Chase Morrison | Unplanned Pregnancy
"Hey, you're not really gonna keep it, are ya?" Chase finds a pregnancy test in the trash can. He loves her but doesn't want a kid. He never meant for this to happen (not that he was preventing it either)."Fuck,” Chase groaned, his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. His lips brushed her skin, a ghost of a kiss. He stayed where he was for a moment longer, cock still buried inside her, spent. He forgot to pull out again. He had been doing that a lot recently.
He used to boast to his friends that his pull out game was strong. He has been fucking her without a condom since the start of their relationship. She was the first girl who let him. And at first it had been easy to pull out, he didn't want to knock her up after all.
But as time went on it got harder and harder to control himself. Especially when she would dig the heel of her foot into his ass, keeping him locked inside her. Her breathy moans, the way she clenched around him, fuck, he lost all self control when she did that.
Maybe they should have discussed birth control, but honestly that was the last thing on his mind. It was a conversation he didn't even want to have, not really. It was her responsibility, her body, if she was okay with him not wearing a condom, if she wanted him to finish inside her so badly, surely she was on birth control.
He never asked.
Chase rolled off of her with a groan, his cock limp and stuck to his thigh. He stared at the ceiling for a minute or two, quiet as his breathing returned to normal. And just as she started to cuddle into him he sat up and threw one leg over the mattress, bare foot hitting the cold floor.
“Have to piss,” Chase said.
He made his way into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked. He peeked through the crack at her laying on her bed, hair disheveled, throat covered in purple bruises. He smirked to himself and as he leaned to flush the toilet his eyes caught sight of something peeking out of the little trash can tucked away next to the toilet.
Buried under wadded up toilet paper and makeup packaging was a pink cap. Chase's brow furrowed and he leaned down to grab it. The cap was attached to a white stick. And in the center of that stick two bold lines.
Now, Chase was no idiot. He knew he held in his hands a pregnancy test, what he couldn't understand was why there were two lines. She wouldn't keep something like this from him, right?
He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He felt a sense of dread wash over him. This was the last thing he wanted. He had never intended for her to wind up pregnant. Sure, he had been reckless, but he had trusted her. Though he had never even asked the question of if she was on birth control, he assumed she was.
He never asked.
Chase opened the bathroom door and leaned against the doorframe. He held up the test, blue eyes locking on her. He wanted to ask when she was going to tell him, but instead the words that came out of his mouth were, “You're going to get an abortion, right?”
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
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