HIS: Kitten (Yoongi) | {Book 1} ✔️

•E.2•

"Yoongi stop." I asked.

"What?" He ignored my request and kept touching me.

"Stop touching me."

"What? Can't a husband touch his wife?" I looked at him and he only grinned his gummy smile.

"That's not what I was saying." I paused as I sighed. He chuckled as he pulled me closer to him. It made it really difficult to get angry or pretend I was angry at him when he acted so preciously. "What do you want for dinner?"

"I don't know. Wait—I do know. I want skewers." I smiled. "And falafels!"

"Again?" He raises an eye brow as he nestled his lips near my jaw. I nodded in response. "For you and the little one, fine."

"Do you want me to go with you?" I asked, but I kind of didn't want to go. Moving with this big belly was not ideal.

"No, I'll be fine. Stay here." He smiled and gave me a chaste kiss before getting up.

I smiled and nodded as I rubbed the big belly. I hadn't been able to cook for a while since smell would upset me. If it wasn't the food I'm craving, I would be sick. Thus, recently, Yoongi would bring home food I wanted—as long as it wasn't too unhealthy.

But every time he left, I missed him. Even though it was only ten minutes away, I missed him.

🐱

"Yoongi, Stop!" I tried stopping him but he wouldn't. He was so stubborn. "Honey, please..."

"Damn...I love it when you say that." His whispers were raspy as he pressed himself deeper into th curve of my ass. "I've mentioned that I love you like this?"

"Like what?" I asked, "bloated, tired and cranky?"

"No, you pregnant...with my child. So plump and big." I groaned at his words.

Unbelievable...but I still loved him with all my soul

"Which basically means you like the way my my boobs look." I sighed as I turned around. "You seem to really like them, more than the baby."

I had just gotten up to get some water before Yoongi had come back with food that he had promised. He had immediately come to me as soon as he saw me.

He had settled the food on the coffee table and attacked me with a large hug. The hug I loved, it was his roaming hands that bothered me—kind of.

"Yeah...I mean I do like these." Yoongi fondled my swollen breasts. I gasped as the sensations were heightened. "But I like this part too."

Since my pregnancy, my body was super sensitive, especially my breasts and vagina. They were swollen and had milk in them as the baby was reaching nearly eight months.

Yoongi's fingers rubbed the bloated stomach before reaching lower to my sensitive pussy.

"Kitten..."

"Yoongi..." I moaned his name, flowing out so perfectly, deliciously.

"Let me have you...let's do it..."

"But..." I whimpered as his fingers began to rub my belly. "How can you possibly want to have sex when I'm over seven months pregnant?"

"Shush, the doctor said it'll make the aching go away. I'll be gentle," he whispered, blowing soft air into my ears. I couldn't help but whimper at his words, the sensual blows of his breath against my skin. "I'll be gentle with our little cub."

"Yoongi," I couldn't help but fall for his words. The deep raspy voice that made me wetter than a raging river. I leaned into him, exposing my neck as I looked up, raising my head back.