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Omggg i saw the new episode of jjk and it gave me such a big idea i think you'd love. Imagine one day sukuna finds his wife that he married thousands of years ago and due to their marriage his wife was granted immortality. And just like she never cheated or kissed another man just waiting for her husband to return and when they reunite (even if he doesnt say it) he is over the moon and just wants to never leave his wifes side ever again. Just much fluff and romance ahhhh
OMG THIS. THIS IS SO CUTE
Sakuna x reader fluff
Sukuna scoffed to himself, the boy had finally allowed him to take control after all this time. Even in this deep underground it felt good to feel the air on his face and not through that brat. He continued forward. Thousands of year of stored power and he had been reduced to a fraction of it, despite the immense power he held he couldn't help but miss the time when he ruled over the landscape, unchallenged.
He had a partner even, the one human who he couldn't bring himself to kill, the one he realized he couldn't live without. You had married him, been granted immortality by his hand, and still he had lost you. His last memory before being split and exorcised, was you running to him, crying his name. He was happy that was his last memory.
Sukuna tore himself from his own thoughts, they so often drifted to you but right now he wanted to use the small amount of freedom he was granted.
He moved his hand foreword, fire erupting from his fist as he threw the heat forward, it crashed through a wall, tunneling through the train station. He heard peoples screams like music to his ears, he walked foreword through the rubble. People ran, screaming, away from him. Fire cast from all around him, bursting every human in his sight into flames, he hummed contently to himself.
"S-Sukuna?" A feeble voice trembled from beside him
He knew that voice, he knew that voice, he slowly turned, a truly befuddled expression on his face, his lip curled as he dare not get his hope up but...
There you were, you looked exactly as gorgeous as the last moment he saw you, nothing changed, your clothes were more modern of course but there was no mistaking it, you were here.
"I knew it was you!" you cried, tears streaming down your face. You threw yourself into his arms.
He was too stunned to speak, his arms unmoving, all he could he process was the blood running down your leg, he moved his arms to gently put you down,
"Sakuna-"
"Did I do this to you?" He asked, his hand moving down to your leg, activating he reverse curse technique to heal the gash. He just couldn't believe that he had hurt you, it had been 1000 years and the first thing he did was hurt you
"Oh my love don't worry about that now" you smiled gently, you had always forgiven him no matter what he did
You moved a hand to his face to gently tip his head to look at you.
"I thought you would have found someone else by now, had a family moved on, I mean I'm sure you have" his voice grumbled low in his throat
"I would never" you leaned your forehead against his "I haven't touched a single souls since I lost you, I-I knew you would come back just like you promised"
Sakuna remembered the promise he had made to you that dim moonlit night, on the engawa of the palace you shared, that he would never leave you, even if the world fell apart he would always find you.
"I've missed you" he whispered moving his lips to kiss yours, he moved back to take in your entire person
"Your as beautiful as the day I lost you" he breathed
You smiled sweetly
"What the hell is going on?!?-" the onlooker was silenced as his head burst into flames
You continued to smile as if it was nothing
He picked you up bridal style, "we'll go find the house we used to share" he smirked to you
"I'd like that" you giggle
'Hey what the hell is going on' the brat who's body he had been forced to posses voice rang out in his head
Sukuna slapped his face "just shut it would ya" he growled to himself
"What was that?" you questioned from his arms
"I have a lot to explain" he breathed out
haiiii iam in a request fever ughhh. Are you capable of doing a part 2 of the sukuna request i made some time ago? U can decide whatever u wanna put in it
Omg ofc! I'm finally free from my finals so dw!
Sakuna x reader fluff (p2)
Sukuna held you close to his chest as he exited the subway station through the convenient blast hole he had made earlier. He couldn't stop looking at you, how could he? When he had lost you so long ago he couldn't help but be captured by your eyes.
He didn't show it but on the inside he couldn't be more excited. You could finish the life you had begun together, some where quiet, where he could protect you and you could live out your days.
There was just one problem...and that was the idiot brat who's body he was stuck in.
"Love, is something wrong?" You asked bringing a hand to his cheek
He smiled down at you "no, it's just well- the whole reason I'm here is because I was brought back to life by inhabiting this stupid kids body"
"I was going to say you look a bit different" you chuckled, tracing you hands over the tattoos that adorned his face, "missing a couple arms"
"Yeah yeah" he grumbled "just don't know what I'll do with him"
"Why don't you just stay as you are, like don't let him have control" you asked
'Leave to you to say something so menacing with a smile' he thought to himself
"Yeah I could but his voice is still in my head. He's here for the long run just inside of me"
"What does he say?" You questioned
"Mostly just what the hell?! and who the hell is this?! and are you serious?!, shit like that"
"Let's not worry about that now then" you giggled "if he can't do anything let's just focus on what's next"
"Hmmm well we could return to where our old house was in Kyoto"
"Yeah but the world has changed a lot, sorcerers will be after you once they figure out you've left Shibuya"
"I won't let the bastards touch me" Sukuna scoffed "now that Gojo Satorou has been sealed no one can rival my strength"
"Well I could have told you that" you said bringing your head up to meet his lips in a gentle kiss
It had been centuries since you had shared a kiss with anyone, after you lost your love you didn't dare to touch another. You couldn't get over him and knew deep down that one day he would return to you.
Sukuna grabbed the back of your neck and deepened the kiss, he missed the way you lips fit perfectly against his.
"How will we get to Kyoto?" You asked, mouth moving against his lips
"I'll handle it" he murmured, kissing you once more as he stepped out of the veil and left the ruins of Shibuya behind him.
(I'm going to make a part 3 where they are back at their house and living happily ever after so stick aroundđ«¶đ«¶)
Part 1âŹïžâŹïž
Soft Sukuna x reader đ«¶

This is a part 3 the other parts are under my blog
Life had been good, perfect even. You had been living a life of comfort with the husband you had reunited with. You had found your house in Kyoto, still intact, it had been marked as a "heritage site" but that was all taken care of as soon as Sukuna had incinerated a couple worthless people. A barrier had been put up a he had even found a way to separate his consciousness from the kid whose body he was inhabiting, meaning they could live as separate entities. It was almost unreal how perfect your life had become. Just weeks ago you were working a dead end job, just struggling to get by, and now you were back in his arms.
....
A cool night breeze wafted against you face, the sleeves of your draping kimono rustled slightly as you shifted you placement on the engawa, and far away an owls coo broke the silence of the night.
"I thought you would have gone to sleep already" Sukuna's deep voice sounded from behind you
"You know I can't sleep without you" you grinned, turning around to look into his eyes
"Yea yea, but you know it takes me a while to check the grounds" you grumbled, taking a seat next to you
You gripped onto his strong arm and situated yourself right next to him.
"Doesn't this remind you of the day we fell in love" you sighed looking up at the moon
"Hm, when you fell in love with me, I had my eyes on you from the moment I saw you" he hummed
You snuggle closer to him "ok ok sure" you grinned remembering the day you had been in the exact position over 1000 years ago
He had brought you to his palace after finding you weakened in the woods and finding you to captivating to kill. You had gazed into his eyes just like this for weeks before he told you he would kill for you and stay with for as long as the both of you lived, granting you immortality with him.
"You alright" Your husband questioned
"Yeah of course, just lost in thought" you smiled
Without warning he grabbed your waist and threw you onto his lap, burring his face in your neck
"I won't ever get tired of this, just being with you" he sighed softly
"Good, because neither will I" you giggled
...
Soft Sukuna>>>>>
Haiii, I really want some Sukuna fic again >-< maybe this time in sukunas time and he has like a favourite person which is one of his workers. Maybe love it forbidden in that kind way but he has like the "Iam the King of Curses I do whatever" and maybe his favourite person adores poetry like sukuna is a fan of it and its smooth ways and his favourite person does so too? Btw good luck with ur exams and if u read this later how were they???
Omg yaaas, I love some good head cannonsđ«¶
Sukuna had his eyes in your from the moment he had hired you and several others to work for him
Sure everyone of his workers could serve him dinner, would he ever let anyone but you do it?
No
To add onto that he asks (forces) you to stay with him to make sure his food tastes as good as he expects it to (he just wants to eat with you)
When he finds out you like poetry it's over for him. He's so in love and he can't even hide it
He might be the king of curses but he enjoyed the arts as well
He first saw you liked poetry when he picked up a paper he saw you drop, only to see it was a poem about him of all people
He snuck a poem underneath you door, about you and just left you wondering who could have written it
Once you two get closer he will sit close to you and read poetry quietly and let you fall asleep
(If somebody walks in he will kill them)
At your secret wedding, your vows to each other were poems about one another whispered quietly in a dark room with the only light being the moon seeping in through the window <3
Sukuna x Fem Reader [Modern Era]
Summary: highschool au A/T: this was the relationship I wanted in highschool but I graduated this year single and still loser đ anyway if you have request send it here running out of ideas hoes âïžđ see ya
You met Sukuna in middle school, back in sixth grade. You two were seated alphabetically, and with your last names so close, it looked like you would be in every single class and break together.
Sukuna was hard to miss. He had a bad attitude from the start, glaring at anyone who dared look his way. You quickly noticed his penchant for trouble. He picked fights with other students, talked back to teachers, and generally seemed to carry a chip on his shoulder.
It was impossible to avoid Sukuna completely. In every class, there he was, either causing a commotion or silently fuming in the back. During breaks, he would find some corner to brood, and sometimes, you would catch him glaring at you as if you were responsible for his foul mood.
You noticed his glares and scoffs whenever he saw you in the hallway or when he saw you also skipping class. But he had never tried to bully or intimidate you, even though he had bullied the entire school at this point.
One day, in gym class, things escalated. Sukuna got into a shouting match with the coach, who had reprimanded him for not participating. Sukunaâs anger boiled over, and before anyone knew it, he had taken a swing at the coach. It took three teachers to pull him away, and he was suspended for a month.
The first time he tried anything with you was in 8th grade. You were in your usual class-skipping spot, having gone to the bleachers to watch your never-ending anime list. Sukuna showed up to skip as well. By this time, he had dyed his hair so many times and had started getting tattoos. He was getting taller and more imposing, growing into himself.
When he saw that he wouldnât be alone, he stayed quiet. He came and sat behind you, keeping a distance but still within earshot. You could feel his presence, an unspoken tension in the air. It was a strange, uneasy peace.
You continued watching your anime, trying to ignore him, but you could sense his eyes on you. After a few minutes, he finally spoke, his voice rough but not hostile. âYou watch this stuff a lot, donât you?â
You turned slightly to see him, not surprised that he had approached but somewhat relieved he wasnât being confrontational. âYeah, itâs a good distraction.â
He nodded, a trace of curiosity in his eyes. âWhatâs so great about it?â
You shrugged, not feeling particularly inclined to explain but sensing a rare opportunity for conversation. âItâs just interesting. Stories, characters, worlds you donât usually see. Plus, itâs a good way to pass the time.â
Sukuna shifted in his seat, clearly intrigued but trying to hide it. âHmph. I guess everyone needs their distractions.â
There was an awkward silence for a moment, and you glanced back at him, noticing how much he had changed. His tattoos, his height, and his demeanorâeverything spoke of someone who had seen and done a lot. You wondered what had led him to this point, but you kept your questions to yourself.
Instead, you decided to extend an olive branch, however small. âYou can sit closer if you want. I donât mind.â
Sukuna hesitated, then moved to sit beside you, still maintaining a certain distance but clearly more comfortable. He watched the screen with you, his usual scowl replaced with a more contemplative expression. It was the first time you had seen him like thisâless angry and more curious, if only for a moment.
After finishing watching five episodes, Sukuna abruptly got up and left. He didnât say a word or even thank you.Â
Sukuna was a confusing boy. He didnât treat you like everyone else, leaving you alone to your laziness. He noticed you, observing how you spent most of your time sleeping or not even being there. You werenât someone he could pick on, and he knew that. He saw too many things about you for no apparent reason.
He knew you had no friends, that you were barely in class and your attendance was poor, yet you always topped the class. You slept a lot and barely spoke. It does not hurt also that you were also effortlessly and tiredly pretty.
Over the years in middle school and high school, you two always had a lot of classes together and saw each other often. Sukuna started joining a really bad crowd at the start of high school. If you thought he was a troublemaker before, you hadnât seen anything yet. Sukuna had grown taller and bigger, and almost every girl at school wanted him or had already slept with him. He had changed his hair to pink, which looked to be permanent, and his tattoos now extended to his neck and face. There was nothing the teachers or even security could do.
Most of the time, he was suspended and not allowed at school, but if he was there, they were on high alert.
Then 11th grade happened. Rumors were that Sukuna got into a fight at a club, stabbed a few people, and ripped off someone's ear. He was barely of age but looked much older and did things beyond his years. That was just one rumor, though. Another was that he was stalking one of the teachers for saying something to him and tried to kill them at their home. Something big happened, and he was sent to juvie.
He didnât come for the rest of the year, and the school seemed peaceful. But to you, you had been so used to seeing his face that you missed him slightly. You thought about visiting him, but that would be too much work, and who were you anyway? He didnât know you.
Senior year came around, and there was talk that some people had seen Sukuna over the summer. They said he looked even bigger and scarier. You didnât even leave your bed in the summer to see him, but that was what they were saying.
By the time you were a senior, your laziness had reached a level that was even concerning to you. You were always sleeping and skipping class, but you werenât failing or anything. You saw Sukuna after the second month of senior year started, and somehow he was a senior, not an 11th grader. He looked straight out of a goth model magazine. He was growing into himself and was well over 6'3" at that point. Juvie must make people exercise because he was so big. He was bigger than the security guards, which was funny.
He was silent, talking to no one, but his eyes were redder and darker now. He tried to keep out of trouble and not get himself too involved. He attended classes, even if he just slept and did nothing. The teachers werenât about to change that.Â
"Y/N, what is the answer to this question?" You were in your seat at the back, head down with headphones on sleeping.
The dream was lit. You thought you were riding a panther in the water; being a mermaid was cool for sure. You had a mission with Barbie as well.
"Y/N, WAKE UP!"
"What do you want?" You hated being woken up. The whole class was looking at you, and you barely spoke, so this was new.
"Excuse me?" she was one of the teachers you could not stand, for sure. She thought she was above you or something just because she was old and a teacher.
"You're fucking excused," you said quietly but loud enough for the quiet class to hear it. They all said their "ooos" and "aaas."
"Get out of my class right now!" She pointed to the door. You got up, packed your bags, and left gladly. Now you could go home early and catch up on your anime shows instead of being here.
While you were leaving the school hallway, you heard someone running towards you and then stop.
"I fucking hate that bitch too," a familiar voice said.
You turned around to see Sukuna standing there, his usual scowl replaced with a smirk. He looked even more intimidating up close with his tattoos and piercing red eyes. He got his small backback on, and he was not waring his unform, but Hoddie and Swetpant with slippers.Â
"You too, huh?" you replied, surprised that he had followed you.
He shrugged. "Yeah, sheâs always on my case. Guess you finally had enough."
You chuckled, shaking your head. "I guess so. Just couldnât stand her today."
Sukuna looked at you for a moment, then nodded toward the exit. "You got somewhere to be?"
"Nah, why?"
"I don't know, I wanna take you somewhere," he said, coming closer and closer, almost chest to chest. He really was tall. His eyes were hooded, scanning your face intently.
You werenât nervous or anything, but you were surprised that he was talking to you and asking you to go somewhere. You two barely, if ever, talked. Yes, there was that 8th-grade incident, but thatâs it. Yes, you did find him looking at you sometimes, and there was tension whenever you two were in a group or something.
"Mm, Iâm not sure. I was thinking I would go home. I don't feel like walking around," you said honestly. You didnât want to walk, and it was freezing. Why would you walk around with a stranger?
"Who do you think I am? I have a car. Iâm not some broke guy," he said, taking your backpack and holding it himself.
You raised an eyebrow at him. "You have a car?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I do. Come on, I'll drive you."
With a sigh, you decided to give in. "Alright, fine."
Sukuna led you to the parking lot, where a sleek black Nissan 180SX was parked. You noticed it because it was one of your favorite cars. He unlocked it and opened the passenger door for you. You hesitated for a moment, then got in. He tossed your backpack in the backseat and slid into the driverâs seat, starting the engine with a roar.
He said nothing as he drove, and you couldnât help but be confused about how this was happening. Sukuna. The Sukuna was driving and talking to you. He had talked with you so handfull of time that you don't think you even exsist.Â
"Is there a reason why you are doing this?" you finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Just wanna hang out with you, that's all." His seat was pulled back to accommodate his long legs, and you had to turn fully around to see him. The day had started cloudy, and now it was raining.
"Cool. Where are we going?" You felt comfortable in your seat, and for some reason, Sukuna had never scared or intimidated you. He was just another person.
"To my crib. Don't worry, I ain't about to do nothing. It's raining, and it's nice to be home. I like the feeling," he said, glancing at you briefly before focusing back on the road.
You nodded, accepting his reasoning. "Alright. Sounds good."
As he drove through the rain-soaked streets, you found yourself relaxing. The sound of the rain pattering against the car windows was soothing, and the warmth of the car's interior made you feel at ease.
After a short drive, you arrived at Sukuna's place. It was a modest house, but it looked cozy and inviting. He parked the car and got out, grabbing your backpack from the backseat before leading you inside.
The interior was surprisingly tidy, with minimalistic decor and a comfortable atmosphere. He motioned for you to follow him to the bedroom.
"I have clothes if you wanna change into something comfortable. You can take a shower if you want to as well. I ainât a bad host," he said with a slight smile. Never in your life did you imagine being in this position.
"If you have clothes, I can change," you replied, trying not to sound too shy despite feeling a bit timid. He took off his hoodie, revealing a collection of tattoos that covered his arms and torso. He looked grown-up, his black undershirt and sweatpants making him seem even more imposing.
He tossed you a big black shirt and a pair of boxers. "Here. I'll be in the kitchen."
You nodded as he left, and you took a moment to look around his room. It was surprisingly clean for his ageâeverything was in order, and there wasnât a speck of dust. The room was dimly lit, with dark sheets and blankets on the bed and a few band posters on the walls.
Quickly changing and putting your stuff in your bag, you headed out. Sukuna was in the kitchen, making ramen. The smell of the cooking noodles filled the air as you approached.
"Smells good," you said, sliding into a seat at the kitchen counter.
"Glad you think so," he replied, stirring the pot. "Iâm not much of a chef, but I can handle ramen."
"If you have some ingredients, I can do something?" you walked closer to him.
"Nah, you sit your pretty ass down. I can handle it. Choose something we can watch and close the blinds; it's pissing me off."
You laughed softly at his attitude and did as you were told. You went over to the blinds, pulling them shut to block out the light.
You picked up the remote and began scrolling through the available options. In the back of your mind, it felt surreal to be in Sukuna's house, wearing his clothes, making jokes, and having him call you pretty. There was no way this was actually happening. You two were essentially strangers. You didnât know him, and there were too many questions swirling in your mind. How did he have so much money? How could he afford to live alone at his age? Why was he so calm about everything? It all felt like something out of a strange dream where too many things just didnât add up.
"Do you mind anime?" you called back, noticing how surprisingly domestic and cozy the situation felt.
"Nah, pick what you like," Sukuna replied, continuing to serve the ramen.
"Alright," you said with a nod, settling in with the remote. As you chose an anime to watch, you couldn't help but feel a bit amused by how effortlessly things had shifted.
You found a popular anime series and settled on an episode. Sukuna joined you on the couch with a bowl of ramen, and you both started watching. The warmth from the food and the soft light of the TV created a surprisingly relaxed atmosphere.
As the episode played, you and Sukuna chatted occasionally about the characters and plot. He seemed genuinely interested in the anime and made a few insightful comments about the storyline. It was strange how comfortable and easygoing he was, especially given his reputation and the way he had acted in the past.
You noticed how his tough exterior seemed to soften during moments like this. It was a side of him you hadn't seen beforeâmore relaxed and down-to-earth. You found yourself enjoying his company more than you had expected.
At one point, Sukuna looked over at you, a small smile on his face. "You know, youâre pretty chill. I thought you'd be more... I dunno, intense or something."
You laughed softly. "I could say the same about you. You're not what I imagined."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "What did you imagine?"
"Someone more... aggressive, I guess," you admitted, shrugging. "But you're not like that at all right now."
Sukuna chuckled, leaning back. "Guess people are full of surprises."
You nodded, agreeing with his sentiment. You and Sukuna spent the entire evening talking and watching various shows, but as it got later, you realized you needed to head home. It was already 10 PM, and while your parents were rarely home and you didnât have siblings to look after, it was still getting late.
"I should go now," you said, standing up from the couch.
Sukuna looked up from the TV, his expression slightly disappointed but understanding.
"I'll drive you, don't worry," he said, getting up. You noticed his assertive and dominant nature; he clearly liked to take control, and you didnât mind being on autopilot for a while.
He returned with his hoodie and chose a pair of pants and a jacket for you. You quickly got dressed, putting on the clothes he handed you. Sukuna picked up your backpack and led the way out.
There was a light drizzle, but nothing major. As you both walked to his car, you felt a sense of comfort despite the rain.Â
The drive was quiet, but there was never any awkwardness or uncomfortable silence between you two. You seemed to effortlessly feed off each otherâs presence.Â
When you arrived at your door, you turned to him with a genuine smile. "Thanks for tonight. It was... unexpected, but really nice."
Sukuna looked back at you, his eyes hidden in the dim light of the car. "I'll pick you up from now on if you donât mind. Also, you're staying over tomorrow night, right?" With his hoodie on and his face tattoos visible, anyone from the outside might have thought he looked intimidating, but he was just asking about a sleepover.
You laughed softly, surprised by his clinginess. "Sure, Iâll bring extra clothes tomorrow. I can stay over the weekend too."
"Cool, cool. See you tomorrow then," he said as you leaned in kissed his cheek and closed the door.Â
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.Â
-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.
Here he was again, sitting in yet another anger management class, a requirement he had to fulfill or face worse consequences.
Boxer Sukuna had gotten into an altercation with some jerk at a club, and, as usual, Sukuna had done a number on him. The guy deserved every single hit, but that didnât stop the police from arresting him and later charging him with assault. Thankfully, with a good lawyer, the charges were reduced. Instead of a serious punishment, they gave him a slap on the wrist and sent him to anger management, leaving him with a choice on what kind of class he wanted to take.
His dumbass chose pottery for some unknown reason. The room was cold, and there was no one in sight except for some scattered mess. But it was a nice place, white and clean.
âHello?â he called out, his grumpy voice echoing back at him. Why had he agreed to this? Doing one or two weeks of something else would have been better than this.
âOh, there you are! You must be Sukuna. Come, have a seat here,â a voice called out.
He nearly bumped into you as he looked down. You were a sight he wouldnât have expected in a pottery class. Your black hair was pinned up with a clip, though a few strands had escaped. Thin eyebrows framed your eyes, accentuated by a gold piercing. Your full lips, also pierced with gold, curved into a smile, revealing at least three golden teeth. Your hands and fingers were adorned with jewelry that caught the sunlight streaming through the window, sparkling with every movement. The black dress you wore was loose but still flattering, and he noticed tattoos peeking out from your arms.
To say you were exactly his type would be an understatement.
Your voice had a calm, almost ethereal quality, and your entire aura exuded an aloof yet inviting energy. Sukuna could tell this was about to be one of the most interesting experiences heâd ever had.
âSorry I was late. I couldnât decide on my hair. Do you like it?â you asked with a sweet smile. You were a strange girl, no doubt about it, but there was something oddly charming about you.
âMm, yeah, you look good,â Sukuna replied, feeling a bit weirded out by the casual honesty, but appreciating it nonetheless.
âThank you! Sit down; Iâll get things ready in a minute,â you said, your voice light and cheerful.
You disappeared into the other room to prepare, leaving Sukuna to sit there, feeling a mix of amusement and awkwardness. After about five minutes, you called him over and handed him an apron to wear. It barely fit his large frame, making him look somewhat silly, but when you told him he looked cute, he couldnât help but accept it. Damn it, if you said he looked cute, then he did. His face turned slightly red as he blushed, but who cared?
Once everything was set up, you both agreed on what to make: a ramen bowl and a tea cup.
"Iâm curious, why are you here?" you asked softly as you shaped your clay with graceful movements. Sukuna was struggling with his own, the wheel spinning wildly as he tried to control it. It was clear that handling clay was far more challenging for him than knocking out a guy in the ring.
You stood up and moved behind him, your presence immediately calming the chaotic energy in the room. Without a word, you placed your hands over his, steadying them. "Anger management issues," he muttered, his usual confidence faltering as he felt your touch. The warmth of your hands against his, both of you covered in clay, made the moment feel deeply intimate, almost as if you were peeling back layers of armor he didnât even know he had.
You guided his hands with a gentle pressure, the clay slowly taking shape beneath your combined efforts. As you leaned in closer, you added a bit of water, your fingers slipping over his with a tenderness that made his pulse quicken. Your breath was soft against his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the subtle rise and fall of your chest against his back, every movement connecting the two of you in a way that was both unsettling and comforting.
"Oh, I see. I understand, you know," you whispered, your lips so close to his ear that he could feel the warmth of your words. "I had a lot of anger issues too, still do sometimes. Itâs kind of a generational thing," you added with a soft laugh, the sound vibrating through him.
He could barely focus on what you were saying, too aware of the way your hands moved with his, the clay softening and molding under your touch. The intimacy of the moment, the vulnerability it required, was something Sukuna wasnât used to. Yet, in your presence, it felt natural, even comforting.
It went like that for a while, your hands guiding his until there was a decent ramen bowl taking shape on the wheel. Sukuna even grumbled for help with his tea cup, his voice tinged with frustration and embarrassment. You understood, thoughâbeneath that tough exterior, he was just a bit of a tsundere at heart.
Every time you smiled at him, those golden teeth flashing, his heart did a little flip. He wasnât used to feeling this way, and it made him weak in ways he hadnât anticipated. By the time you both finished your projects, Sukuna found himself disappointed that the session was over. Somehow, he had ended up talking more than he ever thought he would. He had never considered himself a yapper, but here he was, practically spilling his guts.
But youâthere was something about you. You asked such interesting questions, never prying too much, never trying to snap a photo or cross boundaries. You were just⊠there. Present. It was exactly what he needed, even if he hadnât realized it before.
As you walked him to the door, bidding him goodnight, Sukunaâs heart pounded in his chest. He took a deep breath, deciding to take the leap of faith. The worst that could happen was rejection or a polite âno,â but the thought of not trying felt even worse.
"I donât want to overstep, but, um⊠can I take you out sometime? Like on a date? Itâs okay if youâre uncomfortableâ" Sukuna stumbled over his words, something that never happened to him. He was used to being confident, even cocky, but now he found himself insecure and almost rambling. He was used to being in control, used to women lining up for his attention, but this was different. This felt serious.
He wasnât just asking out another woman; this was something he genuinely wanted.
You tilted your head to look at the sky, the moon shining bright and clear. For a moment, your mind wanderedâdid you leave the stove on? Oh no, wait, you didnât.
âI would like that,â you said, turning back to him with a small smile. âBut I donât like crowded places; it pisses me off to be around too many people. And you see the moon? Todayâs a waxing gibbous. When that moon is full, you can take me out.â You giggled softly to yourself, leaned in to kiss his cheek, and then disappeared into the building.
Sukuna was hoodwinked, bamboozled, lead astray, run amok and flat out deceived by the whole interaction. He came here to get his anger under control, not to have his heart stolen.
What he didnât realize was that cameras had captured the entire moment. Not even five hours later, he was all over Twitterâturned into a meme for being a complete simp.
"What Morals?"
Well, well, well. Look what we have here? Two horny bitches with other responsibilities they could be doing.
This is my first piece of published smut in damn near a decade (who gave me internet access at 13?) so please leave any comments or suggestions about this
Pairing: Sukuna x Black!fem!OC (Its also x Reader but I have thing about needing a name to write so, self-insert if you squint)
Rating: R/NSFW (or SFW, if you're a veteran) MINORS DNI
Warning: Dacyphilia, degradation, menton of blood, slight breeding kink, Sukuna being Sukuna
âLoki is so hot,â Neev stated, their eyes squinted to see the fictional villain stab a person in the eye. They had chosen to recline in the cartoonishly large beanbag chair instead of sitting on the sofa with the rest of the group. The bottleneck of their choice of alcohol was held loosely by calloused fingers.
âUm⊠I guess. But I don't know if this is the right movie to confess your attraction.â Luna responded. Her eyes were closed as she tried to fight the nausea of eating too many chips in one sitting. Her feet were propped up in Bunnyâs lap, taking most of the space on the sofa. Bunny had thrown a whole tantrum about equal sofa space but soon gave up when it was clear Luna didnât give a fuck. âNot the actual bad guy?â
âI see it.â Bunny mumbled. Luna rolled her eyes and waited for Neev to answer.
âNo, I meant Loki. Iâm a slut for villains. I thought we all knew this.âNeev waved the drink in the air to emphasize their point.
âBut heâs a villain. He killed like 80 people in two days. Look! They just said it. And heâs crazy.â
âOkay, and? I like crazy. And those were mostly white people he killed, so I can look past it.â Bunny huffed out a laugh as her friends went back and forth. Itâs been a while since the gang all got together and argued about stupid shit. They all had their own lives and problems that kept them separated. It was nice to hang out like old times. âAm I right, Bunny? Or am I right?â
She wasnât paying attention and had to ask them to repeat themselves. âThe bad guys are always the sexiest.â
Before she could answer, Luna chimed in. âNo, youâre just a freak.â
âAt least Iâm not the bitch that wanted to fuck Jasper Cullen. He was a confederate soldier.â They shot back. Luna blew a raspberry and paused the movie. Bunny leaned forward, letting her sofa-mate drop her feet to properly argue.
âThat was not his fault. Stupid bitch didnât have to write him like that.â
âThereâs only one thing worse than a fangbanger.â Bunny started, mock seriousness coloring her tone. Looking over solemnly at Luna, she continued. âA fangbanger in denial.â
âOr a fangbanger that wants to bang the only type of vampires without fangs.â Neev teased, but they werenât done. âLuna gonna be walking around here with a whole teeth mark.â
Luna fumed. Knowing she was no match for Neev, she turned her attention to the silent member that had no issue laughing at her. âYou canât be the only one not sharing, Bunny. Neev wants Loki, I want Jasper, whoâs your secret crush?â
âItâs no secret that I want Sukuna to break me in half,â Bunny confessed. The outcry she received did nothing to deter her. âHe is hot, he has four arms and a tongue on his stomach. Need I say more?â
âBitch, yes! Thatâs a fucking damn demon your want to fuck. Neevâs sick in the head, we all knew that. You might be a lost cause.â
âEspecially since Nanami is right there! Literally. Luna, turn on the show because I donât see what Bunny is talking about.â Neev directed. In a few clicks, the trio had Jujutsu Kaisen on the screen, the opening song blasting in the small living room.
After a few episodes, Neev contested that they could see how Bunny would find that attractive. Luna remained unmoved, instead, pointing out every other attractive character.
âHeâs a demon sorcerer. The demon sorcerer. Where are your morals?â Luna prodded. Bunny leaned back and sunk lower into the plush of the sofa, and shrugged.
âWhat morals?â
It was later, after catching the last train ride of the night back to her side of town when Bunny thought about her fictional crush for the second time that night. It wasnât her fault, she thought, that he was so appealing. She remembered the first time she sat down to watch the show, after weeks of Luna pushing her to do so because she was the only one who hadnât. The first time she saw him with those dark lines tattooed on his face and a sinister grin, she was a goner. Bunny watched the entire show in a night, and after a couple of drinks bought a customized blanket with the two-dimensional manâs face on it. It was one of her more embarrassing purchases.
She entered her apartment with little fuss. Remove her shoes, check. Remove her jacket, check. Take a couple of pain pills before her shower, check. Nightly hygiene, check. In no time, she was in her large bed and covered in her heavy blankets to fight off the chill still in the air. When five minutes went by and she still felt the cold seeping into her bones, she blindly grabbed the blanket she kept at the foot of her bed. Much better. Her eyes closed and her breathing slowed, Bunny found herself submerged in her dreamscape.
Her dreamscape was the pit of hell with random skulls strewn about and stained red. The smell of copper and rust hung in the air, unsettling her stomach. What type of dream is this, she mused. Was this that lucid dreaming Neev loved to talk about?
âThere she is! Thereâs the little whore with no morals who sleeps with the image of my face covering her!â Her body jolted in shock. Upon a pile of bones and rotting carcasses was a chair, no a throne. It was a throne fit for a king or higher being, black and sleek with dark jewels embedded into the structure. âI heard you call for me all night, pet. At first, it was annoying but then you began to intrigue me. Not many women openly admit to wanting to ride my second tongue.â
âSukuna..â Bunny couldnât believe her eyes. He had the same tattoos, the same cocky grin, the same undercut with pink tufts of hair at the top. It could only be one person. But how could that be? It had to be a dream, thereâs no way she was getting demeaned by a fictional character. And yet.
Her surroundings warped around her and suddenly Bunny was on her knees in front of his throne. Her pupils were blown wide open, disbelief still stuck on her face. Her lips felt dry from the stifling heat that was a part of his domainâs aesthetic. His four eyes stared her down. She felt like prey.
âLetâs not waste time. Itâs been so long since I had a proper whore on her knees. The brat Iâm stuck in doesnât think fucking is a priority of his.â From her view, he looked so much bigger than she imagined. He wasnât in full form like the manga showed in a couple of chapters, probably because his teenage host has yet to eat enough fingers. Bunny felt like she could stare at him all day not get tired. âOh? Was I unlucky enough to pick a brainless bitch? Doesnât matter. Even the stupid can be taught to open their mouths for their betters.â
Her head whipped to the side before the pain settled in from being slapped by his right hand. Her face felt nothing but the stinging sensation of being hit like that. She had to blink back tears before any began to fall over her waterline. The demon sorcerer did not care about her and the fact was made clear when he slapped her opposite cheek just as hard. This time her mouth opened to let out a scream of pain. OwâŠâ
âYou think I have time for you to toy with me woman?â Bunny opened her mouth to ask when exactly has she toyed with him, but fingers from one hand clenched at her jaw to keep it open and her words silent. âIâm not yet at full power. My cursed energy will run out and youâll be sent home. Thereâs no time to play this game of yours. Open your mouth, now.â
Bunny obeyed without question, widening her mouth with his hand keeping her grip. His lower eyes squinted in joy. âThere you go, woman. Open it wider for your master.â
âSukunaâŠâ plush lips whispered. Bunny opened her mouth to the fullest extent, enough she feared her jaw would dislocate, and let her tongue peek out in invitation. Sukuna groaned, pleased with the view he was seeing. He dug his black nails into her flesh, just enough to see a bead of blood on her brown skin.
âPerfect.â Bunny watched with anticipation as her âmasterâ disrobed himself. His kimono made its home on the throne as Sukuna began to stroke himself. Her eyes widened when the second pair of arms became visible. He was a menace with just two hands, she wondered if sheâs in over her head. âIâm going to enjoy this.â
He filled her mouth in one second. He was thick, barely giving Bunny any room to move her tongue around his flesh. An unlucky person would be gagging around him as the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat.
âNo choking? How many cocks have you sucked to get rid of that reflex?â She wanted to answer that it was a childhood surgery that took her gag reflex, but something deep inside told her he wouldnât care. Sukuna pushed himself deeper into her mouth until her nose met the hairs of his crotch. He then placed a hand around her neck and squeezed. âThereâs always suffocation though.â
Maybe Luna was right, Bunny wondered as the demon sorcerer began a rough pace of forcing her head to bob around his flesh. It was easier for her to just have her mouth open and let him move her as he pleased. She felt like a mere toy for his amusement. From his throne, two pairs of red eyes watched with lust as her spit bathed his cock. He couldnât remember the last time he derived so much pleasure from a womanâs mouth. Sukunaâs lower arms began to move, one going to pet her hair like she was a prized possession and the other roaming down her body to grope at her covered skin. Anger flashed through him and he yanked her head back. âIâm such a barbarian. Here I am, about to fill that pretty throat of yours while you still have clothes on.â Snatching her up from the floor of bones, he settled his prize in his lap, his sharp nails making quick work of her sleepwear. A hand moved to her head and thatâs when Bunny had enough.
âWait, not my scarf! It was a gift!â She pleaded, voice hoarse and throat sore from the facefuck she received. Keeping eye contact, Bunny reached up to untie the scarf on her hair and place it next to her shredded clothing. It was like meeting the gaze of an apex predator and trying to not gain its interest. Too late for her.
âMaybe there is a god if out of all the women in this world, I got the sexiest one alive. Move forward, woman. Let your master taste your pretty tits.â His command once again compelled her to obey. Her nude form shifted forward on his lap, his hard cock caressing the underside of her ass. His tongue already had drool dripping from the tip and Bunny wanted nothing more than to take the fluid into her mouth to taste. She leaned back slightly and arched her spine to offer her uncovered breasts, her nipples already hard and begging to be licked.
âAh, SukunaâŠâ Moans fell out her mouth like prayer. His tongue moved with dexterity sheâs never experienced before. The curse only moaned and took more of her tit in her mouth. Raising a hand to her neglected side, Sukuna added to her pleasure with the emergence of his second mouth on the palm, its tongue just as eager as the other. Bunnyâs thighs straddled his crotch, moving her hips to reach greater heights of pleasure. âYes, Sukuna! More, please.â
âPrideless whores are the best. You have no issue begging at your master like a pet, no desire to hide your lust. Whores like you are one of the few things I miss about humankind.â He said after ripping his lips away from her tantalizing flesh. Never has he tasted a human so sweet and soft. Something in him begged for more. More room, more time, more of her. âHold on Little Bunny.â
Bunny listened and clamped her arms around his right ones and held tight as her surroundings once again warped around them, this time they were in a bedroom. Sheâd never seen this in the anime, but this was his innate domain after all. This entire world was influenced by his desires and energy, itâs not impossible for him to be able to do this. She gasped as his second hand nipped harshly at her breast, letting go of his arms in shock. He took the opportunity to shake her off him. Bunny fell on the bed, cool silk sheets caressing her overheated brown skin.
Her eyes trailed him as he stood in front of her. âThereâs so much I want to do to you, Little Bunny. I donât know where to startâŠâ
âWhat do you want to do most? You can bring me back, right?â Bunny asked as her acrylic nails trailed her plush frame. She kept eye contact as she rubbed on her thighs, displaying her wetness. âI still think this is a dream but I don't want you any less. Let me serve you, Master. You havenât had a woman in a thousand years? Let me be your reintroduction to sexual pleasure.â
She moved her body like a vixen, enticing the demon sorcerer to get on the bed and contort her body to his liking. Sukuna had her on her back with her legs open to fit him between her thighs. His mind was still overwhelmed with images and ideas of what he could do to her. He wanted his prize to keep sucking him off, to bleed all over his sheets, to beg for more and mercy. Most of all, sukuna wanted her to cry.
Bunny moaned when just one of his hands caught both of hers and yanked them above her head. Another pinned her hips to the bed. He let his remaining limbs pinch and toy with the nerves all over her body. His name left her dewy lips like a prayer when he returned his mouth to her breast. He seemed set on burying his head in her cleavage for the foreseeable future, surprising her when she felt his second tongue emerge on his stomach, perfectly aligned with her dripping cunt. Although she wanted nothing more than to buck her hips to get more of the muscle on her flesh, the hand on her hip did too good of a job keeping her restrained. Two of his hands moved to cup her asscheeks. After a painful squeeze, the hands proceeded to spread the globes of fat apart, giving the tongue more room to play. âOh, God.â
âYes, I am your God.â He muttered into her breasts. His sharp teeth were leaving bite marks on her chest. âYou taste so good. Never had a whore with a cunt this wet.â He added, his point being driven home by his second tongue dive into her tight hole. The stretch made Bunny tear up, which did not go unnoticed by Sukuna. More, he needed more.
The sound of something breaking caught Bunnyâs attention. She opened her eyes to see the tip of a black nail dropping onto her neck. âWhaa?â
âYou want me to stab you, woman? Iâm not usually so kind to my food.â Bunny whimpered. The hand with the missing nail smushed her cheeks together as he smiled at her. She could almost believe he wasnât the famed king of curses with a smile like that. His expression turned menacing. His hand left her face with a quick slap, then diving between their two bodies, he was on a mission to see more tears. âSo wet, pet. All for me? All for your master?â
The short-nailed finger began a brutal assault on her clit. The bundle of nerves was rolled, flicked, pinched, yanked, and tickled all while his lower set of eyes watched. His second mouth and her arousal provided more than enough slickness for him to toy with her. His primary eyes watched her face for cues, waiting for the sign of tears. Bunny delivered without delay. âYes, all for you-ah! Sukuna!â
âCry some more for me. Beg me.â
âPlease, please, masterâŠâHer mouth opened to plead for mercy. His finger and tongue worked in unison to build her orgasm quickly. The sloppy movement provided background music, the squelching and slurps filling the room with erotic noise. When the tip of his second tongue reached the wall of her cervix, Bunny lost all control of her lower body. Pastel pink nails dug into the demonâs flesh, who in return caught both nipples in his primary mouth and yanked.
The King of curses growled at the screaming woman, her cunt attempting to milk his tongue. Her walls did little to effectively push out the muscle, allowing Sukuna to slurp her juices directly from the source. His cock ached to feel the tightness of a woman again. Releasing her peaks, Sukuna checked to see how many tears she produced.
âYes, yes! Feel so good. Canât wait for you to fuck me,â Bunny babbled, the pleasure nearing pain since he refused to stop moving the finger that has been working her clit and tongue still inside her. Cracking her eyelids open, the human woman was greeted by the unimpressed face of Sukuna.
âNot enough.â Before she could utter a letter, one of his hands grabbed around her throat and squeezed. âI need more tears, little Bunny. Your god demands more.â As he spoke, his second tongue slipped out her channel and laved her flesh from clit to asshole with the hand keeping her lower lips spread. Every so often the tip would nudge at her tight hole, teasing her for something more. Sukuna hiked her legs up until her thighs were parallel with her torso.
âThis is what I wanted. A sobbing whore begging for me.â And his words were true. Bunny openly wept as her stimulation heightened, she never truly got to come down from her first orgasm. Her muscles spasmed and she felt lightheaded as Sukuna played with her as he pleased, hand still firmly cutting off her air supply. âStill want my cock, little Bunny? Look at it.â
Her vision, though blurry, took in the sight of his hardened cock, which had been dribbling precum on one of her thighs while the tongue worked her. It was large, comparable to Sukunaâs forearm, and Bunny wanted every inch inside of her. Fresh tears leaked out and she bucked with all her might, lust tainting every brain cell she owned. âPle..â
âWhat are you saying? Speak up, woman!â Sukuna licked the bottom of his sharp teeth. Never in his life has he seen one woman look as debauched as Bunny did. The mess theyâve created was on par with the orgies he used to command. Her pretty skin had been marked to hell, claws and teeth marks leaving red welts in their wake.
He needed more. Nothing was better than a prideless whore, except for an insatiable prideless whore. He wanted Bunny, his little human, at his feet for the rest of her short lifetime. He wanted her mouth on his cock, servicing him while he sat on his throne of skeletons. Sukuna wanted her crying and begging in his ear as he bounced her plush frame in his lap, forcing her cunt to take his cock until she broke.
âPlease, Master! Fuck me, Please, Godâ Her voice harped and the curse smirked. He watched his second tongue kiss her drenched pussy then disappear behind closed lips. This allowed his heavy cock to take the spotlight, the sight making Bunny moan and buck. Clenching her throat, Sukuna waited for her to calm down.âPlease, please Sukuna. Want you so bad.â
âMm, your prayer needs some work but donât worry little Bunny,â He stopped himself from groaning, his cock was being suffocated by her cunt as he tried to get the first inch in. She felt tighter now than she did earlier on his tongue. Easing the rest of his flesh in until the head kissed her cervix, he was serenaded by the most beautiful cry heâd ever heard. âDonât worry, little Bunny. Your god will teach you how to properly pray.â
His first few thrusts were gentler than Bunny expected. His cock split her in half and put her womb in danger with every thrust. The vulgar sound of her sex getting fucked filled the room, more intense than when he was using his tongue. Just when the woman felt confident enough to move her hips to the curseâs rhythm, he picked up his pace. Her nails pressed into his skin again and Bunny quickly became overwhelmed
âYou sound so good, moaning over my cock. Let me hear more.â Sukuna grunted. The hand on her throat moved from a chokehold to caressing the back of her head. Her breasts jiggled with every movement, he could feel the saliva in his mouth collecting at the thought of stuffing his face full of her flesh. âProper whores say thank you to their god. Where are my praises?â
Every drag of his cock against her wall sent Bunny closer and closer. Her ears could barely pick up his commands, too full of the sound of her heart thudding. âAnswer your god, woman.â
âThank you, thank you Sukuna, feel so good, so big, thank you, master, god,â She spoke from the heart, that Sukuna could tell. Her words filled him with pride and powered his unrelenting pace until her breath hitched and her body seized as Bunnyâs second climax crashed into her. Her tears were falling with new speed, hiccups left her throat and her hands, adorned with those fake claws of hers, dragged down his biceps. Sukuna grunted at the tight fit he was forced to work with. A lesser being would be forced out but he stood his ground, filling Bunny with every inch he had.
âI know exactly what you taste like, but letâs see if anything changed since thenâ She couldnât comprehend what Sukuna was talking about, her mind had gone offline after her second orgasm. Only when the reemergence of his second mouth in the middle of his palm, did Bunny understand.
âSukuna!â She yelped but the mouth did not relent its assault, the rough tongue taking extra time to suckle on her clit on its journey to her cunt. She could not see what he could, and that was a shame for Sukuna had twice as many eyes as Bunny and could see the obscenity of her drooling cunt, still getting pounded by his tough flesh, receive new stimulation via the second mouth. It nipped at her labia and licked at the ring of cream forming around Sukunaâs base. âToo much! Iâm gonna cum!â
âGood. I was getting thirsty.â Bunny could only moan and close her eyes, only to be slapped back to reality. âYou close your eyes while your God blesses you? Ungrateful whore.â Sukuna moved his hand higher to her clit and was rewarded by high-pitched squeals and the release of more slick.
âToo sensitive, Sukuna.â She babbled but did not protest when he sunk his cock in and stayed stationary.
âShould I kill you now then? If you can longer serve me, I have no use for you.â His question was met with a tearful apology and feminine hands gripping his shoulders in sorrow. The releasing of her legs from their position only caused more panic, Bunny clutching tighter to his flesh, even her pussy clamped down. Suppressing a moan, Sukuna tugged her arms off, sending his human into deeper hysterics. There was nothing better than an insatiable prideless whore, except a desperate, insatiable, prideless whore.
âShut up, woman.â And there was silence, all except for the little whines Bunny couldnât keep in. Sukuna stared her down with all four eyes, only connected by his painfully erect cock still buried in her. âYes, I know what to do now. I wonât kill youâŠâ
âThank you, thank you, god. I-â Her gratitude had to be cut short to let out another lustful moan. The King of Curses had shifted their bodies, with Bunny settled nicely in his lap. âSukunaâŠâ
The last syllable of his name dragged out her mouth but it did not register. His eyes swept over her form, his vision now a reality, sans the throne of skeletons. âLittle Bunny, I havenât spilled my seed yet. Satisfy me and Iâll let you live.â
âYes, I can, I will, I...I want you to cum in me.â Sukuna chuckled at her declaration, his human was drunk off the euphoria his cock gave her. The mess from her crotch slid down his flesh until it reached the already wet bedding. He figured he had enough energy to keep her with him for a couple more hours. He willed the bed under them into a chair for him to recline into.
âLetâs see you try, woman.â Sukuna canât remember the last time he had a release. It took time to get him to the breaking point, time people did not use wisely and were killed for wasting. The curse hadnât decided if he really would kill the woman in his lap, a part of him found her addictive. Slapping both her asscheeks, Sukuna growled. âHurry up.â
Bunny took to her task with speed, after flexing her hips and cautiously draping her arms over his for support, she rose off his length until the tip was all that remained inside her. After a beat to collect herself, Bunny dropped back down, Sukuna grunting quietly as the warmth of her cunt embraced him. She let out her own noises, praises, and ramblings about how good he felt inside her while finding a rhythm that aligned with her goal. Then she set off.
Red eyes followed her every move, lingering on her chest to watch the delicious fat bounce. Even though this was supposed to be about him, Bunny found her pleasure quickly. Her head fell back and her hands clutched at the tendons over his clavicle. Four palms itched to tug and grasp her flesh but Sukuna refrained. He settled for mocking the human riding him.
âThis is all you can do for your god?â
âCanât go any faster? Scared Iâll break that cunt.â
âI said to satisfy me, yet youâve already given in to your lust.â His voice strained when Bunny came on his cock for the third time that night. She batted her eyes and leaned forward, ignoring his curious expression to bite along his neck, her balance wobbling from loss of concentration. âOh, careful, Little BunnyâŠâ
Her manicured hands traveled down his shoulder to his chest, circling her index finger around his soft nipples, her hips in sync with the movement. Sukuna cursed with each swivel her hips did, his volume low until she ground slowly against his crotch.
âSukuna, please,â
âAlready begging for mercy. Pathetic-â Bunnyâs plush lips colliding into his. Her finger tugged on his peak until it hardened, her mouth swallowed the groan she caused. Her pace slowed to grinding and Bunny took this time to deepen her kiss with the curse, whimpering into it when he bit her lip.
âI need more,â the woman above him uttered into his mouth. Sukuna hummed when she pulled back briefly. Her hand moved from his chest to one of his hands, dragging it to splay along her hip to the middle of an asscheek. âSqueeze me, please, master.â
âSo desperate,â Sukuna grunted, following direction and getting rewarded with another kiss. âYouâre supposed to be sat-
âMore! Need more, Master.â Hazy eyes met his primary ones when Bunny leaned back again. Her hips stilled. He watched his human guide another one of his hands to her chest, the next to her knee, the final one to her face. Never in his years has Sukuna experienced this. Apparently, there was something better than a desperate, insatiable, prideless whore. A bold one.
Bunny struggled to lift her cunt off his flesh, her thighs finally giving out. Brown eyes shone with tears as she begged.
âPlease, help me. Mâso close Daddy.â His breathing stopped at this new title. Sukuna grew curious, but Bunny paid no mind. âPlease help me, need to come. Wanna make you come, Daddy.â Her wish was granted.
Sukuna used the arms already attached to her lower half to start them off. Soon, Bunnyâs moans had returned to their desperate pitch. His insults mixed in and together they harmonized.
âPrideless whore, canât do anything for yourself, Little Bunny.â
âNeed your god to help you? Your daddy?â
âWho do you think you are? Nothing more than a whore, a hole for me to fuck. You need me,â
âNever had a whore so stupid and desperate. Youâd let any sorceror fuck you, wouldnât you?â
Bunny could do nothing but weep and take everything he gave to her. Every rise and drop of her hips brought pleasure, every nudge against her cervix brought nirvana. She reached ecstasy for the fourth time when Sukuna pointed out he could see his cock fill her stomach.
âAgain? So easy to please, little Bunny.â He taunted, breathing through his nose as her cunt clamped down on his cock. He could feel his body tensing, his balls filling with weight.
Bunny planted another kiss on the curseâs lips, followed by another, and another, until Sukuna grew tired and tilted her to lay on his shoulder. His ass jumped occasionally, desire to buck into her growing. Bunny babbled, a broken recorded set on repeating praises and begs to her new god.
âShit, feel so good. A stupid whore might just make me come. You want that, woman?â Bunny nodded along, delirious with pleasure. âWant your god, your daddy, to fill you with seed.â Her hips ground against his, desperate for what he was offering. âYea? That what you want? Pray to me.â
âPlease, please, please SukunaâŠâBunny talked herself tongue-tied. Sukuna moaned at her endless prayer. His body could no longer refrain, bucking his cock as far as it could go into her plush body. A pause in her prayer to gasp, followed by those fake claws she wore digging into his skin. Her volume rose as did the sound of her gummy walls being penetrated.
âThatâs it keep begging. Keep begging your god and I wonât kill you. Might even fuck a baby into you.â Her cunt clamped down again as did her teeth around his earlobe. His fingers strummed against her clit and a nipple, but his mouth kept moving. âWant that? Desperate whore, you want a cursed baby in your womb? Want to carry the heir of a king? Beg, beg and pray to me. Iâll give you what you want.â
âWant it, want it. Please master. Please, god. Please, daddy. Please, SukunaâŠâ His real name came out high-pitched as Bunny released again, spurring the curse into going faster and touching more.
âFind a way to keep you here, youâll be my little mare. Sit at my feet, please me until you die.â Sukuna found himself on the edge of climax. His vision was filled with nothing but the human in his grasp, taking everything he had to give. âLook at us, Bunny. Look how well you take me. Beg for my seed. Beg to sit at my feet.â
She obeyed. Bunnyâs brown eyes became glued to the mess between their legs. Most of that mess came from her, his second mouth contributed in the beginning. They were both covered in scratches and marks, though she seemed to be the only one with bruises.
âPlease, come in me. Let me stay. Make me stay. Want you so much. I- I- close! Close! More, Sukuna, please.â Whatever he was about to say she would never know as her mouth found him again. Bunny was so close, nothing else mattered except the orgasm waiting at the horizon for her.
Sukuna felt her cunt beginning to constrict around him. Heâs never came this fast with one person before, never felt pleasure this intense with a human. The King of Curses continued knocking against her cervix, moving her body with fever. Heat simmered under his skin, he could feel his cock twitching.
Sukuna deepened the kiss as the promise of pleasure crept closer and closer. He yearned to fill her cunt, fill her womb, and watch it drip out of her.
âFuck!â Bunny cried out as her vision went white. She could pick up the sound of Sukuna grunting until her environment did a complete 180. She rode her orgasm anyway, noting it was less intense than she was expecting. Her eyes opened to darkness.
Sukuna was at heavensâ door, ready to fill his little Bunny with his cursed seed when her body blinked out of existence. His cock, which was just a second ago wrapped in the warmest, wettest piece of flesh heâd ever had, ached in the open air. Sukuna gaped, confused. His cock pitifully dribbled out drops of cum, and nothing else. Sukuna stared at his flesh in disbelief.
He ran out of cursed energy.
Bunny gasped back into the waking world and shot up in her bed. She was tucked under blankets with the fan on. The clock read 4:34 am. Was it a dream?
Moving to pull down the blankets, she hissed. Her everything hurt. With wide eyes she bolted out the bed, ignoring the pain to fumble her way to the bathroom. Flicking on the lights, Bunny stared her body down.
Marks and scratches everywhere. Bruises and puffed cheeks. Her hair, wild and without a scarf.
It wasnât a dream.
How the fuck is she supposed to go to work like this?
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Reject piece of a Sukuna x fem!OC one-shot I was working on.
Rating: R | MINORS DNI
Warnings: possessiveness and hints of a god complex
Her tongue longed to lag out her jaw, and let go of all reservations. Her arms were immobile behind her back in a tight grip of his hand, she could do nothing to take control except bounce her ass against his hips to impale him deeper into her heat. The sound of her cunt was explicit. Each gush showed how desperate she was for him.
âYouâre at my mercy.â At his words, he gripped her hip and forced her to stop moving before pushing her to lay flat on her stomach. âEverything you want is in my power to give and take.
âYes, please.âShe moaned absentmindedly. She didnât care if he was on some power trip as long as he didnât stop fucking her.
âYou like that? Being at my mercy? In my control. Mine?â
âYES!â Her voice squeaked. Her body was already sensitive from the orgasm she had not even five minutes ago, and she could feel her muscles bear down in preparation for another one.
âThink carefully of what youâre saying, woman. This isnât your village anymore. Donât agree to me claiming you if you donât want to wake up with my cock stuffing this pretty pussy of yours whenever I want.â The king of curses didnât know why he was saying all this. He couldnât stop the burning need inside of him to say it and voice desires he didnât even know he had. Beneath him, his lover keened, mind fogged with something stronger than lust as she allowed him to stake claim to her body.
âYes, please! Mâyours.â she could hear herself say. His cock thumped against her back wall and her muscles spasmed as her climax drew closer. It's been a while sheâs been fucked like this. She found herself eager to agree to whatever he said as long as he kept going. Bunny wished for a mirror so she could see what they looked like together and vowed to get one as soon as possible.
âSucha pretty girl,â The sight of her made his loins burn with a hot need to fill her with his cum. He wanted to watch their combined juices spill from her spent cunt as she laid there, exhausted from being fucked like an animal.
âClose. Sukuna, Iâm gonna cum, make me cum. Please, baby.â
âHuh, Iâll make you cum âtil you see stars, Bunny. Just keep taking me just like this.â
30 Minutes Before the Race:
Rated T for sexual talk, threats of violence.
Series Masterlist | Previously
âHow about this, Sukuna. If I win I get to have one night with your girl?â
âHUH? What the fuck did you just say-â
âSure.â Bunnyâs 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. âAre you or are you not Ryomen Sukuna?â
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.
âAll you gotta do is win.â 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. âAnd Iâll see you at the winnerâs circle.â
Sukuna stared at her for a beat, then gave her his signature feral smile. âAll I gotta do is win? Youâre in so much trouble when I get there, Bunny.â
âNot if I get there first. Right, Bunbun?â Gojo called out, interrupting the couple. Sukuna looked away from his girl, irritation as obvious as the tattoos on his face.
âAfter I win, Iâll kill you for suggesting this bet. Then Iâll fuck my girl over your corpse.â
âSure, sure. Remind me who won last time, again?â
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The Race: Start
Series Masterlist | Previously
âAnd that's Sukuna. Heâs one of the best out here. The only one that's a challenge to him is Gojo.â
âI heard thereâs some newbie named Yuji thatâs really good.â
âHe looks so dangerousâŠâ âwhoâs that girl next to him?â
âHer with the pink dreadlocks? Thatâs Bunny. Sukunaâs girl.â
âHer nameâs really Bunny?â
âNo, it's his nickname for her. I don't think Iâve ever heard anyone say her real name. Sheâs been around for a while.â
âAnd sheâs just as crazy as he is. I heard she once stole a cop motorcycle and handcuffed the cop to a gate.â
âWhere do you keep hearing information?â
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3 Hours Before the Race
Rated R | Minors DNI
Series Masterlist
âHow fast do you think itâll go?â Bunny asked from outside the vehicle. Her eyes scanned the body of the tricked-out car in front of her. She didnât 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 thatâs damn near impossible to beat, much like its owner.
âFast enough to kick Gojoâs stupid ass.â Red eyes didnât 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. âMâgonna leave him in the dust. Make him wish he never fucked with me.â
âI canât wait. I love seeing you race.â Bunny admitted, but after how long theyâve been together, it wasnât 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. âYes? Did you need something?â
His red eyes undressed her. She always wore the skimpiest shit when she wasnât at work. It made focusing on his car a difficult job to do. But there were still enough benefits to even out the consequences.
âYou didnât think I forgot, did you? I canât race a car I ainât fucked you in.â
âI still think thatâs bullshit. Youâve won in cars that didnât have my cum soaked into the seats.â
âI lost the last race because I didnât follow my ritual.â 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. âIâm serious.â
âYou lost that race because that fucking organizer canât see for shit. I saw you cross the line first but-â 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. âI guess thereâs no harm in sticking to your stupid tradition.â
Sukuna let out a sharp laugh. She couldnât 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 Bunnyâs eyes fluttered from the pain and pleasure.
âCâmereâ Bunny ordered, desperate to taste his lips again. His body fit so perfectly between her thighs, she almost moaned from the sight alone. âGonna fuck me on the hood of your car?â
âIâm 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.â 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. âYouâre my good luck charm. My little rabbitâs foot or whatever.â
âThat might be the sweetest thing youâve said to me.â She squealed as he traced her covered slit. When Sukuna pressed over where her clit would be, her hips squirmed from stimulation. âKunaâŠâ
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2 Hours Before the Race:
Rated R | Minors DNI
Series Mssterlist | Previously
Sukunaâs hand had been tapping a steady rhythm on his girlfriendâs thigh on the way to tonightâs 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 manâs 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 Gojoâs 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 Mahitoâs 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.
âReady Kuna?â
âNot yet, babe.â Bunny looked up from her project to find the driverâs seat reclined and said driver sporting a wolfish grin. âLet me get some more luck, little Bunny.â His girl scoffed but put her needles down. She wasnât an exhibitionist like Sukuna was, mostly due to her occupation. Canât have a local school librarian get caught being raunchy with her law-breaking boyfriend. Still, it never hurt to ask.
âYouâre so insatiable. Like an incubus or sex demon, I swear.â Bunny said, tying her soft locs back into a ponytail. âIâll never understand the audacity of men.â She grumbled while leaning over to unzip his pants. A hand, freshly wet with saliva, stroked Sukunaâs 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 didnât know him like Bunny did, would have missed it.
âYouâre so good for me, Bunny.â
âWhatever.â 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. âYou better scream my name so loud everyone outside can hear.â
âMake me.â
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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 sheâs built a small repertoire with. The woman couldnât 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.
âUh, is that Panda? Howâs he out here, ainât he on house arrest?â Sukuna grunted and followed his girlfriendâs gaze.
âHe still has the bracelet on.â She mumbled gibberish as they kept walking. âWhoâs racing?â
âYou were literally right there when they made the decision.â Playful annoyance colored her words. Sukuna didnât pay attention to anyone outside his caliber. âThe youngblood. Itadori, Nobara, Megumi. Heard about this other kid Junpei. Itâs his first race.â
âRunts better not fuck up. If they crash or some shit, the cops are gonna be on our ass.â 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 heâd 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 maleâs arm to get his attention back. âStop staring at the kid, you know he can't stand your ass.â
Rolling her eyes when Sukuna ignored her, she went back to scooping out who here would race with Sukuna and Gojo. She didnât see Nanami, which checked out with his âevery other monthâ rule. The only other person that she had in mind wasnât in her line of sight.
âYou seen Geto-Of course. Hey Geto.â Her dry tone didnât register to the men in front of them. Geto made it a mission to find Sukuna at every event.
âHey Bunny, I heard you were up for grabs in the second race. Can I get in on it?â Before she could open her mouth, Sukuna yanked her into his side.
âGet away from her, bastard. Stop looking at her like sheâs some whore before I cut your eyes out.â Bunny had to stifle a laugh at the last part. Funny how the man who called her âhis personal whoreâ would say that. Regardless, her heart melted from Sukuna defending her honor, or whatever was being questioned.
âAwh, so violent.âGeto pouted before winking at her and mouthing ânext time'. Sukuna tskâd, ready to take some anger out on the bastard harassing them.
The collective crowdâs 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 heâs a fan of the kids.
âYou ready?â three cars revved for confirmation, one hesitated before joining in.
â3. 2. 1. Go!â
Nobaraâs 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.
âBunbun! I hope you said your goodbyes to Sukuna. Soon as I win, Iâll scoop your fine ass up and weâll head back to my place.â
Gojo taunted as his lithe body slithered up to Sukunaâs 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.
âNobody touches what mine. Try and touch her again and you die.â 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 didnât ruin their fun had no room for error or delayed updates.
âTheyâre on the bridge!â
âMegumi and Nobara are in the lead!â
âFuck, I got money on the pink-haired kid!â 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 Megumiâs sleek black honda had been on her ass the entire time.
âCâmon brat,â 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.
Bunnyâs brown hand caressed his tattooed face, she already knew what was on her boyfriendâs mind. She couldnât deny her curiosity about Megumi had been piqued for a while.
âMegumiâs in the lead!â The update brought cheers and curses out of the onlookers. Bunny heard a few excited and sultry âGumi!â from some of the population. So the kid had his own groupies, another fan favorite in the making.
âItadori!â
âYes, come on kid. Bring it home.â
âGumiâs not gonna lose, pipe down bitch.â
âWhat the FUCK is that kid doing!?â 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 kidâs inexperience showing, while the car caught up to the other drivers. âHeâs gonna crash!â
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.
âItadoriâs right infront of him!
âIf they crash then the N2O will-â Like a prophet, the crowd watched the spectatorâs words come true. Junpei rear-ended Itadoriâs vehicle, sending both cars into a spin. Nobara barely jerked herself out of the way. But that wasnât the worst of it.
Nitrous Oxide, while not a combustible gas, is a damn good accelerant to a pre-existing fire.
âHOLY FUCK!â Bunny yelped as two cars caught fire on the bridge. Itadori swerved and busted through the railings of the bridge. Everyone watch the kidâs canary yellow Volkswagon fall a good 300 meters before hitting the water. Faintly she could hear Gojo curse up a storm.
âOh my god, heâs dead!â
âScatter. The cops are coming!â Mister Yoshi yelled, sending the crowd into further pandemonium. Sukunaâs feet didnât 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 girlfriendâs 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.
âFucking go!â
âShut up, no backseat driving.â 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 didnât matter. He couldnât go back to jail. And Bunny, well-
âI canât get arrested, the schoolâll fire me! Assistant principal already hates me.â She whined. Sukuna grunted. He often forgot how different their backgrounds were.
âWonât let that happen, little Bunny. Hold tight!â 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.
âFucking move it-â the sound of a phone ringing interrupted his gruff yelling. Bunny fumbled with the phone, his, before answering with a wary hello.
âPut me on speaker BunBun.â She did not.
âGojo?â
âFucking end the call. Mânot dealing with his mouth outside of racinââ Sukuna commanded, his already unyielding grip on the steering wheel growing tighter in agitation. Bunny bit her bottom lip, tuning ino her boyfriendâs 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 Gojoâs voice hadnât stopped assaulting his ears and nerves. The look in his girlâs eye told him all he needed to know. âBunny. End it. Now.â
The ending beep came quick. Sukuna smirked and glanced back at the mirror.
âGood girl.â
Chuckles erupted out his muscular chest as Bunny punched the back of his seat, knowing he read her right. âStop it, woman. This is the thanks I get for getting us home safe?â
Her punches slowed to the occasional tap against the dark leather upholstery. The engine roared as the gears switched, pitch-black tires twisted at Sukunaâs direction, taking the couple off the main road to the side street. âYouâre not getting fired this time, tell that bitch to fuck off or kill herself.â
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 didnât fight the grin taking over the bottom half of his face as he put his car in park, shaking her out of a trance.
Bunnyâs head swiveled to the window. Huh, they were back at the shop. She didnât 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.
âWhere's my thanks, woman?â Bunny licked her suddenly dry lips.
âThank you.â Her round nose scrunched from feeding his ego.
âAht, aht, aht. Thank you, what?â He growled while swooping down to slip an arm under her legs. His other hand toyed with one of her several dangling earrings. âUse those manners you love to boast about.â
âThank you, Suki.â 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.
âThatâs not my name. Say my name.â
âI did. Itâs Suki.â The grin on his face spelled her doom. Bunnyâs thighs clenched.
âLooks like I have to retrain my bunny. And you were doing so well, baby. Is my pet being a brat?â 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. âIâm giving you one last chance, whatâs my name?â
âRumplestilskin. â A slap on her ass pushed a squeal out her mouth to follow her sass.
âAlright, you wanna play bunny? Daddy can do that.â Bunny couldnât 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.
âDonât 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.â Bunnyâs 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.
âSlut me out.â 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.
âYeah? You just cock hungry? That why you said yes to the bet?â At her nod, Sukuna climbed onto the mattress and straddled her hips. His pants were still on, with his belt and zipper undone carelessly. âThatâs not good, Bunny. You canât act like that, theyâll start thinking youâre not getting fucked right.â
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.
âAm I not fucking you right, my little pet?â Bunnyâs neck snapped as she shook her head vehemently as if her action would erase the devastated tone in her boyfriendâs question. âDonât lie baby. I havenât been doing a good job-â
âSuki!â 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.
âThatâs the only logical explanation for why my sweet pet tried to whore herself out, why sheâs been a brat since we got home?â
âSuki, wait! Youâve been good to me, so good. Iâm sorry-Ah, fuck!!â 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. âFuck!â
âSuch a dirty mouth, I should correct that too while I have you on my lap.â Her whimpers were music to his ears. Another smack, this one not followed by a curse in an effort to change her fate. âOh pet, you tryna be good for me now? Itâs too late.â
âSukuna, stop! At least take off your rings before you break the skin.â Even over his lap, Bunny couldnât resist mouthing off. One of the many traits that he loved about her.
âWhy should I? You know I love seeing you bleed for me. Now, enough talking.â His palm struck again, and again, alternating between her cheeks with no real rhyme or reason to it. âYouâre not supposed to be talking. I need to retrain you, youâve forgotten the rules.â
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.
âGood bunny, are the lessons starting to sink in? I can do this all night.â 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.
âWhy you squirming, pet? Tryna tell me something? Spread your legs, baby. Let Daddy see.â His breath hitched when she followed his instruction, slick from her cunt flowing freely to stain his skin. âGood bunny.â
âKuna, yes!â 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.
âYouâre so wet from your punishment, just like I trained you to be, pet. Such a good girl, remembering her lessons, huh?â His thumb toyed with her bundle of nerves, flicking it in time with his pace until a whine left Bunnyâs throat. âBack to being my angel, baby?â
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. Sheâll have enough when he deemed fit and not a moment sooner.
âMy bunny, my bunny, my sweet little bunny. Youâre so close my fingers can barely move. Cum on my hand. Give it to me. On a silver platter. Like I trained you to.â His demand fell on deaf ears, her senses overloaded the longer he rolled and flicked her clit. Bunnyâs heart banged itself against her chest. Only when Sukuna eased up did the roar in her ears quiet down.
âPlease, Sukuna. Donât stop. I-â Dear god, her pussy ached. Her climax was right there. He stopped right when she was about to cross the finish line.
âDonât worry, Bunny.â 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.
âIâm not stopping anytime soon. Engineâs all revved up. I think you said something about seeing the winnerâs circle?â
Next
The Race: Lap 2 (preview)
âIf youâre not here to clear your debt, Iâm gonna have to ask you to leave, Gojo. Technically youâre not even âsposed to be allowed within 20 meters of our doors.â
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 âlibrarian smile.â 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.
âWhat if I did come to pay off my debt, hm? I can stay?â 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?
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 sheâs built a small repertoire with. The woman couldnât 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.
âUh, is that Panda? Howâs he out here, ainât he on house arrest?â Sukuna grunted and followed his girlfriendâs gaze.
âHe still has the bracelet on.â She mumbled gibberish as they kept walking. âWhoâs racing?â
âYou were literally right there when they made the decision.â Playful annoyance colored her words. Sukuna didnât pay attention to anyone outside his caliber. âThe youngblood. Itadori, Nobara, Megumi. Heard about this other kid Junpei. Itâs his first race.â
âRunts better not fuck up. If they crash or some shit, the cops are gonna be on our ass.â 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 heâd 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 maleâs arm to get his attention back. âStop staring at the kid, you know he can't stand your ass.â
Rolling her eyes when Sukuna ignored her, she went back to scooping out who here would race with Sukuna and Gojo. She didnât see Nanami, which checked out with his âevery other monthâ rule. The only other person that she had in mind wasnât in her line of sight.
âYou seen Geto-Of course. Hey Geto.â Her dry tone didnât register to the men in front of them. Geto made it a mission to find Sukuna at every event.
âHey Bunny, I heard you were up for grabs in the second race. Can I get in on it?â Before she could open her mouth, Sukuna yanked her into his side.
âGet away from her, bastard. Stop looking at her like sheâs some whore before I cut your eyes out.â Bunny had to stifle a laugh at the last part. Funny how the man who called her âhis personal whoreâ would say that. Regardless, her heart melted from Sukuna defending her honor, or whatever was being questioned.
âAwh, so violent.âGeto pouted before winking at her and mouthing ânext time'. Sukuna tskâd, ready to take some anger out on the bastard harassing them.
The collective crowdâs 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 heâs a fan of the kids.
âYou ready?â three cars revved for confirmation, one hesitated before joining in.
â3. 2. 1. Go!â
Nobaraâs 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.
âBunbun! I hope you said your goodbyes to Sukuna. Soon as I win, Iâll scoop your fine ass up and weâll head back to my place.â
Gojo taunted as his lithe body slithered up to Sukunaâs 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.
âNobody touches what mine. Try and touch her again and you die.â 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 didnât ruin their fun had no room for error or delayed updates.
âTheyâre on the bridge!â
âMegumi and Nobara are in the lead!â
âFuck, I got money on the pink-haired kid!â 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 Megumiâs sleek black honda had been on her ass the entire time.
âCâmon brat,â 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.
Bunnyâs brown hand caressed his tattooed face, she already knew what was on her boyfriendâs mind. She couldnât deny her curiosity about Megumi had been piqued for a while.
âMegumiâs in the lead!â The update brought cheers and curses out of the onlookers. Bunny heard a few excited and sultry âGumi!â from some of the population. So the kid had his own groupies, another fan favorite in the making.
âItadori!â
âYes, come on kid. Bring it home.â
âGumiâs not gonna lose, pipe down bitch.â
âWhat the FUCK is that kid doing!?â 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 kidâs inexperience showing, while the car caught up to the other drivers. âHeâs gonna crash!â
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.
âItadoriâs right infront of him!
âIf they crash then the N2O will-â Like a prophet, the crowd watched the spectatorâs words come true. Junpei rear-ended Itadoriâs vehicle, sending both cars into a spin. Nobara barely jerked herself out of the way. But that wasnât the worst of it.
Nitrous Oxide, while not a combustible gas, is a damn good accelerant to a pre-existing fire.
âHOLY FUCK!â Bunny yelped as two cars caught fire on the bridge. Itadori swerved and busted through the railings of the bridge. Everyone watch the kidâs canary yellow Volkswagon fall a good 300 meters before hitting the water. Faintly she could hear Gojo curse up a storm.
âOh my god, heâs dead!â
âScatter. The cops are coming!â Mister Yoshi yelled, sending the crowd into further pandemonium. Sukunaâs feet didnât 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 girlfriendâs 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.
âFucking go!â
âShut up, no backseat driving.â 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 didnât matter. He couldnât go back to jail. And Bunny, well-
âI canât get arrested, the schoolâll fire me! Assistant principal already hates me.â She whined. Sukuna grunted. He often forgot how different their backgrounds were.
âWonât let that happen, little Bunny. Hold tight!â 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.
âFucking move it-â the sound of a phone ringing interrupted his gruff yelling. Bunny fumbled with the phone, his, before answering with a wary hello.
âPut me on speaker BunBun.â She did not.
âGojo?â
âFucking end the call. Mânot dealing with his mouth outside of racinââ Sukuna commanded, his already unyielding grip on the steering wheel growing tighter in agitation. Bunny bit her bottom lip, tuning ino her boyfriendâs 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 Gojoâs voice hadnât stopped assaulting his ears and nerves. The look in his girlâs eye told him all he needed to know. âBunny. End it. Now.â
The ending beep came quick. Sukuna smirked and glanced back at the mirror.
âGood girl.â
Chuckles erupted out his muscular chest as Bunny punched the back of his seat, knowing he read her right. âStop it, woman. This is the thanks I get for getting us home safe?â
Her punches slowed to the occasional tap against the dark leather upholstery. The engine roared as the gears switched, pitch-black tires twisted at Sukunaâs direction, taking the couple off the main road to the side street. âYouâre not getting fired this time, tell that bitch to fuck off or kill herself.â
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 didnât fight the grin taking over the bottom half of his face as he put his car in park, shaking her out of a trance.
Bunnyâs head swiveled to the window. Huh, they were back at the shop. She didnât 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.
âWhere's my thanks, woman?â Bunny licked her suddenly dry lips.
âThank you.â Her round nose scrunched from feeding his ego.
âAht, aht, aht. Thank you, what?â He growled while swooping down to slip an arm under her legs. His other hand toyed with one of her several dangling earrings. âUse those manners you love to boast about.â
âThank you, Suki.â 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.
âThatâs not my name. Say my name.â
âI did. Itâs Suki.â The grin on his face spelled her doom. Bunnyâs thighs clenched.
âLooks like I have to retrain my bunny. And you were doing so well, baby. Is my pet being a brat?â 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. âIâm giving you one last chance, whatâs my name?â
âRumplestilskin. â A slap on her ass pushed a squeal out her mouth to follow her sass.
âAlright, you wanna play bunny? Daddy can do that.â Bunny couldnât 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.
âDonât 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.â Bunnyâs 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.
âSlut me out.â 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.
âYeah? You just cock hungry? That why you said yes to the bet?â At her nod, Sukuna climbed onto the mattress and straddled her hips. His pants were still on, with his belt and zipper undone carelessly. âThatâs not good, Bunny. You canât act like that, theyâll start thinking youâre not getting fucked right.â
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.
âAm I not fucking you right, my little pet?â Bunnyâs neck snapped as she shook her head vehemently as if her action would erase the devastated tone in her boyfriendâs question. âDonât lie baby. I havenât been doing a good job-â
âSuki!â 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.
âThatâs the only logical explanation for why my sweet pet tried to whore herself out, why sheâs been a brat since we got home?â
âSuki, wait! Youâve been good to me, so good. Iâm sorry-Ah, fuck!!â 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. âFuck!â
âSuch a dirty mouth, I should correct that too while I have you on my lap.â Her whimpers were music to his ears. Another smack, this one not followed by a curse in an effort to change her fate. âOh pet, you tryna be good for me now? Itâs too late.â
âSukuna, stop! At least take off your rings before you break the skin.â Even over his lap, Bunny couldnât resist mouthing off. One of the many traits that he loved about her.
âWhy should I? You know I love seeing you bleed for me. Now, enough talking.â His palm struck again, and again, alternating between her cheeks with no real rhyme or reason to it. âYouâre not supposed to be talking. I need to retrain you, youâve forgotten the rules.â
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.
âGood bunny, are the lessons starting to sink in? I can do this all night.â 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.
âWhy you squirming, pet? Tryna tell me something? Spread your legs, baby. Let Daddy see.â His breath hitched when she followed his instruction, slick from her cunt flowing freely to stain his skin. âGood bunny.â
âKuna, yes!â 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.
âYouâre so wet from your punishment, just like I trained you to be, pet. Such a good girl, remembering her lessons, huh?â His thumb toyed with her bundle of nerves, flicking it in time with his pace until a whine left Bunnyâs throat. âBack to being my angel, baby?â
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. Sheâll have enough when he deemed fit and not a moment sooner.
âMy bunny, my bunny, my sweet little bunny. Youâre so close my fingers can barely move. Cum on my hand. Give it to me. On a silver platter. Like I trained you to.â His demand fell on deaf ears, her senses overloaded the longer he rolled and flicked her clit. Bunnyâs heart banged itself against her chest. Only when Sukuna eased up did the roar in her ears quiet down.
âPlease, Sukuna. Donât stop. I-â Dear god, her pussy ached. Her climax was right there. He stopped right when she was about to cross the finish line.
âDonât worry, Bunny.â 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.
âIâm not stopping anytime soon. Engineâs all revved up. I think you said something about seeing the winnerâs circle?â
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 couldnât follow through on, OOC Sukuna (donât say anything I need comfort), my brand of humor, barely edited
Series Masterlist | Previously
âWell, if it isnât little bunbun. Why are you here? Got fired for being a bad role model to the youth?â 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 tskâd, 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.
âIf youâre not here to clear your debt, Iâm gonna have to ask you to leave, Gojo. Technically youâre not even âsposed to be allowed within 20 meters of our doors.â
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 âlibrarian smile.â 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.
âWhat if I did come to pay off my debt, hm? I can stay?â 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?
âFuck me, Bunbun! This is insane! What type of operation are you running?â 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.
âYou have a bad habit of renting movies and never returning them. You rented âReturn of the Maskâ and âBellyâ five years ago. Should I ask why those two movies were rented at the same time?â
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.
âYou know, now that youâre clear we can take down your mugshot on the bulletin board. Wanna take it home?â
The wide grin was all the answer she needed.
***
âBunny, we need to restock our hygiene packs tonight. Glen said weâre down to five and it's only getting hotter out there.â
âIâll get on it after I take my break.â 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.
Thatâs 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 Bunnyâs lap before leaving for the day. Granted, at this location, Bunny didnât 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 cityâs 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 grandmotherâs red beans and rice tonight?
Thoughts now focused on food and related topics, she unchecked the box next to âsocksâ 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 childrenâs 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.
âYuji?â
***
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.
âCome here and taste this broth, Iâm not sure if I added enough paste.â 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.
âSukiâŠâ 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.
âGood. Could use some lemon or citrus for some tang.â Sukuna eyed her with thought, taking her suggestion as he slurped the remaining broth, smacking his mouth to extract any hidden flavor.
âNo. Thatâll mess up the balance. This is why we canât cook together.â
âWe canât cook together because you like to hog the front right burner.â
âItâs the best one.â
âItâs the biggest one and is supposed to be used for big pots, not frying a single egg.â 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. â Suki-â
âAgree to disagree. Why are you wincing? Got into another fight with that old hag?â
âFortunately no. She learned her lesson the last time.â 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.
âGood. 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.â Or maybe not like a bandaid or like shrapnel. Instead, just like a rug being ripped from under her orthopedic loafers.
âCome on Yuji, he knows.â 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. âHowâd you know?â
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.
âMy 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.â
As she followed his demand, Bunny fell even more in love with her boyfriend.
****
Sukuna, Yuji decided after smelling the first decent meal heâs 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 didnât 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-
âFucking 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 thatâs happening in a week?â
âYou?â
âMe. I wanted to cuss the bitch out for pulling that shit but Iâm scared she might have a degradation kink or something. Yâknow last employee evaluation I swear to god that hoe had stars in her eyes when Boss yelled at her about her performance.â Bunny ranted as her hands set the table, paying no mind to the opening notes of pork being cooked.
âGeshin⊠that's the guy who just had a baby, right?â
âYep, and thatâs his fifth baby this year. Man needs to get locked up at this point. Heâs trying to become the next Genghis Khan. I donât 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.â
âDamn, thatâs crazy.â At his commentary, she cut her eyes to look at the back of his head.
âWhat did you do today?â The roar of the pork being seared and fat popping against the heat of the pan set the ambiance in their kitchen.
âNothing. Worked on my jobs, bought some shit online, got a call from the old man for the next race.â
âOh yeah? When and where?â
âNext Weekend. It's a collab with some other organizers in the outskirts. The track is legit.â 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 whoâs been tending to the same wild animal for decades.
âNext week?â 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 manâs 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.
âI know, you have that convention.â 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.
âThanks for the food.â
Yuji had not finished closing his mouth around the first bite before the older man probed him.
âAlright brat, start talking.â
Shifting the hot pork to the side of his mouth, Yuji spoke. âGot 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.â
âThey say weâre all one emergency from being homeless,â Sukuna muttered. Yuji took a stab at another piece of greasy steaming pork. Bunny quietly placed more food on the kidâs plate.
âThey were right. I donât have a dollar to my name. My car got compounded. No family. This is the first meal Iâve had this week.â
âOh YujiâŠâ At her sorrowed tone, Sukunaâs lip pulled in one direction. Good thing they never threw out her old futon.
***
âWhat a day,â 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.
âI bet. On top of your job, now you want to become a mother.â
âNot a mother. A helping hand, thatâs all. A fun auntie at most. Yuji is only 16, too young to be on the streets.â 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.
âYou and your bleeding heart. I canât even begin to understand how you end up in these situations. He better not steal shit out of my office.â 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.
âHeâs a good kid. On the train, he basically sat between me and everyone else like a guard dog.â 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 Sukunaâs dick.
âOh, 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-â
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 wouldnât even take a simple cockwarming session with her energy so low.
âCâmon, Kuna. Be serious. Tell me you would have left him on the street looking like that?â
âI could have.â A glare had Sukuna retract his statement. Lifting a hand from her frame to wipe the droplets from his face, he ceded. âI get it. Fine, lets take the kid in for a bit, until heâs back on his feet.â
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. âHe can help you in the shop.â
âMmm, no. Sorry Bunny. This is your stray, your responsibility. Ask âim if he ever finished school. Get him a GED or some shit.â
âLike trade school.â
âFuck, go ahead and adopt the kid.â 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 heâs 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 Bunnyâs chagrin.
âYâso tense, Bunny. I think you need a massage.â 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.
âMm, that sounds nice.â
âCâmon pet, lets get you dry, huh?â 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.
âGo lay on the bed, pet. Iâll get the body oil.â
***
âOh fuck, Kuna. Thank you, baby!â She moaned into the cotton sheets, her breath caught on the last syllable and making her high-pitched at the end. Sukunaâs 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.
âWelcome 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.â 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 didnât have to ride she wouldnât 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.
âOh fuck, bunny. I know you feel me.â He groaned as he bucked his hips, his dick sliding along the crack of her ass.
âI do but- Iâm so tired, Kunabear.â 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. âAnd, Yuji might hear us.â
âSo just spread those pretty legs, toot that ass up for me, and bite down on a pillow so the kid doesnât hear his savior getting fucked.â His fingers ran up her slit, collecting the escaped slick to rub against her clit. âShit,â his hips bucked again, mindlessly rutting his dick against her oiled flesh. âAlways wet for me, no matter what your mouth says, that pussy will always listen to me.â
âI-ah, fuck me. Here, damn.â 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. âGimma a kiss at leastâ
âHow about ten?â
***
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 Sukunaâs hairy eyeball from across the room. It took everything in her to not laugh at him angrily stabbing his breakfast quiche.
âDonât give me that look.â She scoffed. Her boyfriend rolled his eyes, too tired to start shit with a sleep deprived Bunny.
âJust make me a cup too. Gotta finish a couple projects today so I need to head out in a few. You going anywhere today?â
âNo. Iâll be doing laundry and picking up after your mess.â
âThatâs you hair in the drain baby. Donât put that shit on me.â As they went back and forth, the stairs creaked under the weight of a body coming downstairs.
âMorning. Coffee?â 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 Yujiâs 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 Sukunaâs wild hair. Wordlessly, he offered her a piece of his quiche.
âSleep okay? I know the futon is old and seen better days?â 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.
âFutonâs fine. You guys were loud.â
Sukuna had to place his mug back on the table to avoid spilling it at the bratâs words. Red eyes attempted to meet his girlfriendâs but she had her head turned down to avoid any contact.
Yuji wanted to apologize for his comment, which was actually an understatement. From Yujiâs perspective last night, heâs 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.
âClose your ears next time.â 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.
âSorry.â
âI donât give a rat's ass if you hear.â Sukuna replied, collecting his dishes and sipping the last of his coffee. âWe do fuck loud and often. So if thatâs a problem you should probably leave now.â
Yuji grimaced. He and Sukuna both knew putting up with a little noise was infinitely better than sleeping outside again.
âBunny, Iâm out!â 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.
âTake âim with you!â The men looked at each other again. Sukuna scanned the kid up and down, eyeing Yujiâs build and hands before grunting.
âYou ever worked on cars?â
âYeah. I can do the basics.â Yuji offered, hurriedly stuffing his feet into his shoes by the door.
âYeah, well youâll be doing filter changes and refilling wiper fluid. Letâs go.â