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For real tho...

The amount of requests in my inbox for Woozi smut is just-

Ya'll woozi stans (Im one too fml) are wild.

But I am N O T complaining. But uh... look forward to the dirtiness getting ready to come out...

A Car Ride [Woozi nsfw]

requested!

I’m sorry for the title being so much of a pun, I couldn’t resist. I’m trash.

I hope all you dirty Woozi stans (I’m one too) enjoy this.

Note: one thing I hate doing is proofreading, so expect mistakes ^^

Word Count: 1189 Pairings: Jihoon x Reader Genre: smut, just smut warnings: pwp, car sex, dirty talk, woozi has a little bit of a potty mouth, lmao

"I already said no."

Your pout was still evident as you sat back in your seat, your attempt of getting into Jihoon's lap thwarted when he pushed you away gently.

"It's been so long..."

He frowned at your words, but still refused to relent, starting the car and pulling out of his spot in the Movie Theatre parking lot. "I know, baby. But, you know I like to take my time, and I'd much rather have you writhing on my bed than in this car, where anyone passing by could see you."

"You're no fun." You mumbled, crossing your arms in a childish manner as he drove off. After a month and a half apart with him traveling, you just wanted to spent every possible second you could with him.

Jihoon glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, rolling his eyes at your behavior. He was not the type to give in so easily, even if he did love you immensely. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll let you top for a bit tonight. How does that sound?"

The offer was tempting and made your stomach do flips at the thought of it, but you were far to anxious for some action in that moment to agree so quickly. Seeing that his hands were placed firmly on the steering wheel as he directed the car, you smirked and reached forward, placing your hand lightly on his upper thigh. "But, I could always top right now. Ride you right here in the front seat of your car. It'll give you something to think about every time you drive."

Your hand rubbed slowly along the jean fabric of his leg, your smirk growing in intensity when you caught his subtle gulp and the slightest shift of his hips in the seat.

"You're being extra naughty tonight, y/n." He commented in a low voice, but made no move to redirect you this time. "Be careful, or I might have to punish you when we get back home."

You let out a small giggle at his words, your hand moving up to grip the tent in his jeans. "It's the perfect excuse for you to spank me, though, isn't it?" You bit your lip as your fingers grasped the tip of his zipper and began pulling it down.

Jihoon cleared his throat, his brows furrowing as he tried to concentrate on driving and not what your fingers were doing, slipping into the waist band of his pants.

It didn't take much after that for him to cave, nothing more than one hard tug at his member was enough to have him pulling over to the side of the road the next change he got. He didn't say anything as he switched of his car and reached over to pull you into his lap, his arm moving downward to push his seat all the way back.

"You know I fucking love what your hands can do to me, y/n, but since you're so damn needy right now, I guess I have to give you what you want now, don't I?"

You gasped when his lips met with the skin of your neck, his teeth harshly biting down on the sensitive flesh. A moan escaped your lips when his hands worked their way up your waist, passing lightly of your breasts until he had your shirt over your head. Your bra followed and soon his mouth moved from your neck to your breast, his tongue swirling over the soft flesh, his teeth snagging the sensitive bud of your nipples.

Your hips gyrated against his roughly in an attempt to satiate the growing heat in your core, but no amount of dry humping would help you when you were so needy for his touch. You felt blessed when his hands moved onto the ends of your skirt, hiking the material up so it sat at your hips. He didn't even warn you when he slipped a finger inside of you, your wetness already providing you with the preparation you would've otherwise needed.

"You want me to fuck you so badly, don't you, baby?" His hot breath was suddenly in your ear as a second finger joined the first, forcing you to grip his shoulders, the need to hold onto anything to steady yourself winning over. His thumb rubbed over your clit slowly, causing you to lose the strength you had left to hold you up, your head falling on his shoulder as you groaned into his neck.

"F-fuck, Jihoon. That feels so good."

"Does it?" He questioned, punctuating his words with a harder push against your sensitive nub. "Or would you prefer my cock instead?"

You were a whimpering mess as he continued to work his fingers inside of you, any attempt to make a coherent sentence failing. It wasn't until he tsked and began pulling his fingers out that you realized he wanted an actual answer and would tease you endlessly if you didn't give one to him right away.

"I want to ride you." You quickly blurted out before he begin pushing you back into your seat. You had a death grip on your shoulders as you waited for him to make the next move, half expecting him to fuck with you and leave you desperate for attention once more until you returned to the apartment.

You were pleasantly surprised when he let out a shaky breath and shifted you upward a little in order to free his member from the confines of his jeans. It was obvious then that he was just as fucked over as you were in that moment, and when he shoved aside your panties to enter you roughly, you knew you were a goner.

It took a few hard thrusts from him to have you bucking your hips against his as you rode out an intense orgasm. And, had he not been so turned on from the moment your hand pressed against his thigh he probably would've lasted longer, too.

Your walls clenching and unclenching around him and the sound of your moans filling up the hot air inside of his car had him reaching the edge faster than he had ever done so before. He released into you with a high pitched moan of his own, one that you loved to hear every time and relished in as he continued to push into you slowly to milk everything he had.

Even after you were done, you both needed a few minutes to gather yourself before making any moves, panting and huffing as you caught your breaths. When he pulled out of you, you couldn't help but moan at the sensation, still sensitive to everything.

He helped you clean up with a napkins that he kept in his glove compartment before gentle easing you back into your seat, his hand holding yours after his zipped his own pants back up and started the car again.

Neither of you even needed to say anything as you drove back to your place, the warmth of fondness even after such dirty actions filling the space between you.

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.