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cw: lactation, mpreg, a/b/o
Katsuki's tiddies are sore, so Izuku tries to help. And they make a shocking discovery.
Katsuki's tiddies are sore, so Izuku tries to help. And they make a shocking discovery.
Katsuki squirms in his spot on the couch, pulling at the fabric of his shirt to try and get more comfortable.
"You okay, Kacchan?" Izuku asks as he enters the living room. He takes a seat on the couch next to his mate, eyes wide with concern.
"You okay, Kacchan?" Izuku asks as he enters the living room. He takes a seat on the couch next to his mate, eyes wide with concern.
"Nothing, it's fine," he says, relaxing against the back of the couch. As soon as he does that, the fabric of his shirt clings to his skin and rubs against his painfully sensitive nipples.
"/fuck/," he chokes. He can't believe he's nearly in tears over sensitive nipples.
"/fuck/," he chokes. He can't believe he's nearly in tears over sensitive nipples.
"Kacchan," Izuku says, his voice more firm. "You're in pain? What's wrong? What hurts?"
"It's embarrassing," Katsuki mumbles.
"I'm sure it's not," IZuku sighs. Katsuki rolls his eyes and tugs at his shirt again.
"My fucking nipples hurt."
"It's embarrassing," Katsuki mumbles.
"I'm sure it's not," IZuku sighs. Katsuki rolls his eyes and tugs at his shirt again.
"My fucking nipples hurt."
"Oh?" Izuku blinks. "Take your shirt off, let me see."
Katsuki complies, because, honestly, getting rid of the damn shirt can only help his situation. He removes the article tenderly, avoiding aggravating his sore buds further.
Katsuki complies, because, honestly, getting rid of the damn shirt can only help his situation. He removes the article tenderly, avoiding aggravating his sore buds further.
"Oh man, they do look sore," Izuku sighs. "Should I get ice?"
"Maybe, fuck, I'll try anything," Katsuki sighs. His mate kisses his cheek and disappears from the living room. Moments later he returns with an ice cube.
"Maybe, fuck, I'll try anything," Katsuki sighs. His mate kisses his cheek and disappears from the living room. Moments later he returns with an ice cube.
Katsuki hisses as the ice touches his nipple, stinging first, then slowly numbing enough to provide relief.
"That's so much fucking better," he groans. Izuku smiles and moves the ice cube to the other nipple. He winces again, then relaxes.
"They're so hard," Izuku observes.
"That's so much fucking better," he groans. Izuku smiles and moves the ice cube to the other nipple. He winces again, then relaxes.
"They're so hard," Izuku observes.
"Yeah?"
"Wanna kiss them," Izuku grins, sheepishly. "They're just so . . . I don't know, cute?"
"Don't fucking call my nipples cute."
"Wanna kiss them," Izuku grins, sheepishly. "They're just so . . . I don't know, cute?"
"Don't fucking call my nipples cute."
"Why? They're cute," Izuku chuckles, leaning forward and pressing his lips tenderly against his pert nipples.
"Hah, fuck," Katsuki gasps. "Fucking hurts."
"Yeah?" Izuku asks, licking his lips and latching them around the sensitive bud.
"Hah, fuck," Katsuki gasps. "Fucking hurts."
"Yeah?" Izuku asks, licking his lips and latching them around the sensitive bud.
"O-oh fuck," Katsuki sputters, suddenly unsure of whether it hurts like shit or is /good/.
"Do you like that?" Izuku asks, his voice low and sexy.
"Fucking . . . I think so."
"Do you like that?" Izuku asks, his voice low and sexy.
"Fucking . . . I think so."
Izuku smirks and lets his tongue flicker out over his nipple. Katsuki hisses again, but this time Izuku keeps going, wet lips closing around it.
"Ah, fuck," he gasps, throwing his head back and the alpha starts to suckle. "Shit, Izuku."
"Ah, fuck," he gasps, throwing his head back and the alpha starts to suckle. "Shit, Izuku."
"Why so sore, Kacchan?"
"Don't know," he mumbles. "Fucking heats have been irregular, it's probably hormonal."
"Yeah? Well, I'll do what I can to help, babe," Izuku says, going back to working the nipple.
"Don't know," he mumbles. "Fucking heats have been irregular, it's probably hormonal."
"Yeah? Well, I'll do what I can to help, babe," Izuku says, going back to working the nipple.
Izuku keeps working, trying his best to be light and gentle instead of aggravating his mate's sensitivities further.
He sucks gently, earning a moan from Katsuki.
"Fuck, Deku," he groans, his hand moving to his alpha's hair, keeping him where he is.
He sucks gently, earning a moan from Katsuki.
"Fuck, Deku," he groans, his hand moving to his alpha's hair, keeping him where he is.
Izuku keeps suckling, only stopping when something changes.
When he feels something damp against his tongue that isn't his own saliva. It's warm. And sweet. And -
"Um, Kacchan?"
"Why'd you stop? That was helping, shit -"
When he feels something damp against his tongue that isn't his own saliva. It's warm. And sweet. And -
"Um, Kacchan?"
"Why'd you stop? That was helping, shit -"
Izuku shakes his head, convinced that he was just imagining things. He smiles and latches onto Katsuki's bud again, sucking gently.
Until it happens again.
Until it happens again.
He sucks on Katsuki's tit and the warm liquid leaks out once again. This time, instead of backing off, he keeps sucking. The substance keeps coming.
He pulls off quickly glancing down at the white droplets spilling from his mate's nipple.
He pulls off quickly glancing down at the white droplets spilling from his mate's nipple.
"Kacchan," Izuku gasps.
"What? Why did you stop? It was feeling better," he grumbles.
"You're... there's milk."
"Milk? What the fuck-"
"What? Why did you stop? It was feeling better," he grumbles.
"You're... there's milk."
"Milk? What the fuck-"
"Yeah, look," he says. Katsuki winces as Izuku pinches the nipple, watching the milk bead into little droplets from the nip.
"What the fuck? That doesn't make any sense. The only way I would be lactating is if I was-"
"Pregnant."
"What the fuck? That doesn't make any sense. The only way I would be lactating is if I was-"
"Pregnant."
"Shit, are you sure it's milk?" Katsuki groans.
"I mean, what else would it be, Kacchan?" Izuku asks, his logic never failing.
"Fuck."
"I mean, what else would it be, Kacchan?" Izuku asks, his logic never failing.
"Fuck."
"Hey, I mean, this is exciting right? Kacchan! You're /pregnant/! Oh my god, we've been trying for so long and well, this makes sense. No wonder your nipples hurt-"
"Deku. Stop mumbling," he groans, wincing at the pain. "You didn't do this one yet."
"Deku. Stop mumbling," he groans, wincing at the pain. "You didn't do this one yet."
He gestures to his other unattended nipple. The one that hasn't been squeezed yet.
"Oh! Did you like that?"
"Fucking duh," he groans. The alpha scrambles over to his other side, gently attaching himself.
"Oh! Did you like that?"
"Fucking duh," he groans. The alpha scrambles over to his other side, gently attaching himself.
"Shit, yeah," Katsuki moans. He looks down, loving the way Izuku's perfectly pink lips suction so nicely to his chest.
He reaches over and runs his fingers through his mate's fluffy hair, holding him against his aching tit.
He reaches over and runs his fingers through his mate's fluffy hair, holding him against his aching tit.
Izuku adjusts his position just slightly, allowing Katsuki to feel his mate's throbbing, hard erection straining against his thigh.
"Are you getting off on this?"
"Um. Maybe?" Izuku says, guilty.
"Are you getting off on this?"
"Um. Maybe?" Izuku says, guilty.
"Weirdo."
"Is it really that weird? I always suck on your nipples during sex."
"Fuck," Katsuki gasps. Just the mention of sex has him rolling his hips toward Izuku. His body is clearly more aroused than he thought.
"Is it really that weird? I always suck on your nipples during sex."
"Fuck," Katsuki gasps. Just the mention of sex has him rolling his hips toward Izuku. His body is clearly more aroused than he thought.
"Whoa! And I'm the weird one," Izuku laughs.
"Shut up! Just . . . Fuck me," he groans. "Just watch the nips."
"Okay, don't have to tell me twice," he grins, discarding his sweats and helping Katsuki out of his.
"Shut up! Just . . . Fuck me," he groans. "Just watch the nips."
"Okay, don't have to tell me twice," he grins, discarding his sweats and helping Katsuki out of his.
Katsuki lays back against the arm of the couch and opens his legs, inviting Izuku inside.
On his knees, Izuku shuffles forward, slowly lining himself up.
"What the hell, hurry up!"
"So impatient! What is /up/ with you?"
Katsuki rolls his eyes and juts his hips upward.
On his knees, Izuku shuffles forward, slowly lining himself up.
"What the hell, hurry up!"
"So impatient! What is /up/ with you?"
Katsuki rolls his eyes and juts his hips upward.
Izuku hooks his arms up underneath Katsuki's legs and sinks into him, just like he's done countless times before.
"Fuck, you feel like you're in heat," Izuku moans, his entire body suddenly ablaze from the heat sucking him in.
"Fuck, you feel like you're in heat," Izuku moans, his entire body suddenly ablaze from the heat sucking him in.
"Not in heat," Katsuki says. "My heats are twice a year. You fucking know-"
"I know! Buy you feel like you're - Kacchan, I think you really might be pregnant! We have to go get a test-"
"No you /have/ to fuck me or I'm gonna lose my damn mind!"
"I know! Buy you feel like you're - Kacchan, I think you really might be pregnant! We have to go get a test-"
"No you /have/ to fuck me or I'm gonna lose my damn mind!"
"Okay, okay," Izuku says quickly, getting to work and pleasing his omega.
He gazes down at him, thinking about how beautiful he looks splayed out like this.
He gazes down at him, thinking about how beautiful he looks splayed out like this.
His eyelids heavy with lust, his cheeks flushed, his tits swollen and still leaking milk.
Izuku leans down as he fucks into Kagsuki and swipes his tongue against one of his nipples.
Izuku leans down as he fucks into Kagsuki and swipes his tongue against one of his nipples.
"Ah, shit," Katsuko moans.
"Good?"
"Fuck, yes, don't stop."
Izuku grins and latches his lips around the aching nubs and sucks. He revels in the delicious sounds that Katsuki makes.
"Good?"
"Fuck, yes, don't stop."
Izuku grins and latches his lips around the aching nubs and sucks. He revels in the delicious sounds that Katsuki makes.
"So sexy, Kacchan," Izuku mumbles, lapping up the warm liquid that Katsuki expels.
The sounds, the heat, the /taste./
Its all too much, and Izuku finds himself teetering over the edge much sooner than normal.
"Knot me," Katsuki begs, and Izuku is happy to comply.
The sounds, the heat, the /taste./
Its all too much, and Izuku finds himself teetering over the edge much sooner than normal.
"Knot me," Katsuki begs, and Izuku is happy to comply.
Izuku gasps and nods, squeezing Katsuki's thighs tight as his knot pops inside and catches on Katsuki's pulsating rim.
"Oh fuck," Izuku grunts, his face contorting as he comes, spilling his load into his mate.
Katsuki moans and rolls his hips, milking every last drop of cum.
"Oh fuck," Izuku grunts, his face contorting as he comes, spilling his load into his mate.
Katsuki moans and rolls his hips, milking every last drop of cum.
"You're so amazing, Kacchan," Izuku pants, collapsing against Katsuki
"Watch the tits!" Katsuki hisses.
"Oh, sorry," Izuku mumbles, sitting up again. "Here."
He wraps his hand around Katsuki's cock, gently tugging and stroking.
"Watch the tits!" Katsuki hisses.
"Oh, sorry," Izuku mumbles, sitting up again. "Here."
He wraps his hand around Katsuki's cock, gently tugging and stroking.
"This is good," Katsuki says, letting his head fall back again. "Suck me."
"Like this?" Izuku asks, leaning forward and sucking on one nipple while he continues to jack him off.
"Shit, just like that-"
"Like this?" Izuku asks, leaning forward and sucking on one nipple while he continues to jack him off.
"Shit, just like that-"
Katsuki feels like he's on top of the world, floating in ecstasy. He's stuffed full full of his alpha's cock, getting a hand job, /and/ having his breasts drained.
"So fucking -ah, shit," he shouts, his back arching as he spills over Izuku's still-working hand.
He breathes deeply as he comes down from his high, trying to wrap his head around the mind- blowing sex he just had.
He can't even begin to think about the other thing.
He breathes deeply as he comes down from his high, trying to wrap his head around the mind- blowing sex he just had.
He can't even begin to think about the other thing.
"I love you," Izuku reminds him, placing a kiss against his cheek as he sits up.
Izuku gazes down at Kacchan splayed out over the couch. He's completely debauched, but he's /beautiful/ and Izuku can't take his eyes off him.
Izuku gazes down at Kacchan splayed out over the couch. He's completely debauched, but he's /beautiful/ and Izuku can't take his eyes off him.
He lets his hands graze over Kacchan's stomach curiously. Is it true? Is Kacchan really carrying Izuku's pups?
The thought alone has his heart swelling in his chest. He wants to cry tears of joy.
The thought alone has his heart swelling in his chest. He wants to cry tears of joy.
"What the hell are you doing?" Katsuki scoffs, batting Izuku's hand away.
"I can't believe you're pregnant," he sighs, dreamily.
"We don't know for sure," Katsuki mumbles. Izuku frowns. "Dont be getting all sappy on me."
"But Kacchan-"
"I can't believe you're pregnant," he sighs, dreamily.
"We don't know for sure," Katsuki mumbles. Izuku frowns. "Dont be getting all sappy on me."
"But Kacchan-"
"I'm serious, Deku," he warns. "I know how you are about this. . . I don't want you to get disappointed if its a false alarm."
"Well, we won't know until you take a test, right?" He says, eagerly. "Um, either way you should schedule a doctors appointment."
"Well, we won't know until you take a test, right?" He says, eagerly. "Um, either way you should schedule a doctors appointment."
"Duh," he grunts. Izuku slips out of him as soon as his knot goes down and pulls his underwear back on. "Pretty sure it's not normal to have leaky tits regardless."
"But if you're pregnant-"
"Then it probably means I'm further along than we think."
TBC
"But if you're pregnant-"
"Then it probably means I'm further along than we think."
TBC
