Wenseul
!! Lactation, ABO !!
This had to be the weirdest thing Seulgi ever did. And the weirdest thing Seungwan ever did as well. Though, the alpha looked like she enjoyed it. Her eyes lit up, curious yet happy, transfixed at Seulgi's breasts that were cupped within her hands.
"Seungwan.." Seulgi whimpered, biting her lips to prevent herself from moaning when Seungwan's fingers grazed her sensitive nipple.
Seungwan looked up, somewhat surprised to see whatever expression Seulgi was wearing. The alpha's surprise switched to concern in one second. She pulled her hand away as she leveled her gaze with Seulgi's. "Does that hurt you?"
Seulgi shook her head. "N-not really. But they're really…sensitive. And a bit too heavy, so I'd appreciate if you don't drag this longer."
"Oh, okay."
With that, Seungwan pressed her hand over Seulgi's left breast, gently squeezing it from base to the top. Seulgi can't help but to moan as milk spilled out of her nipple, feeling a sudden relief as the weight in her breast lessened considerably. The uncomfortable fullness slowly receded as Seungwan continued to massage her breast, pressing and pushing over the palpable lumps filled with milk.
The stimulation on her left breast prompted her right to start leaking. But Seungwan was busy cleaning the spilt liquid while massaging her. So Seulgi raised her own hand, covering her right breast, trying to prevent it from leaking too much and ruin Seungwan's bedsheet.
"Ah—" her effort was futile. A drop of whitish fluid fell unto Seungwan's bedsheet, followed by a steadier stream that was caused by the pressure she inflicted to her own breast.
Her voice caused Seungwan to look up. Before Seulgi managed to apologize, she shivered at the clouded hunger in Seungwan's eyes.
"I'm sorry…" she muttered, turning her head away to avoid Seungwan's gaze.
The alpha didn't respond. Instead, Seungwan shifted, moving her legs in such ways she ended up almost straddling Seulgi, but also in a far more comfortable position to face the troubled omega.
"It's fine." Seungwan muttered back. She put her other hand to Seulgi's right breast, giving it the same treatment with the left one. She swatted Seulgi when she tried to offer help, squeezing her breast a little harder when Seulgi protested.
It sent a pleasant jolt all over Seulgi's body. One that zapped through her spine straight to her pussy. Her womanhood had been tingling with need ever since Seungwan touched her breasts, but the way Seungwan fondled it firmer than before caused the itch to grow even bigger.
Seulgi only let Seungwan help because that was what friends do—help each other.
Bullshit. All of it. Of them both.
Seungwan knew Seulgi had the milking machine already—she didn't need anymore help. Yet she asked, and Seulgi allowed her. It was a lie if they told themselves this session was purely platonic; purely happening due to their obligation to help each other.
There was nothing platonic about fondling your best friend's breasts to milk her. Nothing platonic about the way Seulgi moaned and pushed her chest outwards with every gentle squeeze. Nothing platonic about the tent that was rapidly forming on Seungwan's booty shorts.
Nothing fucking platonic as Seungwan surged forward, catching Seulgi's leaking nipple between her lips.
A wanton cry escaped Seulgi as she looped her arms around Seungwan's head, crushing her into her chest as the alpha nipped and sucked her breast. Seulgi felt the rough surface of Seungwan's tounge swirling around her areola, poking into the small fissure that allowed milk to spill from her breasts.
Seungwan was tasting it—drinking it. She didn't let any more drops of milk wasted while she pushed Seulgi to lie on her back. Seulgi obeyed, falling into the soft mattress, fingers catching the fabric of Seungwan's tank top and grabbed on for dear life.
"Sweet."
Seulgi heard Seungwan muttering to her chest as the alpha pulled back. She felt her breasts much lighter than before, having been adequately milked. Seungwan didn't stop, though, licking a trail all over Seulgi's ribs. She kissed and licked up to Seulgi's collarbones, onto her neck and jaw, leaving a bite on Seulgi's neck along with a growl as she bucked her hips down.
Seulgi gasped. The heaviness in her breasts had apparently transferred to Seungwan. To the lengthy appendage on her crotch that now begged for attention.
The consistent pressure over her core had Seulgi reeling. That need, that emptiness in her, the unsatiated hunger that perfectly mirrored Seungwan's own prompted Seulgi to grind her hips down. Meeting Seungwan's bulge halfway, relishing in their harmonious moan as their sensitive centers pressed against each other.
Seulgi preened when Seungwan nipped her ear. The alpha bucked once, and twice, before she weighed down harder unto Seulgi's drenched womanhood. It thrilled Seulgi with want, of the anticipation for her chance to return the favor, for it was now her turn to milk Seungwan dry.
