DO YOU THINK YOU CAN FOOL HINAKO?

He wins almost every race.

There's no joke about his prodigy status, especially when he's been training some new kids on the block named Megumi and Yuta. Though, not many, in fact no one outside of you and Satoru knew about the two kids personally. Having to take care of them, since the fushiguro's father and mother weren't in the picture anymore.

"we're parents!" He had squealed to you when you were helping Megumi brush his teeth one morning, since the five year old was sleepy and down with a cold. It didn't matter if you were in a robe, looking tired and annoyed, you'd always look soooo fine to Gojo when you were with his (adopted) kids.

Despite the crowd of women flocking to his car after races or even before them at the showcases, his eyes remained on one woman. You.

And yet, he still entertained girls now and then with flirty comments and glances, just to see you jealous. "Pleaseeee?" The girl begged, as she was offering a marker to the white haired racer an hour before the race was set to begin. Her lips jutted out in a petulant pout to appear more cute, while her other hand was pointing at her dangerous amount of cleavage.

Satoru, knowing exactly what he was doing, bit his bottom lip and smirked, "hell yeah. Keep those tits steady, can't mess up my autograph," he raised an eye brow and tilted his head to the right, smiling at the blushing woman.

Taking the marker out of her hand, he popped off the cap with his teeth, one hand out to steady her while the other was rapidly signing his signature. Even taking the time to poorly draw a little chibi of himself and his car on her skin. A flick of his wrist and he's flipping a coin, watching it flip in the air as he muttered to himself with a smirk, "heads and I get a kiss..." before landing it smack on the back of his opposite hand and smirking down at it.

"Tails, she's pissed at me."

He staggered into the sleek car, opening the shiny car door softly and trying to gauge your reaction. Your head turned away from him, only able to see a small glimpse of your face in the reflection of the window. Not even a greeting, he could practically feel the anger seething off you.

"Satoru," you talked to him flatly as he felt a strange thrill tingle down him, not your usual calls of "..'toru!" In a whiny tone. He squealed out happily and reached out his arms quickly, trying to get a feel of his favourite girl.

You stopped him halfway, hand outreached and pressing your palm flat to his face, his dark tinted sunglasses smushed against his face. His eyes squeezed shut as he didn't bother to even remove your hand, just continuing to try and reach out to hold you.

"Babyyy, are you mad at me? C'mon, you know I didn't do anything bad!" He pouted playfully and tried to reach out further again to hold you.

You grumbled, lips downward in a small frown and your lower lip jutted out in a small pout. He was close enough to smell the strong musk of his cologne, you liked to joke about it being 'illegal cologne for criminals' when you were not annoyed with Satoru. Right now was not one of those times.

"Satoru. I know what I saw," you scoffed and let go of his face to jerk your thumb back over your shoulder, pointing at the girl still outside the car window nearby. "You think it's a joke? I'm being serious, you're gonna end up sleeping on the..." you trailed off confused before grumbling his name in a louder, high pitched tone when he pulled out a small coke bag from the pocket of his leather jacket.

"I swear to god if you snort cocaine before a race, when I'm mad at you—" you paused to snatch away the baggy and stuff it down the side of the car you were in. "—I'm never seeing you again and you can say goodbye to... sleeping with me, holding my hand..." you continued to rattle off on your fingers.

Satoru sighed but smirked, reaching out to hold your hands in his, pressing kisses onto your knuckles when you tried to punch him. "Are you jealous, pretty girl?"

His teasing question was mean with your deadpanned face, completely unamused and thinking long strings of swears towards him.

He chuckled before leaning over to kiss at your forehead, even while you grumbled and halfheartedly tried to push him off of you. "C'mon, as if you'd ever be able to to refuse sleeping with THE Satoru Gojo," he scoffed proudly and leaned back in his own chair, blue eyes staring into yours.

"Plus I looooove you, isn't that enough? I wouldn't ever cheat," he argued earnestly, enough to make you pout and falter in your annoyance a little. You knew Satoru. Knew that from being such a high status, as being the clan leader of the 'Gojo Clan', the only recent successor to have one of those special knacks for dealing with cars and having multiple eyes just to know what races he would win and what ones he wouldn't, he would've cast you aside already if he wasn't serious about being exclusive with you.

He's already got a lot on his plate, the recent drug busts at where he would usually have Nanami deal, and rivalling Sukuna, the leader of the Ryomen clan for so long, maybe he was just tired and it looked like—

"Besides, I barely stared at her tits for like, what? 4 seconds? I stare at your tits like all the time—" he was casually admitting with that signature smirk, before letting out some playful exaggerated grunts when you punched his chest and shoulder repeatedly. "—uff pretty girl did I say something wrong? C'mon, why are you punching the most handsome man in the universe? Is this to do with that ovulation cycle reminder notification on your phone? You can just ask nicely for me to fuck—"

He was in the middle of playfully teasing you, before hearing the annoying growl of an engine drive in front of him towards the race line. Sukuna leaning out of his car with a scowl, "Yah, are you still parked here? I mean, I know I'm a strong racer but giving up sooooo easily?" He smirked before sticking out his tongue and pulling down at his lower eye lid just to piss Satoru off. He was eventually pulled back into his car by his girlfriend, out of view for you and Satoru to see.

You sighed when Satoru didn't pause to start up the sleek, illegally modified car and quickly pulled up to the start line of the race. "Look, all I'm asking is that you stop... are you even listening to me right now?" You glared at Satoru.

Meanwhile, Satoru was truly listening to you, but just to piss you off even more, had his eyes playfully undressing the scantily dressed flag girl who was approaching and standing between the two revving cars. He only whined and gently grabbed your hand when you were pinching his ear in retaliation, "okay okay, I'm not gonna stare, let me focus on the race so that asshole can't win."

The red lights flashed down at the two revving cars, dust and flames flying as cheers were heard all around from people watching. All from novice racers to fan girls of Satoru and Sukuna. The loud mechanical beeps as the flag girl shifted the top piece of her race flag bikini, before swiftly raising the two flags in her hands. Satoru's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, shifting the grip as he leaned his head back and cockily glimpsed over at Sukuna's car.

Your hands gripped down on the leather seat with a fast and tight hold, a second before both the flags were lowered quickly. Cars zoomed past her in a flash, the red sleek car initially took the lead.

"Cocky bastard.." Satoru scoffed when seeing Sukuna sticking his tongue out at him for a brief moment when he was whizzing past.

It didn't take long for the whizzing blue car to ram upwards near the last minute of the race. You were busy squeezing your eyes shut and counting down from ten, hoping you didn't throw up. Satoru was getting off on the thrill, on the chase, on the racetrack.

Just as soon as it started, the car stopped to a slow halt. Satoru's hand pulled away from the fancy gadgets and modifications to grab at your thigh, rubbing gently. His breath uneven, despite the cocky smirk that made its way to his lips. His other hand making way through the locks of white hair, a self satisfied expression.

He won. Again.

"Get in the backseat," he breathed out, rubbing your thigh gently before letting go.

You wanted to be mad, to be annoyed at him and set your foot down. To show him just how much he had pushed you this time, to show him just how scary you could be when he tried to get on your bad side. You were bad at that. So bad at it.

The wet shlicks filled the car, rocking it gently on its tires. Parked in some dark corner under a bridge, far away from race or anyone really. Clothes thrown across the car, in random places, as both of your sweat slicked bodies combined. The windows were fogged up, a hand quickly reaching out to draw a shaky smiley face through the fog. You didn't even have the energy or brain to complain to Satoru about being distracted.

Hell, you were distracted. His muscular body completely covering yours in the now sweaty leather seats in the back, his face focused entirely on your expression. White locks sticking to his forehead before he brushed a hand through his hand and grabbed your legs, hitching your ankles over his shoulders.

You whined out his name at the different angle, reaching out your hands for him when he leaned down, essentially folding you in half. "... 'toruuuu.." you whined when he smirked between heavy breaths.

"First time you're calling me that— fuck, tonight, huh? god you're so tight..." He groaned out when tracing a shaky finger over your cheek.

"I'm.. mmh, still mad...!" You tried to whine out, before letting out a high pitched moan when he thrusted in erratically. A breathless chuckle escaped his lips when he stared down, taking in your blissed out expression. "Yeah, pretty girl? Keep going.. ngh— keep complaining while I make you— fuck, cum on my c-cock.."

Oh god. You were so screwed.

ɞ⠀.⠀geto ﾉ⠀suguru ﹗ ໒꒱۪

Geto Suguru, the mechanic.

While specifically working for Satoru as his best friend, everyone had small business dealings with the cunning man. He's the man that all novice racers think of as too good to be working at these street racing events, too pure-hearted and meant for big star companies. Suspected to have a secret child with you, from how gentle he is with the two girls he had fostered a year ago.

But they don't know how he gets when he's angry, how he gets when he knows he can get a jackpot out of manipulating one of the poor little gambling addicts that nanami had trapped in this sick world. They don't know how mean he is behind everyone's back, gossiping and laughing at all the misfortunes befalled on people that never suspected him to be behind it.

You do though.

His little assistant. Always babbling your pretty little head off while showing him all the cool new contraptions and modifications you had made to one of their test cars, showing him the freaky gadgets you had made in your spare time. Flicking his forehead whenever he jokingly insulted you, "mhmmmm, now how about you actually get back to your job that I pay you for doll?" His gossip sessions are met with the most unamused looks from you, "his dumbass went and got caught after I gave him all that counterfeit– hey! Come on, why are you looking at me like that? I told him to not show anyone," he would laugh out before shaking his head and getting back to the engine of the car.

And then it was the other part of your little relationship that neither of you addressed.

The stolen kisses, the make out sessions in the back of Satoru's car that neither of you told him about. He mayyyyy or may not have eaten you in the back of said car before too, and his mean tsking whenever you made a mess and squirted, but it's whatever, you know? But it's not just one sided either! You jerk him off whenever you two are bored in the workshop, or suck him off when he asks all nicely, just... needing a little something to take the edge off.

Free time in the workshop is either spent getting fucked out of your mind by Suguru, or getting high.

"I just wanna get high with my lover ♫" Kalil Uchis's voice sings sweetly in the background, loudly playing from your phone that was forgotten on the console of the car. Suguru scoffed and groaned, throwing his head back before sitting up in the car again and throwing the joint out the window, to be cleaned and dealt with later.

"You always put on this goddamn song... do you need to be so literal?" He questioned you incredulously, "every situation calls for a weirdly specific song."

You only looked at him annoyed in response, too busy grabbing your phone off the console, about to change the song. "You played that one 'mantra' song when getting ready to go out with Shoko and Utahime last weekend, and don't even get me started on our last little 'sleepover' where you started playing motive by Ariana Grande when I was trying to initiate a kiss!"

"I was kidding around!" You giggled at him and shared a small glance at him while he crawled over the dashboard from the driver seat into the back passenger seats where you were. "Also, are you admitting we're lovers?" You cooed at him with a playful pout.

"Ohhh, we're going back into this again?" He said absentmindedly, his eyes everywhere but on you. Throwing some bits and bobs from the seats out the window before settling back next to you.

"I'm gonna play... Love Hangover next if—" you were speaking before you stopped at the feeling of Suguru cupping the back of your neck, his hand warm and rough. Before you even knew it, his lips pressed onto yours, all warm and soft, moving with gentleness that made your thighs ache. You were left wanting more when he pulled away after a seconds, pouting while he looked at you with a deadpan.

"Don't play any other goddamn songs, okay?" He told you, and covered your mouth when you were about to speak. "Just nod or shake your pretty head, doll," he instructed as you nodded.

A beat of silence overtook you both, before he asked a question that made you feel a small throb. His smile was so sweet, you could've mistaken his question for something wholesome if you hadn't actually heard him.

"Do you wanna spread your legs for me, doll?"

You whined and began to subconsciously press your thighs together before nodding at him, while he smirked and began to ease you backwards, spreading your legs, cooing "yeah? Wanna spread your legs for Suguru, doll?"

You hesitated before letting out a soft whine when feeling his hand already trailing up your waist and hooking onto the waistband of the cargo pants you had on, small stains and spills of oil and other car fluids. Your head moved subconsciously, nodding to his request as he smirked at your state and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

God you should really rethink the type of underwear you wear when knowing Suguru's going to do this.

He slid off your jeans with ease, pushing you back to lay down on the seats and spread your legs to accommodate his large shoulders. "Can't I pick a song at least?" You whined with a small pout, while Suguru was busy pushing your underwear aside, into the junction of your thigh and letting out a warm breath at the sight of your glistening folds.

"Yeah yeah, just— don't put on some specific song.." he muttered before leaning in the flat on his thumb to rub over your puffy folds.

Your hands trembled when holding your phone, before giving up when you felt him waste no time in leaning his tongue in and tasting you. Your lips spread by his hands, while he leaned his tongue in to drive kitten licks all over your sensitive spots.

Your hands were still trembling, as you clawed them down to dig into Suguru's scalp, causing him to groan into your sensitive skin. A shiver running down your neck, when he pushed in a finger inside your tight hole, before adding a second and pumping them in unison. "fuuuuck yeah—" he groaned, focusing his tongue to suckle on your puffy clit.

He was a messy eater too, loudly slurping and suckling while you whined and moaned, half embarrassed and half turned on. Your hands tugging on his hair, confused whether you wanted him closer or whether you wanted him to shut up.

"Y-you're so loud..." you stuttered a little, before letting a small whimper of his name slip. He scoffed a little, continuing to suckle and slurp loudly. His voice was muffled against your dripping entrance, too focused on getting you off.

His tongue traced around your clit, flicking his tongue over it before he suckled it up into his mouth. Sucking on it gently as his thumb was beginning to press and shallowly thrust into your tight hole. He groaned softly before licking down and beginning to focus on your hole again, his thumb, still wet and slick from being inside you, was slowly rubbing over your clit.

The car was stuffy, and your clothes felt oh so hot. You just need to get a grounding on your senses, take off all your clothes and just let him take care of you.

"You know I'm not g'nna stop.." was what you could make out of his voice between the lewd noises.

It wasn't long before your thighs began to tremble, your voice rising a pitch higher and your nails digging in gently to his scalp. He could tell the signs, all too familiar with them when he redoubled in his efforts to make you come. With a whine of his name, you came, cumming on his face and leaving his chin, cheeks and lips dripping with your essence.

He pulled away slowly and licked his lips, before using the back of his hand to wipe at just how messy your (neo)essence was on his cheeks and chin.

"Now you wanna bend over for me or what?"

ɞ⠀.⠀nanami ﾉ⠀kento ﹗ ໒꒱۪

He does the dirty work that no one else at the car meet ups do. He's the one pulling up his sleeves, all to keep his wife quiet and safe.

Your husband, as sweet and transparent as he makes himself, he lies. He lies to you so innocently, you have no choice but to believe him! He's doing business, he's keeping you all safe at your shared home, living like a princess. All you have to do is love him, and don't question what he does.

Sure he comes back home with blood on his sleeves a few times, the smell of weed and his palm often seems unnaturally red, but he can't be lying to you! He's Kento Nanami, your husband, the one who doesn't lie.

All you know of his co-workers is that they're lazy and clueless to how his 'industry' really works. What is Kento's industry? ... business. What type of business? And by that question he would've already distracted you and made you forget all about your silly concerns. Sukuna's there for the thrill of beating Satoru Gojo, and Satoru's there for the thrill of the race itself. Neither of them want to 'bore' themselves with recruits for the races.

So while you're sitting all pretty and cozy at home, Kento's rolling back his sleeves and adjusting his tie in the grimy bathroom. Looking dead straight ahead, and hiding his wedding ring into his wallet, before picking up his briefcase and exiting with a sigh.

It's only a few steps on the sticky floors of Shibuya subway before he tilts his head to the side, analysing the man in the hoodie in front of him.

Easy enough.

The young man, with a small stubble and greying eyes looks up from his phone when seeing a smiling Nanami Kento, looking down at him. Nanami doesn't think twice before flicking the cigarette out of the young man's hand and stepping it into the floor with the most charming smile.

"Hey, what the hell man?" The man questioned him, getting riled up and confused. Pushing his hoodie back to reveal the messy black locks of hair on his face, his jumper wasn't zipped up properly either. Revealing a green fast food employee uniform, with the name tag still on, 'Atushi'. He ran a hand through his hair, scoffing at Nanami as the blond man reached out his hand with a business card.

"Please, no need to yell sir. I can tell you're a good man, smart enough to make money..." Kento trailed off, glancing down at the name tag away before chuckling in that unnerving smile again when Atushi snatched the business card out of his hand.

"What's it to you? I'm not here to join your weird multi level marketing scheme—" he was speaking annoyed, eyes reading over the card before raising one of his eyebrows confused. It was all about car racing, and how much money people made within the first week. Too good to be true.

"Are you one of those YouTubers that play pranks on random people? What the hell is this?" He argued back and shook the card in his hands.

"No no, please, good sir, I would never!" Nanami shook his head innocently and smiled at Atushi. Adjusting his tie discreetly, and running a hand through his well groomed blond locks. His lips, although smiling and soft, his eyes only crinkled slightly. Making a small chill run down Atushi's neck, maybe he shouldn't yell so much in a random subway.

"...I do need money, but I'm not doing whatever—" he shook the card in his hand again, "—this is!" He huffed.

Nanami only smiled in response before offering the man two things from his large hands. His name tag, and a small stack of fresh 100,000 yen notes. Atushi looked at Nanami quizzically before glancing down at his chest again, noticing his name tag gone. When the hell did Nanami grab it?

"What— is this some kind of magic trick? I'm telling you man, I'm not interested, I've already got my sister to take care of," Atushi shook his head and scoffed incredulously, hesitating to take his name tag back.

"Your sister, huh?" Nanami tilted his head to the side slightly before continuing. "I'm sure that a responsible man like you would know just how valuable even 100, 000 yen would be. It doesn't take much to earn either, can you drive?"

Atushi hesitated, quacking glancing at Nanami's face and then down at his hands again before looking up into those dark eyes. "I can. Why?"

"Novice races. They're easy, really! You can even bet some money on the pro leagues, and earn huuuge stacks of cash," Nanami persuaded him with that sweet smile. Offering out his hand again. "I'll let you borrow this money from me with no charge, just promise me you'll show up on Friday Night at the place on my card." Kento grinned.

It felt like time had slowed for Atushi, as he hesitated between his two options. His grubby fast food job again, the manager he didn't like, and barely able to pay for Keiko's medical bills. The other option was more tempting, a whole golden goose if he played his cards right.

He took the money.

Kento grinned even wider and threw away the name tag. "You're a smart man. I'm sure you'll spend that money wisely." Little did Atushi know about the word the smooth talking blond man had dragged him into.

Nanami would always return home, making sure to rub off any other smells and return the smell of that rich cologne you had picked out for him on your last anniversary. He felt a bit guilty every now and then when having to talk about how annoying his nonexistent office coworkers were, and convince you that it would be a terrible idea for you to ever visit him at the office.

"I'm making an honest living for us, aren't I? Isn't that enough, darling?" Kento asked in a soft voice when cupping your face and kissing your forehead.

"But... I've only met your office coworkers at our wedding!" You pouted at Kento and huffed softly. You had only met the charming Gojo and Geto at your wedding reception, both of them with their own plus ones and teasing Nanami about how Nanami always kept you away from their 'workplace'.

"Ah, ah, ah" he shushed you quickly with a swift and soft kiss to your lips. Leaving you a little confused and dazed, pouting up at him.

You were about to protest before Nanami cut you off again, pressing his finger to your lips, "I'll invite over Suguru and Satoru for dinner next week, how about that? You can even meet the new intern, Ino." Quietness followed as you thought about it, while he held back that cunning smirk of his when his pretty wife finally shut her mouth.

"No point in dwelling on it now, I've already invited them," he lied to you smoothly and adjusted his tie, loosening it while crawling onto the sofa with you. His hips settling between your thighs, his large warm hands gently pushing your nightgown out of the way. "Hm? And you wore... that piece?"

He raised an eyebrow, amused when glimpsing down at the cute pink number you had on with the little bow at the front, the one Kento loved.

His lips gently pressed onto your plump ones, silencing you while your thighs trembled and ached. Soft whimpers and whines escaping your lips, pressing Kento on to hook his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and sliiiiid them off smoothly. He pulled away from the kiss and held up your underwear, dangling it in front of you.

Your blush and embarrassed whine onto seemed to turn him on more, "Kento!" You squealed and tried to grab at the pink number, before he pulled it out of your reach and tutted at you. "Ah, ah, ah, greedy girl. What have I been teaching you?"

You pouted at his words, watching him stuff the lacy number into the pocket of his pants. "Patience..." you muttered, a little annoyed. He only seemed to smile at your words and kissed your forehead again, more mockingly this time. "Mhm, good job.." he cooed before continuing, "gonna keep this cute little number for later, okay? Save for when I'm all alone and missing.. this.."

He breathed out heavily, parting your legs again gently and sliding a single hand between, rubbing at the slit. "So messy..." he muttered mockingly.

His small teasing touches shifted bolder when he began to kiss you, muffling your small moans and whimpers. Two fingers gently but steadily pumping in and out of your puffy hole, the heel of his palm rubbing against your sensitive clit. You moaned his name out into the kiss, not even having to say a word as he fastened his movements.

"Such a pretty wife f'me.." he whispered into the kiss before pulling away, fingers not stopping in their pumping. He admired your flushed out look for a second before glancing down at where his fingers were so lewdly pumping in and out, small wet squelches could be heard. He smirked before looking back up at your face, cocking his head to the side.

"Stick your tongue out for me darling," he muttered, his free hand trailing up to gently tilt your chin up.

You obliged obediently, making him groan softly, "such an obedient wife for me, aren't you?" He cooed and began to slowly try and sneak a third finger in. When you began to whine and whimper at the intrusion, he leaned in and suckled on the tip of your tongue.

It wasn't long before you came on his hand, warmly coating the tips of his fingers. His hand slowly sliding out after your orgasm, lifting it up to his lips before sucking them clean. Eyes locked onto your dazed and flustered ones, knowing he had successfully distracted you once again. Just like every other time when you tried to question him about anything tied to his job.

"Have you ever thought about having a baby, darling?" He asked, innocently enough for you to believe he was asking from the genuine curiosity and love he had for you. You nodded in response to his question, slurring on your words a little, breathless, "yeah.. sometimes..."

He nodded, before kissing your forehead again. "Wanna spread those pretty legs for me then, darling? Maybe we should do a test round... or two."

ɞ⠀.⠀sukuna ﾉ⠀ryomen ﹗ ໒꒱۪

Sukuna's known for his attitude. Everyone knows not to piss him off.

Everyone knows especially not to mess with his girlfriend, you. Someone flirts with you? Unconscious with a black eye an hour later. Someone compliments you? The most venomous glares ever, as if silently threatening the person to not overstep. Someone bumps into you? You have to physically pull Sukuna back from causing a scene.

He gets especially pissed off whenever he even catches a small glimpse of Gojo's white hair. Someone with blue eyes look at him? He's complaining to you about Gojo again. A white cat crosses the street? He's complaining about Gojo.

You like to tease him though from time to time, "ooooh, I think sukuna's just a little shy and wants to make friends with Satoru!" You'd coo at him.

He'd only glare and deadpan in response, swatting away your hand that was trying to pinch at his chubby cheek.

The worst days for everyone at the car race are when you're mad at him. You don't show up to ride in his car, preferring to stay all cozy in your shared penthouse, giving him the silent treatment when he was glaring at you, holding the keys and tapping his foot impatiently at the front door.

Now that he's being ignored, suddenly it's everyone's problem.

Nanami won't approach him on that day, not even if it's to share good news about the increase in earnings. Suguru makes sure to stay holed up in his workshop, busying himself with anything he possibly can and praying sukuna's car doesn't break down. The novice racers avoid him more than usual, even girls who watch his races know not to bother him when he's in one of his tantrums when you're in an argument with him.

The only person who provokes him and gets away with it is Satoru fucking Gojo.

Teasing him,dreamily and loudly talking about how he got to freely kiss his girlfriend, how wonderful it was to cuddle with her, even flexing about how his arguments were always resolved. It was a true miracle that Satoru wasn't dead by like... his first meeting with sukuna a year ago.

Yet, when Sukuna makes up with you, earning his cuddle and kissing privileges back, he's... nice.

You're holding his hands and kissing his cheeks after he wins a race, and he's trying his best not to make his blush obvious. Looking at you with the most fond eyes ever, as if you had personally hung the stars and created the earth he stood on. He'd break the law for you, buy a billion roses and still buy you even more, he'd burn the world for you if you wanted.

"Mwah! Mwah! Who's my good boy?" you're cooing at him with a smile as sweet as honey, his lips fighting their hardest not to smile back. His cheeks are covered in pink sticky lip gloss, in the shape of your sweet kisses.

"Woman, are you trying to drown me in this–... this?" He tries his best to sound intimidating under the harsh lights of the streetrace venue, hundreds of eyes on him and his opponent. His hands gesturing to his face, a mocking scoff escaping his lips as he looks down at you incredulous.

You return his look back with a playful tilt of your head, playing innocent. "What? My love? My kisses? If you don't want me to–"

Your playful words are cut off when he grabs at your wrists, keeping them near his face as he snarls down at you. His words come on in an embarrassing whisper as he keeps up the annoyed and dominant facade. "What? No–.. now I never said that... you know damn well what I meant, woman. Just–" he trails off, letting go of your wrists to look away with a sigh.

"– Just... continue what we're doing later. When we're back in the car."

Ah yes, his car. His car that's littered in traces of you. The sticky girly lipglosses, little keychains and pins, perfumes that were wayyyyy too expensive but sukuna still bought for you, and of course, all the small polaroids you took of your relationship. The sneakily photographed moments of Sukuna cuddling with you, sleeping and drooling on your chest, mixed in with more purposeful photos that sukuna took of you, or photos that you had asked others to take of you and sukuna.

Because no matter what others say about his attitude, you know Sukuna.

The sweet sukuna that holds your hand the gentlest he can, the sweet sukuna that holds all your bags for you and carries you up the stairs if you're too tired.

The sweet Sukuna that promises to marry you and make you carry his children when he's hitting your cervix in your quiet penthouse, huffing and puffing while the bed creaks loudly. His breath tickling the back of your neck, while he uses one hand to push your face down in the pillow, the other large hand being so mean when he holds at your waist, preventing you from escaping. The sweet Sukuna that fills you up to the brim every other night, and holds you close, muttering all sorts of filthy things in your ear while subtly rocking his hips to harden his softening cock inside you, trying to get just one more round in before you passed out.

No matter what, Sukuna loves you and treats you like a princess.