The world has moved forward, yet some packs and families remain anchored in tradition
Namjoon is a traditional pack alpha who is determined to uphold the customs and practices of his ancestors. He values the old ways and is resistant to change. On t...
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Panting breaths and soft cries bounced off the pale walls, mixing with the faint scent of sweat and the almost addictive , unmistakably aroused scent of blood orange
“Ahh…” Yoongi’s body arched violently, every muscle tensing as Jin’s tongue slid past him, teasing and claiming. Fire shot through every nerve, making his skin prickle and his chest rise and fall in uneven, desperate gasps. His arms tensed, fingers clutching at the sheets as his body reacted before his mind could catch up
“Oh my god… Jin, stop… please, I can’t…” His voice cracked, tears threatening to spill as he tried to push back, but every attempt was met with Jin’s strong hands holding him down and his tongue pressing harder against every sensitive nerve. Yoongi’s body trembled involuntarily “Jin… please… please…” he whimpered, voice breaking again
Jin leaned back slightly, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, the corner of his lips tugging into a teasing smirk “ Come on… you act like nobody’s ever eaten your ass before!" he murmured low , pressing a kiss into Yoongi's inner thigh, making him shiver all over.
Yoongi panted hard, lifting himself onto his elbows as the morning light spilled into the room, casting a warm glow across his flushed skin “No… I’m an Alpha… I do that to Omegas, it's never been the other way around ” he protested weakly
Jin snorted “So boring… then get used to this..because, I...” His fingers traced along Yoongi’s ribs, sliding over the curve of his hips "...like to make people beg for mercy in bed!" He hooked his hands around Yoongi’s thighs, holding them firmly against his shoulders “... also the fingers and tongue is just the start…” he added, winking with that sly smile
And without any warning, Jin dove back in...driving Yoongi closer to the edge. His hands gripped Yoongi’s pale, thin legs tightly, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he kept him pinned against the mattress. Every subtle movement of Jin’s tongue sent shivers rippling through Yoongi’s body, leaving him gasping, squirming and utterly undone.
Yoongi’s body bucked reflexively, trying to escape, but Jin’s hands held him firmly in place. Jin’s tongue moved relentlessly, sliding inside him, licking and exploring… Yoongi couldn’t believe he was going to come from just this.
“Jin… I think I’m going to…” His voice trembled
Jin didn’t ease up. He worked faster, claiming every sensitive nerve, teasing and pushing Yoongi to the edge. Yoongi screamed, his body tensing as waves of plesure ripped through him. Finally, he came into his own belly, trembling with aftershocks, chest heaving...his eyes squeezed shut.
Jin finally let Yoongi’s legs go.Yoongi was heaving so hard it made Jin laugh softly
“So glad you don’t stay with your mom… you’re so noisy. I may have to soundproof my place at this rate ” Jin murmured, a smirk still playing on his lips. He wiped his mouth with a tissue, watching Yoongi’s flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. Despite everything ,there was a softness in his gaze which was almost protective
