cw // unrealistic(?) lactating, breastfeeding, perv sbn
omegaverse au where best friends ynbn agree to babysit taegyu’s baby while the couple takes a week long leave for their overlapping heat/rut.
at first, ynbn have no problems, taking turns watching the baby, feeding and changing them.
but then one day, the baby starts crying and they don’t stop no matter what ynbn do. they find a couple of taegyu’s unwashed clothes and give it to the baby, figuring they’re missing the scent of their parents, but it just makes them cry even harder.
after hours of nonstop crying, ynbn are at the end of their rope. they’ve tried everything, but nothing seems to work. they assume the baby is cranky because they’re hungry, but they won’t take the bottle anymore.
in a bout of frustration, sbn blurts out, “just—just give them your tit.”
yjn nearly drops the baby in his arms. “/excuse me/?”
“give them your tit,” sbn repeats, slightly muffled from where he’s hunched over the kitchen counter covering his face in despair. “let them feed from you.”
“I—” the absurdity of sbn’s words leaves yjn speechless. he puts the baby over his shoulder and pats their back, though it does nothing to stop their wailing. “you do know that I literally /can’t/, right? I’m not pregnant.”
“just try it, okay?” the desperation in sbn’s voice catches yjn off guard. he lifts his head up and meets yjn’s eyes. “please, hyung.”
skeptical, yjn licks his lips. “gyu said their baby doesn’t have any problem drinking from the bottle.”
“yeah and they haven’t eaten in hours!” sbn retorts, throwing a hand up. “clearly, they’re hungry, but the bottle isn’t working. we have to do something different.”
yjn stares down at the whining baby in his hold, gnawing on his bottom lip. “but I… I can’t produce any milk right now.”
“maybe you don’t need to,” sbn tells him, suddenly standing so close to him. he looks just as nervous as yjn feels. “maybe just… just tasting yo-your nipple will give them some sense of familiarity.”
somehow, sbn’s stuttering puts yjn at ease, knowing sbn is equally anxious about this whole situation, despite suggesting it.
“alright, just—” heat rises to yjn’s face as he carries the baby over to the tiny table by the corner. “just t-turn a-around.” his hand shakes when he pulls a chair out and sits down. “don’t watch me—this. don’t watch this.”
he can’t confirm whether or not sbn complies, but he’s too embarrassed to verify.
carefully, he shifts the baby around to cradle them against his chest. “jesus christ,” he swears under his breath, tugging his collar down to expose his barely protruding breast. “I must be losing my mind…” with a deep sigh, he brings the baby closer, watching in morbid fascination while the baby struggles to latch onto his tit. “c’mon,” he whispers, cupping the back of the baby’s head to keep it from squirming away. “c’mon, c’mon.”
he holds his breath as the baby’s mouth finally catches at his nipple—only to gasp the second they start /sucking/.
“shit,” he hisses, gritting his teeth as the baby tries to coax a drop of milk out of him.
no wonder gyu switched to the bottle recently, breastfeeding is torturous, fuck. well, at least the baby isn’t crying anymore. small blessings.
“calm down,” yjn murmurs, gently running a hand through the baby’s thin hair. “sorry, I’m not your papa. I don’t have—”
the words catch in his throat as he feels something leak out of him. out of his nipple.
sbn is by his side in an instant. “what, what? what happened?”
too horrified to say anything, yjn watches aghast as the baby closes their eyes and suckles peacefully. “I… it’s… I…” there’s no need to explain, because a tiny trickle of milk dribbles down the baby’s chin.
wide-eyed and helpless, yjn glances up at his friend—only to find sbn looking down at the scene with hooded eyes and parted lips.
heart in his throat, yjn takes a peek at sbn’s crotch, but there’s no need.
the scent of the alpha’s arousal has already thickened the air.
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blame this video for the brainrot. goodnight ✌️
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at first, yjn is too stunned to speak.
too stunned by (1) the fact that he somehow managed to produce milk for a child he didn’t birth and (2) the discovery of his best friend getting turning on from seeing this unexpected development.
he can only bow his head and focus on feeding the baby, face burning from the weight of sbn’s heated stare. thankfully, once the milk starts seeping out, the baby gobbles it up quickly. after a few, tense minutes, they finally finish, freeing yjn from this bizarre and slightly invasive situation. a stream of milk drips down his chest and into his shirt when he pulls his breast away from the baby’s slack mouth.
“here.” instantly, a cloth is shoved in his face, momentarily startling him.
“thanks,” he mumbles, avoiding sbn’s gaze as he grabs the washrag. he attempts to wipe himself down, but quickly realizes how difficult it is with his arms full.
“let me,” sbn offers, reaching to take the baby from yjn’s hold after watching him struggle. “I’ll put them down and keep an eye on them for an hour or two. why don’t you try to take a nap in the meantime?”
to an outsider, it might seem like sbn is just being a good, helpful friend, but yjn has known him long enough to tell that sbn is simply coming up with an excuse to avoid him.
before he can call him out on it, sbn flees toward the bedroom.
yjn follows his retreating figure with a dejected sigh. “dickhead,” he breathes, shaking his head at sbn’s evading behavior.
fine, if he doesn’t want to talk about it, then yjn can pretend it didn’t happen—though it’s impossible to ignore how the alpha’s heady scent still clings to everything in the room.
once alone, yjn rucks his shirt up and cleans off the excess milk, gingerly circling his swollen tit. the longer he ponders about the strange phenomenon that just occurred, the less it makes sense, so he pushes it to the back of his mind, deciding to sleep on it like sbn suggested.
as he tugs his shirt back down over his body, he notices his stretched collar and makes a mental note to lift his shirt up if he breastfeeds again—not that he’s thinking about a next time, obviously, because this was clearly an anomaly that won’t ever happen again. yeah.
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later, yjn wakes up to the sound of sbn repeatedly whispering his name and an incessant hand shoving at his shoulder.
“w…what?” he squints up at sbn from where he fell asleep on the couch, eyes zeroing in on the baby in sbn’s arms.
“they woke up,” sbn says, smoothing a hand down the baby’s wrinkled onesie. “I think they’re hungry again.”
propping himself up on an elbow, yjn blinks a couple of times, resisting the urge to lie back down. “did you try the bottle?”
sbn shakes his head, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “they refused it.”
yjn raised an eyebrow at him, not buying the bullshit, but sbn’s poker face doesn’t crack.
he has a strong suspicion sbn’s lying, but he can’t exactly prove sbn has ulterior motives (yet), so he accepts the baby instead, laying them down beside him.
part of him wants to order sbn not to watch what’s about to occur, but he has an inkling sbn will find a way to catch a glimpse regardless. so he tunes him out, rolling his shirt up to his armpits and exposing his chest. it barely takes the baby any prompting this time, latching onto yjn’s poised tit straight away, suckling happily.
the sight puts a smile on his face, spreading warmth throughout his chest. tenderly, he brushes away a bead of milk on their chin that slipped out due to their eager feeding.
unsurprisingly, the gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by sbn. “what does… what does it taste like?
yjn’s breath hitches, but he makes an attempt to appear unfazed. “how should I know? I haven’t tried it.”
across from him, sbn shuffles in his stance. “you’re not curious?”
… what?
yjn’s eyes snap up to him, narrowing. “why would I be?”
this time it’s sbn who tries to look nonchalant, shrugging, but yjn sees right through him.
“don’t tell me you wanna taste it?”
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too stunned by (1) the fact that he somehow managed to produce milk for a child he didn’t birth and (2) the discovery of his best friend getting turning on from seeing this unexpected development.
he can only bow his head and focus on feeding the baby, face burning from the weight of sbn’s heated stare. thankfully, once the milk starts seeping out, the baby gobbles it up quickly. after a few, tense minutes, they finally finish, freeing yjn from this bizarre and slightly invasive situation. a stream of milk drips down his chest and into his shirt when he pulls his breast away from the baby’s slack mouth.
“here.” instantly, a cloth is shoved in his face, momentarily startling him.
“thanks,” he mumbles, avoiding sbn’s gaze as he grabs the washrag. he attempts to wipe himself down, but quickly realizes how difficult it is with his arms full.
“let me,” sbn offers, reaching to take the baby from yjn’s hold after watching him struggle. “I’ll put them down and keep an eye on them for an hour or two. why don’t you try to take a nap in the meantime?”
to an outsider, it might seem like sbn is just being a good, helpful friend, but yjn has known him long enough to tell that sbn is simply coming up with an excuse to avoid him.
before he can call him out on it, sbn flees toward the bedroom.
yjn follows his retreating figure with a dejected sigh. “dickhead,” he breathes, shaking his head at sbn’s evading behavior.
fine, if he doesn’t want to talk about it, then yjn can pretend it didn’t happen—though it’s impossible to ignore how the alpha’s heady scent still clings to everything in the room.
once alone, yjn rucks his shirt up and cleans off the excess milk, gingerly circling his swollen tit. the longer he ponders about the strange phenomenon that just occurred, the less it makes sense, so he pushes it to the back of his mind, deciding to sleep on it like sbn suggested.
as he tugs his shirt back down over his body, he notices his stretched collar and makes a mental note to lift his shirt up if he breastfeeds again—not that he’s thinking about a next time, obviously, because this was clearly an anomaly that won’t ever happen again. yeah.
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later, yjn wakes up to the sound of sbn repeatedly whispering his name and an incessant hand shoving at his shoulder.
“w…what?” he squints up at sbn from where he fell asleep on the couch, eyes zeroing in on the baby in sbn’s arms.
“they woke up,” sbn says, smoothing a hand down the baby’s wrinkled onesie. “I think they’re hungry again.”
propping himself up on an elbow, yjn blinks a couple of times, resisting the urge to lie back down. “did you try the bottle?”
sbn shakes his head, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “they refused it.”
yjn raised an eyebrow at him, not buying the bullshit, but sbn’s poker face doesn’t crack.
he has a strong suspicion sbn’s lying, but he can’t exactly prove sbn has ulterior motives (yet), so he accepts the baby instead, laying them down beside him.
part of him wants to order sbn not to watch what’s about to occur, but he has an inkling sbn will find a way to catch a glimpse regardless. so he tunes him out, rolling his shirt up to his armpits and exposing his chest. it barely takes the baby any prompting this time, latching onto yjn’s poised tit straight away, suckling happily.
the sight puts a smile on his face, spreading warmth throughout his chest. tenderly, he brushes away a bead of milk on their chin that slipped out due to their eager feeding.
unsurprisingly, the gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by sbn. “what does… what does it taste like?
yjn’s breath hitches, but he makes an attempt to appear unfazed. “how should I know? I haven’t tried it.”
across from him, sbn shuffles in his stance. “you’re not curious?”
… what?
yjn’s eyes snap up to him, narrowing. “why would I be?”
this time it’s sbn who tries to look nonchalant, shrugging, but yjn sees right through him.
“don’t tell me you wanna taste it?”
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it’s almost comedic how sbn overreacts.
“w-who—me?!” yjn doesn’t remember the last time sbn’s voice was so shrilly. “no! what?! no, why… why would I want to—to do that.” the dry laugh he adds only solidifies his attempt to mask his perversion. “I was just…” yjn watches him swallow loudly, raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck. “I was just curious, that’s all.”
… right. just curious. he doesn’t have any hidden desire to participate whatsoever. right.
yjn arches an eyebrow, but sbn doesn’t rise to the bait.
well, two can play this game.
recentering his attention on the baby, yjn cups the tit they’re sucking on and purposefully squeezes it, just enough for a few driblets of milk to overflow and run down the baby’s jaw.
“oh, you poor thing,” he coos, brushing away the excess with his thumb. “you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? got a little greedy and took more than you could handle, huh?” the baby gurgles contently, clumsily reaching up to grab yjn’s chest. yjn guides their tiny fist against his breast with a pleased smile. “there you go, honey. take what you need.”
across the room, sbn clears his throat deliberately. “um…”
yjn barely suppresses a scoff.
god, alphas are way too easy to manipulate. always thinking with their stupid knots.
“I’m just gonna… gonna…” stammering over a little spilled milk? yjn will make him cave in no time. “looks like you’ve got ‘em.” he gives a small hum of agreement, grabbing the hem of his shirt when it starts to drape over the baby’s face, not wanting sbn to miss a second of this. “so I’ll just…” he doesn’t even bother look at him, trying to save sbn from further embarrassment. “just… try to get some sleep.”
“sweet dreams,” yjn says dryly, not taking his eyes off the baby. “I’ll change them when it’s time.”
sbn storms out of the living room without another word. his traitorous, potent scent trails after him.
seconds later, a door slams somewhere in the house.
yjn chuckles softly, bopping the baby’s glistening nose. “so pathetic, isn’t he?”
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after that, it becomes A Thing.
they no longer waste their time preparing a bottle whenever the baby’s hungry. yjn just tucks his shirt up and let’s them go to town.
it surprises him how quickly he gets accustomed to it. by the end of the short week, breastfeeding comes as naturally to him as walking does. in the beginning, he had been overly cautious, making sure to keep his eyes trained on the baby at all times, adjusting himself if it seemed like they were uncomfortable with the position he chose. now, he isn’t afraid to multi-task while feeding them, doom-scrolling on his phone or snacking on something salty.
sbn is, of course, always conveniently nearby to witness each feeding. always stinking up the air with his aroused scent.
there’s no way he /doesn’t/ know that /yjn/ knows, but he never acknowledges it, so yjn prepends he’s none the wiser.
that changes, however, during their last night babysitting.
yjn falls asleep while breastfeeding on his back in the guest bedroom. when he comes to, the afternoon light is peeking through the blinds and the baby is resting on his bare chest, lips loosely closed around his nipple.
the sight is enough to make his chest tighten.
unfortunately, he doesn’t get to bask in the feeling for too long, because he notices sbn lying beside them, studying them with an anxious, imploring gaze.
he looks so pitiful, yjn doesn’t have the heart to tease or scold him anymore. as important as it is for them to talk about it, maybe yjn just needs to be the hyung and take matters into his own hands. maybe sbn doesn’t fully realize what he’s feeling or why. perhaps a hands-on approach would work best as a conversation starter.
softly, yjn slides the baby off his chest and puts them down next to him, on the opposite side of where sbn lies.
then, facing the alpha, he offers what he hopes is a kind smile. “come ‘ere,” he beckons, cupping his full breast. “come drink from me, pup.”
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“w-who—me?!” yjn doesn’t remember the last time sbn’s voice was so shrilly. “no! what?! no, why… why would I want to—to do that.” the dry laugh he adds only solidifies his attempt to mask his perversion. “I was just…” yjn watches him swallow loudly, raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck. “I was just curious, that’s all.”
… right. just curious. he doesn’t have any hidden desire to participate whatsoever. right.
yjn arches an eyebrow, but sbn doesn’t rise to the bait.
well, two can play this game.
recentering his attention on the baby, yjn cups the tit they’re sucking on and purposefully squeezes it, just enough for a few driblets of milk to overflow and run down the baby’s jaw.
“oh, you poor thing,” he coos, brushing away the excess with his thumb. “you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? got a little greedy and took more than you could handle, huh?” the baby gurgles contently, clumsily reaching up to grab yjn’s chest. yjn guides their tiny fist against his breast with a pleased smile. “there you go, honey. take what you need.”
across the room, sbn clears his throat deliberately. “um…”
yjn barely suppresses a scoff.
god, alphas are way too easy to manipulate. always thinking with their stupid knots.
“I’m just gonna… gonna…” stammering over a little spilled milk? yjn will make him cave in no time. “looks like you’ve got ‘em.” he gives a small hum of agreement, grabbing the hem of his shirt when it starts to drape over the baby’s face, not wanting sbn to miss a second of this. “so I’ll just…” he doesn’t even bother look at him, trying to save sbn from further embarrassment. “just… try to get some sleep.”
“sweet dreams,” yjn says dryly, not taking his eyes off the baby. “I’ll change them when it’s time.”
sbn storms out of the living room without another word. his traitorous, potent scent trails after him.
seconds later, a door slams somewhere in the house.
yjn chuckles softly, bopping the baby’s glistening nose. “so pathetic, isn’t he?”
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after that, it becomes A Thing.
they no longer waste their time preparing a bottle whenever the baby’s hungry. yjn just tucks his shirt up and let’s them go to town.
it surprises him how quickly he gets accustomed to it. by the end of the short week, breastfeeding comes as naturally to him as walking does. in the beginning, he had been overly cautious, making sure to keep his eyes trained on the baby at all times, adjusting himself if it seemed like they were uncomfortable with the position he chose. now, he isn’t afraid to multi-task while feeding them, doom-scrolling on his phone or snacking on something salty.
sbn is, of course, always conveniently nearby to witness each feeding. always stinking up the air with his aroused scent.
there’s no way he /doesn’t/ know that /yjn/ knows, but he never acknowledges it, so yjn prepends he’s none the wiser.
that changes, however, during their last night babysitting.
yjn falls asleep while breastfeeding on his back in the guest bedroom. when he comes to, the afternoon light is peeking through the blinds and the baby is resting on his bare chest, lips loosely closed around his nipple.
the sight is enough to make his chest tighten.
unfortunately, he doesn’t get to bask in the feeling for too long, because he notices sbn lying beside them, studying them with an anxious, imploring gaze.
he looks so pitiful, yjn doesn’t have the heart to tease or scold him anymore. as important as it is for them to talk about it, maybe yjn just needs to be the hyung and take matters into his own hands. maybe sbn doesn’t fully realize what he’s feeling or why. perhaps a hands-on approach would work best as a conversation starter.
softly, yjn slides the baby off his chest and puts them down next to him, on the opposite side of where sbn lies.
then, facing the alpha, he offers what he hopes is a kind smile. “come ‘ere,” he beckons, cupping his full breast. “come drink from me, pup.”
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cw // mommy kink (not previously discussed between them), soft dom yjn, brief subspace
sbn’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t move. “h-hyung…” poor thing looks like he’ll cry any second. “I…”
yjn rolls over onto his side to face him properly. the action squishes his tit against his arm, making it look plumper, and sbn’s desperate eyes track the movement with bated breath, tongue sweeping out to wet his lips.
“c’mon,” yjn tells him softly, holding his leaking breast. “have a taste.”
despite his invitation, sbn stays rooted in place, but his scent betrays him, spreading throughout the room immediately and confirming his underlying desire.
noticing the alpha’s hesitation, yjn decides to take matters into his hands. literally.
not breaking eye contact, he slowly circles his thumb over his swollen nipple, collecting a bead of milk that was left behind.
immediately, sbn’s nostrils flare at the sight and his scent unfurls from his frozen body.
yjn’s omega can’t help but preen at the positive reaction. “here,” he says quietly, extending his arm towards sbn. “try it.”
“hyung.” sbn’s voice cracks and his hand shakes when he reaches for yjn’s wrist, bringing yjn’s finger up to his face with a kind of reverence that makes yjn suppress a shiver and clench his thighs together.
“go on,” yjn encourages him, smiling, yet sbn still holds himself back.
fuck, this is why they should’ve talked everything though. yjn is worried about crossing the line, but sbn looks so small and fragile right now, he decides to take the risk.
“c’mon, baby,” he says, voice dropping an octave. “taste mommy’s milk.”
the effect of his words is almost instant: sbn’s eyes widen and then gloss over, lips parting gracefully just before he slides yjn’s thumb into his mouth.
yjn breathes out a sigh of relief. “yeah… that’s it, pup.” sbn sucks on his finger more than necessary, whimpering around it as the tension finally leaves his body. “good, isn’t it?”
with an innocence unbefitting an alpha nearly twice yjn’s size, sbn nods.
it gives yjn an abundance of ease. “d’you want some more?”
wordlessly, sbn gives another shake of his head and takes yjn’s thumb out of mouth.
“come ‘ere then, sweetie,” yjn murmurs, gently tugging his hand out of sbn’s grip to cup his tit instead. “come drink from mommy.”
sbn scoots over without any more prompting, tucking himself against yjn’s side, mouth eye-level with yjn’s modest breasts. he looks up at yjn with these trembling, awestruck eyes like he can’t quite believe this is real, like part of him expects yjn will pull the plug at any moment.
his vulnerability stirs something inside of yjn he didn’t have before toward his friend.
“good boy.” seeing sbn’s eyes light up from the praise fills yjn with more than just pride. “open up for me.”
sbn fulfills the command so beautiful, tipping his head back and letting his jaw go slack, allowing yjn to lean forward and hover over his awaiting mouth. carefully, yjn squeezes his tit, causing a spurt of milk to dribble onto sbn’s tongue. and then another. and another. sbn swallows it all diligently, never even closing his mouth.
yjn can admit it’s hotter than he expects.
“more?” the question is useless, given sbn’s expecting posture, but it helps set off something inside of him. he springs into action, grasping yjn’s breast with his hand and latching onto yjn’s nipple completely. “shit,” yjn gasps, surprised by sbn’s roughness. “not so—not so fast,” he scolds lightly, carding his fingers through sbn’s hair and grabbing a fistful when sbn sucks too harshly. “don’t worry, baby. mommy has plenty of milk to spare.”
reassured by the comment, sbn softens his suckling and melts against yjn’s side.
“there you go, pup.” fondness bleeds into yjn’s voice. “drink up.”
sbn doesn’t need to be told twice, shutting his eyes in bliss and sucking to his heart’s content.
yjn finds the whole thing adorable.
— until sbn starts rocking against his leg and he notices that sbn is very much hard.
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sbn’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t move. “h-hyung…” poor thing looks like he’ll cry any second. “I…”
yjn rolls over onto his side to face him properly. the action squishes his tit against his arm, making it look plumper, and sbn’s desperate eyes track the movement with bated breath, tongue sweeping out to wet his lips.
“c’mon,” yjn tells him softly, holding his leaking breast. “have a taste.”
despite his invitation, sbn stays rooted in place, but his scent betrays him, spreading throughout the room immediately and confirming his underlying desire.
noticing the alpha’s hesitation, yjn decides to take matters into his hands. literally.
not breaking eye contact, he slowly circles his thumb over his swollen nipple, collecting a bead of milk that was left behind.
immediately, sbn’s nostrils flare at the sight and his scent unfurls from his frozen body.
yjn’s omega can’t help but preen at the positive reaction. “here,” he says quietly, extending his arm towards sbn. “try it.”
“hyung.” sbn’s voice cracks and his hand shakes when he reaches for yjn’s wrist, bringing yjn’s finger up to his face with a kind of reverence that makes yjn suppress a shiver and clench his thighs together.
“go on,” yjn encourages him, smiling, yet sbn still holds himself back.
fuck, this is why they should’ve talked everything though. yjn is worried about crossing the line, but sbn looks so small and fragile right now, he decides to take the risk.
“c’mon, baby,” he says, voice dropping an octave. “taste mommy’s milk.”
the effect of his words is almost instant: sbn’s eyes widen and then gloss over, lips parting gracefully just before he slides yjn’s thumb into his mouth.
yjn breathes out a sigh of relief. “yeah… that’s it, pup.” sbn sucks on his finger more than necessary, whimpering around it as the tension finally leaves his body. “good, isn’t it?”
with an innocence unbefitting an alpha nearly twice yjn’s size, sbn nods.
it gives yjn an abundance of ease. “d’you want some more?”
wordlessly, sbn gives another shake of his head and takes yjn’s thumb out of mouth.
“come ‘ere then, sweetie,” yjn murmurs, gently tugging his hand out of sbn’s grip to cup his tit instead. “come drink from mommy.”
sbn scoots over without any more prompting, tucking himself against yjn’s side, mouth eye-level with yjn’s modest breasts. he looks up at yjn with these trembling, awestruck eyes like he can’t quite believe this is real, like part of him expects yjn will pull the plug at any moment.
his vulnerability stirs something inside of yjn he didn’t have before toward his friend.
“good boy.” seeing sbn’s eyes light up from the praise fills yjn with more than just pride. “open up for me.”
sbn fulfills the command so beautiful, tipping his head back and letting his jaw go slack, allowing yjn to lean forward and hover over his awaiting mouth. carefully, yjn squeezes his tit, causing a spurt of milk to dribble onto sbn’s tongue. and then another. and another. sbn swallows it all diligently, never even closing his mouth.
yjn can admit it’s hotter than he expects.
“more?” the question is useless, given sbn’s expecting posture, but it helps set off something inside of him. he springs into action, grasping yjn’s breast with his hand and latching onto yjn’s nipple completely. “shit,” yjn gasps, surprised by sbn’s roughness. “not so—not so fast,” he scolds lightly, carding his fingers through sbn’s hair and grabbing a fistful when sbn sucks too harshly. “don’t worry, baby. mommy has plenty of milk to spare.”
reassured by the comment, sbn softens his suckling and melts against yjn’s side.
“there you go, pup.” fondness bleeds into yjn’s voice. “drink up.”
sbn doesn’t need to be told twice, shutting his eyes in bliss and sucking to his heart’s content.
yjn finds the whole thing adorable.
— until sbn starts rocking against his leg and he notices that sbn is very much hard.
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cw // thigh humping, dirty talk, overuse of the word pup
it doesn’t come as a surprise to him.
sbn’s scent had spiked every time yjn breastfeed so he knew this had to be some kind of kink or fetish for the alpha.
what does catch him off guard is the way sbn moves against him. almost… almost subconsciously. like he doesn’t quite recognize what he’s doing. like it’s second nature to him. blindly thrusting against yjn’s upper leg while he drinks from him.
it’s equally endearing as it is hot.
smiling, yjn caresses sbn’s hair, watching sbn’s jaw muscles work as he sucks thoroughly. “that’s a good boy,” yjn tells him, unable to keep the fondness from seeping into his voice. “that’s a good pup.”
sbn jolts a little from the praise, driving his cock into yjn’s thigh crease and momentarily squeezing yjn’s breast harsher than necessary—/fuck/—but otherwise he says silent, eyes closed contently and mouth sucking greedily.
“hmm…” gently, yjn drags the back of his hand down sbn’s peaceful face, skimming his knuckles against sbn’s plump cheek softly. “mommy’s milk tastes so nice, doesn’t it, baby? makes you feel all warm inside, right?”
he doesn’t expect a response (sbn has clearly gone nonverbal), but saying the words aloud somehow helps ground him. maybe he needs the verbal part of this as much as sbn needs the physical part of it.
“you just couldn’t wait to have your fill, could you, pup? been waiting for mommy to feed you for so long, huh?” sbn twitches against him sharply, whimpering around yjn’s nipple like a wounded puppy. “oh you poor pup,” yjn coos, petting sbn fondly, “just can’t help yourself, can you? been craving mommy’s milk, but didn’t know how to ask for it, hm?”
sbn gurgles softly, eyes fluttering open as his grip on yjn’s empty tit loosens. “m…” he stares up at yjn with the most pitiful, pleading gaze yjn has ever seen on someone. “m-mommy?”
“my sweet boy…” slowly, yjn strokes sbn’s swollen lips, brushing away a drop of spilled milk. “you drank so much but you still want more, don’t you, pup? just can’t get enough now that you’ve had a taste, huh?”
the pout on sbn’s face sets deeper. it’d be cute if his dick wasn’t poking yjn’s hip at the same time.
“don’t fret, baby.” carefully, yjn pivots toward sbn, almost rolling on top of him in order for his other breast to reach sbn’s face. the stretch kills his back and he can already tell his arm is going to be numb within minutes from the added pressure on his propped elbow, but the way sbn’s hopeful eyes track how yjn cups his tit makes it all so worth it. “mommy has some more remember?”
“m… more?” the innocent look on sbn’s face shouldn’t affect him, yet yjn still finds himself clenching his thighs together.
“of course, honey,” he says, praying sbn doesn’t notice the quiver in his voice or smell of the slick from where it’s starting to pool in his pants. “mommy wouldn’t let her pup go hungry.”
gaping with a slack jaw, sbn can’t seem to believe his luck. part of yjn wishes he could tell sbn how proud he is of him for having the courage to be open about his—albeit unorthodox—desires.
instead, he bends his leg a bit and presses it against sbn’s unmistakable hard-on, giving him more friction to work with and watching how it causes him to gasp, shivering from pleasure.
“come on, baby,” he whispers, sounding breathless even to his own ears as he brings his untouched tit to sbn’s awaiting mouth. “let’s finish what you started.”
sbn doesn’t need any more persuading after that, eyes shutting the moment his lips wrap around yjn’s nipple.
the first suckle startles yjn for a second, but he relaxes once the milk starts flowing smoothly, putting more of his weight atop of sbn. he’s practically suffocating sbn’s face with his chest, but sbn looks perfectly content, humping yjn’s leg with every swallow.
“that’s it, pup,” he encourages, gritting his teeth against the urge to grind down on sbn’s cock and get off too. this is about sbn, not him. “suck mommy dry.”
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it doesn’t come as a surprise to him.
sbn’s scent had spiked every time yjn breastfeed so he knew this had to be some kind of kink or fetish for the alpha.
what does catch him off guard is the way sbn moves against him. almost… almost subconsciously. like he doesn’t quite recognize what he’s doing. like it’s second nature to him. blindly thrusting against yjn’s upper leg while he drinks from him.
it’s equally endearing as it is hot.
smiling, yjn caresses sbn’s hair, watching sbn’s jaw muscles work as he sucks thoroughly. “that’s a good boy,” yjn tells him, unable to keep the fondness from seeping into his voice. “that’s a good pup.”
sbn jolts a little from the praise, driving his cock into yjn’s thigh crease and momentarily squeezing yjn’s breast harsher than necessary—/fuck/—but otherwise he says silent, eyes closed contently and mouth sucking greedily.
“hmm…” gently, yjn drags the back of his hand down sbn’s peaceful face, skimming his knuckles against sbn’s plump cheek softly. “mommy’s milk tastes so nice, doesn’t it, baby? makes you feel all warm inside, right?”
he doesn’t expect a response (sbn has clearly gone nonverbal), but saying the words aloud somehow helps ground him. maybe he needs the verbal part of this as much as sbn needs the physical part of it.
“you just couldn’t wait to have your fill, could you, pup? been waiting for mommy to feed you for so long, huh?” sbn twitches against him sharply, whimpering around yjn’s nipple like a wounded puppy. “oh you poor pup,” yjn coos, petting sbn fondly, “just can’t help yourself, can you? been craving mommy’s milk, but didn’t know how to ask for it, hm?”
sbn gurgles softly, eyes fluttering open as his grip on yjn’s empty tit loosens. “m…” he stares up at yjn with the most pitiful, pleading gaze yjn has ever seen on someone. “m-mommy?”
“my sweet boy…” slowly, yjn strokes sbn’s swollen lips, brushing away a drop of spilled milk. “you drank so much but you still want more, don’t you, pup? just can’t get enough now that you’ve had a taste, huh?”
the pout on sbn’s face sets deeper. it’d be cute if his dick wasn’t poking yjn’s hip at the same time.
“don’t fret, baby.” carefully, yjn pivots toward sbn, almost rolling on top of him in order for his other breast to reach sbn’s face. the stretch kills his back and he can already tell his arm is going to be numb within minutes from the added pressure on his propped elbow, but the way sbn’s hopeful eyes track how yjn cups his tit makes it all so worth it. “mommy has some more remember?”
“m… more?” the innocent look on sbn’s face shouldn’t affect him, yet yjn still finds himself clenching his thighs together.
“of course, honey,” he says, praying sbn doesn’t notice the quiver in his voice or smell of the slick from where it’s starting to pool in his pants. “mommy wouldn’t let her pup go hungry.”
gaping with a slack jaw, sbn can’t seem to believe his luck. part of yjn wishes he could tell sbn how proud he is of him for having the courage to be open about his—albeit unorthodox—desires.
instead, he bends his leg a bit and presses it against sbn’s unmistakable hard-on, giving him more friction to work with and watching how it causes him to gasp, shivering from pleasure.
“come on, baby,” he whispers, sounding breathless even to his own ears as he brings his untouched tit to sbn’s awaiting mouth. “let’s finish what you started.”
sbn doesn’t need any more persuading after that, eyes shutting the moment his lips wrap around yjn’s nipple.
the first suckle startles yjn for a second, but he relaxes once the milk starts flowing smoothly, putting more of his weight atop of sbn. he’s practically suffocating sbn’s face with his chest, but sbn looks perfectly content, humping yjn’s leg with every swallow.
“that’s it, pup,” he encourages, gritting his teeth against the urge to grind down on sbn’s cock and get off too. this is about sbn, not him. “suck mommy dry.”
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