Fics like I Keep Telling Myself I'm Not the Desperate Type

“Sorry, Princess. You’ll have to enlighten me.” “We fucked.” Izzy drops his eyes, breaking from Jack’s embrace to start his pacing again, bare feet hitting the carpeted floor with dull thuds that his downstairs neighbors are sure to just love. “Was it good for you?” Jack asks. “I can make up for it if I had whiskey dick or something. I was tanked, baby, there's no way-” “You-” Izzy starts, has to swallow and start again, feet still moving, one in front of the other as his body tries to release some of the tension rising beneath his skin. “We were so drunk. But you told me you’d… You’d knock me up.” “Oh, shit.” Jack breaks his vow of silence. Izzy looks up to find Jack’s eyes alight, a look of absolute joy stretching across his features. It sparkles through Izzy’s veins. “You’re into that?” Kinktober 2022 Day 11 Breeding Kink prompt fill. Or: the one where Izzy wants Jack to get him pregnant.

Fics like I Keep Telling Myself I'm Not the Desperate Type

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