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ɞ IN WHICH...Yuji finds out he can leak milk from his pecs when stimulated. He checks it out for himself and finds something new about himself.
cw / ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+. male lactation. two dick Yuji.
an ; this has been on my mind for a WHILE. and holy shit this took a long time for some reason.
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"I'm sorry, what?"
"You have gynecomastia, an hormonal imbalance that enlarges the breast tissue. Though you seem to have a rare case." Ieiri explains, looking up to him from her glasses. Did she need glasses?– who cares?!
"I have tits?"
"Potentially."
"..you weren't supposed to say that."
"Well," Ieiri looked down at her notes or whatever paper that had the information of what she was about to say, "gynecomastia usually just enlarges the breast tissue, however in your case, it also seems to affect some of your biology as well."
"..So, what does that mean?" Yuji asked, his leg already bouncing from anxiety. He was already worried when Ieiri called him in to discuss something after getting a regular check up from her, he thought it was a disease like he had in middle school, but it was just a case of gynecomastia? A rare case too?
"From what the medical exams can see, it's likely that, with simulation, you would be able to lactate with your own chest."
....what.
Yuji blanked at that, not knowing what to say or even what to think. To be able to..lactate from his own...
".....huh?"
Ieiri only looked at him.
"That..that can't be right. I couldn't– can't do that!" He was a guy! A man. A male! Biologically. That was impossible, how would he be able to do that? Ieiri had to lying, joking even! Terrible joke, but still.
But Ieiri kept looking at him, no teasing or smirks. Nothing. Yuji could feel something in his blood run a bit cold. Ieiri wasn't joking, she was serious. Serious that Yuji could..
"While I may not have all the answers, though I wished I did, theres not much else to say. It's not like it's going to affect your life in any negatively way." Ieiri spoke, shrugging before putting her clipboard down and sitting down at her desk. It seemed like she was done with the conversation, likely wanting her space for a while – or maybe just wanting Yuji to have his alone time to think.
To which Yuji got up, put back on his shirt and walked out. His mind blank and heavy, and his body feeling numb. Yuji never much cared for his biologically, sure he was Sukuna's vessel and was able to cage him during his first year, sure that his related to the guy, his a half cursed brother and Kenjaku. His biologically and who he's related to is already fucked up by all means.
But this. This felt, weird. Embarrassing, immensely. It's just the gnawing question on his mind on who he got it from, which he didn't want it to be answered.
Overall, it was just another part of him. Thats all. Yuji evened his breathing for a few moments, thinking it all over. It's shocking, yes. It's embarrassing to know he's able to lactate from his pecs. But, he questioned, is it bad?
No. No it wasn't. Ieiri said it wouldn't negatively impact his life, it wouldn't harm him. So, Yuji shouldn't take this so seriously.
Its just another part of him. Nothing to worry about!
At least, thats what he keeps thinking and saying to himself.
It's just another part of him, it's weird and even gross to think about, but it's not harming him!
Showering was weird at first, for the most part. Everytime he took off his shirt, or even glanced at the shirtless or a tank top, he couldn't help but stare. Stare at his own chest, knowing that fucking milk can come out.
But, soon enough, when he forced it into the back of his mind, he stopped looking. He kept on with his days, his schedules, his usual routines, and didn't think of it at all.
And it mostly worked.
He mostly forgot all about it. What Ieiri had said was true, it didn't really interfere with his daily life, like at all. He could still wear clothes, still had a good eating habit, still had muscle and could still talk to his friends like normal. Nothing had changed.
Maybe he overreacted for nothing.
Still, it crossed his mind a few times. Unfortunately, it wasn't during when he was showering or changing, no it was when he was masturbating.
Yuji had tucked himself under the covers, door locked and the moonlight shining through the small cracks in the curtains. The sound of wet spit mixed with precum rubbing with Yuji's hand and dicks were one of the noises in the empty room. Yuji kept quiet, stifling his noises with his other hand.
His hand pumped his two dicks together, squeezing the tips every once in a while to hold himself from coming. He repressed a groan, shoving some of his face into the pillow and his other hand travels down. It was supposed to travel down to his cocks, but he ends up stopping right at his chest.
The thought about of him being able to produce milk passes by, but in his hazy mind, he mildly wonders what it even feel like. Out of almost curiosity and blurry horniness, he reaches to squeeze one of his pecs.
It feels fine, nothing to even groan about, but Yuji had started to massage the muscle while slowly pumping his dicks. It feels strange at first, and he half wonders if he should stop, knowing he probably looks stupid doing this, he feels stupid doing this.
But he contiunes to knead the muscle, rubbing his thumb over his harden nipple. He slightly pulls on the muscle and squeezes it, stimulating it, and for a moment, it feels somewhat good. He knows he's doing it clumsily, he doesn't even how to do even get the milk out, but he's trying.
He keeps what he's doing, searching for what feels good. He rubs his nipple with his thumb, breathing out a small moan as he softly pinched it between his thumb and index finger. But even with the small pleasure, it didn't feel like enough.
He didn't know how long this would even take, and even for him, he was losing patience. With his cocks plused with the need to cum, he almost gave up with it then and there. It was only when he squeezed harshly is when he let out a groan, a strange tingling feeling forcing him to shiver.
For some reason, he kept doing it. Kneading harsher, pulling the muscle and then his nipple, the same feeling throbbed within his pec. He quickens his thrusting in his hand, pinching his nipple and twisting just a bit. He bites back a groan, feeling the familiar feeling of hotness below his staomch.
Theres a weird, but almost pleasurable feeling in his chest. When he roughly massages it, there sensation almost moves towards his nipple, where he flicks and pinches it with a badly muffled moan.
It didn't take long for Yuji to cum, white hot strings went all over the sheets while Yuji stuffed his face into the pillow, chocking on his own moan. His eyes rolled back, shuddering at the almost euphoric new feeling.
He stayed still for some time, before feeling wetness drip down from his hand on was on his breast. Yuji looked down, blinking at what he saw. He was gripping his breast roughly, it being a bit swollen from the abuse. His nipple erected and dripped with a white substance.
I need Megumi sucking Yuji's chest and manhandling it harsh enough for him to produce milk. I need Yuji to be horrified by this new fact of his body while Megumi exploits it.
I need him to look at me like this while I cum I need him to tell me I'm so filthy for wanting an old man I want him to break my back and never come back leave me with his memory and leave me hoping he will come back for many years until I give up one day
Yuji being incredibly possessive pre-relationship, but he's really, really holding back from actually doing possessive things because, yk boundaries.
However it's so painfully obvious to Sukuna and Choso, because they too are also possessive on their own partners, pre-relationship and during relationship.
But it's not obvious to anyone else, so it's just Sukuna and Choso watching Yuji holding back and cringing.
Choso being the type of person who plays with hair, and Gojo thinking it's funny until Choso tries it on him.
Then it's not funny, because Gojo is less tense then before, relaxing and almost falling asleep because of the feeling of nails grazing across his scalp, along with Choso's comfortable silence that he always carries.
Gojo's freaked out by this, and a little flustered by the whole thing. But, after that, he starts to want to get back in the comfortable state again, which he begrudgingly seeks out Choso for.
Yuji being so possessive of his partner that he leaves marks during sex on them just so he, them, and everyone knows that they're his.
Holding their hips tightly enough to get bruises, biting every bit of them that he can, making their ass bruised and red from slapping. He wants to make sure every private part of his partner is marked with him and only him.
He loves being gentle with his partner too, but the urge of animal instincts and possessiveness override it. It's like he needs them, and the fact that he needs them, he wants to make them need him too.
