Stray Kids Imagines

Slow~ Chan

SMUT 🔞

YOUR POV

You'd come over to the studio when Chan was working more times than you were probably in your apartment. Today was no different. He'd been trying to finish the lyrics to a new song he was going to let out soon called Railway, which was coming out in just a few more months. For the last week, he had given himself a timeline to have the lyrics finished on Friday so that he could start working toward recording during the weekend. Today was Friday and when you two came into the studio in the morning, he'd been glued to his laptop and his notepad without taking a break.

At one point Han and Changbin came in to check on him and they weren't really surprised that he was glued to his screen. You sent them out to get some food for you two to eat for dinner and you weren't sure what had happened, but they were almost gone for an hour even though it shouldn't have taken that long.

Chan had finished almost everything except for the post-chorus to end off the song. You'd listened to about 13 different versions of the song, none of them seeming to sound complete to him, before you decided that he needed to step away from his work, just for a bit and refresh his mind so that he could be more focused.

"Chan—" You let out softly from your position on the couch.

"Mhm?" he lets out.

"Take a break, huh? You've been working on this all day, you know it's not good for you." He glances over at you slightly with a smile on his face.

"I'm almost done. Let me just finish this and we can spend the rest of the day together."
Night, he definitely meant the rest of the night. It was clear to you that he was in one of those work vibes where he loses track of what time it is.

"Come on, take a little break just for me?" You pout slightly, but he doesn't even look at you to notice. You get up from the couch and make your way toward him on the other side of the room. You stand behind his chair, glancing over at his computer, multiple things going on that you didn't even understand.

"Five minutes. Just five minutes." You whine slightly.

"I can't take a break from this right now, babe." He says a little more sternly and runs his hands through his hair before leaning back against it in a fit of frustration. He wasn't mad at you—you know that. He just wanted to finish this so that he could get to recording in the studio and then making the music video. A small smirk props on your face. You lean into his ear, whispering:

"Okay, you don't have to stop. I'll do everything." He doesn't even get the chance to object before you pull away, pulling his chair back a bit before walking in front of him. His eyebrow arches at your actions, not sure what you were doing. You squat down, crawling under the table he was working at, and placing the chair back in its natural position.

"(Y/N). No way, anyone can walk in."

"When did that ever stop us?" You ask, then lean over to the side in order to see his face clearly. "Do you not want me to give you head?" You ask him.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he looks down at you. "I never said that."

"Okay, then sit back and let me do this." You tell him, then bring your head back under the table. You reach your hands out to his sweatpants, immediately pulling down the hem along with his boxers. His cock springs out, not necessarily hard but just eager. Taking it into your hand, you begin to pump it up and down to get some friction going. You and Chan had had multiple moments like this in the studio. Heck, in JYP. That's the thing about being around him as much as you were—it's like the tension within the two of you amplified, even at the simplest of things.