“My opinion on this shouldn’t matter, but,” Suki reached forward and held my hand, “it doesn’t matter to me. I care that it hurts you, but the fact that you can’t get pregnant isn’t something I would worry about. There are other ways to have a family. It’s fine, Teddy.” A blush rushed over her cheeks when she realized what she had said. Suki stuttered and pulled away, waving her hands in the air in front of her. “Not that we’d actually discuss starting one anytime soon, but if we got there, it’s okay. I do want kids eventually, and if that’s not something you want, we should walk away now.”
“No, no,” I said on impulse. “I do want kids, but I always knew it might be a sore spot for some people that I wouldn’t be able to give them biological kids. So thank you for saying that.” I huffed, then sat up straighter. “I would have brought it up soon anyway, but given how things started and how unconventional it was, I wasn’t sure when would be a good idea. This week though. It would have been discussed so we didn’t waste our time on something that wouldn’t work.”
“Good, but I’m glad we talked about it now. I wouldn’t want to spend the entire week wondering if you were pregnant. I’d be needlessly panicking the entire time.” Suki leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me. “Now come here.” She dragged me to her and lay back on the couch with me splayed out on top of her.
I melted into her, and after a few breaths of silence, she asked, “Is that why you have a breeding kink?”
I sputtered and pushed myself up so I could gape at her. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
She raised a brow at me like I was being ridiculous as if the answer to her question was completely obvious. “You’ve gone all these years wanting to be knotted and trained yourself to take one, and you think your infertility has nothing to do with it?”
I glared at her, annoyed that her insight was probably right. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lay back down with a plop, getting a good “oomph” from her. “Those two things are completely unrelated.”
“Mhm, so if I offered to knot you again right now and ‘breed’ you, you’d say no?”
“Well, that’s completely beside the point.”
“Teddy.”
“Suki.”
We lay there in silence for another minute, then I sighed and gave in.
“You’re probably not wrong to some extent, but I don’t want to dig into that right now. That sounds like therapy, and I will need to work up to that and find one that isn’t going to call the cops on me for all the crimes I’ve committed recently.”
Suki’s laughter shook me, and I smiled, knowing that despite the awkward conversation, everything was okay.
“That’s fair. I’ll drop it.”
I let a heartbeat pass before I said, “I’ll let you drop that part but not the part about breeding me right now.”
“Oh yeah?” Suki’s fingertips trailed up and down my arms and traced circles across my back.
“I said I was still horny.” I wiggled on top of her, feeling the bulge growing between us.
“Is that just you, or is it the mystery drugs in your system?” Suki ground up, and I wasn’t going to give up the chance to have another taste, especially one without that appalling scent in the mix. It would just be her and me.
I climbed up, straddling her hips. “Both. Normally, I’d want to take a nap and watch the show with you, but the horniness is a little irritation sitting in the back of my head. Plus, you’re here, so why wouldn’t I use this all to my advantage.”
“You’re assuming I’m going to say yes despite knowing you’re still sore from being knotted.” Suki sat up, leaning her back against the arm of the couch with me still on top of her.
“Who said anything about being knotted?” I pouted. “There are plenty of other things to do besides that.”
“So you’re telling me you won’t beg for me to knot you if I slip inside?” She leaned forward, grazing her lips with mine as she spoke. “That’s hard to believe with how determined you were to get it the first time.”
“I don’t appreciate being called out like that.”
“Be less predictable.”
Challenge accepted.
“Fine.” I held up my hands and did an exaggerated shrug. “Suit yourself.” I adjusted myself on the couch, falling back so I lay down on the opposite side as Suki with my head resting against the arm.
With ease and a smirk on my lips, I pushed down the shorts Suki had left for me, the cute duck pattern falling off my legs and onto the floor.
Without a word, I rubbed my fingers against my clit, ignoring the slight sting that was still present from being knotted the night before. I worked myself up slowly, letting out little moans and gasps to annoy Suki. She had sat up and was watching me from her side of the couch but hadn’t moved any closer. The heat in her eyes was exhilarating and had me craving more.
Suki was right. If she fucked me, I would definitely beg for her knot, and I was now annoyed by her theory. I knew it wasn’t entirely right. There was more to it than simply my infertility creating a breeding kink. I still saw my family making the bonds I was left out of for so long, and those thoughts began long before I found out I was infertile. If I was truthful, I’d admit that it all ramped up a year after my diagnosis, but like I told Suki, I wasn’t going to dig too deeply into it now.
