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“Come here."
Baekhyun drops his phone, following the voice of the man of the house. He's not very far. He's never very far, not when a naked Baekhyun is concerned.
As soon as he spots Mr. Park at the entrance of the apartment, Baekhyun, in all his naked glory, walks until there's barely any space between them.
He's still a little self-conscious about being naked like this all the time in his father-in-law's house, but Mr. Park has taken both his ass and mouth enough times that it should have been normalised by now. Unfortunately, it isn't yet and Baekhyun feels his cheeks heat every time the older man lays his eyes on Baekhyun's naked form.
"On your knees."
Baekhyun wastes no time, dropping to his knees on the hard wooden floor, placing his hands on his thighs and opening his mouth for what he knows will follow.
Mr. Park feeds him his long, hard cock, inch by torturous inch, until Baekhyun's struggling, his nose touching the older man's trimmed pubes. By now, Baekhyun knows exactly how his father-in-law likes having his cock sucked. He's sucked it enough in the past few weeks to know exactly what to do.
Mr. Park holds the back of Baekhyun's head, keeping him right where he wants him, as Baekhyun struggles with the assault against his throat. God, he's so big. So much bigger than anything Baekhyun has ever sucked.
And to think that Baekhyun used to struggle with taking his husband's cock in his mouth. It almost makes him laugh now.
"Swallow around me." Mr. Park orders, groaning as Baekhyun does as he's told. "Good slut. Do it again."
Baekhyun's throat hurts like crazy but he obeys nonetheless. Mr. Park moans and lets go of his head, allowing him a breath.
Once Baekhyun is not so dizzy anymore, Mr. Park feeds him his cock and begins fucking his mouth, satisfied with a quick, sloppy job. He doesn't mind the saliva dripping all over Baekhyun's chin, all over the floor. He doesn't seem to mind Baekhyun's whining and moaning. He doesn't, despite Baekhyun knowing him to be a very neat, proper man who doesn't quite like noise.
He fucks Baekhyun's mouth earnestly, going all the way down his throat where Baekhyun deepthroats him with practiced ease.
"Fuck, look at you. Of course you folded the moment I laid a hand on you. Little whore." He spits, tightening a hand around Baekhyun's locks. "Does my son know how much of a cheap slut you are?"
Baekhyun shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes as Mr. Park continues fucking his throat like there's no tomorrow. "No? Have you not told him?"
Baekhyun struggles to shake his head with the hand in his hair.
"You're prim and proper around him but you're okay being kept naked in my house? You're okay playing house with me while your husband is gone, sweetheart?"
Baekhyun isn't given a moment to answer as Mr. Park tightens his hand in Baekhyun's hair to the point of pain, locking him in place as he comes deep down his throat.
For a moment, everything is still. All Baekhyun hears is the pounding of his own heart, Mr. Park's ragged breathing and a phone ringing in the distance.
"I expect you on all fours on the floor by this door the moment I'm back from work today. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir." Baekhyun replies, voice wrecked.
"I expect you to be by this door on all fours every single time I come home. Every single day with your naked cunt greeting me. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mr. Park."
"Go answer the phone. It's probably your husband." Is the last thing Mr. Park says before leaving for work.
God. Baekhyun is so screwed.
In hindsight, Baekhyun should have thought a little more before acting on his impulses.
He'd been left on his own for a month after his husband had to take a business trip.
That was not exactly the reason Baekhyun folded, bent over for his father-in-law and allowed him to take his cunt that first evening they spent in Baekhyun's house together.
The thing also didn't have to do with the way Baekhyun's husband treated him, because he did very well. Jiho, his husband, had always been good and kind to him. His work kept him away often, and while Baekhyun had thought he'd gotten used to it, he hadn't. He wasn't okay with his husband being away so often, not anymore.
They'd gotten married a year ago and yet, Jiho was away from home most of the time. Baekhyun did understand. After all, Jiho was the breadwinner and his job allowed Baekhyun to have the liberty not to work, allowed Baekhyun to stay at home.
It would have all been perfect had Jiho been home more, truly. The man was respectful, kind, patient, understanding. He showered Baekhyun in gifts, made sure Baekhyun lived in a spacious, expensive house, and made sure he never needed for anything.
What Jiho failed to consider was that Baekhyun was 25 and had needs. Jiho had bought him sex toys, sex robots, pretty much everything to keep him occupied while he was away, but it didn't compare with what Baekhyun actually wanted.
Silicone didn't compare with a real cock, with hands around his hips, with real cum in his womb. It didn't compare with what a real man would say and do to him once thrown between his legs.
Jiho would've been truly perfect, except that sexually they weren't a match. When one day Baekhyun told him he wanted Jiho to fuck him a little rougher, Jiho had still been too gentle. He then asked for a hand around his throat and to be called a slut.
Jiho had tried it, but it still wasn't satisfying enough. Baekhyun was a depraved whore, needed to be treated like one, and so this would never be enough.
He had tried to talk to Jiho about trying to be home with him more often, but Jiho would tell him that he couldn't control his work and where it sent him even if he did love Baekhyun and wanted to be with him.
There was also the problem of impregnating Baekhyun. Jiho had assured Baekhyun he wanted children, but they hadn't been able to get Baekhyun pregnant, no matter how many times Jiho shot his cum into Baekhyun's womb.
After each failed try, Jiho would tell Baekhyun not to worry, not to cry over it, because they were still young and would surely succeed one day.
But maybe Jiho didn't get it. Baekhyun's dreams had been to be a housewife for his husband, to be treated like a whore in bed, and to have a family of his own. But these were things Jiho could perhaps never provide him with.
The night everything changed was when Mr. Park, aka Park Chanyeol, Baekhyun's father-in-law, came to visit him a few days after his son's departure. Apparently Jiho had called him and asked him to check on Baekhyun since Baekhyun hadn't taken his calls in a while.
Baekhyun was polite that evening, served the older man coffee, tea and sweets and didn't ask why he had come over. He barely dared to look him in the eye.
There was also that... thing, but Baekhyun had never dared to think of it for more than a few seconds, even less to act on it.
(On times he was alone, which were frequent, Baekhyun played with his ass in his marital bed to the thought of his father-in-law- older, stronger, bigger, much more masculine than his own husband. He'd think of Mr. Park treating him like a whore, fucking him so good, so deep he'd be sure to carry his child. He'd dream of Mr. Park's seed breaching the walls of his sensitive womb, of Mr. Park putting a baby in him. He'd dream of being turned into a housewife, at Mr. Park's beck and call- he dreamed of being taken as often as Mr. Park wanted to take him, in his ass and in his mouth- however his father-in-law wanted him. He dreamed of being broken in, knowing Mr. Park's cock would certainly pain him upon penetration. His fantasies were never-ending. If Baekhyun thought about it for more than a few seconds, he feared he might act upon them. And what a shame that would be. What would his father-in-law think of him? How would his own husband react upon knowing Baekhyun discovered too late that he was attracted to the wrong Park man?)
But that night, Mr. Park kept giving him looks, something Baekhyun recognised as unadultered lust. He stared at Baekhyun's legs through his shorts a little too much, at his ass when Baekhyun got up to take the rest of the sweets to the kitchen, even at his blouse that was half unbuttoned, right at his nipples.
Baekhyun may have been lusting after his father-in-law for a very long time, perhaps even since the wedding, but he was not stupid enough to think he should act on it.
What Baekhyun failed to notice was that he had gotten wet, that his cunt had started producing slick, and that it had shown against his shorts when he got up, leaving a trace on the couch.
(It was all Mr. Park needed to know that the attraction was mutual.)
So when he turned around and saw Mr. Park close to him in the kitchen, he didn't know what to do. He asked if the older needed something, and was answered with lips crashing onto his own as he was pulled against his father-in-law's chest.
Hands grabbed at his asscheeks, making Baekhyun shriek when they came back soaking wet from his slick.
Soon enough, Baekhyun was bent over the kitchen table, his shorts pushed down to his knees, his panties pulled to the side, as Mr. Park breached his hairless rim and began pounding him as if he had married Baekhyun.
That night, Baekhyun was taken with the force of a brute, load after load being pumped into his womb, and he'd been so delirious, had come untouched so many times, had begged for more until he lost his voice that he hadn't once thought about the fact that this wasn't his husband.
No.
Mr. Park took him like Baekhyun belonged to him, like the womb he was filling, the cunt he was stretching, the body he was manhandling all belonged to him. He acted as if he were Baekhyun's husband, as if Baekhyun legally belonged to him, and nothing had ever made Baekhyun come harder than this.
After the sex fever passed, Baekhyun didn't know how to act. He'd been bent over the table for so long that he could barely feel his back- his panties and shorts were ruined from the amount of slick and cum rolling down his thighs and only then did he register that he'd been taken raw and that another man had pumped seed into his womb.
Instead of making him feel disgusting, it made him feel... right in his place. Like this should have been his life. Like he had married the wrong man.
Mr. Park was a complete gentleman once they were done. He helped Baekhyun up, cleaned him, and carried him to bed where he tucked him in and hovered by the side of the bed.
"Are you leaving?" Baekhyun managed to say.
"Do you want me to?" Had been Mr. Park's quiet answer in the darkness of the room.
"No. I want... you to stay."
So Mr. Park spent the night over, sleeping in Baekhyun's marital bed with him, keeping an odd distance between their bodies as if merely minutes ago he wasn't pumping his seed into Baekhyun, calling him a whore.
The next morning, Baekhyun couldn't take the suffocating atmosphere anymore as Mr. Park didn't say anything about the last night, acting prim and proper again. When Baekhyun asked if he regretted what happened between them, Mr. Park's answer was no.
Baekhyun didn't believe him, started crying and asking him to leave but in answer, Mr. Park pushed Baekhyun on his hands and knees right there in the living room and pumped another load of seed into his womb.
It seemed like Mr. Park wasn't a man of many words, saying what he had to say with actions rather than words. Baekhyun learned it that day as Mr. Park continued to use his body to his liking, making Baekhyun suck his dick for the very first time as they showered together.
Mr. Park didn't give him a moment of rest that day, filling him again and again and again, only taking breaks to eat, shower and sleep.
In the evening, Baekhyun was so sore he could barely feel his back and ass, and yet, he lusted for his father-in-law, and spread his legs for him the moment the older man came into the room naked, his hard cock hanging between his legs, demanding Baekhyun to spread his legs.
Baekhyun took him while on his back, and this time, Mr. Park was more gentle than he had been all day. As cum tricked down Baekhyun's thighs, Mr. Park said that he'd noticed how red and puffy Baekhyun's rim was, and even apologised for it. Baekhyun, so not used to his attention, impressed by how thoughtful he was, sucked his cock in answer, letting Mr. Park choke him and paint his throat white with his hot seed.
This marathon sex went on for the next two days. Every time Baekhyun hoped they'd talk, Mr. Park would fill him up with his thick, fat cock and Baekhyun would forget what he even wanted to talk about. It made him so fucking delirious that Baekhyun hadn't even thought about his own husband once.
After 2 days, however, Baekhyun needed answers. He knew they had to talk, as much as all he wanted was to keep being used as a cumsleeve. He didn't know if Mr. Park even wanted to talk, if it would ruin things between them.
On the third day, after a particularly harsh pounding that left Baekhyun crying and drooling against the floor, Baekhyun asked his father-in-law, because he was too much of a coward, if they could move back to his own place since his husband could come back earlier and catch them in the house.
Baekhyun should have asked him what they were doing, why he was doing this with him, what it meant to him, would he be responsible for all the seed he pumped into Baekhyun's womb were Baekhyun to get pregnant from him. He wanted to ask Mr. Park if he'd agree to keep fucking him even after his own husband came back.
He wanted to ask when exactly did Mr. Park start being attracted to him, if he minded their 20 year age gap, if he'd choose Baekhyun over his own son.
But Baekhyun had lusted after him for way too long to back off now, so he'd follow Mr. Park, he'd see what the older man said and did and he'd take whatever he could.
The moment Baekhyun stepped into his father-in-law's house, he was asked to sit down for a talk. Mr. Park instructed him to always be naked in the house, to always be ready for a pounding and to know his place as the slutty, little housewife he was.
Baekhyun didn't know how Mr. Park knew of his fantasies, but he'd begun to leak slick against the chair, face entirely red, and so Mr. Park bent him over the kitchen table yet once again, ate him out until Baekhyun begged for no more, and plunged his cock deep inside Baekhyun, giving him a 'Welcome home' load.
"What if- what if I get pregnant?" Baekhyun asked, panting, after the load had been sealed inside his warm womb.
"I will take responsibility, naturally." Mr. Park said immediately, confident and assured in his answer. "What kind of man would be taking you raw the way I did this past week not knowing this could be a possibility?"
"Mr. Park..."
"Don't worry." Mr. Park reassured, dropping a kiss against Baekhyun's damp back. "If you end up carrying my child, I will be responsible for the both of you."
This, Baekhyun found, was enough for now. He wouldn't push and ask for more. He'd follow Mr. Park and hope that perhaps Mr. Park would choose him over his own son as well.
The week went like that. Baekhyun would take pleasure in looking after his father-in-law's place, cooking and cleaning, and he'd be rewarded with a thick cock and warm cum the moment the older would come back from work. They didn't talk about Jiho because why the hell would they? Baekhyun was living his wildest fantasies, and he was loving every moment of it.
The more they spent time together, the more Mr. Park's stoic and cold aura melted, making him talk more and more.
One evening, as they were both drinking, Mr. Park popped the question.
"Why'd you let me take you?"
Baekhyun didn't have it in him to look at his face as he answered. "Because I've been wanting you for a long time."
The discussion didn't get to progress much more as Mr. Park pounced on him, kissing the breath out of his lips, and, for the very first time, penetrating him gently, without hurry, making warm love to him as Baekhyun moaned in his mouth.
The next evening, Mr. Park asked about Baekhyun's marriage, funnily enough, as his own cum was dribbling down Baekhyun's fucked, gaping hole.
Baekhyun told him about everything, without hiding a single thing. He told him about being left alone, about how sexually they weren't compatible, about how he couldn't get pregnant. At the mention of pregnancy, Mr. Park took him another time, only this time, plugging Baekhyun's rim with a buttplug, a knowing look in his eyes as they shared a look.
Baekhyun reached down to where his father-in-law was pressing the plug deeper, placing a hand against his, and pushing the toy home, to fit snugly against his rim, making it impossible for the cum that was shot in him to escape from his hole.
(They both knew what they were doing. They'd known since that first night in Baekhyun and Jiho's house, where Chanyeol hadn't asked for a condom, and Baekhyun had let the older man take him raw.)
Baekhyun continued playing house with him for the next week, rarely answering texts from his husband, only doing so when Mr. Park reminded him not to let Jiho think anything suspicious was happening. Baekhyun was filled with cum daily, in his cunt more than in his mouth, and plugged after each time. Baekhyun never opposed it, spreading his legs wide and letting his father-in-law seal his cum in Baekhyun's body.
Sometimes, if he was still awake while his womb sucked the cum in, he'd call for his father-in-law, telling him he could feel his seed in his womb. Mr. Park would get so turned on he'd push Baekhyun to his knees and make him take his cock, telling him to suck him nice and good because he couldn't touch his cunt until his cum has been properly sealed into Baekhyun's baby-making factory.
Mr. Park had to leave every now and then for work, but he'd often be home, would take time off so he could spend it with Baekhyun. Even if most of the time was spent having sex, Mr. Park took good care of him, sat and talked with him, about his dreams and his wants, his future and his goals. Baekhyun knew that Mr. Park's wife had passed over a decade ago, but he hadn't known that Mr. Park was interested in remarrying, in having another child.
And Baekhyun? Well that conversation alone had made him leak and stain the bed and in answer his father-in-law had spread his legs and eaten him out until he came against Chanyeol's face, painting him with his slick and cum.
One day Mr. Park asked Baekhyun if he loved Jiho.
"I don't hate him." Baekhyun answered, trying to find a comfortable position in bed. It proved to be impossible since his lower back was throbbing from the coupling. "He's not a bad person."
"You're not answering the question."
"I... I don't know how to answer."
This felt like a trap, one Baekhyun didn't know how to get out of. What was Mr. Park trying to ask? Why did he want to know?
"Let me ask something else then." Mr. Park hummed, plunging two fingers into Baekhyun's cum-soaked insides. "Does he make you wet?"
Mr. Park had done so many things to him, and yet, the gasp that left Baekhyun's lips was unmatched.
"When he's about to finger you, is your rim already wet, Baekhyun? Does he get you wet? Are you ever properly aroused around him?"
"Mr. Park..."
"Are you just a little wet with him?" Mr. Park continued, not minding Baekhyun's whining. "Or are you soaked like you currently are?" He asked, looking at the transparent slick coating Baekhyun's rim. "Who does your body react to? Tell me."
Squelching sounds filled the room as Mr. Park plunged his fingers deep in Baekhyun's soaked cunt, making the younger mewl.
"We both know the answer, so why don't you say it?"
Baekhyun hid his face in the pillow, not daring to look at Mr. Park and at what was happening between his legs. This felt like... too many revelations at once.
"Have you ever gotten wet to the point of ruining sheets with him the way you've done it three times with me?"
"Mr. Park... this conversation isn't appropriate."
"It's not?" Mr. Park threw back, pulling his soaked fingers out of Baekhyun's stretched cunt. "But my fingers smelling like your cunt are? My cum in your womb is? You taking my cock in your ass and mouth is?"
Mr. Park held him by the chin, forcing Baekhyun to look at him as he inserted his hard cock slowly back into Baekhyun's puffy cunt. "What is holding you back?"
"What do you mean, sir?"
The thrusts were gentle this time. "It certainly isn't your husband, because you have no problem letting another man between your legs. Your body is honest but you aren't. What is holding you back?"
Baekhyun's slender fingers wrapped around Mr. Park's biceps, bracing himself for the pounding he knew he'd be taking soon. "The uncertainty of it all. I... I don't know where this is going. Where we're going- if this is simply a temporary thing until my husband is back."
As the thrusts began gaining in strength, Baekhyun wrapped his legs around his father-in-law's hips, knowing he'd been fucked like a ragdoll soon.
"I willingly put baby batter in you for the past two weeks and you still don't think I'm interested in you?"
"You said you'd be responsible if I ever carried but... what about me?"
For a moment, Mr. Park closed his eyes, took a deep breath and stopped the coupling. "I apologise, Baekhyun. It seems that my lack of words has made you think I am not interested. It was my fault for assuming you didn't need direct confirmation."
"So you're saying that..."
"Yes." Mr. Park said, smiling. "You will never belong to another man but me. You will not be going back to my son, whether or not you're carrying my child already. What did you expect? For me to send you back to Jiho to raise my own kid? Or for me to send you back to him after all we've done?"
Baekhyun was stunned. Mr. Park had never said so many words at once.
"I enjoy your presence in my house. I would like for you to stay with me and divorce Jiho. You seem unhappy with him and while I know very well I'm not a good father for stealing his spouse, I believe we've both held on too long on our desires for his own sake."
"You would choose me over your own son?" Baekhyun asked, immediately regretting voicing out his thoughts.
"I already have." The older man replied, cocking an eyebrow as he looked at where they were connected, his fat cock pushed all the way in Baekhyun's ass. "There's no way I can send you back to him after what I've done. You might even be carrying my child for all we know."
"Won't Jiho hate you?" Baekhyun asked, yet once again wondering what the well was wrong with him, why he couldn't shut his mouth and stop ruining his chances.
"Maybe. Probably. But he's had his time with you to prove he could be a decent husband, and he has failed you. I believe it's only right for me to get a shot at you when I've had eyes on you since before even the wedding."
"Mr. Park!" Baekhyun exclaimed, giggling and gently hitting the older man on the chest because his heart couldn't take such confessions.
"Spread your legs, Baekhyun." His father-in-law instructed, looking at where their bodies were connected. "A little more. I'm going to give you a good pounding for being honest with me today despite being uncertain about us." Mr. Park said easily. "From now on, you're officially my little housewife. You will remain naked for me at all times, you will be my good little whore and you will do as I say."
In any other circumstance, Baekhyun would have slapped the man across the face for saying such things to him. For telling him he were to obey and submit. But the truth was, he wanted this. He wanted to be reduced to a ragdoll and a housewife- he wanted to be put in his place and he certainly wanted his father-in-law to be the one doing it.
"In exchange, I will make you happy. I will not leave you on your own, I will make sure my work is not more important than you, I will make you pregnant and I will turn you into a cumsleeve for me. I will not neglect you, Baekhyun. I promise to make you a priority. And if work is still too much, I'll take time off. I already have way too much saved since I used to be on my own for a long time." Mr. Park wraps a hand around Baekhyun's small penis, engulfing it entirely in his palm. "And I'll try to communicate more. I know our age gap is quite big, but I will do my best to meet you where you want me. All that is required is that you are honest with me."
"You truly are perfect, Mr. Park." Baekhyun said, his heart pounding like crazy. "I... I really wish you'd have married me. I'd have been so happy with you as my husband. I'd have been really good to you. I... I promise I will fulfill all my duties to you. I will be a housewife and I will carry your children and I will answer your every order. I will stay naked in your house at all times as instructed and you will be permitted to take me however, whenever you wish for it, sir. I will... I will do my best to make you happy. I'll fill the house with my presence. I won't let you be on your own anymore. And when I carry your children..." Baekhyun trailed, looking down to where his father-in-law placed a hand against Baekhyun's stomach, right where his womb was.
"We will wed before that." Mr. Park replied, brushing a thumb against Baekhyun's soft skin. "You may be my whore, but you will still be my spouse and I don't wish for us to be strangers to each other once my seed will have taken."
"You're so old-fashioned, Mr. Park."
"And do you not like that, Baekhyun?" Was the teasing answer. "Do you not get wet at the idea of being turned into a whore at your husband's beck and call, do you not want to stay at home and have a big family?"
It was quite ridiculous how Mr. Park turned Baekhyun red like that. With just a few words, Baekhyun didn't even know what to do with himself anymore. The older man seemed to see Baekhyun's answer painted all over his face, so he didn't insist any more on it.
"I will be your husband soon, so you must stop calling me Mr. Park and father-in-law."
"But you still are." Baekhyun whined, tightening his hole around the cock still buried in him. "Until Jiho is back and the divorce papers are sent at least."
One quick look at Baekhyun's rim and understanding dawned upon Mr. Park's face. "So this gets you wet. You enjoy knowing you're going behind your husband's back with his own father."
There was no point in lying, truly. The older man knew and Baekhyun was trying to hide his smile. He'd been asked to be honest with Chanyeol, so he'd start now. "It's true, sir."
In one impressive display of strength, Mr. Park flipped Baekhyun over on his stomach, called him a dirty son-in-law and spanked the hell out of his ass cheeks until they were red and warm to the touch and fucked his hole despite Baekhyun crying and begging for no more, making sure to shoot his seed into Baekhyun's warm, welcoming womb.
As they cooled down, Mr. Park turned to look at Baekhyun on the bed, chuckling at how utterly spent Baekhyun looked. "Baekhyun." He whispered, as if Baekhyun wasn't acutely aware of the older man's gaze on him at any and every given time. "I will marry you and you will carry my children. We will be living one shared life. As your husband, I want to hear my name from your lips."
Baekhyun, suddenly fueled with confidence, dragged himself closer to the older man, threw a leg over strong hips, and, softly, quietly, "Chanyeol."
Chanyeol's arms wrapped around Baekhyun's smaller body, bringing him even closer. "It sounds perfect coming from your beautiful cocksucking lips. Now call me husband."
To this, Baekhyun decided to be a little cheeky brat. "I already have a husband, though. I can't call you that..."
"You disrespectful whore." Chanyeol muttered, laying an unforgiving slap on Baekhyun's ass cheek. "Call me husband or your little hole won't be getting any action until the day of our wedding."
The evening went a little like this: Baekhyun, on his stomach, taking load after load as he kept screaming and crying 'husband', begging Chanyeol not to send him into chastity. Chanyeol's answer to that had been that if Baekhyun truly did not want chastity, he'd have to take as many loads in his cunt as Chanyeol deemed it fit regardless of how oversensitive Baekhyun became.
Needless to say, Baekhyun nearly lost his voice the next day, and his ability to walk for another two days.
Baekhyun now only calls Chanyeol 'Sir' and 'Mr. Park' if they're having sex. Anything else is forbidden.
Jiho comes home on a Wednesday afternoon, a few days earlier than what he originally planned. He has apologies on the tip of his tongue, his arms full of gifts and good news for his husband.
He managed to talk to his boss and asked to have a week off work so he could spend it with Baekhyun before his next trip. His plan was to apologise, give Baekhyun the gifts, spend the week with him and then break the bad news to him. He'd been told that with another year of hectic schedules, he'd be able to secure a higher position at the company and that he wouldn't need to be traveling like this all the time.
Jiho just hopes Baekhyun can put up with it for yet another year.
As he enters their house, he finds that Baekhyun is not there. The last time they talked over the phone, a couple of days ago, Baekhyun seemed closed off and uninterested. Jiho knew that he deserved it, but was hoping to win his heart back.
Jiho tries calling him again, but gets sent to voicemail immediately. Huh. That's weird. He tries it a few more times, but receives the same automated message.
Jiho tries calling his father, and surprisingly, doesn't get answered. He tries sending his dad a text, saying that he's back, but the older man seems to be busy. Jiho decides to just drop by his place and surprise him instead. They need to talk about Baekhyun anyway, as Jiho wants to try asking his dad how Baekhyun has been and if he's told him anything that could help Jiho rebuild their relationship.
Jiho unlocks his father's apartment front door with the keys his dad insisted for him to have in case he needed them and Chanyeol wasn't home, and he's about to step inside, but the view that greets him punches the air out of his lungs. Jiho has to put a hand against his mouth not to make a sound.
His dear husband is on his hands and knees, naked, a leash tied around his neck as his father leads the younger, tugging on the leash, making Baekhyun crawl on the floor like some cheap whore. Chanyeol leads them to the couch and unzips himself, pulling his hard cock out and immediately feeding it to his husband's lips.
Jiho tries rubbing his eyes. There's no way they'd do this to him. Maybe this isn't Baekhyun? Maybe his father has been sleeping with someone who looks like Baekhyun?
But these are Baekhyun's moans. And that's his voice. Jiho knows how Baekhyun looks like when he's naked and that's definitely his body.
What if his father is forcing himself on Baekhyun?
Baekhyun is a delicate, smaller man, and for him to be on his knees with a leash tied around his neck as he has no choice but to suck Chanyeol's cock since Chanyeol's hand is holding the back of his head and keeping it there despite his struggles, he must not be here out of his own will.
Except the moment Baekhyun is let off his cock, a moan escapes his lips. Jiho can't take his eyes off of them.
"Sir, that was so mean of you. I know I've been terribly disrespectful but-"
So what, Baekhyun is into this?
Before Baekhyun can even finish his thought, Jiho's father slaps Baekhyun across the face.
What the fuck? Is Baekhyun into this shit or no? Should Jiho intervene or-
"You depraved little whore. I get to decide when you've had enough." Chanyeol says, his cock dripping precum directly onto Baekhyun's face. "Turn around. Ass up, face down. You've had this coming, boy. Don't you forget that."
Jiho continues watching as Baekhyun obeys and gets penetrated by Chanyeol. The look on his face... that's not a look of fear. That's lust. Want.
His suspicions are confirmed as Baekhyun begins moaning and begging for more, telling Jiho's father insane things like 'Oh Sir, my hole still hurts so much from yesterday but I won't deny you." and "Please right there- it feels so good please." and "My womb is ready for you, Mr. Park. Won't you fill it? I'll be a good whore for you."
Jiho has heard and seen enough. The door is barely open so he hasn't been seen by the couple. Just as he closes it back and is about to lock it, he hears his own father telling his husband to 'make sure his womb is open and ready for his seed'.
Locking the door, Jiho walks away.
He knew Baekhyun wasn't happy, he knew they weren't compatible, but he thought he could fix it. He thought they could overlook sex and children if he managed to be home more often.
But he was delusional to think that knowing how much Baekhyun wanted a family and how important sex was for him.
All he'd have wished for is for Baekhyun to have done this with another man. If Baekhyun had enough and decided things would end between them, why did it have to be Jiho's own father?
How long has this been going on? Had they had eyes for each other all this time? Had Jiho held them back because of his own selfish desires, because he wanted Baekhyun despite knowing it would never work out between them?
Jiho would have sincerely wanted to be happy for them- Baekhyun is a good husband, deserving of a happy fulfilling life, and his father has been alone for so long, worrying Jiho about it, so he should be happy they've found each other.
But it stings. They went behind his back. His own father and his own husband.
Jiho doesn't know how to feel. Maybe only time will tell.
As Baekhyun waits on his hands knees right by the door, awaiting Chanyeol's return, his insides tingle at the idea of seeing the older man. He should be here about any moment now.
Jiho is set to return in 3 days, and Baekhyun, who at first, felt apprehensive as to what the future held for him, now feels better than ever knowing Chanyeol wants him in the same way Baekhyun does. He can't wait to send him the divorce papers and to officially belong to Chanyeol.
His secret lover arrives mere seconds later, humming as his eyes land on Baekhyun's naked form on the floor. Baekhyun hears him place his suitcase and his coat where they usually rest before unzipping his pants and taking his rightful place behind Baekhyun. He wastes no time, pushes his fat cock into Baekhyun's awaiting wet hole and fucks him good and hard, barely even giving Baekhyun a moment, making Chanyeol spill inside him while Baekhyun spills untouched on the floor.
Baekhyun almost tumbles forward, but Chanyeol catches him, bringing the both of them under the water for a quick shower.
Chanyeol is a little too silent today, and Baekhyun isn't sure he likes that. Perhaps Jiho's return is weighing on his mind.
But nothing could have prepared him to the actual reason for Chanyeol's seemingly preoccupied mind. He calls for Baekhyun from the kitchen where he's sat and tells him to have a seat.
"I... I know it's soon, too soon perhaps. I know we've only been together for a month but... you've been sick lately. You sleep more. You can't eat certain foods. You're nauseous. What if..." Chanyeol says, sliding a pregnancy test box towards him.
Baekhyun did notice, but he didn't think it would be pregnancy. He has tried so hard with Jiho and for so long and nothing ever worked. It can't be that, not that easily at least. Baekhyun thought it would take a long time.
Except what's bothering him is the look on Chanyeol's face. He looks anything but happy.
"Do you not want the child?" Baekhyun asks, suddenly out of breath. "If I am carrying, do you not-"
"Baekhyun." Chanyeol interrupts, reaching to place a hand over Baekhyun's. "Of course I want it. I want you and our child. What are you saying?"
"You don't look happy." Baekhyun whispers, staring at the box. "You've been quiet since you came home. You look anxious. If you changed your mind, just tell me."
Both of his hands get envelopped by much bigger hands. For a moment, Chanyeol is quiet. It just makes Baekhyun want to burst out in tears.
"I'm not unhappy." Is what Chanyeol starts with. "And I'm not only taking responsibility because it's a duty I have to fulfill. I chose you and I want this with you. If you are truly carrying, I'll be the happiest man on Earth. But... I know you had a hard time conceiving. I know it didn't work with Jiho despite you wanting a big family. I don't- I would hate to put pressure on you. That's why I was anxious and quiet, my love. I don't want you to think that you must conceive right this moment or that else I'll stop wanting you. Even if you don't now, even if we have to see doctors, even if we never do, I will still want you. That's all."
Baekhyun does burst out in tears and cries until he can't breathe. He doesn't know why he's inconsolable, why everything feels like it's twice bigger than it usually is emotionally. Maybe it's because he'd been chasing a dream rather than chasing Jiho. Maybe it's because he knew deep down Jiho couldn't fulfill his dreams, wouldn't even be there to see Baekhyun attempt to fulfill them on his own. Maybe it's because he's not used to someone being there and listening to him. Or maybe he's really pregnant and his hormones are making him lose it.
Chanyeol holds him until he's done crying. "I want you to take the test. I can get really rough when we have sex, so I need to know if you are so I can adapt. I don't wanna harm you or the child. I'm sorry it's so nerve-wracking on you, but because of the nature of our sex life, you'll have to often take tests to make sure we know what we can and can't do in bed."
Baekhyun is walked to the bathroom with a hand around his waist, a kiss is dropped against his hair and he's ushered inside. He pees in the cup, dips the stick in it and waits.
He used to do this on his own, back when he was still with Jiho. Jiho would be gone so often, but they'd have sex when he'd be back, and he'd always assure Baekhyun he wanted a big family too, but maybe none of that was true.
Maybe Baekhyun is just too late to realise that.
The stick shows two lines. Baekhyun stops breathing, staring at it like it'll change. How is it two lines?
Jiho had refused to go see doctors so Baekhyun assumed something must have been wrong with him. If that truly was the case, how come he can get knocked up in just a month of being fucked raw by Chanyeol?
It takes Baekhyun a good 15 minutes to process the information. When he gets out, he finds Chanyeol seated on one of the kitchen chairs, waiting for him.
Baekhyun wordlessly walks to him, sits in his lap and gives him the stick. Nothing happens for a moment. It's all too still and silent until Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun closer to his chest, dropping a kiss against his hair.
"Fuck, baby." Chanyeol says, sounding like he's choking up on tears. "I'm going to take such good care of you, I promise."
"Are you happy?" Baekhyun asks against his neck, trying to hold his own tears back. "Are you really happy, Chanyeol?"
"So fucking happy." Chanyeol whispers back, pulling Baekhyun away from his neck to look properly at his face. "I'm taking you to the hospital first thing in the morning to make sure everything's alright. Then let's go get some food and start baby shopping, yeah?"
"Yeah." Baekhyun wetly answers, his slender fingers curling on Chanyeol's shirt.
"Are you happy?" This time Chanyeol asks, laying a gentle hand on Baekhyun's stomach. It's still flat, but the knowledge that something is already growing in there is enough to have Chanyeol's eyes twinkling. "I wanna make you happy, Baekhyun. I really do."
"I am." Baekhyun looks down to the hand against his stomach, cradling it carefully. "I really am. You've made me happier than I've ever been with anyone else in just a month."
Chanyeol promises to do his utmost to keep Baekhyun happy just as Baekhyun promises to fill Chanyeol's life with his presence.
Jiho isn't brought up on that day. They'll deal with it when they see him again. But what Baekhyun knows is that him and Chanyeol will be alright no matter what.
And that, truly, is the only thing that matters.