Reaction To Their S/O Feeling Ugly While Pregnant
WayV
‘hi if you get the chance could you please do a wayv version of “s/o feels ugly while pregnant” reaction? i really enjoyed the first two parts! thank you 💕💕💕’ NCT 127/U ver. is here~
Kun:
He’d be such a good dad-
You let the pads of your fingertips trace down the stretchmarks among the side of your stomach- You’d tried a variety of lotions & oils known for reducing scar visibility and yet they were still very much present. With a sigh you rubbed the oil in as you examined yourself in the mirror. Would you ever be able to get rid of them-? It donned on you once again how nearly impossible it could be regain your previous body.
The ajar door opened slowly, revealing your fiancé, his eyes questioning and brows raised.
“Yes?”
He gave his usual gentle smile, “I was just checking in on you- You’ve been in here for a while.”
“Oh-”
You hadn’t realized how long you’d been in there, having showered, shaved, and lazily towel dried your hair, you stood in front of the mirror for a matter of minutes in your joggers and bralette. He also took notice of your appearance, skin glowing with moisture, lips rosy, hair damp, droplets of water decorating your soft shoulders, the valley of your breasts calling to him, the large swell of your stomach reminding him you were the mother of his child. Words couldn’t express how he felt just looking at you- He slipped in, his grin growing as he positioned himself behind you, his hands sliding along your very bloated waist to the front of your balloon of a stomach. His hands were so much warmer and larger than yours.
“You smell good,” he noted, pressing his cheek to your damp hair, his breath tickling your ear.
His hands continued to roam along your stomach, his rougher fingertips glossing over the stretchmarks at your side repeatedly, the patterned indentations rapturing his attention.
“I can’t get rid of them,” you informed, lips pulling into a frown.
“You don’t have to,” he informed softly, his mesmerized hands tracing over them once more.
“Even after-” you choked up, “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go back to normal.”
The wells in your eyes spilled over, causing you to bring your hands to your face.
“Shh,” he coaxed, his hands going to your own as he turned turned your head gently, causing your feet to take tiny steps until you faced him, immediately letting your head fall to his shoulder.
“You’re perfect now- You were perfect before- And you’ll be perfect after,” he reminded, referring to your body, “You’re so beautiful, you have no idea-”
Ten:
Any chance he could, Ten would have his cheek pressed to your stomach, the small bump having enraptured his attention for the past months. He listened intently for signs of life, his hand going to rest of the expanse of your stomach, patiently awaiting a kick. At first it was quite endearing, but with time you felt more self-conscious as he’d lift the front of your shirt up.
Today he was feeling quite lovey, having been wrapped around you since he came home. His damp hair tickled your skin, his scent vanilla- You were glad he’d showered before climbing into bed with you, but wish he’d dried his hair. He pressed a tender kiss to your collar before nuzzling into your neck, drawn to the warmth as his hand slid from the mound of your stomach to your chest, giving one of your clothed breasts a gentle squeeze-
“Ten,” you whined slightly, shying away from the droplets of cold water that greeted you.
Reaching down as he hummed, he started pulling the front of your shirt up. With a kiss to your jaw he drew back- Before he could feast his eyes on the glory of your tummy you pushed your shirt back down, attempting to sit up slightly. Confused, he held your gaze for a long moment of silence, trying to decipher if you were mad at him, if he’d done something wrong.
“I’m not in the mood,” you informed, breaking eye contact for a brief moment.
Registering your words, he open but shut his mouth before breaking into a beautiful smile, collapsing toward you with a light chuckle.
“That’s okay,” he replied, wrapping himself around your arm as he snuggled closer childishly, “I just want to be with you~”
He expected a reaction, a smile or giggle, even a roll of your eyes would suffice, instead you sighed quietly, turning your gaze from him.
“Um,” he began, “Am I being annoying or something-? You seem upset...” he trailed off.
You couldn’t think of how to express yourself, replying with a simple, “No,” with a voice crack- You now turned your face fully from him, knowing what would come next, tears.
“Baby,” he called, his tone serious, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m so ugly,” you whispered- “I’ve gotten so fat-”
Ten wore an incredulous expression, judging you.
“What are you talking about?”
You couldn’t reply, you didn’t want to be a crying mess.
He wrapped himself around your body, leg draping over your hip, you were surprised he had the strength to pull your body into his own.
“No, you’re not-”
You still couldn’t reply, taking deep breaths to calm yourself and dry your eyes.
“I love you,” he reminded, pressing a kiss to your temple as he held you.
WinWin:
“Some girls you just can’t tell if they’re pregnant or just fat,” your friend ranted, stabbing another french fry with her fork before enlarging her eyes, “But like you- I can obviously tell you’re just pregnant,” she added in attempt to not be offensive. Yikes.
A dinner with friends was fun for the most part, but there were certainly characters who had rather strong opinions- Lately you simply felt you were matured, in different places in life- Less of a connection.
Distracted, she began to ramble about something else and you noticed Sicheng refill your glass of water. You hardly had an appetite, taking small bites of food before downing your water.
“Why don’t you eat more?” Sicheng prodded gently, leaning into your side.
“I’m not hungry.”
He pursed his lips in response, struggling for a moment for how he should proceed. Perhaps you didn’t like the meal, with his fork a stabbed a piece of your calzone, seemed fine. Using his fork to push your food aside he scraped some pieces of steak from his plate.
“Sicheng,” you fought, not wanting him to waste his food on you.
“Try it-”
“You should just-”
“Eat,” he ordered, more authoritative this time.
With your fork you toyed with your food as Sicheng engaged in a new conversation.
As were pulling on your coat you could tell Sicheng was in a mood- Likely because you didn’t listen to him, idly pushing the food around your plate. You knew once you were in the car with him he’d expect an explanation.
“You have to eat more-”
“I feel sick when I eat too much,” you retorted.
He gave a small sigh- You knew your body better than he did, but he still was worried for both of you, casting a quick glace at your belly.
“Is it because of what your friend said?”
“No!” you argued defensively, crossing your arms- He’d caught you.
“Babe,” he spoke, his voice low.
You couldn’t help but look at him for longer than you should have, the blurring lights of the city behind him fading as his masculine profile ensnared your attention, a hand on the wheel.
“Forget what she said- You’re beautiful,” he praised, eyes on the road, “You have to eat well, for both of you.”
His free hand stretched out to feel your bump- Mentally he promised himself he’d keep an even closer eye on you.
Lucas:
“Boy or Girl?” the elderly woman behind the register cheerfully asked.
Taken slightly aback you unconsciously placed your hand upon your stomach.
“Not sure yet,” you informed politely with a forced smile.
Lucas stood proudly next to you, a dumb smile playing on his face as he fished out his wallet.
“Well, you must have some prediction,” she yammered, “Mothers’ intuition!”
“I’m not sure,” you chuckled.
“A boy,” Lucas cheered quietly from beside you causing the elderly woman to smile.
You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, collecting the bags momentarily before your big strong boyfriend took them from stand, shooting you a look so as to ask why you even thought about carrying heavy grocery bags. A few strides in front of him and you were turning to him as the automatic doors parted.
“Is it that obvious?”
Though you were showing some, you thought the relatively loose sweater hid you enough- You still weren’t completely comfortable with the idea of being so... pregnant. Time was going so fast you felt yourself bloat day by day, suddenly you were walking around with a big bump to match the big oaf you were with.
Lucas’ eyes flitted around as he tried to figure out what you meant, a blank expression present as he waited for a car to pass.
“That she could tell I was pregnant...”
He gave you a once over followed by a nod and a hum of affirmation. You pursed your lips slightly before they puffed out in a small pout.
Pulling the seatbelt over yourself you were once again reminded of the large bump. You suddenly felt much fatter than you’d previously thought... Every so often Lucas cast you glances, noticing your quiet demeanor. He remained quiet for a long while, just taking in the atmosphere, mulling over what he should do or say- If he’d done anything to cause the situation or if was simply baby-hormones... Once home to two of you quietly put the groceries away, Lucas trying to make idle conversation, but your mood was just down...
Finally, he asks what’s wrong. You shake your head, but he knows something’s up so he keeps pestering about it, asking if it was him or-
“Nothing! I just don’t feel ready or good or anything!” you burst.
He tries his best to piece together what you mean, scratching his head slightly.
“Not ready for the baby?” he asks, stepping closer to look down at you closely, his large hands going to the front of your bump.
“I wasn’t ready to be pregnant and now I- It’s going so fast and- I feel so ugly and I didn’t think I was showing so much, but now everyone knows and I-”
He quieted you by moving his hands to either side of your face, pulling you into his chest gently. He didn’t say much, just held you, letting you whine into his chest in frustration.
He’d let you get it out and later try to cheer you up by being dorky and sweet then shower you in compliments like ‘uR the MoSt BeAUtiFuL gOrL N dA w0rLd BABIEE!’ Eventually I think he’d take on a more serious tone as well and tell you seriously you’re doing amazing and so beautiful, he loves you so much.
XiaoJun:
okay, this one is less planned & romantic tbh, but this is like my worst nightmare as a vain hoe..
No, that couldn’t be right- You were NOT pregnant. You’d always used condoms... There was still a chance, but so small you never thought it’d be you... You’d go out and buy another one. Maybe this test was just a dud- Yet there was a gnawing feeling in the back of your mind, you’d missed your period and felt pretty sick, which was why you’d chosen to take the test in the first place. What if you were pregnant? What would you do? The father could only be DeJun (or should we call him XiaoJun), your boyfriend of two years. What would he do? What would your parents do...? Neither of you were ready for that. You weren’t ready for that... Imagining yourself bloated and pregnant made you want to shrink into a ball. That couldn’t be you. You weren’t ready for your life to end so quickly. You saw the man you’d been waiting for, adjusting the strap of his shoulder bag as he perused the library in search of you.
“Xiao!” you called out in a rather loud whisper, trying to be discreet. Perhaps it’d been a bad idea to take the pregnancy test in the university bathroom
Once he saw you he bounded over to you, his thick brows knitting together once he saw your frazzled expression.
“So, where did you want to go? I was kind of craving Pho-”
You’d called him over but now you weren’t sure what to say... You couldn’t just tell him point blank right here- Should you?
“Or...” he pondered, taking in your silence, “Pizza?”
Yep, if you were with him you’d definitely get fat- Knowing him he’d want to do everything for you and pamper you even more than he already does- Definitely one to give into your cravings. It was still so early on, yet you were already too deep down the rabbit-hole.
“I- don’t want to- Do you know how many calories that is-?”
“So... You never cared before,” he teased, “Are you on a diet or something,” he asked hesitantly, his expression flattening.
You were still thinking what to do.
“You don’t need to,” he added, clasping your hands in his own, swinging them idly by your hips as he puffed out his lower lip.
OMG so, doesn’t exactly fit the scenario I guess, but it’s really hard to not make it repetitive,,, but you KNOW he’d be so caring and supportive. He’d tell you over and over you’re still just as pretty as before and that you’re overthinking, but if it’d make you feel better he’d assist you with dieting or light exercise, just to make your mental feel a bit better.
Hendery:
“Do you think I’ll be a good dad?”
You nearly choked on the M&M between your lips at his sudden question.
“I think,” you paused, imaging him with a child in his arms for a moment, “I think you’ll be an amazing dad! I wouldn’t have let you get me pregnant otherwise-”
He guffawed, his chest vibrating against your back on the sofa as his forehead fell to the nape of your neck, his hand stilling on your hump as he collected himself. You giggled with him for a moment, eyes trained on the television as you dipped your hand into the bag of M&M’s once more.
“And I think you’ll be a great mom,” he informed, causing a blush to dust your cheeks.
At times it still felt unreal, that the two of you would be parents in just a few short months- Though technically you already were.
“I can imagine it,” he murmured, resting his cheek upon your hair as he spooned you, the television simply background noise as the two of you attempted to picture your futures.
Though you knew there were more important things than appearance, you couldn’t help but imagine yourself next to Hendery, married with a child... Though before being pregnant you still felt your body wasn’t good enough, you now realized how much you’d taken for granted - You couldn’t even wear pants comfortably... You wanted to envision yourself as your previous weight and body, but what if you could never- What if you could never feel confident again...?
“What are you thinking about?” Hendery prodded, just from his voice you could tell he was smiling.
“Nothing.”
Even though it gnawed at you, you felt stupid- It wasn’t important, but it was something you tended to selfishly hyper-focus on. You knew if you told Hendery he’d brush your worries aside, he was rather biased in that regard. You wondered if he saw envisioned you as back at your former weight or-? What sort of expectation did he have?
“I love you,” he murmured, almost tickling you with the way his fingers crawled across you, his bare feet toying with your own.
He had a way of putting all your worries to ease without trying- Without even telling him your concerns you felt relieved and loved. Turning a bit clumsily in his arms you faced him, his smile growing as your bump knocked into him.
idk im just super soft for him okayyyyyyyyyyy and trust him with my life
YangYang:
He’s so baby, I can’t imagine it-
You had a hard time seeing your own feet, craning your neck to see the numbers on the scale. With an exhale you stepped off. It was the heaviest you’d ever been; it was to be expected that you’d gain weight carrying a child and all, but seeing the digits didn’t feel great either.
“Oh- 2 kilograms (4.4 lbs) since last week- Our boy is growing big and strong,” YangYang smiled excitedly, his hand going to your stomach out of habit.
You weren’t so sure it was the baby growing- It was probably just you- The late night binges you’d had over the weekend making you feel nauseous just thinking about-
“Woah!” he exclaimed, steadying you for a moment.
“I’m fine,” you assured, voice bland.
“Let’s sit down,” he suggested, expression etched with concern.
If you fell, there’d be no promise he could come to your rescue- You felt you’d probably squash him.
“I’ve got you,” he assured nonetheless.
At your side he held your hip, his other holding your hand as he guided you from the bathroom. You just wanted to climb into bed, your eyes felt heavy.
“Easy,” he coaxed, positioning you to sit down on the side of the bed slowly.
Your own strength was zapped, unable to even push yourself to the pillows. He hesitated to even leave you, but quickly side-stepped to your other side, his back facing the headboard as he reached down, scooping you into his arms princess-style, sliding you upwards into a comfortable position as he knelt on the mattress. Your hand gripped his denim jacket deathly, scared for a moment he would drop you or fall into you due to your imbalance of weight.
“I’ve got you,” he repeated, having no trouble.
He knew you were probably just scared in the moment, but he wanted you to trust and rely on him.
“I’m heavy-”
“Not really,” he retorted, comfortably positioning the pillows behind you for a moment.
“Actually,” his actions stilled, “I’m worried about you- You’ve become thinner,” he explained, pinching the flesh of your upper arm softly. He was just worried for both your health and the baby’s.