itās bittersweet to say this, but i think im going to deactivate this account <\3 you guys have treated me so well on here and iāve met so many great people! i donāt have the urge to write for dc anymore and while i love everything about this fandom, my interests have changed a bit! iāve been super busy with university and work, and i never have the time to come over here and write anything. thank you guys for everything!! if you want to read more of my work or come talk to me, im active on
ā farm hand!choso x cow hybrid!reader and hinted owner!sukuna x cow hybrid!reader
cw: tit sucking, flustered choso (yum), hand job, lactation kink?
ā lexy's notes: itās my first hybrid fic auā¦. go easy on me please <\3 ending was a bit rushed because i totally forgot i had a final to do, sry. also not proofread like alwaysā
farm hand!choso really hopes that the next few weeks go by quick. competition season is at its peak right now and as the prized heifer at sukuna farms, youāve been a bit restless. all the chatter surrounding your name, the doctors coming and going to make sure no rut is around the corner and youāre in perfect condition for the show. itās safe to say youāve been on edge. shying away from the hair dressers, only really letting few people come near you, sukuna has had his day filled with anxious mooās and soft whines of complaints leaving your mouth.
while the doctors did give you the all clear for any signs of heats or ruts, your tits have been feeling extra achy lately. you normally milk them yourself as it has become second nature not wanting to burden the new cute boy, farm hand!choso. you will admitā¦. you harbor quite a large crush on him. ever since your owner introduced him, it was hard to not notice how quick his cheeks reddened at the soft jiggle of your chest, and the way his throat bobs when you call out a sweet āhi, cho!ā every time you see him enter the barn. and with all this in the back of your mind, you know having his warm hands on you might make you go a little woozy. so you've been stuck trying to relieve yourself of the pain, but with your nerves at an all time high, you're not able to produce as much milk as you would like. feeling a little useless, you find yourself walking over to the farmers house with a pout gracing your glossy lips.
it's no surprise that owner!sukuna spoils you. cute velvet and silk pj sets, diamond studded colars with a small bell in the middle. there isn't much the gruff man wouldn't do for you. you're his money maker after all, and you've always been so sweet to him, listening intently when he gives orders. because this all goes without saying, farm hand!choso shouldn't have been surprised when he found you sitting in the older mans lap as tears rolled down your cheeks. before he got the chance to even question what's wrong, the pink haired man is telling him. "she has a clogged milk duct and the doctors are out of the state on business. one of my buddies from school is coming down to check it out but i have to pick him up from the city." it's hard to focus on what's being said when his eyes trail down and meet your puffy ones. its embarrassing how hard its getting him, seeing your normally wide and enthusiastic eyes, now a little red and lined with fat globs of salty tears. but the last sentence from the man is enough to garner his attention once again. "so while 'm gone, y'r in charge. make sure none of the others bother her. especially that damn bull, toji." grumbling at the name of the troublesome hybrid. and when choso nods in understanding, and assures sukuna that you'll be well taken care of, the farmer tilts his head in thanks and shushes your cries once you come to terms with the fact that he really is leaving.
between the pain in your chest, and this being the first time that your owner is away from you, you're not sure what's hurting more. and after his gentle head pats and reassurance of " 'm not gon' be long okay, sweetheart? choso here is gonna take real good care of you while i'm away" you calm down a little more. everyone in the room could tell by the teasing tilt in his voice towards the end of his sentence that there's a second meaning behind taking care of you. your poor clouded mind didn't think too much of it, but farm hand!choso definitely did. he's heard first hand how needy you can get some nights. calling out to sukuna, the wet squelch of your pussy after a particularly hard working day. it's not something he can ignore considering he's jerked off to your sounds for a night or two....
farm hand!choso hasnāt had this much pressure on him since his highschool tennis team made it to the finals. but knowing how praised you are on this farm by not only the other farm hands, but the hybrids too, makes him a little nervous when it comes to taking care and watching over you. itās totally okay though!! you mustāve noticed his nerves at an all time high and while you were in pain, it wonāt hurt to help the cute boy out! so you suggest that he stays in your personal barn with you. it has everything he would need and a bed big enough to fit 3 of you. and of course he complies, the cute hybrid wants him to stay with her, basically a wet dream come true.
and wet it definitely was. the walk from sukunaās farm house to the barn was a blur of flustered giggles emitting from the both of you. farm hand!choso and you were flirting like two teenagers in love. heat crawling up both of your necks when a compliment leaves the others mouth. an outsider would think theyāre watching two young people fall for eachother, but choso is trying so so hard to behave himself and not succumb to his sinful thoughts. he doesnāt want to scare you away or have his boss mad at him for touching you in ways a farm hand definitely shouldnāt touch a hybrid. all things considered, he was doing really good up until you asked for him to massage your tits since his hands were just so so warm, āmaybe itāll get rid of the milk duct, cho!ā gone were any sensible thoughts for the both of you. what was originally a bad idea in your mind turned out to be the only possible solution when you finally get the man youāve been dying to have in your bed.
heās a stuttering mess when you first ask, but after seeing the small winces youāve been letting out every few minutes, he decides why not. heās doing this for you, and to help alleviate the pain is what he keeps repeating in his mind when he lays his back against your wooden headboard and gets comfortable in the large array of pillows on your bed. ācome sit on my lap, baby. let cho take care of you alright?ā and the cute nod you give him paired with your shy smile has him holding back a groan. when your ass is finally flush with his throbbing erection, you canāt help but let out a shiver in anticipation. and when his warm, rough hands finally push down the straps to your thin top the cold air is enough to make your nipples stand to attention. thereās dribbles of milk there but he canāt tell itās clogged by how full they look. āhurry, it hurtsā you whine once you grow tired of him ogling your chest. he lets out a real quite āmākayā and feels the weight of them in his hand. as he works his fingers back and forth along your tits, you canāt help the soft mooās leaving your mouth. some even turn into moans at a particularly rough twist of your nipple.
you know heās doing this to help with the discomfort and pain, but you wanna give him a little something as thanks. your owner always gives your pussy some licks and kisses after you do something good so why not return the favor! āwant you to suck them please? youāre making me feel so good, cho! can i make you feel good too?ā you murmur shyly. this is so much better than your own hands! maybe youāll ask him to help next time too. in the midst of rubbing at your tits, he didnāt notice how hard heās gotten. and it seems youāve grown antsy from his touch too, so before you can wiggle your ass on his crotch again he nods and moves down to encase his lips around the mound.
farm hand!choso thinks he mightāve died and gone to heaven. not only did he get the go ahead to freely paw at your chest, but now youāre asking to jerk him off as he sucks on them too?! he doesnāt see how this is anything but a win win situation, as he tries to think about anything other than your soft hands wrapping around his cock. he canāt blow this opportunity by coming too quick!
sometime along the way, he's gone milk drunk, after the alleviating pop, the clogged duct is gone and the liquid is freely pouring into his mouth. seeing his half lidded eyes look up at you with remnants of your secretion on his chin, is making you a lot more hot and bothered than you would think. the size of his cock is enough to have you dizzy while you're working your hands up and down his length. having his mouth on you alone has you reaching your peak quick. getting a chunk of his dark locks in your hand, you detach him from your nipple, and pull farm hand!choso into a hot and searing kiss. one thing you've been taught is that coming together is a lot better than finishing on your own, so your movements are feverish as you reach his tip and squeeze just a little, hoping to have him cum in your hands. " 'm cumming, cho! feel so so good! thank y -ahh thank you!" is moaned against his lips. he's not far behind and with a few quick thrusts up into your hand, he's coming too.
farm hand!choso has done a lot of things, but this may just be at the top of his list. he just hopes the farmer will understand and won't be too mad at him.
ā§Needy!JasonTodd who loves nothing more than to watch his girl squirm and gasp as he fucks her with his fingers.
ā§Needy!JasonTodd who starts off with just one, shuddering at how wet and tight you feel for him, right off the bat. Like you had been waiting for him to come home and play with your cunt like he owned it. How your walls just seem to mold right around him... and how much tighter they would feel around his twitching cockā¦
ā§Needy!JasonTodd who waits for you to get used to the feeling before adding another finger. Who then uses both two digits to stretch you out, scissoring them into you in a way that makes your eyes rolls into the back of your head.
ā§Needy!JasonTodd who presses his forehead against yours as you cum, his cock hardening with every clench of your pussy. Who kisses you deeply, swallowing every moan, his eyes closing in utter bliss. The sound of your delicious cries are music to his ears.
ā§Needy!JasonTodd who thinks one orgasm from you isnāt enough; never enough. What a horrible, cruel boyfriend he would be, to only leave you with one tonight. Noā¦ he thinks, he could never do that to his sweetheart. He wants to see you give him at least 3 more before the night is done, and so that's what he does.
untitled drabble inspired by this picture . . . ā¤ļø ā¬
ākeep talking,ā you sneer, gloved hand fisted tight in his hair. āyou were so smug ten minutes ago.ā
now heās up against the glassāhis suit half-zipped, flushed chest rising and falling fast, back to the city skyline as the light of passing helicopters flickers across his skin. the window is cold. his body is warm and his head is tipped back in your grip like heās offering up his throat on purpose.
dick gasps when you pull harder. his hands twitch at his sidesāhe wants to grab you, wants to flip this around, take control, but he doesnāt. he stays still.
ānot so mouthy now,ā you murmur, licking a stripe up his neck. āwhat happened to all that attitude?ā
you grind your thigh against the hard line of his cock, and fuckāthe noise he makes, like youāve just hit a nerve deep in his spine. he chokes on it and tries to suck in air. your grip tightens in his hair. your other hand slips down, palming him through the suit. his hips jerk.
āyou like that?ā you whisper. ābeing handled like this?ā
he moans. nods. canāt bring himself to look you in the eye.
āsay it.ā
āiāā he pants. āi like it.ā
ālike what, baby?ā
he swallows hard, cheeks flushed red. ālike when youāre rough with me.ā
āgood boy.ā
then you drop to your knees.
his hand instantly goes to your shoulder, fingers trembling, eyes wide. āfuckāwaitāā
you ignore him. pull the zipper down the rest of the way. his cock springs freeāthick, flushed, already leaking. needy. twitching against his stomach like itās been aching for you all day. you look up at him through your lashes.
āstill want to act cocky?ā you murmur, tongue flicking over the tip, gathering up that bead of precum.
his head thuds back against the glass.
āno,ā he gasps. āfuckāplease justāā
you take him into your mouth slow, all the way to the back of your throat, and his knees buckle. he whimpers. you moan. your hands are back in his hair. this time, heās the one falling apart under your gripāhis perfect jaw slack, his breath fogging up the window, his cock pulsing between your lips while you suck him like he belongs to you.
and maybe he does. because when he finally cumsāyour name ripped from his throatāhe doesnāt even pretend to pull away. he just melts against the glass. shivering. fucked-out. panting. you wipe your mouth. tilt his chin up again.
āthereās my good boy,ā you whisper.
he grinsāweakly. but the look in his eyes says: next time, heās the one grabbing your hair.
It'd taken you hours of convincing, not including the months of pre-convincing. He'd finally given in to you, albeit ā reluctantly.
That much was obvious with how tense he'd been, with his head slumped at the crook of your neck.
"I'm not happy about this."
That was last week.
Somehow, you'd managed to break through your husband's stubbornness and paranoia of letting you go somewhere far too close to a body of water. You just needed an escape from the endless baby-talk, the worries of what-if's or what-could-go-wrong.
And now, here you were. Out in the sun, finally in the air that was filtered by trees and not buildings. Though as part of your 'parole-deals', you had to call Clark every other hour. Which wasn't the most ideal, but if it calmed him, it was a fair deal.
The second Clark hears your voice ring through, the tension that was so tightly wound in him snaps.
"Hi," he breathes, all too quickly. Roughened with an edge of relief. It's painfully obvious that he'd been pacing back and forth, restless since he dropped you off. "Are you alright? Did they help you carry your bags? Are you hydrated? Wait ā how's your back? Better now?"
You held your phone a little away from your face after his outburst. So began round one of what was surely hourly interrogations.
"ā¦Yes, they did, my back still hurts like crap and I just took my vitamins."
He lets out another prolonged exhale, but the tensions in his shoulders don't ease.
"Okayā¦okay, good. And you aren't lifting anything heavy? Or walking far? You're staying off your feet as much as possible?"
You'd almost heard him pacing again, in what seemed to be short bursts, and gusts of winds ā as though just the thought of you over-exerting himself was enough for his mind to go on overdrive.
"You have to take it easy."
There was a long pause heard on your end, and you snort in amusement.
"Honeyā¦I'm not working for Habitat for Humanity here."
Clark groans audibly at your snark, dragging his palm down his jaw.
"Don't joke. You need to be resting. Are you resting?"
"I am!" You bite back, petulantly, "the rest of the girls went out to the lake. I stuck back."
Clark's brows knit into a furrow when he hears shuffling.
"Thought I could do a little sunbathing. Get a little tanned."
He stiffens.
Imagining you, stretched all out under the sun, exposed and vulnerable ā
"Sweetheart, y-you can't." He blurts. Resting his forehead on the door jam with a frustrated huff. "You'll burn. Or ā or get bitten. Please tell me you aren't outside yet."
You stared out at the view of your cabin overlooking Lake Erie. Shielding yourself from the sun.
"ā¦No, I'm not."
Clark knew that pause. His wife was never really good at lying.
He takes your name, a tone he specially reserved for when you had the gall to blatantly lie to his face. "Put sunscreen on or go right back inside, I swear ā"
Clark doesn't finish his thought, but they both know he wouldn't be behind flying right on over if you insisted on being stubborn.
Something told you this particular line of questioning was a subtle ploy for him to nag you until you relented.
"ā¦You wanna see what I'm wearing?"
It called for a strategy change.
Which seemed to work, considering the loud clatter you heard over the line.
"T-That's āā¦" Words barely above a stuttered choke.
Clark's eyes flutter shut at the weight of the burning image of you. Overheating at the very idea that you might've been wearing far than modest clothes. If you even were wearing anything.
That alone had the screen protector of his phone crack under the weight of his grip.
"ā¦Yā¦es," he croaks, "I-I do, but that isn't the point ā"
[11:20am]
You: <Incoming Video Call>
A strangled whine leaves Clark's throat when the image of you loads fully on his cracked screen.
You looked absolutely beautiful, with golden rays of the warm glow bathing your skin. Belly swelled and glistening, "ā¦you didn't wear sunscreenā¦" He finally manages as he slumps onto the edge of the bed.
"I was about to," you say impatiently, propping your phone up against the half-drunk glass of lemonade.
Clark takes a hefty gulp when the angle readjusts, offering him a full view of you ā curves of soft tits in a white bikini top, paired with cheeky bottoms.
Somehow, the visual impact of it felt far too heightened; even the sight of you harmlessly squeezing out a generous amount of sunscreen onto your palms had his cock twitch involuntarily beneath his cotton sweats.
The creamy white spreads between your palms, and you lower them to lather it onto your belly.
Clark's burning the sight to his mind, watching the lotion coat your skin, gliding past the freckles of your abdomen.
His throat bobs with effort to control himself, though his hands were already idly rubbing over the ache of his erection.
"Youā¦āyou're notā¦being thorough." He finally mutters as an afterthought, "gonnaā¦miss a spot."
Your gaze flickers to the subtle twitch of his biceps and shoulders. He was no doubt touching himself, wasn't he? The thought has you biting down on your lips.
"Yeah? Where should I be rubbing, then?"
Clark squeezes himself, grunting at the surge that crept down his spine.
"Theā¦side of your thighs."
You shift with a grin, sliding your fingers down to the apex. "Here?"
His hand slides beneath his waistband, humming a low mm-mh. Clark's fixated on the way you continue to drag the glistening cream down between your thighs, inching them further apart with every rub.
He slides his palm flat down the shaft of his stiff cock, squeezing and stroking himself with a few dry rubs.
"Rightā¦.r-right thereā¦" he nods through ragged gasps.
Clark nearly feels himself cum when he sees the slick of your folds peek through beneath the gusset.
"Oh.." you coo, thoughtfully, sliding your fingers beneath the strings, "they're in the way. Should I take them off?"
He lets out a loud groan, fully tugging his pants halfway down his thighs.
"You're killin' me, baby."
His more than eager reactions has you clench beneath the flimsy fabric. You were impossibly soaked, just at the thought of him being so turned on by you.
Slowly, you drag your fingers down over your mound, pulling the gusset of your bikini to the side. Clark strokes himself harder at the sight ā sticky, slick clinging to the wet fabric.
"O-Ohā¦goshā¦you're soā¦"
You nod quickly, dragging two of your fingers down between your parted folds, dragging the wetness up to your clit.
"I miss youā¦" you manage through a quiet whimper, nudging two of your fingers knuckle deep into your cunt.
Clark's head slumps, and you jolt at the sight of him spitting on his cock. "Y-You have no idea," he grunts as he fists himself. "How badlyā¦I-I want to make love to you right now."
Your cheeks warm at his words, and you steady yourself with a palm behind, fully grinding your digits into you, and up to the roof of the spongy walls.
"Clarkā¦Clarkā¦" You whine, rolling your hips rhythmically onto them, "s'not enoughā¦I need you."
His movements falter at your wanton mewling, shaking his head slowly. The camera switches from the sight of his face to the view of his fist around cock.
You let out a sharp gasp, thighs quivering at louder noises ā dull thwacks of him pumping himself, rubbing his pre over his length.
"Thisā¦s'what you do to me baby, so goddamn beautifulā¦sitting there all swollen with āā¦nghā¦mineā¦mine mine."
His unrestrained grunts went straight to your pussy. You all but whimper, timing your thrusts to the pace of his pumps.
"Gonna fuck you when you're back, mm? Nice an' goodā¦"
"Sh-Shit, Clark!"
He never cusses until moments like these, and it drove you crazy. The white hot flashes rip through you like electric shocks, and you cum hard in shudders.
Spots fill your vision when you look back into the camera, catching what seems to be shaky movements.
you donāt even mean to do it. youāre mid-argumentāhalf teasing, half serious, sprawled across his lap in nothing but your little tank top and the softest shorts you ownāand heās trying to stay annoyed with you, jaw tight, hand resting casually against your thigh like he isnāt thinking about slipping it higher.
and then you grab his wrist. his left handāfingers long and strong, knuckles dusted with tiny scars from patrol. the one he wears rings on. silver. two on his index and middle fingers, one thick band on his thumb. the metal is cool against your palm.
you bring it to your lips without thinking. you suck his finger into your mouth. slowly. lazily. like it belongs there. like youāve done it a hundred times.
his words stop mid-sentence. his breath catchesāvisibly. you can feel him shift beneath you, thighs tensing, something twitching against your ass. his free hand comes to grip your waist, and not gently.
āyouāre trying to piss me off,ā he says, low.
you pull off his finger with a pop. look up at him all wide-eyed and innocent. āam not.ā
ābullshit,ā he growlsāand thatās when he grabs you.
hand to your throat. fingers splayed across the sides of your neck, thumb tilting your chin up, pressing just enough to make your pulse skip beneath his touch.
he leans in. his lips brush yours but he doesnāt kiss youānot yet. he just looks. down at your mouth. at your spit-slick lips. at the way youāre panting now, even though heās barely touched you.
"you like sucking on things, huh?" he murmurs. his voice is dark, mean. āthat desperate for my fingers you couldnāt wait?ā
you nod. barely. because his grip tightens just a littleānot enough to hurt. his other handāthe one with the ringsācomes back to your lips.
āopen up,ā he says.
and you do. he pushes two fingers in this timeāknuckles nudging against your lips as you suck them deeper, moaning around the taste of his skin and the cold brush of metal.
he watches. intently. thumb still on your throat. eyes half-lidded, hungry, like heās memorizing the way your tongue curls around him. like heās imagining it lower. wetter. deeper.
āthatās it, baby,ā he whispers. āshow me how good youāll be when itās my cock in your mouth instead.ā
based on this request. hello bitches i'm back from the dead
while iāve been away sick, we reached 1k hotties on here and i couldnāt be more grateful. thank you so much for the support!!! giving you all a fat kiss rn <3
while iāve been away sick, we reached 1k hotties on here and i couldnāt be more grateful. thank you so much for the support!!! giving you all a fat kiss rn <3
