, happy ending trust!

Flight attendants prepare for landing.

The pilot's voice over the intercom combined with the lights all coming on at once rouses you from your sorry attempt at a nap once and for all. In your groggy state you observe the flight attendants moving up and down the aisles collecting trash and doing whatever it is they do.

You always sucked at sleeping on planes and this time was no different, catching minutes of what could only be described as light dozing. Hopefully you could crash immediately once you got to your childhood bed at your parent’s house. Flying across the country was so tiring.

About twenty minutes later, you are on the ground and making your way down the aisle to the jet bridge, and out into your hometown airport.

Airport is a generous term as it’s one gate with two flights a day to the same city. At least the journey to the arrivals area was just up an escalator and about a football field length of walking down a hallway.

In the year you’ve been gone, things haven’t changed at all. Tourism banners adorn the back pickup area, giving the impression that the area had something to offer to visitors. The large university in town did draw visiting families after all, so it did indeed have a target audience.

Not you though, you’ve been here your whole life so most of the advertised offerings were old news to you. Growing up in an area often makes one take such things for granted however, so you idly walk by without much of a glance.

While a small airport was nice for getting in and out, you always beat the bag to baggage claim, so you linger around waiting until the carousel starts moving and bags begin to trickle out.

The humid air hits you in the face as you exit the airport, already feeling like your hair has frizzed up to twice its size. Definitely did not miss this at all. The mountains in the distance are a welcome sight however. You’ve always been the outdoorsy type, so the hiking, fishing, kayaking, and all other things of that nature your area had to offer were always appealing no matter how much time passed.

Your parents’ familiar car rounds the bend and pulls up to the curb with your mom waving from the passenger side. You wave in response, excited to see them both for the first time in a year. It would be brief though as the real reason you were here was to house sit while they went on a cruise for their 30th wedding anniversary. You were on break for your masters degree anyways, so you didn’t mind so they could treat themselves.

They get out, giving you a big hug before helping toss your bags into the trunk and heading home. They still lived in the house you grew up in about 30 minutes away from the airport in a more rural area.

After stopping to get your favorite greasy gas station food, you all settle in to catch up.

“So anything new happening around here?” you ask from the back seat.

“Oh you know, still continuing to build apartments and townhomes like crazy. New shops and restaurants too,” your dad responds. With the university in town expanding rapidly, so in turn was the surrounding area. Not a bad thing in your eyes. The unfortunate thing was that it was an expensive private university, which meant most locals were priced out.

“Oh you remember the young man across the street from us we told you about? His name is Sukuna,” your mom asks.

“Kind of,” you reply. They’d mentioned him a few times when you’d talk on the phone. Something about drugs and the police coming by all the time. The longtime neighbor who’d lived there as long as you could remember passed away and a young guy had moved in shortly afterwards.

Your parents' neighborhood demographic could only be described as…boring. A mix of retired people and families with stay at home parents made up the bulk of it, which left plenty of time for people to get into each other's business. Throw an unmarried young man into the mix and you stick out like a sore thumb. Cause even a slight disruption and you might as well stick a target on your back for nosey neighbors for eternity.

“The police came by last night because he was doing donuts in his yard at 2 AM,” your mom says.

“Wow that is definitely not the place to be doing that,” you laugh, “does he ever give you any trouble?”

“Personally, no we never have a problem with him. He really is a nice boy whenever we’ve talked to him. We can certainly do without his loudness and him speeding through the neighborhood. It’s a family neighborhood and there are kids playing outside! It’s just dangerous and irresponsible!” your mom rambles on with one of her long winded monologues.

“And he must be selling drugs, he has to be! People coming over and leaving at all hours of the day and night. Who knows what kind of riff raff is coming into the neighborhood,” she continues.

“Do the police do anything?” you ask with curiosity.

“Besides pulling him over for speeding and reprimanding him for breaking the noise ordinance, no there’s really nothing they can get him on. Can’t arrest someone for being a nuisance on their own property and with no neighborhood HOA, no one can say anything if he wants to tear up his yard. They’ve gotten him for reckless driving and I’m pretty sure he has a suspended license though. Like I said though, he’s a nice kid, he just seems to keep making poor choices and digging himself into a deeper hole.” your mom continues, but you start to tune her out. The woman loves to hear herself talk. You’re only here for a week and a half so you doubt you’ll have to worry about any of this.

When you get to their house your parents walk you through their cat’s and dog’s routines, should be simple enough. You say good night to them and goodbye as they are leaving for the airport well before dawn tomorrow. Exhausted beyond reason, you immediately pass out.

***

The next morning you are woken up by their dog, Macy. She’s super cute and super smart, so you have no issues with taking care of her. You let Macy out into the front yard, clipping her to an outdoor leash to let her roam around.

You notice the gardens up near the road are looking a little overgrown, so you make a note to go investigate and clean them up a little after breakfast. Macy joins you on a walk to the mailbox to grab the newspaper. You can’t even remember the last time you’ve touched a newspaper, but you figure you’ll tab through it while here to help pass the time.

You glance across the street and see the evidence of what your parents were referring to. While everyone else had a nice manicured lawn, across the street the grass was torn to shreds and nothing but a muddy mess roughly in the shape of a circle. Beer cans were scattered about near the front porch.

They weren’t kidding. Certainly quite the sight for a neighborhood like this. This was the type of behavior you’d expect from teenagers out in the country, not in a stuck up area like this.

You head inside to unpack your suitcase and whip yourself up a quick breakfast. You’ll need to run to the store either today or tomorrow to go get yourself some groceries, making another mental note.

Morning chores of bringing the paper in, letting Macy out, and feeding the cats are complete. After watching some TV and scrolling on your phone, you prepare to go check out the garden before it gets too unbearably hot.

As you start to scope it out, you do notice a few cars come and go from across the street, never staying more than a few minutes at a time. Alright, maybe your parents weren’t exaggerating about that.

You begin to rake the leaves out from the shrubs, trying to keep the metal from getting caught on the roots. After a while you start to have a decent pile when a tap on your shoulder scares the absolute shit out of you considering you had headphones in.

You turn around and are met with some tall ass guy with a mess of pink hair. Markings on his face that you quickly realize are tattoos scrunch up as he peers down at you with a curious look on his face.

Is this him? The neighbor boy?

“Can I help you?” you take one earbud out and wipe your hand across your sweat caked forehead.

“Who’re you? You’re not the middle aged yapper that's usually out here,” he responds with a deep voice that makes your eyes flick up in surprise. You are met by a pair of sunglasses, a backwards hat, and it’s impossible to miss the obvious stomach and chest muscles straining at the white t-shirt he has on.

Hmm neighbor boy is kinda attractive.

“I’m watching the house while they are away,” you say vaguely, the less interaction the better.

“Oh so you’re a housekeeper?” he clicks his tongue, leaning back a little with his hands in his pockets.

“No, I'm not a housekeeper!” you say a little too defensively which has him chuckling in response.

“Then once again, like I said earlier, who are you?” he pulls his sunglasses off revealing the deepest crimson eyes, eyes that suck you in, trapping your gaze in his. “If you just answered the first time you wouldn’t be making a fool of yourself right now.”

The nerve of this guy, does he think he’s the neighborhood watch or something? If anything you should be the one interrogating him for disrupting the whole street.

You quickly introduce yourself before explaining.

“I’m house sitting for my parents while they are on a cruise for their wedding anniversary. Watching their pets, keeping the place tidy, you know, typical shit like that,” you huff, trying to use him to shield yourself from the harsh sun. Might as well be useful for something.

“Oh, you’re the daughter?” he muses, nudging at your leaf pile with his foot.

“I am, can you not do that? I worked hard clearing all that out,” you prod at his foot with your rake.

“It’s fucking leaves, who cares where they go now, they’re out of the garden,” he counters, choosing to wind up and kick the pile instead. The leaves scatter around as he looks at you expectantly, clearly trying to get a reaction out of you. Which you want to give him so badly, but you’re not playing into his game.

“I hope you aren’t giving me landscaping advice judging by the pathetic state of your yard over there,” you scoff, gesturing at the torn up lawn.

“It’s my yard, I’ll do what I want with it,” he narrows his eyes at you before suddenly ripping the rake out of your hand and piling them back up.

“There, better?” he leans down to stare you in the eyes, those long eyelashes fluttering in just the way to make you want to crack a smile.

“Yeah, I guess, thanks for putting them back,” you mutter. You start to turn back around to continue your work, but you realize he’s not going away.

“Are these tomatoes?” he asks as he stands right where you are trying to work, pointing at what are obviously tomatoes on the vine.

“No they’re bananas,” you retort sarcastically. Who the fuck doesn’t know what a tomato is, everyone and their mother grows them in this area.

He turns around silently, brows furrowing with a frown, making you feel a little guilty for being like that.

“You’re kinda mean you know that? Your parents are really nice to me, I hope they’ll be home soon. You didn’t even ask my name all this time.”

Okay mister sensitive all of a sudden.

“Look, I’m sorry. I got in late last night and I might be a little tired and grumpy,” you give him a weak smile. He tries to keep a straight, serious face, but ultimately he fails, cracking into a boyish grin instead.

“I’m just giving you a hard time…kinda, you have to admit you were being a liiiiiitle harsh though. But anyways, I’m Ryomen Sukuna, I moved to this house a year ago, I’m 24 years old, and I grew up around here,” he declares with a smile.

“Oh really? So did I,” you perk up a little. The name and looks don’t seem familiar.

“Yeah I’m from one county over. My parents actually bought me this place. I was getting into some trouble and they said a family oriented neighborhood should make me act better.”

“Oh? How’s that working out for you?”

“Eh, there’s ups and downs,” he looks away as he speaks.

Interesting. Now the real question.

“What do you do for work? Feel like most people are gone at this time of day.”

“Oh I just do odd jobs here and there. No real career job, still figuring out what I wanna do, you know how it is,” he skirts the question as he pulls out a vape and inhales deeply.

This guy definitely is into some suspicious shit. It’s a common situation for a certain subset of young guys around here. They start to mess around with drugs in high school, nothing too serious, just a way to get some extra money because a minimum wage job doesn’t pay shit. Plus it usually gets you in with the popular crowd..

Then you graduate, enroll in the local community college or if your parents are well off, you go to one of the big state universities. More often than not, people end up back here either by dropping out or graduating and coming back. Considering his parents bought him a house, he seems to be one of the dropouts.

Eventually they realize nothing in this economically depressed area will pay even close to what moving drugs will, so they settle into a lifestyle with their fellow high school buddies whose parents aren’t cold enough to kick them off their credit cards.

The final phase is usually getting locked up or getting a girl pregnant that makes them drop the habit once and for all. Or they just become a deadbeat dad because there’s plenty of those around here too. Something for everyone.

You’ll just play along while you’re here and soon it’ll all be out of your hands.

Macy comes trotting up the driveway and goes straight to Sukuna.

“Hi Macy,” he surprises you with a high pitched voice, reaching down to rub all over her as she wags her tail.

“Oh you and Macy know each other?”

“Yeah when your dad walks her and I’m outside he’ll let me pet her sometimes. She’s real cute.”

Your heart skips the slightest beat, just barely perceptible, but you notice and it surprises you. Something about guys being kind to animals…

“Well I better get back over there, let you get back to it,” Sukuna stretches, shirt hitching up revealing his toned stomach and what appears to be more ink. Your curiosity makes your mind race with thoughts of what other tattoos he’s got hiding under there…among other things.

Stop, you’ve got a partner back home. Well, maybe that’s giving him too much credit, but he does exist when he feels like it. You shake the thought away quickly, taking a few steps towards him walking away.

“Wait, do you want some of them? The tomatoes I mean? The ripe ones will go bad before my parents get back and I don’t really like them.”

He turns around, eyes widening in surprise.

“Sure, I’ll take them.”

You cut them off and place them in his large hand, noticing another set of tattooed rings of some sort on his wrist. Distracted by the ink, your hand brushes his by accident. It’s softer than you imagined, causing tingles to run through your wrist and up your forearm.

“Whoops, sorry,” you utter, feeling yourself heat up from your clumsiness.

“You’re good. Thank you, I’ll see you around. Lemme know if you need anything while you’re here,” he waves before turning around and going back across the street.

What an…interesting guy. Maybe your parents were spot on about him after all. He seemed kind with a hint of boyish immaturity about him, nothing obviously malicious from that first interaction. If he wants to sell shit out of his house and mind his own business, you didn’t really have an issue with that.

Plus dogs should be able to tell if someone is bad news right?

***

While walking Macy that evening, you run into a group of women you’ve known since you were younger. You stop to catch up and talk to them and realize they are talking about none other than Sukuna.

“He’s across the street from you dear, have you noticed anything off since you’ve been here?” Mrs Yates asked you as you approached.

“Um, not really, he briefly waved to me while I was in the garden, but that’s it,” you tell a white lie, not really wanting to get into it, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“Your poor parents having to live across from that scum, he’s only going to make their home value go down. I wish the police would hurry up already and lock him up again,” another woman you don’t recognize chimes in.

“Wait, again?” you press, surprised to hear that.

“Oh yeah hun, he’s got a rap sheet of charges. Nothing too bad, but go run a search online when you get home. If you see anything questionable, you’d best report it to the police, they should be doing patrols so the more we complain the more likely they’ll actually come by.”

The more you listen to them, the more it sounds like it’s Sukuna versus the neighborhood. You don’t have allegiance one way or another, so you just shrug and continue your walk with Macy. You’d plan to look up his charges when you get home this evening.

Day 2

“Goddammit!” you slam your hand on the dashboard of your dads car. You were trying to go to the grocery store but lo and behold, the battery was dead. Because of course it was.

You pulled out your phone, trying to google how to start a car by yourself, which is stupid because you knew you needed cables and another car. You’re met with a text from your partner instead which surprises you. What doesn’t surprise you is how it’s berating and belittling, very typical for him.

He’d had a fit when you said you were going to your parents, he didn’t like it very much at all whenever you did something without him, claiming you were likely hanging out with other guys. This was rich coming from him considering he was always gas lighting you about how you were being manipulative and controlling when you would call him out on his cheating and sexting random girls.

You kept going back to him though, he’d give you those sweet, loving apologies, saying how it won’t happen again, you were the one he really loved, not to give up on him because he’s getting better.

This time he was commenting on how you were being sketchy by turning your location sharing off, likely going out with ex boyfriends while you were in town. You just could never win with him, one step forward three steps back every time.

As you pounded the dash, your anger morphed into shedding tears. Tears from being overwhelmed in the moment. It was devastating not having someone you could lean on. Instead of having someone tell you they loved you and missed you, instead you got accused of being a whore, slut, easy, all of the above. It was just so draining at this point.

And all you wanted was to go to the goddamn store, but no that can’t be easy either. Then you remember Sukuna’s words from yesterday, “lemme know if you need anything.”

Well, time to put your money where your mouth is neighbor boy. You make your way across his yard towards his front porch, kicking a beer can as hard as you could in the process, nailing the front step with a satisfying crash.

As you knock on the door, you realize there are a few cars in his driveway. If he has company he might blow you off. This might have been a mistake…

“Oi, ‘sup tomato girl?” you hear his deep voice call out from the second story window.

“Can you come help me with my car?” you yell up to him, also what the fuck is that nickname?

“What’s wrong with it?” he’s leaning out the window, shirtless, with a cigarette hanging out his mouth, hair looking absolutely disheveled. What the fuck is he even doing?

You hear a muffled voice from inside but you can’t make out what it says, only Sukuna’s response.

“No dipshit, it’s my neighbor’s daughter.”

“Oh you fucked her yet?”

Christ alive, you’re about to just turn around and get away from this freak show. As you start to do just that, Sukuna yells at you again.

“I asked what’s wrong with it? Where are you going? Hey!”

You just ignore him and head back towards the street, you’ll ask someone else for help since he can’t be mature for more than five seconds.

You make it halfway across his yard and that’s when you hear the screen door behind you slam and loud footsteps bounding across the yard. His strong grip lands on your wrist, whipping you around to face him. His shorts are baggy and laying low on his hips, exposing his boxers which are hanging on sharp V lines. And lord have mercy his body is absolutely shredded…and tatted. Your mouth is suddenly dry in the damp morning air.

“What’s your deal? I’m trying to help you,” he cocks his head, staring down at you through his wide, red eyes.

“I wasn’t going to stand there and be talked about like a piece of meat like that,” you raise your voice at him, but your facade cracks and the tears start to fall again.

“I didn’t say that though! My stupid ass friend did,” he argues back, squeezing your hand with his when he realizes what’s happening.

“Oh god, look I’m sorry, I promise that’s not how I feel about you, I’ll whoop his ass when I get back over there.”

“It’s-sniff-fine, it’s not you, just already been a bad morning and this car issue isn’t helping,” you rasp out, the words of your boyfriend weighing heavy on you right now as you start hyperventilating.

“Are you okay?” Sukuna’s red eyes widen with a hint of softness, pulling you toward a tree in his yard to get you both into the shade. He presses you into his chest and you just dig your nails into his bare skin, body shaking as the panicked moment tears through you,

How much do you even want to divulge to a man you barely know? Not much, especially because you already feel embarrassed enough that you can’t seem to get out of this relationship.

“I’m fine, just personal stuff from back home,” your breathing is starting to come under control, him restraining you seemed to help ground yourself. You both stay like this for a while, the birds chirping in the morning air and the breeze making the leaves whisper in the wind.

“Thanks, I feel a little better now,” you finally exhale, noticing his rock hard torso under your fingers that you’d been oblivious to moments ago and a hint of cigarette smell lingering on his skin.

“Sure?”

“Mhmm”

“Okay good, now what’s wrong with your car? I’m good with cars, I work on mine all the time,” he says with gentle words.

“It won’t start, I think it just needs a jump, it shouldn’t take long at all.”

“Okay, was that so hard? Damn girl. Go over there and I’ll meet you in your driveway,” he smirks before turning around.

You watch him walk away, noticing tattoos also snaking down broad shoulders to his prominent back dimples.

He’s hot, there’s no other way to put it. You wouldn’t be upset if he came over half naked to help you out. Hell you’d be content to just set up a chair in the driveway and watch him fuck around with your car, let’s be real.

Unfortunately for you, he returns with a shirt on. It’s a cut off tank top, so his muscular, inked up arms are still visible. At least he’s nice to look at.

His car is also a sharp looking red sports car with what looks like numerous aftermarket upgrades. You don’t know shit about cars, but it looks way more expensive and flashy than anything else in this neighborhood and it's questionable whether or not it's street legal.

He pops the hood, hooking the jumper cables up to your battery and his. He inspects under the hood before turning back around.

“Your oil needs changing and you’re out of wiper fluid,” he says matter of factly, “lemme get this started then I’ll fix that other stuff for you.”

“Oh you don’t need to do that, I can take it to a shop-“

“Nonsense, allow me. A thank you for the tomatoes, then we’re even. Why don’t you go inside where it’s cool and let me deal with this.”

He slicks his pink hair back, holding out his hand for your keys. It is hot as fuck out and you feel bad leaving him out here, but he seems to not be taking no for an answer.

“Okay, come get me when you’re done. I was trying to go to the store.”

He nods in response and you take your leave. About an hour later he barges in the front door, startling you from reading on the couch.

“Knock much?” you laugh at him, only partially joking. He’s dripping sweat and you immediately jump up, moving to the kitchen to get him something to drink.

“Sorry, I probably should, young girl being home alone and all,” he grins sheepishly, “can I wash my hands?” he holds them out and you realize they are covered in oil and grime.

“Oh yeah, bathroom is the first door on the right upstairs.”

By the time he’s back downstairs, you’ve got a glass of cold lemonade waiting for him complete with a straw.

“Oh my god I’m going to destroy that,” he takes it and chugs it in about three sips.

You burst out laughing as his eyes almost roll back with a loud sigh.

“Best damn thing I’ve ever tasted,” he exhales, “oh AND a bendy straw! You’re spoiling me,” he exclaims with excitement to which you laugh in amusement.

“Hold on I’ll get you more, actually, why don’t you just take the pitcher home with you, you need it more than me.”

“I'd rather drink it here,” he responds, collapsing into a chair at the kitchen table, “it’ll get hot transporting it back to my place. Also your tires needed air, so I used my compressor to top them off. Lame for your dad to leave you with a car in this state.”

“Oh geez, I didn’t even know, thank you for that. I don’t know shit about cars so I’d never have noticed.”

“No worries tomato girl, can’t have you getting stuck on the side of the road now can we? The cell service around here is too shit for that.”

“Did you just leave your friends over there alone?” you ask as you top off his glass.

“They’re fine, they’re helping me with something, I don’t need to be there,” he says between sips.

“Can I get a ride with you to the store?” he blurts out after downing another glass.

“Ummm sure? Why?” you ask cautiously. You really don’t know him at all.

“I can’t drive right now,” he responds, fidgeting with the glass in his hands, averting his gaze.

“You just drove across the street.”

“Yeaaaaaah I shouldn’t have done that though. My license is suspended right now,” he says bluntly.

Oh my. That’s…something.

“It’s suspended?”

“Yeah, I got too many tickets, it’s suspended until my court date.”

Your mind goes back to the list of offenses you’d looked up on the county police department website last night. There had been a slew of high speed tickets that were considered reckless driving charges, underage drinking, drunk in public, drug possession charges, driving with a suspended license, vandalism, trespassing, and breaking and entering. Nothing too terrible, but a long list nonetheless.

All that and here he was at the kitchen table looking cute as fuck sipping lemonade out of a pink cup with a bendy straw.

“So what do ya say? Can I come with?” he presses. He’s a demanding thing, also a little impulsive, which might explain his record.

“Sure why not, let’s leave in a half hour.”

“Hell yeaaaaaah! It’ll be fun. I’ll go shower and meet you back over here,” he flashes that boyish grin at you again as he dashes out the door.

While he’s gone, you finish tidying up. You are in the hallway as you hear the front door open again, but it quickly shuts. Instead you hear a knock at the door, making you chuckle under your breath, knowing damn well Sukuna tried to come in without asking.

“It’s open,” you yell down to him.

“What’s the point of knocking if you don’t even come down to see who it is?”

“I already know who it is, I said we were leaving in 30 minutes.”

“I could have been a criminal or a rapist!” he scoffs as he throws himself onto the living room couch, pulling out his phone to text. He’s got a gold hoop in his ear and a gold chain around his neck along with a backwards hat. It’s honestly giving drug dealer because there’s no jobs around here that pay enough to buy shit like that. A pair of shorts and a red shirt pull it all together.

“Aren’t you already a criminal though?” you say before thinking, unable to help yourself.

“Ha ha, very funny tomato girl,” he rolls his eyes as you approach him.

“Sorry that was a low blow.”

“It’s fine, it’s all public record. I assume you already know my history.”

“I do, I got curious. So what kind of drug possession was it?” you tease.

“Why? You buying?” he winks at you and flashes that cocky grin again. A grin that is starting to stir up butterflies in your stomach whenever you see it.

“Depends.”

He arches an eyebrow in surprise.

“Nothing you should be using,” he shakes his head, sitting up and staring intently at you. Those crimson pools are threatening to suck you in again, each time you stare into them, the closer you get to drowning in them all together.

“Oh, the hard stuff huh?”

“Mhmm, I don’t use my own stuff. Just smoke weed but nothing more than that. Sometimes I have to test the product, but that’s for business purposes.”

“Fascinating, let’s go now,” you hold out your hand to pull him up off the couch.

He grabs your hand, thinking he’s going to pull himself up, but instead he yanks his arm back so you lose your balance, falling into him on the couch instead. Your face crashes into his rock hard chest and you end up straddling his thigh.

“Oh my, tomato girl, did seeing a man work on your car get you all hot and bothered?” he smirks, looking down at you with lidded eyes.

You smack his chest as you sit up. “What the fuck is your problem? You petulant child!”

“Um I was trying to get up and I slipped,” he teases, holding his arms back away from you, “besides, I’m not touching you, see?”

You scoff and quickly get up, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“No more lemonade for you, now go get in the car before I change my mind!”

“Yes ma’am,” he jumps up and holds the front door for you. He then proceeds to open the driver side door for you, shutting it before circling around to the passenger side.

He slides a pair of expensive looking sunglasses on and slouches down in the seat next to you.

“Buckle your seatbelt,” you tap his shoulder.

“Yes mom,” he groans.

You’re both silent as you drive down the road, Sukuna engrossed in his phone next to you.

Your phone meanwhile starts blowing up with calls and texts.

“Damn, miss popular,” Sukuna grabs your phone from the center console before you can.

“Cam sure is being a needy bitch,” Sukuna huffs. Dammit, he must be in one of those moods where he’s blaming you for everything under the sun.

“Yeah he does that,” you don’t elaborate.

“Who is that?” Sukuna probes.

“He’s my boyfriend, kind of, not really, I don’t really know honestly.”

“Oh. You’ve got a man?” Sukuna hums.

“Yeah,” you give a short response. The phone rings continuously for the next ten minutes, making you get super embarrassed.

“Listen tomato girl, I’m not an expert on relationships, but either this guy is experiencing a national emergency or he’s acting like a crazy stalker. And based on how quiet you are, I’m leaning towards the latter.”

“Yeah you’re not wrong. He’s very…intense.”

“Is this normal behavior from sir Cam?” Sukuna throws his phone on the floor to give you his full attention.

Unfortunately.

“Sometimes, yes,” you say quietly, desperate to move onto something else.

“Does he hurt you?” Sukuna’s tone gets deeper, a hint of protectiveness in his words.

“Sukuna we’ve known each other for barely a day, I really don’t think we should be talking about this.”

“Hmm well that’s more telling than any other answer you could have given,” he says through gritted teeth, staring out the front windshield.

“It’s none of your concern, drop it.”

“Alright, fair enough, still doesn’t mean I don’t care and can’t voice my displeasure, free speech and all,” he mutters.

You grab your phone and opt to just turn it off.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you change the subject.

“Nah, I’m more of a fling kind of guy. I mean sometimes I’ll be into one girl for a while, but it’s never serious,” he answers. Seems pretty on brand for him. Drug dealer, in trouble with the law, doesn’t seem like long term relationship material.

“Nothing wrong with that,” you click your tongue in response. The rest of the drive is in silence until you pull into the parking lot.

“Put your number in my phone in case we get separated,” Sukuna says as you walk towards the store which is comical because the store is not even that big compared to ones in the city you live in. You do so anyway and then call yourself from his phone.

“Done.”

“Good.”

“What are you going to get?” you try to make conversation, you’re just so thrown off after talking about Cam in the car. Something about him reaching out triggers that freeze response in you, then Sukuna saying something about it just made you feel bad, like rubbing salt in the wound.

“Gonna get some stuff to make to use those tomatoes,” he hums.

“Do you like cooking?”

“Yeah I do, I’ve always been into it.”

“That’s cool. I’m not the best cook,” you laugh.

“Well you make a mean lemonade, if we combine we can make a great overall meal,” he pulls you into his side with one arm. He smells really good, a mix of his body wash and cologne filling your senses. It’s oddly comforting after everything that happened.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad back there,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, one arm still wrapped around you, “I’m sure it’s easier said than done to get out of a shitty situation like that. Just know, you’re too nice and way too damn pretty to be dealing with all that.”

You feel tears rush to your eyes. That’s the nicest thing someone has said to you in a long time, especially from a man. You can’t be crying in a grocery store parking lot though with a guy you barely know, so you try to suck it up.

“Thanks Sukuna, that’s really nice of you to say.”

“It’s the truth, I just hope you remember it if you ever hear otherwise, don’t forget it.”

You end up just following each other through the store, dividing the shopping cart into his and yours.

“We should get popsicles,” Sukuna exclaims, “it’s so hot outside.”

“That’s such a good idea,” you laugh.

“Here, let’s get a box of 20, that should last us until you leave, plus a few extra,” Sukuna grins, reaching into the freezer.

“Think fast,” he presses the box against your bare shoulder, making you shriek from the cold on your skin.

“Oh my god!! You are insane,” you slap his arm playfully, “I’m locking those up in my house and not sharing anymore.”

“Wow there you go being mean again,” he feigns a sad frown.

“And that wasn’t mean?”

“No, I was just making sure they were cold enough, can’t test it on yourself if you’re expecting it,” he says confidently, that boyish grin making your heart flutter.

“Yo Sukuna, what’re you doing here?” you hear the voice of a man behind you. You turn to see a man with brown hair and a similar mark as Sukuna on his nose.

“Choso,” Sukuna’s voice becomes a low growl, his normally playful demeanor has vanished. His eyes are almost black now and he stands up a little straighter.

“Didn’t know you had a girl now boss?” the man says, a hint of shakiness in his voice.

“What the fucks it look like?” he snaps, his voice making your veins feel like ice.

“I uh, wasn’t sure-“

“You’re still short this month, I better see money for everything you sold or you won’t like the consequences. You wouldn’t want to end up like Toji would you?” he says so low you can barely hear him, but Choso’s eyes and face look like he’s seen a ghost.

“I, I will, don’t worry boss, it won’t happen again.”

“I know it won’t. There won’t be a second time,” Sukuna’s menacing voice makes you want to get the fuck away from here and whatever this is.

As soon as it’s begun, it’s over though, Choso dipping out towards the front and Sukuna snapping back into his chipper demeanor again.

“Sorry about that sweets, when duty calls, I must answer,” he hits his vape in the middle of the frozen food section.

“You’re scary,” you say lowly to him.

“Good, that’s what I was going for,” he smirks at you, “now let’s get this stuff home before it melts yeah?”

***

Sukuna helps you bring all your groceries into your parents house. While you go to the bathroom, he pulls everything out of the bags and groups them based on freezer food, vegetables and fruits, pantry items, and toiletries.

“I wasn’t sure where you wanted to put everything, but hopefully this helps,” he says as he places a box of cereal on the counter.

“Aww thank you, you didn’t have to do that,” you say with a smile.

“I didn’t, but I wanted to,” he flashes a toothy grin your way. “Do you want to take custody of the popsicles or should I?”

“Probably me, lord knows what goes on in your house and I don’t want to accidentally come up on something trying to get a popsicle,” you laugh.

“Oh hush, it’s not that bad in there,” Sukuna retorts, handing you things to put away as you sort through the cabinets. “You’re probably right though, don’t want you coming across any unsavory characters,” he sighs.

***

Later that evening, you get Macy ready to go on a walk. The heat of the day has lessened significantly and you’re grateful for it. As you reach the street, you notice Sukuna picking up the trash in his yard.

“Oh hey! Where are you off to?” he strides towards you, tossing some beer cans in the open trash can sitting out in the yard.

“Just taking Macy on her walk, wanna join?” you offer without thinking. What if people see you with him, won’t that cause the rumor mill to fly?

His face lights up and you immediately dismiss those thoughts. At least he’s someone who seems to enjoy spending time around you, unlike your man back home who is always so quick to complain or put you down. Who cares if he has issues, most all of us do, some are just better at hiding them.

“Gimme like five minutes to finish cleaning up the yard. I’m having people over and don’t wanna give the cops more of a reason to be up my ass.”

“Oh, trying to impress someone special?” you joke.

“Sure, you could say that,” he shrugs, facing away from you now.

You chuckle and end up sitting in the grass to wait, rubbing Macy’s belly as she rolls over. Moments later you feel his presence next to you, holding out his hand for you.

“Um I was offering to help Macy up actually,” he teases before pulling you up. He gives Macy a few pets before taking her leash from your hand.

“Wait, popsicles!” you exclaim.

“Holy shit you’re so right! I’ll hold Macy if you wanna go get them,” he says with serious conviction.

“What flavor?”

“Red.”

“Red isn’t a flavor,” you snort.

“You know what I meaaaaaaannn,” he whines.

Soon you are back with popsicles in tow and you begin your walk.

“So what’s a typical day like for you?” Sukuna asks as he falls into step next to you.

“Hmmm, usually I go to class, teach my undergrad class, try to squeeze lunch in there, go to the lab to work on my research, then get home sometime in the evening to try and wind down.”

“Your boyfriend live with you?”

“Nope, I live alone. Relationship is too volatile for a long term lease,” you laugh.

“So are you on or off right now?” he asks, words slightly muffled by the popsicle at his lips.

“I guess on, I don’t know, it’s hard to tell sometimes. Speak of the devil,” you mutter as your phone starts ringing. You don’t answer, but after three more calls Sukuna yanks it out of your hand.

“Sukuna what are-“

“Hello? Who’s this? You’re looking for who? Oh you must mean tomato girl,” he snickers as he puts the phone on speaker.

“She’s busy right now, she has one of my popsicles in her mouth so she can’t talk, it’s pretty big and sticky, her hands can’t touch the phone in their state,” he puts the phone on mute as he busts out laughing and you can’t help but join in.

“What the fuck, you fucking serious? You better get your hands off my girl,” Cam’s furious voice comes through the phone.

“I’m not touching her, she’s standing like five feet away.”

“What about this popsicle-“

“It’s grape flavored, she seems like she’s really enjoying it. Well I’m going to go now, nice meeting you Chris!” he says sarcastically as he hangs up.

“He is so pissed, bet he’s having a nuclear fallout of a meltdown right now. That felt good though,” you sigh, secretly thankful for that. It’s hard to get payback on him sometimes.

“Yeah well he’s a piece of shit, better never visit with him or there might be a problem.”

“Sukuna you’ve known me for two days,” you chuckle.

“So? You’ve been the nicest person to me in this stupid neighborhood, I haven’t and won't forget that.”

You both continue walking in silence, passing a few neighbors who give you a confused look. Suddenly you hear a car behind you, realizing it’s a police car with the lights on. What the fuck.

The officer gets out and approaches the both of you.

“Good evening, got a call about a young girl being followed by a suspicious man, looks like you two.”

What? Someone called the cops on Sukuna for walking with you?

“There must be a misunderstanding, I’m just walking my dog with my neighbor,” you reply.

“Can I see your identification sir?” he turns his attention to Sukuna.

“Look man I’m not doing anything wrong-“

“ID. Now, don’t argue with me boy.”

Sukuna fishes his wallet out, handing the cop his license.

“Mam do you know he has a record and a suspended license? Is he giving you any trouble?”

You are starting to get irritated, Sukuna did nothing wrong, literally just existing.

“I do know, and no he’s not giving me trouble. I just wanted company walking my dog since it’s starting to get dark.”

The cop looks between you both, brow furrowing in confusion.

“With all due respect sir, aren’t there bigger issues in the community than a guy walking down the street?” you state.

“Watch your mouth,” the cop retorts in anger. “If he tries anything, just give us a call. Be careful and have a good night.”

You both watch as the car hits an illegal U-turn and speeds back towards the main road.

“That was brilliant,” Sukuna smiles at you.

“It was also stupid, shouldn’t be talking to shit to a cop,” you laugh. “It was just bothering me how they’re obsessing over you when there are bigger issues in the world. You literally can’t drive, but now walking is illegal? Just pisses me off,” you scoff with irritation.

“Facts,” Sukuna agrees, “if people wanna buy drugs, that’s their choice. If they don’t get it from me, they’ll get it some other way.”

While you don’t love the whole drug dealer thing, he does have a point.

You continue your walk without any more incidents, laughing and joking the entire time. Sukuna is quite charming and charismatic, you're starting to realize. Not in a bad way though, he appears to have a genuine kindness about him and despite his questionable actions, seems like a decent person.

“I’m having people over tonight, you’re welcome to come by if you’d want,” he says as he walks you to your door. It’s almost dark now, the front porch light bathing you both in a soft yellow hue.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll pass,” you answer. You really aren’t interested in getting involved with all that, also not nearly social enough to go up in a place where you barely know one person. Plus you probably have to do damage control with Cam.

“Sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Sukuna smirks at you, running his hand through his unruly pink locks.

“Have a good night, be careful,” you joke and he just snickers in return, rolling his eyes.

He turns to walk back up the driveway as you lock up for the night.

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