Criminal Sukuna Drabbles + Bonus (NSFW Version)

criminal sukuna drabbles + bonus (NSFW version)

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criminal sukuna who lasted a month in prison before he had to write his pretty girlfriend a letter begging- asking for a photo. he didn't specify what kind of photo he wanted, but it was pretty obvious considering your awareness of your boyfriend's high libido. he did make sure to remind you that all of his mail got checked, though.

criminal sukuna who didn't even care that the guard smirked at him as he passed over his mail a week later. he was too busy opening up the envelope, eyes swiftly skimming your letter before the photos fell into his lap.

criminal sukuna who smiled for the first time in a while when he saw the photos you'd sent him. one of the two of you a few months into dating, with you pulling a stupid face and him scowling playfully at you. one of you that must have been taken since he got locked up, wearing all of his clothes and slouching against a wall in your bedroom pretending to be him. and then one of you completely naked, on your knees, sitting like a good girl just how he liked, with a sweet smile up at the camera.

criminal sukuna who got his mileage out of those photos within a night or two. he slotted the nude one in the slats of the empty bunk above him, gazing at it as he grunted and groaned into his fist. it was a good thing he got his use out of them quickly, because he was assigned a cellmate not long after.

criminal sukuna who decided that the worst part about prison was the lack of privacy. after catching his cellmate leering at that nude photo one too many times, he hid it away. he felt down about it for a while, but he secretly got just as much enjoyment out of those other dumb photos.

criminal sukuna who began to get more and more handsy every visiting time, since he had no goddamn privacy to get himself off anymore. he offloaded most of his sexual frustration onto you, sweet conversations about what you'd been up to being broken up by his mutters of how bad he needed you, how he couldn't stop dreaming about fucking that pretty little-

criminal sukuna who was surprised when he found out that you had taken his complaining seriously and managed to get a private slot of 'one-on-one' time in the back room. there was a panic button and a guard posted outside, but it was like a gift from divinity to your boyfriend.

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His eyes were on you as soon as the guard opened the door. Even though you'd tried to come visit every week for the last few months, something about the way those amber eyes were locked onto you made your heart beat faster. If you ignored the clanging of the keys as his cuffs were unlocked, it was like the first time all over again.

He didn't wait for the guard to leave before he was striding towards you. You managed to take a few steps back and buy time until the door slammed shut. Then he was on you.

"Baby." It sounded like a warning when he murmured that soft word against your lips. His forehead rested against yours, hands finding your hips and gripping like he was never going to let go again. "My baby. Do you know what I'm gonna do to you?"

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him. Part of you wanted to tell him to slow down, to savour this slot of time because it might be the only closeness you had until he was released. But you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips, see the thin restraint he was still clinging onto. He needed this, needed you. And you needed it too.

"Sukuna..." You breathed his name softly, watching his eyes flutter slightly. "If you're not gonna fuck me hard enough to feel you till you're back home, you're wasting our precious time."

A slow smile crept over his lips. You felt your chest rising and falling heavily as you looked up at him, waiting for that inevitable snap of his control. His fingers brushed the side of your face lightly. Your eyes shut as he closed the little distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. It was brief, and you opened your eyes expecting to see a gentle, loving look on his face. Instead, he was looking at you like he was about to eat you alive.

"S-Sukuna-"

"Don't you dare run," he muttered against your lips. "What did you want, sweet girl? Oh, yeah. You want me to fuck you hard enough you won't miss me anymore, right?" Your heart stuttered in your chest and you gave a soft, cautious nod. "Better bend over for me then, pretty."

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"Ah- ah- 'kuna, please-"

His hand was beside your head, splayed against the brick wall. He'd had you over the table, on the chair, and now against the wall. You'd thought your boyfriend was crazy in bed already, but this was another side of him.

"Ngh- fucking take it, this is what you wanted. Wanted to fu-fucking feel it." He was panting behind you, his fingers bruising your hip as he thrust into you from behind. The pace he had set was brutal, and after two rounds both of you were getting close to being spent. But his refusal to slow down told you he intended to make the most out of every second he had inside you.

His fingers flexed against your hip as he angled himself ever so slightly differently, and then you were seeing stars. Your cheek was pressed against the cool wall, mindless moans and pleads spilling from your swollen lips. He'd been careful with your face, making sure he didn't smear your makeup or ruin your hair; he didn't want the guards and other inmates getting to gawk at his work. But it was a different story everywhere else. He'd left bruises and love-bites everywhere he could reach. Your ass was still stinging from the slaps he'd rained down when he'd been fucking you over the table. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal.

Suddenly, his hand left the wall, coming down to join the other on your hips. He pushed even closer, sandwiching you between the wall and his strong body. You moaned helplessly as you felt him rutting his hips into you, barely pulling out before he was pushing back in. In this position, he was practically humping you, and you could feel his desperation to have you close.

"'kunnaaa-"

Your needy whine earned you a groan from him, his mouth sucking at your neck as he kept up his animalistic movements. "Missed you so much, you know that? Can't- fuck- Can't think of anything else. Just my baby." He panted for a few seconds, listening to your soft mewls. "Did you miss me, baby? Your pussy's telling me so, but I wanna hear it from your lips."

You could barely keep your teary eyes open. It felt like you had melted into putty, just a well-loved doll for him to fuck into oblivion. "Mi-Missed you, Sukuna, missed you s-so much..."

"Yeah?" He grunted, feeling himself getting close. One of his hands wandered from your hip, dipping down to glide through your folds. He felt where he was buried inside you, then settled his fingers higher, making tight circles around your clit. You gasped and melted further into him. "Tell me how much you missed me."

You could barely think straight, fingers gripping desperately at his wrist, unsure if you wanted him to rub your clit harder or let go completely. "S-Sooo much, 'kuna, swear missed you so much, ngh..."

He chuckled softly in your ear. "'Sooo much', baby?"

You nodded helplessly, whining out his name. "Sukuna... please..."

"What's that, baby? Need to come?"

How he had the energy to tease you even now, you had no idea. "Please! Pl-Please, 'kuna-" You choked on your own breath as he doubled his efforts, somehow pushing deeper inside you and rubbing more firmly on your clit. "Ahhh!"

"Come for me, baby. Last one now, promise," he whispered in your ear. He was struggling to hold himself back from his peak now, but he was determined to give you another one before he came himself. "Come on, pretty. Show 'kuna how much you missed him."

Your grip tightened on his wrist. "Ah! S-So good-"

"That's my girl, good girl."

You clenched down on him, managing a hoarse whisper of his name before you were going slack in his arms. He chuckled, hands shifting to make sure you didn't hurt your head on the wall. And then, even while you were bathing in your own orgasm, he picked up the pace again. It didn't take many more mean pumps of his cock inside you before he came. And, when he did come, he made a fucking mess.

"Ohhh, shi-shit, baby, fucking shit-" He swore he died for a second. "So good for me, god-" He leaned forwards, sweaty chest flush against your back as he twitched inside you. You let out a breathy sigh as you felt him fill you up. He panted into your neck. "Ngh- f-fuck.."

"'s not usually you that's messy, Sukuna," you murmured from where you were pressed between him and the wall.

He grumbled something unintelligible, shaking off his daze. Slowly, he straightened up. His grip tightened on your hips for a moment. Instead of just pulling out, he lifted you up and off him, then tucked you into his side. His arm wound protectively around your waist. Before you could complain about the abundance of his come currently dripping down your thighs, he was reaching down, equipped with napkins.

"What, you thought I was fucking kidding about needing it?" He muttered defensively.

A small, smug smile flitted across your lips, growing bigger when he tossed the napkins away and scowled at you. Your smile didn't disappear as he insisted (in his own rough way) on dressing you back into your clothes.

"Gotta make sure nobody gets any fucking ideas, baby," he told you firmly, watching you adjust your skirt before he reached forwards and tugged it down an inch.

He pocketed your panties, of course. It wasn't until after he'd spent the last few minutes of the slot kissing you, after he'd been cuffed and watched you go, after he was sitting back in his cell ignoring his cellmate, that he noticed his initials were embroidered in the panties. He ran his calloused thumb over the elegant letters, a smirk playing across his lips as he realised that you had anticipated everything he'd done to you in that brief slot of time together.

"Fucking brat played me..." He muttered to himself, sliding them inside his pillowcase, out of reach of anybody else. "Taught her too damn well."

He laid back on his hard mattress, eyes pointed upwards at the pictures of you slotted into the slats of the bunk above him. When he got out of here, he'd have to fuck you like that again, on his own terms. Not that he minded you playing off his frustration this once. He nodded slightly to himself, adding that to the list of things he planned to do after his sentence was up. Get a 'legal' job, meet his nephew, buy her a house, and make love to his girl like she deserved. Of course, if you asked him about that list, he would omit the part about his nephew, and he'd say 'fuck' instead of 'make love.' But he knew what he meant. If there was anything being in here had done, it was get his priorities straight. And you were there at the top, like a shining star. He just had a messy, lewd way of showing it.

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◝　‿ 　　　You noticed how grumpy Sukuna had been all day, his temper flaring at every little thing, lashing out at servants with sharp, biting words. The deep, guttural growl that seemed to rumble from his chest set everyone on edge. His usual terrifying presence had become even more menacing, a dark aura clinging to him like a second skin.

Despite his brooding demeanor, a part of you couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and curiosity. You tilted your head slightly, watching him with keen eyes as he huffed, his expression stoic but tinged with annoyance. His four, fiery crimson eyes, which normally blazed with authority, now held a glint of something else-something darker and more irritated.

Approaching him carefully, you couldn't resist the urge to ask, "You doing alright, my love?" Your voice was soft, cautious, as if trying not to provoke him further. In response, he let out another agitated huff, but as he heard your voice, his irritation seemed to subside, if only for a moment.

His gaze softened slightly, the flicker of affection in his eyes undeniable. "I'm perfectly fine," he grumbled, crossing his powerful arms over his broad chest, trying to maintain his gruff demeanor. But you could see right through him-your presence alone had a calming effect, even if he refused to admit it.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you moved closer, a small smile playing on your lips. Without hesitation, you climbed onto his large lap, settling comfortably as he sat upon his imposing throne. He let out another quiet, dramatic huff, as if trying to emphasize his unknown frustrations. An idea formed in your mind, and you couldn't help but giggle softly. Though his face remained expressionless, you noticed that his lower set of eyes were locked onto you, following your every move with a silent intensity.

Despite his grumpy demeanor, you knew Sukuna well enough to recognize that he was drawn to you, his attention unwavering.

His lower set of eyes seemed to plead for your attention, even if his pride wouldn't allow him to ask for it outright. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he finally broke the silence, his voice gruff yet laced with curiosity.

"What's so amusing?"

You leaned in closer, the playful smile never leaving your face. "You're hungry, aren't you, my lord?" you teased, your voice tinged with amusement. "Is that why you've been so grumpy today? You haven't eaten a thing yet, have you?"

For a brief moment, Sukuna's grouchy expression faltered as your words hit the mark. "Are you implying I'm... hangry?" he questioned, his voice losing some of its initial sharpness. His four arms crossed defensively as his lower eyes averted your gaze. "I'm the King of Curses. I do not get hangry," he protested, though the slight rumbling of his stomach betrayed his claim.

You pouted playfully, noticing the subtle snarl of his lips in response. "You poor thing," you cooed, your hand snaking behind his head to rub at the sensitive undercut of his hair. He grunted under your touch, clearly enjoying the sensation despite himself. "Why don't you eat, my love? You're such a grouchy thing without a full belly."

Sukuna huffed again, leaning subtly into your touch. He hadn't eaten because he knew how much you disliked it when he indulged in his darker, more primal cravings—cannibalism, his twisted preference for human flesh or organs. He wouldn't admit that he was holding back for your sake, though. "I don't need to eat—I'm not that hungry," he muttered, but the quiet rumble of his stomach told you otherwise.

Before you could respond, Uraume, Sukuna's trusted subordinate, entered the room quietly and swiftly. They approached with a small bowl, offering it to you-a grim assortment of human parts carefully prepared for your lord. Uraume's presence was fleeting, and they quickly dismissed themselves, leaving you alone with Ryomen once more. You noticed how his abs clenched in hunger, even as his expression remained distant and stoic, his lower eyes locked onto your small hands holding the bowl.

"Are you sure?" you asked softly, teasingly, as you noticed the way his gaze lingered. His growl in response was all the answer you needed.

Sukuna's body trembled slightly as he fought to resist the overwhelming urge to feed. The aroma of the human flesh assaulted his senses, his mouth watering in anticipation. You could see his resolve wavering, the sound of his stomach rumbling growing louder, betraying his need.

One of your hands gently reached up to his face, guiding his gaze to yours with a tender touch along his jawline. "Shhh," you soothed, feeling his head lean into your palm, his usual resistance melting away under your touch. His four eyes met yours, the hunger in them now mingled with a hint of surrender.

You ran your thumb over his lower lip, lifting it slightly to reveal his sharp, lethal fangs.

With your other hand, you picked up a piece of meat from the bowl, holding it up to his mouth. "Hush now," you whispered, your voice soft and coaxing. "This will make you feel better."

As your thumb grazed his lip, Sukuna shivered under your touch. He tried to maintain his composure, but you could see the struggle in his eyes as his resistance began to crumble. The piece of meat you held in front of him seemed to taunt him, the primal desire within him threatening to take over.

"Hush now, boy," you cooed again, your tone patient and soothing, waiting for him to give in and take the meat. At your gentle command, Sukuna's pride wavered. The word "boy" irritated him slightly, but the hunger gnawing at him was too strong to ignore. With a resigned huff, he opened his mouth, allowing you to place the morsel on his tongue. As soon as the taste hit him, a low, guttural groan escaped his throat, and he began to chew, his primal instincts finally taking over.

You watched him with adoration in your eyes, your hand still caressing the side of his tattooed face as he ate. With each bite, you could see the tension and irritation slowly melting away, replaced by a deep sense of relief and satisfaction. His lower eyes closed slightly, contented, as he continued to lean into your touch.

After swallowing the flesh, his adam's apple bobbing as he did, Sukuna's voice was calmer when he spoke again. "More."

You smiled softly, letting go of his face only long enough to offer him another piece of meat. This time, as you held the food to his lips, his gaze remained fixed on you, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes until you gently placed your hand on his jawline again.

He visibly relaxed, his irritation fading as he accepted the food.

Grunting in satisfaction, Sukuna leaned further into your touch, silently expressing his contentment with being fed and your understanding of his unspoken needs.

Once Sukuna had finished the last of the food you offered him, you found yourselves lying together in his chambers. His body was finally relaxed, the earlier tension completely gone. He nestled against you, his cheek resting on your soft chest, soaking in the warmth and comfort of your presence. You felt his head nuzzle deeper into you as he sighed in contentment.

"My good boy," you whispered, your fingers gently threading through his pink hair. "Just needed to eat, hm? So stubborn."

Sukuna let out a quiet grumble, a weak protest against your words, though the pleasure in his expression was undeniable.

"Not a good boy," he muttered, his voice laced with defiance, but his eyes were closed, fully enjoying the moment.

Despite his protests, it didn't take long for Sukuna to drift off into a deep sleep, his powerful lower arms wrapping around your waist as he held you close. His hands absentmindedly pawed at the soft flesh of your thighs, almost like a cat kneading its favorite spot, as he surrendered to sleep.

"Such a kitty too," you whispered softly, a fond smile playing on your lips as you watched him. "So grumpy until you're nice and full, hm? Then you take a nice long nap."

He grumbled faintly in his sleep, a sound that was both a protest and a sign of pleasure, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he cuddled closer. As you held him, you couldn't help but feel a deep affection for the powerful, yet strangely vulnerable, king of curses lying in your arms.　　𓈒 ꒱ა

i'm curious, what do you think human sukuna would act like if he was crushing on someone?

ahhh this is such a cute idea!!! it plays so well into my (totally not canon) softer sukuna.

in my head, sukuna would take a good long while to realise that what he's feeling is a crush at all. let's be honest, he's not exactly in tune with his emotions. when he does realise, he would still be in denial about the depth of it. he'd begrudgingly admit he thinks you're sweet, or that he thinks you're cool. maybe he'd swallow his pride enough to actually become friends with you. and then he'd find himself in your presence more and more often, his feelings growing stronger every time he sees you. eventually, he wouldn't be able to keep denying it.

once he does admit it to himself, he acts like an asshole. forget the king of curses, he's the king of defence mechanisms. he's rude, abrupt, generally rougher with you. he's so focussed on pushing you away that he takes it too far and you start thinking he hates you. until, of course, there's a big blow-up argument and you tell him that (or shout it at him because he's too stubborn to listen otherwise) and he stares at you for a second before just saying it like it's the most obvious thing in the world- "i don't hate you, you absolute dumbass, i like you."

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thank you for the cutest ask @sterzin, i hope that's a good answer! lowkey makes me want to write something like this..

Fluffy fluffy prompt to hubby sukuna or whom ever you choose “awnn my poor baby come here” then he slowly walks towards you rubbing his eyes all soft and tired 🥺

There’s a low grumble behind you that snaps you out of your slicing of fruit, but you merely brush it off before moving onto the next strawberry.

Then, the grumble ripples through the air again, and you keep slicing, trying your best to ignore the noise.

It happens a third time. You giggle, “what, baby?” You put the knife down and turn to face Sukuna, arms crossing over your chest as you look him up and down.

He looks childish, with the comforter wrapped around his shoulders and hair ruffled around messily. His eyes are puffy from sleep and his cheeks hold a little flush, but his lips are still pouted in a scowl. “You left me alone in bed,” he grumbles. “I told you not to do that. Bed gets too cold.”

“Is that the only reason you don’t like me leaving the bed?” You ask, knowing the real answer. But you also know he’ll never say it. He’s stubborn like that.

He offers you a roll of his eyes, “yes, and I hate the cold. You’re aware of this.”

“My poor baby,” you tease, opening your arms for him to shamble into. “C’mere. Let me warm you back up from the mean, evil, cold covers.”

“You’d better,” he murmurs, stalking towards you and into your arms. He opens his own to reveal the corners of the blanket balled into his big fists, and when he embraces you, you’re shrouded in darkness but melting into the warmth that his chest brews. Your laugh softly, and burrow into his chest, which rumbles with a hum in confusion. "Somethin' funny under there?"

"Just dark," you say, wrapping your arms around his waist and gently squeezing him out of cute aggression. "I also can't really breathe, so-"

"Good," he says, resting his head on top of yours, tightening his arms to keep you in place. "Won't have to deal with your ass leaving the bed, messing up my sleep." You laugh some more, only to send a few pokes to his waist, making him jerk away from you and loosen his hold.

"Who's gonna cuddle you at night then?"

"I'm a man, I don't need cuddles."

When you do, however, try to get out of his arms, he grumbles and pulls you tighter again, with an annoyed grunt. "No."

"That's what I thought, Sukuna."