Ryomen sukuna

He wasn’t spoiled, he was spoiled ROTTEN.

The finest lamb flesh in whole Japan? Yeah, that was probably bare minimum to him. Since he was a cub, his owner took him in, and since then sukuna really learned the privileges of wealth.

His morning would start with a steak being prepared just for him. His hair would get brushed, he’d get his meat served, medium rare and with the right amount of dripping blood. It wasn’t exquisite to him, it was daily life. And he loved every fucking second of it.

He was tall, fucking massive, almost 7 feet tall. His pink tail near one or two feet long, and those big, fluffy tiger ears sitting on top of his head. Since a child he had ate a lot, proteins and meat, and as a tiger hybrid he grew rapidly. So he was packing a lot, especially meat. But I don’t mean the meat that he eats…

But even someone as powerful and strong as sukuna has flaws. One of them? His rut. Between October and December or between November and April, there will be a week or even two weeks of him rolling around in his nest of blankets and pillows, desperate to shove his fat cock into a breed-able female for the first time.

His owner knew the struggles, trying to convince sukuna to get him a female tiger hybrid. But Sukuna refused, why? We don’t know. Maybe he just found the thought complicated, or maybe he doesn’t know how to talk to females. But one thing was clear, someday, somehow the shell of his patience will snap..

You were a white cat hybrid. A stray. You lived on the streets, broke into homes and ate whatever food you found at least a bit presentable. And once, you were laying on a roof, watching those fancy pent houses before whiffing the air.

steak..

Turning your head, you witnessed an opened window from one of the more expensive pent houses, some old man preparing a delicious piece of flesh. It made you drool from the thought alone about biting into that juicy meat. What you didn’t know about, was the feral animal sitting in another room in the same penthouse, sulking from loneliness.

2 am. Late, very late. It’s cold outside, freezing so. You watch that same window, whiff the air and decide.

You’re going in there.

Climbing to the window, you gently pick it open, crawling in. So lost in your hungry, you don’t even take notice of the strong musk of rut and masculinity, too lost in your quest.

Upon opening the fridge, you attack the first thing you see. Steak.

Munching on the flesh hungrily, you don’t even notice sukuna, too lost in the moment. He heard noises, and when he came into the kitchen, witnessing some stray cat eating his fucking steak. The audacity- a female. Sukuna noticed immediately, that changed his mood drastically. Glancing over your form, he growls, making you jolt back and turn around.

Sukuna feels his cock strain against his pants, pre already dripping of his tip. Sniffing the air, he took in your smell. Female, sweet…fertile. Sukuna growls again.

“You broke in and expect to get away just like this.? I’m gonna breed you..”

He wouldn’t want to mention that in rut tigers mate 50 to 100 times a day, happening every 15 to 20 minutes. Wouldn’t want to scare off his new mate afterall..