Our Baby Girl, Bangtan's Little

27

Abigail showered and got dressed. She had so many different styles of clothes in her closet, and she loved them all. She wore a sweet, innocent, cute little dress buttoned on the front. She curled her hair in soft curls, finishing it with some makeup, and then she was ready. You couldn't see the hickey he left on her neck, thank goodness. Not that she didn't want the others to know; she just didn't want to upset them.

When she walked into the kitchen, they were all there, and the way they were looking at her, she was swearing to God that they knew. Was she that loud? But alas, they can read her like a freaking book because Yoongi snorted, "Yeah, we heard your prayers last night." She blushed bright red and mumbled sorry. He waved it off, "Don't be. Eventually, I'll get to hear it, and with you, hopefully, riding my cock."

Her mouth dropped open, she was aware that he wanted her, he made that clear the other day but to say it in the open, so boldly, damn that was so fucking hot. "Sure sounds fun," she mumbled before sitting down and shoving the bagel in her mouth. Abigail felt a hand on her thigh and she looked down at it and then at the owner, he was completely ignoring her. He was in a deep conversation with Joon about something.

But that didn't stop him from sneaking under the hem of her dress and slowly making his way up to her panties, he stopped just a breath away and his fingers stroked up and down her inner thigh. She was getting goosebumps and something else; he knew exactly what he was doing to her while she desperately tried to eat her breakfast.

His finger slid up just a bit, and he circled her bud outside of the lace panties. He hasn't looked at Abigail or acknowledged her at all since she sat down, nope he's just using his fingers to torture her slowly in front of all of his brothers. Was this payback for making him and Jungkook kiss? Is this her punishment? His finger snuck under her lace panties, and he ran it through all of her slickness.

Abigail heard Tae grunt a bit, but that was it; once his finger was soaked entirely, he ran it over her clit, slowly adding more pressure until she knew she was going to orgasm very soon if he didn't stop. She grabbed her drink, hoping that if she was drinking, she could get through this without letting everyone at the table know what was happening.

The orgasm hit and she gasped, the orange juice went down the wrong pipe and she couldn't breathe. She was orgasming her way towards death. She was choking a bit but still riding out that high, it was like he knew when she finished because as soon as she did he pulled her to his lap and started patting her back. "Oh baby, do we need to give you bottles when you are big too?"

This bastard, she pulled back and narrowed her eyes at him. His boxy smile was fully displayed; he knew what he was doing. "No, Daddy, I'm okay."

He was wiping his baby girl's mouth with a napkin when he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Are you sure, baby? You know how much your Daddies love giving you your bottle."

Abigail leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, her lips right next to his ear. "Jimin told me what Abi did. If this is payback, just know that I'll make sure she does worse next time."

His deep baritone laugh filled the room, "such a bratty baby you are."

Jimin's chair skidded back, and he walked over to his baby, picked her up, and walked her to the wall. As soon as her back touched it, his lips touched hers. They were maybe 3 feet away from the others, but it didn't seem he cared at all like he was doing this on purpose. He pulled on the front of her dress, and the buttons popped and scattered across the tile of the kitchen floor. His lips left hers and he kissed his way down her chin to her throat, he sucked and bit hard. Abigail moaned loudly. He kissed her ear and nipped it, "If I see you having an orgasm with someone else in front of me again, I will bend you over the closest flat surface and fuck you until you remember just exactly who your favorite Daddy is."

"Yes, Sir," she whimpered.

He turned to look at the others. "We'll be out today. Do not call me unless it's an emergency. Yoongi is in charge." Then he lifted his baby from the wall and carried her to her room. "Change, baby. I sort of ruined your dress down there."

They had a great time together. They shopped, ate, and walked around, and just genuinely enjoyed their time together. Everything was going great until Abigail saw her father with one of the men he sold her to when she was young.

Jimin grabbed her hand and noticed when she squeezed it and started shaking. "What's wrong, baby?"

Abigail shook her head no and tried to walk away; he held her firmly against him. "Baby, tell Daddy what's wrong. I can't fix it if you don't tell me." His voice was stern yet calming.

She took a deep breath and a few more. "My father is coming this way with one of the men he sold me to when I was young."

Jimin's eyes turned lethal, "did that man touch you?"

She looked down at the ground, "Every day I was there."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my little whore. Look at you paying off my debt like the good little girl you are." Abigail couldn't look at him; she was shaking so badly.

Then the man that raped her repeatedly laughed, "You look good, Abigail; I was sad when your father told me he had sold you to someone else. I was hoping to get you back."