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cologne song • ryomen sukuna
“I know it ain’t Dior, I know it ain’t Baccarat, I know it ain’t Versace but whatever it is, you got me..”
💌: ryomen sukuna was a man and name you’d never forget. And it wasn’t just his looks that had your attention.
themes: fluff, foot locker manager!sukuna, executive, black fem reader, neck/back kissing, lip biting, slow burn-ish, voice kink (if you squint), I just cannot stop thinking about this man and or this song. So enjoy both of my hyper-fixations. 🫶🏾
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it had been some months since you’d settled into life at your new workplace..moving to this new area after accepting the role of general manager for the district. Overseeing several different stores but after your encounter with the manager of store 408, there was no question of where you wanted your home base to be…
“Miss? Everything alright?”
that voice sending flutters and tingles throughout your stomach. Never had a man made you swoon the way ryomen sukuna had. Ironically enough, the two of you didn’t exactly see eye to eye when you first arrived but all that changed after your tensions came to a head one night in his office. After that, your bond grew a bit stronger..both work and personal wise. Where you dreaded coming each day, dealing with his silly antics. You now welcomed being greeted with a ‘good morning, miss’ or ‘gorgeous’ when you worked together. Feeling somewhat sad when you were whisked away to another location. Even then, the two of you were exchanging sweet texts and meeting up after hours to quell your burning desires from the day. But it wasn’t just his smooth charm or looks that had you swooning over the handsome manager. In fact, you adored him for many reasons but the most attractive thing about him, oddly enough was his scent. The scent that lingered with you literally and figuratively, long after the day was done. When the two of you were standing only inches apart in the parking lot when he walked you to your car..face nuzzled in his neck and the smell would waft through your nostrils. His large, inked up arms cradling you close with a large palm cupping your ass. It was fresh on your mind, embedded in your memory even when you made it home.
most men bathed themselves in Axe or Old Spice..dousing themselves in the pungent fragrance that made you quite uncomfortable. Others wore Dior or Versace but only with the hopes of the pheromones inside luring women in. But not one ever possessed the essence and sensual appeal that Mr. Sukuna did. You wouldn’t even entertain the thought of someone else. Often times, he’d walk by you in the store as you took notes, flashing you that sweet smirk and watching you freeze up. He knew the effect he had on you..so you’d just have to ask.
“What’s that cologne you have on?”
“Why? You like it, miss?”
that deep, raspy register sending you swooning. He knew the effect he had over you and used it to his advantage. Whether it was rainy nights when he brought you to his place and the two of you were laid up after amazing lovemaking..his fingers intertwined with your own or lying flat on your tummy as he laces your spine with soft pecks. Every trace of him resides on your senses..he was the textbook definition of not judging a book by its cover because had you never given him a chance, you would’ve never known what it meant to truly love someone..so even now, as you two remain cuddled up in his office..tattooed arms wrapped around your body.
“C’mon miss, I gotta get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” Chuckling at the face that you were so needy when you presented such an independent front around others…
“I know but..just a little bit longer?..please?”
he knew that he’d always have you hooked on him, no matter what.
Seven Minutes
Ryomen Sukuna x Black!afab!reader
Note: my first time posting smut😭 it’s not that great but read at your own risk!!
“Alright, it’s your turn.” All the eyes in the room turn to you as you sit there awkwardly, the empty glass bottle practically forced into your hand.
You place it in the middle of the circle, making it spin.
You sit there, half in anticipation and half in fear, as the bottle begins to slow down, about to land on one of your upperclassmen, Satoru Gojo, until a tattooed arm comes into your line of vision, stopping it in front of him instead.
It was Sukuna, probably the most intimidating upperclassmen of all, from his tattoos to his dark demeanor. You silently curse his younger brother, Yuji, for inviting you to this damn party in the first place.
Satoru glares at him, yet still doesn’t argue as the two of you stand. Satoru practically pushes you two down the hallway, more like you, since Sukuna was way heavier than you, and into the closet. “Seven minutes!” He yells from behind the closed door. You sit on the floor, under what you can assume is coats.
“Why did you stop it?” You ask.
He shrugs. “I’m better than that white-haired fool. I don’t trust him either.”
You bring your knees to your chest. “Oh.”
He continues to stand, towering over you from your spot sitting down. Despite his looks, he’s actually not that tall.
“Don’t stay all shriveled up like that. You look like a scared child.”
You change your position, still seated.
“Stand up.” You immediately shot up, almost tangling yourself in the coats.
“Much better.” He steps closer to you, inspecting your face.
“What’s with the tattoos?” You ask.
He fakes a pout. “What, you don’t like them?”
“N-no I never said that, I just—”
“I get what you mean, princess. I got them because they’re badass. And because people kept mistaking me for my baby brother.”
“I can see that.” It was somewhat believable, since they both had the same upward sticking pink and brown hair, and an almost similar muscular build.
He smirks. “So..you like them?”
You nod.
“I prefer verbal validation.”
“O-oh, um, yeah..I do.”
He moves closer to you. “Good. You wanna touch them?” He held up one of his muscular arms, covered with thick black stripes.
Carefully, you traced your finger over one of them.
“Nice, right?” He asked.
“Yeah..”
“Five minutes!” Satoru yelled from the other side of the closet door. Sukuna rolled his eyes.
“Ignore that idiot.”
You finally took your hands off his tattoo, letting them drop to your sides.
“So…what now?” You asked.
He stepped closer. “Have you never played this game before?” He tilted his head.
“No…”
With one finger, he tilted your chin up to look at him. “I guess I should show you then, hm?”
You nodded. “Yes..” Without an extra word, he leaned in and kissed you; roughly.
He moved his hand to the back of your head, holding you in place.
He moved his other hand to under the buttons of your cardigan, his hand sliding under to palm your left breast. “Nothing under, huh? That seems unlike you.” He teased.
He unbuttoned the rest of your cardigan, letting it drop to the floor. Your entire torso was exposed. He pulled away from the kiss.
“What else should I do then, huh? Tell me what you want.”
“Iwantyoutotouchme.” You rushed out.
“Hm?”
“I want you to touch me.”
“Ask and you shall receive.” He moved his hand lower, to your skirt, and pulled it down with one swift motion. The only thing standing in his way now was your underwear, but he’d get to that later. “So you were hiding all this?” He moved closer, his body practically pressing against yours. He placed another kiss to your lips before kneeling down, face to face with your pelvis.
“These need to come off too.” He slid off your underwear, letting them drop to your feet.
“Lie down, for me?” He let you go and you complied, your head just under those same coats.
He took off his shirt, revealing more tattoos.
“Already so wet for me..”
He put two fingers inside you, making you let out a moan.
“Three minutes!”
“Shut the fuck up!” He snapped.
“Well okay then.” Satoru responded, sounding kinda grouchy.
He chuckled, moving his fingers faster inside you. “You like that?”
You nodded vigorously, covering your face with your hands.
He used his right hand to pry your hands off your face. “You know I want to see your pretty face.” Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of you, making you groan at the sudden emptiness.
“Why’d you stop?” You whined.
“We don’t have a lot of time.” He got on his knees, unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to his knees. You could tell that he was big by the curve in his boxers.
He pulled his boxers down next, revealing more stripes on his thighs.
“Your tattoo artist sure got a big payout, huh?”
He gave a sarcastic chuckle, before pushing himself inside you.
“Shit!” You cursed, your hands immediately going to cover your face but he grabbed your hands, holding both of your wrists with one hand above your head.
He thrust into you faster. “Look at me.”
He used his other hand to hold your jaw in place.
“One minute!”
Sukuna took that as an alleyway to go faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the closet, and most likely the hallway.
He gave about three more thrusts before spilling himself inside of you.
Both of you panted as he laid on top of you, catching his breath before getting dressed again.
“Hopefully you learned.” He said, wiping off his forehead with the back of his hand.
The doorknob of the closet turned, and Sukuna immediately went to hold the doorknob to keep the door closed. “Get dressed.” He mouthed.
You stood up and got dressed again, digging in your purse that you forgot you brought with you for some perfume.
You exited the closet, knowing Sukuna was probably still getting dressed.
“I heard the whole thing.” Satoru smirked.
You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck.
“Don’t stress about it. Now hurry up and go back.” He winked at you as you rushed down the hall.”
Chef Sukuna (ex Gangster/Yakuza)
-Sukuna started working at a ramen restaurant at just 15 years old, intending it to be a summer job. However, he ended up staying there for an additional 2 years because he enjoyed it.
-He'd swear up and down he wasn't into cooking or being called a chef, but Sukuna actually enjoyed it, contrary to his assertions.
-At the age of 17, Sukuna got involved with a bad crowd, leading him to quit his job at the ramen shop, drop out of high school, and become a member of the Yakuza.
-Sukuna quickly rose through the ranks of the Yakuza, becoming the leader of the largest criminal group in underground Tokyo by the time he was 20, earning a spot on the most wanted list.
-Even though he hadn't whipped up a meal in ages, Sukuna couldn't shake the craving for it. So, when he wasn't busy roughing people up, he'd throw together a dish or two for himself.
-Sukuna began getting tattoos at a young age, leading people to believe he was a member of the Yakuza even when he was working at the ramen shop, which deterred anyone from messing with him.
-Sukuna was always intimidating, he had this knack for keeping peace at the ramen shop. If things got rowdy, he'd take it outside, literally, to the dark alley.
-Sukuna's parents had divorced, and he lived with his overworked father. Their relationship was distant until Sukuna dropped out of high school, resulting in a big fight that led to Sukuna being kicked out.
-As a Yakuza leader, Sukuna was highly feared and respected for his tattoos and unmatched physical strength, standing at 6'6" and weighing 200 pounds of pure muscle.
-Despite drawing attention from both men and women, Sukuna remained uninterested and reserved, saving himself for a fictional "one woman."
-In boring Yakuza meetings, Sukuna would entertain himself by writing menus and ingredient lists for dishes.
-Sukuna had a sweet grandmother who he visited once a year, owning an old ramen shop and cooking for him during his visits. She was the only family member who loved him unconditionally.
-Sukuna taught his men to be respectful and care for the people in their territory, showing no mercy even to his own men if they mistreated women and children.
-Sukuna was both respected and feared by his men; his mere look was enough to instill fear, with rumors circulating that he had killed five men with his bare hands.
-Sukuna and his men were arrested one fateful day, with his men taking most of the sentencing, sparing him from a life in jail.
-His mugshot? Let's just say it broke the internet due to his striking appearance, with many people advocating for his release based on his looks. Who knew a pink-haired, tattooed tough guy could look so… photogenic?
-Three years in the slammer turned into five, thanks to Sukuna's habit of picking fights. Almost killed a guy once, just 'cause he annoyed him.
-Sukuna was ashamed when his grandmother visited him in jail, as he had never told her about his criminal activities.
-Upon his grandmother's urging, Sukuna promised to ditch the thug life and join her at the ramen shop in Kyoto. He kept his promise, leading to a quick release from jail.
-Sukuna made his grandmother retire and took over the restaurant, making significant changes and hiring new staff who were willing to reform.
-Renaming himself Ryomen, Sukuna's shop in Kyoto gained many customers attracted by his appearance but stayed for the addictive food he served.
-Sukuna's heart was as big as his biceps( he would kill himself before admitting that). He gave former inmates and overlooked individuals job opportunities, expanding his business to other major cities.
-Despite numerous offers, Sukuna declined interviews from TV programs and YouTubers, fearing exposure and maintaining a low profile due to lingering enemies.
-After three years of release from prison, Sukuna, now 29, had settled into a stable life, happily living with his grandma. However, Grandma's incessant nagging about marriage was starting to wear on him.
-Just as Sukuna was about to close up his shop at midnight, you and your friend arrived, seeking a late-night snack. Despite being exhausted from a busy night of serving, Sukuna couldn't refuse the opportunity to feed hungry customers.
-You arrived in Japan a year ago for vacation but decided to stay, drawn in by your love for the country and your studies. On the night of your encounter with Sukuna, you and your best friend were out for a walk when the craving for some good ramen hit. Luckily, Sukuna's shop was open, so you both stepped in with empty stomachs.
-The moment Sukuna laid eyes on you, he knew you were something special. He couldn't tear his gaze away, not even to save his burning meat from turning into charcoal on the grill. His staff had a good laugh at his expense However, he quickly silenced their laughter, determined to make a good impression.
-Even your friend couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Sukuna's flustered state. And you? Well, you were completely oblivious to the silent exchange happening around you.
-After finishing your meal (which you had already planned on ordering every day), you prepared to leave. But your friend stopped in front of you and whispered for you to turn around. As you did, you saw Sukuna, towering over you with a shy blush peeking through his tattoos.
-Despite the language barrier, Sukuna and you managed to communicate, and it became clear that Sukuna wanted your number. You felt shy but flattered, realizing that he was exactly your type.
-Swiftly exchanging numbers on his phone (you noticed the tattoos on his palm!), you made your way back to your friend.
-Both of you were nervous and love-struck, but it was evident to everyone that this was the beginning of a cute and wholesome love story. Despite the language and cultural barriers, love found a way to blossom between you and Sukuna.
Warden!Sukuna x Inmate!Reader
Warnings: suicide mentioned (wasnt done), degrading, throat fucking, face slapping, and spitting (ONCE)
wc: 773
Notes: probs pt 1
Lets start off with the basics
You were in jail for something petty…almost
Petty being attempted murder
It didn’t matter, you acted out of self defense but everything was just against you that day
The jury was split and jail was bestowed upon you by some scrawny man who didn’t like how you glared at the man you almost killed…pussy
Jail was hell. It was smelly and 100% not your cup of tea
Fights every other hour, one pair of underwear, less than 10 minutes in a shower, it was everything you didn’t want or need in life
The only thing keeping you going was the warden
Suicide was an option during your first 2 weeks but the wardens visit is what deterred you away from any thoughts
He was tall, had pink hair, gorgeous tattoos, and just mouth watering to put it plain and simple
Basically almost every females wet dream
“Alright ladies you know what time it is,” His booming voice echoed through the cell block
This happened every 2 weeks, the warden checking your cell
Sukuna’s power in general was feared
The amount of power he radiated was overwhelming to say the least
You always found yourself with problems
Girls starting fights with you, hiding contraband in your room the whole 9 yards
You weren’t top in your cell block, however, you could very well easily take that spot
This time you were in the clear (or so you thought) you luckily haven't had a cellmate in a few months
“Congratulations y/n, nothing this time,” Sukuna whispered in your ear. He smirked at your face and rubbed something in his pocket
Your heart instantly dropped to your ass
thanking whatever god that was above. he found something but wasn’t holding you accountable…yet
He finished his search and left, a few girls were taken to solitary confinement
Soon enough you did find yourself in a fight, not swinging first aided you for once and you both were instantly brought to Sukuna’s office
“Couldn’t even wait for me to be settled in could you two?”
Your eyes were set on the floor, the girl next to you already allowing her mouth to run
Sukuna ordered her out immediately, sending her to solitary confinement
You however remained silent completely missing the questions and directions you were given
“I said, who the fuck put a shiv in your fuckin’ room?”
You were stunned but kept quiet
The world had always been against you, and the deep timbre of his voice and the small bit of anger laced in it made your thighs clench shamefully
“You never learn do you”
Next thing you know you’re in solitary confinement, on your knees with your mouth wide open to accommodate Sukunas thick and lengthy cock
Your eyes were glassy and tears were streaming down your face while you let the warden abuse your tight throat
His thrusts were sharp, not allowing any air to come through your mouth or nose for that matter
“Fuck your throat’s the best,” he rasped. “Thats fuckin’ right suck my fuckin cock you slut.”
He pulled you back and grinned devilishly down at you. You followed his cock eager to have it abusing your throat once more only to hear him laugh and slap your face
“You’re a filthy cock drunk whore aren’t you,” Sukuna asked. You whined and opened your mouth.
“Please sir, use me, fuck…please,” you cried.
He wasted no time with picking you up and forcing your head over the edge of the bed, giving him leverage to see his cock bulge deep in your throat
He couldnt resist putting his hand on your throat and stroking it opposite of his thrusts making him groan out, “Fuck, yes. God fuckin’ damn, take my nut you nasty slut.” he hunched forward and jackhammered into your throat, his hand tight on your neck while his balls were slapping your nose giving you the delicious lightheaded feeling
Feeling his cock go deeper in your throat made his head spin, you gagged at the perfect time, practically ripping his orgasm from him, “fuckin’ take it. Good. Fucking. Girl.” he accentuated his final spurts of delicious cum with rough thrusts
He pulled himself out and grinned at the mess of saliva across your face
“Open.” you obeyed and opened your mouth, earning a glob of spit on which you swallowed “good girl.” with a slap to your cheek he tucked his cock into his work pants
“Bad girls get reprimanded, if i have to I’ll put you in here time and time again until you act straight, you got that?”
You nodded your head with a dumb smile and watched as he retreated from the room, a small pep in his step.
lol
part 2
Could you make more docs of warden sukuna?
warden!sukuna
Pt. 1 || Pt. 2
notes: of course i can! like just the thought of him is just so😍😍
mdni, 18+
Warnings: violence, piv, creampie, breeding (i’m a slut for breeding😍), he edges you a bit lol, rough sex, degrading, some praise, sukuna has a big cock tht almost touches your cervix, uhh idk if i missed anything
wc: 893
three weeks went by and sukuna didn’t visit you not once. to say you were angry was an understatement.
you felt like punching and kicking people just for even looking at you wrong.
day in and day out you were faced with the same bitches testing you and no sight of sukuna.
of course on a day where you felt as if your breaking point was peaking the woman would start a higher brawl.
you were livid and weren’t gonna risk it at all, keeping yourself away from the mayhem was a great decision but boy oh fucking boy were you itching to fight someone with all your pent up anger and frustration.
and you couldn’t hold out and went in.
the leader of the pod was sitting back watching everyone fight and cheering them on.
you took it upon yourself to do her in.
she was a bitch and was not gonna try and act like she could take you down.
hell.
fucking.
no.
punching kicking and screaming was the only thing echoing throughout the cell block.
you could hear sirens going off around you but didn’t care.
you were here to show that you were top bitch and nobody could rock you from your spot.
and showing them was exactly what you did.
all the fighting had ceased when there were loud footsteps. Girls upon girls were trying to pull you away from her to no avail.
until you got yanked away from her battered body shouting and kicking the person who pulled you away.
you were forced on a table and put in handcuffs, no matter what you were still screaming profanities towards the now unconscious bitch.
you smirked at everyone while you got dragged out alone.
“what the fuck is wrong with you inmate?”
You stared at Sukuna with a blank expression.
He smirked at you and grabbed you by the throat.
“Did i not teach you a lesson before about being a bad girl?”
“Nope, I got noting out of that lesson, maybe I need a better one?”
He smiled an evil smile and bit your lip, “Maybe this time I’ll have to be more strict.”
and more strict he was, your hands were still cuffed behind your back as you were taking the meanest backshots of your life and another orgasm was coursing through your veins.
loud sounds of skin slapping were echoing through the wardens office. his cock hitting your deepest parts.
“you’re being such a good slut for me” sukuna cooed. you felt like you were on cloud nine with how rough he was.
he was showing no mercy with you bent over his desk and hitting that deep.
“please, sukuna, fuck…i’m cumming” you cried.
he slowed his thrusts down as you began to clench tighter and tighter around him. you cried out in protest and tried to fuck yourself onto him to no avail.
“good girl that’s it,” he slapped your ass hard causing you to jerk forward and to moan “keep fuckin’ me to cum.”
one hand was holding onto your cuffs as he began to meet your little thrusts, you felt his hands fiddle with the cuffs before he took them off and tossed them aside. he met your thrusts with much rougher thrusts, throwing your rhythm off. “yes please daddy i wanna cum,” you moaned.
sukuna laughed and pulled you up by your hair and putting his hand on your neck adding a small bit of pressure.
“spread your ass for me baby,” sukuna moaned, you followed his request and felt him go just that much deeper. almost touching you cervix.
“you gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”
his other hand reached down and rubbed fast circles of your clit. and with an airy gasp you came.
hard.
your whole body shook as you came for the final time that night. your vision was splotchy and your head was in the clouds.
“fuck baby, i’m gonna cum.” you clenched so tight around sukuna he followed with you, cumming deep inside you with a loud groan. he rubbed your clit through both your orgasms and stopped as he began to grow sensitive in your warm, pulsing cunt.
he pulled out and waited to see if any of his cum would come out. to his delight only a tiny bit did, and he scooped it up and pushed it back in you.
sukuna pulled his pants up with a sigh and slapped your ass. he walked to the bathroom connected to his office and returned a few seconds later.
“alright, you’ll be in solitary for the rest of the week,” he grumbled. “keep that pussy just the way it is and i can pull some strings” you nodded (although a bit confused).
he began to clean you up with a wet cloth and helped you re-dress yourself.
when exiting his office you were escorted to solitary confinement with a limp in your step. “i’ll be checking on you everyday to make sure you’re in line,” sukuna said sternly. he walked up to you and whispered in your ear, “stay ready for me. i don’t like to wait.”
with that he exited the room and slammed the door shut. you sat on the stuff bed in the corner and sighed in relief about being off your feet.
well…maybe solitary is worth it if the dick is that good🤷🏽♀️
likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated :)
ryomen sukuna doesn’t like the idea of love, but when he makes eye contact with you during a crowded party, he swears you’re the one.
ryomen sukuna doesn’t like the idea of love, but when you agree to going out with him and you hit it off the first night, a warm feeling appears in his heart everytime you cross his mind.
ryomen sukuna doesn’t like the idea of love, but spends his money on flowers and expensive jewelry only for you.
ryomen sukuna doesn’t like the idea of love but loves when you sleep with him in his bed, your side of the bed is only your side.
ryomen sukuna doesn’t like the idea of love, but doesn’t sleep with anyone else besides you.
ryomen sukuna doesn’t like the idea of love, but the passenger seat in his car only has essentials that basically scream you.
ryomen sukuna doesn’t like the idea of love, but has you on his lap most of the time when he is doing work. his excuse is that you always give him warmth, and he loves how comfortable you become.
ryomen sukuna doesn’t like the idea of love, but takes you out to the best restaurants in the city.
ryomen sukuna doesn’t like the idea of love, but labels you as his girl whenever someone addresses you wrongly around him.
ryomen sukuna doesn’t like the idea of love, but asks you to be his girlfriend and his other half.
ryomen sukuna who didn’t like the idea of love, but after he has met you he is head over heels for you.
ryomen sukuna who didn’t like the idea of love, but tells you he loves you for the first time. ryomen sukuna who also embraces you in a warm, loving hug when you confess you love him aswell.
ryomen sukuna who didn’t like the idea of love, but looks at you like you’re the most beautiful woman on the earth.
ryomen sukuna who didn’t like the idea of love, but cradles your face as if he was holding the whole universe in his hands.
ryomen sukuna who doesn’t mind the idea of love, only because he gets to wake up every morning with you, and your caring presence.
ryomen sukuna who doesn’t mind the idea of love, and holds your hand wherever you go. his thumb always rubs against the outside of your hand, calming you down.
ryomen sukuna who doesn’t mind the idea of love, and gives you slow, long, tongue kisses that has him pouring all his love into you.
ryomen sukuna who doesn’t mind the idea of love and always tells you “i love you” before he leaves for work, and always makes sure to give you a kiss on your forehead, nose, cheeks, and forehead.
ryomen sukuna who doesn’t mind the idea of love, and gets many tattoos that resemble you. your name on his bicep, your nickname behind his ear, the date you got together on his neck, and a tattoo of your lips on his chest.
ryomen sukuna who doesn’t mind the idea of love, and always manages to make special love with you. sometimes rough, but mostly soft and intimate.
ryomen sukuna who loves the idea of love, getting you a ring just so your last name could now be sukuna.
ryomen sukuna who loves the idea of love, and also almost cries during your wedding day. his eyes glued onto your figure in white, thinking how lucky he was ending up with someone as beautiful as you.
ryomen sukuna who used to hate the idea of love, but when he ends up building a new life with you he ends up loving you all over.
ryomen sukuna who used to hate the idea of love, but now on only loves you.
Jujutsu Kaisen masterlist
may I ask for sukuna with a reader who can give a crazy good bj (even considering he has a big ahh dick) and him just being shocked because noone has ever made him feel like this??? (I think I need to go reconnect w nature after requesting this ngl)
SLOPPY TOPPY W/ SUKUNA
warnings: smut, mentions of fluids (cum, spit, etc), reader sucking sukuna DOWN, throat fucking, face fucking, big! dick sukuna, mean! sukuna,
a/n: sorry i’ve been inactive for a while .. i had finals and i had to study so fucking hard. but who cares i’m back and ready to start writing again so ig this was a lil warm up. enjoy :)
“fuck— you said you’d be done this time ..” the older male groans above you, his dark eyes stay trained on where his cock slides in through those pretty lips of yours. he can’t help but glance at your face every now and then, it’s not his fault you look so beautiful when you’re on your knees for him.
you’d been at for a total of 30 minutes, sucking him down to prove just how sorry you were for letting itadori surprise you with a kiss.
it hadn’t even been your fault, you’d been caught off guard when he kissed you that one night you guys had been having a movie marathon. itadori had suggested that he knew great movies from watching them throughout his training.
“goddd .. you’re such a good slut. showing my cock so much love.” his hands pull at your cheeks, forcing his cock deeper through your tiny mouth in an attempt to see you choke.
and it works.
your eyes water as sukuna’s cock fills your throat entirely, he keeps pushing and pushing his hips until your brain goes numb. the feeling is better than you ever expected .. and you force yourself to take him even more .. suprising the king of curses as he’s hit with the biggest wave of pleasure he’s ever felt.
“oh— oh fuck .. y/n. you’re so good, so fuckin’ good at sucking my cock.” his dirty words have you practically wetting your panties as you pull off of his dick to breathe in.
your face is sloppy, spit smeared and messy .. but sukuna thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful than you do now.
“hey, i didn’t say to fucking stop. get the fuck over here.” before you’ve even taken more than three breaths sukuna is bringing you back on his cock, sighing in pleasure when he feels you suck at the head of his cock.
you flick your warm tongue all over him, getting his cock impossibly wet with your saliva. it’s messy and has your eyes fluttering shut as sukuna continues to groan above you .. absolutely fucking in love with the way you suck his cock.
“god— i’m cumming .. i’m gonna fucking cum, y/n. stop!” at the last minute he pulls you off of his cock, leaving you confused and dazed as you miss the heavy girth of his dick down your throat. you’re about to whimper for more before he cuts you off.
“take your shirt off and show me your tits.” he growls, pawing at your shirt to rip it down to expose your pretty tirs to the air. sukuna’s face scrunches up as he strokes his cock, face angry and determine as he cums with a small groan all over your tits, leaving the messy and smeared with his cum.
“slutty bitch. now get on your hands and knees, and dot even think about rubbing it off. i want it to stay there.” he warns you, eyes absolutely elated as he watches you submissively get into his favorite position.
so so good😍
prison bf sukuna??????🤭🤭🤭🥴🥴🥴🥴 any thoughts omg???
PRISON BF! SUKUNA X READER
a/n: i liked this prompt idea ... y’all be having such good ideas bro.
minors and ageless blogs dni. 18+ only
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who gets arrested for almost beating a man to death for slapping your ass at work. the scene is messy and brutal, making even the crime scene workers uneasy as they stare at the bloody scene in front of them.
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who is given 12-14 at first and then 5-10 due to having a couple friends in the system. he’s still pissed however, knowing that you’ll be absolutely broke to be without him for so long.
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who breaks the news to you in the living room. the conversation escalated into an argument and before you know it you’re letting sukuna in between your thighs as he eats your cunt for what may be the last time in years. and god does he make up for it, tongue sucking at your clit as his fingers tease in and of your wet folds. he doesn’t stop until you’re out of breath, legs trembling as your cunt leaks it’s pretty juice onto the sheets of the bed.
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who goes to jail a couple weeks after that. he’s not really worried about the environment, since most people now know of his brutality and he’s grown quite a reputation. but what breaks him the most is when you come visit him, staring at him from across the other side of the glass as your eyes well up with tears at the sight of him in a orange jumpsuit. it absolutely breaks you and he’ll do his best to try to comfort you, warm words trying to ease your pain through the phone.
“don’t cry angel .. fuck, i hate seeing you cry. please sweet girl.”
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who beats up another guy for commenting on your figure. he hears the disgusting comment spoken as he’s on his way to the library. sukuna isn’t sure what it is, but he just snapped and saw red. he beats the man so badly he’s placed in isolation for two weeks straight.
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who spends every waking and sleeping moment thinking of you while he’s behind bars. he thinks of your pretty eyes, your soft lips, your warm body .. and misses you more than he’s ever missed anyone in his life. as he stares up at the ceiling of his cell he wonders where you are, what you’re doing and how you feel. he falls asleep that night with a heavy heart.
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who is released only a year into his sentence thanks to the help of a lawyer named jogo, whom had the case appealed and sukuna freed on the grounds of “self defense.”
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who’s lips turn up into a smirk as he watches you run towards him, tears falling from your pretty eyes as he catches you. you smell good, better than he remembers as you curl into his chest. you two walk to the car hand in hand, and you’re not even halfway down the road before sukuna is asking you to stop the car.
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who can’t help himself and fucks you right in the backseat of your car. he bites down on your neck as he mercilessly plunges his dick in and out of your walls. you grip at the leather sheets, abdomen clenching as you cum for the first time but not the last for that night.
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who fucks you again when you get home. you’re barely through the door before he’s pushing your against the wall, hands gripping at your breasts as he feels you whine for him. he preps you with one finger first, enjoying the way you’ve seemed to her even tighter after only a couple months. he adds another finger to the mix, before pushing a thumb into your little asshole. the stimulation makes you go dumb and you squirt all over his fingers. before you’re even recuperated from that orgasm sukuna’s pushing the thick, heavy girth of his cock through your tight walls. you resist him at first, hissing as you feel him stretch your pussy out. but the pain is elating. it’s a reminder than he loves you and cares for you. that night sukuna makes you cum six times before you’re done and tired out, physically unable to move.
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who wakes you up that next morning with breakfast in bed and another orgasm. he lays his head between your thighs, licking away at your sloppy pussy as you try to focus on the food he’s told you to eat. you force yourself to eat a strawberry, almost choking on the fruit when sukuna pushes a digit into your pussy. you cum twice that morning with a full stomach.
PRISON BF! SUKUNA who begins to grow more possessive over you. it’s not his fault .. he’d been in an environment where any and everything could be taken from him. he wants to know where you are, who you’re with and what you’re doing at all time. you’re required to keep your location on for him now and don’t even think about going somewhere without telling him .. because he will hunt you the fuck down.
listen..listen. I know I said no more JJK but I literally cannot stop thinking about store manager!sukuna 😩
morning sex, black fem!reader, mirror play, backshots, calls reader love and miss, modern au ofc, lil bit of tummy bulging + squirting, he calls women females unironically (he’s from Houston okay JSJSJSJEHJ)
📝: as always, this was supposed to be shorter but I cannot do a proper ‘drabble’ to save my life. I’m sorry!
you had always made it your mission to never be caught dead with Sukuna after hours. Once the lights to the Foot Locker location you were stationed at shut off and the doors locked, that was as far as your business went…at least that’s what you told everyone. Yet here you were at seven in the morning, shuffling around his bedroom, trying to gather your belongings.
“I don’t see the rush, love. The store doesn’t open for another three hours..we have time.” “Yeah, that’s nice, Ryo. I gotta get up out of here..can’t believe you kept me here all night.”
a statement to which he could only cackle in response. Sitting up against the headboard in nothing more than a pair of sleeping shorts and that goofy grin on his face, the suave mannered playboy with his stocky build and plethora of tattoos would merely shield his face in an attempt to feign from laughing at you..honestly, it wasn’t to poke fun or anything like that. He just found it rather amusing that you were frantic over a decision that you made willingly. After all, it was you clinging on to him after dinner and saying how he could have you for dessert instead..unable to quell your true urges now that work had concluded. Naturally, he was fine with that because after watching you strut about in your skin tight dress and heels, he was losing his mind. “And where are you going?” By this time, you were in the bathroom, standing before a large, illuminated mirror as you heard footsteps out of earshot. Suddenly, you’d glance up to see that six foot five frame towering over you. That’s when you’d feel those veiny hands coil around your exposed torso. (Y/N) was only dressed in a cropped tank top that you had worn underneath your ensemble from the previous day and naturally, no bra..which left those plump breasts somewhat exposed and the nipples poking through..
“I already told you..I gotta get out of here..” you were obviously flustered but not because you actually wanted to leave but because you were hoping this would happen..that he’d give you a reason to stay a bit longer. “Like I said…” curling those digits around your throat, he’d gently pull you back towards him and into a searing kiss. Your tongues and lips smacking as they clashed against one another. “What’s the rush?…” by that time, he knew he had worn you down because he could feel your body relax within his grasp. This man knew you like the back of his hand. You played as if you were so stoic and about your business. But what you needed the most was to be taken care of and needless to say, he was happy to fill that void. “C’mon, miss. You knew what it was when you came home with me…let’s go for round two..” l In a matter of moments, your gazes met and those dark eyes locked in on your own. Even upon freshly waking up, he smelled divine and looked so damn sexy! It was the exact reason you couldn’t be here in this capacity with him. But yet again, you found yourself captured in his essence; falling into his trap and you’d let him take over. You’d allow him to scale his hands up and down your frame as those lips were now ravaging your neck; licking and suckling at your throat and leaving subtle marks in his wake…with your exposed ass grinding gently against his pelvis. It was blatantly obvious that you had no plans to leave as you stated!
“I’ll ask again…are you sure you wanna leave?” A very confident and assured Ryomen rhetorically questioned after seeing you writhe around. Something he’d only make worse when he decided to shove two of his fingers into the seat of those soaked panties. Which caused you to emit a gasp. Those surprisingly soft finger pads circulating your clit. It didn’t take long for him to get his answer when you began squirming and rutting yourself against him..causing immense friction and arousal. You’d whimper and mumble but that wouldn’t suffice in his book! “Words, baby..use your words. C’mon..” that deep, buttery smooth voice chuckling and rattling off in your ear yet again. He knew exactly what he was doing and you’d fall for it each time..
“Unt uh…want you.” “That’s what I was waiting to hear..lift that fucking leg.”
baring his teeth like a ravenous animal, he’d plant a heavy smack against your plump asscheek..with that, he’d prop your leg on the counter and burrowed himself behind you…by now, he’d casually slid the waistband of his shorts down, revealing that stiffened cock that had grown erect from hearing your gentle whimpers. From seeing how needy you were.. “…ooh fuck..” mumbling the words whilst sucking his teeth as he tugged that thin panty string to the side and revealed that plump pussy and the glistening juices surrounding the center. There was no way you were leaving until he got every drop of that on his shaft! “..need that pussy right now..gotta have this shit..” He couldn’t even be vexed to waste time teasing you. And instead, he’d grasp at your waste and tug you back onto his cock. The initial sensation and sound that you both made once he was inside of you caught the two of you off guard. You’d both curse under your breath and (y/n)’s eyes would even roll back. Normally, his thrusts were a bit slower paced..wanting to take his sweet time while he was in it but as you had already gotten him riled up, that much more rambunctious side was coming forth. Clapping flesh and wet smacking filled the once silent bathroom as you became one. He’d find himself mesmerized by the ripple of your round cheeks bouncing against him as he gripped the small of your back for leverage.
“Mmmph…Ryo…too much..” crying and whimpering as the thickness of that girthy cock stretched you out. With the pace of those strokes, you were already beginning to from a frothy sheath around him and obviously, he craved more of it! “What’s wrong, love? You said you wanted me, right?…” prompting you to nod as he clutched your throat and sped up once more. “Y-yess…fuck.” “Then take this dick then. Make a mess on my shit, baby. You know how I like it.”
Cackling maniacally as he bottomed out inside of that swollen cunt, pounding you senseless until you could barely keep your head straight, only mustering strength to clutch the sink. He was drilling your shit with little mercy and wasn’t letting up until he accrued the mess he desired. You could feel the bump in the pit of your stomach and you swore you were going to tap out right there. But alas, Ryomen had other plans! Hoisting your head up, he’d snatch your tank top down to expose those breasts and force you stare in the mirror at his work. “The best part about fucking you like this…is knowing how jealous you get me. How you make that lil’ face when you see me talking to other females…shit’s so cute. You’d go crazy if I gave this dick to somebody else..” Gliding that tongue across your lips whilst whispering in your ear..still aggressively pounding you in the process. Which you couldn’t deny! You’d put on this hyper independent facade but you were rather infatuated with him and would become so upset if he even so much as entertained another girl. However, they were all tactics to get his true goal.
“But you don’t have to worry about that..this is all you, baby…”
tapping into his final speed, he’d keep you reigned in and feed you deep strokes until he could feel you clamping down. It was no question as to whether you were close but he was going to get you there because he knew your body better than you did sometimes. “Go ‘head. Squirt for me, love..” smirking whilst slapping your cheek again. You’d look surprised but again, he could sense that pressure building up and knew what was going to follow. “I know what you need, let go..it’s fine.” And you didn’t disappoint! Your bare feet curled up on the cold tile as those juices spilled from between your thighs. “Oh God! Shit..” falling apart in a matter of seconds. Watching you writhe was all the satisfaction he needed to know he could reach his own peak. Pinning you down by the shoulders, Ryo held you in place as he announced his own climax and eventually splattered your back with his cum. That warm, white substance contrasting with your dark skin..such a beautiful sight!
“Damn, baby…swear you always know how to get me right. Come here..”
The two of you began engaging in a barrage of sloppy kisses and smiling against one another’s lips. “..love you..” “..love you too, Ryo.” Now, the day could officially begin! And you both felt as if you could accomplish anything.
“Now let’s get ready for work. Come shower with me.”
“Unt uh..wait your ass in that bed. We’ll never get there on time if we do that.”
30 Minutes Before the Race:
Rated T for sexual talk, threats of violence.
Series Masterlist | Previously
“How about this, Sukuna. If I win I get to have one night with your girl?”
“HUH? What the fuck did you just say-“
“Sure.” Bunny’s mischievous grin caught her boyfriend by surprise. Before he could demand an answer for why she would agree to the bet, she cupped his chin and patted his cheek. “Are you or are you not Ryomen Sukuna?”
He nodded dumbly. Bunny leaned in to nibble on his ear and peck his skin. Her boyfriend was quick to move his hand south to paw at her ass in those jean shorts she loved so much that left out the underside of her asscheeks. Bunny licked the shell of his ear and felt him lean on his car for support.
“All you gotta do is win.” Plush lips stole his breath for a deep kiss. Bunny knew they were disgusting, spectators shouting obscenities and whistling at them. The hand resting over his shoulder gave the crowd the universal 'fuck off' sign. She pulled back and smiled at her work. Lipstick smushed onto his skin. “And I’ll see you at the winner’s circle.”
Sukuna stared at her for a beat, then gave her his signature feral smile. “All I gotta do is win? You’re in so much trouble when I get there, Bunny.”
“Not if I get there first. Right, Bunbun?” Gojo called out, interrupting the couple. Sukuna looked away from his girl, irritation as obvious as the tattoos on his face.
“After I win, I’ll kill you for suggesting this bet. Then I’ll fuck my girl over your corpse.”
“Sure, sure. Remind me who won last time, again?”
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50 Followers Celebration
To celebrate this milestone for my trash blog, I will be posting an x reader fic featuring none other than the love of my life, Ryomen Sukuna. I'm aiming to post it before I take a break for exams.
Let's Play Pretend
Fighting my Sukuna brain rot while studying for exams. 0/10 would not recommend. Is this a teaser? A snippet. Idfk. Let's just enjoy the now.
“-didn’t look that bad. Maybe I’ll take a stroll over there and see for myself. Never had a girl that shy before-”
“Sukuna stop!”
“Now I’m curious. Get up brat. Let’s go see. I want to know what she plans to do with that fake cock she bought.”
“Don’t bring that up-”
“You think she can take something that big? Her cunt must be greedy. I can help her-”
“Drop it-”
“She won’t need any toys with me. I’ll fuck her good.”
“Please-”
“Brat, why are you fighting this? You want her, she’s hungry for cock. Don’t pretend that you haven’t noticed how sexy she was before.”
“...I didn’t.”
“Bullshit. I’m in your head remember? You were staring at her ass at that shopping village.”
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.”
JJK Boys with a black gf
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento and Ryomen Sukuna x !femblackreader (separate)
Genre: Mostly fluff, angst (Gojo and Sukuna), deffo crack, (everyone is +18)
Warnings: Laguage,toxic relationships, slightly suggestive, slight mentions of violence, age gaps, drinking(everyone is +18)
Wc: 2K+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)
a/n this slowly left headcanon territory and slowly become drabbles I couldn't stop myself 😔 (I blame Toji's one)
Gojo Satoru
ª Chaotic (that’s it)
ª Well, its canon that Gojo is a hoe so he will be a hoe in this one (hehe😙)
ª You guys started out as fwb because you need a stress reliever but don’t have time for a committed relationship
ª However, you broke it off after a couple months because you were beginning to feel more than friendly feelings towards Gojo (eck)
ª But Gojo is possessive, so he kept bothering you until you told him (it was an eventful night)
ª A week passed since your ‘confession’ then Gojo reached out to you and said he would like to try with you
ª It was great for a couple of weeks until you found out he was still sleeping with other girls (angst train coming through)
ª Let’s just say for about 6 months you were in a cycle of breaking up and getting back together due to Gojo’s infidelity but also your feelings for him
ª However, with the end of the year approaching you made the year’s resolution of forever breaking it off with Gojo
ª 3 months into the new year Gojo once again comes back to you realising you were the best thing that ever happened to him
ª Like he was begging for a chance and even broke down he finally promised to leave his side chicks and be celibate (man’s fully committed)
ª You still didn’t give in but after a week Nanami gave you call (Gojo begged him) to say to give Gojo a chance even if you guys are just friends
ª After a couple days of pondering, you decided to start a friendship with him only
ª After months you officially started dating but you still had some trust issues
ª He knew about this, so he gave you his socials and more
ª Even though you guys started off in the wrong foot, he really tries to make it up to you
ª He loves spoiling you soo much and literally buys anything for you (I mean he is rich rich)
ª His students love you sooo much especially his little tutoring group (Megumi, Itadori etc)
ª He adores and when I say adore, I mean he lowkey fetishes it 😐 so he is always playing it because of how soft it is
ª Your parents hated him and your older brother nearly fought him but after a year they tolerated him however big bro don’t (he legit just waiting for a chance to fuck him up)
Itadori Yuuji
ª You, him, Nobara and Megumi are besties
ª All 4 of you went out and when Nobara was drunk she accidentally spilled the beans (oops)
ª Yuuji was so red he literally stormed out without a single word however you were so pissed of your mind that you didn’t notice what was said
ª Fast forward next morning you wake up with an aching head a dozen messages and phone calls from itadori saying sorry and just being cute and saying why he lies you and that you don’t have to like him back (ughhh my heart)
ª So, you called him over at the end of the say and you both sat down had a mature conversation where you confessed as well then you started dating yayy
ª Not much changed in your dynamic other than then the constant cuddling and kissing
ª Poor Megumi and Kugisaki were always 3rd wheeling
ª When you are doing your hair what he does is legit sit down and just watch you in adoring way not creepily and asks questions (like a puppy)
ª Loves calling you at random times to just look at you or to show things that you would like
ª You have a snapchat streak which is a long as your relationship
ª He wants to spoil but he is broke (broke college student tings)
ª However, this doesn’t stop him from paying for your meals together and buying your favourite snacks
ª Since he has no living relatives your family essentially adopted him so when they found out you were dating, they were confused cuz they already thought that was the case (lol)
Megumi Fushiguro
ª You two were childhood besties because your dads were bestfriends
ª However, when you were 10 your dad passed away, so you moved away to your aunts thus losing contact
ª Now in your second year of college you meet again in a coffee shop
ª He works and notices you were a regular (but doesn’t remember you)
ª So, he makes his move and you guys’ start being friends and taking more often until he asks you out
ª You didn’t remember each other until you met his dad a month after you were official and Toji told you
ª It was an emotional day, but you laughed about how oblivious you both are
ª Megumi is an attentive boyfriend so he notices changes he might not be onto big gestures, but he shows his love through the little things
ª He notices when you ran out of necessary products and snacks and happily buys them or reminds you
ª This man has a 6th sense when it comes to that time of the month because he is prepared to the emotional roller-coaster for the next week
ª He always says or send goodnight/good morning texts even if you are asleep, busy or anything
ª Megumi similar to his father is slightly possessive so he bought you a necklace with his initials and matching bracelets, so everyone knew you were his
ª Since he knows your routine by heart when it wash day, he tends to just come over for presence though he doesn’t bother you so you can get your hair done in peace
ª Though he will never tell you he has a skincare routine, and silk sheets just for you for when you sleepover
ª He also learned how to cook your favourite for your 6 months anniversary
ª He might not do overly open things, but he still loves you
Fushiguro Toji
ª WELL since Canon Toji a DILF then in this headcanon he will be
ª There is a slight age gap between you and Toji you are 22-year-old broke college student babysitting 7-year-old Megumi (Toji being 27)
ª Both Fushiguro males absolutely love you (love 🍫 women 😭)
ª They are heartbroken when you quit your job since you finished college and don’t need the extra cash
ª However, Toji doesn’t want to let you go and since his company specialises in, he offers you an internship
ª You are so excited when he offers it you accidentally hug him (you kept apologising but he said it was cool)
ª At your graduation both Toji and Megumi attended as well as your family and as a gift they gave you are really pretty and expensive (some serious sugar daddy vibes)
ª Anyways one night at a co-workers’ social gathering you got extremely drunk (lol) and Toji took you home (ya’ll see where I am going😉)
ª You accidentally let it spill that you had a fat crush on him and would really like to f*ck him
ª Next morning you wake up to a half-naked Toji and a tray of food (long story short your dream came true)
ª After a mini freak-out you ate your delicious meal and talked it out
ª At first your relationship was secret cuz you were testing the waters and he is your boss
ª After a month you guys told Megumi who was overjoyed but his little smartass was suspecting something
ª Toji just loves spoiling you so he will buy everything and anything
ª He completely adores your cooking so once a week you make dinner for the 3 of you and attempt to teach him
ª Doesn’t understand why you. Constantly change your hair (though you explained) but will happily pay any hair or nail appointments
ª Your parents love him because he is mature however still concerned because he is older than you
ª Loves calling you his Princess
ª He is quite rich, so he is in the media however he keeps you away from it
ª Due to your weekly sleepovers, he deadass has a closet for you and ofc all his sheets are already silk
ª He happily will drop anything to be with you
Nanami Kento
ª Also radiates DILF energy so a child he will get
ª You are his 8-year- old daughter 3rd grade teacher
ª He also teaches at an university with Gojo (it just stresses him out really)
ª You guys have only had brief conversations and it usually about his daughter however he still found you attractive
ª He only wanted to make a move once his daughter finished 3rd grade
ª Long story he grew impatient and asked you at the next teacher/parent meeting 😑
ª The date was lovely and now you are officially together
ª When his daughter found out she told all her classmates that ‘Miss L/N is her new mommy’ (everyone was jealous)
ª Nanami is a really doting boyfriend
ª One weekly activity is you guys marking work together in silence (he really likes your presence)
ª He is also very attentive so if he notices something you usually have is missing, he reminds you or buys it for you
ª In the weekends mostly Sundays (when he is free) he cooks for you at least once
ª He is very curious about your hair so when its wash day he goes there like it’s a learning experience 😭
ª Ice cream dates with his daughter are also very common
ª Your parents love him because he is a respectable young man
ª He respects your space and though he legits wants you near him a lot he still gives you space
Ryōmen Sukuna
a/n ngl I found it hard to NOT write Sukuna as a mafia man so instead wrote him as someone with Italian heritage for my peace of mind😁
ª He is Itadori’s older cousin by 3 years
ª You and Yuuji have been best friends since you were kids
ª You first met Sukuna when he moved from Italy, you were 12 and had a slight crush on him though he always saw you as a younger sister
ª He went to college once he was 18 so you moved on because you never saw him again
ª Now 5 years late you are going through college you guys meet again
ª He was the opening act on a concert for a small RnB band you love
ª You had backstage tickets which was when you saw him, but he didn’t see you however nearing the end he did
ª You guys then agreed to have a ‘friendly’ coffee date to catch up on the past
ª After many ‘friendly’ coffee dates you told him about your past crush on him, he was surprised but he still asked you out
ª Yuuji doesn’t know cuz you guys had a rule of no dating siblings (kissing booth vibes)
ª However, when he found out he was PISSED you guys didn’t end up speaking for like 2 weeks he got over it though cuz he missed his bestie
ª He can be quite possessive and demanding (due to his insecurities)
ª He also has major anger issues (needs to see a therapist)
ª Due his possessiveness and your flirty personality there is a lot of arguments and near breakups
ª However, he always apologises about it by getting you backstage passes
ª You are his muse (though he won’t admit it) however he a notebook full of songs about you or for you (making my heart melt)
ª He doesn’t express his feelings with words but instead in music or acts of service
ª He happily cooks for you and making sure you eat properly because you can’t cook proper meals (his Italian cuisine is the best)
ª He offers you massages even though his hands are calloused due to the guitar though he is really good
ª Occasionally sings to you when you are falling sleeping or something
ª He loves taking you on late night drives just to bask in your presence
ª You always watch his band practise, and he loves you for it
ª In public he isn’t very affectionate but in private he is
ª Likes watching you fall asleep (not in a weird way) and calling sweet Italian names like amore, bella, bambina etc
ª He fights those racists no cap
ª He loves your hair so doing wash day he asks to help when you shampoo your head
ª He bought a matching durag to your bonnet 😭
ª He is overall goey inside for you
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