This is my very first fanfiction ever, so I'm a little nervous but also really excited to finally share this.
English is not my first language, so please be kind and patient with me. Plus I attempted to write sentences in Chinese which I'm also not fluent in (lowkey setting myself up for failure thinking about this in hindsight)
Also, I have zero real-life knowledge of how Coachella actually works or looks like-everything in this story is based purely on my imagination and videos I have seen lol
So if some locations or timelines don't make sense... I'm sorry in advance ๐ญ
This story is meant to be fictional, messy, dramatic, and fun...not a realistic documentary.
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The air behind the Sahara tent felt like it was buzzing. The mix of bass, sweat, sunscreen, and that weird Coachella magic that made everyone act a little crazier, a little hotter, a little braver, a little more empty headed. Coachella always had that kind of effect on people...the insufferable heat and the unbearable dry dessert air are a deadly combination.
Your set was in an hour.
And you were still half in your glam chair, half running around looking for your fucking USB.
Of course, that's when you run into the next "A-List Celebrity"
A familiar voice shouted from behind:
"YO YN! COME HERE FOR A SEC THE PEOPLE WANNA TALK TO YOU!"
You turned around and saw Jason the Vietnamese-American YouTuber and Streamer you'd known for like two years. He was live, obviously, his sidekick cameraman right on his toes with a ring light brighter than your future.
Chat on his phone moving so fast he can barely read one message.
Random EDM blasting somewhere behind him.
You were already overstimulated from looking at him.
"Chat, look who's here," he yelled, waving you over. "We got Coachella's baddest DJ in the building!"
You laughed and stepped into frame, pushing your hair behind your ear with one hand, waving into the camera with the other.
"Don't lie to them like that," you said, then switched to a fake influencer voice:
"Heyyyy guys!"
His chat exploded instantly:
WHO IS SHE???
SHE'S FINE ASF
GIRL DROP THE @
JASON SECURED A BAD ONE??
You rolled your eyes but played along, blowing them a kiss.
Jason grinned. "See? She always does that. That's why y'all fall in love."
And then, from slightly off-camera,
someone else stepped into frame.
Of course you knew his name.
And you knew his presence.
Tall, black cargo pants, sleeveless top that showed arms he definitely worked on, dark hair, jawline sharp enough to slice open your self-esteem.
Eyes almost too warm for his expression.
He looked like someone who didn't need attention...but always got it. Of course you were a fan but you decided to play it cool giving the situation.
Jason pulled him in by the wrist.
"Ayy chat, look who else is here. You guys know Jackson right? He's performing here too."
Jackson nodded toward the camera, cool, calm, confident...zero effort.
"Hey, how y'all doin? "
Even his voice had that low heat to it, like he was accidentally seductive. Ugh you hated him but also you loved him but also you can't show any of it...great...
Then Jason gestured between the two of you:
"YN, meet Jackson. Jackson, meet YN. Both of you should def collab. And if that happens I need at least like 10%. Also chat wants you both on screen, move in."
Before you could react, Jackson stepped closer.
Close enough that the left sleeve of your top brushed his shoulder.
He smelled like cologne you'd only smell in LA: expensive, subtle, addictive.
You kept your face neutral but your heartbeat kicked up like a faulty kick drum.
Jason shoved the phone toward both of you.
"Okay okay, say hi together!"
You tilted your head toward Jackson, camera-ready.
He leaned slightly toward you...not too much, just enough to show confidence.
You smiled politely at chat.
Jackson didn't smile at all...he just looked straight into the camera with that cool, unreadable expression.
Chat went insane:
WHO IS THIS DUO OMG
WE NEED THESE TWO TOGETHER
THEIR CHEMISTRY??? HELLO???
JACKSON LOOKING FINE AF WTF
JASON THIRD-WHEELING HARD LOL
You felt your cheeks warm.
Jackson noticed.
Of course he fucking did.
Then he finally looked away from the screen and...straight at you.
A slow blink.
A tiny smirk.
Like he was internally saying,
So that's you.
He extended a hand.
You took it.
"Nice to meet you," he said.
His hand was warm.
Large.
And he didn't let go immediately.
Before anything else could happen, one of Jackson's team members walked over...two guys speaking quickly in Mandarin, glancing at you.
You didn't react.
Not yet.
Jackson shot them a look. "Guys. Not now."
Then turned to the two you again.
They ignored him and kept talking.
About you.
Clearly.
Words like:
"ๅฅนๅพๆผไบฎ" (she's pretty)
"ๆ่งๅฅนๅพๅๅฎณ" (she seems impressive)
"็ๅ็พไผๅๆฌข่ฟ็ง็ฑปๅ" (Jackson Wang would like this type)
You kept your face blank.
Jackson tried to play it cool but looked mortified.
Jason, now aware of the situation, laughed. "They're hyping you up, don't worry."
You tilted your head, still smiling sweetly at them.
Then you said:
"Is this a good time to tell you guys I speak Chinese too?"
Everyone froze.
Jackson's head snapped up.
Eyes wide...not embarrassed, not shocked...
Impressed.
Turned on impressed.
His teammate started stuttering apologies.
Another mumbled something about not meaning disrespect.
You just shrugged.
"It's fine. I appreciate the compliments," you said in perfect Mandarin, letting it roll off your tongue smoothly.
Jackson stared at you like you'd just solved an equation he'd been stuck on for five years.
Then he leaned in slightly.
Low voice, just for you.
"ไฝ ไผไธญๆ...ไฝ ๆไนไธๆฉ็น่ฏด๏ผ"
(You speak Chinese... why didn't you say so earlier?)
You smirked.
"Didn't want to interrupt."
Jackson's eyes flicked down to your lips for half a second...barely noticeable, but enough.
Jason looked between you two and cursed under his breath.
"Oh god. Chat is right. The tension is insane. Well Imma leave you too it"
He tapped his phone already walking away from the two of you.
"Y'all need privacy."
You and Jackson stood there, silent for a moment.
Then he said,
"Come with me. It's too much here."
And the way he said it-
not a request.
Not a question.
He started walking deeper into the backstage area. You followed right behind him.
"Where are we even going?" You ask curiously breaking the silence.
Jackson stopped dead in his tracks, you almost crashed into him because he did it so abruptly.
He turned around and stared straight into your eyes...then smirked softly
"These are the perks of having an artist pass babe"
Then continued walking.
You felt it.
A pull.
A spark.
The first crack of heat.
He led you toward the private artist trailers, toward a more hidden area backstage where Coachella started to look more like an industrial site than a festival, walking just close enough that your hand brushed his from time to time.
You didn't look at him.
He didn't look at you.
All you could do is hope you both felt the same thing:
It wouldn't exactly be a lie to say you hadn't planned on spending a Wednesday afternoon kneeling between Hongjoong's legs. It would somewhat be a lie to blame it all on Hongjoong, though.
โ แจณเฌ Word Count:
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โ แจณเฌ A/N:
my twin @countlesssepia and i could NOT stop talking abt hongjoong in this tiktok, so this happened and it became a bday gift for her <3 HAPPY BDAY AGAIN BESTIE ILY
โ แจณเฌ Tags:
idol!kim hongjoong x fem!reader, SMUT!!!, dom!kim hongjoong, meanie!kim hongjoong (not rlly he's a sweetheart just a bit degrading during the act), degradation (reader!reciever), brat!reader, oral (male!rec), intercrural sex, aftercare, praise, usage of good girl (reader!rec)
It wouldn't exactly be a lie to say you hadn't planned on spending a Wednesday afternoon kneeling between Hongjoong's legs. It would somewhat be a lie to blame it all on Hongjoong, though.ย
But it was the way that one video had panned over himโone firm hand gripping his phone while the other rested casually in his pocket, asserting a quiet dominance that had your mouth running dry at the sight.
He had tilted his chin down slightly, casting a haughty look at the camera as if he knew exactly how much this would affect you. So naturally, the second he had walked through the front door later that dayโwearing the same set of tightly fitted clothesโyou had known exactly where the night was headed.ย
Hongjoong tossed his jacket onto a kitchen chair before striding towards the armchair where you were sitting, his hand sliding into your hair to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head. You shivered at the gentle touch, almost forgetting your planโno, not a plan, of course. Freudian slip. So before he could even pull back, you quickly scrambled up and pushed him, throwing him right back into the soft cushions of the chair with a choked gasp.ย
His legs fell open instantly, his knees spraying wide as he instinctively made himself more comfortable. He cocked an eyebrow in a mix of confusion and intrigue, a faint, amused chuckle rumbling in the back of his throat as you sank to your knees on the floor.ย
A small heat of crimson spread across your cheeks as you took in the man in front of you. His thighs were thick, straining even further against the fabric of the slacks from his seated position. You found yourself staring, eyes tracking the heavy crease of his pants where they bunched at his hips, your throat tightening.ย
Your fingers twitched with the urge to touch him, a wave of desperation humming under your skin as your eyes stayed glued on his bulge, swallowing an invisible lump down your throat from the anticipation.ย
Hongjoong let out a soft, amused breath from above, pulling you out of your trance.ย
โSo?โ His voice came low and quiet, almost vibrating in the thick tension between you. โDid you push me down just to stare at it?โ
The faint tease and amusement simmering in his tone made your chest feel tight, your breath hitching. You leaned forward, hands scrambling impatiently at the metal buckle of his belt, clumsy and trembling fingers reaching to force the leather through the loop.ย
Hongjoong's hand reached down, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with a firm, steady squeeze, hindering any further movement. Your breath was coming in shallow, quick puffs as he just held them still against his waistband.ย
He leaned forward slightly, tilting his head as he looked down at your flushed face, his thumbs lightly brushing over the sensitive skin of your inner wrist, controlling just how close you could get.ย
โLook at you,โ Hongjoong teased, voice dropping into a soft, slow drawl, his breath warm against your forehead. โSo impatient, baby. What got you so worked up, hm?โ
Though it had come out as a question, the slight tug of his lips forming into a knowing smirk made it glaringly obvious he already knew the answer to that.ย
You let out a frustrated, muffled sound, not really trusting yourself with words as you tried to pull yourself free. He only tightened his grip, a low, amused chuckle vibrating deep in his chest.ย
โAh ah,โ he whispered, dark eyes locking onto yours, heavy and steady. โLet me.โ
He slowly released your wrists, placing them softly on the swell of his thighs and you could feel the firm muscles in them shifting as he reached back for his belt. He didn't rush, unbuckling it with a slow, deliberate click, his gaze on you never faltering as the sound of his zipper being pulled down filled the quiet room.ย
Your mouth felt dry, swallowing the small amount of saliva your mouth had produced from the thought of finally seeing him as he reached down his boxers, pulling out his soft cock. Hongjoong leaned back, his right hand still holding his length as he looked at you expectingly.ย
The sudden, close warmth of him made your chest ache as you leaned in, letting out a shaky, ragged exhale. The breath ghosted directly over the sensitive crown of his cock, a sharp twitch rippling through his hips from the warmth.ย
He slid his fingers deep into your hair. โThat's it,โ he rasped and you could swear his voice dropped an octave, low and rough. โTake what you need, baby.โ
Instead of immediately leaning in, you tilted your face up slightly, keeping your eyes locked onto his blown pupils before you finally dragged the very tip of your tongue along the underside of his head, leaving a glistening line of moisture against his soft skin. Hongjoong's lips parted as a faint, short breath escaped, eyes fluttering shut while his head fell back against the cushion of the armchair, his cock filling out at a rapid velocity.
ย
You wanted to tease. Wanted to pull every unfiltered sound out of the man in front of you until all he could do was begโbeg for the wet heat of your mouth.ย
โF-fuckโฆโ he choked out as another puff of air hit the tip, his hips bucking upwards in a helpless jerk trying to chase your lips.ย Digging your fingers firmly into the solid muscles of his thighs, you muffled a quiet hum of satisfaction that seemed to snap Hongjoong's attention. His eyes fell on yours, dark and glazed while his breathing came in jagged, heavy hitches. He tightened his fingers in your hair, holding your head in place.ย
โI didn't sign up for a brat,โ he growled, his chest heaving under the layers of clothes. โI'm giving you one more chance to be good.โ
Content with the teasing for now, you only smirked before slowly parting your lips around the smooth tip of his cock. You opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue coat the sensitive underside of his head before tasting the saltiness of his precum leaking from the slit. His cock twitched into full hardness, fingers instinctively tightening in your hair as a low groan erupted from his throat.ย
Keeping the pace slow, you wrapped the wet ring of your lips tighter around his length, hollowing your cheeks before sinking down further trying to accommodate the girth and sheer size of him.ย
โShit,โ he managed to breathe out, his shaft laying heavy against your tongue as another sharp sound escaped the man's throat.ย
You hummed in content, sending vibrations straight through his length, and you felt the familiar bitter and salty taste coat the walls of your throat. Your eyes stayed glued to him to the best of your capabilities, making sure to put on a show he wouldn't dare to look away from.ย
A dark, red flush spread from his neck up to his cheeks as he leaned his head forward, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. He watched the way your lips stretched to accommodate his size, a faint condescending smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when he spotted the drool pooling at the corner of your own.ย
โFuck, look at you.โ And you honestly wished you could. โDown on your knees, swallowing me like it's nothing. You look so good like that, baby. Just a warm mouth for my cock.โ
You moaned at the hidden praise, swallowing him a little deeper, eager to please, your throat muscles contracting tightly around his girth as saliva trickled down to your chin. The palm of your hands slid higher up his thighs, desperately trying to anchor yourself.
โThat's it,โ he purred, his thumb lightly caressing the side of your jaw fondly. โThis is all you're really good for, isn't it?"
You whined, lips leaving his length with a pop as you gasped for air, a mixture of spit and precum painting the soft skin of your chin. The heat pooling in your lower back was becoming too heavy to ignore. Shifting slightly on your knees until your clothed pussy came in contact with your calf, you shamelessly started to rut against it as quiet, desperate whimpers spilled into the air.ย
Hongjoong tracked the movement of your hips before dropping his voice into a low, almost mocking coo, โOh, look at my poor baby.โ
His fingers loosened before gently patting your head. โSo needy just from having my cock in your mouth? Look how your hips are moving, so desperate, hm?โ He teased, a faint, amused huff of his breath making your own hitch.ย
โOnly for you,โ you teased back, voice rough from taking him before wrapping your swollen lips around the tip of his cock again, swirling your tongue around it to find the tip of his slit, lapping at the evidence of his arousal.ย
His head fell back against the cushion of the armchair, eyes sewn shut as a low, guttural moan escaped from his throat. He bucked his hips, shoving the tip of his cock further into the tight heat of your mouth. You just hollowed your cheeks, your right hand wrapping around the base of his length as another stutter of his hips sent his length all the way in, his tip coming in contact with the wall of your throat, making you gag from the surprise.ย
โFuckโahโso good, baby. Just like that โฆnnghโso close,โ he rasped, a rough, desperate edge in his voice.ย
But what would be the fun in that?
So you stopped moving, locking your jaw while wrapping your lips securely around his width, the hand on his length tightening to keep him in place as you breathed steadily through your nose.
You could stay just like this for him, your cheek resting against his thigh while he fills your mouth, the smell of his musk sending a dizzying shiver down your spine.ย
The sensation of fingers tangled deep in your roots, knuckles tensing hard against your scalp sent you back to reality like a shockwave. Hongjoong spread his knees even wider with a threatening growl, hips involuntarily twitching upward into your locked jaw.ย
He let out a long, shuddering exhale through his nose. โDon't. Stop,โ he commanded, tone assertive and harsh, completely stripped from the previous praise.ย
You ignored the demand, lips staying firmly wrapped around him without moving an inch, refusing to give in. Hongjoong tried to jerk his hips forward, thrusting hard into your unwavering stubbornness in a desperate attempt to find some friction against your wet tongue.ย
He tried twice more to force a rhythm, but your jaw remained unyielding. โIf you don't move, you don't get my cock at all,โ he threatened.
And with a sudden, firm upward pull, his hand in your hair forced your head back, dragging his length completely out of your mouth. A high, frustrated whine escaped your throat at the sudden loss of his warmth, scrambling your hands up his thighs to claw at his waist trying to pull yourself back down on his lap.ย
โAh, no. Stay there.โ He kept his grip on your hair firm, holding your head back so you could only watch as his other hand came down to grab his own shaft.ย
โB-butโโ
โI said no,โ he cut you off, beginning to stroke himself with a fast, heavy friction, head falling back as his throat clicked with a low swallow.ย
You whined at the sight, a desperate, high-pitched sound in the back of your throat as he only got closer to his release. His eyes rolled shut, jaw clenching in a straight line as mumbled whimpers tried to escape. In his haze of pleasure, his fingers subconsciously loosened their tight hold on your hair, his hand dropping slightly.ย
You didn't hesitate.ย
You lunged forward, your hand flying to the base of his shaft to squeeze tight, milking the length upward as you quickly wrapped your abused lips back around his head.ย
A loud, ruined gasp tore from Hongjoong at the sudden, tight wetness. His hips bucked upwards in a helpless, violent spasm as you hummed around his tip. Hongjoong was too far gone to fully pull you away, body shuddering as he released thick, hot heat on your tongue, surging past your lips as you pulled away to coat your chin, cheeks and your lips in a messy rush.ย
Silence filled the room aside from your hand working passionately to drain him and Hongjoong's rapid, shallow breathing. Still leaning against the cushions, his chest was heaving under the tightness of his shirt and vest, shoulders slowly dropping as the tension drained from his body.ย
On your face, the wet warmth of his release was starting to cool. A thick, heavy drop slid slowly down your cheek, tracing your jawline while the slick moisture coated your flushed lips. But you couldn't find it in yourself to care, heart hammering against your ribs, skin hot and flushed from defying Hongjoong's order.ย
Your other hand was resting flat against the carpet, and without even thinking, you tilted your hips forward, pressing your clothed, wet core against the side of your own wrist. You let out a quiet, shaky breath as you slowly ground yourself against your hand, desperate for any kind of friction, eyes staying locked on Hongjoong.ย
His eyes slowly opened, the blown darkness of his pupils gradually focusing on you. He watched your hips twitch, his gaze dropping to the way you were desperately humping your own wrist.ย
A quiet, clicking sound of disapproval escaped his lips, โTsk, tsk, tsk.โ A slow, mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his voice dropping into that quiet, patronizing coo. โSuch a bad girl, hm? Can't even follow a single order? Look where that got you, pathetically grinding on the floor in front of me.โ
He leaned his head back, arms resting relaxed on the sides of the chair as he looked down at you.ย โGet naked,โ he commanded, his voice flat and quiet, leaving absolutely no room for arguments.ย
Your breath caught in your throat. โW-what?โ you stuttered, voice small and breathless as your hips froze from the sheer, raw heat in his eyes.ย
โYou heard me,โ he scoffed. โClothes off. And then you're getting on my lap.โ
Your chest tightened, a cold shiver running straight down your spine at the quiet weight of the order. But the ache coiling between your thighs was too heavy. Too loud to ignore. Slowly, your hands reached down to the waistband of your sweats, fingers trembling so violently that you could barely grip the soft fabric.ย
Hongjoong's hungry gaze locked onto your hands, his eyes tracking every shaky stutter of your fingers as you finally pushed the sweats down your legs. You slowly stood up, kicking your feet free from the fabric and leaving them in a messy pile on the carpet.ย
The weight of his stare along with the cool air of the room sent goosebumps down your legs. You reached for the hem of your shirt, tossing it aside and the same goosebumps now trickled up to your chest, your exposed nipples quickly hardening.ย
A low, thick hum rumbled deep in his throat as he took the naked sight of you in. The smug authority in his expression had shifted, replaced by a sudden, dark heat that made his chest rise with a heavy breath. He leaned forward just an inch, his eyes locked onto the damp, glistening warmth between your thighs.ย
โNo underwear, baby?โ he said, voice low and thick with approval. โGoing completely bare under your sweats just for me? Such a good girl.โ
You swallowed hard, your face burning as you slowly shifted, preparing to climb onto his lap when Hongjoong's jaw slackened just a fraction, dark eyes widening as they tracked the sway of your hips and the soft curve of your stomach.ย
โFuck,โ he muttered under his breath, his voice strained and raw as he visibly drank you in. โSo fucking beautiful, baby.โ
Without hesitation, you lifted your leg, cautiously stepping over his thigh, and slowly lowered yourself onto his lap with a pleased sigh.ย
The rough, heavy fabric of his slacks felt coarse against the bare, sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The contrast of your hot, wet skin pressing down onto the cool, dry cotton made a quiet, desperate whimper slip past your lips. Your hands came to rest against his broad shoulders for balance, hips instinctively tilting forward to seek out his warmth.ย
Hongjoong didn't pull away from your touch, but his hands remained exactly where they had beenโresting flat against the arms of the chair. He let you hold onto him, let you lean your weight against his chest, but he offered no physical help in return.ย
โP-please,โ you whispered in a plea, voice shaking and whiny with the desperate ache between your legs. You squeezed his shoulders, knuckles turning white as you looked down at him. โIt's not enough โฆplease, Hongjoong.โ
Instead of reaching out to soothe you, Hongjoong slowly raised his arms, locking his fingers together behind his own neck as he leaned back against them, spreading his elbows wide.ย
โYou don't get to beg for more when you didn't listen earlier,โ he scoffed. โYou wanted to take your time, baby. Now you have all the time in the world. Figure it out.โ
Though his words remain harsh, he subtly shifted his weight in the chair, angling his left leg and lifting his heel slightly so that the dense muscles of his thigh flexed hard beneath you. As he moved, the heavy fabric of his slacks crinkled and bunched up, forming thick ridges of folded cloth directly beneath your aching core.ย
You let out a sharp gasp as the rigid folds of fabric pressed right against your clit, rough and intense. Unable to help yourself, you let out a broken whine and began to slide your hips forward, grinding your wetness directly against the flexed muscle of his thigh, your hands grabbing his shoulders even tighter for leverage.ย
โLook how easily you move for me when you actually want something. Such a good, needy girl, working so hard on my leg,โ he whispered, his eyes dark and fixed entirely on the movement of your hips.ย
The heat of his thigh through the fabric was dizzying. With every desperate roll of your pelvis, the creases of his trousers brushed right against your folds, milking the slick moisture from your pussy. You couldn't help the quiet, desperate whines escaping your throat, your head falling back as you focused entirely on the friction.ย
โFuck, baby. You're drenching my slacks,โ Hongjoong murmured, his voice thick and laced with arousal. โMaking such a mess of my clothes.โ
Your bare thighs framed his dark trousers, your fevered skin flushed a deep crimson. Your own slick smeared wetly across the creased cotton, soaking through the material to create a heavy, spreading stain that clung to the shape of his thigh.ย
Every time you pushed your hips down, you could see the wet reflection of your own arousal shining in the dim light of the room. Hongjoong was staring intently too, letting out a low, shaky breath at the sight.ย
โYeah, just like that.โ His eyes burned as they watched you ruin his clothes. โShow me how wet you are, baby.โ
Hongjoong was perfectly still from the waist up, yet his dazed eyes were fixated on every desperate, rolling rhythm of your hips.ย
You let out a broken, high-pitched gasp when the rough seams of his slacks caught precisely against your clit in a friction that had your mind swimming with pleasure.ย
โH-Hongjoong,โ you whimpered, your head dropping onto his shoulder as you continued to grind down at the same spot with a frantic, desperate speed. The scent of his sweet cologne mixed with the day's labor and sweat made your brain turn to mush. โPleaseโahโtouch meโฆโ
A low rumble of disapproval started in his throat. He tilted his head slightly, his soft lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, โNo.โ The word was firm and absolute. โI told you. You wanted to play by your own rules, so now you have to work for it.โ
The denial shouldn't have felt this good, this exhilarating. But you couldn't stop the moan clawing in your throat as you moved in fast, desperate circles. The friction was starting to burn against your skin, but you were so close, you couldn't stop.ย
You couldn't stop even as you felt your strength falter, thighs heavy and weak as you let out a soft, defeated cry.ย
โP-pleaseโฆโ you breathed out into the crook of his neck. โMy legs โฆI can't.โ
โGiving up already?โ teased Hongjoong. โYou were so bold earlier when you locked your jaw. Now you're sad you have to do a little work?โ
You shook your head against his shoulder, a frustrated tear slipping down your cheek to join the slick moisture already cooling on your skin, finding yourself mindlessly trying to wipe it away.ย
"I'm not giving up," you insisted, your fingers tightening in the fabric of his vest. "I just โฆI need you to hold me. Just hold my waist."
"You want me to hold you so you can rest," he stated, his eyes tracking the way your bare shoulders shook in the dim light. "But you don't deserve to rest yet, baby. You haven't finished what you started."
Instead of bringing his hands down to comfort you, Hongjoong shifted his hips underneath you. The sudden movement of his thigh flexing upward caught you completely off guard.
You let out a sharp, loud gasp as the hard ridge of his leg pressed impossibly deeper into your swollen center. Before you could pull back, he tilted his pelvis, his leg shifting in a deliberate circle beneath you. The friction was dragging through your pooled wetness with a force that made your toes curl.
"H-Hongjoong! Ahโ" you cried out, your hands desperately clutching his shoulders as you tried to lift yourself up, trying to escape the sudden overwhelming heat.
He kept his hands locked behind his head, using the strength of his thighs to dictate the movement, shifting his leg up and down, forcing the rough, soaked fabric of his slacks to grind repeatedly against you. "You wanted me to touch you, but I like my hands right where they are. You're going to take this instead."
Every time his thigh flexed, it pushed you higher, forcing your body to bend and slide over the damp, creased cotton. The wetness you had left on his slacks now worked against you, making the surface slick enough for him to rub you with a relentless, dizzying precision.
Your head fell back, your throat exposed and tight as you let out a series of broken cries. Hongjoong watched your face through heavy eyelids, his breathing turning into a series of rough pants, his neck flushed a deep, burning red.ย
"Look at me," he commanded, voice strained and tight. "Open your eyes, baby. Look at what you're doing to my leg."
Through a blur of tears, you forced your eyes open, looking down to see your own bare hips shaking violently as they were forced to grind against his soaked slacks.
The wet cotton of them dragged ruthlessly over your folds with every slow, deliberate shift of his lower body, driving the heat straight up to your chest until you could barely draw air.
"H-Hongjoong, please โฆIโm going toโ" Your voice broke, cutting off into a high, desperate sob. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders, your nails digging deep into the fabric of his vest as your thighs shook violently.
"I know," he rasped, his voice dropping into a strained groan.ย
His own composure was faltering as his hips bucked upward in a sudden, sharp motion, forcing his thigh deep against your swollen clit. "Right there, baby. Don't you dare close your eyes."
You forced your eyes open, your vision blurry with tears of frustration and pleasure. Through the haze, you locked onto his own burning gaze.
With one final, relentless roll of his pelvis, a loud, shattered cry tore from your throat, your back arching as your entire body went completely rigid. Your muscles squeezed frantically, pulsing in tight, helpless spasms against his leg, milking yourself over his thigh as you rode out your release.
Hongjoong stayed perfectly still, taking in the full, shaking weight of your finish. A sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips, eyes softening just a fraction as he looked down at your flushed, trembling body.
When your frantic breathing finally began to slow and your hips slumped weakly, completely exhausted, against his lap, he slowly brought his arms down from his head.
Hongjoong gently cupped your face with one hand, his thumb wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. "Look at the mess you made," he said softly, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips as his gaze drifted down to his ruined slacks.
Your forehead was still pressed into the crook of his neck, your shallow breaths puffing warm against his collarbone. The adrenaline was slowly ebbing away, leaving only a quiet, comforting peace in the room.
The second your weight fully settled, his arms came around your waist, his large hands flat against your lower back. He didn't squeeze tightlyโhe just held you close, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles over your skin to help quiet your lingering shivers.
"My poor baby," he cooed, his voice losing all of its previous commanding weight.
It was soft now, light and full of a fond warmth.ย He leaned his head sideways, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, then another right behind your ear. "You worked so hard, didn't you? Look at how you're shaking."
You let out a tiny, embarrassed whine, burying your face deeper into his shoulder.
A soft, genuine giggle rumbled in his chest, the vibration warm against your front. He tilted his head back slightly, trying to look at your face, but you refused to lift your head, clinging to his vest like a koala.
"Hey, look at me," he teased gently, his fingers sliding up to cup your jaw and tilt your face up.
When you finally peeked at him through your eyelashes, your cheeks flushed a bright red, Hongjoongโs eyes crinkled at the corners. He let out another quiet, affectionate laugh, leaning forward to pepper your face with tiny, sweet kissesโone on your forehead, one on the tip of your wet nose, and several soft, smacking ones right on your lips
"You did so well," he praised against your mouth, his thumb gently wiping away a dry smudge of his own release from your cheek. "So beautiful. You took everything I gave you and you still managed to ruin me, you stubborn little thing."
He leaned back just a fraction, his hands sliding down to your hips to help support you as you sat on his lap. As he shifted, the cold, wet dampness of his slacks pressed against your inner thighs again.
Hongjoong looked down, his eyes landing on the dark, massive wet stain completely soaking through the fabric of his trousers.
He let out an amused laugh, his shoulders shaking. "Oh, my god," he giggled, poking the damp spot on his thigh with his index finger, then looking back up at you with wide, teasing eyes. "You really did soak my pants. You completely drenched me, you little menace."
"Don't laugh," you mumbled, your face burning as you tried to hide your face back in his neck.
"I'm not laughing, I'm proud," he laughed, wrapping his arms securely around your naked back and squeezing you tight against him.
He slid his hands down to the backs of your thighs, gently lifting you so you could adjust your posture. He pulled you even higher up his torso, wrapping your legs around it to lock you into a warm, naked embrace against his chest. His fingers began to trace the sensitive line of your spine, his nails lightly scratching your lower back in slow, gentle lines.
"Really, baby," he whispered, his voice soft as he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes shining with pure adoration. "You have no idea how beautiful you looked."
You let out a soft, pleased hum, your hands sliding up to cup his jaw, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones. He leaned into your touch immediately, closing his eyes and pressing a warm, lingering kiss into the palm of your hand.
"I love how much you want me," he whispered against your skin, his hands sliding back up to hold your shoulder blades, pulling you in until there was no space left between you. "Even when you're being a stubborn little brat, you're still my good girl. You did so amazing today. I'm so proud of you."
He rocked you slowly from side to side in the chair, running his fingers through your hair, gently untangling the messy, damp strands where he had held you so tightly earlier, taking his time to soothe every inch of your scalp.
"Come here," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then I'm wrapping you in a blanket and holding you for the rest of the night. Sounds good?"
unscripted, the podcast that talks about everything sex, is the bane of wooyoungโs existence. he hates her snarky voice, her tips that he can guarantee are baseless, he hates that all of his friends are jumping on the fucking bandwagon when wooyoung can give them the same goddamn advice from experience. never in a million years would he guess that the person behind the voice, the girl in a sexless, boring, long-term relationship, is you.
genre: strangers to lovers!au/fuck buddies!au, angst, smut (a lot of it), a little bit of fluff, diplomat!Jaehyun
general warnings: y/n diary entries integrated into story, a whole lot of longing and yearning, unrequited love, slow burn jealousy, tension, misunderstanding, mentions of past traumas (death of family members, nothing graphic), unprotected sex (pulling out), oral (f/m receiving), multiple orgasms, mature language, slight dom dynamics from both y/n and Jaehyun, minor spanking, group sex, double penetration
status: ongoing
words: 31k
taglist: open
Your life has never been like this. You've never lived waiting for a call, never counted down days to see a man again, never felt like your mood depended on his absence. Your diary has never seen so many words written about someone who made you feel this way.
But that was before; now you were tangled up in this situationship with a man you knew nothing about. Correction, you know he's working at an embassy.
Each encounter leaves you wanting more, every peek of him sets you on fire and you know it can't be love, it must be the mystery of him that makes you on edge, but yet you're still falling deeper in it each time.
This is my very first fanfiction ever, so I'm a little nervous but also really excited to finally share this.
English is not my first language, so please be kind and patient with me. Plus I attempted to write sentences in Chinese which I'm also not fluent in (lowkey setting myself up for failure thinking about this in hindsight)
Also, I have zero real-life knowledge of how Coachella actually works or looks like-everything in this story is based purely on my imagination and videos I have seen lol
So if some locations or timelines don't make sense... I'm sorry in advance ๐ญ
This story is meant to be fictional, messy, dramatic, and fun...not a realistic documentary.
โ ๏ธI am writing this fanfic on Wattpad so if you wanna continue reading u can do so hereโ ๏ธ
If you enjoy it, I'd love if you:
-like the story
-leave a comment
-or give me any feedback
Thank you for reading and giving my first fic a chance.
The air behind the Sahara tent felt like it was buzzing. The mix of bass, sweat, sunscreen, and that weird Coachella magic that made everyone act a little crazier, a little hotter, a little braver, a little more empty headed. Coachella always had that kind of effect on people...the insufferable heat and the unbearable dry dessert air are a deadly combination.
Your set was in an hour.
And you were still half in your glam chair, half running around looking for your fucking USB.
Of course, that's when you run into the next "A-List Celebrity"
A familiar voice shouted from behind:
"YO YN! COME HERE FOR A SEC THE PEOPLE WANNA TALK TO YOU!"
You turned around and saw Jason the Vietnamese-American YouTuber and Streamer you'd known for like two years. He was live, obviously, his sidekick cameraman right on his toes with a ring light brighter than your future.
Chat on his phone moving so fast he can barely read one message.
Random EDM blasting somewhere behind him.
You were already overstimulated from looking at him.
"Chat, look who's here," he yelled, waving you over. "We got Coachella's baddest DJ in the building!"
You laughed and stepped into frame, pushing your hair behind your ear with one hand, waving into the camera with the other.
"Don't lie to them like that," you said, then switched to a fake influencer voice:
"Heyyyy guys!"
His chat exploded instantly:
WHO IS SHE???
SHE'S FINE ASF
GIRL DROP THE @
JASON SECURED A BAD ONE??
You rolled your eyes but played along, blowing them a kiss.
Jason grinned. "See? She always does that. That's why y'all fall in love."
And then, from slightly off-camera,
someone else stepped into frame.
Of course you knew his name.
And you knew his presence.
Tall, black cargo pants, sleeveless top that showed arms he definitely worked on, dark hair, jawline sharp enough to slice open your self-esteem.
Eyes almost too warm for his expression.
He looked like someone who didn't need attention...but always got it. Of course you were a fan but you decided to play it cool giving the situation.
Jason pulled him in by the wrist.
"Ayy chat, look who else is here. You guys know Jackson right? He's performing here too."
Jackson nodded toward the camera, cool, calm, confident...zero effort.
"Hey, how y'all doin? "
Even his voice had that low heat to it, like he was accidentally seductive. Ugh you hated him but also you loved him but also you can't show any of it...great...
Then Jason gestured between the two of you:
"YN, meet Jackson. Jackson, meet YN. Both of you should def collab. And if that happens I need at least like 10%. Also chat wants you both on screen, move in."
Before you could react, Jackson stepped closer.
Close enough that the left sleeve of your top brushed his shoulder.
He smelled like cologne you'd only smell in LA: expensive, subtle, addictive.
You kept your face neutral but your heartbeat kicked up like a faulty kick drum.
Jason shoved the phone toward both of you.
"Okay okay, say hi together!"
You tilted your head toward Jackson, camera-ready.
He leaned slightly toward you...not too much, just enough to show confidence.
You smiled politely at chat.
Jackson didn't smile at all...he just looked straight into the camera with that cool, unreadable expression.
Chat went insane:
WHO IS THIS DUO OMG
WE NEED THESE TWO TOGETHER
THEIR CHEMISTRY??? HELLO???
JACKSON LOOKING FINE AF WTF
JASON THIRD-WHEELING HARD LOL
You felt your cheeks warm.
Jackson noticed.
Of course he fucking did.
Then he finally looked away from the screen and...straight at you.
A slow blink.
A tiny smirk.
Like he was internally saying,
So that's you.
He extended a hand.
You took it.
"Nice to meet you," he said.
His hand was warm.
Large.
And he didn't let go immediately.
Before anything else could happen, one of Jackson's team members walked over...two guys speaking quickly in Mandarin, glancing at you.
You didn't react.
Not yet.
Jackson shot them a look. "Guys. Not now."
Then turned to the two you again.
They ignored him and kept talking.
About you.
Clearly.
Words like:
"ๅฅนๅพๆผไบฎ" (she's pretty)
"ๆ่งๅฅนๅพๅๅฎณ" (she seems impressive)
"็ๅ็พไผๅๆฌข่ฟ็ง็ฑปๅ" (Jackson Wang would like this type)
You kept your face blank.
Jackson tried to play it cool but looked mortified.
Jason, now aware of the situation, laughed. "They're hyping you up, don't worry."
You tilted your head, still smiling sweetly at them.
Then you said:
"Is this a good time to tell you guys I speak Chinese too?"
Everyone froze.
Jackson's head snapped up.
Eyes wide...not embarrassed, not shocked...
Impressed.
Turned on impressed.
His teammate started stuttering apologies.
Another mumbled something about not meaning disrespect.
You just shrugged.
"It's fine. I appreciate the compliments," you said in perfect Mandarin, letting it roll off your tongue smoothly.
Jackson stared at you like you'd just solved an equation he'd been stuck on for five years.
Then he leaned in slightly.
Low voice, just for you.
"ไฝ ไผไธญๆ...ไฝ ๆไนไธๆฉ็น่ฏด๏ผ"
(You speak Chinese... why didn't you say so earlier?)
You smirked.
"Didn't want to interrupt."
Jackson's eyes flicked down to your lips for half a second...barely noticeable, but enough.
Jason looked between you two and cursed under his breath.
"Oh god. Chat is right. The tension is insane. Well Imma leave you too it"
He tapped his phone already walking away from the two of you.
"Y'all need privacy."
You and Jackson stood there, silent for a moment.
Then he said,
"Come with me. It's too much here."
And the way he said it-
not a request.
Not a question.
He started walking deeper into the backstage area. You followed right behind him.
"Where are we even going?" You ask curiously breaking the silence.
Jackson stopped dead in his tracks, you almost crashed into him because he did it so abruptly.
He turned around and stared straight into your eyes...then smirked softly
"These are the perks of having an artist pass babe"
Then continued walking.
You felt it.
A pull.
A spark.
The first crack of heat.
He led you toward the private artist trailers, toward a more hidden area backstage where Coachella started to look more like an industrial site than a festival, walking just close enough that your hand brushed his from time to time.
You didn't look at him.
He didn't look at you.
All you could do is hope you both felt the same thing:
This is my very first fanfiction ever, so I'm a little nervous but also really excited to finally share this.
English is not my first language, so please be kind and patient with me. Plus I attempted to write sentences in Chinese which I'm also not fluent in (lowkey setting myself up for failure thinking about this in hindsight)
Also, I have zero real-life knowledge of how Coachella actually works or looks like-everything in this story is based purely on my imagination and videos I have seen lol
So if some locations or timelines don't make sense... I'm sorry in advance ๐ญ
This story is meant to be fictional, messy, dramatic, and fun...not a realistic documentary.
โ ๏ธI am writing this fanfic on Wattpad so if you wanna continue reading u can do so hereโ ๏ธ
If you enjoy it, I'd love if you:
-like the story
-leave a comment
-or give me any feedback
Thank you for reading and giving my first fic a chance.
The air behind the Sahara tent felt like it was buzzing. The mix of bass, sweat, sunscreen, and that weird Coachella magic that made everyone act a little crazier, a little hotter, a little braver, a little more empty headed. Coachella always had that kind of effect on people...the insufferable heat and the unbearable dry dessert air are a deadly combination.
Your set was in an hour.
And you were still half in your glam chair, half running around looking for your fucking USB.
Of course, that's when you run into the next "A-List Celebrity"
A familiar voice shouted from behind:
"YO YN! COME HERE FOR A SEC THE PEOPLE WANNA TALK TO YOU!"
You turned around and saw Jason the Vietnamese-American YouTuber and Streamer you'd known for like two years. He was live, obviously, his sidekick cameraman right on his toes with a ring light brighter than your future.
Chat on his phone moving so fast he can barely read one message.
Random EDM blasting somewhere behind him.
You were already overstimulated from looking at him.
"Chat, look who's here," he yelled, waving you over. "We got Coachella's baddest DJ in the building!"
You laughed and stepped into frame, pushing your hair behind your ear with one hand, waving into the camera with the other.
"Don't lie to them like that," you said, then switched to a fake influencer voice:
"Heyyyy guys!"
His chat exploded instantly:
WHO IS SHE???
SHE'S FINE ASF
GIRL DROP THE @
JASON SECURED A BAD ONE??
You rolled your eyes but played along, blowing them a kiss.
Jason grinned. "See? She always does that. That's why y'all fall in love."
And then, from slightly off-camera,
someone else stepped into frame.
Of course you knew his name.
And you knew his presence.
Tall, black cargo pants, sleeveless top that showed arms he definitely worked on, dark hair, jawline sharp enough to slice open your self-esteem.
Eyes almost too warm for his expression.
He looked like someone who didn't need attention...but always got it. Of course you were a fan but you decided to play it cool giving the situation.
Jason pulled him in by the wrist.
"Ayy chat, look who else is here. You guys know Jackson right? He's performing here too."
Jackson nodded toward the camera, cool, calm, confident...zero effort.
"Hey, how y'all doin? "
Even his voice had that low heat to it, like he was accidentally seductive. Ugh you hated him but also you loved him but also you can't show any of it...great...
Then Jason gestured between the two of you:
"YN, meet Jackson. Jackson, meet YN. Both of you should def collab. And if that happens I need at least like 10%. Also chat wants you both on screen, move in."
Before you could react, Jackson stepped closer.
Close enough that the left sleeve of your top brushed his shoulder.
He smelled like cologne you'd only smell in LA: expensive, subtle, addictive.
You kept your face neutral but your heartbeat kicked up like a faulty kick drum.
Jason shoved the phone toward both of you.
"Okay okay, say hi together!"
You tilted your head toward Jackson, camera-ready.
He leaned slightly toward you...not too much, just enough to show confidence.
You smiled politely at chat.
Jackson didn't smile at all...he just looked straight into the camera with that cool, unreadable expression.
Chat went insane:
WHO IS THIS DUO OMG
WE NEED THESE TWO TOGETHER
THEIR CHEMISTRY??? HELLO???
JACKSON LOOKING FINE AF WTF
JASON THIRD-WHEELING HARD LOL
You felt your cheeks warm.
Jackson noticed.
Of course he fucking did.
Then he finally looked away from the screen and...straight at you.
A slow blink.
A tiny smirk.
Like he was internally saying,
So that's you.
He extended a hand.
You took it.
"Nice to meet you," he said.
His hand was warm.
Large.
And he didn't let go immediately.
Before anything else could happen, one of Jackson's team members walked over...two guys speaking quickly in Mandarin, glancing at you.
You didn't react.
Not yet.
Jackson shot them a look. "Guys. Not now."
Then turned to the two you again.
They ignored him and kept talking.
About you.
Clearly.
Words like:
"ๅฅนๅพๆผไบฎ" (she's pretty)
"ๆ่งๅฅนๅพๅๅฎณ" (she seems impressive)
"็ๅ็พไผๅๆฌข่ฟ็ง็ฑปๅ" (Jackson Wang would like this type)
You kept your face blank.
Jackson tried to play it cool but looked mortified.
Jason, now aware of the situation, laughed. "They're hyping you up, don't worry."
You tilted your head, still smiling sweetly at them.
Then you said:
"Is this a good time to tell you guys I speak Chinese too?"
Everyone froze.
Jackson's head snapped up.
Eyes wide...not embarrassed, not shocked...
Impressed.
Turned on impressed.
His teammate started stuttering apologies.
Another mumbled something about not meaning disrespect.
You just shrugged.
"It's fine. I appreciate the compliments," you said in perfect Mandarin, letting it roll off your tongue smoothly.
Jackson stared at you like you'd just solved an equation he'd been stuck on for five years.
Then he leaned in slightly.
Low voice, just for you.
"ไฝ ไผไธญๆ...ไฝ ๆไนไธๆฉ็น่ฏด๏ผ"
(You speak Chinese... why didn't you say so earlier?)
You smirked.
"Didn't want to interrupt."
Jackson's eyes flicked down to your lips for half a second...barely noticeable, but enough.
Jason looked between you two and cursed under his breath.
"Oh god. Chat is right. The tension is insane. Well Imma leave you too it"
He tapped his phone already walking away from the two of you.
"Y'all need privacy."
You and Jackson stood there, silent for a moment.
Then he said,
"Come with me. It's too much here."
And the way he said it-
not a request.
Not a question.
He started walking deeper into the backstage area. You followed right behind him.
"Where are we even going?" You ask curiously breaking the silence.
Jackson stopped dead in his tracks, you almost crashed into him because he did it so abruptly.
He turned around and stared straight into your eyes...then smirked softly
"These are the perks of having an artist pass babe"
Then continued walking.
You felt it.
A pull.
A spark.
The first crack of heat.
He led you toward the private artist trailers, toward a more hidden area backstage where Coachella started to look more like an industrial site than a festival, walking just close enough that your hand brushed his from time to time.
You didn't look at him.
He didn't look at you.
All you could do is hope you both felt the same thing:
