new pretty prized heifer at ryomen acres!
content: 18+ mdni! toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, choso kamo x reader! m/m/m/f. hybrid fic. bull hybrid toji, cow hybrid reader, farmer sukuna, ranch hand choso. smut with a lot of plot. breeding kink, lactation kink, fucking on the first meeting, p in v, fingering, creampie(s), fourway, (sukunaās got a dick piercing) pussy eating, cum eating, multiple positions, spit-roasting, face fucking, tit-fucking, cum shots (literally everybody is cumming) nasty nasty sex, whew! pregnancy at the end, happy ending!
eliās notes: finally this shit is finished, i'm not gonna lie i wrote this entire thing laughing at so many parts, it's more funny to me than anything BAHAHA, also fourways are fucking hard to write holy shit. anyway, please read the tags, enjoy all 6.3k of this if you choose to read, mwah!
the ad had been simple.
seeking healthy holstein hybrid female, 22ā28, good milk lines, private pasture, top pay, long-term contract.
youād answered it because rent was three months late, because your last heat left you curled on the bathroom floor leaking through three towels, because the city smelled like exhaust and loneliness and you missed grass under your feet. you came from a farm, like most cowgirls. but your family moved to the city recently when some rich hot-shot bought out your family's entire land.
gojo industries, was it? you tap your chin thoughtfully but you shrug it off. who knows.
either way, you weren't unused to farm life, though you never expected to come back to the country-side to be a breeding project. that was the fine print in the ad you decided to read halfway on your drive out to the farm. you groaned, rolling your eyes but continued driving 'cause hey, a dollar's a dollar. your thighs had pressed together at the thought, wondering who you'd meet, only having spoke to the farm owner over the phone a few times after finding the ad, surely he's not the person he wants you to mate with. you thought about how long it'd been since you'd gotten a good fuck from a guy in a while. not many city boys wanting to do a cow-hybrid girl. heat pooled low in your belly the entire drive there, dampening your panties.
soon enough you arrive. your truck dies with a cough outside the gate and you sit there a minute, hands tight on the wheel, heart hammering against your ribs.
your eyes scan the land. the signās half rusted off its postāryomen acresāand the driveway is more pothole than gravel. you roll past silos, some chicken coops, and finally the main house, a big ole two-story, paint peeling, porch sagging like itās tired.
sukunaās already waiting, boots kicked up on the railing, cigarette glowing red in the dusk. heās wearing a black tank thatās seen better days, ink crawling over both arms and up his throat, black lines painting his face. when he spots you he flicks the smoke away and stands, damn near seven feet of him unfolding slow.
āyou the city heifer?ā he asks, voice rough but not unkind.
you nod and climb out. youāre wearing nothing but a thin white crop top stretched tight over your swollen tits and tiny denim shorts that barely cover your ass, standard uniform for new stock on sukunaās hybrid ranch. thighs ripping from the seat after the long drive. your tits are killing youāswollen, aching, a wet patch already blooming. the little brass bell on your leather collar jingles when you move.
sukunaās eyes drop to it, then lower, lingering on the way your nipples poke through thin cotton. āwhat's your name again, pretty girl?ā
you give him your name softly, and he grins.
āmm, cute. iām ryomen sukuna. i own this shithole. but itās my shithole.ā
he jerks his chin toward the biggest barn, black paint, a couple windows. āthe bullās in there. nameās toji fushiguro. heās a mean, spoiled son of a bitch and heās run off every cow iāve brought home this year. six of āem. one lasted four hours before she was crying for her mama. you walk in there, he donāt like you, i put you back on the road with gas money and a sorry. he does like youā¦ā sukuna grins, slow and sharp. āthen youāre mine till you pop out a calf or three. you still want the tour?ā
your tail flicks nervously, milk beads at your nipples, threatening to drip. āi already quit my job and sold my furniture.ā
āgood girl.ā he claps once, loud. āletās go see your bull, yeah?ā
he walks you across the yard, boots crunching on the gravel. the closer you get to the barn the thicker the air getsāhay, sweat, something darker. a manās musk so strong your knees wobble. sukuna slides the heavy door open just enough to slip through and pulls you in after him.
inside itās dim and warm, lit by a couple hanging bulbs. hay bales tower like walls, chains dangle from the rafters.
chosoāhis ranch handāis inside, pitchfork in hand, flannel sleeves rolled high. his dark eyes flick up, lock on your chest, then snap away like heās been burned.
sukuna smirks. ākamo, meet the new girl. ain't she pretty?ā
choso swallows hard, gives a tiny nod, tipping his cowboy hat to you. āyes, boss.ā
you smile at him, then look around some more. it's then that you see him, in the center ringed by soft straw, sprawled out like a king, tail flicking lazy, black ears angled back. heās bigger than you pictured. he's got shoulders broad enough to block the light, black horns polished to a shine. scars crisscross on his chest and abs like someone tried to carve him up and gave up. heās wearing nothing but low-slung jeans and a scowl, arms folded, eyes closed.
sukuna gently shoves you forward. āma'am, thisā¦is toji fushiguro. my best friend, my prized bull with the worst attitude. 'ji, say hello to the pretty little cow thatās finally gonna shut you up.ā
toji doesnāt even lift his head. āsmells like the last five. i'll pass.ā
your stomach drops, wondering what the fuck his problem is. sukuna groans, rolling his eyes.
āstand up and sniff her properly, you lazy fuck.ā
toji sighs, pushes to his feet. six foot something of pure muscle and bad attitude. he towers over you, green eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring. he circles onceāslowātail brushing your hip. he stops behind you and leans in. one deep breath against the nape of your neck and his whole body goes rigid.
his head snaps up, his nostrils flare, pupils blowing wide until the green is just a thin ring. his tail stops moving.
āthis one,ā he says, voice so deep it scrapes. āsmells like mine.ā
your bell jingles hard when you shiver.
sukuna whistles. āwell, i'll be damned. eight months and thirty grand later, the prissy little prince finally picks a bride.ā
toji shoots him a glare but his attention immediately flicks back to you, his hand settles on your hipāhuge, calloused, possessive. āget her clothes off. i wanna see what iām working with.ā
sukuna rolls his eyes but steps forward, fingers hooking the straps of your tank top. āyou could try please, asshole.ā
āplease,ā toji mocks, but his eyes never leave you like he's silently asking you for permission.
you nod and lift your arms as toji slides your top up and over your head, your jean shorts are quickly unbuttoned and slide down your body, pooling at your feet. youāre bare underneath except for pale blue panties already soaked through. milk beads at both nipples, fat drops rolling slow down the curve of your tits. tojiās growl deepens. he reaches out, cups one breast gentleālike heās testing ripenessāthen squeezes. milk sprays in a thin arc and you moan a little, knees buckling.
āfuck,ā sukuna mutters, adjusting himself. ātold you her lines were good.ā
toji ignores him. he leans down, drags his tongue over your nipple, lapping up every drop. the rough texture of his tongue feels so good, a hand immediately flying to his hair. his other hand slides between your thighs, cupping your pussy through the fabric.
āpussyās drenched,ā he rasps against your skin. ābeen thinking about getting some cock the whole drive, huh?ā
you shamefully nod before you can stop yourself.
sukuna laughs softly. āalright, princess. guess youāre staying. letās get her settled before you rut her into the ground on night one.ā
toji grunts but steps backājust barely. sukuna takes your hand and tugs you toward a corner of the barn thatās been turned into a little space just for you. a thick mattress piled high with blankets, soft lights strung overhead, a mini fridge humming in the corner. thereās even a tv mounted on the wall, a little dresser for all your things.
āyouāll live here,ā sukuna says. ātoji donāt like the house. he sleeps in the barn like a feral bastard. but if you need anything, text me. bathroomās through that door. foodās in the fridge, mostly junk, his majestyās diet. but don't worry, iāll bring you real groceries tomorrow.ā he winks.
tojiās already shedding his jeans behind you, zero shame. his cock heavy and half-hard, swinging between his thighs. the headās flushed dark, a thick vein running the underside. you stare too long, imaging bouncing on it, riding him like a cowgirl till he cums deep inside you and he smirks at the redness on your cheeks.
ālike what you see, sweetheart?ā
your tail swishes, ears twitching, milk drips from your tits a little, pattering onto the blankets.
sukuna sighs like a tired babysitter. āiām gonna go a grab beer and pretend iām not watching my best friend ruin a perfectly good heifer on day one. play niceāboth of you. kamo! let's head out. give these two lovebirds some privacy.ā
choso quickly gathers himself at the sound of his name, as if he wasn't staring at your gorgeous body the entire time. he adjusts himself in his jeans as he walks and slips out alongside sukuna, sliding the barn door shut behind him. the click of the latch echoes. the silence stretches, the air thick and electric.
toji stalks forward until your back hits the mattress pile. he looms over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other trailing down your belly to hook in your panties.
ābeen waiting a long fucking time for someone that feels right,ā he says, voice low. āevery one they brought me justā¦didnāt feel right. youāā he inhales deep along your throat, āālook like youāre it for me.ā
he rips your panties off like tissue paper, the cool air hits your soaked folds and you whine.
āgonna take my time tonight,ā he murmurs, pushing you down into the blankets. āgonna open you up slow. make sure this pretty pussy remembers who it belongs to.ā
his mouth finds your tit again, sucking hard, drawing milk in steady pulls that make your back arch. the other hand slides between your legs, two thick fingers pushing in easy, curling, stroking that spot that has you seeing stars. youāre babbling alreadyā'please, toji, more, need it'āand he just chuckles against your skin.
āyou're needy little thing. donāt worry, baby. by morning youāll be so full of me youāll feel empty without my cock inside you.ā
he works you open for what feels like hoursāfingers, tongue, the blunt head of his cock rubbing through your creamy folds till youāre crying and begging for him to fuck you properly. only when youāre limp and trembling does he finally line up and sink ināone slow, relentless push until heās buried to the hilt and youāre stretched impossibly full.
he stays still, letting you adjust, forehead pressed to yours. ābreathe, baby. thatās it, easy.ā
then he starts to move, slow at first, deep rolling thrusts that drag over every nerve. your bell jingles with every snap of his hips. the pace builds steadyāharder, faster, the wet slap of his balls against your ass echoing in the barn.
āgonna breed you,ā he growls against your ear. āgonna pump you full every fucking day till your bellyās round.ā
āg-gonna cum, toji! pl-please, 'm so close.ā you whine, gripping his forearms, digging crescents into his skin with your nails.
he groans, a hand slipping between you both to rub tight circles on your aching bud of nerves. āyeah? go on then, baby. make a mess 'round my cock f'me.ā
you cum with a broken cry, pussy clamping down around his thick shaft, milking him. he lets out a low groan, thrusting deep, his tip bumping your sweet spot repeatedly and he floods you, cum painting your walls white. he grinds slow, making sure every drop stays inside.
he doesnāt pull out, doesn't want to. he just rolls you both onto your sides, still buried deep, a beefy arm locked around your waist.
āgo to sleep,ā he mumbles into your hair. āi ain't goin' anywhere.ā
youāre already drifting, sore and full and stupidly content, milk leaking slow out from your soft breasts. outside, sukuna and choso's boots crunch on gravel as they walk back to the house, talking about how their little plan worked. the plan being to get toji a girl, not just a mate, but someone to hold. to love. dull out his rough edges.
sukuna's lips grin around a fresh cigarette.
āhe finally picked one. how about it, kamo?ā
you wake up to the sun slicing through gaps in the barn boards, gold dust floating lazy in the air, and tojiās cock still half-hard inside you from the night before. heās got one massive arm slung over your waist, nose buried in your hair, breathing deep like heās been dreaming about your scent. your tits throbāswollen twice as bad overnight, milk drenching the sheets where it leaked while you slept.
every time he shifted and nudged your cervix. the bell on your collar gives a tiny jingle when you try to stretch and realize youāre pinned.
toji grumbles, hips rolling slow, grinding deeper. āquit squirming, baby. 'm tryna sleep.ā
ācanāt,ā you whimper. āit hurts, ne-need milking bad.ā
he cracks one green eye open, takes in the way your nipples are pert, red and dripping steady. a smirk tugs his mouth.
āmy poor girl. guess i didn't help you out much last night.ā his hand slides up, cups one heavy tit, gives a lazy squeeze. milk arcs out, splattering his forearm. he licks it off without shame. āthat's alright. iāll handle it.ā
he starts to sit up, but the barn door creaks open and choso steps in, boots quiet on the straw, carrying a shiny steel milking pail and a clean towel slung over his shoulder. his hairās down today, black strands messy from sleep, flannel unbuttoned enough to show his muscular chest. he freezes when he sees you tangled naked with toji, cheeks going pink.
āuhāboss said to come milk her first thing,ā he mumbles, eyes glued to your chest. ādidnāt know you two wereāsorry.ā
tojiās entire body goes stiff. a low sound starts in his chest, vibrating through you where youāre still connected. āthe fuck you doing in here, kamo?ā
choso swallows, but doesnāt back down. āsukunaās orders. sh-she look ready to burst. sheāll get mastitis if somebody donāt drain āem proper.ā then he looks at you with a soft smile, āi canā¦i can do it. i'll be gentle. promise i wonāt hurt you.ā
āye-yeah that's fine, you canāā you start but toji sits up fast, sliding out of you with a wet sound that makes you both groan. his thick cum immediately starts leaking down your thighs. he stands butt-ass naked, tail lashing hard enough to whistle, fists clenched. āi said iād handle my own.ā
āshe aināt just yours,ā choso says, voice soft but steady. āsheās on the payroll and boss pays me to keep all the stock healthy.ā
toji takes one step forward and the air crackles. ātouch her tits and i break your fucking hands.ā
choso sets the pail down slow, straightens up. heās a bit smaller than toji but built solid, shoulders squared now. ātry it.ā
they crash together before you can even fully blink. toji's horns clacking, fists flying. choso ducks under a wild swing, drives his shoulder into tojiās gut, sends him stumbling back into a hay bale. toji gets back up quickly, grabs choso by the throat, but choso knees him in the ribs, blood drips from tojiās lip and he grins feral around it.
you scramble up on shaky legs, milk streaming down your belly, voice cracking. āstopāpleaseāā
the barn door bangs open again and sukuna storms in, plastic grocery bags swinging from both fists. he takes one look at the fightātoji holding choso against a post, cock and balls out with no shameāsukuna drops everythingāeggs smash, beer cans roll, a six-pack bursts and foams across the floorāand wades in like a hurricane.
āenough!ā his voice booms, deeper than either of them. he grabs toji by the horn with one hand, choso by the back of the neck with the other, yanks them apart like they weigh nothing. both snarl but freeze under his grip.
āyou two idiots gonna kill each other over a pair of tits?ā sukuna snaps. āi swear to fuck i leave for twenty minutesāā
āhe touched whatās mine,ā toji spits, blood on his teeth.
āi didnāt touch shit yet,ā choso mutters, wiping his mouth.
sukuna looks at youāstanding there naked, shaking, milk running in rivers down your legs mixing with tojiās cum still oozing out. his red eyes darken, tongue dragging slow over his bottom lip.
āboth of you shut up.ā he lets them go, shoves toji back a step. ānew rule. nobody fights in my barn. nobody bleeds on my hay. and nobodyānobodyālets a good woman suffer ācause of ego.ā he points at your chest. ālook at her, fucking look. sheās in pain.ā
tojiās ears flatten, guilt flashing quick. chosoās shoulders drop,normally soft eyes even softerāsad almost.
sukuna exhales through his nose, runs a hand over his pink hair. āhereās how this goes. chosoās gonna milk herāby hand, gentle, like heās paid to. toji, youāre gonna sit your territorial ass right there and watch, ācause youāre the reason sheās clogged up in the first place. and if either of you throw another punch, i chain you both outside till winter. we clear?ā
toji glares murder, but nods once. choso nods too, not wanting to argue with the man that pays him.
sukuna kicks a busted bag aside, steps over spilled beer, and crooks a finger at you. ācāmere, sweetheart.ā
you pad over on wobbly legs. he guides you to sit on the edge of the mattress pile, back against his chest, legs spread wide so both toji and choso have a clear view. his big hands slide under your tits from behind, lifting the weight, thumbs brushing your nipples gently, milk beads instantly.
āsee? easy,ā he murmurs against your ear. ākamo, get over here.ā
choso kneels in front of you, hands trembling just a little when he takes over. his palms are warm, calloused from work but careful. he starts slowālong, steady pulls that ease the ache immediately. milk streams into the pail in thick white ropes, the sound obscene and soothing at the same time. you moan, head falling back on sukunaās shoulder.
toji watches from five feet away, jaw clenched so tight you hear it pop. his cockās hard again, heavy against his thigh, but he doesnāt move. just stares like heās memorizing every face you make.
āgood boy,ā sukuna mocks him softly. ālearning to share already.ā
toji flips him off but stays put. choso switches tits, leaning in too close for toji's comfort. his mouth brushes your skin accidentally-on-purpose. his tongue flicks out, catches a stray drop sliding down your ribs. you shiver hard.
sukuna chuckles dark. ālooks like someone's got a milk kink bigger than yours, 'ji.ā
chosoās ears burn red but he doesnāt stopākeeps milking steady, eyes half-lidded now, breathing rough. when the pailās half full and the pressure finally eases, he sits back on his heels, licks his lips shiny with you.
āall done,ā he says, voice hoarse.
sukuna lifts you easily, sets you on your feet, gently brushing of hay from the plush of your ass, he looks between the three of you, smirks.
ānow that everybodyās calm,ā he says, ābreakfast. then we talk about how this arrangementās really gonna work. ācause i didnāt spend the rest of my savings for you assholes to tear each other apart before she even catches.ā
toji stands slowly, wiping blood from his lip, eyes locked on you. āsheās catching today,ā he says, low promise.
sukuna snorts. āyeeah, yeah. weāll see about that, big guy. clean up this mess first.ā
he heads out, leaving the three of you in the quiet barn that suddenly feels way too small.
toji steps closer, cupping your jaw gentle despite the fresh bruise blooming on his cheek. āyou okay?ā
you nod, leaning into his palm. choso stays kneeling, pail between his boots, looking up at you like heās waiting for permission.
toji gives him a stern look and choso sighs, standing up with the pail in hand now. he slips out quietly, milk sloshing around in the metal tin at his side, cheeks still flushed dark. the barn door thuds shut behind him and itās just you and toji in the sudden hush. milk crusts on your skin, cum sticky between your thighs, straw stuck to your back. you feel raw and soft and weirdly safe.
toji rubs the back of his neck, eyes flicking anywhere but you. āgo shower, sweetheart. iāllāā he gestures at the wrecked space, the spilled groceries, the hay everywhere. āiāll clean this shit up.ā
you blink. you half expected him to follow you into the big tiled stall, pin you to the wall, wash you himself with those rough hands. burying his face nose deep in your ass. instead heās already kicking broken eggs into a pile, tail flicking restless.
āare you sure?ā you ask softly.
he grunts, doesnāt look up. āgo.ā
so you go. the bathroomās almost bigger than your old apartmentāwalk-in shower with warm stone floor, bottles of expensive shampoo lined up, courtesy of toji's pickiness. you peel off the ruined collar, let the hot water pound over your shoulders. last night's mess swimming down the drain. you stay under the spray until your fingers prune and your tits finally stop throbbing.
when you step out, towel wrapped loose, thereās a neat stack on the counter: fresh panties , white cotton with a pink bow, a soft green sundress that looks brand new and little brown cowgirl boots still in the box, and a choker sits on topāblack with a shiny gold cowbell, heavier than the old one, engraved on the inside with a tiny R.A. sukunaās mark. thereās a sticky note in his messy scrawl, 'wear this so everyone knows who you belong to now, princess'.
you smile despite yourself, buckle the choker snug. the bell gives a bright jingle when you turn. the dress hugs your tits perfectly, hem brushing mid-thigh, and the boots make your tail swish happy. you look in the foggy mirrorāears perked, cheeks pink, eyes bright. you look like you belong here.
you pad back into the barn barefoot first, boots dangling from two fingers. tojiās on his knees scrubbing beer off the floorboards, shirtless, jeans riding low, muscles shifting under scarred skin. the bed is already remadeāfresh sheets, pillows fluffed, your ruined panties gone like they never existed. heās even swept the straw into neat piles.
he hears the bell and looks up at you and freezes.
you do a little spin, dress flaring. āgonna show me around the farm?ā your voice comes out shy but teasing, tail flicking behind you.
toji stares too long. his ears twitch forward, then back. he drops the rag, stands slow, wiping his hands on his thighs. something raw flickers across his faceāsurprise, hunger, something softer he clearly doesnāt know what to do with.
āyeah,ā he mutters, voice rougher than usual. ālet me wash up first then we'll head out, baby.ā
he freshens up and gets changed, stepping back out smelling like your absolute darkest fantasies. he smirks as he passes you to grab a shirt and tug it over his horns, the fabric immediately constraining against his rigid chest, then offers his handāhuge but fitting yours perfectly. you take it. his fingers curl around yours automatically, possessive, but gentle. he leads you out into the morning sun.
the farmās bigger than it looked yesterday afternoon. rolling hills of green, white fence lines half falling down, a couple horses watching lazy from the corral, an old red tractor parked by the silo, chickens pecking at the dirt, and way off in the distanceāa glint of pond. the air smells like warm grass and sweet clover and him, the man that's supposed to be your mate.
toji walks slow so your shorter legs can keep up. he points shit out grufflyā āthatās the hay barn, donāt go in alone, roofās kinda sketchy. the pasture goes all the way to the tree line, good grazing for the actual cows. and pondās got bass if you fish. oh, stay outta the east field, that electric fence is live 24/7.ā every time he talks his thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand like he canāt stop touching.
you pass the chicken coop and he suddenly scoops you up, sets you on the rail of the fence so youāre eye level. his hands settle on your hips, thumbs brushing bare skin where the dress rides up.
āyou look real fucking pretty, you know that.ā he says low, almost pissed about it. āthat dressāsukuna pick it?ā
you nod, bell jingling. āmhm. he left it with the boots.ā
tojiās jaw works. āshould be me buying you shit.ā he leans in, nose brushing your throat, inhaling deep. āstill smell like me under all that soap. that's good.ā
heat pools low in your core again. you hook your ankles behind his thighs, tug him closer. āyou cleaned the whole barn for me.ā
he huffs, ears flicking embarrassed. āyeahā¦well, it was a mess.ā
āyou made me a little love nest.ā
āyou needed one, you're here to be a breeding cow andāā
ātoji.ā
he finally meets your eyesāgreen and stormy and a little lost in you. āwhat?ā
you cup his cheek. āthank you.ā
he leans into your palm like a big cat, eyes half closing. ādonāt say thank you. justāfuck. just stay, alright? donāt let me scare you off.ā
your heart does something funny. āiām ain't going anywhere.ā you say, repeating his words from last night.
he kisses you then, and it's slow, deep, nothing like last nightās claim. this one tastes like promise and nerves and the faint sweetness of syrup still on his tongue from breakfast. when he pulls back his forehead rests against yours.
āyeahā¦okay. thta's good,ā he breathes. āā¦real good. cause iām keeping you.ā
in the distance sukunaās truck rumbles up the driveway, choso riding shotgun with an elbow half out the window. toji doesnāt let go of your hips.
ācāmon, sweetheart,ā he murmurs, lifting you down easy. āstill gotta show you the back pasture. best spot on the whole damn place. grass so thick you sink to your knees.ā
he laces your fingers again and pulls you along, tail swishing slow and content behind him, your bell jingling with every happy step.
the warm country sunās bleeding orange across the sky when you finally wander back to the barn, sweaty and grass-stained, tojiās arm slung heavy around your shoulders like heās scared youāll vanish if he lets go. the whole dayās been softāhim pushing you on an old tire swing, stealing kisses behind the hay barn, feeding you strawberries straight from the patch while you sat in his lap. your thighs still ache from riding him slow in the back pasture at noon, fucking up into you while dragonflies buzzed overhead and he growled 'mine mine mine' against your throat.
youāre both laughing about something stupidāchoso tripping over a feed bucket earlier, the chickens attacking him on the groundāwhen the barn door slides open and sukuna steps in, choso right behind him. sukunaās got a beer in one hand, other tucked in his pocket, red eyes sharp. chosoās carrying a fresh jug of sweet tea, cheeks pink from the heat.
your conversation dies instantly.
youāre straddling tojiās lap on the bed, dress rucked up to your waist, panties long gone somewhere in the grass of the back pasture. his cockās buried balls-deep, one thick arm banded around your back, the other hand squeezing your tits. your hips rock lazy, chasing the last sparks of your second orgasm of the day. tojiās head is thrown back, throat working on a groan when they walk in.
sukuna raises an eyebrow. āwell fuck me, didnāt even make it to supper.ā
chosoās eyes blow wide, tea jug nearly slipping from his fingers.
toji doesnāt stop movingājust slows, grinding up into you, possessive. āknock next time,ā he growls, but thereās no real heat in it.
you try to hide your face in his neck, mortified, but sukunaās already crossing the floor, boots loud.
ādonāt stop on our account, princess,ā he drawls, tongue loose from the alcohol. ābeen wondering how long till he had you bent again.ā
toji bares teeth. ācan't you see sheās busy?ā
sukuna snorts, sets his beer on a crate. āoh come on, 'ji. i brought her in, least you can do is share, asshole. farm rules.ā
the air shifts, choso and sukuna look at each other, a look that's thick and hungry. you can feel it in your spine. tojiās grip tightens, but his cock jerks inside you, betraying him.
choso edges closer, voice soft. āi-i justā¦wanted to check if she needed anything. brought some sweet tea too.ā
you whimperāhalf from toji rolling his hips, half from the way both their eyes lock on your leaking tits. milkās dripping steady now, soaking tojiās abs.
sukuna reaches out, thumbs a fat drop off your nipple, brings it to his mouth. āso goddamn sweet,ā he says, smirking at toji. āmoney makin' milkers right here.ā
toji shoots him a look but doesnāt argue when sukuna leans down and licks a hot stripe up your other breast. choso makes a broken sound like he wants a taste for himself too and drops to his knees beside the mattress.
toji finally pulls out slowāyour pussy clenches around nothing, cum already leaking.
he makes his way down your body and spreads your thighs wide, dives in face-first. his tongue is hot, dragging over your clit with every lick. he slurps loudāsucking his cum straight from your hole, spitting it back out just to tongue-fuck it deeper. it's filthy and absolutely obscene but you sob, oversensitive, hips jerking. he pins you down with one hand on your belly, the other shoving three fingers alongside his tongue, curling hard, making you cum once more.
he leaves a soft kiss on your clit and gently flips you onto your back, spreads your thighs wide, and shoves back in with one thrust that punches the air from your lungs.
āi've got rules, alright,ā he tells them, voice gravel. āshe's mine to breed. you get the rest. got it?ā
they both nod, already pussy drunk before they even get to touch you. they stare as he starts fucking you in earnestādeep, punishing strokes that make the bell on your choker jingle like crazy. your velvety walls fluttering around his thick shaft. sukuna chuckles, unzips, fists his heavy length slow, it's pierced right at the tip, leaking pre. choso follows suit, his cock equally as big, his big brown eyes glued to where toji disappears into you over and over.
sukuna climbs onto the mattress, kneels by your head. āopen that pretty mouth for me, baby.ā
obeying, you loll your tongue out, drooling already. he feeds you inch by thick inch till your throat bulges. choso whines, straddling your chest and sukuna grabs your tits, pushes them together so choso can slide his cock between them. he gathers as much spit as he can, letting it drip from his mouth straight down into the valley of your breasts, as his cock rubs between the wet warmth of your chest, making the drag filthy-wet. he groans when the head of his cock pokes out the top and bumps your chin.
toji growls in approval at the sound of your gluck gluck glucks! on sukuna's thick cock, hips snapping harder against your soppy cunt. āthatās it, babyāfuck. be louder f'us, shit.ā
you are loudāgagging around sukuna, moaning into every thrust between your breasts, pussy fluttering each time toji bottoms out. they pass you back and forth like a toy, chosoās gentle thrusts between your tits while sukuna fucks your throat raw, then they'll switch all the while toji rearranges your guts.
toji pulls out, flips you againāass up, face shoved into the pillows. he doesn't slide back in, no, instead, he takes a step back, letting his bestfriend have a try.
sukuna smirks, fisting his spit-slicked cock before takes your pussy from behind, rubbing the thick head between your honeyed folds before shoving deep inside, making you scream into the mattress. toji kneels in front, cock slick with your juices and shoves into your mouth instead, face-fucking you.
ābetter not cum inside,ā toji warns, voice deadly as he holds your head, thrusting into your tight throat. ātha-thatās mine.ā
sukuna slaps your ass, spreading your cheeks wide and drills into you relentlessly. choso leans back on a palm off to the side, stroking himself with a free hand. sukuna laughs breathlessly but pulls out when heās close, painting your back and ass in thick ropes. choso scrambles up to take his turn next, lining up behind you and sinking into you with a whimper. it takes him a second to gather himself, fighting every urge in his body to not immediately bust inside you. he starts with slow, deep strokes, then finds that rhythm, pounding your pussy but far more sweeter, careful. he still wrecks you, plush ass bouncing back and hitting his thick thighs, making you gush on his cock until toji shoves him off, deciding that's enough and slams home again.
he takes you hardāhis knees spreading yours wider, chest pressed to your back, one hand fisted in your hair yanking your head back so sukuna can watch your face.
āgonna fill you up, baby,ā toji rasps against your ear. ābreed this pretty pussy right in front of them so they never forget who you belong to, sweetheart.ā
you sobāoverstimulated, overwhelmed, cumming again from the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against your sticky clit. toji groans, shoving his cock deep inside and unloads hot, thick, endless pulses of cum that flood your womb and spill out around his base. he grinds through it, making sure every drop stays.
he finally pulls out and you collapse, trembling. but eagerly, choso immediately but gently flips you onto your back again not giving you a moment to think as he slides his cock back between your soaked tits, fucking them frantically. sukuna kneels over your chest, jerking himself rough.
ālet me see that tongue, pretty girl. want you to swallow it all for me,ā sukuna orders.
you open your mouth, tongue out like a whore, eyes glassy. they both cum at onceāchoso painting your tits and neck, sukuna adding heavy ropes across your cheeks and tongue, some filling up your mouth. you swallow it all down, the taste bitter but sweet.
toji watches the whole thing, chest heaving, then leans down slow then licks a long stripe up your tear-streaked cheek, tasting salt, sukuna's cum and you.
toji smirks, reaches down and tugs your bell onceāsharp jingle.
āwelcome to the farm, babygirl.ā
new pretty prized heifer at ryomen acres wins best milk in the whole county!
sukuna slaps the county paper on the kitchen table hard enough to rattle the coffee mugs, grin wide and evil. the headlineās in bold black letters under a giant photo of you in the show ringāsmiling proud, belly round and heavy with tojiās twins, gold bell gleaming against your throat. blue ribbon pinned right over your heart.
toji doesnāt even look up from where his face is buried in your neck, breathing you in like always. heās got you sat his lap at the breakfast table, one massive hand splayed over the tight curve of your belly, the other locked around your hip like someone might try to steal you.
he mumbles to himself against your skin, voice rough from sleep. ātouchinā her tits for a sample. should broken that old fart's fingers.ā
you laugh soft, ears flicking, and stroke the scar on his lip. āwellā¦you did glare too hard at that one guy. he dropped the collection jar, you're the reason he had to collect some more.ā
toji huffs into your neck, squeezing you tighter. choso sets a stack of pancakes in front of you, extra syrup because that's all you've been craving, sweet. his eyes linger on your belly, soft and fond. āyou want more eggs, pretty mama?ā
āmhm, please,ā you hum, leaning into tojiās chest.
sukuna drops into the chair across from you, kicks his boots up on the table. āpaper says your yieldās up thirty percent. twins and still pumping like a goddamn machine. weāre rich, assholes.ā
toji finally lifts his head, green eyes narrow. āwe were already rich. dick. now weāre just louder about it.ā
you raise an eyebrow, wondering why sukuna needed a heifer if they already had moā
then toji leans down, pressing a kiss to your neck. you shiver, it distracts you, tilting your head to the side with a soft moan, your thighs press together. he continues his unusually gentle barrage of kisses on your neck.
you smile, warm and stupidly happy, hand settling over tojiās on your belly. the babies kick hardāright against his palm and tojiās whole face goes soft for half a second, letting out a low sigh, wrapping his arms impossibly tighter around you.
outside the kitchen window, the morning sun hits the new sign choso put by the gateāryomen acres in fresh black paint.
best milk in county! ā it reads.
toji's hands slide up from your belly and gives a good squeeze to your plump tits, groaning a little, burying his face in your neck once more to hide the red on his cheeks. his ears twitch, cock hardening underneath you.
ābest in the fuckinā world,ā he mutters.
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