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Happy Mother’s Day {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: Post pregnancy, angst, body image issues, breastfeeding, postpartum depression, mentions of cheating, miscommunication, lactation kink, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex

Comments: You are three months out from having your daughter Lily with your boyfriend Marcus Pike. He’s been secretive and there have been messages you've seen with his gorgeous - non post baby body - coworker. You think he’s cheating and Marcus is focused on making your Mother’s Day a day you always remember.

A/N: Postpartum depression and post baby body issues are a very valid thing. Motherhood is wonderful but it can take a toll on the mental health and physicality of those that bring life into the world.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Your entire world feels like it’s crumbling. Eyes watering as you look down at the baby, sleeping peacefully in her bassinet like there is nothing wrong. Even though everything was going to change when her father decides that he’s done trying to hide the relationship that he is obviously having with her. Of course he would want her. You are fat, covered in stretch marks, your boobs leak, you can’t even remember if you showered yesterday and most damning of all, he hasn’t touched you since Lily’s birth. “I’m so sorry.” You whisper to your daughter, regretting not being enough to keep him home, never wanting a broken home like you had been raised in. You had thought that Marcus Pike had felt the same way, but the way the text messages are flying, obviously not.

Marcus is nervous. Today is the day. He double checks he has everything on the tray. “Pancakes. Check. Bacon. Check. Eggs. Check. Mimosa. Check. Coffee. Check. Syrup. Check. Butt- butter. Shit. Butter.” He says, rushing to get some butter from the fridge. He cuts it up and places it in the pancakes. He adjusts the flower in the thin vase and he grins as he carries the tray into the bedroom, frowning when he sees you crying. “Baby? What - what’s wrong?” He asks, his happiness deflating at seeing you so upset.

Looking up, you swipe your eyes, plastering on a smile that you know probably looks fake. “N-nothing.” You promise, hating that he caught you crying. “Everything.” You admit, knowing he won’t believe you entirely. “Hormones.” You explain with half a shrug as if that explained everything. It should, you were emotional since finding out you were pregnant and even more so after you had Lily.

Marcus frowns, carrying the tray over to you. “Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart. First of many.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss your cheek and he frowns when you freeze. He sets the tray down on your lap, “I made all your favorites.” He says, “I, uh, since Lily can’t cook yet.” His joke falls flat and he shifts to look over at Lily. “Hey baby girl.” He coos, reaching out to stroke her head. He’s so in love with her it’s insane. He swears his heart is about to beat out of his chest every time he sees you breastfeeding her.

“I-, uh, thanks.” There’s no way that you could eat right now, already feeling like you are going to be sick. The text messages that you had seen before you had just turned off the iPad had made you want to throw up. ‘I don’t want to make her too suspicious. I want everything in place before I do this.’ Followed up by his co-worker’s reply. ‘God I love you Marcus ❤️ You are such a good man.’ You wonder how she could think he’s a good man when they are discussing him leaving.

He isn't sure what's wrong but he figures it could just be that you're tired. "You want me to take her while you eat your breakfast? Daddy has missed his little chickie." He coos, stroking her cheek with his finger. His nickname for her since she was born crying out until she quietened down and almost chirped whenever she needed something.

“Sure.” You nod, almost hating to see the affection he pours on his daughter. Not because of her, but because you know you are going to be heartbroken to not receive that kind of affection too. “I need to go to the bathroom.” You murmur, pushing off the bed and rushing to the safety of the en-suite.

Marcus frowns, watching you shut the door, and he sets the tray down on the dresser so nothing spills and he scoops up the baby. Cradling her in his arms as he walks towards the bathroom door. “What’s wrong with mommy, huh?” He whispers, leaning down to kiss her forehead before he stands next to the door. “Are you okay, baby? What’s wrong?” He asks, concern in his voice.

“I-I’m f-fine.” You hiccup, hoping he doesn’t hear the tears in your voice. “I- I’m going to shower, okay?” Your lip trembles and you turn on the water before you start pulling off your clothes. Unable to even look at yourself in the mirror, knowing that because of your post-baby body, the ugly marks and flabby skin, the man you love is going to leave you.

Marcus changes the baby’s diaper while you shower, wanting you to relax all day. “There we go, Lilypad. All clean.” He coos, blowing raspberries on her stomach to make her giggle. Something she’s only just recently done. He changes her onesie to the one he had bought for today that says “I ❤️ my mama.” He grins, cradles her in his arms and sits down on the bed, just watching her. She begins to cry just as you exit the bathroom. “I think she’s hungry, sweetheart. I just changed her. I know you showered but do you-?” He is unsure of how to act around you since you seem so upset.

“I’ll feed her.” The shower did you some good, allowing you to compose yourself and calm down. You weren’t going to let this wreck you. “Come here pretty girl.” You coo softly. “Is my baby girl hungry?” You ask, taking her from Marcus and pulling your tank top down so she can latch on. “Do you have to go to the office today?” You ask, looking over at Marcus.

Marcus watches you breastfeed, ignoring the way his cock twitches at the sight, and he rubs his palms on his jeans, suddenly sweaty. “Oh, uh, yeah. I just - just for an hour or so. Got some paperwork to do.” He says, hating how awkward his voice sounds but fuck, he’s nervous. He doesn’t know what your reaction is gonna be.

“Of course.” You are proud of the way that you don’t scream at him or burst into tears. “It’s important.” You comment, looking down at Lily. You’ve already decided that you are playing along, see what he does before you give into your first instinct to pack up and leave. You didn’t want to rush, wanting to find a decent place for you and your daughter.

Marcus wishes you would open up to him. You’ve been so closed off since having Lily. He knows you have been through a lot and you are adapting to being a mother. You’re incredible and that’s what he wanted to tell you today but you seem to be in a slump and he doesn’t want to upset you even more. “Okay. I- I’m gonna head out then.” He murmurs, standing up. He leans down to softly peck your lips, kissing your forehead before kissing Lily’s. “Bye my gorgeous girls.” He offers you a smile as he grabs his FBI cap that you got him as a joke during your weekend trip to New York and he falters when you don’t even look at him. Maybe today isn’t the day. He thinks as he grabs his keys and gets into his car.

You sigh when you hear the car start up, looking down into eyes that you swear are Marcus’s. “Don’t worry.” You murmur softly. “It’s going to be okay.” You promise her, looking over at the tray he had left for you and wondering why he had put so much effort into it. It’s actually sweet and you wonder if it’s because he feels guilty. A last sweet gesture before he rips your heart out.

Marcus arrives at the jewelers, unable to believe the ring is finally ready. It's a ring he designed, wanting it to be extra special for you so it's taken longer than he anticipated. He wanted to propose to you on your third date but he promised himself that he would take it slow. After a year together, you found out you were pregnant and he didn't want to propose and have you think he was doing 'the right thing' so he waited again. Now, with Lily three months old, he is ready to propose. He is nervous, excited, but now he is wondering if you want to be with him. Perhaps you had stayed with him because you got pregnant. He hopes not because he absolutely adores you. You and Lily are his everything.

"Hey Marcus. Today's the big day, huh?" The jeweler asks with a smile. Marcus nods, greeting the older man who made the beautiful ring.

"Today is the day." He blows out a breath, unsure of himself now.

It’s only after Lily has finished eating and is happily bouncing in her seat that you realize today is Mother’s Day, not really hearing him before. Now you understand the breakfast, the reason that he was being so nice. Despite feeling like your heart is going to wither up and die when he breaks it, you will never lie and say that he doesn’t love your daughter. His daughter. He’s taken to fatherhood like a duck to water, commenting that it was all he ever wanted. Except maybe now that he has the baby, he doesn’t want the mother anymore. You huff angrily at that, shoving pancakes in your mouth and chewing them quickly. So what if you had a belly? You gave birth to his fucking ten pound baby. You’re entitled to that pooch and loose skin, damnit.

Marcus thanks the jeweler for his help, shaking his hand and accepting his good luck wishes. After the jewelers, Marcus goes to pick up the bottle of champagne he had bought to have engraved with the date you met, the date of your first date and what he hopes will be the date of your engagement. He quickly picks it up before heading to the dry cleaners to pick up his suits, hoping he can tell you it's just for his work suits. He then picks up the dessert he had ordered - your favorite - and he calls the restaurant to make sure they are going to deliver the food. He wants to do this at home with Lily. There's nowhere else he wants to be when he proposes. Finally, he arrives home, rushing through the house to hide the champagne after putting the dessert in the fridge outside.

After eating, you had basically gone on a rampage. Plucking your eyebrows and hissing in pain while you held a bag of frozen peas over them to get the swelling to go down before you painted your nails and even put makeup on. You feel almost normal and although you still can’t fit into your pre-baby jeans, there is a cute dress you bought while you were pregnant that you never got to wear and honestly? It looks damn good on you. It makes you want to send him a picture to remind him of what he’s giving up, but you don’t. Turning away from the mirror when you hear him downstairs.

Marcus's eyes widen when you come downstairs after putting Lily down for her nap. He can't believe how beautiful you look and he is happy you got dressed up as he is certain you'll want to look your best for your proposal. "Wow. Baby. You look - wow." He is lost for words, knowing he looks like an idiot with his mouth opening and closing while he stares at you. He wants to grab you and pull you in for a kiss but he has been reluctant to get too touchy with you, not wanting you to feel like he's pushing you to sex so soon after Lily.

You miss the way he used to touch you, possessively and eagerly. Like there was nothing more that he wanted to do than kiss you, or take you to bed. “Thank you.” You murmur softly. “I just wanted to feel…normal I guess.” You huff, slightly embarrassed but not ready to confront him yet. He had texted her again right after he left the house. The woman he works with asking if today was the day and Marcus telling her it was. You wanted him to regret leaving you. You had to turn off the iPad again, your stomach rolling in disgust.

Marcus bites his lip, his heart pounding and he isn't sure how to get set up without making you suspicious. His saving grace comes when Lily starts to cry and it comes through the monitor. "I'll get her." He tells you, touching your arm as he passes you before going upstairs to Lily's nursery. "Come here Lilypad." He coos, picking her up and rocking her until she calms down. He rubs her back, checking that she is dry before he places her pacifier back in her mouth, gently laying her down in the crib.

His phone rings in his pocket and he hisses. "Shit." He pulls it out of his pocket, seeing Lucy's caller ID. "Hey Lucy." He smiles, keeping his voice low and completely forgetting about the baby monitor. "Yeah. Yeah. I, uh, I haven't done it yet. I'm nearly ready to go. Yes, so excited. I'm so ready. I was ready to do it before she got pregnant and now...now it's time since Lily is three months old. - I know, it's just - I don't know what she's gonna say. I'm nervous. Yeah. Yeah. I'll see you later. Okay. Thanks sweetie." He hangs up the phone, checking Lily is asleep again before he makes his way downstairs.

You are frozen in the kitchen, staring at the monitor in horror as all of your worst fears are confirmed in one phone call. Ready to go, yeah, you bet he is. Your fingernails dig into the back of the chair you had been about to sit in and you hear Marcus come down the stairs, a small tune being hummed like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Walking into the kitchen, Marcus frowns at how tense you seem to be. He doesn't know why. "Hey baby. I, uh, I have an idea. Why don't you go watch TV upstairs while Lily is napping and I'll tidy up down here." He gestures to the bottles and glasses that need to be cleaned. "Go relax. I can handle this." He says, placing his hand on your lower back.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You hiss, jerking away from him. You can’t take it anymore, unable to keep up with the charade after hearing that. “Just tell me that you’re leaving since you’ve wanted to do it before I got pregnant and go.” You turn around and pin in him with an angry stare. “Do it, Marcus. Do it so you can go be with your ‘sweetie’.”

He is shocked, reeling back, and his brow furrows. "What - what are you talking about?" He asks, his throat dry. Did you hear him talking to Lucy? "Baby, I- I don't understand. I'm leaving?" He asks, wanting you to explain this sudden outburst.

You snort, rolling your eyes at the shocked expression on his face. He needed to become an actor instead of an FBI agent. “Please.” You huff. “I’m not an idiot.” When he doesn’t say anything you sigh. “Your messages come across the iPad, Marcus. I saw them. How you don’t want me to get suspicious so she shouldn’t text you while your home. I couldn’t fucking look after that. I turned it off. And you just had a conversation in a room with a baby monitor.” Your eyes fill with tears and you try to choke back a sob. “You haven’t touched me since Lily was born and I get it, I’m not sexy and have ugly stretch marks. You don’t want me anymore.”

Marcus is even more confused. “What the hell are you talking about?” He shakes his head. He’s so confused. “Baby. I- I want you. All the goddamn time. I’m hard literally when you walk past me. Seeing you as a mother, it’s equally the hottest and most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He steps closer but you back up. “Please, sweetheart. You gotta believe me. It’s you. Only you. Always you. I only want you. I just - I didn’t want to push you after you had Lily. As for Lucy…she’s - she’s been helping me with something. A surprise for you and I didn’t want you to know about it. There’s nothing going on between us except that she’s my coworker and friend. I swear to you, I love you. I wouldn’t - I couldn’t - I couldn’t leave you even if I tried because I’m so in love with you.”

You bite your lip, unsure of what to believe. He sounds horrified and earnest, like he needs you to believe him. “I don’t know.” You admit, shaking your head. “I want to believe you but just tell me the truth.” You beg. “I don’t- if you don’t want to be with me, just - just be honest. I’m not going to keep Lily from you or be some bitter ex.” Wrapping your arms around yourself, you try to calm down and not let your hormones dictate your reactions. You know you are sensitive right now and you don’t want to be too forgiving or not understanding enough. “I told you I was cleared for sex and you still haven’t touched me. You hate my body don’t you? I get it, it’s not the same. I hate it too.”

Marcus shakes his head so hard he nearly gets whiplash. “No. No. Fuck, baby. No. The opposite. You have any idea how - how much you turn me on? Knowing that your body is strong enough to birth our little girl? It’s - Jesus. You get me hard as a rock every time you breastfeed her which is - which is weird - but just seeing you as a mother, knowing you gave birth to our daughter…it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I loved your body before, and I love your body now because it’s you. I just - I just didn’t want to push it when you only had her a few months ago. I wanted to let you tell me when you’re ready so I don’t push you before you want me to touch you. I didn’t want to be that asshole who demands his wife fucks him so soon after having a baby. Lily is your priority and I get that. Please…please don’t doubt my love for you. Please. Baby…I adore you. I fucking worship you. I would never cheat on you. I- I was going to - shit - I was going to propose. That’s what Lucy was helping me with.”

You cover your mouth, muffling a gasp as your eyes water again. Propose? He was going to propose to you? You honestly thought that he wasn’t going to, another thought that had pushed through your mind at the most inconvenient times. He had moved so fast with everyone else, and yet you were carrying his child and he never even mentioned anything beyond asking if Lily could have his last name. Part of you had just wondered if it was so he could put her on his health insurance easier. “You were?” You ask softly. “I- are you serious? You were going to-” You bite your lip, chin trembling. “I ruined it. I ruined everything and I - fuck, I’m so sorry.” You sob, breaking down again and covering your face in your hands.

Marcus reaches for your hands, pulling them away from your face. “Baby. Baby. Look at me. Please look at me.” He pleads, squeezing your hands as you cry. He hates seeing you cry. “You didn’t ruin anything. If anyone did, it’s me. I shouldn’t - I should’ve done this months ago but I didn’t want you to think it’s because you were pregnant. I wanted to propose so you’d know I was proposing because I love you, not because of the baby. I’m so sorry I haven’t made you feel like I - like I want to be with you. I’m sorry.” He leans closer to kiss your forehead, letting go of your hands so he can wipe your tears away with his thumbs as he cups your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, still feeling mortified and ashamed of the way that you had thought he was cheating on you. Or at least getting ready to leave you to be with another woman. “I just- I don’t feel like myself anymore, I have all these emotions I don’t know how to deal with and then- then the texts coming through.” You rush out to explain, feeling like you need to justify why you had doubted him. “S-she said she loved you. And I-“ you break off and take a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Marcus pulls you into his arms, understanding that you are going through a lot. He can’t even imagine the adjustment to giving birth and being a mother. He has had his world turned upside down by the arrival of Lily so he can’t imagine how you feel. “I should’ve paid more attention to you. Reassured you that you are gorgeous and that I love you.” He kisses your hair, “I only love you. Only you. Only want you.” He promises, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “Baby,” He leans away from you, “can I- would you mind going upstairs and pretending that you don’t know I’m going to propose so I can get everything set up. I still want to propose and I have everything planned to make it special. You go dry your eyes and relax and I’ll call you when I’m ready. That is - is if you want me to propose?” He asks, stomach twisting that maybe you don’t want him to propose.

You nod, surprised that he still wants to after your outburst. “I want you to.” You murmur softly. “I love you Marcus, so much.” It was why you had been devastated by the idea that he didn’t want you. You had imagined forever with him. “I’ll go upstairs.” You promise, leaning in and pressing your lips to his gently, apologizing for your behavior through the kiss.

“I’ll call you downstairs when I’m ready.” He murmurs, pecking your lips again before he brings your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. He doesn’t blame you. He’s been secretive and he knows you’ve been suspicious but he thought the surprise would’ve outweigh the secrecy. He quickly gets everything ready like he planned. Grabbing the roses and placing them in vases around the room, lighting the candles before he gets changed in the downstairs bathroom into his suit, cleaning up and exhaling shakily when he puts the ring box in his pocket. The doorbell rings and he opens the door, thanking the delivery driver for the takeout from your favorite restaurant and he lays the table, putting everything on plates and pouring a glass of wine for you, saving the champagne for later. “Okay baby. You can come down now.” He calls out to you, hoping Lily will continue napping for a while. He saw you feed and change her when she woke up about twenty minutes ago so he’s hoping he gets some time with you.

You cleaned up, reapplied makeup while you were upstairs, trying to figure out how you would make up your blunder to Marcus. Slowly coming downstairs, your eyes widen when you see how he’s transformed the space. “Marcus.” You whisper breathlessly, finding him looking handsome and so very sexy in his best suit, the blue one that you think makes his eyes look even darker. It’s cut to emphasize his broad shoulders and you remember the first time he had worn it, attending a wedding with you, ironically enough. You couldn’t wait to peel it off of him that night. You bite your lip and look around. “What’s all this?” You ask, playing along with the idea that you don’t know what he is doing. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”

"I absolutely had to do all of this baby. It's all for you. I wanted to show you what you mean to me. How much I adore you. Come, sit down. I got your favorite from the Italian down the street." He says, taking your hand to guide you over to the table. He is happy you seem to be playing along and acting like your fight never happened. He wants to do this right. He pulls the chair out for you, pushing you in before he lifts the covers on the food and sits opposite you. He picks up his wine glass once he is settled, "to us." He toasts, wanting this moment to be about you and him as the couple you started out as. Not you and him as the parents you have become.

“To us.” You smile and lift your glass to touch it to his before you take a sip. “Oh, wine….” You groan at the first taste of the fruity, dry red. It has been since you found out you were pregnant that you have had wine. Your eyes flutter closed in pleasure as you take another sip and let the liquid sit on your tongue before you swallow it. “I have plenty of milk stored in the fridge for Lily tonight.” You hum, knowing you will have to throw away whatever you produce tonight.

Marcus nods, proud of how you’ve taken to being a mother. It’s been incredible to watch. “Dig in.” He orders, “before it gets cold.” You pick up the fork, digging into the pasta, and he tries to slow down how fast he eats. He’s been nervous all day so he hasn’t eaten anything because of it. “Good? I, uh, I got your favorite dressert too.” He says, wanting to make sure this is all about you.

You soften even more, sending him a smile that shows how appreciative you are. “It’s delicious.” You promise. “You are spoiling me, breakfast this morning and now this.” You reach over to take his hand, rubbing the back of it with your thumb. “Thank you.” Now that you know what is going on, you are excited to see how he proposes. What he says. Eager for reassurances that he loves you. That need for comfort is slightly desperate but it’s what you need right now.

Marcus waits until you've finished eating and he places the dirty plates in the sink to deal with later. Serving up the desert, he places it in front of you and clears his throat when he kneels down beside the kitchen table. "Sweetheart. You are - you are the woman I have waited a lifetime for. I'm a hopeless romantic, always searching for my princess, and I have kissed many frogs." He chuckles, reaching for your hand. "You were worth waiting for. You make me happy. Every. Single. Day. You've made my house a home, given me a beautiful daughter. I just - there are not enough words to describe how much I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you in this house, having more babies and getting old. Well, older." He teases, pointing at himself. "I love you and - and I have something to ask you." He lets go of your hand, fumbling as he tries to get the box out of his jacket. Eventually, he opens it to reveal the ring. "Will you marry me?" He asks, his chest heaving slightly as his heart pounds.

You stare at the ring for a moment, even though you knew this was coming, it’s still overwhelming you. Glancing back at his soft, anxious eyes, you nod as your own fill with happy tears. “Yes, Marcus, yes!” You cry, lunging forward and cupping his cheeks while you press your lips to his. “Yes. I love you.” You murmur, happy when he wraps his arm around you and you open up, letting his tongue slide into your mouth.

He slides his tongue against yours, unable to believe you said yes. Pulling back after a few moments, he clumsily takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto your left hand. “Perfect.” He grins, holding your hand. “Do you like it?” He asks.

You look down at the ring, admiring the details and nod quickly. “It’s gorgeous.” You squeal, realizing that it’s not the standard engagement ring. It is perfect because Marcus picked it out for you. “I love it. I’m never going to take it off.”

“I, uh, designed it for you. I wanted it to be special. For my girl.” He says, “it has our initials in it along with Lily’s.” He kisses the back of your hand before he stands up, grinning and so so happy that you accepted his proposal. “I love you, sweetheart. Only you.” He promises, bending over to kiss you softly.

A small, happy sigh bubbles out of you as you stand too. “I love you too.” You promise, reaching up and caressing his cheek gently before you wrap your arm around the back of his neck and pull him closer for another kiss. “You and Lily are everything to me.” You confess. “It’s why I was so- well, you know.” You feel your face heat up with embarrassment and you have to look away, remembering how you had accused him of something so far out of his personality.

Marcus tuts, pressing his lips to yours, “no baby. I- I should’ve - it wasn’t right that I got Lucy so involved. I was just so nervous and I didn’t want you to be suspicious, but I didn’t think that you’d be suspicious of me having an affair. Never. Never. You and Lily are everything to me. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t want a long engagement. I want to marry you as soon as possible.” He murmurs, kissing your upper lip.

You hum in agreement, knowing you don’t really care about a lavish wedding. Maybe just something at the courthouse. All you care about is being Marcus’s wife. “I’m sorry.” You apologize again. “She's so gorgeous and fit and I’m- post baby body.” You huff slightly. “I don’t think my postpartum is helping things either.”

Nodding in understanding, his hands slide along your waist, “baby. I think you look gorgeous but I understand. Do you - do you want to talk to someone? I know I am busy at work and you’re here - we can find someone who does online sessions?” He suggests softly, not wanting you to feel like he is pushing it, but he wants you to know he wants to help.

“I- that would be good.” You nod, feeling relieved that he’s not ignoring that you aren’t acting like yourself. You lean into him and breathe him in, smiling at the smell of his cologne. You’ve always loved this scent on him since the two of you picked it out together on your second date. “Thank you for understanding.” You bite your lip and move a little closer to him, pressing yourself against him. It’s been nearly three and a half months since you’ve had sex, felt him inside you. “Marcus….” You murmur softly.

His heart thumps and he knows what you need. He inhales sharply and his hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you closer. “I’ve missed this. I didn’t want to make you feel pressured so I didn’t - I stayed away but baby…I want you.” He murmurs, nudging his nose along your jaw before kissing below your earlobe. “I miss the taste of your pussy. I want to taste you again.” His voice is raspy, coated with desire.

You moan, cunt clenching as it remembers just how good his tongue is. He’s always managed to make you cum on that tongue, buried inside you or flicking against your clit. “Don’t stay away anymore.” You beg, sliding your hands under his jacket and around his back. “I need to feel like you want me. That you still find me sexy.” You admit, voicing things that probably should have been said weeks ago. “I want to cum on my fiancé’s cock.” You moan.

He groans into your ear, kissing down your neck, and he walks you backwards towards the sofa, knowing he won’t be able to make it up the stairs. One hand dips under your dress, caressing your thighs, and the other reaches for the zipper on your back to pull it down. He makes quick work of removing your dress, leaving you in your underwear. His lips kiss down your neck to your chest, lathing his tongue over the swell of your breasts. His cock is pressed against his slacks but this isn’t about him, this is about you. His eyes look up to you as he sucks on your nipple through the nursing bra.

“Marcus!” You gasp out in shock at how different it feels from Lily’s tiny mouth, but your fingers burrow into his hair to hold him into place. He had joked about drinking from you when you were pregnant but when he hadn’t shown an interest after you actually produced milk, you had once again taken it as a sign that he didn’t want you anymore. Feeling some milk dribble out at the suction, you moan, hoping it doesn’t ruin the moment. “Sorry.” You whimper. “They’re full.”

He growls, “no. Don’t apologize. I’ve been wanting to taste you since your milk came in.” He confesses, not even blushing as he begins to suckle. Groaning when a spurt of milk escapes your tit and floods his mouth. He groans, his arms wrapping around you as he suckles harder and drinks some of the milk, switching to the other breast while he fumbles to unclasp your bra.

Your whimper is both relieved and aroused, looking down and watching him suck. “Baby.” You tug on his hair and are rewarded with his own groan against your nipple. “Oh god.” It’s so different from feeding your daughter, this makes your cunt clench and floods with arousal. “Oh fuck baby, h-how does it taste?”

“Fucking good.” Marcus groans, pulling back so he can pull your bra off of your arms. He surges back into your chest, taking the sensitive nipple back into his mouth as his hand slides down your side. Sinking into your panties so he can rub your clit, he doesn’t want to go too much too soon in case you are sensitive.

Whining, your hips jerk up, chasing his fingers and trying to push them down to where you want them, inside you. This is perfect, you aren’t thinking about your stretch marks or the loose skin on your stomach. Instead you are thinking about his mouth, his fingers, the hard cock that is pushed against your thigh. “Fuck baby, inside.” You beg, wanting him to finger you like he used to when you were on the couch watching movies.

He withdraws his fingers, making you whine, but he guides you back towards the sofa. “Come on baby. Sit down for me.” He orders, guiding you back towards the couch and he pulls your panties down just before you sit down. Spreading your legs, he kneels between them and leans in to kiss along your inner thighs. “So fucking beautiful.” He curses, nipping and sucking as he gets closer to your core. You whine with impatience and he doesn’t have the heart to deny you anymore. He slides his tongue through your folds, flicking your clit a few times before repeating the action.

“Marcus!” You lurch forward at the feeling of his tongue before you flop back against the cushions again. “Oh god baby, I-I’ve missed this.” You pant, reaching down and stroking his head. The last time you had done this, you couldn’t see him because of the baby bump and now you see the dark curls on his head while he feasts on you. “Fuck.” You spit, gasping out when he sucks on your clit for a second before he lets it go.

He doesn’t stop, his fingers digging into your thighs as he keeps them spread open. His tongue delves deep inside of you while his nose presses against your clit. Your tangy taste - the very taste he’s missed so dearly - makes him groan into your flesh. He wants you to cum, needs to make sure that tonight, you know there is no one else for him. Only you for the rest of his life.

God, he’s fucking talented with that tongue. Your eyes roll back as your hips chase it. Lifting when he pulls back slightly before diving in again. He’s thorough, having learned exactly what you like and uses it against you ruthlessly. Tongue swiping over your clit again and again with his nose pressed against your curls, not bothered by the fact that you’ve not waxed or trimmed in forever.

Marcus’s fingers caress your thighs and he shifts to push two fingers inside of you. Pulling away from you for a moment to check as he pushes the digits into you. He doesn’t want you to hurt but when you throw your head back and moan in pleasure, he dives back in to suck on your clit.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck.” You cry, gripping his fingers tight when he pushes them against the spot that drives you crazy. Since having the baby, you haven’t even fingered yourself and his thick fingers are incredible. “Oh shit baby, fuck, harder.” You beg, needing to cum before the baby wakes up.

He pumps his fingers into you, desperate for you to cum around them. His groan vibrates your clit as he sucks hard. His cock is throbbing, he missed this. Hearing your moans and cries, it’s been something he’s thought about when he jerks off in the shower, feeling guilty that he can’t get you off.

“Marc-“ you cut yourself off with a strangled cry, air trapped in your body as it tenses up. Heat and lightning flash through your veins and you swear your vision blacks out for a moment while your cunt contracts around his fingers. Trembling in pleasure while he works you through it, keening whimpers coming from you with every twitch of your body.

He works you through it, loving hearing you cry out in pleasure. He’s so happy to hear it after so long. “That’s it. Good girl. Good girl, baby.” He says, resting his cheek on your thigh so he can work you through it with his fingers, your fingers still tugging on his hair.

“Wow.” You give a small chuckle, amazed at how good you feel after that orgasm. You know you aren’t magically cured by cumming, but you are a hell of a lot more relaxed. Looking down on him with a smile, you let go of his hair to reach for his tie, still on in his haste to make you cum. “Marcus, fuck me.” You beg, needing him inside you.

He swallows, shrugging off his jacket, and tugging off his tie to toss them across the room. “Baby. You want me to get a condom?” He asks as he stands up to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants before he works on unbuttoning his shirt. He curses his decision to wear his best suit, he has far too many layers on.

“No.” You pant breathlessly, squirming on the sofa and holding your legs open in anticipation. He’s undressing too slowly for you, so you sit up and cup him before you hook your fingers into his briefs and drag them down so that his cock springs free. God, you’ve missed this, seeing him hard and wanting you. You wrap your fingers around him while he rips the shirt off and smirk before you duck your head and wrap your lips around the leaking tip, moaning at the taste of him.

Marcus hisses, the feel of your hot mouth making his hips jerk forward, but he doesn’t want your mouth. Not now. “Shit baby. Don’t. Don’t want this to be over too soon.” He murmurs, shifting to kneel on the sofa, and he gently grabs you to lay you down. He wants you to be comfortable. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs, trailing his hands along your stomach and your sides until he gently squeezes your breasts. “And all mine.” He smiles, shuffling closer until he can notch his cock at your entrance.

You fold your arms over your stomach, hiding the stretched and discolored skin from where you had developed stretch marks during the nine months you carried Lily. You don’t like them, even with the way that Marcus looks down at you, tender adoration in his eyes. You moan, loving how he stretches you out when he pushes inside you. Your nails dig into his skin and you look up at him. “Marcus.” You whimper. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Please don’t hide from me. Never hide yourself from me. I love you. Every. Single. Part. Of. You. You are beautiful, all of you. I am so, so lucky to have you.” He murmurs, shifting to hover over you so he can kiss along your neck. He begins to move inside of you, his hand grabbing yours to pull it away from your stomach.

You are too busy feeling his thick cock pulse inside you to care about your stomach after he starts thrusting. Lifting up your legs to loosely wrap around his thighs and pulling him closer. Moaning loudly and praying that Lily doesn’t wake up before you can cum again. “I love you.” You whimper, catching sight of your new engagement ring on your hand where it is holding onto his shoulder. “I love you so much.”

He notices your gaze and twists his head to kiss your hand, starting to rock into you. He wants to feel you cum around him. “Is this okay baby? Am I hurting you?” He asks, not wanting to hurt you after not being inside of you for a while and after you’ve given birth. “No. No. I'm okay.” You respond breathily, making him nod as he thrusts a little deeper. Your cunt feels like molten heat around his cock, gripping him, and he has to try and think of something else so he isn’t cumming in a few thrusts like a teenager .

Moans and whimpers fill the space between you. Every thrust into you feels like pure bliss. Sex between you and Marcus had always been good, even while you were pregnant with Lily and had to get creative with positions for your growing bump. Lifting your head, you press your lips to his while your hips match his rhythm, making him push deeper inside you.

“Jesus baby. Need - need you to cum before I do.” He pleads, reaching between you to rub your clit. He hisses when your walls flutter around him. He rocks into you, needing you to cum. “Please baby. Cum for me.” He pleads, leaning down to kiss your neck.

It doesn’t take long, just five or six thrusts combined with the rubbing of his fingers for you to fall apart for him. Crying out softly and clenching down around him while pleasure floods your body and you feel the rush of wetness coat his cock.”Oh M-Marcus!”

He loves how you cry his name. Rocking into you to work you through it, and he hisses when you grip him hard. “Fuck baby. I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum. Can I- can I cum inside of you?” He asks, wanting to make sure you are comfortable. He doesn’t want to assume since this is the first time since Lily was born.

You moan and nod. “Yes.” You pant out, “I- I got an IUD when I went back to the doctor for my check up.” You promise him, not wanting him to think you would try to get pregnant so quickly after Lily. “Want to feel you fill me up.”

“God baby. I’m gonna - shit. I love you so much. So fucking much. Oh. Oh. Oh - oh fuck.” He grunts, pushing into you with a groan as he paints your walls with his seed, feeling connected to you in the best way possible.

You whine, loving how hot his cum feels inside you, rocking your hips up while he rides out his high and feeling it start to push out. Stroking his back when he finally groans one last time and turns to press his lips to yours. “I love you.” You whisper against his lips, loving how he collapses on top of you and both of you try to catch your breath.

He kisses your jaw, trying to keep his weight off of you as he shifts to lay down beside you on the sofa. “I love you baby. There’s only you. Only you. I love you. I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” He says, kissing your hair as he pulls you into his chest, his softening cock still inside of you.

“Are you sure you want to put up with my crazy?” You joke quietly, still embarrassed that he had been putting together this amazing moment for you and you had been such a bitch, accusing him of cheating on you.

“Always. I want you for the rest of my life. You’re so good to me. Like I said, I waited a long time for you, baby. I’m not gonna let you go. You and Lily are my life. I love you. Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.” He murmurs, kissing along your neck.

“It is the third best day of my life.” You promise him. “The first one being the day Lily was born, the second being the day I met you and then today.” You smile, happy that despite the fact that today had started out rocky and you thought you were going to lose your boyfriend, Mother’s Day is now the day that you promised to become Marcus’s wife.

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A weird dairy allergy.

That's what you had been told it was, ever since you were a kid. But after you had moved out from your parents' protective care, you found out the truth.

Even so, when you checked into the restaurant, you still told them to mind what was given to you. Disinterested, and barely glancing at your modest double D cups, the host raised an eyebrow.

"You mean a lactose intolerance?" he asked.

You shook your head. "No."

"Anaphylaxis?"

You only wish it were. "No, not exactly..."

"Whatever." With a roll of his eyes, he started walking toward a table. "Follow me."

You sat where he directed. Glancing at the menu, you waited for your date to arrive.

Tinder was often as cesspool of terrible choices--for both men and women--but you'd really gotten lucky finding this guy on there.

Aside from being extremely attractive (though that never really hurt, did it?), he was in his second year of residency at a children's hospital. With the looks, brains, and money all that would have entailed, he still managed to be humble, and quite charming.

He even seemed really understanding about your dairy allergy when you had told him about it during one of your late night chats.

'Wow, you must feel so uncomfortable!' he had said, genuinely sounding apologetic.

Uncomfortable had been the gentle way of putting it.

After a few minutes of waiting, your date finally appeared. He chatted with the host for a few moments, pointing at the table you were sitting at. Their conversation seemed a little longer than usual, but when he finally arrived at your table, he explained.

"Just wanted to make sure he was aware of your allergy." He flashed a brilliant smile that made your heart melt. "But we're doing a tasting. A few small servings of everything in the restaurant!"

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

But after eating a few bites of one of the appetizers, you start to feel a familiar tightness on your chest. Your boobs didn't seem overly larger, so you thought it must have been imagined.

After a few more bites though, the tightness doesn't let up. Your bra starts to creek. With another furtive glance downward, you can see you were right.

There's a crease where the bra was trying to contain the breasts and where they were starting to spill out.

"Was there dairy in this?" you ask.

Your date shook his head. "Shouldn't be. Why?"

Why? Maybe you were being too critical of yourself; if he couldn't tell they had gone up half a cup size, maybe it wasn't worth mentioning.

So the next appetizer was brought out. It was savoury, melt in your mouth...

..and made your breasts swell another size. It was very clear now that whatever you had eaten had to have had at least some dairy in it. Your bra now fit like a tiny bikini, your hard nipples rubbing against its edge teasingly as you spilled out the front of your low cut dress.

"There's definitely dairy in this food," you tell your date urgently. "I'm reacting."

He tilted his head to the side, looking at your chest. "Maybe a little bit, but nothing too uncomfortable I wouldn't say."

It certainly didn't feel that way, but maybe he was right. Maybe you were too worried about the stares you'd get.

So you continued to eat.

After the next course, you realized he had to be playing polite. Your mammaries swelled, tightening the top of your dress until there was no more give. Not only were you spilling out the front, but out the sides now too. The straps that had once been full coverage now strained with the weight of your expanding bust. You weren't sure when it had happened, but your bra had torn; it was too much for it to handle.

You jumped to your feet suddenly, your breasts bouncing back and forth as your nipples poked through the fabric of your dress. Stomping over to the host station, you tried to ignore just how good it felt when your breasts were sloshing around from the movement.

"Excuse me!" You waved your hand to get his attention, sniffling a groan as you felt your chest get even tighter.

The host looked up with a bored expression on his face until he spotted just what his food had done to your body.

"U-U-Uhh..."

The man could barely choke out a word, and he definitely couldn't help but stare. It burned a heat between your legs.

"Was there any dairy in the food?" you asked desperately.

He took a solid few minutes to answer, and only did so after adjusting a chub in his pants.

"A-A little bit," he confessed. "I didn't think it would... would..." He trailed off, keeping his stare on your breasts. Clearing his throat he finally looked away. "Your boyfriend over there asked that I put some in."

That little asshole...

You stormed back over to him, a little miffed at the fact that you enjoyed how he watched every sway.

Before you could say anything, he apologized. "I'm so sorry. I guess I didn't believe that it was true, which was wrong--but I had to see for myself."

"Well, have you seen enough?" You gestured to your swelling chest.

"I'm sorry! But how, uhh... " He swallowed, as if biting back more lewd words than what he went with. "How big can they get?"

You did your best to cross your arms indignantly, but the feeling of your arm brushing against your hard nipple made you squeak.

"I dunno, I've never been this big before."

Or this sensitive...

Your breasts felt so heavy, so incredibly full, yet every little bump or sway filled you with pleasure.

He nodded, keeping his eyes on them. "I felt guilty for kind of... trapping you into this, I guess. So I booked out the restaurant entirely, if that's any consolation..."

A quick look around proved there really weren't any other guests in the restaurant. It was a small token of sweetness.

The guy really couldn't stop staring at your breasts, and for the first time, you didn't want him to stop.

"Well, I guess if there's no one else here..." You wave your hand to grab the attention of the waiter. "Let's see how big I get."

His pupils dilated for a moment. "Yeah?"

The waiter arrived.

"A glass of milk please."

He paused, looking between you , your breasts, back to you, then your date. "B-But--"

"Whole milk, if you have it."

He didn't take very long filling your request. You raised the glass of milk up in toast, waiting for your date to meet it with his own.

You gulped down the milk, each swallow loud. Before that moment, any dairy you had had been in tiny, small amounts.

Right away, you felt the familiar tightening in your chest. The sound of ripping fabric told you your dress hadn't made it. As soon as the fabric gave way, your breasts burst forth like water breaking through a dam. They swayed from the sudden freedom, leaving you with that arousing sloshing sensation again...

They had never felt so full before! But full of what, exactly?

It wasn't long before your expanding mammaries forced your nipples against the edge of the table.

You let out a whimper.

"Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?"

So full, so full... How did your swelling masses make you feel so uncomfortable, yet so... aroused?

Whether it was to genuinely help, or so he could get a better look, your date move the table, giving you more room.

Finally, the tightness died down, and the swelling stopped. Your breasts filled up your lap, blocking your stomach completely as the heavy mounds rested on the tops of your thighs. Your puffy nipples stuck out, just aching.

In fact, your breasts in general were in need of something.

You look back to your date, wondering if the growth had been too much. But to your pleasant surprise, he was drooling over them. The thought of his saliva dripping off your engorged teets... were your panties always this wet?

He reached a hand out to touch. His fingertips gently grazed the skin near your nipple, and your breasts throbbed with need.

He took them both in his hands, gently kneading them in his fingers. But every movement hit against a gland, making you let out a soft moan.

Two pearl-like beads appeared at the tips of your nipples.

"Is that...?"

You really did feel full...

He squeezed your breasts gently, no doubt testing his suspicions.

Two streams of milk burst forth from your mammaries, spattering across the floor, the table, and his face as you let out a cry of pleasure.

Before you could even let out the demand that was on your lips, you felt your date's hot mouth on your breast. He sucked gently at first, then a hard suck that flooded his mouth with so much milk, it started dribbling down his chin.

He kept going though, suckling on the one breast while pulling the other nipple in an all too familiar fashion. He directed the spray into his empty cup of water, all while latched and guzzling from the other breast. You could hear each hungry gulp from him, which only made your panties even wetter. I rubbed my pelvis back and forth against the fabric.

He let go with his mouth momentarily, his gaze a little unfocused, like he was milk drunk. "Can't even imagine... what it's going to be like when I get you pregnant..."

And with a loud moan of pleasure from you, he latched on to the other breast, feasting greedily on your massive mommy milkers.

The feeling was pure ecstasy...

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