#hanjist

it’s comforting until it’s not.

he starts pushing the boundaries a little more. it started with having your lights on at 4am, unable to fall asleep for the night. suddenly getting a notification from chan.

chan: can’t sleep? i noticed your light was still on. i can help with that if you want.

a weird message to receive, how did he know?

then during cold weather, the heater suddenly turns on in your apartment. pleasantly surprised when you don’t have to lift a finger until you receive another message.

chan: i turned it on just for you ;)

the messages kept flowing. you couldn’t block him though. what if there was another problem? you need to contact your landlord, of course.

chan: [photo]

chan: these sheets would look nice for your bed. you have a full, right?

how did he…

chan: noticed your dining room lightbulb was getting dull, i got you a new one and ill install it later.

you: i won’t be home today, i cant let you in.

chan: that’s no problem, i have a key. i’ll be there.

you: no, its okay. don’t worry about it.

chan: i’m just being nice. perhaps you should take me for granted. i don’t just do this for anyone.

you: okay…

chan: you can make it up to me somehow.

his off-putting behavior had you in a trance. something you’d never admit to is that you liked it. it was a deep secret of yours, but you’d let him do anything to you. yet, you’d never actually think to give in to his needs. his wants.

—

you had promised to yourself that you wouldn’t fall behind on rent. but just your luck, you were a couple hundred short because of missing shifts when you were sick for a week.

you had no choice but to talk to chan about it.

“i don’t think i can pay all of this month. i’m short on money right now.”

“that’s fine.”

“really?”

“yeah.”

you take a deep breath, he’s not finished.

“only if you go on a date with me. spend the night, i know you’re lonely up there. give me a chance.”

you take another deep breath before you end up agreeing.

now you’ve ended up in his apartment. he’s cooked dinner for you. wine on the table.

it started off with small talk. making things more awkward than they were. but one too many drinks and you’ve ended up blurbing words to chan as you become slightly tipsy. he finds it cute how your head sways slightly as you speak, eyes fluttering as they grow tired.

you’re squirming in your seat, shifting uncomfortably. it’s like his eyes are lasers, burning you as his eyes are direct. it feels too hot now.

“you’re so pretty… so cute…”

he’s murmuring under his breath as he stands up to lift your body up, guiding you to his couch. his hand trails from your shoulders to your lower back, dangerously close to your ass, as he’s walking with you slowly towards the couch.

your body goes limp against the couch. everything is spinning in your vision. you suddenly feel an arm creep around you as the couch dips. chan’s sitting close, a little too close. his other hand reaches to your face to tuck away the stray pieces of hair in your face. your eyes flutter at him, watching as he licks his lips while looking up and down from your eyes to your mouth. you start to stiffen up as he’s leaning a bit closer.

“chan…”

“you said you’d stay… don’t tell me you’re backing out. i’ve done so much for you…”

you stay silent as warmth grows on your face, displaying at your cheeks.

“you’re not backing out of it now. it’s our deal.”

his finger starts playing with the strap of your tank top. he’s fiddling with it slowly, making your body feel hotter than it should. as he unravels his finger, the strap drapes down your shoulder.

“relax. i’ll take care of you.”

nodding uncertainly, you watch as the arm wrapped around you drops to your waist to pull you closer at his side.

the same arm is now tracing your curves down to your thighs. you spread your thighs slightly, just enough for his fingers to reach in between your inner thighs to rub small circles.

you gulp hard. it feels too good, loathing his touch. his hand gets closer as his fingertips graze at your clothed core. the materials of your pants getting in the way, so he puts slight pressure. just enough to get you to feel something. you instinctively grab on his wrist, an attempt to stop him. you’re hesitant, you can’t let him win. chan’s quicker to swat your hand away from his wrist.

“just trust me.”

his voice eases you. slowly letting your guard down as he places pressure on your core. the layers of clothing making it impossible to enjoy throughly. he watches you attentively, tilting his head back as he watches you sink slowly into his couch.

“you trust me, right?”

you plead at him with desperate eyes. giving him a slight nod was enough for him. he drapes you on his shoulder, body weak against him as the moment he picked you up happened in a flash. everything is upside down, you watch as he carries you into his bedroom.

“chan…?”

“shush.”

he throws your body onto the bed. you bounce back up with your upper half propped up by your elbows. your gaze follows chan as he nudges himself through your legs, spreading them apart with his body. he’s forcing you open.

“you’d let me do anything i want, wouldn’t you?”

you nod slowly, but it’s eager. there’s a glint in your eyes that scream yes, you just refuse to say it to prove him right.

before you know it, your pants are quickly off as he tugs them down with his fingers. your underwear exposed just for him. he’s drooling.

“you’re so pretty, baby.”

his hands are tracing small circles on your thighs, fingers inching up closer towards the hem of your panties. as his fingers graze your soft skin, you can feel your body betraying you and your wetness pools against the cloth of your panties.

“oh? you’re dripping.”

his pointed finger prods at the patch of wetness, dragging his fingers up and down. you shudder as you feel his finger push in slightly between your folds, the cloth being the only barrier between you and his skin touching.

he takes it upon himself to peel your panties off, watching as the way your wetness has your panties sticking to you. he groans just at the sight of your core.

“uh… i—“

chan places a finger on your lips as he nods, his eyes darkening.

“i know what you need, so say no more.”

he’s tugging his pants and underwear all in one go, aligning himself right at your hole.

“i think you can handle it.”

it’s the last thing he says before he’s grabbing your waist, he slides himself in with no warning. he gives you no time to catch your breath. the stretch stings your walls. he’s pushing himself in, raw. all the way to the hilt.

“c-chan!”

“god, you’re so tight… baby, mmh.”

the sounds of your miserable whines and scream-like moans have him lost in his head, thinking about how he’s finally getting his fill. he’s drunk from your pussy alone. his thrusts are deep, cock filling you to the brim.

“stop squirming, fuck.”

you wriggle as he thrusts, hands grabbing at his biceps. he takes quick action to grab your wrists and pin them up above you, grip tight as he’s pressing down your hands against the sheets. you whine as the grip is strong, there’s no way to escape his force on you.

“yeah, you like that huh? you like how my cock fills you up?”

he gives your clit a slap before circling it with his thumb. you become a whining mess from that action alone.

“fuck… you’re so pliant for me. shit. let me try something.”

he’s dragging you up by your wrist to prop you up. his hand let go, but they land elsewhere, right on your ass to pick you up. his fingers basically clawing into your skin as he carries you on his dick, making his way to his desk, filled with paperwork from other tenants. he shoves them all aside to the floor with one hand, ultimately dropping you onto the cold wood.

“w-what are you doing?”

you balance yourself on your hands as you lean back, his cock still deep in you. he grabs your legs by the back of your knees, propping your legs up on the desk, spreading you out as much as he can. his hands rest on your propped up knees. then his thrusts resume, even propping one of his legs up on his chair to fill you up from a better angle.

the desk is practically shaking, you feel like you might fall from how hard he’s slamming into you. his cup with all his pens shake violently as he plows into your pussy.

“fuck— ‘m testing if this desk is fuckable or not— fuck y/n.”

you’re gripping onto the edge, holding on for dear life as he’s abusing your cunt. one of his hands make its way down your legs, fingers hovered right above your pussy. you look down and watch as his fingers start pinching at your clit. you jerk forward and moan into his shoulder, arms making their way behind his neck, wrapping yourself tightly on him to maintain your balance.

you feel your legs shaking, so close to an orgasm. your face tightens, nose scrunching as you look at chan through welled up tears in your eyes. it takes him less than a second to notice. he stills as he stares at your flushed face.

you feel yourself disconnect from the wooden desk, chan’s got you picked up.

“mmh, don’t like it here. let me try somewhere else.”

you whimper as his movements halt, too busy carrying you to another location in his apartment. his cock is still buried deep inside you as he’s striding his way past his room and into the kitchen. you feel the cold marble countertops at your thighs. he has you in a similar position as before, legs being spread as much as they can to the point they sting. your legs are dangling down and back against the countertop this time. his whole body pushing in closer, trying to get as deep as possible as he continues his plowing into your cunt. it’s embarrassing what kind of noises your making, voice breaking every time he’s going harder into you.

“‘s so m-much! i c-cant!”

hearing your pleas only makes him want to ruin you more. you’re so close again, tipping over the edge. your back starts to arch and you’re gripping for anything for support. you knocked down a plate or two as your arms flail to look for something sturdy. your breathing gets shallower. he notices.

“too messy here. we’re moving.”

and you’re up again. you’re clawing into his back as he carries you once again.

“p-please… just let me… let m-me cum!”

he looks ahead past by you, thinking of where to move to next, instead of listening to any word you say. you squeak as he forcefully props you onto the running dryer. a wave of pleasure rushes through your cunt as the vibrations

he’s propped you up on the dryer. it’s running, rumbling like crazy. a wave of pleasure rushes through your cunt as the vibrations make the experience of chan’s fat cock ten times more intense than it should. the rumbles beneath you has you a crying mess.

“chan— i— i need to c-cum! p-please… let me!”

you’re babbling nonsense at this point. the tears start streaming down your face as you hold yourself up by propping your hands on chan’s broad shoulders. he rolls his eyes watching your pathetic tears roll down your pink-tinted cheeks.

“oh shut up.”

you can see his smirk as he grabs something from the cabinet of his laundry room. your black panties. the same pair he stole when you let him do your laundry. it was hard to not notice your favorite pair going missing. now, you’ve finally found it. but is it really yours anymore? it happens in a flash, he shoves two fingers in your mouth, getting you to open wide and shoving in the piece of flimsy fabric. you gag as his fingers push in a little too much against your throat.

“that’ll keep you quiet.”

he wastes no time to plow back into you as the dryer runs.

“it’s perfect here, this fucking machine is enough to get you off, doesn’t it? hm?”

he watches as your eyes roll back from the two satisfactory tools, his cock and the running machine. it’s not enough for him, he needs to see you ruined completely before you actually orgasm on his cock. once again, your ass is in the air as he moves you to another place.

“hm, let me try somewhere else. this just isn’t it.”

his voice is condescending. you knew it. you wouldn’t be able to release any time soon.

you whine as your skin gets ripped from the rush of the running machine. he has a bit of mercy for you, slowly dragging the black fabric out of your mouth before he’s off carrying you. your core is throbbing against his dick, begging for anything. you swear you can hear him groan a bit as he’s moving you else where. you feel a breeze on your back. a plea escapes your mouth as you feel his dick leave your cunt. then suddenly, you watch the view of his bedroom turn into a view of the street below your apartment building. it’s enough for slight panic.

“what the fuck!”

the pure fear of someone seeing you about to fill your head, yet it’s all blurry when he’s back to lining his head back at your folds, fucking you from behind. you lift your head up, scanning the other apartment buildings. noticing how some windows are lit up. you’re back to being afraid that someone might see you. someone seeing you giving chan what he wants. seeing that you like it.

“someone’s g-gonna see…”

you’re begging him desperately now. gripping hard onto the cold metal railing.

“you’re right. this isn’t a good spot. no one else should see you like this but me.”

he’s pulled you off the railing, letting you back in and landing you back onto his bed. he’s desperate to finish himself, but something clicks in him as he observes one last time.

you feel like you’re about to orgasm until he suddenly stops the thrusts again. you look up at him from your nuzzled head on his shoulders, tears at the brim of your waterline.

“no no no… w-why did you stop?”

you whine as he looks at you, darkness enveloping in his eyes. he picks you up by the waist again and his cock slips out of you. a big ache within your core, letting out a desperate moan as you feel the emptiness, not even realizing that you’ve ended up with your stomach and chest pressed against his nightstand beside his bed. his hands take hold of your wrists once again, this time placing them behind your back. you feel something cold wrap around your wrists instead of his forceful grip. the sound of clanking metal fills your ears, realizing its his belt. you feel his hands rubbing against your waist, one of the hands going a bit too far up, groping at your breasts. a distraction as his cock slips back in, you moan miserably at the surprise.

“‘m gonna finally breed this pussy. that way— you’ll be with me forever.”

he’s finally at his breaking point, you can feel his seed in you with each thrust. each one getting sloppier and shallow.

you want to speak, but you can’t get any words out of your mouth. especially when he’s pushing in as deep as he can, making sure you collect every bit of his seed in you. your own release finally happening, a loud moan escapes your mouth after long anticipation from how much he was fucking himself into you for so long.

as he pulls out, his groans at the sight of your creamed pussy. the glistening of your folds as it drips down onto the floor and slightly at the sides of your inner thighs. it’s all too messy.

“mmh… let me clean you up…”

standing up quickly, he takes a washcloth from his bathroom, wiping it across your ruined cunt.

“i’ll take care of you. so much you’ll never want to leave me.”

you want to oppose on the idea, but your mind is far too astray for thinking now. helplessly, you give an obedient nod to everything he says. you’re his now. you’ve given in completely.

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