You could hardly contain your excitement. After being a fan for years, you're finally getting to see your favorite band in concert. You enter the venue, pushing past a hoard of other fans to make it to the barricade.
After what feels like forever, the lights dim and the show starts. You sing along with the crowd as you enjoy the show. Though, the whole time, your eyes never leave one of the band members, Jean.
You watch the way he shows off, spinning his drum sticks intricately between his fingers, as the girls cheer for him. You watch as he blows kisses and winks to people in the audience. And you watch as during a guitar solo, he removes his shirt and throws it in the crowd. The crowd, including you, cheer for the solo, but you don't take your eyes off Jean. For a second you swear he winks at you, but you brush it off and keep enjoying the show.
Throughout the show you notice Jean looking at you, blowing kisses, and winking at you. At first, you thought you were being delusional. No way you're getting attention like that from your celebrity crush...unless.
The show wraps up a couple hours later. The band high-fives and grabs hands of those in the front row. You excitedly cheer, holding your hands out, as the band members quickly come by. Jean is the last in line and when he gets to you, he leans as close as he can and speaks lowly, "Wait by that door over there, yeah,". Jean gestures with his chin to a door next to the stage with the words 'STAFF AND CREW ONLY'. "15 minutes. 20 max." he says as he quickly moves down the line of cheering fans.
Jean's words weighed in your mind as everyone made their way towards the exit. You awkwardly stand by the door, trying not to arouse any suspicion. Each minute that passes you get more and more nervous. After 30 minutes of scrolling on your phone, you are one of the last people in the room. A security guard approaches you.
"Hey, you've got to go. The show ended half an hour ago and the cleaning-"
"Sorry about that. She's with me." Jean says confidently, cutting off the security guard. The guard apologizes and immediately walks off, leaving you and Jean.
He takes your hand and leads you back stage. "What's your name gorgeous?" He smiles at you while you both walk.
"Y/N" you mutter, trying not to sound as nervous as you feel.
You two enter a dressing room. His dressing room. Jean closes the door once you are both inside. "Y/N...Y/N...I like that. It's pretty." Jean smiles which makes your heart drop. "I noticed you during the show," he says as he sit's down on a loveseat in the corner while you stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, "You knew every song. You must be a big fan." He pats the seat next to him, inviting you to sit beside him.
"Yeah, I've been a fan for years. This is the first time I've seen you guys live. It was great. You were great." You smile softly at him. Your nerves seem to wash away, instead of intensify as you sit next to him.
After a few minutes of small talk, Jean leans in close to you, "Are you okay with this?" he says huskily. Speechless, you nod your head. "Nah, I need to hear you say it." he smiled, running a thumb across your lower lip. As soon as you say 'yes', he slowly pushes his thumb in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around it. Jean lets out a raspy chuckle, "Shit...this is gonna be fun".
It's all hazy in your mind. Jean kisses down your body as he undresses you, ending between your legs as you lie on the couch. "You were the prettiest girl here tonight" he says between kisses up your thigh. You let out a small whimper at the sensation. He chuckles and starts working where you need him most.
Your fingers find his hair, tugging at it slightly as he eats you out better than anyone you've ever been with. Stealthily, he slips a finger inside you. "That feel good, baby? You're soaked. I'm flattered." Jean looks up at you from between your legs awaiting an answer, but the pleasure is too much all you could muster out was a "mhm...it feels...so good" between moans.
He continues eating you out while slightly moving his hips against the couch, seeking some kind of friction. "Jean, I'm gonna cum...fuck" you moan breathlessly. Jean stops his movements and smiles as you pout at him. Before you can audibly protest, Jean is unbutton his jeans. "Don't worry beautiful, you can cum on my fingers next time." he chuckles as he pulls you to the edge of the couch.
He slides into you with ease, both of you moaning. "God, you're tight" he mumbles and kisses your neck before moving to your lips. You and Jean moan into each others mouths as the pleasure becomes close to too much. You reach your hand down between the two of you, rubbing your clit. "I'm gonna cum, Jean, please" you stuttered out between moans and whimpers. "Me too baby. Come on, cum and don't hide that pretty face." Jean looks down at you with smile that made you tighten around him.
Once you finish, Jean isn't far off. He pulls out and cums on your stomach. He looks between his load on you and your disheveled face. "You look amazing like this. So sexy" he says, planting kisses on your shoulder.
Jean helps you clean up and you both put your clothes back on. "We're playing here again next month. You'll be here, right?" He smiles as he holds the door open for you. You smile back at him as you go to leave, "Definitely."
Jean watches you walk off. He smiles to himself. You were definitely his new favorite and next time he'll show you.
