imagine telling soldier boy youâre pregnant and it doesnât go well.
he pulls out with a grunt, then collapses beside your spent body. your heart beats faster than usual from both the intensity of the orgasm and the little human/supe growing inside your womb. ben on the other hand, doesnât have a drop of sweat on his sculpted body. part of you is envious, wishing you had the same stamina as he. he sits up, his head leaning against the headboard as he waits for you to catch your breath.
once you do, he comments, âiâm surprised you didnât ask for me to go harder. you usually do.â
âi figured i need to get used to being handled more gently.â
âwhereâs the fun in that?â
âdidnât say it was.â
âso why the sudden change?â
you turn your head, and with a smile on your face, you confess, âiâm pregnant.â
he laughs at your words, a little too hard. ât-thatâs a good one, doll.â
âiâm serious.â
âsure you are.â
âi am.â
his brows crease before his neck turns to finally look at you. his eyes search your face to detect a lie, but he canât find any. youâre telling the truth, and that was a problem for him. he already had one kid he couldnât stand; he didnât need another. your hand finds its way to cradle your swelling belly, and his eyes follow. oh, fuck. he noticed you gaining weight, but figured you were just getting fat. there was no use in insulting you; he knew good pussy when he had it, and he wasnât going to ruin that. but then you had to go and tell him youâre pregnant.
âyouâre shitting me, right?â
ânot at all.â
he almost looks unbothered when he turns away and says, ââs alright. we gotta doctor here thatâll take that sucker right out and have you fuck-ready in a few days.â
âw-what?â
âyou think youâre the only one whoâs been impregnated by a supe? we have a doc on standby for these type of situations. vought doesnât want another ryan.â
his words unsettle your tummy, forcing you to sit up. âben, iâm not...iâm keeping it.â
âthe hell you are.â
youâre mortified. you werenât sure how this conversation would go, but this was something you didnât plan for. sure, you figured heâd mention the abortion, maybe even push for it, but this...no, this was on another level. he isnât giving you a choice.
âi-iâm not killing our baby!â
ârelax, you wonât be. trained professionals will.â
hell, no. you hop out of bed and practically run to your discarded clothes, needing to re-dress as fast as possible so you can get the hell out of there.
ânuh uh. no. absolutely not. no oneâs fucking touching me. not, you. not those fucking doctorsâ!â
he clutches your arm and forcefully pulls you away from your clothes. he tugs you into his chest, his nostrils flaring and his face hard as stone. youâve never seen him angrier. his fingers dig into your fragile skin, and though you whimper, he doesnât let up. tears flood your eyes from pain, but they fall once you hear his words:
âiâm afraid i must insist.â
âben, please. just let me go, y-you donât have to helpââ
âyouâre not going anywhere, doll.â
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