Lactation kink Mack who is being impulsive at a restaurant so they go to the bathroom and reader gets mad at him back home so he acts like a lost puppy
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mack lactation kink at restaurant.
as we sat in the restaurant with mack’s family after ordering our food, mack continuously kept nudging me silently, trying to get my attention.
“what’s the matter?” i whispered, looking at him, and he looked down at my chest.
“no.” i shook my head in disbelief at what he was asking me right now.
“please.” he pulled lightly on my finger, his eyes glossy.
i shook my head, turning away from him, not wanting to give in. a tiny whimper left his throat, making me freeze.
“macklin,” i said, looking over at him. his lip was pouted out, his pleading eyes staring down at my chest.
i huffed, getting up and excusing us from the table as we walked hand in hand to the family restroom. it was super clean and had a little lounge area for breastfeeding mothers, which was the area we went to.
i sat down on the plush seats, pulling my boob out from my shirt, macklin whimpering, desperate to attach. i patted the spot next to me, and he sat fast, leaning back so i could hold him as he latched onto my nipple, suckling softly.
i sighed, watching him so content and vulnerable, nursing from my chest as i held him close, his eyes closed shut, little sucking and breathing noises filling our space.
“mackie, this is ridiculous. you know having to leave a dinner to do this is not right,” i said, and his eyebrows furrowed at my tone. “like, honestly, when are you going to see that this is too much?” i continued.
he opened his eyes, looking at me, the words i spoke hitting him. his eyes began to water, and tears rolled down his face as he pulled away, wiping his mouth and nodding.
“sorry,” he gulped, sitting up and walking out of the bathroom.
i fixed my clothes and left shortly after him, heading back to our table. my face felt warm, aware of how long we had been gone, though thankfully his family didn't press when we slid back into our seats, offering only casual smiles as the conversation picked right back up around us.
once dinner was finally done, we settled the bill and drove back home in a heavy, suffocating silence. as soon as we walked through the front door, i went straight to the upstairs bathroom, turning on the shower and stripping off my clothes to wash away the lingering stress of the evening.
macklin followed me around the house like a lost puppy before i locked the door, clearly hating the fact that i was mad at him. when i finished and got ready for bed, he was waiting right outside the door.
“i’m sorry,” he said softly, watching me change into my sleep shorts. “baby?” he tapped gently on my shoulder, but i ignored him, pulling the duvet back and climbing into bed with my back turned.
he stood there for a long moment before heading into the bathroom for his own quick shower. when he came back out, he was dressed in his oversized t-shirt, his eyes still red-rimmed and puffy with tears. he sniffled quietly as he crawled under the covers next to me.
“i’m sorry,” he cried softly into my back, his frame trembling slightly. “i’ll try better, i’m sorry,” he hiccupped, the sound making my resolve crack and instantly making me feel guilty.
“macklin, don’t cry,” i sighed, finally giving in and turning over to look at him. his bottom lip was quivering, and his large hands were rubbing furiously at his wet eyes. “we just need to work on time and place, okay? we can't just walk out of a family dinner like that whenever you get overwhelmed.”
he nodded miserably, his chest hitching on another sob. seeing him so completely undone by my anger made it impossible to stay mad. with a soft sigh, i opened my arms, and he immediately scrambled forward, burying his face against my chest as i wrapped my arms tightly around him, holding him close until his breathing finally evened out in the dark.
im gonna watch camp rock 3 today!!!
