The Porn Star Boyfriend (11/11)
The Porn Star Boyfriend (11/11)
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.
Sunday was a wonderful day to Junmyeon, his favorite day of the week usually. Yifan, as of recently, wouldn’t have to work Sundays and of course neither did he himself, and most Sunday mornings were spent cuddling in bed until they simply couldn’t lie around anymore. Typically, he’d sleep until the light shining through the windows woke him up and he’d be have arms wrapped around him. Occasionally, which included this particular day as well, Junmyeon would awake in overwhelming pleasure and Yifan got him off and very quickly cumming into Yifan’s hand. Fuck, that morning was especially satisfying as Yifan teased his tight hole with his finger.
Junmyeon shook away the recent memory before he got hard again, and quickly finished showering. Yifan was in the kitchen fixing breakfast for the both of them, and Junmyeon could smell the sweet aroma from the bathroom. He quickly finished up and padded into the kitchen, all dressed for the day and was greeted to waffles on the table.
“Look at you, Mr. Domestic,” Junmyeon teased as he took a spot at the table across from his boyfriend who rolled his eyes in response.
“Is that your way of expressing gratitude?” Yifan laughed.
“I was getting there.”
Yifan leaned over the table and captured his boyfriend’s lips for a chaste kiss. “You’re looking quite wonderful today. Beautiful in fact, if I do say so myself.”
“I appreciate the flattery,” Junmyeon chuckled, “But I have a feeling you’re going somewhere with this…?”
“Caught me,” Yifan confessed, his hands held up in surrender. Standing up, he snatched a paper hidden on top of the fridge (which was a great hiding spot since Junmyeon could barely reach the top of it) before handing it over for his partner to see.
"What's this?" Junmyeon asked, motioning at the paper in his hands.
Yifan smiled excitedly, "Read it and find out."
Yifan watched in anticipation as his boyfriend glanced over the document he'd received from the company his internship was sponsored through, resting his chin atop of his clasped hands on the table. A tingling commotion in his belly rippled as he watched Junmyeon's face go from confusion, to shock, to sheer glee.
"You're being offered a full time position?!" Junmyeon shrieked, eyes shining as brightly as the sun while Yifan nodded in confirmation. "Baby, that's fantastic! Oh, I'm so happy for you!"
Jumping up from his chair, Junmyeon skipped over and hopped onto Yifan's laps, throwing his arms around the taller man and pressing their lips together. Yifan held his boyfriend tightly, enjoying the wild pounding of Junmyeon's heart with their chests pressed together closely.
"I'm quitting porn," he managed to utter with Junmyeon still pressing excited kisses against his mouth.
Junmyeon pulled away quickly, shock setting in now. "Really? You're sure you want to?"
"Of course I want to," Yifan told him, allowing Junmyeon to pull away. "I told you, as soon as I was able, I would quit and now I am. I don't want you to have to share me anymore."
Yifan brought a hand up to cup Junmyeon's cheek, who gently leaned into the touch.
Junmyeon smiled at the sweet gesture, feeling touched from Yifan's words as he recalled the words they shared months ago when he first found out about Yifan's profession. "I'm really happy, baby," he whispered, running his hands over Yifan's clothed torso.
Yifan smiled. "Upon getting this new job, I'm going to be making a steady salary with it. So, now I have a proposal," he said, snatching one of Junmyeon's moving hands and holding it tightly. He smirked at Junmyeon's puzzled expression as he lightly massaged his boyfriend's ring finger. "I think we should take the next step and get married."
Junmyeon gaped. "You...what?"
"I want to be your husband, Junmyeon," Yifan said more confidently, staring into Junmyeon's shocked eyes. "Really, we're pretty much married already. All that's missing is a piece of paper and a set of rings."
Junmyeon didn't need to answer, he just wrapped his arms around Yifan once more in a tight embrace. "I fucking love you."
"So you'll marry me?"
"Yes, idiot," Junmyeon giggled, pulling back again to kiss his lover on the lips. He rubbed his bum against Yifan's lap, earning a groan. "Breakfast can wait, right?" he asked mischievously, smirking as he ran his hands along Yifan's back. "Because I am in much need of a cock up my ass."
"You're definitely not the same Junmyeon I knew seven months ago," Yifan said as he picked up the smaller man, letting Junmyeon his legs around his waist as they made their way back to the bedroom.
"That Junmyeon was afraid you'd think I was too eager for sex, before I knew you were sort of an expert."
"En expert, huh?" Yifan teased, doing the eyebrow thing Junmyeon liked so much. "I think you've just inflated my ego a bit more."
Junymeon rolled his eyes as he dropped onto the bed and unzipped his jeans. "Yeah? Well, why don't you prove to me how skilled you are?"
"Patience," Yifan chastised, pushing Junmyeon onto his back, kissing along his smooth neck.
"Let's take this slow for now. I don't need you cumming before I even get to what I wanted to do to you."
Junmyeon grabbed Yifan's face and stole a chaste kiss. "I can't wait to marry you."
Yifan smiled.
"Neither can I."
Previous Chapter
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.
Sunday was a wonderful day to Junmyeon, his favorite day of the week usually. Yifan, as of recently, wouldn’t have to work Sundays and of course neither did he himself, and most Sunday mornings were spent cuddling in bed until they simply couldn’t lie around anymore. Typically, he’d sleep until the light shining through the windows woke him up and he’d be have arms wrapped around him. Occasionally, which included this particular day as well, Junmyeon would awake in overwhelming pleasure and Yifan got him off and very quickly cumming into Yifan’s hand. Fuck, that morning was especially satisfying as Yifan teased his tight hole with his finger.
Junmyeon shook away the recent memory before he got hard again, and quickly finished showering. Yifan was in the kitchen fixing breakfast for the both of them, and Junmyeon could smell the sweet aroma from the bathroom. He quickly finished up and padded into the kitchen, all dressed for the day and was greeted to waffles on the table.
“Look at you, Mr. Domestic,” Junmyeon teased as he took a spot at the table across from his boyfriend who rolled his eyes in response.
“Is that your way of expressing gratitude?” Yifan laughed.
“I was getting there.”
Yifan leaned over the table and captured his boyfriend’s lips for a chaste kiss. “You’re looking quite wonderful today. Beautiful in fact, if I do say so myself.”
“I appreciate the flattery,” Junmyeon chuckled, “But I have a feeling you’re going somewhere with this…?”
“Caught me,” Yifan confessed, his hands held up in surrender. Standing up, he snatched a paper hidden on top of the fridge (which was a great hiding spot since Junmyeon could barely reach the top of it) before handing it over for his partner to see.
"What's this?" Junmyeon asked, motioning at the paper in his hands.
Yifan smiled excitedly, "Read it and find out."
Yifan watched in anticipation as his boyfriend glanced over the document he'd received from the company his internship was sponsored through, resting his chin atop of his clasped hands on the table. A tingling commotion in his belly rippled as he watched Junmyeon's face go from confusion, to shock, to sheer glee.
"You're being offered a full time position?!" Junmyeon shrieked, eyes shining as brightly as the sun while Yifan nodded in confirmation. "Baby, that's fantastic! Oh, I'm so happy for you!"
Jumping up from his chair, Junmyeon skipped over and hopped onto Yifan's laps, throwing his arms around the taller man and pressing their lips together. Yifan held his boyfriend tightly, enjoying the wild pounding of Junmyeon's heart with their chests pressed together closely.
"I'm quitting porn," he managed to utter with Junmyeon still pressing excited kisses against his mouth.
Junmyeon pulled away quickly, shock setting in now. "Really? You're sure you want to?"
"Of course I want to," Yifan told him, allowing Junmyeon to pull away. "I told you, as soon as I was able, I would quit and now I am. I don't want you to have to share me anymore."
Yifan brought a hand up to cup Junmyeon's cheek, who gently leaned into the touch.
Junmyeon smiled at the sweet gesture, feeling touched from Yifan's words as he recalled the words they shared months ago when he first found out about Yifan's profession. "I'm really happy, baby," he whispered, running his hands over Yifan's clothed torso.
Yifan smiled. "Upon getting this new job, I'm going to be making a steady salary with it. So, now I have a proposal," he said, snatching one of Junmyeon's moving hands and holding it tightly. He smirked at Junmyeon's puzzled expression as he lightly massaged his boyfriend's ring finger. "I think we should take the next step and get married."
Junmyeon gaped. "You...what?"
"I want to be your husband, Junmyeon," Yifan said more confidently, staring into Junmyeon's shocked eyes. "Really, we're pretty much married already. All that's missing is a piece of paper and a set of rings."
Junmyeon didn't need to answer, he just wrapped his arms around Yifan once more in a tight embrace. "I fucking love you."
"So you'll marry me?"
"Yes, idiot," Junmyeon giggled, pulling back again to kiss his lover on the lips. He rubbed his bum against Yifan's lap, earning a groan. "Breakfast can wait, right?" he asked mischievously, smirking as he ran his hands along Yifan's back. "Because I am in much need of a cock up my ass."
"You're definitely not the same Junmyeon I knew seven months ago," Yifan said as he picked up the smaller man, letting Junmyeon his legs around his waist as they made their way back to the bedroom.
"That Junmyeon was afraid you'd think I was too eager for sex, before I knew you were sort of an expert."
"En expert, huh?" Yifan teased, doing the eyebrow thing Junmyeon liked so much. "I think you've just inflated my ego a bit more."
Junymeon rolled his eyes as he dropped onto the bed and unzipped his jeans. "Yeah? Well, why don't you prove to me how skilled you are?"
"Patience," Yifan chastised, pushing Junmyeon onto his back, kissing along his smooth neck.
"Let's take this slow for now. I don't need you cumming before I even get to what I wanted to do to you."
Junmyeon grabbed Yifan's face and stole a chaste kiss. "I can't wait to marry you."
Yifan smiled.
"Neither can I."
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