Our Baby Girl, Bangtan's Little

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"You love that brat," Jimin snorted, looking at the man hovering above him.

"I do," he countered, "shall I continue?"

"No," Jimin sassed, "please stay still and inside me all night long, rock hard until the end of time because blue balls are so much fun."

Yoongi raised his eyebrow a bit just to remind the younger who the Master was in this situation, "fuck why are you such a brat?"

Jimin shrugged, "because it turns you on so much." Then he started rocking his hips, fucking himself on Yoongi's cock as much as he could since the elder wasn't moving at all, much to his annoyance. "Move Daddy, I want to feel you," he whined.

"Fine," Yoongi huffed out, "you'll feel me, gonna feel me for fucking days." His large hands gripped Jimin's hips as tightly as he could; he was going to leave bruises, and he didn't even care. That is what he wanted. If Jimin were going to be a brat, he'd get treated accordingly. Their hips were slapping together harshly; their skin was turning red and slick from the sweat. But it didn't stop Yoongi. Nope, he was going to fuck his Kitten dumb. He pulled out and flipped Jimin over; he pushed his head down into the pillows and pulled his hips up before slamming into him again.

It felt good, but it always did with Jimin. No matter how much he fucked him or how hard he fucked him, he was always tight. Yes, he may not need prep some days, but he always squeezed Yoongi's cock like no other. The perfect little cum dump, if he must say so himself. He reached around and fisted the bottom of Jimin's cock, "Don't even think about it," making Jimin whine about how he was so close. "I know Kitten, Master always knows. And you can't cum until I say you can."

"Daddy," they both heard, making Yoongi pause before they listened to their baby girl knock on the door.

"Baby, Daddy is a bit busy." Hobi tried his hardest to keep her busy, but it wasn't working.

"Why did she go back so fast?" Jimin whispered, "Get out of me now," he growled as he reached behind him, smacking Yoongi in the chest as much as he could.

"Fuck that," he flopped them to the side, "come in, baby; Daddy and I were sleeping, but come in."

"Yoongi," Jimin growled with his teeth clenched. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He whispered right before Abi came into the room in Hobi's arms.

"Sorry, I tried. She fell asleep right after she came to your room, and then she just woke up, and she was Abi."

"Daddy missed Abi, so it's okay, right?" She looked at Jimin with her big, pouty eyes; it was the world's cutest thing.

He reached out, "Of course I did. Come here, baby girl. Daddy was sleeping, though, so can we go back to bed? Daddy is really, really sleepy." He fake yawned to try and make it believable.

Abi cocked her head to the side a bit, "I think you might be sick, Daddy; you are all sweaty." She reached out and wiped the sweat off of his brow.

Hobi snorted so loudly that Abi looked at him like something was wrong. "It's fine. You can take care of Daddy Jimin in case he is sick. He'll need lots of kisses and cuddles. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded her head so quickly, "Of course, Daddy. I'm a great Doctor. And Daddy Yoongi will help me," she turned to look at Yoongi. "Right, Daddy?"

Yoongi smirked as he rocked his hips forward, making Jimin bite his lip to not moan in front of Abi, "Of course, Baby Girl, I will help you make Daddy feel so much better." And he was, he was making Jimin feel great, but that's not what Jimin needed right then, not with their Baby Girl right there, and he was going to fucking murder Yoongi when he got the chance.

The elder kept up his sweet and slow torment while Jimin tried his best to act like his prostate wasn't being abused and get his Baby Girl situated in bed. "But Daddy, I want to cuddle," she whined loudly.

"I know, baby, but I'm naked. You know that Daddy likes to sleep naked, and you are little right now."

She pouted even more, "I can get you pants, please, Daddy."

Yoongi decided to save Jimin, but only because he wanted to keep fucking Jimin. "Baby Girl, with the covers and you cuddling Daddy, if he has pants on, he'll get too overheated, and since he's already not feeling well, it'll be too much. So we will have Daddy, and I stay under the sheet, and then you'll be on top of it but under the duvet. That way, you can still cuddle him but not touch his skin and make him too hot. Can you do that for Daddy?"

"Oh yes, sorry, Daddy, I want you to get better."

Jimin leaned forward a bit so he could scoop her up and kiss her forehead, but that only meant that he was arching his back, and Yoongi was able to torture him even more. But fuck that, this was a battle of wills he wasn't going to lose. "Daddy is going to feel so much better since you are here to care for me."

"And Daddy Yoongi, he makes the best hot chocolate. That always makes me feel better. He should make you some. I bet that'll fix you up, Daddy."

Jimin grinned as he turned to look at Yoongi, "I bet it would. Daddy Yoongi loves me so much and wants me to get better, so he would make us some hot chocolate, wouldn't he?"

"He totally would, Daddy, because he's such a good Daddy."

Yoongi's mouth was wide open, he was balls deep inside Jimin, and that little shit was making him leave to make him hot fucking chocolate? "I'm naked," he deadpanned.

Abi jumped off the bed and grabbed a robe, "here, Daddy, I want the pink marshmallows."

"You heard her, Daddy."

"Brats," Yoongi grumbled as he tried to hide his very obvious erection under the robe.