yuki tsukumo absolutely loves your tits!
if yuki tsukumo could change her name to “titty lover,” she absolutely would. the two of you could be out on a normal walk, sun shining as the wind blew through your dress.
while you were either enjoying the view, waving at a dog or some nosy kid, yuki would be looking at your boobs.
and when you guys had some privacy, she’d always be on them. as you cooked, cleaned, during makeouts, showers, and sooo many other scenarios.
so, when you came into the house one day after work, freaking out because your titties were leaking—yuki was ecstatic.
now, it was like she was attached to your boob 24/7. you had bought some nipple pads since they wouldn’t stop leaking, but yuki would complain about how it’s “a waste of nutrients.”
you were currently sprawled out on the couch, wearing only a tank top and some cute panties as you scrolled through your phone. you had put on the pads earlier, since just letting them spill was an overstimulating nightmare.
you were about to put your phone down to nap, until yuki finally walked in the door. “i’m home, babyy! i got the—” she called out, but her words faltered once her eyes on laid on you.
“mmm, you’re looking good, baby,” she said as she placed down the grocery bags onto the counter. she made her way towards you, sitting on her knees while her hands crept up to your hips.
she placed slow and lingering kisses from your knee to your clothed bellybutton. “thank you, baby, but i literally look like a bum today.”
“well, then you can be my bum.” she mumbled against the fabric with that cheeky smile, and before you knew it, her hands were already on your boobs.
she pouted as she felt the cotton and thick material under your shirt. “seriously, babe? you’re letting it all go to waste!”
“to waste?” you echoed. “it would’ve been a waste to just let it go all over my shirt. these things are useful.” you said as you tapped at it with an “i told you so” smirk.
“well obviously don’t let it get all over this cute shirt! i mean, put it in a glass for me to drink later!” she exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
“oh my god, you’re so ridiculous. you’d really just drink a glass of this stuff?” you asked through incredulous laughter as she shrugged.
“what? i’d do it with your cum, so what’s the difference?” she murmured through a smirk as she crawled over you. “babe!” you lightly smacked her shoulder.
she just laughed as she leaned down to finally press her lips against yours. her lips were nice and warm, while yours were slightly cold due to the air conditioning blasting all day.
as she slid her tongue along the seam of your lips to enter your warmth, her slender fingers crept under your shirt and up to your breast. “mm… love these beauties,” she murmured against your lips.
she sat back on her heels, lifting your shirt up to your collarbone. she leaned down to catch the pad between her teeth, slowly peeling it off. the cold didn’t linger on your nipple for too long, since she immediately took it into her mouth.
“ah, yuki!” you gasped while your hips tilted towards her. she softly groaned against your skin as the creamy and lusciously warm milk hit her tongue. “fuck, darling… it’s delicious.”
once she emptied out that one, she immediately moved onto the other. as she drank and drank she felt you slightly grinding against her thigh. “aww, my baby’s getting all needy for me, huh?”
you weakly nodded as you panted. “mm— yes, baby. please, please, pleaseee touch me.”
now how could she deny her sweet baby? “alright, cutie. since you asked so nicely.” she moved her hand down to creep under your panties, feeling how soaked you were already.
“goddd, baby… you’re so warm for me.” you softly whimpered as you felt her fingers pinch your clit. “yuuuki…” you whined since you just couldn’t wait.
“alright, alright. enough teasing for my sweetie.” she spread open your slick and slightly puffy folds, then slowly eased in her two fingers. “ah, fuck…” you mumbled from the pressure of her fingers entering you.
once she bottomed out she took your tit back inside her mouth, swirling her tongue over your perked and leaky nipple. she softly whimpered from the feel of your tight walls squeezing her, and your delicious cream falling onto her tongue.
you were practically delirious with her warm lips around you as she curled her fingers into that spongy spot, circling her thumb around your clit with the same rhythm of her tongue.
“f—fuck! it’s sooo good, yuki…” you breathed out, arching into her as you felt that tingling sensation. “mmm, not as good as this deliciousness, baby!” she said as she licked some of the lingering milk off of her lip.
you clenched around her fingers at the breathless sight of her. “you’re getting so close, yeah? come on… cum for me, baby, so then i can drink that too.”
she moved up to the skin just below your ear, swirling and sucking on it. your hips matched the rhythm of her fingers as you felt yourself at the edge.
she pressed down onto your clit, making you arch into her and claw at her back. “ohhh, fuck!” the warm and thin liquid slid down from her fingers to her knuckles. she continued to move her fingers, but at a more gentle pace to ride out your climax.
once she felt yourself muscles relax she pulled out gently, then sucking on her fingers. “god, everything about you is so delicious…”
you tiredly giggled, then pulled her down to lay on top of you. you two stayed like that for a while until she broke the silence.
“oh my god, what if i mixed your milk with your cum—”
“yuki!”
© xstarlights ‘26
a/n: guyyyysss this one might actually be my favorite one i’ve written so far 🥹🥹