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[💬] 단이 ܃ god i LOVE paparazzi by lady gaga. also can u tell ive never been to a concert... im still ot7 btw!! soloist!hee js suited this one better 😓
you hurried backstage, the security guard who was sent to help you following behind.
"hey," you call out, stepping into the dressing room.
the sight of you makes heeseung beam, getting up and wrapping his arms around you.
the makeup artist sighs, knowing it's going to be a while before she can get him back to finish his makeup. heeseung, meanwhile, indulges in pressing a long kiss to your cheek.
"let's go somewhere else?" he suggests, turning to mouth the words 'i'll be back' at the makeup artist and nodding at the security before leading you out of the room with a strong arm snaked around your waist.
you two quickly find a secluded part backstage where the roadies have left extra equipment and left. it's dimmer here, so the chances of someone seeing you two are low.
“i missed you,” he whispered, kissing you.
“you did amazing,” you praise him between kisses.
“yeah?”
you hum in response, the sound vibrating through your bodies.
heeseung’s hands drop from your waist to the base of your legs, just below your ass.
with a short, reassuring kiss on your neck, he lifts you up, pinning you up against the wall.
your arms slide over his shoulders, pulling him closer.
a few quiet moments pass by as he simply just looked at you.
he loved it. the way you did your eyeliner. the way your lashes fluttered whenever you blinked your eyes. just, you.
“you looked so pretty out there, baby,” he murmurs, hands gripping your thighs securely.
your legs lock around his waist and your hand finds its way into his hair, running your hand through his dark, wine red locks as heeseung's lips crash into yours, capturing your lower lip.
“all for you,” you whisper when he pulls away. you bring your hand to his face, dragging the back of your hand from the base of his ear down across his jawline. the cool metal of his earrings contrast with the warmth of his skin, and it sends a shiver down your arm. “gotta remind you who your biggest fan is out there.”
a smirk crosses his face, a straight up sinful one that lifts the right corner of his lip as his eyes flit between your eyes and your lips.
it was clear he loved it, the way you always caught his eye and the way you were absolutely smitten with him―of course, he was enamored with you too.
he wraps a hand around the hand following the curve of his jawline, fingers lacing through yours, and brings it to his lips to kiss your knuckles before pinning it above your head against the wall.
the surprise melts away quickly as heat rushes to your cheeks, a blissful sigh escaping your throat as heeseung busies himself with pressing a trail of kisses along your jawline and then down the column of your throat.
“you love being mine, hm?”
you hum, the sound broken as you tilt your head back to give him better access.
but instead of feeling his lips against your skin again, you feel the floor underneath your feet.
“gotta go back, baby,” he exhales, still holding on to you. “c’mon, i’ll take you back to the dressing room so that security can make sure you get back to your seat safe.”
you dramatically sigh at him and heeseung chuckles, pecking your lips one last time. “i’ll give you your vip treatment when the show’s over, darling.”
[💬] 단이 ܃ god i LOVE paparazzi by lady gaga. also can u tell ive never been to a concert... im still ot7 btw!! soloist!hee js suited this one better 😓
you hurried backstage, the security guard who was sent to help you following behind.
"hey," you call out, stepping into the dressing room.
the sight of you makes heeseung beam, getting up and wrapping his arms around you.
the makeup artist sighs, knowing it's going to be a while before she can get him back to finish his makeup. heeseung, meanwhile, indulges in pressing a long kiss to your cheek.
"let's go somewhere else?" he suggests, turning to mouth the words 'i'll be back' at the makeup artist and nodding at the security before leading you out of the room with a strong arm snaked around your waist.
you two quickly find a secluded part backstage where the roadies have left extra equipment and left. it's dimmer here, so the chances of someone seeing you two are low.
“i missed you,” he whispered, kissing you.
“you did amazing,” you praise him between kisses.
“yeah?”
you hum in response, the sound vibrating through your bodies.
heeseung’s hands drop from your waist to the base of your legs, just below your ass.
with a short, reassuring kiss on your neck, he lifts you up, pinning you up against the wall.
your arms slide over his shoulders, pulling him closer.
a few quiet moments pass by as he simply just looked at you.
he loved it. the way you did your eyeliner. the way your lashes fluttered whenever you blinked your eyes. just, you.
“you looked so pretty out there, baby,” he murmurs, hands gripping your thighs securely.
your legs lock around his waist and your hand finds its way into his hair, running your hand through his dark, wine red locks as heeseung's lips crash into yours, capturing your lower lip.
“all for you,” you whisper when he pulls away. you bring your hand to his face, dragging the back of your hand from the base of his ear down across his jawline. the cool metal of his earrings contrast with the warmth of his skin, and it sends a shiver down your arm. “gotta remind you who your biggest fan is out there.”
a smirk crosses his face, a straight up sinful one that lifts the right corner of his lip as his eyes flit between your eyes and your lips.
it was clear he loved it, the way you always caught his eye and the way you were absolutely smitten with him―of course, he was enamored with you too.
he wraps a hand around the hand following the curve of his jawline, fingers lacing through yours, and brings it to his lips to kiss your knuckles before pinning it above your head against the wall.
the surprise melts away quickly as heat rushes to your cheeks, a blissful sigh escaping your throat as heeseung busies himself with pressing a trail of kisses along your jawline and then down the column of your throat.
“you love being mine, hm?”
you hum, the sound broken as you tilt your head back to give him better access.
but instead of feeling his lips against your skin again, you feel the floor underneath your feet.
“gotta go back, baby,” he exhales, still holding on to you. “c’mon, i’ll take you back to the dressing room so that security can make sure you get back to your seat safe.”
you dramatically sigh at him and heeseung chuckles, pecking your lips one last time. “i’ll give you your vip treatment when the show’s over, darling.”
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[💬] 단이 ܃ i kinda nerded out over the car uh... also my first work! id love feedback plspls
you met jay at the racetracks.
you were a young pit stop engineer with a fire to establish yourself, and he was the racer whose car's wings you were trained to adjust.
a win wasn't foreign to jay. he was a very skilled driver and one of formula 1's long-standing stars over his four-year career, accumulating wins or podium spots consistently.
but skill and a reputation for racking up wins didn't dissipate the heat in the car building up from rivalry and the shared desire to win.
undeniably, the tension between you two was as intense as the competition on the asphalt was, and jay recognized it instantly despite this being your first weekend with the team.
if there was anything jay had learrned from his career; it was that there was no time to waste on waiting. he wasn't going to risk waiting around to get to know you knowing that the romantic tension between you two might fizzle out.
and so, jay found you after what your team called an extremely successful race (both drivers had placed podium).
"y/n, right?"
you turned away from your belongings to look at him. his voice was casual yet undismissive―inviting, even.
you zip up your hoodie, his eyes following the zipper as they watch what you have on underneath disappear beneath the fabric.
"yeah," you finally reply.
"you did great today," he says smoothly. "wouldn't take you for a newbie."
"i'm sure it didn't make a difference." you sling your bag over your shoulder before finally meeting his gaze. "thanks, anyway."
he chuckles. you were humble. he liked that.
"can i drop you home?"
you pause at his offer, raising an eyebrow. he was direct. confident. you considered it. jay may have been a famous racer, but who he actually is off camera was still a mystery to you. 'stranger danger,' your parents would tell you as a kid, but you liked this danger before you.
"who am i to say no to a free ride?"
that was how you ended up in jay's lamborghini and then in a secluded road. the coastal wind blew over you two, the salt of the sea mixing with the notes of jay's signature perfume. the setting sun made your skin glow softly, the subtle highlight a contrast to the purplish-orange sky.
jay's hands gripped your thighs, fingers pressing into your flesh. you pressed your hands against his chest, fisting his jacket as his tongue continued exploring your mouth.
the strong breeze blew your hair into his face and he lifted a hand, pushing your hair away, tucking it behind your ear and cupping your cheek without pausing.
you pulled away from the kiss, catching your breath for a split second before jay chased your lips again. his thumb stroked a line across your cheek as he kissed you again.
you met his eyes momentarily as he pulls away, his needy gaze and ruffled hair were no match for his smug smile, like he was still in control despite being absolutely drunk in you.
his lips pressed against the smooth column of your neck this time, tracing your jugular vein. your pulse thudded under his lips and he could feel it racing with every press of his lips.
the engine purred smoothly around you.
"how fast does she go?" you ask.
"349 kilometres per hour," jay states simply, leaning back against the pushed back seat, as if it was a speed normal cars would hit easily.
"almost as fast as the formula one car," you observe.
"why don't we test her?"
you look down at him, he was composed with dilated eyes and red lips.
"we'll get in trouble," you reason.
"only if they catch us."
you snorted, amused and amazed by his confidence at the same time. you push off his lap and move back to the passenger seat, feeling jay's hand trace down your side before pulling away.
jay straightens up, hand gripping the wheel. with a few fluid movements, you both are back on the roads again.
he lifts your hand to his lips for a kiss as if to say 'i've got you' and places your hand on his thigh before he steps on the accelerator.
it's fast. faster than anything you've experienced.
it's amazing.
you watch the speedometer rise past 200 km/h and a new feeling starts wrapping around you.
going this fast, it's also terrifying.
the feeling of your stomach lurching as jay presses down on the accelerator, watching the trees and streetlamps blur by faster until the night sky is all you can see anymore.
you look over, watching jay drive with a quiet intensity. his eyes are trained on the road, occasionally switching to the side-view and rear-view mirrors. with one hand on the wheel and the other and gear stick, he looks like he belongs here, speeding down the empty lanes.
you close your eyes and relax, arm resting on the side of the car. the wind whips at your face, screaming into your ears over the roars of the aventador's mighty engine.
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[💬] 단이 ܃ i kinda nerded out over the car uh... also my first work! id love feedback plspls
you met jay at the racetracks.
you were a young pit stop engineer with a fire to establish yourself, and he was the racer whose car's wings you were trained to adjust.
a win wasn't foreign to jay. he was a very skilled driver and one of formula 1's long-standing stars over his four-year career, accumulating wins or podium spots consistently.
but skill and a reputation for racking up wins didn't dissipate the heat in the car building up from rivalry and the shared desire to win.
undeniably, the tension between you two was as intense as the competition on the asphalt was, and jay recognized it instantly despite this being your first weekend with the team.
if there was anything jay had learrned from his career; it was that there was no time to waste on waiting. he wasn't going to risk waiting around to get to know you knowing that the romantic tension between you two might fizzle out.
and so, jay found you after what your team called an extremely successful race (both drivers had placed podium).
"y/n, right?"
you turned away from your belongings to look at him. his voice was casual yet undismissive―inviting, even.
you zip up your hoodie, his eyes following the zipper as they watch what you have on underneath disappear beneath the fabric.
"yeah," you finally reply.
"you did great today," he says smoothly. "wouldn't take you for a newbie."
"i'm sure it didn't make a difference." you sling your bag over your shoulder before finally meeting his gaze. "thanks, anyway."
he chuckles. you were humble. he liked that.
"can i drop you home?"
you pause at his offer, raising an eyebrow. he was direct. confident. you considered it. jay may have been a famous racer, but who he actually is off camera was still a mystery to you. 'stranger danger,' your parents would tell you as a kid, but you liked this danger before you.
"who am i to say no to a free ride?"
that was how you ended up in jay's lamborghini and then in a secluded road. the coastal wind blew over you two, the salt of the sea mixing with the notes of jay's signature perfume. the setting sun made your skin glow softly, the subtle highlight a contrast to the purplish-orange sky.
jay's hands gripped your thighs, fingers pressing into your flesh. you pressed your hands against his chest, fisting his jacket as his tongue continued exploring your mouth.
the strong breeze blew your hair into his face and he lifted a hand, pushing your hair away, tucking it behind your ear and cupping your cheek without pausing.
you pulled away from the kiss, catching your breath for a split second before jay chased your lips again. his thumb stroked a line across your cheek as he kissed you again.
you met his eyes momentarily as he pulls away, his needy gaze and ruffled hair were no match for his smug smile, like he was still in control despite being absolutely drunk in you.
his lips pressed against the smooth column of your neck this time, tracing your jugular vein. your pulse thudded under his lips and he could feel it racing with every press of his lips.
the engine purred smoothly around you.
"how fast does she go?" you ask.
"349 kilometres per hour," jay states simply, leaning back against the pushed back seat, as if it was a speed normal cars would hit easily.
"almost as fast as the formula one car," you observe.
"why don't we test her?"
you look down at him, he was composed with dilated eyes and red lips.
"we'll get in trouble," you reason.
"only if they catch us."
you snorted, amused and amazed by his confidence at the same time. you push off his lap and move back to the passenger seat, feeling jay's hand trace down your side before pulling away.
jay straightens up, hand gripping the wheel. with a few fluid movements, you both are back on the roads again.
he lifts your hand to his lips for a kiss as if to say 'i've got you' and places your hand on his thigh before he steps on the accelerator.
it's fast. faster than anything you've experienced.
it's amazing.
you watch the speedometer rise past 200 km/h and a new feeling starts wrapping around you.
going this fast, it's also terrifying.
the feeling of your stomach lurching as jay presses down on the accelerator, watching the trees and streetlamps blur by faster until the night sky is all you can see anymore.
you look over, watching jay drive with a quiet intensity. his eyes are trained on the road, occasionally switching to the side-view and rear-view mirrors. with one hand on the wheel and the other and gear stick, he looks like he belongs here, speeding down the empty lanes.
you close your eyes and relax, arm resting on the side of the car. the wind whips at your face, screaming into your ears over the roars of the aventador's mighty engine.
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