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I simp heavy for Sukuna but even in my dreams, that man is not comforting me. At best he’s offering pain and suffering to whatever hurt me or a half-assed hug. He is not rubbing my back if I cry. If anything he would kick me out because my sorrow is annoying him.
Still my man though. Imma stick beside him
More of This
Reject piece of a Sukuna x fem!OC one-shot I was working on.
Rating: R | MINORS DNI
Warnings: possessiveness and hints of a god complex
Her tongue longed to lag out her jaw, and let go of all reservations. Her arms were immobile behind her back in a tight grip of his hand, she could do nothing to take control except bounce her ass against his hips to impale him deeper into her heat. The sound of her cunt was explicit. Each gush showed how desperate she was for him.
“You’re at my mercy.” At his words, he gripped her hip and forced her to stop moving before pushing her to lay flat on her stomach. “Everything you want is in my power to give and take.
“Yes, please.”She moaned absentmindedly. She didn’t care if he was on some power trip as long as he didn’t stop fucking her.
“You like that? Being at my mercy? In my control. Mine?”
“YES!” Her voice squeaked. Her body was already sensitive from the orgasm she had not even five minutes ago, and she could feel her muscles bear down in preparation for another one.
“Think carefully of what you’re saying, woman. This isn’t your village anymore. Don’t agree to me claiming you if you don’t want to wake up with my cock stuffing this pretty pussy of yours whenever I want.” The king of curses didn’t know why he was saying all this. He couldn’t stop the burning need inside of him to say it and voice desires he didn’t even know he had. Beneath him, his lover keened, mind fogged with something stronger than lust as she allowed him to stake claim to her body.
“Yes, please! M’yours.” she could hear herself say. His cock thumped against her back wall and her muscles spasmed as her climax drew closer. It's been a while she’s been fucked like this. She found herself eager to agree to whatever he said as long as he kept going. Bunny wished for a mirror so she could see what they looked like together and vowed to get one as soon as possible.
“Sucha pretty girl,” The sight of her made his loins burn with a hot need to fill her with his cum. He wanted to watch their combined juices spill from her spent cunt as she laid there, exhausted from being fucked like an animal.
“Close. Sukuna, I’m gonna cum, make me cum. Please, baby.”
“Huh, I’ll make you cum ‘til you see stars, Bunny. Just keep taking me just like this.”
QUICK SUKUNA HC BECAUSE THATS STILL MY #1 AND IM ROCKING WITH HIM 4L LOVE YOU STINK:
Sukuna doesn’t know how to hug. He knows what it is and understand why humans do it ( they’re weak as hell) but he’s never properly hugged.
You get to teach him. If you want affection you have to initiate it and wait until he’s not in a killing mood.
Its like training a cat. The best outcome is Sukuna loosely wrapping his arms around you and grumbling about it while you snuggle into his chest
Worst scenario is him dodging or kicking you away while berating humans for being so weak/needy
*deep ass inhale*
sukuna fucks the g-spot straight on always. fingering you? ur gonna have to kick him away if you don’t want ur pussy numb.. fucking you? please he’s literally gonna keep your legs restrained. takes advantage of mating press and presses on the back of your legs so that you don’t keep scooting away from him. you squeal whenever he thrusts up hard into your abused cunt. you squirting is just normal cumming to him help
Corsets
This is probably geographically and historically inaccurate but in my mind Sukuna 100% knows what a corset is and has ripped hundreds of them off women before.
Like, imagine him ripping that lil $5 corset you got off she-in with one hand.
He got three other hands, guess where they going??
*bites fist to repress moan*
Yall I gotta go touch some grass or sum real quick (no I’m not. Im going to write some smut)
Me: i gotta focus today, no distractions
Brain: Street racer Sukuna….
Me:
I don’t appreciate the call out but yes, Sukuna is the ultimate tsundere and I’ll love him.
Maybe i should call my therapist, though
jjk boys with a crush on you
pairings: yuuji, megumi, toge, satoru & sukuna x gn!reader
genre: fluff, mild angst
warnings: none
word count: 1.6k
itadori yuuji
an absolute mess. this boy cannot contain himself around you. he probably thinks he’s being slick, but with the way he wears his heart on his sleeve, it’s no surprise that everyone knows about his little crush. including you. how could you possibly miss it when he’s always flashing you his overexcited grins and sputtering a greeting that’s either way too loud or not at all audible to the human ear.
Keep reading
30 Minutes Before the Race:
Rated T for sexual talk, threats of violence.
Series Masterlist | Previously
“How about this, Sukuna. If I win I get to have one night with your girl?”
“HUH? What the fuck did you just say-“
“Sure.” Bunny’s mischievous grin caught her boyfriend by surprise. Before he could demand an answer for why she would agree to the bet, she cupped his chin and patted his cheek. “Are you or are you not Ryomen Sukuna?”
He nodded dumbly. Bunny leaned in to nibble on his ear and peck his skin. Her boyfriend was quick to move his hand south to paw at her ass in those jean shorts she loved so much that left out the underside of her asscheeks. Bunny licked the shell of his ear and felt him lean on his car for support.
“All you gotta do is win.” Plush lips stole his breath for a deep kiss. Bunny knew they were disgusting, spectators shouting obscenities and whistling at them. The hand resting over his shoulder gave the crowd the universal 'fuck off' sign. She pulled back and smiled at her work. Lipstick smushed onto his skin. “And I’ll see you at the winner’s circle.”
Sukuna stared at her for a beat, then gave her his signature feral smile. “All I gotta do is win? You’re in so much trouble when I get there, Bunny.”
“Not if I get there first. Right, Bunbun?” Gojo called out, interrupting the couple. Sukuna looked away from his girl, irritation as obvious as the tattoos on his face.
“After I win, I’ll kill you for suggesting this bet. Then I’ll fuck my girl over your corpse.”
“Sure, sure. Remind me who won last time, again?”
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50 Followers Celebration
To celebrate this milestone for my trash blog, I will be posting an x reader fic featuring none other than the love of my life, Ryomen Sukuna. I'm aiming to post it before I take a break for exams.
The Race: Start
Series Masterlist | Previously
“And that's Sukuna. He’s one of the best out here. The only one that's a challenge to him is Gojo.”
“I heard there’s some newbie named Yuji that’s really good.”
“He looks so dangerous…” “who’s that girl next to him?”
“Her with the pink dreadlocks? That’s Bunny. Sukuna’s girl.”
“Her name’s really Bunny?”
“No, it's his nickname for her. I don't think I’ve ever heard anyone say her real name. She’s been around for a while.”
“And she’s just as crazy as he is. I heard she once stole a cop motorcycle and handcuffed the cop to a gate.”
“Where do you keep hearing information?”
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Let's Play Pretend
Fighting my Sukuna brain rot while studying for exams. 0/10 would not recommend. Is this a teaser? A snippet. Idfk. Let's just enjoy the now.
“-didn’t look that bad. Maybe I’ll take a stroll over there and see for myself. Never had a girl that shy before-”
“Sukuna stop!”
“Now I’m curious. Get up brat. Let’s go see. I want to know what she plans to do with that fake cock she bought.”
“Don’t bring that up-”
“You think she can take something that big? Her cunt must be greedy. I can help her-”
“Drop it-”
“She won’t need any toys with me. I’ll fuck her good.”
“Please-”
“Brat, why are you fighting this? You want her, she’s hungry for cock. Don’t pretend that you haven’t noticed how sexy she was before.”
“...I didn’t.”
“Bullshit. I’m in your head remember? You were staring at her ass at that shopping village.”
12 Inch Tongue
What is college really? Why are we alive? Why am I voluntarily stressing myself out? Bc, I am broke. Anyways this might be a new series, idk. If yall want me to continue it let me know.
As always it's Sukuna x Black!fem!OC. for all sukuna pieces I use the name Bunny, so If you see other sukuna fics on my blog, they are not connected unless otherwise stated.
Characters: Bunny (OC), Nobara, Megumi, Itadori. Sukuna is mentioned.
Rating: PG-13.
“Me and Nobora are gonna stop at this store real quick,” Bunny announced, brown hands already wrapped around her friend’s arm to separate the group of four into two. Nobara looked over at her friend in confusion, but Bunny refused to look her in the eyes. Rolling her light brown eyes, the sorcerer looked over to the other freshmen in her class.
“Yeah. You boys can go to the food court and gorge on chili cheese fries or whatever it is boys do.” Megumi and Itadori shared a long look between them before shrugging and walking away.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t take too long, guys.” And with that, the girls were left alone. Nobara wasted no time turning to her friend. Curiosity and impatience growing in her person. People passed by the duo in the mall, hiding them from view.
“What’s the deal?”
“I gotta...buy something-”
“Yes. We are at a mall. That’s what fiscally irresponsible college kids do.” Bunny shot her a look and waited for Nobara’s ruffled feathers to settle.
“It’s something personal, and I didn’t want the boys asking questions if I went alone so-”
“Wait, wait, wait…” the Japanese woman interrupted her one more time, gears in her head beginning to turn for an answer. Bunny looked away again, hope and fear clear as day in her eyes. Nobara didn’t have a quiet bone in her body. If she shouted out what Bunny thought she was thinking, not even her dark skin would save her from the embarrassment that would bloom on her face. “Are you saying you need to buy a dildo-”
“Shut up, Nobara! You don’t have to say it out loud.” Bunny grumbled, unable to meet her friend’s gaze. Her body temperature had peaked through the roof.
“Oh, stop spazzing! It’s not that big a deal. It’s practically essential in every woman’s life. Let’s go.” Nobara continued her rambling about how disappointing men could be and why toys should be given to women by the government. Bunny quietly walked by her friend’s side, too frazzled to offer much to the conversation. It’s not that she was embarrassed or ashamed of deriving pleasure from toys, this was just something Bunny would rather keep private with as few people in the know as possible. Something that would have been impossible if she ordered anything online and sent it to the dorms.
Jujitsu Tech University had strict rules for students living on campus. Outside of packages from family or generic stores, all deliveries were scanned for possible curses or suspicious items. The toy Bunny had in mine checked one of those boxes.
They arrived at the store after a quick stop at a smoothie stand. Nobara took the lead, guiding her friend through the aisles to the desired section.
“Should I ask how you know where they place items? Or how you knew what shop I was even thinking about?” Bunny teased lightly. She couldn’t see it but Nobara smirked without giving an answer. Together the girls perused the aisle, pointing at anything that piqued their interest.
“What happened to the shy girl act?”
“I wasn’t shy! This is just something I’d like to not be public information. The boys don’t need to know what gets me off. Especially Itadori…” Though she whispered the last part, Nobara choking on her beverage let Bunny know that it was heard regardless.
“You like Itadori?” Bunny pushed her curly mane back to let the air conditioning hit her neck. She let out a quiet ‘no’ to Nobara’s disappointment. Brown eyes sparkled and a brown hand skimmed the packaging of the toy in front of her. It was massive, bigger than the toys she had in her home country. The realistic veins running down the side of the toy sent shivers down her spine. It was a strong contender. “So why did you say Itadori, then.”
“Well… if Itadori knows then...so will uhm, Sukuna.” Gods, let the floor open up and swallow Bunny whole. She moved on from the realistic dildo that caught her attention to the novelty toys.
“Sukuna? Evil 1,000-year-old Sukuna? Biggest Curse on the planet Sukuna? The sukuna with-” Nobara stopped her bombardment of questions to process who exactly Bunny talking about. She followed her friend’s gaze to a bumpy pink vibrator. “Oh, you nasty bitch. The Sukuna with the 12 inch tongue?”
Bunny froze. She could feel her heartbeat all the way down to her toes. Gratefulness sprang from her to her past self for picking a hairstyle big enough to hide her from Nobara’s eyesight. Robotically, brown hands picked up the vibrator and the other item that liked earlier and stiffly walked to the register.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. I’m right aren’t I?” Her friend harassed her all the way to the front of the store where she paid for her items, paying no mind to the heckling. The pair left the store, a discreet bag in the hands of Bunny, to make their way back to the boys. “Okay I’ll stop. I’m not judging you! We like what we like, right?”
“You are so judging me. I can feel it. You have a very oppressive aura.” Bunny said.
“Okay, I am judging you,” Nobara grabbed the brown woman’s hand before she could let out a sound of victory. “But! I am also not judging you. Like, Do I get it? Hell no. But we all have weird kinks.”
Bunny felt oddly comforted by those words. She couldn’t think of anything to say back, so the girls walked in silence. They found the boys at the food court, their table filled with empty containers and trays. On Megumi’s side, he had organized his trash for easy disposal. The opposite could be said for Itadori.
Megumi looked at the girls and at the bag in his classmate’s hand as he stood up.
“Let’s go. We have a mission.”
I was reading a househusband Sukuna drabble then my phone glitched and i lost it. I will never recover from this loss
Reblogging so i never lose this again
Baby, I need some more housewife sukuna. Let him fuck me in the back yard at at the next town fair people are giving us glares and calling us unfit to be parents (while we’re completely unbothered and laughing) bc I literally woke up the next neighborhood from how good he was fucking me. 
contains: semi-public sex (in ur yard), sukuna is a sexy masochist
here’s the thing: househusband sukuna does not give a shit about the neighborhood association. yes, he sits on the board (he was president for three years running, after all.) yes, every time there’s a meeting, someone tries to make an offhand comment about noise complaints and maintaining the sanctity of the neighborhood. does sukuna nod along like he’s deeply invested, like he could never believe that someone would tarnish the vibes like that? sure.
but that doesn’t change the fact that househusband sukuna will always make a beeline for the backyard when he gets home. it’s his paradise, his shrine: a perfect landscape of koi ponds and carefully arranged flowers and foliage so dense he can’t see the neighbors. but besides that, there’s you, always, reading a book or minding your own business on the patio futon.
and really, he thinks, how should anyone pass up an opportunity like this? to pull your underwear to your knees and fuck you here, hard and fast and desperate, letting you claw at his shoulders because he short-circuits from the pain? who’d pass up the opportunity to strip you bare for the world to see, to let everyone know that no one fucks better than he can?
(say it, baby, he grumbles. let the whole fucking neighborhood know.)
besides, househusband sukuna likes the way your cries echo in the trees and mingle with the birdcalls. he likes the way the afternoon sun reflects on your irises, the way you clench a little bit harder when you hear someone else’s voice filtering through their yard. it’s more thrilling, more exciting, this chase: it’s the possibility that someone could find you like this that always sends you tumbling over the edge.
everyone knows what sukuna’s perfect yard is for – they hear it like clockwork every morning and afternoon, the perfect sound of sukuna making you beg him to fuck you on every piece of patio furniture spread across the lawn. but even when they complain, late at night, they stare at their walls and wish they had that, too.
3 Hours Before the Race
Rated R | Minors DNI
Series Masterlist
“How fast do you think it’ll go?” Bunny asked from outside the vehicle. Her eyes scanned the body of the tricked-out car in front of her. She didn’t know shit about cars. Something that drove her boyfriend crazy every time he tried to explain how he altered the engine or debated about switching tires. All Bunny knew was that the car in front of her was a menace in the streets that’s damn near impossible to beat, much like its owner.
“Fast enough to kick Gojo’s stupid ass.” Red eyes didn’t look away from the task at hand. One last examination to make sure every piece of the machine had been secured in place. When he was satisfied he stood up straight and reached for the towel to clean his hands. “M’gonna leave him in the dust. Make him wish he never fucked with me.”
“I can’t wait. I love seeing you race.” Bunny admitted, but after how long they’ve been together, it wasn’t a secret. Still, Sukuna smirked at her and motioned for her to walk towards her. He slammed the hood down and picked his girlfriend up to sit on top of the blood-red car. “Yes? Did you need something?”
His red eyes undressed her. She always wore the skimpiest shit when she wasn’t at work. It made focusing on his car a difficult job to do. But there were still enough benefits to even out the consequences.
“You didn’t think I forgot, did you? I can’t race a car I ain’t fucked you in.”
“I still think that’s bullshit. You’ve won in cars that didn’t have my cum soaked into the seats.”
“I lost the last race because I didn’t follow my ritual.” Bunny tossed her head back to laugh, pink butterfly locs swaying from the movement. He tugged on one to gain her attention, all the while his other hand began kneading her smooth brown thigh. “I’m serious.”
“You lost that race because that fucking organizer can’t see for shit. I saw you cross the line first but-” He interrupted her rant for a kiss. Her hands pulled on his black wife beater. Sukuna bit her lip and hissed when her sharp nails dug into his shoulders. Bunny pulled back to take off her shirt and looked at him with calculating eyes. “I guess there’s no harm in sticking to your stupid tradition.”
Sukuna let out a sharp laugh. She couldn’t resist him but refused to admit it. His large hands cupped her tits still covered by her bra, squeezing the flesh encased in fabric. Pinching through the layers, his red eyes focused on the way Bunny’s eyes fluttered from the pain and pleasure.
“C’mere” Bunny ordered, desperate to taste his lips again. His body fit so perfectly between her thighs, she almost moaned from the sight alone. “Gonna fuck me on the hood of your car?”
“I’m fucking you on the hood, the backseat, over the fucking console. I want this car to smell like nothing but your needy pussy when I win tonight.” She swooned at his words like he just finished performing a lovesick poem. His fingers unclasped her bra and freed her tits, peaks already beginning to harden from the cool air and arousal. “You’re my good luck charm. My little rabbit’s foot or whatever.”
“That might be the sweetest thing you’ve said to me.” She squealed as he traced her covered slit. When Sukuna pressed over where her clit would be, her hips squirmed from stimulation. “Kuna…”
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2 Hours Before the Race:
Rated R | Minors DNI
Series Mssterlist | Previously
Sukuna’s hand had been tapping a steady rhythm on his girlfriend’s thigh on the way to tonight’s race. Her fingers fiddled with the knitting needles in her hand, her focus split between eyeing the muscles in his forearm every time he turned the wheel and turning the blue yarn by her feet into a cozy scarf.
Inside the blood-red car, the sound of the engine dominated all noise. Sukuna preferred it like this, the silence allows him to get in the right headspace to murder the competition. Bunny also took the silence to mentally prepare for the crowds and noise that came with illegal activities like street racing and being her man’s number one fan. A spot several people were dying to take.
Outside the car on the black asphalt, racers and fanatics crowded the street. The excitement was palpable, the all too familiar scent of burning rubber, gasoline, smoke, and booze infiltrated the car. Vehicles of all types lined up the street. Every color imaginable shined under the streetlights. She could see Gojo’s arctic blue specialized corvette, surrounded by his gaggle of groupies. A couple of cars down, revving like the monster its owner wanted it to be, was Mahito’s Frankenstein creation of a car.
Sukuna pulled up to his usual slot, the slot that everyone in the underworld knew to never steal, and backed in with ease. The couple looked through his illegally tinted windows, to everyone jeering for them to come out. Sukuna sucked his teeth.
“Ready Kuna?”
“Not yet, babe.” Bunny looked up from her project to find the driver’s seat reclined and said driver sporting a wolfish grin. “Let me get some more luck, little Bunny.” His girl scoffed but put her needles down. She wasn’t an exhibitionist like Sukuna was, mostly due to her occupation. Can’t have a local school librarian get caught being raunchy with her law-breaking boyfriend. Still, it never hurt to ask.
“You’re so insatiable. Like an incubus or sex demon, I swear.” Bunny said, tying her soft locs back into a ponytail. “I’ll never understand the audacity of men.” She grumbled while leaning over to unzip his pants. A hand, freshly wet with saliva, stroked Sukuna’s flesh from half-mast to fully stiff.
Before beginning, Bunny looked up at her boyfriend, finding his hungry red eyes take in their position. He looked at her like a predator does its prey; like how a wolf does to his bunny. Shivers ran down her arms. His eyes soften ever so slightly, so discreet anyone who didn’t know him like Bunny did, would have missed it.
“You’re so good for me, Bunny.”
“Whatever.” Bunny looked back down before he could see the uptick at the corners of her lips. She suckled at his tip before giving him another look. “You better scream my name so loud everyone outside can hear.”
“Make me.”
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I have alot of Sukuna Headcanons but it’s mostly self insert and specific to my habits. Might post it one day.
All i can say is, Sukuna would be so tired of my bullshit everyday
I love mundane headcanons, they are so fun. So now I got a question for you and your favorite character:
What temperature do they keep the thermostat at?
Something tells me Sukuna is not going higher than 67° and would tell me to get a blanket if I’m too cold. Cuddling would be met with grumbling but he wouldn’t push me away
The Race: Lap One
New six-part series, featuring Street racer Sukuna and other jjk characters. This fic has three previews and three full parts. This is the first of the three full parts (does that make sense?). Tell me what you think!
Pairing: Sukuna x Bunny (black fem OC)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Cursing, threats of violence, hinted character(s) death, Sukuna telling someone to kill themselves (but not really. he meant it but, look just read it), fingering and dirt talk, slight power/pet play
Series Masterlist | Previously
Bunny strutted around the street, waving briefly at the regulars she’s built a small repertoire with. The woman couldn’t stop and visit, the first race was about to start and they wanted to watch from the starting line. Sukuna had his hand firmly buried in the back pocket of her shorts, using his size and overall intimidating aura to clear a path.
“Uh, is that Panda? How’s he out here, ain’t he on house arrest?” Sukuna grunted and followed his girlfriend’s gaze.
“He still has the bracelet on.” She mumbled gibberish as they kept walking. “Who’s racing?”
“You were literally right there when they made the decision.” Playful annoyance colored her words. Sukuna didn’t pay attention to anyone outside his caliber. “The youngblood. Itadori, Nobara, Megumi. Heard about this other kid Junpei. It’s his first race.”
“Runts better not fuck up. If they crash or some shit, the cops are gonna be on our ass.” As he spoke, they reached the start line where four cars were lined up. Their drivers standing by their door and heckling each other. Well, mostly Nobara and Itadori.
The new runt appeared to be ready to piss himself and Megumi looked like he’d rather be in bed. But Sukuna knew out of the four of them, the angst-ridden teen was the most feral.
Sukuna liked that. He liked it a lot.
Bunny pinched the male’s arm to get his attention back. “Stop staring at the kid, you know he can't stand your ass.”
Rolling her eyes when Sukuna ignored her, she went back to scooping out who here would race with Sukuna and Gojo. She didn’t see Nanami, which checked out with his “every other month” rule. The only other person that she had in mind wasn’t in her line of sight.
“You seen Geto-Of course. Hey Geto.” Her dry tone didn’t register to the men in front of them. Geto made it a mission to find Sukuna at every event.
“Hey Bunny, I heard you were up for grabs in the second race. Can I get in on it?” Before she could open her mouth, Sukuna yanked her into his side.
“Get away from her, bastard. Stop looking at her like she’s some whore before I cut your eyes out.” Bunny had to stifle a laugh at the last part. Funny how the man who called her ‘his personal whore’ would say that. Regardless, her heart melted from Sukuna defending her honor, or whatever was being questioned.
“Awh, so violent.”Geto pouted before winking at her and mouthing ‘next time'. Sukuna tsk’d, ready to take some anger out on the bastard harassing them.
The collective crowd’s attention snapped to the startline. The newbies were in their car, revving the engine and fueling the excitement. Gojo stood next to Utihime on the other side, hollering and acting like a general fool for attention. Bunny has seen the newbies follow after the white-haired man a time or two. Guess he’s a fan of the kids.
“You ready?” three cars revved for confirmation, one hesitated before joining in.
“3. 2. 1. Go!”
Nobara’s car took first right from the beginning, not giving her competition a second to take the lead. Cheers filled the street, Bunny joining in while tugging Sukuna to a new spot to catch the cars in action. Dozens of fans had the same idea, crowding at the start line and cutting off her sight.
Without asking, her boyfriend guided her to stand behind him. Bunny laughed and jumped on her man without pause, securing visibility once again. Sukuna could see just fine with his freakish height. Scratching his scalp in thanks, she watched the newbies fight for first, though from the way poor Junpei jerked his ride they would be lucky to make it back without a crash.
“Bunbun! I hope you said your goodbyes to Sukuna. Soon as I win, I’ll scoop your fine ass up and we’ll head back to my place.”
Gojo taunted as his lithe body slithered up to Sukuna’s broader one. She looked down, flicking a stray dreadlock to keep her vision clear. A pale hand reached out to caress her thigh only to be smacked away by Sukuna.
“Nobody touches what mine. Try and touch her again and you die.” Sukuna growled the hold he had around her lower thighs clenching the fat. Bunny fought the urge to squirm and clench her thighs, knowing at this height, it would be too visible.
The sound of police sirens cutting through the white noise of the gathering interrupted the interaction.
Mister Yoshi, the organizer of the shindig, raised his walkie-talkie to talk to his team on the streets with the drivers. Their job of making sure the police didn’t ruin their fun had no room for error or delayed updates.
“They’re on the bridge!”
“Megumi and Nobara are in the lead!”
“Fuck, I got money on the pink-haired kid!” The commentary kept rolling as Sukuna and Bunny kept their eyes on the bridge. Two more turns and the streetcars would be headed back to the starting line. Nobara had kept a hold of the first spot for this long, but Megumi’s sleek black honda had been on her ass the entire time.
“C’mon brat,” Sukuna muttered. His adrenaline was pumping, mind and body eager to get behind the wheel of his own honda. He knew that kid had something under his sleeve. Not regular nos or some other booster. Something bigger. Better. Stronger. He wanted to know, needed to know.
Bunny’s brown hand caressed his tattooed face, she already knew what was on her boyfriend’s mind. She couldn’t deny her curiosity about Megumi had been piqued for a while.
“Megumi’s in the lead!” The update brought cheers and curses out of the onlookers. Bunny heard a few excited and sultry ‘Gumi!’ from some of the population. So the kid had his own groupies, another fan favorite in the making.
“Itadori!”
“Yes, come on kid. Bring it home.”
“Gumi’s not gonna lose, pipe down bitch.”
“What the FUCK is that kid doing!?” Junpei, who had been steadily at the back of the pack, suddenly flared his car, likely releasing nos for a fighting chance. His ride jerked, the poor kid’s inexperience showing, while the car caught up to the other drivers. “He’s gonna crash!”
Chaos erupted, Bunny could see Mister Yoshi back on his walkie-talkie talking fast and mean to his team, trying to find out what the hell was going on. Sukuna gripped her thighs tight, ready to run the second things went south.
“Itadori’s right infront of him!
“If they crash then the N2O will-” Like a prophet, the crowd watched the spectator’s words come true. Junpei rear-ended Itadori’s vehicle, sending both cars into a spin. Nobara barely jerked herself out of the way. But that wasn’t the worst of it.
Nitrous Oxide, while not a combustible gas, is a damn good accelerant to a pre-existing fire.
“HOLY FUCK!” Bunny yelped as two cars caught fire on the bridge. Itadori swerved and busted through the railings of the bridge. Everyone watch the kid’s canary yellow Volkswagon fall a good 300 meters before hitting the water. Faintly she could hear Gojo curse up a storm.
“Oh my god, he’s dead!”
“Scatter. The cops are coming!” Mister Yoshi yelled, sending the crowd into further pandemonium. Sukuna’s feet didn’t miss a beat, already sprinting back to his car after the first word. Bunny held on tight to her boyfriend and observed how quick some people were more than others. Panda got himself in the truckbed of his friend, banging on the side of the truck as a signal for them to haul ass.
Sukuna clenched his girlfriend’s thighs, refusing to let her fall off him. When they reached his car, she climbed down and got herself in the backseat instead of going around to the passenger side.
“Fucking go!”
“Shut up, no backseat driving.” He snarked, following her directions and starting up the engine. He peeled out the spot and joined the pack of fleeing cars. Grinding his jaws, Sukuna maneuvered them out the street, not giving a fuck about cutting anyone off. They didn’t matter. He couldn’t go back to jail. And Bunny, well-
“I can’t get arrested, the school’ll fire me! Assistant principal already hates me.” She whined. Sukuna grunted. He often forgot how different their backgrounds were.
“Won’t let that happen, little Bunny. Hold tight!” He warned as he hit the city traffic. Horns blared and tires screeched, but he kept going. His shop sat on a street two turns away. The sound of sirens too close for comfort and assaulting his ears.
“Fucking move it-” the sound of a phone ringing interrupted his gruff yelling. Bunny fumbled with the phone, his, before answering with a wary hello.
“Put me on speaker BunBun.” She did not.
“Gojo?”
“Fucking end the call. M’not dealing with his mouth outside of racin’” Sukuna commanded, his already unyielding grip on the steering wheel growing tighter in agitation. Bunny bit her bottom lip, tuning ino her boyfriend’s rough behavior. His knuckles were white from how rigid he held the wheel. His sharp jaw tensed and untensed. His focus directed at getting them back home.
The blood in her veins turned to lava.
Sukuna looked in the rearview mirror, wondering why Gojo’s voice hadn’t stopped assaulting his ears and nerves. The look in his girl’s eye told him all he needed to know. “Bunny. End it. Now.”
The ending beep came quick. Sukuna smirked and glanced back at the mirror.
“Good girl.”
Chuckles erupted out his muscular chest as Bunny punched the back of his seat, knowing he read her right. “Stop it, woman. This is the thanks I get for getting us home safe?”
Her punches slowed to the occasional tap against the dark leather upholstery. The engine roared as the gears switched, pitch-black tires twisted at Sukuna’s direction, taking the couple off the main road to the side street. “You’re not getting fired this time, tell that bitch to fuck off or kill herself.”
It took all her concentration to respond with a mere hum, her mind already occupied with ideas of how she should shower her savior with her gratitude. Sukuna could feel the storm inside his girlfriend brewing and had already caught her eyeing him up like a piece of meat. He didn’t fight the grin taking over the bottom half of his face as he put his car in park, shaking her out of a trance.
Bunny’s head swiveled to the window. Huh, they were back at the shop. She didn’t even notice. Her door opened from the outside, with Sukuna standing there with a self-satisfied expression. When her feet touched the concrete, his hands pulled her close. Her head bounced on his chest.
“Where's my thanks, woman?” Bunny licked her suddenly dry lips.
“Thank you.” Her round nose scrunched from feeding his ego.
“Aht, aht, aht. Thank you, what?” He growled while swooping down to slip an arm under her legs. His other hand toyed with one of her several dangling earrings. “Use those manners you love to boast about.”
“Thank you, Suki.” A calloused hand moved from her ear to grip on her chin, now demanding eye contact. As his legs carried them up the stairs to the loft, Sukuna waited for her to slap his hand away.
“That’s not my name. Say my name.”
“I did. It’s Suki.” The grin on his face spelled her doom. Bunny’s thighs clenched.
“Looks like I have to retrain my bunny. And you were doing so well, baby. Is my pet being a brat?” Kissing her cheek, Sukuna climbed the last of the stairs and crossed the threshold. He let her down and turned to lock the door. Then he bent down again to flip his girlfriend over his shoulder, giving himself the perfect access to her barely covered rear. “I’m giving you one last chance, what’s my name?”
“Rumplestilskin. ” A slap on her ass pushed a squeal out her mouth to follow her sass.
“Alright, you wanna play bunny? Daddy can do that.” Bunny couldn’t fight the shiver ransacking her body nor the barely audible whine escaping her lips. He began the journey to their bed, leaving the past two hours behind him. The race, the police, the highly likely death of two racers, discarded like their clothes that covered the floor. Well, not everything.
“Don’t think I forgot about that stupid bet you made with Gojo. If you wanted to be a slut so bad, you could have told me.” Bunny’s nude body bounced as it made contact with the mattress, the beginning of her fall from grace. Brown eyes turned shy at the sight of a shirtless Sukuna, sadism dripping down his tanned skin like sweat.
Bunny fought the urge to scoot back to the headboard, away from the intimidating body that already had one knee on the bed. Away from the nearing consequences of her actions. Instead, she steeled her nerves. Though naked, her tongue provided a cloak of defense.
“Slut me out.” Even in the darkness of the night, the gleam of his sharp white teeth could not be ignored. Along with his teeth, the silver of his chain, usually hidden under his various shirts and tank tops, absorbed the small amount of light in the room. Her blood rushed, saliva pooling in her mouth at the thought of licking the jewelry to taste the unique infusion of Sukuna and cold metal.
“Yeah? You just cock hungry? That why you said yes to the bet?” At her nod, Sukuna climbed onto the mattress and straddled her hips. His pants were still on, with his belt and zipper undone carelessly. “That’s not good, Bunny. You can’t act like that, they’ll start thinking you’re not getting fucked right.”
Hot kisses scorched the brown skin of her neck and clavicle, Sukuna planted one after the other. His hand dove under her back, swimming to the small of her back and pushing up with a single finger until her back arched.
“Am I not fucking you right, my little pet?” Bunny’s neck snapped as she shook her head vehemently as if her action would erase the devastated tone in her boyfriend’s question. “Don’t lie baby. I haven’t been doing a good job-”
“Suki!” She shrieked as their bodies rolled in the bed, only stopping after Sukuna deemed the new position acceptable. The rough texture of his pants itched the sensitive skin of her underbelly. The fat of her lower half jiggled for a moment as the air conditioner blew cool air over her. Now she felt exposed.
Bunny had been placed over his lap. Eyes widening, she tried to recall if he was wearing any rings tonight, or if she heard metal clang against a surface since they arrived home.
“That’s the only logical explanation for why my sweet pet tried to whore herself out, why she’s been a brat since we got home?”
“Suki, wait! You’ve been good to me, so good. I’m sorry-Ah, fuck!!” His large palm felt like hot iron against her plush ass, the flesh burning from the impact. Ripples worked their way outwards from the epicenter, up her back, and down her thighs. “Fuck!”
“Such a dirty mouth, I should correct that too while I have you on my lap.” Her whimpers were music to his ears. Another smack, this one not followed by a curse in an effort to change her fate. “Oh pet, you tryna be good for me now? It’s too late.”
“Sukuna, stop! At least take off your rings before you break the skin.” Even over his lap, Bunny couldn’t resist mouthing off. One of the many traits that he loved about her.
“Why should I? You know I love seeing you bleed for me. Now, enough talking.” His palm struck again, and again, alternating between her cheeks with no real rhyme or reason to it. “You’re not supposed to be talking. I need to retrain you, you’ve forgotten the rules.”
Tears were beading in the corner of her eyes, with every hit Bunny sunk lower and lower. By the time he tired of abusing her flesh, she was sure the lines of his palms would be branded into her skin.
“Good bunny, are the lessons starting to sink in? I can do this all night.” As his mouth and hands assaulted her, she could feel the heat in the base of her belly build. Desire pooled and threatened to drip onto his hard thighs.
“Why you squirming, pet? Tryna tell me something? Spread your legs, baby. Let Daddy see.” His breath hitched when she followed his instruction, slick from her cunt flowing freely to stain his skin. “Good bunny.”
“Kuna, yes!” She whimpered out as two of his large fingers stuffed her hole full. Her body stretched around him to fit. Sukuna hummed in approval as he watched his girlfriend squirm from his forceful pumping.
“You’re so wet from your punishment, just like I trained you to be, pet. Such a good girl, remembering her lessons, huh?” His thumb toyed with her bundle of nerves, flicking it in time with his pace until a whine left Bunny’s throat. “Back to being my angel, baby?”
All Bunny could do was nod her head as her senses blurred the closer she moved to her release. His fingers toyed with her, rubbing against that rough patch inside of her, skimming her clit while her juices continued to run out her cunt along the rough lines of his hand.
As she lost her mind and fell apart in his lap, Sukuna began to hum in contentment. His girl was his favorite instrument, one that he had mastered early on in their relationship. She could whine and pitch a fit, curse and moan his government name until she turned blue in the face, Sukuna knew her hard limits. She’ll have enough when he deemed fit and not a moment sooner.
“My bunny, my bunny, my sweet little bunny. You’re so close my fingers can barely move. Cum on my hand. Give it to me. On a silver platter. Like I trained you to.” His demand fell on deaf ears, her senses overloaded the longer he rolled and flicked her clit. Bunny’s heart banged itself against her chest. Only when Sukuna eased up did the roar in her ears quiet down.
“Please, Sukuna. Don’t stop. I-” Dear god, her pussy ached. Her climax was right there. He stopped right when she was about to cross the finish line.
“Don’t worry, Bunny.” Like a bullet, his thick fingers pierced through her hole and left her gasping for air. Her core exploded. From her cunt to her toes, waves of pleasure rolled through her sweaty body, hitting each nerve and filling every pore with oxycontin until she felt higher than the clouds in the night sky.
“I’m not stopping anytime soon. Engine’s all revved up. I think you said something about seeing the winner’s circle?”
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