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Luka was a househusband, you were a hardworking businessman. Everyday he would wake you up with a cup of coffee, made specially how you liked it. Black, scorching hot, and so flavorless you could still taste the coffee beans.
“Good morning, love!” Luka chirped as he slipped gracefully through the door of your shared bedroom, a fresh cup of coffee in his hands as he walked over to you in bed. “Did you sleep well?”
“Amazing, my dear. And you?” You responded in an almost sultry tone of voice. You accepted the cup of coffee from him, blowing on it before taking a sip and letting out a content hum.
“I slept fine, my love.” Luka smiled innocently, pressing a kiss to your forehead and turning around to walk back out of the bedroom.
“Hm…” You hummed, noticing the taste of the coffee was… different. It seemed to taste different than any other time he made you coffee. “Did you…”
“Hm? Is something the matter?” Luka cut you off as he turned around with an inconspicuous look occupying his face.
“I don’t know, it just tastes a bit different.” You muttered, looking up at him with a slightly perked eyebrow. “The coffee I mean.”
“Oh, that’s… strange. I made it exactly how you like it.” He lied through his teeth, and you believed him.
You only shrugged, then you resumed drinking the strangely bitter-fruity tasting coffee. Luka walked out of the room with a smile, returning to the kitchen to drink his own coffee—the same coffee you were drinking.
Several hours passed by, and you were now sitting at the desk in your office, doing some paperwork for your job. You felt your cheeks grow a bit fuzzy, in which that feeling gradually made its course through the rest of your body. You figured it was just the jitters from having several cups of that coffee, as you had a rather late night and needed the caffeine to stay awake. However, that wasn’t the case. You just didn’t know.
A shirtless Luka entered the office not long after, his aroma wafting through your senses. Maybe he was wearing more cologne today, or perhaps his pheromones were just… extraordinarily sensible today. You looked at Luka, whose cheeks were flushed a soft pink color, and gave him a cheeky, sly grin.
“What in the world did you do to me?” You groan out, feeling the heat of your arousal growing between your legs.
“Nothing in particular, my dear. I just tried a new blend of coffee for you this morning.” Luka responded in an almost seductive tone, approaching you cheekily as he adjusted his shorts.
“A new blend?” You repeated. “And what’s in this new blend, hm?”
“Coffee grounds, pomegranate juice, and I believe a hint of dark chocolate.” He smiled innocently, acting as though neither of you had been consuming it nearly all day.
That dirty rascal. You thought to yourself, smirking as you turned in your chair, Luka now standing in front of you. You leaned back against your chair, looking him up and down thoroughly.
Luka approached you, noticing the obvious erection in your pants, then smiling at you as he straddled your lap. He slung his arms around your neck, before nuzzling his nose against yours and pressing his lips against yours.
Your hands slithered around his waist, then to his hips, pulling him closer into your lap and pressing the heat of your arousal against his. He began to rock his hips lightly, trailing his kisses from your lips to your jawline, then cupping your face with one of his hands as he left a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck.
You let out a quiet groan feeling Luka’s weight on your lap, and you almost couldn’t hold yourself back. You wanted to breathe him in… you wanted to dig into his heat and make him yours forever. You moved a hand to the back of his head, intertwining your fingers in the soft, creamy-blonde colored curls and slightly tugging.
He lightly gasped, moving back with the pull of your hand, looking into your eyes as he gripped your shoulders. It only took you a moment to have him bent over your desk, papers all over the floor due to the impatience and tension in the room.
You were just as quick to tug at the hem of his shorts, trailing kisses across his shoulders and down his spine until you reached the small of his back. You pulled down his shorts, only to learn he was only wearing the shorts. No shirt, no underwear… not even a pair of his lingerie. I guess you could say it was easy access…?
You smirked slightly, using one of your hands to undo the drawstrings of your pajama pants, your free hand finding its way to lightly wrap around Luka’s neck. Once you managed to free yourself of your own confinements, you moved your hand and trailed it down Luka’s back, sending shivers down his spine as you grabbed a small key from the surface of your desk.
You slipped the key into the small lock of a drawer, pulling it open and grabbing out a bottle of vanilla flavored lube. You single-handedly popped the top off, before squirting some out of the bottle and into your hand. You lathered both your hands in it, before rubbing one hand along the length of your cock, then using your other hand to prod at Luka’s hole.
You leaned over Luka’s shoulder, wrapping your free hand around his throat as your other hand remained along the shaft of your throbbing cock. Without a warning, you pushed your hips forward and thrusted into Luka. He let out a moan, his shoulders slumping as he reached forward and gripped the edge of the desk.
The two of you went at it for around an hour, before taking a short break. A very short break. It was probably only like five to ten minutes before you guys were back at it. This carried on until the sun was setting, and at the end of the day; Luka could barely feel his lower body.
His lower abdomen—where a womb would be located—felt rather warm and fuzzy, which was justifiable as the two of you spent all afternoon literally fucking in your office. If he was able to get pregnant, oh boy he would be.
But that’s the twist.
The two of you fell asleep, then carried about your normal life for the next few days. It was normal until it wasn’t.
Luka woke up one morning feeling sick to his stomach, and immediately he rushed to the bathroom. He threw up, and rested himself against the wall behind him. He placed a hand on his stomach, sighing as he slightly winced. He felt his heart racing ever slightly quicker paced than usual, and he hated that feeling.
You lightly knocked on the door, before peeping your head in and checking on him.
“You alright in here, love?” You softly pressed, looking into his almost tired looking eyes.
“I’ll be fine, I’m sure.” He grinned lightly, shutting his eyes just as lightly as he spoke.
“You look sick. Do we need to take you to the doctor?”
“I think I’ll be okay, dear.”
“Well, you just tell me if it gets any wo—”
You were cut off by Luka hunching forward and throwing up again. That wasn’t exactly normal, even for a sickly person.
You ended up taking him to the doctor, brushing his hair with your fingers as the two of you waited in the lobby to be called back.
Several moments later a nurse called out, “Mister Luka?”
The nurse smiled, opening the door for the two of you. You had your hand on the small of Luka’s back, walking beside him as the nurse led you to a room.
“What seems to be the problem today?” The nurse asks as she shuts the door behind the three of you, then walks over to the computer on the desk in the small room.
“I woke up feeling sick to my stomach. I’ve thrown up twice since I woke up.” Luka explained, looking at you somewhat sweetly.
“Alright, and what time did you wake up?” She asked nonchalantly, noting the current time, 14:00 (or 2:00 pm).
“I believe around 7:30?” He responded, trying to recall roughly when he woke up due to having the memory of a god damn caterpillar.
You held his hand, lightly caressing his skin with your thumb as Luka and the nurse exchanged conversation.
“Alrighty, Mister Luka. We’ll send the doctor in in a few minutes. For now, sit tight, talk to Y/N, do whatever.” The nurse smiled as she sanitized her hands and exited the room.
Moments of silence later, the doctor knocked on the door. He opened the door and stepped inside, sanitizing his hands as he sat at the desk and typed something in.
“Good afternoon, Mister Luka.” He greeted, smiling professionally as he slightly waved at the both of you. “My assistant filled me in on what you were telling her. You said you’ve been throwing up and having a strange, almost tight or pressurized sensation in… your pelvic area?”
“Yes, that’s correct.” Luka nodded, crossing his legs at his ankles.
“Alrighty, and have you been sexually active lately at all?” He asked as he sanitized his hands again, slipping on a pair of blue latex gloves. He moved over towards Luka, putting his stethoscope on properly, holding the diaphragm of the tool over certain spots on his lower torso.
Luka’s face flushed a light cerise color, he looked at you for a moment as both parties remembered several nights ago—and… every other night in between then and now.
“Yes sir.” He admitted, lightly nodding his head as the doctor listened to the frequency of his breathing, and the abnormality of his pelvic area… where a womb would be if he had the body of a woman.
The doctor made a face, looking at both you and Luka, before pressing the stethoscope in a few more different spots. “And, you are biologically a male, yes?”
Luka was a bit taken aback by the question. Yes, he was, but why did the doctor need to know that…?
“Uhm… yes, sir.” Luka confirmed, glancing at you slightly confused.
The doctor only nodded, mentally noting his observations that there were abnormalities in his pelvic region. He had every right to guess that it was just some temporary gastrointestinal issue, but the vomiting was what threw him off.
You said not a word, simply observing the things happening in the same room as you—your husband sitting on the medical bed getting examined by a doctor.
“We’re just gonna run some tests if that’s no trouble.” The doctor said as he stood up and removed the stethoscope from his ears and draped it back around his neck.
Luka nodded his head again, letting out a hum of approval as he collected his hands in his lap. You placed a gentle hand on his knee, smiling at him as the doctor stood up and walked out of the room.
He shortly returned with a clipboard, handing it to Luka as he gestured for the both of you to follow him to a different room.
When the three of you made it to the other room, you noticed a monitor and some other medical tools, a bit of confusion washed over both of your faces. Luka sat down, again, on the medical table, waiting for further instruction or information.
“Go ahead and roll your sleeve up for me.” The doctor ordered, sanitizing his hands, equipment, and then putting on a fresh pair of gloves.
- (⚠️Trypanophobia warning; needles⚠️)
Luka obliged, rolling his sleeve up and holding out his arm. The doctor prepared a syringe, before grabbing an alcohol pad and wiping the skin around his veins in the crease of his arm.
The doctor slipped the needle into one of Luka’s veins, drawing roughly 30 milliliters of his blood into the syringe for blood work. He capped the needle, before setting the syringe onto the tray and wiping the area again. He then placed a bandage over it to keep it clean and prevent possible infection.
- (⚠️Trypanophobia section over⚠️)
“We’ll send this to the lab to get it tested, don’t worry; our scientists are fast workers.” The doctor assured, then grabbed a small stick connected to a monitor. He turned it on, before grabbing a bottle of gel from a drawer. An ultrasound? I guess that made enough sense—for internal issues that is.
“Go ahead and lift your shirt for me, sir.” The doctor asked Luka politely. Luka complied, lifting his shirt to give the doctor access to whatever it was he needed to do. He took the gel and lathered some over Luka’s lower abdominal area, as well as on the tip of the transducer.
He paid close attention to the screen as he gently moved the tool across Luka’s skin, taking mental note of what he was seeing. Luka said he was biologically male, and his medical records suggested the same. He literally had a cock. A whole schlong.
The doctor made a somewhat shocked face, before pressing a few buttons on the control panel of the monitor. He finished up what he was doing, and sent screenshots of the ultrasound to one of the medical scientists for further examination. He stood up and exited the room, taking the blood sample with him.
“What do you think it is?” Luka asked you shortly after the doctor left, fiddling with his fingers in his lap as he looked at you.
“I’m sure you’re fine.” You smiled, placing a hand on Luka’s knee in reassurance. You had no doubt in the world that he was just feeling a bit sickly, and you fully believed that.
“Hopefully…” Luka sighed, slightly wrapping his arms around his stomach as he spaced out and stared at the floor below him.
You and Luka talked for a couple moments, before they heard an almost hesitant knock on the door.
“Yup, come in.” You called out for both Luka and yourself, letting the doctor know he was free to enter.
He entered the room, shutting the door behind him as he held a few papers in his hands. The test results from his blood, and the ultrasound pictures. Luka and you looked in anticipation, seeing as the doctor was almost… scared?
“Uh… you— Sir, you’re pregnant.”
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In that exact, terrifying moment, Hyuna shot up. Her eyes wide open as she screamed quite literally at the top of her lungs. Though, anyone would if they dreamt of their childhood friend A. Having sex, and B. GETTING PREGNANT???
She was in a cold sweat, disgust ridiculing her face as she groaned.
“I am never looking at him ever again.” She groaned out, rubbing her temples as she tried so desperately to process what the actual fuck she just dreamt. Conveniently, Luka always told her that ‘dreams have meanings.’ So what in the world did this one mean?!
Hyuna wanted to go back to sleep, but instead she laid in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling in fear of having that same dream occur if she even SHUT her eyes for long enough. That damned ‘dream’ would haunt her till the day she dropped.