Chapter 1: Blank Paper: The Beginning
Yoongi played on his Nintendo, his hair still wet as he was laying on his stomach, the fan blowing on his face to try and beat the summer heat. His legs were kicking in the air behind him lazily, his legs spread open. He hated spending summer in Japan (he always ended up coming at the start of May) with his father (he stayed with his father’s grandparents because his mother left and his dad worked too much to actually be there for him), the summers were always too hot and the male never had air conditioning. He didn't bother putting on panties, his smooth cunt drying from his cool shower, figuring the over-sized shirt was enough. He didn't bother to look over as the doors to his room slid open, whining out as he couldn't see his screen from the glare. "PaPa, I'm losing!" "Sorry Yoongi." The doors closed right back, Yoongi’s father sighing out as he sat behind him, Yoongi jumping as he felt cool air on his cunt, pausing his game and turning around to see his father plugging up another fan before going back to his game. "Why did you buy another one?" "So you can stop complaining about it at- Yoongi." "What?" "Where..Nothing. Nevermind."
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Eun knew it was wrong, suddenly convincing his grandparents to let Yoongi move in with him, watching his son sleep so peacefully during the summer, letting his hand ghost over the soft skin of his exposed thigh. Eun sighed deeply, sitting outside in the garden as he smoked, glancing back at his sleeping son before turning his gaze ahead. He wanted more of his son. Oh so much more. He sighed as he looked beside him, hearing the cicadas as he took a large gulp of the alcohol. Eun moved to stand, stumbling slightly before he steadied himself, looking up as he held his breath. He saw no movement besides the slow breathing of his son, walking over to Yoongi, sitting beside him. Eun ran his fingers through his son’s silky hair, the fan cooling down the inside but his son always managed to kick the blanket off his frame. He sucked in a breath, letting his fingers slip into his son’s inner thigh, his breathing picking up. His son was a slight heavy sleeper, moving the boy’s legs open, brushing his thumb against his child’s cunt, moaning softly. He knew it was wrong and it was sick but he couldn’t stop himself from licking the pad of his thumb and sliding over the slit before pushing it against the skin, softly and slowly rubbing the underdeveloped clit. He didn’t bother to stop when his son whined softly, rubbing his cheek in the pillow. He grabbed the soft, chubby thigh to keep his legs from closing. Eun leaned down, moving Yoongi to lay on his stomach fully before lifting his hips and placing a pillow under them. He felt his mouth go dry as he moved between the boy’s legs. He rubbed the clit faster, his son squirming more before a small whine sounded out, slipping a finger inside. He grinded his hips into the floor, feeling his son’s wet and tight heat suck in his finger. He had all summer..he could easily pull him from school..cook up some lie.. Eun leaned forward after withdrawing his finger, spreading his son’s lips, sucking and nibbling on his clit, moaning at the sweet taste of it. He needed more, this couldn’t be it for him. His son was already addicting and he just had a small taste. He only moved to his knees, pulling his cock free as he spit on his hand, too excited to even try to stop himself. He shuffled closer, pressing the tip of his cock against the tight hole, breathing in as he held onto his son’s shoulder, the other on his head, thrusting in so his hips flushed with his son’s. He was in bliss, faintly registering the muffled screaming and crying from his son. He only looked down as he pulled back, seeing the blood but only pushed back in. Eun moved slowly, knowing Yoongi had to enjoy it too. He treated him so well, buying him whatever he wanted, scolding him lightly when he called about grades, taking him out to eat, even buying this place for his son who was tired of hearing the noisy Seoul streets every night. He tries to focus on his son, looking down at them before shifting his weight, softly kissing the tears on his son’s face, cooing at him softly. “Yoongi, it’s okay. PaPa has you..” He pushed in, his cock being sucked in by the tight heat, groaning out. “You’ll be with PaPa right Yoongi? You’ll be with me forever.”
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Yoongi didn’t understand what was going on, the pain unbearable between his legs, his father on top of him, speaking sweetly in his ear. “P-PaPa..I-It hurts..” “Shh..It’ll feel good soon. Just relax right now.” Yoongi gasped at a sharp thrust practically taking the breath from his lungs, trying to wiggle himself free. “Yoongi, don’t fight it okay? PaPa is helping you.” Yoongi felt something leave his body, a sharp whine leaving his throat as his head had hit the hardwood floor, trying to kick his legs free from his father’s bruising grip. He tried to smack the much larger man, his father , away from him, only having the male’s cock push back into him roughly. He was manhandled, his shirt being shoved over his head, his arms becoming entangled in the cloth. He only cried out, trying to free his arms before they were slammed to the ground, his father scaring him immensely. “Such a sweet boy from me. I know it’s wrong but you should marry PaPa. He treats you better than anyone ever will.” Yoongi only moved his head away when his father had leaned in his face, “PaPa..stop pl-please-” “Yoongi, be a good boy okay? Daddy can’t wait until you can have his kids. You’d be such a good mother.” Eun's once paced and patient thrusts were more that of a horny dog rutting against a pillow now. He let out animalistic grunts as he gripped Yoongi tighter, fucking in out of his body so roughly that Yoongi almost spasmed, Eun only grunting deeply in his ear. Eun let out a loud, breathy moan and brought one hand to the front of Yoongi's neck. His slender fingers wrapped around Yoongi's throat from there, and he squeezed. Yoongi's face, which was already pink from the dick running in and out of his body, only reddened more, Yoongi's small hands clawing at the wrist, "Gonna fuck you so good, Yoongi," Eun mumbled out, "Gonna keep fucking you till you're filled. 'S'that okay?" Yoongi could only squeeze his eyes shut as he shook his head, trying to gain air back in his lungs, his chest starting to burn before being allowed to take a deep breath. Yoongi was better than anyone and anything, and he was his father's for the night. Whether he liked it or not.
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Eun gasped and groaned as he fucked the two of them closer and closer over the edge. His cock was burning in pleasure, and Yoongi's hot, smooth cunt only heated it further. He could feel himself twitch and throb inside of the other, and his animalistic and needy thrust were starting to become sloppy. He was close, he was so close, Yoongi's voice was ringing in his ears. He sounded like he felt so good, so pleasured, so helpless. Helpless to do anything about the non-stop plunder into his cunt. All Yoongi could was lay there and take everything he had to give, and Eun was about to give him so fucking much. He went on, his rough thrusting fueling his lust, and Yoongi was now fully sobbing, even moving his head to press his face against his shoulder. Suddenly, Yoongi's entire body froze and shook, his cunt squeezing onto Eun's length for dear life, and the older could feel Yoongi pulse twitch around him. The boy’s voice came out in harsh, needy whimpers similar to a pattern, no, identical to the pattern of his twitches. Eun never stopped, continuing to fuck him through his orgasm. And then he stopped. Yoongi had came, Eun only knew from the soaked floor. Yoongi's tight orgasmic grip left Eun nearly coming himself. He fucked Yoongi's body without stopping, teetering over the edge, desperate to fall into the sinful orgasm that he had forcefully pushed his son into. It was right there, it was right and in moments like this, Eun didn't think he'd stop even if Yoongi truly asked him to, or if one of the neighbors walked by to check on them. Eun's head hung low as he peered through his lashes down at Yoongi's shaky body. If Yoongi could look back up at him right now, he'd see an entire demon up above him instead of his father, a demon driven by lust and greed. That demon wasn't going to stop until he got what he came here for. Eun's mouth was wide open in pleasure, and saliva seeped from it to fall against Yoongi's glistening skin. He only pushed himself to the edge, violating his son’s body. Eun’s eyes closed shut, he fell through the painful thoughts, and right into the pleasure void. While he shot load after load into him in reality, his body fell forward right onto Yoongi's form. Sweaty and tired, Eun worked his hips just a little more into the other, the sensation simply too good to pull out of at that moment, especially with the addition of all his semen now. Eun panted, and he smiled as he could hear Yoongi panting, too. After laying there for a moment to catch his breath, he slowly and gently pulled himself out of the luxury that was Yoongi's cunt. Satisfied and exhausted, Eun lifted himself off of Yoongi and sat back, running a hand through his black hair and watching Yoongi with now less dark eyes. He hummed as he watched Yoongi slowly settle curled up, his sniffles ringing in the air, though his face was still red from the fuck. Tilting his head, the older wondered if he should clean up everything now, or keep Yoongi like this for a little while longer in case he wanted him again. Eun wasn't sure if he was forming sadistic ways or becoming a dacryphile, or both, but he just loved hearing Yoongi cry, loved his tears. The way the younger's voice broke and shook like the prettiest instrument, one that only he could hear? The way those tear drops ran down his chubby cheeks, staining them in tears? Eun simply couldn't stand it. Not before he blinked, seeing his own cum drip out of his son, staggering to his feet when the haze had cleared. Eun only started to panic, quickly sobering up as he moved, trying to recollect himself as he dressed himself, pushing his hair back hurriedly. “Y-Yoongi, come on baby..” he said carefully, almost like he was talking to some wounded animal, seeing the bruises form on his son’s smooth, once clear , skin. Eun only stepped back once Yoongi let out a harsh sob, cursing under his breath as he only left. He didn’t know what to do.
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Eun returned the next morning, softly pushing open the door, finding his son in the same position. He could see the dried blood and cum on his son’s thighs, his body wanting to throw up whatever liquor he had left in his body. He slowly walked up, noticing Yoongi was asleep before he slowly moved to pick him up. He breathed in as the bruises were much more hideous than when they had started to form. Eun didn’t know how to carry and hold him without causing pain, only going for it blindly. He expected his son to cry in pain, not expecting him to jump awake and start trying to smack him away before feeling one of Yoongi’s nails scratching his eye, causing Eun to drop him. Eun quickly forgot about his eye, hearing Yoongi hit the floor and only cry harder. He breathed out, picking him up once more, the smell of piss reaching his nose, Yoongi sniffling, silent but pliant in his father’s hold. Eun wordlessly moved to the bathroom, sliding the door open easily. The room was steaming from the bath, Eun slowly sitting him down on the stool, grabbing the shower head as he sat behind his son, spraying him down. The duo was silent, Eun wiping his son down, Yoongi only sniffling, twitching when his father opened his legs softly. Eun was saying soft apologies, kissing Yoongi’s temple as he pushed his finger in his son, making sure to clean them fully. He had a long day, moving his son to the tub when he was finished, kissing their temple once more before he left the room to attempt to fix the room.
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Eun watched Yoongi only stare at his food, not attempting to even drink the water before him. “Yoongi, do you want me to feed you?” He didn’t expect an answer, his eyes widening when he saw the faint nod. He chose to sit about a foot away from his son, helping him eat before they refused anymore. Eun wordlessly picked up Yoongi once more, the doors and windows closed as the fans blew at high speed, pots on ice behind them to cool the room considerably. He placed them down on the futon, covering them up. “Do you want your game or anything?” Eun watched his son shake his head silently, nodding before giving his son’s cheek a soft kiss, smoothing back their fringe. “I’m sorry baby.”
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Yoongi didn’t talk for a few weeks after, hiding behind his father when he had brought a female inside. “Yoongi, this is JiYing. She’s going to babysit you for me while I pull some overtime tonight.” He was silent, cutting his eyes at the female who only gave him a soft wave and smile. “All I need you to do is just behave and I should be back before you fall asleep.” Yoongi only hugged his father back, not bothering to return the chaste kiss on his lips. “See you tonight. Love you.” Yoongi watched his father leave, the door closing behind the male, JiYing standing at the entrance-way with him. “Have you eaten Yoongi?” “Yes.” “Oh, um…Your dad told me you play video games. I bought a couple if you want to play them.” Yoongi only shrugged, the female digging in her bag and pulling out a Nintendo game-boy, sliding in a game before she powered it on and handed it to him. Yoongi looked at it before he grabbed it, entering a new game. “Do you want to go sit in your living room while you play?” “Bedroom is cooler..Too hot.”
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Eun sighed out as he walked back in, terrible to admit that he was drunk. “OH! Mr. An, Yoongi is fast asleep-” “I’m sorry I kept you longer than I had promised JiYing. How much do I owe you again?” “U-Um 11,000 yen..” Eun nodded, pulling his phone out as he slipped his shoes off, transferring money to the female’s account, adding a few more yen as an apology. “The taxi is already paid to at least take you to the city. I’m sorry once again.” “No, it’s okay! I gave Yoongi my game-boy and the games I had since I don’t play them anymore as well..Um, have a good night!” Eun nodded, the female leaving and locks sliding into place automatically, reaching over and placing the deadbolt before letting his bag fall to the side as he loosened his tie. He walked down the hall, sliding open the door to his and Yoongi’s shared room (he never really slept in it since that one fateful night, opting to sleep on the couch). He only gave a tired smile as he saw a small lump under the cover, coming over and lifting it, seeing Yoongi looking back up at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing Yoongi?” “I leveled up..” Yoongi whispered, Eun only humming as he held his hand out. “You need sleep, save the game and hand it here please.” He watched Yoongi press some buttons before cutting it off and handing it over. “Can I play it in the morning?” “Of course. Did you have fun with JiYing?” Yoongi shrugged, “She’s okay. Was on the phone.” “But did she watch you?” “Helped me when I needed it.” Eun nodded, leaning in close to his son, pressing another chaste kiss to his son’s lips once more, “Alright. Is it okay if I sit in here for a few moments to cool down before I go to bed?” He watched Yoongi nod softly, adjusting the blanket before he stood up straight and moved away to change his clothes. He stepped to the closet to strip himself, looking back at Yoongi for a moment before facing away, hoping his demons to stay at bay.
Chapter 2: Blank Paper: The End
Yoongi had turned 10, blowing out the candles on his cake, smiling widely at his father who clapped. Yoongi’s hair had grown out now, his hair tied back in a low ponytail. "Try the cake Yoongi. I tried to make it myself this year." Yoongi picked up the fork, taking a piece of fruit from the top before actually getting a bite of the cake. "Good?" Yoongi nodded, taking another, "Really good." "I got you something too. I know how you're still into retro game systems.." He watched his father stand and walk over to the closet, coming back over with a birthday themed bag. "What is it?"
Yoongi asked softly, his cheeks puffed up with all the cake he was eating, his dad casting a slight glance at the cake with worry. "Find out. It's called a present after all." He tugged the bag close to him, taking out the tissue paper before his eyes widened. "A Nintendo PlayStation?!" "It cost an arm and a leg. Managed to get some games for it as well but not a lot of them." Yoongi could only cram more cake in his mouth before wiggling to the television to disconnect the various cords and reconnect them to the new gaming system he acquired.
"This is so cool!" Yoongi shouted excitedly, looking back at his father, the male giving him a soft smile before patting the pillow beside him. "Let's finish the cake and you can play some games."
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Eun kept them shoved down, the thoughts coming but he managed to shove them down but they always came back but never lingered like this. Yoongi was still so soft and adorable- No! Eun couldn't think like this. Not on his babyboy's birthday. "PaPa, do you think she would be happy if she stayed?" Eun blinked, looking down at Yoongi, his son only playing the Nintendo game-boy while he ate the fruit from the top of the cake. He hadn't thought about her ever since she left him with Yoongi. He hummed slightly, taking a bite of the cake, "I'm not sure Yoongi. Everyone is different." "What was she like?"
"She was just like you. She liked retro things. Fashion, accessories.. Her favorite thing were headbands; actually, I may have a few she left behind." Eun stood up, too captivated by his own thoughts, wondering if Yoongi would look like her with a headband on. Eun sighed as he slid open the doors to their shared room, opening the closet before he grabbed a box and pulled it down. He only opened it, shifting through various pictures of his childhood and such, blinking as he pulled out a headband, shifting through for a few more before he sat the ones he had found to the side.
He went back to the front room, sitting down on the floor besides his son, “Pause the game for me Yoongi.” Yoongi only moved to sit up, pausing the game system before looking up at Eun. Eun only smiled, taking one of the headbands and sliding it on Yoongi, “I don’t personally remember much of your mother. We weren’t together for a long time, just two birds in love for a short time. Maybe three months at the most.” “Grandma used to say I look like her.” “I wouldn’t doubt it.” “Did you love her?” Eun only took in a deep breath, thinking to himself for a moment before he nodded softly. “I loved her enough to have you in my life.”
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Yoongi was digging in the fridge, frowning as there were no more strawberries, grabbing some blueberries to stick in his cereal instead. It was late at night and Yoongi had been up playing his game but now he was watching a movie after he had gotten bored after a bit. He poured milk in his bowl before adding the blueberries and put the milk back in the fridge. Yoongi made his way to the front room, settling himself on the floor.
His father had apparently gone to sleep some time ago, leaving Yoongi to his own accord as long as the male didn’t try to burn the house down like he almost did a few months ago. He sniffled, eating his food silently as he watched the movie, the volume low so he didn’t wake his dad up, but still turned up for him to hear in the quiet house. Yoongi was too intrigued with the movie, not even noticing his father walking in behind him.
He let out a sharp noise of surprise, seeing his father’s hand shove the table out the same time he was pushed to the ground. He was confused, seeing the milk spill onto the floor, letting out a small grunt of pain as he forcefully turned on his back.
Yoongi was stunned as his father had slapped him when he tried to back away, grabbing his thin wrist in one hand, the other tugging his night shorts off his hips along with his underwear. “P-PaPa, wh-what are-” Yoongi was cut off with his father kissing him, Yoongi starting to feel sick as a knot started to form in his stomach.
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Eun only slammed his lips against his son’s lips, too drunk, too much in denial that he was raping his son once again, his hands sliding under the shirt and rubbing his son’s chest, letting out a small groan when his son had flinched when his fingertips brushed over one of his nipples. He only shoved the shirt up, latching his mouth one of them, the other only being tugged and pinched before he switched. Eun only pushed the guilt away, his thoughts convincing him that he and Yoongi would be okay, that Yoongi would learn to love it.
He pulled away slightly, pressing kisses to Yoongi’s face, his son only crying as he tugged his own loose shorts off. He pressed kisses against Yoongi's lips, giving empty apologies as he lined his cock with his son’s entrance, pushing in in one fluid motion, swallowing back a moan. Eun was fucking gone as he laid over his son, grabbing at the boy’s throat as he pushed his cock in to the hilt. The warm wetness around his cock was so nice, squishing deliciously against his hard cock, practically sucking him inside from how much Yoongi was clenching his smooth cunt. The poor boy was whimpering and crying, but he just took it with little breathless moans, unsure of what was even happening.
Eun pushed in and out slowly, looking down to watch his cock plunge slowly into the wet lips of his son's cunt, hugging his cock. He groaned, tightly wrapping his hands with more strength around the ten-year-old’s throat, forcing the boy to raise his head as he choked him gently. His sadistic self was unleashed right now and he knew he was fucked up at this moment, but it was too good to stop now. He flipped the boy over with more desperation, pushing him down by his throat as his son only tried to fight him off, slapping the boy across the face roughly. “Good boy… you’re a good boy for PaPa, yeah …”
Eun fucked into his son slowly, wanting the boy to feel his cock juicily pushing into his cunt. he cursed on a moan, flexing his arms at how tightly he was holding the boy’s throat with his large hands. Yoongi just laid there looking up at his dad with glossy, beautiful pure eyes. He looked so angelic and innocent with his lightly nibbled lips and his little black hair spreading out behind him. His little hands laid limp beside his head as he closed his eyes tightly with parted lips, turning his head to the side to take his cock because that’s all he could do. All Eun would allow him to do in the tight grip he had on him. Eun never taught his son to lay still and quiet whenever he put his cock inside of his tight cunt, too drunk to even prep his son like he did 5 years ago.
Yoongi let out a small cry as Eun pushed his cock in and out of him faster now, holding him down by the throat as the hands tightened, cutting off his breath for a moment. Yoongi’s voice came out roughly as he tried to breathe, his hands, trying to pry his father’s hands from his throat. Eun loosened his hands, leaning to the side to hold the boy's waist as he sat back and watched his cock push in and out. “fuck… are you doing alright, love? PaPa’s sorry if he scared you…” The little boy sobbed as his father sped up, shoving his cock in and out of him quickly. He whined loudly at the overwhelming sensation and he couldn’t even respond. He cried out, Eun covering his mouth, too late in the night to have him crying out. his body shoved against the mat with each harsh shove, and the hands returning and tightening around his throat to hold him down. Eun leaned closer to him as he fucked hard and fast into his little cunt, undoubtedly knowing that Yoongi would be too sore to move around.
He was no doubt slamming right along the poor boy’s g-spot, drilling in and out with his hands holding his throat so tightly. God, he was so fucked up for enjoying choking his own son while fucking the life out of him. He groaned, “ fuck , fuck —,” he pushed down tighter on the little boys throat as he leaned down to bite his sweet, soft and supple neck, lapping over it and sucking little hickeys sloppily. His cock pulsed inside the little boy's cunt, deliciously stimulating him with each thrust that had him feeling closer to the edge with each second, unable to stop, the thoughts only coming louder with each timed thrust. Yoongi squealed as he was forcefully picked up and turned around again, hips yanked up on his knees with his ass in the air as his head was slammed down to the ground. He cried out as his father slammed into him again, fucking him roughly. Eun pushed the boy down harder, grabbing his hair and yanking it back forcefully.
“Tell PaPa how much you love him — fuck … tell— tell daddy how much — oh , fuck , how much it feels good,” he grunted, slapping the boy across the face before bringing his head even closer to his own. The poor boy was bent so harshly, back curved in a tight arch. The boy cried out at the slap, “Y-Yoogi loves P-PaPa!” he whimpered. he felt the hand slap across his face again, striking pain throughout his cheek before he was pushed down forcefully, forcing his tears to not even be able to come out, too scared at what was going to happen if he even let one slip. With each thrust, the boy was wheezing slightly at being fucked so hard and held so tightly around his throat when the hands returned. Eun slammed his hips forward, dragging his hand down after another groan, holding onto the boy's neck to choke him with one hand while reaching under his hips to rub at his little clit again. God, he loved the dominance, knowing his son was all submissive and squealing underneath him and he could do anything to his precious body. “PaPa lov — mh —” Eun was suddenly cut off, his cock suddenly spurted out cum deep in his son’s cunt.
His orgasm crashed over him so suddenly that he didn’t even see it coming, there was not even much of a buildup, it just fucking came hardcore and fast leaving his sentence cut off before he could even say he loved his son’s cunt. He groaned, circling his hips to milk his cock in the tight little cunt, massaging the cum out of him, squeezing it to the last drop. He violently flicked his fingers at the underage boy's clit, groaning while keeping his cock deep inside of him. Yoongi squealed as his clit was stimulated for a long time, pinched and flicked, before he felt his father pulling out of him and slamming him back to the ground and flip him on his back, his spine aching with pain. He fell flat with a cry before he watched his father forcefully spread his legs up high by the ankles, grabbing at his thighs as his tongue darted out to eat his cunt out. Oh — Yoongi whimpered at the painful stimulation, his eyes rolling back. He felt so good but he didn’t want to! It was wrong but he didn’t know what to do! Yoongi was so scared that he might actually pee on his father’s face, trying to move away.
After the man hastily flicked his tongue on the little cherry tip of his clit, swiping it here and there, pulling and biting on it between his rough lips, Yoongi let loose. He spasmed, legs flexing as he whined around his thumb. Eun just watched in bliss, fucking loving the sight of his baby losing his mind in front of him. He tongued the little clit harder, flicking his tongue faster to have the little boy screaming from how hard his orgasm was. He pulled away, roughly shoving two fingers inside of his son, his fingertips pressing against the boy’s g-spot, simply astounded when his son had started to squirt, their legs simply twitching from the stimulation.
Eun could only breathe heavily as he pulled his hand away, looking up at his son, pulling the boy’s limp body to his, kissing their cheek softly before pressing a kiss to their lips. He hugged Yoongi close, breathing out as the movie's credits had started to roll, moving them to lay down on the couch. Eun only pulled the throw blanket over them, closing his eyes as he fell asleep, knowing deep inside, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself anymore.