Interracial Avengers Preferences and Imagines (DISCONTINUED)

Bucky Barnes smut

This is from tumblr. I got this from another smut book, and I wanted to share it with y'all. PSA: IF YOU ARE STILL SEMI INNOCENT, DO NOT READ!!!!!!!! THIS IS FILTHY SMUT. DEADASS. THERES SMUT RIGHT UNDER THE CUT.

well, i'm still not totally familiar with breeding kink, but nevertheless!

anonymous asked: you have to do another breeding kink fic because WOW that last one

in which you give bucky the weekend to get you pregnant. (includes breeding kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, cockwarming if you squint.)

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You're stuffed. Sticky white spills out between your thighs and dribbling down, creating trails that have managed to reach your ankle. You'd like to clean up a little, but you aren't allowed to.

A cold wash cloth would be nice on your poor, abused sex: thoroughly pounded by your husband's cock, you're red and aching in a severity that surprised you. It's the beginning of the second day, and he's already ruined you—and there's no signs of slowing down.

To be fair, you should've expected this. Of course a near death experience will only intensify his baby fever. You proposed and accepted the terms knowing full well Bucky's penchant for a child has tripled.

One weekend, you told him, where you'll go off your birth control; seventy-two hours of nonstop fucking; a dedication to impregnating you, and you'll take it all because once it's up, he won't bother you about it for the next couple of months.

Something tells you you'll get what you want because there won't be a need once he achieves his goal. His technique is otherwise guaranteeing.

Super soldier stamina, he's fucked and fucked you for hours, rope after rope buried inside you then held there by his cock. He goes as far as making you sleep wrapped around him: draped across his broad chest, a thigh wrenched high over his waist, your naked forms conjoined so with every soft snore, vibrations lulled through you.

His imprint has decimated your slick channel, and you know it's far from over. He's voiced the intention to keep your womb plugged full of him with his dick. And he's made good on that, and in the past twenty four hours, this is your first break—and it's over.

The finished tray of food is picked up and stowed away on the nightstand. Bucky's naked form dips weight into the bed, half hard jutting against his stomach, and his metal hand wraps around your ankle, flashing ravenous blue eyes.

A groan escapes your throat as he drags you underneath him. "You know," you begin to tell him breathlessly, your hips squirming underneath the graze of his length. "Health-wise, I'm supposed to exercise every day."

His lips curve into a cheeky smile, and his alighted depths roam your bareness, lingering between your hips; a pleased hum through his chest. "The only exercise you need is working that pretty pussy over my cock, and you'll be doing it way more than once a day," he tells you matter-of-factly. "And since you asked, here you go—" He grabs your hips and drives back in with an audible slush.

A moan tears from your lips as your channel spasms and squelches. Smarting pain coils around you, intertwining with an innate and contradictory pleasure. "Oh, f - fuck!" you gasp, bucking away, voice taking on a whine with, "Bucky! Just g - give me a second!"

"Nuh-uh." His arm curls underneath your back, grips you, and sinks you to the hilt. A forced arch in your spine has him ebbing deeper, and your clit presses unforgivingly against his pubic bone. Effectively, he's liquidified you, sending sparks spiraling out.

Metal caresses your cheek, the coldness grounding you, spanning your jaw gently to blurrily look at him. "You promised you'd take all of me, so you will," he chastises. "We've gotta instill the importance of our word in our kid. Can't have you breaking that."