moments passing by
moments passing by
~1400/nc-17/oneshot
kris/sehun
warning: slight bdsm, slight humiliation kink
inspired by this lovely moment (x)
“Sometimes I think we need to put this kid on a leash. Like one of those one with the fuzzy animal backpacks that unruly toddlers wear.” Yi Fan snorts at Joonmyun’s remark and Sehun pouts. That’s actually not a bad idea.
a/n: originally written for eburnine as a drabble for a tumblr challenge and well some five hundred words later here we are
Oh Sehun isn't a very energetic person, in fact he's rather stoic. Today was a change of pace, though. Maybe it was all the sweets he ate before the show despite the manager’s angry threats or maybe the adrenaline from performing was still coursing through his veins. Whatever it was made Oh Sehun as bubbly and plucky as a shoujo manga heroine.
“Sehun-ah, move over.” Yi Fan commands, waving his hands toward him.
“But hyung, I really like this seat and besides, the chair won’t move. Just let me sit here.” Sehun giggles.
Yi Fan has been antsy since the start of the music show. It was EXO’s first Gayo Daejun and everyone would be watching them. He didn’t need a bratty member to be fucking things up. “Don’t be difficult. If you don’t move over Joonmyun won’t have a seat. The staff already gave us too few seats and we’re all separated. Sehun move over.” Joonmyun stands by awkwardly, unsure of what to do.
“Okay, okay fine I’ll move. Sheesh.” Sehun tries to push the seat back but one of the chair legs is tangled with another chair. Yi Fan lets out an angry sigh and roughly pulls the chair back, dragging Sehun just as roughly towards himself. “Hyung~,” Sehun whines, giggling even more as he trips over his own legs. He tries to regain his balance but ends up taking a swipe at Yi Fan’s ass. “You’re being so rough,” he says, finally sitting down. Well, more like he was forced to plant his ass into the chair.
Yi Fan’s impatience gets the better of him and pushes Joonmyun down with more force than necessary as well. “Sometimes I think we need to put this kid on a leash. Like one of those one with the fuzzy animal backpacks that unruly toddlers wear.” Yi Fan snorts at Joonmyun’s remark and Sehun pouts. That’s actually not a bad idea. Sehun spaces out, letting the idea roll around in his head.
Later on when M has a bit of down time before leaving for a schedule in China, Sehun walks into Yi Fan and Jongdae’s room and leans back against the door after fumbling to lock it. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat, adam’s apple bumping against the smooth leather.
“What are you doing here?” Yi Fan’s tone still has traces of irritation in it.
Sehun chokes out only a few syllables, “About earlier...I...I ju--” Yi Fan looks at him oddly as he zips up his carry on bag.
“I’m kinda busy right now. What do you want?” Sehun bites his lips and undoes the wool scarf around his neck. Then unwinds the dark blue synthetic fibers of the leash.
“Oh.” Sehun can feel his cheeks burn as Yi Fan’s cold fingers observe the collar and leash. “This wasn’t really what I had in mind when Joonmyun was talking about putting you on a leash, but if you insist. I think I have some time to spare before I have to leave.” Yi Fan says, taking a test tug. He’s rewarded a sharp whimper from the boy in front of him.
“Now strip.”
“Hyung--”
“Do I have to tell you again?” The rose-haired boy vigorously shakes his head and shrugs off his coat but has trouble with his sweater and shirt, fumbling with the buttons and shirt bunching up around the collar. “You’re so useless.” Yi Fan says as he pulls the shirt off.
Once Sehun is completely devoid of clothing, Yi Fan leads him to the bed. “Hands and knees.”
There’s something about being completely exposed, while Yi Fan is still fully clothed, and completely vulnerable that sends jolts of thrill throughout his entire body. Sehun wants to be controlled and told what to do, to have someone yank at his hair and press his face harder into the mattress. A part of him even wants to be humiliated but he keeps that wish quiet for now; Yi Fan is ebbing close to that kink anyway. Perhaps his hyung would completely indulge him another day.
For now, though, Sehun was stuck waiting for something, anything. He hears the familiar snap of the bottle of lube but he feels nothing and it’s driving him insane. Yi Fan has yet to touch him and his cock is already hard, almost painfully so.
“Hyung,” he says. He can feel his heart beating against his chest and hears the blood rushing to his ears. Every passing moment makes his cheeks burn hotter. Seconds, which felt like minutes, pass before he feels two cold slick fingers press inside him--Yi Fan is never one to be gentle with Sehun and that’s the way Sehun prefers it. He lets out a strangled groan and tries to push back against Yi Fan’s fingers which haven’t moved.
The collar he had momentarily forgotten is then suddenly pulled taut against his throat and Sehun swears he can see stars. “Did I say you could move?” Yi Fan hisses into his ear and bites down hard on the cartilage.
Sehun’s voice barely escapes his lips. What comes out is breathy and strained. “Hyung, please.”
“Eager slut,” Yi Fan smirks, tracing the edge between skin and leather around the back of the younger’s neck. The wet heat of the elder’s tongue raises goosebumps all over Sehun’s flushed skin. Just when he gets accustomed to the feeling, Yi Fan pulls his fingers out completely but never lets the leash go. The younger man cants his hips back, desperately needing to be full again. A sharp slap to his ass makes him stop, reveling in the burn. The rough denim of Yi Fan’s jeans rub painfully against the now pink skin. “I don’t want to warn you again. Well actually I do but I’ll refrain for now.”
Yi Fan pushes his fingers back in, just missing the bundle of nerves and it takes every single ounce of Sehun’s strength and willpower to stay still. The elder curls his fingers slightly, again brushing close to Sehun’s prostate. It’s enough to get a rise out of the pink-haired boy shaking beneath him who lets out breathy moans. Yi Fan smirks and finally starts to move his fingers. It starts with a painfully slow and unsatisfying pace, but switches to quick and deep movements. He occasionally yanks the leash and changes the rhythm when he thinks Sehun has grown a little too fond of the current pace.
When Yi Fan pushes in a third finger, Sehun’s resolve starts to crumble. His breathing comes in short wispy pants, his knuckles have turned white while clutching at bedsheets, and his cock is painful hard curling towards his abs. He feels a raging heat in the pit of his stomach and he thinks he’s going to come just like this, but he’s horribly wrong.
He suddenly feels empty again and the raging heat recedes, bringing frustrated groans to be choked out. The insatiable need to release clouds every sense of perception and he misses the ruffling of Yi Fan’s clothes being tossed to the floor and the crinkle of a condom packet being opened. He finally takes notice of all this when Yi Fan presses the tip of his dick to his ass. Finally. Sehun thinks and lets out a sigh of relief.
But that was just foolish wishful thinking. Yi Fan would never let him have it that easy.
“You know what comes next right? And no it’s not you.”
This is the worst part but also the most thrilling. It’s humiliating to be so desperate but Sehun can’t hold out any longer. “Hyung, please fuck me, please I need you, I need you right now, please hyung,” the syllables he chokes out come out more as broken sobs than anything.
“Good boy.” Yi Fan chuckles and pushes forward all the way, setting a quick relentless rhythm. Sehun finally comes, staining the pale blue sheets and his flushed stomach. He falls into the bed completely spent but Yi Fan’s thrusts become erratic as he gets closer to his own release stimulating his already sensitive ass. He comes with a moan he suppresses into Sehun’s shoulder.
Yi Fan throws the soiled condom into the trashcan before grabbing tissues to clean up the mess Sehun had made. “Can we do this again?” Sehun sighs, eyes glassy.
“Only if you’re not a complete brat in public again,” Yi Fan grins as he pulls on his jeans. “Now get dressed and help me change my sheets, which you’re washing by the way, before I have to leave.”
“Is this how you treat a great fuck?” Sehun pouts, reaching for his discarded shirt.
“Don’t be cheeky with me.”
“Oh please, that’s how we ended up like this.” Yi Fan gives him a disapproving look.
~1400/nc-17/oneshot
kris/sehun
warning: slight bdsm, slight humiliation kink
inspired by this lovely moment (x)
“Sometimes I think we need to put this kid on a leash. Like one of those one with the fuzzy animal backpacks that unruly toddlers wear.” Yi Fan snorts at Joonmyun’s remark and Sehun pouts. That’s actually not a bad idea.
a/n: originally written for eburnine as a drabble for a tumblr challenge and well some five hundred words later here we are
Oh Sehun isn't a very energetic person, in fact he's rather stoic. Today was a change of pace, though. Maybe it was all the sweets he ate before the show despite the manager’s angry threats or maybe the adrenaline from performing was still coursing through his veins. Whatever it was made Oh Sehun as bubbly and plucky as a shoujo manga heroine.
“Sehun-ah, move over.” Yi Fan commands, waving his hands toward him.
“But hyung, I really like this seat and besides, the chair won’t move. Just let me sit here.” Sehun giggles.
Yi Fan has been antsy since the start of the music show. It was EXO’s first Gayo Daejun and everyone would be watching them. He didn’t need a bratty member to be fucking things up. “Don’t be difficult. If you don’t move over Joonmyun won’t have a seat. The staff already gave us too few seats and we’re all separated. Sehun move over.” Joonmyun stands by awkwardly, unsure of what to do.
“Okay, okay fine I’ll move. Sheesh.” Sehun tries to push the seat back but one of the chair legs is tangled with another chair. Yi Fan lets out an angry sigh and roughly pulls the chair back, dragging Sehun just as roughly towards himself. “Hyung~,” Sehun whines, giggling even more as he trips over his own legs. He tries to regain his balance but ends up taking a swipe at Yi Fan’s ass. “You’re being so rough,” he says, finally sitting down. Well, more like he was forced to plant his ass into the chair.
Yi Fan’s impatience gets the better of him and pushes Joonmyun down with more force than necessary as well. “Sometimes I think we need to put this kid on a leash. Like one of those one with the fuzzy animal backpacks that unruly toddlers wear.” Yi Fan snorts at Joonmyun’s remark and Sehun pouts. That’s actually not a bad idea. Sehun spaces out, letting the idea roll around in his head.
Later on when M has a bit of down time before leaving for a schedule in China, Sehun walks into Yi Fan and Jongdae’s room and leans back against the door after fumbling to lock it. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat, adam’s apple bumping against the smooth leather.
“What are you doing here?” Yi Fan’s tone still has traces of irritation in it.
Sehun chokes out only a few syllables, “About earlier...I...I ju--” Yi Fan looks at him oddly as he zips up his carry on bag.
“I’m kinda busy right now. What do you want?” Sehun bites his lips and undoes the wool scarf around his neck. Then unwinds the dark blue synthetic fibers of the leash.
“Oh.” Sehun can feel his cheeks burn as Yi Fan’s cold fingers observe the collar and leash. “This wasn’t really what I had in mind when Joonmyun was talking about putting you on a leash, but if you insist. I think I have some time to spare before I have to leave.” Yi Fan says, taking a test tug. He’s rewarded a sharp whimper from the boy in front of him.
“Now strip.”
“Hyung--”
“Do I have to tell you again?” The rose-haired boy vigorously shakes his head and shrugs off his coat but has trouble with his sweater and shirt, fumbling with the buttons and shirt bunching up around the collar. “You’re so useless.” Yi Fan says as he pulls the shirt off.
Once Sehun is completely devoid of clothing, Yi Fan leads him to the bed. “Hands and knees.”
There’s something about being completely exposed, while Yi Fan is still fully clothed, and completely vulnerable that sends jolts of thrill throughout his entire body. Sehun wants to be controlled and told what to do, to have someone yank at his hair and press his face harder into the mattress. A part of him even wants to be humiliated but he keeps that wish quiet for now; Yi Fan is ebbing close to that kink anyway. Perhaps his hyung would completely indulge him another day.
For now, though, Sehun was stuck waiting for something, anything. He hears the familiar snap of the bottle of lube but he feels nothing and it’s driving him insane. Yi Fan has yet to touch him and his cock is already hard, almost painfully so.
“Hyung,” he says. He can feel his heart beating against his chest and hears the blood rushing to his ears. Every passing moment makes his cheeks burn hotter. Seconds, which felt like minutes, pass before he feels two cold slick fingers press inside him--Yi Fan is never one to be gentle with Sehun and that’s the way Sehun prefers it. He lets out a strangled groan and tries to push back against Yi Fan’s fingers which haven’t moved.
The collar he had momentarily forgotten is then suddenly pulled taut against his throat and Sehun swears he can see stars. “Did I say you could move?” Yi Fan hisses into his ear and bites down hard on the cartilage.
Sehun’s voice barely escapes his lips. What comes out is breathy and strained. “Hyung, please.”
“Eager slut,” Yi Fan smirks, tracing the edge between skin and leather around the back of the younger’s neck. The wet heat of the elder’s tongue raises goosebumps all over Sehun’s flushed skin. Just when he gets accustomed to the feeling, Yi Fan pulls his fingers out completely but never lets the leash go. The younger man cants his hips back, desperately needing to be full again. A sharp slap to his ass makes him stop, reveling in the burn. The rough denim of Yi Fan’s jeans rub painfully against the now pink skin. “I don’t want to warn you again. Well actually I do but I’ll refrain for now.”
Yi Fan pushes his fingers back in, just missing the bundle of nerves and it takes every single ounce of Sehun’s strength and willpower to stay still. The elder curls his fingers slightly, again brushing close to Sehun’s prostate. It’s enough to get a rise out of the pink-haired boy shaking beneath him who lets out breathy moans. Yi Fan smirks and finally starts to move his fingers. It starts with a painfully slow and unsatisfying pace, but switches to quick and deep movements. He occasionally yanks the leash and changes the rhythm when he thinks Sehun has grown a little too fond of the current pace.
When Yi Fan pushes in a third finger, Sehun’s resolve starts to crumble. His breathing comes in short wispy pants, his knuckles have turned white while clutching at bedsheets, and his cock is painful hard curling towards his abs. He feels a raging heat in the pit of his stomach and he thinks he’s going to come just like this, but he’s horribly wrong.
He suddenly feels empty again and the raging heat recedes, bringing frustrated groans to be choked out. The insatiable need to release clouds every sense of perception and he misses the ruffling of Yi Fan’s clothes being tossed to the floor and the crinkle of a condom packet being opened. He finally takes notice of all this when Yi Fan presses the tip of his dick to his ass. Finally. Sehun thinks and lets out a sigh of relief.
But that was just foolish wishful thinking. Yi Fan would never let him have it that easy.
“You know what comes next right? And no it’s not you.”
This is the worst part but also the most thrilling. It’s humiliating to be so desperate but Sehun can’t hold out any longer. “Hyung, please fuck me, please I need you, I need you right now, please hyung,” the syllables he chokes out come out more as broken sobs than anything.
“Good boy.” Yi Fan chuckles and pushes forward all the way, setting a quick relentless rhythm. Sehun finally comes, staining the pale blue sheets and his flushed stomach. He falls into the bed completely spent but Yi Fan’s thrusts become erratic as he gets closer to his own release stimulating his already sensitive ass. He comes with a moan he suppresses into Sehun’s shoulder.
Yi Fan throws the soiled condom into the trashcan before grabbing tissues to clean up the mess Sehun had made. “Can we do this again?” Sehun sighs, eyes glassy.
“Only if you’re not a complete brat in public again,” Yi Fan grins as he pulls on his jeans. “Now get dressed and help me change my sheets, which you’re washing by the way, before I have to leave.”
“Is this how you treat a great fuck?” Sehun pouts, reaching for his discarded shirt.
“Don’t be cheeky with me.”
“Oh please, that’s how we ended up like this.” Yi Fan gives him a disapproving look.