Weak Hero Oneshots

Ben [Nursing]

let us appreciate Ben for a moment ❤️😮‍💨

Contains: suggestive impregnation, breastfeeding (lactophilia), lactating, fingering, cum stuffing, missionary, flat doggy style, cock warming and slight choking (he just kinda grabs you by the throat)

-you both are aged up since you have a kid...I changed the character twice before settling on Ben cuz he's everyone friendly future dilf and he's like the family man type?!
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You saw how Ben looked at you when you breastfed your baby. How he cleared his throat and shifted in his pants while staring holes into your child's head as the baby kneaded at your boob to eat.

You would always giggle to yourself when Ben insisted he watch and 'help' you while you had to nurse your baby. Sometimes you'd be startled to feel him turn over and knead your breasts but before you could say anything, Ben would pipe in with his excuse of. "I'm massaging them! It's so they feel better!"

Although it was cute, it annoyed you endlessly. You'd huff in bed as he began his gaggle of massaging your breasts saying it would help when all it did was draw milk from your nipples that soaked through your (actually it's Ben's) shirt.

Hearing a loud cry come from the baby room, you shot up and made your way to the small room. Shivering softly as the temperature in the house bit at your bare legs, you leaned down and cradled your baby in your arms, cooing as their soft cries turned into whimpers.

You padded back into your bedroom, ignoring the shaking of your legs. Why did you think it was a bright idea to prance around your house in your panties and a shirt- in the middle of winter..?! (Well cuz Ben keeps you warm all night duh-)

Walking into the room, you saw that Ben was sitting up in bed waiting patiently as he twiddled his fingers.

"Hold him please." Gently pressing your baby into Ben's arms, you tore off your shirt and threw it into the clothing bin before scooping (B/n) back into your arms. Noticing how Ben's muscles rippled when he handed you the baby.

Making your way to your side of the bed, you pushed pillow and blankets together in a makeshift nest, before plopping down and letting your baby latch onto your nipple.

Soft hiccups turned into lulls of content as (B/n) focused unconsciously on kneading at your breasts. You sighed out of relief and cradled your baby ever so gently.

Though, the quiet joy didn't last long as rustles of blankets were heard as Ben moved around. Annoyed and finally to your last straw, you turned to Ben, and beckoned him over to you.

"Go ahead." Silence..."I don't know what you-" You groaned and gave Ben the meanest look, finally something clicked in his brain, as he shifted close to your and moved so he was nestled between your thighs, with his head pressed desperately against your breast.

Ben felt flustered but also joy that his wishes were finally granted. In all honesty he had been dying to breastfeed since you fell pregnant, perhaps it was his inner desire to be babied and loved or something else..he didn't care.

Sighing, you cradled Ben's head as he kneaded and sucked at your nipple along with your son. Two babies...baha. You giggled internally before leaned your head back against your headboard and rested your eyes.

Ben closed his eyes, surprised how comforting this was. His mouth, puckered against your areola (nipple) and his arms wrapped around you, snugly.

Hearing the sleeping coos of your baby, you pried his mouth from your boob, and wiped his mouth clean. Rubbing Ben's back gently, you reluctantly pulled yourself away with him, quietly padding back to the baby room.