okokok idk if you’re into this but bakudad who develops an oral fixation after you have kids…maybe a lactation kink 💀
CW: lactation, afab who has a biological baby, established marriage between bakugo and reader, petname of baby, praise and worship
listen this usually isn't my thing. but AAAAAAAAA
"This guy-" Bakugo points with his chin to the room across the hall. Even with the door closed you can hear the distant sound of waves; your high maintenance child can't sleep without his sound machine. Drool is smeared all across the front of Bakugo's hero costume, but he doesn't seem to notice; he's already pressed against your back, planting kisses up your shoulder. "-lives the fucking life."
You shrug him off with a giggle, trying to shed your clothes for the day. You can barely undo your bra's hook with how your husband has draped himself over you. "You're really jealous of a baby?"
"Fuck yeah I am!" your bra is barely off when he flicks one of your nipples with a gloved finger, rough enough to make you whimper and squirm. You're sensitive, much more so than before the baby, and Bakugo can't help but revel in the information, "Sucks on these for 20 minutes and then goes to sleep. That's my ideal life."
His hands move, looping under your arms before cupping your breast upwards, squishing them together until the flesh bulges between his fingers.
"Been so long since I've even had these pretty little things in my mouth." He lets them fall, the rumble of a chuckle filling his chest as he just admires the jiggle.
The attention is appreciated, of course, but aches.
"Ow, Katsuki!"
"Oh, that didn't hurt, you drama queen." he does it again, lifting up your breasts, shaking them in his palms, and then letting them fall. He sighs wistfully at the sight. "I used to fucking manhandle those puppies and you always loved it!"
"Yeah, but now I'm-" You gesture vaguely to your chest.
"A pussy?" he finishes for you.
"Producing food for my child!" You manage to break away from him and go to scurry away, but Katsuki catches you by a belt loop and tugs-- spinning you around to face him in one fluid motion. Muscle memory guides his grasp, perfectly finding your hips without ever breaking eye contact.
"Our child." His voice is deep and grave as he presses his nose against yours, but the smile on his face betrays his humor. "Don't act like I didn't put that brat inside you."
You fake a gasp at his audacity (calling your little angel a brat!) and lean back in his grasp, avoiding his searching lips. He follows with a growl, dipping lower and lower until you're bent almost uncomfortably backwards to catch your mouth against his. It's a ghost of a kiss: so unusually soft, so un-Bakugo that you almost don't notice the way his hands sneak up your body, the thick, burnt bits of fabric that have eaten through his gloves scraping up your skin.
Almost.
"Katsuki." His hands freeze a whisper away from the curve of your breast.
“Come on- I had a long day,” he huffs and puffs, but doesn’t move, waiting for your approval, “At least lemme kiss’em.”
He drops to one knee, craning upwards until only the hot, wet puff of his breath dancing over your skin. He’s clutching your waist tightly, hands drifting to your ass to hold your hips against his chest, firm enough you couldn’t wiggle away if you tried.
“Just a little kiss. That’s it. No tongue or nothing.” when you don't immediately protest, he pushes up, straightening his leg enough to peck one of your nipples, just as nicely as promised, but the immediate, unhinged groan vibrates across your skin. “They’re just so fuckin’ perfect. I just gotta-”
Another kiss, harder this time, with the faintest hint of suction, catches right off center of your nipple, followed by the pearly nip of his canines. It hurts, but the way he worships, the absolute admiration and love in each touch, has your pussy immediately aching. Before you can scold him, he's pulled away, watching your body with a hazy look.
“Goddamn." Bakugo presses himself harder into your other breast, hand cupping underneath, fitting as much flesh into his mouth as possible.
"Be gentle-"
He suddenly pulls away, those crimson eyes wide as he looks up at you and lios parted in a gasp. There's the slight sheen of wetness clinging to his bottom lip, not quite translucent... almost-
Milky.
When you try to step back, his fingers tighten, pushing upwards and in-- and the change of pressure, followed by a warm, thin trickle, immediately surprises you. You can barely will yourself to to look down and see it; the way you're spilling on yourself, down his knuckles. A single drop has rolled down to your ribcage, no longer warm but uncomfortably cold.
"Oh fuck." he mumbles. You almost apologize, flustered by your own body, when the flash of his tongue, swiping across his lower lip, sends a shiver down your body. He licks again, then again with long, thorough swipes to makes sure he gets ever single bit. "Oh fuck."
"Katsuki-!"
Bakugo bends over, burying his head into the droop under your breast, tongue immediately catching the lost droplet. Then, he guides himself back up, carefully following the already wet skin all the way up to his own gloves. You expect him to stop, but his tongue digs into the fabric before his mouth latches on, hungrily suckling every drop he can from his own hand. He stays like that for a long moment, eyes still closed in focus when he breaks away, a long spring of spit connecting his mouth to his knuckle.
"Why didn't you tell me-" he whispers it, half drunk on just the experience, hips grinding against your leg, "-That this shit was so fucking sweet?"
His mouth finds your nipple again and he sucks. Hard enough his teeth dig in, hard enough you're sure you'll bruise, hard enough his mouth almost immediately fills- when he moans, there's a hint of a wet gurgle. You're not sure if he even realizes he's moving against you, hips rutting in an off kilter rhythm.
It feels right in all the wrong ways, and yet you can't help put pull him closer, fingers buried in his blonde hair.
"God, no wonder you were being fucking whiney-" Bakugo rests his chest against your sternum, burying his head between your tits with a sigh, "There's so much of this shit. You sure our son's even eating?"
"Fuckin'-" he muffles the rest of his sentence into the plush of your body. When he pulls away, you watch his adam's apple bobs as he swallows, an unfamiliar, drowsy look plastered over his face.
You scratch your nails down his scalp with a whine, "I just make a lot!"
"Well, don't worry," He kisses up the valley, then moves to your other breast, tongue wasting no time. "I'll happily make sure you'll never get that full again."
