hello! i notice your request is open, so i want to req!:)
could you write about female actor!reader with woozi? where the reader starred in a romance movie, and then once it was finally released to the public, they watched it together n woozi gets annoyed throughout the whole thing? (if that makes sense lol)
maybe make it smut 👉👈 if you can't write for female specifically, i don't mind it being gender neutral. thank you, and sorry for the long request! i hope you have a great day/night!🩷
hii! 🩷 i love this request honestly, it was so fun to write!! i hope it will be to your liking since i added some parts on my own and also that's like my first proper smut?? till now i've never really tried to write it as a full scene - only some snippets of the stuff so bear with me 🙏 but nonetheless i liked the idea so much! and woozi has pink buzzcut here because it's iconic. love you, take care!! 💋
♥︎ synopsys: it was your big day - the grand premiere of your first serious movie production. and although to the outside world you’re known as the rising star of romance movies, to your boyfriend you’re more of an adult film actress.
♥︎ pairing: woozi x fem! reader
♥︎ warning: SMUT - MDNI! dirty talk, swearing, blow job, sex in a car!, recording, fingering, p in v, creampie, semi-public sex?
♥︎ notes: sorry it took so long!! i have to say it was so fun writing this i love writing for svt members :))
"you know i can tie my own tie just fine."
he couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips.
"don't be petty, and besides..." you started to smooth out any wrinkles on his pitch-black tux jacket. "i like doing this for you."
a shadow of a smile spread across his face. he couldn't help but find you adorable as you took a longer look at your work.
"i'm worried the paparazzi are going to be more interested in my plus one than me." chuckling, you scanned him from head to toe for any possible imperfections, but you knew there weren't any. he was perfect, after all.
"i'll make sure to stay behind so i don't steal too much of the spotlight." woozi turned around, glancing at his reflection in the mirror.
"that won't do. i want the world to finally meet you."
grabbing two sets of jewellery, you raised your hands to face level.
"now tell me, silver or gold?"
a not-so-hidden blush crept onto his face at your previous sentence, but you had just given him the perfect opportunity to mask it, so he brought his hand to his face in a gesture of deep thinking.
"gold will suit the dress better, i think."
being a rising hollywood star was probably on most little girls "when i grow up..." lists. it was on yours. and although reality happened to be much harsher than the childhood dream, you couldn't say you didn't fulfil your wish. the path to where you were now was bumpy and full of unexpected turns, but you pushed through, and now you were getting ready for probably the biggest premiere of your career so far.
"one night in monaco" was a production that cost more money than you'd ever seen before. it was a year and a half full of filming in different locations all around the world. you got to work with the biggest names in the industry, met the best directors, and experienced the life of a movie superstar. you travelled the world, watched sunsets in every possible country, tried food from all around the globe, and the best part—it was part of your job.
but while you were having the time of your life, your boyfriend was barricading himself from the outside world.
"woozi, you're really going to regret this one!" your voice could be heard from the other side of the door.
the constant flights giving him jet lag, you being away and busy with people he hardly knew, and sleeping somewhere else nearly every night—all of those things were taking a toll on him, and you could see it clearly. you tried to explain that if it was too tiring for him, then he could go back home and wait for you, that you would still make time to talk via facetime or visit him in person. but your boyfriend had one tiny disadvantage: he was the most stubborn person on earth. so despite hundreds of your attempts, he always stopped you mid-sentence, saying that he wanted to be next to you while you were making this step in your career.
after all, woozi felt this was what he owed you for sticking with him through his hardships, when he was only starting his job as a full-time music composer.
you two met over a shared project. you were playing a small role in some kind of tv drama, which wasn't necessarily high culture, but you needed money. he was a friend of a friend who got recommended to make the soundtrack. you remembered listening to samples with him in one of the crew's vans.
"ooh, this part right here with the violin—it's chef's kiss, really!" you said, excitement audible in your voice.
"thanks, recording this took me one full day," he said sheepishly.
"who would even last that long in the studio?"
the question was supposed to be rhetorical, but his answer caught you off guard.
"yeah... i was very desperate to bring out only the cleanest sounds."
"wait, so it's you playing the melody?" you arched your brows in disbelief that someone could be so talented and still humble.
"well, yeah. i don't have that many connections yet, so most of those instruments are played and recorded by me," he answered, scratching the back of his head in a bashful way.
"woozi, this is a masterpiece! i'll make sure to spread your name in the industry. people have to know you're this skilful!" you put your arm around his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.
one could've said the rest is history. but what happened is very much worth mentioning. the soundtrack caught some attention from bigger producers, and brick by brick, woozi was building his little empire, along with you. every time you got a role somewhere, you always mentioned him to your manager, saying he was the only qualified person for the job. you felt like bonnie and clyde, minus the criminal part.
naturally, you two grew closer, and after some time and torturous pushing from your friends, you officially got together. at least officially for you, because the outside world still didn't know that two of the hottest show-business stars were actually dating each other.
"woozi, really. i know you don't like crowds, but you could've come and seen at least one scene. today jungwon will be filming his motorcycle stunt!"
but, as you were fully expecting, your argument was answered with a simple and firm "no" from the other side.
it was always like this with him. when there were too many people, woozi just couldn't handle it. not to mention he was a certified workaholic, and even you were hopeless when it came to getting his ass out of the mini studio he created for himself everywhere you two travelled. the maniac brought all of his recording equipment with him at all times.
and so, despite the film being made right under woozi's nose, he really hadn't seen a single scene or even a snippet of it.
"i think it's even better that way" he admitted, taking a final look at the way his dress pants fit. "i'll enjoy it more now that it has that element of surprise."
you actually doubted that the element of surprise woozi was talking about would make the show more enjoyable for him. you had mentioned that the plot mainly consisted of a romance between the male and female lead with elements of action. but what you had failed to confess was that there were kissing scenes. a lot of them. and some were even heated.
and woozi knew you played the main role in the production, but about those few previously mentioned facts?
you had battled with yourself over this countless times.
but you just couldn't find the right moment to tell him. it might sound like a lame excuse, but you couldn't bring yourself to talk about it during the little time you spent together. after filming all day, the last thing on your mind was creating awkward situations in your relationship—you only wanted to feel comforted and loved. and because you were so busy day after day, every time you came home you only searched for woozi so he could pull you into his embrace and drown you in affection instead of telling him that you'd spent the day making out with your male lead three times in a row just to perfect a scene.
the burning pit in your throat kept getting bigger and bigger, though, and the guilty feeling spread through your chest the longer you thought about it. if you didn't tell him now, would that really be better than him seeing everything for himself later?
maybe this was your last chance.
"hey, woozi, i... actually, i have something important to mention."
you would rather see him bitter now than drag him and his pouty lip from interview to interview later.
"what is it?" buttoning his cuffs, he glanced at you expectantly.
"so... you know we're adults, and i suppose this kind of thing shouldn't bother us much, but... you know, since this is basically a romance movie, there will be some... kissing, right?"
you had a feeling you paused after every word. only after finishing did you realise you'd said it all in one breath.
woozi's reaction was... unexpected, to say the least.
after a moment, he smirked and let out a low chuckle. you observed his face for any sign of jealousy or sadness, but there wasn't even a hint of either in his expression.
"baby, like i would be jealous of that." he shook his head in disbelief. "you know i feel pretty confident in our relationship. to be honest, i was expecting this."
"but you're okay with it?" you asked as you felt sweat forming on the backs of your palms.
"i have to be okay with it because it's just a part of your job. and you know i would support you no matter what."
his hands moved to your sides, giving your waist a little squeeze.
"i'm mature enough to understand that there are no feelings behind the actions i'll see on the screen tonight. don't worry about me and just enjoy yourself today, okay? it's your big night."
giving you another reassuring hug and a kiss to the corner of your mouth, he walked past you.
"i'm gonna grab something to eat quickly while we still have access to normal food, and you get yourself all pretty and come join me downstairs," he said, a playful wink making you smile a little.
he turned fully towards you, visibly waiting.
"thank you for doing this with me. i know you would rather spend the evening another way, but you have to know i love the fact that we'll be able to share this."
his smile changed from cocky to warm and inviting.
"you're cute when you get emotional like this."
the scoff that left your lips carried an undertone of pure annoyance.
"you're really something, dismissing my worries like that," you pointed out jokingly, twisting the strands of your hair so they would fall around your face in a slightly more chic way.
"keep talking and you're gonna be late for your own event." his voice grew distant as he made his way to the kitchen.
but what neither of you knew was that the night ahead would be far more eventful than one big premiere.
two pairs of shoes and five different bags later, you could finally say you were satisfied with the way you were going to present yourself tonight and headed downstairs, where woozi was already waiting impatiently. the slight tension on his face faded away the second he saw you.
you were practically floating as you made your way down the spiral staircase of your apartment. the long gown trailed behind you, but in the most fashionable way possible. the open back of the dress, the teasingly tight top, and a cleavage that revealed just the right amount—it was like a scene from a movie.
his hand clasped over his chest, eyes full of awe, lips parted slightly in an inaudible sigh of admiration.
you were from another world.
"and you were worried i would outshine you." his voice was barely audible in the great space of your shared home.
you only responded with a giggle.
as there was no more time for longing looks and sappy confessions, you gathered your things, and after about ten minutes, you were both seated in a very spacious, comfortable limousine your manager had sent to pick you up.
you were on your second glass of champagne when woozi's hand stopped the glass from spilling more bubbly alcohol into your mouth.
"at this rate, you're going to arrive drunk at the party," he warned, taking the drink from your hand and emptying it in one go to prevent any further drinking.
"i know, i'm just so nervous about this. i think i just—" your rant was cut short by the gentle touch of his hand against your cheek.
"getting wasted won't help at all, baby. think about it as a reward for your hard work." his thumb started drawing different patterns against your skin, and you could feel his gaze softening under the dim lights of the bmw.
the rest of the ride went smoothly enough that you arrived with a clear mind, ready to do interview after interview.
when you stepped out of the car, you were immediately greeted by lights so bright that you had to squeeze your eyes shut. you'd heard that movie stars with bigger portfolios eventually got used to the camera flashes and stopped being bothered by them. but you were still new to this kind of attention, so the first few seconds were a little overwhelming.
that was until you felt a familiar touch against the palm of your hand.
woozi belonged in this industry, you thought to yourself as you took a quick look at him. he could easily be mistaken for an actor with his strikingly handsome face.
taking your hand in his, woozi led you through the crowd of paparazzi and stepped onto the red carpet.
the first step felt like entering a dream.
it was ironic since you were actually making it come true while strutting down the path, posing left and right for different cameras. and woozi accompanied you the entire way, his hand never leaving yours.
"you're doing just fine. if anything happens, i'm right behind you."
the words left your cheeks a little warmer.
you really couldn't say you had any concerns about tonight.
but, boy, were you foolish.
after the interviews and small talk, you and woozi headed to the grand hall to find your seats. the room was as large as an opera house and had both stalls and balconies. both of you had assigned seats in the first row and were seated with the rest of the cast.
the whole event began with official greetings, speeches, and a lot of "thank you"s—the boring stuff, which you mostly spent gossiping through with your partner.
then it was finally time for the screening.
woozi's hand tightened around yours.
"i'm proud of you, baby."
those were the last innocent words you would hear from him that night, but you didn't know it back then.
you focused entirely on the movie. you got immersed from the very first scene. you couldn't comprehend how spectacular the male lead's acting was. you fully believed his tragic backstory, how his mother died and how his father abused him.
but then you appeared on the screen.
it was so strange to see yourself on the big screen for the first time. somehow, it shattered the image in front of your eyes, peeling away the illusion you wanted to believe in. all of a sudden, it became something so... plain.
it was simply you staring at yourself like in a mirror, observing every movement, every angle.
when your scene finally ended, you could return to watching the movie without that annoying feeling in your gut.
you didn't know that's how actors dealt with watching their own films.
the plot started to thicken, and before you could even think about the next scene from the script you'd memorised by heart, it was time for the romance part.
a subtle touch against your cheek.
his fingers cupping your chin and angling your face just right.
everything about the kiss shown on the screen screamed romance.
breathless, you pulled away.
"we both know you're doing this for yourself."
your line was delivered in the most heartbreaking way possible.
"i want you, y/n. i want to do it for us."
those simple words were enough for you to throw yourself into his embrace, pulling him impossibly close, your lips crashing against his in a desperate attempt to keep him there, to make him stay this time.
you could feel yourself gripping the armrest of your seat for dear life as you internally tried to cope with the overwhelming sense of embarrassment.
there you were, on the big screen, in front of thousands of people, getting all whiny and desperate over your male lead.
it was only acting, but still.
you found it hard to watch as you became more and more mortified by your own lovestruck expressions displayed on the screen.
the make-out scene was actually more heated than you remembered.
or maybe it was the editing.
either way, it looked very sensual and intimate. the movie didn't even have to show what happened next because everybody could tell where it was going.
you believed everything had remained in good taste thanks to the supervision of your director, but you still couldn't help peeking at your partner beside you.
woozi's eyes were glued to the floor. his posture tense, hands clasped in fists and a slight frown adorning his face.
he was pissed. and you knew what this sour face means.
for a second there, you had a hard time believing that your boyfriend got so jealous over something like this, but at the same time — maybe you were too laid-back about it?
the conflict in your head took over your attention completely, and you couldn't stop spiralling for the rest of the movie — even when it was the famous motorcycle scene that always made you gag.
woozi also seemed to be in his own world throughout the whole show. he didn't move an inch, and when you tried to gently nudge him, he didn't respond at all. you could only imagine how it would be coming home with him now.
after gathering all the bouquets and kind words, you managed to slip into your limousine, woozi following a few steps behind like a kicked puppy.
settling into the comfort of your car, you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. woozi sat opposite you, spreading across the leather seats like a goddamn king on his throne.
the silence could suffocate.
good thing the driver's seat was separated from your section by soundproof glass, because lord knows what woozi has in store for this conversation.
"i can't decide whether i'd rather have stayed clueless until seeing all this or known everything beforehand." he made sure the "everything" got properly articulated in the sentence.
"i did tell you about the kissing part." you said in defence.
"yeah, but you didn't mention the part where you moan his name and his hands end up in your pants." he snickered at your lame excuse.
"they didn't show that in the movie entirely! it's all left to one's imagination." you pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest.
"no one is foolish enough to see the face you're making right now and think that you're only holding hands."
at that, you fell silent.
you couldn't argue about that.
you would never tangle yourself up in something that made you feel too exposed, but this scene was meant to involve only some stupid kissing. you forgot what the editing team was capable of when left unsupervised.
"woozi, i... i'm sorry. i know you must have felt bad, but i promise you it was only for the movie, just an act, nothing more." you stretched your arm out in his direction, your hand delicately nudging his where it rested on his thigh.
he didn't respond right away.
there was a flash of something different in his eyes. something more dangerous than jealousy.
his fingers curled around your wrist in a firm hold.
woozi's lips quivered for a second, his subtle frown morphing into a fond, barely noticeable smirk.
his presence drew closer.
pulling at your body, he brought you forward and into him as his lips grazed your ear.
"then show me how you do it for real now."
your cheeks flushed pink in an instant. you could feel the blood leaving your legs completely and gather somewhere entirely elsewhere. he had this effect on you and only from his talking.
"woozi at least wait till we get to our home." you tried to reason with him, you really did but even you knew it's pointless. horny and desperate was after all the worst emotional mix he could get himself into.
woozi's lips smashed into yours in a hungry kiss. it took you a millisecond to let out a fairly loud moan, that thankfully got caught in his throat.
"you made me wait for it for the past two and a half hour. don't you think you're maybe too cruel?" he managed to gasp out in between the kisses.
his hands were quick to travel up your arm to your shoulder and behind your neck, pulling you even closer. you wanted to be even so your unsteady fingers started to play with the buttons of his dress shirt, trying to mindlessly open it without damaging the piece of clothing. woozi helped you by taking his jacket off in one swift motion and loosening the tie you so neatly tied for him earlier.
"there goes my hard work." you huffed, small, playful smirk dancing on your face. you couldn't help it when he was so hot and ready for you.
"trust me, you're still in for a lot baby." at that he pulled your head down so that your nose was touching his crotch.
you peeked at him from behind your lashes, despite knowing full well what he wanted from you. without him uttering another word, with new found vigour and confidence you pulled down the zipper of his black dress pants.
"i'm curious what the screenwriter had in mind when he was writing this scene." the palm of his hand caressed your soft hair as he was observing your every move. "think he imagined it like that?"
pulling his pants down along with his underwear his cock sprung free and hit his abdomen. in all its glory you couldn't stop staring at it, feeling your mouth and pussy watering at the sight. every time you were about to put it in your mouth you wondered how the hell you managed to fit it there. your curious eyes flew up to him again. there was something about eye contact in moments like this, when your hands took a hold of him so gently and your tongue lolled out to kitten-lick around the tip in nearly slow-motion. maybe you were a famous movie star for the outside world but for him? you were willing to be his private pornstar.
"think he... he wanted you to do this to the main guy?" the sentence came in chopped parts due to his heavy breathing. woozi's hand tightened in your hair, gently urging you to do your job properly and stop being a tease. despite you wanting to play with him for a little longer, you complied, taking a bigger, more confident lick from the base of his cock to the tip.
"fuck..." was the only warning sign for you before you were forced to take the whole thing down your throat in one go. your pleas and complains were all muffled by your boyfriend's huge cock shoved inside your mouth and you could only try to steady your breath and cry about it. you feel a long stripe of slick pooling in your panties and if you weren't as well restrained your fingers would already be shoved inside you as deep as his dick is in your throat right now. but it wouldn't be satisfying one bit now that you know the feeling of his digits in your pussy so you were willing to wait for the bigger prize.
you started bobbing your head up and down his lenght, trying your best to give him only pleasure and no teeth. your tongue was drawing swirling patterns as it went up and down, up and down again.
"good thing they settled for something softer." woozi's moans were like commas. "this view is reserved only for me."
as he said that, one of his hands left your head and reached into his pocket. your eyes widened a little at the sight of what he took out of it.
pressing the big red button on the screen, the little flash on and the camera in his phone pointing directly at you.
"i want to remember this night" he muttered, his hips involuntary pushing forward.
blush crept up your face but if he wanted a show you were more than willing to provide. sounds of slurping and gagging filled the entire backseat as your tongue was doing the most creative patterns on his cock. you boyfriend couldn’t stop himself from rocking his pelvis into your face, sinking his dick deeper and deeper. woozi was a panting mess, droplets of sweat covering his forehead.
„f-fuck… just like that baby…” you wondered how will he sound on the video. will it be even close to the airy, whiney tone he has now? and will he ever come back to this video? maybe when he starts feeling alone and needy and you will be away at that time. honestly, you trusted your boyfriend with this stuff. you knew he wouldn’t ever risk damaging your reputation. and you loved doing this little snippets of your dirty stuff.
one of your hands that was resting on his thigh moved up to touch his stomach. you could feel the muscles contracting, signalling that the coil inside is about to burst. seeing him putting away his phone you took advantage of his brief moment of distraction and pulled yourself off his lenght, a string of saliva being the proof of the contact. disheveled hair, bright red cheeks, glossy eyes and messed up lipstick - you were a sight that woozi wouldn't be able to ever dream. yet you were kneeling in front of him now in your purest form, second after blowing him off on the way home. you were a living dream.
you didn't have time to regain your composure because one of woozi's hands flew to your thigh, pulling the side of your dress as high as to see your underwear.
his fingers wrapped around your throat - without pressure, just there, asserting his presence. at this point you were unable to form any full sentence and it was about to get serious. skillful digits reached behind the fabric of lilac panties and agonizingly slow they pressed themselves against your clit. he started to draw small circles on the surface of your pussy, little gasps of air escaping your mouth every now and then. the pressure began to be overwhelming and you hurriedly got rid of your garments, helping him out.
"so eager" he commented as his fingertips began to travel deeper down, parting your folds and teasing your entrance. the moan you let out at that was like straight from the pornographic film. woozi took advantage of your excitement, sliding one of his fingers in your pussy in one go. you were getting embarrassingly loud but he was a quick witted guy so the moment your whines got a little too audible he swallowed them all in his own lips attached to yours. adding second finger in without warning he worked hard to stretch you out perfectly for him.
"if you want to be able to get it inside you'll have to relax baby" he whispered against your lips, forehead pressed to yours, brows knitted in focus.
you were only able to faintly nod as you could feel yourself float higher and higher, your wall tightening on his fingers, a definitive sign your orgasm was approaching. and as much as woozi loved you, he couldn't have you come on his fingers after you awakened the biggest jealousy fit in a centaury. with much regret his slipped his fingers out of you as your eyes widened in shock, your orgasm being ripped away from you.
"but... why?" a broken cry could be heard in your voice as a frightening realization hit you that maybe, just maybe, that's his way of punishing you.
"baby i want only the best for you, you know that, right?" the caressing touch against your thigh got your mind twisted, confused as to what was his motive.
"and i think the best way for you to show me you belong only to me is for you to come on my cock."
the tone of his voice in your ear made a shiver run down your spine and straight to the place you need him most. despite your wobbly legs you managed to straddle him, hands immediately sliding down to his cock - the only thing in your head now.
"you're funny when you're so cock drunk — you haven't even had it in you yet, and you're already so dumb."
at his remark, you felt even smaller under his gaze. you always turned into putty in his hands.
"can i? please, baby, i'm gonna make us feel so good." you didn't know why, but your mouth started to blabber pleas involuntarily.
he only snickered at that.
"so polite. how could i ever deny you anything?"
one of his palms cupped your cheek in the most affectionate way, contrary to the harsh grip on your thigh.
carefully, you aligned his cock with your entrance and began to slowly slide down, feeling first the stretch of his tip inside and then gradually the rest of him. a loud moan accompanied your every little move.
"f-fuck..." he sighed, and that was when your gaze lingered on him a little longer.
pretty, pink, short hair messed up from all the kissing and gripping, a pink blush on his cheeks, a tiny bit of saliva covering his lower lip, and those brown orbs hidden underneath a fan of lashes, blown-out pupils, and half-lidded eyes. he was a sight.
when the burning sensation of him inside you eased, you began to slowly move up and down his length.
"you are... so amazing, you know?" his voice was barely audible amid the heavy breaths and little sighs.
the feeling of woozi's dick inside you could be carved into your brain and soul — it was that good. filling you up perfectly, you were going from conscious to a blabbering mess in no time. you couldn't even respond to his praise now because all that was in your mind was his cock ramming in and out of you, coating your walls in his precum and smearing it everywhere. the soft "plop,plop" was echoing in your head, the stretch inside making you shiver. he was all up in your mind. little noises escaped past your lips without your control as you were getting more lost in the feeling of his dick destroying your insides with each hard thrust. because when woozi was fucking you he made sure you feel every inch of him.
your pace quickened, and you could feel his hands wrapping around your bottom to support you. you could always count on him, even when he was fucking your brains out <3 being already sensitive down there you could feel your orgasm approaching.
"woozi, i... i think i'm close." through the haze in your head, you managed to spit out half a sentence, half a warning.
his grip only tightened. tongue lolling out, you anticipated an answer, a permission, anything.
"don't... i want to... want to feel you milk me dry when i finish."
your stomach twisted. a particularly loud, prolonged whine escaped your lips but was quickly swallowed by woozi's grabby lips on yours. he couldn't risk the driver hearing what was going on in the backseat.
"stay the fuck quiet..." he muttered, now going faster inside you on his own. "or do you get off on someone hearing you fall apart on my cock?"
you could actually cry in that moment. imagining what the poor driver propably hear right now made you clamp down on his dick even harder. the image in your head of the face he would make upon seeing you two right now, fucking like animals in the backseat of luxurious limousine made your head spin. postponing your orgasm, teasing, the way his dick was so perfectly filling every inch of you — it felt like too much. yet you couldn't stop. doing your best, you tried to match his pace, but seeing your legs giving up, woozi decided to be merciful and lend you a hand — quite literally.
he slid his hands underneath your thighs and began to move you up and down to his liking. he was pushing you down so hard you could feel the tip of his thick cock kissing your cervix every goddamn time.
"fuck!" you cried out silently, your hands flying to your face because there was no way you could keep your mouth shut now.
"please." you begged silently, fearing you wouldn't last. you were literally on the verge of the greatest orgasm ever.
"i got you, baby." woozi's breath caught in his throat when he felt your walls squeezing him particularly tight. "i'm close, y/n... come on, baby, cum... fuck!..cum for me."
you could feel your soul ascending as a crushing wave of pleasure washed over your entire body. you threw your head back, gripping woozi's shoulders for dear life, curling your toes and moaning his name as your walls started to flutter around your boyfriend's dick, making him come right after you. spurts of thick, hot cum covered your insides as you couldn't stop the faint twitch of your hips against woozi's crotch.
your head fell onto his shoulder. pressed against each other, you were both trying to catch your breath. his grip around your thighs loosened, and you could hear soft panting against your ear. you started to affectionately stroke his pink, nearly bald head, whispering sweet nothings.
god, if that's how woozi reacts when he sees one scene of you kissing another guy, then the next audition you're doing will be for a rom-com.
"we've made a mess..." he mumbled under his breath, peeking around.
you turned your head and gasped softly. your slick was covering not only woozi's pants, but somehow it had ended up on the middle seat too, glistening in the low light on the black leather.
"this is probably the last time we're renting a car from this company" you chuckled lightly.
his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb drawing patterns on your skin.
"you know i will support you no matter what, right?"
the question had no ulterior motives behind it, only honesty and care, but it still made you want to tease him a bit.
"even if it includes kissing other dudes on screen?" your hands slowly smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt, knowing the ride home was coming to an end and that you would both soon have to look at least somewhat presentable again so the driver wouldn't suspect anything just yet.
"as long as you're okay with the consequences of your actions, then—with a heavy heart—yes." as he said that, he placed one hand on his chest in a mock-hurt gesture.
you rolled your eyes at him.
"you'd better pull yourself together before we have to leave, because i won't be able to look this poor driver in the eyes."
