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JohnJaeTen

Dilf!Johnny x Ten x Dilf!Jaehyun

_Do you want to come at my house this afternoon ? asked Donghyuck in a cheerful voice.

Donghyuck Suh, aka Haechan, was a baby faced boy with a high pitched voice. He had cute cheeks, big eyes and brown hair. He also was an annoying bitch. He was currently on the phone with his friend Ten.

_Yeah, sure. The Thai man answered. I've never been to your house.

Ten Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul was a thailandese boy, a bit older than Donghyuck although he was smaller. He had black hair, thin waist and cat eyes. He also was a sharpe-tongued whore.

_My dad won't be here, he'll be at his friend's place. Which means we can do whatever we want to do. I'll send you the address.

_Cool. See ya !

Ten hung up. Laying on his bed, he was staring at the ceiling. It's been a while since he hasn't been fucked properly. However, he had no money and couldn't go partying and make out with everybody. Not like he had permission to anyways. It was the promise he made to his mother in order to be allowed to move to Korea. He was doomed to eat pizza next to his friend for the following years. The boy sighed. He was craving some good dick. His phone rang, announcing the notification of Donghyuck's address. He finally stood up. In his bathroom, he showered quickly, dressed up and put on make up. Once he was ready to go, he texted his friend, warning him he'd be there soon.

_Hey ! the younger greeted as soon as he opened his door. My father is here with his friend. They changed their plans. There's his son too. Mark. You know, I already talked about him a few times.

_Probably. The one you're running after, right ? Ten smirked.

The taller eventually allowed him inside after rolling his eyes.

_Dad, this is Ten. Ten bowed respectfully before looking at the man sat in front of him. And fuck, he was hot. Even hotter than Mr. Qian, Yangyang's father. And Mr Qian was quite sexy. And Ten, this is my dad and Mister Jung Jaehyun, Mark's father.

_Nice to meet you. Said a low voice. The boy turned to see it's owner. And again, he wasn't disappointed. The said Jaehyun was also breathtaking. As he was smiling, Ten could see dimples breaking the coldness of his face. The Thai returned the greeting shyly.

_Please, have a seat. Mr Suh offered with a soft smile. The younger obeyed, taking place next to his friend on the couch. The latter snickered.

_I never knew you were so shy. You're blushing like crazy right now.

_Shut up. Ten bit back. « It's not because I'm shy. » Haechan gasped dramatically.

_Right in front of my father ! How daring !

After a few minutes of polite conversation, the brown haired boy began to bicker with Mark, his coke spilling on Ten's shirt after a few seconds. The two fathers immediately stood up, scolding their sons. Both of them apologized before Donghyuck took him to the bathroom.

_I washed up barely thirty minutes ago ! I'm so sticky now ! Ten complained. And my white t-shirt is wasted. he pouted.

_I'll buy you another one. Once you're done, you can take one of my shirt. Haechan said as he handed him a towel. Have fun.

Only ten minutes later, the boy cut the water. He suddenly realised how dumb his friend was. He forgot to tell him where his room was. He then noticed the younger's text.

Sorry dude, I'm out with Mark. Our dads asked us to get some groceries for dinner, they said you can stay ! Wait for me in my room ;) 2nd door on the left. Btw, I still have my ex's underwear lmao. If you wear them, not only I'll buy you a shirt but also the sweatshirt you wanted so much :D What do you say ?

_Stupid bastard. he pestered.

He went to the younger's bedroom and found the underwear waiting on the bed. It was a sexy set of lingerie, of a deep shade of purple. He took off the towel around his waist, smiling. It was the type of stuff he liked. As he was finishing to put the string on, he heard a noise behind him. A bright red colored his entire face when his eyes fell on Donghyuck's dad. The man quickly looked away, embarrassed.

_Sorry, I thought you were still in the bathroom.

Ten thought he couldn't be more ashamed. « Screw it. I'll never come to this house again, I have nothing to lose. My pride is already crushed anyway.» Seeing Mr Suh staying still, he climbed up Haechan's bed, spreading his legs. Mr Suh was tall, with brown hair, thick arms, thick thighs and probably thick dick. His breath shortened at the sight. Ten was gazing at him sensually, his hand already down at his crotch.

_Ten, I could be your father.

_You could be my daddy. Do I look good like this ? He asked playfully.

The latter's brow furrowed. He smirked before walking towards the bed. He positioned himself above Ten, his thumb stroking the younger's lips. He was so much bigger than him, the Thai disappearing under his frame.

_Doesn't Mister Jung wants to have fun too ? Is he single ? Mr Suh laughed at his boldness.

_You can go to my room baby, I'll ask him to join. He extended his hand to help the smaller stand up. He then led him to his own room. Get on the bed. Ten cursed silently. His dominant voice sent shiver down his spine. I'm coming right back.

Ten laid on the giant bed, spreading his legs once again. The white sheets smelled like their owner, a reassuring scent, making the boy close his eyes. He removed the set of lingerie, waiting for Donghyuck's dad to come back.

_You wanted to see me baby ?

He could already feel his hole flutter at the low, amused voice.

_Isn't he so pretty ? All ours for us to use. Mr Suh humed as he unbuttoned his shirt.

_An amazing view. Mr Jung smirked in agreement. He sat on the edge of the bed, touching the sweet lips in front of him. We were right to send our sons away, hum ? As Ten nodded, Mr Jung slipped his fingers inside the younger's mouth. That's right. Licking my fingers so well just like the good boy you are.

_Get on all four.

The younger obeyed. He whimpered when he felt Mr Jung's wet fingers against his hole. In front of him, Mr Suh was stroking his cock. Ten parted his lips, already drooling at the sight. He was huge, but the boy was eager to take him inside his mouth. Mr Suh teased him for a while, playing with the head of his dick, only touching the lips. Growing impatient, Ten sticked his tongue out. Donghyuck's dad laughed before shoving his whole length inside his mouth, earning a gagging sound. As Ten was choking around Mr Suh, Mr Jung eventually pushed one finger inside him. He added another after a few seconds, knowing he was able to take it. Mr Suh could feel the vibration around his cock when Ten moaned. He began thrusting sloppily. At the same time, Mr Jung was preparing him carefuly. Both of them kept Ten occupied like this for a few minutes. Mr Suh finally freed his mouth, allowing the boy to breath properly. When Mr Jung retracted his finger, Ten whimpered at the loss. The older removed his clothes quickly.

_Can I get the lube, John ? Mr Suh tossed him the small bottle. Ready baby ? Ten nodded eagerly. Good. We won't go easy on you.

Mr Suh pushed his cock inside his mouth once again, thrusting harder than before. He smirked. Hearing the gagged whimpers below him sounded heavenly. Ten was too concentrated to deepthroat Mr Suh to remember Mr Jung. He moaned loudly when the head of Mr Jung's length pushed through his hole. Mr Suh grabbed a fistful of his hair, keeping his head in place while fastening his pace. Ten's choking sound echoed inside the room when Mr Suh forced him to take his dick to the base, thightening his grip against his hair. He stayed buried there, waiting for his friend to bottom out. Mr Jung groaned as he felt the warm walls wrapping him so well. With only a glance at John, they both started to move. Ten’s dick was beginning to long for release. He wanted to beg for Mr Jung to slow down but his mouth was already full. He had no choice but to take the massive cock inside his ass. Mr Suh was facefucking him hard, tip hitting the back of his throat each time. He was chasing his high, not caring about the tear pooling in the boy's eyes nor the saliva dripping on his chin. On the other side, Mr Jung was ramming his ass with no mercy. But Ten was loving every second of it. He loved having his holes abused like this and having no choice but to submit. And the two men guessed it easily. Ten was overwhelmed with all the pleasure he was getting, he needed release. He took his dick in his hand, stroking it desperatly. Mr Suh stopped abruptly. So did Mr Jung.

_Who allowed you to touch yourself ? Mr Suh asked in a stern voice. He pulled out, frowning.

_I'm sorry Daddy. I need to cum so bad ! Ten squealed when Mr Jung's hand slammed down is ass. Please ! He begged. Mr Jung removed himself, making the boy whine. They manhandled him in another position. He was now laying on Mr Jung, facing him. The older kissed him before sliding into him once again. But when he felt fingers prodding at his entrance, he sat up quickly. No ! You're to big, it won't fit ! Ten protested. Mr Suh smiled.

_A whore like you can take it easily. Don't worry, I'll prep you good enough so it doesn't hurt. Do you trust me ? Ten hesitated before laying back down.

_Yes. I trust you.

_Good boy.

He whimpered when he felt two fingers adding to Mr Jung's cock. Mr Jung was girthy to say the least, and Mr Suh wasn't bad himself. He wasn't sure he could take it. Mr Jung stroked his hair gently, trying to distract him from the pain of another finger. A few minutes later, Mr Suh retracted from him.

_Tell me if you want me to stop, okay ?

_Yes Daddy. I think I'll be fine, don't worry.

Ten cried out as Mr Suh impaled him with his cock. Mr Jung was whispering praises in his ear, contrasting with the filthy words coming from the latter. Mr Suh groaned as he started thrusting up slowly. The feeling of his friend's cock against his only increased his pleasure.

_See ? Such a good cocksleeve for us. What would my son think, seeing his dad fuck his friend like this ? Does he know how much of a whore you are ? Letting us use you like a mere hole.

Ten mumbled how they could use him as they pleased, lost in his own pleasure. Mr Suh started to get faster, knowing he wouldn't last long. Ten could sense it too.

_Please, inside.

_Yeah ? My little cockslut want to be our cum dumpster ?

_Yes please. Fill me up. Everytime you need it, just use me.

Both of them smirked. They knew they would. A couple of thrusts was enough for the three of them to reach their orgasm, painting Ten's inside with white ribbons. They stayed buried in for a while, catching their breath before Mr Suh removed himself, followed soon after by Mr Jung.

_How do you feel baby ? Mr Suh asked.

_Like I won't be able to walk for the next decade.

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Johnten drabble

A simple truth.

It's in the silence of the air, in the heat of the room despite the air con on full blast. It's in the way there's an invisible string strung taut, waiting to be snapped with a wrong word and right move. Johnny breathes but it's like the air belongs only to the man in front.

Even something as simple as a breath, all at his fingertips. Long and beautiful, tapping against the glass of his desk. Johnny's posture is as straight as it can be and yet. His entire being itches–what's missing?

He can't make mistakes.

Not in front of him.

"Another fight?" He asks, voice so quiet, and yet to Johnny it takes up all the room. Demanding attention, lean in to see the way his expression shifts the most minute bit: lips quirked at the corner, brows raised in anticipation of an answer. All that's missing is the devil's tail and his infamous grin, and Johnny will no longer feel as human as he will a meal the other would like to sink his teeth in. Maybe rip apart, and see if the insides are any appealing to his appetite.

"I'm sorry, sir," he says, which just turns Ten amused. "It was–"

"A mistake?" He asks, fingers stopping their movement, face rested on a palm. Johnny's heart stops right along with it, a shot of fear down his spine when Ten's gaze narrows, "you're not here for mistakes, sweetheart."

He knows. He knows–"I'm here for you." And Ten looks satisfied, no telling when his mood could flip.

"I have a party to attend," he says, and it couldn't be more obvious from his attire alone–to an eye-catching change in hair colour down to his outfit, Ten's taken a new persona out of his closet for show tonight. He stands, running his fingers back through the slicked hair, a few strands landing right on his temple only to make him look better.

He's a gift of nature, anyways–every part sculpted alive with the divinity's pride. Johnny's glad of his dumb decision only for one thing; getting to see him so close, so easily.

Ten stands, the clack of his shoes loud enough to take him back to his very first night here. Johnny wonders if the heels of these would feel just as heavy on his chest as those did, before he'd been trained and honed like Ten's finest weapon.

The closer he gets the easier it is to pick out.

Jasmine. An ironic little scent, worn to impress, intended to kill. He wonders just where the other's going, spotting the glint of something in his belt. Armed, too. "Johnny," he says, and his attention snaps to him in an instant, breaking from contemplation to the present, Ten waiting with his arms behind his back, coming right in front. "You know how I am, don't you?" He asks, a sweet smile gracing his petal lips, lush and red and a little spit-slicked from how much he's been teething at it.

"I hate interruptions," he murmurs, arm forward, a finger dragging right over his shirt. Ten starts going up starting from his abdomen, every point of contact a mini short circuit for Johnny's skin underneath. "I hate distractions." He drags it right over his chest, circling where his tattoo is, branded on skin.

"Especially," he starts, Johnny feeling the mark of him underneath the layers burn, Ten taking a step closer, and tilting his head up to meet his eyes. Smile still there, and eyes cold, "when a thing of mine, is the one causing it."

Before he can say anything else, Ten's already got him on his knees, Johnny coughing as the impact to his abdomen and knee have him heaving. Ten tilts Johnny's chin up with a finger, thumb digging over his lower lip, dragging across the plump flesh with utmost focus that makes his gut pool with something warm. Johnny's heart is beating crazy fast, the pain subsiding bit by bit the longer Ten stares.

"Be a good little boy," he whispers,"and stay put, Johnny. You'll do that for me, won't you?"

He can't get himself to speak, mouth drying up when Ten's eyes turn hooded. An ocean of black, molten and dark, eager to drown. Ten leans down, face inches from his, breath fanning across Johnny's lips. There's something about him–he can't help but imagine, closing the gap and letting him tear into him anyway.

Atleast he'll have him all to himself. "Words," he says, nail digging into his lip instead, unafraid to make him bleed. Johnny finds his voice.

"Yes, sir," Ten seems satisfied. And as if he could read his harmless little fantasy right off his face, Ten gives him a sweet kiss, done as soon as it started. Johnny's eyes flutter shut regardless, the phantom of his lips lingering and teasing for so long after anyway.

"I'll deal with you when I'm back," Ten says, finally taking his coat, a long thing that turns him larger than life, heading to the door. He glances at home over his shoulder, giving him a last look, "you know the rules, don't you?"

Listen well, and be rewarded. "I do," and he's finally leaving, Johnny stuck still on his knees, till however long it takes him to get back.

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