sum. catnip taking opposite effects on you vs. sukuna
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ cw. hybrid au (cheetah hybrid!reader x tiger hybrid!sukuna), reader being annoying, piv, creampie, overstim, fluff, animalistic behaviors (biting, growling, purring, licking, etc.)
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ an. loosely inspired by the fact that catnip works as a stimulant when inhaled and is more of a relaxant when eaten lol. this kinda sucks sorry my head hurts like a bitch and i need this out of the drafts b4 i forget abt it
Trying catnip with Sukuna for the first time didn't go like you expected — maybe because you smoked yours and he straight up ate his.
Of course he did; he eats everything.
One very awake and restless cheetah hybrid getting hornier by the second and an annoyed tiger hybrid that's trying to nap.
Sukuna's sprawled across the couch, taking up half the cushions — tail flicking only when you get too close.
His chest rises and falls with each deep breath — slow, drowsy, unbothered.
And your pupils are blown wide, breath unsteady, eyes hyperfocused on him.
You keep pacing—no prowling—around the couch, tail twitching in sharp punctuation.
"Sukunaaa," you practically purr, crawling up from the foot of the couch until you're draped over him. "C'mon, pay attention to me."
And both of you know exactly what you mean by paying attention.
He cracks a hooded eye open. "Absolutely not."
This is getting frustrating and the catnip isn't helping in the slightest.
You whine. Actually whine — a high little chirp that betrays your entire facade of confidence.
His huge arm is thrown over his face to block you out. "Go do your zoomies around the house or some shit. Or… whatever else you need. I'm tired."
"But you're so warm," you insist, pressing your body flush against his, rubbing your cheek along his jaw. Through his shirt your claws have already started kneading without you realizing.
He shivers despite himself.
Then his tail swipes once. Warning.
“No,” he grumbles, voice low, “Don’t start kneading me.”
“You smell good,” you say — and it’s practically a growl. “Striped good-for-nothing oversized housecat—pay. Attention. To. Me.”
"Yes. Which requires your attention."
"I miss when you used to be scared of me."
Your mind feels fuzzy at the edges, the warmth between your thighs only collecting and worsening.
"I'll pretend to be scared of you if that's what'll wake you up."
So your palms slide up his throat, slow and kneading, and before he can stop you—you nuzzle right under his jaw, lips brushing sensitive skin.
Then then you lick him — a nice long drag of your rough tongue up his cheek.
He curses under his breath.
A warning growl vibrates in his chest, but it only encourages you — you lick again, slow and possessive, like you're grooming him. Little nips along his jawline. Tail flicking in excitement every time he reacts.
Then your mouth reaches one of his ears — and gently tug at the soft velvety tip with your teeth. And his entire body jerks like you shocked him.
A tiger’s ears are very sensitive.
Another low warning noise — you're lucky he's sedated on catnip or he would've been grabbing you by the back of the neck by now, just to remind you who's the apex predator in this household.
"Quit it," he grumbles, voice muffled by his own arm. "I'm hibernating."
“Tigers don’t hibernate.”
“Well, this one does,” he mumbles. “Starting now.”
"Sukuna," you try again, grinding down onto him.
He's starting to get hard.
But the lazy bastard can't be bothered to take care of it.
Finally you resort to slowly reaching back…and grabbing his tail.
…And the only reaction you get is his tail curling lazily around your wrist.
“No,” he rumbles. “Mine.”
You gape, your own spotted tail swishing back and forth.
Even more frustrated, you turn to increasingly extreme methods.
Leaping off the couch to stand above him, you grab his cheeks and announce, "Sukuna. Listen carefully. I'm going to… knock something off a shelf.”
His eyes finally open fully — a slow, predatory focus that should be terrifying — but he's still flat on his back.
You back away slowly, still maintaining eye contact, like you're handling a wild animal as you reach behind you.
And your hand finds the little succulent plant he told you not to touch.
You lift it a millimeter over the edge.
His ears perk. Tail flicks. For a moment, you think you've won.
Then his eyes droop again.
“I’ll buy a new one,” he mutters.
You gasp in betrayal — and try your final option: lunge forward and bite him.
Not hard of course, but a firm nip at his cheek.
And to your irritation — he smirks. Slow and lazy.
"You're cute when you're needy."
"You want it, you gotta work for it yourself, princess."
Grumbling under your breath, you lay across him and slide your panties off, flinging them to the side, baring your slick cunt.
His nose twitches as he sniffs the air, followed by a deep, satisfied rumble.
"Oh, it's that bad?" he hums, patronizing you.
Instead of responding you're eagerly tugging his sweatpants down — then his boxers, your tail swaying in excitement.
Your pussy twitches, arousal heightening at the sight of it.
His cock isn't fully hard — you've certainly seen it much angrier.
But it's still sizable, and it'll do.
Without another word, you're straddling him, wrapping your fist around his cock, giving it a few pumps that make him hum.
Then finally you press the tip to your sopping entrance, angle it right, and slowly sink down. Letting out a high moan of relief at his length prying your aching walls apart, that familiar heavy pressure as his cock pushes in.
He's watching you now — still mostly inert, but gazing through lidded, crimson eyes.
After he's bottomed out you take a second, then lean forward to kiss his jaw, purring loudly as you start rocking your hips.
Euphoric from catnip, finally relieved with him inside you.
"You're ridiculous," he murmurs affectionately, unable to deny it feels good for him too — you can feel his cock starting to swell to its entire size inside you, the fullness increasing as it grows. "This all it takes for you to quit being a nuisance?"
You're gone. Drowning in bliss as you undulate your hips, pushing his tip into your sensitive spots.
You lick him over the cheek again but softer this time, nails poking through his shirt to cling onto him.
His tail brushes you — against your thigh and your ass before curling around you.
"Mmh, feels so good," you moan softly, eyes slitted as you alternate between licking his face and rubbing your cheek against his.
And slowly, he's helping you out a little — black nails digging into your hips as he ruts his cock into you, groaning deep at the sensation.
You try and lick him again but he angles his face away with a small smirk, cock sliding in and out of your slick entrance.
Again in frustration, you chirp, pouting slightly.
"Don't want…hnh…to kiss—" you pant, tongue extending again just for him to dodge it once more with a smirk.
But this time your claws extend to lock onto him possessively, so you can lick and bite wherever you can, tongue running over his face till his skin is tacky.
He sleepily ruts into you harder, thrusts driven only by physical need and you whine, kissing at his jaw and neck and face.
That does it — soon he's reaching the point where his claws are digging into you almost painfully, pelvis grinding against yours.
"Needy slut," he murmurs. "Can't go even a few minutes without my cock inside you, can you?"
You shamelessly shake your head, purring loud.
"Mm. Thought as much," he whispers, hand lazily sliding up your ass.
Then his fingers rub against that spot — right at the base of your tail.
Instantly you arch, eyes widening. "Sukuna!" you wince. "N-Not the—aah—"
A full body shiver runs up your spine, stealing the words from your mouth as he he rubs into it harder.
"Look at you. You look like you're in heat."
You can't talk — it's actually overwhelming with him pleasuring you from inside while relentlessly stimulating that vulnerable area.
Instead your eyes roll, whole body rippling with the shivers, back bowing as you mewl. "Ohmygod—"
You cum, whole body seizing as your nails did so deep they actually draw blood.
He doesn't flinch, just watches in amusement as you go dumb on his cock, brain short circuiting, juices flowing out and dripping steadily down his engorged shaft.
Squealing as your entire body seizes, spine shuddering because he doesn't let up — not in your cunt, not with his fingers at the base of your tail and — you swear your vision goes blurry.
Until your orgasm is over and you collapse against his chest, tits pressing soft against his muscle — and his hand still doesn't move.
Whimpering, you try to shift away. "Stop that!"
"Mmh. Remember when I told you to stop bothering me five minutes ago?"
"Not the—" you gasp, eyes rolling, "—same!"
He only massages the are harder, until you sob.
"I'll stop when I cum," he purrs, cock rolling in and out of your plush walls. Like your muscles aren't contracting repeatedly on top of him.
"So keep squeezin' me like that."
You probably wouldn't be able to stop even if you tried, not with your entire body tense. But for your own sake you clench around him and hold it — and finally he growls, pushes as far inside you as he can go, and releases. Creamy ribbons spurt inside you as you lay limp and twitching on him, just relieved that at least his fingers have stopped.
Once he's finished he relaxes, hand sliding up to rub your back — still sensitive, you instinctively recoil and almost hiss.
That makes him laugh under his breath. "Pussy's almost worth tolerating all your bullshit."
You scowl, his cock softening inside your leaking hole.
Which doesn't bother him in the latest — with one last teasing tug to your tail, he settles further back into the cushions, yawning wide enough to put those sharp canines on full display. "Gonna stop bothering me now?"
The rational part of your mind is still irritated — the other part is simply content and satiated now.
The latter wins unfortunately and soon you find yourself cozying into place on top of him, already dozing off to sleep.
an. i have some fluff for these two in the drafts but idk
tags: @ssetsuka @cosmicbottlecaps
