Pregnant for the straight CEO Chapter 105

~Woo Min~

I felt my knot starting to swell again, catching on every thrust, and he noticed too because he tensed up, breath hitching.

"No... wait... " he panted, pushing weakly at my chest. "Not again... not yet... "

"Yeah?" I slowed just enough to tease, shallow thrusts so it popped in and out. "You sure? You were begging for it last ti."

"I wasn’t... " he started, then moaned when I shoved deep again. "Fuck okay maybe I was buttt"

I laughed against his throat, licked over the bite I’d left. "Liar."

He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back so we were eye to eye, both of us wrecked and panting. "If you knot again I’m gonna"

"You’re gonna what?" I thrust hard, knot catching fully for a second before pulling back. He cried out, eyes rolling. "Gonna cum all over again? Yeah, thought so."

"Fuck you," he snarled, but it cracked in the middle, and then his whole body started shaking, heat pouring off him in waves, scent spiking so strong it hit like a truck.

I froze mid-thrust. "Junho?"

He went rigid, eyes wide, then shoved at hard. "Get off... fuck... get off... "

I didn’t move, too shocked. His skin was burning up, scent turning sweet and desperate, the kind that made my rut roar in my chest. "You’re... "

"No," he snapped, voice cracking, shoving harder. "I’m not... fuck... I can’t.... "

But even as he said it his hips rolled down on , grinding, chasing friction he didn’t want to want. His face twisted, angry and scared and turned on all at once.

"Junho," I said again, softer, hands sliding up his back. "You’re going into heat."

"Shut up," he hissed, but his legs tightened around , pulling deeper even as he tried to push away. "I’m on suppressants.. this isn’t... this can’t..

"

"Guess they failed," I muttered, thrusting slowly now, careful. "Or maybe my knot fucked them up."

He laughed, high and panicked. "Of course you’d say that, of course you’d be smug about. "

"I’m not smug," I lied, kissing his jaw even as my rut scread at to move. "I’m trying not to lose it here. You’re burning up."

He whimpered, actual whimper, buried his face in my neck. "I hate this.. I hate youuuuu"

"Yeah, I know." I wrapped both arms around him, held him close, started moving again, slowly and deeply. "But you need it, don’t you?"

He didn’t answer, just bit my shoulder hard, muffling the moan when I hit deep again. His whole body was trembling now, clenching around like he couldn’t stop.

"Tell to stop," I said against his ear, voice rough. "Say it and I will."

He made this frustrated sound, half-sob half-growl, and rocked down harder. "Don’t you dare."

I groaned, lost it then, flipped us so he was on his back again, over him, thrusting hard and steady. He yelled my na, legs locking around my waist, nails raking down my back.

"Woo Min... fuck... harder... "

"Yeah?" I panted, giving it to him, knot swelling fast now. "Like this?"

He nodded frantically, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open on these broken little gasps. "Don’t stop... please. "

Hearing him say please wrecked . I slamd in deep, knot catching fully, locking us together again. He scread, back arching off the bed, coming hard between us without even being touched.

I followed right after, groaning into his neck, pumping into him as the knot pulsed and tied us tight.

He was shaking bad now, clinging to like I was the only thing holding him together, little whimpers slipping out every ti the knot tugged.

I rolled us onto our sides so I wasn’t crushing him, pulled him close, hand stroking his back slow. "Hey. Breathe."

He laughed, wet and shaky. "Can’t. You’re... fuck... still inside."

"I know." I kissed his forehead, his cheek, anywhere I could reach. "Just ride it out. I’ve got you."

He went still at that, then punched my chest weakly. "Don’t say shit like that."

"Too late."

He groaned, hid his face in my neck again. "This is your fault."

"Yeah," I admitted, thumb rubbing circles on his hip. "Probably."

"You and your stupid knot and your stupid rut and your stupid everything."

"Keep complaining," I muttered, smiling against his hair. "Makes feel better."

He pinched my side hard. "I hate you."

"You keep saying that."

"Because it’s true."

I pulled back just enough to look at him. His face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips swollen. He looked wrecked and beautiful and pissed off about it.

"You’re in heat," I said quietly. "Full heat. It’s not gonna stop for days."

He stared at , sothing panicked flashing in his eyes. "No. No noI can’t I have shit to do I can’t be stuck here "

"You’re already stuck," I said, shifting a little, making us both groan when the knot tugged. "Literally."

He laughed again, hysterical this ti, dropped his forehead to my chest. "Fuck my life."

"Hey." I tipped his chin up, made him look at . "I’m here, okay? Not going anywhere."

He searched my face like he was waiting for the joke, then looked away fast. "Don’t get weird on ."

"Too late for that too."

He sighed, long and tired, then curled into closer, leg hooking over mine. "Just shut up and hold until this part’s over."

So I did. Held him tight, kissed his temple, breathed him in while he shook and clung and pretended he wasn’t.

After a while the shaking eased, and he relaxed a little, breathing the evening out. I thought he’d fallen asleep, but then he muttered against my skin, "If you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you."

"Which part?" I asked, grinning. "The begging or the cuddling?"

"Both. All of it. Everything."

"Noted."

He pinched again. "I’m serious."

"I know."

He was quiet for a minute, then: "Round four when the knot goes down?"

I laughed so hard the bed shook. "You’re gonna kill ."

"Good," he muttered, but his hand slid down my back, possessive. "You deserve it."

"Yeah," I said, kissing his shoulder. "Probably."

We stayed like that, locked together, him grumbling and holding him until the heat pulled him under again and he started moving on without even thinking about it.

And I let him.

Because fuck, I was gone for him, and we both knew it now.