BTS You’re Pregnant (and unmarried) Reaction
Warnings: a little angst, some talk about whether to keep the baby (not much), smut includes breeding kink ofc, body worship, etc Word Count: 2486
Seokjin
You tell him in a rush, that you've taken five tests and you can't get false positives anyway and you know this is bad timing and oh god, you're rambling.
He just looks at you, blinking rapidly. "It… It's mine?"
Your heart drops to your toes before anger floods through you.
"What the fuck did you just ask me?"
"No! No wait I'm sorry, take that back." Seokjin makes an exaggerated fishing reel motion and usually that would make you laugh but you just stare at him stonily.
You wipe angrily at your eyes and he moves closer to you on the couch.
"Don't cry, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I was just...I was surprised."
"Yeah, me too! Of course it's yours, you jerk, I can't believe you asked me that."
"I am a jerk," he agrees, pulling you into his lap.
You bury your face in his chest, hiccuping sobs.
"Such a jerk," he murmurs, rubbing circles on your back. "Of course it's mine, because you're mine and everything's gonna be okay. No matter what you decide, we'll get through it, yeah?"
It's easier after that, Seokjin indulges your every food craving, getting up to cook for you at 2am if you decide you need it.
At the first ultrasound, he’s cracking jokes and making you laugh but when the heartbeat starts up he just goes really quiet.
“Jinnie?” You call softly.
When he takes your hand, his is shaking a bit and when you look up at him, he’s crying these big tears.
“We should get married,” he says, and you hit him with the heel of your hand.
“You can’t propose to me when I’m in stirrups on a fucking metal bed, Seokjin!”
He just gives you this dashing smile, so you roll your eyes and say yes.
He becomes fascinated with how full your breasts are getting, loves cupping them in his hands, how extra sensitive your nipples get when he runs his tongue over them, how they turn a duskier color after a few months.
They just keep getting fuller over the coming months and the way you start filling out your shirts makes him crazy.
When you complain about how much weight you're gaining he scoffs, makes you all your favorites, makes a point to kiss every part of you that night in bed.
Yoongi
He’s quiet for a long moment after you tell him, looking down at his hands in his lap. When he does speak, his tone is soft and calm.
“Are you...are you going to keep it?”
Your mouth drops open a bit, and when he looks up at you his eyes go wide and he fumbles for your hand.
“No, no, that’s not how I meant it. I mean, do you want to keep it?”
“Do you want to keep it?”
His throat works and he looks away from you again.
“I...you’re not supposed to ask me that. It’s your body and you-”
“I’m asking if you want to have a family with me, Yoongi.”
He meets your eyes and his are big and wet.
“I would very much like to have a family with you, Y/n.”
Then you’re crying and he’s crying and you end up having to go throw up because you have morning sickness and you’re very emotional but he just sits behind you and rubs your back and you think you’re glad if this happened it was with him.
He’s perfect, really, spends all his extra time with you, doesn’t stay too late at the studio, brings you the chocolates you’ve been craving home when he comes in so much that you tell him you’ll gain too much weight.
He makes the funniest face at you, like he’s offended and appalled that you’d ever suggest that as a possibility, and it makes you laugh so hard you almost pee on yourself because man you have to do that a lot now that you’re pregnant.
And the sex ramps up to an almost intimidating degree.
Yoongi can't get enough of how juicy your pussy is, how your taste changes just slightly and his face is buried between your thighs as often as you'll let him.
He loves how fast he can make you cum now, how you’re so sensitive and he’s always trying to coax one more orgasm out of you.
“You can, I know it, you’re so good, baby, just one more,” with his fingers buried inside you, crooking up just like you like until you’re muffling your shouts with the pillow until your face turns red.
Once you have the ultrasound, the records the heartbeat with his phone, uses it in tracks as a backbeat, he’s so proud even if he can’t tell his fans he wants it in here somewhere.
Hoseok
You show him the pregnancy test and his mouth drops open slightly.
“Are you sure?”
You wave the stick at him. “Hoseok, I just showed you the thing, this is the third test.”
“No, I mean-” he stops, takes a long breath, starts again. “I mean, are you sure you want this? Like, with me?”
“What do you mean, with you?”
“I mean, I’m not-” he mumbles, and you stop him with a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t do that. Don’t do this I’m not enough for you speech because you’re amazing and I love you so much. I want to have this baby. I want to have your baby.”
“Yeah?” His voice is shaky when you remove your hand, and you climb into his lap and everything seems so much easier than when you were anxiously waiting to see him, to tell him everything.
He proposes before the first ultrasound, and of course you say yes.
The first time the baby moves, he’s lying behind you with his arm wrapped around you and his hand on your belly and he yells so loud when the baby kicks at his palm that you almost fall off the bed.
You don’t stop laughing until he’s got his hand back on your belly, all misty eyed.
“Do it again, yeah?”
At the sound of his voice, you feel a tiny little bump again, and he just bursts into tears.
He’s fascinated by the way your body changes while you’re pregnant, loves how adorable you look in overalls with your baby bump.
Sex turns into this all night affair, hours and hours because he keeps going on and on about how much hotter your cunt is now, how your skin in general feels hotter and smoother and he just can’t shut up about it.
“You’re so hot, Y/n, fuck-like...you’ve always been hot, but now it’s like, literally-” He babbles, buried inside you.
“Hoseok, please, please move,” you plead, pushing back against him.
When you turn your head to look at him he’s smirking at you. “But I like it when you beg.”
At the 20 week ultrasound he can’t stop smiling and asking questions, you’re anxious because you want to make sure it’s okay.
“Of course they’re okay. They’re ours, right? They’ll be wonderful.”
Namjoon
He just stares at you for what seems like an inordinately long time.
“Joon?”
“Um, so, like, is this...a good thing? Are we happy?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Yes, I’m happy.”
He heaves a big relieved sigh and wraps you in his arms.
“Then it’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.”
You feel better instantly, less anxious with his arms around you.
He’s fascinated with everything about your pregnancy, keeps reading facts on the internet and asking you questions that are increasingly more gross.
“Is your discharge different because that can mean-”
“Kim Namjoon we are not talking about my discharge.”
“Yeah but what if-”
“No.”
“Also, I read that-”
“Joonie, I swear to God I’m gonna take away your phone and your computer if you don’t stop.”
He leans down to kiss your belly every time he comes in the door.
It becomes this ritual, to kiss your belly every time he sees you and you can’t help but smile.
You don’t ever have a second to feel insecure about your changing body because he worships you in bed, even more so than before.
He can't believe how much more responsive you are, how a single drag of his fingers up your side has your nipples peaked, your skin flushed.
“You look so pretty like this, baby, so easily worked up.”
Namjoon talks to the baby constantly, about everything and nothing, just like he does to you, in this low, calm voice, and sometimes you fall asleep and when you wake he’s still talking, telling the baby things, and it makes your heart swell with love.
Jimin
He covers his face with his hands immediately when you tell him, and you’re worried.
You worry your lip between your teeth. “Jimin?
After a long moment you take his hands from his face.
He’s crying, these big fat tears, and you don’t know what it means until he wraps his arms around you.
“Jagi, we made a baby?”
You melt, kissing all over his face.
“We did.”
He’s so happy, and you hadn’t expected that he would be, thought maybe he’d be anxious about it.
He loves your baby bump so much, all but squeals with happiness when it starts showing under your clothes, keeps a hand on your belly at all times, sitting on the couch, in bed, at a restaurant.
He doesn’t want to miss a single kick while he’s home with you.
Jimin's favorite thing about your pregnancy is how you want him all the time, constantly, pulling him into a passionate kiss the second he walks into the room, pulling him down on the bed as he laughs into your mouth.
He wants you naked in bed at night so he can trail his hands along your skin.
He just keeps trailing his fingers along your skin, so light it’s maddening, and you’re getting wetter and wetter and pleading but he’s just talking softly, taking his time.
“You’re glowing, jagiya. You’re so bright all full with our baby. It makes you mine, you know? You’re both mine.”
Eventually, you lean up to drag him down for a kiss and usually that does it, makes him slide inside you and finally give you what you want.
When you have Braxton Hicks contractions and it’s way too early, he’s as stoic as he can be, holding your hand, but when it’s over and they tell you it’s not labor he’s so relieved there are tears streaming down his face.
He just loves you so much, and he’s glad there’s this product of your love, he’s so proud and wishes he could show it to the world.
Taehyung
It’s way more simple than you thought, telling Taehyung about the baby.
You’re a bit worried, he can be a bit standoffish, especially when he’s stressed, and you feel vulnerable and hormonal
That boxy smile is there immediately, tears welling in his eyes.
“I”m so happy! Are you happy? You’re happy, yeah?”
Yeontan comes running up and he tells him he’s going to have a brother or sister, it’s so cute you want to yell.
“I should quit.” He says, suddenly.
“You should what?”
“I should quit! I can’t be away all the time when you’re pregnant, you need me here for all the doctor’s appointments and so I can see you grow-”
He’s already dialing his manager before you can stop him.
It’s rough, that fight, the argument about how he shouldn’t make a snap decision, especially before the baby is born, but in the end, he just wants to provide for you and make you happy, so he acquiesces.
He’s just in the best mood after, even when you’re snappy because of the hormones he just tells you that you’re right even if you’re irrational.
Taehyung kisses the pregnancy line on your belly, runs his fingers over it.
Thinks it's just so cute when your bellybutton pops.
When you complain about how your body is changing he doesn't know how to tell you that your growing belly makes him want you so much, how sexy he finds you glowing with his baby.
It ends up coming out in dirty talk, and his low voice in your ear sends you over the edge.
You’re too pregnant for most all positions so he’s fucking you while you’re lying down, spooned behind you.
“You’re so fucking sexy this way, all full of my baby, wish you could always look like this. You’re already pregnant but I want to fill you with my cum anyway, keep you dripping with me, yeah?”
The first ultrasound he gets so many pictures you feel like the doctor’s office is probably going to charge extra for printer ink, hands them out to all the other boys, pastes them on the refrigerator like the baby is anything more than a peanut.
Jungkook
He doesn’t react the way you think he will.
His eyes widen just a bit.
“Ah, we’re happy, yeah?” He says finally, and you laugh a little.
“Yeah, we’re happy.”
He nods vigorously. “Good. Good, we’re happy.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Are you not happy?”
He takes your hands in his.
“I’m happy.”
He’s freaking out.
You know it but he won’t say it, he’s way too quiet and he keeps doing the most extra things.
When you say you want to take a bath, offhand, he goes to run it for you and then picks you up to carry you to it.
He’s extra protective in public, one hand on your lower back everywhere you go, shielding you with his body from anyone on the street.
“Are you okay with all of this?” You ask, finally.
“What? Of course I am.”
He’s asking Namjoon for advice, texting him all hours of the night.
One night when you look over, you see what if I’m a bad father?
Your heart cracks and you tug at his arm.
“You’re going to be the best dad,” you tell him.
He kisses you so softly. “I love you so much.”
It isn’t as if you’ve ever had trouble in bed, but there’s something about pregnancy sex that really gets you.
Jungkook loves how your hips get wider, how your ass fills out, and as much as he loves to see your face he's delighted that when your belly is too big for missionary he gets to fuck you from behind, grab your hips with his hands and watch your ass jiggle with every thrust.
He tries not to show it, but you know he’s nervous at the ultrasound, he’s bouncing his knee and there’s worry around his eyes.
When everything’s okay with the baby, he relaxes, stops squeezing your hand so tightly.
He keeps a picture of the ultrasound in his wallet, looks at it when he feels down or misses you both too much when he’s away.
