Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 101

~Woo Min~

I had my mouth on his neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark, and his nails were digging into my shoulders like he wanted to rip my shirt off or push me away, I couldn’t tell which. His body kept arching up into mine one second and then tensing the next, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted this or not. I was so fucking hard I couldn’t think straight, knot throbbing, rut screaming at me to flip him over and just take, but I kept it leashed. Barely.

Then he shoved at my chest, hard. "Get off."

I froze, lips still on his skin, breathing him in. Lifted my head slowly. "What?"

"I said get off." His voice was sharp again, that wall slamming back up. He twisted under me, trying to slide out. "This is stupid. I’m out."

"Are you fucking serious right now? Junho am I some sort of joke to you, why do you keep changing your mind and fucking me up, you know what fine... Fine! F. I. N. E!!"

"YES NOW LET ME OFF." He yelled.

I rolled off him fast, sat on the edge of the bed, hands on my knees so I wouldn’t grab him. Heart pounding like I’d just run ten miles. "Okay."

He sat up, grabbed his tank top, yanked it on inside out, didn’t even fix it. Hoodie next, zipped halfway. He was breathing fast, cheeks red, eyes everywhere but me. "Yeah. Forget it. Keep your money, I don’t give a shit. I’m not some desperate whore, I’m gonna figure my life out ."

"I didn’t say you were." My voice came out rough. I rubbed my face. "Junho, look.. "

"No." He stood up, shoved his phone in his pocket, started toward the door. "This was dumb. You’re in rut, I’m broke, whatever. I don’t fuck guys, remember? Told you that already."

I watched him walk, ass tight in those jeans, shoulders stiff. He got to the door, hand on the knob, and just... stopped. Didn’t turn it. He stood there.

"You can keep the money too, I don’t know mind." He said and then walked out.

I didn’t move. Didn’t say shit. Just waited.

He let out this pissed-off growl, low and frustrated. "Fuck."

Turned around slowly, glaring at me like I’d personally ruined his night. "Fuck you, Woo Min."

Then he marched back, grabbed my shirt in both fists, yanked me up, and slammed his mouth on mine.

I made this choked sound, hands flying to his waist on instinct. He kissed like he was mad about it, teeth clacking, tongue shoving in, biting my lip hard enough I tasted blood. I groaned into his mouth, pulled him closer, and he shoved me back down on the bed, climbing on top, grinding down once like he couldn’t help it.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard right against my lips. "I fucking hate you."

"Yeah," I muttered, hands sliding up under his hoodie, thumbs brushing bare skin. "Feeling’s mutual."

He laughed, short and bitter, then kissed me again, slower this time, tongue dragging against mine, sucking on it like he wanted to own it. I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t want to. Just kissed him back, messy and desperate, hands roaming his back, pulling him down so his chest was flush against mine.

He pulled back again, eyes dark. "Still not fucking you."

"Didn’t ask," I said, voice wrecked.

He rolled his eyes, sat up straddling me, yanked his hoodie and tank off in one go. Tossed them on the floor. "But you can touch. Everywhere. Just... slowly. "

"I thought you said no kissing.?"

" Do you want it or not?" he yelled back.

I sat up too, wrapped my arms around his waist, mouth going straight for his neck again. Sucked on the marks I’d already left, then lower, across his collarbone, biting soft. He hissed, fingers in my hair, pulling just hard enough to sting.

"Greedy bastard," he muttered, but tilted his head anyway, giving me more room.

I pushed him down gently, flipped us so he was under me again. Kissed down his chest, slow, tongue flicking over one nipple. He jerked, cursed under his breath.

"Sensitive?" I asked, smirking against his skin.

"Shut up." But his voice cracked.

I sucked on it, hard, rolled the other between my fingers. He arched up, moaning loud, no faking it. Hand tightened in my hair, pulling me closer. I switched sides, gave the other the same treatment, licking, biting, sucking until both nipples were red and swollen and he was squirming under me, hips rolling up, trying to get friction.

"Fuck, okay, that’s... shit... too much," he gasped, but didn’t push me away.

I moved lower, kissing down his stomach, tongue dipping into his navel. He laughed, breathless. "Tickles, asshole."

"Good." I bit his hipbone, sucked a mark there. Hands on his jeans, popping the button. "These off?"

He hesitated half a second, then lifted his hips. "Yeah. But boxers stay on till I say."

I pulled the jeans down slowly, kissed every inch of skin I uncovered. Thighs, knees, calves. Tossed the jeans somewhere. Crawled back up, settled between his legs, mouth on his inner thigh, sucking hard.

He yelped. "Hey! Warn a guy!"

"Payback," I muttered, did it again on the other side.

He kicked at me lightly. "Dick."

"Your favorite kind."

He snorted, but his legs spread wider. I kissed up, mouth brushing over the bulge in his boxers. He was hard, leaking through the fabric already. I pressed my tongue there, licked once.

He bucked, hands flying to my head. "Fuck... wait... "

I pulled back. "Red?"

"No, just... Jesus." He was panting. "Do that again."

I grinned, did it again, slower, mouthing him through the cotton until it was soaked. He was moaning nonstop now, hips rolling, trying to fuck my mouth through the barrier.

"Off," he finally gasped. "Take them off."

I hooked my fingers in the waistband, pulled slowly. His dick sprang out, hard and flushed, tip wet. I groaned just looking. Wrapped my hand around him, stroked once.

He cursed, loud. "Don’t tease."

"Not teasing." I leaned down, licked from base to tip, slow. Swirled my tongue around the head, sucked gently.

His whole body jerked. "Fuck, fuck... "

I took him deeper, hollowed my cheeks, and bobbed slowly. One hand on his hip, holding him down when he tried to thrust. Other hand rolling his balls gently.

He was loud, cursing and moaning and saying my name like it hurt. Fingers tight in my hair, pulling. I kept going, deeper, until he hit the back of my throat. Gagged a little, didn’t care. Wanted him wrecked.

"Woo Min.. shit... I’m gonna.... "

I pulled off, stroked him fast instead. "Not yet."

He whined, actually whined. "You suck."

"Yeah." I crawled back up, kissed him deep so he could taste himself. He moaned into my mouth, sucked on my tongue like he was starving.

His hands went to my shirt, yanking it up. "Off. All of it."

I sat back, stripped fast. Shirt, pants, boxers. He stared, eyes wide, biting his lip.

"Like what you see?" I threw his words back at him.

He flipped me off, but reached for me anyway. Pulled me down, hands everywhere, nails scratching down my back, grabbing my ass. "Big alpha dick! Why is it so big omg ."

I laughed against his mouth, kissed him again, slow and filthy. Ground against him, dicks sliding together, both of us leaking.

He broke the kiss, panting. "Lube?"

"Drawer."

He reached over, grabbed it, slicked his hand fast. Wrapped it around both of us, stroked slowly.

I groaned, buried my face in his neck. "Fuck, Junho."

"Yeah," he muttered, twisting his wrist just right. "Feel good?"

"Too good."

He laughed, breathless. "Poor baby."

I kissed him again, and couldn’t stop. Tongues messy, hands everywhere. I rolled us so he was on top again, let him control the pace. He ground down, stroking us together, moaning into my mouth every time our dicks slid just right.

I grabbed his ass, spread him, thumb brushing over his hole. He tensed.

"Not yet," he said fast. "Just... keep doing that."

I did, circled gently, pressed just enough to feel him clench. He shuddered, kissed me harder, hand speeding up.

"Gonna cum," he gasped against my lips.

"Me too."

He came first, striping my stomach, moaning my name loud enough the neighbors probably heard. I followed right after, biting his shoulder to muffle it.

We stayed like that, panting, sticky, his forehead against mine.

He laughed suddenly, shaky. "Fuck. I hate you."

"Yeah," I said, kissing his jaw. "Me too."

He rolled off, flopped on his back, staring at the ceiling. "Round two after I breathe, I want to make you feel good.."

I turned my head, looked at him. Hair messed up, lips swollen, marks all over his neck and chest. Gorgeous.

"Take your time," I said.

He snorted. "Don’t get sweet on me now."

"Too late."

He groaned, covered his face with his arm. "You’re paying extra for making me like this."

"Already did."

He peeked out, smirked. "Great, Because I’m staying till morning. And you’re feeding me breakfast."

I pulled him close, kissed his temple. "Deal."

He grumbled, but curled into me anyway, leg thrown over mine.