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noise [woozi nsfw]

Requested!

Okay, so it’s not overly graphic nsfw, more so hinted, but definitely still there. I hope I didn’t disappoint, I struggled with ending it more than I would’ve liked, and it wasn’t nearly as dirty as my other Jihoon requests were, lmao.

but I tried!

Enjoy~

-Kai

Word Count: 735 pairings: Jihoon x Reader genre: smut-ish

Your eyes skittered over to the desk across from yours, where Jihoon sat with his headphones on, concentrating on his music. He noticed you staring almost instantly and clucked his tongue, turning the monitor of his screen away from you.

“Trying to steal my work, babe?” He questioned, slipping one side of his headphones off so he could hear your reply.

You simply scoffed at him, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. “Of course not, darling. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

He rose a brow when you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back in your seat. “Wouldn’t be the first time, though.” He commented after a minute of observing you, earning an even bigger scoff as your stare turned into a glare.

This was a banter that often went back and forth between the two of you. You were both so similar, that as producers, it was only natural that your taste in music would coincide and similar sounds would come from the songs you put together. It happened on more than one occasion, from either of you, where one would finish a song and play it for the other only to find a similar song had also been formed, though different in its own ways.

At first it was annoying for both of you to put up with, knowing full well you had original ideas. But after years of the occurrence happening, it grew to be a commonplace amongst your work sessions, and not a day passed where you didn’t tease each other at least once about it.

For the sake of this argument, you picked a particular song that had most recently coincided with your boyfriends.

“I have never once stolen your music, Jihoon. I was making the melody of my song first, and you started after me. It wasn’t my fault they sounded similar.”

“You know I work on songs for months. I hadn’t just started it. You’re just lucky it was nothing but a side project for me, otherwise I probably would’ve actually gotten pissed about it.” He tsked, giving you just as defiant of a look.

“And I don’t work on mine for just as long?” His comment had actually rattled you a little bit, but you refused to let him know that as your eyes moved to the irritated smirk against his lips.

He caught your eyes on his lips, and purposefully swept his tongue out across the bottom of them. The action distracted you momentarily from you conversion, but his next words brought you back.

“Probably longer.”

It was meant in a sweet way, you knew, but the way his voice darkened as he said it, his eyes now also wandering over the features on your face, the mood changed from mild irritation to something a little more needy.

The tension always started like this.

Insults, half-assed compliments, and dangerous looks.

But, you knew that every time you did insult each other, it was simply noise in comparison to how you truly felt. Those emotions were shown in your actions, not your words, and whenever Jihoon pulled into his lap and push you back against his sound board as his lips made magic on your body, much like it did with his songs, you were weak against him.

You bit back your moans as his tongue lapped at the skin of your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone teasingly as he chuckled against your skin.

“You should just write a song full of your moans. It’ll be the best music I’ve ever heard, and maybe then I’ll acknowledge you as a better producer.”

Your hands fisted in his hair at his words, tugging back a little harsher than necessary to get him to look you in the eye. “I don’t need your acknowledgement to know who’s the better artist, baby.”

You solidified your words with a grind of your hips against his, causing him to release one of his low moans, the sound as silky and velvet-like as when he sang, but it made you a lot more delirious. His hands gripped your hips as he forced you to continue the action, his own bucking up to meet yours as he threw his head back over his seat in pleasure.

As much as the two of you loved music, the sound of your moans was the greatest noise either of you could ask for.