Chapter Seven #5
Hyunwoo pushes off the doorframe and steps toward me, his grin easy and warm.
“You’re not going to show for a while yet,” he says, nodding at my hand still pressed to my belly.
“My research says you probably won’t be visibly pregnant until four or five months along.
Maybe even later, with your muscle tone and how you carry your weight. ”
“I know that,” I snap, dropping my hand and turning away from the mirror. I reach for the t-shirt I left folded on the dresser, but Hyunwoo’s arm shoots out and his fingers close around my wrist, stopping me mid-reach.
He turns me toward the bed. I plant my feet and give him a look over my shoulder, flat and pointed.
“I’m pregnant now,” I say. “We can stop this.”
Hyunwoo’s face scrunches. He frowns at me like I’ve just suggested something deeply unreasonable. “Who says?”
“Common sense says. We agreed the sex was only until I conceived. I’ve conceived. Mission accomplished. We don’t need to do this anymore.”
He doesn’t let go of my wrist. His frown deepens, he looks almost offended, and then his expression rearranges itself into an earnest, informed look and I know he’s about to deploy one of his researched arguments. I brace myself.
“That was before I researched it further,” he says.
“See, regular sex is actually beneficial and even recommended for pregnant omegas. It’s right there in the papers the doctor gave us today, Yuggie.
Apparently regular sexual activity helps pregnant omegas stay calm and hormonally balanced.
It reduces stress and anxiety, improves blood flow to the womb, strengthens the uterine walls.
” He ticks the points off on his free hand’s fingers.
“It’s good for you and it’s good for the baby. ”
I narrow my eyes at him, trying to assess whether he’s feeding me a line or whether there’s actual truth behind it.
The annoying thing is, I do think I’ve read something about sex being beneficial during pregnancy.
Somewhere. Maybe on one of the omega health forums I’ve been guiltily scrolling through at 3 AM when I can’t sleep.
And Hyunwoo has been consistently right about the research he’s done throughout this whole process—the positioning after sex, the prenatal vitamins, the dietary recommendations.
He’s been thorough and accurate about every piece of information he’s brought to me so far, which makes it frustratingly difficult to dismiss him outright.
But I also know Hyunwoo. I know the tilt of his head when he’s constructing an argument designed to get him what he wants.
I know the way his voice drops half a register when he’s being persuasive versus when he’s being honest. And right now, there’s a gleam in his eye that I instinctively don’t trust.
“We can’t make this a regular thing,” I say. My voice comes out firm, but even I can hear the lack of real conviction behind it. “I’m only putting up with this for the baby’s benefit.”
“I know,” Hyunwoo says, nodding solemnly. “I understand completely.” His grip on my wrist shifts, his thumb pressing into my pulse point, and he steps closer. “Let me make it good for you, then.”
He tips my chin up with two fingers and kisses me.
My cock twitches the second his lips touch mine.
It’s instantaneous, a direct line from his mouth to my groin.
And between my cheeks, slick starts to flow—warm and slippery, seeping out of my hole and sliding down the cleft of my ass, soaking into the waistband of my sweatpants.
That’s been the most insane change since my heat.
My body produces slick now like it’s being paid to, keeping my hole perpetually wet and ready in a way it never was before, like my body took one look at Hyunwoo’s knot and decided to keep the welcome mat out permanently.
It’s gotten so bad that I had to order special absorbent waterproof underwear online—a purchase I made at 2 AM in a state of deep humiliation, clicking through product options with my face burning while Hyunwoo snored in the next room.
I can feel slick leaking down the back of my sweatpants right now, and there’s nowhere to hide it as Hyunwoo deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding past my lips, his free hand releasing my wrist and slipping around to my back.
His palm slides down my spine and dips below my waistband, cupping the curve of my ass before his fingers slide between my cheeks, gliding through the slick pooling there.
He hums against my mouth—a low, appreciative vibration that I feel in my teeth—and murmurs against my lips.
“You’re always so wet lately.” His fingers press between my cheeks, finding my hole, and push inside with almost no resistance. Two fingers, sinking in to the knuckle, slick squelching around the digits as he scissors them apart. “So ready. So easy to open up.”
My face burns. I try to pull back from the kiss but his other hand comes up to cup the back of my neck, holding me in place, and he nips at my lower lip before tangling our tongues together again.
He presses his hips forward into mine and I feel how hard he already is—his cock a rigid line against my hip through his pants, hot even through the fabric.
My own cock responds by throbbing against the front of my sweatpants, straining toward the contact.
I manage to break the kiss, a string of saliva stretching between our lips. I’m breathing harder than I should be. “I don’t think kissing is one of the medically required activities.”
Hyunwoo grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
His fingers curl inside me, pressing against my prostate, threatening to make my knees buckle.
“I know. But I like how hard and wet it makes you.” He glances down between us, where the front of my sweatpants is tented and darkened with a spreading spot of precum.
“Your cock’s already leaking and your hole is practically gushing. All from a kiss and two fingers.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss, my face so hot I can feel my ears burning.
His grin widens. “Relax. Come here.”
He steers me backward by the hips, his fingers slipping out of me as he guides me until the backs of my legs hit the edge of the mattress.
He sits me down, and then my eyebrows shoot toward my hairline as Hyunwoo drops to his knees between my spread legs.
His hands grip my waistband and pull my sweatpants down and off in one smooth motion, stripping them over my hips and down my thighs and off my ankles before tossing them somewhere behind him.
My cock bobs free, flushed dark and dripping a steady thread of precum, curving up toward my belly.
I start to say, “What are you—” but Hyunwoo’s hand dips between my thighs, his fingers finding their way back to my slick hole and pushing in with two fingers, and at the same time he leans forward and licks the bead of precum off the tip of my cock with a slow, flat swipe of his tongue that makes my abs clench and my breath stutter.
He looks up at me through his lashes, infuriating smirk curving his lips, his brown eyes gleaming with self-satisfaction. “I’m rewarding you,” he says, “for getting pregnant like a good omega.”
The retort is right there on my tongue—something sharp and cutting about where he can shove his reward—but it dissolves into nothing as Hyunwoo’s mouth seals around my cock and sinks down.
His lips stretch around my shaft, his tongue pressing firm against the underside, his cheeks hollowing with suction as he takes me all the way down in one smooth motion.
His nose brushes my lower belly, his throat constricting around the head of my cock, and at the same time his fingers push deeper inside me, sinking through the slick until I can feel the tips brush the entrance to my womb.
That deep, resonant jolt of sensation shoots through me and I gasp, my hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands.
The dual sensation is too much. His mouth, hot and wet and working me with a skill that makes me wonder distantly when the hell he learned to do this, sucking with long pulls that make my toes curl against the hardwood floor.
And his fingers inside me, stroking deep, pressing against my prostate on the way in and then sweeping higher to tease the tight entrance of my womb on the way out, each brush sending sparks cascading through my pelvis.
I last maybe ninety seconds before I’m coming—crying out, my hips bucking up off the mattress, my cock pulsing in his mouth as I spill down his throat.
My hole clamps around his fingers, clenching in waves, and my womb contracts with a deep, pulling sensation that makes my vision blur.