You had come to the studio to help Chan with a new song. It was late, so you were the only ones there.

You were sitting next to Chan, biting his lip as he worked, something you always found so sexy. You moved closer and placed your hand on his leg. He looked at you but kept working.

You started to rub up and down his thigh. “Channie, you’ve been working so hard. Why don’t I help you relax?”

This time he turns his head completely and grins at you. “So how do you plan on doing that, babygirl?”

You grip his thigh tightly as you lean in to kiss him. His hands reach up and tangle themselves in your hair, gripping it and pulling you closer. He wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap. You rub your clothed belly against his bulge and he moans. “You’re going to be the death of me, babygirl.”

You whine as you continue to torture him. “I need more.”

“What do you need?” He bows his head and places his hand between yours, his fingers brushing against your core and you whine louder. “Use your words.”

“In.” You only manage to mumble.

He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it away, pressing kisses to the top of his chest.

“Hello Chan. Han said you were still here and-” Changbin freezes. “Oh my God!” He closes his eyes.