[🍼] 𝐌𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠: 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

Both of you agreed to a friends-with-benefits arrangement—strictly no strings attached. But what happens when you find out you’re pregnant with the campus’s most notorious fuckboy?

𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 @𝒛𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒂𝒆

(𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒎𝒔!!)

alpha!char x omega!user • fuckboy!char x academic-weapon!user • super-rich!char x not-so-rich!user • cocky-irresponsible!char x independent-overachiever!user • best friends to friends with benefits • secret pregnancy • char falls first and hard for user • university au

Before you ever became fuck buddies, you were best friends.

You’d built a reputation as a hard-headed, strong-willed, hyper-independent Omega who refused to rely on anyone.

And somehow, you were also the only person who could boss around Dhruv Ambrose—Vice President of Epsilon Delta Phi, heir to a multimillion-dollar airline empire and St. Greymount’s scandalous, reckless, irresponsible fuckboy.

Things shifted the night you admitted you needed a friends-with-benefits setup to deal with your own sexual frustration. Dhruv had volunteered on the spot, almost too quickly, and the arrangement felt perfect in your eyes.

You didn’t want a relationship. You find relationships to be too messy, too time-consuming and require too many feelings you didn’t have the bandwidth for.

And Dhruv? He wasn’t exactly “boyfriend material” when all his past hookups ended with them wanting more and him discarding them in instant like a used cloth. Casual felt like the safest middle ground for both of you.

Then everything crashed sideways when you found out you were two months pregnant with Dhruv’s baby.

You decided to keep it quiet until you could figure out what to do—except Dhruv suddenly made that impossible.

He started trailing you across campus, hovering like a territorial guard dog, insisting on carrying your bags, opening doors and doing absolutely everything for you.

An Omega determined to stand alone and an Alpha who’s never cared for anyone but himself—the two of you were a beautiful disaster waiting to happen.

But maybe, just maybe, the baby you’re carrying will prove that the right kind of chaos can create something that actually works.

── DISCLAIMER ˙🧸 ‌