Summary: Time alone with Bakugou has been few and far between since the birth of your son, the after affects of pregnancy have you feeling sore and lethargic- But your doting husband is more than willing to help you out.
“Why does he get to do it?” Bakugou’s chest was pressed firmly against your back as he hovered over you to watch his son feeding before bed.
“Do what?” You hummed softly, leaning into the warmth of your husband as your son latched on.
“Suck on these,” Bakugou palmed your other breast as you whined softly, a subtle ache ebbing through you from how heavy your chest felt full of milk.
“Katsuki,” You shook your head, smiling softly at your husbands childishness, “He’s a baby.”
“And?” He scoffed, holding your hips gently as he caged you between your son and the crib, “I’m just fu- freakin’ saying’ I was here first.”
Bakugou stopped himself from swearing after the side glance you gave him, knowing your husband better than he probably knew himself. A subtle pout etched onto his ageing features, tired eyes staring down at you as he kneaded your sore breast for emphasis. You did feel guilty that you’d been neglecting your husband since childbirth, even though you knew you shouldn’t. Bakugou was the perfect husband and father, reassuring you that you were still the most perfect, beautiful woman in the room even now. But insecurities would often plague your mind, and finding very little time for yourself since your son had arrived into the world meant that these thoughts would continue to fester at the back of your mind.
“Can’t even remember the last time I had these to myself.” Bakugou continued.
“There’s no way you’re jealous of your son,” You laughed, leaning into his touch as he began to gently sway you from side to side.
“Ain’t my fault he’s got the perfect life,” Bakugou smirked as he pecked your cheek, “What I wouldn’t give to fall asleep sucking on these.”
He gave your other breast a playful squeeze as he raised it towards him before letting it bounce back into place. The wireless maternity bra you were wearing did little to stop the motion as you let out a soft gasp, milk leaking from your nipple and soaking the fabric. You were certain this was the least desirable you’d ever looked to your husband, with baby spittle and milk staining your shirt, messy hair and tired eyes. But Bakugou was gazing at you as though you were holding his world with your bare hands, keeping the moon and stars in the sky as he pressed another soft kiss to your cheek.
“They’re actually really fucking sore,” You whined as you lay your son back in his crib, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before standing back up. You didn’t even bother doing your bra back up as your breast continued to leak milk, sighing gently as your husband began pressing soft kisses along the column of your neck.
“Is he suckin’ too hard?” Bakugou nosed your cheek as he watched his son feeding.
“No, they’re just full.” You mumbled, “I feel like I’ve pumped for hours today and it didn’t make a difference because I’m still leaking.”
“Fuck,”
“Katsuki,” You chastised him for his language as he pulled back to give you an incredulous look.
“What? He can’t understand me yet.” Bakugou’s lips curled into a smug gin.
“If his first word is a cuss word I’m never speaking to you again.” You taunted as you turned to face him.
“You could never,” Bakugou teased, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“Do you really want to take that chance?” Bakugou pecked another kiss on your lips before nuzzling your cheek, keeping his hand on your hip as he leaned over the crib to press a kiss to his son's forehead.
“Your first word is going to be ‘daddy’ ain’t that right?” He smiled sweetly, pressing a final kiss to the top of his head before standing upright.
“Or mummy,” You smiled softly at your baby boy, breaking off into a soft yawn as you covered your mouth.
“You tired?” Bakugou hummed as you nodded in affirmation.
“He’s been so fussy today, I didn’t get much time to myself.” You mumbled.
“Let me look after you, princess.” He took your hand in his as he led you towards your shared bedroom, the baby monitor in his other hand as he placed it down on your bedside table.
Turning his attention to you as he curled a hand around the curve of your neck, his thumb grazing your jaw as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “Bout time someone looked after you isn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Katsuki,” You gasped as he pulled you down to lay on the soft sheets, the top you were wearing riding up your thighs as you suddenly felt self-conscious about the stains against the fabric from feeding your son and the fact you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d shaved your legs.
It’s silly how shy you feel around your husband over your basic outfit, pulling your pyjama shirt off to leave you in a basic pair of cotton panties and a mismatched nursing bra. Motherhood made it difficult to cater your wardrobe to style over substance, the ache in your lower back had you choosing the most comfortable clothing you owned, but Bakugou thought you’d never looked sexier. The ethereal glow you’d taken on since pregnancy stuck around even now, your body truly a gift from the gods as he felt his cock throbbing with urgency between his thighs. But this moment wasn’t about him, it was all about you. Ignoring the throb as his cock leaked fresh pre against the fabric of his underwear as he leaned forward. Helping to undo the clasp of your basic grey bra as he watched the fabric spill down your shoulders, allowing your breasts to drop naturally as he moaned at the sight of them. How heavy they looked, your nipples darkened and swollen as you gazed up at him shyly.
“Katsuki, don’t stare.” You mumbled, but how could he not? When you were the one that carried his son to term, you were the reason his son was happy and healthy now.
“You’re so pretty,” He cooed softly as he began to press chaste kisses against your collarbone, following a path towards your sternum before nuzzling the valley of your breasts. Warm palms soothed along your abdomen, feeling your tummy where your baby had been for so long, “Tell me if I’m too rough.”
“Please, Kats.” You mumbled, pouty lips and furrowed brows as he leaned in closer.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had these to myself,” He murmured, nuzzling his face between them before moving to suckle on your nipples.
His lips slurp your breast as warm milk begins to flow, the sweet taste of it hitting his tongue as he moans against the soft skin. A large palm reaches up to take the fat of your breast in his hand, kneading gently to tempt more milk from your chest. There’s a part of him that feels wrong, as though he’s stealing milk from his son, but at the same time Bakugou loves every inch of you and he wants to take away the pain you feel when your breasts are heavy and lactating. So he continues swallowing the sweet milk that leaks from your chest as he switches breasts, his tongue swiping along the mess that’s leaked from your nipple against your skin. Groaning against you as he gently wraps his lips around your nipple, cheeks hollowing as his throat bobs. Your hands thread through his messy hair as your nails graze his scalp, brushing through the grown-out hairs of his undercut as you hold him in place while he worships your body.
“So good, Kats.” You murmur, your head writhing against the pillow as he gets another taste of you, the milk sliding down his throat as he groans against your skin.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” He rasps, pulling back to gaze up at you through half-lidded eyes.
Squeezing your breast to watch the milk begin to trickle out of your taut nipple before he leans forward to lap it up. You can feel the heat beginning to rise between your thighs, the sudden realisation sweeping over you that you can’t remember the last time you’ve had the time or energy to be intimate with your husband.
His hardness presses against your crotch as he shows how desperately he wants you, urgency brewing inside him as his fingers slip beneath the hem of your panties. Dragging his fingers through your slick to feel how wet you are for him as he sucks in a breath. Two of his fingers slip into your wet, tight heat and suddenly he’s reminded of how gorgeous you feel wrapped around his cock. His fingers curl inside you as he continues to lap at your breasts, his tongue circling your swollen nipple as he tastes more of your milk in his throat. A slight lilt to your voice as you beg him for more, a keen sense of urgency to your tone as you try to tug at his sweats. Desperate to feel him deep inside you, to satiate the ache swirling between your thighs.
Bakugou pulls his fingers from your sex as you whine at the loss of contact. Moving to pull his sweats down just enough to free his aching cock before he wraps the same fingers coated in your slick around his girth. Giving himself a teasing pump as his leaking tip nudges your clothed sex.
There’s an innate sense of urgency as he curls his fingers into the hem of your cotton panties to tug them down your thighs, leaving them hanging around one of your ankles as he lines himself up with your sex.
“Please, Katsuki.” You slur, “I want you so bad.”
He presses the bulging tip of his cock against your tight hole as he presses his weight forward, feeling you slowly begin to swallow the length of him. Eagerly sucking him in as he cants his hips forward, so wet and pliant that he manages to bottom out with minimal resistance as he stills inside you for a moment to cherish the sensation of your walls squeezing his cock once again.
“Fuck,” He chokes out as your breasts continue leaking milk, the sight alone has his cock throbbing inside you as he sets a languid pace. Vermillion eyes meet your own as he rests his forehead on top of yours for a moment, surrounding himself with you, “Always feel so goddamn perfect, like you were made for me.”
Bakugou licks his lips as he watches your breasts continue to leak for him, the creamy milk a contrast against your skin as he hovers over you, slurping up the spilt milk as it’s still warm on his tongue. He knows he won’t last long, not with all the pent-up frustration and the saccharine taste of your milk on his tongue.
“You make me wanna fuck another baby into you, have these permanently filled with milk,” He groans around your nipple, breath coming out in heavy pants as he feels you wrap your thighs around his hips, angling his cock to have him delving deeper inside your wet, slick heat.
“Katsuki,” You gasped, the familiar sensation already swirling in your pelvis.
“Stuff you so full of my cum you’ll always be round and plump with my child.” He continued, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the swell of your breast, “You’re so pretty like this, sweetheart. So perfect.”
“Kats, I’m gonna—” You mumbled, feeling the coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as he alternated breasts, easing the tension in your chest as he released more of your milk from inside you. The pain dissipated as it was replaced with white, hot pleasure as you began to clamp down around him.
“You’re so pretty, so perfect, taste so good—” Bakugou continued to slur his words as his nose nudged your breast,
Feeling yourself slowly falling into your bliss as
“Come on, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He sucks your nipple hard, causing you to throb around him as you feel yourself tumble into your bliss. Your walls flutter around his cock as he continues his messy pace, groaning at the way your body feels clamping around him, trying to milk him of his release.
Shamelessly searching for his own release as his balls start to tighten, the thought of fucking another child into you has his pelvis throbbing as he imagines you all round and full with his release. Cumming deep inside you with a grunt of your name as he spills hot ropes of cum inside your fluttering walls. Leaning on his forearms as he rides out his climax, fucking his release deep inside you as he imagines you pretty and round with another child. His thrusts slow to a gentle rut as he rests his weight on top of you for a moment, looking down at you with complete adoration as you gaze up at him towing tired eyes.
Bakugou groans when he pulls out of your slick heat, his eyes immediately diving between your thighs to watch the thick, creamy mixture of his release begin to dribble from your stretched hole. Fingers delving between your thighs to push it back inside you as he thinks about giving you another child, if you want— picturing keeping you like this for as long as possible.
“Do you feel better, sweetheart?” His nose nuzzles between the valley of your breasts as you both enjoy the quiet moment alone together, pressing soft kisses against the sensitive mounds.
“Much,” You whisper as Bakugou flicks one of your nipples playfully.
“Finally got my spot back,” He grins up at you from between your breasts as he nips at the soft skin.
“Until your son wakes up,” You smile softly, already feeling yourself succumbing to slumber.
“Better make the most of it then.” Bakugou rumbles as he wraps his lips back around one of your nipples.
Who gets more jealous of your baby suckling milk from your tits?
Honestly I really wanna say Bakugou, but I feel like Kirishima had no idea how jealous he’d be until you had your first child.
Gets pouty when you push him away when your tits ache in the evening and he tries to make a grab for them- they were all his before the baby came along. Why do they get to latch on whenever they please but he’s not allowed to anymore? The biggest, fattest pout on his face as he watches them latch on instead of him.
I feel like Bakugou will be all “Why does he get to do it?” “Katsuki, he’s a baby.” “Lying around all day, access to these whenever he fuckin’ likes. How’s that fair-” “Katsuki.” You try to shield the baby from his words, even though he’s months from speaking. “What? I’m just fu- freakin’ sayin’, I was here first.”
Ya know who we don’t talk enough about with lactation. Kirishima. I just know he is going rock hard every-time he sees a little wet patch on your shirt even if it’s not from lactating. Constantly is telling you he’s gotta check for a clog. Man is desperate, a common cold remedy for a household with a baby is breast milk and kirishima is always under the weather. Better give him a sip so he doesn’t get sick after a day of patrolling the city. He is slowly thrusting into a pillow while taking his fill. Letting his large tongue pick up any drops that would try to slip away. Constantly telling you how good you are and how much he adores you. (This got out of hand but 🤷♀️)
This man is a nasty pervert and he’s constantly plotting ways to make you lactate even if you’re not pregnant. That splash of water that left a tiny wet patch on your grey shirt is enough to have his cock throbbing at the thought of your puffy nipples leaking with milk.
Kirishima praises whatever gods exist when you finally become pregnant, and he’s not even mad that it isn’t his. Not when you’re currently dating his best friend Sero— it means he’ll be right in the middle of the action as your breasts begin to get bigger in preparation for your birth, your tits leaking milk before you’ve even had the baby as Kirishima licks his lips at the sight. Practising pumping milk in the days leading up to your supposed birth day.
Sure, it’s pretty depraved thinking about one of his closest friends girlfriends like this when you’re in such a pure and ethereal state, but it’s not his fault. He can’t help the way his cock throbs every time you even talk about breast feeding, thankful the ladies chat had deemed him worthy enough to stay in the room as he sips his beer and listens to you all talk about milk and breasts. Trying his hardest not to cum in his pants when you palm your breasts and complain that they’re too heavy— now that is something he could help with.
But what’s even better is knowing that Sero is basically like a brother to him, and that if he’s real lucky his friend will do him a solid and let him taste your breast milk direct from the source.
Thinking about Kirishima being intrigued by Sero’s wife using a breast pump while you chat to her in the kitchen, trying his best to avert his eyes and give her privacy but you were standing right there of course his mind was going to wander. Now thinking about one of your pretty tits encased in the pump as it squeezes your breast, pulling milk from your puffy nipples even though you’re not pregnant and you’re definitely not trying yet. Groaning as he thinks about the milk being just for him, shifting in his seat as he tugs at his pants, trying to hide his stiffy as he takes a swig of his beer, apologising when Bakugou shouts across the room to ask if he’s really even listening.
A couple of days later he comes home to a package, and even with your name on it he opens it, because Kirishima just can’t help himself- he’s just so nosey. Eyes widening when he notices the breast pump in the box, were you pregnant?
You catch him red-handed as his cheeks turn as bright as his hair, trying to stutter out apologies as he looks like a deer in headlights. Smiling as you take the pump from his hands, telling him that you know he was staring the other day.
“You know there are ways to induce lactation, do you wanna try?”
“But you’re not-” He’s so confused, bless him.
“It doesn’t matter, we can try it on you too you know.” You hum as you tug at his vest, pulling it up so it sits over his pretty tits as you push the pump against one of them, watching the way his thick black lashes flutter as you turn it on. His hands immediately flying to your hips as he grips hard. Not expecting for it to feel this good-
“H-how long does it take?” He rasps, trying desperately not to rut his hips against you.
“Hmm, it can take a few months- we might have to do this every day.”
The first time Kirishima’s tits begin leaking milk you don’t even need to use the pump, noticing the little circle of moisture soaking his grey shirt as he works out. Your eyes catching it before he does as you stop him with a hand on his chest, whining low in your throat when you make him pull the fabric up over his head, squeezing his pec that has definitely got bigger since you’d started this little experiment. Your head spinning when you notice the bead of milk that glistens against his puffy nipple, squeezing the fat of his pec as it begins to ooze from him. Unable to resist leaning forward to latch your lips around it, sucking hard as you taste him. Kirishima’s entire body almost falls forward at the sensation, barely able to catch himself before he’s got a large palm splayed against the wall. Harsh breaths leaving his lips as he feels you hum around his tit, shamelessly grinding yourself against his thigh as you suck his nipple hard. Certain his cock is so hard it could cut through his baggy sweats as he lets out a groan from deep in his throat, everything felt so overwhelming. Rolling your tongue around it as you taste him on your tongue, reluctantly pulling away as you reach up to bring him down into a kiss so he can taste himself.
U did a titty sucking induced lactation thing for bakugo and awakened smt in me and I’m literally starving for me more I don’t know how to feel I didn’t know I’d like this I’m so confused so what I’m wondering is if u have more😭🤲🏻
Once he’s got a taste for it, you know he’s going to be absolutely insatiable and completely obsessed.
Pawing at your tits in public like a starved baby, uncaring that people are watching him grope you through your shirt. His lips pressed against the shell of your ear as his warm breath fans your skin, “Wanna suck them, Princess. Need to taste you. Please-”
You could just be sitting watching a show together when he’ll tug down your top just to expose one tit, circling the bud until he feels it harden beneath his touch, moving his lips down to suction around it. You could just sit there and watch the rest of the show, one hand carding through his hair while he semi-watches with you. Still more focused on your tits than anything else as he suckles them softly. Pulling away when he’s done with the tiniest bit of milk dribbling down his chin, licking his lips like he’s had a hearty meal before pulling you into a languid kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue as he groans into your mouth, “You taste so good, Princess. Can’t get enough of ya.”
Almost loses his shit when he notices your nipples have leaked through one of his oversized Dynamight shirts, noting the darkened wet patches on the fabric. The sight making his cock throb beneath his sweats as he’s already pulling the hem of the shirt up to have a taste. “Look at the mess you’re makin’, Princess. My messy fuckin’ girl.” His hands on you simultaneously making more of a mess as he chastises you, “Am I gonna have to help ya clean this up? Dirty girl.”
You don’t have to do anything when he’s like this except lay back and take it. His fingers kneading the supple skin as he watches milk ooze from your nipples. Using the pad of his thumb to rub it around your darkened areola before lifting the digit up to your lips, slipping it into your mouth as he lays it flat on your tongue. His fingers under your jaw as he bends his thumb at the knuckle, pressing down on your tongue as you wrap your lips around his digit and begin to suck. Tasting yourself on his skin as vermilion eyes watch you from above.
Sometimes he practically has you suffocate him with your tits, getting you to hover over his body while he’s laid on the bed. Your tits hanging above him perfectly as he nuzzles them. Squeezing at your mounds to try and produce milk so he can have it dribble directly into his eager awaiting mouth.
Even though he prefers inducing it himself, trying out the breast pump with you gives him more possibilities. Watching as it slowly pumps the little milk your body can produce without pregnancy into the clear glass vial, his cock standing to attention as the suction cup of the pump attaches to your breast. Squeezing the fat into the machine as it does it’s job, sucking your milk from your round tits. When he moves the pump to the other breast his lips are already on you in an instant. Lapping at the residue leaking out of your nipple that the pump left, a taste of what’s to come as he watches the same actions repeated on the other side.
Probably brags about it to Kirishima without realising the consequences.👀 you better hope it doesn’t become a competition of who can make you do it the most.
Inducing lactation on Bakugou or Kirishima because they’re so in awe of the way your breasts got bigger and leak milk for your baby- imagine how much bigger their tits would be, how much more sensitive, the sounds they’d make when you attach the pump to their tits to help them produce milk. Oh my god and the noises they’d make when you wrap your lips around their puffy nips.
kiri would have a milk jar too if s/o is pregnant, i could see that hapenning
Mate, even if his s/o isn’t pregnant I think he’d still have one. Imagine him finding out that women can lactate when they’re not pregnant? He’s instantly researching how and wanting to try it out on you. Buying a pump or just trying to drink from the source?😳
