Mommy Virgin

Mommy Virgin

Hybrid!Alpha!Babydaddy!Ceo! JJK X Pregnant Chubby! Reader

Chapter 1

Christmas Dreams

Plant many and be fruitful

An idiotic quote your family stands by religiously-For generations, Big families run in our genes..and it always come up boys. Traditionally, Our family has a record for birthing only boys.

However, The winds of a change blew on a beautiful Saturday daybreak, welcoming a baby girl to the world. Maybe 'Welcomed' is far-fetched-

"That girl is going to be the end of our family." Our father exclaimed to your mother, already doubled over with grief-" Ever man, we set her up with her declares! My patients is suffering!" He huffed.

"Her innocence is our misery. She refuses them every time." Your mother added. "She will kill our bloodline at this rate."

Your father could do nothing but hold his weeping wife.

And where are you? On the steps, listening to every painful insult after the next. You didn't mean to be the way you are-it's just men-You couldn't finally grasp the appeal of men. Never as a teenage girl and never now.

Every 'Gentleman' your parents shove in your face always leads to the same demands. Barefooted and pregnant. In other words, not your cup of tea.

So you hatched a plan over three years, causing influential events to take place—'Influential' to your parents, An mirage to yourself.

The story goes, you met a handsome mystery man who swept you off your feet and demanded you stay in his care, getting you out of your parent's hair. In reality, You were the handsome stranger, secretly saved up and moved out.

You hated lying to your parents but detested how they treated you more.

Your scheme forced you to keep the image of this handsome stranger. Why can't we come to the wedding? Your 'fiance' values privacy, including pictures. Why can't we visit? He's a horrible germaphobe.

The list is endless.

Despite how solid your lie was, It all went to ruin following your parent's desire to be grandparents. The obsessive behavior continued for several days straight until the pressure became too much.

"I'm pregnant!" A foolish outburst you immediately regretted as it slipped past your lips. " We wanted it to be a surprise-"

The cheers blazed through your phone's speakers; your face formed a painfully cringe.

What have you done?

You've successfully given yourself a time limit for a decision of paramount importance, something that needs preparation and stable funds.

But yet Your shoes imprinted the carpet in the waiting area office, A sperm bank. You were given a catalog of...donaters; you shivered at the creeper gentleman pictures- you flipped through page after page by no one suited you.

Your heels clicked as your arrived at the front desk, waiting patiently for service before another catalog on the shelf caught your eye.

Trading this for that, You sat back down and explored the new faces. The book revolves around the Eastern hemisphere showing you the prettiest men to grace this green earth.

Chu Buyeon, A long haired military man.

His medical health is fantastic, and his face-he's gorgeous. Maybe him? Yes, his perfect. Somewhat satisfied, You stood to quickly- Shoot!

The thick catalog's binger finally gave way after decades of service, scattering the papers about the ghostly waiting room.

You weren't pleased until every paper was accounted for- Now that, that nightmare is over...

Crunch!

Oops, You missed one.

The paper limped in poor condition thanks to your carelessness. "Shoot!..Excuse me I- step on one of ..the..Jeon Jungkook."

You froze mid-confession to seize the moment to read his information. This? Mr. Jeon was the picture of health as well as looks to boot. Saying any gentleman in this book is just handsome should be seen as a federal offense..

"This is hard." You exhaled.

"You can take the book home-" An uninvited voice startled you off your feet, yet she continued unphased. " The most important decisions take time."

I bet she got that out of a fortune cookie. Ember, The one of the head nurses. Remember her; She actually plays a big role in this story.

Despite the generic quote, You took the odd nurse's offer.

..12:45pm..

They're both amazing.

You've been at this for hours on end; your eyes swapped between two pictures until you felt a headache.

Why is this so hard? I can't believe how difficult this is… He has cute eyes but his nose is adorable.

What the poor heroine fails to realize is the work of crafting a baby, especially without meeting the daddies men. In all honesty, both men were way out of your league; you couldn't physically imagine having a relationship, let alone bearing one's child.

Perhaps it's time for bed. You unwhined for bed, taking a small cup of hot chocolate to your room, not before getting distracted by your darling Christmas tree; this is your first Christmas on your own, and honesty, you loved it.

Despite your current problem, You watched the snow tuck outside in a soft white blanket-You loved the view so much you settled in the living room in a handmade fort with hours of kdramas for entertainment.

Thirty minutes in, Your blinks began lengthier each time until they closed.

A chilly breeze brushed through your clothes. You could have sworn you closed that window instead of your warm living. Your eyes fell on dry grass.

"Huh!?" Now, On your toes. I mean, high heels? You were in business attire...breath! Inhale and exhale...

Where am I? A field...looks like. Okay okay..What do you see? Grass..River...Man? Man! He can help me.

"Hi?...Hey..Hello..I seemed to be lost-"

"Yah!" A gentleman from behind you roared. "What are you doing !? You're in the dead zone! Run towards me!" The man was bolting straight ahead towards clueless you.

Deadzone? And I Haven't run since middle school.

A loud bam from the right knocked you off your feet. Your so-called Savior fired at you and is re-aiming to a clean shot.

The next thing you know, your nose is shoved against sweaty yet sweet-smelling skin. No longer on your own two feet, you were cradled like a newborn, gripping your actual savior's ivory shirt.

You squeezed his bulky shoulders. "There's two now!"

"Fuck! I forgot my gun at camp." Another bam blasted from behind him. This time grazing his side your realize he did it on purpose...It would have hit you.

" Are you okay?!!" You got a groan as a answer, but his strong arms stayed stable until you reached the other side. The gunshots creased after crossing a certain point.

Sticky strains of his hair stuck to his forehead. Your breathing heavier than he is - "You must be cold? Yeah." His breath puffed in the mind-numbing air. "Excuse me." You were shortly forced into his arms for security. "I don't want to drop you." He explained. Yet you didn't find it necessary to be squished against his hard body.  

Count to 10-Wait, why?! I don't know anything to take your mind off his...rippling abs.. that I can feel through his shirt..and biceps the size of my skull, not to mention he hasn't put me down since he saved me-Ahem...

1.

You silently agreed and remained silent until "My name is Chu Buyeon, by the way." He chuckled at your shocked expression. "Wa?..Why that face? You're cute."

Your cheeks warmed at his compliment. 5!

"Chu Buyeeeeon! Chuuuuu Buyeonnnnn!" Worried voices erupted through the base set.

"Shit. Im screwed!" He whispered, finally putting you down for the first time. " Stay out of sight," Buyeon commanded, tying back his long black hair in a bun. " I will be right back and-"He's leaving me here-oh, my good god, His back muscles. 4! No, wait, I passed four, right?

"You're bleeding!" Your cute squeak made him grin.

"It's a scrape. I will be fine; I've been shot several times." He threw your worries over his shoulder. "As I said, Stay out of sight, Kitten."

10! 10! He's-I can't 

And like that, he disappeared into the camp to return several minutes later with a thick blanket.

"I was worried-!" You gasped, being off the ground once again. Do I even weigh anything?

Buyeon wrapped the blanket around your body before lifting you into his arms. "They saw me. Their right behind me. You got to hide." He exclaimed in short breaths.

You pulled the blanket to at least cover his arms. "What about you?"

"I'm fine. I've trained in worse temperatures." Buyeon stressed, tugging the blanket to cover any revealing skin on you. "You, on the other hand, is a different story entirely." He chuckled.

" Chu Buyeon! Your out past curfew. If you were smart, you would get your ass here, now! " The sergeant, out of all people to get busted by Buyeon, can't catch a break tonight. "Private!Chu! Buyeon! Have you gone berserk, Son?!" His heavy boots demolished the twigs and dirt as he stomped closer. "What's your malfunction !"

Buyeon dips his lips beside your ear. "Play dead." feeling your body instantly go limp, He stands, cradling your body. "An Unconscious civilian was found in the dead zone, Sir! "

"Where's your clothes?" The sergeant's voice changed to that of an anxious father. " It's four degrees out here..Give me her and put on actual clothes." You were snatched away to be tossed over the sergeant's shoulder.

...

Why haven't I woken up yet?

"Why were you out!?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I went for a jog, sir!"

"A jog, Huh? And coincidentally, you were there in the nick o f time..Why were you so close to the dead zone anyway? By Yourself, I may add!" The sergeant delivered a clean swipe upside Buyeon's head. "I only have one son!"

"Ais-" He soothed the sore spot. "She could have died if I didn't help her." Buyeon maneuvered around his father's fearful hands to seek refuge by your side.

He let out a sigh in response. "Just be more careful..at least carry your gun for fucksakes!" His father gazes at another problem, You. "You can wake up, missy. You're not fooling anyone. "

You immediately opened your eyes and sat up, bowing your head. "Im sorry for causing so much trouble."

"I'm happy you're alive to apologize. It's a pleasure meeting you, but round call is in -" He flashed his old wristwatch. "3 hours and 15 minutes...so we all should hit the hay." His father kissed your hand, something Buyeon cringed at. "You will sleep in my office-I will have everything set up."

He also added. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you are gorgeous...I see why my son can't keep his hands to himself." He took note of Buyeon's arms that managed to snake their way around your body to keep near him.

He was busted for the second time tonight. Buyeon fought for his father to believe the only reason he was keeping you close was to share his body heat.

Despite, The blanket is already solving your cold issue.

Chu Buyeon🥰

*Stares intensely for 3 minutes *

[screeching intensifies 10x]

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

♡ Barefaced Jung Woo-young to kiss your problems away.♡

To: San

From: Santa

Dark! Idol! Choi San x Doll! Chubby Reader 🔞

🔞Human trafficking, Agalmatophilia, Kidnapping, Mind Control, Yn is broken.🔞

Tis the season, A whole season dedicated to holiday cheer, cuddled up under heated blankets, escaping the freezing weather, and embracing the spirit of Christmas with family & friends.

However, As of right now, Your Christmas is no longer white but pitch black...It surrounds you like you're encased in darkness.Similar to a doll's perspective coming on the night of Christmas Eve.

What do you remember? Well, You can recall a few moments of your night. When drawing straws to see who would close, You came up short.

"I'll keep you company." A gentle offer from a true gentleman. Gong Yoo, A dashing older fellow that has women spooning over him. "I'm sure; Your husband would be heartbroken if something happened to you."

...He also has a massive crush on you...but you're oblivious to his heart-shaped pupils when you scroll by.

However, you declined his offer, something you now regret. You lost fair and square, so you closed up. During the holiday season, The bathhouse likes to participate in keeping the cheer, alive-Leaving you to be dressed up as one of Santa's side cookies for the customers.

The night only gets better from there. You lost the key to your locker, so your warm and toasty clothes are a no-go. At least you have your coat.

You were "fucking freezing," you managed to say through your chattering teeth. You don't remember parking this far. The jingle of your hat and the click of your heels followed an unsettling rhythm.

You didn't hear a sound before blacking out without warning.

And now, here you are, resting your throbbing head against the side of a box based on how squished you are.

Struggling against the restraints proved to be more painful than beneficial. Your hands and feet are bound, and from the unbearable burning sensation looping your wrist, It's clear it's rope-

"Hurry up! San will be back any minute." A loud whisper boomed in front of your face as if he was talking to you. On your left, Another stressed. " I know, I know. Just keep the door open while I carry it in."

You squeaked, being manhandled against the sides.

"I'm sorry."

You were carried for a couple of minutes before everything settled and quieted. Seizing the moment, you listen closely for more voices. So far, you have heard two.

Thick footsteps stomp in your direction. " Woah!! It's huge!-"

"Wooyoung! It's time for bed!" Four men in, counting. " We must wake up earlier to open the presents before practice."

"There's no way I could open all of these before we have to go. Can I open one? Please..please...pretty please." He begged.

"Fine! Fine!"

"Yah! No opening presents until Christmas morning. Get to bed! Everybody!" A new voice snarled unopposed.

10:15 pm

And that was all for the night-Hold on; your weary eyes cracked by the sound of ruffling from the top of your neatly wrapped prison.

You whimpered at the blinding Christmas lights beaming off the tree.

Rounds eyes met yours. A redheaded man stared at you with eyes full of wonder. "How...Pretty." He smiled, picking you out of the box as if you weighed the same as a doll. "I didn't know you would be so pretty. I might keep you." He poked out his bottom. Wooyoung had to be more mindful of his volume. He huffed, brushing his large hands down the fabric of your dress. "So pretty."

However, the restraints obviously are irritating your soft plushy skin."Tsk." He left you alone for a second. "This will do the trick." Returning armed with a knife, You feared the worst and sent out a muffled scream.

The man jolted-"Sh. Sh!Sh!" He dropped his knee in front of you, clamping his hand around your mouth. "Be quiet...Please. If you wake my hyungs...Especially HoongJoong I will break you." That seemed to do the trick. "Good girl. Don't.Move." He warned, taking the knife to your ankle and slicing the rope. "That's one." The second was the rope around her wrists."That's two."

Though he's taken the tape off, You couldn't find the words to speak...You had none as if your voice wasn't your own.

The creaking floorboards revealed another male in bedtime attire, unlike the one who shows signs of grief; this guy doesn't seem empathetic.

Slap! Right across his dome.

"I knew it! You brat!" San towered over you both when his eyes met yours. He scoffed."You opened one of your presents..." San kneels, but before he can get comfortable. You threw yourself into his arms, making him fall back.

You both tumbled over the floor with a loud thump.

Woo young gasped at the sound. " Holy Shit." He whispered, only to receive San's painful groan as a reply. " I don't know what's gotten into her." He approaches to help San get you off.

You struggled and whined against the oddly strong man's hold; having separated from your beloved San, you called out to him. "Sannie! San!" You spoke with a full pout of your lips. "San, Oppa!" You cried in Wooyoung's arms.

"Shh, Just let her go; she'll wake up the others," San commanded in a span of panicked whispers.

Hearing his forced approval, You attempted to wiggle your way out of his arms again to end in the same result-nothing.

"Okay. Okay. Calm down." He beamed; you're the cutest if he's being honest. Wooyoung gently placed you down just for you to rush back into San's arms.

I made this one during Christmas time but I lost hope for it. If you like it, I will bring it back to life.

Minho, on just the subject of the L word:

never change, Minho. 🥰🫶🏼🖕🏼