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His omega lay asleep, nesting in pillows and blankets, draped over what had since become their bed. Megumi looked so peaceful, just what Toji wanted to see upon entering his house; a happy mate meant a happy home.
Toji’s eyes trailed up his son’s body. His legs were bare, and Toji wanted to stroke at his skin and grab his thick thighs, groping at his flesh. It was so tempting, especially when Megumi looked like this.
His pregnant belly was so round, now in his third trimester, and his shirt had ridden up under his milk-swollen tits. Toji had tried to convince Megumi to stay naked, but Megumi always argued against it. He said he liked when Daddy undressed him, like he was unwrapping a lovely present.
Just thinking about it made Toji’s cock twitch.
He was tempted to wake Megumi up just to have him, a little welcome home treat. He would certainly be horny after Toji had been gone all day. Every time Toji arrived home, both of them burned with the desire for Toji to claim his omega again. Toji liked to blame it on Megumi, for being so damn horny all the time. Lately, it was all Megumi did; fuck and eat. But Toji wanted his boy just as much. If Megumi wasn’t naturally horny, Toji would’ve taken matters into his own hands.
However, after mating, it didn't take long for Megumi to become pregnant. His heats were long and drawn out, Megumi's body begging to be bred by his alpha.
Toji couldn’t deny his cock yearned for it too. He fucked Megumi so often, like a wild animal, biting down on its prey.
A few heats later, Megumi had begun to collect…items. Mostly comfortable things, blankets, sweatshirts, pillows, and a pair of Toji’s boxers so he could smell Toji’s pure scent. Toji didn’t need to buy Megumi a test to know his omega was pregnant.
Toji lowered himself down to the nest and gently stroked his fingers over Megumi’s rotund belly. The skin was pulled so tight, stretched like over the top of a drum. Megumi’s skin was so smooth though, barely a blemish on it, despite having grown so much in a short period of time. At first, the baby had been such a tiny little bump, just the tiny curve of his stomach, and now it took up so much of his lower half, his tummy expanded out into his lap when he sat.
Tickling Megumi’s belly, Toji moved his eyes upward, staring at the t-shirt covering Megumi’s tits. They were so swollen now, and Toji had been checking every day to see if Megumi was leaking from them yet. Toji knew it was for his child, but he was already jealous, wanting to suck Megumi’s milk down.
Fingers stroked through messy black hair and Megumi let out a soft groan. His nostrils flared, immediately recognizing his alpha’s scent upon being close to him.
“Daddy,” he mumbled, his eyes staying shut. Megumi hummed softly, nuzzling his head against Toji’s hand.
“I’m home, baby,” Toji whispered, leaning over to peck the corner of Megumi’s mouth.
Megumi sighed, his long eyelashes fluttering against his upper cheeks. He groaned again, and opened his eyes, the emerald color piercing Toji’s heart. His cock throbbed in his pants, and he took in his mate’s scent. “We missed you, Daddy.”
“I missed you too, my sweet omega,” Toji cooed, leaning down to rub his nose against Megumi’s scent glands. He couldn’t help but stroke his son’s belly, too. “Did you two sleep all day?”
Slowly pushing himself up, Megumi nodded. “Mostly. The baby kicked a few times and I ate something, but the nest is so comfortable,” he muttered. He flopped back onto the pillows, leaning against them as he spread his hands out over his belly.
Megumi had been living in the nest since he built it. He claimed he needed the space to be his home. It would most likely be home for their pup, at least while Megumi nursed the baby and Toji was fully prepared to have Megumi in the damn nest for the next year and a half. Honestly, he didn't care where Megumi sat as long as he could fuck him senseless when Megumi was feeling up for it.
A yawn slipped from Megumi’s lips, and he adjusted how he was sitting, the shorts’ waistband resting just below his belly. "I'm horny," he mumbled, and he ran his hands up and down his skin, knowing the pregnant belly turned Toji on. Megumi was also very vocal lately about what he needed from his daddy, and Toji was more than happy to oblige.
"Yes baby," Toji purred, kissing his neck. "Do you need Daddy's cock?"
"Yes, please!" Megumi whimpered. "My chest hurts too. Will you… check?” His cheeks were flushed and his hands moved back up his belly, to play with the end of his shirt.
Oh, his boy was so eager! So desperate to have Daddy drink down his milk. Toji licked his lips, and pulled back to stare at his son, his mate, the most perfect creature in the whole damn world.
Toji ran his fingers up Megumi’s belly, and stroked over the edge of the crumpled up t-shirt. He narrowed his eyes. “Have you been good today, baby boy, or did you have to come without your alpha?”
Blinking, Megumi shook his head. “I’ve been good. I…” He pressed his teeth into his lower lip as if holding something back.
“What, baby?” Toji said, leaning down to kiss his lips. Megumi moaned into the feeling, nipping at Toji. It didn’t take much to get his son going nowadays.
“I… I can’t really reach without you! It’s hard,” Megumi admitted, his cheeks bright red. A few times he’d been embarrassed about how he looked but the second Toji began to fuck him, Megumi turned into a moaning mess, realizing how sexy it was to be stuffed.
Toji raised his eyebrow, looking at Megumi’s body. He supposed his belly did get in the way of his cock, but… “I dunno, baby. Would that stop you?” A smirk pulled across his lips. “It’s possible you just rubbed against the floor, or humped a pillow.”
Panting, Megumi shook his head. “I didn’t, you can check.”
“Alright,” Toji nodded. “I’ll help you stand up.” He held his hands out, grabbing under Megumi’s elbows as he helped the omega shakily stand up. “There you go, baby.” From this angle, Toji could see how big the bulge was in Megumi’s shorts, and he wondered how long he’d been hard for. Toji liked to imagine Megumi lying in his nest, panting and rutting against the blankets and pillows, so horny for his alpha.
The omega hissed when Toji yanked down his shorts. The tip of Megumi’s cock was bright red and it rested hard against the underside of his belly. Humming, Toji leaned in, looking at Megumi’s sac. It certainly looked swollen, like he hadn’t come in days, even though they had fucked this morning. Toji reached forward and gave Megumi’s sac a light squeeze, pulling a gasp from his omega’s lips.
He gently pat Megumi’s belly, knowing there was plenty of cum in his balls for the evening. “Good boy. You know I like emptying you myself.”
Megumi quickly nodded, keeping his teeth pressed to his lip. Toji loved the way his little knees shook, his body aching for release.
“Speaking of,” Toji chuckled. “Let’s take a look at those tits of yours.” Reaching forward, Toji took Megumi’s hand and placed the other on his back, helping him to lay back down in the nest.
“They were really sore today,” Megumi muttered, hooking his fingers under the shirt. He tossed it to the side, his little tits bouncing as he released them.
Toji immediately licked his lips at the sight. “Oh, Megumi… you’re so fucking sexy.” Megumi’s nipples were puffy and swollen, as if he had used the pumps on them, but this was better, completely natural. His nipples were pushed out, red and angry, like they needed release as bad as his cock. Before, Megumi’s pecs were plush, but now, he had tits; round little tits, B cups, maybe Cs… though Toji could fit them easily in the palms of his big hands.
Wiggling his tits back and forth, Megumi smirked. “Please check me for milk, Daddy.”
Toji growled; his omega could be such a little piece of work. He scooped under them and jiggled them in his palms. “Shit baby, your tits got huge.”
“For our baby,” Megumi said, stroking over his belly again, his emerald eyes never leaving his father. His son had taken to the role of omega so quickly, immediately turning into a slutty little temptress. How the hell was Toji supposed to say no to this kid?
“I know,” Toji whispered, leaning forward to nudge his nose against the glands on Megumi’s neck. His scent had changed since he got pregnant, and even now, it had morphed into something milkier.
He brushed his thumbs over Megumi’s nipples, sucking on his neck. Whimpers slipped from Megumi’s mouth, soft panting noises, full of desperation. “They’re sore, Daddy.” "
“Mmm,” Toji hummed, tugging gently on his son’s nipples. He cupped under his swollen tits and groped at them, kneading his soft flesh. Megumi’s moans interlaced with his whimpers and he cried out when Toji squeezed at his flesh. “I think you’re full enough, baby.”
Panting, Megumi’s head dropped back against the plush pillows. “Finally,” he breathed out, rolling his hips up.
Toji licked his lips, already imagining the sweet nectar that would bless his tongue shortly. He just needed to help Megumi get the flow started. “You ready, baby?” he asked, once again touching Megumi's nipples. “I’ll help you, okay?” he purred, nuzzling his nose against Megumi’s soft skin.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Megumi’s soft voice always made Toji growl. His son was so soft and pliant, needy, everything Toji could’ve wanted in an omega. His son was perfect for him and him alone. No one else would ever touch him, and Toji, his alpha, would take very good care of his perfect baby.
Scooping under his right tit, Toji gently began to rub the flesh, warming it between his palm. He kneaded Megumi’s tit, pushing on it, palming his way down to the nipple. Hot breaths of air slipped from Megumi’s lips, little huffs of breath. He moaned, spreading his legs as he began to hump up. His hard little cock slapped against the underside of his belly and he rolled his head back and forth. “Shhh,” Toji said, stroking his other hand over the curve of Megumi’s stomach. “Calm down, baby.”
“Hgn,” Megumi groaned, knuckles white as he gripped at the plush blankets beneath him. “I feel it, Daddy. It… I want it to come out.”
“It will, baby, be patient,” Toji huffed. He tugged on Megumi’s nipple a bit harder, squeezing at his swollen bud. He groped the curve of his breast once more, and slid his hand down to the nipple, pulling on it, like a cow’s teat, trying to get the milk flowing.
“Ah! A-Ah! Daddy, it’s c-coming!” His chest thrust up toward Toji’s fingers, his body twitching as it moved against his will.
“That’s it, baby boy. Let it out. Let it all out for Daddy.” He squeezed at the bud harder, until a gentle bubble of white dribbled out from his flesh. It was the tiniest bead of milk, but Toji’s face flushed, happy he could start the flow for his son. “There you go, baby.” Leaning down, he lapped his tongue against Megumi’s tit, sucking down the small droplet of milk.
“Daddy!” Megumi whined, wrapping his arms around Toji’s head, holding him close. “Please, drain my tits.”
Toji chuckled, flicking his tongue over the bud of Megumi’s nipple, now coated in a soft film of milk. “You didn’t even have to ask, Megumi,” he purred and wrapped his lips around Megumi’s tit.
At first, Toji only got a few drops of milk against his tongue, despite sucking vigorously. He pulled and pulled at Megumi’s flesh with his mouth, his tongue rolling up against Megumi’s nipple. However, it didn’t take long to get a steady flow, and oh, how delicious it was. The white, creamy liquid rolled over Toji’s tongue and gushed down into his throat, filling up his stomach. Fuck, if he could live off of his son’s milk, he would.
He greedily drank from Megumi’s chest, pushing his feet into the ground. He sucked and sucked, slurping at Megumi’s skin loudly.
“Daddy, Daddy!” Megumi groaned. “The- The other one,” he whined; a greedy little thing.
“I know, baby,” he said, gently patting the top of his stomach. “Daddy’s got you.”
He pulled up, licking his lips as he stared down at his pregnant mate, his son. Fuck, Megumi was so damn sexy. And to think at one point, he thought his son was going to be a useless beta. Now Megumi was the picture of perfection; mouth open, cheeks red and flushed, his round belly jutting out. He was reliant, desperate and needy for his alpha, everything Toji could’ve needed out of a mate. Toji would have to breed him silly, keep him nice and fat for his alpha always.
Toji stared down at him, eyes full of adoration as he kneaded at his other tit, doing the same as he had done to the first. Megumi’s eyes fluttered shut, moaning as he waited for the flow to release.
It didn’t take long for his other nipple to start leaking, his body a mess. Toji was certain his ass would be soaking by now, desperate to be fucked.
However, Toji was a patient man. He didn’t mind forcing Megumi to wait, especially if it meant he would be needier and hornier when the time came for them to fuck. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over Megumi’s tit, licking and suckling on Megumi’s nipple. He pulled and scraped over his son’s flesh, sucking down the sweet milk.
It was delicious, the creamy taste only amplified by the knowledge that Megumi’s body had produced this for their own child. It made the taste sweeter, more delicious. It rolled down Toji’s throat, and he gulped down every bit of the milk.
Megumi was a mess, his chest leaking, his body rolling lazily against the pillows. With how large he was, it was difficult for his body to move much more, but it didn’t stop him from trying. He whimpered and whined, the word ‘Daddy’ slipping from his lips constantly. He was such a needy little thing, only here for Toji to take care of. The more he sucked on Megumi’s tits, the more milk he would produce, making his tits even larger. Toji liked imagining it.
Toji suckled on Megumi’s left nipple, then his right, swapping between both of them. His large hands squeezed and tugged, pulling every last drop of milk from his body. “Does it feel better, Megumi?” Toji asked, stroking over his son’s belly.
Megumi nodded rapidly. “But… I need you to fuck me, Daddy, please!” he whimpered.
Toji rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. Of course he was going to fuck Megumi, his own cock was dying in his pants. However, he wasn’t about to give Megumi everything he wanted immediately; the boy was bratty enough.
“You’re so needy, aren’t you? I suck your tits dry for you and you still want more.”
Megumi’s hips twitched, his little cock leaking against his belly. It was so beautifully needy looking, Toji could’ve come in his damn pants. “Please, alpha, I need you,” Megumi added, and Toji knew his son knew exactly what he was doing.
Growling, Toji slammed their lips together, kissing him aggressively. He hoped Megumi could taste his own sweet milk, still coating Toji’s tongue. “Mine,” he snarled, the animalistic need to have his omega taking over as always. “Hands and knees,” he demanded. “I gotta check your hole.”
Megumi nodded slowly, pushing himself up with a soft wince. His eyes twitched, and he groaned, rolling to his side as he held himself up shakily with his thin arms. His stomach was so swollen, the top of it brushed against some pillows. It was almost cruel to have him at this angle, but Toji loved mating him like this. His ass was always raised perfectly, inviting Toji’s cock to fuck him. Right now, his hole was still wide from this morning, covered in wet slick.
Leaning forward, Toji cupped at Megumi’s ass, spreading his cheeks. “Wow, baby. You got so turned on, just from me drinking from you!” Toji chuckled, shoving two fingers inside with ease. “I don’t think I even need to stretch you.”
“Please, Daddy!” Megumi whimpered. His arms shook, his head leaning back. “Please give me your cock!”
Toji gently rubbed over Megumi’s smooth ass, before pulling his hand back and bringing it down with a loud smack. Megumi yelped, jerking forward. “Good boy!” Toji praised. “Tell me how much you need your alpha’s cock.”
Megumi's own cock was so hard against his belly. He swung his hips forward, letting it slap against his rotund stomach. "Daddy, please," he panted, humping into the air. His little tits bounced against his stomach too, the sound of his own skin slapping together enough to make Toji growl with need.
Reaching down, he gripped Megumi's sac. “Time to empty this too, Megumi.”
“Hah… hah… yes, please, Daddy!” Megumi said, pushing himself back toward Toji, rubbing his ass against his father’s pants. Drips of pre-cum fell to the floor, mingling with leftover drops of milk which dribbled from Megumi’s nipples.
This was the headspace where Megumi was absolutely perfect. Toji loved seeing him like this.
“Daddy’s coming, baby boy. He’s got you.” Toji shoved down his pants, his knot already beginning to swell at the base of his cock. It was impressive how easily Megumi could make him do that. The boy could probably get Toji to pop his knot without even being inside of him.
But it was always better when he was.
Gripping Megumi’s hips, Toji pulled his ass up and slammed his cock inside. As always, Megumi’s ass sucked him in, the slick immediately covering his cock.
“T-Thank you, Daddy… thank you!” Megumi begged, his head falling forward as he did. Even bred, Megumi was such a good little cock-warming slut. He enjoyed being filled with their child and Toji’s cock, wanting to feel full of Toji, his alpha, and nothing else.
With a soft grunt, Toji planted his feet against the ground, pumping himself into Megumi. He gripped the boy’s hips, pushing his cock deep inside, slamming their bodies together. Their connection was full of heat, and slick, the nest stinking of sex and mating. Their scents, which were bonded, mingled together perfectly.
Megumi shook beneath him. His cock slapped against his pregnant belly, his whole body jiggling with each thrust. It was so sexy to watch; Megumi, filled with him completely. “Can you come for me, baby boy?”
Toji howled, pumping into him faster as drool slipped down Megumi’s chin. Toji doubted the boy could answer. But he felt Megumi weakly pushing his hips back, trying to chase his release. Toji sped up, pushing himself inside of Megumi, letting his ass stretch around Toji’s growing knot.
“I-I… Daddy~!” Megumi moaned, cum shooting from his cock. It spurted out of him, onto the ground, sticking to his large belly.
“That’s it,” Toji chuckled, rubbing at Megumi’s ass. “Let it all out for me.” Still, Toji knew his son wasn’t done. In fact, it didn’t take long for Megumi to get hard almost immediately again, his balls not empty.
Toji slowly pulled out of Megumi, not wanting his knot to swell or catch in his ass just yet. Lowering himself down to the nest, he watched Megumi tremble on his hands and knees. Milk flowed more freely from his breasts, dripping into tiny little puddles on the blanket below him.
Slapping down against his own thighs, Toji looked at his messy son. “Come on, baby. Ride my cock. Show me how much you want my knot.”
Megumi took in a deep breath, nodding his head as he shakily let himself lower to the ground. On his side, he looked at Toji’s cock, glistening, covered in slick. His pupils were blown wide, clearly excited to have the cock inside of him once more. He sat up slowly, and pushed himself up, waddling over to Toji as he straddled his hips.
A hand shot out to grip Megumi’s waist, lowering him down slowly, wanting him to sit on Toji’s cock properly. He knew it was impossible for his boy to see anything from this angle.
Megumi moaned, his head dipping back, his dark hair sweaty at the tips, sticking to his neck. He gripped Toji’s shoulders, holding himself up. He was so damn beautiful, and looked just like his mother, Toji’s first mate. No wonder Megumi was so perfect for him.
“Fuck yes, baby… you’re so warm. Daddy can’t hold back his knot much longer.”
“Good,” Megumi grunted, as he started to pathetically bounce on Toji’s cock. He couldn’t quite lift himself up all the way, his body heavy, but Megumi tried. He certainly did, his body shaking as he rocked his hips forward. His little cock was red again, swollen and hard.
Toji reached forward, stroking over Megumi’s belly. “You’re mine, Megumi,” he purred, looking up at his pretty omega. “You’ve been bred with my child and I’m gonna get you pregnant again and again, breeding you until I can’t anymore.”
The grip on Toji’s shoulders tightened and Megumi began to bounce faster. “Please, Daddy… I’m yours.”
“That’s right,” Toji smirked. He leaned forward once more, flicking his tongue against Megumi’s nipples, catching some of the final droplets of milk. It would be a little bit until they replenished his supply, but the second Megumi was full again, Toji would drink. “Mine,” he growled, tugging on Megumi’s skin gently with his teeth.
Toji humped up into his boy, his cock swelling even more as he began to match Megumi’s thrusts, drinking at his chest while he did. Drinking from Megumi and fucking him was absolutely delicious, Toji’s entire body felt warm, filled with everything he could’ve wanted and more.
Megumi’s hips moved frantically, desperate to find his release. “Daddy… please… your knot.”
“I know, baby. It’s coming,” he grunted, slamming into him faster and faster.
“A-Ah! Megumi groaned, his cock twitching and spurting out his finish once more, covering Toji’s shirt with his white, milky cum. It was a beautiful sight, getting Megumi to come over and over while pregnant with Toji’s child.
“There it is, ngh…” Toji growled once more, unable to hold himself back. He slammed his hips deep into Megumi, his knot swelling rounder and rounder as they locked themselves into place.
Megumi moaned, leaning down to kiss the side of Toji’s lips, hot breath tickling his skin. “Daddy, your knot is perfect. I wish I could get bred again,” he whined, rubbing at his belly.
Panting, Toji nodded, stroking his hands over Megumi’s swollen belly, touching at the skin too. “Don’t worry baby, this won’t be your last time being pregnant.”
With a sigh, Megumi rested his head on Toji’s shoulder, knowing they’d be stuck together for a decent amount of time. “I’ll be yours forever, Daddy. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Mmm,” Toji hummed, stroking over Megumi’s naked back. “Of course you will, baby boy. My perfect omega.”
“Perfect,” Megumi repeated, mumbling against Toji’s shoulder.
No matter what, Megumi would always be Toji’s, his omega, and Toji would take care of him for as long as he could. They were mates, soon to be parents, and Toji was certain he would breed this omega as many damn times as he could. He didn’t need anything else, just his son, his perfect omega.