Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 98

~Hana~

I was still sprawled half on top of Ning, both of us sweaty and gross, her face buried in my neck laughing into my skin like the whole drool-and-ass-fingering disaster was the funniest thing that ever happened to us, when my phone kept buzzing like it was possessed. I reached over, almost knocked it off the nightstand, and saw Woo Min’s name again. Third call in five minutes. Shit.

I hit speaker and flopped back down, Ning’s arm tight around my waist like she wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon. "What now?" I said, trying to sound normal even though my voice was wrecked from all the yelling I’d done when she made me come.

Woo Min sounded like absolute hell, all raspy and shaky, breathing way too fast. "Hana... sorry... Do you have Junho’s number? Like, your boyfriend Junho? The one you said you tamed?"

I froze. Ning lifted her head, hair sticking to her forehead, eyes narrowing at the phone like it personally offended her. We both said at the exact same time, "Why?"

Woo Min let out this desperate laugh that turned into a groan. "Because I’m dying here, that’s why. Full rut. Like, bad. The worst one yet. And I really need to get fucked so I Left Rin with one of my cousins, low-key feeling bad for the kid for moving hands time again but whatever I need help. I’m losing my fucking mind, Hana."

Ning’s grip on me tightened hard enough I winced. She mouthed, "Rut?" all confused and pissed at the same time.

I sat up a little, pushing hair out of my face. "Wait, slow down. Your alpha-crisis level? You need an omega right now?"

"Yes!" he basically yelled, then lowered his voice like someone might hear. "I can’t think, I can’t work, I jerked off four times already and it’s not helping. And I remember you bragging about how you had this perfect boyfriend who does whatever you say, and I swear to God that one time we hung out in the restaurant, all of us, I could smell him, so sweet, hiding it, but definitely omega. I thought maybe... maybe he’s free? Or could be? Please, Hana, I’m begging. You know I’d owe you forever."

Ning’s jaw dropped. She grabbed the phone out of my hand, holding it between us like she needed to hear this better. "You smelled Junho?" she asked, voice all sharp. "As an omega ?"

Woo Min paused, breathing heavy. "Yeah? Why is that weird? Wait.... is he there? Put him on."

I snatched the phone back, heart pounding for no reason. "He’s not listen, Woo Min, just calm down a second... "

"I can’t calm down! My dick hurts, my head’s pounding, everything smells like sex and it’s driving me insane. If Junho’s real and he’s half as good as you made him sound, I’ll pay him. Whatever he wants. Just... help me out here."

Ning was staring at me now, eyes huge, that new alpha scent kicking up again because she was getting worked up. She whispered, "He’s talking about me," all horrified and smug at the same time.

I covered the mic with my hand. "I know, shut up."

Woo Min kept going. "Hana, come on. You fucked me once, you know I’m not a creep. I just need someone who can take it, someone who won’t flake. You trust me, right? Tell Junho I’ll be good to him."

I groaned loud, dropped my head back on the pillow. Ning crawled up over me, pinning my wrists without even thinking about it, that possessive thing flaring hard. "You’re not seriously thinking about sending some random Alpha to him," she hissed right in my face, close enough her breath hit my lips.

"He’s not random," I shot back, shoving at her chest even though it did nothing. "We hooked up, like, twice. And he’s freaking out. You heard him, he’s suffering."

"Yeah, and?" She leaned down harder, nose brushing mine. "You’re mine now. You don’t get to play matchmaker for horny alphas who want to fuck your fake boyfriend."

I laughed, couldn’t help it, even though the whole thing was insane. "Jealous much? You just finger-banged my ass and came staring at my pussy like a serial killer, and now you’re mad some guy wants a piece of fictional Junho?"

Her face went red, but she didn’t move. "Damn right I’m jealous. You smell like me. All over. And now this dude’s sniffing around?"

On the phone Woo Min whimpered, like actually whimpered. "Hana? You both know I’m right here and I can hear you both right."

I pulled my hand off the mic. "I’m here, I’m here. Just... give me a second, okay?"

Ning rolled off me, sat up against the headboard, arms crossed, glaring at the phone like she could kill it with her mind. "So what, you’re gonna tell him Junho’s fake? Or you gonna pimp out your childhood friend to some doctor with a boner?"

"Shut up," I snapped, then felt bad because she looked actually hurt under the attitude. I crawled over, straddled her lap without thinking, hands on her shoulders. "Listen. Woo Min’s not a bad guy. He’s loaded, yeah, but he’s also stuck alone with blue balls from hell. And remember Junho’s whole career thing? The one I made up where he’s stable like... NoNo he’s actually struggling idol or whatever... "

Ning snorted. "Yeah, the one you invented so people would stop asking why you’re single."

"Exactly. So if we send Woo Min Junho’s number... I mean, Junho could use the cash, right? Rich doctor wants to pay for sex, and if Junho’s cool with it..."

She stared at me, eyes narrowing. "You’re talking about me. You’re literally saying send me to go fuck some alpha in rut."

I rolled my eyes, poked her chest. "Not you you. Junho you. The pretty omega version."

She grabbed my wrist, held it tight. "And what if I say no? What if I don’t want your fake boyfriend to hook up with him ?"

"Then we tell Woo Min sorry and let him suffer," I said, shrugging even though my stomach twisted a little. "But come on. You’re the one who flushed your pills and went full alpha psycho on me this morning. You really gonna let some other alpha suffer when you know exactly how bad it gets?"

She groaned, dropped her head against my collarbone. "This is so fucked up."

"I know."

Woo Min’s voice cracked through the speaker again. "Hana, I’m serious, I’ll venmo him any amount, five hundred or more, just to talk. Please. I’ll venmo you too."

Ning lifted her head, looked at me all serious now. "Five hundred?"

I smirked. "Told you he’s rich."

She bit her lip, thinking, then let out this long dramatic sigh. "Fine. But only because I don’t want you feeling guilty. And he’s paying you too"

I laughed hard, kissed her quickly and messy. "Deal."

I grabbed the phone again. "Okay, Woo Min, chill. Junho’s... shy. But yeah, I can send you his number. He’s interested, I think. But you gotta be nice, okay? No pushing."

He made this choked relieved sound. "Oh my goodness , thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. I’ll be so nice. I’ll buy him dinner first, whatever he wants, and check your account and you’ll receive something soon."

Ning mouthed "dinner?" looking horrified.

I ignored her. "Cool. Sending it now. Text him, don’t call right away.... he gets nervous, and you know he hooked up with Yu Jin right, he literally hates ABO at times ."

"Got it. You’re a fucking lifesaver, Hana, and yeah I know that, I don’t give a fuck, we all hooking up with each other."

"Yeah yeah." I hung up, tossed the phone on the bed, and turned back to Ning, who was staring at the ceiling like she couldn’t believe this was her life.

"So," I said, poking her side. "Ready to play needy pussy for me?"

She grabbed me, flipped us so fast I yelped, pinning me down again with that new alpha strength. "Only if you promise to eat me out after every date," she growled against my neck, biting hard enough I gasped.

"Deal," I panted, already pulling her closer. "But you’re wearing the skirt I bought you."

She groaned loud into my skin. "I hate you."

"Liar."

We were still making out, half arguing about what Junho should charge for a knot, when my phone buzzed with a new text from Woo Min, probably thanking me again.

I ignored it.

Let Junho deal with that shit.

~Woo Min~

I’ve always known exactly what I wanted. Women. Soft curves, sweet voices, the way they laugh and lean into me like I’m something worth trusting. Yu Jin was the peak of that. perfect, gorgeous, everything I chased and finally caught. Men? Never even a flicker. Not once. I’d laugh with the guys when they joked about pretty idols or whatever, but it was just noise. I liked pussy. End of story.

Until this fucking rut hit me like a freight train.

It started two days ago, this clawing heat under my skin that no amount of jerking off could touch. I paced my apartment, sweating, snarling at nothing, and every time I tried to picture someone to get me through it, my brain betrayed me. Instead of Yu Jin’s long hair or some random nurse from work, I kept getting hit with that scent. Junho’s scent. Sweet and clean and fucking addictive, like fresh rain on skin.

I hated it.

But now I’m lying here, dick aching, sheets kicked off, and all I can think about is him. How he’d look under me, flushed and gasping. How that scent would get stronger when he’s turned on. How tight he’d feel. My hand moves without permission, stroking fast, and it’s his name I bite back when I come way too quick, shaking and ashamed.

I’ve never wanted a man who’s not proud to be a ABO, I’ve had boyfriends and girlfriends. But reluctant ABOs? Never.

But right now, rut burning me alive, I want Junho so bad it hurts. I want to pin him down, bury myself in him, knot him until he can’t think straight. Just sex. Just to get it out of my system. Just to stop this obsession.

It’s the rut talking. Has to be.

Because the alternative is way too fucking terrifying.