Summary: Lamb!Y/N goes wandering in the woods, a lost little thing, not knowing that the prying eyes of Tiger!Kuna are watching her every move. Don’t worry little lamb, for the low low price of mothering his cub and serving his every need, he’ll take real good care of you. NSFW
The leaves crunch beneath your sneakers as you wander further and further from your little cottage. For the most part, you loved your secluded home. No unwanted visitors. No smog. No traffic. The only downside was the trek back to town whenever you needed a restock on supplies.
And while you thought you’d gotten used to a three mile hike up and back, if your aimless wandering proves anything, it is this: you are lost. And the sun is going down.
When you’d first moved into your little fixer-upper, the landlady had taken care to warn you specifically to be back in the house, behind locked doors, by sundown. At the time you thought that she was just being dramatic. Afterall, prey animals such as yourself rarely live alone. But now, now that you were out here braving the wilderness in the dimming light, you think there might have been some truth in her warning.
As the sun disappears behind the trees, you begin to feel…followed. Something deeply instinctual, your animalistic nature even, was telling you that reason to flee was lurking nearby. Better quicken your pace.
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Tiger!Kuna has been tracking you for weeks now. It was your sweet scent that had caught your attention at first, but that quickly devolved into a complete and total obsession. Now he watches you every second he can spare. While you garden…while you cook dinner…while you shower. And every time you’ve made a trip back down to town, he’s made sure you make it through the woods nice and safe. A little lamb shifter like you? You’d be fucked without his protection. You need him. And he just so happens to need you too. Badly.
And now he’s here as you try to find your way back home after your last -and final if he has anything to say about it- trip from town. And he’s here too, obviously, keeping you safe from all but him. Of course he had to steer you off course a bit. You’re a clever little thing. But you couldn’t ignore your own biology. Just a little rustling in the leaves was enough to have your little ass runnin’ in the opposite direction.
Now Sukuna can barely contain himself. He just wants to scoop you up and whisk you away. Set you down in the nest he so carefully crafted for you. But no…he’ll let you come to him. When the sun goes down and the creatures come out to play, you’ll rush straight into his big, strong arms.
Even if you need a little push.
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The light had long since gone and you had no idea where you were. All you do know is that this is the deepest in the forest you’ve ever been, and you’re scared. Lambs like you aren’t supposed to be out this late, especially not alone.
Your fluffy white ears turned to catch even the smallest sounds, and your pupils had expanded into big saucers in the darkness. You are tiptoing through the forest, your arms extended to feel in front of you when a frightening roar echoes through the trees—making you vibrate in fear. SHIT!
Spurred by the terror chilling your blood, you take off, sprinting deeper and deeper in the forest, desperate to get away. You trip on a massive tree root, but you get up without hesitation. The stinging of your knee is nothing compared to the promise of pain brought on by that thing -whatever it is- catching up to you.
In the distance you see a dim light, igniting what appears to be a secluded cabin. And what does light usually mean? People! Safety! You head there without a second thought, ignoring the throbbing in your ankle as you hobble along.
When you finally move to knock on the cabin door, after a tiresome walk up, you find the door already open—-practically beckoning you inside. It couldn’t hurt to just enter right…What’s the harm? You press on, quietly closing the door behind you.
“H-Hello? Anybody home? My-my name is Y/N, and I’m trying to find my way back home…” You’re met with silence. Just as you’re about to leave, a man steps out from behind the entryway’s corner, still shrouded in darkness.
“Oh! Hello! Did you, uh, hear all that?”
“Yeah, Y/N,” the stranger answered kindly, “I'm sorry you've gotten lost. It's frightening out there. You're free to stay here till morning.”
“Th-thank you, stranger. You’re really too swee…” your voice drifts off as he steps full into the lit hallway. The man who saunters in is dripping with pheromones. He’s wearing black sweats that hang loosely off his hips and no shirt. You try your hardest to keep your eyes on his face, and definitely not the carved v-line leading straight to his— uh, well you know. He is covered in what you think are tattoos, creating a stripe-like pattern that runs across his arms and torso. And most frighteningly, peeking out from his pink hair are two tiger’s ears. They're perked up. Following your every sound. A predator. Your instincts scream. Run.
“You, you know what. I, uh, I think I’m just gonna phone a friend to pick me up,” you say, trying your best to give a weak smile.
“Oh no need for that, pretty,” he responds with a wolfish grin, “there’s no cell-reception up here anyways.” Your eyes catch the glint reflecting off his canines, making you subconsciously try to scramble away, hands searching hopelessly for the doorknob.
His stride forward doesn’t stop, until eventually he’s caged you in. His big palms pinning your arms to your side. “Besides,” he leans down to your ear, “iI you stay we can get to know each other, neighbor.” At this he begins releasing pheromones in waves, making you instantly hold your breath. Can’t…can’t breathe it in…
“Oh, come on,” he teases, using one free hand to pet your head. “Breath in my scent, pretty. Give in to me.” After about a minute, your lungs are burning, and you can’t take it anymore. Out of self-preservation you are forced to gulp in hot air despite your better judgement.
The more your take in, the more your head begins to spin. Smells…really good. You’re pulled into the stranger's strong chest, your face pressed between his pectoral muscles. So, so warm. When he sees fit, he lifts your chin up with his thumb, staring at you with hungry, maroon eyes. You think you can make out a sort of…obsessiveness or desperation in them? But it’s hard to tell in your current state.
After a moment of taking you in, his warm lips press hungrily to yours. “C’mon pretty. Gonna take good care of you.” And you’re whisked away.
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You’re placed onto something soft. A mess of blankets and pillows that mold around your body, but before you can appreciate it, the stranger is looming over you once more. While you’ve been admiring this softness, he’s been stripping down.
He places his two massive thighs on the side of your head, trapping you between them, muscles flexing around you. But you can't really focus on that because of the monster now at your lips. The stranger is stroking himself from root to tip, with the very end pressed against your mouth and balls pressed against your chin. Wow…so those tattoos do go all the way down.
“Pretty lamb, wanna get me nice and wet for you?” By now it was impossible to know where you start and the pheromones end. So you do want to. You really really want to. Without a second thought, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, gradually taking his heat into your mouth.
He groans as your tongue plays with his slit, and his hands reach out to grab your silky, white ears—-making you moan around him. “Good little lamb. M’gonna go a little deeper, okay? Nod your pretty head for me.” When you nod he slowly presses forward, going deeper down your throat. He reaches down to grab your hand and places it on his balls, urging you to play with them as he uses your throat.
After who knows how long, he carefully pulls himself out of your mouth. “Time to return the favor pretty,” he says, kissing your nose before skillfully moving down your body. He unbottons your shirt, and rips off your delicate lace bra, his aggression causing you to yelp. “Such perfect tits,” he groaned, mostly to himself.
Before he can come face to face with the sweet spot between your legs, you press your thighs together, not eager for him to see you fully vulnerable. “Tsk,” he growls out, “you don’t hide from me, pretty. C’mon, spread those legs for me. Let me see you.” More hormones roll off of him, making you want to listen to his every word.
Your thighs part, giving him full access to you, which he quickly takes advantage of. He rips your underwear clean off, before inhaling your scent. “Pretty everywhere.” The stranger licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, before circling his tongue around your bundle of nerves. Two large fingers press against you, bullying their way inside. Stretching you out.
“Sukuna, pretty. Say it f’me?”
“Of course, pretty.” He presses his hot tongue to your center while quickly scissoring his fingers in and out, bringing you to a blinding end.
As you come down from your high, you feel the hot tip of his cock press against your core. “M’gonna take you now, little lamb. Hold still f’me, yeah?”
And you feel the piercing pain on both ends, and he enters your and his canines puncture your shoulder.
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After an unknown amount of time, you were finally able to step away. Lifting Sukuna’s beefy biceps off your chest, you skillfully slide a pillow into his tight grip. Confirming your trick had worked, as you watch him sniff and snuggle into the pillow, you quietly close the door behind you.
Taking a deep breath, you slowly wander around until you happen upon the kitchen, stomach growling. Stretching your sore limbs out, you begin rummaging through the fridge and pantry with plans to make pancakes. Turns out Sukuna has quite the…childrish pallet? God forbid a grown man love juice boxes.
Twisting the stove knob, you begin pouring thick batter onto the pan. But as soon as you turn to scoop more batter, a figure comes into view. A tiny little thing, with unruly tufts of pink hair and two tiger ears poking out from the top of his head. He rubs sleep from his eyes, before they come into focus and scan you with curiosity.
“Uncle S’kuna?” He asks, softly.
And before you can break out of your shocked state, a tattooed arm slithers around your waist. “You’re up early brat,” Sukuna grumbles out, his bare chest vibrating against your chest.
You can’t help but squeal at the sudden contact. “S-Sukuna. You’re awake.”
He grins at the blush covering your rosey cheeks. “Yeah. Spoiled your plans to run away, huh?”
You shook your head, not wanting to provoke any predator instincts. “Of course not,” you nod to the stove, “pancakes.”
The edges of his smile soften a bit, and he kisses your cheek.
“Uncle! Uncle!” The little tiger is tugging at Sukuna’s sweatpants, eager for the attention to return to him. “Who’th dat?” What an adorable voice.
Sukuna lays a possessive kiss on your mark—leaving a pleasant burning sensation when he pulls away. “That, little cub, is your new auntie. Say good morning.”
