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to which you responded by nodding enthusiastically and saying, “just like that, haechi.” raising a thumbs up for good measure.

a glowy blush settled on the peaks of his tan cheeks as he fought not to flash you his nervous smile. you smiled back at him, he’s so proud of himself, you thought, he’s doing great.

as haechan continued trying to perfect his vocals, it was becoming increasingly more clear that he was getting tired. you raised and waved your hand in a beckoning motion.

he peeked his head through the door of the recording studio at a slight tilt, “i’m doing good?”

you could only smile at him, “of course, but you seem a little tired. not an insult, but like, i can see you fighting yawns.”

he laughed at your comment — he knew you were right.

he collected his lyrics from the music stand and came out of the room, starting to pack up.

as much as you tried, you couldn’t help but gush over him. the two of you had been working together for years by this point and you had grown pretty attached to each other.

…in whatever way a producer and a vocalist grow attached to each other.

“you did so good today, you know? this might be a pretty fast recording process.” you frowned slightly at the thought of ending this process with him.

he scrunched his face shyly, walking towards you. “thank you. obviously, i couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

“sure you could.”

“you think so?” his voice was low.

“of course.” you beamed up at him, “you’re very talented, hyuck. i know that by now.”

his head dropped as he let out a soft laugh.

“i think you spoil me with compliments. i’m gonna become self-centred.”

“isn’t it a little late for that?”

he pushed at one of your shoulders, “hey.”

the two of you slid into tense silence as your neck started to heat up under his stare. until he squinted at you slightly. accusingly.

“you wore makeup to come see me, huh?”

“i wore makeup to work, yes.” you squinted back at him, as if to challenge him.

he chuckled softly, “right, that’s what i meant. what lipgloss is that?”

“why, you want it?” you raised a brow at him.

his eyes, again, lowered down to your lips, “it’s very pretty, maybe i do.”

“actually.., i pretty sure you gifted me it”

“hm.” his brows raised slightly, “smart of me. it looks good.”

you rolled your eyes at him. it was funny how he always got a little flirtatious towards the end of a session. just to tease and then go home, leaving you in some sort of existential crisis.

“welp! wasn’t that a nice session, haechi. i’ll be seeing ya.” you reached up to firmly pat his shoulder a couple times before turning to grab your things, but before you could turn fully, he was grabbing your wrist and turning you back to him.

“now wait a minute.”

you just stared up at him.

“you keep rejecting me,” he moved his hand from your wrist so that his pinky was intertwined with yours, “do you have a boyfriend or something?” his brows pinched together.

your eyes widened at his blunt statement.

“rejecting you?” pure disbelief laced your voice.

“i mean, i talk sweet to you all the time. you never bite. what’s up?” he started to swing your intertwined hands slightly.

“honestly, i thought that was just your personality…”

“no, baby, i’m trying to pick you up.” haechan laughed as if it was painfully obvious what he was trying to do.

he had rendered you speechless. it wasn’t that you didn’t think highly enough of yourself. you knew you were pretty, you knew you had a good job that you were good at, and yet. you were still absolutely floored over the fact that he was just blatantly expressing his attraction to you.

“oh. ok, cool. cool—“

“can i kiss you?” he reached to grab onto your other hand, waiting for your nod before dipping to catch your lips in a soft kiss. he held it for a second before pulling back with a slightly scrunched nose.

“ouh.. the lipgloss tastes bad.”

you dropped your head with laughter and he dropped his voice to an ever so slightly lower octave, “i’m gna have to get rid of it all, hm?”

he faked a pout before cradling the side of your neck and going in to kiss you slightly harder, backing you up against your desk.

“there,” his thumb swiped against the side of your mouth before pushing a soft peck onto your lips, “i’ve wanted you,” another peck, “for some time now.” another.

your arms wrapped round his shoulders as you whispered against his lips, “i should have just taken a wild guess.”

“really, you should have.” he started to kiss down your neck. “i like the way you talk to me.”

your breath caught in your throat.

“it makes me feel good..” his lips ghosted further down until he had fully sunken to his knees, pushing you to sit on the table while the tips of his fingers scratching gently at your leggings.

“i wanna eat this pussy, angel. will you let me?”

your half lidded stare had him slowly growing hard in his sweatpants. “of course, haechi.”

with your permission, he slowly rolled your leggings down and started to press wet kisses to your inner thighs.

“you smell so good..”

you pushed your fingers through his hair, “thank you, haechannie.”

he rolled down your underpants and nudged his nose against your clit teasingly before shooting you a cocky smirk making you twitch.

your hand in his hair tightened when he finally ran his tongue flat over your cunt, closing his lips with a moan. “pussy’s so pretty, tastes so good.”

his tongue started to work at a steady rhythm against you as his hands ran all over your torso.

“your body’s perfect, baby.”

the sounds you were making echoing off the walls were music to his ears, increasing the strain against his sweats with each raspy whine.

after seemingly running out of breath, haechan dragged his mouth away from your pussy.

“can— please, can you let me fuck you.” he panted, “i need to be inside you.”

“mhm,” you nodded, putting your hands on his face and bringing him back up to kiss you as he worked at pulling himself out of his sweatpants and pulling his t-shirt over his head.

his tongue pushed into your mouth with a moan as his tip made contact with your clit. haechan subconsciously ground his hips into yours with shallow breaths.

“i can put it in?” he sighed out resting his forehead against yours.

“please.” you whispered.

haechan pushed into you with a ragged breath, immediately attaching plush lips to your neck.

“you have to talk to me. okay?” he whispered next to your ear, moving in and out of you slowly.

your nails scratched along his scalp, “of course i will. you’re doing so good already.”

“yeah? tell me about it.”

“it feels good. you feel so good, haechi.”

“ahh— fuck.” he started to thrust into you faster, desperate clear in the roll of his hips.

you wondered why it had only taken you until now to realise that he was obviously, very, into praise.

“i wanna make you cum… i want that so badly, to make you feel good.” he lifted your thighs a little higher to deepen his angle making you moan loudly.

“fuck, that feels good. i’m getting close.” you held tightly to his bicep.

“mhm?” haechan lifted your shirt up to kiss on your chest and latched his mouth onto one of your nipples while still thrusting up into you.

“shit, please come for me. i can feel how close you are.”

the dual stimulation of his mouth on your chest and his pelvis humping against your clit pushed you over the edge. you wrapped your legs around him as your orgasm washed over you. pure white hot pleasure.

the clenching of your walls caused him to whimper frantically against your neck.

“fuck, f-fuck, i’m cumming in you. oh my god—“

his cum flooded your pussy as he pulled you flush against him. you started to stroke his hair again and he mouthed at your jaw.

“you’re so good to me, angel.”

you laughed breathlessly.

“i should be saying that to you. since you like it so much.”

his head fell almost limp against your chest, “shut up..”