Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 99

~Woo Min~

I’d jerked off again right after hanging up with Hana, picturing that sweet omega scent I remembered from days ago when we all hung out, and yeah, it helped for like five minutes, but then it came roaring back worse.

Finally I typed it out.

Hey. This is Woo Min. Hana gave me your number. I know this is random as fuck but I’m going through a really bad rut right now and she said you might be open to helping me out. No pressure obviously but I’d really appreciate it if we could talk.

I hit send before I could overthink it more, then threw the phone on the bed like it burned me. I paced the room, ran my hands through my hair, tried to breathe slowly.

The phone buzzed almost right away and I lunged for it like a desperate idiot.

Who the hell is this and why does Hana have you texting me?

I laughed out loud, short and shaky, because yeah, fair. He didn’t even have my number saved. I could picture him pretty face all confused and annoyed, those big eyes narrowing at the screen.

It’s Woo Min. We met a couple times with Hana and the others? Tall doctor guy, dark hair, remember?

Three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again. Then:

Oh. Yeah. Hi. What the fuck do you mean "helping you out"?

Straight to the point. Cute. My heart started pounding harder and I sat down on the edge of the bed, palms sweaty.

Look I’ll be honest. I’m in full rut and it’s killing me. Hana said you’re an omega and that you’ve done this kind of thing before? I’m not trying to be a creep I swear I just need someone who can handle it and she said you’re good. I’ll pay whatever you want. Seriously.

I sent it and immediately wanted to delete the whole conversation but it was too late. He was typing.

Pay? Like... you’re asking to pay me for sex?

Yeah. Pretty much. I know it sounds shitty but I’m losing my mind here and you’d be doing me a huge favor.

Dots. Long pause. Then a single laughing emoji followed by:

How much we talking?

I grinned despite myself, relief hitting me so hard my shoulders sagged.

Name your price. 500 just to meet and talk? More if we actually do anything.

I hit send and then, because I was already this far in and the rut was screaming at me to lock this down, I opened Venmo and sent him 700 before he even replied. Marked it "thanks in advance."

His reply came thirty seconds later.

You just sent me seven hundred bucks. Are you serious right now?

Dead serious. There’s more where that came from if you’re actually down.

Another pause. I could almost hear him thinking, weighing it, probably staring at the money in his app like it wasn’t real.

I heard your idol thing isn’t going great lately. I could help with that too if you want. Connections, whatever. Just say yes and let me take you to dinner tonight.

I added that last part quickly, trying to make it sound less like a transaction, more like a date or something. My face felt hot. I never had to beg anyone for anything, let alone a guy.

The dots stayed for a long time. Then:

Fine. Dinner. But if you’re weird I’m leaving and keeping the money.

Deal. I’ll pick you up at 8? Send me your address.

He sent it five minutes later with no message, just the location pin. I stared at it, dick twitching again at the thought that this was actually happening. An omega. A male omega. Me wanting one this bad. My whole life I’d been chasing girls and omega who wanted Me and now I was paying a pretty boy idol to let me knot him. Rut was a hell of a drug.

I showered twice, changed shirts three times, picked the nicest one that didn’t scream try-hard. Drove over way too early and parked outside his building, hands tight on the wheel. Kept checking the time. 7:45. 7:50. 7:55.

At 8:02 the door opened and there he was.

Fuck.

He looked exactly how I remembered but better hair a little longer, messy in that way that made you want to grab it, wearing this oversized hoodie and tight jeans that hugged his ass perfectly. Face all sharp and pretty, lips full, eyes huge even from here. And the second he stepped closer to the car, even with the window up, I smelled him.

Sweet. Clean. Omega.

My knot started swelling instantly, pressing painfully against my zipper. I shifted in the seat, trying to adjust without being obvious, but my hands were shaking when I reached over to unlock the door.

He slid in, buckled up, glanced at me sideways. "Hey."

"Hey." My voice came out rough. I cleared my throat. "You look good."

He snorted. "Thanks. You look like you’re about to pop a vein."

I laughed, short and embarrassed, pulled away from the curb. "Yeah, well, rut’s a bitch."

"No shit." He stared out the window for a second, then turned back. "So how’d you even know I’m an omega? I don’t exactly advertise that."

"Your scent," I said without thinking, then winced. "Sorry. That sounded creepy."

He raised an eyebrow. "Kinda did. But okay. Hana told you everything else?"

"Pretty much. Said you’re cool, discreet, and that you’ve been struggling with the idol stuff lately." I glanced at him. "I meant it about helping. I know people."

He went quiet, fingers picking at the sleeve of his hoodie. "Yeah. It’s been rough. Group’s basically done, company’s dropping us, I’ve been living off ramen and hope for months." He laughed, bitter. "Seven hundred bucks is more than I’ve made in weeks."

I nodded, gripping the wheel tighter. His scent was filling the whole car now, sweet and warm, making my mouth water. "I’ll take care of you tonight. Whatever you need."

He shifted in his seat, looking at me fully now. "You’re really hard up, huh?"

"You have no idea."

We got to the restaurant, this quiet upscale place I picked because it had private booths and the second we sat down I couldn’t think straight. He was right there across from me, close enough that every time he moved I got another hit of that scent. I ordered for both of us because my brain was fried, barely heard what he said when he tried to make small talk.

"So you and Hana broke up?" he asked, sipping water, watching me over the glass.

"Yeah. We were never really together ." My eyes kept dropping to his mouth, his neck, the way his throat moved when he swallowed.

He smirked a little.I leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Can I be honest?"

"Shoot."

"I can’t stop smelling you. It’s making me crazy."

His eyes widened, cheeks going pink. "Dude."

"Sorry." I rubbed my face. "I’m trying to be normal but the rut’s bad. Really bad."

He bit his lip, looked away. "It’s fine. I get it. I’ve dealt with alphas in rut before."

The waiter brought food and I barely touched mine. Kept staring at him, at the way he ate, slow and careful, like he didn’t want to seem too hungry even though he probably was. My hand moved across the table without me deciding, fingers brushing his wrist.

He froze, looked down at my hand, then up at me. "We’re in public."

"I know." My thumb rubbed his skin. "Can we get out of here?"

He hesitated, then nodded once.

We paid.. well, I paid and the second we were back in the car I couldn’t help it. Reached over, cupped the back of his neck, pulled him close. Tried to kiss him.

He turned his head fast, my lips landing on his jaw instead. "Whoa, slow down."

"Come on," I muttered against his skin, breathing him in deep. "You smell so fucking good."

"Yeah, and you’re acting like a dog in heat." He pushed at my chest, not hard, but firm. "Dinner first, remember?"

"I can’t wait." My other hand slid down, grabbed his ass through the jeans, squeezed. He had the perfect handful, firm and round, and I groaned low.

He yelped, shoved me harder. "Hey! Hands off until we’re somewhere private at least."

I pulled back, breathing hard, knot throbbing so bad it hurt. "Sorry. Fuck. Sorry."

He fixed his hoodie, glaring. "You’re lucky you already paid or I’d be out."

I drove to the hotel I’d booked earlier, hands white on the wheel the whole time, trying not to grab him again. The second the door closed behind us in the room I was on him pushed him against the wall, mouth on his neck, hands grabbing his ass again, grinding against him.

He made this surprised sound, hands on my shoulders. "Jesus, Woo Min... "

"Let me kiss you," I said, voice wrecked, lips brushing his. "Please."

He turned his head again. "Wait. Wait. Can we talk first?"

"No." I grabbed his hips, pulled him flush against me so he could feel how hard I was. "I need you now."

He squirmed, breath hitching. "You’re being pushy as fuck."

"I know." I kissed his neck instead, sucked hard enough to leave a mark. "I can’t help it. You smell perfect."

He shoved at me again, harder this time, voice going sharp. "I said wait."

I didn’t listen. Tried to kiss his mouth again, hands sliding under his hoodie, feeling warm skin.

That’s when he snapped.

"Get off me!" He pushed me back with both hands, eyes flashing. "What the hell is wrong with you? I said no!"

I stumbled back a step, chest heaving, staring at him. The rut roared in my head, telling me to take, to claim, but his face angry, flushed, lips swollen from where I’d kissed his neck it hit me like cold water.

He glared, arms crossed tight. "You think because you paid you get whatever you want? Fuck that. I’m not some toy."

"I—" My voice cracked. I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to breathe. "I’m sorry. I’m really fucked up right now. The rut’s never been this bad."

"Yeah, well, control yourself or I’m leaving." He grabbed his phone from his pocket, thumb hovering like he was ready to call someone.

Panic hit me hard. "Don’t. Please. I’ll stop. I’ll be good."

He stared at me for a long second, eyes narrowed. "Sit down. Over there." He pointed at the chair across the room.

I went. Sat like a kicked dog, hands on my knees, trying not to shake.

He stayed by the wall, watching me. "You gonna chill?"

"Yeah." I swallowed hard. "Yeah, I’m chilling."

He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t leave either. Just stood there, arms still crossed, pretty mouth set in a line.

And I sat there rock hard, aching, ashamed, wanting him more than ever, knowing I’d fucked it up already.

This was going to be a long night.

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