In The Car?

in the car…?

Prompt: you and Sukuna are roommates- and you always manage to get into some trouble, whether it be egging your toxic ex’s car, or TP’ing your friends house- he’s always with you. And this time is no exception…😉

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Also this might be a longer fic so if oh don’t like little side stories- then I dunno. dw pooks- there’s nsfw 🤭

“God- ‘kuna Alex is bothering her again. I’m gonna fuckin kill him.” You groan frustratedly.

Alex, your best friend’s boyfriend is a fucking terror, and an asshole. The only reason your best friend puts up with him is because he’s ‘good in bed’ according to her. Merely thinking about the little shit has you rolling your eyes in annoyance

“Oh? What’d he do now?” He asks, amused and a sly smirk on his lips. He looked so fucking hot. But you won’t admit that to yourself.

Yet.

“He’s just being a dick.” You shake your head, scoffing.

“Why don’t we do something fun then? Maybe egg his house, then smoke a lil? Relieve some stress in the process, pretty girl?” He teases, his hands rubbing your shoulders, an intimate gesture.

The little sigh that escapes your lips and the way you relax under his touch makes his eyes darken in desire, but he won’t do that- at least not right now.

“Sure- you bring the eggs, I bring the weed.” Your laugh echoes through the shared apartment, something he could listen to on repeat, and amused smirk on his face.

He watches you as you get up and take the little black tubes containing the already rolled up joints, and a carton of eggs- and you hand both to him, flashing your cute little smile at him that drives him crazy. You walk over to the door and he follows you out to the lobby, making sure anyone passing by knows your his-

but you don’t know that yet? He’ll make sure you know it soon enough.

You both get into your car, bantering back and forth about who should drive- of course, Sukuna wins that little squabble, “you already look like a passenger princess, might as well act like one.” He chuckles, sitting down in the drivers seat and closing the door, giving you a knowing smirk, watching your cute little ass walk around the car to the passenger seat beside him.

“You already know where Alex lives right?” You ask him, and he simply nods, pulling out of the parking lot.

“Princess, you’ve driven past that punks house more times than I can count looking for your little friend, to lecture her later about staying at his house.” He retorts, smirking at you mischievously.

Sometimes he can be so damn tempting.

Five minutes later, he pulls into Alex’s neighborhood, parking farther away from his house so you guys aren’t seen, it’s not your guys’ first time getting into a bit of trouble. “Got the stuff?” He asks, an eyebrow raised in question, and you nod and grin at him, holding up the joints and the eggs.

“We’ll save the special stuff for later after we’re done with this little asshat.” You smirk, putting the joints in the glove box, along with the lighter.

You both get out of the car at the same time, his steps eating up the distance to Alex’s home.

“Can I get the first grab?” He smirks at you, already reaching for the first egg in the carton and chucking it at the living room window, making you cover your mouth and stifle your laughter. The eggs shatters like glass on impact, dripping down the window, leaving a mess of eggshells and yolk all over the place.

“That little shit will have so much fun cleaning this up tomorrow.” You laugh quietly, the moon being your only guise from prying eyes. Thank god it’s dark out.

You both take turns circling the house and throwing eggs at the house, and after you’re both done, it looks like a mess. And you’re proud of it.

“That’s not the only mess I’ll be proud of tonight~” he says low and husky in your ear as you guys walk back to the car, making your face flush in desire and making your breath hitch, “wha- huh? You talk in about the joints?” You ask him, a bit concerned and flustered. He wanted to fuck you so bad already.

“Yes princess, I am.” He say sarcastically, winking at you suggestively. And you roll your eyes, he can be so corny sometimes.

You both get back to the car, him taking the drivers seat again, you’re kicked back to passenger princess again. Not that you’re complaining. You open the glove box and pull out one of the joints and a lighter, handing the lighter to Sukuna and holding the joint to your lips, he smirks at you and lights the joint for you, watching your pupils dilate from the effect of the marijuana.

You pass the joint to Sukuna, exhaling the smoke, your head leaning against the headrest on the seat. Your eyes close in bliss, letting the effects wash over you, feeling light and happy, your body feeling everything tenfold, making any slight touch or sensation undeniable.

He watches you with half lidded eyes, needing you so bad. He takes a long drag of the joint, the smoke he exhales blurring his perfect fucking face.

“You feelin better yet princess?” He smirks at you, looking you up and down. His eyes rake over your figure hungrily, your shirt hugging your curves perfectly, and the sweatpants you’re wearing makes it casual enough for you to make an excuse to show off your perfect boobs. Which he shamelessly stares at.

Your eyes narrow, a small smirk on your lips, “eyes up here pretty boy.” You point to your face and he looks at you with and amused and slightly surprised expression, “I know that already princess.” His voice is low and husky when he talks, filled with need already.

You take his hand in yours and slowly guide it to your thigh, his hand possessively gripping your thigh, trailing dangerously close to your already throbbing and needy clit. “What do you think you’re doing?” You ask him coyly, you’ve always been such a damn tease. And he loves it.

“Re-phrase the what to who. Should be obvious already, huh princess?” His gaze burns into yours with such an intensity, you’re basically putty in his hands and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

He hands the almost-forgotten joint back to you, smirking knowingly at you and exhaling smoke from the drag. You take it from him and hit it again, and another time, just to make sure. “Just warning you-“ you pause, unsure of if you should say it, especially since his hand is on your thigh.

“What is it baby?” His smirk grows even more, his hold on your thigh tightening.

You sigh, looking down, “sometimes I get high before I go out to a club or something- because I get insanely turned on at literally anything.” You scoff playfully at your little confession.

Oh that’s just what he wanted to hear.

“Really princess? Let’s see how you get with me then.” His gaze darkens, his breathing shallow and a lustful smirk on his face.

Oh you’re in for it now.

He discards the joint outside the car window, slightly cracked from letting in the cool summer night air. The feeling flowing through your senses is surreal, and so is your desire to fuck him.

And so is his. But before he can mutter anything, your lips meet his in a hungry kiss. He lets out a satisfied groan, his hands holding your waist closer to him and he tangles his hands in your hair, pulling your head back harshly and peppering kisses down your neck all the way down to your collarbone.

“Damn princess, what’d you think what would happen if you told me that, hm?” He whispers in your ear, his other hand reaching under the top of your sweats, his fingers finding its way to your needy core, his fingers rubbing lazy circles on your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The sensation heightened from the effects of marijuana.

“F-fuck S’kuna- we’re still in the car-“ you whine, moaning at his skilled fingers working your clit. Your lips parting in a satisfied sigh, your hand coming up to cover your mouth.

“So baby? Can fuck you just as good here as on the bed, kay?” He whispers in your ear, low and husky. His fingers pace picks up even more, sliding into your wet pussy, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that sweet spot, making your back arch in pleasure as he finger fucks you harder and faster, “ah! K-kuna- s’close!” You moan out, your cunt tightening around his fingers.

“Cum f’me then princess.”

His words send you over the edge, your mouth falling open in pleasure, a lewd moan slipping past your lips and your eyes rolling back. He can barely hold himself back anymore, his erection near painful at this point, making a tent in his grey sweats.

“Get in the backseat. Now.” His words are demanding and full of lust, leaving no room for resistance or discussion. And you climb into the backseat, slipping off your top and your sweatpants, leaving you in your bra and panties, making the poor man go feral.

He gets in after you, having to open the backseats door because of his muscular build. Fuck that turned you on so much. He closes the door and locks it, the little ‘click’ of the lock sealing your fate for the evening.

Oh you’re fucked, literally.

He yanks down his sweatpants and boxers at the same time, revealing his angry erection, already leaking pre cum from the tip. And your eyes widen at the sight of it, long and thick, how is this going to fit inside you?

“Like what you see princess?” He leans down, whispering in your ear, his voice raw and husky.

“M-mhm” you manage to mumble between moans and whimpers.

“S’kuna please-“ you whine, your hips bucking up needily.

“Use your words baby, can’t hear you between all those little noises you’re making.” He says, smirking down at you, teasing you.

“K-kuna please I need you inside me.” You moan out, your hands finding its way to your clit, still covered by your skimpy little panties. But he grabs your wrist before you can lay a finger on it. “Tsk. Try again princess, on your hands and knees.”

You whine impatiently, annoyed and desperately needing to feel him inside you, so you quickly sit up, your back facing him and you arch your back against his hands, holding your hips in place so you can’t move.

You feel his fingers slowly trace the outline of your perfect little ass, making quick work of ripping off those panties. “You want me princess? Hm?” He purrs in your ear, tangling his hands in your hair, pulling your head back.

“Y-yes.” You moan out, earning a low groan from him.

“Fuck princess- makin this damn hard to control myself.” He says before slamming into you in one harsh thrust, letting you accommodate to his size, stretching your tight little pussy out. Your sweet little cry of pleasure is enough to drive him crazy and he pounds into you over and over, his tip hitting your cervix again and again.

“Ngh- ah! K-kuna!” You moan out, the pain from earlier quickly replaced with pure ecstasy and pleasure.

His pace picks up even more, making you see stars, “f-fuck princess, so tight and needy. Didn’t know you’d be a little slut huh?” He pulls your hair back again, his hips still slamming into yours at the same brutal pace, making the car move.

You feel yourself tighten around him, nearing you orgasm, “S-S’kuna fuck! S’close!” You cry out, almost screaming his name.

“Did I say you could cum yet slut? No? Didn’t fuckin think so.” He growls low in your ear, pounding into you deeper and deeper, making it significantly harder for you to not cum around him.

Tears of pure pleasure roll down your cute little face, begging him to let you come.

“You wanna cum princess? Yeah? Scream my name for me will ya?” He groans, feeling his own orgasm coming soon.

And oh fuck- you screamed his name so loud the whole neighborhood probably heard it. And that’s makes him so fucking turned on. They way your back arches and your eyes roll back makes him fuck you even harder. How that’s possible? You don’t know, but god it feels so fucking good.

“F-fuck!” Sukuna lets out a low moan when he comes inside you, his thick, hot cum making a mess of your thighs and cute little pussy.

Your pants fill the car, catching your breath.

“How about we pick this back up at home princess?” He smirks down at you, admiring your fucked out, dazed expression.

“Fuck yeah.” You say, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He’s definitely getting head on the way home.

I DUNNO WHAT TO WRITE- HELP?!

Okay stick with me but-

Roommate Sukuna!? Stoner AU 😭

Who walks in on you rolling a joint- making you jump in surprise. But he helps you out with it, and a little playfully banter here and there. You joke about recalling a time you hit a joint from between your friends boobs, and you jokingly ask if you guys should try it out.

“Don’t tempt me roomie.” He chuckles low, his gaze daring you to put the joint between your cleavage, already turning him on with the cute little lace tank top you decided to put on today. You take him up on his dare, teasing him, slowly slipping the joint between your boobs.

His hands find their way to your waist, lightly pulling you closer, and his other hand trails up to your side, teasing you. His head dips down a bit, his hands holding you in place as he takes a hit of the joint nestled between your breasts.

“What’s running through that pretty little head of yours sweetheart?” He whispers low in your ear, exhaling the smoke from his lungs, the marijuana heightening both of your senses, his eyes hazy from the weed, and something else. “S’kuna…” you hold back a gasp, a slight flush on your cheeks.

“Tell me what you want baby. Use your words.”

Currently thinking about Sukuna having you in the meanest mating press known to man.

The way he has your body practically folded like a pretzel, knees touching your tits, and his strong hands holding them in place. Moans and whimpers escape your lips, how long has he had you in this position? How many times have you cum already? How many times has he cum? Zero.

“Kun! P-please S’too much!” Eyes rolling back in pleasure, he keeps hitting that sweet spot deep inside you over and over. And over. “You can take it slut.” Sukunas words turn you on even more, making you cum around him again, fat tears of ecstasy rolling down your flushed cheeks.

“Aw look at the little brat now, begging for my cock, now she can’t form a coherent sentence, hm?” His mean words make you cry out, “K-kuna!” His hips meet yours over and over, filling up completely with his massive cock.

Your incoherent babbling falls on deaf ears as he keeps fucking you at a brutal pace, showing no signs of stopping, “fuck you’re so tight- could fuck you every day and night-“ Sukuna lets out a low guttural moan when he comes inside you, his cock twitching and spurting his hot, thick ropes of cum inside you.

“Mine.” He say low in your ear, his chest heaving up and down from the intensity of his orgasm, still coming down from your own. “Yours.” You repeat his words, a contrast to the way he fucked you senseless not even a minute ago.