#hinted black reader

[do-u-c-this-horse-sh]

"First catch."

– Lee Dutton, x (black!)daughter!reader

"Dad!"

The voice was tiny, distant. Couldn't hear it if you were talking, like he was. But, he pauses anyway. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was the fact that he'd learn how to always hear the precious girl. She was too curious, sometimes.

"You good?" Kayce eyes him, getting a shrug. "Yeah... thought I heard somethin'." The conversation continues. Then, it happens again. "Dad! Dad... Daddy!"

This time, he abandoned the conversation between his brothers and father, turning and looking for the source of the voice. He immediately spots the voice, snorting fondly.

The others notice, squinting in the same direction to see what was so funny. Then, they all snort. His little girl, from miles away, running at full speed. One hand holding her bunched up skirts. In the other, something long.

Whatever it was, she was apparently excited about it. Because she kept running... hard. And fast. "She's gonna hurt herself runnin' like that." Kayce muses. Ironically she falls... then, she scrambles back up and keeps on running.

Everyone laughs or winces, Lee sighing with his hands on his hips. "That girl." "Dad! Dad! Look!" Still so far away, it was amusing that she was still trying to talk to him. John sighs, just as amused. "Well... at least she isn't like the rest of ya."

His brother's make wounded sounds, dramatically hurt and offended. Lee shakes his head, standing up and starting to walk in the girl's direction.

Behind the girl, Monica rides behind her on a horse, making sure she was safe enough to do what she wanted. She looked fairly amused, Tate behind her. Lee meets them halfway, catching the girl before she could fall again.

"There you are!" The girl squeals as she's tossed in the air and twirled around. "Daddy, look! You're not looking!" She manages to get the words out through her giggles.

He finally sets her down and crouches, taking her in. "Woah! Hey!" He laughs at what was in her hand: a huge fish. That still managed to wiggle around, miraculously. "Look!" "I see!" He kisses her head proudly, getting a sweet grin.

Monica catches up, smiling. "She was about to call it quits before she caught that." The woman smiles, sliding off her horse, helping her son do the same.

"Especially when Tate kept catching them." "Dad, can Mr. Gator cook this?" His girl asks, unsure but still excited. Lee smiles, cupping the girl's neck and adjusting the hat on her head.

"Well, we ain't gonna let that go to waste, now are we?" The girl giggles and squeals, running off to everyone else. Tate follows, wanting to show his dad the fish that he caught, too. "Grandpa! Look what I got!"

"Dad, look at how much I got!" "Woah, look at you two!" Both kids were granted the attention and praise they wanted, Lee simply watching with a warm heart and big grin.

"She's gonna go far with this kind of stuff," Momica smiles softly, watching the same as he was. "Farming, ranching... she cares." Lee hums shortly at that, watching as John let's the girl climb on his old(er) back.

"... she's a catch, alright. She's good."

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I heard your call and I bring you my inner most desire. I want Choso absolutely sobbing, crying, drooling over how good the readers pussy feels (riding position). And I want the reader to praise him. Petting his hair and telling him how good he's doing and bam! He cums 😌 (fem!reader please)

LIVE-STREAM PREVIEW ! ( 22 Oct. 2023 )

categories: sub male ; choso k. ; ( hinted blk ) f!reader

glossy brown eyes dart to anywhere but you. the clock, your posters, the door, the clothes on the floor. anywhere but the place where your bodied connected so deliciously. his breath stutters, sweaty and barren chest rising shakily.

the poor baby, he can't handle it. his toes are curled and his eyes are screwed shut, kiss-swollen lips shivering.

"choso," he can't handle the way your soft voice calls him. the warmth of your walls engulfes his cock in a way that makes him think he'll go insane. "choso," you sing, acrylic nails lightly graze his chest; the light scraping of your brains against his skin makes him shudder. "yes—?" he chokes, hips stuttering up and into you.

a light chuckle leaves your lips, one he recognizes that has a sense of cruelty and love laced in it.

"you're doing so well baby," you coo, a hand going to card through his disheveled hair, "but...i need you to say awake." choso hears a soft laugh before a soft kiss to the mark on the bridge of his nose. "can you do that for me, my love?"

a cough leaves his lips, strings of saliva connecting his lips as he opens them. "y-yes," his voice cracks, sniffles ringing in the hair as more tears fall from the corners of his eyes.

"good," you whisper, picking up the pace of your hips.

a quiet noise mixed with a choking sound and a groan leave him as he throws his head back. "oh, oh!" he whines, hips subconsciously rolling up to meet yours. there's nothing but warmth spreading throughout his body, and especially wrapped around his much too sensitive cock. it's been years since he's been this intimate with a woman and he can't handle it. "you okay?" you hum.

choso gulps, sucking in the hot, tension-filled air. "mhm!" he gulps, failing at holding back tears, "you just—ngh! you feel too good!"

you smile, "oh, i know. but you're doing so good! you've been so good for me cho, i know you have one more." your praise seems to smash a button inside of his head. your fingers card through his strings of hair as you whisper such praise to the shell of his ear, hips rolling too sensually for the man.

his breath hitches loudly, eyes rolling back. "hah...oh! baby!" he whines, his calloused hands gripping onto the fat of your hips, and his hips rut upwards.

with a whine and a hiss you feel his cum paint your walls, as you find the feeling of his legs trembling amusing.

you don't move, simply cockwarming him as he comes down from his high. after a few seconds, you press soft kisses to his sweaty forehead. "good job, my love," you coo, squeezing his cheeks. he gulps at your praise and you feel his now softened cock twitch inside of you.

"now can you do me a favor?"

"huh?" he whispers, looking up at you with adoring eyes.

"can you handle giving me one?"

little thirst, it's been a while since i wrote smut or for him. i tried to write a bit differently since ive gotten in the mood, i hope this was alright!! i am so sorry you had to wait this long...