Lactating

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/55294420.

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Timothée Chalamet - Fandom
Relationship: Timothée Chalamet/Reader
Characters: Timothée Chalamet, Reader
Additional Tags: heavy lactation kink, Reader with big boobs, Sub Timmy, Light breeding
kink, PDA, Needy Timmy, Pregnant Reader, Pregnant Sex, comments on
physical change, tit out in public, squirting milk into mouth, Nursing
Handjob, Cumming in boxers, Unprotected Sex, Smut While Driving,
No Refractory Period, licking cum off hand
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-04-18 Words: 1,573 Chapters: 1/1
 Lactating
by FisticuffsatDusk

Summary

Info - heavy lactation kink, reader with big boobs, sub Timmy, light breeding kink, PDA,
needy Timmy, pregnant reader, pregnant sex, comments on physical changes, tit out in
public, squirting milk into mouth, nursing handjob, cumming in boxers, unprotected sex,
smut while driving, no refractory period, licking cum off hand

Notes

Anonymous asked:
Can I request one where timmy is obsessed with reader's tits/nipples? she's lactating and he
wants it always, regardless of the place or time, like if newly weds met the last chapter of
forgetting to cum lol

A/N - thank you for asking bc this made me SO fucking horny

“We’ve got to get going,” I said sweetly.

“I want my sweet stuff,” he begged, licking what skin he could of my breasts.

Since day one, Timothée had been boob obsessed. My breasts happened to be rather large,
which he also liked. He was obsessed with sucking on them and playing with my nipples.
Once he’d came just from licking them, and at the time, I thought that was rare and
impressive, I was in for a wild ride.

Now that I was pregnant, his world of opportunities had exploded. He had, and I don’t know
how either of us hadn’t seen this coming, a huge lactation fetish. He wanted me all the time,
and yes, he always came from it, even if I didn’t touch him, but if I did, it was extra thick and
usually he could go a couple more times.

“Please!” He whined.

“No Timmy, you can’t always have your way. You promised you’d go to this dinner with me.
How would it look going to a fundraiser for underpaid schools with you salivating over my
tits.”

“They look so big in that dress, and you’re showing in your stomach, are you really dooming
me to cumming in my dress pants, because that will happen,” he said.

“Maybe we can sneak away at some point, but for right now baby, we really need to get on
the road to be there in time.”

“Fine,” he crossed his arms, and pouted.

“I think you’re more of a baby than the one growing inside me,” I chuckled. We got our
things and hit the road.

He wouldn’t stop squirming in his seat. The bulge in his pants was very noticeable.

“Honey?” I asked.

“Don’t call me pet names right now I’m this close to erupting,” he whined.

“Do you have a sock, or tissues or something?” I asked.

“Why?”

“Because you can suck while I drive if you have a way to clean up, I don’t want you
so…..engorged at the charity event,” I said. He was eagerly chucking off his shoe and pulling
off his sock.

“Baby, you won’t match,” I said.

“It’ll look-“

“Please!”

“Oh okay,” I said. He pulled himself free, pants sitting just under his balls which I looked at
with suspicion. He looked like he had more than one load. I hoped I was wrong, this was a
fancy event. I pulled my tit out at the next red light, and switched to driving with one hand.

“Mmmm!” He squeaked happily and moved quickly to suck on my breast.

“There’s a good boy,” I said sweetly petting his hair. He made high pitched needy noises as
he came into the sock. I couldn’t help but take a peek. The sock was very full, and almost
dripping itself with the thick ropes that had been shot into it almost immediately.

“Okay sweetie, you came like a good boy,” I crooned, trying to move his head away.

“No more,” he requested and stuffed his face back against my breast. I sighed but let him
drink for the the fifteen minutes it took us to get there. When I finally removed him, he
looked nearly drunk. His eyes were far off, and a dribble of milk slid down his slack jaw.

“So much boob,” he said dazedly, and tried to go back on my tit, but I stopped him.

“Baby, you need to snap out of it,” I said, shaking him slightly. He was quiet while I fixed my
dress and got my things.

“Can I have it after then?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course,” I nodded. We walked in arm and arm.

“Y/n, you look gorgeous,” said an old friend, we hugged one another.

“This must be your boyfriend Timothée,” she said.

“Oh, husband now,” I said, showing off my sparkling ring.

“Really!”

“Don’t be offended about no invite, we eloped,” Timothée chuckled. I was so proud of him
for pulling himself together and being the charmer I knew he could be.

“And, no, don’t tell me,” she pointed to my belly. This is where it would go down hill. I
should’ve remembered some people didn’t know I was pregnant, whenever it was pointed out
Timothée got very needy. He was so proud of himself for impregnating me.

“Yup,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t say the words that held more weight than she could know.

“You’re pregnant!”
“Yup, I did that,” Timothée said, butting in. It wasn’t a normal thing to say. I put my hand on
his arm, trying to make him calm down.

“Yes, we’re pregnant,” I acknowledged and heard a whimper beside me. Again, I forgot it
was even worse if I was the one saying it.

“My goodness you poor thing. You’ve always had big boobs, but they look like they’ve
gotten even bigger, your poor back!” She exclaimed.

“Holy Fuck,” I heard Timmy say, and his knees nearly buckled.

“Um, I don’t think they’re that-“

“They’re GINORMOUS!” She exclaimed.

“I’m gonna shoot,” Timothée whispered.

“Sorry, I just remembered something, we need to go give something to my mother for the
event,” I said and hurried us away.

“Timothée focus, focus,” I begged. His eyes were going dreamy.

“Baby, don’t go to that mode.”

“Baby, I gave you a baby. I came in you so much we’re going to have a baby. Your tits are so
big and full of sweet milk. I’m obsessed!”

“Oh Timmy, you’re so cute, what am I going to do with you?” I asked, caressing his face.

“Let me have what I want?” He suggested shyly.

“Will you be quick?”

“I suppose if I have to,” he grumbled.

“Come on sweetness,” I said, taking him to a fancy bathroom, so fancy in face it had a couch.
I sat down and pulled down my dress and bra.

“Mmmmm, yes,” he hissed happily.

“Suck baby,” I said gently. I pulled his hard cock out of his pants.

“Cradle my head,” he whimpered. I sighed and switched him into a cradle. I grabbed his
cock. He sucked my nipple and made needy noises. His little noises made my pussy wet.
Soon he was rutting needily into my hand. He sighed in satisfaction as he came thick ropes
onto my hand.

“Oh baby!” I said, feeling more wetness in my heat. “It’s so thick,” I said, licking it off my
hand and moaning.

“Can you fuck me?” He asked desperately.

“I’ll donate whatever you want to your mother’s charity if you please ride me right now. I am
so needy,” he begged.

“I-I, okay,” I agreed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he whimpered. He shucked off his pants and sat down. I pulled up my dress
and sunk down on his cock.

“Ohhhhhh!” He whimpered. I bounced for him.

“So good, fucking hell you’re so tight, but so wet. D-did I do this? Do you like me sucking?”

“Of course I do my love, it feels amazing. Also that thick load you shot was so sexy,” I
admitted.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whined.

“I’m so glad you’re carrying a baby, I’m so glad you let me cum inside you so many times,”
he moaned.

“Me too baby,” I smiled. “You know I love your cum, I was so excited when we stopped all
forms of protection. I know you never wore a condom anyway, but I just felt so much more
full.”

“Oh hell yeah baby, fuck I love these,” he said as he massaged my breasts. “Fucking sick.”

“I love you Timothée, so glad we’re married, so glad you fucked a baby into me.”

“Me too, I’m so damn close it nearly hurts,” he whined.

“Cum inside me baby, cum inside your favorite cunt, fill me up even more,” I begged. He
began to shoot, moaning low in his throat. I was pushed into orgasm as well. I shook as he
filled me and pleasure washed over me.

“Fuck, thank you,” he said as I got off him.

We went back out to the dinner. All was well for a while. That is, until I felt wetness in my
dress and moaned. I didn’t know what he’d do.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“N-nothing,” I said, trying to not look suspicious.

“Tell me Mon amour,” he said, worried something was wrong with me or the baby.

“It’s fine Timmy, it’s better you don’t know to be honest,” I said.

“Now I have to know,” he said eagerly.

“You said no secrets in our vows,” he reminded.

“Fine,” I growled. “I think, well I think you’ve been….stimulating them too much because
I’m lactating through my dress.”

“You what!” He said in utter shock.

“I’m lactating- Timothée!”

He had yanked down my dress to see. I had a full tit out at a charity event. I was mortified,
but no one had seen yet.

“Timothée please,” I begged, trying to break his iron clad grip on my dress and bra. He
reached forward and squeezed my breast harshly. Milk zinged out and he caught it in his
mouth and whimpered. I watched a wet spot form on his pants as his cock throbbed.

“I need to get you home,” I said worriedly, pulling up my clothes.

“I’m drinking the whole way there,” he said dreamily.