Title: One Happy Family
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongin/Kyungsoo, Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: M
Genre: Smut
Summary: Baekhyun has a happy family; a caring Dad and two loving brothers. What else could he ask for?

Warnings: INCEST, Underage Sex, Rape, Cursing, Threesome, Dirty Talk, Crossdressing, Daddy Kink

Notes: Yes. That's right. Smut is gold. This fic has INCEST SMUT so STRICTLY DO NOT READ if you're not a fan of incest and smut in general. Here you go, perverts slash readers who want some submissive Baekhyun!

*

"Baekhyun, I'm heading out to work!" Yoora hollered from the living room as she put on her high heels, grabbing her shoulder bag in haste. "If you're hungry, just wait for Daddy! He's coming home soon."

"Okay," Baekhyun said. He received a kiss on the forehead followed by a ruffle on his hair from his caring Aunt Yoora.

He released a heavy sigh.

Aunt Yoora was leaving again. He'd be alone gain.

"Where did I put my keys..."

Following Yoora's movements, Baekhyun frowned when he got a glimpse of the clock striking six o'clock. He hated six. It made him feel downcast because six meant playtime. Baekhyun really hated it. He was too young to play their game. He was just twelve.

"But Auntie, please come home quick." There was a slight tremble in his voice as he looked at his aunt's doe eyes. "I hate being alone with them..."

Yoora quirked an eyebrow. "With whom?"

"With Daddy and hyungdeul," Baekhyun averted his eyes, worrying his bottom lip. "They're making me eat cocumbers."

"Silly. You know Dad's just playing with you. Has he ever put cocumber in your mouth?"

Baekhyun froze.

"N-not really..."

"See?" Yoora chuckled. Hurrying, she went towards the door before she said,"I'll go get your favorite cereal. Bye!"

"Bye..."

And his aunt left him in a blink of an eye.

Baekhyun detested this. He hated the sound of the clock's hands and he hated the faint noise of the TV. He hated all things right now. But what he hated more was the silence it brought to his frightened heart.

He was scared. Dad would come home.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Baekhyun looked down at his opened book and tried his best to resume studying. He opened his lips and pronounced the list of fruits printed on his book.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

He heard a familiar sound outside, accompanied with the flicking of the clock's hands ticking every second.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

He heard the dying engine  of the car outside.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

He heard heavy approaching footsteps.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

He heard the keys of someone opening the doorknob--

Click.

Baekhyun took a deep breath.

"I'm home."

Daddy is here.

"Baekhyun, I said I'm home."

From his seat on the dining table, the pale boy lifted his head up to land a fake smile on his mouth. "Hey, Daddy."

"Hey, buddy. What's up?" Chanyeol said, toeing off his leather shoes as he took off his work shirt, leaving him topless. Baekhyun quickly tore his gaze away from that mascular frame.

It made him sick.

"Studying again?"

"We-we have a quiz tomorrow in Health," Baekhyun mumbled. He  clenched his fist under the table as his Dad hovered over his back that caused chills to run through his spine. He could feel warmth radiating from his Dad's skin with every breath of air his father took behind him.

"You're reading about fruits and vegetables, huh?"

"Yeah."

Mr. Park  chuckled deeply. He patted his twelve-year old son's head, making Baekhyun sink on his seat. "So where's your Aunt?"

"She went to work."

"Did she leave a note or something?"

"She didn't."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah."

Chanyeol smirked, letting out a dry laugh. Baekhyun finally relaxed when the man left his personal space. He guessed that his Dad was rummaging into kitchen, searching for something to probably eat.

"Hmm. What to eat?"

The grandfather clock struck into six.

"Oh, it's time."

Baekhyun's eyes turned blank, his hands were shaking.

"Hm, why don't you go to your room and change first?" Chanyeol said, dominance lacing his cold voice. "I bought new clothes for you. Try them on."

As if on automatic, Baekhyun stood up like a mechanical doll. He went straight to the hallway going to his room. Opening the door and heading to his bed, he saw two figures sitting on the couch. They had their legs crossed, smirk playing on their tight lips.

Baekhyun tensed, and his heart hammered inside his chest at the sight of his two sixteen-year old brothers. They were twins, and he was the youngest of them, three siblings.

"Looks like Dad is finally home, isn't it, Baekhyun?" his older brother Kai said, standing up as he padded in front of his little brother. "You know what that means?"

"Oh, oh, oh, let me guess," Kai's fraternal twin brother Kyungsoo continued, his voice teasing, "playtime?"

"Correct, playtime." Kai touched Kyungsoo's face fondly. "You deserve a reward."

Kyungsoo's face brightened. "Reward? What reward?"

"Come here."

Kai leaned in closer to Kyungsoo's face as he held his chin up, before licking his way into Kyungsoo's mouth for a sinful hot kiss. Their tongues met in fervor, sucking each other's breaths and moans like hungry animals.

Baekhyun stood there watching, as the two boys made out in front of him like he didn't exist at all. After a second, Kai pulled away from Kyungsoo's lips, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. He turned to Baekhyun as Kyungsoo grinned at him, wiping his swollen mouth with the back of his hand.

Baekhyun wanted to throw up.

"Do you wanna play with us now, Baekhyun?" Kai asked.

"Uhm, Kai-hyung, Kyungsoo-hyung," Baekhyun mumbled in his meek voice. "I can't play right now. Could you please go out of my room for a while..."

"Why?" Kyungsoo asked. "Dad sent us here to play with you. We can't just leave."

"Yeah. We must take care of you ever since Mom died," Kai muttered, shrugging. "You already know that, right?"

"Yeah, but... But Daddy told me to change my clothes," answered Baekhyun. "Where are my new clothes?"

"Oh, right! The clothes," Kai chuckled darkly. Kyungsoo quickly went to get something under the bed, bringing out a red paper bag.

"We'll help you wear your clothes, don't worry."

"Come here, baby. Be a good little boy," Kyungsoo called, gesturing his fingers at Baekhyun as soon as he had laid out the graments on the bed. "Kyungsoo-hyung will dress you up like a princess."

"I-I can dress by myself..."

"Go on, don't be shy," Kai said, holding Baekhyun's tiny frame to shove him into his twin brother. "Take off your clothes."

Baekhyun shook his head. "No... I can't.. "

"Strip. Now."

He didn't move. "I don't want to."

"I SAID STRIP."

"But I--"

"We'll tell Dad you're disobeying us."

Body shaking and having no choice, the youngest trailed his fingers on the waistband of his shorts to tug it down. His terrified eyes never left the feminine clothes on the bed -- a small laced panty and a navy blue skimpy skirt. Match that with a pink bowtie and a pair of white high socks.

"B-but those are for girls... I-I can't wear them..."

"Oh, Kai, are these for girls?" Kyungsoo asked, faking innocence. "Dad must've mistaken our Baekhyunee as a girl!"

"Yeah, maybe you're right!"

"I am not a girl! I'm a boy!" Baekhyun cried. "I can't wear that skirt!"

"Really, you're a boy?" Kai asked, raising a cocky eyebrow. "If you're really a boy then show us."

With a determined face, Baekhyun quickly stripped all of his clothing, leaving him nothing but his bare milky skin. He kicked his briefs together with the pile of clothes on the floor.

"There! I am a boy," he said, hands over his hips.

The twin's eyes darkened, seeing their brother's naked glory in front of them. Baekhyun's small genitalia lied in between his young soft legs that were as white as the walls along the room. Flat bosoms and pink tiny nipples were exposed across his chest. His ass cheeks were firm, obviously virgin and untouched from any perverted hand. His girl-like body screamed innocent and fresh, just waiting to be devoured by lustful beings.

"Seems like our baby isn't a baby anymore, hm?" Kyungsoo commented playfully as he eyed the nude boy's flaccid cock. Baekhyun flushed a deep shade of red, realizing his brother was looking at his nudity. He quickly covered his crotch with his tiny hands.

"D-don't look at my penis!"

"Hm. Very well then," Kai muttered. He grabbed little Baekhyun by his fragile arm to push him down the bed, pinning him against the mattress. "You better stay still while we play, Baekhyun."

"H-hyung, what are you doing," Baekhyun asked, wriggling underneath Kai with nothing but his bare self. He kneed him with all his might but to no avail.

"Baby. You're really pretty, aren't you," Kai said while he smiled down at Baekhyun.

"Indeed," Kyungsoo followed, ruffling Baekhyun's hair fondly. "Very cute."

"Let me go!" shouted Baekhyun angrily.  "LET ME GO!"

"No," Kai said. "I won't let you go. Stop fighting back."

"We're gonna have fun first," Kyungsoo muttered. "Hmm. Let's play, Touch me. Name Me."

Baekhyun shook his head frantically. "But I don't wanna play that game anymore!"

"Why though? It's your favorite game!"

"It makes me pee," Baekhyun muttered, a pink blush coloring his already rosy cheeks as he looked away. "I hate that game."

"Oh, really." Kai let out a sly laugh. "So why don't you try not to pee, then? If you don't pee, you win and we're gonna leave. But if you pee, we win, you're gonna dress up, and we're gonna play another game. So what do you think?"

Baekhyun furrowed his eyebrows as he thought for a while. His brothers were bullying him again. He should win this game so that they could leave him alone, so that he could go back to studying his lessons again.

"Deal," Baekhyun mumbled bravely. "Let's play."

The twins smirked devilishly.

"Kyungsoo, hold him on his feet."

"Sure thing, babe."

"All right, baby brother, close your eyes. You're just gonna tell hyung what part it is that we're touching, all right?" said Kai.

"Okay," Baekhyun answered.

Kyungsoo touched Baekhyun's soft inner thigh, caressing it up and down in slow lewd strokes. His hand sometimes travelled at the back of Baekhyun's knees, then back again to his shapey legs.

"What's this?" Kyungsoo asked.

Baekhyun whimpered.

"Th-thigh..."

"Good," Kai said. "Now, next."

Holding Baekhyun's both knees, Kyungsoo pushed them apart so that he could go in between them to reach Baekhyun's flat stomach. He dragged his large hand on top of it, gently palming his plump belly that had Baekhyun giggling a bit.

"T-tummy..."

"Very good, Baekhyun," Kai praised as he patted Baekhyun's cheek adoringly.

"Tickles?" Kyungsoo inquired.

Baekhyun nodded, closed eyes. "Y-yes..."

"Lower? You wanna go lower?"

Baekhyun nodded again.

"You want Kyungsoo-hyung to touch you lower, Baekhyun?" Kai asked.

"Mm-hm..."

"What? I can't hear you?" teased Kyungsoo.

"Yes! I-I want it lower..."

Still smirking, Kyungsoo reached down lower, his fingers dipping in between the cleft of his little brother's petite ass. He squeezed the chubby cheek, pinched it and even slapped it, making Baekhyun purr like a female cat.

"Mngh... H-hyung, stop it... Please..."

"No, Baekhyun. It isn't done yet."

"But..."

"Guess it first."

Baekhyun attempted to close his legs when Kyungsoo squeezed his ass for the fifth time. He felt a strange sensation building up, making him somewhat uncomfortable on the inside.

"What's this, Baekhyun? What's this I'm touching right now?"

"Butt... Th-that's my butt..."

"Excellent," Kai said. "You wanna go deeper, baby? Deeper?"

"No," Baekhyun said, his face reddening now. "P-please stop now..."

"Why? Feels like peeing?"

"No!" Baekhyun shouted, remembering their deal earlier. "I-I won't lose!"

"Kyungsoo, stretch his legs wider. Let's see how far he can go."

Kai went lower so that he was in level as Kyungsoo. Baekhyun had his eyes closed as he laid on the king-sized bed exposed, forgetting that Kai had already freed his hands.

The twins exchanged perverted stares before licking their lips obscenely. Kai got a small bottle under the pillow, opening the lid with utmost care. He poured a generous amount of the cold substance into Kyungsoo's slender fingers, coating them up into pure slickness.

"Ahh!" Baekhyun groaned all of a sudden, feeling two careful hands opening his pert ass cheeks apart. There was a wet finger teasing and roaming around the muscle of his pink opening, causing his body to shudder.

"K-kyungsoo-hyung, d-don't! Ahh... Ahh... Don't!"

"What is it baby," Kyungsoo muttered, his index and middle finger rubbing against Baekhyun's tight anal hole. "You want hyung's delicious fingers inside you, huh? Buried deep inside you?"

"No!" Baekhyun yelled, and with no heed, Kyungsoo teased his ring some more. He was circling the puckered hole, rubbing it tenderly as if he were about to insert his fingers inside.

"No... Please... Don't put them in..."

"Tell me first what I'm touching now," Kyungsoo said as he gently poked Baekhyun's sphincter. "Feel that? What is that?"

"M-my... My anus..."

"What? Your what?" Kyungsoo feigned hearing as he smirked. "Louder, Baekhyun!"

"My anus!" Baekhyun cried, his whole face burning hot. "Y-you're touching my anus!"

"Your anus, hm? Smart kid. Very good."

"Stop, hyung... Please don't do that anymore..."

"Oh, is that what you really want, Baekhyun? For Kyungsoo-hyung to stop making you feel good?" Kai teased.

"Y-yes..."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that though," the oldest said, "after I do this?"

Kai wrapped his tanned hand around his little brother's small cock, enclosing it inside his calloused fist. He stroked it, and even tugged his hand in an up and down manner languidly, eliciting a shy moan from the boy. He didn't forget to thumb the wet slit, grazing it with his blunt nail.

"Mngh... Kai-hyung, don't do... that... Please..."

"Don't do what, Baekhyun?"

Baekhyun tried to hide his red-as-a-tomato face against the pillow as he arched his back.

"Stop... stroking..." He breathed.  "My cock."

"Your what?"

"M-my cock!"

"Your cock? What is it that you don't want me to do?"

"S-stop... Stroking... My cock," Baekhyun gasped, his hips bucking up as Kai continued playing with the moist slit of his now erect cock. Kai quickened his hand that had the young manhood continue growing hard inside his clutch.

"Look at your small cock, Baekhyun, it is now hard as a rock! Looks like you really wanted this so much, huh? You horny little bitch," Kyungsoo said.

"Maybe he wants it faster," Kai said. "Right, baby Baek?"

"No, hyung! I don't... Want this..." Baekhyun muttered, panting heavily. "Stop... It..."

"You sure you don't like this? You want us to stop already?"

"Y-yes..."

"But it feels good, right?"

Baekhyun shook his head. "I-I don't know..."

"Fucking liar," Kyungsoo hissed.

The pleasure Baekhyun was experiencing right now was unexplainable for him. There was a persistent finger circling around his puckered hole in time with the rapid stroking of his rigid cock, that he didn't know where to move his body anymore. All he did was yell silently, tears pooling on the corners of his eyes as he clawed on the white sheets.

"Ah-ah-ah... Kai-hyung.... Kyungsoo-hyung," Baekhyun cried as he bucked his hips forward like an obscene pornstar. "Please..."

"Please what?" Kyungsoo asked, smirking.

"Please... Stop..."

"You wanna pee, Baekhyun? Huh?" Kai asked, jerking his little brother's cock off. "I know you want to!"

"N-no!"

"Do you feel it coming right now?" Kyungsoo said, dipping his index and middle finger inside the shallow entrance, finally thrusting them in and out fast. "Do you wanna pee right now?"

Baekhyun shut his eyes close, shaking his head as he caught his ragged breath. The fingers inside him were pistoning against his sensitive prostate, that he couldn't feel anything anymore aside from sheer pleasure he had no idea about.

"Pee, Baekhyun. Pee!"

"N-no!"

"Feeling really turned on right now, huh? Look at you!" Kai said, not bothering to slow his hand down. "You look like a complete young slut, Baekhyun. Very eager to be fucked by his brothers! Such an eager little whore!"

"No... Ah-ah-ah! Stop it!!!" cried Baekhyun, sobbing for all he was worth.

"Fuck, just get on with it!" Kyungsoo snapped.

With the last flick of Kai's amazing hand together with the final thrust of Kyungsoo's fingers, Baekhyun wantonly screamed as he peed streaks and streaks of sticky white liquid out of his swollen cock.

In short, he came.

Panting for his breath, Baekhyun opened his eyes in shock, seeing his brothers grinning maniacally at him. There were specks of come dirtying their faces.

"I-I peed..." Baekhyun mumbled shyly. "I-I'm sorry..."

"We won," the twins said in unison. Kai held Baekhyun down again while Kyungsoo went back to locking his tiny feet.

"You lost, Baekhyun. Let's play the game!" Kyungsoo said.

Trying to fight back against his Kai-hyung's strong restraints, Baekhyun kicked his feet within Kyungsoo's clutches but to no avail. His brothers are holding him down like a slave without any freedom.

"Kai-hyung! Kyungsoo-hyung!" Baekhyun cried, eyes watering in fright when he felt two sturdy hands spreading his legs apart. "Stop!!! PLEASE!!!"

"Just stay still, bitch," Kyungsoo cursed as he slipped the blue skirt upwards Baekhyun's feet. He slid it to his knees up to his smooth thighs as his little brother kept on struggling like a salted worm. Pulling the garter up, he settled the skirt in the right place to cover up Baekhyun's crotch.

"Kai, pass me the socks."

"NO! I DON'T WANNA WEAR THEM!"

"You'll wear them whenever you like it or not. You lost our game," Kyungsoo said, now slipping the high socks into Baekhyun's feet and legs. He had Baekhyun's parted knees on either sides of his waist as he knelt down on the bed.

"The blue skirt suits you, baby," Kai cooed, caging Baekhyun inside his arms as Kyungsoo worked with his feet below. He smiled down at Baekhyun, lowering his face so that he was just inches away from his little brother's pink lips.

"We've always wanted a little sister back then, don't you know that? But now... you're already here... You didn't know how happy we are right now."

Baekhyun shivered as Kai nuzzled his face into his neck, nosing every expanse of skin he could reach. He huffed air across it, making the boy audibly gasp. He placed a gentle kiss on his neck before he pulled away.

"Kai-hyung... No... Please.... Take these off..."

"Shhh... Let hyung make you really pretty."

"Get up, baby," Kyungsoo instructed. He clapped his hands. "Let me see you."

Shaking, Baekhyun got up, and hugged his knees against his chest as the twins devoured him with heated gazes. His upper body was bare except for his lower half which was dressed in a skirt and socks. He basically looked like a real girl if not  for his short bob haircut.

"Oops, the bowtie," Kai said, holding his palm out. Kyungsoo passed him the pink ribbon so that he could tie it around Baekhyun's neck prettily. Once done, he gave Baekhyun a once-over that had the youngest blushing hard, covering his little self with his hands like it could save him from his current situation.

"Lie down, we're not done with you yet," Kai ordered.

Baekhyun had this teary eyed look as he asked, "W-what are you gonna do with me?"

Kyungsoo smirked. "We're gonna fuck you."

Baekhyun's eyes widened in utter fear as he was being flipped over on the bed with two powerful hands. He felt a strong grip on his thin waist while he knelt down the mattress, weeping helplessly. Kyungsoo's hand crawled underneath his skirt, kneading the bare soft flesh that were Baekhyun's asscheeks.

"H-hyung," cried Baekhyun, "W-what are you-- mngph!"

"Shut up," muttered Kai as he stuffed Baekhyun's tiny mouth with the crumpled laced panty. The boy almost choked as he felt the cloth clog his constricted throat like a gag.

"Mngh! Mngh!" Baekhyun sobbed in a muffled voice, but the twins only laughed at him as they massaged his exposed ass with their sinful hands. Baekhyun's tears rolled on his cheeks down to the pillow, feeling something hard poking his hole which he was sure was not his hyungdeul's hands anymore.

"Ready, Baekhyun?"

Kai and Kyungsoo gently inched their erect cocks inside the tight virgin entrance, careful not to come right then and there. Hearing Baekhyun's pitiful cries didn't stop them from ramming their hips in unison, moaning as the bed creeks together with their languid movements.

"Mngh... Mngh... So... Fucking... Tight..."

Baekhyun screamed as if his ass were about to rip apart because of the two thick cocks abusing him. His knees felt week as he clawed onto the sheets, crying not only in pain but in delicious pleasure he didn't expect his brothers' cocks would bring him. He didn't know whose cock was nudging that bundle of nerves inside of him, but he couldn't care less, all he wanted was to be fucked over and over again.

"H-hyung!"

"Yeah? What is it?" the twins asked.

So it felt like this.

It felt good.

Really really good.

"M-more!" Baekhyun sobbed, shocked of his own words. The crumpled underwear was hanging loose out of his mouth. "I-I want more! Please! Hyung! Fuck me more!"

The twins smirked, and willingly obliged. Making out furiously, they rocked their hips with maximum force, cocks sloshing in and out of Baekhyun's ass with a squelching sound. Kyungsoo's hand crept into Baekhyun's ignored cock, and pumped it as they fuck him into oblivion. The youngest arched his sweaty back, his swollen asshole sucking the two cocks hungrily.

"F-feels.... Good..." Baekhyun cried, canting his pelvis in each and every thrust. "I-I'm gonna--"

"Come? You're gonna come?" Kai asked.

"Y-yes!"

Baekhyun came hard and thick into Kyungsoo's hand as he felt the two cocks explode messily inside his walls. His little manhood spurt endless white liquid, dirtying the once neat sheets with his release. His limbs collapsed in no time as Kai and Kyungsoo pulled out of him, leaving trickles of sticky come down his trembling thighs.

Kyungsoo plopped down at his right, catching for his breath while Kai was on his left. Baekhyun weakly raised his head to get a glimpse of his brothers, only to be greeted by a warm smile. He tore his gaze away, curling his come-filled body into a ball.

"We love you," Kai and Kyungsoo muttered against his ears with a hearty laugh. Baekhyun covered his face with the discarded underwear to hide his flushed cheeks as he replied back:

"I-I love you, too..."

*

"Daddy..."

Baekhyun couldn't sleep.

"Daddy, are you still up?"

He noted for any signs of movements, eyes adjusting inside the dark room. Stepping closer to the bed, he waited patiently, not bothering to look away from the lump covered blanket. He sighed and finally sat beside the warm body, hugging his pillow across his chest in resignation.

It was his brothers' fault. If only he  had listened to Aunt Yoora and didn't watch that horror movie with Kyungsoo and Kai, he would have been sleeping by now.

"Daddy, I know you're tired... But can I sleep with you?" Baekhyun whispers within the thick silence. "I'm scared."

There's a subtle rustle on the bed, making Baekhyun flinch. He saw his father blinking sleepily at him, like he has just seen a little night creature in his room. He moved up a bit, blindly searching for the lampshade beside him. He flicked it on.

"Baekhyun, what are you doing here?"

The twelve-year old smiled, and he knelt on the bed, crawling beside his father with the pillow squeezed in his arms.

"Can I sleep with you?"

Chanyeol raised a confused eyebrow. As far as he could remember, Baekhyun never slept with him since he was five.

"What?"

"I'm scared, the spirit eaters might come into my room and eat me."

A soft chuckle bubbles out of Chanyeol's lips. "Spirit eaters?"

"The one on the movie," Baekhyun answered. He scooted closer to his father until he could feel his addicting warmth against his skin. "I need a protector."

"Now you're being a baby," Chanyeol said, shifting on the bed to welcome his son's presence. He flicked off the switch and lied down again. "You sure you wanted to sleep here, hm?"

Baekhyun nodded.

"All right. Let's sleep."

Except they didn't sleep at all.

Baekhyun knew that the hard thing that kept on poking his back wasn't just any hard thing. It was his father's monstrous cock constricted inside his boxer shorts begging to be touched. Turning his head around, he saw Chanyeol with his eyes shut, lips curved down into a frown.

"Daddy..."

Chanyeol opened his eyes.

"Yeah?"

Baekhyun stared at those deep brown irises, as if he were drowning into them. He placed his tiny hand on his father's face, and opened his mouth to speak:

"Daddy, why are you hard?" he asked.

"Because you're here, that is why," Chanyeol muttered. "And I like to do things with you. Great things."

"Wha-why... Why do you want to do great things with me?"

"You wanna know why?"

Baekhyun averted his eyes, and nodded in reply. "Yes."

"Because I love you, son."

"I don't understand..."

"You will understand," Chanyeol said. "Come here and let me kiss you."

"Why--"

"Just do it."

Baekhyun inched closer until he was a hairsbreadth away from his father's face. There was a slight hesitation when he closed his eyes, so Chanyeol finally kissed him on the lips-- passionately, until there was tongue involved. The boy didn't know what to actually do, so he just allowed the older to kiss him, suck him, neck him, and consume him as if he were a drug, a sweet intoxicating drug.

Chanyeol pulled away and trailed his mouth down his son's smooth neck, a sign for Baekhyun to stretch his head slightly to the left for better access. He had his hand threaded through his father's black hair, pulling weakly and finding purchase with every lick and bite that Chanyeol made on his neck. Baekhyun whimpered softly, moaning unconciously when Chanyeol kissed him again on the lips with too much saliva and teeth.

"D-daddy--"

Chanyeol paid Baekhyun no mind, as he slowly travelled his hand inside his son's pajamas to get a grasp of his soft cock.

"You didn't put on any underwear, did you," Chanyeol commented, playing with his son's balls, "like you're really ready for this?"

"I-I'm out of clean under-ah-wear," Baekhyun reasons out lamely, grinding his hardening dick against that warm huge palm, up and down, up and down. He rolled his hips obscenely.

"D-daddy... Stop... it... Don't! Do this! Ahh..."

"Really? You want me to stop?"

"Y-yes. Please..."

Chanyeol clicked his tongue sarcastically.

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol said, his voice stoic. He enclosed his son's erection inside his fist, pumping slowly. He also darted his tongue out, licking the pinkish earlobe, making the boy shiver.

"Don't you dare talk bullshit at your father."

Baekhyun froze.

"Fuck you, son."

Chanyeol, in one swift move, hoisted Baekhyun up on top of him so that the boy was settled just above his reclined body. A shocked gasp left Baekhyun's mouth before his face was harshly crashed against his father's greedy lips once again. The poor boy tried to pull away but to no avail-- he was effortlessly kissed and devoured. Chanyeol was swallowing all of the noises he made, not missing anything like a hungry beast.

Baekhyun could only just scream internally, being molested by none other than his own father.

His biological father.

"Mngh--"

He couldn't fight back.

Closed eyes, a slick tongue entered his tight mouth, licking his inner cheeks and penetrating his throat. He wanted to cry and beg for help yet he couldn't, let alone breathe for a while, just a little bit. An iron grip squeezed his jaw, forcing his mouth to open more. He chocked on the process as he felt teeth biting on his bottom lip, tugging and even nibbling, so hard it could draw blood.

"Perfect," Chanyeol whispered into Baekhyun's lips before he leaned away, praising his own work of art-- his beautiful wrecked son in front of him, only because of him. Baekhyun had a wild tussled hair, red swollen lips, scared teary eyes that stared back at him with fear and want combined.

"D-daddy..."

"You're so beautiful, baby... Very pretty." Chanyeol touched his son's rosy cheeks fondly. "You look so much like your mother. Especially your eyes."

That made Baekhyun's heart suddenly pound.

"Do-do I really look like her?"

"Of course, very much."

Chanyeol smiled, amused, at his son's cute reaction. Shaking his head, he lifted Baekhyun up by holding him on his armpit, and carefully adjusted him on top of his body so that his ass was directly aligned just on top of the bulge on his boxer shorts.

On top of his big, hard and long erect cock.

"You feel that?"

"Yeah. I-I can feel it twitching," said Baekhyun. "Why though?"

"I think he likes you already."

"Y-your cock likes me, Daddy?"

"Yeah," Chanyeol replied. "So you need to make it harder. Go on, don't be shy."

Baekhyun ground his ass experimentally, letting that big hump tickle his butt. Rolling his hips, he also moved up and down, as if he were humping a big pillow.

"Fuck--" Chanyeol hissed. "That's so hot, Baekhyun. Keep-ah-going... Yeah..."

"Like this?" Baekhyun did that gesture again, now in a faster manner. He was practically bouncing on top of his father's crotch, enjoying his position like a fucking cowboy. "Am I doing a good job?"

"Yes, baby, that's righ--ah... Fuck, harder..."

Baekhyun kept on dry humping Chanyeol, until he got tired from his antics. He lied down next to his father, looking up to the ceiling with a wide grin across his innocent face. He giggled.

"That was fun," he said, chuckling. "Right, Daddy?"

"Yeah. But you know what's more fun?"

"Oh, what is it?"

Chanyeol got up, and caged his son on the bed, hovering on top of him. The boy looked up at him with wide curious eyes, eager to listen.

"It's more fun when you take off your clothes so that Daddy could make you feel good.... Like what your brothers did to you," Chanyeol muttered. "Trust me, baby. I could make you feel good, much better than your fucking brothers."

Baekhyun didn't move, afraid of what would happen next. He suddenly remembered that particular moment when Kai and Kyungsoo had fucked him, and it made him want to despise things again.

He wanted to go back to Aunt Yoora.

But he couldn't do anything to oppose.

Especially if he was now beneath his father, and he was so fucking hard and aching he didn't know how come it happened that fast.

"I'm gonna take this off okay?" Chanyeol asked kindly as he removed his son's clothing-- leaving him nothing but his bare skin. "This is really bothering me, son. Your clothes."

"Daddy... What are you gonna do..  With me?"

"I'm gonna fuck you like what bitches like you have always wanted."

Baekhyun squeezed his eyes shut, and never said anything anymore.

Chanyeol latched his lips onto Baekhyun's pinkish nipple, sucking it and licking it in a circular motion. He had his teeth biting on it gently, making Baekhyun gasp and shiver. Not contented, he also nibbled the other one, playing with the hardening nub with his tongue and lips. Baekhyun moaned as Chanyeol licked his chest, his nipples now being flicked and twisted by his father's calloused fingers.

In no time he was being prepped, three thick digits easing in and out of his tight entrance with too much lube. He only whimpered as a response while he held his legs stretched wide, Chanyeol's fingers fucking his ass rapidly. He never thought that his anus would gape that huge, and would be able to take a cock that wasn't supposed to be inserted into that part in the first place.

"D-daddy... Y-you're so big! It will hurt a lot!" cried the boy as he worriedly eyed the gigantic cock inside his father's grasp. Chanyeol was stroking his manhood, preparing to penetrate his son's little asshole.

"Please! Don't do it, don't put it in--AHHH!!!"

Baekhyun was too late.

"I-IT HURTS!!! Ahhhh!!!!"

"It won't hurt if you stop crying like a fucking pig," Chanyeol said, restraining himself to come from the pleasurable tightness and heat of his son's asshole. "Fuck, you're so tight! Exactly what I wanted the most!"

Baekhyun was trembling in pain as his father fucked him senseless, feeling his asshole ripping apart due to the large cock slamming into him. He screamed and screamed until his voice went hoarse from all the shouting he made. Sweat dribbled down his body while Chanyeol suddenly pulled him and harshly shoved him against the wall. His father continued fucking him mercilessly on the bed against the wall, while he sobbed his heart out for mercy.

"D-daddy," Baekhyun panted in between ragged breathing. He eyed his heavy and swollen cock between his legs. He wanted to touch it, stroke it, so that he could finally relieve himself. "Can I... can I touch myself?"

"No," Chanyeol answered. "You must come untouched, Baekhyun."

With the continuous thrusting of Chanyeol's cock in and out of his hole, Baekhyun came hard into the sheets with a screechy cry. His weak knees finally gave in as he got through his strong orgasm. He shivered due to the pleasurable sensation while his father spilled his seeds inside of him, filling him up to the brim. Chanyeol pulled out and watched his rich come trickling down his son's asscheeks and thigh. Beautiful.

Little sobs escaped Baekhyun's lips as he cried softly to himself. Everything hurt a lot, and he felt so dirty, abused and forsaken. He hugged his tiny self at the corner of the bed, weeping and shaking pitifully.

Chanyeol stared at his son for a moment, and a kind smile made its way on his lips. He gently scooped up the boy, carrying him in his arms like a delicate baby.

"Don't cry, Baekhyun. It's all right, hm? I'm here..."

"B-but it hurts so much," Baekhyun whispered. He buried his face against his father's chest as he shuddered. "I-I thought I'm gonna die."

Chanyeol laughed. "Silly, I'm not gonna let you die. Look, you're still alive, aren't you? And guess what," he leaned in close to his son's ear, "you did a very. Very. Good. Job."

Baekhyun peeked in a little bit, quite hesitant. "I did?"

"Of course, baby, you did," his father answered. "And I know you really felt amazing, Baekhyun, I know you loved the feeling of being fucked, right?"

"A-a little," Baekhyun mumbled, giggling, and he was clinging onto Chanyeol's neck like he was afraid to let go, "just a little..."

"All right, if you say so," Chanyeol said with a soft chuckle. "Come on, let's take a bath first. Daddy's gonna wash your back for you."

Baekhyun nodded in response, and shyly hid the growing smile on his lips. He perched his chin on top of Chanyeol's broad shoulder as they walked into the bathroom.

"Daddy?" Baekhyun called as Chanyeol readied the hot water in the bathtub. "Hey, Daddy..."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Uhm, I'm sorry for being a bad son... From now on, I'll listen to everything that you'll say, and l'll also obey my Kai-hyung and Kyungsoo-hyung," Baekhyun firmly said. "I mean it."

"Really? Is that true?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, then. But promise me one thing first," Chanyeol muttered. He gently squeezed his son's smooth cheek. "Do not tell Aunt Yoora about our playtime, all right?"

"Why?"

"Because this is a top secret only for us boys," Chanyeol said in a hushed voice, looking left and right as if he were about to be heard. "You know, Boys Rule?"

"Oh, okay! I promise!" the twelve-year old boy exclaimed. "I love you, Daddy, very very much."

"I love you too, son," Chanyeol answered back. He lovingly ruffled the boy's already wet hair as he said:

"And I'm not gonna trade you for anything in this world..."

A furious blush appeared on Baekhyun's cheeks which was uncalled for, hearing those warm words. Not yet done, Chanyeol suddenly held his chin up using his index finger and thumb. He looked at his son's wide puppy eyes, now staring back at him with adoration and respect.

"Always remember that, Park Baekhyun."

Baekhyun nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

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