~Push comes to shove/JJk oneshot
Summary: Pregnancy is beautiful. Miraculous. Life-changing. Also: horny. Very, very horny.
Y/N thought prenatal couples' classes would be full of breathing exercises, stretches, and maybe a free water bottle. What she didn’t expect was her hot husband Jungkook massaging her breasts in a room full of strangers — and worse, him stubbornly denying her the sex her raging hormones are screaming for. But what happens when they get home and the ache doesn’t go away? Let’s just say Jungkook has fingers — and he knows how to use them.
Pairings- Husband.Jungkook x Wife. Reader
Genre- established relationship, smut, comedy, fluff.
"Do I look like I waddle?" Jungkook glances up from the mirror where he’s fixing his hoodie, immediately putting his hands up in surrender.
"Do you want the truth, or the version where I live to see tomorrow?" Y/N narrows her eyes at him, belly prominent beneath her maternity leggings, and shuffles sideways like a penguin. Jungkook bites back a grin. "You’re cute when you waddle." "So I do waddle." "No, no, baby — you glide. Majestically. Like a sexy... hippo ballerina." "You want to die."
He laughs, crosses the room in three easy steps, and kisses her forehead. "You look beautiful, waddling or not."
It’s only their third class in the six-week Prenatal Partners Prep series, and so far Jungkook has been the most enthusiastic dad-to-be in the group. He brings his own yoga mat, he knows every fruit size comparison for the baby’s growth, and he’s gotten into the disturbing habit of talking to Y/N's belly like it’s a walkie-talkie.
Today, though, Y/N’s nerves buzz. The syllabus says today is "Body Connection and Intimacy Support." Which sounds dangerous.
The community center smells like lavender oil and linoleum. They’re surrounded by bean bags, bolsters, birthing balls, and couples in various stages of pregnancy and comfort.
Instructor Marie, a sunny woman with dreadlocks and a tie-dye scarf, claps her hands. "Alright, everyone! Welcome back to class. Today, we're going to focus on touch. Touch builds trust. It soothes, relaxes, releases tension, and promotes oxytocin — our best friend during labor."
Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Y/N and mouths oxytocin, like it’s the name of a K-pop group. She elbows him.
Marie continues, "We'll do a series of exercises today. Some simple, like back rubs and foot squeezes. Some a little more intimate. Remember, this is a safe space. Consent is key. Partners, only touch what your mama-to-be is comfortable with."
Then she wheels out a soft foam mannequin with large, plush breasts attached to it. The class chuckles, but Marie is completely serious.
"This," she says, laying her hands gently over the foam chest, "is where we carry so much sensitivity. Hormonal changes can make the breasts ache, swell, and feel overstimulated. Gentle massage not only relieves discomfort but also prepares your partner for nursing and increases comfort with body changes."
Marie demonstrates, her gloved fingers pressing in slow, circular motions just under the breast tissue, then moving up, squeezing and gently tugging toward the areola. "It's important to be mindful. You want to create support underneath and slowly move inwards. Always ask if it feels good."
Around the room, couples begin trying it. One woman leans back with a blissful moan. Another is coaching her nervous husband. There are boob massages happening on every mat.
Jungkook looks over, face blank for a beat. Then he meets Y/N's eyes. His expression softens into that serious, laser-focused look he gets when he’s problem-solving.
"Do you want me to try it?"
Y/N's cheeks burn. Her boobs have been so sore lately. And she hates to admit it, but even the idea of Jungkook’s strong hands carefully touching them—
She nods quickly. "Just... not too hard."
He shifts behind her, legs bracketing hers protectively. His palms hover before landing.
And then he touches her. Warm. Gentle. Attentive.
His thumbs stroke the undersides, massaging the heavy curve of her breast in slow circles. He presses upward slightly, supporting her weight. Then his fingers work out from the base toward the nipple, like Marie showed.
Y/N bites her lip. Her eyes flutter closed. It’s supposed to be clinical. Therapeutic. But Jungkook is taking it seriously. Almost too seriously. His fingers work methodically, his breath puffing just behind her ear. He shifts slightly so she can lean fully against him.
"How's that?" he whispers.
"S—Soft. But good. Really good."
He cups her again. This time, he brushes slightly higher, skimming the edge of her bra line. His thumbs draw gentle arcs over her sensitive flesh, circling close but not quite touching her nipples.
Every nerve ending in Y/N’s body stands at attention.
Her thighs shift. Her belly tightens. Her breath comes out shakier.
She nods quickly. "Just... yeah. Very sensitive."
Jungkook pauses. "You want me to stop?"
"No. Please. Just—Keep going. Just not too fast."
He nods against her temple. Then his fingers move again. A little firmer. A little slower. Rolling the flesh between his palms, pressing and releasing in the softest rhythm. Each pass makes her arch just slightly. Each graze lights her up a little more. Her nipples harden beneath her bra.
Jungkook notices. His hands hesitate. He swallows. Then continues. "You're really responsive," he says quietly. "I can feel you pulsing."
Y/N wants to melt into the mat. She leans her head back onto his shoulder. Her hips shift again, just enough for him to feel her thighs clench. She can feel the tension in his arms as he fights the urge to react.
And still, every couple around them is doing the same thing. But it doesn’t feel like everyone else is in the room.
It feels like it's just them.
By the time class ends, Y/N is barely functioning. Her brain is soup. Her thighs are glued together. Her boobs feel heavy, sensitive, and unfairly ignored. She doesn’t even wait for the car ride. The moment the front door shuts behind them, she turns to Jungkook, hands gripping the front of his hoodie. "Baby."
He sets the keys down, eyes wide. "Whoa. You okay?"
"No. I need you to touch me. Now."
Jungkook blinks. "Y/N..."
"Don’t you Y/N me. You were massaging my boobs in front of eight people and then stopped like some kind of cruel torture specialist." AHe laughs, pressing his forehead to hers. "You were squirming in my lap, remember? I had to think about tax law to keep from embarrassing myself."
"Baby... we talked about this. The doctor said no penetrative sex for a bit. We agreed."
She groans. "But you have hands. And a mouth. And I am literally going to explode."
He hesitates. His thumb brushes her cheek, tender. "You sure? You want me to... just... fingers? That’s enough for now?" She nods, eyes already dark with need. "Please. Just... something. Anything. I’m going insane."
Jungkook sighs, but it’s not annoyance — it’s surrender. He scoops her up like she weighs nothing (which is a lie, she’s swollen like a water balloon) and carries her straight to the bedroom.
"You tell me the second anything hurts," he says, laying her gently on the bed. "I’m serious. If I even sense discomfort, I’m stopping."
"If you stop, I will cry actual hormonal tears."
He snorts. "Guess I better make it worth it then."
Y/N props herself up against the pillows, legs parted just slightly, already panting with anticipation as Jungkook kneels between them.
"Let me help you relax first," he murmurs.
His hands go to her thighs, massaging them gently. Then her hips. Then up, over her belly, reverently.
Then slowly — so slowly it makes her whimper — he slides his palms beneath her shirt.
"I can’t stop thinking about how warm you felt in class," he murmurs. "You were clenching around nothing, weren’t you?"
He hums. "You're so responsive right now. So swollen. So soft."
His thumbs brush up again, grazing her underboob before he cups her fully, thumbs circling, slowly working her again.
But this time, there’s no crowd.
And as his fingers begin to trail lower, she knows she’s not making it out of this clean.
Jungkook doesn’t move to take off her clothes right away.
Instead, he peels her leggings down slow, kissing the skin above her waistband, each press of his lips soft and patient. He helps her shift, lifting one leg, then the other. Her panties go next, damp and sticking to her, and he hums in approval.
"So wet already," he whispers, tossing the fabric aside. "You’re so ready for me, baby."
Y/N squirms. Her hands twist the sheets. She spreads her thighs more instinctively than consciously.
Jungkook settles between them, eyes locked on hers, and leans down to kiss the inside of her knee. Then her thigh. Then closer. Closer.
"I want to take care of you," he murmurs. "You need relief. I’m gonna give it to you."
His fingers trail over her inner thighs, teasing first. Ghosting along the crease of her hips, down the curve of her ass, before finally dipping in.
She gasps the moment he brushes her center. He moans softly under his breath, like he’s the one unraveling. "God, you’re soaking."
He circles her entrance once, twice, then moves higher to her clit. It’s swollen, begging for touch. He strokes it gently, and her back arches immediately.
She nods, breathless. "Yes. Oh my god, yes." He keeps the motion slow and steady, circling, pressing just right until she’s writhing. Then — when she’s trembling — he dips lower and presses one finger inside.
Her head falls back against the pillows.
"So tight," he groans. "And so warm. Fuck, baby."
He pumps slowly, gently, curling just right. Then adds a second finger.
Y/N moans, thighs trembling, hips tilting to meet every thrust of his hand.
"There you go," he praises. "Just let go. Let me take care of you."
He fucks her slow and deep with his fingers, thumb rubbing lazy circles over her clit. It’s maddening. Perfect. He knows her body too well.
She’s already close. Her belly tightens with every clench. Her toes curl.
Jungkook leans in, kisses her swollen breast through her shirt, then noses up to her collarbone. "You look so pretty like this. All swollen and messy and mine."
"Yes. Please. Please don’t stop." He speeds up just a little. Fingers curling deeper. Thumb pressing tighter.
"Come for me, then. Right now."
Her orgasm crashes through her with no warning. It’s full-body. Head to toe. She cries out, legs shaking, fingers gripping his hoodie as he keeps working her through it. He doesn’t stop until she’s trembling and gasping, overstimulated and spent.
Only then does he slow. Withdraws gently. Then he kisses the inside of her thigh again, like a promise.
She nods, dazed. "Marry me again."
He laughs, crawling up to kiss her cheek. "Only if we get to take another class next week."
The next week arrives faster than either of them expect.
Y/N is still riding the high from last week's "relief session," and Jungkook hasn’t stopped teasing her since.
"You know," he says casually in the car, "I think I should open a side business. Preggo massages by Jungkook. Satisfaction guaranteed."
"Say that at class and I’m faking a contraction to get us kicked out."
The moment they step back into the community center, Marie greets them with a knowing smile. Y/N swears she knows. Or maybe she just knows.
"Welcome back, everyone! Today we’re going deeper into partner massage. We’ll explore different touch techniques that help with circulation, tension relief, labor prep, and bonding."
Marie demonstrates first. She goes through four types of massage: shoulder rolling, lower back pressure, hip pressing, and perineal prep (which earns a collective awkward cough from half the room).
Y/N leans into Jungkook’s side. "Do not sign up for that demo."
Station One: Shoulders and Neck
Jungkook stands behind Y/N, thumbs digging into her shoulders with perfect pressure. He rolls them outward, then up the sides of her neck, kneading carefully.
"You’re really tense here," he mutters. "You sleep like a shrimp."
"You snore like a chainsaw. We all have problems."
Still, she melts into it. His fingers are magic.
Station Two: Lower Back Relief
They switch to the mat. Y/N leans forward over a birthing ball while Jungkook presses into her lower back, palms kneading in circular motions.
He uses his full hand, dragging upward with steady force. Occasionally he leans closer to whisper, "Tell me if anything hurts. Or if you just want an excuse to get bent over again."
"You’re lucky I’m carrying your child."
Station Three: Hips and Glutes
Marie instructs the partners to use their knuckles to gently roll over the glutes and hip joints.
Jungkook tries to be professional. He does. But he grins too wide when his fists work into her hips. "So this is legally sanctioned ass-grabbing. Good to know."
Y/N groans into her arms. "Why are you like this."
"Because you married me."
Station Four: The Controversial One
Marie clears her throat. "Now, we won’t be practicing perineal massage here, but we do recommend learning about it together. It can reduce tearing during birth. Lots of oil. Lots of trust."
Jungkook raises a hand. "So, like... at home homework?"
Y/N smacks his thigh. "Sit down."
The session ends with gentle partner stretches. Y/N lays on her side while Jungkook helps hold her knee up, stretching her hips. They breathe together. Move together.
And when he kisses her forehead, she knows he’s thinking it too.
"You know," he whispers, eyes twinkling, "we never did finish that perineal discussion."
Y/N groans. "You have five seconds to forget that word or sleep on the couch."
"Fine. But I'm bringing massage oil home anyway."
Back home, Y/N is sprawled on the bed in one of Jungkook's oversized T-shirts, scrolling through the handout Marie gave them after class. "You know," she mutters, "she actually said it's recommended from 34 weeks onward."
Jungkook looks up from rubbing lotion into her feet. "Hm?" She holds up the paper. "Perineal massage. She said it helps reduce tearing. Like statistically. It stretches the tissues. Prepares things." He blinks. "You're telling me this is a medically supported excuse to rub you down in even more questionable areas?"
She snorts. "Don’t make it weird."
"I'm not. I'm just saying—this is probably the most romantic homework I've ever been assigned."
Y/N rolls her eyes. "You up for trying it?"
He raises a brow. "You want to now?"
She nods. "Might as well. Before we chicken out." Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. He grabs the bottle of unscented, warm-safe oil Marie recommended, and helps her situate herself on her side with a pillow between her knees.
"You tell me what hurts or feels wrong, and I stop. Got it?"
He warms the oil between his hands, then settles behind her. His voice drops, low and reassuring. "Ready?"
He starts slow. Gently pressing the oil into her inner thighs first, soothing and warm. Then lower, carefully spreading the oil toward the sensitive area Marie warned them about.
Y/N gasps quietly when his fingers brush her most private spot. "Too much?"
"No," she pants. "Just... not used to it."
His fingers stroke in a U-shape, carefully avoiding pressure at first. Then slowly, gently, applying just enough to stretch the skin where it's needed. He follows the diagram exactly, massaging the perineum with soft circles and thumbs pressing gently outward.
It’s not sexual. It’s intimate.
Jungkook never once treats it like foreplay. He breathes calmly, checks in with her every few seconds. He wipes excess oil, murmurs encouragement, kisses her shoulder when she hisses a little from the stretch.
"You're doing so good, baby. This is gonna help so much when the time comes."
Y/N's eyes flutter shut. She relaxes under his touch. It's not erotic. But it is deeply vulnerable, and somehow more intimate than anything else they've done. When he's done, he pulls the blanket over her and curls up behind her, resting a protective hand on her belly.
"I love you," he whispers into her neck.
"I love you more," she breathes. "Even when your fingers are between my ass and vagina."
He laughs so hard he nearly rolls off the bed.
The following week, class starts with yoga mats, soft instrumental music, and Marie standing at the front in loose linen pants and socks with clouds on them.
"Welcome, everyone! Tonight is all about breathwork and birth simulations. Your partner is your anchor — your calm in the storm. You'll learn how to coach, support, and physically assist during labor."
Y/N leans into Jungkook and whispers, "Coach Jeon in the building."
He grins. "Does this come with a whistle?"
The class begins with breathing exercises.
"Inhale through the nose, expand the belly. Hold. Exhale through the mouth with a hiss. Again."
Jungkook takes it way too seriously. His hissing sounds like a malfunctioning tire.
Marie raises an eyebrow. "Partners, you are your birthing queen's calm center. Giggles are wonderful. But control your hiss, please." Jungkook shrugs. "I’ll be the best damn calming tire out there."
Simulated Contractions. Each pregnant partner gets a small massage ball to squeeze — simulating contraction pain. Jungkook is instructed to apply counter-pressure to her hips and lower back as she squeezes and breathes.
"We’re pretending this is a wave," Marie explains. "You breathe through the intensity, and your partner supports the rise and fall."
Jungkook digs his hands into her lower back with practiced ease. "You’re amazing. You’re strong. Your uterus is a legend."
She snorts. "Stop flirting with my uterus."
He leans close. "Too late. I’m jealous of it. It gets to hug the baby before me."
Partner Positions & Pushing Practice
Marie goes through different positions couples can try during labor: sitting on a birthing ball while hugging a partner, squatting with their support, lying on their side with pressure on their back.
Jungkook tries every one like he’s auditioning for a Broadway show. He holds Y/N steady, presses into her hips, even helps her try a supported squat. "You good?" he murmurs.
"You're perfect. You're strong. And your butt looks phenomenal from this angle."
Marie walks by just then. "Whatever gets her through the pain, partner."
At the end of class, Marie hands out practice guides.
"This week, focus on labor visualizations and coaching affirmations. And please keep doing your massage work. Especially the perineal care. It helps."
Y/N and Jungkook pack up their things. On the way out, he kisses the top of her head. "You were amazing. Even if you did laugh during every breathing drill."
"You hissed like a snake with a sinus infection."
"Yet you still want to have my baby. That’s love." She grins.
Week five of prenatal class opens with a dimmed room, soft instrumental music echoing through the speakers, and a sign on the whiteboard that reads:
“Pelvic Support & Belly Relief Techniques”
Y/N’s lower back is already killing her. She shifts in the folding chair uncomfortably, rubbing her belly as Jungkook fumbles in his bag for their notebook, a granola bar, and a comically large bottle of coconut water.
Marie, radiant as always in her flowing earth-toned scarf, claps her hands. "Hello, beautiful parents! Tonight's class is a little different — we're focusing on the physical support side of things. Not just emotional, but literal. As your babies grow, gravity becomes a cruel mistress. So we'll show partners how to lift some of that burden, literally." Jungkook leans toward Y/N and whispers, "Did she just say I get to hold you up like a goddess statue?"
"If you don't take this seriously, I will personally crush you with this goddess weight." He laughs. "Crushed by beauty. What a way to go."
Marie motions everyone to the mats. "We’ll be starting with a technique known as the Supported Belly Lift. Partners will kneel behind the pregnant person and use their hands to lift and support the underside of the baby bump. This alleviates pressure on the pelvis, lower back, and hips."
She gestures to her assistant, who demonstrates with fluid confidence. "It may look simple, but the relief can be... dramatic. It's not uncommon to hear a lot of involuntary noises when this happens. That’s completely normal."
Y/N side-eyes Jungkook. "That better not mean what I think it means." Jungkook raises both brows. "Are we about to get moany again in public?"
They get into position. Y/N carefully lowers herself onto the mat, hands bracing her weight on a bolster as she kneels. Jungkook kneels behind her, adjusting until his thighs bracket hers. His hands slide under her belly. Warm. Steady. "Ready, baby?"
"Please do it before my spine sues me." He lifts. And her entire body sings. The relief is immediate and almost comical. The weight of her belly lifts off her strained back and hips, and a loud, guttural moan tears from her throat before she can stop it.
She isn't alone. All around the room, the sound is the same — a chorus of deep sighs, breathless groans, and full-body whimpers echoing through the community center. It sounds like a spa... or a very tame, clothes-on orgy.
Jungkook freezes. "Was that you?"
"Don't you dare stop." He adjusts his hands, lifting just a bit higher, letting her belly rest against his palms and forearms. "Holy shit, you weigh nothing like this. It’s like holding a glowing bowling ball full of power and rage." Y/N is too blissed out to even argue. Her hips loosen, shoulders drop, and she actually lets out a purr. "Jesus," she mumbles into the bolster. "Can you just walk around like this behind me all day?"
Jungkook laughs under his breath. "I'll get a harness. We’ll start a service: 'Rent a Husband.' Premium support." Marie passes behind them, smiling. "Good form, partner. Excellent hand placement. Keep holding for at least 30 seconds. This can also be used during early labor and in showers."
Jungkook grins. "I volunteer as tribute." Once the lift ends and she eases back to a seated position, Y/N feels like a new person. Or at least a less-squished version of the same exhausted woman. In the car on the way home, Jungkook breaks the silence with a smirk. "So... you moaned again."
Y/N rolls her eyes. "Don’t act surprised. Every woman in there moaned."
"Yeah, but you sounded like I’d lifted the gates of heaven off your spine." "You did. I swear I saw God for a second. She winked at me." He reaches over to squeeze her thigh. "Guess I'm her angel now. Baby-bump-lifting edition." She narrows her eyes. "You're so smug."
"You married this." She sighs dreamily. "Worst decision. Best pelvic relief."
