The Porn Star Boyfriend (4/11)
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.
It was a rare happening when Yifan had the day off, and fortunately for him it was a Monday. It was a well-deserved day of rest for him, working all days of the week regularly. Even his gig at the adult film industry wasn’t the easiest. Sex several times a day could be difficult and sometimes it just wasn’t satisfying-some of his partners were very unappealing-and the fluffers just didn’t have a mouth like Junmyeon’s. Hell, none of his professional partners were nowhere near as good as Junmyeon.
Which brings him to his current predicament in the bathroom after waking up to an empty bed. He hated having a day off during a week day. It sucked. All he wanted was to wake up to his lovely boyfriend and admire his sleeping form (and maybe get a good fuck but that’s just his dick talking).
Yifan turned the water in the shower and undressed as he waited for the water to heat up. He could feel the blood pulsing in his hard dick, rising anticipation making it twitch.
The thought of Junmyeon’s hot mouth taking him in was enough to make his throbbing member eager to be touched. Fuck, why of all days did Junmyeon have to work this particular one?
And then Kris had an idea. A wonderful, spectacular idea that could definitely get him in trouble with his partner later, but fuck it all he was too damn horny and he was very eager to try it.
He grabbed his phone quickly, dialing Junmyeon’s number with flying fingers and giggled evilly to himself as he listened to the phone ring.
“Hello?” Junmyeon answered. “Yifan?”
“Hey, baby,” Yifan replied merrily. “How are you? You busy right now?”
“I’m good. The kids are at recess right now so I’m just getting some work activities ready. How are you baby?”
“Extremely horny,” Yifan said smugly, gently fingering his erection with his free hand.
He nearly laughed when he heard Junmyeon’s stammer. “W-Well you should…take care of that then…”
“Mm, yes I suppose, but my hand ain’t got nothing on that perky mouth of yours,” Yifan teased him, moaning at the end as he stroked his slit.
Junmyeon nervously glanced at the door of his classroom and took a quick peek out the window before returning his attention to the door. “Are you fu-freaking kidding me, Yifan? You’re seriously calling me at work to…talk to me?” he asked incredulously. He could hardly believe this man.
Yifan just loved the way Junmyeon’s voice sounded, his strict tone sending shivers down his spine and blood rush to his hardened member.
“Admit it, you’re flattered that I want you so badly.”
“I…W-Well, go take care of your problem.”
“Talk to me for a bit,” Yifan pressed on.
He smiled when he heard Junmyeon sigh heavily on the other line. “Yifan, this really isn’t the time-”
“I wish you were here right now. I’d take you right now in the bathroom and bend you over the counter.”
“Yifan! Seriously-”
“And I’d lick your precious hole. I love the way it looks so inviting to me.”
“Yifan, recess is going to end soon.”
“Would you like that, Myeonnie? I bet it turns you on, thinking about it. I bet you want to watch in the mirror as I fuck you hard-”
“Yifan!” Junmyeon gasped, feeling paranoid that he was having this conversation at his work place, but shit he felt so turned on right now and that was just so wrong yet so right. “L-Look, as appealing as this sounds, but now isn’t the time.”
“….But you’re turned on right?”
“….We can…do something when I get home alright?” Junmyeon compromised just before the bell rang signaling the end of recess. “Look, I gotta go-”
“I’ll see you when you come home. Have a good day, baby,” Yifan sang to Junmyeon, chuckling as he pressed the ‘end’ button on his phone before hopping into the ready shower.
Tonight would be interesting.
“Yifan!” Junmyeon yelled one he entered the home, dropping his bags and tossing off his jacket.
“In the kitchen!” Yifan answered and Junmyeon stormed into the room.
“Wu Yifan, you have a lot of explaining to do-what the hell are you wearing?” Junmyeon gasped as soon as he laid eyes on his boyfriend.
Yifan set down the hot pan onto the counter before closing the oven door. He turned to his boyfriend, a knowing grin crawling on his face when he say Junmyeon gaping at him. “Do you mean this?” he asked, motioning to the material tied around his waist.
Junmyeon nodded silently, still gaping at him.
“It’s an apron,” Yifan answered, patting the front. “I wouldn’t want to get any food on myself, would I?” Yifan smirked at Junmyeon’s tinted red cheeks. “But you probably wouldn’t mind that too much, would you?”
Junmyeon gulped, struggling to keep his eyes anywhere than at his nearly naked boyfriend-the man wasn’t even wearing pants! He’d come home with every intention of scolding his boyfriend for calling him earlier and now he couldn’t even do that. Why did he have to have such an attractive boyfriend?
“Um…W-What did you make?” Junmyeon stammered, trying not to ogle the nearly naked man in front of him.
Yifan motioned to the hot pan on the counter. “Lasagna. Granted, I bought it at the store so I’m not sure how good it will be…You ready to eat?”
“Um…”
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Yifan remembered, taking a step towards Junmyeon before wrapping him in a hug and placing a kiss on his forehead. “Welcome home, love.”
Junmyeon couldn’t take it anymore. He growled as he reached upward to pull Yifan’s face to his, kissing the taller man passionately, molding into an embrace as Yifan pulled him closer. “Can we take this to our room?” he questioned, gasping as he felt Yifan nip at the sensitive skin of his neck.
He heard Yifan chuckle before answering, “Why not right here?” Yifan grabbed Junmyeon’s waist, pulling the younger over to the table, which was conveniently cleared of dishes, before picking him up and resting his bum on the table. “It’s dinner time, correct? So, I want to eat you up right here.”
Junmyeon grinned before lying down with Yifan clambering on top of him. “You planned this, didn’t you?”
“Whatever do you mean? I just wanted to share a nice meal with you.”
Junmyeon untied the apron around Yifan’s waist before throwing it to the ground just as Yifan began working on Junmyeon’s clothing, peeling off the material layer by layer until he was in his birthday suit.
“Your skin is so soft,” Yifan commented as he caressed Junmyeon naked skin, touch the younger everywhere he could, notably exciting the other. “Why don’t we just skip dinner and go straight to dessert?”
Junmyeon looked at him confused as Yifan got down from the table. “W-Where are you going?”
Yifan returned just a short moment later with a pint of chocolate ice cream and a spoon, smirking down at the other male. Yifan pecked his lips before saying, “You like chocolate right?”
“Um…yes?”
Yifan picked up Junmyeon’s tie, which he’s thrown off of him earlier, and brought to Junmyeon’s eyes, tying the fabric around his head. “Just relax, I’ll make you feel good,” Yifan instructed, opening up the container of chocolate ice cream.
Yifan took a spoonful of ice cream and dapped it onto each of Junmyeon’s erect nipples, earning a gasp from the other at the sudden cold temperature. Yifan repeated the process several times no Junmyeon torso and collarbone until most of the ice cream had melted down. Yifan then knelt down, flicking his tongue over the melted treat making sure to lick it all up.
Junmyeon squirmed at the sensation, rolling his hips upward to his boyfriend, rubbing their erections together. “Ahh,” he moaned as Yifan licked his body, loving the feeling of the elder’s tongue on him.
“The blindfold makes it so your sense of touch is more intense,” Yifan mumbled as he took another spoonful of ice cream, this time placing it on Junmyeon’s abdomen, close to his hardened member.
“Oh-frick, that is really cold,” Junmyeon whined, whimpering when Yifan lapped up that mess as well, his hot breath hitting Junmyeon’s standing member.
“I think you’re enjoying this,” Yifan chuckled before placing ice cream on the tip of his boyfriend’s standing erection, liking the way Junmyeon threw his head to the side as his breathing become further ragged.
“G-Get that too,” Junmyeon pleaded, wondering why his boyfriend wasn’t touching him.
“I’m waiting for it to melt more,” Yifan answered, smirking at Junmyeon’s whines.
Junmyeon groaned in frustration, throwing his arm out to hit the elder but sulked when his hand met only air, as Yifan was out of his reach. Yifan grabbed his hand, placing a kiss on his palm. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, though making sure the other could hear him still.
Junmyeon huffed, turning his head away to hide his blush before mumbling, “S-Stop that…J-Just touch me p-please.”
Yifan smiled before doing as he was told, licking the other’s shaft clean of melted chocolate ice cream. Junmyeon’s hands made their way to Yifan’s hair, finger tangling themselves in it to tug on it lightly as he enjoyed the feeling of Yifan’s mouth on him.
“Fuck!” Junmyeon hissed as Yifan took him whole, deep throating him with deep moans that sent shivers up his lover’s body. Yifan continued bobbing his head up and down his shaft, fondling his sensitive balls. Junmyeon was close when Yifan pulled away with a pop, Junmyeon whining at not being allowed to cum just yet.
Yifan pulled Junmyeon’s hips up, exposing the other’s tight welcoming whole. “You’re pink hole looks so inviting,” Yifan all but growled, rimming the ring of tight muscles with his tongue, making Junmyeon squirm in anticipation. Yifan flicked his tongue in and out of the hole as to coat the area well, gripping onto his lover’s hips tightly as the other trembled.
“Mm, Y-Yifan, just do it now,” Junmyeon begged blindly, feeling immensely hot in his arousal.
“I haven’t even stretched you yet,” Yifan said gently.
Junmyeon whined loudly in frustration. “I don’t care, I want you!” he exclaimed, rubbing his own nipples. “P-Please, hurry!”
Yifan crawled back up to kiss Junmyeon passionately, massaging their tongues together as he poured his desire and need into the kiss. Yifan squeaked-very manly, of course-when Junmyeon unexpectedly squeezed his hard cock.
“O-Okay, just a second,” Yifan gave in, giving his lover one more kiss before kneeling in between the other’s legs. He pulled Junmyeon’s hips further upward, aligning himself at his entrance. He comfortingly rubbed Junmyeon’s thighs as he pushed in slowly, careful not to hurt the other.
Junmyeon clutched at the sides of the table, knuckles turning white at the tightness he was gripping at it with. Yifan whispered gentle words of love and making sure he didn’t cause the younger too much pain. Once in all the way, Yifan leaned down one more and wrapped his arms around Junmyeon’s small waist, decorating the other’s face with sweet kisses.
“Y-You can move now,” Junmyeon permitted him after a while, breathing deeply to calm himself. Yifan kissed him one last time before pulling out slightly and gentle pushing back in, moaning at the tightness that sucked him in.
“Shit, you’re always so tight for me,” Yifan muttered as he thrust into the smaller male at a slow pace to start out. He continued like this for several moments before Junmyeon rolled his hips upwards to meet his boyfriend’s thrusts, releasing small whimpers, his pain morphing into pleasure.
Junmyeon suddenly shouted out, throwing his head back and accidently knocking his head on the table top, “Fuck!”
“You okay?” Yifan looked to him concerned, stopping his movement to make sure his boyfriend was fine.
“Yes, don’t stop! At t-that spot!” Junmyeon yelled, slamming a hand against the table to emphasize his need.
Yifan continued, thrust his hips at just the right angle that sent Junmyeon into flurry of pleasure moans and whines. “Un, Myeon I love y-”
“Aahh, harder! There!” Junmyeon screeched, cutting Yifan off making the other laugh at his neediness. Yifan pounded into him, balls slapping against on another’s as Yifan grasped Junmyeon’s hardened length, pumping it in time with their movements.
Just a few short moments later, Yifan shot his load into Junmyeon’s cavern, groaning loudly. Junmyeon gasped at the feeling of hot stickiness within him and came hard soon after, a ribbon of white cum releasing onto his stomach.
The two panted heavily, Yifan pulling the other close in an embrace, not caring about the sticky mess between them. Yifan untied the fabric covering Junmyeon’s eyes, discarded the material to marvel at Junmyeon’s heavy-lidded eyes.
Junmyeon giggled as he came down from his high, “You should pull out before you get hard again.”
Yifan chuckled in reply as he did so, both groaning at the loss of closeness. “That was fun,” Yifan said.
“I’m surprised the table didn’t break. It’s not exactly the sturdiest.”
“We should get down then,” Yifan decided, clambering off the wood object before helping Junmyeon down as well. “Do you want to eat now?”
“God, yeah I’m starving. But um…can we eat in the bed?” Junmyeon asked, rubbing his lower back. “My ass it extremely sore.”
“You told me to take you raw,” Yifan argued, plating the two of them their cooled down food before following his limping boyfriend to their room.
“Yeah, well I’d say that’s your fault,” Junmyeon laughed, climbing into the bed.
“It’s not my fault! You’re just too irresistible-” A loud crash from the kitchen, interrupting the man. Yifan took a peek into the kitchen before busting out in laughter, returning to report to his concerned boyfriend. “T-That would be the table,” he said, making the other join in with the laughter, finding the situation hilarious.
They were gonna have to buy a new table.
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