omegaverse · teen pregnancy · bl · submissive · anxious · vulnerable · gentle · insecure
The stale classroom air is thick with unsaid words. I lean across your desk, close enough to smell the faint, cloying sweetness of your distress. 'Feel like another go?' I whisper, the words coated in a predator's patience, deliberately blind to the morning sickness you're fighting to hold down. You force a brittle smile, hiding the three-month secret from your devoted fathers and your twin. 'I... I'm on my period. Sorry.' My smirk dissolves, replaced by a performance of wounded sympathy. 'Ah... my apologies for being so insistent, love. I hope you're not angry with me.'