dragon!hybrid!sukuna x lamb!hybrid!reader 18+
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inspired by this req
the cave smelled of smoke and old gold.
you hadn't meant to wander this far from the valley — but lamb hybrids weren't known for their sense of direction, and your soft ears had been too busy swiveling at every unfamiliar sound to notice how deep into the mountain territory you'd strayed.
but you noticed now.
ryomen sukuna uncurled from his throne of stacked boulders like a storm deciding to take shape. four arms. tattoos carved into grey-pink skin like brands. great horns swept back from his skull, and the tail that dragged behind him as he descended was thick as a tree trunk, scaled at the tip. his four eyes — all of them — fixed on you the moment you stumbled into the firelight.
he was enormous.
your little tail tucked itself flat against your lower back.
"well," he said, voice a low grind of gravel and smoke. "what's this that wandered into my den?"
"i... i'm sorry, i didn't know this was—"
"claimed territory." he was still moving toward you. unhurried. like there was no version of this where you got away. "every ridge, every stone for ten kilometers. mine."
you backed up until your shoulders hit the cave wall.
he stopped in front of you and simply looked — all four eyes dragging down your body with the lazy satisfaction of someone who had already decided. up close, the sheer scale of him was dizzying. his chest was level with the top of your head. when he raised one of his lower hands and tucked a knuckle under your chin, tilting your face up, you felt like something very small being handled by something that could crush you without thinking.
your ears flattened. a soft, involuntary sound escaped you — not quite a bleat, but close.
something shifted in his expression. his pupils, already blown wide in the dark, swallowed more of that red iris.
"do that again," he said quietly, "and i'm going to do something about it."
"can i go home?" you stutter out.
"no." the word was simple. final. his tail curled around your ankle — warm, heavy, possessive — before you could take a step. "you walked into a dragon's territory, little lamb. you know what that means."
you did. everyone in the valley knew the old rules.
what the dragon finds, the dragon keeps.
his lower hands bracketed your hips — big enough that his fingers nearly met at the small of your back — and lifted you off the ground as though you weighed absolutely nothing. a startled sound punched out of you, hands flying to grip his forearms for balance. he carried you to the flat-topped boulder at the cave's center and set you down on the edge of it, which brought you almost to his eye level.
almost.
he still had to look only slightly down.
"there," he said. "better."
you let out a bleat of protest.
"you're in my den." he stepped between your knees, spreading them wider with a simple press of his thighs, utterly unbothered by your sputtering. one upper hand fisted loosely in your hair. the other tilted your chin up again. his lower hands began working the ties of your clothing with a focused patience that was somehow more frightening than urgency would have been. "you're small and soft and you smell incredible, and you made that sound at me." he leaned down until his mouth was at your ear. "i'm going to ruin you. and you're going to let me."
the worst part — the part you'd never admit to anyone back in the valley — was the slick heat that spilled out of you at those words.
he felt it the moment his fingers slid beneath the fabric and found you bare and warm.
"oh." the sound he made was deeply satisfied. "there it is."
"that doesn't mean—"
"it means exactly what it means." he stroked you slowly — one broad finger tracing through your folds with maddening lightness — and watched your face like it was the most interesting thing he'd seen in a decade. "look at you. already."
you grabbed his wrist. his wrist was thicker than both your hands stacked together.
he let you hold it and kept moving anyway.
"sukuna—"
"you know my name." something dangerous lit in all four eyes. of course you knew his name. the feared dragon sukuna was well known all across the lands. he is what your herd used to warn you about as a child. never wander or you will end up a skeleton in his cave.
"say it again."
"sukuna." it came out wrecked, because he'd pressed his thumb to your clit at exactly the right moment.
the reminder of who he was should've left you shaking with fear. instead the fear added to the slick that was oozing out of your needy hole and you clenched around nothing "please—"
"please what?"
you couldn't say it. your ears were burning, your little tail was doing twitching embarrassingly.
he pressed deeper, one thick finger beginning to push inside, and the stretch made your mouth drop open.
"words," he said, merciless. "use them."
"please — more — i need—"
"i know what you need." he worked you open with devastating patience, one finger then two, watching you fall apart on his hand like he had all the time in the world. every time your sounds got too quiet he'd do something — curl his fingers, press his thumb in just the right place — until you were loud again. he seemed to require it. fed on it. "loud," he commanded, when you bit your lip. "i want to hear you."
by the time he finally stepped closer and replaced his hand with the thick press of his cock against your entrance, you were shaking.
and then you felt the size of him and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.
"wait—"
"breathe." his voice had dropped into something lower, rougher — the command stripped of mockery, suddenly almost careful. he held still, watching you. "just breathe, little lamb."
you did. he waited. one of his lower hands rubbed slow circles against your lower back.
"okay," you managed.
"good girl."
the praise hit your nervous system like a lightning strike.
he pushed in slowly — impossibly slow for someone his size, for someone who had seemed utterly disinterested in gentleness before now — and the stretch was overwhelming, but he watched you the entire time, reading every shift in your expression, adjusting. when you made a sharp sound he stilled. when you exhaled and your grip loosened he moved again.
by the time he bottomed out you were boneless and shaking and making soft, helpless sounds you had no control over.
"there," he said, voice ragged at the edges now. "take it. all of it."
"i can't—"
"you are." he leaned his forehead down to yours, four arms caging you in, surrounding you completely. "you're taking all of me. like you were made for it."
he started to move, and rational thought dissolved entirely.
he was relentless — rolling his hips in a deep, grinding rhythm that dragged against every nerve ending, that made your ears ring and your vision blur at the edges. your sounds became completely unrestrained, echoing off the cave walls, and he responded to every single one — a sharper thrust when you cried out, a possessive grip tightening when you whimpered.
"mine," he growled against your temple, and it wasn't a question.
your whole body clenched around him.
"say it."
"yours—" the word tore out of you. "yours, yours—"
he drove you over the edge with two more devastating rolls of his hips, and you shattered, clutching at him, clenching and shaking while he groaned low and followed you over — and his arms locked around you, all four of them, pulling you flush against his chest as he shuddered through it.
the cave was very quiet afterward.
he didn't let go.
you became gradually aware that you were being held — genuinely, securely held — against a massive warm chest, his tail curled around your legs, his chin resting on top of your head.
"...you're keeping me," you said, after a while.
"mm." not a question.
your ears swiveled. "like a trophy..?"
"like mine." he said it simply. like it was already settled. "rest. you'll need it."
you absolutely should have argued.
you tucked your nose against his chest and closed your eyes instead.
sheep are known to do what they're told.
