Pregnant for the straight CEO Chapter 106

~Woo min~

The knot finally deflated soti in the late morning, and I eased out of Junho’s ass inch by slow inch, both of us groaning at the slick, filthy drag.

My dick had been buried balls-deep in him all fucking night, hours of throbbing heat, pulsing loads, his tight walls clenching every ti he shifted in his sleep. When I finally slipped free with that wet pop, a rush of cum followed, leaking out of his swollen, pink hole, and all I could think was how bad I wanted to shove my face down there and lick him clean, tongue-fuck every drop back inside. But I just stared, breathing hard, because if I did that right now I’d look like a complete maniac. So I stayed frozen, dick twitching, trying not to dive in like a starving animal.

"Water," he croaked, voice shredded. "And food. And maybe a priest to exorcise your dick from my life."

I laughed, throat dry too, reached for the half-empty bottle on the nightstand and handed it over. He chugged it, water spilling down his chin, then threw the empty bottle at my head. I ducked.

"Drama queen."

"Fuck you, my hips don’t work anymore." He tried to stand, legs buckled, and he sat back down hard. "See? Paralysis. I’m suing."

I grabbed my phone, checked the ti, it was almost noon. Battery full now, notifications exploding. Missed calls from work probably wondering why I ghosted the planet.

Junho flopped back, arm over his eyes. "We’re out of literally everything. I’m running on fus and spite."

"Yeah, noticed." I opened a delivery app, scrolled. "What do you want?"

"Everything. Carbs. Protein. Sugar. Cold shit. Hot shit. Surprise ."

I added fried chicken, pizza, ice cream, three liters of water, extra lube because why not, hit order. "Fifty minutes."

He groaned loudly. "I’m dead by then."

"You’ve been saying that since round four."

"And you’ve been ignoring since round one." He kicked at weakly, foot connecting with my thigh. "This is your fault, by the way. Your stupid rut broke my suppressants."

I smirked, rolled closer, hand sliding up his leg. "Are you complaining?"

He glared, but his scent spiked sweet again, betraying him. "Yes. Constantly. Non-stop."

"Liar." I kissed his knee, bit it light. "You begged for another round like ten minutes ago."

"I was delirious." He shoved my head away. "Heat makes you say shit. Doesn’t count."

The intercom buzzed. Faster than expected.

"Food," I said, climbing out of bed, yanking on sweats commando. "Stay there."

"Like I can move, asshole."

I hit the button to let the guy up, opened the door a crack when he knocked, reached for the bags.

The delivery dude, slled like a beta, early twenties, backpack still on handed them over slowly, nose twitching. Eyes flicked past into the apartnt, scent hitting him full force.

"Damn," he said, grinning loose. "Slls like soone’s having a really good ti in there. Oga heat? Lucky bastard."

My rut slamd back full force, vision narrowing. I stepped forward, blocking the doorway completely, voice dropping to a growl. "Bags. Thanks. Bye."

He blinked, stepped back quickly. "Hey, chill, just... "

I snatched the bags, slamd the door so hard the walls shook, locked it three tis for good asure.

Junho was sitting up when I stomped back in, sheet around his waist, eyes wide. "What the hell was that?"

"So prick sniffed you out. Said you sll good." I dropped the bags on the bed, climbed over him, hands on his hips yanking him under . "Made a comnt."

He stared a second, then burst out laughing.. high, I’ve tathless, ridiculous. "Oh my God, your face. You look like you’re about to commit homicide over fried chicken."

"I might." I buried my face in his neck, inhaling hard, teeth scraping the bite marks already there. "He slled you. Looked past like he wanted in."

Junho kept laughing, shoving at my shoulders weakly. "He’s gone! Relax, you psycho."

"Not relaxing." I bit down harder, rut roaring. "You’re dripping scent everywhere. The whole hallway probably knows."

"Then do sothing about it," he snapped, but his legs were already spreading, pulling closer. "Since you’re so pissed."

I shoved in hard, no resistance, he was still open and slick. He yelled, back arching, nails raking my back instantly.

"Fuck I’ve told you about warning ,. you animall!"

"You told to."

"I told you to do sothing, not ram like a.... "

I thrust deeper, shutting him up. He moaned loud, head thrown back, cursing my na between gasps.

"Harder fuck yes "

We went at it brutally, bed slamming the wall, him scratching, biting, sweat mixing with old cum. He ca fast, clenching hard, dragging with him. The knot swelled imdiately, locking us again.

He panted under , hair stuck to his face. "Food’s cold now."

"Your fault for being loud."

"My fault?" He laughed shaky. "You slamd the door like a jealous husband."

"Shut up."

We moved awkwardly, rolling us side by side, still tied, reaching for the bags. I opened the chicken first, there was grease everywhere.

He grabbed a piece, bit into it savage, sauce on his lips. "Feed or I’ll bite you."

I took a bite, then held one to his mouth. He ate it off my fingers, licked them deliberately , eyes locked on mine.

"This is stupid," he muttered, mouth full. "I’m stuck on your knot eating chicken like a savage."

"Best chicken you’ll ever have."

He snorted, grabbed ice cream next, spooned so straight from the tub, held it to my mouth. I ate it, then kissed him cold sweat mixing with salt and heat.

We fed each other in a ssy way , laughing when sauce dripped, arguing over who got the last wing. He rocked slowly on the knot every ti I shifted, moaning around spoonfuls.

"You’re gonna kill with this heat," I said, licking ice cream off his thumb.

"Good. Payback." But his hand was in my hair, tugging gently.

Phone rang again, so cousin. I ignored.

Junho grabbed it, saw the na, face changing. "Answer."

"No."

"It’s the third ti."

I took it, silenced it.

He stared. "Family?"

"Yeah."

"Important?"

"Probably not."

He didn’t push, just took another bite of pizza, cheese stringing. Knot tugged as he shifted, made us both groan.

"Stop moving," I muttered.

"You stop being huge."

"Impossible."

He laughed, dropped his head to my chest. "This is the weirdest heat ever."

"Yeah." I kissed his hair. "But you’re not complaining."

"Much."

We finished most of the food, ice cream half-lted, him licking it off my fingers slowly just to ss with . Knot was still firm, heat waves simring low but not crashing yet.

Phone rang again, cousin. Persistent.

This ti Junho answered before I could stop him, put it on speaker.

"Woo Min’s phone," he said, voice rough but steady.

Silence, then my cousin, voice tight, shaking. "Who is this? Well I don’t know but Uh hey. Is he... look, tell him it’s urgent. Rin’s gone. Baby Rin. I turned around for two seconds at the park and she vanished. Police are here but they’re slow and we’re freaking out and Woo Min’s good at this shit, he knows people, please... "

Junho went stiff against .

I grabbed the phone, heart dropping. "Hey. Talk to ."

"Woo Min... fuck thank God . He’s gone, man. Three hours now. We’ve searched everywhere... "

"I’m coming," I said instantly, sitting up, the knot yanked hard, Junho cried out, grabbed my arm.

"No," he whispered, eyes wide. "No."

"I’ll be there soon as I can. And I’ll be back for you. "

"You’re knotted," Junho hissed, off speaker now, yanking the phone away. "You can’t, I’m in heat... "

I took it back. "Give thirty. I’ll figure it."

I hung up, looked at him.

He was shaking his head hard, face crumpling. "Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare."

"Junho.. "

"You’re inside !" His voice cracked high. "I’m in full heat, Woo Min. You pull out now and I’ll be screaming on the floor in twenty minutes. You leave and I’m alone no knot, no alpha, no nothing. I can’t I won’t survive that."

I cupped his face, thumbs wiping tears already falling. "He’s five. Rin’s five. Scared sowhere."

"I know!" he yelled, shoving at my chest weak. "I know, okay? But you can’t you promised you said you wouldn’t leave... "

"I didn’t know... "

"I don’t care!" Tears streaming now, fists pounding my shoulders. "Don’t go! He’s a baby but there’s soone else to look after him , Woo Min, don’t go!"

I grabbed his wrists, held them. "I can’t hurt you like this but I need to. "

"You’re hurting if you go!" He sobbed once, ugly and loud. "I’ll hate you if you don’t stay"

" I’ll.... fuck.. please don’t make choose"

"You’re not choosing," he said, pulling close, arms crushing. "I am asking you to pick . ."

He cried harder into my neck, body shaking, scent turning sour with panic and heat mixing.

Phone buzzed text. Probably another update. Another plea.

I didn’t look.

I held him tighter, knot still locking us, his tears soaking my skin.

"I’m sorry," I whispered.

He didn’t answer, just clung harder, sobbing quietly now.

I was stuck.

Rin was missing.

And I couldn’t move.