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Yoongi had never been a particularly traditional omega, and that extended to how he acted before and during his pregnancy. He had been the one to bring up trying for a baby to Taehyung, all casual-like when they were folding laundry together one day, standing on their respective sides of the bed they shared, in their little two-bedroom apartment, all of their clothes strewn on top of the more-or-less smoothed-down covers.
“What?” Taehyung asked, unsure if he had heard correctly, flapping out one of his numerous pairs of plaid pajama pants.
“I said, what do you think about a baby?” Yoongi repeated patiently, rustling through the still-warm laundry in search of a matching sock.
“Um- us? A baby?” Taehyung said, staring at Yoongi in surprise and letting his hands drop to his sides, pants forgotten.
“Yeah, you know, when we first got together, we both said we wanted kids someday,” Yoongi said, looking at Taehyung - amused glint in his eyes - as he folded the socks together.
Taehyung looked around the room as if scoping out where a crib would fit.
“Do you think we’re ready?” Taehyung whispered.
“I think you’re going to be a great dad,” Yoongi said, just a hint of pink on his cheeks, rooting around for another sock.
It was quite some time before he found it, because Taehyung suddenly reached up for the top of the duvet and forcefully pulled it all the way from the head to the foot of the bed, trapping half of the laundry and sending the other half flying to the floor.
“Hey!” Yoongi protested with a laugh.
Taehyung knelt on the bed and crawled rapidly across it to Yoongi, reaching out and pulling him down by his wrists as soon as he could. Despite squawking in protest, Yoongi went down easily and soon he was being rolled onto the bed and kissed thoroughly.
“Wait, wait, you haven’t said whether you wanted to try yet,” Yoongi said, finally pushing Taehyung’s face away from his neck, even as he giggled.
“Yes, I want us to have a baby,” Taehyung said emphatically, dodging Yoongi’s hands and nuzzling into his neck again, even as his hand slid down Yoongi’s belly and then cupped his clothed crotch, making Yoongi gasp.
“I haven’t stopped taking birth control yet,” Yoongi reminded him, smiling and bucking up into his touch.
“Practice makes perfect,” Taehyung replied, and got to work getting Yoongi’s shorts off.
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Sooner than they could have thought possible, they were sitting in the living room of their one-bedroom apartment, with three positive pregnancy tests in the trash can of the bathroom and a doctor’s appointment for Yoongi scheduled for the day after next. Yoongi was in slight disbelief that it had actually been that easy, and Taehyung was wrapped, octopus-like, around him: leg over Yoongi’s lap, face in Yoongi’s neck, and his hand firmly on Yoongi’s belly.
“There’s nothing to feel there,” Yoongi reminded him with a little scoff, as Taehyung’s fingers pressed in just slightly. “It’s no different than it was a few weeks ago.”
“Soon, though,” Taehyung muttered, his lips against Yoongi’s collarbone. “Soon it will be different.”
“We don’t have to change everything about our lives,” Yoongi said, a little more forcefully, as he rubbed his hand on Taehyung’s back. “We’re still us, we’re still regular adults, we’re just adding a baby. I know that there will be some adjustments and changes, but I’m still me! Not just a parent.”
Taehyung lifted up his head so he could look Yoongi in the eye, knowing from his tone of voice that what he was saying was really important to him.
“Okay, understood,” Taehyung said softly, pure adoration on his face.
He didn’t take his hand off of Yoongi’s perfectly ordinary, completely unremarkable soft flat belly, though.
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True to his word, Yoongi carried on with his life exactly as before. It was early enough that he didn’t have to wear different clothes yet - he didn’t usually wear things that fit closely around his waist anyway. He was always a little grumpy when he first woke up, so having a touch of morning sickness didn’t change his behavior all that much. Taehyung suspected he was a little embarrassed about the morning sickness and was trying to not mention it too much, but he was definitely avoiding coffee and eggs for the first few hours after he woke up now.
Taehyung bought more crackers and lemon bread and ginger ale and put them out in conspicuous places on the fronts of their shelves. Whenever he asked Yoongi if there was anything else he wanted to have on hand, Yoongi insisted that there wasn’t any special or different to add to the grocery list - all the the usual stuff. So Taehyung simply had to guess - and then restock when the particular things he bought had mysteriously diminished in quantity.
As the weeks ticked by, and Taehyung tried to subtly run his hands over Yoongi’s belly each day to determine for himself whether it was starting to swell up a little or not. Yoongi handled this action by completely ignoring it and continuing whatever he had been doing - scrolling on his phone or going through the mail or getting a block of cheese out of the fridge - as if it were perfectly normal that Taehyung would be squeezing and groping his midsection at all times of the day.
One thing that was changing already: Yoongi was getting noticeably more bossy. He denied it, but Taehyung found it delightful. Whenever they were at home together, Taehyung could be sure that he would be asked to carry out some task or another, whether he was close by or across the apartment.
“Taehyung, hand me the remote!”
“Taehyung, where did you put the other kind of soap? This one smells weird!”
“Taehyung, put cereal on the list, we ran out!”
“Taehyung, can you get me another blanket?”
“Taehyung, does this juice taste funny to you?”
And so the days went by, with Taehyung never missing a chance to hop to Yoongi’s outbursts, grinning to himself all the while.
“What? What’s so funny?” Yoongi would ask, if he saw Taehyung grin so hugely in response to being asked to shift the couch back by three centimeters so that Yoongi could put his feet up more comfortably on the ottoman.
“Nothing,” Taehyung would say. “I just love you.”
That always got him.
“Love you too,” Yoongi would always mumble back, still blushing even after all those years.
Of course, it was inevitable that a few weeks in, Yoongi would no longer be able to deny the change in his body. It was easily, effortlessly, camouflaged under his clothes still, but Taehyung could feel the unmistakable swoop of it. It wasn’t at all like the little swell that Yoongi had gotten once or twice in the past, when he put on a few pounds after spraining his ankle, or when he was having a hard time at work and needing to put in extra hours and eating lots of takeout. This wasn’t a squishy little belly, this was, as Taehyung gasped, “A BABY!”
“Yes, it’s about the size of a plum now,” Yoongi said offhandedly.
Then he said “hey,” with a grunt because Taehyung had suddenly wrapped up him up from behind, both of his hands splayed over Yoongi’s bump, his chest pressed to Yoongi’s back, and his face buried in Yoongi’s neck.
“Don’t make me late to work,” Yoongi complained - but Taehyung smiled, because his scent was so sweet that it undercut his mild scolding entirely.
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A few weeks after that, Taehyung got back to the apartment, expecting to see Yoongi already home - but he wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room. Then Taehyung got back to the bedroom and found him there, instead.
Yoongi was sitting up against the headrest, with his legs splayed out in a V and his hands on his belly - the oh-so-cute swell that Taehyung couldn’t take his eyes off of, but that Yoongi insisted still wasn’t actually all that noticeable yet and Taehyung was exaggerating about. Yoongi had a weird expression on his face.
Worried, Taehyung tossed his work bag to the side immediately and walked over to him.
“Yoongi, is everything okay?”
Yoongi looked up at him, his eyes huge and his scent uncertain. He grabbed Taehyung’s wrist and yanked him down, even as he lifted up his own t-shirt with his other hand. Taehyung, panicked that he was going to land heavily directly on him, managed to get one knee and his opposite hand down on the covers, while Yoongi directed the hand he had a death-grip on directly to his tummy.
“Feel this,” he ordered Taehyung sternly.
So they sat there, eyes locked, while Taehyung held his hand against the bare, soft skin of Yoongi’s belly, right above his belly button. He kept his hand there, slowly lowering himself the rest of the way onto the bed, sitting with one leg folded underneath himself and one draped over the side of the bed.
Then Taehyung felt it, at the same time that Yoongi gasped and his eyes grew even wider. There was an unmistakable twitch in Yoongi’s belly.
“Is that the baby?” Taehyung shrieked, putting both of his hands on Yoongi’s belly.
Yoongi put his hands on top of Taehyung’s and didn’t say anything - he just nodded. Taehyung gasped and gently rested his cheek on Yoongi’s stomach for good measure. They sat there for a moment longer, breathing in anticipation, until suddenly the tiniest tremor shook Yoongi’s abdomen right under Taehyung’s ear. He burst into incredulous giggles.
“Okay, okay!” Yoongi growled at him. “Stop squishing us.”
“US!!!” Taehyung whisper-shouted gleefully, though he immediately sat up. “Oh, Yoongi, you’re working so hard growing our baby, it’s so strong in there! You must be hungry. What can I get the two of you for a snack?”
“I want dried squid,” Yoongi said immediately.
Taehyung got up, as excited as ever to provide. Well, probably more excited than ever, to be honest.
“What else?” Taehyung said. “You never know, there might be more than one in there.”
“Don’t you dare suggest that!” Yoongi growled, just barely keeping a smile off of his face.
Taehyung easily dodged the kick Yoongi aimed at him as he stood up off of the bed, though since he turned his back he didn’t manage to dodge the pillow Yoongi tossed at him directly afterwards.
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Taehyung privately thought of that day as the turning point of the pregnancy, after which Yoongi started to soften up a little and allow himself to be taken care of a little more openly than before - to allow himself to be thought of as a “pregnant person” and not just Yoongi-for-whom-nothing-had-changed-yet. (At least, as long as Taehyung remained “chill” about it and didn’t bring too much attention to the fact that Yoongi had let him take charge of something.) If Yoongi were asked, though, he’d name a different day: the day they moved to a larger apartment.
He’d of course been an active participant in the hunt for a different place. He and Taehyung both had very strong opinions about where they wanted to live and what their new dwelling would need to have. Yoongi had seemed to relish the challenge, going on apartment tours filled with energy and peppering the real estate agents with incisive questions. He even let Taehyung give him foot and ankle massages when they got back home after the tours, despite the fact that he stated that he really wasn’t that tired and it hadn’t hurt his feet too much.
“Ahhhh, that does feel nice though,” he finally said after a few minutes, looking down at Taehyung with a soft and grateful expression. “Thank you, baby.”
“Of course, anything for you,” Taehyung replied happily, ready to massage anything and everything until his fingers went numb, as long as Yoongi looked that relaxed.
They’d finally found a really great three-bedroom place, on the ground floor, in a pretty quiet and nice residential neighborhood, with lots of places to walk and bike nearby. They’d hired movers and set a date. Then, it came time to start packing up their stuff.
That was when Taehyung finally asserted himself openly. He let Yoongi pack his suitcases that he’d live out of for the move, with his clothes and his laptop and iPad, but insisted that he wasn’t allowed to touch anything else.
Yoongi looked at him in shock.
“But, Taehyung, there’s so much to do!” he protested. “You can’t pack up everything by yourself!”
“That’s why we hired the service we did,” Taehyung said assertively. “They can pack up an entire one bedroom apartment and move it cross-town in one day. I’ll pack up the really sensitive and important stuff, and they’ll take care of the rest, and you’ll be out of the way completely.”
Yoongi crossed his hands over his chest, which these days meant that his elbows and forearms came to rest on the very top of his tiny belly bump. It was very cute, which drastically undercut the frown he had on his face.
“I can help,” he insisted.
“No,” Taehyung said confidently. “Yoongi, I’m putting my foot down. You’re not going to be tiring yourself out by putting clothes in boxes, or getting all the towels and sheets pulled out of the cupboards, or wrapping up all the plates and bowls in paper, or yanking out all the power cables for the gaming systems and tying them up.”
Yoongi scowled.
“I mean it,” Taehyung said, straightening up and stepping towards Yoongi. “You’re my precious Yoongi, and for the whole move, you’re going to be sitting in Hoseok’s living room, cuddled up with pillows and playing Animal Crossing.”
Taehyung reached out and caressed Yoongi’s cheek with one hand, then let his hand trail down onto Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi wasn’t a very traditional omega - which worked well, because Taehyung wasn’t a very traditional alpha. Usually. Sometimes, though, that side of himself would emerge and make itself known. Yoongi secretly enjoyed those moments - in part because they were so rare. He’d never say it out loud, but he loved seeing the way Taehyung would square his shoulders, and the way his handsome face would get a determined cast to it, and the way his scent would get strong and dominating, and Yoongi could let himself get, perhaps, just a little bit soft in response.
So Taehyung looked at him, with his hand gripped possessively on Yoongi’s neck, and Yoongi melted.
“Aww, my baby alpha,” he cooed, gently teasing with his voice, even as he let his body relax and his eyes glaze over a little and his scent sweeten. “Are you worried about me?”
“Always,” Taehyung said, deadly serious, gripping just a fraction more tightly as he stepped closer.
And that…Yoongi had to admit, that got him. That Taehyung wasn’t willing to let Yoongi play it into a joke even by the slightest bit. He saw Taehyung’s eyes flash with possessiveness as he could see and smell how Yoongi was willing to submit then.
“Okay,” Yoongi breathed out, not bothering to hide his adoration, letting it shine through in his pink face and his happy scent and the way his body molded to Taehyung as he pulled him close and scented him, even with his firm little bump between them.
Scenting turned into kissing, which turned into Taehyung pressing Yoongi against the wall right there in the living room, which turned into Taehyung laying Yoongi down right on the couch and pulling up his shirt and kissing all over his belly.
“You’re so beautiful and perfect,” Taehyung murmured, kissing his belly and his chest.
“All mine, gotta keep you safe and happy,” he grunted in continuation, not letting Yoongi do more than blush and submit to his attentions, stripping off Yoongi’s shorts and underwear and kissing down his thighs and then back up over his belly again.
Yoongi ran his fingers gently through Taehyung’s hair, then gently across Taehyung’s neck and shoulders, and pulled him back up so that Taehyung was on top of him and kissing him. And he didn’t object at all to Taehyung shoving his own shorts out of the way and claiming him right there on the couch.
He even managed to not blush at all just a week later, when the movers arrived and hoisted that very couch up and out of the apartment, and into their van.
“Alright, time for you to head out!” Taehyung told him brightly, all sparkling energy in a t-shirt and sweatpants and a headband, eager to get the move over with.
“Send me updates,” Yoongi said, with a little pout in his voice.
“Of course,” Taehyung said with relish. “You send me some too.”
“I won’t have any updates,” Yoongi replied, pouting even more. “It would just be ‘still on Hoseok’s couch’ like five times in a row.”
“I know,” Taehyung said placidly. “I still want them.”
So Yoongi kissed him chastely one more time and then waddled out of the door, and drove himself obediently to Hoseok’s place. And then he sent Taehyung a selfie of himself on Hoseok’s couch, surrounded with Hoseok’s pillows, with a cup of tea in his hand. Taehyung replied with a string of no less than forty-five heart- and heart-adjacent emojis.
Taehyung kept to his promise, and sent Yoongi an update at least each hour, of their few little rooms getting progressively emptier and the moving truck getting fuller. Yoongi felt guilty that he was luxuriating with a friend and not helping at all, but Hoseok - a fellow omega - managed to keep him distracted enough that he didn’t get too anxious or fretful.
Finally, the truck was packed and Taehyung sent a picture of the empty apartment - with a reminder that he’d already booked a cleaning service to scrub it all out so Yoongi didn’t need to worry about the dingy carpet or the greasy dust in the corners of the counter. Yoongi sent another picture back, of him holding up his Switch and showing off the fish he’d just caught in Animal Crossing. Taehyung sent another few dozen emojis back in reply to that.
By the time the sun was just starting to set, the truck was empty and everything had been hauled into their new place. Some of the furniture was in the right place, but other pieces - such as their bed - still needed to be assembled. Also, their new fridge hadn’t arrived yet, among a hundred other considerations. Any doubt or worry or reminder that Yoongi texted throughout the day to Taehyung about the move, Taehyung simply replied that he had it handled, and that was that.
Taehyung paid the movers and gave them a big tip, then locked up their new place and sprinted back to his car, eager to get back to Yoongi as quickly as possible. When he arrived, Hoseok let him in the door with a warm, amused smile - Yoongi scent was strong enough that it was wafting out of Hoseok’s door even before Taehyung spotted him.
Then Taehyung stepped fully inside, and saw where Yoongi was: he had built a nest for them, right there in Hoseok’s living room. He seemed to have started with the futon and sheets and pillows that Hoseok had put out in order for the two of them to stay the night, and then added a few blankets, and then the throw pillows from the couches, and then perhaps a few other things that Hoseok had gotten out to fuel his friend’s sudden unquenchable need for coziness.
“I missed you!” Yoongi shouted, in a rather accusatory way, in fact, that made Hoseok turn his head away so his friend couldn’t see the way he chuckled at him.
Taehyung didn’t mind though - he happily grabbed Yoongi as soon as the he threw himself out of the nest and directly at him. Taehyung wrapped him up tightly and nuzzled and scented him, not even bothering to kick off his shoes yet. Over Yoongi’s shoulder, he managed to catch the eye of the retreating Hoseok and mouth “thank you” at him.
Hoseok cemented his MVP-of-the-day status a few minutes later, by having a nice filling dinner spread out and ready to eat in the kitchen by the time Yoongi was willing to let go of Taehyung. And he didn’t even bat an eye when Yoongi and Taehyung kept feeding each other throughout the dinner. And then he silently vacated the whole outer portion of his own apartment, holing up in his bedroom for the night, as soon as dinner was over and cleaned up, so that Yoongi could haul Taehyung into the nest he’d made.
Once ensconced in the middle of the futon and under two blankets, Taehyung inhaled deeply, right against Yoongi’s neck, and tangled their limbs together.
“I missed you too,” he murmured.
Yoongi just harrumphed and shifted and wiggled and tugged demandingly until they were arranged in such a way that he could use Taehyung as a body pillow.
“I hate not being home,” Yoongi grumped. “It sucks that we’re in between right now. We don’t actually have a home.”
“We will tomorrow, though,” Taehyung whispered to him. “I’ll get it set up so nice and homey, and you’ll get it finish decorating it the way you want. Our pup will grow up there and love it so much.”
Taehyung grinned at the way Yoongi’s scent softened and got so happy as he contemplated the picture Taehyung was painting.
“I love you, baby,” Taehyung whispered even more softly.
Then he moved his hand down to cradle Yoongi’s belly.
“And I love you too, baby,” he added tenderly.
“I love you too,” Yoongi whispered back.
He put his hand over Taehyung’s, and they fell asleep that way.
Yoongi and Taehyung stayed one more night at Hoseok’s place. Hoseok only teased Yoongi slightly at the way he had taken over Hoseok’s living room, figuring it was a small sacrifice to help his two friends through a very temporary transition. And, not-so-secretly, he was enjoying seeing Yoongi give in to his softer side and let Taehyung take over the hard parts of things for a bit. And, no matter how much Hoseok was enjoying watching it, he could tell Taehyung was enjoying it probably a hundred times more than he was.
Taehyung sent even more messages during the day than he had the previous, probably because there was more palpable progress to show versus just the movement of boxes. So Yoongi spent most of the day lying in the nest in Hoseok’s living room, calling out to him and reciting each update as it was sent to him, and pretending he was completely find and not fussing at all.
“Taehyung found three of the four boxes of dishes,” he said. “I hope none of them got broken.”
“I’m sure they’re fine,” Hoseok soothed. “Want a soda?”
And a little later:
“Ah, he’s working so hard,” Yoongi complained sadly, “I wish I were there helping him. He’s got both couches set up now.”
“I’m sure he’s happier with you here,” Hoseok reminded him.
“I knowwwwww,” Yoongi whined - actually whined - and looked up at the ceiling, pouting and flopping his hands down at his sides.
Hoseok suppressed a smile and sat next to him in the nest holding his hand.
And then later:
“Look at this,” Yoongi said, holding his phone out to Hoseok.
It had the latest photo Taehyung had sent, showing him in front of one of the windows in their new place, now covered up by temporary paper shades. I got all of the windows covered now! was the accompanying text.
“He looks very pleased with himself,” Hoseok observed.
Indeed he did, grinning his huge boxy grin, with a streak of grime on one cheek and his wild curly hair held back with a messy headband.
“Yeah,” Yoongi said sweetly, absently flipping his feet back and forth as he took his phone back and kept looking at the picture, “he does.”
Once Taehyung had gotten their new place into livable shape by the end of the next day, with a bed and dishes and soap and towels and toilet paper in all the right places, and triumphantly snatched his omega back to his side where he belonged, Yoongi sent several large, luxurious gift baskets to Hoseok.
The note he sent with the baskets read:
Thanks for putting up with me
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Which made Hoseok grin. Aw, Yoongi, you didn’t have to! Hoseok texted him back once they had been delivered and he’d gone thought them, impressed with all the fancy treats. I know, Yoongi replied. But I still wanted to. Love you.
And if Hoseok screenshotted that message from his typically reserved friend and kept it in his phone gallery so he could return to it whenever he wanted, that was his business.
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Taehyung could feel the relief coming off of Yoongi once they had moved to their new place, so strongly that it was almost palpable. Every weekend from then on was spent together, with Yoongi perched on the comfiest chair in the living room with a large cup of water, and Taehyung going to and fro through the place obeying all of Yoongi’s instructions for how he wanted it all decorated and laid out. Taehyung privately thought he’d never felt so alive. Every few minutes he got to duck into the living room and ask Yoongi for another set of directives and refill his water and give him snacks.
And then two or three times per day, Yoongi would inform him it was time to take a break, and they’d take a slow-paced walk around their new neighborhood. By that time, they could only take short walks - not so much because of Yoongi’s stamina, which was still perfectly fine, but more that the baby was squeezing into Yoongi’s bladder and he couldn’t make it very long between bathroom breaks.
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That was the point at which Yoongi also had to finally accept that he couldn’t keep wearing his usual clothes. Yes, he did have sweatpants that he could simply wear low on his hips, and big loose shirts that still fit over his belly. He had been relying on them more and more, still somehow in denial of how his body was changing. But, secretly, he wanted to look - perhaps - a little cute, and not just expanded.
Taehyung had hinted a few times at going shopping for pregnancy clothes, but Yoongi had always said no, and told him that it was silly to spend money on clothes that he was only going to be wearing for a few months. Now, however, he was starting to sometimes browse for such things online. Finally, he found a compromise: he joined a “buy nothing” exchange group and got a few bags of clothes from a lovely omega in the next neighborhood over, who was about his size, and had decided she was done having kids.
So Taehyung got home from running an errand and discovered Yoongi trying on a shirt with soft pink stripes and a ruffled peplum, which all served to accentuate his bump and make it look even more prominent than it was at that stage.
“This is silly,” Yoongi groused as Taehyung looked at him in surprise, being totally unprepared for the scene as he was.
“It’s- it’s so cute!” Taehyung squealed, shaking himself out of his reverie and rushing forward.
Yoongi grumbled, but stood there still as Taehyung stroked his hands down the sides of Yoongi’s belly and then twiddled the little ruffles.
“It suits you,” Taehyung insisted.
“It does not,” Yoongi pouted.
“Well, show me something else then,” Taehyung acquiesced.
So Yoongi huffed and puffed and yanked the ruffled shirt off, and tried on a different one. It also had stripes, but no extra bit or bobs - though Taehyung’s eyes did widen at how low the neckline was.
“Ooh, collarbones,” he said with an eyebrow waggle, stepping in and gently putting his hands on Yoongi’s hips.
He smiled to himself at the way he would have previously been able to get his hands further around him, and press himself much closer together, but now the bump was between them. He had to lean much further forward than before in order to press his lips against Yoongi’s neck and the top of his shoulder.
“Ok, well, I guess this one isn’t leaving the house either,” Yoongi muttered close to Taehyung’s ear.
Taehyung growled and giggled at the same time, and let his teeth scrape on Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi made a little exasperated noise but relaxed into Taehyung’s grip, and only smelled sweeter as Taehyung kissed and nibbled, and didn’t argue at all when the shirt came back off again.
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As Yoongi’s belly continued to grow in size, Taehyung continued to get more and more into the whole thing. He spent a little time every evening talking to the baby, telling it about all the things they were going to do together. He rubbed Yoongi’s belly, and his feet, and his shoulders, and scritched his scalp and brought him drink after drink. Regardless of whether Yoongi was stoic or needy or clingy or crabby or sweet or teary, Taehyung withstood it all with kisses and patience. And then, once Yoongi was fed and relaxed and sweet, is when he would pounce.
Taehyung really, really couldn’t get enough of how Yoongi looked with his big belly. So he’d always start with kisses there, and then move up and kiss Yoongi on the mouth while he rubbed the belly (and Yoongi’s back, and thighs, and anything else he could reach while they were making out with the belly between them).
The bigger Yoongi got, the more creative they had to be once Taehyung had gotten things escalated to the point where Yoongi was shedding his clothes and pouting about Taehyung not being naked yet. By the end, the arrangement that worked best was to have Yoongi on his back at the edge of the bed, with Taehyung thrusting into him as he stood at the side of it. Taehyung did have to help hold Yoongi’s legs, and he didn’t get to kiss him until they were done, but he had to admit the view down over his heavily pregnant mate, flushed with pleasure and jiggling gently with each jolt, was spectacular.
“I feel like I look silly,” Yoongi confessed sadly one evening, when they had gotten ready for bed and made their way to the bedroom but not escalated beyond kisses and snuggles.
“Silly?” Taehyung said, aghast.
“I’m so odd and round,” Yoongi complained. “Like an overbalanced letter ‘R’ or something. My legs are too skinny for this belly to look good.”
“You look amazing,” Taehyung insisted, sitting up and turning to Yoongi.
Yoongi made a dubious face at him, with his nose crinkled up.
“I know it’s just temporary,” Yoongi said.
“And I’m making the most of things as they are,” Taehyung said, crawling over and caging Yoongi in with his arms - at an angle, so most of his body weight was still held up by his knees, angled next to Yoongi. “I love your body this way.”
Yoongi just looked up at him, his face open and vulnerable and rounded and pink, so Taehyung leaned in and kissed him again.
“I love your belly,” Taehyung said, gently kissing down his neck, “and how sweet you smell, and the cute way you waddle and how you feel in my arms. I love your whole body exactly as much as I did before you were pregnant and I’ll love it exactly as much afterwards too.”
“You’re a sap,” Yoongi croaked out, his eyes full of tears.
“Yes,” Taehyung said happily. “Yes I am.”
Then he came back up and kissed the tears off of Yoongi’s cheeks, then kissed his throat again, and his shoulders and chest and all over the belly again and again, returning even after he’d kissed and caressed those thighs that Yoongi had dared to malign. Taehyung ended up lying between Yoongi’s legs with his cheek at the apex of Yoongi’s belly. He had his face sideways, and was looking up adoringly at Yoongi.
Yoongi couldn’t help but grin at the odd sight from his viewing angle.
“You’re so cute,” he said, looking back at Taehyung no less adoringly.
Then, Yoongi’s whole belly jerked and Taehyung’s head was jostled strongly enough that it was bumped slightly into the air.
“This kid is going to be a kickboxer, I swear,” Taehyung muttered, lifting up his head and petting soothingly on Yoongi’s belly.
They were rewarded with another huge twitch, as the baby rolled and tried to punch Taehyung from inside again. Yoongi and Taehyung looked at each other and giggled.
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By the end, Yoongi gave up all pretense of dignity. He wore only giant loose clothing, sometimes forgoing pants entirely, waddled around with his hands on the small of his back, and kept Taehyung at his beck and call constantly. And Taehyung didn’t mind at all.
“Can you cut me up another mango?”
“Can you put three more ice cubes in my water?”
“I need another pillow, can you bring the one from the back?”
“Ouch, the baby is jabbing my kidney again!”
“Oh no, now even these sweatpants don’t fit any more!”
“I spilled my drink on the floor but I can’t bend over to clean it up!”
“My feet are cold, can you help me wrestle some socks on?”
And Taehyung jumped up each time, happy to soothe and provide and fetch and fuss and smile and sympathize. He kept Yoongi drenched in his scent and covered in kisses.
It got harder and harder for Yoongi to sleep at night, his huge round belly making every sleeping position uncomfortable.
“It’s so unfair,” he said tearfully to Taehyung, who was lying next to him, trying his best to soothe the fretful omega. “I know we won’t get much sleep after the baby is born, so why is it so hard to get sleep now?”
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung said, “I wish there were more I could do to help.”
“Well, at least kiss me,” Yoongi said resentfully, which Taehyung chuckled at, dodging a tiny, ineffective smack to his arm when he took too long to follow instructions.
So Taehyung carefully curved himself against Yoongi and kissed him as tenderly as he could. And as Yoongi relaxed into his kisses, and insisted on more, opening his mouth and inviting Taehyung to take more, he did that too. He didn’t make Yoongi ask, he just responded to the way he melted underneath him and spread his legs and wiggled impatiently. He kept kissing Yoongi, rubbed his hands softly, gently, over the ever-more-senstive and stretched belly, and then further. He carefully worked his hand into Yoongi’s pajama pants - pushed so very low under the bottom of that belly - and cupped him, stroked his little omega cock that Yoongi hadn’t been able to see himself for several weeks now.
Once Yoongi had gotten off once, he still insisted on more.
“I know it’s not very comfortable for you either at this stage,” he said a little shyly, fingers twitching at the hems of his clothes as he hesitated to strip naked. “But it sounds nice-”
“Are you kidding me,” Taehyung said, scandalized. “Like I would ever say no!”
“But-” Yoongi said.
“Ha!” Taehyung cut off further arguments with a kiss.
Clothes removed, Taehyung was spooned up behind Yoongi moments later, holding up one of his leg while he lined himself up from behind.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel good now, no matter what kind of shenanigans we have to resort to,” he muttered fervently into Yoongi’s ear.
Yoongi giggled a little, which got cut off in a gasp as Taehyung gently entered him.
“So beautiful, so perfect,” Taehyung muttered into his ear. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
Once he had fully settled in, getting his hips flush with Yoongi’s ass and gently lowering Yoongi’s leg back down, Taehyung laid his arm across Yoongi’s belly instead. He spread out his fingers, cupping his belly from underneath, the sharpest part of the curve underneath his bellybutton.
“Love you,” Taehyung said, as he started to move. “You’re so… ugh. Yoongi, I can never get enough of you.”
Yoongi arched into his motions as much as he could, but mostly just let Taehyung take charge and do all the work to make both of them feel good.
“Love you too,” he whispered back.
“Gonna put another pup into you after this one,” Taehyung gasped, gradually speeding up his motions, paying attention to the way Yoongi’s body responded. “Just so I can have you this way again.”
Yoongi pushed his head back against Taehyung’s, too close to the edge by then to say anything back. Taehyung nuzzled along his neck and caressed the soft, sensitive skin of his belly, and then just as he nipped slightly at Yoongi’s ear, he felt the omega tense up around him and reach his peak. Only then did he finally bury himself deeply, gripping Yoongi’s hipbone (or as near to it as he could get) and finishing himself off.
Once they were done, and Taehyung had pulled out, leaving Yoongi a sleepy lump starfished out on his back, Taehyung still put himself in charge. He got Yoongi cleaned up and at least made him slip his boxers back on.
“Hurry up!” Yoongi whined, now tucked warmly into bed and not understanding why Taehyung wasn’t in the bed with him.
“I’ll be right there,” Taehyung said with a chuckle, throwing his pajamas back on as quickly as he could.
The instant he was back in bed, Yoongi had glommed on to him like an octopus, entangling their legs and pushing his ungainly form against Taehyung until his alpha was in the correct supportive position to act as a body pillow. It wasn’t the most comfortable way Taehyung had ever tried to sleep, but as Yoongi drifted off, all bare belly and relaxed arms and hairy legs and fluffy hair and nose in Taehyung’s neck, he knew he’d never want to be anywhere else in the world.
Even when he was kept awake for another full hour after that by the baby kicking him repeatedly and directly in the ribs - which Yoongi blissfully slept through.
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Those days soon came to an end, of course, even more rapidly than they had started. They got to bring their beautiful little girl home and install her in the nursery they’d decorated together. And then Taehyung had two separate people to dote over instead of just one. He didn’t flag at all in his duties of fetching drinks and snacks for Yoongi, while also changing diapers and washing bottles.
He also knew better than to bring up the idea of another pup any time soon, though. Yoongi was even more exhausted and stressed out than he was, not to mention sore and hurting from the birth. So Taehyung took everything he’d learned from nine months of practice doting on Yoongi and pressed onward, even on the days when neither of them even had a chance to brush their teeth, and everything seemed horrible and gritty and the baby wouldn’t stop crying.
But finally, the first few hectic months were over, and Yoongi didn’t hurt any more, and the baby was sleeping for longer, and they had a chance to sit together on their couch.
“You’re doing so well,” Taehyung said to Yoongi, wrapping his arms around his still-squishy middle and pulling him close. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Yoongi muttered back, and then rotated in his arms so he could kiss him.
And that was so nice - a moment to connect, and just be in each other’s presence.
“Maybe a second pup wouldn’t be so bad,” Yoongi finally muttered against Taehyung’s lips.
Taehyung barked in laughter, surprised.
“Maybe,” he agreed, his eyes sparkling.
“Practice makes perfect,” Yoongi muttered provocatively.
“It really does,” Taehyung said - and at that, he stood up, hauled a giggling Yoongi directly into his arms off the couch, and started carrying him, with VERY quiet footsteps, to their bedroom.