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if you really think "toxicity" is someone writing an tyunning fic then maybe someone needs to call the sfw twitter moa crew over here so they'll eat y'all up for even HAVING a nsfw txt community.

pairing: top!soobin bottom!yeonjun genre: smut word count; 1368

soobin’s phone rang endlessly on his nightstand. he was way too tired to pay it any mind but each time the rangs stop they started back up again the next minute. he just wanted to sleep, god he was tired and the company had promised them they’d be able to spend the day to rest. and to make matters worse, yeonjun was sleeping next to him flailing his body and arms everywhere making soobin more uncomfortable than ever. 

soobin reaches his hand to his nightstand and sits up in his bed, staring at yeonjun annoyingly. who was was sleeping soundly after he just rolled over for the fourteenth thousand time. soobin punches his thigh softly, hoping that was enough to wake him up just a little. 

“aye. sit still”. soobin commanded. yeonjun’s eyes shift under his eyelids and his mouth moves but his phone was ringing too loud to actually hear what he was saying. soobin frustratingly snatches the phone and puts it to his ear. 

“hello?”.

“soobin! I’m surprised you’re up this early”. his manager spoke in a sarcastic tone. soobin rolls his eyes. 

“whatever. what is it?”. soobin asks. right at the question of his sentence was yeonjun flipping his body over wildly once again. soobin sneered at him, punching his thigh again. 

“I wanted to talk to you about the next concept really fast”.

soobin rolls his eyes knowing that ‘really fast’ was just there for decoration. he couldn’t turn the conversation down though or else he’d get in trouble as a leader. 

“mmh yeah? what about it?”. soobin said groggily into the phone. his manager started going on and on about something that soobin didn’t care to know enough about because what was it that they could tell him now that they couldn’t have told him yesterday when he was working? soobin nods and adds a couple of ‘mhms’ over the phone to make it seem as though he was listening.

he was starting to doze off before yeonjun almost kicked him in his chest from switching positions again. it pissed soobin off. why couldn’t he sleep like a fucking normal person? he punches him even harder in his thigh trying to get him to stop. 

“so what do you think? do you have an individual vision for yourself?”.

his manager asked and being the question mark at the end of his sentence was yeonjun once again, almost hitting soobin in the face with his hand. getting pretty fed up with his mess soobin snatched him up by the collar of his shirt waking the older up out of his sleep. yeonjun’s eyes pooled with fear. he was completely unaware of what he was doing

“soobin?”. 

“hm yes? do you mind explaining the concept you had in mine again? I didn’t quite get it”. 

the manager sighs and goes into detail much slower this time. soobin takes this time to put the phone on mute before he glares into yeonjun’s eyes angrily. 

“didn’t I tell your ass to stop moving? you almost hit me”.

before yeonjun could answer soobin puts his face to yeonjun’s. 

“do you want me to hit you?”. soobin snarled. yeonjun shook his head frantically and gulps. 

“no I didn’t even know I was hitting you”. 

soobin slowly sits back and releases him letting him fall back onto the bed. yeonjun stares at him with big eyes. he’d never saw soobin that angry before. maybe he was just grumpy because he didn’t get enough sleep. or that the manager was talking his ear off. but either way when yeonjun looked at soobin with his disheveled hair, his graphic t shirt and grey sweat pants that outlined his cock beautifully, it was hard to not be sorry.

soobin takes himself off mute, “hello? yeah I like it it’s just–”. his words were cut short when he felt lips against his inner thigh. he looked beneath him to see yeonjun with his back arched perfectly, leaning his face between his thighs licking and sucking his way to his clothed dick. 

“it’s just I don’t know if that’s the right concept right now”. soobin added trying to control his breathing. yeonjun smiles softly and licks a stripe up his dick making soobin twitch. the manager went on about something else and soobin could barely listen with yeonjun’s plump lips around him. soobin bit his lips and grabs a chunk of yeonjun’s hair. he guides him further upwards making sure yeonjun didn’t miss a spot and yeonjun instantly obeyed him with his hair being pulled dangerously hard. 

soobin pulls down his sweats letting his hardness spring free. he sits on the phone on his shoulder, hoping the cloth of his shirt covered his mic. 

“choke on me”. he demanded in a dark tone. obeying him was yeonjun who wrapped his lips around the tip softly. soobin sucked in a breath through his teeth. 

“soobin? soobin!”.  he could hear his manager call out. with one hand still gripping yeonjun’s hair and he snatches his phone off his shoulder. 

“yes? i’m still here”. soobin pants, staring at yeonjun who was glaring up in his eyes while his dick was going down his throat. ‘fuck’ soobin mouthed with his eyes closed. he tried his hardest to listen to what his manager was saying. 

yeonjun sexily let his saliva pile up at the base before coming back up with wet lips and a lewd pop. “mmm good boy”. soobin groans under his breath. 

“soobin are you listening?”. 

soobin bites his bottom lip, holding back a groan while he replied, “yes”. 

yeonjun goes back down again with his lips slicking him all over. soobin glares down at him in bliss. his lips continuously melt against his cock like nothing soobin had ever felt before. he felt himself start to throb between his lips. he slides his hand down to his arched ass and grips it before letting go. he clutches his hair harder and yeonjun loved every minute of it.

the one time soobin was actively trying to listen to his manager yeonjun was choking and gagging below him. soobin smirked as the older’s eyes watered and his saliva slides down his dick. yeonjun grips it and slides it out of his mouth. soobin thrusts his hips up into his throat again making him gag twice as worse. “yes take my dick down your throat just like that”. soobin hummed low enough for a horny yeonjun to hear.

“and for yeonjun, I was thinking..”. his manager began. and soobin didn’t care too much anyways when he could just ask him to repeat it minutes later. soobin groans under his breath again, sliding himself down yeonjun’s throat with ease. once he finally pulled out yeonjun had tears that stained his cheeks dreadfully and his mouth was a sanctuary of pre-cum. 

he spit all of the contents back onto soobin’s tip and used his hand to jerk him off while he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. the veins in soobin’s neck appeared as he cursed lowly. “I’m about to cum in your mouth”. soobin hisses. to which his manager didn’t hear any of his words  being too wrapped up in whatever he was saying.

“you promise?”. yeonjun whines in the cutest voice. his tongue wandered the slit of soobin throbbing tip. “fuck yes”. soobin breathes biting his lips again and pulling yeonjun’s hair. he felt himself twitching into yeonjun’s mouth. he was drowning in a wave of intensity.

“but alright soobin. I just wanted to tell you my thoughts. have a good rest of the day i’ll check into the dorms later”. soobin sits his head back with his chest heaving. “mhm”. he sounds before hanging up the phone and slamming his phone onto his night stand. he tugs yeonjun’s hair harder watching him sloppily swallow him the best way he knew how. soobin waited for the older to come up for breath. he grips his cheeks and watches his cum dart in the older’s mouth with ease. by the time soobin releases his face yeonjun’s cheeks was sore and his eyes were puffy from his gagging.

cw: incest

һueningkai didn't like yeonjun.

choi yeonjun was an arrogant, ill-tempered asshole who held no sympathy towards anyone.

it wouldn't have bothered the young boy as much as it did if their parents hadn't decided to marry each other, forcing them to become step brothers.

they were obligated to do everything together under the same roof. it was draining, to say the least– and at some point, all the two boys knew how to do was be at each other's throats.

"watch it." yeonjun spat, pushing hueningkai away from him after he'd accidentally brushed shoulders with him, "god, you're fucking blind."

hueningkai made a face. "you bumped into me."

"not my fault you're huge." yeonjun retorted with a snarky tone.

kai scoffed. "sorry i had a growth spurt and you didn't."

yeonjun shot hueningkai a dirty glare, sending shivers down the latter's spine.

there was a slight pause from yeonjun for a bit, before he spoke up after releasing a long, drawn out sigh.

"i can't deal with you anymore. i'm this," he pinched his thumb and index finger together, "close to beating the shit out of you."

"and what do you want me to do about it? our parents liked each other enough to marry. not really something i could've controlled."

yeonjun rolled his eyes, waving his hand around as if to dismiss hueningkai's comment. "i know, dumbass. but what if we could get them to divorce?"

hueningkai's eyes went wide.

"..go on."

"hear me out," yeonjun began, "what else would drive a married couple insane?"

"i don't know– what?"

yeonjun smirked mischievously. "finding out that their step children are fucking each other."

hueningkai blinked slowly.

"..you're insan–"

yeonjun shook his head. "i'm dead serious, hueningkai. they'll have no choice but to at least seperate or something once they catch us having sex."

that was all it took for hueningkai to end up getting bent over on the living room couch, pants pulled down to his ankles as his step brother pounded into him.

"ah– h-hyung!" hueningkai moaned, gripping the couch cushions beneath him till his knuckles were a deathly white, "t-too fast!"

"too bad, baby," yeonjun groaned, feeling kai tighten around his cock, "you gotta be loud– gotta have mom and dad overhear you if we want this to work out.."

yeonjun tightened his grip onto hueningkai's slim waist, pounding into him mercilessly. he was hitting all the right spots, making the young boy see stars as his mouth went slack, lewd noises leaving him with every thrust.

"fuck, you're tight.." yenjun mumbled, biting his lips as hyuka's warm walls throbbed around his dick, "if i knew you felt this good i would've fucked you sooner."

"mmh– sh-shut u– oh!" hueningkai yelped upon feeling yeonjun's hand roughly smack his ass, his loud voice echoing throughout their house.

yenjun halted his thrusts momentarily, overhearing his mom and hueningkai's dad chattering amongst themselves. he could faintly make out the topic they were talking about, hearing a small "did you hear that?".

"i think they're coming– quick, be loud."

hueningkai would've scoffed at the absurdity of yeonjun's request had the older of the two not suddenly pulled him by his hair, quickly proceeding to pound into him till there were tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.

"h-hyung!" hyuka cried out in ecstacy, legs trembling as yeonjun continued to fuck him raw, and before they knew it– there was an ear shattering scream and suddenly yeonjun was immediately being pulled away by hueningkai's father.

the rest was a blur, but the step brothers had gotten what they wanted.

their parents were forced to divorce– they couldn't handle the fact that their sons were doing such.. things.

yeonjun and hueningkai didn't mind, though. their parents' divorce caused for them to grow a need for sex; it quickly became a drug.

i am not here because i want to be, i am here because i had to take a full internet break after receiving some incredibly triggering messages that sparked some trauma and triggered several of my mental health conditions. i am not here because i want to be, i am here for my own health. i don't care if you all block me and leave me be, but you do not own a monopoly on tumblr. i was here posting smut about characters who were under 18 half a decade ago, and nobody complained then, because it was and always has been fiction. it is not child pornography. it is fiction. fucking fiction. if you're so concerned, maybe campaign against pedophilia and actually financially contribute to some anti-cp organisations? or do you only care about the sexualisation of minors when it's your little kpop boys?

anyways, that's all for now,

pairing: kim namjoon x min yoongi x choi yeonjun

tags: male lactation, nipple play, rough sex, caught having sex, blowjobs, threesome, double penetration

word count: 1,590

“Y- Yoongi”

Namjoon lets out several deep, laboured breaths, holding Yoongi’s head close to his body and arching his back with pleasure, sparse moans scattered between his desperate panting. Yoongi’s warm, wet tongue laps at Joon’s nipple, the smaller boy groaning with pleasure as his needy tongue pokes and prods at the sensitive pink nub. Warm milk pools across Yoongi’s tongue, and the boy thirstily laps up the creamy, soft liquid. The smaller boy’s tongue draws more and more of the substance from Namjoon’s left nipple and his teeth nip slightly at the sensitive skin.

With every suckle and nip, Namjoon releases a deeply pleasured moan, and once Yoongi pulls away from his nipple with a smack of his lips, Joon is brightly blushing, cheeks painted with a harsh dusting of pink as he pants and attempts to maintain composure. Yoongi looks inherently slutty. His face is smeared with a mixture of his own saliva and the warm milk pooling on Namjoon’s chest. The runny, sweet, white substance is dripping from Yoongi’s plump, pink lower lip and the liquid drips down his chin and dribbles down his tanned, exposed neck. Namjoon pulls Yoongi closer, and latches on to the soft, exposed skin below the boy’s jawbone. Joon’s lips and tongue work at the pretty, golden brown skin, and as he pulls away, the skin is stained by a visible red mark. Yoongi drags his lips across Namjoon’s skin before he begins to make out with him, and as their lips meet and begin to delicately mouth at each other, Yoongi begins to roll his hips down against Joon’s thigh in order to provide some desperately needed friction against his cock and this pulls a series of whiny, wanton moans from his moist lips.

A shy, pretty smile appears on Yoongi’s face and he pulls his lips away from Namjoon’s, a string of saliva connecting their mouths as he slides, almost snake-like, down Namjoon’s toned, sweaty body until he’s kneeling between Joon’s muscular thighs.

“Can I...” Yoongi smiles, trailing off with a shy, embarrassed chuckle as his face begins to redden.

“Yes?”

“Can I… suck your... dick?”

Namjoon smirks, a mixture of endearment and lust before slipping his basketball shorts off and allowing Yoongi to discard his tight, white underwear. Yoongi almost immediately grabs Namjoon’s cock as it slaps up against his tight stomach and begins to lap at the head. As always, the feeling is incredible. Yoongi’s lips wrap so perfectly around the crown of Joon’s length, beginning to work at the sensitive pink skin as Joon threads his hand in Yoongi’s soft, mint colored hair and begins to thrust his hips up to send his thick manhood deeper into Yoongi’s throat.

~

“Ahhh~Joon!”

Yoongi’s moans and yelps, dispersed between a selection of deeper groans, provide a lewd soundtrack to the scene in Namjoon’s bedroom, and fall on Joon’s ears like honey. Yoongi is on all fours on Namjoon’s bed, slim, pale body completely exposed and marked up by a selection of bruises and bite marks. His body writhes on the bed with every thrust of Namjoon’s hips, and his ass is pushed firmly in the air in order to accommodate every inch of Joon’s large cock. Namjoon groans, looking beneath him at the sight of his tanned length disappearing into Yoongi’s tight, pink asshole, delighting in the way that the smaller boy manages to take every inch of his length.

Joon falls back against the bedsheets, wiping his forehead, pushing his black hair out of his eyes and bringing Yoongi down onto his lap. Equally needy, Yoongi begins to bounce up and down on Namjoon’s manhood. He almost glows as he takes every single movement that Joon provides to him, as if he were made solely for the task of pleasing Namjoon. It’s hard to believe, that the previously quick-witted, hard headed rapper can be so easily reduced to such a whore with only a taste of the milk that leaks from Namjoon’s nipples and a few encouraging words. The sight is incredibly pretty, and with Yoongi’s head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth hanging open, eyes wide and bright with pleasure, Namjoon can’t help but slow his thrusts to take a more loving moment to appreciate Yoongi’s beauty. He looks ethereal, almost angelic.

However, it doesn't take long for Namjoon to grip Yoongi by the shoulders and press him down into the bed, pressing his face into his pillow as he feels his large balls slapping against Yoongi's pert, pretty ass, using the boy as nothing but a cocksleeve. Yoongi's moans continue as Joon muffles them with his pillow, if anything only getting more and more desperate. The sounds of Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s grunts and moans, the slapping of Namjoon’s thighs against Yoongi’s plump ass cheeks and the squeaking of the bed springs underneath the boys’ sweaty figures is too loud for the few-inch-wide door to contain, and the two boys are almost entirely unaware of how loud they’re being. That is, until they’re interrupted.

"N- Namjoon~hyung, Yoongi~hyung" Yeonjun stutters, beginning to blush as his eyes fall upon the incredibly lewd, sweaty scene in front of him.

~

Sweat trickles down Yeonjun's forehead as he clambers onto the bed between Namjoon's spread thighs, inches away from Yoongi's ass as he begins to lap at Namjoon's dick, tongue slipping inside of Yoongi as the older boy fucks up into Yoongi's pretty, warm hole. It's awe-inspiring, being able to interact with your senior label mates in this way, and whilst it took a few minutes for Joon and Yoongi to convince Yeonjun to join them, in reality he wanted nothing more. His warm tongue follows the deep blue veins mapping Namjoon's entire length, licking up the precum and saliva coating his tanned cock and dipping his tongue slightly past Yoongi's rim, earning the occasional loud yelp and gasp. Namjoon flips Yoongi over, once again pressing him down into his blankets. His cock manages to press much deeper in this position, and Yoongi's louder desperate, whorish moans reflect this.

As he flips the smaller boy over, Namjoon inadvertently reveals his erect, pink nipples to Yeonjun who takes an immediate interest in them. Slightly nervous yet overpowered by the strong smell of sex and sweat, Yeonjun leans forward and takes Namjoon's needy nipple between his lips. As Joon repeatedly slams his cock in and out of Yoongi's tight asshole, Yeonjun begins to suckle on his hyung's nipple. Yeonjun moans as he feels the sweet milk beginning to fill his mouth, eyes widening as he desperately attempts to gulp it all down. However, some trickles from the corners of his mouth and begins to run down his chin as he attempts to swallow it all. Yoongi's hand reaches across to grind against Yeonjun's bulge as the boy attempts to gulp down as much of the milk from Namjoon's nipple as possible.

Licking his lips with a satisfied hum, Yeonjun releases Joon's nipple and takes a seat at the head of the bed, crotch just inches from Yoongi's face. Yoongi immediately nuzzles his face into Yeonjun's crotch, mouthing at the coarse fabric as his nose presses directly against Yeonjun's bulge. Yeonjun's blush intensifies at the older boy's slutty, forward move but doesn't complain as every moan sends vibrations down his length and adds to the pleasure pooling in his lower stomach. Soon enough, Yoongi pulls Yeonjun's jeans down to his ankles and fishes his hard, twitching cock out of his underwear. Yoongi immediately begins to lick and suck at Yeonjun's length like a lollipop, swirling his tongue around the tip before planting several kiss-like sucks to the shaft. Yeonjun's sensitive, overwhelmed and overstimulated, so the deep moans pouring from his lips only fuel Yoongi's desire to make him cum even more.

Namjoon cums first. It's explosive, his cock slipping out of Yoongi's slippery hole at the moment he reaches his climax, tanned manhood twitching and painting Yoongi's soft, smooth back with several thick ropes of cum. Yoongi groans around Yeonjun's dick as he feels his hyung's load covering his back and dripping down into his ass crack. Namjoon grips his dick and smears it through the mess, dragging it down Yoongi's back before sliding the tip into his asshole. Joon slides two of his fingers inside of Yoongi, coated and lubricated by his own cum, and it provides just enough pleasure to push Yoongi over the edge. With yet another series of desperate, muffled moans, Yoongi's slim waist presses against the bedsheets as his pretty, veiny dick begins to coat the polyester sheets with cum.

want

soobin's