Hidden Desires (YiZhan)

chapter 5

They didn’t get far before Yibo stopped, pulling Zhan into a dark alley beside the club.

The suddenness of it made Zhan’s heart race, confusion and fear flooding his senses. Yibo’s hand gripped the back of Zhan’s neck, pulling him close, and Zhan could feel the heat of his breath against his skin.“Yibo, wait…” Zhan’s voice was shaky, barely audible as he tried to understand what was happening.

But Yibo wasn’t listening. His eyes were dark, almost feral, with a mix of alcohol and something deeper—a need, a hunger that Zhan had never seen before.

He didn’t have time to react before Yibo’s lips crashed against his, the kiss rough and bruising. Zhan’s protests were swallowed by Yibo’s mouth, his hands gripping Zhan’s hips with a force that would surely leave bruises.Zhan tried to push Yibo away, but Yibo was stronger, his body pressing Zhan against the cold brick wall, pinning him in place.

His hands roamed over Zhan’s body with a possessive fervor, fingers digging into his skin, leaving marks of ownership. Zhan’s mind was a blur, panic and arousal warring within him as Yibo’s touch ignited something deep inside.“Yibo, stop…” Zhan pleaded, his voice barely more than a whisper, trembling with fear and uncertainty.

But Yibo didn’t stop. Instead, he growled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down Zhan’s spine.

His hands moved down to Zhan’s belt, fingers working with a brutal efficiency to undo it. Zhan’s breath hitched as Yibo’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, fingers curling around his growing arousal.

The sensation was overwhelming, Yibo’s touch both rough and demanding, leaving Zhan helpless under the intensity of it.“Yibo, please…” Zhan’s voice cracked, a mix of desperation and confusion.Yibo ignored his pleas, his lips trailing down Zhan’s neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin.

Zhan gasped, his body betraying him as heat pooled low in his stomach. Yibo’s other hand tugged at Zhan’s pants, pulling them down just enough to expose him. Zhan’s heart pounded in his chest, the reality of the situation crashing down on him, but his body was frozen, unable to fight back.

Yibo’s hand tightened around Zhan’s cock, stroking him with a rough, almost punishing rhythm. Zhan bit down on his lip, trying to suppress the moans threatening to escape, the shame of his own arousal twisting in his gut.

He could feel the cool night air against his exposed skin, the harshness of the brick wall behind him contrasting with the heat of Yibo’s body pressing against his.“Stop fighting it,” Yibo murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with a dark desire. “You know you want this.”Zhan shook his head, tears stinging his eyes, but his body betrayed him, hips bucking involuntarily into Yibo’s hand.

Yibo smirked, his thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, drawing a choked moan from Zhan’s lips. The shame burned hot in Zhan’s chest, but he couldn’t stop the way his body responded, the way Yibo’s touch seemed to override all reason.Before

Zhan could process what was happening, Yibo was pushing him harder against the wall, forcing Zhan’s legs apart. The next moment, Zhan felt Yibo’s fingers, slick with saliva, pressing against his entrance. Zhan’s breath caught in his throat, panic flaring as Yibo pushed a finger inside, the intrusion rough and without care.

Zhan whimpered, the discomfort and pain mingling with a sickening sense of pleasure that he couldn’t control.“Relax,” Yibo commanded, his tone devoid of any tenderness, more a demand than a reassurance.Zhan’s hands fisted in Yibo’s shirt, trying to pull away, but Yibo was relentless, adding another finger, stretching him with a brutal efficiency.

The pain was sharp, tears spilling down Zhan’s cheeks as he tried to endure it, but his body was betraying him at every turn, the sensation of Yibo’s fingers inside him sending conflicting signals of pain and twisted pleasure.“Yibo, please… don’t do this,” Zhan’s voice cracked, his plea barely a whisper, but Yibo was beyond hearing.

Yibo removed his fingers, and Zhan barely had time to catch his breath before Yibo was pushing inside him.

The pain was excruciating, a sharp gasp escaping Zhan’s lips as Yibo forced his way in, the sensation tearing through him. Yibo didn’t give him time to adjust, his movements rough and unyielding, each thrust driving the breath from Zhan’s lungs.

The alley was filled with the sound of flesh against flesh, Yibo’s harsh breathing, and Zhan’s choked whimpers. The pain was overwhelming, tears blurring Zhan’s vision as Yibo continued to thrust into him, each movement sending jolts of agony and unwanted pleasure through Zhan’s body.

He could feel Yibo’s breath hot against his neck, the animalistic grunts of satisfaction as he took what he wanted, without regard for Zhan’s cries of pain.It felt like an eternity, Yibo’s assault relentless and unforgiving, until finally, with a deep, guttural moan, Yibo came, his body tensing as he spilled inside Zhan.

The sensation of warmth flooding him was the final humiliation, a sob breaking free from Zhan’s throat as he slumped against the wall, utterly broken.

Yibo pulled out, leaving Zhan feeling empty and violated. He adjusted his clothes, his expression unreadable as he looked down at Zhan, who was still trembling, tears streaming down his face.

There was no apology in Yibo’s eyes, no sign of regret.“Don’t overthink it,” Yibo said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion before he turned and walked away, leaving Zhan crumpled against the wall, his world shattered beyond repair.
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Suddenly this story took a big turn didn't it?😭? So a complicated storyline is one ur way.
-yizhan_BJYX