"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Yuhan groaned, burying his face in his hands. Sweat clung to his skin, not the kind born of nerves but something heavier—something that made his chest tighten. "Goddammit! Your boss is gonna eat me alive! I'm not even old enough to die! I should've never tried sneaking in—" His voice cracked into a frustrated mumble, words tumbling out as fast as the sweat dripping down his temple.
His leg bounced restlessly on the table, shaking hard enough to rattle it.
"Tsk." Zhang's smirk cut through the air. "Are you gonna be like this the whole week?"
The bed groaned as he stood, steps deliberate, slow. Yuhan's shoulders stiffened when Zhang circled behind him.
Large, calloused hands slid along Yuhan's cheeks, cupping his face as though he were fragile glass. Zhang's touch was warm, deliberate, his thumbs brushing lightly against clammy skin.
Sigh~
"My boss isn't that bad," Zhang said, rubbing Yuhan's cheek with his thumb as he casually pushed the chair back. His voice dropped lower, brushing against Yuhan's ear. "Besides... it's not like you're not close."
This man… he's insane.
Yuhan's pale skin betrayed him instantly, his blush spreading across his face.
SMACK!
The sharp slap against Zhang's hand shattered the silence.
Zhang pulled back with a grunt, "Tch—"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Yuhan snapped.
Zhang only pouted, pulling an exaggerated baby face. With his huge guard-like body, it looked ridiculous.
Why… why am I even—
Yuhan's eyes faltered, wandering downward.
No way… Is it as big as the rest of him—?
"Goddammit, stupid thoughts!" Yuhan cursed under his breath, springing up from the chair. He rubbed his temples furiously before spinning the chair back towards the desk. He tried burying himself in the stack of papers, flipping through them in a rush.
But then—two strong hands suddenly pinned his own against the desk.
"H-hey! W-what are you—?!"
Yuhan tugged hard at his wrists, but Zhang's grip was unshakable. Those calloused hands pinned him against the desk, firm and unyielding, like shackles made of flesh and heat.
"Let me go—!" Yuhan snapped, his voice sharp but cracking halfway, betraying the storm in his chest.
Zhang leaned in, his breath fanning across the side of Yuhan's neck, warm and teasing. "You talk too much," he murmured, tone maddeningly calm. His lips brushed dangerously close to Yuhan's skin. "But your body says something else."
Yuhan froze. His pulse thudded so violently he swore Zhang could hear it echoing in the silence.
"T-this is not the time for this kind of behavior!" Yuhan shouted, his face flushing redder than he'd like to admit.
Moments ago, he'd been drowning in worry over their lack of leads. Now he was cornered by a beast three times his size—an S-Class alpha, no less.
Hell no. Fucking no!
"Z-Zhang, let me go!" Yuhan gritted, twisting to break free.
Zhang's hold loosened for just a heartbeat—only to flip the chair around with startling speed. Before Yuhan could react, his wrists were locked down against the armrest.
"F-fuck! Zhang! What the hell are you—"
God, if he keeps this up, I swear I'll lose it!
Zhang leaned in, so close their noses nearly brushed. His eyes gleamed with mischief as that insufferable smirk tugged at his lips. "Tsk. It's so much fun watching you struggle. Acting all tough when you know you can't win."
"Hnng! Zhang! L-leggooo!" Yuhan squirmed.
That only widened Zhang's grin, his voice dropping into a husky taunt. "And now you're whining."
Yuhan's POV
That grin—god, it made me want to slap him.
"Zhang, let—"
The words never made it out. His thick fingers curled tighter around my wrist, and then—
THUD. A sharp creak of the bedframe.
"O-ouch!" I gasped, the air knocked out of me.
In an instant, I was pulled straight onto his lap, crashing face-first into the hard wall of his chest.
I blinked, stunned. The chair was gone. The desk was behind us. Somehow, some damn way—
We were on the bed. Me. On his lap.
My brain short-circuited. His chest was solid beneath me, radiating heat like a furnace. Every breath I took was laced with his scent, sharp and heavy, an alpha's presence pressing down on me.
"G-get off me!" I shouted, pushing against him, but my hands only pressed deeper into his shoulders. Goddammit.
Zhang tilted his head, watching me like a predator cornering prey. His smirk softened into something far more dangerous—focused. Intent.
"You keep saying no," he murmured, his voice low, "but your eyes tell me something else."
I froze, my heart jerking painfully in my chest.
"I-I don't—!" I stammered, words tripping over themselves.
His thumb brushed my jaw, slow, deliberate, tilting my face up until my eyes locked with his. I should've looked away. I should've pushed him harder. Instead, I sat there, trembling, caught like a moth in flame.
"Shut up for once," Zhang whispered.
And before I could breathe—
Crash.
His lips slammed against mine.
It wasn't soft. It wasn't careful. It was a messy collision, all heat and frustration. My eyes widened, then fluttered shut as his mouth moved against mine, rough and demanding.
I hated it. I hated him.
So why the hell did my body melt into it?
My fists, once ready to shove him away, tangled in the fabric of his shirt, gripping it like an anchor. His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me there, refusing to let me escape.
The kiss deepened, stealing my breath, leaving me dizzy.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed against mine, both of us panting, his smirk returned—lazy, triumphant.
"Tsk," he teased, his breath ghosting over my lips, "knew you'd taste sweet."
My eyes snapped open, wide and furious, though my lips still tingled.
"Y-you bastard—" I hissed, but my voice cracked again, betraying me.
My lips were still burning when Zhang leaned back, his grin stretching wider.
"You're cute when you're mad," he murmured, his thumb grazing my bottom lip, "but you're even cuter when you shut up."
I swatted his hand away, glaring daggers. "Shut up? You just stole my first kiss, you psycho!"
Zhang chuckled, low and rumbling from his chest. "Stole?" He tilted his head, eyes glinting. "Pretty sure you kissed me back."
"Did not!" I barked, squirming in his lap. But the bastard's arms tightened around my waist, holding me in place like I weighed nothing.
"You're struggling so much," he whispered into my ear, his voice dipping into that husky register that sent goosebumps down my neck. "Maybe we should burn that energy off some other way, hm?"
My entire body stiffened. "H-hell no! What the fuck are you suggesting, you maniac?!"
Zhang laughed, deep and satisfied, the sound vibrating through his chest against mine. "Relax, baby. I'm just saying… we could have a little fun. You, me, no interruptions." His breath tickled my ear. "I bet you'd scream my name so sweetly—"
"OH HELL NAH!" I shoved at his shoulders, my face exploding red. "Get your filthy imagination away from me!"
Zhang only smirked harder, clearly entertained by my outburst. "Tsk. The way you're blushing says otherwise."
"Blushing?! It's called rage! You—" I jabbed a finger at his chest, trying to get leverage but still stuck in his lap, "—are delusional, Zhang!"
He leaned in closer, our noses brushing again. "Mmm, maybe. Or maybe I just know what you want before you do."
My stomach flipped violently. Fuck. Why did his confidence sound so… convincing?
I turned my head sharply, refusing to meet his eyes. "Y-you're insane."
Zhang's smirk softened into something lazier, more dangerous. He rested his chin on my shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Insane for you, maybe."
My heart stopped.
I mean… it's not like he could get me pregnant.I'm an alpha too—just a common one, sure, a C-class, but still…
…w-wait.
My face went up in flames, heat crawling down my neck. I kept my eyes fixed anywhere but at Zhang, his damn chin heavy and warm on my shoulder.
D-did I just seriously think about—
"Hey?" His low voice rumbled right next to my ear.
"F-fuck!" I jolted, cursing under my breath.
Zhang's smirk curved against my skin. "So," he drawled, his tone smug and far too knowing, "you were thinking about it."
Yuhan stiffened, refusing to turn his head. "I-I wasn't thinking about anything, asshole."
"Mm," Zhang hummed lazily, like he didn't believe a word. "Your ears say otherwise." His thumb brushed over Yuhan's heated skin, lingering far too long.
Before Yuhan could snap back, Zhang shifted suddenly—his arm sliding around Yuhan's waist, pulling him tighter against his chest.
"W-wait—Zhang—!"
In one smooth motion, Yuhan found himself tipped backward, his spine sinking into the mattress. Zhang loomed above him now, one knee braced against the bed, his shadow stretching across Yuhan's flushed face.
"Y-you—get off!" Yuhan shoved at his chest, but Zhang caught his wrists mid-air and pressed them down against the sheets.
"Goddammit—" Yuhan writhed beneath him, his voice cracking.
Zhang leaned closer, lips hovering just above Yuhan's, his breath warm. "You keep fighting like that," he murmured with a wolfish grin, "and I might think you want me to pin you down."
"Hell no!" Yuhan spat, thrashing harder. His heart hammered against his ribs, a violent mix of fury and something else he refused to name.
Zhang chuckled low in his throat, his grip unyielding. "Tsk. Cute. But you'll tire yourself out sooner or later…" His smirk deepened as he dipped his head, their noses brushing. "And then, baby, we can do something a lot more fun."
Zhang shifted, his weight pressing closer, until Yuhan suddenly felt the solid drag of a knee sliding between his legs.
"Nngh—!" The sound tore out before he could stop it. His breath hitched, spine arching against the mattress.
He bit down on his lip, trying to cage the heat rushing through him. "Z-Zhang… n-not… t-there—" The words tangled on his tongue, stuttering in a way that betrayed him more than anything.
Zhang only tilted his head, his smirk sharpening at the corners. "Not there?" His voice was a low rumble, as though savoring every crack in Yuhan's composure. "But you're trembling."
The pressure grew, slow but deliberate. Every shift of Zhang's knee sent sparks curling up Yuhan's spine. His fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, breath spilling fast and uneven.
His eyes flicked back, wide and glazed, his body jerking at the next push. "Hhhah— o-oh, g-god—" His chest heaved as if he couldn't breathe, his voice breaking into a ragged whisper.
Zhang leaned closer, close enough for Yuhan to feel the ghost of his breath on his lips. "Say my name again," he murmured, the devil's grin never leaving his face, "I like how it sounds when you're falling apart."
I couldn't even process his words. "W-what…?" My voice was barely a whisper, drowned out by the rush in my ears.
Then—
PRESS!
A jolt shot through me, my back arching as his knee dug in just the right spot.
"E-eek—!" I gasped, the sound humiliating, desperate.
He didn't stop. Of course, he didn't. Zhang's strength pinned both my wrists above my head, his fingers wrapped so tight I had nothing to cling to but the sheets beneath me.
Another press. Harder this time.
"G-goddammit—!" My words broke into a ragged moan, shame burning hot in my chest.
His smirk hovered just above me, close enough for me to see the glint of heat in his eyes. "Losing control already?" he murmured, his tone low, lazy, maddening.
"Hah—Z-zhang…" I couldn't even finish. My body betrayed me, trembling under him, my breath hitching with every push.
The bastard leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. "You sound sweet when you beg, Yuhan."
"F-fuck you—hah~" The retort came out shaky, nothing like the bite I wanted it to be. My voice cracked, giving me away completely.
And still, his knee pressed down, coaxing another broken sound from me.
I hated it.I hated how much I wanted more.
His other hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the hem of my T-shirt. The warmth of his palm pressed deliberately against my stomach, each movement unhurried—taunting.
H-his hands are so…big.
A shiver tore down my spine as his calloused fingers traced upward, brushing over my skin with infuriating patience. My vision blurred at the edges, breath hitching the moment his face dipped closer to my ear, his voice a velvet whisper.
"Sensitive, aren't you?"
PINCH—!
"Aahck!" The sudden sting sent my whole body jerking. His fingers closed around my right nipple, tugging, rolling, teasing without mercy.
"Zh-zhang!" I gasped, the name tumbling out half in protest, half in a sound I didn't even recognize.
His chuckle rumbled low against my ear, infuriatingly calm, as if my reaction was exactly what he wanted. His grip on my wrists stayed firm, pinning them above my head against the sheets, while his fingers toyed mercilessly at my chest.
"Mnnh—stop! Hah—d-don't—" My words broke apart the moment he gave another tug, sending a shock straight through me.
Zhang leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Don't what? Don't make you feel good?"
"Y-you're…ahh—insufferable!" I twisted under him, trying to push my knees up, but he only pressed harder, his weight anchoring me, his knee sliding higher between my thighs.
The pressure made my back arch. My breathing hitched.
"Nnghh—! F-fuck!"
Zhang's smirk spread wider, his dark eyes locked on my face, watching every flicker of resistance, every crack in my composure. "Your body's honest, Yuhan," he teased, his thumb flicking over the sensitive bud again before dragging lazy circles across my chest.
"Shut—hahh—up!" I bit my lip hard, refusing to let another sound slip.
But when he suddenly pinched again—harder this time—I couldn't stop the broken cry that burst out of me.
"Ahhhnn—!"
Zhang's laughter was soft, sinful, and far too close. "Knew it," he murmured, lowering his mouth until his lips brushed the corner of mine, just shy of a kiss.
The heat of him was overwhelming—his scent, his weight, his voice wrapping around me like a trap I couldn't escape.
And the worst part? A piece of me didn't even want to.
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To Be Continued... ...