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[ 🎥 ] — after yeonjun's rise in the porn industry, an interview was something he agreed to for fun. however, after he saw you, the interviewer, he wished it was a fake interview where he gets to fuck you.
cw : pornstar!yeonjun. unedited word vomit fictional magazine company that apparently also exists in real life.
a/n ; i apologize for my sins i swear I'll change 🙏🏼 and this is a drabble, not a fic! i might turn it into one over time ♡
after you reached out to him a few weeks ago with greetings and compliments, and asking can I interview you some time? I'd like to know what it's like to be a person who earns through the adult industry, and with your fame, I know that you're just the right person., his first, honest reaction was to laugh. i mean, seriously?
he was laughing at the irony of the fact that he was being interviewed. i mean, who was willing enough to take out time of their busy, hectic schedule to interview a man who earns bread by having a dildo inside of him? he had to know. he wanted to know what this person was like.
he did think that this could be completely false and you could be a potential threat, trying to lure him into your little cage with cheese like he's a fucking rat, capture him and do bad things to him like he'd heard with various nefarious acts of people against people with 'easy' fame.
"can I get proof that you're actually an interviewer?"
to which he immediately got a response with a photo of a xerox copy of your identification document, namely at a popular company called mode de vie. he could see the black and white ink that framed the photo stuck on the top right corner, and he knew that he had to see that fucking face in real life. if that's how you look in a awfully captured picture, so captivating, bold, and confidence outlining your eyes in the form of sharp eyeliner, he had to see that face in front of him, asking him questions about his body count or something else he doesn't give two shits about.
he'd said sure to your offer almost immediately now that he saw that it was a real interviewer after him. and now that it was time, he drove to the place where you both agreed to be at — a café which was relatively close to his house and your office.
"I'm glad you came!" you said as you shook his hand that would eventually get sweaty from just sitting opposite to you. what the fuck? he seriously considered telling you to quit this stupid, serious job and just join him in his public sex life. you were stunning.
now that he saw your hair open, framing your face, and that fucking sharp-ass eyeliner, he was mad that he didn't dress up nicely and instead came in a hoodie. who wants to miss a chance of getting a baddie?
he thanked the lords he'd long forgotten when you told him this is just an audio based interview which will later be turned into a text format.
while you continued asking him questions about everything, from "fuck-a-fan" to "how did your mother find out?", he'd needed to ask you to repeat your questions several times. his eyes kept drifting down, down to your chest.
'why the fuck are you wearing a top so low-cut? is it to provoke me or something?' he'd think. he legitimately wants to put his hand on the table, pushing himself towards you and grabbing one of your tits. it's pissing him off he can't.
okay, so maybe he was a pervert like one of his friends liked to say. but it wasn't his fault when you were asking him questions about his sex life while looking at him with those eyes that were possibly tearing his clothes off.
in his world, that is.
'do you want to fuck me too, or am I trippin'?'
he knew he had to keep his filthy hands, his filthy thoughts, to himself. c'mon, it's a fucking interview, yeonjun. grow up. you've had plenty of girls and guys to fuck in your life. from small and petite, to taller than you. from fucking someone to getting fucked. you've done it all. why are you so captivated by this woman?
maybe it was the way you had your makeup done that had him wishing he could see it smeared all over with a new makeup product; his cum, or maybe it was your tits that were practically begging to be the thing he shoves his face in tonight. but no, it was the way you carried yourself.
there was this... this aura, this radiation of confidence that was magnetic enough for him to be pulled to you.
under the table, he was practically going to rub one out. he kept adjusting his pants, kept palming his dick that was straining against his pants and standing up against his thoughts of not fucking you ever.
ugh, just how fucking good you'd look on his bed, and he swears he could go above his rounds per fucking streak of 4 with you; from classic missionary to the amazon position, from sixty-nine to his foot on your face while he fucked your ass from the back. fuck, he'd even let you peg him, something he's always refused to do.
just how good you'd look while sliding your strap-on inside of him, his eyes going wide, as well as your smile at the sight of his pretty face. he thinks you'd like some crazy songs playing in the background, similar to the vibe of playboi carti.
fuck, he'd hold onto your tits for support, comfort, for just the fucks of it no matter who is topping.
"um, excuse me?" you asked when he spaced out in the middle.
"yeah?" he said, looking up from the table where both of your milkshakes resided.
"thank you for the interview. i appreciate it a lot!" you said, smiling at him, completely unaware of the junk he had in his brain about you. you put out your hand for a friendly yet professional handshake.
"oh, yeah, of course." he muttered out, responding to your hand with his that was definitely sweaty.
as you closed your notepad and stopped the recording, he looked up at your face finally.
"can I ask you a question too?"
"oh, yes, of course." you said, looking up at him with a face of genuine curiosity. maybe it would be something like —
"when will this be posted?"
"where can I read it?"
"will there be a hardcopy?"
"would you ever fuck me if you could?"
and suddenly, this was the first time you regretted not recording the aftermath of an interview.
Stories for the group: ^
Soobin
communication is key
Yeonjun
14:06
Beomgyu
Nothing to see yet :)
Taehyun
Nothing to see yet :)
Kamal
Nothing to see yet :)
gonna get started sometime tomorrow <3
hey i saw u wanted requests so what about angry soobin and u have a fight with him but then he see u scared and feels bad <33
WAIT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS.
you want bullet points or a story?
just letting you know that i suck at doing a proper writing format but i'll absolutely put my heart and soul into it if you want it as a story <3.
thanks for this again. expect it sometime when i come back.
yeonjun is the type of boyfriend to offer to walk you to your dorm after an afternoon lecture, hoping you'll let him stay over a bit (which you do because how can you not when he makes that cute pouty face of his) and while you go take a nap, he'll help tidy up the mess that is your apartment because you were in too much of a hurry to get to class to clean it, then, cook you dinner and leave a note with 'i love you written on it for you to find later when you've woken up only to find he left already.
Kpop fans are always going on about their faves being boyfriend/girlfriend material, but what's really important is being best friend material.
For scientific purposes, reblog this and put in the tags who you'd want as your kpop best friend
His; Yeonjun
Genre: romance, fluff, slightly suggestive if you squint?
Word count: 0.4K
Warnings: kissing
This is actually a blurb and not a drabble but I liked it too much to not give it a drabble-layout hehe. Listen to handle with care by Marteen while reading, I got the inspo for this blurb while listening to that song!
While trying to pull up the zipper on the back of your tight-fitted, maroon dress, you make your way to your bedroom.
When you walk into the room and towards the full-length mirror, you feel a pair of eyes follow your figure.
Through the mirror, you find the person to whom the eyes belong.
Yeonjun lies on your bed, an adoring expression painting his face as he watches you with a content smirk tugging at his lips.
"Whatcha lookin’ at?" You grin but Yeonjun knows with just a word or two he'll be able to make that grin turn into a shy smile.
"Just at what's mine," he replies softly before taking his full, lower lip in between his white teeth.
"Yours?" You ask, already feeling your cheeks heat up.
"Mhm." He slowly pushes himself off the bed without breaking eye contact with you.
"I am my own person," you quip but you can't help but gulp when he makes his way to you.
"Oh, for sure, baby," he smiles before halting his steps when he's close enough for his breath to fan the back of your neck when he speaks.
"But you are also my own person."
Your breath hitches when his cold, slender fingers gently push your hands down and he takes the zipper between his index finger and thumb.
As he slides the zipper up, he looks down at the side of your face before lowering his head and softly grazing his nose against your cheek, making you close your eyes.
"All mine," he purrs before pressing a kiss onto your shoulder when the zipper is all the way up.
He removes his hands from your back but quickly wraps them around your waist when you lean back against his chest.
"All yours," you whisper in return and this makes Yeonjun's heart skip a beat. He tightens his grip on your frame and nuzzles his face into your neck.
"I love you, my princess," he mumbles before raising his head slightly and lovingly gazing at you through the mirror with hooded eyes.
You turn your head to be able to look your lover in the eyes and cup the right side of his face with your left hand before guiding it to yours and capturing his plush lips with your own.
"I love you more, my Yeonjun," you mumble against his lips.
"All yours," he mirrors your words and you feel your heart grow with pride.
Even after being married to Yeonjun for five years, every single day feels like a new blessing. Every time you get to look him in his loving eyes, every time you get to kiss his delicate lips, every time you get to lay in his strong arms, it's a blessing.
Because being his is a blessing.
cardigan x the name chapter
i did something bad.
you're on your own, kid x we lost the summer
karma is.. ♡
nap of a star x back to december
happiest birthday, soobin ♡
0x1=lovesong x seven
i'm on my vigilante shit again
lavender haze x we lost the summer
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