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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Yoonjin 🔞 in beginning
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“Jin…”
“Yes…”
“I’m dying…” Yoongi’s voice slipped out as a broken whisper. It was barely audible over the pounding of his own heart
Jin smirked “Ask for it...”
“Noo…” Yoongi shook his head weakly, even though his face was already pressed deep into the soft tan silk covered pillows, which were soaked with his drool, dark wet patches spreading beneath his cheek
Jin’s hand pressed firmly on the back of his head, pushing him down further with a teasing smile. At the same time, he slid his long slick fingers deeper inside his partner, curling them deliberately...brushing that spot that made Yoongi’s spine arch off the mattress. He kept the pressure maddeningly light, just to show the alpha what he was missing “Ask for it, alpha…” Jin demanded
His free hand slid up Yoongi’s heaving chest, thumb dragging over a swollen, oversensitive nipple, and twisting it slightly making Yoongi moan
“Noo…” he stubbornly hissed right after that.
He knew exactly why Jin loved calling him alpha in bed...he loved having a stereotypically powerful creature reduced to begging and pleading beneath him. And Yoongi couldn’t lie.. the humiliation of it only excited him. Actually, he’d never pictured himself in this position...or any of the positions Jin had already bent him into—but fuck, he wasn’t complaining!
“Very well…” Jin murmured, his voice was full of mock disappointment. He withdrew his fingers almost completely, letting Yoongi feel the sudden, aching void left behind “Keep being stubborn then… Perhaps you’ll receive nothing today...”
Yoongi whimpered at the sudden lose of the fullness.His hips twitched helplessly forward, chasing the touch that had abandoned him. His cock jerked against his stomach, flushed dark red, leaking steadily onto the already wrecked sheets
Jin grabbed him roughly by the hips and flipped him over in one swift motion so Yoongi was facing him. He smiled at the sight in front of him... Yoongi’s face flushed and sweaty, cheeks and the tip of the nose bright red, eyes glassy and wet, lashes clinging together with unshed tears
“Look at you…” Jin said softly, as he leaned down and brushed damp black hair from Yoongi’s forehead “You are about to cry.… your drool is soaking the pillow already… pretty thighs are shaking before I’ve even started properly...” His fingertip traced a slow, feather light path along the trembling muscle of Yoongi’s inner thigh “Just say what you need, baby. Use that gorgeous voice of yours...let me hear it and this agony ends now”
“Ohh God…” Yoongi shook his head again .He knew Jin secretly loved the brattiness...loved when he fought and made Jin work for every surrender
Jin sighed and dipped his head and sank his teeth lightly into the tender curve where Yoongi's neck met his shoulder, right beside Yoongi’s scent gland. The spot that one day would carry his permanent mark. Yoongi’s entire body jerked, a choked sob ripped from his throat as a sharp sensation of pleasure and pain sparked down his spine
