Our Baby Girl, Bangtan's Little

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Jimin knocked on the door lightly, but there was no answer. "She must still be sleeping," he whispered.

"Well, come on, let's climb into bed with her. Lord knows this will be the last time for a while." Yoongi grabbed his hand and pushed the door open. In the middle of her bed was their sleeping baby girl. They lay down on either side of her, touching her hip. She was facing Jimin since he was the main Daddy.

"You ready?"

"No, but we need to do this," Yoongi whispered.

Jimin leaned forward, lightly kissing Abigail on the nose, her cheeks, her forehead, and lastly, her lips. "Wake up, baby," he said softly.

Her eyelids fluttered open, "Daddy," she wailed before she crashed into his arms.

"Shh, Baby Girl, Daddy is here."

"We're both here," Yoongi said from behind her.

She turned to look at him; tears were pouring down her face. "Am I broken?"

Yoongi reached forward, "No, baby, you aren't. Daddy and I need to speak to you. Can you listen to us? Let us get it all out before you get upset. Can you do that?"

The only reason she agreed was that she was still half asleep and absolutely upset. She's never this compliant with any of them, but it's even worse when it's him and Jimin. She loves defying the two of them like it's her mission in life.

"Baby, look at me." She turned to look at Jimin while he sat up and got her comfortably on his lap. "I want you to know that we love you with all of our hearts, and that's why we did what we did. It was me and Daddy Yoongi, no one else. So if you are going to be mad at anyone, be mad at us, okay?"

Yoongi gave him a soft smile. It was a lie; all seven of them made the choice together. But he understood why Jimin told her that they were the guilty ones. "Okay, Daddy."

Jimin sighed, "When Percy was born, the doctor came to me and Daddy Yoongi and told us that we had to wait at least two years before we could have another baby."

She pulled back, her eyes narrowing, "what did you do?"

"What we had to do."

Abigail scrambled back, shuffling off the bed until she was standing at the end with her arms crossed in front of her. "I swear to God, if you made it to where I can never have any more babies, I will murder the both of you."

They both knew that was a lie; she hated violence. "Baby, do you think we'd do that? We'd never take that away from you. But we did put an implant in you, one that ensured you couldn't get pregnant until it was removed. That way, your body could heal, and you could have a healthy pregnancy."

"So, in a way, you did take away my right to have babies?"

Yoongi sighed as he scrubbed his hand down his face. "We did, and we aren't sorry. We'd do it a thousand more times if it meant we'd keep you safe. We promised that when we made you our baby girl, and we'll continue doing that until our last breath."

"I hate you," she whispered.

"And we love you," they whispered as she stormed out of the room.

Jimin turned, tears in his eyes, "she hates us," he cried as Yoongi pulled him in for a hug.

"She doesn't, I promise Kitten, she doesn't." He held Jimin while the younger cried himself to sleep. He didn't let go until hours later when Jimin woke up, his pupils blown wide. "Are you okay, Kitten?"

"Master," he whined, his hips rocking his erection against the side of Yoongi's thigh.

Yoongi rolled them over. Jimin was too far gone for Yoongi to even be able to speak to him. He woke up in sub-space, something that took Yoongi years to get the younger to slip into. He rarely does it; he'll slip into his Kitten role, but he's still fully aware of everything. Yoongi can count on one hand the number of times Jimin has slipped deep enough to be in his sub-space.

"Kitten, do you need Master to take care of you?"

"Master," he whimpered as he pushed his ass into the air.

"Okay, okay, Kitten, Master's got you." Yoongi removed Jimin's pants and used his thumbs to spread his rim wide. He could see all of his cum starting to spill out. He licked a fat stripe between his cheeks, teasing that pink muscle.

Once Jimin started to whine louder, Yoongi gave him what he craved. He placed his tongue into a point and pushed it past the rim to scoop out all of the cum and peach-flavored lube he'd used earlier. Jimin whimpered, pushing his ass closer to Yoongi's face, wanting him deeper.

He knew that the only way to get Jimin out of this state would be to get him to cum as many times as possible, and then, through cuddles and praises, he'd slowly come back. So that's what he did; he ate Jimin out until he could no longer hold himself up, then he flipped the younger onto his back and sucked his cock until he was dry.

It took a little over an hour. Yoongi's mouth was practically dead, but he needed to get his Kitten all cleaned up. Once Jimin was cleaned up, Yoongi picked him up and carried him to the younger's bed. He laid down and held him tightly against his chest; skin-to-skin would be the fastest way. His hands ran up and down his back as he murmured praises at the younger.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Yoongi heard.

He looked up at his baby girl, who was crying, "It's okay, baby. Come here. Daddy Jimin needs your help."

"Is Daddy okay?"

"He is my perfect little Kitten. But he needs to know that he's a good Daddy, too. He thinks that you hate him, and all he ever wanted was to protect his baby girl."

Abigail sighed, "Jungkook explained it to me, and I know it was all of you guys, not just you two. He always does that, takes everything on himself." She looked down at Jimin and kissed him, "I love him, even when he makes me mad."

"He's a good Daddy, isn't he?"

"He is; he's a good Kitten too."

Yoongi grinned, "the best there is."