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"Channie?" You peek your head into the studio room before sighing and coming into the room fully. Closing the door behind you with a loud click that finally makes your boyfriend turn around on his swivel chair to face you.
"Princess?" a cliche nickname, but one that Chan loved using for you. Who were you to refuse such a sweet name from an even sweeter man. "What're you doing here?"
"Bin and Ji called me," This is when Chan fully takes in your appearance. An oversized hoodie, one of Chan's actually. Your slippers, hair tied up and completely bare faced. "It's late, Channie. Real late."
It's not uncommon for Chan to be working all hours in the studio, but since the two of you (finally) moved in to your apartment together he'd gotten better during his studio days. He'd still work late, but he'd always be back by midnight at least. "It's three in the morning."
You see Chan's tired eyes widen just a little at your confession of the time and he rubs his temples. "They woke you when they rang?"
"I don't like sleeping without you anyway." You shrug it off like it's nothing but you know Chan is already mentally beating up himself for having the guys be so worried about him that they detour to waking you up to get you to come take him home.
"I'm sorry," Chan says weakly.
"Never be sorry, you know I'll never stand in the way of your work. Just don't want you over-working. I brought you some water, at the very least. And those drops for your eyes that refresh them, you've been staring at a screen too long, Hmmm?" You didn't even need Chan to answer the question, you knew him too well.
He accepts the water and the drops gratefully and you slump into the leather couch at the back of the room, Chan watching you with guilt.
"Want to talk about it?" Honestly you didn't really understand that much about producing or mixing but sometimes it helped when Chan had a block or something to just get all his thoughts out to help him think clearer.
"I just need inspiration for the backing track, but nothing seems to be doing it justice."
"Which song?"
"Red lights,"
"The one Hyunjin said was like... 'hard sexy' right?"
Chan can't help but laugh as he nods, that's exactly how Hyunjin had described it to you when you asked about the song him and Chan wrote together. "That's the one. I just need another hour- maybe two! If nothing springs to mind by then I'll go home, okay princess?"
You would happily sit here for as long as Chan asked. But you knew better, he wasn't in the right frame of mind for it, and he wouldn't let this go until he figures it out. It's borderline obsessive but in the most passionate way. You will never stand in the way of his work or his music, you praise every time a sound comes from that precious recording booth and you guard Chan's laptop like your life depends on it. For Christmas, you bought him a safe to keep it in for when you're at home. Chan thought it was a gag gift... it wasn't.
"Maybe I can help you..." The words spill from your lips like honey, sweet and nurturing. You stand up and turn Chan's chair back around, so he's facing a bunch of buttons and controls and mixing tools you don't understand. Before your hands find their way to his shoulders. Pressing and rubbing the tender knots that have formed from him being hunched over relentlessly for hours on end.
"You're too good to me," Chan murmurs. "I just find the 'sexy' concept so difficult."
He's thinking out loud, you know he's not really talking directly to you. Just getting his thoughts out there in the open. But this one makes your stomach sink. Chan wasn't new to self deprecating himself, but it made you twist unpleasantly whenever he did it. You idolised him, you thought he was the sexiest man to walk earth, you found every single thing about him attractive and loveable. And you've been spending almost three years trying to prove it to him.
"Channie..."
"I know, sorry." He mumbles but you still sigh. Giving his shoulders a final squeeze before coming around to him and leaning down. Chan's attention quickly lands on you just as you capture his lips with yours for a dear kiss, pulling back just to caress his cheeks. "I really need to finish this track Princess."
"Okay," you say and then drop to your knees, right under the desk. Looking up at Chan through lidded eyes.
"W-what are you-"
"Do you trust me, Channie?"
You watch as Chan's adam's apple bobs up and down as he gulps. "More than anyone."
"Indulge me in an idea I have to help you, yeah?"
Your hands come up to his thighs and you knead the clothed muscles. Within seconds a tent starts forming under his sweats. He always did melt into your slightest touch. Putty in your hands. Your Channie.
"Focus on your work, Channie. Let me inspire you..."
"Y-you always in-inspire me Princess you don't- ah- you don't- need to try,"
Your hand ghosts his bulge and then you finally give him a rub, palming him through his sweats before your fingers find his waistband and his hips lift on instinct. Letting you tug them down easily and watching with excitement as his heavy cock springs out.
You settle on your knees more comfortably, shuffling yourself up until your face to face with his pretty pink cock. Licking from the bottom of the large vein running up his shaft. Chan grunts and throws his head back on the chair and you hum contented as a drop of salty pre cum smears your lips once you reach the head. "Tell me more about this sexy song, Channie...."
"Well it's..."
He chokes on a gasp as you swallow his cock, making sure to use ample spit and drool to coat his thick length, making it wet enough for what you're planning. You pop off with a harsh suck to the tip, it was plenty lubed up for you now and Chan hisses as the cold air mixes with your spit on his length, making him shiver before you begin pushing the chair back a bit, making Chan watch as you lift his hoodie enough just
for you to yank your underwear down. Chan doesn't miss the wet stain he sees on them as they drop to the floor. Biting his lower lip to contain hismelf. His knuckles white as he grips to the armrests on the chair.
"It's what, Channie?" You flutter your eyelashes at him. Encouraging him to continue his conversation and teasing him all at the same time.
You hike yourself up to straddle his lap, but hover over his length. Not giving him what he really wants just yet, and denying yourself too.
"What're you doing to me?" Chan whispers against your lips, before giving you a kiss that makes you melt.
"Me? Im not doing anything. I'm just admiring my sexy boyfriend at work."
You lean down and give his base a squeeze before lining his tip with your wet entrance and sliding down onto him, until you're flush against him in his lap.
"Fuck, Princess." Chan's hands instantly go to your waist.
"No, I believe this is called cockwarming." Your hands snake around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair.
"Cockwarming?"
"Mmmm, I'll just sit here with you inside me until you're done."
Chan raises an eyebrow and you swear you can see a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Do you want me to have a heart attack, is that it?"
This makes you rupture into laughter, and in doing so you lightly move up and down on his length, which makes the laughing instantly stop as a moan is pulled from the both of you.
"Oh you're in for it."
"No, you're working, remember?" You tilt your head to the side before leaning to trail wet open mouthed kisses over his jaw and down to a particular spot you know he likes just under his earlobe, and when your teeth graze said spot, you're rewarded with his hips lifting and bucking up into you. Your gasp only spearing Chan on to do it again, and again.
"C-Hannie. Chan! Chan..."
"This what you wanted princess? Didn't really think you could just sit on me and make me take it like that, did you?"
"A-ah!!" You whine as he begins going harder, skin slapping skin as you struggle to keep yourself up. Chan notices, and so he stands up completely, lifting you with him, still attached and leading you to be against the walls. And it's like Chan gets the same thought you do.
"You know, we haven't ever done it in the studio right... such a waste of the sound proofing..."
You were still again, but you were pressed against the wall. Chan's hips stilled but his cock still rock hard inside of you, pinning you to the wall as your legs lock around his waist.
"God forbid this studio is used for like... actual studio purposes." You pant back. Struggling o keep yourself composed. Whenever you think you have control of a situation, Chan flips it like a switch.
"You know, it's almost like I stayed behind on purpose, knowing Binnie and Jisung would leave eventually... and if I was stubborn enough..."
His hot breath ghosts over your face, sending goosebumps to ripple throughout your entire body as his lips connect to yours briefly before pulling away. You meet his warm but intense gaze and you feel your face flush from just how damn attractive your man was.
"Then they might have called my future wife to come and get me out of my studio..."
"You planned this?" You ask right before he bites down on your lower lip, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. You try not to think about how he said 'future wife' too much because if you do you might cum on the spot.
"Me?" Chan asks as if he's the Virgin Mary, all innocent and coy, which drives you even crazier because you know exactly what he's like. Whether he believes he's sexy or not. He is. Point blank. No arguing about it. Period. "Princess, how could I plan you coming here and attempting.. what was it called again, cockwarming me?"
You whine and try and get some friction, struggling to stay sane when he was fully shafted in you.
"Isn't this what this is? Me just staying in you without moving? Isn't this what you wanted?"
The glint in his eyes was like watching the flickering of a roaring fire. "Chris...please..."
You only called him Chris when you were desperate, and right now you were drowning in arousal that only he could satisfy.
"So no cockwarming?"
"Christopher if you don't start fucking me- a-Ah! Fuck."
"Like this?" Chan grits out as he pulls himself always completely out of you just to ram himself back in. Your head flings over his shoulder as you cling to him. Your nails digging into his back, which he loved. Loved seeing how much you could squirm and handle in his arms. How hard he could go with you, how fucked out he could make you. "Whatever my princess commands."
"Y-you're so- fuck Chris. This is so- so hot."
Your teeth sink into the junction of his neck to muffle your moans, and as much as Chan loves the pain and mark that you'll leave on him, he wants to hear you. "Soundproof, remember? Want- want to hear you. Want to hear those pretty noises of yours."
So, you give them to him. Every whimper, every moan, every 'Ah' and 'fuck' and pant and 'Chris' that spills from your lips until he shushes your blabbing mouth with kisses and tongue, which always send you to your climax. Chan knew this. Obviously.
"G-onna cum Princess," Chan reels once he knows he's satisfied you, forever the gentleman that makes you cream onto his cock before he can milk your insides.
"Fill me up, Chris." You were even surprised you could get those words out, you were exhausted, but in the best way. Your mind wilting in overstimulation and pleasure.
Once you both come down from your highs, Chan shakily manages to sit you both back on his chair, his soft dick still inside you.
It takes a solid five minutes, and then he speaks. "Hey Princess,"
"Hmmm?"
"I think I have an idea, for the backing track..."
"Really?" You perk up. Looking at him with admiration.
"Really..."
"Well?" You ask, impatient. "What is it?"
"Your moans..." Chan whispers.
"W-what?"
"Your moans, if I distort them enough I could use them in the background to set the tone for the whole thing..."
Your face flushes redder than it ever has before. "Y-you want to use my moans?"
Chan smirks and kisses over your face, setting a peck to your lips before nodding. "Can I?"
"Channie, you could run me over with a car and I would thank you." You dead pan. "Whatever you want, whatever you need. Always."
The kisses go more languish and intimate, and when you feel him begin to harden inside you again, you get the best idea your brain has ever had. "There's just one little problem Channie..."
"What's that?" Chan queries, lisps still pressed to yours.
"If you're going to use my moans, you have to record them, and get me to do it..."
"Is that right?" You watch as chan leans past you and presses a red button on his board, before once again lifting you, you still attached to him at the hips as he leads you in through the glass door where a microphone awaits.
"Chan!" You realise what he's playing at.
"Well, my inspiration..." Chan coos, before kissing you once more. "Shall we get started?"
And with one harsh thrust, you moan.. directly into the microphone.