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Dazai was right.
They were having pups-- pups plural.
But imagine Chuuya’s surprise, and horror when he gave birth to four of them.
Four pups; three more than he would have liked, and two more than he expected.
It was immediately obvious that the girls took after Chuuya, and their only boy, was a bit more like his father-- a wolf, through and through-- though as much as Dazai likes to complain that they’re not all wolves, Chuuya knows he loves them all equally. The lamb has caught him curled up with them all on multiple occasions, cuddling them or brushing their hair.
He’s a good father, even if he was a little clueless at first-- more than happy to get Chuuya pregnant but not entirely sure how to deal with the children that come with that.
“Kayana!” Chuuya shouts from the front door, listening to the crunching of leaves as the young lamb runs up the path.
“Yes, mama!” she giggles out of breath, barging inside the cabin. “I’m here, mama.”
Chuuya pats her on the head as she passes, picking out a twig with a grimace. “Sit,” he says, dragging a stool over from the kitchen.
She must have gone rooting around in bushes again, looking for bugs and small creatures. “I told you to stop going in the bushes,” he reprimands her. The lamb grabs a hairbrush, working his way through the short curls, with gentle tugs. Unknotting the ginger hair carefully as she swings her feet.
“I know, mama…”
“She’ll keep doing it anyway,” Roko sings from the nest of cushions and blankets that the pups sleep on, flipping through a kid’s book Dazai managed to get them on one of his trips out.
“Shut up!” Kayana says, sticking out her tongue, blue and brown eyes rolling.
“Oi! Be nice.”
“Sorry mama,” they say in unison, glaring at each other across the cabin. They’re cute, and Chuuya loves his babies, but they are siblings, and siblings fight. These two especially.
He continues to brush Kayana’s hair, picking twigs and leaves out of it as she beams up at him with a smile as bright as the sun. Very happy to have been digging around in the bushes and trees outside.
She never listens. Even Dazai has tried to tell her to stop, and she hasn’t, and that’s saying something. All of the kids, except Eichi, are terrified of disappointing Dazai.
Speaking of Eichi… where is she?
“Where’s your sister?” Chuuya asks, putting the brush away after detangling Kayana’s hair.
“She went with daddy.”
“Yeah, she’s with dad and Tagi,” Kayana hums, leaning her head back against Chuuya’s chest. “He was gonna show them how to hunt!”
Chuuya sighs, patting her head. “I wish he’d told me that,” he murmurs. Smiling sweetly at the girls as he goes back outside the cabin.
There’s no sign of the three of them at first. But then he hears splashing in the river nearby, multiple pairs of feet running through the shallow water.
“No no no! Mama’s going to be pissed with me if you go back all wet!”...well that’s definitely Dazai’s voice, followed by howls of laughter and even more splashing of water. “Oh fuck! Eichi! Why did you have to run in the river!
Chuuya holds in a laugh as he listens from the cabin.
“I’ll tell mama youpushed me in the river!” Eichi sing-songs. It’s quickly followed by a yelp as she’s presumably picked up and hauled over Dazai’s shoulder.
“You wouldn’t dare! Little devil!”
She squeals and howls as she’s carried closer and closer to the cabin. Their voices get even clearer as they approach.
Chuuya tries to put on his best poker face. Crossing his arms over his chest as the trio appears from behind the tree line.
Dazai’s eyes widen when he spots him, carrying Eichi upside down by the legs. She’s the biggest of their kids, and while Chuuya can’t pick her up anymore, Dazai is a lot stronger than him. They all love to be picked up by Dazai.
She’s dripping with water. Her short wet hair swaying underneath her, clothes sticking to her skin. But her smile is ear-to-ear.
“This isn’t what it looks like--” Dazai tries to explain.
“Really?” Chuuya drawls, acting as unimpressed as he possibly can. He should earn an award for this performance he thinks. He can’t usually fool Dazai. “It looks like you dropped our daughter in the river.”
“I did not!”
“He did! He did! Dad dropped me in the water, mama!”
“You little brat!”
Chuuya can’t hold back his smile, laughing along with Eichi as she’s lowered to the ground.
“I didn’t drop her,” Dazai whines, throwing himself at the lamb. “I promise.”
“I know,” Chuuya grins, leaning up to give the wolf a quick peck on the lips. “I heard you coming up the river. And I know you wouldn’t drop her in the water-- splash her, maybe, but not drop her.”
“Good.” Dazai grins as he stands up straight, no longer leaning his entire weight on Chuuya. Then he sticks his tongue out at Eichi, childishly. She pouts, looking at Chuuya for help-- and not for the first time, Chuuya realises he has five children, not four. Dazai should count. He’s just an immature child in the body of a grown wolf.
Chuuya waves them all inside, holding his hand out for Tagi when he appears from behind Eichi.
“How did the hunting go,” the lambs asks, holding the boy’s hand as they follow Dazai inside.
“Okay…” he shrugs, looking at the floor. “I was too scared. Eichi managed it all though, she helped dad catch a rabbit… she’s more wolf than I am…”
Chuuya sighs, squeezing his hand. “That’s okay, honey. I know you want to do these things, but you just need a little more confidence. You’ll get there, but even if you don’t, it’s not the end of the world.”
The young wolf nods, his floppy ears bouncing and his tail hanging low. Poor Tagi, he thinks, walking the young boy inside. He’s so desperate to prove himself to Dazai, that he keeps stepping out of his comfort zone-- trying to hunt, trying to fight, trying to be strong. He’s such a sweet boy, Chuuya wishes he wasn’t so hard on himself. Just because he’s the only wolf out of his siblings, doesn’t mean he needs to be a carbon copy of his father. Dazai doesn’t mind.
He brings it up later after he’s sent the four of them off to their nest for bed.
“Tagi isn’t a hunter,” he says, washing a plate in the sink.
Dazai’s head turns slightly as he hums, “No, I know he isn’t. He wants to be though.”
“He thinks he needs to be,” Chuuya corrects, “He wants you to respect him as a wolf, he thinks he needs to be a good hunter for that.”
“He’s my pup?” Dazai says, confused. “I already love him-- if he can’t hunt, well… that doesn’t change anything. Eichi likes hunting--”
“He knows you love him. But respect is different, ‘Samu. He’s the only one of them to look like a wolf-- like you. He wants his father’s respect.”
Dazai bites his cheek before he nods. “I’ll talk to him,” he sighs. “Tomorrow though. Are they all asleep?”
“I think so,” the lamb sighs, peaking his head around the door frame to look into the extra room they had to add for the pups.
When they were born Chuuya thought they’d be okay! They never wanted to leave Chuuya’s side anyway, so for a couple of months, they slept with Chuuya and Dazai.
But the cabin is small, and eventually, as they grew, they found that the only way to fit them all under the same roof was to add another room. Certainly not an easy task, but apparently it was manageable for Dazai.
“You wanna go relax?” the wolf smirks, his tail wagging behind him.
Chuuya looks at the kids, laid out across their nest of blankets and pillows, sleeping soundly. Then he shuts the door, nodding to Dazai.
Yes. Of course, he does.
The kids have been so rowdy recently, that two of them haven’t had any time to themselves, and on the rare occasion that they do, they’re both too exhausted. Well… Chuuya is too exhausted-- Dazai always seems to have energy, somehow, Chuuya just doesn’t always let him fuck.
They make their way to the bedroom quietly, but neither of them can hide their growing excitement.
Dazai pounces on him as soon as the door is shut behind them.
Pressing Chuuya to the wood, mashing their lips together almost painfully as their teeth click together. But Dazai doesn’t seem to care, neither of them does, they’re both too desperate to get to each other, roughly tugging at clothes and hair.
But sex isn’t the first thing on the wolf’s mind for once.
Because when he said relax Chuuya thought he was going to get pounded into the mattress immediately. Instead, Chuuya is guided to his stomach and given the best massage of his life.
It melts the tension from his neck and shoulders until he’s a little puddle of lamb on the sheets. And Chuuya can’t help but get wetter and wetter with each pass of the wolf’s large hands over his waist, or every brush against the underside of his tail.
Chuuya remembers the first time Dazai saw his tail, actually.
He was so shocked.
“I didn’t know sheep could have long tails!” he exclaimed, stroking it with an awed expression. “The sheep in the city only ever had short tails.”
“City sheep think it’s a fashion statement, our herd didn’t care,” Chuuya explained.
That was also the day Chuuya learned that Dazai was from the city. So they both learned something new that day.
“—Fuck,” he moans, the wolf’s knuckles digging into his spine and dragging him from his thoughts.
“Good, little lamb?”
“So good…”
Dazai clambers over him, sitting on the backs of Chuuya’s thighs as he continues to work his fingers over the lamb’s sore muscles.
He rocks his hips forward, and Chuuya moans for an entirely different reason.
The wolf’s erections slides between his thighs and against his cunt. Chuuya’s clit gets caught on each rut forward by the head of his cock, and it sends waves of pleasure through him. He’s so relaxed, so comfortable, Chuuya doesn’t want to move, he just wants a lazy orgasm with Dazai’s chest pressed to his back.
Dazai can tell-- because of course he can-- and he keeps up a slow pace, rolling his hips and sliding his cock through the wet folds of Chuuya’s pussy. Nudging at his clit to make him gasp against the sheets.
The arousal washes over him with every touch of skin on skin, and Chuuya doesn’t think he’s ever been this comfortable, not even before he had their pups.
Dazai mouths over the back of his neck, hot, wet tongue lapping at the skin as he leaves light scratches with his fangs.
The massage eventually stops as the wolf’s hands find Chuuya’s waist, gripping him as he thrusts his cock between Chuuya’s thighs.
A slow orgasm passes through Chuuya with a whine, and he shivers as he quickly comes down from it. It’s not the most powerful orgasm he’s ever felt, but fuck was it welcome-- every muscle in his body melts.
Chuuya hasn’t come in weeks.
Dazai sighs into his neck when the lamb’s thighs squeeze around him, and he nips at his earlobe.
“Can I fuck you now, sweetheart?” he rumbles, nuzzling into Chuuya’s hair.
He nods with a quiet hum. Letting the wolf manhandle him, and slide a pillow under his hips.
Dazai is incredibly gentle, and Chuuya rarely has him in such a soft mood. So willing to pamper the lamb and dote on him. But it’s always lovely when it happens.
He litters kisses across Chuuya’s back as he guides the tip of his cock through Chuuya’s folds, collecting slick on the head, before lining himself up at the lamb’s entrance. He pushes in with a groan, and Chuuya does his best to stay still, and not wriggle his hips with the feeling of being full once again.
But he’s more than happy to lay in place, pressing his mouth to the pillow to muffle any sounds he makes, letting Dazai do all the work.
The wolf doesn’t seem to mind much either, happy to rock inside Chuuya with little grunts and groans of his own. Stifling them against Chuuya’s back and neck.
His hand slides down to the lamb’s tail, wrapping his fingers around the base like a cock and stoking it. Chuuya moans as it sends shivers up his spine, his tail has never been the most sensitive part of him, but ever since Dazai started grabbing at it, it’s become another ticklish.
...And then he’s left painfully empty as Dazai pulls out.
“What are you doing,” he whines.
The wolf laughs at him as he easily turns Chuuya onto his back. “Relax, little lamb,” he drawls, leaning down to nip at Chuuya’s collarbone as he slips back inside him.
Chuuya stays just as limp and as comfortable as before, letting himself be manhandled. Moaning quietly as the wolf fucks him slowly.
The feeling of being filled is so nice, having Dazai’s cock spread the walls of his cunt so wide until it feels like he’s bursting at the seams so pleasantly. It’s always a fantastic feeling.
The wolf’s mouth attaches itself to Chuuya’s breast, suckling at the nipple with a wet slurp.
“Stop it,” Chuuya whines, his nipples are still incredibly sensitive, even though it’s been years since he fed the pups.
Dazai ignores him though, fondling the other breast as he sucks at the right.
It’s been ages since Chuuya breastfed the pups, and while the experience wasn’t enjoyable, he doesn’t regret it. He had never thought that Dazai might want a taste.
He moans around his nipple as a small amount of milk drips into his mouth. His tongue and teeth licking and nibbling at the lamb’s nipple, trying to force more milk out of him.
“’Samu,” he whines, the feeling of Dazai’s cock fucking into him so slowly, and the mouth latched around his breast, sucking the tiny amounts of milk from him, is almost overwhelming. The babies were not gentle when Chuuya was breastfeeding, and while Dazai isn’t exactly gentle either, there’s pleasure in other parts of his body that more than makes up for it.
Chuuya didn’t think he would still be able to breastfeed after so long. But of course, Dazai has to prove him wrong.
The wolf hums as he detaches, “You taste delicious.”
“You’re weird!” Chuuya complains half-heartedly. Threading his fingers through Dazai’s hair to pull him away from his chest.
He grumbles quietly, pouting at Chuuya.
“You’re a giant baby,” the lamb tells him.
Dazai grins, licking his sharp fangs. “Does that mean I can keep drinking your milk?”
“Absolutely not,” Chuuya tells him. “Just keep fucking me, stupid wolf.”
A wet tongue is dragged up Chuuya’s cheeks, and he grimaces, meeting Dazai’s happy, shining eyes. “Your wish is my command, little lamb.”
And he does just that.
Rocking into Chuuya until they’re both brought to a gentle, but still mind-blowing orgasm, and held in place with a knot.
Yeah, Chuuya is happy here, he thinks, snuggled up against the wolf’s chest.
Does he miss his herd? Sometimes, but despite how he ended up here, this family-- his family-- has become more important to him.
His pups mean the world to him, and so does his wolf.