ive been going through a pHASE IM IN A PHASE OK i wanna write smt about small tiddy wife scared about not enough milk production and hubby haji helping her through her fear by assuring her in the most affectionate way he knows how (with his fingers in her pussy and sucking her tits til shes raw) that it’ll be fine
𖦹 content: service dom!childe, unprotected sex, lactation!kink, small hints of pervy!childe, overstimulation, pregnancy.
𖦹 pairings: bf!ajax 'tartaglia' x gf!fem!reader.
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“You sure they don't hurt?” he asks raising his eyes and resting hands on the mattress below your already slightly weaty body, “They feel... so heavy.”
“They don't hurt as much as you think, Ajax,” you reply catching the breath and letting the head fall back.
It wasn’t from today that Childe made incessant questions about your much bigger and fuller breasts because of the pregnancy caused precisely by him, but as the days went by they seemed to get more recurrent and at every chance he used to ask about them, there was a gleam of curiosity behind his blue eyes. He seemed befuddled and at the same time determined to get something that you couldn't discern with certainty until now.
“But if they hurt, you’d tell me, wouldn't you?”
He asks and licks his lips to wipe them clean of your slick and you raise an eyebrow not knowing what exactly Ajax was getting at. He had literally just finished making you have the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life and the first thing he wanted to talk about were your tits; maybe you picked the wrong Fatui guy to date.
“Suddenly too worried about my tits,” you retort and see a smile slowly open on his soft lips that were now wet with saliva and your juices.
“It’s just natural that I care too much about you after fucking a baby into you, no?” he whispers and ghosts his fingers down your thighs, massaging them gently; you could still feel the slick wetting them a little, “Besides, someone must have told me a while ago that pregnant women’s breasts get more sensitive over time, but that there's a pretty easy way to deal with it.”
You let the head fall to the side, the way his fingertips were drawing imaginary circles across your skin near your still dripping pussy left no doubt that Ajax didn’t intend to let you out of that bed anytime soon.
“Who told you that?”
Childe leaned toward you and let his lips take hold of your neck in kisses and nibbles that eventually became sucks before he answered you, “A certain doctor.”
As he finished speaking against your skin, Ajax slid his fingers higher, rubbing your clit without much force, just enough for you to be distractedly whimpering as his eyes slid to your tits again starting to leak the warm milk that was usually wasted soaking the bed sheets or dripping down your belly from the beginning of the pregnancy.
Your boyfriend had already memorized the way they leaked every time he rubbed and toyed with your puffy clit, but he wanted more than that. Seeing was not enough, imagining the taste of your milk was no longer enough to make him cum while he was away from Snezhnaya without access to your body. Childe needed more! He needed to cup your tits with his soft lips and suck the milk out until his thirst was quenched and start this whole process all over again when he was thirsty again.
His other hand slides down to unbutton and unzip his pants and then discards them beside the bed on the floor, his face moves closer to your tits and his mouth hovers over your nipples already wet with the whitish liquid. If Childe hadn't been so into it, he would have been embarrassed at the way his mouth salivated just from his fertile imagination tantalizing him with thoughts of sucking your milk out until it left you almost dry.
His fingers rubbed your clit more nimbly and all his lips needed to do was open up and let his tongue lick your nipple before taking it inside.
Ajax felt satisfied, almost in heaven, feeling your warm sweet milk overflow into his mouth and down his throat. His eyes rolled up in pure bliss as his hand kept rubbing your clit with your juices returning to leak in piles and the other pumped his dick up and down, making the sticky sound of pre-cum spurting fill the room completely.
You, on the other hand, were holding on to the last thread of self-control not to cum again. Your tits were indeed more sensitive, and it seemed that every sucking motion from Childe made them even more so, but it was so pleasurable, so good that it left no room for discomfort. Your head got dizzy as your felt all the spasms coursing through your body and the warm sensation at the bottom of your belly become more intense, your hips forced against his fingers working on your clit, and little gasping moans in the shape of his name came from deep in your throat.
Your hands wrapping themselves on his giner hair and pulling his face further against your milk leaking breasts was all the permission he needed to continue.
Ajax wrapped his arms around your body and pushed you down until your tight hole was hovering over his cock. You could feel the swollen tip rubbing against your folds and without even realizing it a whimpered “P-Please” escaped from between your lips.
Childe slammed deep inside you, his mouth still sucking your milk out and releasing your pleasure at a level too intense for your poor overstimulated and overblissed body to handle. As a result, your pussy squirted over his dick and walls held him inside massively, hugging him with no intention of letting him pull away.
He almost thought he was going to cum at that very moment and accidentally let your nipple slip between his lips as he stared at you with dilated pupils, flushed cheeks and your milk dripping down his mouth and chin. It was such a lewd scene that it didn't even seem real. However, the Fatui didn't give you much chance to watch him like this for long, he resumed sucking the milk out as he began to thrust himself into your dripping pussy.
“A-Ajax, ahn! My milk–it, t-there won't be any left for our—”
He interrupts you with a groan and lets your breast escape his mouth briefly only to speak, “You can always make more for our son and me, I know you can, princess.”
summary: the journey of motherhood is never easy from the first morning sickness to when the water suddenly breaks. such precious yet arduous nine months deserve to be recorded for memories.
character/s: bonten!sano manjiro
warnings: f!reader, mature language, hints of pregnant sex, nipple play, lactation kink, reader gets anxious, pregnancy, mentions of violence, mikey keeps a gun under his pillow, fluff, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
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MONTH 0: WEEK 3
Dear pumpkin,
Your daddy and I just found out you’re already making a home in my tummy this morning. Amazing how things escalated, but we’re not complaining at all. I never thought you were the reason as to why I was suddenly feeling sick, thinking it was the sushi we ate the previous week. But turns out, I’m the only one feeling this way. The doctor told me you’re the size of a poppy seed right now. You’re so tiny… Can’t wait to hear your heartbeat angel and have sonograms of you. Your daddy is just as excited as I am. We all are, especially his colleagues. Love you so much, pumpkin.
“The lady back in the clinic, she told you to do this?” Manjiro peeked past your shoulder to see what you have written on paper. Hand absentmindedly rubbing your stomach, you hummed in agreement with a soft smile gracing your lips. Thoughts slightly distracted at the idea of a small life now growing inside of you, a product of you and your husband’s love. That and the endless nights of leaving Bonten’s headquarters earlier than the rest to have fun. While Manjiro never told you he wanted children this early, he was never opposed to the idea at all. Although, it did come as a surprise after today’s visit to the nearby clinic. And despite how hard he tried to remain emotionless, you definitely caught your husband shedding and wipe a tear out of happiness while he held your hand as the doctor announced your pregnancy.
“She said she did this with her firstborn many years back.” Relaxing into his palm that held the back of your neck, you watched as his onyx eyes read the words you wrote. A ghost of a smile on his lips. “I thought the idea is a good one. Not only for, you know, memories but for our little pumpkin, too. Something for them to read…”
“Pumpkin?”
You nodded. “Yeah, isn’t it a cute nickname? It’s better than to give them an odd one just to be unique, ‘ya know?”
“Would you also be writing that you’ve caused the scarcity of ice cream at the nearby 7-eleven?”
Whether he was joking or not, you couldn’t tell with the way he sounded so serious. Either way, you pouted at his words and crossed your arms together. “Wow, as if I’m the only one who ate ice cream these past few days.” Brow raised at him, you then squinted your eyes at your silent husband avoiding your piercing gaze. “I know you’re the one who ate my Häagen-Dazs, ‘Jiro. There’s no point in lying or dodging this.”
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, angel.”
MONTH 1: WEEK 5
Dear little pumpkin,
Today was pretty unpredictable. I went to the clinic feeling a bit sad since your daddy said he might not make it to hear your heartbeat. If you will ask me why, please be patient since it isn’t something kids should know. Still, I will tell you once it is the right time. But just as I was about to head in, your daddy arrived with your Uncle Sanzu, as he would like to be called, in tow. Once again, I’ll tell you in full detail soon how chaotic it was. What matters is that we heard your adorable heartbeat. Your daddy cried at the sound of it and I did, too. You’re definitely growing day by day, my angel.
Eyes wide, your mouth was agape at the abrupt entrance of your husband and his right-hand man, Sanzu Haruchiyo. Blood splatters on their attire close to gleaming under the white light of the clinic. The mothers outside waiting for their turn along with their husbands were clearly suspicious and alarmed by their appearance. Who wouldn’t be at the sight of Bonten’s higher-ups and the evidence of their recent carnage in the clothing they wore? However, nothing mattered at that moment other than Manjiro's presence and the effort he had to exert to be here.
“I’m sorry if I wasn’t able to text you that I’ll be here,” Manjiro whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek before you were asked to lay on the bed. Those steely dark eyes never leaving you, ready to pounce on anyone who’d be stupid enough to hurt you while he’s around. “Was too caught up on getting here on time. Won’t happen again on the next visits, I swear.”
“It's okay, love. I’m just happy you’re here now,” you murmured, left hand in his and fingers intertwined with a squeeze. A comforting smile is what you shot him upon seeing how rigid his stance is while sitting on the stool beside you. “Don’t worry too much, ‘Jiro…”
“How can I not?” he whispered, still following your obstetrician’s every move. “You know I have a lot of enemies, angel—” The rest of his words died down when the hem of your shirt was lifted by the doctor. His thoughts were drowned by the initial fear of his enemies bursting through the door that Haruchiyo was guarding like an unmovable force. That was all that occupied and ran through his mind until a heartbeat broke through his noisy state of mind. Onyx irises locked with yours that were glassy as the sound of your baby’s heartbeat resounded in the four walls of the room. His grip on your hand tightened, although not painful or uncomfortable in any way. No, it was out of relief and other combinations of emotions that came out in the form of teardrops. “Angel, is that…?”
MONTH 2: WEEK 7
Dear darling pumpkin,
My love for you grows stronger as the days pass by. It hasn’t been easy waking up and feeling squeamish. Everything is changing, specifically mommy’s body to accommodate your nine-month stay. Sometimes, I eat food paired oddly that I normally wouldn’t even consider putting near my mouth. Thankfully, your daddy doesn’t say a word about it. You may see him as aloof at times, but he truly cares for us. This morning during breakfast, a rare sight of him cooking pancakes greeted me. And despite how he is rarely home due to the nature of his job, he comes back as much as he can and earlier than the usual times I’ve gotten used to seeing him. He can’t help but get excited to feel you kick soon. I kind of dread it though, cause some mothers say it will hurt at times. However, if it means you are healthy, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You stifled a gasp, head buried further into the pillow. Sweat coated the flesh under your chin. Sensitive—your breasts were super sensitive that you were quite sure if Manjiro would pinch them one more time, you’d cry out. Heavy was his gaze, hands cupping and fondling your tits. This wasn’t a new occurrence since your husband has always been fixated on them ever since. What was new, however, was the idea of tasting milk from them once you were lactating revolving in his mind among other things. No matter how many times you told him it hasn’t happened yet, Manjiro couldn’t stop massaging your nipples.
“Love, I-I need to pee…”
“Wait,” he murmured, leaning down to suck on one of the peaks, eliciting a muffled whine from you. The heels of your feet digging into the mattress at the touch of his tongue, hot breath awakening goosebumps on the flesh. “Lemme play more. Don’t you miss me?” Mouth pressing a chaste kiss on your left tit, he grinned down at your flustered expression. “Weren’t you just complaining that they’ve become tender?”
“Yeah, but…” Softly hissing, you fought back a moan when he popped the breast into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Ignorant to your nudges for him to leave you alone so you could pee. “‘J-Jiro, I really, really, need to go.”
MONTH 3: WEEK 9
Dear precious pumpkin,
Sometimes I couldn’t sleep at night because I worry about your future. Your Uncle Sanzu blames it on the prenatal pills, but I hardly think that is the cause. I guess it is one of the many things I have to get used to now that I’ll have a child. Plus, there are times when I look in the mirror and see the effects of lack of sleep… It makes me sad. Lucky for me, your daddy has been nothing but supportive. No one at his organization believes he got out of bed at four in the morning to buy the cup of pudding and chilly sauce I wanted to snack on. The doctor said you’re about the size of a macaroni or an olive. Crazy to think a tiny being like you is making all these changes in me. I hope you’re growing well and healthy inside, angel.
Manjiro was close to throwing the mirror you were holding up to your face across the room or out the window and down to the busy streets of Tokyo. There was nothing wrong with getting acne or your stomach slightly bloating. To him, you were the prettiest woman he had ever laid eyes on and will always be until the end of time. But of course, you wouldn’t take his words for truth which frustrated him. And to think you were just doing your routine skincare before bed that led to this situation.
“Love, do you think I’m—”
“You’re not ugly. Practically fucking far from it, angel.” Taking his shirt off, your husband narrowed his eyes when you frowned in disbelief. It wasn’t until he threw his shirt on the nearby basket that he spoke up again, this time, his tone was more solemn. “Why on earth would you, my wife and the one carrying my child, ever be hideous in my eyes? Huh? It doesn't make sense. Explain that to me.”
“I don’t know…” you sniffled softly, warm tears starting to form and blurring your vision. Hand setting the mirror down that Manjiro was quick to pick up and flung it to the couch. It was a miracle it didn’t shatter with the way he threw it like it was mere dirt. Strong arms envelop your form, albeit not tight enough to cause discomfort for he was afraid to hurt you or the baby. Figure melting into his embrace, you inhaled the faint scent of the fabric softener from his shirt. “Sorry if I’m so emotional.”
“It’s alright, love.” Body pulling back slightly to grab your hand, he pressed a kiss on your knuckle. “Don’t ever think I’d see you as ugly because you’re fuckin’ beautiful. Especially now that you’re having my baby, angel. So fucking beautiful.” Hand patting your belly, he added in a more light-hearted tone. “And so is our baby.”
MONTH 4: WEEK 15
Dear adorable pumpkin,
Your daddy and I were super happy today. Not only do we get to eat at a delicious restaurant to celebrate such a momentous occasion, but we finally got to see you, my angel. As you can see in the photo below, you’re so cute and I wish I could hold you soon. The doctor said you’re the size of a pear and your daddy couldn’t help but marvel at the fruit, holding and imagining it’s you. I hope you could also hear him talk to you every night. I can’t wait to know whether you’re a girl or boy, but that doesn’t matter much to me for as long as you stay healthy. Love you so much, my sweet angel.
Looking at the sonogram of your baby, you winced when a tingling sensation ran in your gums as you chewed on the apple slices your husband prepared. Rim of the glass of water against your lips, you set the photo down and got up from the couch to look for Manjiro. The craving for ice cream, cotton candy and juice was aggravating you, especially since you were asked to cut back from the sugary stuff. The sight of your husband by the refrigerator snacking on a taiyaki made you groan in jealousy that caught his attention.
“What’s the matter?”
“Lucky you could continue eating sweets,” you mumbled, nearing the refrigerator to grab the leftover salad. Heading back to the living room couch with Manjiro in tow, you raised a brow when he didn’t sit next to you. Chewing and swallowing the avocados, lettuce, and strawberries, you raised a brow at him. “What? Come and sit down, ‘Jiro. I won’t bite. Wanna watch a movie?” Not waiting for his response, you grabbed the remote and switched the television on. Careful not to step on your toes or breathe the wrong way in your direction, your husband settled next to you.
Despite how quiet he is the entire duration of the film, he was thankful the deities above heard his prayers for once. The last time he annoyed you by just eating his sweets on the couch was the worst, having him evicted to sleep in the guest room.
MONTH 5: WEEK 18
Dear pumpkin,
I hope you are sleeping soundly in there. Sometimes, I feel like you’re trying to say something to me since I feel a sort of bubbling or fluttering inside my belly. Are you happy there? You’re getting bigger indeed and I can’t help but feel emotional every time. Daddy vows to keep you safe, especially now that I’ve become bigger and sometimes my lower back hurts. I can’t even believe I almost forgot about our anniversary. The doctor did say it is part of being pregnant that I tend to become forgetful. I just wish I wouldn’t get so dizzy easily. And if you must know, I decided to ask the doctor to keep your gender a secret in the end. Your daddy and I wanna be surprised after all. One of his friends told us to hold a gender reveal party, but your daddy loves his privacy like he loves his sweets. I hope you stay healthy as ever, my angel.
Manjiro wiped off the sheen of sweat from your forehead and chin using a washcloth. A satisfied smile on his usual passive features mirrored yours after a round of kissing and more. The dress you wore for tonight lay folded on top of his clothes. The gold Cartier bracelet he gifted you gleamed under the warm lamp light. Chest rising and falling to a steady pace, you reached up to cup his cheek, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him. He pressed a kiss to your hand. Your husband then ran his palm smoothly on your belly. His black irises roved across your skin, caressing the stretch marks that streaked on your abdomen.
“You okay? Do you think the baby is alright?”
“Yeah, I’m more than fine. I’m sure the baby is, too.” Pointing to the direction of the bathroom, you slowly sat up. “I have to pee—mmph.” Carrying you in his arms gently, Manjiro didn’t say a word after he gave you a chaste kiss on the lips as he walked to where the toilet is. “I could get there by myself, you know. But thank you.” You giggled at his show of strength, arms wrapped around his neck and pecked him there. He merely hums in approval.
MONTH 6: WEEK 23
Dear little pumpkin,
There may be nights when bad guys might be out and about. But no matter what, I will keep you safe. Away from harm and silly ghosts that might try and scare you. However, we both have to be brave when we need to be. Your Uncle Sanzu suggested that we get a guard dog, but I think getting you a puppy once you’re a bit older to understand would be better. Plus, I don’t think your daddy is ready to welcome a puppy into the penthouse just yet. You’re a bit heavy now and it is sometimes hard to walk with swollen feet so your daddy is worried about my safety. Yesterday, I felt you kick hard in the middle of the night, which got me all giddy that your daddy got a bit spooked. You do pick the strangest moments to make yourself know, huh. Love you my darling.
“Woah, calm down.” You then sighed, rubbing your startled husband’s back after squealing out of delight at feeling your baby’s strong kick. The gun in his hand glistened under the moonlight, one he kept religiously under his pillow if anyone decided to sneak up on him while he was asleep. According to him, it has happened before—way back when he was still starting out Bonten. Thankfully, it hasn’t occurred since. But one can never be careless. Watching the way Manjiro tried to calm himself down and place the weapon into the nightstand’s drawer, you waited for his breath to even out. “Sorry if I scared you, love. I was… just excited.”
His eyes turned to look at you before asking. “What got you squealing in the middle of the night?” His voice was hoarse from sleep, eyes still squinted until you guided one of his hands to your huge belly. The bright grin on your face said it all. Happiness is certainly contagious that those soulless eyes had a tiny spark in them, fatigue immediately dissipating.
“I felt the baby kick, ‘Jiro. It was a strong one, too.”
“Really? Do you think it’s as strong as mine?”
“If it were, I’d have a hole in my tummy.”
MONTH 7: WEEK 26
Dear sweet pumpkin,
A few more months to go and you’ll be here in my arms. The doctor said you’re about the same size as a red cabbage. She also said you’ll be able to hear and see inside my tummy. After knowing that information, I’m sure you’ve been listening to the classical music I’ve been playing. Upon searching on the internet, it’s supposed to make you smarter. Your daddy is always looking forward to feeling you kick. I do wish he is around more often around this time of the year. But I can’t blame him since his job can be demanding. I hope you don’t feel lonely like me and enjoy the food I’ve been eating to keep you healthy. Love you so, so, much my little angel.
Feet aching and swollen, you shot a glance at your husband speaking with Sanzu and Kakucho. The bento box you made for you and Manjiro sat on the coffee table, still untouched. The trip to his office was an uneventful one, yet you were buzzing with joy upon riding the elevator up to where he is. However, you weren’t anticipating the meeting to take longer than planned. Hiding your discomfort was futile as a hiss of pain left your lips when you tried to move and get comfortable. Manjiro’s eyes were immediately on you, excusing himself to approach you and get on his knees to apply pressure on your swollen right foot.
“Angel, does it hurt so much?”
Seeing the lingering gazes of the two higher-ups of Bonten, you coughed. Silently hinting for Manjiro to stand up from his kneeling position. But that didn’t matter to him, brows pinched as he added more pressure to where it ached, having you almost moan out in contentment. Kakucho was the first to notice his boss’ sharp glance, quickly leaving the room. Sanzu, on the other hand, had the audacity to stay for two more minutes until your husband stood up and gestured to the door. Apologizing softly at the retreating pink-haired executive, you sighed in relief when there were no more judgemental eyes, back sinking further into the couch. Manjiro let out a puff of air at your actions, shaking his head lightly before resuming his massage on your foot.
“‘Jiro, that can wait. We must eat lunch first,” you muttered, yet lacked the conviction to have him stop completely which he noticed. “I bet you’re starving. You did skip breakfast to get here early…”
“Yeah, just let me finish this,” he murmured, continuing the kneading of your foot that produced more soft groans and asking him to do it harder from you. If anyone were to pass by, they’d think you two were having sex instead of a wholesome scene between husband and wife.
MONTH 8: WEEK 30
Dear lovable pumpkin,
Your daddy is such a silly man at times. You’re still in my tummy yet he wishes to give you a sibling so you wouldn’t be lonely while growing up. And while I’m opposed to the idea, I want to love you with all of my heart first as I will do so for your future siblings if there would be any. It is quite hard to walk around the penthouse because you’ve become so big and heavy. I look like a penguin waddling around, but your daddy says it is a cute sight to see. It won’t be long until you’re here with us. Everyone is so excited that Koko, one of your father’s friends, gifted us baby clothes. Suggested names for you were tossed onto the table, but it is quite hard to decide since we did keep your gender a secret. Please continue to be healthy, even if that means you kicking my tummy most of the time at night. I love you so much, my baby.
Mewling into the neck of Manjiro, you then let out a gasp when something leaked out of your breasts after he pinched your nipples. Many nights have passed since you were able to sleep peacefully. Backaches, more stretch marks, swollen feet, and the baby kicking was enough to keep any pregnant woman awake most of the night. Now that you were lactating, your tits were far more sensitive than ever. Your husband didn’t share the same bothered sentiment as you, contented in kneading and tasting the milk you were producing in the wee hours of dawn.
“Love, I-I don’t think I could take it anymore,” you sobbed, trying to pry off his hands from pinching your nipples until they were rock hard. “Aren’t you t-tired? You’ve been at it since we got to bed!” A stuttered breath from you met the skin of his neck when he leaned down to lick off the milk that dripped down to his hands. It was such an obscene sight that would have your hormones acting up, leading down to the path of soft sex but not tonight. You were far too exhausted for that now. “P-please? ‘Jiro, let’s g-go to bed.”
“Fuck. More, baby, let me see these tits leak one more time. Yeah? Just one last time and we’ll sleep.”
MONTH 9: WEEK 39
To my dear pumpkin,
These past few months have been the most magical I’ve ever experienced. Who knew having a baby was such an amazing thing? But I won’t deny how terrifying it can be, especially when the world you’re about to be born in is far from the common life that an ordinary mother can provide. Yet, know this… Mommy and daddy won’t give up on trying to give you a normal life, one that you deserve to have. Your father swears that he will keep you safe as he promised me back then, too. And I promise to be the best mother you could ever have. Time flies so fast indeed that I can’t believe we’ll be welcoming you soon. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms, my little pumpkin. Your daddy is even giddier than I am, although he tries hard not to show it since I tease him. I hope that once you read this diary of our journey together, I hope it shall not only bring a smile to your face, but to those with whom you’ll share it.
See you soon, my darling angel!
“Say hi to the baby, angel,” Manjiro cooed, holding up his daughter wrapped in cloth. Smiling brightly at the baby girl, you reached out a hand to caress her hand that was wrapped around her father’s finger. Tears brimmed your vision. You fought back a sob as took in her tiny appearance. Eyes memorizing the curve of her lips and the shape of her eyes.
“Hi, pumpkin… It’s me, your mother.” Manjiro handed you the child, the corners of his lips curled up in undiluted happiness while he bent down to kiss your forehead and face multiple times. Love in every peck and whisper of you doing a good job after ten hours of labor. The pride in his chest was at an all-time high. “You’re so small and so beautiful. Yeah, look at you. She’s so beautiful, ‘Jiro.”
“Beautiful indeed,” Manjiro said in a hushed tone, still pressing kisses to your face. “My two angels. Thank you, baby. Thank you for giving me a beautiful daughter.”
Inexperienced Koko who doesn’t even know what a lactation kink is until he gets with you and sees milk beading at your nipples. Can’t take his eyes off your chest and gulps when it slides down the curve of your tits. And when you ask him if he’d like to taste?? He’s so tentative and skittish, careful like you could break, or worse- think he’s weird for how obviously hard he is despite not fully understanding it himself.
But you don’t. You just thread your fingers through his silky hair as he suckles and make sounds that get his hips itching, air in the room cool against the sizable blotch of pre that stains designer cotton. He keeps his eyes closed, savoring the taste without a thought in his head but wanting more- perfectly relaxed until you brush the backs of your fingers over his cheek, smile warmer than the sun directed right at him, “You’re the perfect baby boy, aren’t you, Hajime?” And Koko fully loses it. There’s no way to miss the spurt of white that punches through the soaked fabric at the tip of his dick. Or how his lashes flutter when his eyes roll back in his head.
He’s hooked and fucked and thoroughly screwed and you both know it.
Kirishima would get sooooo soft the second he finds out you’re pregnant.
Big fat tears would fill his eyes, the big man would be still for once in his life as it sinks in “I’m gonna be a dad?”.
Then he’s scooping you up in his arms, hugging you to his chest as he rocks you side to side in the kitchen, kissing at your hair and your forehead and your hands and anything he can reach. You’re crying too, but for entirely different reasons.
When he finally stops crying long enough to lean down and kiss you full on the mouth, he’s too rough, sharp teeth tear open your lip and you sob “Kiri, ow!”
“Oh, oh ‘m so sorry baby! Oh no, oh baby I didn’t mean to hurt you, just got too excited ‘nd wasn’t careful. I’m sorry-”
You don’t want to hear any of it, pushing at his chest and crying harder and harder with each word that falls from his mouth.
“I promise I’ll be more careful from now on, okay? Treat you so good, keep you safe and healthy and-and I’ll rub your feet, and get you whatever you start craving!” He’s already ahead of himself, ecstatic and overwhelmed with the information, hugging you too tight and hurting your joints.
There’s no stopping him.
The sex before was wild and rough, the definition of “bed breaking”.
Kirishima was almost feral, ready to shove his cock into you practically at all times, horny at the drop of a hat. You have to go on your tip-toes to reach a bowl in the kitchen? Kirishima’s slamming you against the counter and ripping your shorts down your legs so he can fuck your thighs, entranced by the little sliver of skin he saw when your shirt rode up.
You’re taking a shower? Kirishima’s bullying his way into the bathroom, practically drooling as he strips down, eyes never leaving your cowering, naked form. He hardly ever preps you well enough, so it always burns when he pushes inside you, but asking him to wait never worked.
A sex scene comes on the tv while you’re taking a nap on the couch beside him and Kirishima just has to wake you up as he pulls you into his lap. Bounces you on his cock while you cry, tired and overwhelmed, groggy and confused at all the sudden stimulation.
Kirishima only sometimes feels bad for finding your tears hot, as you whimper when he stretches you out. But mostly he lets himself enjoy his twisted desires, tells you it’s okay to cry, lays on the physical affection (kisses, petting with his hands, holding you close) extra thick while he’s fucking you just so you’ll sob harder. It makes you clench so deliciously around his dick.
But now? Now that you’re pregnant and carrying his child, the child that the two of you made together?
The man is gentle.
No more bending you over the couch, leaving bruises on your hips, fucking your throat like you’re a cheap whore. No more growling as he ruts into you, rumbling about how you can take it, how he’s going to get you pregnant, that he’ll breed you like a little cow until his seed takes.
Now he takes everything slow, even though it hasn’t even been a month since you’d taken the pregnancy test. You aren’t even showing. But he smooths his hands over your stomach anyway, eyes soft and twinkling before he kisses you softly, watches his teeth.
Kiri makes sure you’re comfortable during sex - he only ever initiates on the bed now, where it’s cushy and soft and you won’t get bruised or hurt. He handles you with careful hands, gently moving you about. The self control he exhibits is something to behold, especially when you can see how much he’s holding back.
He likes fucking you on your side, early in the morning or late at night, when both of you are sleepy and tired. He fingers you open, slobbers all over his fingers first to make sure he doesn’t hurt you, then when you’re good and ready he slides inside carefully, watching your body for any signs of discomfort.
It’s easy, slow rolls of his hips, a gentle buildup to his orgasm. It washes over him so slowly and so gradually that sometimes Kiri doesn’t even realize it, just keeps his rhythm and only stops when he feels his cum squelching out against his balls.
Even though you’re pregnant, Kiri still likes to breed you.
Pushes you on your back and coos softly at you as he hooks your legs over his hips, catches one of your hands so he can hold it romantically, keeping eye contact as he pushes inside you in one, fluid motion. He likes to see the way you clench your jaw, determined to not let out any noise, little huffs of air puffing from your nose.
Likes to snuggle after he cums, soft dick still tucked firmly into your cunt. He doesn’t want a drop to go to waste - waits until he gets hard again before fucking you slowly, making sure that you’re really, truly pregnant.
He gets gross and sappy, enough to make you flush with embarrassment and try to hide your face behind your hands. Leans down to mouth at your breasts, looking at you the entire time, only closing his eyes when they flutter shut from pleasure. “Can’t wait until you’ve got milk, you’re gonna be such a good mama.”
Kiri starts to call you “mama” at every turn. His previous petnames were more cutesy, “Baby” and “Sweetie”, but he likes reminding the both of you just what you are now.
“Feels good mama? Looks like it does-” He’ll tease, rubbing at your clit with a spit-soaked thumb as he pants above your tits, spent cock limp against his thigh, a plug nestled inside your cunt. When you clench and suck it deeper as you cum, Kiri groans, cock giving a little twitch.
“Hey pretty mama, come give daddy a kiss?” As soon as he gets home he’s dropping whatever’s in his hands to grab for you (you learned early on - come when he calls, or else there’ll be punishment). A broad hand always plants itself firmly on your ass, squeezing and kneading your flesh as he sucks at your mouth.
You hate his stupid perfect mouth.
It gets worse and worse as time goes on, as your belly and breasts swell and grow heavy. Kirishima can’t stop himself from latching on like a baby, nursing at you with heavy sucks and teasing licks. You’re so sensitive from all the hormones that you can’t stop your hips from bucking up ever so slightly.
Then you can feel Kiri raise an eyebrow, feel as he drags himself out from under your shirt to wipe away the spit from around his mouth. You don’t have to look to see how hard he’s tenting his pants.
“Can you cum from your tits? That’d be so hot little mama, wanna try?” And then he’s diving back under your shirt, redoubling his efforts in suckling at your chest, using a hand to grope your other tit while he makes a mess of the one with his mouth.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔— lactation, mentions of pregnancy and baby, reader is a mama, masterbation, nipple play, toji drinks breast milk, creampie, vaginal penetration, degradation, biting, reader kinda (?) scratches his back, squirting, toji drinks your fluid.
𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔— we’re gonna ignore how i wrote for day 3 before day 2. i promise i’ll finish it soon 😩
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕— 0.8k
being a new mother was hard, ontop of being a good wife for your husband, toji fushiguro. you had just put your newborn down for a nap, toji was out attending to his job. you finally had time to yourself, which as a new mother wasn’t something you often found.
your favourite room had become the laundry room. it was quite, warm and pleasuring. “fuck, fuck, fu-“ your moans came to a stop and you whimpered, your orgasm denied. you opened your eyes. there was no way the load had finished already-oh. the machine had been turned off.
in front of you stood your husband. he gazed down at you with hard, green eyes. in the depths of his emerald eyes swirled an emotion you weren’t unfamiliar with. it was, after all, how you got pregnant the first time. you gulped, looking up at his form that towered over you.
“you’re home early.” you smiled up at him, your cunt fluttering in need. tojis eyes travelled from your smile, down towards your breasts. you had chose not to wear a bra, you were just going to be in the house all day. around both of your nipples, the shirt had dampened.
toji didn’t respond, instead he began to undo his belt that held his cargo pants on his waist. you whimpered, unconsciously spreading your naked lower half. his cock was hard, and you began to wonder how long he had been watching you. his hands grasped the bottom of your white t-shirt, ripping it over your head harshly.
toji wasted no time, his hand gripped the bottom of his dick, lining it up with your dripping cunt. “oh fuck,” your cunt gripped him tightly, not allowing him to slip in as quickly as he pleased. he grunted, forcing his way through your right walls until he had bottomed out.
“such a naughty whore, getting off to the washing machine while i’m at work.” he growled, kissing his way up your stomach until he got to your hardened, leaking nipples. his tongue flattened, licking all of the milk his tongue could find. his dick twitching inside as he cleaned your breasts. you whined, your voice high pitch, as he softly nibbled on your nipple. his other hand, toying with the opposite breast. he began to thrust, slow but deep, sucking your breasts dry. his hands squeeze your breasts, as if it would help the flow of milk. he finally comes up for air, hands moving down to the back of your thighs. your hands reach, locking behind the nape of his neck. he lifts you with ease, moving so your back is now against the wall.
you grind forward, meeting each of his perfected strokes, your juices soaking his cock. “so wet, hm?” he groans into the nape of your neck. he runs his tongue over the juncture of your neck and shoulder, before biting down. your hips falter in their bucking momentum, a loud mewl leaving your lips.
“yes, yes, all for you.” you whine, tangling your fingers in his raven locks. the squelching noise echoing throughout the laundry room is so obscene. the smell of sex, strong in the room as your husband plows up into you. the pull of his heavy, stiff cock inside of you earns a string of endless moans from your plump lips.
“did the washing machine make you feel this good, little one?” he continued his assault on your neck.
“hmf, no.” you mewled, pulling his hair as your toes curled. “you make me- make- make me feel s’ good!” your thighs begin to shake, tightening around his hips.
“yeah? you gonna cream on my dick? let me fuck you till you’re so dumb you only remember my name?”
“yes! please, toji!” but he pulls out, and you whine, he has you grinding against his abdomen searching for a release. he laughs darkly, lowering you to the floor.
“such a needy lil thing, you are. don’t worry, i’ve got you.” he lifts your legs over his shoulder, fucking into you like there’s no tommorow. that warmth that had begun to form just minutes earlier, rebuilt at a faster pace. your eyes rolling into the back of your head, claws sinking into your husbands muscular shoulders. your breathing picked up, your whines hitching in your throat.
“toji! pleasepleaseplease-“ you wailed, your orgasm approaching fast. “i’m gonna, ‘m gonna!” you weren’t able to warn him as your body went limp under him, tongue sticking out as your body trembled uncontrollably. your clear liquid splashed all over him and yourself, pooling on the tiled flooring.
“fuck.” he grunted, his strokes not faltering at his advancing high. “that was so fucking hot.” his balls slapped harshly against your ass. “shittttt” he came with a long groan, burring his cock as deep as your cunt would allow him, his seed painting your gummy walls white.
he removed his soft cock from your warmth, taking in the sight of your exhausted body. “someone’s gotta clean this up.” he leaned down, slurping up your juices. you watched through lidded eyes as he went as far to slurp your liquids from the floor. “you taste so good, little one.”
Cowgirl reader with Ushijima as her caretaker/milker
This was fun to write I’ll admit but it’s legit just thirst don’t think too much while reading it. Also a heifer is a cow that hasn’t had a child yet its not supposed to be derogatory
Warnings: I use milk as a word for cum, lactation, monster girl? Half breed? Something
USHIJIMA THE FARMER or rancher. Imagine it: him, with a nice tan and maybe some freckles as he lifts big stacks of hay and gives them to the animals. The horses love him, always crowding around him when they see him. He has on a cowboy hat he occasionally takes off to wipe the sweat from his brow, only to put it back on so his face is shaded but there’s a glow in his eyes as he tends to his daily chores. All leading up to his very last chore of the day: milking his prized heifer.
You stay in a cozy little area all to yourself. Since you’re half-animal, half-human, you’re treated a bit more humanely than his other cows. And you’re not bred by his bulls either. Your milk is absolutely divine and he prefers it straight from the source, finding it helps him get along with his day faster.
You’re given clothes, but they’re often taken off when it gets too hot out during the summer, so he’s not entirely surprised when he walks in to your naked form, curled up in your little napping area. He hates to wake you up, he really does, but it’s his last chore for the day and he hasn’t missed a single chore since he started working here. You don’t seem to mind being woken up especially when he’s so gentle with you.
He doesn’t know what it is. Is it because he takes a few sips of milk from your supple breasts before properly milking you? Does the relief of milking make you horny? He has never figured out the source, but you’re much easier to milk when he’s pumping you full of his cock. You’re no more than a dairy cow, needed for the milk you can produce from your breasts. It fetches a high price, a cowgirl’s milk, so he can deny it tastes better than regular milk.
You’re moaning as your hands hold you up against the wall, your walls being spread as his hands tug and milk your breasts into the bucket. Even once he’s done with getting the milk from you, he plans on giving you some of his own milk. Sometimes you drink right from the source like he does, but most of the time he just fills you up.
His cum inside you can just make you go right back to sleep, stuffed full of warm cum oozing out of you and basking in the sunlight. It’d be a shame to leave you now, seeing you so deliciously spread out for him. He has a few more minutes to spare, he thinks as he moves his face closer to your cunt.
