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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?”

The Race: Lap One

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