Warnings - Smut (leans more spice imo), language, reader can lactate, lactophilia, breastfeeding kink, sub!Kili, dom!Reader, fem!Reader, sub/dom dynamics, mommy kink, reader is called Mommy, name calling (Kili is called a slut), mention of a cock cage, implied pet play, grinding/dry humping (Kili humps the reader's leg), mention of male genitalia (Kili), mention of breasts (reader), mentions of nipples (reader), brief humiliation kink (Kili), Kili whimpers, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Pronouns & POV - None, third-person
Word Count - 900+
A/N - Sub!Kili has made a comeback! I am still in the midst of a writer's block, hence why I did not post last week, and am a tad sick awaiting a period so I made this? I am working on a masterlist and realized I have not written for Kili much, so I wanted to have another little something to add on for his section. The reader does not have any defining traits other than tits and soft lips. I am also trying out a new header and divider so I hope you all like it! It took me a while to figure it out. Pure smut below.
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A pleased hum vibrated against your sensitive nipple as the suction continued, though the cheek that leaned firmly into the fullness of your milk-filled teet was not a babe. No, instead of a cute little babe, it was the second dwarven prince of Erebor, your beloved little pet.
The lids of his amber-colored eyes had fluttered shut the moment his lips encased the sensitivity of your nipple, the weight upon his shoulders seeming to ease away for a moment as the sweetness of your milk flooded his mouth. Not too salty, not too sweet: utter perfection.
A string of varied sounds vibrated against your breast—some moans, some whimpers, yet all sounded so utterly and adorably pathetic.
As the life-sustaining liquid continued to fill the dwarf's mouth, coating his tongue with your delicious flavor, his hips mindlessly bucked against your thigh. Gliding back and forth upon the length, sliding back to the edge of your knee before bucking back as he continuously swallowed your milk. You could feel how his cock twitched and throbbed with each mouthful he downed.
It was as if the dwarf was in a world of his own. Completely entranced by the taste of your milk, as if it had enveloped him entirely—similar to how his lips and tongue enveloped your tit.
His aching cock continued to throb and twitch as he greedily gulped down another mouthful, his calloused hand grasping at your free breast as he whimpered eagerly for more as the weight of which his lips surrounded began to lighten.
"Aww, you want more?" The question left your lips in a teasing coo, knowing the dwarven prince would do anything you said if it meant another sip of the liquid gold from your breast.
The weight of his head shifted, now bobbing into your draining breast as his amber-colored eyes fluttered open. The size of his pupils enlarged, making his gaze appear even more puppy-like as he whimpered with your tit still between his lips.
"Please." The word was muffled partially upon the fat of your tit; the lids of his eyes grew heavy as the suction of his lips eased. It was clear the dwarf thought you would cave to his pathetic plea. But he thought wrong. "And you believe you earned more of my milk by fucking my leg like a dog?" Your words came out harsher than intended, and for a brief moment, you wondered if you had been too cruel—until you felt his cock twitch against your thigh. The dirty little whore.
"I—" The words died upon his tongue, or rather your breast, as the dwarf attempted to find a way to excuse his lewd acts. "I am sorry." He trailed off, his lips detaching from your breast as the heat of his calloused hand left your other.
"You are sorry, what?" You questioned, your tone dripped with assertion as you leaned your chest towards him, taunting him with what he so desperately craved. "Say it right, cunt." The words left your soft lips in a commanding snarl, causing the weight of his cock to twitch against your thigh yet again.
"I am so sorry, mommy." Though the words left his lips in a humiliated quiver, the size of his pupils dilated further. What a pathetic little slut.
A mocking laugh rumbled within your chest. "Aww, look at that," As you began, your hand glid up from the dwarf's toned lower back to his auburn locks, tangling within the smooth strands in a firm grasp. "he can be a good boy." The purred praise was quickly masked by the dwarf's surprised hiss in pain as you tugged at the soft strands, the stinging sensation making his aching cock harden further. The tip was now a purple-ish red tone, as it leaked with creamy white tears as his hips subtly jutted forward, desperately seeking relief.
"Ah, ah, ah." You tutted, snagging at the auburn strands further, forcing his head to the side—exposing the various marks you had left upon the crook of his neck the week prior. "You are going to be a good boy for mommy and drain her tits without fucking yourself like a hound in heat on my leg." You spoke sternly, yet the corners of your lips curved up in a grin, enjoying how pathetic the dwarven prince was under your control.
"But—" The prince began to speak, but you did not allow him to get another word out. "No buts or I'll put your cock back in its cage." A threat that sent a shiver down the dwarf's spine, knowing that you would act upon it as his cock is always kept within it when he is not of use to you.
"Now, drain my tits," You spoke as you leaned forwards, the nipple of your heavier tit grazing against his thin lips. "and perhaps I will consider draining your balls if you do a good job." "Yes, mommy!" The dwarf's eager words nearly masked the end of your sentence, his thin lips quick to part open to encase your nipple, yet he was smart enough to wait for your command.
"And?" The expectant question hung heavy within the chilled air, air which nipped at your nipples, hardening them further as they waited to be encased by the dwarf's hungry mouth. "Thank you, mommy." He spoke sheepishly, the corners of his lips curved upwards in a lopsided grin, the same stupid grin you had fallen for.
"Good." You nodded, the tension of your grasp eased from his hair as yet the weight of your hand remained on the back of his head. "Now hurry before I change my mind." A command that did not need repetition, as the dwarf's lips quickly encased your tit—draining it like the good little pet he is.
