chansdoll

[chansdoll]

i see your requests and comments. if i’m being honest my post concert depression hit me like a freight train. i haven’t left my bed in 48 hours.

it still feels unreal, matter of fact, nothing really feels real to me right now. i’m just going through it man and i miss them. i miss channie.

[chansdoll]

I was at dc too & I saw people getting sick & passing out! I almost passed out after the concert. I was literally just past the entrance & my mom went to ask for help & they said “sorry she’s out of the venue, you’ll have to call 9-1-1” like that’s so insane to me. It was such a disorganized mess & the staff didn’t care at all! But the boys were so concerned & you could tell how frustrated they were

absolutely. my cousin nearly passed out and we got more help from other stays than medical staff. the staff basically told us there’s nothing they could do. they took her blood pressure and it was nearly 200. if your blood pressure is that high at the hospital they admit you. the staff were not fit for that job and i’m pissed off that because of them we lost a chunk of the show and the whole encore.

this isn’t my video, i didn’t get to record this part because i was sitting down and needed to rest during this part. but seeing this broke my heart. they weren’t listening to han when he was asking for help and he had to get the translator to help him. the look on all their faces was both heart wrenching but also made me warm, because it showed me how much they care about us. i love them so much.

[chansdoll]

skz sounds so nice 😭!!! ive been following though im not a fan of theirs because i still like seeing their stuff, i feel like a fan-in-law almost!! i should really get into their stuff properly

you absolutely should 🤍

[chansdoll]

i haven’t had time to properly type out my thoughts surrounding what happened at the concert so i’ll type it out here to anyone that cares. it started out iffy. this wasn’t even stray kids’ fault, the venue was unorganized and the staff were not doing their job. took people longer to get to their seats because security wasn’t forming proper lines and instructions weren’t clear on where to go to get field wristbands.

you weren’t allowed to bring in your own water bottle if it was opened, and it couldn’t be more than a liter of water. mind you, water bottles at the venue were like $7-$8.

i bought two, but what about the people who didn’t have any money?

the concert itself was wonderful. they performed so well for us especially in the horrible heat. it was awful outside.

channie was progressively getting more and more concerned with stays who looked exhausted and thirsty and just straight up out of it. han looked like he was about to cry when he was talking to the stays and asking if we were okay. the field was just a hot mess. people were passing out left and right. they paused the show and came back after about ten minutes.

they performed about three or four songs and then the concert ended early.

i was so sad because i was at the barricade for the carts but they never got to do it, but we were better off because i didn’t want more people to get hurt or god forbid anything to happen to the guys. they’re so strong for going as far as they did.

channie made me fall even more in love with him, if that’s even possible. he’s attentive, and he cares so much. that was evident in what happened tonight. but he shouldn’t be doing the job of security. it’s not his job to make sure we’re hydrated or that we’re getting the help we need. he’s the performer. nonetheless, he proved that he would protect us and he did just that. thank you channie!

on another note, I MET CHANS PARENTS AT THE CONCERT! when i was leaving, meeting with my cousins, i saw them!! they were in the 100s section sitting together and i waved my wolfchan at them and his mom smiled at me and his dad did too, then he grabbed his lightstick with wolfchan on it and waved it back 🥹 it was so wholesome

so this means i’m basically part of the family.. right? (feed my delusions)

anyway, it’s not how i expected my first stray kids concert to go, but im so happy i saw them and im so proud of them for handling everything as well as they could. 🤍

[chansdoll]

Hello love!! It’s so good to have you back and omg how exciting that you’ll see the boys so soon ! 🩷

thank you!! i’m so nervous dude omg.

[chansdoll]

Hi I just wanna say i love your stuff! You're a great writer and the nsfw you put out tonight was delicious! - angel-writes-skz-here💜

thank you so much love !

i plan on working on more, slowly but surely <3

[chansdoll]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀how the skz members eat kitty

lana's note!  ᰍᩚ literally nobody requested this but im ovulating and if i have to suffer, you all do too

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channie ♡

the definition of a pussy worshipper. he sees it as his job.. no, his purpose to make you come at least twice before he even thinks of unzipping his pants. loves going slow at first, teasing you with featherlight kisses around your thighs, nuzzling against you while you beg. he lives for the way your body squirms and the way your breath hitches. uses his tongue like he’s writing a love letter. he makes out with your pussy with deep, steady licks, swirling around your clit, then flattening his tongue and dragging it up your whole slit just to hear you gasp. eye contact. constant. this man wants to see you fall apart. he’ll lock eyes with you as his tongue slides in and out of your pussy and ask, “you like that, baby?” with his voice low and wrecked. gets off on how messy it is. will spit on your pussy, lick it back up, and moan into you just because he knows the vibrations will make you twitch. doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking and your voice is hoarse from moaning his name.

lino ♡

cocky little shit when he’s between your thighs. knows exactly what he’s doing and loves to show off. eats you out like it’s a challenge, just to see how quickly he can make you come, and how many times he can push you over the edge before you cry. sharp tongue, quick flicks, and very focused on your clit. he’ll suck on it lightly while rubbing two fingers inside you at just the right angle. teases you with words between licks: “gonna come on my tongue again? hm?” has a thing for holding your thighs open and keeping you in place. you’re not allowed to squirm away. if you try, he’ll growl and dig his fingers into your hips, holding you down while he buries his tongue deeper. will keep going even if you’re overstimulated. he thinks your whines and shudders are adorable.

changbin ♡

a total sweetheart and a certified menace at the same time. starts off so soft and sweet but turns into a pussy-devouring animal the moment he gets a taste. moans so much while he eats you out. you’d think he’s the one getting pleasure from it. (he is.) absolutely obsessed with the way you taste. will lick every drop of your arousal off his lips and fingers, sometimes even kiss you after just so you can taste yourself too. strong hands gripping your thighs, keeping you wide open as he eats you with hunger and passion. might even throw your legs over his shoulders and bury his face in like he’s starved. alternates between broad tongue strokes and nasty little suckles on your clit that make your toes curl. when you come, he pulls back just a little to watch your face, smirking while his fingers stay deep inside you, curling to keep the orgasm going.

hyunjin ♡

oh, this man is artistic about it. he makes giving oral look beautiful. will trail kisses up your thighs like you’re a canvas he’s painting, soft and reverent, but once he starts licking? it’s fucking poetry. soft lips, wet tongue, and an unholy amount of passion. he licks and sucks your clit like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. loves sucking on your clit for long stretches while curling his fingers inside you, whispering how beautiful you look when you moan. doesn’t rush. he takes his time, eyes hooded, lips shiny, tongue moving in slow, sinful circles. you’re squirming and begging and he’s still licking like he’s savoring dessert. cums in his pants sometimes from how turned on he gets just from hearing you moan and feeling your thighs tremble around his head.

hannie ♡

absolutely feral. he eats you out like it’s his last meal and he’s been starving. makes it sloppy as hell. spit, moans, tongue everywhere. he doesn’t care how messy it gets—in fact, he loves it that way. grinds against the mattress while going down on you. he gets so desperate from eating you out that he has to do something with his own cock. alternates between fast flicks of his tongue and sucking your clit hard enough to make your hips jerk. “fuck—fuck, baby, you taste so good—god, i could eat you for hours.” and he will. whines into your pussy when you tug his hair or cry out his name. the more noise you make, the harder he goes.

felix ♡

soft dom. so gentle with you, but make no mistake. he’s going to wreck you slowly. his deep voice moaning into your pussy?? earth-shattering. he’ll hum softly while sucking on your clit, making your whole body vibrate. loves eating you out while holding your hand. thumb rubbing gentle circles on your palm while he makes you fall apart. so good with his tongue it’s unfair.. broad licks, teasing swirls, tongue-fucking you until you’re gasping. kisses your thighs between orgasms, whispers things like, “you’re doing so well for me, baby. one more? just one more, yeah?” keeps going long after you think you can’t come again. he’ll coax it out of you with whispered praise and a soft, relentless tongue.

seungmin ♡

secret freak. acts like a gentleman until he’s between your thighs, and then suddenly he’s got zero mercy. gives you that deadpan stare while flicking your clit with his tongue like a metronome, watching your whole body react. knows how to edge you like a pro. he’ll get you right to the brink of orgasm, then back off with a smug smirk, saying, “patience. you’ll come when i say so.” spits on your pussy, rubs it in with his fingers, then starts eating again like nothing happened. doesn’t care if your thighs are trembling or your voice is breaking. he’ll hold you down and keep going until you’re ruined. loves when you cry a little from overstimulation. caresses your hip softly while still licking your clit. “almost there, pretty girl.”

jeongin ♡

eager to please. he’s still discovering how filthy he can be, and turns into a damn menace once he’s confident. loves watching your reactions. eyes on you the whole time, eyebrows raised every time your hips twitch or you moan louder. a fast learner. you tell him once how you like it and he masters it like a pro. flicks his tongue at just the right pace, pressures your clit just the way you like. fingers you while eating you out like it’s second nature, curling them until he hits your g-spot and has you gasping his name. sometimes gets shy after because he knows he just made you cum hard, but during? he’s growling low and muttering, “feels good, doesn’t it?” always asks after: “too much? want more? you taste so good, baby…”

taglist: @ritsmith @bluesungology @jeonginsleftcheek @babigriin @tirena1 @geni-627 @bbokvhs @wavetohannie @hhwangsmoon

[chansdoll]

my tummy is so nervous bc i see skz in a few days and im not gonna be okay when i see chan bro im not

[chansdoll]

Wow girl, I don’t know if it’s because I’m on my period and I’m in my feels but the last fic you posted made me ugly cry, it’s crazy how every banger share the same feelings and thoughts towards Channie, man I wish people write this stuff for him and he gets to see and read it every damn day until he believes it 😭

i actually wrote this to somehow try to give it to him, and then this idea came to me. the letter in the fic is what i originally wrote for him but i figured instead of keeping it in my drafts (because let’s be real i don’t think there’s any way i could get this letter to him) id make a story out of it 🤍 channie deserves the world and more, and id give anything to let him know that he’s loved.

[chansdoll]

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★ pairing。idol!chan x fan afab!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎g. ╰・ fluff and angst i think idk‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw。mentions of mental health struggles , crying , mushy stuff。 wc。 2k

lana's note!  ᰍᩚ after like two months of not writing shit i got this random ass fanfic idea so i decided to post this first part (there will be more i promise) it started as i was writing out my feelings for bangchan and how much i love and adore him, and then i got this idea. the letter that's written in this was something i wrote to get my feelings for chan out so pls be nice i poured so many feelings into it

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you stood in the middle of the crowd, heart thudding louder than the bass pulsing through the arena. lightsticks sway like waves across a dark ocean, voices raised in unison, a sea of strangers bound by one thing: love for the boys onstage. love for him.

chan.

your hands are trembling. not from the cold,  not even from the adrenaline that’s had you buzzing all night, but from the thin, carefully folded letter tucked between your palms. pages you’ve rewritten a dozen times. words that came straight from your soul. you don’t know if this will work. you don’t even know if he’ll notice.

but you have to try.

it’s the encore, the lights have gone warm and low, and the members are laughing, waving, tossing signed balls and hearts into the audience. you step closer to the barricade. now or never.

you fold it one last time.. a paper airplane, clumsy, but full of hope, and with a silent wish on your breath, you throw it.

it arcs in the air, barely clearing the barricade, barely reaching the edge of the stage. it lands by someone’s feet. felix.

he startles slightly, glancing down. confused at first, he picks it up, brow furrowing as he turns it over in his hands. then his eyes catch on the name scribbled carefully on the back: to chan.

you watch, holding your breath, as he carries it over and gently hands it to chan mid-song. chan glances at it quickly, then at felix, then at the crowd.. a flicker of surprise on his face. his eyes scan the pages, see how long it is. he nods a little to himself, presses it to his chest for a brief second… and then tucks it into his pocket.

he doesn’t open it right then.

of course he doesn’t. he’s working. performing. still surrounded by thousands of people.

but it stings a little, watching it disappear from sight. you had imagined… maybe something more. a reaction. a glance. eye contact. anything.

still, you remind yourself gently, that this wasn’t about being seen. it was about him seeing himself, maybe for the first time, through someone else’s eyes.

that was always the point.

the hotel room was still.

outside, the distant hum of the city carried on, oblivious to the way his heart was still racing from the concert hours ago. his body was sore.. the good kind of sore.. and the post-show adrenaline was just beginning to fade into something quieter, something more reflective.

chan sat on the edge of the bed, hair still damp from his shower, the towel slung lazily over his shoulders. his duffel bag lay open on the chair across from him, and sticking out from the side pocket, just barely visible beneath a tangle of wires and cough drops, was the paper airplane.

he reached for it slowly, like it might disappear if he touched it too fast.

it was heavier now. not in weight, but in significance. he hadn’t had the time to think about it earlier, not really. but now that he was alone… he remembered the look on felix’s face when he handed it over. curious, a little amused, but somehow also… reverent.

chan unfolded it gently. the paper crackled as it opened, revealing several tightly written pages in black ink. his eyes scanned the opening lines.. and then something shifted in his chest. a subtle unraveling. a pulling.

he settled back into bed, pillows behind him, the city lights painting soft shadows across the wall. then he read.

dear bang chan,

i’ve been holding these words in my heart for so long, and i think it’s finally time i let them out. there’s so much i want to say to you. not as a fan to an idol, but from one human being to another.

you’ve saved me.

your music, your voice, your words.. they’ve pulled me out of some of the darkest places in my life. there were moments i truly didn’t think i’d survive. times where the weight of my own thoughts was too much to carry, and the idea of continuing felt impossible. but then i’d hear your voice, see your smile, listen to the things you’ve shared with us so vulnerably, and suddenly the world felt just a little softer, a little safer. you were a light when i couldn't see any. you gave me reasons to stay.

i see so much of myself in you. the way you take care of everyone else before yourself, the way you smile even when you’re tired, the way you carry so much pressure and responsibility on your shoulders, and i recognize it all. i just want you to know: i see you. truly. i see your heart, your hard work, your endless compassion. and i appreciate you more than words can express.

i know this job isn’t easy. i can’t imagine how heavy it must feel at times, always giving, always being seen, and yet still feeling misunderstood or not enough. but please hear me when i say this: you are doing amazing. you are doing your best, and your best is more than enough. you are not failing. you never have. even when you doubt yourself, even when things get hard, you still manage to bring so much joy, comfort, and warmth to so many people around the world, including me.

your smile is beautiful, your laugh makes me feel like everything might be okay after all. when you're happy, i feel it deep in my chest, like a little light turning on. your joy is my joy. and it hurts, truly hurts, to know you often can’t see in yourself what we see in you. i wish you could. because you are radiant. inside and out.

chan, i admire you so deeply. not just for your talent or leadership, but for your humanity. your honesty. your heart. i will always support you. not just the artist, but the person. your decisions, your boundaries, your growth. wherever life takes you, i’ll be cheering for you.

you are so, so loved. i hope you feel that love, not just in the cheers of a crowd, but in quiet moments too.. the kind where you might forget for a second how much you matter. i hope this letter finds you in one of those moments, and reminds you.

thank you for being you.

with all the love in the world, someone who’s still here because of you, y/n.

(p.s. — if you ever feel like writing back, here’s a p.o. box… no pressure. just hope.)

his eyes blurred halfway through.

it started as a prickle behind his lashes. then suddenly, tears welled up and slipped silently down his cheeks. he didn’t even bother wiping them. he just let them fall.

so often, chan carried the weight of being strong, being enough, being the person everyone could count on. but this letter… it gave him permission to be seen. not for the leader, not for the idol, but for the tired, overthinking, deeply-feeling man beneath it all.

she understands. she sees me.

he reread it again. then again. until the pages started to feel worn in his hands, smoothed by the heat of his fingertips and the wetness of his tears.

then, without even thinking, he reached for his bag again. not to put the letter away, but to grab the hotel notepad and pen tucked beside his passport.

he knew he shouldn’t.

he’d been told a thousand times not to reach out directly to fans. no personal contact. no private communication. everything had to go through staff, through channels. even writing this, even thinking about it felt like breaking some unspoken rule.

but this wasn’t just a fan letter. and he wasn’t just an idol right now.

he was a human being who had been seen. and he needed her to know: he saw her too.

chan stared at the blank notepad page for what felt like forever.

he kept re-reading the last line of her letter. if you ever feel like writing back… here’s a p.o. box. no pressure. just hope.

the words sat there like a quiet dare.

the pen in his hand felt heavier than it should. not just because of the rules, though those weighed on him too.. but because no letter he’d ever written before felt like it mattered quite this much. not lyrics. not notes to the team. not even diary entries he burned after writing. this one needed to be right. not polished. not perfect. just… honest.

so he let go.

dear y/n,

i didn’t expect your letter.

i saw it land near felix’s feet onstage, this little paper plane, and at first i thought it might be another fan’s drawing or some lyrics. when he handed it to me and i saw my name on it, i don’t know… something told me to hold onto it. i’m glad i did.

i read it tonight. alone. quiet. after the show and the noise and the lights faded out. and now i don’t really know how to describe what i’m feeling, but i’ll try.

your words broke me open in the most unexpected way.

there are so many days i wonder if i’m doing enough. if i’m enough. if the work, the pressure, the exhaustion… is still worth it. i never say that out loud, not really. i try to be strong, for the guys, for the fans, for the version of me that people think they know. but i forget, sometimes, that behind everything, i’m just a person trying to figure it out like everyone else.

and then your letter came.

it made me cry. not in a dramatic way, just… quietly. because for once, someone saw through everything. you saw me. and it made me feel less alone in a way i didn’t realize i needed.

i want you to know something. you being here still? that matters. that means something. you staying, even when it’s hard, even when your mind is loud and heavy.. that’s strength i admire more than you know. you say i saved you, but i think maybe you just needed a reason to keep holding on. and i’m so grateful i could be part of that.

you’re right. this job can be hard. but people like you remind me why i started. why i keep going. and hearing that my voice gave you comfort… it means more to me than i’ll ever be able to say.

you said my joy is your joy. i want you to know that your letter, your words became my peace tonight. i’m going to keep it. folded in my lyric book. carried with me, like a reminder that being vulnerable is okay.

thank you for seeing me.

and thank you, even more, for letting me see you.

with warmth and gratitude, chan

p.s. you have beautiful handwriting. and if you ever feel alone again, i hope you remember what you wrote to me — you are so, so loved.

the next morning, chan folded the letter carefully, slid it into a blank envelope, and sealed it shut with a strange sense of reverence, like it wasn’t just a letter, but something sacred.

he waited until the van was parked outside a café near the venue. the others were inside ordering breakfast, still groggy and yawning from the night before. a few fans were across the street, but no one had spotted him yet.

he stepped into the chilly morning air, hoodie up, sunglasses low, heart pounding. the post box sat on the edge of the sidewalk. dark blue, slightly scuffed, the kind of thing people passed every day without thinking.

he hesitated for just a second. then slid the envelope inside.

as the letter disappeared into the box, a strange warmth spread through his chest. not relief, not guilt. just… rightness.

he turned back toward the van.

inside, the guys were already bantering half-asleep. han had his hood pulled all the way over his face, and changbin was grumbling about how nobody ordered him extra eggs. felix looked up as chan slid back into his seat, eyes flicking over him for a second longer than usual.

“you good?” he asked softly.

chan smiled, small and tired but real. “yeah,” he said. “i’m good.”

the guys didn’t press. they didn’t have to. he wasn’t ready to share this yet.

some things were just meant to stay between two hearts on opposite sides of the world.

taglist: @ritsmith @bluesungology @jeonginsleftcheek @babigriin @tirena1 @geni-627 @bbokvhs @wavetohannie @hhwangsmoon

[chansdoll]

hey guyssss :3 my requests are now OPEN.

i also wanted to take a poll from u guys.

how do u guys feel about member x member fics?

yay or nay?

[chansdoll]

HelloOOOO <3

hiiiiiIIIII 🤍

[chansdoll]

How have you been baby? Miss u

omg ive been good! sorry, i have been struggling recently 😭

ive missed tumblr :c

[chansdoll]

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★ pairing。idol!chan x fan afab!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎g. ╰・ smut‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw。 protected sex , oral (f. receiving) , one night stand , no established relationship wc。 3.4k

lana's note!  ᰍᩚ i finally posted something ! ive been wanting to write something that has been on my mind recently, and that is... fuckboy chris, ladies and gentlemen! now, in this he isn't like a stereotypical fuckboy. he's got some class, but you definitely know what ur getting from him in this one.. no strings attached.

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you barely remember the ride back to the hotel.

your skin is still buzzing from the energy of the concert—flashing lights, pounding bass, and the collective scream of thousands of fans echoing in your head like a dream you don’t want to wake up from. your throat is dry, your body aching from dancing and screaming, and your cheeks still feel hot every time you think about him.

bang chan. shirt soaked with sweat. hair pushed back from his forehead. that cocky little smirk when he caught the camera mid-thrust. god.

you close your hotel door behind you with a sigh, toeing off your shoes before peeling off your sticky clothes. the hot water of the shower is heaven, and for a while, you just stand there and let it wash the night away. you shampoo slowly, your mind replaying every moment of the concert—his voice, his body, his fucking stage presence.

and then, the crash.

post-concert crash. you're starving.

wrapped in a towel, you rifle through your bag for pajamas, tug on an oversized tee and sleep shorts, and step into the hallway with your slippers on. just a quick trip to the vending machine—nothing glamorous, just chips or candy. you shuffle down the corridor, the hallway dim and quiet except for the low hum of electricity.

you reach the vending machine and start scanning the options, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, brain still floating somewhere in the crowd you just left. you're so focused on deciding between pretzels and gummy bears that you don't hear the footsteps behind you until a voice—low, smooth, accented—cuts through the silence.

“long night?”

you freeze.

that voice.

you turn slowly, heart skipping a beat.. and there he is.

bang chan. in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, hair damp like he just showered, veins visible on his forearms as he casually crosses his arms and leans against the vending machine like he owns the whole damn hallway.

“holy shit,” you whisper before you can stop yourself.

his mouth curves into a lazy smile. “didn’t mean to scare you.”

“i—uh—no. you didn’t. i just... i didn’t expect—” you stop. bite your tongue. try not to scream. try not to melt.

he cocks his head, eyes scanning over you in a way that feels slow and deliberate. not sleazy—just... observant. appreciative. his gaze lingers on your bare legs, on the shape of your hips in those shorts, then flicks back to your face like he’s not even trying to hide that he was just undressing you with his eyes.

“you were at the show?” he asks, though he already knows. his smirk says it all.

you nod, heart hammering.

“how’d we do?”

you swallow. “killed it. you especially.”

his grin widens—cocky, but charming. he reaches into the vending machine slot, retrieving a protein bar, then holds it up with a soft chuckle. “can’t end the night without a snack.”

you don’t know if he’s talking about the bar or you, but the heat creeping into your cheeks says your brain’s made its choice.

chan steps a little closer, lowering his voice. “what’s your name?”

you tell him, and the way he repeats it—soft, like a secret—makes your thighs clench. there's something in the way he looks at you, like he’s already decided what’s coming next.

“so... you just here for the night?”

you nod again, trying not to drown in the tension.

he raises an eyebrow. “wanna come hang out for a bit?”

your breath catches.

he said it so casually—like it was no big deal. like inviting a complete stranger to his hotel room wasn’t... a thing. you blink up at him, still unsure whether this is real life or some fever dream your post-concert brain cooked up.

“i mean…” you hesitate, licking your lips nervously. “are you sure that’s okay?”

chan raises an eyebrow, his eyes dancing with amusement. “why wouldn’t it be?”

“i don’t know,” you laugh breathlessly. “i figured there’d be security or… staff? or, like, a dozen people watching you at all times.”

“they’re around,” he says with a shrug. “but they’re not glued to me twenty-four seven. we’re adults. i can invite someone to my room if i want to.”

his tone is smooth but not dismissive. he’s not brushing off your concern—he’s just making it clear that this isn’t his first rodeo. you’re still skeptical, though, heart pounding like a warning bell in your chest. you glance down the hallway, half-expecting a manager to materialize from the shadows and scold you both.

chan follows your gaze, then steps a little closer. not too close—he’s careful with your space—but enough that you can smell his cologne, clean and musky and warm from his skin.

“i get it,” he says gently. “you’re not sure if this is safe. or real. or a trap.” he grins. “it’s not.”

you look up at him again. “so you just… invite random girls to your room?”

his smile is crooked, charming, and maddening. “not random girls. just the ones i want to get to know better.”

that makes your stomach flip.

you exhale slowly, trying to play it cool. “okay. but if i go and something sketchy happens, i’m running and posting about it everywhere.”

he chuckles—really laughs, like he enjoys how you’re giving him a hard time. “fair enough,” he says. “you’ll even get a little paperwork before anything happens. standard procedure.”

your brows lift. “paperwork?”

“a nondisclosure agreement,” he says easily. “if you come up, you’ll sign it. that way, if we do anything... memorable, it stays between us.”

you pause. the way he says it—if we do anything memorable—isn’t pushy. there’s no pressure in his tone. but there’s an invitation in his eyes. a very, very tempting one.

“you’re serious?” you ask.

chan nods. “completely. you’re in control. you can leave whenever you want. no pressure. but if you’re curious...”

you are curious. so fucking curious.

you nibble your bottom lip, debating for a few seconds more, heart beating like a war drum in your chest.

“okay,” you say quietly.

chan’s eyes flicker with something dark and pleased. he steps back, gesturing down the hallway. “c’mon. i’m just a few doors down.”

you follow him, your entire body buzzing, every nerve in your body on edge. he swipes the keycard to his suite, and the lock clicks open.

and that’s when it really hits you. you’re about to step into bang chan’s hotel room. alone. at night. after a concert.

your whole body shivers with adrenaline.

the door shuts behind you with a quiet click. the room is dimly lit, clean and sleek with hotel-modern decor. his bag’s in the corner. there’s a laptop open on the desk. a speaker still glowing faintly. a half-empty water bottle on the nightstand. it’s lived-in in a way that makes your stomach twist.

chan tosses the protein bar onto the dresser and walks over to a drawer, pulling out a sleek folder and a pen.

he holds it out to you.

“nda,” he says, voice soft. “if you want to stay.”

you take it, fingers trembling slightly. the print is clean and formal. it’s not a joke. it’s real. it spells out exactly what you’re agreeing to—complete confidentiality, no sharing of details, photos, or anything about the time spent with him.

you scan it quickly, then glance up. “so… this happens often?”

he gives a small smile. “sometimes. i like… company. different people, different energy.” then, leaning in slightly, he murmurs, “but i never invite anyone i’m not genuinely interested in.”

that heat comes roaring back into your chest.

you sign the paper.

he takes it back, folds it neatly, and tucks it away.

then he looks at you—really looks at you.

and something shifts in his expression.

“now,” he says, voice dipping low. “where were we?”

you barely have time to process what’s happening before his hand is on your waist.

not rough—not yet—but confident, like he’s done this before. like he knows exactly what he’s doing. his palm slides around to the small of your back, pulling you closer until your chest brushes his. he’s warm, solid, and so much bigger up close, the tension between your bodies crackling like static.

“you sure?” he asks, voice low, almost a growl against your ear.

you nod, breath catching. “yeah.”

he doesn’t waste a second.

his mouth is on yours—hot, urgent, and claiming. there’s no hesitation in the way he kisses you, no testing the waters. he just takes, like he already knows you want to be taken. his hand fists the hem of your oversized shirt, dragging it up your body as his tongue parts your lips and makes you moan into his mouth.

“fuck,” he mutters as the shirt comes off, eyes darkening when he sees your bare chest underneath. “no bra? you came out here like this?”

you open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off by sucking your nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking and teeth grazing until your knees damn near buckle.

“chan—”

“shhh,” he murmurs, switching to the other. “gonna take my time with you.”

except he doesn’t. he devours you.

his hands roam everywhere—squeezing, gripping, dragging your body against his like he can’t get enough. he backs you toward the bed, lips bruising against yours again, his fingers already tugging your sleep shorts down your thighs.

he doesn’t even fully undress you before he’s dropping to his knees, hands shoving your thighs apart.

“want a taste,” he mutters, voice husky with hunger. “bet this pussy’s just as pretty as the rest of you.”

your breath stutters. “wait—you don’t have to—”

he looks up with a smirk. “who said i’m doing it for you?”

and then his mouth is on you.

god.

his arms hook under your thighs and pull you closer to the edge, locking you in place like you’re not going anywhere until he decides. he leans down, licking a soft, gentle lick along your slit first, a small groan leaving his throat as he tastes you. he then sucks softly on your lips before licking your slit firmly, gathering all the arousal that accumulated and savoring it so naughtily. 

you’re already a whining mess, his tongue making you squirm and blush. his tongue finally sneaks up to your clit, circling it and flicking on it slowly. this earns him a louder, breathy moan, and it’s like music to his ears. he groans even louder, focusing all his attention on your bundle of nerves, sucking and licking. his tongue is relentless—broad licks, slow circles, then sharp flicks right over your clit.

he doesn’t even stop to look up at you while he feasts on you, as if he’s too lost in how you taste.

you’re squirming, moaning, clutching the sheets as he eats you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do—messy, wet, fucking filthy. his nose pressed into your mound, lips glistening with your nectar.. it was unreal to witness. 

“wait—shit—i’m gonna—”

“good,” he growls against you. “give it to me.”

you fall apart on his tongue, legs trembling, thighs squeezing around his head. he groans like he enjoys it, like getting smothered by your pussy is the highlight of his night. when he finally pulls back, his chin’s wet, his lips swollen, and he’s got that smug look again—like he’s proud of wrecking you. he wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand as he stands up, and you can see it. you can see his heavy cock through his sweats.

“you’re so fucking hot like this,” he mutters, standing up and yanking his tank top over his head. “gonna ruin you now.”

you barely register the words before he’s flipping you onto your stomach, stripping off your shorts the rest of the way. you hear the rustle of sweatpants hitting the floor behind you, a condom packet tearing. a soft whine leaves your lips.. a mixture of exhaustion from your orgasm, and the way he’s manhandling you sends you into a mindset you can’t explain.

then you feel him—thick, heavy, hard, sliding between your folds, teasing your entrance.

“you wet enough for me?” he murmurs, one hand gripping your ass, the other sliding his cock through your slickness.

you whimper, arching your back. “yes.”

“say it.”

“i’m wet enough—fuck—please, chan—”

that’s all he needs.

he slams into you in one deep, brutal thrust, pulling a choked cry from your throat. he groans behind you, the sound feral, hands gripping your hips like he’s holding himself back from completely destroying you.

“fucking tight,” he growls. “god damn.”

he starts to move—deep, punishing thrusts that make your whole body jolt forward on the bed. his rhythm is relentless, rough and fast, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the hotel walls. you’re certain the others in the hotel rooms around you two can hear you, but the thought left your mind as fast as it came. 

his cock kept dragging and grinding against your gspot so good.. so heavenly that the knot in your stomach was forming already. you could feel it heating you up, making your legs numb, your cheeks flushing. 

one hand fists your hair, pulling your head back so he can lean over your body, his voice hot and heavy against your ear.

“you like being fucked like this, don’t you? bent over like a good girl.”

you nod, gasping, voice nearly gone. “yes—yes—chan, fuck—”

his hand slips between your legs, fingers finding your clit again. “come for me again.”

you’re already there—your body tightens, heat exploding in your core as he fucks you through your second orgasm, his pace never slowing. he’s panting now, close, hips slamming into you with punishing force as he chases his own release.

“take it—just like that—fuck, you feel so good—”

he groans loud, deep, when he finally spills into the condom, hips twitching as he thrusts through it, every muscle in his body flexing behind you.

for a long second, all you can hear is your combined breathing, ragged and heavy, sweat dripping from both of your bodies.

he pulls out slowly, hands lingering on your back, smoothing over your skin like he’s memorizing it.

then he stands, pads into the bathroom without a word, and returns with a towel to clean you up—surprisingly gentle after how rough he just was.

you sit up slowly, sore and dazed, your heart still thudding. he sits beside you on the edge of the bed, slipping the condom into the trash.

neither of you speaks at first. you don’t know what to say. you want to curl into his side and stay there. you want to ask what this meant. but then he speaks—softly, almost like he’s reminding himself.

“this can’t be more than tonight.”

you glance at him, trying not to let your face fall. “i figured.”

he doesn’t look away. “not because of you. i just… can’t. it wouldn’t work.”

you nod, heart heavy but understanding.

“still,” he says, that little smirk returning. “i’m glad it was you tonight.”

you smile—bittersweet, but real.

“me too.”

your legs still feel like jelly when you leave his room.

the hallway’s quiet. cool. too quiet after the chaos that just unfolded behind that door.

you walk slowly, your heartbeat loud in your ears. your lips are swollen, your thighs sticky, your whole body sore in the most delicious way. but under all of that, there’s this sharp little ache nestled somewhere between your ribs. you try to ignore it. you try.

back in your room, you shut the door behind you and lean against it, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

it’s like the second you’re alone, everything rushes in at once.

you slept with bang chan.

bang chan.

you look down at yourself— wearing nothing but your shirt, crumpled sleep shorts and a dazed expression—and you almost laugh. there’s no way to make sense of it. no way to explain the way he touched you, looked at you, handled you like he knew exactly what you needed before you even did.

you cross the room and collapse onto the bed, letting your face bury into the pillow. you can still smell him on your skin. you can feel the weight of his hands on your hips. hear the way he said your name like he wanted to own it. own you.

you close your eyes.

and for a moment, you let yourself pretend.

pretend that he’d stayed. that he’d crawled into bed beside you and pulled you into his chest, wrapped those strong arms around you, whispered something low and sleepy against your neck.

but he didn’t.

and he wasn’t going to.

“this can’t be more than tonight.”

the words echo in your head, steady and unchanging, even as your body begs you to believe there could’ve been more.

you don’t blame him. not really. you knew what it was. he made it clear.

still… there’s this ache. a stupid, quiet ache that doesn’t care how famous he is or how impossible this all is. it just knows that someone like him made you feel something real, even if it was only for a night.

you curl onto your side, biting your lip as tears prick at the corners of your eyes—not sad, not regretful, just… overwhelmed. so much happened in so little time. you don't even know what you're supposed to do with yourself now.

so you do the only thing you can.

you fall asleep, body sore and heart fluttering, wishing you could hit rewind.

just once.

just to feel him one more time.

the lobby is already alive with the low hum of travelers—coffee in hand, suitcases in tow, the echo of wheels rolling across polished floors. you’re standing near the entrance, duffel bag slung over your shoulder, sunglasses hiding the dark circles under your eyes from a night that was anything but restful.

you're scrolling through your phone, checking your ride's eta, trying to pretend like your heart isn’t still racing every time your brain replays last night. every sound makes you twitch—every low male voice, every passing group of guests—until you feel it again.

that shift.

that sense that someone’s watching you.

you glance up.

and there he is.

bang chan.

black hoodie. backpack slung low on one shoulder. he’s walking with purpose, surrounded by a few members of the group, plus a staff member barking something about time.

but his eyes are on you.

and then—you see it. a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. his eyes drop to your legs—still bare from the sleep shorts you tossed on this morning, because your suitcase was a disaster and you didn’t care enough to try.

he leans in slightly and nudges someone walking beside him.

it’s lee know.

lee know raises a brow at chan, and chan doesn’t say a word—just does this cocky little half-nod in your direction.

that’s when both of them look at you.

you freeze.

chan’s expression doesn’t change—still unreadable, but with a spark of something wicked in his eyes. lee know’s brows lift just slightly, like he’s impressed but also entirely unsurprised. he murmurs something under his breath to chan, and chan just lets out this tiny laugh through his nose as they walk toward the hotel doors.

he passes right by you, no hesitation, and as he does—without looking—he murmurs, voice low and smug:

“sleep okay?”

you swear your soul leaves your body.

you feel lee know glance at you for a split second, then shake his head with a smirk, and suddenly they’re both out the doors, the van waiting.

the rest of the team follows behind them, none the wiser.

and you?

you’re standing there, cheeks burning, stomach flipping, thighs still aching.

it hits you all at once—the heat of last night, the ridiculousness of this morning, the way chan didn’t even need to say anything but still managed to completely unravel you with just a look and a word.

you shake your head to yourself as you walk outside toward your ride.

of course he told someone. of course he wanted someone to know. he’s that type—cocky, bold, and too damn good in bed not to brag a little with his eyes alone.

but somehow… you don’t even mind.

you might never see him again. might never touch him again.

but for one night, you were the girl he picked.

and everyone could see it.

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[chansdoll]

working on something so sexy slay rn

[chansdoll]

hi my loves. i’m so sorry i’ve been mia. i just needed a break i think. i’m gonna be writing more these next few days so keep an eye out for that! 🤍

[chansdoll]

Hope you’re doing alright these days babe ❤️

i am! thank you. i have so many fic ideas, i’ve just been taking a break. i’m off for a while this coming week though !!