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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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The Race: Masterlist
A/N: If jjk and the fast and the furious had a baby...it be this. It's an ugly baby, but it's my baby. I don't know how to summarize this series except for saying street racer sukuna had me in a chokehold. And Sukuna doesn't go anywhere without my black fem oc, Bunny. Pray for me
Status: On-going | Taglist: Open
Overall Rating: R | Minors DNI
3 hours before The Race
2 hours before The Race
30 minutes before The Race
The Race: Start!
The Race: Lap One
The Race: Lap Two
The Race: Lap Three
Winner's Circle
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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The Race: Lap 2 (preview)
“If you’re not here to clear your debt, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, Gojo. Technically you’re not even ‘sposed to be allowed within 20 meters of our doors.”
Both individuals refused to break eye contact, waiting for the other to chicken out and avert their gaze. Bunny had to fight off her signature sinister grin, the one she displays in the backstreets while riding shotgun in a barely street-legal car. No, she had to save that smile for the right time in place, the local public library barely surviving and on its last two legs hardly fit the criteria.
She gave him what Shoko called her ‘librarian smile.’ Kind and sickeningly sweet, giving the impression that she had all the time in the world to help a patron in need.
Gojo conceded after a few seconds of being on the receiving end of that smile. Her brown eyes glinted with victory.
“What if I did come to pay off my debt, hm? I can stay?” Bunny said nothing but went to work on her computer, lazily tapping the tablet on the patron side of the counter, prompting the man to move and look at the information displayed.
Gojo, Satoru
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Reblogging bc I like this piece and I'm about to post part two
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?”
Next
The Race: Lap Two

Pairing: Sukuna x Bunny (black fem OC)
Rating: Mature | Minors leave me alone
Warning: Cursing, houseless character, light smut that I couldn’t follow through on, OOC Sukuna (don’t say anything I need comfort), my brand of humor, barely edited
Series Masterlist | Previously
“Well, if it isn’t little bunbun. Why are you here? Got fired for being a bad role model to the youth?” Gojo shifted his weight to rest his elbows on the counter. The harsh fluorescent lighting all government-funded buildings had washed out his complexion, yet he still managed to look nothing short of ethereal to Bunny.
She tsk’d, a habit of her boyfriend that she unfortunately picked up. How she managed to quietly slam the book in her possession closed would be a mystery to Gojo.
“If you’re not here to clear your debt, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, Gojo. Technically you’re not even ‘sposed to be allowed within 20 meters of our doors.”
Both individuals refused to break eye contact, waiting for the other to chicken out and avert their gaze. Bunny had to fight off her signature sinister grin, the one she displays in the backstreets while riding shotgun in a barely street-legal car. No, she had to save that smile for the right time and place. The local public library barely surviving and on its last two legs hardly fit the criteria.
She gave him what Shoko called her ‘librarian smile.’ Kind and sickeningly sweet, giving the impression that she had all the time in the world to help a patron in need.
Gojo conceded after a few seconds of being on the receiving end of that smile. Her brown eyes glinted with victory.
“What if I did come to pay off my debt, hm? I can stay?” Bunny said nothing but went to work on her computer, lazily tapping the tablet on the patron side of the counter, prompting the man to move and look at the information displayed.
Gojo, Satoru
Amount Paid: $3.86
Amount Due: $834.98
Will you be paying: Cash, Credit/Debit Card, or Check?
“Fuck me, Bunbun! This is insane! What type of operation are you running?” Gojo groaned into his hands, ignoring the harsh glares aimed his way for his loud voice. Long nails tapped rhythmically against the keyboard, before clutching the side of the monitor and swinging it around to show more of his account.
“You have a bad habit of renting movies and never returning them. You rented ‘Return of the Mask’ and ‘Belly’ five years ago. Should I ask why those two movies were rented at the same time?”
Her taunts only drew more groans from his throat. Quickly slapping his face, Gojo reaches into his pocket, grumbling about unsuccessful hookups and drunken mistakes. The slam of his plastic card made no impact on Bunny. As quickly as he presented it, the librarian ran it through the system, clearing his debt.
“You know, now that you’re clear we can take down your mugshot on the bulletin board. Wanna take it home?”
The wide grin was all the answer she needed.
***
“Bunny, we need to restock our hygiene packs tonight. Glen said we’re down to five and it's only getting hotter out there.”
“I’ll get on it after I take my break.” She replied, busy logging books back into the system. After Gojo left, the library returned to its usual hushed business. Citizens came and went through the automatic door, focused on their own tasks.
Filling out job applications, playing computer games, writing an essay, meeting up for study sessions, and inquiring about citizenship classes, the library serves as a vital organ in the community. Its value is what made Bunny want to work there in the first place. All her tasks served a purpose for the greater good.
That’s what she had to tell herself to not lose her mind and go ballistic on the inconsiderate patrons and lazy coworkers.
Those hygiene packs were a task given to Glen, who passed it to Asano, who decided to drop it in Bunny’s lap before leaving for the day. Granted, at this location, Bunny didn’t have the authority or sway to go against an order.
Still, Bunny gritted her teeth and got to it like she said she would. The supply room had a table and old worn-out chair that could have been from the 70s, providing a workstation to build the packs. They were nothing lavish. A few water bottles, dental care, deodorant, a towel, new socks, and other necessities to ease the constant dingy feeling of being unhoused and exposed to the elements and the city’s unpleasant side.
She got into a grove after the first two packs were done, head bopping to city pop that fought the static out of the old radio in the corner to be audible. Every few packs, her neck would tilt to the side to lightly stretch the stiff muscles there. When she reached for the last pair of socks, her stomach grumbled. The few snacks she stole from the vending machine were not enough to tie her over until dinner.
Would Sukuna make his rendition of her grandmother’s red beans and rice tonight?
Thoughts now focused on food and related topics, she unchecked the box next to ‘socks’ on the supply list on their worn board. Hands full with the large bin they used to transport the packs outside, Bunny made her way outdoors.
In his earlier years, Glen had old lockers from a high school repurposed to look presentable along the inside of the exterior wall. They stood under the protruding concrete covering, shielded from harh weather conditions, visible from the central help desk inside where someone could keep an eye out. Opposite of the lockers was a poster from the early 70s, faded but still legible, inviting everyone inside to access resources everyone needed in the modern age.
For the last few hours of her shift, Bunny led story time in the children’s section, several coming from the school she worked at which led to many tears of joy and anger directed at her by children who were not happy to see her absent that day. Ending the story time with a nice group hug and a promise to return to her rightful post had her back in their good graces.
From there, she remained stationed at the help desk, offering book suggestions and recommendations to classes the library offered to the colorful clientel. The short hand on the clock had begun nearing 5, signaling the end of her time here. Making her rounds, Bunny waved her goodbye to the others as she walked to the back to retrieve her purse.
Stepping outside the automatic doors, the sight infront of her made her pause to confirm the person digging a pack out of the outdoor lockers was who she thought it was.
“Yuji?”
***
Dropping her bag on the table, Bunny released a loud sigh. Her shoulders ached after hours of shelving new and returned books all day. The local library had a much larger stock than the one at the schoolhouse, with more genres outside of children and young adult. It had been her first challenging shift in a long time, not including the last hour.
The smell of garlic invaded her nose, making the muscles flex as the button of her nose scrunched up. There was no reason for something out of season to smell so pungent.
“Come here and taste this broth, I’m not sure if I added enough paste.” There, with one hand tucked into the tie of his apron with the other clutching the ladle above the pot, stood her boyfriend, hard at work trying to feed them. The sight warmed her heart.
The onions brought tears to her eyes.
The surprise she had in store for Sukuna sent shivers down her spine.
“Suki…” He grunted and twisted at his waist to look back. Before she could open her mouth to continue, the hot ladle was at her lips waiting for entry. The tip of her pink tongue dipped in the liquid, coating her tastebuds with flavor.
“Good. Could use some lemon or citrus for some tang.” Sukuna eyed her with thought, taking her suggestion as he slurped the remaining broth, smacking his mouth to extract any hidden flavor.
“No. That’ll mess up the balance. This is why we can’t cook together.”
“We can’t cook together because you like to hog the front right burner.”
“It’s the best one.”
“It’s the biggest one and is supposed to be used for big pots, not frying a single egg.” Bunny grimaced as her shoulder tinged in pain, the already tired nerves becoming more agitated as she danced around her surprise. Just like a bandaid, Bunny coached herself. “ Suki-”
“Agree to disagree. Why are you wincing? Got into another fight with that old hag?”
“Fortunately no. She learned her lesson the last time.” Or maybe not like a bandaid at all, maybe like removing shrapnel from a wound. Nice and slow, and gently to not lacerate any nearby blood vessels.
“Good. I know you want to be a lady of leisure but right now we still need your income. Unless you wanna end up on the streets like that brat.” Or maybe not like a bandaid or like shrapnel. Instead, just like a rug being ripped from under her orthopedic loafers.
“Come on Yuji, he knows.” At her beckon, the pink-haired kid slid into the kitchen, back against the nearest wall. His arm was in a dingy cast and he looked weary. “How’d you know?”
An exasperated sigh came from the stove, followed by a slurp, hum, and finally, the click of the burner being switched from high to medium.
“My sweet stupid Bunny, did you already forget that we installed cameras last month? Set the table. And you, brat. Sit down and get ready to tell us everything.”
As she followed his demand, Bunny fell even more in love with her boyfriend.
****
Sukuna, Yuji decided after smelling the first decent meal he’s been given in three months, was not as bad as everyone on the scene said he was. Sure he had a temper and really didn't care for the community of street racing like most did - like Yuji did after losing his grandfather- but it didn’t make him a horrible person. In a way, Sukuna was on the other side of the same coin as Nanami. They both were serious about their chosen illegal interest but also had a life outside of it. Nanami with his day job, and Sukuna with-
“Fucking Martha decided she wanted to flirt with Geshin instead of completing her tasks. So guess who had to cover her thirsty ass instead of making the itinerary for the career workshop that’s happening in a week?”
“You?”
“Me. I wanted to cuss the bitch out for pulling that shit but I’m scared she might have a degradation kink or something. Y’know last employee evaluation I swear to god that hoe had stars in her eyes when Boss yelled at her about her performance.” Bunny ranted as her hands set the table, paying no mind to the opening notes of pork being cooked.
“Geshin… that's the guy who just had a baby, right?”
“Yep, and that’s his fifth baby this year. Man needs to get locked up at this point. He’s trying to become the next Genghis Khan. I don’t know why Martha would want his ass when she was just at his last baby shower. Eating that dry-ass cake like Betty Crocker made it.”
“Damn, that’s crazy.” At his commentary, she cut her eyes to look at the back of his head.
“What did you do today?” The roar of the pork being seared and fat popping against the heat of the pan set the ambiance in their kitchen.
“Nothing. Worked on my jobs, bought some shit online, got a call from the old man for the next race.”
“Oh yeah? When and where?”
“Next Weekend. It's a collab with some other organizers in the outskirts. The track is legit.” Calloused hands worked swiftly to cut the pork into manageable pieces while Bunny opened the kitchen window to air out the smoky atmosphere building up. Sukuna scoffed at the action, he thought Bunny was overdramatic for opening the window every time he cooked using fire.
He had a house, a business, someone to come home and compare days to, Yuji watched. It was a shock to him and anyone on the scene if they found out, except Gojo he assumed. Gojo poked and prodded at Sukuna like an old zookeeper who’s been tending to the same wild animal for decades.
“Next week?” Bunny pouted, the table was finally set with everything but the protein. She sat next to Yuji, still facing her significant other as they rambled on. Briefly, Yuji wondered if he took the older man’s seat, but made no move to relocate when Bunny began pouring water for three cups and opening a bottle of wine to pour into two glasses.
“I know, you have that convention.” For the first time all night, Sukuna looked at the kid at his dinner table. He looked hungry and noticeably thinner than the last time he was seen before that race. His arm had been set in a cast that took on a reddish-earthy brown. Their hair had the same disheveled look, but for two different reasons.
Briefly, the two males shared a thought.
Are we related, they thought to each other, with Bunny none the wiser as she placed portions on their plates.
“Thanks for the food.”
Yuji had not finished closing his mouth around the first bite before the older man probed him.
“Alright brat, start talking.”
Shifting the hot pork to the side of his mouth, Yuji spoke. “Got pulled out the car and an ambulance took me to the hospital. The doctors said it was a miracle I survived without any serious injuries. The only thing I really injured was my wallet.”
“They say we’re all one emergency from being homeless,” Sukuna muttered. Yuji took a stab at another piece of greasy steaming pork. Bunny quietly placed more food on the kid’s plate.
“They were right. I don’t have a dollar to my name. My car got compounded. No family. This is the first meal I’ve had this week.”
“Oh Yuji…” At her sorrowed tone, Sukuna’s lip pulled in one direction. Good thing they never threw out her old futon.
***
“What a day,” followed by a long yawn was how Bunny started her night routine. Stepping into the shower to wash away the past eighteen hours, she let out another loud yawn to emphasize her energy levels to Sukuna who stood at the vanity, completing his skincare routine.
No funny business tonight.
“I bet. On top of your job, now you want to become a mother.”
“Not a mother. A helping hand, that’s all. A fun auntie at most. Yuji is only 16, too young to be on the streets.” the shower door slid down its track, wide enough to allow another body to slip in behind her. Rough hands sheltered her shoulders from the water, radiating heat through the layers of melanin-rich skin.
“You and your bleeding heart. I can’t even begin to understand how you end up in these situations. He better not steal shit out of my office.” Sukuna talked, hands massaging along the muscles of her neck. Bunny sighed in relief, her lazy bun hitting the top of his pectorals as she relaxed.
“He’s a good kid. On the train, he basically sat between me and everyone else like a guard dog.” Her body wash added the mellow scent of cucumber melon to the humid air. As her sudsy cloth scrubbed her skin, her ass nudged the lazy weight of Sukuna’s dick.
“Oh, so thats what this is? You wanna take in a stray, huh? Thats it. Is this about the cat from last week? I know you were sad when it went back to its owner but you-”
A sharp about face interrupted his ribbing. Sukuna suddenly found it hard to concentrate with a steaming soapy woman clouding his retinas. Fuck Martha and Geishin and every single person at the stupid library for tiring his girlfriend out with their bullshit. She probably wouldn’t even take a simple cockwarming session with her energy so low.
“C’mon, Kuna. Be serious. Tell me you would have left him on the street looking like that?”
“I could have.” A glare had Sukuna retract his statement. Lifting a hand from her frame to wipe the droplets from his face, he ceded. “I get it. Fine, lets take the kid in for a bit, until he’s back on his feet.”
A downpour of water thudded at their feet as Bunny wrong out her cloth. Adding his soap, unscented for sensitive skin, she began working a lather on his abs. “He can help you in the shop.”
“Mmm, no. Sorry Bunny. This is your stray, your responsibility. Ask ‘im if he ever finished school. Get him a GED or some shit.”
“Like trade school.”
“Fuck, go ahead and adopt the kid.” The couple fell quiet after that. Sukana placed a few kisses on her temple when they took turns standing underwater to rinse. His hands slid down her skin and rested for a beat on the sides of her asscheeks. This was intimacy. Pulling her cheeks apart to let the water wash any trapped soap was the most intimate shit he’s ever down.
A ding from the towel warmer signaled the end of their shower. Before she could reach to turn the water off, Sukuna had pressed her against his body, their flesh conforming to each other. His dick twitched awake as he inhaled her scent. Cucumber melon, warmth, and smell that was purely her. He couldn't help but land a few kisses and nips along her neck as the water continued to spray.
The water bill would definitely be in the triple digits this month, much to Bunny’s chagrin.
“Y’so tense, Bunny. I think you need a massage.” He huffed into her ear, finally ready to turn off the water. The sudden cold goaded her into pressing herself tighter against her significant other, seeking more external warmth.
“Mm, that sounds nice.”
“C’mon pet, lets get you dry, huh?” Together, they exited the shower, steam spilling at their feet. Bunny detached from him and lazily bounced over the warm towels, wrapping one around herself and bringing the other to Sukuna to wrap around his hips.
“Go lay on the bed, pet. I’ll get the body oil.”
***
“Oh fuck, Kuna. Thank you, baby!” She moaned into the cotton sheets, her breath caught on the last syllable and making her high-pitched at the end. Sukuna’s hands were strong from his day job, and all the strength was being used on her, working knots and stagnant energy out her muscles. He had her belly down, with his thick thighs trapping her torso under his straddle. His fingers dug into the flesh of her upper back, bullying the blood up towards her neck and down her arms.
“Welcome baby. I gotta take care of you since you insist on taking care of that brat. You were already tired before. You gotta stop that bleeding heart of yours.” Sukuna let his drool drip freely on her oiled back, making the trip every few minutes to collect the saliva and massage it into her pores.
His dick was no better, beading at the tip and collecting in the small of her back. Bunny could feel it. He knew she could feel. She knew he knew she could feel it. Though her libido was rising to the occasion, her body yearned for rest. True rest. But she was too tired to dissuade Sukuna. Hell, as long as she didn’t have to ride she wouldn’t protest all that much.
His hands moved from her upper back back to her hips and the swell of her ass. Her skin gleaned under the big light. Under his touch, the oil, saliva, and cum mixed to create a new concoction.
“Oh fuck, bunny. I know you feel me.” He groaned as he bucked his hips, his dick sliding along the crack of her ass.
“I do but- I’m so tired, Kunabear.” the shake of her hips contradicted her words. Soft lips planted scorching kisses on her tattooed shoulder and warm hands moved from her ass to slide under her hips. “And, Yuji might hear us.”
“So just spread those pretty legs, toot that ass up for me, and bite down on a pillow so the kid doesn’t hear his savior getting fucked.” His fingers ran up her slit, collecting the escaped slick to rub against her clit. “Shit,” his hips bucked again, mindlessly rutting his dick against her oiled flesh. “Always wet for me, no matter what your mouth says, that pussy will always listen to me.”
“I-ah, fuck me. Here, damn.” Her hip rose as she arched her back perfectly. With more space to move, Sukuna trailed to her opening, keeping his thumb on her aching nub. A whine escaped her throat. He fingered her frantically, barely prepping her hole to take his heavy cock. “Gimma a kiss at least”
“How about ten?”
***
Bunny stared at the fresh coffee dripping down into the pot. Her body was enveloped in the robe Gojo got her from his last trip overseas. It was nice and fluffy and the cause of Sukuna’s hairy eyeball from across the room. It took everything in her to not laugh at him angrily stabbing his breakfast quiche.
“Don’t give me that look.” She scoffed. Her boyfriend rolled his eyes, too tired to start shit with a sleep deprived Bunny.
“Just make me a cup too. Gotta finish a couple projects today so I need to head out in a few. You going anywhere today?”
“No. I’ll be doing laundry and picking up after your mess.”
“That’s you hair in the drain baby. Don’t put that shit on me.” As they went back and forth, the stairs creaked under the weight of a body coming downstairs.
“Morning. Coffee?” Bunny offered him before yuji stepped foot into the kitchen. His eyes pingponged between the two adults before nodding, giving a grunted hello as he sat down at the same chair as last night.
Bunny busied herself with pouring three mugs, concocting hers and Sukuna with their usual cream and sugars. At the sight of Yuji’s eyebags, her hands reached out for the pot again to pour a little more into his mug.
She dispersed the mugs, keeping hers in one hand and digging the other in Sukuna’s wild hair. Wordlessly, he offered her a piece of his quiche.
“Sleep okay? I know the futon is old and seen better days?” She asked her ward. Yuji gave a brief shake of his head. He barely let the coffee cool before tilting half of the liquid down his throat.
“Futon’s fine. You guys were loud.”
Sukuna had to place his mug back on the table to avoid spilling it at the brat’s words. Red eyes attempted to meet his girlfriend’s but she had her head turned down to avoid any contact.
Yuji wanted to apologize for his comment, which was actually an understatement. From Yuji’s perspective last night, he’s surprised Bunny was fully functional today.
He could see why Gojo talked so much perverted shit about the woman. Megumi let it slip once that Gojo had a chance to get with the sassy librarian but Sukuna swooped in at the last second.
“Close your ears next time.” Bunny choked out, swooping down to take another piece of the quiche before leaving the kitchen, fluffy robe flouncing in the air.
The two males sat in silence, the sound of Sukuna scrapping the last of his breakfast up filling the void.
“Sorry.”
“I don’t give a rat's ass if you hear.” Sukuna replied, collecting his dishes and sipping the last of his coffee. “We do fuck loud and often. So if that’s a problem you should probably leave now.”
Yuji grimaced. He and Sukuna both knew putting up with a little noise was infinitely better than sleeping outside again.
“Bunny, I’m out!” Sukuna yelled, his rough voice reverberating through the room to wherever his girlfriend ran too. His keys were in his pocket and he was almost out the door before she responded.
“Take ‘im with you!” The men looked at each other again. Sukuna scanned the kid up and down, eyeing Yuji’s build and hands before grunting.
“You ever worked on cars?”
“Yeah. I can do the basics.” Yuji offered, hurriedly stuffing his feet into his shoes by the door.
“Yeah, well you’ll be doing filter changes and refilling wiper fluid. Let’s go.”