Making…Biscuits?
TigerHybrid!Sukuna x Human!Reader
Jujitsu Kaisen
Warnings: ooc, uses of Y/N, not proof read, mention of scratches/scars
credits to scrumptious_chowder on tiktok!
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Sukuna was the big strong beast of half cursed-man and half tiger. with those instincts of a cat with the fast reflexes, soft tiger ears atop of his head in the mess of pink hair, a tail split into two, and tattooed stripes across his ribs to represent the stripes of a real tiger, as well as his tattoos that everyone associated with the curse side of him.
people feared him, as he was the King of Curses and a tiger all in one. he was never mentioned by name in passing conversation amongst the village people, as they believed that they’d get hunted down and killed if they dared uttered his name.
well, everyone but you, of course.
somehow and someway, Sukuna chose you to be his. at first it was being his caregiver, then it bloomed into a relationship. how? you guys didn’t really know.
but you did know that he was the biggest brat you’ve ever met.
everytime you came back to the estate after doing your errands, like getting new silks and foods for the cooks to make into meals the next couple of nights, you’d come home to servants cleaning up Sukuna’s mess that he’d made while you were gone. he scratched at the carpets, couches and even the wooden posts on the walls, pissing on said scratched materials.
whenever you’d ask, it was always the same answer.
“just marking what’s mine.” he would state like it was the simplest thing.
as much as you wanted to get mad at him about ruining the house, you also understood that he was part tiger, which gave him those cat instincts to mark his territory.
another thing that made you question why you loved this man was when he never listened, another aspect of his brattiness. he never listens, no matter what you say, how you say it or what you’re telling him not to do, he’ll do it without a care. it gets on your damn nerves and he knows it.
but damnit do you love him.
especially right now.
currently, you were curled up in bed with a book, a few candles lit on your bedside table to provide a little bit of light before you went in for bed. you were the only one in the huge bed, Sukuna doing something, probably getting ready for bed as well or talking to some of the guards and military leaders about the next attack he wanted to do on a neighboring village.
he came into the bedroom when you finished three chapters, yanking the sheets off of you and practically replacing them with his own body. he laid on top of you, all 400 plus pounds of his body on top of yours. his head rested against your chest, tail flicking back and forth slowly as his purrs started to fill the room, loud and full. they almost rattled some pictures off of their nails on the walls.
his hands started to knead at your stomach and thighs, like a house cat getting their sleeping spot comfortable for their nap. sure it hurt a little bit, his claw like nails digging into your skin, previous scratches and faint scars on your body proved that this was a reoccurring event.
you looked down at the man when he lightly butted his head against your breasts, a silent demand for something, unsure of what he wanted since it changed almost every night.
“behind my ears, woman.” he stated flatly, looking up at you for a moment before going back to kneading your flesh, purring even louder as you scratched behind one of his ears.
you used his head as a rest for your book, still reading to yourself. a page in, you gave up since you couldn’t help but dote and love on him in this state.
the two of you stayed like that even as sleep overtook the two of you, his body weight pinning you down to the mattress, keeping you still and safe, even if it meant you’d wake up to your legs all prickly due to the lacy of blood flow to them during the night.
whenever morning came, like clockwork, you’d awake to a big, scratchy tongue licking across your cheek and into your hair, your lovely boyfriend grooming you like you were a kit.
you watched him groom himself, licking at his arms, legs and whatever else he could reach before turning his attention to you, licking at your face and hair, brushing the knots out with the sandpaper like feel of his tongue.
it hurt.
a lot.
but if you ever tried to leave early before he was finished his morning cleaning on both himself and you, he’d hold you down in his lap with a pair of arms, keeping you still even if you squirmed and tried to break free.
“g’morning to you, too..” you mumbled softly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you rocked and swayed at every movement from his tongue licking at your face, smiling warmly at the sound of his purring.
“you slept too long, woman.” he huffed, nuzzling his face against yours, ears flicking slightly at he listened to the sounds outside of the bedroom. he paused, listened some more before rubbing himself against you again, letting his scent cling to you like perfume, letting everyone know who you belonged to.
rolling your eyes, you mirrored his actions slightly when his head brushed against yours, smiling as you nuzzled your face into his neck, climbing atop of the big male next to you. “my apologies, my apologies.”
a low, deep noise escaped him when you were on top of him, leaning back slightly until his back hit the headboard of the bed, one hand resting on your waist, one rubbing circles against your back while the other two laid at his side.
as tough and threatening Sukuna was, moments like these were the soft, slightly possessive side that you loved. sure, he got on your nerves on occasion, but that was part of the fun, wasn’t it?
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i’m back again…hopefully i’ll update more since i’m on break and i’m not going to school in the fall🥹✌️
also how are we liking the new layout for my masterlist and the starts of my stories…
