Lucky [Oneshot]
Title: Lucky
Pairing: Chen/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex with a stranger, PWP
Summary: Sehun scores a backstage invite at Chen's concert.
A/N: Written for this prompt on exopropmtmeme. I wrote this when I had no internet to get over my writers block. Please leave me a note on what you think!
Sehun was not sure how he got backstage. He had been at the concert, pushing his way to the front if the crowd and gazing dazedly up at his favorite singer, when hooded eyes caught his during the chorus of his favorite song. It was only a few minutes later that a burly man came over to him and handed him a backstage pass. Who was he to pass it up? He made his way to the side of the stage at the end of the next song. Waiting for him was an annoyed looking man.
Sehun was looked at with a critical glare. "Chen wants you to wait in the green room. Just sit there and be quiet." Dark eyes seemed soulless as they bore up at him. Sehun took a nervous swallow and nodded. He let the man show him to a small room, a couch along one wall and a mirror with a table underneath it. Against the last wall were wooden chairs. He took a seat on the couch and the small man shut the door with a "stay." Was he some kind of dog now?
It felt like an eternity before the door opened again, slamming against the door jam and making Sehun sit up, his normally lidded eyes wide with surprise. He opened his mouth to speak when the man of his every dream--especially the wet ones--sauntered into the small room. "Fuck I'm hot." He was wiping his fire head with the bottom of his shirt, exposing barely defined abs.
"You are." The man snapped his head up, grinning at the sight of Sehun; who had stood at the opening of the door.
"You're not bad yourself." The rock star's hips swayed as he approached the brunet. A slender finger traced down his front, from clavicle to the top of his jeans. "I love seeing fans like you." He tapped with two fingers at his face on the tee, just under the neon blue 'CHEN.' "I especially love my fan boys." His two fingers hooked into the top of Sehun's jeans.
Overwhelmed, Sehun could only blurt out "I love you."
"Show me how much." The singer hooked his free hand behind Sehun's neck and tugged the taller man down and into a kiss.
Sehun was in a state of shock. Chen, the biggest rock star in both China and South Korea was licking along his teeth and nibbling at his lower lip. It was only at the throb of teeth did it sink in that the situation was real and not another of his nightly dreams. Sehun groaned and tugged the sweaty man against his front and kissed him back eagerly.
Chen moaned into his mouth. No. Kim Jongdae, the real man, how he always called him in his thoughts, was moaning and working his lips, tongue, and the occasional teeth against his. The smaller man was arching into him, already hard in his leather pants. Sehun broke the kiss to gasp for air, their foreheads pressed together. "Are you for fucking for real?"
Jongdae laughed, his warm breath hitting Sehun's lower face. "For fucking? I definitely am." He pulled out of Sehun's arms only to push the taller man back and onto the sofa, where he landed with a quiet 'umph.' As soon as the other was seated he crawled into his lap, knees bent on either side of muscled thighs in skin tight jeans. Jongdae ground his erection into the others stomach and felt a response against his ass and he fell forward to devour Sehun's lips again. As they made out wetly Sehun managed to gather enough brain cells to wrap one arm around his dream man's slender waist and use the other in the tiny space between them to try and undo the rock star's pants. His fumbling with the buttons made Jongdae finally break the kiss and laugh. "Come on pretty boy." With a handful of Sehun's tee he led the man over to the table with the mirror.
"You're amazing." Sehun's voice was rough with arousal and he felt his mouth go dry as Jongdae bent over the table in front of him and worked his leather pants down over bony hips, past a rounded ass, over thick thighs, and lastly letting them pool over his calves and boots. The other man moaned at the sight and the thought of the famous Chen jumping around the stage with no underwear on.
"Tell me something I don't know." Jongdae smirked as he rustled through a basket on the table and triumphantly pulled out a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. The condoms he threw at Sehun, who just barely caught them. With the lube he riped off the plastic with his teeth and popped it open, messily pouring a fair amount over his fingers. "Saddle up, cowboy." With that he brought his hand to his spread ass and worked a slick finger into himself.
Sehun gaped at the sight. He was overwhelmed, his cock throbbing in his too tight pants, as his favorite singer worked himself open in front of him. So he could fuck him. What had Sehun done to make him so lucky?
Jongdae now had two fingers inside, pistoning in and out and spreading, working his muscles loose carelessly as he rode out the high of performing on stage. "Hurry up." His normally melodic voice was strained and the tall man behind him scrambled to obey, having been mesmerized by the sight of him preparing himself. Sehun's pants were down in no time, condom wrapper ripped open and then rolled down over his straining erection. Jongdae's eyes traveled down his body and grinned when he reached Sehun's groin. "Pretty and packing serious heat. I do choose well, if I say so myself." He turned around and met Sehun's gaze in the mirror. "Fuck me."
"Yes." Sehun rushed to pour more lube down Jongdae's crack and then some on himself. He lined himself up and pressed in slowly, his eyes never leaving his idol's in their reflection. Jongdae let out a long hiss as Sehun took his time filling him. He was not used to such large cocks but it felt more than good in his current state.
"God, just do it." Jongdae's voice was strained and it made Sehun lose control. He pulled out only to thrust back in, his sharp hipbone a digging into Jongdae's ass just as his fingers dug into Jongdae's sides. When the man below him moaned he did it again, just as harshly, swearing at how good the other felt. "You're so fucking perfect. Sexy and tight, squeezing around me, so fucking perfect."
"Yeah, fuck, yeah." Jongdae leaned back into the thrusts and Sehun started to build up to a harsh pace, exactly what the singer wanted. "Fuck me harder." When Sehun did a scream was ripped from Jongdae's already sore throat.
The scream did it for Sehun, who had been watching his dream man in the mirror as he fucked him, slammed him repeatedly into the edge of the desk. Sehun came, still grinding his hips forwards as he rode out the waves of pleasure. Jongdae groaned below him and with only half his senses he reached around and stroked the other, his fist tight and giving a twist as he reached the head on each stroke.
Jongdae began to chant "fuck" and then he was coming, hot come spraying between Sehun's fingers and onto the underside of the table. Sehun watched his face contort in the mirror, transfixed. As Jongdae panted below him he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked along his palm while their eyes met. Jongdae tasted just as good as he had dreamed he would.
"Yeah, that backstage pass is good for more than just tonight."
Pairing: Chen/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex with a stranger, PWP
Summary: Sehun scores a backstage invite at Chen's concert.
A/N: Written for this prompt on exopropmtmeme. I wrote this when I had no internet to get over my writers block. Please leave me a note on what you think!
Sehun was not sure how he got backstage. He had been at the concert, pushing his way to the front if the crowd and gazing dazedly up at his favorite singer, when hooded eyes caught his during the chorus of his favorite song. It was only a few minutes later that a burly man came over to him and handed him a backstage pass. Who was he to pass it up? He made his way to the side of the stage at the end of the next song. Waiting for him was an annoyed looking man.
Sehun was looked at with a critical glare. "Chen wants you to wait in the green room. Just sit there and be quiet." Dark eyes seemed soulless as they bore up at him. Sehun took a nervous swallow and nodded. He let the man show him to a small room, a couch along one wall and a mirror with a table underneath it. Against the last wall were wooden chairs. He took a seat on the couch and the small man shut the door with a "stay." Was he some kind of dog now?
It felt like an eternity before the door opened again, slamming against the door jam and making Sehun sit up, his normally lidded eyes wide with surprise. He opened his mouth to speak when the man of his every dream--especially the wet ones--sauntered into the small room. "Fuck I'm hot." He was wiping his fire head with the bottom of his shirt, exposing barely defined abs.
"You are." The man snapped his head up, grinning at the sight of Sehun; who had stood at the opening of the door.
"You're not bad yourself." The rock star's hips swayed as he approached the brunet. A slender finger traced down his front, from clavicle to the top of his jeans. "I love seeing fans like you." He tapped with two fingers at his face on the tee, just under the neon blue 'CHEN.' "I especially love my fan boys." His two fingers hooked into the top of Sehun's jeans.
Overwhelmed, Sehun could only blurt out "I love you."
"Show me how much." The singer hooked his free hand behind Sehun's neck and tugged the taller man down and into a kiss.
Sehun was in a state of shock. Chen, the biggest rock star in both China and South Korea was licking along his teeth and nibbling at his lower lip. It was only at the throb of teeth did it sink in that the situation was real and not another of his nightly dreams. Sehun groaned and tugged the sweaty man against his front and kissed him back eagerly.
Chen moaned into his mouth. No. Kim Jongdae, the real man, how he always called him in his thoughts, was moaning and working his lips, tongue, and the occasional teeth against his. The smaller man was arching into him, already hard in his leather pants. Sehun broke the kiss to gasp for air, their foreheads pressed together. "Are you for fucking for real?"
Jongdae laughed, his warm breath hitting Sehun's lower face. "For fucking? I definitely am." He pulled out of Sehun's arms only to push the taller man back and onto the sofa, where he landed with a quiet 'umph.' As soon as the other was seated he crawled into his lap, knees bent on either side of muscled thighs in skin tight jeans. Jongdae ground his erection into the others stomach and felt a response against his ass and he fell forward to devour Sehun's lips again. As they made out wetly Sehun managed to gather enough brain cells to wrap one arm around his dream man's slender waist and use the other in the tiny space between them to try and undo the rock star's pants. His fumbling with the buttons made Jongdae finally break the kiss and laugh. "Come on pretty boy." With a handful of Sehun's tee he led the man over to the table with the mirror.
"You're amazing." Sehun's voice was rough with arousal and he felt his mouth go dry as Jongdae bent over the table in front of him and worked his leather pants down over bony hips, past a rounded ass, over thick thighs, and lastly letting them pool over his calves and boots. The other man moaned at the sight and the thought of the famous Chen jumping around the stage with no underwear on.
"Tell me something I don't know." Jongdae smirked as he rustled through a basket on the table and triumphantly pulled out a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. The condoms he threw at Sehun, who just barely caught them. With the lube he riped off the plastic with his teeth and popped it open, messily pouring a fair amount over his fingers. "Saddle up, cowboy." With that he brought his hand to his spread ass and worked a slick finger into himself.
Sehun gaped at the sight. He was overwhelmed, his cock throbbing in his too tight pants, as his favorite singer worked himself open in front of him. So he could fuck him. What had Sehun done to make him so lucky?
Jongdae now had two fingers inside, pistoning in and out and spreading, working his muscles loose carelessly as he rode out the high of performing on stage. "Hurry up." His normally melodic voice was strained and the tall man behind him scrambled to obey, having been mesmerized by the sight of him preparing himself. Sehun's pants were down in no time, condom wrapper ripped open and then rolled down over his straining erection. Jongdae's eyes traveled down his body and grinned when he reached Sehun's groin. "Pretty and packing serious heat. I do choose well, if I say so myself." He turned around and met Sehun's gaze in the mirror. "Fuck me."
"Yes." Sehun rushed to pour more lube down Jongdae's crack and then some on himself. He lined himself up and pressed in slowly, his eyes never leaving his idol's in their reflection. Jongdae let out a long hiss as Sehun took his time filling him. He was not used to such large cocks but it felt more than good in his current state.
"God, just do it." Jongdae's voice was strained and it made Sehun lose control. He pulled out only to thrust back in, his sharp hipbone a digging into Jongdae's ass just as his fingers dug into Jongdae's sides. When the man below him moaned he did it again, just as harshly, swearing at how good the other felt. "You're so fucking perfect. Sexy and tight, squeezing around me, so fucking perfect."
"Yeah, fuck, yeah." Jongdae leaned back into the thrusts and Sehun started to build up to a harsh pace, exactly what the singer wanted. "Fuck me harder." When Sehun did a scream was ripped from Jongdae's already sore throat.
The scream did it for Sehun, who had been watching his dream man in the mirror as he fucked him, slammed him repeatedly into the edge of the desk. Sehun came, still grinding his hips forwards as he rode out the waves of pleasure. Jongdae groaned below him and with only half his senses he reached around and stroked the other, his fist tight and giving a twist as he reached the head on each stroke.
Jongdae began to chant "fuck" and then he was coming, hot come spraying between Sehun's fingers and onto the underside of the table. Sehun watched his face contort in the mirror, transfixed. As Jongdae panted below him he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked along his palm while their eyes met. Jongdae tasted just as good as he had dreamed he would.
"Yeah, that backstage pass is good for more than just tonight."