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glassbxttless · 1 year

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[CLOSE] from the smut prompts okay? But stay with me for this one.

Paterson x Pregnant!Reader

Also maybe some lactation kink in there somewhere

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Paterson x f!Reader

summary: You delight Paterson with some very shocking news not too long after the birth of your first child.

word count: 2k+

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, postpartum, new pregnancy, pregnant reader, female reader, pinv, vaginal sex, a bit of fingering, lactation kink

You feel sick to your stomach as you hold Olive close to your chest, patting her back as she scrunches close. Her skin is clean, new, fresh, only eight weeks old. Your eyes are fixated on that little test strip on the counter. You press a kiss to the top of Olive’s head full of dark hair as you sigh. Two lines making tears prick the corner of your eyes. You knew it shouldn’t have happened then, that the two of you were just too focused on how your bodies felt— not your minds. Ten minutes of the sleepiest sex you’ve ever had, set you onto a path of two babies within the year.

You remember Paterson asking if you were okay afterwards, how he ran a bath and promised he’d take care of Olive. He brushed your hair and kissed your head and apologized for letting it get as far as it did. But you were just as much to blame, you apologized too and it hasn’t happened again. But here you are now. You take a deep breath and walk out of the bathroom, placing Olive into her swing just as Paterson walks through the door. Your heart stops as your eyes meet.

He starts to unzip his jacket and hang it on the hook. “There are my girls.” He has a smile on his face, leaning down to give you the softest kiss and a squeeze on your arm. He presses a kiss to the top of Olive’s head before ducking into your shared bedroom to change from his work clothes into something comfortable to wear around the house. Unbuttoning his shirt, he turns the corner into the bathroom. Letting the fabric roll off of his shoulders and then he’s tossing into the hamper, catching sight of the test on the counter. His heart stops as he steps closer, lifting the strip close enough to see the two pink lines clearly. He sucks in a breath, trying to calm those racing thoughts: Olive, your newborn is only eight weeks old. He places the strip back down on the counter, just like he found it. He doesn’t want you to know he’s seen it. You’ll come to him when you’re ready.

When he steps back out of the bedroom, sweatpants hanging low on his waist— white t-shirt covering his chest— you’re sitting on the couch, Olive tucked close to your chest as she nurses. Paterson’s quick to make sure your water cup is full and you’ve got a snack next to you before he’s heating up two portions of lasagna from your stash of premade dinners. He watches you, noting how unusually quiet you’ve been since he’s come in. You’ve never gone a day without asking him how work was.

But you’re lost in your own thoughts, something that you’ve grown used to since Olive’s birth. “Pat?” your voice is quiet, shaky, a quiet trill that seeps in like you’re about to cry. Paterson is quick to notice, walking over to sit down with you.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” He asks softly, reaching over to take Olive when you’re handing her over. He burps her and places her in her swing before he’s gathering you up into his arms.

“Think I’m pregnant.” You whisper and hide your face against his chest. He just rubs your back, holding you comfortingly as you continue to talk. “Olive is still so small and I don’t know what to do… I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” he says softly, sitting you up to wipe a stray tear off your cheek. He smiles softly as he meets your eyes— hand cradling your cheek. “If anything I should be apologizing. I did it.” he says softly, searching your face for that little crack of a smile you indulge him with. He kisses your forehead, pulling you back against his chest. Your knees are placed on each side of his hips. “I love you and you’re a fantastic mother. You’ve done amazing with Olive. If this is something you want, you’re going to do amazing with them too,” he says softly.

“I… I do want this.” You nod. You think of Olive and how much you love her. How much Paterson loves her. How good he is with her. How you both have begun to find yourselves within parenthood. “I want everything with you.” you whisper, thumbs brushing along his jaw as you pull him into a kiss. His eyes begin to flutter closed, one hand tightening on your hip and the other planting itself on the back of your neck to pull you closer. Your mouths part, heads tipping into each other. Paterson’s tongue chasing yours as you feel like every vein in your body is on fire. Your hips begin digging into his. The thin fabric of the sweatpants he was wearing is doing nothing to mask the erection growing underneath.

He’s not shy about it, dragging your hips against him as he scoots to the edge of the sofa. Hand moving from your neck to wrap around your waist as he stands. “Gotta take my girl to bed, huh?” He whispers, lips pressing a kiss underneath your ear as he begins to carry you to the hall— a quiet squeal of Olive’s name leaving your lips halts him in his tracks. “Go sit in bed for me, yeah? I’ll get her.” He kisses the top of your head, as your feet hit the ground. He steadies you with a hand on your waist, waiting for you to turn and disappear into your bedroom.

You make quick work of stripping down to just your t-shirt. The one that’s hanging on your shoulders by just a thread. It’s old and worn, stained by your breastmilk and dried tears from your eight week old baby. You flip on the lamp, dim light filling your room. You give Tessa, the Afghan hound/Rough collie mix you and Pat had adopted at the beginning of your relationship— who takes up residency at the end of your bed each night, a few little gentle pats on her back ushering her away, promising she can have her spot back later. She stands and stretches, wagging her tail before hopping off the edge of the bed and trotting out to the living room. No doubt to drink some water and lounge on the couch. And just as she’s leaving, Paterson is appearing in the doorframe. “Look at you.” Pat mumbles, kicking the door closed as he steps into the room. He admires the expanse of your thighs, the way your hips have gotten wider since the beginning of your pregnancy. He’s stepping closer, settling one knee on the bed as his eyes dip downward. They rake up over the fabric covering your chest, a hand settling on your hip to pull you closer to him as he settles into place in the middle of the bed. His lips close the gap between the two of you, legs placed out in front of him after he sits against the mattress. His heart is beating so fast in his chest, but the second your hands settle on his shoulders— legs wrapped around his waist— he starts to settle down. He gets comfortable, lets himself relax into the kiss you share. “Sweet girl.” he whispers, hands toying with the hem of your t-shirt. “I love you. Nothing will ever change that, okay?” he says softly, fabric raising and exposing more and more of the skin of your back before he’s tugging the shirt off completely.

You shiver, tugging Paterson’s own t-shirt off of his body. Smiling when it ruffles his hair up. His hands find your chest, cupping your tits gently and he gently brushes his thumbs over your nipples. Your fingers are threading through his hair as he dips his head down, taking your nipple into his mouth. His other hand cups and kneads at your tit, his eyes fluttering closed. He’s so lost in you, so enamored. Your hips are rutting closer to him. Your bare cunt brushing against the growing hard on in his sweatpants. Paterson lets a bit of milk drip down from his chin as he pulls away, rolling down his neck and chest. Your fingers bunch up his hair a bit, bringing him into a kiss. You taste the lingering flavor of sweet sweet almond on his lips, his breathing rapidly increasing as you pull your legs back to raise to your knees just to get his sweatpants off.

And he’s quick to discard them, throwing them towards the floor as your legs settle back down around his waist. His cock standing red and angry between your bodies, he’s pulling you close by your waist. Lifting you just a bit against his chest to slip his free hand under you, teasing at your cunt. His fingers are sliding through your folds, brushing ever so gently against your clit. “So lucky you’re my wife.” he mumbles into the skin of your shoulder, two fingers plunging deep into you for just a second before he’s retracting them and replacing them with his cock. You take him greedily. He can feel your cunt fluttering around him and fuck if it isn’t the sweetest thing he’s ever felt. Every time he gets you in bed like this, he revels in the feeling. Truly loving and present in every single moment. His eyes are closed now, head tilting back just that little bit. He swallows hard. Adam's apple bobbing as he does. And your hips rock with his, clinging to each other's bodies as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

You can’t keep your sounds at bay. The moans, the squeals, the hums. Paterson’s just too big. Settled fully inside of you, he stretches you wide, just the right amount of burning pressure to set your nerves on fire. The ache settled deep in your belly starts to fade away into a building sense of pleasure as your hips begin to move in time with one another. The way he keeps his arm tightly locked around your waist as your ankles stay wrapped around his waist, starts to make you feel hot all over. Paterson’s face buries into the soft space between your neck and shoulder, lips pressed against the skin there— leaving a dark bruise in their wake. His tongue darts out to soothe the skin he’s damaged, his cock settled deeper and deeper inside of you, hitting that spongy spot that starts to make your eyes roll back. “Pat…” your breath comes out in little pants, quiet into Pat’s ear. “I’m gonna cum.”

He’s just about there, feels that coil in his belly begin to wind tighter and tighter. He knows he’ll only last a few more minutes— and not even that long if you keep talking to him like that. When your hands leave his shoulders to press against his chest, trying to find anywhere you can grip. You settle on his biceps as your body begins to shake, thighs convulsing as your head leans against his shoulder. Flashes of white light blind your vision as a pleasurable warmth floods through your veins. And Paterson is right behind you, lifting your hips just a bit to thrust his into you as deeply as he can, painting the inside of your pussy with his spend. His heart is racing just as fast as yours. Chests heaving opposite one another. The sound of your breathing matching the other’s breathing patterns. You look him over, that fucked-dumb smile playing at his lips. You’re so in love with him. You take a deep breath, sucking in enough air to try and regain your strength. You’re pushing him flat against his back on the mattress, laying on his chest with a laugh. Your hand nestled right up against his tummy.

And then he’s laughing, kissing the top of your head. His cock still nestled deep into you. “We’re gonna be alright, mama. Another one’s nothing we can’t handle.”

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#paterson #paterson x reader #paterson x f!reader #adam driver fandom #adam driver fanfic #adam driver character #cw: lactation kink #cw: breeding #cw: pregnancy #cw: postpartum #cw: vaginal sex #cw: pinv

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ventisslut · 2 years

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Cw: breasts, nipple play, lactation venti being obsessed with your chest

Venti is 100% a boobs man. He's the fucker who'll come up behind you to put his cold hands under your shirt to squeeze your breasts. Big or small, he doesn't care, he loves 'em all. he'll hold and play with your titties anytime and that's a threat. More utc

He loooveees how soft and jiggly they are, sometimes giving them little pats to see them jiggle while giggling childishly about it. He knows how sensitive your nipples are, and it's a curse, he'll sometimes quickly brush over them "accidentally" when you're out together, just to see you squirm and get all shy. He'll sometimes even blow colder winds to your direction to see your nipples harden and perk up under your shirt.

You can't tell me Venti's fingers don't have calluses, and he definitely uses that to his advantage, teasing your nipples by rubbing his finger tips on them, he loves it when you jump a little at the sudden stimulation. Sometimes even pinching your buds a little indelicately to make you behave, if you disobey him or piss him off, making you cry out..

Don't even forget about him sucking on your breasts, he'll suck on them like he wants something to come out. Hopefully maybe someday you'll leak milk from your cute breasts for him to drink up until you're crying from overstimulation <3 he might even prefer your sweet milk over dandelion wine, pinning you down on your shared bed, exposing your chest to him, you'll be a good girl and let him drink your milk right? Don't want it to go to waste now be still, it's leaking enough already.. he might even quit going to the tavern, instead opting to get drunk on your milk and your cute cries until morning and until you have nothing left to give him <3

Since you have no milk at the moment, he might as well just pour wine on your breasts and drink that off of you until he does manage to make you lactate. Taking you to the back of the tavern upstairs, ripping your shirt open, he'll pour the cold alcohol on your sensitive bosom as you whine his name as quietly as you can manage while he runs his tongue all over them, digging his fingers into your soft flesh.

You'll probably have his hand prints on your breasts (or on most parts of your body) throught your relationship with him.

#venti #venti x reader #cw breasts #smut #lactating kink #genshin impact #lunie.txt #dom venti #venti imagine #venti headcanon #venti supremacy #barbatos x reader #venti x reader smut

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nurbrotheadfull · 1 year

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Anyways, belly

#belly kink #cw mpreg #mpreg #mpreg belly #mpreg kink #baby bump #huge pregnant belly #mpreg art #mpregnancy #pregnancy #the devils breeding bitch #belly movement #lactating kink

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year

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Hotch with lactation kink is my absolute favorite ❤️‍🩹

I imagine him being so shy to ask you if he can stuff his face in your tits, like he never thought Hed be into that kink, so he goes all shy and soft spoken and ofc you can never say no to him 🥺

aaron isn’t sure what it is about you, that sends his brain into haywire and makes it hard to think.

you’re just reading your book, finally getting some time to yourself after putting your daughter down for a nap.

your hair is a little matted and sweaty, your glasses have fingerprint smudges on them and you’ve nibbled a raw spot in your lip. you’re in a slip dress patterned with embroidered suns and meadows.

you’d think you look horrible.

but to aaron, you look ethereal. you look like you’ve been taken from a romance book and placed into his home.

“baby,” you look up, finding your husband staring at you with a lovelorn look.

he’s been giving you more of those recently. gaze warm and full of love as he stares at you.

“yeah?” god he doesn’t think he’s ever been more in love with you.

with your gaze on him, his cheeks flush a light red. you stare up at him with a bit of wonder in your eyes and aaron thinks that maybe it’s weird- what he wants to ask.

“how’re you feeling?” his cheeks remain tinged red, but he crosses the room to sit with you.

his head falls into your lap and your hand brushes his hair back. it’s a little overgrown but you think it suits him quite well.

“m’okay. a little sore though,” you hand brushes your breasts and aaron can’t help but track the movement.

you know he’s looking and mask your small smile. “can i help?”

it’s the only way he can put it and he hardly looks in your eyes as he asks.

“how?”

aaron should’ve known you wouldn’t have made it easy on him. he’s not entirely sure what about this, makes him so nervous.

“wanna suck on ‘em.” there’s a sort of demure way that the words leave him, but it’s just enough for you.

“course you can,” his hands are gentle yet diligent in where they tug and twist the material of your slip dress, eager to have his mouth on you.

“thank you.” you nod and watch, rapt and keen as his mouth opens and latches onto your nipple.

you hiss a little but relax when you feel the milk leave you. aaron hums around your nipple and pulls harder. there’s a moan or two that leaves him as he continues to pull milk from you.

“slow down, love.” you stroke his hair, picking back up your book when his pulling turns to soft suckling.

he switches breasts and after, his suckling turns even slower and when you take a peek at him his eyes are closed and there’s a little milk pooling from his lips.

“sleep well bear,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead while you continue reading.

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x yn #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner #cw:lactation kink #cw: lactation kink #tittyboy!hotch

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dearramiel · 1 year

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If I write an Eddie Munson x Lactating kink fic and y'all bully me for it, imma kms fr😭😭

#eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson x reader #cw.breastfeeding + lactating #cw: lactation kink #you cannot deny the fact that eddie munson would have a thing for it

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frenchfrywrites · 1 year

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Aroused

MINORS DNI

warnings: amab gn dom top reader, trans pregnant bratty bottom Belphegor, pregnancy kink, lactation, some daddy kink, spit kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, reference to somnophilia, fem terms used

Again, sorry this took me 1million years to post, but thank you @arloheart for the fun commission! it's always a trip to write about belphie <3

It’s uncanny to be awoken by Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth. Usually it goes the other way around. And for someone who values and desires sleep so much, he certainly doesn’t seem apologetic when it comes to waking you up.

“Hey,” he’s shaking you awake- and not being gentle with it- in the dead of night, muttering your name- thankfully- softly, “hey wake up.”

“What?” you grunt and then your body jolts awake as panic lurches through you. A bit disjointed and discombobulated, you turn to him, “are you okay? The babies okay?” your voice is deep with sleep and concern as you blink and adjust to the darkness surrounding you. Belphie stops shaking you,

“Yeah,” and though it’s dark you can see enough to know he’s smiling. Relief washes over you because no one is hurt and things are okay. You then resist the urge to frown because you know his bemused expression is due to how he takes delight in you looking confused and dazed when you wake up.

“What’s the matter then, love?” you ask softly, clearing your throat as you reach out to touch his pregnant belly gently.

“I’m horny,” he tells you bluntly. You suck your teeth at that, feeling annoyance prickle your skin.

“You woke me up… just because you’re horny?” Belphie nods,

“Yeah, are you going to do something about it?” his voice is teasing with a hint of desire. Part of you wants to indulge him, part of you wants to please him, and make him feel good. However, part of you- a large part of you- is more than a little ticked off by him ripping you from your slumber for this.

“Belphie, darling,” you sigh, dropping your hand, “I love you, and you know I’m always horny for you, but,” you pause, “couldn’t you have just gotten yourself off while I was sleeping?” it’s not like he hasn’t stuffed himself with your cock while you’ve been sleeping before.

“I can’t! This-” he gestures to his very evident and hardly forgettable, third-trimester belly, “prevents me from doing a lot of the things I was able to do before.” You know that, and Belphie knows that any excuse related to his pregnancy is your weak spot. He groans, and you can tell it’s an overreaction intended to make you cave.

“Everything hurts,” he continues when you don’t move to help him, “my pussy aches for your cock, and my tits hurt so much, and my legs are killing me,” you feel your heartstrings being tugged on as you listen to his woes- even though you will admit, he’s being very dramatic. “I’m so fragile and vulnerable,” and suddenly your heartstrings are just fine because those are lies if you’ve ever heard them, even while he’s pregnant. He reaches out to you, feeling up your chest to deliver the final blow, “come on, daddy, don’t you want to take care of me?”

You look at him for a long moment, then shake your head. “I'd only want to get you off if you were being a good boy for me,” you tease, turning over so Belphie doesn’t see how you fail to hold back a grin when he lets out a frustrated grunt.

“Fuck me,” it’s clear his patience is running thin when he hits you lightly, “come on fuck me daddy, it’ll feel so good, come on,” boy if you thought he was being bratty before, your teasing certainly hasn’t helped.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” Belphie mutters under his breath, “okay, okay,” he nudges you, “no fucking me because you’re being grumpy and evil, but my chest really does hurt right now,” he moans softly, “will you at least help me with my tits?”

Oh Belphie knows exactly what he’s doing when he whispers those last words breathlessly. Despite your slight annoyance with him, you can feel your blood rush south. You submit to the fact that you’re not going to be able to go back to bed any time soon.

Turning back to Belphie, you feel pride swell in your heart at how excited he looks with your attention back on him. Giddily he leans against your pillows, pulling up his maternity sleep shirt, exposing both his beautiful belly, and his heavy breasts to you.

Slowly you make yourself comfortable between his spread legs, running your hands from his thighs up to his chest (giving some special attention to his belly first, of course).

Leaning down, you hear Belphie’s breath hitch as your lips get closer to his leaking nipple. And then you stop.

“Come on,” he strains, arching his chest up.

“Say please,” you tut, because he hasn’t even said please once yet. Such a brat.

“Ugh,” he snorts, “please daddy?” he says with an incredibly high-pitched whine, another overreaction. He did say “please” though, so you take his nipple into your mouth and suck hard.

Belphegor lets out a gasp that you know isn’t an overreaction. He’s always had a sensitive chest, even before he started producing milk.

He sinks into your bed as you drink from his breasts, relaxing at the relief that comes with getting the pressure off his chest.

Belphie wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you closer. “Thank you,” his voice is filled with tenderness and affection. You know he can (and likely will) get more worked up from this, but right now he genuinely sounds relieved.

Happily you suck until he has nothing left to give you, yet you still roll your tongue against his nipple a couple of times to make sure you’ve caught every drop. Belphie whines, his hands coming to move your head to his other tit. You give him the same treatment for his other breast, except you bring a hand up to lovingly rub his belly while you drink.

Little moans and breathless whimpers leave Belphegor’s pretty lips, but he’s otherwise pretty quiet. By the time you finish, he looks like he’s about to drift off. False hope leads you to believe he’d be satisfied with just this.

“Fuck me,” he whines pathetically as soon as your lips leave his puffy, spit-slicked nipple. You wait a moment, but again no “please” follows.

“I knew you’d want more,” you mumble, the words sounding much more affectionate than you’d intended them to be. “Such a greedy boy,” you chastise, but truthfully you’re glad he’s still wanting more, considering your dick is now straining uncomfortably against your pants.

Belphie lets his eyes open slowly before he pulls you up by your head so he can kiss you. You smile against his lips until you feel his mouth part and his tongue slide against yours. While you open your mouth for him to deepen the kiss, your hands wander from his belly to his sleep pants.

Inching the waistband of his pants down you hear, and feel, him let out a small noise of excitement. Slow as molasses you slip your hand into his underwear, brushing your fingers against his clit to feel him twitch and jerk under you.

He’s as hard as you are, and lets out a downright sinful noise when you rub his clit with your thumb. It almost makes you want to spend all your attention there, but you want to feel how needy he is.

When your fingers reach his soaking hole, Belphie is barely kissing you anymore, his jaw slack as he focuses on breathing heavily, drool seeping from his open mouth and wetting both yours and his chin. Even though he’s not putting any effort into kissing back, he still whines when you pull back your head.

He swallows heavily, bringing a hand to wipe away his spit from his face, his pretty purple eyes locked with yours the whole time. “Need you,” he mumbles, “it hurts, how badly I need you,” he tells you easily.

Your heart thumps heavily against your chest looking down at him, all desperate and debauched. His hair is disheveled, revealing how both of his pupils are blown wide with lust, his gaze finally breaking with yours to look down at the bulge that’s tenting your sleep pants. “Need you,” he’s quiet admitting it this time, like he’s talking to himself.

“Alright,” you reach your limit, feeling your own desperation overflow within you. With the utmost care you help Belphie out of his clothes (slipping a pillow under his hips to keep him comfortable). You feel as though you’re overheating, and can’t get your clothes off fast enough.

“Finally,” Belphie sighs happily as you- now nude- get comfortable again between his spread legs. He looks entirely too smug. It reminds you of how annoyed you were when he’d woken you up. It reminds you of how much you like to tease him.

"Not yet baby," you murmur, smiling when his expression melts from cocky to confused. "Don't you remember?" He looks even further confused, and god does it make him look so cute. "I said earlier, I think only good boys should be allowed to get off,” you remind him. You spread his pussy lips and slide your cock against his drenched cunt. Realization washes over Belphies face.

“Nooo,” he whines, yet his eyes flutter shut, and he jerks himself against the shaft of your dick all the same. “I’ve been a good boy, I said I- ooh,” you cut him off as you rub your sticky tip against his clit. Belphie wraps his arms around your neck, clinging to you, “I said I needed you,” he whines lewdly.

He has a point, considering he frequently refuses to admit when he’s wanting and worked up, favoring instead to tease and play with you until you bend to his needs.

“Baby,” you moan, slowly frotting yourself against his wet pussy, “you woke me up and you’ve- uh- barely said please at all tonight,” you argue. “Naughty boy,” you groan, emphasizing your point by leaning down to nip at one of his tits. Belphie yelps, arching his chest into your mouth all the same. Picking up the pace a bit, you shift your hips so you can rub yourself directly against his hard clit as you lick and suck the skin you’d gently bitten.

Belphie is quiet for a bit.

Except that’s not wholly true. Even though all you’re doing is some wet grinding, he gasps for breath, whines and whimpers like you not being inside of him is physically painful, and lets out moans that are deep and heavy, wanton in every sense of the word. It’s easy to tell these reactions are genuine, and he’s sensitive enough these days that he could cum from this alone if you go at it for long enough.

Finally, it comes out like it’s being punched out of him, “please, ah-” his eyes squeeze shut, clinging to you tighter while your cock blissfully slides and rubs against him. “Oh please, please, fuck, please, please,” now that he’s gotten it out once he can’t stop, and it comes out over and over like a prayer. “Please,” his voice cracks, and his breath catches as he cries out your name, “please fuck me, need you inside, please.”

“Good boy,” you coo as, one by one, tears start to pour from his eyes. “Aw there’s my good boy, you want my cock darling?” he nods, then hiccups.

You bring a hand up to brush away his tears, and Belphie leans into your touch, trying to calm himself.

“I need to get the lube,” you remind him gently.

“No,” Belphie sobs, frowning deeply and clinging to you tighter. “I’m wet enough,” he practically wails, “don’t need it.” Then he gives you those puppy eyes that you never can resist, and to make matters worse, he juts out his bottom lip in the cutest pout. Your hips stutter as you crumble,

“Okay, okay, but I’m still stretching you,” Belphie’s lips wobble into a grin at the compromise, so you pull back as much as you can with him still clinging to you.

Licking your lips you take a second to look over Belphie in full. He looks utterly wrecked: tears have stained his face, his lips are shiny with drool and spit, so puffy and pink that you want to lean down and kiss him until you can’t breathe, and his face is beautifully flushed.

“Please,” Belphie squirms under your gaze, and snaps you out of your trance, reminding you that you’re so hard it hurts, and you’ve got a very needy man under you waiting for relief. You gather saliva in your mouth and spit onto Belphie’s pretty pussy. He lets out a squeak at the sensation, that turns into a groan when you slip two of your fingers into his entrance.

Belphie’s eyes roll up into his head, clenching around you excitedly as you scissor and fuck your fingers into him slowly. “Now you’re being such a good boy for me,” you praise softly, “all you needed was something filling you up for you to behave, is that it?” Belphie doesn’t respond to your question.

You curl your fingers and he lets out a breathless, choked moan. “Yes,” he gasps, and you’re not sure if that’s a delayed response to your previous prompt, or if all he can do is express how pleased he is to have your fingers rubbing and stretching his insides.

It doesn’t take long for you to add another finger, and Belphie opens up for it easily. He’s past needy by now; so pliant and malleable, his body ready and more than willing to take anything at this point.

“Think you’re ready for-”

“Yes, fuck, please,” he cuts you off, each word sounding like its own secret confession.

“Yeah,” you sound just as far gone as he does, breathless and eager to feel him around you. Removing your fingers gently, you again gather your saliva in your mouth. You spit on your hand, moaning softly as you stroke yourself and crudely lube up your dick. Aligning your tip with Belphie’s hole, his breath catches with anticipation.

Steadying yourself by holding onto his hips you slowly inch yourself forward, your dick twitching as it’s surrounded by his heat. Belphie chokes when you’re nearly halfway inside of him, and you stop moving immediately, fearful that he’s hurting.

“Are you okay baby?” he nods,

“Just- just a second,” you feel him pulse and squeeze around you, adjusting to the intrusion. To soothe him you rub his hips lovingly, murmuring praise to distract him.

When he relaxes around you, you start to work your hips back, and gently thrust into him with the length that you’re able to. Belphie sighs softly, his lips parting and the tension leaving his face as he welcomes the stretch of your cock.

Soon his soft sighs turn to soft moans, and it only takes another moment for him to groan, “faster,” clinging to you desperately as any discomfort he’d felt melts into pleasure.

You pick up the pace immediately, yet you make sure to not press yourself any deeper, preferring for him to take the lead rather than you accidentally hurting him.

“Thank you,” he whines, so quietly you nearly miss it. You lean down to kiss his jaw,

“What was that, Belphie?” you tease. He groans, turning his face away from you,

“Mm, ah, I said thank you, fuck- feels so good, needed this, needed you, make me feel so good,” he lets himself loose as you let a hand fall from his hips down to rub his sensitive clit, “oh, gonna cum, deeper, wanna feel all of you, gonna cuh-cum, wanna feel you in my tummy, please, ple-ah!” you cut him off, finally pressing yourself balls deep inside of him.

Belphie cums, like he said would, overwhelming you as he squeezes and milks your length from tip to base.

“Fuck,” you choke, nearly losing control and toppling over him due to the intensity in which your orgasm hits you. Luckily, you have just enough of your wits about you to keep yourself up. However, you don’t have enough brainpower to control the way that your hips thrust, erratic and rough, as you fuck him through it, your skin slapping loudly against his as you both chase your climax.

It’s only once you’ve both caught your breath and started feeling the subtle pin-pricks of pain from overstimulation beginning to settle in, that you carefully and gently ease yourself out of him.

Belphie’s hole twitches as your cum seeps from his used hole. You think he makes a very pretty picture, and if you weren’t so unbelievably exhausted you’d consider cleaning him out with your mouth.

Instead, you kiss his sweaty forehead, and pull the blankets over him so he doesn’t catch a chill as you grab a washcloth and glass of water.

It’s hard to tell if he’s asleep or simply resting when you return. Either way you have to clean him up, so you place the cup of water on the bedside table, and pull back the blanket to place yourself between his legs once again.

Delicately, you wipe at his sensitive hole with the washcloth. Belphie groans, peaking one eye open,

“Hurts?” He shakes his head,

“No,” his voice is rough and slurred with how exhausted he is, “well, maybe a little bit,” he confesses. You lean down to kiss his cheek apologetically.

“I’ll be quick then,” you promise, returning to cleaning him, kissing him softly and sweetly with every wince he gives.

Once you’re done you toss the rag elsewhere and kiss your way down to his belly.

“I love you,” you look up, and though Belphie looks a breath away from falling asleep, you catch his eyes. He looks down at you so lovingly it makes your heart ache. You kiss his belly again, breaking eye contact to turn your attention to the babies inside of him

“Your dad is the worst for waking me up in the middle of the night,” you whisper to them, though it’s loud enough for Belphie to hear. He flicks your head, and you giggle, continuing with your bit, “I hope you two wake him up ten times as much when you come out,” Belphie responds by snorting and weakly flicking your head again.

"Cuddle me to sleep," he demands, tugging at you weakly. "Please," he adds before you can start, and since he asked so nicely you slide up next to him, kissing him once before you both fall fast asleep.

#cw overstimulation #cw lactation #cw pregnancy #cw spit #cw dacryphilia #cw daddy kink #spice #sub obey me #sorry if belphie is ooc </3

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dirtybg3confessions · 5 months

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Confession: I wanna drink breast milk from halsins massive badonker mommy tiddies, just lap that shit up like I haven’t drank or eaten in years

#baldur's gate #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dirty confessions #bg3 halsin #halsin #cw: lactation kink

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lilyrizzy · 10 months

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For the kink ask: milking (prostate or tits I will accept both gladly) 💜

cw: girl daniel & lactation kink because i am who i am lol

"Daniel," Max says, his voice half a whine already as he shoves open the door to his drivers room. "Daniel, what are you-"

The rest of his words die on his lips. Daniel already knows what he's looking at, and for once it's not how she's sat with both of her hands resting on her bump, the tight pull of one of Max's Red Bull t-shirts-the only thing that fit's these days- around it.

"Hi Maxy."

She can feel the smirk she can't quite hide spread across her face, watching his eyes move from meeting hers, down to the wet patch over her nipples and back again. "How was practice?"

Like she doesn't know, like she didn't watch him set the fastest time sat besides the mechanics, throbbing.

He ignores her words, taking two steps closer before pausing again, looking- Lost. By now, he's usually worming his hands into her jeans, dipping between her legs. Eager for a taste, with hands splayed possessively over her belly, like it's his reward. It makes her giddy, the way that even now when she feels uncomfortably huge, he can't get enough.

"You are leaking," is all he says, voice cracked with something wanting, "Daniel, you-"

He looks at her with raw desperation, and she spreads her legs. It's the only invitation he needs to bridge the gap, to kneel between them and start pawing at her shirt, shoving it upwards and out of the way.

"I know," she says, conversationally as though her head isn't already spinning. "It's a little earlier than with Mil's, but I guess this is the perk of triplets."

Max isn't listening she doesn't think, just whining when he finds that she's wearing a bra, another barrier between him and what he wants. His thumbs pause to trace over the soaked gold satin. An impractical choice for maternity underwear, but something she's wearing for Max, for luck.

He might win the championship tomorrow.

"Sh, baby, it's okay," she promises, reaching behind herself to unclasp it. Looser now, he can pull it away from her aching tits, and he groans. Daniel almost makes a noise too, taking in her dark nipples, budded up and shiny-wet.

There's no more hesistation. Cupping one in the palm of his hand, Max leans in and sucks the other nipple into his mouth, plush lips pursed around it. His eyes have slipped shut, and against her leg, Daniel can feel where he throbs in his pants in time to the first drink he takes from her.

"Thank you Maxy," she murmurs, and he whimpers around her, the vibration making her cunt clench. "You're always so good. Cleaning me up."

#*insert shrug emoji*#sorry everyone!!!#again 0 idea if this is hot so #fic #max/daniel #cw lactation kink #girl daniel

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royallibraryofdiavolo · 2 years

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To expand on Beel’s breeding kink: at first it comes from him being such a family man, and loving all his brothers. However once you start lactating? Mans got a whole ‘nother reason to keep you pregnant.

Maybe it’s because human milk just objectively tastes better, maybe it’s because you’re his precious s/o. He doesn’t know why it’s so good, or why it’s so addicting. What he does know is that he can’t stop after just one little taste.

#baby on one side and beel on the other #obey me #obey me smut #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #beelzebub #cw breeding #cw breeding kink #cw pregnancy #cw lactation

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toorusluvr · 2 years

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SNEAKY LINK PART 2 - MIYA ATSUMU X F!READER

characters: miya atsumu x f!reader

cw: accidental pregnancy trope + hate sex + pregnancy sex + unprotected sex + lactation kink + nipple play + mentions of giving birth + reader chose to keep the baby + hints of gaslighting in the arguments

word count: 5.3k

note from nis: hii. this is a continuation of sneaky link part 1. it’s been in my drafts for quite some time so enjoy reading the part 2 since some of the readers requested for a part 2! please proceed reading with caution. check the cw before reading since some people don’t like the accidental pregnancy trope :) thank you for reading! your reblogs, likes, and comments are very much appreciated!

[part 1][part 2]

Who would have guessed it’d rain heavily amid the heat of the summer? Your umbrella was left at home, and now your clothes are drenched. You rushed under the roof of a random shop, hoping the rain would stop anytime soon.

The wind was quite strong, and you ended up clinging to yourself because of the chilly weather. There weren’t any passers-by because of the pouring rain. You assumed you had to wait until the rain finally stopped before you could walk home.

You looked to your left and right, praying God would send you someone who could lend you their help. Your lips started to quiver in the chilly weather, the rain softly hitting your bodies and continued wetting your clothes. It’s not going to stop anytime soon, is it?

A red Mercedes parked in front of you. The windows are all tinted black – you could barely see who’s driving. The driver rolled down the window, and you didn’t expect to see who’s inside. Atsumu. The baby daddy. It’s been months, and how did he appear in front of you all of a sudden?

“Get in, loser. It’s raining,” you heard him shout over the curb. Atsumu saw you, and he did not have the nerve to leave you alone. It was raining. You were defenceless.

You shook your head, “Nice offer, but no, thank you.” As stubborn as you’d like to be, you decided to hide your pregnancy from him. His mean comments are the last thing you would have wanted during your pregnancy. Your parents did not even know about this. You were left alone on your own, struggling to make ends meet even with the help of your parents’ money.

Atsumu sighed. He knew that you would decline his offer. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he opened his door and jogged over you. His eyes fell on your wet white shirt, your skin peeking through the thin material. “Why are you so fucking stubborn? Just do what I said, will you? Now, get inside!” He pushed you into the passenger seat.

Your energy was sucked out of you the moment he showed up. There’s no use in fighting the devil. His leather seat is now pooling with water from your clothes, and you felt sorry for ruining his expensive car. “Why the hell are you helping me?” You jeered. “I guess I am sorry for spoiling your car,” you added.

“What would you do if you saw a dog or a cat stuck in the rain? Shivering in the cold?” Atsumu shifted his gear stick to Drive, slowly driving out of the city area. He spared a glance at you, waiting for your response. It’s either a genuine answer or another clap-back, he thought. You and your smart mouth.

“I’d rescue them, of course,” you nonchalantly replied to his stupid question.

Atsumu snickered. His tongue poking his inner cheek. “That’s what I’m doing. Saving an animal stranded in the rain. You.” He glanced to your side. You were already glaring at him.

“Oh. Shut up, will you? I didn’t ask to be rescued by you,” you crossed your arms angrily, eyes fixated on the road in front of you. The road that lies in front is not the route to your home. Maybe he wanted to drop you off in a secluded place and let you starve.

Petty attitude. The classic old you. “Be thankful, will you?” Atsumu replied. Instead of taking you to your home, he brought you to his. He’s currently living alone, but Osamu always visits him randomly. The door of the apartment was unlocked, revealing the insides of his house. “What are you waiting for? Come in.”

You hesitated to take another step. Atsumu rolled his eyes at you. “I am not selling your organs. Why the fuck are you so scared of me? I don’t bite unless you like, but whatever,” he cleared his throat after making a stupid joke at the wrong timing.

You sighed. Yes, you were thankful because Atsumu showed up on time. Being stranded in the rain while being pregnant is the last thing you want. Obliging his words, you stepped inside of his apartment. Right now, you just wanted to take a fresh shower and change into a new set of clothes.

His house is cosy. Everything is minimalist. You had imagined his home is filled with the piling dirty clothes all over his apartment, but it is surprisingly clean and neat. Everything is organised neatly, with no signs of junk foods or soda cans cluttering the floor. You did not realise when Atsumu was gone, and by the time he came back to the living room, he’s passing you the clean towel.

“I’ll look for clothes. Have a seat first,” he asked.

You took the towel in your hand, walking over to the couch. Atsumu’s eyes following your movements, eyeing you in the soaked white shirt that was exposing your skin. “Did you gain weight?” he blatantly asked. Yes, he was careless with his words and that offended you even more.

Both of you gave each other a judging look. “I’m gonna pretend I did not hear that,” you said while drying your hair.

“No, seriously. Why is your stomach bulging?” Atsumu cocked his eyebrows at you, pointing at the baby bump that he thought was gained weight. He was waiting for the perfect time to ask you because he was curious. It’s attracting his attention in an odd but good way.

Your eyes widened, shocked at his assumption. Hurriedly, you placed the towel to cover your baby bump. You forgot that the shirt stuck to your skin when it’s drenched. Atsumu lifted your chin with his finger, “What are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing. Lay your finger on me again, I’ll wreck your tiny fingers,” you gritted through your teeth, threatening him to not touch you mindlessly. You yanked his wrist away from your face and cleared your throat awkwardly.

Atsumu’s brain cells started connecting the dots together. “Take off your clothes now,” he commanded. How many months has it been since the party? He has lost track of time, but he suspected something. It couldn’t be, right?

He heard you snickered.

“Don’t ask me to do dumb things, idiot. I am not taking my clothes off in front of you even though this is your house,” you said, crossing your arms to your chest as Atsumu looked down at you. His tall figure looming over you, casting a shadow over you.

Atsumu bit his tongue. He rashly undid your buttons, and you tried to throw him off of you, but he gripped your hands above your head. “Try to stop me or I'll kiss you hard,” he threatened. Your shoulders slumped back, relaxing your tensed muscles. You saw he stopped in his tracks and the surprised look on his face was evident.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked. His eyes stared into yours, hoping for an honest answer instead of your sarcastic replies. “Don’t play around. I need an honest answer.”

You certainly never thought the day you have to explain your pregnancy to him would come this fast. A deep sigh escaped your mouth. “Yes.”

Atsumu sighed. “Whose is it?”

Is he dumb? He is sure it has something to do with him. He still remembered he asked you if you were on pills, and you said no, assuming it was a made-up lie to despise him. It couldn’t be true. Wait, he’s not ready to be a father or provide a home for you and the child. What’s he gonna do if it’s his?

Jerking your face away, you stood up to him. “Seriously? Is that dumb brain of yours unable to connect the dots at all? Count how many months has it been since the party, dumbass,” you used our index finger to poke his chest harshly.

“So, it was true you weren’t on pills that night? You weren’t lying in the car?” Atsumu asked. His breath became heavier as time passed by. He then gripped your shoulders, squeezing them tightly. “Tell me!”

You winced in pain when the strong pair of his hands hurting you. “Stop! You’re hurting me!” you wriggled your body so he would get his hands off of you. Atsumu freed you, taking a step back when he realised he was hurting you unintentionally.

“No! I was not lying that night. And, I didn’t intend on telling you either. Don’t tell me what to do because it’s my body and my choice. If you don’t want to do anything with this kid, then there’s nothing for you to worry about,” you finished off your sentences with a deep sigh. Your mind was spinning, barely feeling your legs on the ground anymore.

Atsumu stopped breathing for a while. “You should have told me you weren’t on pills before I even laid my hands on you! We are only 19! What am I supposed to do with my career and a kid? At this age?” Atsumu had a feeling that he might be gaslighting, yet he went on, being reckless with his words.

You looked straight at him with a sharp glare. “Don’t you fucking dare blame me. I said it’s fine if you don’t want anything to do with this child. It’s not your fucking problem, Miya. Move along with your life and pretend you didn’t knock someone’s daughter up. Live a happy life with your future partners!” You breathed heavily, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes.

The image of raising a baby all alone at the age of 19 scares you. Your parents expected only the best from you, yet you got pregnant in your young adult age. You’re supposed to have fun with your peers, but you are busy thinking of how to raise a goddamn child.

“But you ruined my life, Miya. You took my whole youth away when you knocked me up. But I never blamed you in your face because I fucking knew it’s a part of my fault too. Don’t you fucking dare point your finger at me again,” you lifted your index finger to his chest and pushed it away.

You hurriedly wiped the tears away while your hands buttoned your shirt back on. Atsumu was at a loss for words. He saw you rushing to the door, but he blocked you. “Where do you think you’re going? Sit. I was not done talking,” he raised his eyebrows at you. Atsumu then dragged you to his bedroom to look for clean clothes you can wear.

He sat you on his bed. His main purpose of coming back to his bedroom was long forgotten. Atsumu would be lying if he didn’t feel guilty at all. “I wasn’t blaming you! And, never will I ask you to harm the child or whatsoever. Please, just.. we need to sort this out. Did your parents know?”

You shook your head. “I’m living by myself right now and working too. Must be nice to be you. Look at your house, it’s spacious enough for you alone. And, good money rolling in too,” you said. Your heart was filled with anger and jealousy. He has everything in his life that you may never have. Ever.

Atsumu raised his eyebrows, head tilting to the side to swallow your thoughts. “What are you trying to say? You should be jealous. Wait, no. That does not sound right. Uh. Ugh, this is so hard!”

He tried to register what was happening and what he should do in this situation. But, it seems like Osamu will know how to handle this situation better. He’ll just give him a call later. He really needs his advice right now, and Osamu knows how to help him sort this out.

“Bitch. You really asked what I was trying to say? It’s so fucking easy for you to do anything you want because you are not freaking pregnant! And you have everything while I suffer!” You raised your voice, chest heaving up and down before feeling needles prickled in your throat. It hurt to the point you had to grab onto your shirt, hoping it’d go away in an instant.

Atsumu rolled his eyes. “God damn it. No one asks you to keep the child if it’s bothering you, woman!” He jeered. You’re just looking for ways to paint him as the bad guy here, blaming everything on him as if you aren’t capable of making decisions.

“You fucking gave me this child, Atsumu!” You yelled. Keeping the child is your choice but having the child in the first place was not your intention. You had to blame him other than blaming yourself. “God. This is fucking ridiculous! You can ignore this, Atsumu.”

“I’ll be solely responsible for my child. You.. just enjoy your life, I guess.” Getting up from the bed, you neared the bedroom door that led to the living room.

Atsumu pulled your hand until your body crashed into his. He had his arm wrapped around your waist and his palm on the baby bump. “We haven’t finished talking,” he murmured. “Why is it so hard for you to listen to me? The only time you ever stopped and listened was when my balls were deep inside you. Do I have to fuck you for you to listen to me? Hm?”

Your breath hitched. Atsumu laid you on his bed, crawling on top of you with his thighs resting on your sides. He unbuttoned your shirt again, revealing your sports bra and the noticeable baby bump. “This time you have to listen to me because it’s the only time you ever listen to me,” he said while his eyes locked with yours.

He felt you tried to get him off of your body, but he stopped. “Stop me, and you’ll see how you end up later,” he threatened. You gave in, feeling his lips on your lips, and he moved his head to the side, deepening the kiss. His mind started recalling the memories of that night your child was conceived. The way your lips felt on his. It was an indescribable feeling.

Life’s funny. There are consequences of having too much fun. What are the odds? Atsumu admits it’s his fault too but he isn’t ready. He figures that it must be harder for you.

Atsumu broke the kiss, eyes focused on the forming wet patch on your sports bra. “Are you lactating now?” He asked, genuinely wanting to know if it’s lactation.

“You know about pregnancy way too much for a dumbass,” you jeered. Atsumu scowled, “Do you really think I am an idiot? I am no idiot, baby.” He bit on your lower lip whilst having his fingers trying to take off your bra.

Feeling your soft flesh against his chest, he looked down and saw the white liquid coming from your nipples. “And it’s swollen too,” he smirked before going down and latched his lips on your swollen nipples. You hissed when he twirled his tongue on your extra sensitive nipples due to pregnancy.

“Mmph!” He shut your mouth with his lips. Atsumu’s hands were busy fondling and massaging your breasts gently. Soft moans elicited from your mouth soon after. Putting his tongue to better use, he licked your nipples and the spilled milk away. His tongue licked every drip of your breast milk. “You’ll be a good mother, hm?”

“Shut up!” You hissed. Before you could speak another word, Atsumu pulled down your pants. You yelped when he rashly removed them from your legs.

He eyed you in your underwear. “I’ll keep this as a memory of you,” he said while slowly taking off your underwear. Your face was flushed with embarrassment when your naked body was on display for him. “God,” you mumbled under your breath as he dipped the tip of his tongue on your drenched wet cunt.

The doctor had warned you about the hormones and the increased sex drive. Well, maybe that’s the reason why you found it so easy to succumb to this devil right here.

Atsumu lapped your juices, the tip of his tongue digging deeper on your cunt. Using his hands to spread your legs wider, he buried his face deeper on your womanhood. “You know I haven’t touched anyone after you since that day. Because your body was all I could think about every single day,” his voice rambled against your wet pussy. “And Goddamn it, never have I wanted to have your mouth wrapped around my cock so badly.”

You felt the tip of his tongue on your clit, and your back arched whilst pulling his hair. The back of your hand pressing his head deeper on your cunt. “Please, Atsumu,” you whined.

Atsumu tilted his jaw to the other side, hands tightly gripped on your thighs. Both of his hands held onto your soft flesh as he devoured your taste. You felt he dipped his tongue in deeper until it made tears roll down your cheeks. “God! Tsumu!” You moaned when he sucked on your clit. He wouldn’t stop. His mouth licking and sucking on your clit until you begged him to stop.

“Come when I told you so,” he gritted through his teeth. Atsumu dived back in your cunt, tongue brushing against your pussy before delving it in your pussy. A prolonged strike of his licks was enough to collect your juices clean. Again, he licked another long strike along your wet folds and stopped on your clit. You felt his breath fanned over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Before you could catch a break, his mouth started sucking on your clit— giving you the orgasm you desired.

His mouth won’t stop sucking until you pull his hair harder, begging him to give you more and more. “Come for me now,” he said. His tongue licking and circling on your clit, stimulating your orgasm to approach faster.

Your breath became heavier, your eyes shut closed, and your whole body was burning you alive. Your toes curled whilst bending your knees with Atsumu’s hand straining them from closing. “Fuck,” you let out a staggered moan the moment translucent liquid was released right into Atsumu’s mouth.

Atsumu crawled back on top of you, brushing the hair that fell on your face. “Are you gonna listen to me or do you want to have my cock buried deep inside you?” He nibbled on your neck, sucking and biting a purple mark on your skin. “Make up your mind, or else I’ll make a choice for you.”

He heard you went silent. “I guess it’s the latter then.”

Atsumu lifted the hem of his t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside on the ground of his bedroom. His hand grabbing your other breast, kneading it while keeping his mouth on your nipple. “Atsumu,” you grunted, biting on your lower lip to suppress the sinful whimpers. You then felt his lips trailing wet kisses over your lower body, kissing the baby bump before he went below.

“Sometimes, I wonder why you hate me so much. I’m about to get in your pants, and you even get my child. Do you still hate me despite all of that?” Atsumu asked. He eyed you from below, hands busy spreading your legs apart and kissed the inner of your thighs.

You let out a soft whimper when he had your skin in between his teeth, biting on your thin skin as if he was marking his territory. “What the hell are you talking about?” you half-yelled at him. Out of other times, he chose to ask you now? Oh, wait. That was the first reason why this happened again.

“Don’t play dumb with me, or else you won’t be able to walk after this. I won’t hesitate to do that,” Atsumu gripped the soft flesh of your inner thighs, making you yelp in pain as he squeezed them tighter. He needed answers from you, even if it means forcing them out of your mouth.

You sighed. “I hate you. So fucking much that nothing in this world can ever describe how much I want to see you crumble in front of me. I want the whole world to go against you, so you would beg and beg me for forgiveness,” you spat out. Your heartbeat gradually increasing that you could feel every nerve around your head pulsing hard. How badly you wanted to hit him and yell at him for ruining your life. What did you ever do to him that made him despise you so much?

Atsumu’s lips quivering, slightly taken aback when you screamed in agony. You were in misery, he could clearly tell. He was the reason behind your jealousy and resentment. “Say you hate me, even if your body tells me otherwise.”

With a sharp thrust, he slid his aching cock in your pussy. How much he missed the feeling when he was inside of you a few months ago. You gasped because of the sudden pressure, consciously digging your fingernails into his skin. Atsumu panted when your tight walls clamped around his cock, making it harder for him to rock his hips against yours.

He picked up his pace, slowly rocking his hips against yours. Atsumu felt your body moved along with his. His cock brushing against your g-spot with each thrust. “Say you hate me,” he hissed, panting as he said that in your face.

Atsumu crashed his lips with yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, and you gave in quickly with no time. He kissed you hard, swallowing your breath away. “Say it. I want you to say it now,” he forced.

You breathed out heavily, the coil building up in your stomach. “I hate you,” you lashed out your pent up frustration towards him. The anger you’ve been holding back ever since high school does not seem to subside when spitting it out in his face.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you,” you repeated it, over and over. A ward against what you really feel.

Atsumu kissed you even harder. “I hate you,” you murmured in between the kisses, another tear rolled down your cheeks. “I hate you so much that I can’t think of anything else,” you cried. Whether it’s the resentment or the bottled up anger, you weren’t sure what came out just now.

The kiss turned softer, gentler this time as he cupped your cheeks in both of his hands. Atsumu paused to take a good look at the face he missed ever since both of you left high school. The only time he got to talk to you was when he picked a fight with you. “I hate you too,” his voice hoarse.

Atsumu tipped back his head when he picked up his pace to fuck you harder. He grabbed the back of your thighs, feeling the still small baby bump of yours resting on his abs. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, letting out another moan.

You caught his lips with yours, savouring his sweet kisses. Atsumu slammed his hips again, his hands squeezing your ass, and you let out another small cry. You rolled your hips, trying to grind down on his cock. “Atsumu, shit. I’m ah- coming,” you sobbed, sniffling back the tears you had in your eyes . You threw one of your hands to your mouth, clamping it down so any noises wouldn’t leak.

Atsumu groaned, feeling the summer heat coming back on after the rain stopped. “Fuck. Come for me,” he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing on your puffy clit that made you raked your fingernails down his back. The scratch made him hissed in pain but still relentlessly fucking his cock into you. You could feel the veins alongside his cock, and it made you sob even harder because of how good you were creaming around his thick cock.

Your cries filled Atsumu’s ears, and it brought his attention to it. He used his fingers to wipe away your tears before releasing the final thrust and his cum inside you. “Oh- fuck,” his voice hoarse, groaning under his breath before he pulled out.

His cum leaked out of your pussy down to your thighs. Your head felt dizzy after you came down from your high. The drowsiness made you want to throw up. You hurriedly ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. Atsumu was shocked, so he immediately stood by your side and grabbed your hair for you.

He knew how painful pregnancy can be. His mom never fails to remind him to respect women and their struggles. Right now, he’s reminded of his mom and the disappointment plastered on her face if she found out her son is disrespecting a woman. He screwed up his life and yours, so he needed to fix it nonetheless.

“You good?” He asked, handing you the tissue for you to wipe your mouth. You nodded lazily, slowly getting up on your knees. Atsumu helped you to get up and led you to the bed again.

“Wait here. I’ll bring you a glass of water,” he said as he quickly put on his shorts before going out. Atsumu grabbed the glass and poured the water. You took the glass in your hand, downing the water in one gulp.

“Need any painkillers?” He asked again.

You shook your head. “Thanks,” you thanked him. By raising the glass, Atsumu knew you were thanking him for the glass of water. He just shrugged it off.

The closet door was opened, and he looked for any shirts that could fit you. He finally found a jersey from high school. “Wear this,” he said. You just nodded and put on the jersey.

“I- I’m sorry,” Atsumu started off his sentence. “If you really need my help, just let me know. I don’t care if we hate each other or want to kill each other. I just need you to be okay until everything’s settled. You should let me know about this earlier, so we could discuss it thoroughly.”

“There you go again, blaming me,” you rolled your eyes with annoyance.

“What? No! I wasn’t blaming you, idiot. Can we drop this off? This whole beef thing? Please? I am so fucking tired of holding a conversation that ends up with us grabbing each other’s throats,” he breathed out. He really needed to tell Osamu about today. Especially when he found himself surrendering so easily. That is not him. Miya Atsumu never surrenders to anyone. Ever.

Now he made you feel even worse. “Fine. We’ll talk. Talk as much as you want. What I want right now is…” you trailed off. You never wanted to have him in your life in the first place. But being a single teen mom is not easy either. You’re struggling with the right choices right now.

Atsumu raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to resume your words. “What is it? Don’t leave me hanging, woman,” he snarled. He was curious about what you wanted, and you trailed off!

“Why do you hate me so much?” You asked. Throughout high school, he made your life worse than it already is. You never knew what made Atsumu hate you so much. You hated him because he made you suffer without any solid reason. That is plain cruel.

Atsumu tried to recall the moments he started hating you. He was petty, now that he thinks of it. The words he was about to speak were stuck in his throat. His throat was burning. “Uh, I am not sure either,” his words trailed off.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean you’re not sure? You basically tortured me emotionally, Atsumu. Do you think that was funny?”

Atsumu sighed. “Yes, it was. Sorry. I wasn’t mature back then.” That was a horrible lie, he admits.

“This is not going to solve itself, Miya Atsumu. You have to tell me,” you forced him. You tried so hard to maintain your sanity. “Just spit it out.”

“How can I trust you?” Atsumu raised one of his eyebrows at you. He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms to his chest. Not that he doubts you, but he needs to make sure you know how to keep secrets. Mainly it’s something that he never tells a soul other than his twin, Osamu.

You let out another sigh. “I don’t have that many friends, you know. I am not going to sell your secrets to the press. You aren’t that important in my life anyway,” you slightly chuckled at the last sentence. You were joking and kinda felt guilty about it.

“Just… hear me out, okay. Don’t laugh!” Atsumu looked into your eyes. You stared into his dark brown eyes, slowly nodding to what he warned you about.

He breathed out. Atsumu started talking, and you listened attentively. It amazed you that both of you could sit close to each other and not throw hands. Atsumu reminded you about the guy you used to crush on during second grade in high school. It turned out that the guy was his ‘nemesis’ back in middle school. What he said next surprised you.

“What? You liked me?” you asked out loud. “So, you were jealous of him, that's why you bullied me? That’s that? That’s why you made me trip in front of him?”

Atsumu cleared his throat. “Yeah. That sounds believable coming from your mouth,” he snickered. He let out another deep sigh. “Sorry. He took what was mine, and yeah. I took it out on you instead. Because I knew you were weak, and he couldn’t do anything about it.”

“You know, I wish I could punch you in the face right now,” you gritted through your teeth. “But, we made a deal earlier, so I couldn’t,” you shrugged your shoulders. “Just why didn’t you tell me sooner? What made it so difficult for you to come clean?”

“Because I think I am unable to express my feelings, and people call me cocky bastard. So, I think that’s the reason why,” Atsumu said truthfully. He felt so naked right now, being so transparent with his emotions. “Sorry again about what happened in high school and at the party.”

You looked at the wall in front of you. “We can’t rewind time, can we? I’m already pregnant, and yeah, I guess I just have to make it until the end,” you said. What a liar. You are sure you are scared of giving birth. And, the expenses of raising a baby is not cheap either.

“Well. You’re welcome to stay here if you want. And, if you need money, I can always lend you some. Don’t worry about paying back. You can do that later,” Atsumu said calmly. “About your parents, well, let’s be honest after you give birth. I think there will be fewer consequences.”

You huff. “It is easier said than done, Miya. How am I supposed to avoid them these entire 9 months? They would freak out thinking I’d run away from Japan or something. Do you want to see missing person flyers around?”

Atsumu went silent. He didn’t think far ahead. His mouth reacts faster than his mind so point proven. “We’ll see how this goes. You don’t have to worry. I can help you from now on,” he assured. “For now, you just stay here until it stops raining. I’ll send you home later.”

Well, it’s time Miya Atsumu finally grows up and starts acting like a responsible adult. He knocked you up so he has to be responsible for it. Even though he has a lot of learning to do. And a lot of nagging from his mother and you too.

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The Lion & the Human

minors please do not interact!

top!amab reader x bottom!leona | ft. male lactation, degradation, breeding kink, mild pregnancy kink if you squint

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By now it was common knowledge at NRC that something can and will go wrong. Your boyfriend, Leona just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

You heard a brief story from Trey about how some noxious fume as a result of two poorly mixed chemicals had managed to attack not only the entirety of the science club, but your boyfriend as he passed the door. Some second year students made a huge mistake, now Leona had himself locked away in his room. This wasn't entirely unheard of, it was the lazy second born prince after all — but the strange urgent tone the third year spoke with, and that frown on his face left you worried for your lover.

Unfortunately you had a few things to do as the prefect, most of which practically being the dirty work for Crowley. With that completed, your eyes wandered to your phone to check the time. A few hours had passed since Trey sought you out, the only thing on your mind being the hope that Leona was alright.

Swiftly, you made your way to Savanaclaw, brushing past the countless students and finding yourself outside his dorm. Ruggie stood outside, his ears flicking, sheepishly he flashed you a grin and stepped aside without a single word. Sure, Leona was practically your bitch, but usually the hyena wanted a thing or two before he complied with your demands. This day was just far too strange as is so you moved on without giving it much thought.

As you entered the room, you closed the door behind you quickly — immediately you were met with the sight of your boyfriend. He sported a look of pure discomfort, his face twisted into a grimace as his ears and tail flicked around idly. Leona was positioned against the headboard, slightly curled in on himself as if he were in pain. Worry flooded through you, regardless you took it upon yourself to lock the door, certain he would hate to be displayed with such vulnerability to other eyes — especially that of the Savanaclaw dorm's members.

"Leona, baby?" You called out as you cautiously stepped forward, worried about just what the hell he was going through to cause him to look so miserable.

What made matters worse is he barely acknowledged anything, his eyes squeezed shut momentarily as he panted out softly, breath hitched as if he were straining himself. "Mmm.." Was Leona's only response as his eyes finally met your own. They looked at your with that same neediness you remember all too well from the countless times you've fucked him senseless. Your dick stirred in your pants at the thought but you assumed this was far too inappropriate for the moment.

You moved closer, taking note of the sweat that beaded down his forehead, making his face look as if it were glowing. Even when suffering he was painfully handsome. "What's wrong, kitty?" The words spoken like honey rolled off of your tongue with ease as your hand gently cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing against the flesh as you observed him with worry.

He mumbled something incoherently as his head leaned towards the warmth of your palm, his mouth slightly ajar as he panted softly, his fangs visible. Leona truly looked miserable, you felt terrible for him.

"Speak up, I can't hear you, Leona." Your tone was more firm, that seemed to snap some sense of awareness into the lion as his emerald eyes seemed to focus on you better.

"Damn herbivores with their potions..." His voice trailed as he shifted to sit up more, rather than silence a noise escaped him. "Nghh—" Fuck, that was hot. Your eyes widened slightly as you watched him moan right in front of you over seemingly nothing.

"Leona?" You could finally muster out as you prayed that the tent that began to form in your pants wasn't visible to his clouded mind.

"Shit — Prefect, just get outta here." The brunette grumbled as he didn't put much of an effort to get you out of his room.

"No way. What the hell is going on with you?" Your tone grew demanding again, Leona knew you would put up a fight, nor had he the right to be so cryptic with you. He quickly sighed as his tail curled inward and his ears flattened atop his head.

There was no point in beating around the bush. "That potion shit messed me up." Rather than verbally state just what was going on, he opted to show you. His gloved hands moved to his leather jacket, pulling it down and revealing a large issue. Or — issues for that matter.

You had to practically force your jaw to close as you had to bear witness to the wet spots that found themselves on either side of his shirt. Not to mention his chest seemed to strain further against the cloth than normal, his chest was larger and he was lactating. Only the Seven probably knew what the fuck those science club kids meant to do — but you knew for sure that all of the blood that rushed to your cock at the sight wouldn't go unnoticed much longer.

"Holy shit." Was all you could say as your hand trailed from his face to his chest. Was it kind to grope the sensitive and leaking, yet clothed chest of your boyfriend? No, but you did it anyway. As you squeezed one of his tits Leona couldn't help but moan out at the gesture. He really sounded like a bitch in heat. This didn't help anything at all.

"Fuck—" Your boyfriend cursed under his breath as his back arched slightly beneath your hand. Painfully sensitive. You couldn't hold back much longer.

"Leona, baby ..." Your voice lowered as your eyes wandered to his eyes from his chest. "Can I help you?"

"Ain't that why you're here? Hurry up." Leona whined at the end of his sentence.

You didn't need to be told twice for anything, your hands greedily took the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it up above his chest. In awe you soaked in the sight. His chest was swollen and puffy, his nipples far more shades darker than normal, beads of an off white liquid leaked from his chest like a faucet.

God.

There was no need to contain anything, your hands grasped his whore waist as you leaned your head to one of his neglected breasts, latching onto the teat like a newborn cub. The taste was sweet, better than anything — then again that could just be the lust clouding your mind.

He moaned beneath you as his hips jerked up, his own erect cock trapped beneath his jeans, rubbing against your form as you drank from him. Leona was quickly becoming undone, all because of his chest. What a slut. You'd practically pinned him to the headboard as you abused his tit with your mouth. His moans and cries laced heavily with whining, his head thrown back as he threatened to cum already — threatening to soil his jeans in his own fluids — all because you had him beneath you like some breeding bitch, drinking his milk.

With one done you shifted to the other, pulling his body closer to your own, rutting your clothed dick against his own, moaning on his chest. The vibrations only sent him closer to the edge, his hands moving up into your hair and gripping some of it in a fist as his cries of pleasure grew more broken.

It wasn't long before you grew impatient, pulling back to the dismay of Leona, him huffing as you fumbled to remove his clothes. Slipping the jeans down past his boxers, looking to the sizable wet spot that found itself at the top of the tent that formed. "What a slut." You remarked breathlessly, his cock twitching from your words alone.

"Shut the hell up and hurry — please." His plead came soft, you heard him, but weren't satisfied.

"What was that?" You questioned him, removing your own attire, letting your boxers fall to your ankles as you idly stroked your cock, groaning softly as a trail of precum dribbled out and down the shaft and hit your hand.

Leona was miserable already, and this didn't help. Not only had you opted to get him far more worked up than he wanted, but you immediately took to touching yourself in front of him — while he sat there neglected and needy. "Please." Your boyfriend replied, louder this time. "Please, please hurry up and fuck me."

With that you grinned, so easily had he begged. "You really are like a bitch in heat." Your hands moved from your dick to his boxers, pulling them down as his cock sprung out — a moan softly escaping his lips as the cooler air hit his greedy little dick. A hand moved to his tip, rubbing it as you pressed your thumb down over the hole. His breath hitched beneath you, his whines growing louder.

More often than not you would force him to grab the lube and lather your dick in it – but right now you chose at least some ounce of kindness, moving closer to his form as you reached over to his desk, grabbing a bottle of lube that was stashed behind his lamp. Beneath you he moaned, some part of your body brushed against his sensitive chest, you couldn't help but grin. With one hand you opened the lube, pouring a generous amount onto your cock and discarding the bottle to the side for the time being, spreading it all over as you lined yourself up with his hole.

"Such a fucking whore. I shouldn't be so kind to you. You should thank me for getting ready to fuck you full of cubs." You spoke in a low tone, your eyes preying upon his slutty form as if it were worth a million thaumarks. "Thank me, bitch."

Your demands were met with his dick twitching beneath your hand and a moan out of pure lust erupting from his throat. In true Leona fashion he panted beneath you. "Thank you. Thank you—" He groaned out, his body shuddering. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Prefect — please." His pleas are like a mantra.

Without hesitation you rammed your cock into his hole, removing your hand from his dick as you pounded into him ruthlessly. Rather than let the opportunity go to waste, both of your hands moved up to his sensitive nipples. You rolled them beneath your thumbs, treating the countless moans and breathless words that eacaped your boyfriend as you fucked him ruthlessly like they were nothing more than background noise.

Leona was already a mess, the milk that spilled from his chest trailing down his toned form. "Seven, Leona..." You remarked as you relished in the sight of his body. "You look so hot like this. All sensitive—" Your own voice was cut off by a groan that left your lips, you grew closer, forcing yourself to move quicker and more rough. "All swollen. Just imagine — You filled with my kids. I'd keep you on this dick til all you could say was my name." You growled down at him, for a human your instincts rivaled some beastmen.

Any amount of words that he may have tried to form were cut off by his mouth slightly ajar, drool pouring from the corners of his mouth as his moans were just about the only thing you could make out. You could tell by this alone he was dangerously close.

Your hands moved from his leaking tits to his sides as your nails dug in deep, bringing your head to the nape of his neck as you bit down like a wild animal. The only thing on your mind pressing yourself deeper, getting closer to his womb and cumming in him, filling him up with your seed and guaranteeing him pregnant. Of course this wasn't possible, yet — but your lust driven mind could care less. His tits were leaking milk after all. Leona was close to breeding bitch territory as is. Asking countless times in a month, at obscure times and even encouraging you to skip class, all to fuck him senseless.

Your movement was rough and erratic as you drew closer to the edge, eventually releasing what felt like a gallon of your hot seed into his hole. Leona came shortly after — crying out your name and spilling his cum over his and your torsos. He rocked out an orgasm against your dick, his knuckles pale as his hands gripped onto the blankets beneath him for dear life.

Eventually you had to pull off from him, the deep bite dug into his neck, the two of you panting out like dogs in the summer heat. Slowly you withdrew yourself from his ass, seed spilling from his abused hole. You laid beside him as you soaked in just what the two of you just did. It was abrupt and nothing more than a lust filled session. You could only hope he felt better, your eyes wandering to his face.

Leona seemed far less uncomfortable, his eyes half lidded as he finally looked like he would be able to sleep. You then eyes his chest, the swelling went down somewhat. They still seemed rather full, yet no milk seemed to escape them any longer.

Even in such a state you couldn't help but admire him, he was handsome, fucked senseless and was most definitely going to scold you for this entire ordeal. You knew deep down that not only he was grateful for you, but enjoyed this entire situation. He was such a needy lion after all.

As you opted to save the cleanup for a bit later, you wrapped an arm around your now sleeping boyfriend, pulling his form closer to you.

Despite how unfortunate the situation was to him and everyone else who may have been affected, you could only hope something like this would happen again. Maybe you could bribe the science club next time for something more.

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