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ivyyisbored22 · 8 days ago

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𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬!—𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids one shot

Synopsis: Hours of gaming without a break? You might as well give him one…

Warnings: Smut🔞. Oral (m. recieving), a lot of cussing, teasing, friends overhearing. Does this count as sub Chan?

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: I don't really know what this is. Word vomit I guess LMFAO. Again, no plot, just smut.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

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“Yes yes, move forward Felix,” Chan said as his fingers moved swiftly over the controller, his eyes glued to the TV screen.

He had been online, gaming with his friends for the past four hours, not taking a break which was quite unhealthy. You tried to call him for some tea and cookies but he only responded with a “baby one sec.”

You didn’t really mind how he spent hours gaming with his friends until today when a random, almost impulsive thought crossed your mind when your perverted eyes fell on his grey sweatpants.

Normally you don’t initiate anything when he’s occupied with something but this time what felt like an almost evil thought refused to leave your mind.

It's a hot day so you might as well quench your thirst if he doesn't want to.

You got up from your seat in the dining room and walked over to your boyfriend who too was lost in his gaming world to notice you before you sank on your knees before him.

His gaze tore off the screen and fell briefly at your mischievously smirking face. “Baby what are you—” his words died short on his tongue when you leaned forward and played with the drawstring of his sweatpants.

“Chan, what the hell move away!” Lee Know yelled from the other side onto his headphones, his character getting shot on the screen.

Your smirk grew wider, watching the way his body tensed. His hands were still gripping the controller, knuckles turning white, fingers twitching over the buttons, but his focus had visibly fractured.

"Baby," he muttered under his breath, his voice tight, barely audible over the frantic shouting in his headset.

"Chan, focus!" Han yelled. "We're literally getting destroyed!"

Chan tore his eyes off you, trying—failing—to keep his attention on the screen as you tugged the waistband of his sweatpants downwards, just enough to tease. Your fingers ghosted over the fabric of his boxers, barely touching but enough to make him shift in his seat.

"You're not playing fair," he whispered, his grip tightening around the controller.

You feigned innocence, tilting your head. "I just wanted to make sure I'm hydrated. It's thirty six degrees today."

"By doing this?!" He hissed in a strangled whisper, his voice nearly cracking.

"Dude, are you lagging? What the hell are you doing?" Changbin groaned from the other end.

“No, no—” Chan’s eyes fell back on the screen, resuming the game but his gun shots were cut short when your fingers ghosted over his hips, nails lightly scraping his skin through the fabric.

Every nerve in his body was on high alert, torn between the chaos on the screen and the absolute menace kneeling between his legs.

“Babe,” he hissed under his breath, barely holding it together.

“What?” you hummed, looking up at him with feigned innocence. “I’m just keeping you company.”

“Fucking—” His breath hitched when you leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss right where his waistband of his boxers met his skin. His grip on the controller faltered for a second, his character staggering on-screen.

"Dumbass, the fuck was that?!" Hyunjin's voice crackled through his headset.

"Are you asleep?!" Seungmin snapped.

Chan barely heard them. Hell, he could barely think. His entire body was tense, his heartbeat slamming against his ribs as you slowly, deliberately, ran your hands up his abs, tracing patterns into the muscle, every touch hardening his cock.

“Y/N,” he warned, voice low, strained. “I swear to—”

"Swear to what?" You tilted your head, your lips brushing lightly over his hipbone again, lingering, breathing him in, the bulge under the fabric now rock hard and strained. "That you’ll punish me later? Because that sounds like a win for me."

His jaw clenched. "You're gonna kill me."

You chuckled softly, a low, knowing sound that made his stomach tighten. "Focus on not getting killed in the game. I won’t be long anyway." you teased.

"Chan, MOVE!" I.N practically screeched through the headset.

"Are you even listening?!" Seungmin added, exasperated.

"He’s not," Hyunjin groaned. "I bet he’s doing that thing where he zones out—"

But it wasn’t zoning out. It was you. You and your wicked hands, your soft lips, the way you were taking your sweet, sweet time torturing him.

Chan sucked in a sharp breath, his hands gripping the controller like a lifeline. Every muscle in his body was tight, rigid, like he was holding on to his last shred of self-control.

You, on the other hand, were having the time of your life.

Then, you pulled his boxers down, enough to free his erection, that jutted up, the pretty tip already leaking beady drops of pre cum. Your eyes widened at the godly sight before you, you leaned forward and kissed the spot beneath the tip and sliding your tongue along the slit, lapping the pre substances, Chan inhaled a sharp breath.

He shot you a deadly look, but it held no real threat. If anything, it was desperate. Desperate to shut you up. Desperate to drag you onto his lap. Desperate to get through this goddamn round before he lost his mind.

His voice came out strained, wrecked. "Baby, please."

Your stomach tightened at the way he said your name, half pleading, half commanding. "Please what?" you teased, stacking your hands on his cock and began stroking him slowly at first and then increased your speed gradually.

"F-fuck," he exhaled a ragged breath, his grip on the controller trembled as you leaned, taking just the tip into your mouth.

"Chan, what was that?" Hyunjin’s voice suddenly cut in, suspicious.

"What was what?" Chan tried to steady his tone, tried to sound normal, but his voice came out hoarse and uneven.

"That weird little sound you just made," Seungmin said flatly. "You good, dude?"

"He’s NOT good!" Lee Know yelled. "He’s literally frozen, and I just got sniped because of it. What the fuck, man?"

Chan was not good. Not at all.

Especially not now when your lips were fully wrapped around his thick cock. You took him as far as you could down your throat, bobbing your head up and down, your hands working on the inches your mouth couldn’t cover.

He sucked in a harsh breath, his whole body jerking. His legs tensed, fingers twitching around the controller, a strangled noise slipping past his lips.

"Bro, did you just—" Han started.

"Did he just moan?" Felix interrupted.

"WAIT." Hyunjin’s voice was laced with dawning horror. "Is someone—oh my fucking god, CHRIS, ARE YOU GETTING SUCKED OFF RIGHT NOW?!"

A loud chorus of outrage and disgust filled the headset.

"CHRISTOPHER!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"You’ve GOT to be kidding me!"

"Dude, WHAT is wrong with you?!"

Chan’s face burned hotter than the damn sun. He barely managed to choke out a response, his voice strained. "I—NO! What the fuck—"

"Then why do you sound like you’re dying?" Seungmin accused.

"Are you in pain?" I.N asked, concerned.

"Not pain," Lee Know muttered. "Not with the way he just shuddered like that."

"Oh my god," Hyunjin groaned. "YOU ARE, AREN’T YOU?"

"CHAN!"

Chan had never been closer to throwing TV out the goddamn window.

Meanwhile, you were absolutely losing it, muffling your laughter against him as he scrambled for damage control. You hollowed your cheeks, drooling leaking from the corners of your mouth, forming a delicious suction that got him to jerk his hips upwards and curse loudly.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I’m going to throw up,” I.N screeched and left his character hanging to die, Chan barely registered I.N's gagging noises in his fogged-up brain.

Every muscle in his body was wound so tight he thought he might snap in half. The controller felt foreign in his hands, his fingers twitching over the buttons as he fought to focus—on anything other than the heat of your mouth.

Seungmin’s sharp bark shattered through his headset. He flinched, eyes darting to the screen. His character was standing still, vulnerable as bullets whizzed past. Felix was already down, Han was cursing in rapid-fire, and Hyunjin sounded like he was about to physically manifest in Chan’s room just to strangle him.

“Felix, why are you down?!” Chan forced out, trying to focus—really trying. His character ducked behind cover, but his movements were slow, delayed, as if his brain was running through molasses.

"BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT CALLING SHOTS, YOU FUCKING MORON," Felix screamed.

Chan lost his grip on the controller as you took him deeper, tongue pressing on the underside of his cock in a way that had his brain completely short-circuiting. He barely had enough sense left to mute his mic before an involuntary moan tore out of his throat.

"HE MUTED. HE FUCKING MUTED." Changbin shouted. "I HATE HIM. I'M GONNA DIE!"

“MOTHERFUCKER YOU LEFT US HANGING TO GET YOUR DICK SU—" Hyunjin shrieked but Chan ripped off his headset before he could finish, tossing it onto the couch beside him. He exhaled shakily, eyes snapping down to you with a mixture of desperation and warning.

His fingers tangled your hair and pushed you downwards hitting the back of your throat and causing you to choke, you could feel every vein. His entire world narrowed down to the slick heat of your mouth, the way you hollowed your cheeks, the way you kept stroking his shaved area drove him feral.

His head lolled backward, eyes dark, wild, his chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths. He tried to glare at you but he was too lost in a haze of pleasure when you increased your pace.

Chan’s entire body shuddered, muscles locked so tight he felt like he might break apart at any second.

“F—fuck,” he rasped, head knocking back against the couch.

You hummed around him, the vibrations sending another violent tremor down his spine. His thighs tensed, his grip on you faltering between pulling you away and holding you there. His chest heaved, sweat slicking his skin, cock twitching.

The world outside this room didn’t exist anymore.

His headset was discarded, the game long abandoned, his friends’ shouts nothing but a distant memory. The only thing left was you. The warmth of your mouth, the wicked gleam in your eyes as you looked up at him like you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

"You're little—ah, fuck—menace." His voice was strained, barely holding on.

With a long swirl, he gave out with the loudest groan and his cum spilling down your throat. You sucked him out dry until there was nothing left in him, his body collapsed back against the couch, oxygen flooding into his lungs.

You pulled back, releasing him with a loud pop!, long strings of saliva and cum you couldn't manage to swallow attaching from your mouth onto him, your chest beaming with satisfaction. He looked at you dumbfounded, stars flying over his eyes.

The dim glow of the monitor barely registered in his vision, but the moment he looked once his high died down, he saw the game was long over. The screen had gone idle, the defeat banner taunting him in the background. And his phone was flooded with messages.

Felix: I’m never trusting you again.

Seungmin: You absolute disgrace. I hope your TV explodes.

I.N: I left. I couldn't take it.

Han: Bro, you just gave up the win for a blowjob?!

Lee Know: I hope it was worth it.

Hyunjin: CHANGBIN ALMOST THREW HIS MONITOR, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

Changbin: I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!

You leaned over, peeking at the screen before bursting into full-blown laughter.

"Oh my god," you gasped. "They’re so mad." Chan ran a hand down his face, dragging in a slow, shaky breath. “Yeah, no shit."

"You should probably apologize."

He glared at you, but the heat behind it was muted, dulled by the lingering haze in his eyes and the buzz on his head (top and bottom). You chuckled deeply before leaning forward and pressing your lips on his and got up from the couch.

“At least you took a break,” you said teasingly before walking away into your bedroom.

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Ivyy

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