ahhh thinking about mama dazai fucking nursing you back to health in his own special way
your shared futon is hot. not from being cradled by osamu this time though. no…
shivers and shudders wracked your heated body like rattling train tracks. heat swelled up in every corner of your brain; a fever.
your baby bottle laid empty atop your chest. though, every now and then your lips would find it again, suckling for even a little bit more.
everything around you was just so hot. and everything inside you was absolutely exhausted.
so… you did what any delirious person would do. probably.
languid footsteps led dazai into the thick air of your shared space. brown brows knitted together as his eyes scanned your surrounding for any possible danger.
“what happened, bella?” his eyes softened.
a half-assed raspberry was generously directed at him.
“haha. very funny bella.” with a roll of his eyes, dazai seated himself beside your laden frame on the futon. “mama’s made you some soup, ok? you ok with soup?”
“mama’s right here, baby. he’s not going anywhere. now, our soups just cooling down in the kitchen, give it about… 10 minutes?”
a soft sniffle clicked the mans focus entirely back onto you.
you looked fine. well, as fine as someone deliriously feverish could be. youd taken all your medicine already too — evident by the faintly lingering taste of cough syrup in both your mouths.
oh well, it wasnt his fault that you were so whiny when it came to taking medicine. he just had to resort to the old mama-bird method…
a burp hiccuped its way out your throat. there goes your stomachache. “i want more milk.”
a sigh. “i dont think so, bella. that theres your third bottle yet.”
as the bubbles of a cry began to stir in your lungs and eyes — dazai’s arms stuffed you into his chest.
“no crying, bella. what did mommy say about pouting and whining so much, hm?”
“milk…! more, more… moreee—“
the futon pillow cradled your head softly. but not as sweetly as your mommy’s, wrapping around the crown of your scalp and bringing you closer, closer, closer to his mouth.
there was always a faint sweet taste in your mouth now. probably from all that milk. ever since dazai had slowly but surely inked its way into your schedule — you couldnt get enough.
and dazai… dazai stayed relatively the same. the same doting, caring, and loving mommy he’d always been for you.
your eyes, hot and heavy as they already were, kissed the back of your skull as both his tongue and his hands tended to your sore body.
lukewarm palms rode over the plushness of your skin. groping and massaging at whatever they could.
after ages spent drinking up your sweet saliva, your mama pulled away, not nearly panting as much as you. “there… haa— enough action for you to take another nap, baby?”
you felt even dizzier from all of mama’s kisses. but, your congestion had gone away! still…
and with a long smiley sigh, he came in once more with a small sweet peck on the lips.
“alright, baby. mama’ll get you your milk, okay? just stay there and—“
nono. stay there? he was gonna leave? no. no that couldnt happen!
mustering up all your strength, you managed to throw yourself onto his now pinned form. he let out a soft ‘oomph!’ beneath you.
“mama needs to stay…!” three kisses.
they were by all means sloppy and undirected. however, seeing you try so hard to mimic his tongue was so cute — dazai couldn’t help but let it happen just a few more times.
and by the time your hot little head had worn itself out whining and kissing, your mommy’s hands were snaking around your waist —
tugging your body snug against his.
“fuck, bella… you dont know what you do to me, to mommy…”
a hard tent rocked against your crotch. a special place only mommy could touch.
“youre so needy… so cute… so sweet to mommy. how could i deserve you?”
yet another whine vibrated along the sensitive side of his neck.
“ah! ok, ok, baby… you want some milk? mama can give you some milk.”
“uuh— t-too much— m-mama too much…!”
“shhh, sweetie… how can mama give you his milk if your sweet little hole isnt ready for it?”
your mamas tongue lapped generously along the walls of your pussy, pinching your clit in rhythmic tandem —
and he had been for the last hour.
“m-mommy— hic! mama! m-my pussy’s gonna break…!”
chocolate eyes batted up at you as he finally, finally pulled away from your sobbing, twitching hole for more than five seconds.
“then break. mommy’ll just put you back together again.”
or maybe five seconds was too generous for him.
your inner thighs and convulsing little hole had been painted with mommy’s spit. now swirling in your mouth as he kissed your cries away tenderly.
“mmh… sorry, sweet pea. did mommy go too far? he just wanted you to be happy… you understand, don’t you?”
“good baby. mommy knows best.”
sweetly, softly and suddenly — something warm and long was poking through that sensitive little hole.
chapped lips found their way back onto your lips with ease. soothing and smothering your whines once more as mamas hips rocked your back and forth.
there was a soft rhythm to the schlops and squeaks coming from you. one that mama cradled close to his chest.
the heat that once swelled in your head was still there. but it was nothing compared to the tingling feeling mommy’s tongue made.
nor the cloudy euphoria his cock was pumping.
slowly… back and forth. back and forth.
mommys cock kissed the inside of your stomach sweetly with every rock, holding you dearly as your tears dribbled languidly.
“fuck, baby — mamas gonna cum early if you keep sniffling and squeezing.”
mama was gonna cum? inside? filling your tummy up with cum?— no, milk?
the thought of it sent happy waves up and down your spine — setting everything ablaze as your pussy clamped down yet again.
a low groan reverberated along your bones as mommy kissed you again. this time holding you even tighter as his balls slapped against your ass instead of rocking.
“uuh! uuh! uuh! m-mamaaa!”
your voice bounced up and down from his cock, your bodies slapping together with a lewd; pap! pap! pap!
pistoning in and out with sloppy slurps of your dripping pussy. a mess of your cum and probably a bit of urine from overstimulation.
“drink it all up, baby. i’m gonna make your womb drink up all of mama’s cum — all of mama’s milk.”
everything short-circuited once his tip kissed your cervix.
“yes… y-yes…! mama… mama’s milk…”
with as much stretch as you could muster up, your legs slowly but surely wrapped around your mommy’s waist.
“good baby. you sure, haa, love mama’s milk, don’t you? ahh! m-might just have to give you it all the time, huh?”
and so your womb was stuffed full of his milk. hot, creamy, and filling. already starting to slosh around in your tummy.
and of course he’d feed you again next time. he was your mommy after all.
i….. OH MY GODDDD WOW …… WOW IM TRULY. BREATH HAS BEEN TAKEN THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!!
i literally hollered at the mama-birding the cough syrup AND HIM CALLING YOU SWEET PEA
i just love love love mama dazai so much i think you characterize this both domineering yet gentle and nurturing version of dazai so perfectly its so beautiful and soooooooooo sexy like im blushing and squirming reading it oh my gawdddddddd
and you capture nearly everything i love abt age play too its SOOO perfect…. but next time reader should demand to suck on dazai’s nipples too teehehehehehe
