Banner apparently has created a six month shot,” you tell her, absentmindedly folding a complimentary towel. In the past, you’ve been apprehensive about offspring but he’s so optimistic and supportive you’ve definitely come around to the idea. Your man has chronic baby fever but in a respectfully adorable way. “Something tells me you won’t want to wait a whole year. “So when are you and Barnes gonna pop one out?” Natasha speaks casually, a wine glass between her fingers, curled up with her girlfriend on a lounge chair where they both watch you help set up. Not to mention, it’s a pool party, and you’re wearing a saucy bikini. It’s understandable considering just thinking about him has you ready to explode. Speaking of who, the couple are throwing a housewarming, no longer compound-bound, and his attendance is iffy. However, for good measure in the last week, you’ve been staying with Wanda and Natasha. But, thankfully, both of you have made it through and there’s only a few days left. Plus, it’s not the same-that barrier between you, unable to be as close as possible with him, the emptiness of not being filled until you’re dripping. Of course, you use condoms but there’s a mutual disdain for the material.
It’s a difficult month, becoming harder and harder as the weeks wined down. The only catch is re-upping it lasts a year, but there’s a month needed before you can get your next one, something about needing to give your reproductive system a break from the chemical. Yes, the very serious and dangerous S.H.I.E.L.D agency has created a shot so that you’re able to fuck your superhero bareback without the threat of a child. Which means regular ‘ole birth control doesn’t work like it’s supposed to, and for that, specially modified treatment has been given to you. (includes breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex.)Īs it turns out, the sperm of a super soldier is especially potent. In which you beg bucky to cum inside you. With the way your tight pussy is squeezing me, I’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days after, and there’s no doubt you’re knocked up with my kid.”
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“You can’t say shit like that, baby.” His hands dig into your skin bruisingly, an animalistic fire he’s resisting alight in his dilated pupils. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chokes, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched. His hips stutter with wild jerks, lurching your bed and its frame into the wall. It’s Me again… back with another breeding kink fic.Īnonymous asked: Can you do another breeding kink Bucky????