Baby_Atiny

2002 (23) ♊️ Baby Atiny Spicy content MDNI

[baby-atiny]

Hiii!

I really love your Minjoong smutshots. Would it be okay if I translated them into my language? I will of course give you full credit.

Hiii!

I’m so glad you like them! Go ahead and translate them, feel free to translate any of the stuff I’ve written 😊

[baby-atiny]

Hongjoong in a skirt

He got me feeling holy 🥵

The things I would let him do. Like actually step on me.

That is all.

[baby-atiny]

Hear me out

Take him down

MotherHwa X BrattyJoong.

Everyone else sees the fierce Captain, never to be defied and always in charge. Seonghwa just sees a brat who needs to be taken down a peg or two.

Hongjoong is always in charge, always in control and never defied. The other members look up to him for guidance and never want to incur his wrath, all except Seonghwa.

With a new comeback on the horizon Hongjoong is feeling all the stress and pressure of being the Captain. He is irritable and quick to snap at the others over anything and everything. Everyone understands of course, the new comeback is stressful for all of them but none as much as Hongjoong.

Seonghwa can see the stress building in him, can feel the anxiety, he knows he isn’t sleeping well and he definitely isn’t eating as much as he should be. He’s willing to give his behaviour some leeway but the snapping is becoming too much. Everyone else may see the fierce Captain but Seonghwa knows him better than that. Seonghwa sees the brat that just needs taking down and although he would never admit it, Hongjoong knows it as well.

A/N: Oh my god I can’t get this out of my head. Please let me know what you think, it’s only a concept but comment if you want a full version. Let me know your thoughts.

[baby-atiny]

Hear me out

Ateez mafia family

A/N: Was watching the last supper performance and couldn’t get this out of my head. It’s just my opinion.

Hongjoong - The Head

Hongjoong is the head of the family and his word is law. A little on the crazy side and sadistically intelligent. Coming for his family is the last thing you’ll do.

Seonghwa - Mother/ Right Hand

Seonghwa is affectionately known as the mother of the family but is definitely not one to be fucked with. He is right hand of the head and the only one with any control over him. Protective of the family in his own right, calm and collected, will destroy anyone in his path before they realise they’ve been ruined.

Yunho - The Heir

Yunho is the eldest son of the family and the heir. He is calm and composed, primed to take over the family. He has the most responsibility out of all the sons and takes his role as heir seriously.

Yeosang - Second in Line

Yeosang is second in line and has almost as much responsibility as Yunho. A quieter member of the family but still feared by their enemies, often seen more by the public.

San - Money Man

San is in charge of all the finances and investments the family makes. Good with numbers and quick to solve any problems regarding the finances. He doesn’t get his hands dirty often but has no problem sending in the enforcement.

Mingi - PlayBoy

Mingi is far enough down the chain of succession to enjoy the perks without the responsibility. A different partner every week (girl or guy he doesn’t care), he gets what he wants and drops them just as fast. Money is no object to him, he loves all the debauchery it can buy.

Wooyoung - The Wildcard

Wooyoung is the wildcard of the family, the one sent in when shit goes down. He loves getting his hands dirty and usually causes more mess than he cleans up. The family gave up trying to keep a leash on him, now they use him for their benefit.

Jongho - The Youngest

Jongho may be the youngest but he can handle himself. The family are fiercely protective of him and mostly keep him away from the dirty dealings. Seen the most by the public he is considered the most “normal” of the family, they would be wrong.

A/N: Again these are just my thoughts, let me know what you think.

[baby-atiny]

Best Behaviour Pt2

Mingi x Y/N x Hongjoong

Since you and Mingi began your relationship he has been desperate to introduce you to Hongjoong. The older man had such an impact on his life both as a mentor and as his Dom, he respected him deeply. You were eager to meet the mysterious man your boyfriend spoke so highly of but up until recently Mingi had assured you that you weren’t ready.

Now Mingi says you’re as ready as you’ll ever be but reminds you to be on your best behaviour, Hongjoong is a lot stricter than he is.

Warnings: Dom!Hongjoong, Switch!Mingi, Sub!Y/N, HardDom!Hongjoong, Mean!Hongjoong, D/S dynamics, name calling (pet, doll, sir), oral ( f receiving), mxm, unprotected sex, fingering, probably stuff I missed.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent Hongjoong or Mingi at all.

MDNI

Part 2 of Best Behaviour

The entire room seemed to hold its breath, Hongjoong’s tone hardened, “Kneel.”

Mingi immediately rose from where he sat on the sofa, almost without thinking, and approached Hongjoong. The older man said nothing, just pointed to the space between his feet and waited. You watched in awe as your usually dominant boyfriend gracefully lowered himself to his knees and placed his hands palm up on his thighs. Hongjoong looked him up and down briefly before sighing, his hand reaching into Mingi’s hair and giving it a sharp tug forcing him to meet his gaze. “It’s obviously been too long since I’ve had you on your knees if you think that is acceptable,” his tone stern, “back straight and knees apart.” Instantly Mingi adjusted his posture, spine straight, shoulders back and knees shoulder width apart. Hongjoong’s hummed his approval before loosening his grip on his hair, soothing the sting with gentle caresses. “That’s much better pet, you just needed a reminder,” his voice became almost condescending, “such silly ideas thinking you’re in charge, big dumb boys are much better of on their knees.” You watched as a shiver made its way down the length of Mingi’s spine, his eyes glazing over and his breath hitching.

You subtly adjust your own posture, trying to mimic your boyfriend and ignore the growing wetness between your legs. Hongjoong’s eyes trailed over you, the look feeling like a physical touch, before his lips twitched up into a smirk. “Such a fast learner, come sit next to Mingi doll,” any hint of the condescension aimed at the other man gone from his voice. You quickly moved beside your boyfriend, making sure your posture was good before meeting the older man’s gaze. “What a pretty pair you make on your knees for me,” the hand in Mingi’s hair never stopping its movements, “I’d love to play with you both, would you like that doll?” This time it was your breath that hitched, your body heating with your growing need. “Yes Sir, please,” you replied breathily, your voice still sounding too loud in the quiet room. Hongjoong’s smirk only grew, pleased with your response, before turning to look at the man between his feet, “What about you pet? What’s your colour?” Mingi looked up at him, certain of his answer, “green Hyung, so green.” Hongjoong huffed out a laugh, “always so eager, so needy. Strip then, let me see you.”

Mingi moved first, his actions like muscle memory. First pulling off the jumper he was wearing over his head, revealing his broad chest and shoulder, before standing gracefully to unbutton and take off his jeans. The large bulge in his boxers was obvious and watching him undress at the command of the older man was making wetness soak your own underwear. Finally he slid his boxers down his toned legs, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach, before dropping back to his knees. Hongjoong looked to you next expectantly and you realised you hadn’t moved at all. You pulled the fitted top over your head, revealing your perky tits and lacy bra before standing on shaky legs to remove your jeans next. You slowly trailed your hands up your stomach to your breasts, squeezing them slightly before your bra joined the pile of clothes on the floor. Finally you dragged your matching panties down your legs, the wet spot from your arousal obvious, before sinking back to your knees. You felt Hongjoong’s gaze trail over you before he spoke in a low voice, “come here doll.” You stood and moved closer, his hands coming around your waist to guide you to sit on his lap, your back to his chest, your legs spread over his. His hands trailed over your body, from your waist up to your tits. Squeezing and kneading gently before his fingers met the hard peaks of your nipples. You couldn’t stop the low moan bubbling up as he caressed and rubbed them softly. “So pretty and sensitive, could just play with you like this for hours,” his breath ghosted over your neck as he spoke. Mingi whined desperately drawing both your attention back to him. He had a perfect view of what Hongjoong was doing to you and the effect it was having on your dripping pussy. Hongjoong’s hands never stopped their exploration as he tutted, “always so desperate pet, only good boys get rewards.” You watched the deep flush travel from Mingi’s cheeks and down to his chest, his cock leaking a steady stream of pre cum against his stomach.

One of Hongjoong’s hands began travelling lower, searing a path down from your breast, across your stomach and teasing your aching pussy. “So wet already doll and I’ve barely touched you,” he spoke in between kisses against the side of your neck, “is this what you want?” His skilled fingers began circling your sensitive clit, dragging a loud moan from your throat and causing your hips to buck. His other hand came down to your hip, steadying you against him. You could feel his hard cock through his trousers against your back and you struggled between grinding against it or bucking into the hand between your legs. “Sit still doll,” his voice soothing but with the undertone of a command. It took all your restraint to keep your hips still as he trailed his fingers lower from your clit to your entrance, before plunging two deep into you. You let out a strangled moan, head thrown back against his strong shoulder as his fingers began pumping inside you, immediately finding the spot that made your eyes roll back. It wasn’t long before you felt the heat pooling in your stomach and your muscles clenching around his fingers. “Please sir,” you gasped out between moans, “please can I cum?” Hongjoong’s fingers never stopped moving inside you, almost punishingly before commanding “cum.” As soon as you registered the command you shattered around his fingers, moaning loud and muscles spasming before collapsing against his chest.

You were still gasping for breath, trying to calm your racing heart, as he removed his fingers from you. His other hand still on your hip, now rubbing soothing patterns as you came down from your high. You could see the evidence of your arousal coating his fingers as he held them out in front of Mingi’s face. It was then that you noticed the effect your display had on your boyfriend, his chest was heaving as he breathed raggedly, his pupils blown and focused entirely on the mess covering Hongjoong’s fingers. “She’s so pretty when she falls apart isn’t she,” the older man’s voice low as he addressed him, “go on, have a taste.” You watched breathlessly as Mingi leaned forward slightly to take his fingers into his mouth, his plump lips wrapping around the digits. His cheeks hollowed as he licked and sucked, desperate for the taste of you off his Hyungs fingers. He whimpered as Hongjoong withdrew his hand, bringing it back to rest against your hip as he trailed lazy kisses across your neck and shoulder. “He’s been so good hasn’t he doll,” he spoke lowly, just loud enough for the other man to hear, “I think he deserves his reward.” Mingi’s eyes lit up, desperate for any attention to relieve his aching cock. The older man manoeuvred you gently to the floor beside your boyfriend again before standing himself. Your eyes followed his movements as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest before removing it completely and draping it over the arm on the chair. His trousers followed next, exposing his toned legs and the bulge of his hard cock in his boxers. Finally he dragged them off his hips, tortuously slowly. His cock stood hard against his toned stomach, his hand coming up to stroke himself in front of you both unashamed.

He turned to Mingi first, addressing him in that low command that sent a shiver down both your spines, “why don’t you put that mouth to good use while I use your ass hmm.” Almost comically fast, your boyfriend turned to you, large hands encompassing your hips as he pulled you towards him. His head dipped down, his back arched beautifully, as he left a trail of kisses down your stomach towards your centre. You were lost in the feeling of his mouth against you until a keening whine left his throat drawing your attention back to the cause. Hongjoong kneeling behind him, one spit slick finger deep inside him, stretching his hole for his cock. The sight alone could have brought you over the edge. Your giant of a boyfriend, back arched, hips rocking back against the fingers of the smaller man. Mingi desperately tried to keep his focus on you as the older man stretched him with brutal efficiency. It wasn’t until Hongjoong removed his fingers that he felt like he could breathe properly again. He doubled his efforts on you, tongue flicking against your clit making your legs shake before dipping lower into your core. He had gotten himself so lost in you, in your taste and your breathy moans, that he didn’t notice the older man lining his cock up at his entrance. The sudden stretch of his cock filling him dragged a ragged moan from his chest, not stopping until the older man had bottomed out inside him. Hongjoong paused for a moment allowing him to catch his breath before pulling out almost all the way and pounding back in. All thoughts had left Mingi’s head, only able to focus on the almost painful pleasure of Hongjoong’s cock nudging his prostate with every thrust. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and both men’s moans.

Mingi’s forehead was pressed against your hip, his previous task completely forgotten until Hongjoong reached a hand into his hair tugging sharply. His voice firm “you don’t get to cum until she does,” making the younger man focus his efforts once again. His mouth against your pussy was almost brutal as he sucked and licked your clit, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your legs were shaking by his head, unable to contain your moans and cries of pleasure. It wasn’t long before you started to feel the heat building low in your stomach. Your own voice hoarse as you pleaded, “so good, ‘m so close, please can I cum?” Hongjoong’s eyes met yours over your boyfriend, still driving his cock deep into him as he grunted out, “cum doll, cum on his face.” You exploded with a wail of both their names, legs shaking and back arching. It wasn’t until you were over sensitive that Mingi finally withdrew his face, immediately babbling, “please Hyung, please let me cum, please, need it so bad.” Hongjoong’s voice took on that condescending tone as he replied, “you can cum pet, cum just from me filling your needy hole.” As soon as the words left him, Mingi was moaning out his own release, cumming completely untouched onto the floor. Even as the younger man collapsed against you, Hongjoong’s pace didn’t falter, only growing faster as he chased his own release. It only took a few more thrusts and he was groaning as he spilled himself into the tight heat of Mingi’s ass.

You all stayed like that for a few moments, unmoving as you tried to catch your breath and control your racing hearts. It was Hongjoong that moved first, pulling out gently and rubbing soothing patterns across Mingi’s spine. You barely registered as your boyfriend directed him to the bathroom for washcloths. It wasn’t until you felt gentle hands cleaning you up that your mind refocused. Hongjoong was careful as he cleaned you, aware of your over sensitive skin, then sitting you up and handing you a glass of water before moving to do the same for you fucked out boyfriend. Once you were all cleaner and settled you sat in comfortable silence, leaning against each other on the floor. It was Hongjoong that broke the silence, his voice light, any edge of command long gone “next time you need a reminder, just ask.”

A/N: Holy shit. This is not proof read at all and was finished at 5am so if you spot any mistakes, no you didn’t. Let me know what you think.

[baby-atiny]

Best Behaviour

Mingi x Y/N x Hongjoong

Since you and Mingi began your relationship he has been desperate to introduce you to Hongjoong. The older man had such an impact on his life both as a mentor and as his Dom, he respected him deeply. You were eager to meet the mysterious man your boyfriend spoke so highly of but up until recently Mingi had assured you that you weren’t ready.

Now Mingi says you’re as ready as you’ll ever be but reminds you to be on your best behaviour, Hongjoong is a lot stricter than he is.

Warnings: Dom!Hongjoong, Switch!Mingi, Sub!Y/N, HardDom!Hongjoong, Mean!Hongjoong, D/S dynamics, probably stuff I missed.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent Hongjoong or Mingi at all.

MDNI

A/N: Not sure about this one, let me know if you want a full length version

You were on edge, nervous energy bubbling inside you making it impossible to stay still. You had been frantically cleaning the already clean house all morning while Mingi tried reassuring you that everything was fine and you were ready. You didn’t feel ready.

Throughout the course of your relationship Mingi had often spoken about his Ex Dom Hongjoong. He had explained to you that before meeting you he had been his Sub and Hongjoong had taught him everything he knew about being a Dom, he deeply respected and admired the older man. After mutually ending the relationship they had stayed in touch, both as friends and as a sort of mentor, someone Mingi felt he could turn to for advice about anything and everything. Mingi had often expressed how he would love for you to meet him one day, you were both such vital people in his life, but that you weren’t ready. When you asked what he meant he only said that Hongjoong was stricter than he was. On occasion you would ask him if you were finally ready but each time he would reply not yet, until last week after a particularly intense scene he said “I think you’re ready to meet him, if you still want?” You agreed immediately, excited to finally meet the man your boyfriend spoke so highly of. Mingi called him and arranged it the next day, inviting him over to the house to catch up and meet you.

You spent the entire week jumping from excited to nervous at the drop of a hat. You were excited to meet the man that meant so much to your boyfriend and you knew he was excited as well, but at the same time you were nervous. You didn’t know what to expect from the older man, Mingi’s warning of his strictness ringing in your mind. As the week went on, your nerves were harder and harder to ignore. You often found yourself running through every rule and expectation Mingi had ever taught you, reminding yourself how to kneel properly and speak respectfully. Whenever Mingi noticed your nervous energy he would reassure you that you were ready and that there was nothing to worry about but the nerves still lingered.

Now the day was here and Hongjoong was going to arrive any minute. You were pacing in the kitchen when Mingi caught you in a tight hug. Immediately you felt some of the nervous energy dissipate and your muscles relax, leaning into his broad chest and letting him run soothing hands down your back. “You’ll be fine, he’s going to love you, I’m sure of it,” his tone calm and reassuring, “just remember, best behaviour.” You stood there for a few minutes just enjoying his embrace, breathing in the soothing scent that was entirely Mingi. The sudden firm knock on the door making you jump and pull away, Mingi placing a loving kiss to the top of your head before going to open the door.

You stayed rooted in the kitchen as you heard the door open and your boyfriend’s cheerful voice saying “Hongjoong-Hyung,” in greeting. It wasn’t until you registered the door closing and the muffled voices of the two men walking into the living room that you seemed to unfreeze. As you entered the living room your eyes were immediately drawn to the man sat in the armchair across from your boyfriend. Even sitting his presence commanded attention. He was wearing a simple black button up with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and black trousers, but it was his eyes that drew your attention. When he looked at you, you felt it like a physical touch, calculating and assessing. When he spoke you had to suppress the shiver his voice sent through you, “You must be Y/N, Mingi has told me so much about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You stood for a moment trying to gather your thoughts before you were able to reply, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Sir, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You watched the smirk form on his face, his eyes flicking over to Mingi on the sofa across from him. “All good things I hope,” his tone only just on the side of teasing. “Of course Hyung, all good things,” your boyfriend rushed to reply, only when the older man seemed satisfied did he turn to you, “come and kneel baby.” His tone carried a soft authority that you found yourself responding to without needing to think. You dropped to your knees beside his legs, immediately leaning your head against his muscular thigh. You felt all the tension leave your body as your shoulders sagged and you relaxed into him.

Across the room you heard Hongjoong tut softly before he spoke, his tone almost disappointed, “She has so much potential and yet her form is sloppy.” Your entire body immediately tensed feeling his disapproval settle in your stomach like lead. He carried on “But that’s not her fault is it? You should know better Mingi, or should I remind you?” It was phrased like a question but his tone left no room for argument, you felt Mingi tense in anticipation. “Is that what you really needed pet, a reminder?” The entire room seemed to hold its breath, Hongjoong’s tone hardened, “Kneel.”

A/N: Not sure about this one, definitely not my best. Let me know what you think and if I should carry it on.

[baby-atiny]

Real talk for a hot minute.

I have only been an Atiny for a little while (like a couple of months max) but they already mean so much to me.

I see videos from pre debut and I wish I was there, I wish I had followed their journey. I’m so proud of how far they’ve come and what they’ve achieved. Them and their music is my happy place and I’m so grateful that I found them.

I can’t wait to see what happens next.

🩷

[baby-atiny]

Mingi looks that live rent free

Honestly these looks live rent free in my mind at all times.

The thoughts are unholy

The shirt plus the glasses. I’m dead.

The hat. That’s all. Save a horse

This fit haunts me. His shoulders and slutty waist!?!? I’m the closest to heaven I’ll ever get when I see this fit.

The things I’d let him do. The cross does something to me.

Again with the shoulders to waist ratio. I want his waist between my thighs respectfully.

I just want him to explain this to me. That’s all.

The shirt is unholy. They didn’t even try to put buttons on it.

THE SHOULDERS TO WAIST RATIO

Just yes please respectfully.

[baby-atiny]

Know your place

Hongjoong x Mingi

Mingi loves being on stage, putting on a show for Atiny and the adrenaline rush that comes with it. Every once in a while he comes off stage still feeling that high, feeling a little wild and very bold.

On those occasions, Hongjoong takes notice. Thinks maybe Mingi is getting a bit too bold, thinks it might be time to remind him of his place. Hongjoong doesn’t mind reminding him though, he is the Captain for a reason.

Warnings: Dom!Hongjoong, Sub!Mingi, Mean!Hongjoong, nam calling, edging, overstimulation, cum (that’s all I have to say), probably more I missed, not proof read.

MeanDom!Hongjoong does something to me

MDNI

The show had been amazing. Everything had gone perfectly and Atiny had been LOUD. Mingi was still riding the adrenaline high as he bounced backstage, nothing made him feel as good.

Yunho was the first victim of Mingi’s energy. He had been chugging a bottle of water when Mingi came up behind him and started shaking him by the shoulders, shouting random lyrics. He only stopped when Yunho doubled over, choking on the water he had inhaled.

San was next. He had collapsed on a nearby sofa, stretching out and closing his eyes for a moment to catch his breath, when Mingi jumped on him. San shoved him off and onto the floor, gasping as Mingi had managed to elbow him in the chest. Mingi didn’t stay down for long.

The final straw was when Mingi approached Seonghwa. He had been getting changed for send off when Mingi struck, taking his clothes and hiding them on the highest shelf he could find. Although their height difference wasn’t much, it was enough that retrieving his clothes would be a struggle.

Hongjoong had been watching everything. He had seen the way Yunho had looked to him after he finished coughing. He had seen the way San had rubbed his chest, wincing slightly at the bruised feeling. He’d seen the pointed look Seonghwa sent his way, the look that said “You need to sort this out.” Hongjoong looked towards Mingi, who was still laughing and bouncing around, as he headed towards Wooyoung. Before he could reach his next victim, Hongjoong grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to the side, backing him into a wall. As Mingi tried to move away, Hongjoong gave him a firm shove to the chest keeping his hand there and keeping him against the wall. “That’s enough,” he said, voice low and commanding. “You’ve had your fun, now you need to cool off.”

Mingi thought it was funny, still too high on the adrenaline to truly hear the command in the captains tone. He laughed a little, “It’s only a bit of fun Joong, we had a great show, lighten up.” He went to move away again, only finding Hongjoong’s hand still on his chest preventing him from moving. Hongjoong was looking at him darkly, an expression that would usually make the younger man fall in line, right now it only made him grin. “Joongie you’re so cute, our tiny captain trying to be scary,” the entire room fell silent. Every person holding their breath, waiting to see how Hongjoong would react. It was at that moment that Mingi truly realised the situation he was in and what he had just said. He watched the captains eyes darken and that signature smirk form, watched as Hongjoong shook his head. Mingi started to apologise, to try to undo the damage, Hongjoong just brought a finger to his own lips and silenced him. “You wanted to act big, now you face the consequences,” Hongjoong told him lowly, his voice holding an edge of danger. Mingi knew better than to argue, he had really done it this time. It wasn’t the first time he had wound the captain up but he was pretty sure this was the furthest he’d pushed.

As they went to speak to Atiny at send off, Hongjoong kept Mingi firmly by his side. The entire time, Mingi barely strayed more than a few steps away and even as they left to drive back to the hotel Hongjoong ensured that he was next to him in the car. Once at the hotel the others began discussing plans to celebrate but when they asked Mingi if he would be coming it was Hongjoong that replied, “I think we’ll just stay here, you have fun though.”

Once alone Mingi stood frozen by the door, watching as Hongjoong rolled up the sleeves on the shirt he was wearing and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, Joongie,” he started pleadingly but was cut off by Hongjoong turning to look at him sharply. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to,” the warning was clear in his voice, the calm tone he used with the others now nowhere to be seen. “I’m sorry Hyung,” Mingi tried again. Hongjoong walked to him slowly, it was only once they were so close they were almost touching that he spoke, “I think you’ve spoken enough don’t you? I don’t want to hear you speak again unless it’s to safeword.” Mingi could barely breathe, even though he was taller than the other man he had never felt smaller. Hongjoong took a few steps away going to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows on his spread legs. “Strip and kneel here,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument, pointing to the space on the floor between his feet. Mingi stripped quickly, leaving his clothes in a neat pile on the chair, before coming to kneel where the older man had pointed.

Hongjoong took him in, the way his muscular thighs flexed as he adjusted slightly, his already hard cock against his toned stomach and his head bowed staring at the floor. He reached a hand into Mingi’s hair and gave it a sharp tug, forcing him to meet his eyes before speaking again, “This is where you belong, on your knees below me. The next time you even think,” he gave another sharp tug, emphasising his point, “about disrespecting me, especially in front of the others, I want you to remember this.” He watched the way his throat bobbed and the way he winced at the hold on his hair. Once satisfied that Mingi had gotten the message he let go, “On the bed, hands above your head.”

Mingi moved quickly, lying on his back on the bed with his hands above his head. He watched as Hongjoong moved around the room gathering various items he couldn’t see before coming back and standing beside the bed. Hongjoong unbuckled his belt and took it off, wrapping it tightly around Mingi’s wrists before kneeling between his legs. He ran his hands up his legs, feeling the muscles twitch at the contact, one hand coming to rest on his hip as the other gripped his hard cock. He started moving his hand up and down his cock slowly, focusing on the tip that was already steadily dripping pre cum before moving back down to the base and repeating the motion. Mingi’s hips bucked trying to fuck up into his hand but Hongjoong held him firmly against the bed and sent him a sharp look. He continued his movements never speeding up, stroking him at an almost painfully slow pace, as Mingi gasped and whined at the stimulation. Mingi could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, every muscle tensing and his eyes closing as his head tipped back. Hongjoong pulled his hands away, removing all stimulation just as he was about to explode. Mingi’s eyes snapped open to look at him pleadingly and his hips jerked and bucked looking for any friction. Hongjoong watched him, eyes dark and smirking “Keep your eyes on me, you don’t cum unless I let you.”

This went on for what felt like hours. Hongjoong would stroke him, giving him just enough stimulation to build him up slowly, before stopping just as he was about to cum. The smirk never left his face as he cooed and offered mock sympathy, “Were you close?” By the fifth time, Mingi was a whining mess, tears lining his eyes and lips swollen from biting them. His hips bucked as Hongjoong gripped his cock at the base again, “Tell me what you want, if you beg nicely I might give it to you.” Mingi gasped as he started moving his hand again, the pre cum constantly leaking from his cock making the movement smooth. “Please Hyung,” he whined, “I need it so bad, I can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry, I’ll never disrespect you again. Please just let me cum, I swear I’ll be good.” As soon as the words left his mouth Hongjoong’s hand on his cock sped up to an almost brutal pace. Jerking him fast and rough, the stimulation making Mingi moan loud and the tears to stream down his cheeks. “Cum,” he commanded and as soon as he had permission Mingi exploded with a cry but Hongjoong’s hand didn’t stop.

The pleasure soon became too much, Mingi’s moans morphed into whines as he tried to squirm away from the overstimulation. Hongjoong held his hip steady as he continued to jerk his cock punishingly, never stopping. “Please Hyung, it’s too much, too sensitive,” Mingi begged between gasps. He could feel another orgasm building through the sensitivity. “You wanted to cum, we’re not done until I say we are,” Hongjoong replied as Mingi exploded for a second time, his release coating his stomach and chest. He pulled his hand away looking at the mess before leaning forward and smearing it across the younger man’s face. “You’re such a mess Mingi, I guess I shouldn’t expect anything else from such a brat,” he said condescendingly before reaching beside him for something on the bed. Mingi heard the buzz of the vibrator only a second before he felt it against the sensitive head of his cock. The sensation was too much and he was too sensitive from cumming twice already, he threw his head back crying out as the tears started streaming down his face in earnest. Hongjoong held him steady as he desperately tried to get away from the overstimulation, keeping the vibrator firmly against his cock. His next orgasm ripped through him suddenly making him scream out and jerk wildly as his cock jumped but barely released anything. Hongjoong’s smirk grew as he watched Mingi cry and cum dry. He kept the vibrator steady again as Mingi whimpered and cried “Just one more, you can do it.” Mingi shook and sobbed as the stimulation forced his strung out body to cum again completely dry.

Finally, Hongjoong turned the vibrator off and moved it away from Mingi’s sensitive cock, putting it aside to be cleaned later. He reached up and carefully untied his wrists, massaging the tender skin and muscles before gently moving his arms down to his sides. Hongjoong gathered the sobbing younger man in his arms holding him close, “It’s okay, we’re done. You were so good, such a good boy for me.” Mingi sobbed into his chest for a few minutes before his breaths slowed and his tears dried. Hongjoong leaned over and picked up the water from the bedside table, opening it and helping Mingi drink while rubbing his back and arms, soothing the tense muscles. After a little while, Hongjoong swung his legs off of the bed and helped Mingi to his feet, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he muttered softly as he guided him to the bathroom.

A.N: Oh my god this is feral, I may have got carried away. Let me know what you think in the comments

[baby-atiny]

Ateez moments that changed my brain chemistry

Changed who I am as a person I swear

[baby-atiny]

Minjoong Concept

Mingi loves being on stage, putting on a show for Atiny and the adrenaline rush that comes with it. Every once in a while he comes off stage still feeling that high, feeling a little wild and very bold.

On those occasions, Hongjoong takes notice. Thinks maybe Mingi is getting a bit too bold, thinks it might be time to remind him of his place. Hongjoong doesn’t mind reminding him though, he is the Captain for a reason.

Let me know what you think, should I write it?

[baby-atiny]

MATZ APPRECIATION

The things I’d let them do 🥵

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Should I?

Masterlist

❥Kim Hongjoong x Jeong Yunho x Song Mingi x fem reader

➯a/n: a personal and reader favorite <33

(>ᴗ•)genre: straight up smut (and some fluff)

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: poly relationship, amateur p0rn star au, more descriptive content warnings in each chapter

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Cash, Grass, or Ass? (Nobody Rides For Free) - Hongjoong focused (NEW!)

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

"Suck It And See." ❥Kim Hongjoong x Song Mingi x fem reader

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: sado- (mingi+joong) -masochism (reader), smoking an unidentified substance, putting a joint out on readers skin, deg + praise double whammy, thigh kissing, cunniligus + fingering, fucked up people in love <3

"What's in it?" You make the mistake of asking as Mingi holds the joint to your lips. It earns you a bite to your inner thigh, courtesy of Hongjoong; who lays between them casually licking at your cunt. Telling you without words that you know better than to question them.

"Suck it and see," Mingi hums lowly, so you open up your lips and take it, easing his glare just a bit. "That's better. That's a good brainless doll." He almost coos. Almost. As he lays down and snuggles to your side, shoving your shirt up and groping at your chest as you take a few puffs. "Don't be greedy," he says with a pinch to your side, making you squeak and immediately hold it out for him. You cup your hand under it as you hold it between his lips, shivering from the way Hongjoong drags his tongue through your folds without hurry — without care of making you feel good. He's just doing it to taste you, to tease you.

The ash falls into your cupped palm, but you know better than to jump or blow it away. It's starting to hit you — it's definitely weed. They love to make you guess what kind of strain they'd made you smoke. Sometimes they do different herbs. But you can never tell. You're always too fuzzy headed, be it from the drugs or their treatment of you. When Mingi lays back down, you pass the joint to Hongjoong. He only pulls away from your cunt enough to fit the joint into his lips, his fingers continuing their slow torment of your insides. Mingi takes your cupped hand and brings it to your chest, smearing you with ash. He doesn't even have to say anything, the act in of itself is degrading you.

When Hongjoong is done, he looks up at you and watches your face intently as he presses the smoldering joint into your thigh. The way your eyebrows twitch as your brain catches up to the sudden pain before your lip trembles with a whimper, your cunt twitching around his digits. And they laugh at you. Mingi pats your cheek, "cute little pain slut~" Hongjoong tosses the butt of the joint haphazardly and leans down, blowing on the irritated skin and making you writhe a bit before Mingi hooks his leg over your hip and holds you down; biting at your earlobe and moaning quietly as he soaks in your small whines. "You done?" He asks.

"Yes, sir. T-thank you, sir." Your obedient words are rewarded with Hongjoongs fingers slowly curling inside of you, his soft lips pressing against the new mark on your thigh; placed amongst an array of older ones. Almost apologetic, but also not in the slightest because —

"Have to mark up our pretty doll so she knows her place~"

♡masterlist + navigation !♡

[mingislildevil]

call me sick cause i find this extremely attractive

[m4rshwa]

Day 4: Age Gap (Minjoong)

2k words -> top hongjoong, bottom mingi

It was never meant to become a recurring thing. Mingi came to see Hongjoong one time after hours. He needed help on a paper, so he went for tutoring. Only, when he walked into Hongjoong’s office, he couldn’t help but notice how painfully attractive Hongjoong was when he wasn’t teaching. That first day he’d walked into his office, he immediately noticed that Hongjoong had taken off his vest and tie, his usually neat button up open at the top, showing a part of his chest that he usually kept covered. His sleeves had been rolled up just past his elbows, leaving his forearms to be exposed. His hair was slightly messier than it usually was in class, a mix of a few grey and brown strands falling across his forehead. Mingi’s mouth went dry at the sight. He was used to seeing Hongjoong only during class, when he was neatly put together, his clothes perfectly clean and ironed, his tie in a flawless windsor knot around his neck. And on top of that, he always wore either a vest or a jacket, giving an elevated look to his everyday style.

This was nothing like that. Mingi had always had an unexplainable attraction to older men. Maybe it was the way they carried themselves, like they seemed almost more sophisticated, in a way that drew Mingi in like no other. Usually he tried to stay away from Professors so things didn’t get complicated, but with Hongjoong, Mingi felt like he was being completely sucked in and there was nothing he could do about it. So he went back again and again, for tutoring he didn’t need and papers he could’ve easily written well on his own. 

Hongjoong had started to suspect Mingi was coming for different reasons than just the tutoring by his fourth visit. He wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t clueless, so he absolutely noticed the way that Mingi stared when he was explaining things to him. Hongjoong could tell Mingi only listened to a quarter of the things he said, but he still always turned in perfect papers, and he was a star student.

The fifth and sixth times Mingi came for tutoring, Hongjoong decided to mess with him a bit. He touched Mingi more, brushing their hands together, lightly tapping him on the arm, placing a hand on his back while he leaned in to “explain” something on Mingi’s assignments.

On the seventh time Mingi went for tutoring, he stepped into Hongjoong’s office, shutting the door softly behind him, before sitting down at Hongjoong’s desk. Hongjoong was wearing his same usual white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his tie loose around his neck.

“Mingi,” Hongjoong said, giving him a small nod and a smile as he sat down. “You’ve been doing very well, you know. I always enjoy reading your work.”

“Oh, thank you.” Mingi glanced down, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Glad to see all this tutoring has helped. But I don’t think you really need it anymore, do you?” Hongjoong asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.

“Well, no, I think I-” Mingi started, but Hongjoong cut him off.

“But you’ll keep coming back anyways, won’t you? Enjoy my company that bad?” Hongjoong leaned forward on his desk, his eyes locked on Mingi’s.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just need help for class.” Mingi responded, stuttering slightly over his words. Hongjoong stood up from his desk chair and walked around to stand behind Mingi. He put his hands on Mingi’s shoulders and started to slowly massage him there.

“I’m not stupid, Mingi. I know what pretty boys like you actually want.” Hongjoong’s voice was quieter now, and he moved his hands from Mingi’s shoulders to tug gently on the short hair at the back of his head. Mingi shivered at the sensation, a chill going down his spine. He swallowed, before speaking up again.

“And just what is that?” He asked, his voice shaky.

“An older man. Somebody who can take care of you. You want somebody who’s stable and mature, right? And somebody experienced.” Hongjoong started. “But that’s just in general. Right now I think what you want is for me to bend you over my desk and have my way. Is that right?”

The tone of Hongjoong’s voice as he played with Mingi’s hair sent another shiver down Mingi’s spine, and he could start to feel the tension, heat pooling in his stomach. He stayed silent for a minute, unsure of what to say.

“Come on, Min, use your words, I know you’re good at that.” Hongjoong whispered, leaning down, his breath ghosting over Mingi’s ear.

“Uh-” Mingi hesitated, taking a breath before speaking. “You’re right.” He admitted.

“Well, let me help you then. I wouldn’t be a very good professor if I didn’t help you, hm?” Hongjoong trailed his hands down over Mingi’s chest, leaning in from behind and pressing kisses to his ears, his warm breath fanning out over them as he did. “Stand up.” Hongjoong spoke, taking a step back for Mingi to get up out of his chair. 

When Mingi did stand up, he didn’t move, he just stood still, waiting for Hongjoong’s next command.

“Oh, you are a good boy.” Hongjoong remarked, reaching up to pet the back of Mingi’s hair again, before letting his hand move down Mingi’s spine and pushing him forward to bend over the desk. Behind him, Hongjoong pulled off his tie, grabbing both of Mingi’s arms and bringing them behind his back to tie them together at the wrists.

Hongjoong left him there like that for a minute, walking to the other side of the room to start digging through his work bag. He pulled out his wallet, opening it and taking out a condom. At his desk, he pressed up against Mingi’s ass, pushing his hips forward against him. Mingi could feel the evidence of Hongjoong’s arousal through the fabric of their pants, and he leaned back against him slightly.

“You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?” Hongjoong remarked, placing his hands on Mingi’s hips and then sliding them up, sliding his black t-shirt up to expose the skin of his lower back. The feeling of Hongjoong’s soft hands on his bare back were enough to drag a small groan out of Mingi. Hongjoong reached around his waist, leaning into him while he unbuttoned Mingi’s jeans and unzipped the fly. He tugged them down over Mingi’s hips, letting them sit at his thighs.

“You’ve been holding out on me.” Hongjoong said with a whistle, bringing his hands to Mingi’s ass and giving him a small squeeze over his boxers. Mingi pushed back into his touch again, groaning at the contact. Hongjoong pulled back for a second to tug Mingi’s boxers down, freeing his cock and exposing his soft ass. Hongjoong undid his belt, pulling it open before unfastening his dress pants and letting them fall just above his knees. He leaned forward again, the tent in his boxers pressing against Mingi’s bare ass. He held two of his fingers up to Mingi’s mouth.

“Suck.” He demanded, and Mingi listened, allowing Hongjoong to push his fingers into Mingi’s mouth. When they were covered in Mingi’s saliva, he leaned back again, bringing his fingers to Mingi’s hole, tracing around the outside before pressing one finger in. Mingi let out a whine at the intrusion, but he didn’t resist, and Hongjoong slowly moved his finger in and out of Mingi. When he seemed ready, Hongjoong added his second finger, which drew another moan out of Mingi, slightly louder this time.

“Quiet down, angel. You don’t want the whole Lit. department to know how desperate you are, do you?” Hongjoong teased, scissoring his fingers slightly inside of Mingi to stretch him out.

“N-no.” Mingi replied, his voice higher pitched than usual.

“That’s what I thought.” Hongjoong replied while he continued to work Mingi open.

“Professor- please, I’m ready now.” Mingi said quietly. Hongjoong slowly retracted his fingers, and Mingi’s hole felt suddenly empty, but Mingi knew he was about to be filled much better anyway.

“I don’t have any lube here.” Hongjoong told him as he opened the condom he’d retrieved earlier and pulled his boxers down to free his cock. “But I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts, okay?” He rolled the condom onto his length and lined himself up with Mingi’s entrance.

“Okay.” Mingi confirmed, and with that, Hongjoong pushed inside slowly, giving Mingi time to adjust to his size. Mingi groaned, his thighs already trembling a little. Once Hongjoong was fully inside of Mingi, he waited a second before moving.

“Please-” Mingi begged, pushing back against Hongjoong’s hips. Hongjoong took this as a sign from Mingi that he was ready to continue, so he pulled slowly out of him before pushing back in again. His thrusts were slow at first, his hips moving at a steady pace. Hongjoong’s movements drew out an array of moans, gasps, whines, and whimpers from Mingi.

“You’re taking it so well, sweetheart.” Hongjoong said, speeding up his thrusts a bit. After Mingi got used to him, he was able to angle himself better, leaning forward and placing a hand on Mingi’s back to keep himself steady.

Mingi tried to speak, but it was a bit jumbled between his breathy gasps. “Take the condom off-” He tried to say, and Hongjoong cocked his head. “Are you sure?” He asked, slowing down with his movements for a minute.

“I’m sure. I want to feel- ah- I want to feel you cum inside me.” Mingi replied. Hongjoong thought about it for a moment before complying, pulling out of Mingi to take the condom off, which he tossed aside on the floor. He spit in his hand, bringing it down to smear on his cock before sliding back inside of Mingi with a groan. 

He picked up a good pace again, his hands trailing up and down Mingi’s back the whole time, and then he heard breathily from Mingi, “Fuck, I’m- I’m gonna cum.”

“You can.” Hongjoong allowed, reaching around Mingi’s waist again to wrap a hand around his cock. Hongjoong stroked Mingi in time with his thrusts, until Mingi came with a high pitched moan, cum dripping out of his cock and onto the floor below him. Hongjoong came at the same time, burying himself in Mingi’s tight heat, filling him up. 

When Hongjoong pulled out a moment later, a few drops of his cum dripped out of Mingi’s abused hole, and he reached over to his desk for a tissue to wipe him clean. He threw the tissue in the trash, along with the discarded condom, and he untied Mingi’s hands, letting him stand up straight again. Hongjoong pulled his boxers and pants back up, tucking his shirt back in and refastening his belt. Mingi did the same, tucking himself back into his boxers and buttoning his jeans. He could feel Hongjoong’s cum dripping out of him into his pants, but he didn’t mind it much.

“I’m sorry I made a mess on the floor.” Mingi said quietly, keeping his head down.

“At least it’s a good mess. I’ll clean it up, Min, don’t worry about it. Go home and get some rest.” Hongjoong said, reaching up to brush his hair out of his face and then patting him on the cheek to send him on his way. “Oh, and next time don’t lie about why you’re here. Lying is a bad habit to get into.”

Mingi nodded and walked out the door slowly, making his way back to his apartment just off-campus.

[m4rshwa]

Day 1: Mutual Masturbation (Yungi)

1.1k words

The dorm room was quiet, almost eerily so. There weren't many cars passing on the street outside, or many bugs chirping outside the open window. There was just a cool night’s breeze and the soft sounds of Yunho and Mingi’s breathing on opposite sides of the room. 

Yunho rolled over, looking across the room through the darkness to see if somehow Mingi was still awake. He shifted restlessly under his blankets as he thought about his roommate. On late nights like these, his mind went wild thinking about Mingi. Most of the time, Yunho was able to just sleep it off, but Yunho was so worked up this time that it seemed too much to ignore.

Yunho guessed that his shuffling caught Mingi’s attention, because he suddenly heard a voice from across the room.

“Can’t sleep?” Mingi asked, speaking quietly even though it was only him and Yunho in the room. 

“Yeah. You too?” Yunho asked. Mingi groaned in response, before Yunho continued. “What’s on your mind?” 

Part of him was hoping Mingi was having the same problem he was — that Mingi was thinking about him too much to fall asleep. Maybe he was just as worked up as Yunho was. Mingi laughed under his breath. It was very quiet, but Yunho caught it nonetheless.

“I wish I could tell you.” Mingi answered. Yunho thought for a minute about those words. He could tell by the way Mingi spoke that he didn’t mean it in an “I don’t know” kind of way, but in more of an “I’d tell you if I wasn’t too embarrassed” kind of way.

“I’ll tell you what I’m thinking if you tell me what you’re thinking.” Yunho offered. The room was silent again for a moment while Mingi thought before he finally replied.

“Okay. Sure.” Mingi agreed, to which Yunho responded at first with a sigh. He let the quiet fall over them again while he figured out how to phrase what he wanted to say.

“I’m thinking about you.” Yunho began, to which Mingi scoffed.

“That’s it?” 

“Well… not exactly. I’m thinking about you because I’m very turned on by you, and I have a crazy boner right now thinking about all the things I want to do with you.” Yunho explained. He wondered at first if it might have been too straightforward of an answer when it took Mingi awhile to answer him, but when he finally did, he realized that wasn’t the case at all.

“Glad we’re in the same boat then.” Mingi responded, and Yunho let out a barely audible sigh of relief. “My mind has been running fucking wild and I’ve been sitting here trying not to touch myself to the thought of you all night.”

“Are you serious?” Yunho asked, a bit in disbelief.

“Dead serious.” Mingi replied. Yunho sat up in bed then, leaning over and turning his small lamp on, before leaning back against the wall on his side of the room to face Mingi, who followed suit, sitting up in his own bed to do the same. 

Facing each other, they could see that they were both serious, the tents in their pajama pants more telling than anything.

“Do you want to?” Yunho asked, making eye contact with Mingi.

“To…?” Mingi asked, waiting for Yunho to continue. He had a feeling he knew what he was asking — he wasn’t stupid, after all — but he wanted to hear Yunho say it out loud anyways.

“To touch. You can touch yourself and I’ll touch myself and then in the morning we can pretend like this never happened.” Yunho replied.

“It’s okay?” Mingi asked, squeezing his thighs a little closer together.

“I’m okay with it if you are.” 

Mingi nodded and reached down to pull on the drawstrings of his pajama pants, untying the knot. Yunho did the same once he saw Mingi start, before looking up and making eye contact again, waiting to continue.

“All the way off? Do you want to see?” Mingi asked, watching Yunho from across the room.

“If you want me to.” Yunho answered, and Mingi nodded before tugging his pajama pants down, pulling them down his legs and completely off. He wasn’t wearing any boxers with them, so taking his pants off left him completely exposed. He wasn’t sure if he’d regret this in the morning, but in the moment, he did want Yunho to see, so he propped one leg up and let the other rest where it was, dangling off the edge of the bed. 

Across the way, Yunho followed suit, pulling off his pants slowly. He was wearing boxers, but he decided to keep them on, only pulling the waistband down just enough to free his cock. Even from across the room, Mingi could tell Yunho’s cock was big, much bigger than his, maybe, and it was so pretty he almost came on the spot. 

Mingi wrapped his hand around his own cock, his mouth dropping open slightly as his thumb brushed over his sensitive tip. He let out a breathy sigh of relief at finally being free to touch, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again to see Yunho on his bed, his hand working in small strokes over himself.

“God, Yunho.” Mingi groaned, low and needy.

“Fuck,” Yunho replied in the same breathy tone, “Say my name again.”

Mingi did, his voice breaking slightly on it, and Yunho bit back a moan at the sound of his voice. Their hands moved at the same pace, sounds of skin on skin filling the room, combined with their needy moans and gasps. 

Mingi’s hips jerked up into his fist, desperately seeking release.

“Yun- Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He gasped.

“Shit, me too.” Yunho replied.

Mingi gave himself a few more strokes, waves of pleasure washing over him, white ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, coating his fingers and dripping on his bedsheets below him.

Yunho finished at almost the exact same time as Mingi, onto his hand with a low groan. The room fell silent again except for their shaky breaths as they tried to regain their bearings. Mingi leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed his box of tissues, pulling one out to clean himself off.

“Catch.” Mingi said, tossing Yunho the box of tissues across the room. Yunho cleaned himself off as well before pulling his boxers back up and relaxing against the wall. Mingi followed, putting his pajama pants back on. 

“You’re good?” Yunho asked, still staring at Mingi across the room.

“Yeah.” Mingi answered, his voice still breathy.