cw drugging, established relationships, yakuza, mentions of food/eating, lactation
you always ate whatever osamu gave you, he just wanted to treat you to the best food. his little wife is always stuck at home all day for her safety, only going out with osamu by your side. it was frustrating but you cant complain the gourmet meals he made you. but lately hes been saying that he has added something special in every dish.
they tasted normal though, nothing different from what you’d expected from osamu’s cooking. but lately your breast have been feeling heavier, more sensitive. you get more anxious when you see that every shirt you worse started to get a wet patch where your nipples would strain art.
“samu, i think i need a doctor.” you mumble softly as he snuggles deeper into your neck. he raises his eyebrows and mouths at the thin flesh to egg you on to continue. your hand rubs his inked back, running through his hair to massage his scalp as you explain.
his hand comes to massage on boobs theough your shirt, making you flinch in sensitivity. you whine softly, tugging on his hair. he doesnt stop though, continuing to abuse the nipple.
“dont need a doctor, i’ll take care of it.” osamu pulls away and shrugs off your shirt, palming at your tits. your face flushes red as he leans down to suck on the nipple he had been teasing. you gasp as he sucks and teeth at the sensitive flesh. his doesnt let up his aggressive sucking until he tastes the milk leak into his mouth.
you squeal and grip his hair, shaking under his persistent mouth. osamu moans at the taste as his cock fattens up in his sweatpants. using one hand to massage the free tit, he uses the other one to massage the front of your panties.
“s-samu its too much. please.” you shutter, head too fuzzy to even question why youre even lactating.
“told you i’ll take care of it. stay still, little girl.”
