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bangchan - elevator hottie

content includes: dom! bangchan x poc fem reader.

oct 18 2025

strangers to lovers/fuck buddies (kinda), chan is mean, unsafe sex, weed use, chan has a girlfriend, y/n is not for the bs, chan falls in love, hair pulling, pussy eating, dick sucking, praise, aftercare, lovemaking, hickeys, rough nasty

slow burn

i miss u guys, happy new year i hope yall enjoys
not proof read :/
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the elevator dinged as y/n dragged her last bag down the hallway toward her apartment. the carpet was still that clean, untouched kind, the kind that made her feel bad for rolling her suitcase over it. the movers had already left not too long ago, taking the heavy stuff with them, leaving behind boxes stacked unevenly against the walls and her furniture still wrapped in plastic.

she had insisted on bringing her laundry up herself, arms straining a little as she shifted the weight, but she didn't mind. she was tired, yeah—but it was the good kind of tired.

she stopped in front of her door and let out a quiet breath, adjusting the bag on her shoulder before pressing the numbers into the keypad. a soft beep, then a click. she pushed the door open with her hip and stepped inside.

her new place was nice. like... really nice.

the door shut behind her with a dull thud and she just stood there for a second, taking it all in again. the living room was way bigger than her old one, the ceilings higher, the windows stretching almost from floor to ceiling. sunlight poured in, warm and golden, spilling across the hardwood floors and making the place glow. outside, the city sat wide and alive, buildings stacked close together, cars moving like ants far below. she walked a little closer to the window, peeking out, a small smile tugging at her lips.

two bathrooms. two. she still couldn't get over that part. and the closet space? insane. she already knew she'd probably end up filling it eventually, but for now it felt luxurious just knowing she had room.

she dropped her bag near the couch and kicked her shoes off, toes curling against the cool floor. pulling her phone from her pocket, she connected it to her jbl speaker and let music fill the apartment—low at first, r&b humming softly through the empty space. it made the place feel less quiet.

she tied her hair up into a messy bun, a few strands slipping loose around her face, and decided to start in the kitchen. it felt like the easiest before she did her room and bathroom.

the kitchen island sat bare, smooth and spotless. she frowned at it slightly, like it offended her to leave it empty. grabbing one of the smaller boxes, she popped it open and started pulling out dishes. she didn't have many—just enough for one person. a couple of plates, bowls, mugs she'd collected over time. still, she took her time placing them in the cabinets, adjusting them until they looked right. she wanted it to look lived in, not like some staged apartment from a listing.

by the time she was nearly halfway done unpacking, she glanced out the window again and noticed it wasn't dark yet. the sky was slowly shifting colors, blue bleeding into soft orange. her stomach growled faintly, reminding her she hadn't eaten much all day, but she ignored it for now.

that's when her phone screen dimmed.

she frowned, tapping it once, then twice. low battery.

"damn," she muttered under her breath, realization hitting her all at once. her charger. still in her car.

she debated it for a second—going back down felt like a hassle—but she knew if her phone died completely she'd be annoyed later. so she grabbed her keys, slipped on her slides, and headed back out, locking the door behind her.