I have this feeling like I'm a second class citizen in my own body. I'm so incredibly lonely and it's my own fault and I know that but I don't know how to change it. I have nothing to offer anyone. I don't know how to talk to people anymore. I've isolated myself so hard that I haven't even left my house in...an embarrassing amount of time. I'm trying to claw my way out of this hole I've dug myself but I can't seem to find a grip. I'm trying to remind myself I'm not alone but my friends don't really check in anymore. I lost my friend group over time and my closest friends have closer friends they talk to every day. I'm just here. Just...here.
Idgaf but atp every single current Trump supporter is a pedophile. Bystanders are just as bad as the perpetrators themselves and every one of these fuckers defending him and justifying his actions are lower than the dirt under my heel. They can't think critically. They aren't safe people for anyone but the worst of the worst. They're the biggest hypocrites known to man. They're weird, they're deeply uncool, they're never funny, they can't meme and each and every one of them is fucking ugly. Idc what they look like actually. Their willingness to overlook the atrocities that their cult leader has committed makes them repulsive. I hope that karma gets each and every one of their asses and I hope that their afterlife, whatever and wherever that may be, is awful. They're a waste of space, a waste of air and a waste of resources.
Hongjoong felt like he should win some sort of award, if he was being honest. Some kind of Survived Yet Another Concert Without Jumping Song Mingi award.
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Possessive Sex (non-toxic), Barebacking, Top Kim Hongjoong, Bottom Song Mingi, Tooth-rotting Sappiness, Established Relationship
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Hongjoong felt like he should win some sort of award, if he was being honest. Some kind of Survived Yet Another Concert Without Jumping Song Mingi award. Truly, the effort was herculean—he would challenge anyone who argued otherwise (such as Wooyoung), asking if they had ever seen Song Mingi (Wooyoung, of course, had, but that’s not the point).
But every time, every show, Hongjoong would perform as close to a perfect show as possible with the rest of his members, all the while watching Mingi move with something hungry and demanding. He’d spend the whole set watching the way Mingi danced, the way he flirted, the way he would grab himself and bite his lip and stick out his tongue.
And Mingi would catch him watching, every single time, and that was how Hongjoong knew that the show was for him. Of course, it was for Atiny to a certain extent, but it was for Hongjoong, a promise and a request all in one.
When the show ended, Hongjoong made a point to keep his distance just enough that Mingi didn’t press his luck while out in public, but not so much that Mingi was discouraged. It was a delicate balance that Hongjoong perfected over time.
They made it all the way to Hongjoong’s suite (where Mingi’s bag was already dropped the night before) before Mingi made the first little noise of impatience. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Hongjoong had crowded Mingi against it, twisting his hands in the front of his shirt to kiss his neck.
“Let’s shower, first,” Hongjoong murmured when Mingi whispered a soft ‘please’ into the quiet room. “I’ll take care of you.”
Mingi happily allowed Hongjoong to guide him into the bathroom, and together they stripped each other down to nothing as the water warmed up in the shower. Once inside, they made quick work of washing each other, lingering touches leaving both of them breathless and hard, until Mingi hauled Hongjoong up into his arms to kiss him.
It was their first proper kiss since they got up in the morning, and Hongjoong let the other rapper control it. The kiss was messy, mostly tongue and teeth, with Mingi’s groans vibrating against his mouth, but it was perfect because it was how Mingi kissed him. It was only for Hongjoong.
“Hyung, please,” Mingi whimpered, breaking the kiss. “Want you to fuck me.”
That was all Hongjoong needed to hear before shutting off the shower and walking Mingi backward out of the stall and toward the bed. It was an afterthought that Hongjoong grabbed a towel as they passed the rack, and he haphazardly dried them off as he walked. The moment the backs of Mingi’s knees hit the bed, Hongjoong gave him the lightest nudge and the other rapper sprawled beautifully across the duvet.
Clean, naked, and damp like that, Mingi was even more of a vision than he was on stage. Now, that was a view that was truly for Hongjoong’s eyes only, and he was struck with the urge to bite Mingi everywhere that was his to stake his claim. But he couldn’t, knowing the last thing they wanted was for questions to be raised about bite marks and bruises.
Mingi laughed, and Hongjoong frowned up at his face. “What’s with the grumpy face?” Mingi asked, almost shyly even as he preened under Hongjoong’s gaze.
“I want to mark what’s mine, but I know I can’t,” Hongjoong pouted, the silent ‘yet’ at the end of the statement loud in the quiet room.
Mingi flushed a deep pink, his ears going dark as he bit his lip, glancing away from Hongjoong. Once, during a break, they gave in to Hongjoong’s desire to bite and claw and suck his mark into Mingi’s skin, and it took way too long for it all to heal fully. They discovered, rather quickly, that there was no real middle ground to Hongjoong’s urge, too. But Hongjoong knew Mingi craved it to, that Mingi liked looking in the mirror and seeing how he belonged to Hongjoong, having proof of being owned and wanted on his skin.
“Then just…make me feel it,” Mingi managed to whisper, almost shyly up at Hongjoong. At Hongjoong’s confused head tilt, Mingi chewed his lip as he rolled over so that he was bent over the edge of the bed, legs spread to expose his tight little hole to Hongjoong’s gaze. With a heated look over his shoulders, his intense eyes hooded and dark, Mingi said, “don’t use your fingers. Want you to fuck me like this, make me feel it for days.”
Hongjoong’s throat went dry as his brain shut off, overwhelmed with the beautiful image of Mingi limping the next day. Shaking his head, Hongjoong said, “I don’t want to hurt you—”
“You fucked me yesterday. I’ll be okay if you skip prepping me with your tiny fingers, hyung,” Mingi interrupted, and Hongjoong wished he was embarrassed with how easily he was convinced.
Hongjoong grabbed the lube from the bedside table and made quick, messy work of coating his cock with it, dribbling a liberal amount down the seam of Mingi’s ass as well. Beneath him, Mingi was shaking with anticipation, quietly begging Hongjoong to fuck him.
Lining up, Hongjoong ran his slick cock up and down over Mingi’s hole until the head of it caught the rim, and that pulled the loveliest litany of sounds from the other rapper.
“Please, please, please, hyung, put it in,” Mingi babbled, and of course, Hongjoong was powerless to deny Mingi anything when he sounded and looked like that.
With a brutal push, Hongjoong bullied his way into Mingi’s tight hole, groaning at the impossibly snug fit as he spread Mingi’s cheeks. Below him, Mingi choked and clawed at the duvet, squirming like he wanted to both escape and meet the relentless press of Hongjoong’s cock.
When Hongjoong bottomed out, he intended to let the other man adjust, but Mingi clenched around him with a sob and tried to wiggle closer.
The last of Hongjoong’s restraint snapped.
Mingi was hoarse with the hiccuping, desperate, pained noises he made as Hongjoong’s hips slapped against his ass, his back arched beautifully as he struggled to get his elbows under him so he could look over his shoulder at Hongjoong again.
It was so much, and Hongjoong knew he wouldn’t last very long. Luckily, Mingi was in the same boat.
“Can’t wait to feel you tomorrow,” Mingi groaned before practically wailing when Hongjoong changed the angle just so. With a shaky sob, Mingi babbled about being close, about wanting to come, about wanting to feel Hongjoong come deep inside him, to mark him in such an intimate way.
Hongjoong was actively fighting back his release, already on the edge with how tight and needy Mingi was being. “Gonna come on my cock untouched, Mingi-ya?” Hongjoong asked as he leaned forward onto his hands above Mingi, drilling into him at an angle that was absolutely nailing Mingi’s prostate with every thrust. “Gonna be my good boy and come for me?”
And Mingi—perfect, gorgeous, obedient Mingi—came with a scream that he barely managed to muffle in the comforter beneath him, his hips bouncing back to meet Hongjoong’s brutal thrusts as he spilled between his stomach and the comforter. The way Mingi clenched around Hongjoong was divine, bringing him right up to the edge.
“Mingi-ya, my sweet, perfect Mingi-ya,” Hongjoong crooned as his thrusts grew erratic and jerky, his release so close he wanted to cry.
With a broken moan, Mingi said, “yours. Your Mingi-ya.”
As lightning zinged up the length of Hongjoong’s spine, he came so hard his vision went white. Hongjoong almost frantically fucked them both through their orgasms, breathless and whimpering himself, ignoring the way Mingi’s own moans turned into overstimulated hisses of almost-pain.
When he began to soften, Hongjoong finally stopped moving and draped himself over Mingi’s back to catch his breath, kissing Mingi’s shoulder blades as Mingi recovered some of his own faculties.
“Wish I had a plug,” Hongjoong idly mused as he thought about the way his come would dribble out of Mingi when he pulled out. “Keep you nice and full of my cum for a little longer.”
Mingi shuddered and reached for his bag that was still where he dropped it on the bed earlier. With a bit of fumbling with the pockets, he pulled out a modest little plug and held it back for Hongjoong to take. Once again, Hongjoong didn’t hesitate to take it from the other rapper, nor did he pause to double-check as he pulled out and pressed the toy inside.
Standing up, Hongjoong looked down at Mingi with a fondness so big he thought he might split apart at the seams. Of course, there was a lewdness about Mingi bent over the edge of the bed naked and coated in a light sheen of sweat, laying in what must of been an uncomfortable puddle of cum, but he also looked terribly sweet as he smiled sleepily up at Hongjoong over his shoulder.
“Come on, Mingi-ya, get up on the bed,” Hongjoong cooed, smacking Mingi’s ass lightly and laughing at the groan the other rapper let out.
“Have to shower again, don’t I?” he whined, pouting spectacularly about the thought. Hongjoong understood Mingi’s complaints completely—the busy day was quickly catching up to him, too, and he had much better stamina than his beautiful partner.
"Fine, I’ll grab a washcloth to clean you up really quick. Stay put,” Hongjoong said before disappearing into the bathroom. When he returned to the room after cleaning himself up a bit, he found Mingi dozing where Hongjoong left him and once again, Hongjoong was left breathless with how much he loved Mingi.
Gently, Hongjoong cleaned up any excess lube that was still between Mingi’s cheeks, and maybe he teased Mingi awake by rocking the plug inside him until the other rapper reached back with a little gasp.
“Can’t…” Mingi started shakily and Hongjoong hummed comfortingly.
“I know, Mingi-ya, I was just teasing a bit. Can you roll over for me?” he asked softly, and Mingi nodded before rolling until he was lounging back on his elbows, looking up at Hongjoong.
He was somehow even more beautiful, stretched out across the bed, covered in his own cum and looking up at Hongjoong through his lashes. If Mingi didn’t look ready to burst into tears if he didn’t get tucked into bed as soon as possible, Hongjoong would be tempted to clean him up with his tongue first. Alas, he knew his boyfriend’s limits, so he gently wiped the warm washcloth over Mingi’s stomach and soft dick. By the time he was done, Mingi had let his head loll back, his eyes closed and face lax.
Just utterly relaxed and trusting.
“Oh, my sweet Mingi-ya,” Hongjoong cooed, tossing the cloth in the direction of the bathroom (and ignoring the sound of it hitting the wall next to the door) as he leaned over Mingi to coax him into a soft, lazy kiss.
“Yours,” Mingi mumbled sleepily, and Hongjoong could feel his drowsy little smile. “Your Mingi.”
“My Mingi,” Hongjoong reaffirmed, heart full to bursting.
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Fill for @kinktober-2025 | Day 14: Possessive Sex/Choking | Fandom: Ateez RPF | Ship: Minjoong | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 1496 | Tags/Warnings: Choking, Explicit Sexual Content
Having the Captain's undivided attention is overwhelming. Anyone's who's ever been in Mingi's position would agree. But Mingi doesn't think anyone else has ever been in quite this position with Hongjoong apart from him.
He's spread out on his back, legs spread wide on either side of Hongjoon's narrow hips, their stiff cocks grinding against each other as Hongjoong thrusts against him again and again. Hongjoong has both of Mingi's hands pinned above his head by the wrists with his left hand, while his right just barely holds Mingi by the throat.
Mingi could escape — easily. He is stronger and bigger than Hongjoong, but he doesn't want to escape; he is exactly where he wants to be.
Hongjoong is leaking heavily, his precome mixing with the cum already splattered across Mingi's cock and abdomen — he's already come once from Hongjoong's hand and is determined to last longer this time. They've been at this for hours and Hongjoong has already admonished him — smacked his ass and fingered him dry until Mingi apologized — for coming too quickly.
He loves being the center of Hongjoong's attention, his one exception to the rigid rules of touch he's carved out for himself.
Briefly, Hongjoong squeezes his throat, his small hand barely managing to cover the places he needs to press to get the desired affect. Mingi whines, and his Captain dips down for a quick, nasty kiss of tongue and teeth and wet lips.
"Whose cock is this?" Hongjoong demands breathlessly, rocking down hard against Mingi's leaking erection and dragging another whine from his throat.
"Yours," Mingi gasps in reply, the only word he knows anymore.
"Who do you belong to?"
"Captain."
Mingi was flirtatious today. He grinned and batted his eyelashes and flashed his abs and grabbed his cock on stage for Atiny, and he knew what would happen when the day's schedules were done and Hongjoong could have him alone. It's the nature of their jobs that other people will look at and lust after him, but Hongjoong is nothing if not jealous, and when the day is done he will always remind Mingi who it is that can reduce him to a drooling, whimpering mess.
Hongjoong shifts, dragging his cock behind Mingi's balls to press hard against his dry hole. He can't shove inside like this, but the threat — the promise — is there.
Anticipation builds in Mingi's gut.
"Please…" he whispers, spreading wider to expose his hole.
"You want it?"
"Want it…" Mingi echoes.
Hongjoong releases the hold he has on his throat to shove his fingers past Mingi's lips and into his mouth, and Mingi gets to work slicking them up, getting them ready to stretch Mingi's hole open. Sitting back just long enough to rub those slicked up fingers over the tight furl of Mingi's hole, Hongjoong grins down at Mingi and takes in the sight before him. He hovers over Mingi again as he shoves inside, the spit barely enough to moisten him for entry, the rough press of Hongjoong's fingers working him open has Mingi gasping and arching his back.
Mingi might have been flirtatious earlier, bratty by Hongjoong's standards, but he's being so good now. He hasn't moved his hands from where Hongjoong placed them earlier, hasn't made any demands that Hongjoong hurry up, get on with it, please fuck him already. This is Mingi's punishment and reward, all wrapped up into one, and Mingi will take every bit of attention Hongjoong showers on him.
"Such a good boy for me."
Hongjoong is just muttering now, so gone with his own desire, so desperate to make Mingi his again that he's not even really thinking, because if he was and Mingi was really being as good for him as he says, Hongjoong would have put his fucking cock in him already instead of dragging it out like this.
"Please, Captain," Mingi whines again, pouting, begging, out of his mind with need.
There's a bottle of lube in Hongjoong's hand now, and Mingi has no idea where it even came from. Hongjoong is dribbling it over his cock, moaning as he strokes himself with it before wiping his hand carelessly on the sheets beneath them. His hand is back on Mingi's throat, squeezing tight as he guides himself slowly, torturously inside.
Mingi's head is swimming, Hongjoong's hand perfectly placed to cut off the flow of blood to his brain, just like Mingi likes it. He is perfectly still, his body a live wire of pleasure as Hongjoong's cock splits him open and he struggles to draw breath with that hand around his throat.
Hongjoong shoves the rest of the way inside and releases Mingi's throat, earning a punched-out groan as the cut off blood supply rushes to Mingi's head and leaves him dizzy. Hongjoong is moving the bed with the force of his thrusts, driving deep and wet into Mingi's hole with perfect aim. They're pressed together, the sweat between them easing the slide of their bodies. Mingi is limp, letting Hongjoong have his way with him, but he comes to life when Hongjoong captures his lips in a biting kiss.
Hongjoong whines into his mouth, his hips moving with the kind of precision he usually reserves for dancing.
"They'll never see you like this…" Hongjoong whispers against his lips. "No one will ever see you like this except me."
Mingi kisses him again, sinks into the feeling of his Captain — in him, on him, all around him. Possessing him like a demon, taking him apart and holding him together all at the same time. Hongjoong's hand finds its way to his throat again, squeezing as he takes his mouth in another kiss. He bites Mingi's lips, sucks his tongue as he chokes him. Mingi might pass out…
He releases Mingi's throat again, and Mingi gasps, surging forward to return the bite of Hongjoong's kiss.
"Captain…"
"Mine, Mingi. My Mingi."
This is Mingi's favorite Hongjoong. Here, in bed with Mingi, buried deep within him, Hongjoong is free of his tightly wound sense of control. He says the things he wants to say, touches all the places he wants to touch, he bites and licks and kisses. He nuzzles.
They move in a practiced rhythm, chasing that end goal together. Hongjoong nuzzles his face into the side of Mingi's neck, whimpering as his hips begin to stutter. He takes Mingi in hand, stroking him quickly in time with his own thrusts.
Mingi comes between them, his breath catching in his throat as he chokes on a shout, and Hongjoong follows him swiftly over the edge. He comes inside, buried deep to the hilt, his cock twitching with each spurt.
Hongjoong doesn't pull out after he finishes; he stays where he is, covering Mingi's body with his while they catch their breath. He is limp and heavy atop Mingi, and dragging his lips over bare, sweaty skin to leave a trail of kisses across Mingi's shoulder and neck.
At long last, Mingi moves his hands from above his head to wrap them around Hongjoong. His hands roam along Hongjoong's back, caressing him and guiding him toward Mingi's waiting mouth for kisses. They kiss slowly, tenderly in the afterglow.
Hongjoong nips at Mingi's bottom lip, sleepily murmuring, "Mine," in that lovely breathy way he has, and Mingi hums an affirmative in return.
Hongjoong would happily sleep like this if Mingi lets him, and he's half tempted to, but there's cum drying between their bodies and they'll both be uncomfortable and itchy with it in no time. All it takes is a small push to Hongjoong's hip and he sighs, shifting a little as his soft cock slips free of Mingi's hole.
Hongjoong cleans them up with a rag from the attached bath and brings Mingi a glass of water before joining him beneath the covers. It's quiet now, and Mingi watches Hongjoong watch him, his hand idly stroking the places on Mingi's throat where he squeezed him.
"Does it hurt at all?"
"No more than usual. I like it."
"You'll tell me if you bruise?"
"I won't bruise."
"Mingi." He says his name around a yawn, which takes the sting out of what Mingi is sure he'd hoped would come off as chastizing.
"It's okay. I'll tell you."
Hongjoong pouts. Mingi wants to suck that bottom lip into his mouth again to make him laugh. He stretches instead, pokes at that pouty bottom lip, grins when a smile breaks through Hongjoong's perfect icy expression. Mingi kisses him again — can't help it at this point.
"I love when you get all jealous like that," he teases. "I should flirt with fans more often."
Hongjoong pouts again.
"Maybe I'll take my shirt off next time. Jump around a little so my chest bounces."
There's an angry crease between Hongjoong's eyebrows now, a sharp set to his jaw. Mingi's not sure if he's playing a long or if he's actually getting worked up again.
Only one way to find out.
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It was clear the direction Mingi’s actions were heading, and Hongjoong knew he should walk away, or knock and stop Mingi before he properly started.
He knew it was wrong to watch what was about to happen.
Tags & CW:
Voyeurism, Masturbation, Mildly Dubious Consent
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Hongjoong was about to head home for the night when he remembered Mingi telling him that he’d be staying late running through some of his solo choreography. The other rapper didn’t stop by the studio on his way out to say goodnight as he normally would, so Hongjoong could only assume he was still in the dance studio.
With a fond huff, Hongjoong shifted the strap of his bag up onto his shoulder before heading that way. It felt odd, being the one saying goodnight first, Hongjoong mused to himself.
The lights were already turned low in the hallway outside of the dance studio, but the lights inside were still on which meant that Mingi was definitely still there. With the frosted glass in the door, the studio lights added a bit of illumination to the dark hallway that Hongjoong appreciated.
As he approached, Hongjoong could hear the pounding beat of Mingi’s song, and his smile broadened. It was perfect for Mingi, and he couldn’t be prouder of the other rapper for creating it.
As he came up to the door, he paused before opening it and instead peeked through the line of clear glass, excited to see some of what Mingi had prepared. Hongjoong knew he’d be seeing it soon enough, what with preparing for the world tour and everything, but a little sneak preview wouldn’t hurt.
What he wasn’t prepared for was the sight of Mingi shirtless, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants slung low enough on his hips that the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs was fully visible. Hongjoong had an excellent view of Mingi’s muscled back, but also his front in the wall of mirrors he was performing in front of. The other rapper’s pale skin was shiny with sweat, his hair soaked with it as well and shoved back out of his face.
Hongjoong felt a burst of saliva flood his mouth as he imagined tasting Mingi’s skin before he forcibly dismissed those thoughts. That was no way to be thinking about Mingi, he scolded himself, though that was far from the first time he had thought those things. It was far from the worst thoughts he’d had about Mingi, that was for sure.
Internally shaking the thoughts from his head, he returned his full attention to monitoring Mingi’s movements as he went through the paces of his choreography. Hongjoong’s eyes tracked the powerful swings of Mingi’s arms, the fluid way his body moved and rolled with the music. It seemed that Mingi was mostly testing out different facial expressions as he ran through the same block of choreography over and over, and Hongjoong found himself actually calming down a bit.
Hongjoong was about to make his presence known once he had gotten control of his thoughts when Mingi reached down and grabbed his crotch, biting his plump bottom lip and tipping his head back with a smirk. With his other hand, he lifted it above his head in his special little salute. The line of his long body was gorgeous under the white light of the studio, shimmering with sweat as it was. With the unforgiving lighting, there was no missing the way Mingi’s grip on his crotch shifted just enough that it was clearly wrapped around the very hard length of his cock through the layers of his clothes.
Releasing a shaky breath, Hongjoong felt his own arousal pulsing within the snug confines of his slacks.
Inside the studio, Mingi lowered his hand to lean the same elbow against the mirror in front of him, head dropping forward as he massaged the thick bulge in his pants. It was clear the direction Mingi’s actions were heading, and Hongjoong knew he should walk away, or knock and stop Mingi before he properly started.
He knew it was wrong to watch what was about to happen.
With that thought, Hongjoong looked toward the reflection of the door in the mirror. With a start, he realized that with the dim lights in the hallway against the bright lights inside the studio, paired with the frosting of most of the glass, he was barely visible where he stood. That revelation had something flip-flopping in Hongjoong’s gut, his gaze swinging back to Mingi’s reflection.
While he had been distracted, Mingi had slipped a hand below his waistband, touching himself properly. Hongjoong’s eyes were riveted to the movement of Mingi’s hand within the confines of his pants, and he lamented that he couldn’t actually see what Mingi was doing. While Hongjoong had seen Mingi in various states of undress over the years, he’d never had the pleasure of seeing Mingi hard, so he could only imagine the length and girth.
The thought alone had Hongjoong salivating all over again.
With a shaky moan of his own, Hongjoong got his fly open and shoved a hand down the front of his pants to get some relief, eyes locked on Mingi’s crotch in the reflection to maintain some semblance of restraint. He wouldn’t be able to look at Mingi’s face, he knew himself well enough for that.
After a couple minutes, Mingi turned around and leaned his back against the mirror, and to Hongjoong’s simultaneous delight and dismay, Mingi shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees, putting himself on full display.
“Oh, fuck,” Hongjoong gasped, watching Mingi’s long fingers wrap around his huge cock, and he desperately stroked himself, keeping pace with the other rapper.
It was heady, standing there and watching Mingi pleasure himself, knowing the whole time that he should walk away. Hongjoong knew he shouldn’t be standing there, that if he got caught, Mingi would have every right to report him.
Mingi’s other hand moved from where it was hanging next to his hip, snatching Hongjoong’s attention instantly. He watched, mouth going dry, as Mingi’s long fingers dragged along the bumps and ridges of his abs, trailing through the sheen of sweat on its way to his chest. When his fingers landed on one of his nipples, Mingi gently rolled his thumb over it, and Hongjoong could see the way he moaned at the new stimulation with the way his entire chest expanded and shuddered.
The sight made Hongjoong want to storm in and immediately attach his mouth to the neglected nipple. He wanted to make the gorgeous man bleed with how much he wanted to taste and claim and take.
With a too-loud groan of his own, Hongjoong braved looking at Mingi’s face again, wanting to see what he looked like lost in desire like that, and his veins filled with ice.
Mingi’s head was tipped forward, some of his sweat-damp hair falling forward and hanging a bit in front of his face, his gorgeous mouth open with whatever sinful sounds Hongjoong was sure he was making. What had Hongjoong freezing were Mingi’s eyes, heavy-lidded and hazy, but ultimately looking directly at the door where Hongjoong was hiding.
Mingi was looking directly at him, meeting his gaze even from across the room.
Hongjoong tried to move from his spot, to turn around and flee, to go inside and beg for forgiveness, something that wasn’t just standing there jerking off—because naturally, his hand hadn’t stopped despite getting caught. Actually, it appeared he was even harder, and a truly humiliating glob of precum blurted from the tip.
As Hongjoong struggled for a response that wasn’t continued masturbation, Mingi tipped his head back with a sinful roll of his eyes and slowly sunk to his knees, looking up through his lashes at the door. Sucking in a sharp breath, Hongjoong watched as Mingi opened his mouth and lolled his tongue out, lifting the hand that was teasing his chest so that he could suck on his own fingers suggestively. When Mingi’s eyes fluttered open to meet Hongjoong’s gaze again, the message was loud and clear.
Mingi wasn’t just okay with Hongjoong watching him like this, he liked it, and he wanted more.
Letting go of his own cock, Hongjoong opened the door to the dance studio and stepped inside.
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Edsthebanished69: I think u really hve this thing down, man. those lil punks should be impressed
Steve let the compliment get under his skin way more than it should have. But he couldn't help it, it felt good to not suck at something for once. Even if it was something so...out of his league. Who would have thought he would be so excited to hang out with Dustin Henderson's nerd brigade? Especially when the plan was to play something as inherently dorky as Dungeons and Dragons.
Hwkstiger94: hey, I would still b up shit creek wthout ur help
Edsthebanished69: you flatter me, Steve.
Edsthebanished69: FYI, that's my weak spot...just don't sneak attack me again
Hwkstiger94: what if I wanted to keep it going?
Hwkstiger94: just 4 fun..if ur not bored of me already
Edsthebanished69: ...you mean the rp? Cuz I'm down, dude. Prepare to get wrecked.
Steve caught a glimpse of his own face grinning in the reflection of the monitor. He didn't feel like himself at all. He felt...happy.
"I want to live in a world in which teenagers can fulfil their natural purpose of being annoying" and "I do not always want to be annoyed by the teenagers" are compatible sentiments
#I get so happy when I’m annoyed by teenagers in public#because it’s like#these kids are forming communities outside of their parents!#they aren’t shackled by school or soccer or clubs their parents put them in#they have the initiative and confidence to make their own social connections#it’s so so cool that I’m out of touch with what they’re saying and doing#because it means they have lives of their own (tags via @elongated-twink)
You! You are the only person who has correctly understood this post. The point is not that they should go be annoying somewhere else, it's that being annoyed by teenagers in normal public places, while annoying, is a good thing. It is a sign of societal health. We adults just need to be ok with the fact that we're going to be annoyed sometimes.
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