#ITS 4.01PM NOW

[sahrii]

i tried queuing the iwa request and it posted now wtf whatever here have it guys thank u

[dovechim]

magnolia (m)

➾ jeongguk x reader

➾ 3k (this was supposed to be a short drabble!!!!!)

➾ warnings: pregnancy sex, lactation, tit fucking, noona/ babyboy kink, handholding kink (lmao the last one is completely made up)

➾ after so many requests i decided to try my hand at this kink!! it turned out a lot more fluffy than i was expecting, but i hope you guys like it!!!! pls prepare ur bibles for a mass prayer session

Jeongguk considers himself the luckiest man in the world, nose tucked right into the crown of hair by the nape of your neck and inhaling that sweet scent as he spoons your heavy body with his. Even though the harsh red numbers on the clock remind him that he needs to get going for work soon, he closes his eyes for just a few more minutes, allowing his hands to caress over the small bump that holds his entire world.

You stir just slightly in front of him, and Jeongguk makes sure that he’s supporting your frame adequately- with all the extra weight added, it’s become hard for you to fall asleep lately. Sometimes he wonders how he got so lucky, seeing the round fullness of your belly gives him a rush of excitement to think that you’re entirely and irrevocably his. 

He’s careful not to wake you since he knows how little sleep you’re getting these days, but you blink sleepily anyway.

“Kook, what time is it? Don’t you have work?” You murmur incoherently, feeling him press a few kisses into the curve of your neck.

Jeongguk is momentarily distracted by the sight of your breasts, loosely clad in just a thin lace camisole. That delicious slope of smooth flesh dips gently from your neck, and he follows the lines of your body to the peaks of your nipples. You were never well endowed to begin with, he could easily take one of your tits into his mouth and the cup the other securely in his large palm, but that was before you got pregnant. Being several months along has awarded you a cup size or two, and Jeongguk can’t say he isn’t appreciative.

But he’s not distracted by their size today. In the dim lighting of the barely risen sun, he can see that the pink lace of your camisole is slightly damp, right where the nipple should be. Bringing his hands gently over the swell of your body, he lets them rest gingerly over your breasts, waiting for a reaction from you. You’ve nearly bitten his head off for trying to touch your breasts because they were sore and sensitive, but this was when you had just conceived.

Now, you arch into his touch, rubbing your perky nipples against his hand, and Jeongguk is delighted to find that your nipples are soaking wet. He brings his palm to his nose for a whiff, and the sweet, milky scent assuages his senses. Jeongguk reaches back down to tweak a nipple between his fingers, feeling arousal shoot straight to his cock when he feels a dribble of liquid soak through the lace.

Your eyes are closed, still in the vestiges of your hard earned slumber, completely unaware of the milk that’s dribbling from your breasts and only intent on the feeling of his hands on your skin. So Jeongguk sneakily licks a few drops from his fingertips, and the taste alone makes him close his eyes in bliss.

He’s consumed with the urge to turn you over and attach his lips to a nipple and just suckle, imagining that sweet, milky liquid filling the recesses of his mouth and sliding down his throat like the richest honey. But then the clock next to him beeps insistently, and he reluctantly prises his hands from your body to go to work.

*

All day, the lingering sweetness of your taste haunts him, and Jeongguk has had to confine himself to his desk at work in order to hide his raging erection.

3.59pm [You]: kook, there’s a problem.

Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat as he drops everything to type out a harried reply.

3.59pm [kook serving LOOKS 👀]: r u ok?? Did the baby come??? 4.01pm [You]: no, u idiot, im only 4 months 4.02pm [kook serving LOOKS 👀]: fuck, u scared me 4.02pm [kook serving LOOKS 👀]: what is it?? 4.03pm [kook serving LOOKS 👀]: do u need me home? i can leave work early 4.04pm [You]: no!!! don’t, it’s not that urgent 4.04pm [You]: it’s just… it’s nothing. really. 

Even over text, Jeongguk is so intimately familiar with all your mannerisms that he can tell you’re embarrassed. Over what is the real question, so despite your text, he shoots off a quick email to his boss asking for the rest of the day off before he’s out the door and in his car.

He comes home to find you seated at the dining table fiddling with a strange contraption. But he can’t focus on it long enough to tell what it is, because his traitorous eyes dip to the two wet spots on the front of his white shirt that you’ve repurposed as a makeshift dress. 

“Kook! What are you doing home?” There’s a nervousness in your voice that he’s never heard before, and the way you angle the front of your body away from him makes him feel so irrationally guilty. Jeongguk hates that you’re embarrassed about your beautiful body, feels the need to hide it from him, especially when he was the one who made you like this.

He crosses the distance in between you in a few strides, grasping your shoulders firmly but gently to get you to face him. Only then does he see your refusal to meet his eyes, and he can’t have this.

“What’s wrong noona?” Jeongguk knows how much this softens you up, something about the way he says that word that makes you melt in his arms.

“It’s nothing, you shouldn’t have come home,” you finally relent as you rest your cheek against his hard chest, still incredibly self-conscious about the two wet spots on your own chest. “I think I… um… started lactating.”

Jeongguk’s mind goes blank for a second, and his eyes drop to the strange machine on the table, still in its box. He reads the words ‘breast pump’ on the side, then everything clicks.

“It’s been non-stop all day, and the mess has been horrible, but I remembered my mom gave us this a while back and I was trying to figure out how to use it, but…”

Jeongguk recognises the tone of frustration in your voice, and how you always elongate your sentences like this when you’re tired and at your wits end. He shushes you with a quick press of his lips against yours, and takes your place on the chair, pulling you into his lap.

“We’ll figure this out together, okay?” It’s his way of reminding you that you’re not in this alone, that he’ll do whatever he can to alleviate every bit of your suffering.

The instructions make no sense whatsoever, so Jeongguk figures that it’s best to experiment through trial and error. After assembling the machine as best as he can by consulting the terribly drawn diagrams, he holds up the breast pump that’s supposed to be attached to your body.

Jeongguk shifts your weight into his arms, and you grab the pump to help him move the two of you into the bedroom, although you can’t help but roll your eyes at how he takes every opportunity to show off his monstrous strength. He carries you almost like you weigh nothing, even with the pregnancy. Setting you down gently against the pillows, Jeongguk slides in behind you to help you fit the pump.

“I feel like a cow,” you lift his shirt to expose one breast, and the slight smirk that catches on the corner of his mouth sets you at ease a little, even as he fits the device snugly.

“’m pretty sure you could give those cows a run for their money,” Jeongguk says as he fiddles with the switch to activate the pump. “I’d take your breast milk over cow’s milk any day.”

You gasp and slap at his thighs that surround your own legs. “What? You tried it? Since when- this morning??”

Your scandalised expression makes him chuckle deviously, and you reach out to pinch his nipple in retaliation.

“AHh! Sorry, noona, I just couldn’t help it,” he reaches to soothe the pinch, giving you a pout in return.

“Noona won’t work on me this time,” you frown at him in mock anger. “Now you know how it feels to be milked without your permission.”

Jeongguk flashes you a boyish smile that never fails to set your heart racing, and that mischievous little smirk reminds you of just how good he is at making you forget your embarrassment. Even hooked up like this, as the device whirs into action, his reverent gaze makes you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth, blessed with his child, breasts round with milk to nourish them.

He strokes your bare thighs absently even as he watches the cup attached to the pump slowly fill with milk.

“Noona, that’s it, you’re doing so well… can you fill it up for me?” Jeongguk watches in wonder as the liquid dribbles ever so slowly into the cup, the suction tugging at your sensitive nipple. He slides his hand down to the apex of your thighs, fingers brushing against the cotton panties to find that they’re damp too.

You rest your head back on his chest as his fingers slip inside your panties to tease your clit, finding it already slick. But being this early on in your pregnancy means that you don’t have much milk to offer, and the suction of the pump makes your nipple all swollen and puffy.

Jeongguk is dying to take it in his mouth.

“Jeongguk, can you switch it?”

He reaches for the pump to detach it from your skin, rubbing at the red marks as he moves to the other dripping, neglected nipple. But then he stops, cock hard against your back as he watches the milky liquid drip onto your skin, and he can’t help but ask.

“Noona, can I taste it? Please?” The last word comes out as a whine, and he knows how weak you are when he begs like this. He feels your frame stiffen against him, and just to sweeten you up a little, he resumes his tight circles around your clit. He rubs you closer and closer to your orgasm, and just when he’s sure you’re almost there, he slips a finger inside you, feels your walls clench around him in the throes of your pleasure.

When you’ve calmed down enough, boneless in his arms, Jeongguk asks again. 

“Your nipples are so pretty, noona, all pink and sweet, but I bet your milk is sweeter. Can I?”

“C-can you what? What do you want, babyboy?” You can feel the heat of his erection on your lower back, and it sends a thrill singing through your veins to know that you can arouse him to this extent without even touching him.

“I want your milk, Noona,” he obliges obediently, and you cast your head back to catch a glimpse of his doe eyes, so wide and innocent.

“Go ahead, babyboy.”

Jeongguk is beyond thrilled, but takes care to position your heavy body comfortably against the soft pillows as you coax his head into your arms, cradling his head the way you would your unborn child. His lips draw nearer and nearer your wet nipple, and he gives the surrounding flesh a few kisses before engulfing it entirely. He sweeps his tongue over the peak, tasting the remnants of milk before he starts to suckle enthusiastically. He allows his teeth to scrape teasingly at your nipple, tongue dancing over the underside of your breast as the taste of your sweet milk floods his mouth.

The sensation of his tongue on your sensitive, puffy nipple combined with his eager sucks makes you moan. Glancing down at him, you find his dark eyes trained on yours, and the intimacy of this moment far surpasses just sexual tension and lust as he drinks from your breast the milk intended for his unborn child. The maternal instinct to hold his body close for him to suckle threatens to overwhelm you.

Giving a few last sucks, Jeongguk draws away reluctantly, and you can see a stream of milky liquid dribble down his chin.

“Noona’s milk tastes so good. Our baby is so lucky,” he whispers, and his hand caresses your other breast gently. “You have no idea how good you look like this, noona. I love having you pregnant.”

His words have ignited jolts of desire that make you rub your thighs together, and you can feel how messy your panties are at this stage. Even your nipples are beginning to leak again, and you’re just one big mess, but Jeongguk loves it. He reaches to wrap his lips around your nipple again, suckling intently at the flavour of your milk that laves his tongue, and the creaminess that slides down his throat.

But it’s not enough, and you whine low in your chest.

“Kook,” you spread your thighs wide apart, and he reaches to tug your panties off, mouth leaving your nipple as he kneels in between your legs.

“So wet, noona, all for me?” He grins even as he readjusts the bulge in his dress pants that looks increasingly uncomfortable, licking his lips to get the last of the milk. “Want me to eat your pussy? Or my fingers again?”

You shake your head. “Neither, want your cock.”

Jeongguk makes a sound of hesitation low in his throat as his eyes immediately skim over your belly.

“I’ll be fine, the baby’s stronger than that, I won’t break,” you roll your eyes as you reach for his cock, tugging his dress pants open.

He gives in and allows you to stroke his length a few times before he has to stop you for fear of coming all over your stomach. On hindsight, the thought of painting your round belly white with his cum doesn’t seem all that bad, but he reminds himself that your pleasure comes first, so maybe next time. Jeongguk presses a kiss to your bump before sliding his head between your folds, and you sigh when he pushes in deep.

Jeongguk doesn’t go as deep as he normally would, opting for shallow strokes instead as he feels your walls tighten around him. Watching your round breasts bounce with every thrust, he leans back down to capture a nipple in his mouth again, suckling intently to get every drop of milk. He pulls you into his lap so that your breasts are at the perfect height for him to worship, head buried in your chest even as he encourages your hips to ride him.

“Kook, at this rate there won’t be enough for our baby,” you tease, running your hands through his hair as he suckles your breast. “The milk’s not for you, remember?”

“He can learn to share,” he mumbles around a mouthful of your tit, hips moving at a slow, even pace. He silences your protest by giving your clit the attention it so badly needs, satisfied when you buck your hips into him.

The warmth of your walls coaxes him closer and closer to his orgasm, and Jeongguk has to intentionally remind himself not to pound your pussy into the sheets like he’s tempted to.

“Your tits are so pretty when they’re full of milk for my baby, noona,” Jeongguk enjoys the way they bounce as he thrusts into your pussy. “You like being filled with my cock? Filled you up so good, noona, now you’re all bred and leaking with my baby’s milk.”

You clench and moan around him, silken walls milking his cock for his cum, but without the rough stimulation he’s used to, Jeongguk can’t quite cum the same time as you do. Your pussy is still convulsing around him when he gives you a kiss on the forehead, pulling his still hard length out from your depths.

“Wait, didn’t you cum?” You grasp on to his shoulders to keep from sliding off his lap, muscles weak.

Jeongguk is nonchalant, hands around your waist to settle you back into the pillows. “Nah, I’m fine.”

But you refuse to take no for an answer. You cup your breasts together, squeezing them tight and meeting his gaze. “Wanna fuck my tits?”

Jeongguk may be good at controlling his expressions, but his cock isn’t, especially when it literally twitches and jumps at your offer.

“Come here,” you reach out with one hand to tug on his cock, and Jeongguk’s eyes are fixated on your leaking tits as he inches closer.

He’s careful not to put any weight on your stomach, but he lets his knees fall onto either side of your ribs as you squeeze your globes of flesh together for him. Sliding his cock through your cleavage makes him feel like he could cum right away, and when the dribbles of your milk coat his cock, Jeongguk swears he could die a happy man.

“Fuck, so fucking pretty for me, noona,” he whines, cock stroking in and out of the valley between your breasts. He can only concentrate on the way his precum leaks from his head to stain your chest, minging with the streams of milk until it’s all one giant mess. “So, so good for me noona, f-fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Come all over noona’s tits, babyboy,” you watch as the reddened tip of his head moves rapidly. “Want your cum so bad.”

Jeongguk can’t help but let his hips speed up in sloppy thrusts between your breasts, desperately hoping that he isn’t hurting you as he erupts in messy ropes of cum all over your chest. Your nipples are coated in his thick semen that mixes with your milk, and you can only lie there and let Jeongguk make you a mess.

For a moment, he can’t do anything but admire how pretty you look, all covered in his cum, breasts leaking with milk, and belly swollen with his child.

All his.

“Fuck, thank you noona, I’m so fucking lucky,” he peels off his dress shirt to wipe at your chest, gathering you into his arms as his hands encircle your bump. Jeongguk feels a sense of contentment in his chest as you snuggle deeper into his embrace, his body tucked right up against yours, and he reaches for your hand.

“Glad you know, brat.” You whisper sleepily as your fingers find his instinctively, and his hands curl around yours.