Monster surrogacy isn’t a job for most people, but you love it.
You were pregnant with a litter of werewolf pups when you met with a new customer.
Instantly, you recognized him as a vampire. He was tall and pale, closing an umbrella as he walked into your workplace.
“Are you… currently available?”
His red eyes shift to your swollen belly, which instantly answered his question. You still gave him a polite, if sheepish, smile.
“Ah, not at the moment. I’m-“
He stepped forward, eyes still focused on your baby bump. “… do you perhaps… let people sample you before they impregnate you?”
The hunger in his eyes was palpable, his voice becoming more husky and deeper with each word. It seemed just seeing you there, heavy and pregnant, was enough to get him going.
You glanced down at your belly, then to the back room. “I suppose so, as long as you’re gentle…”
His hand moved down to the fat of your hips, his other using your pregnant belly as leverage as he fucked into you.
“Fuck…” he murmured into your ear, his fangs brushing agaisnt your neck. When he noticed milk beading at your nipples, he reached up to grope and knead them.
He was faster than the werewolf you had before. Though his cock didn’t swell and knot inside of you, it moved so quick and found your g-spot within seconds.
Milk spurted from your heavy tits as he came inside of you, his teeth sinking into your neck. He didn’t draw much blood, just enough for a quick taste before he pulled away.
He dressed quietly, eyeing you up the entire time as you cleaned his cum from your trembling thighs.
“… once you are recovered from pregnancy, I will request your services again. I require an heir.”
With that he walked out of your store, leaving you excited for his next appointment.
Fuck, I saw that comment about a reader lactating while Bakugou sucks on them, got me all kinds of turned on.
i assume this ask is in relation to my reblog under this fic!
hellooo, my first anon!!! thank you for the ask!! i wasn’t expecting one ever but i HAD to write my thoughts down for you. we’re in this together. katsuki will always be an ass man to me, but he also knows how to appreciate and love on some TITS!
katsuki loves tits and loves sucking on tits. It’s his favourite pass time (apart from eating pussy). if you’re cuddling, EXPECT him to dip down to suckle at your nipples. during sex, he loves watching them bounce in his face, always managing to catch a nipple between his greedy lips; they will be swollen and sensitive by the time he’s done with you, your breasts littered with his marks.
so now that you’re lactating, constantly complaining of your tits aching and full and heavy, katsuki naturally wants to help. what man would he be if he couldn’t help his girl?
“I got ya, baby,” he’s already kissing down your sternum, leaving faint, wet trails of spit along your skin as he nudges his nose against your tender breasts, inhaling your addictive scent.
you hadn’t pumped today, a mistake that had now left your breasts feeling painfully full. the warmth of his mouth around your nipple brings immediate relief, his large hand moving to cup your breast, kneading as he encourages milk flow. the first sweet spurt of milk against his awaiting tongue has a groan tumbling from his lips, suckling eagerly for more whilst his hand moves to tweak at your other nipple, nub peaked and begging for his attention as you tug at the soft strands of his hair, egging him on with your sweet moans in his ear.
katsuki can’t help but rut his hips up from your saccharine taste, like honey on his tongue as his clothed cock begins to grow and twitch, strained within its confines as he greedily gulps down every burst of milk, pearly white streams spilling down his chin messily. he grinds his hips in a slow, almost torturous rhythm—teasing, leaving your pussy throbbing for his cock.
his eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown and glowing under the thin ray of moonlight peering through the bedroom curtain as he tilts his head up to meet your own haze-filled eyes, parting from your now puffy nipple with a lewd, wet pop as he laps up the spilled milk.
“lemme make you a mommy again.”
i got a bit carried away with this drabble but i had so much fun writing this and i love tit sucker katsuki!! and thank you again for the ask, anon hehe
also, i hated writing mommy because i’m british but writing mummy just did not look good 💔
pregnant!omega!Reader being insatiable at five months pregnant and driving your alpha mates wild with your neediness.
— [ 18+ ] PRT. 1 | Kyle & Johnny
You keep whining and yowling dramatically, calling out to all four of them in your cozy nest, and smiling slyly, when you hear their swift feet carry them to you—like a pampered princess ringing a tiny bell for her servants.
Only that instead of food or drink, you require their fat knots and hot mouths instead.
"Steamin' Jesus," Johnny groans, dragging his tongue over the curve of your large baby bump, up to the valley between your swollen breasts. "Gonna give us a bloody heart attack one o' these days, hen."
Next to you, Kyle nuzzles your throat, tugging on your hair to gently tilt your head back for better access.
"Let her be, Soap, our sweet 'mega needs us." He sucks a mark into your neck, eliciting a moan from you while his chest rumbles with a growl.
They're both as naked as you are, warm and solid as they surround you just how the doctor said they should whenever you get anxious and needy; filling the nest with their calming scents, pheromones oozing oof their skin, aphrodisiacs tangy in their saliva.
Johnny peppers wet, open-mouthed kisses over your swollen breasts, lavishing them with sweet attention while your darkened nipples peak and tighten, causing your toes to curl and your breath to hitch with a pained whine.
Both alphas growl softly, all too aware of your sore body, and the strain the two unborn pups are putting on your lovely body.
"Lemme help ye, luv," Johnny husks, licking his lips as he gazes up at you with dark eyes, dark like the deep blue sea. "Lemme taste ye, aye? Ease tha' pressure in yer bonnie tits."
Kyle utters a breathy curse against your spit-slick skin as Johnny's words affect him, too. He pulls back to look at the other alpha before cupping your jaw to smooch your lips, murmuring: "I want to help you, too, baby. Can we?"
You nod, panting softly as your eyes flit between them. They both look utterly wrecked already—lips swollen, eyes hazy, cocks hard and pulsing between their muscular thighs.
"Yes, okay," you mewl, huffing as you prop yourself up in your elbows while Kyle helps you. "I need your help."
Their nostrils flare at your pathetic little mewls, bulging muscles flexing with restraint as they shift their positions, laying down on each of your side.
"Been fuckin' dreamin' about tastin' yer milk, luv. Fuck." Johnny is beaming, his cockhead leaking clear droplets of pre as he slowly ruts against your thigh, dragging the sticky mess along your supple skin. "Am starvin' f'ye."
Kyle cups your left tit reverently, thumbs over your stiff nipple before rolling it between rough fingertips until a small drop of pale golden liquid dribbles over his knuckles.
"Holy shite, lookit this, baby." He swallows thickly and his throat bobs. "You're leakin' for us." Johnny snarls at the sight, something wild and feral clawing behind his ribcage, and Kyle growls at him. "Easy there, Soap. Don't scare her."
"S-Sorry," he mutters, and his buff chest heaves with panting breaths; sweat matting the dark hairs on his pecs and running down his taut stomach. "Ah'll behave, hen."
When they both finally latch onto each of your ample breasts, plump lips closing around puffy nipples, your eyes roll back so hard, you fear you might faint at the sudden jolts of relief and pleasure wrecking through your body.
Kyle suckles gently, circling your sensitive areola with the tip of his tongue while massaging the underside of your breast with his hand to make you leak more milk into his eager mouth, his hazel eyes shut in bliss, dark lashes fluttering over his high cheekbones.
Johnny, on your other side, sucks on your tit like he's at the verge of dehydration, one hand splayed on the curve of your large belly possessively. His moans are muffled, his jaw unhinged to fit more of your flesh into his mouth while he drools and huffs breaths through his nostrils, eyes twinkling like azure gemstones as he stares at you adoringly, unblinking.
Words leave you as your body and mind succumb to the feeling of your alpha mates taking care of you so eagerly, so loving. Your head lolls back, your back arches as the tension leaves your chest only to pool between your legs, wet and warm.
When your angled knees fall apart and the scent of your arousal becomes more prominent in the air around the master bedroom, both Kyle and Johnny act instinctively—two different hands sliding between your legs to cup and toy with your mound.
Fingers petting your bush, parting your folds until you mewl and moan, exposing your slick heat to the air until your clit swells even more, pulsing with need.
"S' fuckin' good, luv," Johnny mutters around your nipple, liquid dribbling from the corners of his mouth to run down his stubbly chin, looking like a fat puppy high on mommy's milk.
"Taste bloody divine," Kyle agrees, flicking his tongue over your nipple with a lewd groan before kissing the spot where your heart flutters rapidly while his fingers rub figure eights over your swollen clit, changing between fast and slow strokes until you're panting and dizzy with arousal.
"Ngh–Kyle–" you sob, nails digging into the plush blankets underneaths you as your legs begin to tremble; your climax building up deep and intense at the base of your spine.
Suddenly, Johnny slips two fingers into your sopping cunt, grinning against your tit as you yip wantonly. "Tha's right, lovie," he murmurs, his voice a low gravel. "Feel us both, aye?" He curls his fingers deeply inside your silky walls, brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly as he fingerfucks you slowly.
Their simultaneous stimulation and the lewd suckling and smacking of their lips against your tits is enough to make you combust, bracketed between them—all warm and needy and safe.
You cry out when you climax, face twisting in pleasure-pain as your spine curves against their bodies, belly bulging while your pussy quivers and clenches; gummy walls sucking Johnny's thick fingers in, clit throbbing under Kyle's fingertips.
They watch with glee and awe as you fall apart between them, eyes glinting with pride, and cocks twitching and drooling precum with raw desire for their perfect omega.
"Beautiful," Kyle breathes, leaning in to nose along your jawline before helping you ease down on your back again. "So bloody gorgeous, babe."
You go pliant, blood rushing like warm molasses in your veins, eyes glossy and unfocused as you shudder with pleasant aftershocks when Johnny pulls his fingers out of your fluttering hole.
"Aye." He grins, gazing down at you with a cheeky grin. "The bonniest 'nd best fuckin' omega there is, and ye're all ours."
And then he brings his fingers up to lick your syrupy slick from his digits with a lewd moan, eyes rolling back into their sockets as the saccharine taste of you bursts on his tongue, mixing with the aftertaste of your sweet colostrum.
"Oi, ye muppets!" Price's voice suddenly booms through the house, causing both younger alphas to duck their heads, eyes wide with shock and slight fear of possible consequences.
You're too blissed out to care, fully aware that no harm or reprimand would ever come to you in this state, while both Johnny and Kyle whimper deep in their throats, squirming and rather panicked as they look at each other for help.
Then, two pairs of heavy steps can be heard marching up the stairs.
Price and Simon. You giggle softly, rubbing one hand over your pregnant belly as your puppies stir at the commotion.
The door to the master bedroom flings open, revealing two more rather pissed looking alphas.
"Oh... shite," Johnny grumbles, curling up behind you while Kyle glares at him, huffing: "Bloody coward."
"You both knows she's supposed to be resting," Price growls lowly, hands tightening into fists as he assesses the scene.
Next to him, Simon rucks his balaclava up to sniff the thick air sharply before he snarls: "Could've called us, too, ya fuckin' twonks."
ᡴꪫ sum. who would’ve known the king of curses can lactate? not you and certainly not him. this is dire, he needs help but more importantly - he needs you.
“you, c’mere,” you pause dead in your tracks, feeling a bit special that the sukuna ryomen, your worthy king was seeking out for you. his voice was loud, it rang through the walls of his kingly chambers before huffing out a single breath. he rests on his throne - bawled fist smushing into the edge of his cheek and he grumbles. “quickly, woman. close the door behind you.”
without replying, you do as you’re told. closing the old wooden doors, they shut with a bang. the demon’s eye twitches and he does a quick scan around his domain — empty, good. “are you okay, my lord?” you break the silence with glossed eyes, gazing how his body language was more awkward than normal. he lets out a blow, flushed face growing heated the second your mouth opens. crimson red eyes peer into you and his hair was a bit more ruffled - sukuna’s kimono was halfway on and he looked like he was burning up.
“what do you think?” he snarls, and he rolls his eyes before staring at the ground. “tch, anyways. i . . require your pathetic aid, brat. i don’t ask for anything but—”
“just tell me what’s wrong.”
with a abrupt scoff, he yanks off the silky woven fabric of his kimono - callused fingertips brushing against the material. your eyes ogle at the sight he’s showing you, his exposed body. you’ve seen him shirtless countless of times but this time, it was different. the second your eyes rover toward his swollen perky nipples, you see it. pearly remnants of white droplets seep from him and you hold back a sheepish snort.
“oh,” and you’re stunned, hearing him groan. although it didn’t sound like an irritated groan as usual—it sounded more pleasurable. sukuna buries his sharp fingertips into his thigh before you inch closer, softening your voice. “my lord. are you . . lactating?”
there’s a long pause—his chest huffs and his pink cheeks puff out. the more you laid your eyes on him, the more embarrassed he became.
the air surrounding the both of you suddenly felt hot, and with one of his hands, he tightens his grip against his throne’s armrest. “no, i don’t even know what this is,” he gruffs, and his breath hitches once you come closer to fully examine him. your eyes skim down every part of his body. with his kimono hanging onto him by a thread, it’s almost falling off his body. you gaze at his perfectly sculptured body. his muscles—you could stare all day if you really wanted. people would kill to be this close to the king, and yet here you were. his pecs seemed a bit tender from appearance and his entire body was sheeny, covered with a shiny coat of sweat. his ancient tattoo markings that paint his skin—they were glowing a bit too, glowing an almost crystalline color. “tch. stop starin’ at it. it’s creepin’ me out.”
“sorry,” you hum, but you don’t lose sight at all. you couldn’t. averting your eyes back toward the problem, as you spoke—each nipple was leaking with creamy substance. “um, so how long has this been happening, my lord?”
sukuna slumps back against his throne in exhaustion. he’s breaking an entire cold sweat and his mind was in a literal euphoric daze.
his entire body feels like it’s sweltering with heat, it’s purely indescribable. but it feels good.
it takes him a good seven seconds before he finally murmurs out a hoarse reply. “ugh, it maybe started about a hour ago,” and he pauses, gnawing down on his bottom lip. you watch and you couldn’t lie—seeing him like this, so vulnerable and desperate—it did something to you. you’re so used to a ruthless cold-hearted king, it’s like this current sukuna was an entire different person, an imposter. briefly, ruby-red eyes meet back toward you. “just make it stop. please.”
“what—” you murmur, and your wrist was gently pulled upon. you don’t pull away from his grasp and he leads your hand closer toward his chest. his entire abdomen, it was so warm. sukuna was burning up, and now that your fingertips were brushing up and down against his skin, he was even hotter.
“don’t say anything, woman,” he curses, shame tremoring underneath his husky tone.
sukuna ryōmen was embarrassed, and his awkward body language was a dead giveaway.
the past hour was absolute hell for him, ironic considering. you can hear him panting between broken sentences before he lightly squeezes your wrist. “touch me. i think physical touch might h- help,” he grunts a stammer, back pressing into his steel made throne. “i read somewhere that you might ease my um . . issue if you touch me.”
“you mean ease your lactating?” you tease, taking the opportunity to get right on his lap. at the second you do, his breath hitches. the audacity, your legs wrap around his slim torso before meeting his glossed gaze.
sukuna grimaces. “don’t call it that, brat,” sucking his teeth in annoyance, he rests back against his kingly seat, eyeing you cautiously. a few of his arms grab ahold of your waist, pulling you closer. his pecs tense up at the proximity of bodies closing the remaining distance. his nipples were even more swollen by this point, and you couldn’t help but stare—gawk at the uncanny sight right in front of you. “but yeah. just do something.”
with the demon right underneath you, you felt him shiver once you scoot up against his lap. tresses of pink spiked hair were unkempt, sticking to his forehead as he’s just bathing in his own sweat. this entire situation had him hot, but your touch was only going to make it so much worse. he swallows the circular lump that forms in his throat only to then grow quiet as he watched you lower your head toward his chiseled pecs.
he’s so toned, you spot a few prodding veins roam down each of his four arms—perfectly coating his body along with his scars and ancient notorious marks. sukuna’s entire body was a canvas that you didn’t mind exploring. his entire body was painted either markings, you just wanted to see more of him.
the inside of his royal chambers was quiet, deadly quiet.
so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
“may i?” you murmur, using the padded print of your thumb to gingerly smear the dripping substance that leaks from his nipple. the way it poured out of him so effortlessly, it was so lewd.
you knew judging from his changing breath patterns that his pecs were where he was most sensitive. it wasn’t exactly rocket science.
although it’s the heian era—most would have took sukuna as a king who’s had his fair share of women. he has, but never anything intimate. he was secretly sensitive and shy, and furthermore, even touch alone was enough to get him off. with you though, he never minded your touch. it was his favorite.
“hmph. do your w- worst,” the demon grumbles, trying to have a bit of attitude but it’s clear he’s already wrapped around your pretty little finger.
he called you out of all his other servants and concubines for a reason. to him, he didn’t see you as either role, but rather just a human.
his human, maybe even his favorite.
at his bellowing comply, you bring your lips closer toward his chest. with hooded eyes—he ogles at the sight, his throne occasionally creaking at the moving pounds of weight that’s creating pressure.
as your head goes further into him, you do the least thing he’d expect. you latch your lips against his right nipple. sukuna lets off a throaty gasp, feeling your warm welcoming lips cling onto his pec with such ease.
“ugh, brat,” he groans, burying a few darkened nails into his left knee. it was tame—it was tame until your tongue decided to feature itself in, flicking slowly against his leaking nipple. you moan, fluttering your lashes shut as you savor the creamy taste that trickles its way into your mouth. “fuck, i said touch not s- suck.” and he finds himself pulling you closer, using a hand to cradle the back of your head. he’s never felt such a feeling. his pec was positioned right in your mouth and it felt so good.
you lean into his touch, sliding your twitching tongue in different directions purposely just to feel him squirm.
one of his arms drags you tighter, wrapping around your torso as you occupy your mouth.
the taste was sweet, it’s as if this entire thing was some sort of fantasy. of course—you had lots of questions, for starters—since when can demons lactate? rephrase that, since when can sukuna ryōmen lactate? but you were more of the ‘do first ask later’ type considering you were too busy to even ponder more of the thought.
sukuna bites his lip, feeling a strain in his boxers as he hears the occasional pops and slurrrrps of your mouth. “y- you’re fuckin’ nasty,” he huffs, but his voice cracks, butchering his once intimidating delivery entirely.
nasty but he didn’t want you to stop,
nasty but he felt himself getting hard the more you grind against his lap,
nasty but he’s holding back his needy bratty moans by biting his fangs down on his tongue.
sukuna purses his arched pink brows together into a frustrated furrow as his head tosses itself back. within seconds, you taste more of the candied flavor — it’s almost got a bit of a bittersweet honey taste to it. it sprinkles onto your sensitive taste buds and your eyes squeeze a bit, moving your head against each of his pecs to give them both equal amounts of attention. the demon’s nipples were even more red and swollen now, glimmering with your saliva dribbling from the centers. “hah, f- fuck,” he breathes, still maintaining a grip on the back of your head. you sit up to collect breaths yourself, licking your stained lips before he stares at you. his eyelids lower and he’s already whipped. “i— oh fuck.”
you raise a brow, opening your mouth to speak before you suddenly pause.
sukuna was quiet, too quiet.
with his kimono still half on, he’s practically shirtless. toned chiseled pecs stare at you right in the eye before you feel the heavy print of his dick directly underneath your shorts.
“my lord,” you sheepishly rub your neck, fingertips skimming against the few hairs that stand. there’s a certain wet spot that’s damp on the fabric of his lower clothing. your words were smooth, he could listen to you speak all day. with a smug smile curling against the corners of your lips, you throw your arms over his broad shoulders. “did you just . . cum?”
“nonsense,” sukuna denies you right away, the cutest grump of a pout stretching against his lips.
but, oh he did.
and it was a tough pill to swallow. sukuna, the sukuna who’s often known as his righteous title of being the king of curses, feared upon many, had just came. not only that, but he came from you sucking on his nipples. he came from the little problem he was currently having. out of all the enemies he’s beaten—this had to be the toughest one. he didn’t know how to deal with it nor did he know how to defeat it. the weakness was him.
and yet, that’s why he called you.
the feeling of your warm rotund lips attached to his nipples, he already missed it. it’s been seconds since you pried your mouth away and he missed it so bad. the way you sucked against his tender skin, your hot breaths fanning into his skin, making him even more hot.
sukuna was having withdrawals of you and your tongue slowly lapping up the excess ‘milk’ that dribbled out of each nipple.
this was crazy,
this is crazy.
he’s a demon for crying out loud—he’s never heard of demons doing such things. lactation. what even is lactation? sukuna knows such an activity was for women, not him.
but here he was, weak and panting like a dog, all for more of your beloved touch.
sukuna’s lying back, staring at you with docile blown irises—he’s at his worst, clammy hands never leaving the sides of your waist.
“fine. i . . came,” he murmurs in defeat, taking every spare second to gasp for air.
he’s drowning in sweat, probably drowning in his own heat too. with a pout continuing to compress across his lips, his voice lowers. but once you prepare to sit up, he lightly grabs your wrist. “fuck, don’t go yet,” he utters, knowing you did your part successfully in helping him. he hated how he was suddenly so weak, so dependent, so . . . submissive.
after all, you did help ease him a bit— although he was still begging for more.
it was as if some sort of sorcery spell was casted on him. this was a curse, yeah it had to be.
to sukuna, it couldn’t have been a more reasonable explanation. you peer at him as he speaks and he’s trying to find the exact right words without embarrassing himself. there’s a scowl that continues to marinate agaunst facial features before he sighs. “i- there’s somethin’ else,” he admits, hanging his head down in ignominy. he’s annoyed, sukuna groans at the words that were hanging onto his teeth—trying desperately not to slip them out but he can’t take it anymore.
he wants you.
he needs you.
“since you helped with my . . situation, it’s made me a little um—famished.”
you gulp, barely catching on to what he was implying—yet with a blink of an eye, you then find yourself arched over the arm of sukuna’s throne.
“i’m so fuckin’ starved,” he grunts, using a hand to caress the bare skin of your exposed flesh. serrated fingertips lightly graze against you as he feels everywhere that’s presented to him. the palm of his hand feels all up and down your curves, taking in your gorgeous physiques. he wanted to touch you. sukuna was horrible at expressing his feelings—yet he found himself humping his pillow at the thought of you. he didn’t know how to voice how bad he wanted you, but now that this moment was finally here, he couldn’t waste anymore time.
you’re so pretty, especially in such a erotic position. it seems as though a wave of clouded lust wafts in the air. sukuna tugs on the hem of your shorts, so needy to get a taste. he was dehydrated—but not for water.
“please,” a husky low voice pleads, groans and groans scratching out of his throat. you decide to tease him, wriggling your ass in the air right in front of his face before he hisses. “tsk. such a brat.”
“go ‘head.” you mumble, clinging onto the edge of the throne for support.
your positioning was a bit awkward but you made it work. you bury your head into your arms before he shifts—sitting up to prop himself right against you from behind.
sukuna wastes no time, dragging your shorts to your knees before scoffing at your laced panties. so soaked, his tongue eagerly licks against his lips as if it was natural animal instinct.
you weren’t just soaked, you were sopping.
he saw the dampened fabric and couldn’t help but lean in—placing his tongue right against the wet spot that formed. “ngh,” he purrs, and you feel the texture of his forked tongue tickle against your protected clit. you moan, biting back on your incoming words and growls before he gives your sloppy entrance a chaste kiss. “god, w- what’s wrong with me. i feel so hot.”
pathetically, he’s stammering out a bunch of words as he slowly laps his tongue against your sobbing cunt. sukuna grumbles in exasperation at how your panties got in the way of his ‘meal’ but literally forgot he had to actually pry take them off of you.
he was lazy though — so instead, he easily pulls them to the side to get a better and wetter view.
“so sloppy,” he snickers, admiring the way you’re dribbling with slick. it’s so ethereal, nothing like he’s ever seen before. a translucent tint colors down your drooling folds and you gasp once he starts to suck against your pussy. almost immediately, you throb right in his mouth and he feels the greeting pulse. “mhh—stay still, let me eat p-please.”
sukuna sounds so desperate—you don’t think you’ve ever heard your king beg.
he wasn’t begging for forgiveness, to cleanse sins, nothing of the sort. but alas, instead, he was just begging for pussy.
your pussy.
he couldn’t help it, especially when you tasted so good. your flavor was something he severely dreamt of devouring.
you might have just been his favorite for a reason. sukuna groans as his tongue maneuvers in multiple directions near your clit until he slurps vigorously against your tender labia. “fuck, m- my lord,” you whine, the stickiness between your thighs soaking more onto your skin.
you were dripping like a faucet, and it doesn’t take that long before his entire chin gets coated with your syrupy arousal.
it’s to no one’s surprise really, and he doesn’t even mind. he’s honored, lapping it up with his tongue before blowing his warm breath against your spiraling convulsing cunt. your breath continues to hitch and hitch as he dives his deeper. the button tip of his nose swipes back ‘n forth against your folds and you whimper.
he’s slurping you clean, through and through. sukuna’s got two wide hands to spread your ass apart more, delving his long pink tongue back and forth between your puffed entrance—you whimper out his regal title of his name and it falls off your tongue in such a sweet way every time. “y- your tongue’s so long, fuck. right there, don’t stoppp.”
but tasting you wasn’t enough - he wanted more.
strings of your webby slick entangle with his saliva as he suddenly departs his lips away. he’s gasping for air, swiping a tongue near your puckering hole before spitting right on it. a hand feels against your twitching cunt before he spanks it — his palm now coated with your slick.
you were sopping wet, and with how you just spurt on his hand, he wanted to make you wet even more.
it’s slow,
he watches with hooded eyes as your soddened entrance gets soaked and even more drenched. all from his hands and tongue. you could only imagine what he actually felt like from the inside.
“more,” was all he could moan out, and his pecs started to feel tender again.
his body was so strange—there’s a weird sensation that’s tingling in every part of him but it feels good.
you pout once he abruptly stops eating you out, only for him to flip you over. facing him and back on his lap, you’re met with the hungry eyes of a demon who wants more than just a taste.
he wants you.
with the help of his arms, he positions you upright on his lap again. you’re straddling him—but the difference was that you didn’t have any shorts on from before. “i- i want you to ride me, woman. can you do that?” and you can hear the faint plead in his voice—he looks desperate, he was breaking more sweats as each second passes.
“yeah,” you hum, cupping his face.
the demon surprisingly leans into his touch. the warmth of your palms made his heart stir into mush. a hand of his reaches down to play with the string of your panties that was shoved to the side but with quick reflexes—you grab his wrist. “nuh uh,” and he scowls, watching as you use your other hand to spring out his achy cock. “no touching just yet.”
he bares a fang at you. the nerve, if it was anyone else it’d be off with their head in an instant. but to sukuna, he found your teasing behavior to be quite . . cute.
of course, he’d rather perish than admit that thought to your face. just like how he secretly fantasizes about you but— he wants to keep at least some pride, even if it’s just a little.
“keh, you’re getting cocky, brat. remember your place,” he grouses, pink brows tugging amongst each other. his pout never left him and it only made him more adorable. sukuna’s eyes flicker down at your hand that’s now wrapped around his length. he swallows thickly, a breath of fresh air leaving from his full lungs. “hurry up. don’t got all da—”
“you talk too much,” you press your palm over his mouth, silencing the remaining of his sentence.
you’re met with a stone cold glare—but his vexed gaze gradually turns into a look of desired pleasure once you’re aligning yourself on his leaky tip.
his lips were so close to your palm - out of nowhere, you then feel his tongue lick against your hand. you refrain from giggling before feeling his angered tip slowly start to insert its way inside. the stretch, he’s so thick that your mouth drops open and you moan. he’s finally going inside—it’s better than he thought it would be. you’re so hot inside and it’s got his head spinning. gnawing on the skin of your lip, you let off a soft shaky whine. “fuck, you’re so big.”
he shakes his head, making you loosen your grip against his mouth before he boasts loudly. “heh, of course i’m big. you wouldn’t last a second with both of my cocks. i’d break you in hal— shit.”
he’s cut off by the rudeness of your cunt. you sink down on him and his tip poked a certain area inside of you that scratches your brain.
you bite back an incoming moan as your swollen cunt constricts around his length invitingly. his tip blushes inside—you reel into him, an attempt to steady yourself before already gasping for air.
the girthy stretch was immaculate, the base of his cock was tannish and already preparing itself to be milked. sukuna had a bit of a hooked curve. you felt it and you felt the stretch.
it was purely appetizing, almost drool worthy. just a few seconds in and he was already rearranging your insides. as you’re trying to start up a pace, you don’t know why but the thought of taking both of sukuna’s cocks made you a lot more wetter than you thought it would.
he’s mentioned it at least once or twice and you knew for a fact he probably would break you. there’s no probably, he really would. the demon was twice your size—alas anything was possible.
you lean in for a kiss and he instantly responds by returning the gesture. you taste so flavorsome and sweet - his tongue swirls against the lip gloss that paints on your mouth before he groans.
with lips moving in syncing tavern, you start to rock your hips a bit quicker.
the creaking of his throne gets louder until it’s just echoing, bouncing off the ancient walls of his chambers.
your cunt was just being ravaged by his hefty size, he’s just so big that you could barely even keep up your hips at first. sukuna’s hands—all of his hands roam over your body, clinging onto your hips and even a few feel near your chest. he gives your breasts a soft squeeze, a few thumbs toying with your perky nipples that poke out through the wooly-made blouse you were.
“f- fuuuck,” he swears between hot kisses, clawing a hand at your back.
as you rode him, his heartbeat starts to accelerate. you were a menace, rutting clashing hips gave him whiplash as the minutes pass. you were coating him in a mess of your own. sappy strings of your juices form into a saturated web with his own colorless mess that resides near his thickset base. you’re being so stretched. you cup his face once more whilst tongues fight and fight for dominance and tango together.
above him—you’re just a puddled mess.
sukuna couldn’t keep his hands off you no matter how hard he tried.
strained inhales escape out of him while he breaks away from kisses every few seconds. you were addicting - addictive.
his velvet red lips were all swollen and pursed up from your kisses and he’s desperately yearning for more of your syrupy forbidden taste. you were sweet, but your pulsating cunt was even sweeter.
with a quick piston of his hips, you felt your body jolt up. “hngh,” you gasp, wrapping your arms around his broad neck once more. from the neck down, his entire body was lathered with perspiration. sukuna was already feral, his hair was a mess and his fangs stuck out from his lips as he lies back. he hits every part of you so good, every single spot.
you’re struck in awe at how well his cock carves its way through your insides so perfectly, so thoroughly. it knows exactly where to go, never once missing the crevices of your pussy. despite having little to no experience—you could say he was definitely a quick learner. sukuna’s cock french kisses against your g-spot a plethora of times, creating a sloppy trail of them to send every part of your body butterflies. “ ‘m getting close, ‘kuna.”
“tsk. it’s still ‘my lord’ to you,” he corrects.
yet even though he’s trying to keep his cold façade - he’s failing miserably. sukuna’s bottom lip quivers as he cups your chin, hearing the filthy weeping squelches of your cunt grow louder. with each thrust, it gets more blaring to his ears and he groans at the tenderness he’s constantly feeling. “but ‘m gettin’ close too. so f- fuckin’ close.”
you hear how his voice shakes — his irises, they’re dilating from how you’re intently staring back.
but oh, he’s whipped.
a pair of hands grip onto your waist tightly, encouraging you to create more haste with your movements. your body swerves in swift arcs, feeling the sudden lock occur in your knees that’s buried into his thighs. he’s hitting you deep and he’s hitting you raw. you blabber out a few whimpers before slumping into his chest.
“fuck, fuck,” you sob out, reaching a hand down to spread two fingers against your pearled clit. you were throbbing, a sheath of your arousal then starts to cover his entire length the more you bounce. your folds were weeping as you grinded further against him. but as you’re chasing your incoming high, you lean in toward his pecs, taking one of his sensitive nipples into your mouth again.
and sukuna does the one thing you never thought he’d ever do.
he whimpers.
it sounds so pretty - so harmonic.
it’s like it happens on random—out of nowhere, he starts to lactate again. the familiar taste from earlier cascades down on your tongue and you suck a bit harder, moaning against his sensitive skin.
the jittery vibrations of your noises makes him groan, awkwardly ruffling your hair. “hah, g- good girl. milk me, that’s it. jus’ like that, keep going.”
and your hips slow down a bit so you can get a good angle. as you come to a brief stop, your body acclimates against him, but even still—you had a lot to get used to, especially with how well he stretched you out.
it’s pouring out a lot now, a bit of it starts to dribble down your chin and he just watches.
his cock twitches at the sight and you feel it from the inside. both bodies move rhythmically against each other and it feels like momentarily bliss.
your hand still has itself occupied between your thighs, playing with yourself to quicken your release.
it was right there, right at the tip of your tongue. sukuna moves a few strands of hair out of your face as you sucked against each pec. as he silently watches, if you squint you could see heart eyes forming in his pupils.
his nipples had so many nerves - so many nerves that he felt.
“god,” he curses, his thigh starting to bounce. you both were close, so so close.
sukuna feels his body temperature grow hotter the more your tongue whisks against each tender nub. it spills down the crevices of your lips. again, he’s just thinking how such a thing was even possible. you were so unapologetically messy too, he used a thumb to swipe the milky dripping substance away from the fissures of your plump lips.
you moaned, the stimulation of your cunt adequately sucking him dry continuously making you more and more aroused.
leisurely, an unpredictable wave of electricity prepares itself as you’re rutting into him on constant repeat. your unsteady rhythm had his jaw locked and he could barely utter out any final words at the moment because your pussy had him so utterly drunk.
the epitome of pussy drunk,
you finish first and it’s like you were shooting actual blanks.
your mind goes dimwitted as you’re gushing all over his cock, covering him in your obscene filth. “fuck, fuck,” you whimper out in a whine of individual babbles and doing so, your hips pick up again its recent speed. just for a moment. he groans at the skin against skin contact, throwing his head back and his adam’s apple bobs. it’s such a sight, you throbbed right between your legs.
sukuna crudely spanks your ass, his palm leaving a temporary sting before he squeezes it, admiring the precious recoil.
it takes you a second to realize you’re squirting. you were already dumb, but once you’re finally succumbing to pleasure, your mouth opens. “oh my goddd.” you elongate your moans, dragging out your sweet melodic words. your walls were preparing to wring him dry. from the inside—they cling onto him tight like velcro, you were attached and there was no pulling you off.
as you moan out your final vehement whines, you go back to sucking on his tender nipples and now . . . it was his turn.
“y’ jus’ squirt all over me ‘n ya still haven’t had enough,” he whews, his cock repeatedly and rigorously punctuating each single thrust. there’s a ringing in his ears, it’s loud and deafening. sukuna’s eyes grow droopy at the mere feeling and repetitive sounds of skin slap slap slapping every few seconds.
“ ‘m gonna cum—” and he pauses, gingerly pulling your head up so you can face him directly. your hips start to slow down again but it’s still got somewhat of a fair pace. with his bottom lip poking out, he’s still pouting visibly. “oi, brat. i- i can finish inside, huh? wanna fill you up. ‘m burnin’ up, fuck.”
you give him a nod, savoring his frosted taste that’s still remaining to drizzle onto your tongue.“mhm,” and as you’re still very much sensitive yourself, you slowly jerk back and forth despite how your pace wasn’t as fast as it was before.
“fuck, ‘m gonna give you so much,” he grunts, dewy lips mashing together as he spoke. he was so full and yet he had so much to give. sukuna feels himself grow inside you from each pump, he’s so thick that you’re just wholly tongue-tied.
the muscles in his abs tense and tighten before he grabs the fat of your ass with a single bare hand. “shit shit, take it all. take it all please.”
and at his feeble pulse, the moment finally comes where he shoots inside.
sukuna collapses back into his throne, bringing an arm hand toward himself to cover a broad hand over his face.
he grunts lowly into his palm and its sexy, his posture was so lazy and yet he was still so pent up. your limbs were just as limp as his, weak and defeated. a decent load of cum oozes into you raw and you gasp whilst his perky nipple was still in your mouth.
coincidentally enough, as he’s cumming—he ends up lactating at the same time too. more of his creamy substance pours onto your tongue while he’s pumping you full of satiny fresh ropes of sultry hot cum. it’s carnal.
you moan, losing yourself in such pungent nirvana as his taste suddenly turns sweeter.
sukuna was milked out entirely. he’s squeezing against your ass even tighter as he’s dumping such massive loads into your needy cunt. it was goopy—strings and strings of his cum tangle with your slick juices and you only imagined what it looked like up close. your hips moderately slow all the way until you’re just barely grinding against him now.
panting, you find yourself tracing the outline of his ancient tattoo markings with the tip of your finger.
your touch, by this point he was gonna cum again.
it’s a lot. actually, saying it was a lot was a bit of an understatement.
you don’t register how much he’s flooded into your pussy until you finally pry your mouth away from his chest, looking down at the impure sight.
so much, your entrance was filled to the very brim with such a nice amount, sweltering from the outside of your folds.
“you’re really sensitive,” you breathe, numbing thighs of your own gluing together against him. you didn’t want to move because it would spill out but it did anyway. a few wads of creamy ropes dribble down your swollen slit and you watch, scrapping a bit of it up with your thumb. “mmm,” you coo out, shoving and smearing the sticky strands of filth back inside. you felt so full, you don’t think you’ve ever felt more stuffed. the base of his cock was gummed with your slick along with a concoction of his own miry mess.
as you’re still trying to recollect breaths, you plant a kiss near the corner of his lips, watching it twitch at your touch. “my lord, you did so good. i didn’t think you’d cum from just getting milked.”
“s- sukuna,” he whines out his name as a form of correction. doing so, you lean into his touch once he cups your chin for the nth time.
his hold on you was always gentle—he’s got the most neediest look in his eyes, longing for you to continue to ‘aid’ him of his problem.
you worn him out— not only that but you milked him for all he was worth and yet he was still cumming.
“jus’ call me sukuna,” and your heart flutters at the sudden privilege. you’re still straddling him, keeping his cock warm before he leans in for a kiss.
you thought it was a kiss but instead, he inches his face toward your chin before lolling out his long forked tongue, licking the remaining excess milk that was running down your chin from earlier. “call me sukuna, mistress . . please.”
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, monster smut, lactation, reader is a cow hybrid
F!cow hybrid reader x m!human
Imagine you're a cow hybrid living on a family farm. For years you've provided them with fresh milk, while they’ve kept you warm, healthy, and happy, with miles of grazing fields at your disposal.
Since the beginning, it had been a kind of silent agreement that the mother would tend to you, probably assuming you would feel more comfortable that way. But last week she caught a cold that kept her in bed, unable to take care of you.
You haven't been milked in days. Your tits heavy with milk have swollen to double their size. Brimming and aching.
You toss and turn on your hay bed, unable to sleep, your nipples dampening the soft fabric of your top.
You're wondering why she hasn’t come down to tend to you when you hear the door creak open. About time, you think. Your tits are so chock-full you have to support them with your arms. You turn around expecting to see Mrs. — but instead you find yourself staring at a gorgeous young man with tan skin and lean muscle.
"I'm sorry, my mom is down with a cold," he says, noticing your confusion.
Did he say “Mom”? Then you remember the lanky dude who left for college two years ago. He’s grown so much! Hard edges and taut muscle now line his body. Beneath the hem of his too-small T-shirt, you can see a sculpted six-pack and a sharp V-line.
He laughs nervously, cheeks darkening as he notices your gaze lingering on his torso. "Sorry. Laundry day, you know?"
That’s when you realize you're actually gawking at him, jaw dropped and all.
"My mom asked me to come and tend to you… I mean— just in case you're uh… uncomfortable or something…" he says, suddenly finding the floor immensely interesting.
Your pussy gets wet just from thinking about it. It's embarrassing but you hope your chubby thighs hide it well enough. Humans don't have a good sense of smell after all.
"I...uh" you try to form the words around the lump in your throat " I am uncomfortable" you admit, flushing brighter than the carnations outside the window. Your voice is a thin whisper as your hoof traces the contours of the floor tiles.
"Oh...you are? Oh... OK then" he says, voice shaky and flushing deeper. For a brief second his gaze lifts from the floor and onto your distended breasts, then darts right back to the floor. Your heart beats so hard you can feel it in your ears.
His scent floods your senses as he slowly approaches, musky and sour dusted with arousal.
"Shall I..." he begins to ask as he gestures to your top. He glances back at your chest, but this time he seems unable to tear his eyes away.
"Oh, you don't need to...I got it." you say as you take your top off, conscious of every tiny motion in his mesmerized face.
His face is now the color of a bleeding sunset. He starts to lift his hands towards you but stops abruptly.
"Uhm...this is embarrassing...I don't really know how to... I've never...you know..." he admits, as he begins curling and uncurling a lock of his own hair.
"That's OK. I'll walk you through it, it's not hard"
"Thanks!" there's a sigh of genuine relief so endearing your tension ebbs slightly before coming back with double force as he takes a final step towards you and places his hands tenderly on your nipples. His scent envelopes you. Your face hovers directly in front of the earthy brown column of his throat, shadows spilling across his muscles and adam’s apple.
His finger grazes the contour of your nipple, Gods, you could just melt into that touch… but milk spurts from you immediately.
"Uhm… don't you need the bucket?" you ask, trying your best to appear nonchalant even though there's a vortex of needy sensations in your core threatening to swallow you whole.
"Oh… right! Sorry! Told you I'm dumb!"
You can smell his arousal as he comes back with the bucket.
"Here, I can hold that for you" you say as you grab the bucket and hold it in place
"Thanks"
"Go on…" Your tone is half instruction, half plea.
Ripples of electricity spark from your nipples and wash over your body as he continues working them. Featherlight at first, then massaging you more firmly. Wow, you could come just from this. Wait...Jesus fuck! You ARE coming. A helpless cry escapes your lips as your milk comes gushing out and spills all over his face. The white liquid slides along the fleshy contours of his lips, his sharp jaw and trickles down his neck.
Your face turns red, completely embarrassed. You want to hide but all you can do is keep your eyes glued to the floor. Still, out the corner of your eye you see his tongue slide out, collecting the drops of your precious fluid.
Lactating König who has the most sensitive tits anyone's ever seen. His nipples are almost always hard, leaking milk the moment he got to swollen. Using pumps was convenient, but they hurt his chest. He just wanted something that would relieve him without leaving him so sore and aching.
That's when the 141 comes along. König is only there temporarily, but Kyle notices the wet spots on the front of his shirt two days in. "Hey, man, you leaking?" He teases, reaching out and giving the perky nipple a soft pinch.
König groans quietly as he grinds his teeth together, jeans getting tight. "Yes, I'm sorry. Could not find the time to pump this morning." Johnny was pushing Kyle's hands out of the way to shuck Königs shirt off.
"Why didn't you say anything, huh? Team mates help each other out." He teases as he watches the milk pebble out of the swollen buds. "Just say the word." Königs eyes flick between Kyle and Johnny's face, the pain in his chest quickly outweighing his humiliation.
"Please?" The Sargeants descend on his chest, lapping and suckling for milk. Kyle immediately starts kneading the large man's pecs to guide more milk into his greedy mouth. John stares in disappointment and hunger at the scene across from him, eyes boring into a whimpering König.
"You can't even focus through a breifing without your tits leaking." König opens his mouth to plead his case, but John hushes him immediately. "Just be a good milk bag and keep my men fed. We don't need to hear from you."
Absolutely love your Gaz milking/lactation kink fic... Was wondering if you would be interested in writing something similar for Soap or Price...? <3
John Price x fem!reader, breastfeeding, lactation kink, nipple play, unprotected sex, light breeding kink/pregnancy kink
"Shit- ow, fuck, love wake up- John!"
He wakes up quick, a good soldier, brought to full alertness in seconds where others might fumble and rub their eyes.
His eyes don't need rubbing, because they're wide open and looking right at where you're half-up in bed next to him, wincing, and there's just enough light from the alarm clock to see the spreading wet stains on your nursing bra.
"Little fella sleeping through?" He asks, and you nod.
"I checked the monitor, he's full asleep, and I don't want to wake him up just to eat but this hurts!" You cup the bottom of your breast, and John follows your fingers with his own, feeling where the usual soft curve is instead harder and swollen, too-full, damp fabric clinging to your nipple. His mouth waters.
"Can you get the pump, love, if I can get some out now I'll- ah! John!" He shushes you with fingers to your lips and licks over your nipple again, tongue dragging over cotton and padding.
You jerk back, startled, but he catches your waist and pulls you back in. "C'mere," he urges, and tugs at the cup.
Milk sprays as he pulls the sodden cup down, the internal pressure forcing droplets out, and your protest changes so a whimpering moan when John seals his lips over your breast and sucks. Full, strong pulls of his tongue, swallowing each mouthful of sweet, warm milk, and you nearly collapse when he gets his hand around your breast and squeezes, forcing everything forward, his lips wet with it as you climb into his lap.
Your other nipple is leaking faster, milk soaking through the bra to drip down over your belly and his own, and he pulls that cup aside as well, gripping your wet nipple and milking it. A bit of a waste, but he won't say no to having you spilling over him like this, and he switches sides quickly enough not too much is lost.
You moan softly, clinging to his shoulders, as John squeezes and tugs and pinches, rolls your nipple through his fingers, massaging each heavy, aching breast as they slowly soften. The milk keeps flowing, thicker now, the rich creamy hind-milk that gives your son his fat rolls, that fills John's belly and thickens his cock where it's tucked between your thighs, caught between his underwear and yours.
Though even that is growing wet, he realizes- there's a few damp spots where your milk spilled down your belly, but the damp spot growing where you're spread across his lap is all pussy, musky and hot, as you lift your breasts up and encourage him to keep sucking, oh god John that feels so good!
He's a good husband and keeps sucking, keeps drawing more milk out of your beautiful breasts, indulging in slower wet sucks now that the worst of the pain is relieved. You're gasping and squirming, at once too turned on to stop him and still biting your lip in embarrassment. John grins around a nipple and rolls you over, hands on your ass and tugging at your nipple with his teeth, now, and you buck up and shout as the hot wet center of your panties blooms with a gush of slick.
"Oh, oh fuck, John- oh-!"
He does it again, feeling the way your breast bounces, how new milk spurts over his tongue. You're so sensitive, so sore and raw and still begging for more, urging him on with your hands in his hair, his own moans muffled in your flesh. His cock comes out easily, full and hard, and finds the wet cotton between your thighs, nudges at your thigh, and your fingers meet his own as you work together to drag your panties off and away, kicked wildly out of the bed, and John gets both hands around your ass and hauls you down to meet his cock, panting as your back arches and breasts heave, the one not in his mouth spurting creamy and hot over your own skin.
Each pound of his cock makes you moan and clench, each flutter of your pussy makes your milk flow, and John's in heaven, warm and wet from lips to cock, passing your breasts back and forth as each gives him more to drink, more to suck and swallow. Your breasts are soft now, hot in his hands, nipples so sensitive that when he blows across one, cool air catching on the flowing milk, you make the most devastating whimper and your whole pussy flutters around him, gushing, the deep squeeze around the head of his cock beckoning him to drive harder, fill you full, spill his come into the tightest little space until your belly gets round again with his baby.
You pant open mouthed up at him, eyes huge and dark, and John bends to kiss you, still kneading your breasts with both hands. You whine and moan, lapping at his tongue, and he breaks the kiss only long enough to draw up another burst of milk and share it with you, passing the creamy fluid between your lips.
"Sweet," he pants, "sweet and good, so good love, feel so fucking amazing on my cock like this," and he pushes your breasts together to get both nipples in his mouth at the same time, tongue rolling over them, and you come with a quivering, sighing moan, pussy clamping so tight John can't pull back, tender breasts pumping a last spray of milk into his mouth, nipples so full and thick he can't help but bite them again, making you wail and kick under him, another spasm rippling through your pussy and milking him, his own creamy come spilling into your cunt, deep, spurting hot over your cervix where your body can draw it up, take it in.
You shove at his forehead to make him release your breasts, and he sits back panting, sweating hard, looking down at the sticky wet mess of you, spit and milk on your breasts, more milk smeared between his body and yours, the hot slick still leaking around his cock. You shiver, overstimulated, and John comes back down to cradle you, still buried deep with his hips rocking forward, pushing his come further in.
You gasp under him. "John, Jesus that was- oh, wow," you blurt, and he can't help but laugh. You're as big eyed and astonished as when he'd first put you on his cock and made you come.
The bra is a twisted wet thing now, trapped around your waist, and John carefully pulls out while you work it off, throwing it in the general direction of your panties. He gets the cleanup job, but sleep is pulling at you both now, your eyes heavy as you pull a clean top down over you. He sighs in disappointment as your breasts vanish from view, getting an eye roll and your lips curling in a giddy, sleepy smile, and doesn't bother with remaking the bed past throwing a clean blanket over the mattress. The sheets, damp with sweat and milk, will be washed in the morning; for now John opens his arms and brings you into them, kissing your mouth, tasting the sweetness again. You kiss him languidly, sleepy and slow, the ache in your breasts replaced with a warmer one in your pussy. Even as your eyes slip closed John is sinking down, resting his head against your breasts, feeling the heat of your skin against his and the thrum of your heartbeat, as solid and steady as his own, beating counterpoint to the lighter, faster one currently beginning to wake up in the next room.
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You wave the positive pregnancy test under John's nose. "You! This is your fault!"
John's not sorry, holding his son on his hip and grinning wide, watching you bite back your own smile- though his dies swiftly when you inform him that now your milk will stop, in anticipation of a new baby, and he'll be waiting high and dry for another taste.
When I said that you’re an extremely good girl for Simon I really meant it, he’s strict about his household and what he allows you and Johnny to do, there is no room for arguments, you tried that when you first arrived on the farm and it was quickly corrected by Simon and resulted in your obedience and a sore ass later that day which he promptly also took care of. Now you’re the most “spoiled” thing on his farm but you like to think it’s the opposite some days. You do let Simon milk you daily but of course Johnny has to be there while you’re practically at your most vulnerable :(
You moan and writhe in his heavy grip, he keeps you locked and still over a bucket, there’s machines made just for cow hybrids but Simon prefers the old method: “Not buying a thousand dollar machine for something I can do for free with my hands” he’d said when you first complained.
The milk spurts into the pail in intervals, Johnny squirms watching your expressions so intently, it morphs from pain immediately into pleasure when Simon pinches your nipple in between his fingers, fuck it feels so damn good, and maybe just maybe having another set of eyes on you intensifies the atmosphere.
And when you’re all done Simon lets Johnny indulge all he wants, for being a good pup and waiting patiently he gets to wrap his lips around your nipple and suckle all he wants.
His eyes fall half-lidded like he’s the most content he’s ever been, your sweet milk cascades down his throat and he drinks it so greedily not spilling a drop, your cunt clenches and unclenches around nothing, Johnny sucking always gets you so wound up and horny. Simon absolutely loves to watch his pup and cow get along so sweetly, his own cock stirs to life watching the two of you whine and pant.
