Lactation

Era - Blank Period

Uchiha Sakura woke from her sleep with a groan and dragged her feet into the bathroom to start her day. She showered and just as she was brushing her teeth, her husband entered the room.

"Morning, Sakura. How'd you sleep?" She spat toothpaste into the sink, rinsing it down with water.

"Terribly. I know we agreed it was time to ween Sarada off my breastmilk but I didn't realize how long I'd keep producing milk.. I've gone up almost 2 cup sizes!" Her husband kept quiet, a playful look in his eye. "Yes that's a problem, asshole. They hurt so much..." She confessed, albeit with some embarrassment. Sasuke appeared thoughtful for a moment.

"Well then the solution is simple." He told her. She looked perplexed. "You just need to relieve some of the swelling." The green-eyed woman rolled said eyes, a look of irritation beginning to spread across her face.

"Sasuke-kun, my boobs are swollen because they're full of milk. And we agreed already that it's time to-" Before her sentence could be finished, she felt his lips against her collar bone. He gently kissed her neck, nuzzling closely to his beloved wife. Her voice hitched in her throat.

"You think I don't know that?" He kissed her harder, his teeth gently digging into her skin. She couldn't keep from whimpering in pain. Or was it pleasure? The truth was, it was both. And both of the Uchiha loved it. His hands danced down her sides to lift her red silk blouse from her body. As he stripped her, he walked her closer and closer to the wall where he pinned her. He barely lifted his face from her neck, lowering his gaze to her swollen chest. Her creamy bust spilled over the green lace of her bra, entrancing the man's gaze. The pinkette giggled.

"Sasuke-kun?" She eventually called out to him, tipping his chin back up to her face. "You're drooling."

"What? I.. I am not." He argued, barely able to get his sentence out before her lips found his, her open mouth teasing and inviting. He couldn't keep away, nor did he have any desire to try. Sasuke held her wrists, pinning her hands above her head. He did not intend on letting her get the upper hand- she was his to do what he wanted with. Now, all he wanted to do was relieve his wife of her uncomfortable swelling.

The fact that he planned to do so in such a perverse, sexual way was just a coincidence.

As she gasped for air between their kissing, he let her wrists go and dragged calloused fingertips down her face, neck and finally chest. Teasingly so, and earning a defeated, frustrated complaint, he trailed the lace finish of her bra, barely touching her skin. Watching her breathe, Sasuke hooked his finger into a cup and pulled it down, Sakura's breast spilling out. He kissed up her neck again, his hand quickly making its away to her sensitive nipple. She moaned. He was gentle but firm, his actions slow but assertive.

"Don't tease me, asshole..." she whined, putting up a pathetic fight to his incessant tweaking. She felt his mouth meet her breast, his tongue circling her nipple. He looked up at her, another teasing look twinkling in ebony eyes.

"You sure you want me to stop teasing you?"

"Yes god dammit!" His lips reattached to her breast, his hand cupping its twin, and he began to suck. Soon his mouth was filled with sweet liquid. He felt his face get hot. Was this weird? Drinking his wife's breastmilk? Maybe so. But she sounded so sexy, moaning as his tongue swirled and his hand massaged the other.

The milk he found, was sweet. Very sweet. Uniquely so. He enjoyed it. Her hands twisted in his hair. He pulled off her chest.

"Feeling better?" She nodded, a beautiful sight of bliss on her face.