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venusrising91 · 2 months ago

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The Demon Prince

Pairing: Demon Wonho x Male reader

Genre: Fantasy/horror & Smut 18+ (thinly plotted, just something fun, twisted and dirty for the spooky Halloween season 🎃)

Summary: Broke and down on your luck, an encounter with an ancient artifact brings you an otherworldly opportunity to change the hand of fate, but at what cost?

Word count: 2,685 (about 4 pages)

T/W: Dub-con, Bondage

PROLOGUE: You didn’t expect the pages to start glowing. First mind is usually the right mind and you should have followed yours. But curiosity had gotten the better of you.

Times had been tough. A lay off at work followed by an eviction notice taped to your apartment door was the perfect recipe for desperation. Plenty of it filled you.

In less than two weeks, you needed to be out of your complex. Most of your belongings were in boxes. You’d cleared out the place and had every intention of moving all of your things into storage since you didn’t have enough money to pay for a security deposit (and no landlord would accept a newly evicted tenant). In short, you’d resigned yourself to homelessness thanks to your overdrawn bank account.

While you packed it was all you could think about: how little your life amounted to, how little you owned.

Pessimistic tears sprang to your eyes as you cleaned out one of the closets in your bedroom. When you reached to the back for the last few items against the wall, a panel came loose. It fell straight out with a soft thud. Great, damaged property. There goes my security deposit.

But something else had fallen too. A book. It was large, and its cover appeared to be made of solid gold. No wonder the panel had fallen down—without the weight of the items you usually kept pressing against the wall, there was nothing to keep it upright.

You jammed the panel in place, then peeled back the book’s heavy front cover. Its design seemed intricate, ancient. The entire face was inlaid with jewels of the finest quality. One alone would probably fetch you enough money for an entire year’s worth of rent. You should’ve tried to pry one of them out, but it was too late for that. Curiosity had taken hold of you.

The pages of the book began to glow hypnotically as you gazed at them. Faint embers at first, then brighter, bright as the sun almost. You’d never seen anything like it. When the light grew so intense that it felt as though it would blind you, it began to fade. Slowly ebbing away, bit by bit until it was gone. In its wake there remained an inscription. Written in a thick, dark red ink were the words:

“An Emêl-fëy requests an audience,” you said the foreign sentence out loud. As soon as you uttered it, a searing pain throbbed in your left wrist. You stared at it in disbelief, teeth clenched as the inscription Emêl-fëy burned itself into your flesh. “Stop!” you shouted, “Please, make it stop!”

“As you wish, little human.” The pain ended and you whipped your head in the direction of the voice. Standing behind you, right in the center of your bedroom, was the most formidable being you’d ever laid eyes on. You rose from the floor of your closet and cowered against the door frame, leaving the book inside.

“Who a-are you?” you stuttered, trembling. The being came to stand before you. His skin seemed carved of porcelain, and his face, though menacing, was rather beautiful. Your eyes met and you gasped. The color of his irises glowed red, sparkling in their sockets like rubies. He wore robes of deepest black, and atop his head sat a many horned crown. Midnight black hair rested beneath it. He smiled and revealed a set of long, bone-white fangs.

“You should be flattered that I came when you called, little human. It is the greatest honor to be graced by the presence of the High Daemon Prince of the Seven Hells.”

“I-I didn’t call,” you said.

“But of course you did. The incantation presented itself and you spoke it. You summoned me, Emêl-fëy.”

“That’s not my name.”

“It is now.”

“What does it mean?”

He laughed. “We’ll come to that. What do you desire?”

“I don’t understand.”

“As part of the agreement that binds you to me. What would you have in exchange for becoming my Emêl-fëy?”

Why does he keep saying that word?

You scratched your head and looked around. There was no escape. You wouldn’t make it to the door in time. His legs were too long, and his muscular frame towered over yours. He had to be at least six foot seven in height and you were a lot shorter than that. He'd catch you in an instant if you tried to run.

“Please, I don't understand. I need you to explain.”

He raised a dark brow and sighed. “Very well. Ignorance will cost you. I’ll add it to your debt.”

“My debt?”

“Mm, to be paid in servitude for what all I shall grant you. Consider yourself lucky. I killed the last one that beckoned me. He was not to my tastes. But you…” he dragged a sharp, pointed nail along your jawline, “You I very much like the look of, my little Emêl-fëy. Not just any human can turn the head of an Incubus. We are a race as ancient as time itself. I have seen many wonders. Few have captured my interest as thoroughly as you have.”

“And who are you, exactly?”

He showed his fangs again and your heart raced. “I am the High Daemon Prince Hö-Suk. Now tell me, What would you have of me? I will grant you anything you desire.”

You widened your eyes. “Anything?”

“Do not make me repeat myself, little human.”

Money. You needed money. And a lot of it. You had no job, no place to live anymore. But money would change all of that. “I need wealth,” you said, heart racing. “I want to be rich.”

“Done. I grant you riches.”

Your phone vibrated against your thigh. It was a text from the landlord thanking you for your backed rental payments. But you hadn’t paid her any rent. Not in months.

You checked your bank account. It was in the negative the last time you opened the app. Now, over eight-hundred million dollars sat in the account.

“Holy shit,” you gasped. “Did you do this?”

The High Daemon nodded, half chuckling.

In an instant all of your problems had vanished. You could move anywhere you wanted, do anything you desired with your life.

“Onto your hands and knees. Now.”

You looked at the High Daemon Prince with furrowed brows. “Excuse me?”

He grabbed your wrist and smoothed his thumb over the tender flesh, reminding you of the branded inscription. “It will be a long night. One of many as my Emêl-fëy.”

That word again. You tried slipping your hand from his wrist but he refused to let it go. “What does it mean? Emêl-fëy?”

“In your language? Fuck toy. The incantation you spoke was an agreement. I have granted you a desire and in return, you will be mine, little human—little Emêl-fëy. For as long as I want you. And I have an appetite as deep as the oceans for pretty men.” He waved his hand through the air and your clothes disappeared. The next instant something cool and hard slithered between your legs, caressing the back of your thighs. Cupping your buttocks. You peered down and realized it was the High Daemon’s long, thick tail—hairless as a python, smooth and pulsing.

The High Daemon had shed his clothing too. He was carved of pure muscle—so hard bodied that he appeared to be made of stone. His tail coaxed its way between your cheeks, circling your rosebud. He forced you onto your knees.

“Open your mouth. It is mine to use, little Emêl-fëy.”

His cock was immense. His skin burned as warm as a furnace. You looked up at him and saw a smirk on his plump lips. Something about the sight of it made your cock stiff as a rock. His tail probed your entrance and you opened your mouth to let out a moan.

As he shoved his tail into your hole, you took the High Daemon’s rigid length to the back of your throat, having little choice in the matter.

“Good boy,” he growled as you sucked him off. “Shall I give you a reward for this?”

Before you could answer, the appendage inside you began to vibrate. Your eyes rolled back as his tail buried itself deep inside you, oscillating against your prostate. “This is the spot, yes?” the High Daemon asked, shoving both his cock and tail deeper inside both your entrances.

At the back of your throat was his large cock, and stuffed between your tight ring of muscles was the smooth pleasure of his tail, quivering inside your cheeks. Tears spilled from your eyes as he slipped his cock from your mouth and slapped it against your face. “You did not answer me, little human, little Emêl-fëy. You leave me with no option but to punish your insubordination.”

“Yes, yes it’s the spot.”

“Address me as master, henceforth.”

“Yes master, it’s the…aahh,” his tail went deeper, vibrated harder, you couldn’t speak.

“Too late.”

He yanked the tail from your hole and the force with which it ripped from the space drew out a rope of come. It shot from your tip, long, fast and hard. You whimpered as the jet of milky semen left you. No one had ever made you come that intensely. Your entire body convulsed as the hot streams left you. Your knees would be weak if you weren’t already on them. With a mewl you collapsed to the floor, chest and stomach flush against the carpet as you struggled to regain your breath after the orgasm. The High Daemon seized both of your wrists.

In an instant, a cord wrapped around them.

“What the—”

“Do not speak unless spoken to. And do not bother trying to free yourself. These knots are forged of darkest Daemon magic. You will not be released unless and until I unbind you.”

The High Daemon lifted your body from the floor.

“Wait, please—”

He clamped a hand over your mouth and sank his fangs into your neck.

“What did I tell you about speaking? About addressing me?”

“Sorry m-master,” you whispered, hands behind your back, chest heaving.

“That is more like it. Quiet now. Only your moans are allowed from this moment on. It is the only sound I wish to hear leave your lips. Is that understood?”

“Yes master.”

“Good boy, good little Emêl-fëy. Now. I am going to make you come for me again. Many times.”

He lowered himself onto the edge of your bed and sat you in his lap. His muscular thighs felt hard as steel beneath yours. In seconds his cock was pressing against your hole, still stretched wide from the girth of his tail.

His cock gaped you even further. It was twice the size of what had previously penetrated you and you gasped as it slid inside your opening. You squirmed but he held you still, hands securing your chest and waist as he fucked into you.

Your cock had hardened again in spite of your earlier orgasm. You looked down at it, slapping wildly against your abdomen. The High Daemon’s tail slithered across your body. It wrapped itself around your hard length like a fist, then began stroking. Your head fell back, lolling against the High Daemon’s shoulder as he worked you, pumped you, fucked you.

He kept your body pinned in place while he thrusted his cock in and out of your hole. His length seemed familiar with all your deepest wants. He kept the pace you liked in the back and in the front. The pleasure from each was almost unbearable.

“M-master I’m going to c—”

“Come? Not yet. You do not have my permission.”

“Master?”

“Only after I have filled you.”

“Yes… master, but—”

“Silence. I will hear no bargaining. Only moans.”

You shut your eyes. He was bringing you dangerously close to the brink of climax. A few more strokes from that tail of his and you’d shoot like a fountain. How could he expect you to resist coming when he fucked like a god?

You tried to obey his orders, but his tail constricted even tighter around you. It gained speed and stroked your cock with an unrelenting rhythm. And to make matters more precarious, you were stuffed full of him. With each stroke he ran his cock through you like a sword, from base to tip. He fucked you faster, and a bead of slick spilled from your head. You fought against the restraints that tied your hands as your peak began to build. If you had access to your fingers, you could pry his tail off your cock and reduce some of the pleasure he was giving you.

But it was impossible to drive back the sensation of orgasm when he was fucking you so expertly. The high washed over you like a wave and you moaned.

You lost your load in a thick hot rope. It covered your chest, and trickled onto the High Daemon’s tail and thigh. He growled, wrapping a hand around your throat. The strangling made you come even harder.

“You disobeyed my commands, Emêl-fëy. I said only after I have filled you and yet…” his tail unraveled itself from your softening cock. This orgasm left you weaker than the last but the High Daemon didn’t care. He laid you on the bed and rolled you onto your side. “I shall have to punish you again.”

“Master, please.”

The same magical restraints that had bound your wrists now secured your ankles. He’d linked them together, tying you like a hog to be roasted on the spit.

“You will learn to follow orders, little human. And if I ruin you during the process, all the better.”

He laid you on your stomach and mounted you like a knight mounts a horse. Now both his cock and tail were inside you. Working you to an ecstasy you were sure would wreck you beyond repair. Nothing existed except the pleasure. You forgot your name, your age. You forgot about the High Daemon riding you. All you could see were stars as the tail vibrated in the depths of your hole alongside the cock this hadean prince of the underworld had stuffed there.

For the third time in one night, you hardened again, feeling the beginnings of another round of shooting ropes. But you didn’t have to hold them off this time.

Hot semen filled you as the High Daemon emptied himself inside you. The feeling alone triggered your release. Your cock was trapped between the mattress and your stomach but that didn’t stop you from soiling it with your come. A harsh grunt escaped the High Daemon, drowning out your shrill moans as your third orgasm rippled through you.

While you shuddered there, the bonds on your wrists and ankles disappeared. You rolled onto your back and tried to recover.

“Good little Emêl-fëy,” the High Daemon said, running his hands along your slick abdomen, “You took me well. That little hole of yours is…exquisite. Quite rare for a human to withstand the stamina of an Incubus as ancient and strong as I. You quenched but an inkling of my thirst—my lust, but I can already tell that you will make a fine servant. Soon you will learn my tastes.”

In a flash he dressed himself again.

“Master,” was the only word you could manage.

“Find yourself a better dwelling. You have riches now with which to do so. When I return again to fuck you senseless, I expect to be met with luxury as fine as the orgasms I have given you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.”

“Good.”

The High Daemon Prince of the Seven Hells disappeared like mist and you let out a contented sigh, still feeling tender and sensitive from being used so extensively. Despite the brand on your wrist, and the agreement of indefinite servitude, you smiled. Three orgasms and being the High Daemon’s Emêl-fëy was a small price to pay for becoming a millionaire. Already, you were craving another high, another night spent serving your new master.

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breezybangtanbebe · 1 year ago

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💭💕Daddies💕💭 Monsta X OT7

Topic: Random scenarios where the reader is pregnant with one of the member's babies and simple daily interactions with them as soon-to-be fathers. Pretty fluffy.

5.1k words

enjoy🥰

Shownu

Sweat dripped from his brow as he whisked the batter feverishly with a scowl on his face. A mess of eggshells, flour, and dirty utensils crowded the kitchen island and you did your best not to crack a smile as you watched your husband struggle.

He was the one who insisted on making your pancakes from scratch despite having premade mix in the cabinet.

And you were FORBIDDEN from helping him.

Not for a lack of trying though...

"Can I help you with something?" you asked for the first time since perching yourself on the kitchen island bar stool.

Hyunwoo shakes his head emphatically before shooting you a warning look through his brow.

"You can stop asking me that. That would help.." he grumbles. In the process, he splatters a goop of batter up into his face. Your eyes widen with concern and you hop down from your seat to go to him, swiping a few paper towels on the way.

Hyunwoo's crinkled features remain as one of his eyes is screwed shut and covered with pancake batter that you quickly begin wiping away.

"Hold still" you chuckle as you go to work cleaning his face and as he's slowly freed of the mess he made of himself, your husband's eyes warm as he gazed down at you softly.

You're too distracted at first to notice him looking at you the way he was. But when you did, you froze with the paper towel resting between your hand and his jawline.

"What?" you frown and Hyunwoo smirks dazedly before reaching up to caress your hand against his face.

"I just wanted to do something special for you..." he mutters.

"Both of you," he adds, resting his hand over your flat tummy.

You weren't showing at all yet but you could feel every bit of pregnant as the weeks passed. You'd been suffering horribly and had even lost some weight due to the morning sickness. So when your appetite finally returned, Hyunwoo jumped at the opportunity to feed you something he knew he couldn't screw up.

Despite him already being an exceptional cook, he wanted to make this breakfast perfect for you.

If only he knew how perfect he already was.

Wonho

You didnt think there would be such a thing as being too prepared until you got pregnant.

3 weeks out from your due date and Hoseok had everything prepared down to a T.

Every bag was packed and waiting in the car. The car seat is perfectly assembled. The baby's room is fully safety-proofed and equipped with monitors.

All of her clothes and toys had been washed and sanitized more than once and at this point, all there was left to do was have the baby.

Should be easy right?

"Hoseok....what is this?" you smirked down at the printed stack of papers you found in your overnight bag.

Your husband was in the kitchen, grasping his shaker bottle in one hand and dumping his measured supplements in with the other.

Such simple movements made the beautifully sculpted muscles in his forearms flex subtly, making you stare.

It was hard not feeling like a potato in the presence of such a specimen, now especially since he'd been training for some fitness thing. You didn't know. It was always something with him.

Wearing his favorite baggy Jordan Tee with the sleeves cut and loose gym shorts that stopped just above his knees, Hoseok turns to you. Through his glasses, he squints his eyes pointlessly to see what you were referring to.

"Oh....our birth plan," he responds casually before proceeding to twist the bottle's cap on tightly. As he begins shaking it vigorously, you approach him in the kitchen.

"Baby....this is almost 20 pages long. The birth plan I filled out was hardly a page." You furrowed your brow. Hoseok mirrored your expression briefly at your confusion, pushing back his dark brown bangs away from his forehead.

"And you thought one page would be enough..." he grunts, still shaking his bottle.

Your gaze catches on his chest muscles, noticing how they too flexed with every movement. Then you looked down at your swollen chest and vaguely wonder which one of you was bigger.

"Um....yeah. All I need them to know is that I want a vaginal birth with drugs and drugs and lots of drugs." You tear your eyes away from your husband's pecs and look up at his equally distracting face with a smile.

Hoseok smirks down at you and shakes his head. He seems satisfied with the mixture of his protein shake and pops the small drinking cap open to tip it against his lips to take a hefty sip.

As he swallowed you winced slightly at the sharp little nudges in your ribcage. You let out a tiny groan with a sharp inhale and Hoseok immediately pulls the bottle from his mouth, dribbles of his shake dripping down his chin as he set it aside. His eyes are wide with concern and his large hands instinctively touch your belly.

"What's wrong? What happened? Is it a contraction? Are they constant? Are they close? Are you.."

"Hoseok! Shut up. She's just kicking me." you interrupt him, rolling your eyes.

Seeming to feel her father's presence from deep in the womb, the baby begins kicking and squirming beneath Hoseok's hands. Though increasingly uncomfortable and unamusing for you, Hoseok's eyes sparkle with wonder and love. This huge hulk of a man with such a disciplined and organized manner is melted instantly by this tiny little human growing inside of you.

He smiles but it fades from elation to melancholy when the only thought that had been plaguing him for months makes an unwanted appearance.

"I just....want to be ready for her. You're already doing the hardest part of all of this so...I don't know. I guess I'm overcompensating. I just wanna be enough..." Hoseok admits unexpectedly.

You'd known since you both first found out you were pregnant that he was scared, but you never thought it stemmed from his doubt of himself.

You sigh.

"First of all...I don't think there is a man on this planet more prepared for this baby than you are. Secondly.." you pause to reach up and caress Hoseok's cheek, turning his head so that he could look you in the eye.

"You're more than enough. Never doubt that."

Your words seem to placate him since he only nods in response. You could tell from the shine in his eyes that he was on the brink of getting emotional, something you wished he didn't try so hard to suppress.

But you opt for not pressing an issue unnecessarily in favor of redirecting to the original topic at hand.

"Now...about this long-ass birth plan...."

Minhyuk

"Yah! Watch you're going!" Minhyuk shouts at the bike rider as he swerved around the space where you and he were walking. The city boardwalk is crowded more than usual due to the time of day and Minhyuk insisted on getting the ice cream to go because of it. But you wanted to watch the sky change colors as you enjoyed your cone with his fingers intertwined with yours lovingly.

His grip disappears when he placed his arm across your belly protectively, his venomous glare pinning the helmeted young man as he passed. You frown mid-lick at the way Minhyuk's body turns completely to watch the biker continue on his way to weave through the other pedestrians in the opposite direction.

"Fucking assholes.." he mutters, turning to face forward again. He grabs your hand instinctively and falls back into a steady stride, his expression still crinkled in a scowl. You smirked as you resumed licking your ice cream, admiring your boyfriend's attractive jawline and profile. Feeling your eyes on him, Minhyuk glances over with a frown.

"What?"

You shrug passively, shaking your head.

"Nothing..nothing...you just seem a little on edge is all.." you remark.

"On edge?? He almost hit us! I told you we should have just gone home. There are too many people out here..." he grumbles. The way his lips pouted when he fussed always made you smile and you did so freely as you shook your head again.

"Babe... there are people everywhere," you mutter dismissively as you licked the shrinking scoop.

"We can't avoid them any more than we can avoid anything else. What happened to you? You used to love the boardwalk" you shrug and Minhyuk scoffs.

"We absolutely could avoid them. And I like the boardwalk alright but not when it's so crowded and unsafe."

"Unsafe? For who?" you giggle.

"Unsafe for you! Duh...I don't know, it seems like ever since your belly started growing you just became a beacon for mishaps. A magnet for disaster. It's exhausting.." he huffs.

Your eyes couldn't roll back far enough at that. The irony was as amusing as it was annoying. Minhyuk had always been the overly adventurous type and that was part of what made you fall in love with him.

He was so funny and charismatic and spontaneous. You never knew what he was going to say or do. Especially when the two of you were alone.

But since you'd been pregnant, you sensed a shift in him.

"You act like I'm made of glass because I'm pregnant. You're not as mindful of me when we have sex..." you perk your brow, knowing fully that Minhyuk would look over at you at your bold statement. When you were sure that he was, you swiftly look away to admire the scenery, smirking mischievously like as you licked away at your dessert.

The sun was about an hour away from setting, gracing everyone in the beams of the golden hour where every complexion glowed. You especially since you were creeping into your second trimester, where your energy, appetite, and overall beauty enhanced since feeling like death a few weeks prior.

Minhyuk's eyes narrowed at you while you pointedly avoided his gaze, slurping the dribbling ice cream from the side of the cone mindlessly. Then he smiles when a less than innocent thought is sparked in his mind and he suddenly wants nothing more than to pick up the pace back to where their car was parked to get you home.

Kihyun

"Ooooh...right there. Right there...ugh yes.."

The shameless sounds of you groaning filled the family room, scattered with toys and baskets of unfolded clean laundry. Both happily abandoned by you since your husband walked in and forced you onto your back against the couch.

As your breath quickened, Kihyun only nods in acknowledgment as he obeyed your commands.

"Right there?" He exhales, quirking his brow with the question.

"Yep, there. Harder, babe. Harder. That's the spot." You nod harshly, screwing up your features in a wince as Kihyun smirked.

"Like this?" He asks, looking up at you and you nod fervently.

The tension in your expression melts away as does the stiffness in your feet, being expertly rubbed and kneaded away by your husband.

You were sprawled out on the couch with your feet resting in Kihyun's lap from where he sat opposite of you. His hands moved like a harpist over their strings, strumming away the pain and massaging the swelling down that had been torturing you for days.

Pregnancy sucks and you had no idea why you continued to put yourself through it. The discomfort and sickness were unbearable. The stress it put your body under was unimaginable. And the lasting effects it left on you physically and mentally were aggravating and inevitable.

But then you think of the joy you feel every time you look into your son's and daughter's eyes and remember it's all worth it. Especially when you watched Kihyun interact with them. He loved kids and would always joke with you about how he couldn't wait to have you at home barefoot and pregnant all the time when you first got married.

And he didnt lie.

Year two, a girl.

Year four, a boy.

And though you werent aware of this baby's gender, wanting it to be a surprise, you know one damn thing was for sure.

This baby was gonna be the LAST ONE.

No ifs, ands, or powdered infant butts. Kihyun's dream of 5 children would have to include 3 humans and a dog and a goldfish or something because this was for the birds.

You were putting your foot down this time.

Speaking of feet...

Kihyun switches his tactic and grasps the sole of your foot between both of his thumbs and forefingers. He begins pressing hard into a particular spot with his thumbs with just the right amount of pressure that has your head falling back against the propped couch pillow.

"How's that baby?"

You whimper slightly, making Kihyun smirk with accomplishment as he continued rubbing at your foot.

He got a kick out of pampering you like this, feeling like it was the least he could do since you did so much for your family as is.

Maintaining the home. Being proactive in parenting the two older children and being the supportive and patient wife that Kihyun never dreamed of having. He'd been a tad insufferable when it came to him wanting more children and you reluctantly compromised with him after deciding this would be the final pregnancy.

He'd do anything to show you his appreciation and if that meant coming home on his 2-hour lunch break just to massage your body and have some alone time while the kids were in school...

He'd happily do it every day if it meant making you smile.

Hyungwon

"I'm a fucking orca..."

Hyungwon furrows his brow as he lifted his gaze from his book. He turns his head to spot you standing in front of the body-sized mirror mounted on the wall in your bedroom, turning your body sideways to assess how you looked in the dress you planned on wearing to your cousin's wedding.

A dress you'd bought long before discovering you and your husband would be expecting. You were surprised it stretched so well over your large 7-month-old baby bump but it stopped just below the cup of your ass cheeks.

There was no way you were wearing this.

Hyungwon pushes his glasses to sit low on the bridge of his nose and he watches you spiral into despair at your changed appearance.

Sure the dress was a tad short in the back thanks to the extra ass and hips you'd acquired over the months but Hyungwon loved your body.

He couldn't get enough of touching and appreciating the curves that were brought on by carrying his son. He would tell you every second how gorgeous you still were if you didn't get so offended by it.

So he just sits quietly and weighs his options on whether or not to say anything as you brought yourself to the brink of tears.

"I'm never gonna find something cute that'll fit in time. The wedding is in a week and I look like fucking Shamu..." your chin trembled.

Hyungwon rolls his eyes as he stood, tossing both his glasses and his book on the nightstand. You were too distracted to notice his approach and you flinch in surprise when you felt him behind you.

Hyungwon was tall, hovering over you by at least 6 inches as he joined you at the mirror. Your tearful gaze locks with his as he stooped his head down to rest it against the side of yours, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders in a gentle embrace. A tiny huff escaped you, making your chin tremble and Hyungwon smiled fondly at how pitifully adorable you were. He leans back slightly to get a closer look at your body and the way the creme-colored dress stretched uncomfortably over your ass and hips, the zipper barely up halfway to the middle of your back. As he fiddled with the dangling zipper experimentally, he murmurs softly to you.

"Now baby...I'm going to say something and I want you to listen to me, ok?"

His deep voice was always so calming, even when it was hard to tell whether or not he was being serious. You nod slowly in acknowledgment.

"This dress is a little....well let's say you've outgrown it. But all isn't lost. The wedding isn't for another 7 days so that gives us plenty of time to find you a new one. A better one in fact." he suggests confidently. His sure tone irritates you a bit for some reason and you mentally stomped your foot like a child.

"Noooo...That's not enough time. And have you seen the selection in the maternity section? I'd rather chance it and wear this vs spending money on what they have to offer there."

"Why don't you just try to find the same dress, but in a bigger size. It's only tight around your bottom half...If it was just a size or two bigger..." Hyungwon begins thoughtfully and your pout deepens.

"That dress doesn't come in a size bigger than this. I looked...I'm just fat." you deadpanned. In the mirror, Hyungwon visibly struggles not to laugh at your smugness and he bites down on his smile before schooling his features to seem more engaged.

"Ok well let's just not go." he shrugs.

"We can send her our gift and tell her you weren't feeling well. You're pregnant, she'd understand."

That suggestion wasn't plausible either and you roll your eyes.

"I can't miss her wedding Wonnie. She came to ours...I have to be there. You know what? Forget it...I'll just go to the store tomorrow and try my luck with the ugly dresses in the pregnant people section and try to make it work."

The amount of disappointment and defeat in your town automatically wipes any potential smirk from Hyungwon's face immediately and he watches you begin to pull the straps of the dress over your shoulder. He steps back and looks on wordlessly as you struggled to grasp the zipper behind your back and he offers a hand.

As the zipper traveled down the line of your spine slowly, Hyungwon tilts his head as he got lost in the perfect luster of your skin.

Though this was your first baby, Hyungwon would gladly get you pregnant again and again if it mean he got to see your body change and perform the wonders it was already doing. He loved the way your breasts swelled and spilled slightly over the cups of your bra. He loved the way your hips expanded and the way it forced you to walk now. He loved the curve of your silhouette, your perfectly round belly and ass that was much bigger than it was before.

He loved to squeeze you when you slept, roving his hands over every inch of your silky smooth skin that you would allow. He was addicted to you, there was no other way to put it. Not even going into how amazing the sex was with you in this phase of life.

The distraction of the mere thought is written all over Hyungwon's face in the mirror and you raise your brow at him stalling with the zipper stopped just above your tailbone.

"Hyungwon..." you summon his attention and his sultry bedroom eyes drag over your body to stop on your reflection. He smirks mischievously before biting his lip, lifting his brows to answer.

"Hmm?.."

You smiled at his obliviously distracted expression, your drying tears seeming silly now that you were brought back into the present.

The world wasn't over. You would find a new dress and your fine ass husband would be beside you through any other minor crises that inspired your hormones to make you overreact. Looking as unphased as he was handsome every single time.

Heavy on the handsome. Tall and broad-shouldered. Lean and muscular. Pillowy soft lips and strong hands.

Damn.

Suddenly, your mood takes a drastic turn in a new direction.

Without responding to his wordless question, you finished peeling the tight dress from your body. Knowing you were completely nude underneath it, you kept your eyes on your husband's dazed face as you shimmied the garment down your thick thighs and calves until it hits the floor.

Hyungwon stares shamelessly at your body from behind, his tongue sneaking over the corner of his mouth hungrily with a smirk.

Crisis averted.

Jooheon

His hands feel warm and comforting as they glide over your protruding belly mindlessly. It was early, the sun had barely risen, and the two of you are lying comfortably in your shared bed.

Jooheon is the big spoon, a new role he'd taken up since your baby bump had grown to the point where spooning him wasn't plausible. But neither of you minded the change.

His breathing is slow and warm against your nape, his bare chest pressed against your back. Both of you are silent, apart from your breathing and you eventually drift back to sleep with the rhythm of your lover's gentle fingers strumming over your skin.

"Baby..." Jooheon whispers from behind you but you don't respond, only snoring softly as sleep reclaimed you. The sound is soothing to him, knowing that if you were still and at rest that his daughter would be wide awake.

As if to confirm what he already knew, a tiny foot presses up from within your womb. The little boop taps the center of Jooheon's palm and he smiled sleepily as he kept his hand where it was.

The baby continued to squirm and nudge through your torso, making you grumble softly in discomfort in your sleep. Jooheon takes note of your reaction and his face goes from being smitten to concern.

"Hey.." his deep voice croons softly, his authoritative tone directed at the flouncing fetus.

"Stop hurting your mama, little girl." He commands, pressing gently at the small lump sticking up from the side of your belly.

The baby recoils her little foot and seems to obey his words since he didn't feel her moving anymore as he too allowed himself to drift back into a deep and wonderful sleep.

Life is but a dream...

Changkyun

"Anything yet?" were the words you heard through the bathroom door for the third time in the past 30 seconds.

That was how long it had been since you peed on the digital pregnancy test.

Your leg bounced nervously as you sat over the lid of the toilet, holding the test in your hands and staring at the tiny results screen.

The hourglass continues to blink as your anxiety increases and Changkyun's nervous pace is all you could hear outside of your foot tapping feverishly against the bathroom floor.

"Nothing yet." were the words he heard through his side of the door in the hallway.

His work boots tapped heavily against the hardwood floors and his car keys still jingled in his pocket. He hadn't taken the time to get settled since he returned from the store with the bag full of different pregnancy tests.

The convenience store clerk tried their best to keep their expression neutral when ringing them up, surely wondering why he was buying so many. But Changkyun didn't care.

He wanted to be sure.

Thousands of thoughts rush through his head as he paced, carrying several emotions with them.

Fear. Confusion. Anxiety. Excitement.

A disconcerted combination.

The two of you had been together for a little over a year and the thought of becoming parents was terrifying. You were both so young and had so much more to experience together as a couple. How the hell was a baby going to affect that?

He had a decent job and you were fresh out of college, set to accept an offer from a good company. The money wouldn't be an issue but Changkyun couldn't help but fear what he had to contribute wouldn't be enough.

His father was absent for the majority of his life and he couldn't bear the idea of being anything like him. But he still felt doubtful of his ability to be a dad worth having.

Would he be good enough?

Would you look at him differently if he wasn't? Would he lose you?

Both of you?

The bathroom door suddenly opening nearly shocks the ghost from Changkyun's body and he freezes mid-stride at the sight of you in the doorway.

Your eyes were swollen and red from tears but your expression is blank as he approached you.

"What...what's wrong? What does it say?" he asks, his brow etched with concern. You sigh shakily before lifting the capped blue and white test to hand it to him tentatively.

Changkyun takes it and stares down at the black pixelated text on the tiny gray screen. You watched warily as his expression melted from his soft worried scowl to something less readable.

He looks up at you.

He looks back down at the test.

Then something unexpected happens.

He smiles.

"We...we're gonna have a baby?"

You nod cautiously at him, unsure of what this reaction meant.

Mainly because you'd spent that entire time in the bathroom alone telling yourself that this was it.

This would be the end of your relationship with the one man that genuinely made you feel safe. The two of you hadn't had a serious conversation about children and you knew of his complicated childhood. Changkyun was the type of man who would step up and do what was right regardless and while that should have brought you comfort, a part of you felt guilty.

Because you knew whether he wanted a baby with you or not, he would stay because his father didn't.

The conflict in your expression has Changkyun's smile faltering slowly.

"You're upset.." he states off of observation and you wanted to kick yourself for letting your thoughts read across your face.

"No!...well..maybe. I feel a lot of things, to be honest.." you stammered. Changkyun's eyes dart between your face and the pregnancy test still in his hand.

"Yeah...me too."

You kept your eyes on him, gauging his mood before responding.

"Exactly how..do you feel?" You draw out the question because you weren't sure if you really wanted to ask it.

What if he was shocked and that was why he smiled?

What if he's actually upset and just doesn't want to show it?

What if he doesn't want this to happen? What would you do?

The questions spun in your mind, triggering a pestering ache to swell in your chest.

Changkyun is quiet for a moment as he considered the words and you watched him worriedly as they gathered on his tongue.

"I feel......happy. And scared shitless. But happy. Is that...weird?" He asks.

That was when you smiled despite the tears in your eyes. Damn hormones were already kicking your ass. You shake your head emphatically at his question, a small wave of relief washing over you.

"It's not weird. I honestly feel the same way..shocked even. So...you're not upset?"

"No! Babe, why would you think I'd be upset?" He asks and you shrug your shoulders, already feeling weepy again.

"I don't know...maybe because this is unexpected and the timing isn't really ideal for either of us. You're working hard and I haven't started working yet myself. Our apartment isn't big enough and we barely have room for our stuff..." you were beginning to ramble, wiping tears mindlessly as they fell.

"We never talked about this seriously and I'm not even sure this is something you want with me. And we had plans to do so much...I just feel guilty and stupid for letting this happen.."

Changkyun lets you talk until your emotions jumble the words too much to understand and he sighs as he reaches out to cup your cheek.

"Hey, look at me." He coaxes and you go silent, sniffling aside, and look him straight in the eye.

"That's what you're worried about? Me not wanting this baby with you? Seriously?"

You weren't sure how to respond with words so you merely shrugged sullenly.

Changkyun rolls his eyes and pulls you into him, forcing you to bury your face into his chest. He was warm and smelled heavenly as usual even though he was fresh off from work.

He keeps the pregnancy test tucked between his fingers as he held you tightly in his embrace, resting his cheek against your forehead.

"And here I was worried that you would feel that way about me...." He murmurs.

You huffed and sniffled against his heartbeat, squeezing him with your arms wrapped around his waist.

"I can't imagine myself having a baby with anyone else Kyunie..." you manage to say after a beat and Changkyun smiles against your skin. He lifts his head to plant a kiss on your hairline then pulls back to grab you by the cheeks, effectively pouting your lips for him to kiss.

The smooch was sweet and chaste, but just enough to have your eyes fluttering slightly. When the blur of your tears is blinked away, you find Changkyun's gorgeous features inches from yours.

"Good. So let's both make a pact right now to stop doubting each other's dedication to the other and start changing some of our plans, ok?" He lifts his brows in expectance of your answer. Instantly the pain in your chest fades and the meaning behind the newly sprung tears changes.

You nod up at him and smile warmly.

"Ok."

A/N: Awww, that was fun to write. I hope yall enjoy them a lil in between the hard hitting smutty stuff. I'll most likely do more of these if the scenarios come to mind. Feel free to suggest any if you'd like.

#monsta x imagines #monsta x #shownu #hyunwoo #wonho #changkyun #hyungwon #minhyuk #kihyun #jooheon

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