The Porn Star Boyfriend (7/11)

Apr 01, 2015 18:19

The Porn Star Boyfriend (7/11)
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.

Junmyeon, not long after having dated Yifan, knew he was going to be with the elder man for a long, long time. Possibly forever, if there was such a thing. Even before he found out about the porn and the mind-blowing sex, Junmyeon was so in love with the man there was no way he could imagine his life without him anymore.

And now, officially eleven months into their relationship, Junmyeon was sure there was a forever and that they'd both live happily together that way.

However, caught up in his busy life filled with work, life with Yifan, and amazing intimate activities with him, Junmyeon forgot about his other duties he was supposed to have.

Being a good son who called his mother every Sunday being one of them.

Junmyeon wasn't so surprised his mother had called him, but what did unnerve him was the fact that he'd always managed to miss her calls over the past few months until today when she's called him during his lunch hour.

"Kim Junmyeon, do you know how worried I've been about you?" Mrs. Kim scolded holed only son over the phone.

"I know, mom, I'm sorry I haven't been in touch," Junmyeon apologized profusely, feeling bad.

There was a pregnant pause, but after several moments, Junmyeon heard his mother speak once more.

"Well?"

Junmyeon didn't catch on. "Well, what?"

"Goodness, Junmyeon, seriously. Care to enlighten me on what my son has been so busy and distracted with to think about calling his own mother?"

Junmyeon's face flushed upon hearing her tone. "Like I said, mom, I'm sorry. I've just been caught up with work and then there's Yifan and he's also been busy with work--"

"Who is this Yifan?"

Junmyeon froze.

Oh shit.

Of course, leave it to him to forget informing his parents about his relationship. How did he manage to not tell them, his own parents, about his almost one year long relationship?

"Oh...Well, Yifan would be my boyfriend."

Silence fell over them once more and Junmyeon actually had to ask his mother if she was still on the other end. She was.

"Excuse me, but did you just say you're dating someone?"

"Yes..."

"So you're not interested in a coffee date with Mrs. Byun's son which I was going to offer you?"

"Actually, I don’t think Baekhyun is even gay. I think Mrs. Byun should consider Mrs. Kim’s daughter, Taeyeon, as a potential daughter-in-law instead. Besides, Baekhyun isn’t exactly my type anyway."

"And this Yifan is? His name isn't Korean, is he Chinese?"

"Chinese-Canadian. Mom, he's amazing and just perfect," Junmyeon gushed, resting a hand on his heart to feel it racing.

"Dear, you sound like a teenaged girl."

Junmyeon chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Yes, I suppose I do a bit..."

"It's nice though. I haven't heard you talk about any of your past boyfriends that way. You two must be pretty serious. How long have you been dating?"

"Oh...," Junmyeon muttered, feeling hesitant but decided to just come clean. "It's been eleven months now..."

"Excuse me, boy?" his mother's sharp tone cut him off. Junmyeon felt like he was a young boy again about to reprimanded for tracking mud into the house.

Junmyeon sighed, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but--"

"You're damn right you should be sorry," Mrs. Kim scolded him once again. "You're my son and I should know everything about you, especially if you're in a serious relationship. It's been nearly a year and I haven't met this Yifan. What do you have to say for yourself, young man?"

Junmyeon bit his lip. "...Invite him to dinner at home?"

"Exactly. I'm glad you have at least some brains left in that pretty head of yours. Be here on Saturday. I'll see you then."

Mrs. Kim hung up after that leaving her son to collapse over his desk, already feeling tired from the phone call. Dinner should be interesting. He wondered of Yifan would even survive through the introductions.

Correction, would he survive through the introductions?

The upcoming Saturday came quickly, and the couple had to wake up early in the morning to begin their venture to Junmyeon's parents' house. It was a four hour trip and the two had to take the train over, but the time was well spent as the pair cuddled in their seats.

Though Junmyeon had to pinch his mischievous boyfriend's ear when the elder tried to initiate something a little too "playful" for a train ride where they were surrounded by families.

It all seemed like fun and games, the two of them having a splendid time together as they ventured to Junmyeon's childhood home, but as soon as they were walking up to the doorstep, Yifan began to regret his decision to accept the dinner invitation.

"They're going to hate me."

Junmyeon looked exasperated as he responded in a hushed tone, "They're not going to hate you."

"They probably know who I am. They've probably seen my movies."

"Ew, no, they don't watch those kinds of things."

"You don't know that."

"Shut up, that's gross. I don't want to think about that."

Yifan abruptly turned around on the porch. “Let’s just say you got the stomach flu and that we couldn’t make it.”

“No!” Junmyeon snapped at him, yanking his boyfriend back around by his arm. “We came all the way here, so we’re going to meet them. Besides, I haven’t seen my parents in a long time…”

Yifan looked down at his boyfriend’s pouting face.

Jesus, Junmyeon shouldn’t be allowed to do that.

“…Fine,” Yifan sighed, shoulders slumped in defeat.

Junmyeon smiled and leaned upward to place a grateful peck on his lover’s cheek. “Thanks, baby. Now, let’s get this over with―”

“Okay, you two are taking too long,” Mrs. Kim interrupted them as she swung the front door open, making the two boys jump apart in surprise. “As sweet as you both were being, I’m an impatient woman.”

Mrs. Kim grabbed his son and pulled him into a tight hug, which Junmyeon happily returned. It was nice seeing his mother again after so long.

“I missed you, mom.”

“I missed you too, sweetie. Your hair grew longer,” she commented, stroking her son’s slightly longer hair. It made him look more mature, that’s for sure. She turned her attention to the taller male beside her who looked extremely nervous. “You must be Yifan?”

Yifan bowed to her respectfully. “Y-Yes, ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Junmyeon wanted to snort as how nervous his boyfriend was being. It was completely out of character for him.

"Sweetie, why don't you show Yifan your old bedroom," Mrs. Kim suggested to her son as she began clearing off the table.

"Maybe after we help clean up," Yifan countered as he gathered the plates before getting the top of his hand smacked by the lady.

"No, I have this handled. I'll get my husband to help. Junmyeon, give Yifan a tour."

Junmyeon grabbed his boyfriend's hand and practically dragged him out of the dining room. They climbed up the stairs and down a hall, walking at a slow pace.

"Your parents are really nice," Yifan told her boyfriend, who nodded.

"I suppose they are but they can be really embarrassing."

Yifan shrugged. "Still, you seemed to have lived fairly comfortably."

Junmyeon smiled. "My father worked hard to buy my mother this house," he explained. He felt of a sense of pride as he thought of his father. When he was a young child, he remembered wishing to grow up to be just like the elder Kim.

Yifan could see how much his boyfriend loved his parents.

"They're lucky to have you as a son," he blurted out, causing Junmyeon to look at him abruptly.

"Heh," Junmyeon chuckled, embarrassed. "No. I'm just lucky to have them."

Neither walked along the hallway, the pair of them falling silent together. Junmyeon could see the forced look on Yifan's face in the dimly lit area.

"What about your parents?" Junmyeon asked the taller man who looked gloomy.

Yifan forced a grin. "They're in the past, far behind me," he told him. "They're really not worth knowing about."

"But still, I'm curious..."

Yifan sighed, gladly welcoming the hand Junmyeon offered as support.

"Well, I guess my mother wasn't terrible...,” Yifan pondered aloud with a heavy sigh that emitted such frustration. “Even though she never truly treated me like a son, she was around at least. It’s mostly just my father who I hold resentment for. If he died, I don’t think I’d care-”

“No, don’t say that,” Junmyeon countered, biting his lip anxiously to try covering the shock of hearing his boyfriend say such a thing.

“It’s true, though,” Yifan insisted, looking sullen. “He was a douche bag to my mother, to me, and basically just everyone. He’s a drunken loser who I’ve cut out of my life. I left home when I was young because I knew if I’d stayed there, I’d become just as bitter as he was.”

Junmyeon was silent as he let that sink in. Yifan had a difficult childhood, but he didn’t let that drag him down or stop living. Junmyeon realized then just how strong his boyfriend was he felt pride in the other.

Junmyeon took Yifan by the arm and dragged him further down the hall a ways before pushed the taller man into a room, causing the elder to stumble a bit.

Yifan’s eyes widened as he gathered his surroundings. The walls were a light colored blue with magazine clippings of kittens and photography of Mexico. There was a bookshelf in the corner stuffed with books ranging from knot-tying to race cars. He spotted a dresser against the wall farthest from him littered with Pororo stickers and random scribbles with permanent marker. It was a childish room filled with random knickknacks and toys, and it was all so weird and perfect, and he knew exactly who this room belonged to.

“This is your childhood bedroom,” Yifan chuckled as he continued to stare around the room, looking astounded. The room was random, there things that decorated the room were nothing entirely unique, and there was no theme like how their bedroom was at home. However, everything about it screamed “Junmyeon” and that’s what made it so wonderful and intriguing.

“It’s nothing special,” Junmyeon said rather quietly, “But this was my favorite place. There was a lot I could do in here.”

“I like it,” Yifan told him. He truly special, being allowed to enter a place with so much meaning, even if it was just a simple bedroom.

“Sometimes I was in here so much while growing up. I didn’t even leave for meals, only for the bathroom. I would study a lot, because I was nerdy and had no social life, but aside from actual school work, I’d read about photography and architecture or just random things like that. For a while, I was certain I’d become an Archaeologist.”

“But now you’re a kindergarten teacher, and I think that suits you well.”

Yifan turned to look back at his boyfriend and was slightly taken aback at how close he was. He hadn’t realized Junmyeon had been inching closer to him while they were talking.

And Yifan most certainly hadn’t been anticipating for Junmyeon to start lightly pulling at his nice sweater.

“Um…Junmyeon?” Yifan gulped.

“I don’t think you realize how crazy you were driving me when we were downstairs.”

“When we were having a conversing with your parents?”

“Yeah,” Junmyeon clarified, grinning deviously up at Yifan. “I’m not sure what it was, but you just seemed way more…I don’t know, but I had to escape to the bathroom at one point to hide my boner.”

Yifan snorted, surprised Junmyeon even told him that. Junmyeon was definitely becoming less shy recently. Not that he had a problem with that.

“So now here we are, alone in your bedroom with the door closed. You’re trying to peel my clothes off and I can feel something hard pressing into my leg and I’m pretty sure it’s not your phone. Is this your subtle way to saying you want to get into my pants right now?”

“You’re talking way too much right now,” Junmyeon said sharply, his tone becoming huskier as he pressed their clothed bodies together.

Yifan wanted to take his boyfriend so badly right now, but they were visiting the younger man’s parents right now. He sighed heavily, knowing better to stop this right now.

“You’re parents are right downstairs,” Yifan said sternly, gently pushing Junmyeon away.

Junmyeon came right back, with far more force than before, and grabbed at Yifan’s belt buckle. “I don’t care. I’ve been waiting to have you for a few hours now, and I can’t take it any longer! We can be quiet, they won’t know-”

Yifan suddenly laughed, cutting Junmyeon off. “Do you realize how juvenile this is? Teenagers do this kind of thing!” he gasped out in between laughs as the realization hit him.

Junmyeon nervously laughed along, for once actually seeming a bit embarrassed. “I know, and this is actually a fantasy I’ve had for a long time now.”

“Really?”

Junmyeon’s face flushed a deep red and he pressed his face against the taller man’s broad chest, his heart beating fast. “Let’s just do this fast. My parents are downstairs, after all.”

Yifan smirked, his groin already hardening as Junmyeon sank down on his knees. There was something about this he wasn’t sure they should be doing, but it was thrilling nonetheless. Besides, he’s done it in worse places.

And so, buzzing on adrenaline, Junmyeon gets work. He expertly removes Yifan’s belt and yanks down the trousers along with the blue boxers, and Yifan’s member springs up. He already hard and that makes Junmyeon want to laugh-he supposes Yifan is a “professional.”

Yifan exhales deeply as Junmyeon’s hand grasps the base and his pert mouth wraps around his throbbing appendage. Yifan leans back to sit down on the bed so it’s more comfortable and his hands are clutching at the green comforter.

Junmyeon swirls his tongue around, lapping up the salty precum that’s already leaking from the slit. He then sucks hard and feels giddy as he hears Yifan grunt in pleasure. It’s paying off being Yifan’s partner; he’s getting good at this.

“Junmyeon,” Yifan gasps as he pushes Junmyeon away gently by the shoulders. “Get up here,” he demands and Junmyeon is getting on the bed immediately. They both tug at the teacher’s pants, removing all the materials covering his lower region. Junmyeon hisses at the air hitting his exposed member.

Yifan lies down on his side and tells Junmyeon to do the same and face the other, and Junmyeon complies, already knowing what the elder wants. Junmyeon whimpers slightly when he feels the elder taking his throbbing erection into his mouth, but tries not to be loud. He remembers that Yifan’s erection is in his face as well, and gets back to work.

Slurps and moans are the only sound between them as they pair gets off together. Junmyeon shudders pleasantly as Yifan’s finger is rimming his anal hole, though not entering. He wants more, but they’re trying to be quick.

And then the familiar sensation of pleasure pooling in his abdomen works him and his muscles spasm beneath Yifan’s touches. Junmyeon removes his mouth from Yifan’s members, but continues to whack him off as he bites his own lip to conceal his haggard pants and moans.

Yifan sucks especially hard then and Junmyeon looses it, releasing his cum into the elder’s mouth who laps it up hungrily. Yifan pulls away from his boyfriend and takes over for his boyfriend to touch himself, watching his lover bask in the afterglow of his high, and it doesn’t take long for Yifan to finish. Soon enough, he cums after a grunt, spilling his load on Junmyeon’s face and

After a moment of reveling in the pleasure high, Yifan quickly grabs his phone and snaps a picture of Junmyeon.

Junmyeon cracks open an eye and stares pointedly at his boyfriend. “Did you just take a picture of my cum-covered face?”

Yifan smirks. “May~be,” sings playfully, dragging out the word. He then grabs some tissues off the nightstand and wipes off the mess from Junmyeon’s face. “So, did this live up to your fantasy?”

Junmyeon is all smiles and Yifan just wants to kiss him because he thinks his boyfriend is so beautiful when he’s like this.

“It was even better than I thought it would be,” Junmyeon says and Yifan is happy he’s satisfied his lover.

“We should go back downstairs before your parents come searching for us,” Yifan tells him, getting up from the bed to grab their pants off the floor. “I still want to make a good impression.”

“You’re doing great,” Junmyeon reassures him, zipping his pants before wrapping his arms around the taller man. “They can tell I’m happy with you.”

Yifan gives a chaste kiss to his lover before pulling from the room and down the hall again.

“Good. Because I’m going to keep you happy for a very long time.”

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drama, krisho, smut, romance, suho, multi chapter, chapter seven, kris, mature, junmyeon, wu yifan, the porn star boyfriend

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