The Porn Star Boyfriend (2/11)
The Porn Star Boyfriend (2/11)
Pairing: krisho
Genre: Romance, Smut, Drama
Summary: Junmyeon feels he's just an average person, not very exciting and keeps to himself. Yifan is his boyfriend. Yifan is a porn star. Things are starting to get interesting.
Warning: Rated Mature for much sex.
Surprising to Junmyeon, despite the slight rift in his and Yifan’s relationship, they were still together going strong like any couple in love would be. Yifan did in fact end up landing that internship, and with Junmyeon’s valued permission, he was going to continue his jobs in the adult film industry. Just until they stabilized their financial living.
However with this new arrangement, two problems came with it. The first problem being Yifan’s longer hours with cut into their used-to-be private time together; the second problem being Yifan fucked around four people a week, not including Junmyeon.
Junmyeon was still a bit less than pleased knowing that fact.
He never admitted this before, but he became jealous easily.
There were some days when Yifan came home, the two of them would be tending to one another, and Junmyeon would find a couple of scratch marks or hickeys that he didn’t make. Or sometimes Yifan would just be too tired to help him with his own problem and Junmyeon would have to take care of it himself-which wasn’t the end of the world, but it would’ve been much more satisfying if Yifan was the one who took care of it.
Junmyeon was a guy with needs. Plain and simple.
Junmyeon wasn’t the type of person to hold things in. Yifan was fully supportive of this as they both thought honest was important. So with that in mind, the minute Yifan walked in the door of their home, Junmyeon marched up to his boyfriend clad in only his boxers.
“I’m horny.”
Yifan looked at him in question before slipping off his jacket, “Right now? That’s being forward.”
Junmyeon rolled his eyes before grabbing Yifan by his tie-the whole office worker look was so damn sexy right now-and dragged the taller to the bedroom quickly, not being able to hold out much longer. “Strip, Yifan. Now.”
Yifan chuckled, clearly amused by his boyfriend’s forwardness, but did not argue and began unzipping his pants.
“But um, leave the tie on,” Junmyeon stammered before turning around to hide his red face. “But, um, I know you’ve had a long, tiring day…You sure you can get it up?”
“HA!” Yifan guffawed, rolling his eyes. “Is that even a question?” Junmyeon felt his boyfriend’s strong arms wrap around his waist and a much toned, bare torso pressed up against his back. Large hands rubbed up and down along his arms sensually, lips brushing against the skin of his neck.
Junmyeon shivered, moaning slightly when he felt a hardness rub against his backside. “Okay, okay, you’ve made your point,” he gave in breathily. “What are you going to do now?”
A deep chuckle was heard as Yifan’s hands travelled to Junmyeon’s front, fingers crawling beneath his shirt. “Mm, I’m going to give you the attention you’ve been neglected of lately,” Yifan whispered into his ear before placing a kiss against his neck.
Yifan pulled the shirt off completely, leaving Junmyeon’s torso bare as well, and pressed their bodies together as hands caressed each other’s skin. Their lips locked together with their tongues swirling together in a rising passion. Yifan then unzipped his boyfriend’s jeans, allowing the younger to shimmy the clothing down to his ankles before slipping out of them.
“Get on the bed,” Yifan ordered, watching the other clamber onto the bed before grabbing something from underneath the bed, keeping it hidden behind his back.
Yifan kissed Junmyeon again before suggesting an idea, massaging the other male’s appendage through the thin material of his underwear. “Would you like to try something a little different this time?”
Junmyeon shivered at the sultry voice, nodding immediately, completely turned on. “Yeah,” he agreed breathily.
Junmyeon didn’t catch the other’s deep smirk before yelping in surprise when his arms were yanked upward to the headboard. His eyes widened when he heard a faint clicking and looked upward to see a pair of handcuffs around his wrists.
Well, he certainly wasn’t expecting that.
“Yifan! W-What are you doing?!” Junmyeon shrieked, tugging at the handcuffs in distress, already feeling regretful for agreeing to this in the first place.
Yifan smirked wickedly at his helpless lover tied to the bed before yanking his underwear off completely before removing his own. “I’m only trying to make things more interesting,” he said, returning his attention to the mystery box he’d pulled from under the bed and grabbing his HD camera. Junmyeon gulped nervously, not feeling so great about this anymore. “What do you think of being fucked on camera?”
Junmyeon nearly sobbed. He was fucked.
“I-I don’t know about this,” Junmyeon said shakily. “This is more your forte, not mine.”
“But practice makes perfect,” Yifan replied, his voice unusually high as he’d slightly sung his words. What the hell, he was pretty excited about this, wasn’t he? “I bet you’d make a wonderful porn star,” he commented, eyes hungrily grazing over his boyfriend’s exposed body. “You want that? To be my own personal slut?”
Junmyeon shook his head no.
Yifan laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it,” he said before setting up the camera and turning it on. Junmyeon suddenly felt a bit self-conscious when the recording light turned on.
In a way to comfort the other, Yifan climbed back on top of his boyfriend, licking the sensitive skin of his neck, nipping here and there earning pleasured whimpers. He ran his hands all over the other’s body, playing with the little nubs of Junmyeon’s erected nipples.
“Mm, you’re no beautiful,” Yifan sighed as Junmyeon rolled his hips upward, rubbed their erections together, aroused moans filling the room.
“M-More,” Junmyeon pleaded, turned on by the touches.
Yifan smirked. “Mm, I’ve got an idea,” he said teasingly, reaching his hand into his box of treasures and pulling out a long, blue dildo. Junmyeon’s eyes widened at the size.
“U-Um…Yifan, will that even fit?”
Yifan smiled toothily as he grabbed the bottle of lube and coating his long fingers. “You can fit me, can’t you?”
Junmyeon whined at that response, but allowed him lower half be lifted so Yifan could place a pillow underneath him. Everything he thought he wouldn’t do in his life, he was probably going to do it all tonight.
Yifan inserted one finger into his boyfriend, letting his adjust. It felt weird, Junmyeon never quite got used to the feeling. It was uncomfortable. It made him wonder, how often does Yifan bottom? He hummed when he felt a second finger be inserted and proceeded to scissor him, stretching the muscle. A third finger went in and Junmyeon groaned in pain.
Yifan whispered apologies in his ear as he continued to stretch the ring of muscle until Junmyeon moaned as the cluster of finger brushed against his prostate.
Yifan grabbed the large dildo, coating it generously with lube, and inserting inside his boyfriend who hissed at the new size invading him, stretching him further.
“That hurts!” Junmyeon hissed painfully. “Take it out! Take it out!”
“It’ll be fine,” Yifan consoled him, stroking Junmyeon’s member to distract him from the pain. “Besides, there’s another surprise.”
“I don’t care! I’m gonna fucking kill you!”
Yifan laughed in amusement before flipping a switch at the end of the dildo.
“Holy fuck!” Junmyeon shrieked in surprise, eyes rolling back as his body trembled along with the vibrations of the dildo each time Yifan thrust it into him.
It fucking vibrated!
“Mm, that feel good?”
“Yes!”
“Then let’s take this up a notch,” Yifan decided, pulling out another contraption and attaching it to Junmyeon’s erected member.
“No, no! Take it off!” Junmyeon screamed loudly, whining as he looked down at the cock ring attached to him. He fought against the handcuffs in frustration as he felt the familiar urgency as his orgasm drew nearer.
“Tsk,” Yifan tutted, grabbing his boyfriend’s hands to still them. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself.”
“I’m going to hurt you if you don’t take that damn thing off of me!”
“Ha, not going to happen just yet,” Yifan laughed and Junmyeon moaned once again, throwing his head back onto the pillows behind me as he writhed beneath his boyfriend, the vibrating dildo driving him crazy.
Yifan watched his boyfriend squirm relentlessly, unable to free himself of the stimulating toy. He looked do beautiful as the slick sheet of sweat on his body glistened in the light. Smirking, wanting to toy with the man more, grabbing another item from his dresser.
Grabbing one of junmyeon’s legs, he wrapped his tie around a thigh before knotting it to the headboard and repeating the process with the other side so that his lover’s legs were spread widely, constricting him from much more movement and leaving his ass exposed.
“W-What are y-you d-doing?” Junmyeon stammered tiredly, trying to be coherent even with the other stimulants impairing him.
Yifan tried to hold in his laughter as Junmyeon upon seeing what other item he had pulled out from the box. Gaping at his boyfriend like he was crazy, he shouted, “Is that a paddle?!”
Without a word, Yifan gave a hard slap on his boyfriend’s exposed behind-careful to avoid the dildo-the slapping of skin resounding in the room along with an aroused moan from the bound male. Yifan smirked at how aroused the both of them were.
“My, my…What a dirty slut you are,” Yifan commented as he slapped Junmyeon’s ass once again, who’s breathy became more ragged in arousal. “Want me to slap you again?”
“Y-Yes,” Junmyeon whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he welcomed the stinging pain. He was surprised at how much of a turn on it was, and fuck, he loved Yifan’s dirty talking to him.
Yifan kept slapping him and turned up the vibration level on the dildo, and only a few moments later Junmyeon was writhing and screaming on the bed.
“Ahhh, fuck! Fuck! F-Fannie, let me cum!” Junmyeon begged, his eyes becoming moistened with desperate tears as he pleaded. He bucked his hips upward in urgency as the pain from the inability to cum began to take its toll.
“Dirty slut, you’re so eager for this. Call me Kris, now,” Yifan commanded, slapping Junmyeon once again.
“K-Kris!” Junmyeon screamed, feeling dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. “P-Please! I want to cum!”
“Not yet,” Kris told him, and Junmyeon wanted to cry. He sobbed in desperation, wriggling his hips around not knowing how much more of this he could take.
Watching his lover’s weak struggling and moaning, Kris began stroking his own aching member, giving a moan at the hot blood pulsing through his appendage. The room was filled with loud moans, clinking metal and vibrations, Kris was sure the elderly neighbors could hear them, but he could care less.
“Kris, you son of a bitch! Touch me!” Junmyeon shrieked at him, tears giving way and spilling over down his cheeks. “P-Please.”
“Patience is a virtue, dear-”
“Fuck that!”
“Such a dirty mouth.” Kris crawled up to level his hard member to Junmyeon’s mouth, pressing it against his lips. “Since you’ve got such a dirty mouth, I’m sure you won’t mind this.”
Junmyeon whimpered before opening his mouth, allowing Kris’ erection to fill it up. He swirled his tongue around the muscle and sucked hard, slightly grazing his teeth along the skin, earning a pleasured groan from the other.
“Fuck, so good,” Kris groaned, slowly pushing his hips back and forth into Junmyeon’s wet mouth, feeling his climax drawing nearer. Junmyeon moaned loudly sending vibrations through his boyfriend, who grabbing his hair roughly. Fuck, this felt so good to him.
It didn’t take long until Kris on veering on the edge, giving quick thrusts before releasing an urgent gasp as he filling Junmyeon’s mouth with his cum. Junmyeon was unsuspecting yet swallowed what shot down his throat, and let the escaped ribbons of white roll down his neck.
Kris petted his boyfriend’s dampened hair, kissing him once before reaching down to remove the cock ring from him.
“Shit, finally! Ahh!” Junmyeon yelled out, sobbing as his lover tugged his hand around his hardened member. “Shit!” he gasped as he came hard, ribbons of cum landing on his stomach. He thrust his hips upwards again, prolonging his orgasm until he collapsed on the bed, his entire body going limp.
Yifan took a small key and removed the handcuffs as well before gently pulling out the dildo still shoved inside the other male. Junmyeon wrapped his arms around the taller man, pulling him close as they laid on the soiled sheets together.
“Mm, sticky,” Junmyeon mumbled tiredly, humming at the sweet sensation of Yifan’s lips pressing kisses along his collar bone.
“Want to take a bath?” Yifan asked him, receiving a small nod before picking up his boyfriend taking him to their bathroom.
“I fucking love you,” Junmyeon sighed as he was placed on the toilet.
Yifan smiled, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss between lovers. “I love you too, babe.”
“…But when I’m feeling better, I’m killing you.”
The next morning while Yifan was cooking them breakfast, Junmyeon went out to get the mail. He smiled friendly as he ran into Mr. and Mrs. Oh, his next door neighbors. “Good morning!” he chirped brightly.
Mrs. Oh giggled madly while her husband choked back a laugh. “Er, good morning, Junmyeon,” he replied back.
“How are you both, today?”
“Oh we’re fine. How are you, sweetie?” Mrs. Oh asked him, trying to sound normal but failed as she erupted into a fit of giggles once more, her husband chuckling along beside her.
Junmyeon looked confused. “…I’m fine.”
“I bet you had a good night. It sounded quite…eventful at your place.”
Junmyeon paled, knowing exactly what the couple was laughing at now. He quickly turned around, scurrying back to his apartment trying to ignore their amused chuckling behind him.
“Wu Yifan, you’re going to die!”
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Pairing: krisho
Genre: Romance, Smut, Drama
Summary: Junmyeon feels he's just an average person, not very exciting and keeps to himself. Yifan is his boyfriend. Yifan is a porn star. Things are starting to get interesting.
Warning: Rated Mature for much sex.
Surprising to Junmyeon, despite the slight rift in his and Yifan’s relationship, they were still together going strong like any couple in love would be. Yifan did in fact end up landing that internship, and with Junmyeon’s valued permission, he was going to continue his jobs in the adult film industry. Just until they stabilized their financial living.
However with this new arrangement, two problems came with it. The first problem being Yifan’s longer hours with cut into their used-to-be private time together; the second problem being Yifan fucked around four people a week, not including Junmyeon.
Junmyeon was still a bit less than pleased knowing that fact.
He never admitted this before, but he became jealous easily.
There were some days when Yifan came home, the two of them would be tending to one another, and Junmyeon would find a couple of scratch marks or hickeys that he didn’t make. Or sometimes Yifan would just be too tired to help him with his own problem and Junmyeon would have to take care of it himself-which wasn’t the end of the world, but it would’ve been much more satisfying if Yifan was the one who took care of it.
Junmyeon was a guy with needs. Plain and simple.
Junmyeon wasn’t the type of person to hold things in. Yifan was fully supportive of this as they both thought honest was important. So with that in mind, the minute Yifan walked in the door of their home, Junmyeon marched up to his boyfriend clad in only his boxers.
“I’m horny.”
Yifan looked at him in question before slipping off his jacket, “Right now? That’s being forward.”
Junmyeon rolled his eyes before grabbing Yifan by his tie-the whole office worker look was so damn sexy right now-and dragged the taller to the bedroom quickly, not being able to hold out much longer. “Strip, Yifan. Now.”
Yifan chuckled, clearly amused by his boyfriend’s forwardness, but did not argue and began unzipping his pants.
“But um, leave the tie on,” Junmyeon stammered before turning around to hide his red face. “But, um, I know you’ve had a long, tiring day…You sure you can get it up?”
“HA!” Yifan guffawed, rolling his eyes. “Is that even a question?” Junmyeon felt his boyfriend’s strong arms wrap around his waist and a much toned, bare torso pressed up against his back. Large hands rubbed up and down along his arms sensually, lips brushing against the skin of his neck.
Junmyeon shivered, moaning slightly when he felt a hardness rub against his backside. “Okay, okay, you’ve made your point,” he gave in breathily. “What are you going to do now?”
A deep chuckle was heard as Yifan’s hands travelled to Junmyeon’s front, fingers crawling beneath his shirt. “Mm, I’m going to give you the attention you’ve been neglected of lately,” Yifan whispered into his ear before placing a kiss against his neck.
Yifan pulled the shirt off completely, leaving Junmyeon’s torso bare as well, and pressed their bodies together as hands caressed each other’s skin. Their lips locked together with their tongues swirling together in a rising passion. Yifan then unzipped his boyfriend’s jeans, allowing the younger to shimmy the clothing down to his ankles before slipping out of them.
“Get on the bed,” Yifan ordered, watching the other clamber onto the bed before grabbing something from underneath the bed, keeping it hidden behind his back.
Yifan kissed Junmyeon again before suggesting an idea, massaging the other male’s appendage through the thin material of his underwear. “Would you like to try something a little different this time?”
Junmyeon shivered at the sultry voice, nodding immediately, completely turned on. “Yeah,” he agreed breathily.
Junmyeon didn’t catch the other’s deep smirk before yelping in surprise when his arms were yanked upward to the headboard. His eyes widened when he heard a faint clicking and looked upward to see a pair of handcuffs around his wrists.
Well, he certainly wasn’t expecting that.
“Yifan! W-What are you doing?!” Junmyeon shrieked, tugging at the handcuffs in distress, already feeling regretful for agreeing to this in the first place.
Yifan smirked wickedly at his helpless lover tied to the bed before yanking his underwear off completely before removing his own. “I’m only trying to make things more interesting,” he said, returning his attention to the mystery box he’d pulled from under the bed and grabbing his HD camera. Junmyeon gulped nervously, not feeling so great about this anymore. “What do you think of being fucked on camera?”
Junmyeon nearly sobbed. He was fucked.
“I-I don’t know about this,” Junmyeon said shakily. “This is more your forte, not mine.”
“But practice makes perfect,” Yifan replied, his voice unusually high as he’d slightly sung his words. What the hell, he was pretty excited about this, wasn’t he? “I bet you’d make a wonderful porn star,” he commented, eyes hungrily grazing over his boyfriend’s exposed body. “You want that? To be my own personal slut?”
Junmyeon shook his head no.
Yifan laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it,” he said before setting up the camera and turning it on. Junmyeon suddenly felt a bit self-conscious when the recording light turned on.
In a way to comfort the other, Yifan climbed back on top of his boyfriend, licking the sensitive skin of his neck, nipping here and there earning pleasured whimpers. He ran his hands all over the other’s body, playing with the little nubs of Junmyeon’s erected nipples.
“Mm, you’re no beautiful,” Yifan sighed as Junmyeon rolled his hips upward, rubbed their erections together, aroused moans filling the room.
“M-More,” Junmyeon pleaded, turned on by the touches.
Yifan smirked. “Mm, I’ve got an idea,” he said teasingly, reaching his hand into his box of treasures and pulling out a long, blue dildo. Junmyeon’s eyes widened at the size.
“U-Um…Yifan, will that even fit?”
Yifan smiled toothily as he grabbed the bottle of lube and coating his long fingers. “You can fit me, can’t you?”
Junmyeon whined at that response, but allowed him lower half be lifted so Yifan could place a pillow underneath him. Everything he thought he wouldn’t do in his life, he was probably going to do it all tonight.
Yifan inserted one finger into his boyfriend, letting his adjust. It felt weird, Junmyeon never quite got used to the feeling. It was uncomfortable. It made him wonder, how often does Yifan bottom? He hummed when he felt a second finger be inserted and proceeded to scissor him, stretching the muscle. A third finger went in and Junmyeon groaned in pain.
Yifan whispered apologies in his ear as he continued to stretch the ring of muscle until Junmyeon moaned as the cluster of finger brushed against his prostate.
Yifan grabbed the large dildo, coating it generously with lube, and inserting inside his boyfriend who hissed at the new size invading him, stretching him further.
“That hurts!” Junmyeon hissed painfully. “Take it out! Take it out!”
“It’ll be fine,” Yifan consoled him, stroking Junmyeon’s member to distract him from the pain. “Besides, there’s another surprise.”
“I don’t care! I’m gonna fucking kill you!”
Yifan laughed in amusement before flipping a switch at the end of the dildo.
“Holy fuck!” Junmyeon shrieked in surprise, eyes rolling back as his body trembled along with the vibrations of the dildo each time Yifan thrust it into him.
It fucking vibrated!
“Mm, that feel good?”
“Yes!”
“Then let’s take this up a notch,” Yifan decided, pulling out another contraption and attaching it to Junmyeon’s erected member.
“No, no! Take it off!” Junmyeon screamed loudly, whining as he looked down at the cock ring attached to him. He fought against the handcuffs in frustration as he felt the familiar urgency as his orgasm drew nearer.
“Tsk,” Yifan tutted, grabbing his boyfriend’s hands to still them. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself.”
“I’m going to hurt you if you don’t take that damn thing off of me!”
“Ha, not going to happen just yet,” Yifan laughed and Junmyeon moaned once again, throwing his head back onto the pillows behind me as he writhed beneath his boyfriend, the vibrating dildo driving him crazy.
Yifan watched his boyfriend squirm relentlessly, unable to free himself of the stimulating toy. He looked do beautiful as the slick sheet of sweat on his body glistened in the light. Smirking, wanting to toy with the man more, grabbing another item from his dresser.
Grabbing one of junmyeon’s legs, he wrapped his tie around a thigh before knotting it to the headboard and repeating the process with the other side so that his lover’s legs were spread widely, constricting him from much more movement and leaving his ass exposed.
“W-What are y-you d-doing?” Junmyeon stammered tiredly, trying to be coherent even with the other stimulants impairing him.
Yifan tried to hold in his laughter as Junmyeon upon seeing what other item he had pulled out from the box. Gaping at his boyfriend like he was crazy, he shouted, “Is that a paddle?!”
Without a word, Yifan gave a hard slap on his boyfriend’s exposed behind-careful to avoid the dildo-the slapping of skin resounding in the room along with an aroused moan from the bound male. Yifan smirked at how aroused the both of them were.
“My, my…What a dirty slut you are,” Yifan commented as he slapped Junmyeon’s ass once again, who’s breathy became more ragged in arousal. “Want me to slap you again?”
“Y-Yes,” Junmyeon whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he welcomed the stinging pain. He was surprised at how much of a turn on it was, and fuck, he loved Yifan’s dirty talking to him.
Yifan kept slapping him and turned up the vibration level on the dildo, and only a few moments later Junmyeon was writhing and screaming on the bed.
“Ahhh, fuck! Fuck! F-Fannie, let me cum!” Junmyeon begged, his eyes becoming moistened with desperate tears as he pleaded. He bucked his hips upward in urgency as the pain from the inability to cum began to take its toll.
“Dirty slut, you’re so eager for this. Call me Kris, now,” Yifan commanded, slapping Junmyeon once again.
“K-Kris!” Junmyeon screamed, feeling dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. “P-Please! I want to cum!”
“Not yet,” Kris told him, and Junmyeon wanted to cry. He sobbed in desperation, wriggling his hips around not knowing how much more of this he could take.
Watching his lover’s weak struggling and moaning, Kris began stroking his own aching member, giving a moan at the hot blood pulsing through his appendage. The room was filled with loud moans, clinking metal and vibrations, Kris was sure the elderly neighbors could hear them, but he could care less.
“Kris, you son of a bitch! Touch me!” Junmyeon shrieked at him, tears giving way and spilling over down his cheeks. “P-Please.”
“Patience is a virtue, dear-”
“Fuck that!”
“Such a dirty mouth.” Kris crawled up to level his hard member to Junmyeon’s mouth, pressing it against his lips. “Since you’ve got such a dirty mouth, I’m sure you won’t mind this.”
Junmyeon whimpered before opening his mouth, allowing Kris’ erection to fill it up. He swirled his tongue around the muscle and sucked hard, slightly grazing his teeth along the skin, earning a pleasured groan from the other.
“Fuck, so good,” Kris groaned, slowly pushing his hips back and forth into Junmyeon’s wet mouth, feeling his climax drawing nearer. Junmyeon moaned loudly sending vibrations through his boyfriend, who grabbing his hair roughly. Fuck, this felt so good to him.
It didn’t take long until Kris on veering on the edge, giving quick thrusts before releasing an urgent gasp as he filling Junmyeon’s mouth with his cum. Junmyeon was unsuspecting yet swallowed what shot down his throat, and let the escaped ribbons of white roll down his neck.
Kris petted his boyfriend’s dampened hair, kissing him once before reaching down to remove the cock ring from him.
“Shit, finally! Ahh!” Junmyeon yelled out, sobbing as his lover tugged his hand around his hardened member. “Shit!” he gasped as he came hard, ribbons of cum landing on his stomach. He thrust his hips upwards again, prolonging his orgasm until he collapsed on the bed, his entire body going limp.
Yifan took a small key and removed the handcuffs as well before gently pulling out the dildo still shoved inside the other male. Junmyeon wrapped his arms around the taller man, pulling him close as they laid on the soiled sheets together.
“Mm, sticky,” Junmyeon mumbled tiredly, humming at the sweet sensation of Yifan’s lips pressing kisses along his collar bone.
“Want to take a bath?” Yifan asked him, receiving a small nod before picking up his boyfriend taking him to their bathroom.
“I fucking love you,” Junmyeon sighed as he was placed on the toilet.
Yifan smiled, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss between lovers. “I love you too, babe.”
“…But when I’m feeling better, I’m killing you.”
The next morning while Yifan was cooking them breakfast, Junmyeon went out to get the mail. He smiled friendly as he ran into Mr. and Mrs. Oh, his next door neighbors. “Good morning!” he chirped brightly.
Mrs. Oh giggled madly while her husband choked back a laugh. “Er, good morning, Junmyeon,” he replied back.
“How are you both, today?”
“Oh we’re fine. How are you, sweetie?” Mrs. Oh asked him, trying to sound normal but failed as she erupted into a fit of giggles once more, her husband chuckling along beside her.
Junmyeon looked confused. “…I’m fine.”
“I bet you had a good night. It sounded quite…eventful at your place.”
Junmyeon paled, knowing exactly what the couple was laughing at now. He quickly turned around, scurrying back to his apartment trying to ignore their amused chuckling behind him.
“Wu Yifan, you’re going to die!”
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