Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 91

~Anning~

I just stared up at her for a second, chest heaving, her hair tickling my face, both of us sweaty and wrecked and grinning even though my brain was screaming what the actual fuck just happened. She was still propped on her elbow, waiting for an answer to that question what made me do this all of a sudden and I felt my stomach twist because the truth was messy and complicated and probably sounded insane out loud.

I reached up, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and let out this shaky laugh. "Okay, don’t freak out on me, but I think... I think it’s the pheromones. Or the suppressants. Or both. Whatever."

She blinked. "Come again?"

"I mean it," I said, words tumbling out fast because if I slowed down I’d lose my nerve. "I’ve been on those stupid pills since I was like liitle, right? And ran away. And they worked. Too well. I never got the crazy heats, never leaked pheromones, never felt that pull toward anyone the way Yu Jin does. I thought I was just... neutral and no longer an ABO like I always hated. Or boring. Or straight. Pick one."

Hana snorted. "You thought you were straight? Girl, you cried during that movie with the two girls kissing and said it was allergies."

"Shut up, I did have allergies," I snapped, face burning. "Or that’s what I told myself. Point is, everything was muted. Crushes felt like background noise. Fan xiao was safe. He smelled fine, he was hot, his mom liked me, whatever. But it never hit hard. Not like this. I guess I just always wanted him that bad I even surpressed the fact that I was a feme alpha. " I gestured between us. "Tonight at the club, that guy was all over me and my body was like yeah sure, but my brain kept going Hana Hana Hana and I panicked."

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "So you’re blaming drugs for jumping me?"

"Not blaming," I muttered, pulling her down so her head was on my chest again because looking her in the eye while saying this felt impossible. "Explaining. Maybe without all those suppressants screwing with my head I’d have figured this out sooner. Maybe I’d have known why I got so pissed every time you dated someone. Why I hated sharing you. Why I always ended up back here crying on your couch instead of anywhere else."

She was quiet for a second, fingers tracing lazy circles on my stomach. "You know I’ve always been here, right? Like, always. Even when you were engaged to that idiot and I wanted to strangle him half the time."

"I know," I whispered, throat tight. "You’re the only one who’s never left. Not my dad, not my mom really, not Xiao. You. Even when I was a total bitch, even when I ditched plans to hang with his friends, even when I acted like your hookups were annoying. You stayed."

"Because you’re my person, dumbass," she said, voice soft but teasing. "Annoying as hell, but mine."

I laughed, wet and sniffly. "Yeah, well, now I’m your person who apparently wants to make out with you constantly, so deal with it."

She lifted her head, smirking. "Oh no, whatever will I do."

"Exactly." I pulled her into another kiss, slow this time, because I could now. No rushing. Her lips were soft and she tasted like us and I couldn’t get enough. We rolled so I was on top again, hands sliding down her sides, thumbs brushing under her breasts because God they were perfect and I needed to touch everything.

She arched into me, moaning a little. "Greedy."

"Very," I muttered against her neck, kissing down, biting lightly because she liked that earlier. "Been missing out for years, gotta catch up."

"Fair," she gasped when I took one nipple in my mouth, sucking slow, tongue flicking until she was squirming. "Fuck, Ning, you’re good at that."

"Natural talent," I said, switching to the other one, hand sliding lower because she was already wet again and I wanted to make her fall apart one more time. "Or maybe just really motivated."

She laughed, breathless. "Motivated, huh? Prove it."

I slid two fingers inside her easy, curling them the way she’d shown me before, thumb on her clit, and she bucked hard, cursing loud.

"Yes, like that, don’t stop talking shit though, I like it."

"Oh, I’m full of shit to talk," I said, pumping slow, watching her face because it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. "Like how you’re already dripping for me again, greedy hypocrite."

"Shut up and go faster," she snapped, but she was grinning, nails scratching my back.

"Make me."

She grabbed my hair, yanked me up for a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue while I sped up, hitting that spot that made her thighs shake. We were talking over each other, half laughing, half moaning.

"You’re such a brat... "

"Takes one to know one... "

"Fuck, right there, don’t you dare stop.... "

"Wasn’t planning on it, relax... "

"I’m not relaxing when you’re... oh God.... "

She came hard, clenching around my fingers, yelling my name into my mouth, body shaking so much I had to hold her down. I kept going gentle until she pushed my hand away, oversensitive and giggling.

She was playing with my hair, quiet for once.

I swallowed hard. Here came the scary part.

"You know I get it if this is... too much," I said, voice small. "Like, I know you’ve always been straight. Dated guys. Hooked up with guys. Never girls. And I’m the one who used to make those dumb homophobic jokes in high school because I was scared of my own shit. So if you’re just... experimenting or whatever, I won’t be mad. I don’t expect anything big. Maybe this feeling fades tomorrow when the ovulation chills out and I’m back to whatever suppressed mess I was. But right now? I want you so bad it hurts. And if you want me too, even just tonight, I’m here."

She went still under me. Then she tilted my chin up, made me look at her.

"Listen to me, you idiot," she said, eyes serious but soft. "I’ve dated guys because that’s what was easy. That’s what everyone expected. But I’ve been half in love with you since the day you punched that asshole for calling me a slut. I just buried it because you were straight, or I thought you were, and then you got with Min and I figured I’d die single and bitter."

I stared at her. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah, what," she mocked gently. "I’ve wanted you forever. The hookups? Distractions. The sarcasm? Armor. You think I let just anyone cry on my couch and eat my ice cream and steal my hoodies? No. Only you."

My eyes filled up fast, stupid tears again. "So you’re... not straight?"

She shrugged, smirking through it. "Labels are dumb. I like who I like. And I like you. A lot. More than like. The big scary word. So no, this isn’t experimenting. This isn’t gonna fade tomorrow. Unless you wake up and regret it, in which case I’ll kick your ass and then cry in the shower."

I laughed, crying harder. "I won’t regret it. I couldn’t. You’re everything."

"Then stop expecting me to run," she said, wiping my tears with her thumb. "I’m not going anywhere. Not after finally getting you naked and screaming my name."

"I love you," I whispered against her lips. "Like, the real kind. Not best friend kind. The annoying forever kind."

She huffed a laugh. "Took you long enough."

"Suppressants," I blamed.

"Sure, blame the pills." She pulled the blanket over us, arms tight around me. "Go to sleep, suppressants girl. We’ve got tomorrow to figure out how gay we are."

I snorted into her neck. "Deal."