I’ve had a spark of lactation kink Fic ideas. So this is really tumblrs fault.
Here’s one, just the idea not the actual thing.
(Lactating Max x Everyone, Maxiel main)
Max, one of many omegan racers, started having… complications. He had Daniel, who he loved more than anything else, but he was a beta. Daniel had come to max after his retirement, restarting their friendship. Which turned into their relationship, which then turned into Daniel traveling with him in a mentor/lover/bodyguard role.
It started with Max refusing to go to the "therapeutic" mating centers. He was a mated man, he didn't want to hide away in some center under an alpha who he didn't know moaning for his mate. Then it was him starting to get stomach aches when he took his suppressants. And then Daniel noticed the changes in his scent, smelling like mildewed clothes and wet paint instead of his usual warm laundry smell.
The season ended with Max winning his fifth championship, a rush of media and soaking in the spoils of his work. And Daniel left a pamphlet open for Max to find, his research left open in tabs on his laptop. Pseudo pregnancy.
Max had always liked the idea of it. So showing up at a the clinic with Daniel in hand, he wasn't... scared. It was a simple procedure, a small balloon and some sterile solution and a little pinch to insert it. Max felt it the day after, his cervix ached a bit but the deeper feeling, in his brain, his entire system, he felt high. He couldn't help smiling as he laid in bed, hand over his lower stomach, he felt like he could completely relax.
They went back every 10 days to increase the balloon, to add to the weigh, the pressure. Max's system was more than welcoming to the idea of being pregnant, he knew it was fake but he felt like it was real. His body changed too, he didn't get any headaches, his heat came with a vibrancy that had Daniel more than happy to see again. And his chest, to Daniel's complete delight, got much heavier.
A side effect, something that would go away when the cycle was over. But Daniel enjoyed it while it was there, Max's soft nipples, the tissue growing dense and tight before, after some coaxing by Daniel's lips, the most precious delicious milk.
Daniel enjoyed it, getting to make Max feel good, just also seeing Max sat on the couch all warm from the shower with his pump, hand over his belly, he looked precious.
Then it was time to start getting ready for the next season. GP couldn't help but kiss Max's cheek and give him a cuddle, complimenting how wonderful he smelled, the mechanics, everyone who came around Max stopped to give him a sniff, wrist catching together as they all tried to savior the scent that everyone loved. Media came and went, and when they wanted photos of everyone, Max was coming to the end of his cycle.
Whispers spread like wildfire around the grid. Max pumped and stored it in a white fridge. And there was a lot. His hotel number was slipped on shreds of paper, Daniel blocking most of the questions of attention.
Fernando came to Max's hotel first, mostly to have a cuddle, omega to omega, and make sure everyone was being kind about his situation.
George showed up in the lobby, pointedly ignoring Max but pulling Daniel to the side. He left with a paper bag and a red face, Daniel rejoining Max for the rest of their lunch with a smirk.
Lance was more forward, pulling Max into a hug as they waited to take interviews in their team kits, Max's a little loose and oversized, asking if it was true. Max had nodded, smiling as he thought about it, how he knew George had showed up in a much better mood. Lance had been a little shy about asking, eyes on the floor as he asked if maybe he could try some. Max had agreed and told him that there would be some waiting in his hotel room.
Charles showed up with a smile and his pajamas at their hotel room, ready to cuddle Max through the bed. He'd weaseled his way under Max's shirt with a giggle, the Dutchman sighing happily as the alpha latched onto him. Charles fell asleep, mouth open against Max's sternum, hair a mess, and Daniel found them like that, having gone out for drinks with some of the other drivers. He looked at them for a long time before pulling out his phone for a few pictures before turning the lights all off and laying down on the couch, not wanting to mess up the little love fest.
Carlos found him at the airport, asking him if Max wanted to come over to his place. Max had looked at Daniel, waiting for a nod or a shake of his head, an opinion not a decision. "Lando doesn't want to ask, he had a chat with Charles. Something about bonding time" Carlos had said and Max had gone red in the face agreeing to come by soon.
Daniel had laughed at Max as he dressed himself in a loose button down with nothing underneath, saying they could just go with Max naked. Max had turned and said that wasn't what they were doing. But Max had to eat his own words when his pants were pulled off, Lando caught on his chest, lips to one side, hand massaging the other as he moaned in pleasure, the milk delighted on his tongue, Carlos sat between his legs, ready to appreciate him. Daniel sat behind him, purring in his ear about being such a good mama.
The day after the last clinic visit, when his insides were sore and he couldn't stop crying over being empty, he asked Daniel to stay around him. Because even if he was delighted to have people over, feed them, to be everyone's special little thing, to make everyone happy, he just wanted Daniel. The last of his milk dried up weeks before the first race, snuck into the driver's dinner in a metal water bottle, sipped from like a secret flask.
Max didn't have anymore complications. Especially since he always had his special summer program.
