#himbo mingi

[brrrkdslek]

MINGI, YUNHO & THE PROFESSOR!

✦ 1 — MINGI,

❒ you loved all your students equally. actually, scratch that. you loved them sure, but no one beats your top student, jeong yunho. along with the lowest, song mingi. curiosity takes you on a ride as you find out the two are secretly lovers.

❒ college au, hardcore smut, student! mingi, professor! male! reader

❒ cheating, hair-pulling, degrading, blowjob, hickies, semi-public sex, himbo mingi, breeding kink, creampie

you threw your head back as a long moan escaped your mouth. your grip on mingi's hair tightened with each second he bobbed his head. although the boy's academics were terribly terrible, he gave you the best fucking head you've ever received.

pressing down on the boy's leaking cock with the tip of your leather shoe, he whimpered pathetically. he was secluded under your desk, in the big classroom where he took your class just twenty minutes ago.

why is he giving you head? well, he enjoys it. anyways, the final exams have just finished and when the marks came out, mingi begged at your feet to give him an extra mark or two just like he had every single damn semester. you had grown attached to the 'himbo' as what your other students referred to him as.

"oh- baby, i'm boutta cum," you look down at him with a lustful glint in your eyes, "lemme cum in that pretty mouth of yours, yeah?" mingi moaned and nodded his head eagerly. you quickly push yourself further into him, your cockhead prodding at the back of his throat, making the boy shake and whimper.

just as you were about to continue, a knock sounded from the door before yunho came in. you had to bite back a smirk at how physically tense mingi got. "ah, sir!" yunho jogged towards the front of your desk, "have you seen mingi around?" your grip on mingi's hair tightened as you answered, "no, i haven't. why, is something the matter?"

you smirked when yunho stuttered over himself, trying to find the right words before replying, "uh- yeah! we planned to meet up just outside of campus but he never showed, so i got a bit worried." you shove your hand into your suit pocket, feeling mingi's phone.

"ah, is that so?" yunho watched you place your ringed hand on the desk, spinning your pen in your hand. "u-uh, yeah! i'll give him a call later, thank you!" he bowed before exiting the classroom, closing the door behind him.

you look back down to see mingi's eyes gleaming with guilt. "hey, suck properly whore." gripping the back of his head, you shove your length into him once again, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure to his cock. he moaned loudly, sending vibrations into your cock as you threw your head back, cumming into his mouth.

you run a hand through your, now messy, hair. pulling your cock out, you signal for him to swallow your cum, he did as you said and opened his mouth after swallowing, cock still dripping with precum.

pulling the male onto your lap, you teased him, "don't 'cha feel bad for cheating on your boyfriend? everybody told me you two were a 'match-made in heaven' or whatever." mingi whimpered as he grinded onto your dick, "mmh~ h-he'll understand..." mingi held your neck and kissed you in a haze.

you grin and line yourself to his hole, "right. he should understand that grades come before love," you thrusted into him in one go, filling him up with your cock. his body shook as he gripped onto your shoulder, as if his life depended on it, "i also come before him, right?"

drool leaked from the corner of mingi's lips as he jumbled over his words, "y-yeah! you're ma' first, no one else is as important as you, sir!" he cups your cheeks gently before smashing his lips onto yours. mingi began bouncing on your cock as you made out, turned on by the thought that you could be caught anytime.

he pulled away, panting. a string of saliva still connecting your bottom lips, you smirk and take out his phone, showing him the screen. mingi stiffens as he read what was shown on his screen. "incoming call from... yuyu-" mingi let out a loud moan as you suddenly thrust upwards, hitting his prostate.

"ugh~ sir, please! go easy on me..." mingi bit his lip as his eyes watered, "baby, if you want those extra marks, you gotta work hard for it." clicking answer, you put it on speaker and shove the phone back into mingi's hands. then you held onto his hips tightly before fucking him at an inhumane speed.

"mmh~ oh!" "mingi?" mingi covered his mouth with one hand as he heard his lover's voice from his phone. "uh- y-yeah, yunho! hey..." "are you okay? where are you?" "i'm at- ah! oh my god..." mingi quivered as you suddenly bit down on his nipple, making him cum right then. you grinned as you littered his body with love bites.

"are you running...? why are you panting so hard?" mingi cursed himself internally for letting this happen, "uh, yeah. sorry, i don't think i can make it today- ugh~! ho-hongjoong called me urgently, so i have to- oh~ get back to w-work...!" mingi buried himself into your neck while biting down to quiet himself. you groaned at the feeling and thrusted harshly, you were gripping him so hard he'd probably bruise from it.

"alright, love you. take care!" "ugh~ l-love you too... bye." as the call ended, mingi dropped the phone onto the ground as he moaned loudly. you grinned and pulled his hair, making him arch his back. "you dirty little whore... you really have no shame saying 'love you' to yunho while your swallowing my cock, huh?" you suck and bite at his adam's apple, bringing the boy to tears.

"'m sorry! ah, w-wan'chu, sir..." you loosen your grip on his hair and he immediately captures your lips in his. you pull from the kiss by pulling at his hair, frowning. "i realised that you only come to find me whenever you need extra credit, but when you don't, you don't even bat an eye at me, so why should i give you the marks?"

mingi cried as you pounded into him, "ah! please, sir! a-after this, i'll always find you. every week, after your lessons, i'll stay back! d-do whatever you want to me, make me yours! i'll be your bitch..." mingi slurred out his words as he drooled and moaned, "i'm yours, sir..."

you couldn't help but get even more aroused at the thought of breeding the campus whore every week, after your lesson. you grinned as you imagined how well behaved he'd be if he knew he would get fucked right after. you grin as you yanked at his jaw, "that's right, whore. you're mine, not that yunho's, not whoever the fuck wants to fuck you, me. just me, your professor who fucks you just as you like, hm?"

mingi giggles, "y-yes! only yours, i'm your property, your fucktoy, your cumdump, anything you want me to be, i'll be just for you, sir!" he kisses you passionately, praying to whatever god out there that he would carry your babies and be with you forever.

you pulled away, "how was the exam anyways? i thought you improved, no?" mingi gripped your shoulders as you rearranged his guts, tears began to fall from his pretty eyes. "i- i did my best! i tried so hard, but i still failed!" he cried in frustration, feeling his ass burn every minute you fuck him harder.

"aw, my love." you cooed at the boy, rubbing his tears from his cheeks with one hand, "you don't worry your pretty little head about it, okay?" mingi sniffled and nodded, nuzzling his face into your palm, "you do your best, and i'll do the rest. leave it to your professor, m'kay?" mingi moaned and nodded, then you went back to your animalistic pace as you thrusted upwards, hitting his prostate every time.

he moaned and twitched as his cock bounced with him, precum never stopped leaking. "y'know, you're lucky you have such a pretty face, mingi. who knows where you'd be without it." smirking, your thrusts get lazier as you came with the last few thrusts, triggering his own release. beautiful sounds came from mingi's mouth as he came, cumming all over his chest, even getting some on his chin.

he panted as he laid on your chest, "alright, you earned yourself five extra marks." mingi jumped up, "five, really!? thank you so much!" mingi tackled you in a hug. you snorted at the irony of how different he was when you were fucking his brains out, "i love you mn!" mingi said with a big grin on his face, you smiled back, "i love you too, mingi."

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[mulletjoonsupremacy]

OH ABSOLUTELY YES

(i just broke the 666 notes pls don’t hurt me)

MINGI BEING BOSSED AROUND BY SAN WAS SOMETHING DIFFERENT. and that scene where they were making out, im weak

and don’t even get me starting on the tummy bulge and creampies my brain is short circuiting i’m not okay

i need me himbo mingi and dom san ASAP.

another wonderful read from one of my absolute favorite writers <33

𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔡

pairing: san x fem! reader x mingi

genre: smut 

summary: sanmin fuck you within an inch of your life <3

w.c: 2.4k

warnings: dom! minsan, sub! reader, san’s a meanie, mingi’s kinda a meanie but mainly a baby boy, himbo energy, threesome, somewhat heavy focus on mxm, spit roasting, spanking, face fucking, degradation, praise, name calling, kissing, facial, cum eating, snowballing, sloppy seconds, overstim, squirting, fingering, anal fingering (m receiving), masturbation, bulge kink, breeding kink, cum inflation (for a split second), creampies 

a/n: this was a request i got by a lovely anon <3 the concept of getting absolutely ruined by minsan is so goddamn hot,, i got really lost in the sauce this time around and i’m proud to say that this is actually just unapologetic filth and nothing else so i hope you enjoy~~

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“Hey, be a little more gentle with her, San. She’s gonna break before I get a turn,” Mingi whined with a pout, releasing the grip he had on your hair to reach across your body and run his fingers along the section of your ass that still sported San’s sizable handprint, forcing his cock further into your throat, beads of saliva and pre-cum dribbling down your bulging neck and onto the already stained sheets below.

Positioned on the opposite side of Mingi with his cock drilling into your needy hole, San rolled his eyes, slamming both hands against your ass, his fingers sinking into your stinging skin and spreading it open slightly to watch his slick cock continuously get swallowed up by your hole. “You love it, don’t you, pretty slut?”

A muffled, though enthusiastic ‘mm-hmm’ left your occupied mouth.

“See, look. She wants me to break her, Min.” San hunched forward over your body, reaching for your jaw and holding it steady as Mingi continued to thrust more than half of his over-sized length into the small opening of your throat, feeling his fingers begin to grow wet with your spit. You felt his warm breath on your back and could practically hear his shit-eating smirk, not knowing his eyes were still on Mingi, simply because he couldn’t bring himself to stop watching him wreck your throat.  “Just look at her drooling all over herself like a brainless whore. She loves to get stuffed with cock, Min, that’s why we’re here,” San chimed, hoping he was educating his glossy-eyes, panting friend, giving him a crooked smile. 

“You’re–shit–right, San,” Mingi huffed out, sweat dripping past his choppy dyed hair and off of his sharp jaw, as he hunched over your body as well and reached out, gripping both sides of your ass. He spread you open further so that San could slide in and out even easier, forcing your back to arch painfully from the way you were sandwiched between them. 

San and Mingi found themselves in a similar position before, face to face, both balls-deep in a toy they preferred to share together, cocks throbbing away as they gazed at each other’s flushed, pleasure-struck faces, unable to ignore the presence of one another’s plush lips.

“Min, lemme taste you,” San mumbled, his hand moving from your jaw to your neck to clutch it, simply to feel the heaviness of his friend’s cock against his fingers as it slipped in and out of your throat. Your gurgled noises of approval and shiny, slicked-up cunt went unnoticed once San and Mingi’s lips collided, each getting a fair share of one another’s spit, their tongues eagerly licking into each other’s groaning mouths.

When Mingi was done exploring San’s open mouth, San took the lead and sucked his friend’s larger tongue into his own mouth, his flushed cheeks hallowing slightly. When he heard a whimper, San opened his eyes to witness Mingi’s big brown eyes looking right back at him. Swallowing their combined saliva down with a gulp, San let go of your throat to grab Mingi’s chin, one hand still cemented on your hip, making sure he didn’t miss a single beat when it came to drilling himself into your sopping wet hole. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you, MinMin? Huh? Are you gonna spill your load inside her tiny throat and make a big mess?” he asked in a patronizing tone, his ego growing in size when Mingi whimpered more and nodded his head quickly, a bit a drool falling from his lips. San’s dark eyes sharpened, the sides of his lips curling into a salacious smile. “Then fucking do it.”

“Okay, m’ gonna fill her fuckhole with my cum, Sannie,” Mingi exhaled delightedly, reaching down and gripping the sides of your head, suddenly pistoning his oversized length into your throat, making you gurgle and choke on it, tears spilling down your heated cheeks.

San nodded his head in agreement, wrapping his fingers around your waist so firmly, his nails left indents. “Yeah, you are. Fill her slutty little throat.” Feeling you clench tightly around him, San groaned gutturally, his eyes just about rolling into his skull, responding by jackhammering himself into your dripping cunt as quickly as he could, the sounds of your muffled cries almost louder than the lewd sound of his balls smacking against your slick skin. “Fuck, baby, you’re about to cum all over my cock just from being our own personal fuckdoll, huh?” 

A strained, muffled sound of approval exited your throat, only able to take being pounded into from both sides once more, before the dam inside you broke. Your body shuddered and your limbs almost gave out underneath you, completely zoning out from the bliss until Mingi’s cockhead slapped down onto your cheek, hot spurts of white splattering out onto your face. This was followed by something hot and sticky painting your inner walls, some of it leaking out past San’s softening length. “Fuck,” was all you could choke out, your voice a bit scratchy and deep after the abuse your throat took. 

San smiled to himself, gently rubbing your hips in soothing circles, his lower half still flush to yours. “I would pull out, but I couldn’t possibly pass up the opportunity to knock you up, baby.” 

Turning your head back to look up at San, you licked at your lips, tasting the saltiness of Mingi’s load on your tongue. “Good.” 

San beamed at your reaction, his cock starting to harden inside you, wanting to degrade you but choosing to focus on the cum that Mingi left dripping down your flushed face. “What a messy girl. You should clean yourself up.” He slid in and out of you a bit, just to feel and listen to the filthy squelching sounds, before slowly pulling out and sitting on the mattress. 

Shuddering from the sensation of cum leaking out of you, you got up and sat back down on your knees, looking back and forth between the men, gathering up some of the lukewarm liquid on your face with two fingers. You began to suck and lick at them, moaning softly, beckoning the both of them closer once your other hand slipped in between your thighs to play with yourself. 

Slipping his hand around your waist, Mingi leaned in, running his hot tongue up the side of your cheek, collecting some of the milkiness for himself. “You’re so naughty, baby,” he whispered against your ear, his other hand clasping around one of your tits to squeeze and knead it, licking along your jawline. 

San was not far behind him, his mouth already attached to your neck to suck and lick at it, two of his thick fingers pushing into you and curling up to rub at your sensitive spot. The squeaking sound that escaped your lips made him smile against your skin, slowly kissing upwards until he got to your cheek, swiping his tiny tongue across your jaw to taste Mingi for himself. He grunted, looking over to his friend, still shoving his digits in and out of you, your juices accompanying the cum dripping down his wrist. “You need to drink more water, idiot.” 

“Huh?” Mingi mumbled absentmindedly, staring dumbly at San, remembering to grab your other tit to knead it as well, pinching your nipple between two fingers. “Something wrong with my cum?” 

“It tastes bad, you big dummy,” San hissed, removing his fingers from your cunt just as your pleasure began to crescendo, holding up his shiny, cum-coated fingers near all three of your faces. “Lick. This is what it’s supposed to taste like.” 

You pouted along with Mingi, for different reasons, licking between San’s pointer and middle finger, Mingi’s tongue joining yours to lap up the dripping cum. Before you knew it, you were passing the remaining liquid into Mingi’s open mouth using your tongue, spreading your legs open wider when his hand left your chest to cup your pussy, his palm rubbing eagerly against your swollen clit. 

San pushed his fingers in between the both of your moving mouths, his cock twitching painfully into his chiseled abdomen, barely able to take watching the both of your swap spit in such a fervent manner. Groaning, he grabbed Mingi’s shoulder and squeezed it, encouraging him to pull away and look at him with barely open eyes. 

“What is it, San?” he asked softly, licking at any remnants of cum and saliva that was left on his lips. 

“I need you to stuff her with your cock, Min.” He ran a hand through Mingi’s sweaty hair, smiling. “For me.” 

Mingi smiled back at San, his cock pulsing against your thigh. “Anything for you, bro.” 

-

Mingi had you in his lap on the edge of the bed, your back sticking against his heated bare chest, his large hands squeezing into your open thighs, his cock hitting your sweet spot relentlessly, so much so that your cum sprayed out of your pulsing cunt. It felt so goddamn good you were convinced that the stimulation was going to break your mind. It didn’t help that San was on his knees in between Mingi’s thighs, his fingers cupping his friend’s swollen balls and his mouth open to catch your squirt on his small pink tongue, his face soaked with your release. 

“That’s a good girl, do it again,” San praised, bringing his fingers up to rub them rapidly across your clit, pressing them harder into your bud when your hips tried to move away from his touch, not stopping until more clear liquid shot out of you and coated his already dripping tongue. “Fuck, that’s a good slut.” 

“No more,” you croaked out, your lower half so numb, you’d probably fold like a rag doll if Mingi wasn’t holding you in place. “I-i can’t!” 

“You can take it, sweetheart,” Mingi encouraged breathily, his deep voice penetrating your ears along with his heavy pants, sending a jolt of arousal into your core. He suddenly shuddered, emitting a surprisingly whiny moan upon feeling San’s tongue drag up his perineum to his sensitive balls, encouraging him to buck up into you to chase his high. 

San ran his palms up Mingi’s large thighs, squeezing into them the way Mingi was gripping yours, his thumbs teasing his friend’s puckering hole. Smirking at the sound of Mingi’s soft whimpering, San slipped a finger inside, feeling Mingi slowly begin to grind against it on his own.

Mingi’s jaw hung open, too consumed with lust to notice another finger sliding into him until he felt a sudden, powerful crackle of pleasure erupt from within his core. “Oh, fuck, that’s it, right there, right there,”  Mingi groaned, almost growling his words out, digging his fingers into your bruising skin and slamming himself into you even rapidly than before, sending you into a state of euphoria. 

San stroked himself vigorously, the muscles in his upper and lower arms straining so hard the veins bulged out, a bit of sweat sliding along his smirking face. “Oh, yeah? Does it feel that good, Min? Are you gonna cum in our plaything’s tight little cunt again?” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah–” Mingi could hardly speak, his body and mind completely overloaded with pleasure, to the point that tears began to form inside his hazy eyes, so close that he couldn’t possibly control the whines and whimpers that were joining your own, the both of your bodies unconsciously moving in tandem so that you could reach your highs together. 

San took delight in the visual of his friend and fucktoy completely falling apart in front of him, his fist squeezing around his cockhead, pre-cum spilling out, the slick allowing him to pleasure himself as fast as possible.“Fuck–Pump…her full…nnngh…of your cum, Min. Please, just make her nice and full for me,” San practically begged, so close to his own high that he didn’t care how desperate he sounded. 

“Cumming, I’m cumminggg,” Mingi moaned whinily, slack jawed, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, letting go of one of your thighs to press his hand down against your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of his cock, swearing he felt your tummy bulge out ever so slightly the longer he drained his seemingly endless cumshot into your cunt. 

You couldn’t even begin to form words, your orgasm doing the talking for you, letting out a few small, stunted moans, your entire body seizing up, spilling your release all over Mingi’s lap. You were so gone, you hardly noticed San suddenly standing up in front of the both of you, whispering something dirty and slapping his cock down onto your used pussy, his load spurting out and coating your mound, mixing with Mingi’s load, as it was already seeping out of you and down your ass. 

“Pull out now, Min,” San commanded softly, watching Mingi slowly slide his cock out with a small squelch, lowering himself back down to the floor to get a close up view of the absolute mess that was pouring out of your used hole, his thumbs spreading you apart. You were stretched wide and filled up with so much cum, San was ready to shed a tear from such a beautiful sight. A moment of silence, mixed with quiet pants and sighs went by, before San came up with a brilliant plan. “Should we stuff her hole together?” 

Wiping some sweat away from his forehead, Mingi tilted his head to the side, perking up, as though he were intrigued. “Like cock to cock?” 

San licked at his lips, tasting you on them. “Yup.” 

Mingi mirrored him, licking at his plush lips as well, eventually sighing to himself. “Double stuffed…”

San nodded, chuckling. “That’s right.” 

Once he exchanged a sleazy look with his friend, Mingi slowly looked down at you, his gaze darkening.

“Yummy.” 

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© kitten4sannie, 2023.

[yourfatherlucifer]

demon!mingi who is shy and doesn’t do his job very well, he’s enamored with you. Follows you around like a lost puppy, just hovering behind you in the air.

He does love you, even though he’s not supposed to. He’s supposed to be taking your soul but just can’t bring himself to.

You know he’s there, you just don’t care. He’s a cute, giant, demon. He’s not a very smart demon either, he’ll bump into things, forgetting just how big he is.

He thinks he’s super funny too, he’s not. But it’s cute that he tries.

demon!mingi who is such a himbo, but hes your himbo.

The high pitch moan after moan despite his deep voice, as you pump his thick and long cock. His head burying itself into the pillows behind him.

He begs you to stop because it hurts but it feels so good at the same time. He really doesn’t want you to stop, but it he just feels the need to say it.

He’s already came so many times. Who knew demons could cum so many times?

@k-k-kn1v3s @bouncesonmingi

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Do you have thoughts on himbo mingi? 😌(I want to breed him so bad)

i got lots of thoughts on himbo mingi-bc i too, want to breed him😌

poor boy doesn't know how to use his head all the time, it's a good thing he's so pretty.

at a bar or whatever else he's getting hit on by all of these people, but he doesn't realize it. he thinks they're just being friendly, biting their lips, eyes blatantly checking him out. one time, a woman even let her hands slide all over his body, down his chest and hips (he thought she was just a bit touchy-he's the same way🥺)

you leave him for a few minutes to grab the two of you drinks and you come back to him laughing with someone else-the girl almost sitting in his lap with how close she is, her hand resting on his bicep.

"mingi."

he looks up at you.

"mhm."

it's almost comical the way his eyes practically sparkle, his pupils heart-shaped. the adoration burning in his gaze apparent, almost overwhelming. puppy-dog like and adorable. the poor thing having no idea what's elicited the steel in your tone. his eyebrows furrow slightly and you can almost see the question mark floating above his head.

*sigh* it's a good thing he's so pretty.

"what's wrong?" he sounds almost sad now as he reaches for your wrist but you don't let him.

you know he'd never cheat on you, know that it would never even cross his mind. he's too obsessed by you, wrapped around your finger almost as much as you are his.

but it makes your blood boil seeing all of these people feeling him up, flirting with him all the while he's completely clueless.

the girl glares, clearly annoyed at the interruption as you pass him a cup.

"i have to go to the bathroom."

you turn on your heel and walk, knowing he's right behind you.

even as you lead him into a room that he's fairly (but not certainly) sure is not a bathroom. even as you lock the room behind you, crossing your arms against you chest as your foot taps on the ground.

you look unimpressed and the disappointment written across your face-it's enough to make a whimper build up in the back of his throat.

"what'd i do?"

he's so fucking clueless, it's dumb. so innocent and pretty. all beauty no brains.

you only sigh frustratedly, your hands flying to his shoulders, pressing down enough for him to fall to his knees in front of you. "what'd i do?" you mock, watching him look up at you like a kicked puppy.

anger flashes in your eyes and he knows he's in for it.

you reach down, grabbing his jaw in your hand, cupping it almost gently if not for the nails digging ever so slightly into his skin. "you're fucking mine. you hear that baby? mine." you spit, hot and angry and standing over him, fuck. he can't think properly like this.

he whimpers, hips almost imperceptibly grinding against your leg. enough for you to catch though, enough for you to press your leg harder between his spread open ones.

"say it. say you're mine, not that stupid bitch's you were practically fucking out there, what were you gonna let her do? jerk you off in the middle of the party? are you that much of a whore mings?"

he doesn't have the clarity to properly deny it, only crying out as he moves faster and faster, trying to get off. shaking his head no, muttering pleas and apologies against your thigh as he hides his face against you.

"not her, not her, i-i promise, only-only you." he pants.

you sigh, fingers twirling through the strands of his hair. enjoying the way he desperately humps you like a puppy in heat, sounding like one as well.

he's so cute, you guess you can forgive him-just this once though. "good thing you're so pretty mingles, who knows where you'd be without it."

[pickledonyun]

𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙟𝙤𝙗 - 𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨

genre: crack (technically yeosang x fem!reader but it's complicated?)

warning: blood mentioned (someone has a knife and they're stupid), also.... everyone is stupid

summary: you don't hate your summer job at the ice cream shop, you just hate that you're working this shift practically alone-- that's all. it doesn't help that the new guy struggles in the brain cell department and the most beautiful man you've ever seen is in line.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: would you believe that I usually only write angst? l o l. thanks for reading my first ever tumblr fic and I hope you enjoy it (: thanks to my actual wife @bangchxnnie for helping me figure out how posting here works <3 marry me (again)

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There’s no real reason that working at an ice cream shop should be hard. It’s not good for anemic hands, maybe, or anyone who hates to see children smile. But the job itself, aside from the annoying intricacies of any food service work, should not be hard. 

That’s what makes sense to you, anyway. But alas, here you are— at ten before midnight, elbows deep in Beach Day while the himbo you’d had no time to train attempts and fails repeatedly to refund a particularly angry lady’s money. 

It’s fine. You absolutely will not cry— not when there’s a line of people out the door, their skin sunkissed and sticky from sea spray. You’d love for them all to leave, but you’re not an asshole. 

“Breezy, I need you to swap with me.” You say. 

“Nah, it’s breezy.” The kid answers. That’s where his self-inflicted nickname came from. You don’t even know his real name. The register beeps again, the red error message popping up. He’s trying to— what? You’ve never even seen that error before. In your four summers here, you’ve never seen it a single time.

You peel your gloves off and approach the register. “Go help the group of boys at the back.” You say, gesturing to a group of particularly pretty friends that just walked through the door. 

The kid, obviously unable to read the room, shoots you with finger guns. “Breezy.” He says. He walks as leisurely as possible towards them. You’re going to kill him. 

After the rush, though. 

You step up the register, a very fake and very apologetic smile on your face. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. Just give me one second.” 

“I’ve been waiting for this refund for fifteen minutes!” She snaps. It’s a lie, a complete exaggeration, and her voice carries. You can feel the stares of the other patrons on you, their conversations dampening just slightly at the commotion.  

You apologize again and click the proper buttons. Her refund receipt prints just a moment later. “I’m sorry again, ma’am. Have a blessed night.” 

That’s food-service for ‘fuck you’. 

Breezy walks over after a few moments, emerging from the back. “Yo, ice-mommy, I cut my finger.” 

You can do nothing but blink at the mortifying nickname. And then you look at Breezy’s finger, which is hardly attached at the tip. Your eyes widen and you usher him back into the back of the building. “Breezy, what?” You ask. “Why did you even have a knife? Why were you back here?” 

Breezy just shrugs. You grab your cell phone and call your boss, quickly explaining the situation. Your boss tells you that she will call Breezy’s mom. After you ensure that the kid isn’t going to bleed out, and that everything is sanitary, you wash your hands and return to the front. 

“I’m sorry.” You apologize. Your body is tense with the anxiety of now being a one-woman show. The line, at least, hasn’t gotten any longer. That group of boys are the last ones in line. You do your best to help everyone quickly and efficiently, but you can only move so fast. By the time you get to them you are nearly in tears and your hands are shaking. At least Breezy already gave half of them their ice cream before he cut off his finger. You finish up their orders, careful to avoid eye contact because one of them in particular is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and then meet them at the register.

The especially pretty one pays, and you only charge him for six of the eight ice creams. It’s sort of an apology for them having to wait so long. ”I’m really sorry.” You say again, thanking him for his patience. 

He shrugs, a sweet smile on his face. “It’s okay. They’re like toddlers, they entertain themselves.” 

You glance over at the others, who have claimed a slightly too-small table by the window. The two tallest are arguing over something, and they’re doing it rather intensely. 

“They tried to drown each other at the pier this morning.” He adds, “I promised them that if they behaved I’d buy them ice cream.” 

“Effective.” You laugh, and it’s a pleasant sound. You’re about to say something else when you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

“The bleeding won’t stop.” Breezy says. 

“Breezy, you can’t be up here if you’re bleeding—” You begin, placing your hands on Breezy’s shoulders to usher him to the back again. “Did you apply pressure?” 

“Mom says I’m not supposed to pressure people into things.” 

“Applying pressure to your wound is not the same thing.” You say, and for some reason there are tears welling up in your eyes because how is he this stupid? 

“But what if it doesn’t want to?”

“Doesn’t want to what, Breezy?” 

He shrugs. He just shrugs. You can’t help the frustrated whine that escapes your lips. “I’m going to fucking kill Jongho for taking this weekend off.” 

“Isn’t he graduating from magic school?

“What did you smoke before your shift?” You ask. It’s a genuine question, unfortunately. 

Breezy shrugs. 

You’re crying when you return to the front. You don’t cry at work much. But you can’t help it.

And then you see the pretty guy from earlier, except now he’s standing there with an ice cream cone that you’re sure wasn’t his. He smiles kindly at you. “I’m really sorry for bothering you, but I think this may be peanut butter instead of caramel. I wouldn’t care but it’s Yunho’s and he’s got a really severe peanut allergy.” 

You can’t help it. You start weeping. Absolutely sobbing. The boy blinks at you, face distraught, but you can’t stop. 

“I’m sorry–” He apologizes, but you hold up a hand. 

“It’s not even you.” You blubber. “It’s just, Breezy’s being peer pressured by his fingers and Jongho’s graduating magic school and I’m pretty sure he’s going to need an amputation.” 

“Oh my god, he’s having an amputation?” He gasps.

You cry a little bit harder and walk away. The interaction is too far gone, anyway. It only takes a few seconds to fix the nutless ice cream cone, and you return it to him with high hopes that he doesn’t report you to the health department for crying in the front of house. “Here you go.” You say. “You know Jongho, right? Tell me your name so I can let him know you came by.” 

“Yeosang.” He answers, and fuck, it’s precious. He’s precious. You’re going to slam your head against the wall. 

“Okay, Yeosang. I’ll let him know. Just, if you see him, maybe don’t mention magic school. Or the amputation.” 

Yeosang nods, a slightly-amused, slightly-terrified look on his face, and then he goes back to his table to give Yunho his nut-free ice cream cone. 

As if summoned, your phone begins to ring. It’s none other than Jongho, your best friend and least favorite coworker. You step to the side so that you’re hidden by a cooler and wipe at your face. “Hello?”

“I buried the body but I dunno what to do next.” 

“What body?” You grumble.

“Your mom’s.” 

“Fuck off.” You say, a hand pressed to your eyes. “What do you want?” 

“I was just wondering how Mingi was doing on his shift.” Jongho says. You rack your brain for a face to attach to the name.

“Mingi?” You say. “Who the fuck is Mingi?” 

“You know? Tall blonde guy, a little disturbed.” 

“Breezy?!”

“Who the fuck is Breezy?” 

“I can’t talk to you right now.” You snap, tears already welling back up in your eyes. “I just sobbed in front of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life and told him you were getting an amputation by accident.”

“You’re really nothing without me, huh? I leave for one day–”

You hang up on him. Jongho can suck your big–

“Excuse me?” 

You shove your phone in your pocket, mortified, and smile kindly. Your face is still damp from your tears. “How can I help you?”

“I just felt so bad for making you remake my ice cream that I wanted to repay the favor.” He says. It’s Yunho, then– a big puppy dog looking kid. He’s adorable. 

“It’s okay, really.” You promise, and you mean it. “Your health and safety is more important!”

He shrugs. “Still, thank you.” He says. He holds out a folded piece of paper.

You take it hesitantly. When you open it, a phone number is scrawled inside. You’re just about to politely decline when he points in Yeosang’s direction. “It’s a gift on my behalf for being difficult.”

Did he just give you Yeosang’s number as an apology? You glance between at the paper, then Yeosang, then the paper. Yeah. He did.

Your face grows hot, and you shove the paper into your pocket. He was absolutely not supposed to hear you say that Yeosang was the hottest man you’d ever seen. “Thank you.” You murmur, desperate to crawl in a hole and die. 

Yunho leans closer. “Promise me you’ll text him?” He asks. 

You hesitate, but then you nod. 

You’re met with a bright smile, and then Yunho’s gone. The paper feels heavy in your pocket, but it’s a weight you find you don’t mind carrying. 

“Yo, ice-mommy.” 

When you turn back around, Breezy is standing there with a smile on his face. “I didn’t peer pressure my finger, but we talked it out. Consensus gentium and all that. It stopped bleeding. We’re cool. It said, right on, Mingi, right on. ”

There’s not even a way to begin to process what he just said. You gesture at his hand, which he has a paper towel wrapped around. “You’ve literally cut a piece of your finger off.”

Breezy just shrugs.

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[yuyubeans]

I’m literally obsessed with nerd ateez with the first time with you🙏🤭

2:41

pairing: mingi himself low-key

genre: smut + request

wc:

NO OMG AHHHHH

this is mingi, I actually don't care, he's the type of nerd to beg you to have sex with him after the first date, his bedroom full of hentai books and shit, with a cute little cum stained body pillow on his bed, and he's such a big perv when you actually get to it, begging for you to be on top so he can grope your body, turns into a dumb little himbo tbh, doesnt even know how to use his big pretty cock,

"please... you can go harder, I'm your good boy"

a/n: LIKE OMG I NEED HIM

[mingisaddctn]

ateez as reverse tropes

based on this post

too much communication

definitely giving this one to wooyoung. this b doesn't know when to shut up and the story would go something like meeting him every so often and being interrupted each second that passes. he will keep on blabbering, yapping, chit chatting without taking a breath and the only way to shut his trap would be with your lips — ooh so unpredictable.

strangers to enemies

captain. hongjoong. he own this one. i can totally see you meeting at a coffee shop, the hot guy next in line with his phone in hand, too distracted to see you passing by hurried and bumping onto his shoulder, spilling your drink on his well fit clothes. starting of a new hateful relationship <3

academic rivals except it's two teachers who compete to have the best class

let me lay this on you; college is hard, but it's even harder when you're one of the professors trying to get the good class, while having another very competitive one — park seonghwa — stealing them from you. sexual tension up in the air, can't you feel it?

accidentally kidnapping the mafia boss

SAN. SAN. bonus if woo was your partner. imagine that you are broke as shit and get the opportunity of a lifetime to just grab some random guy out of the street one day, and offered a bunch of money for that. easy right? WRONG. it's actually the mafia boss that you never expected. hot.

everyone is convinced you aren't actually dating

yeosang. he can be a very oblivious boy but imagine if the cards were reversed and everyone else was like him and didn't believe that you two have a relationship. you could beg, kiss, fuck in front of them and they would dismiss you like haha yea sure you guys are dating. totally belieavable.

himbo ceo who runs the company into the ground

at first look, song mingi can be very intimidating. he exhales that air of superiority and you almost feel like you should bow in his presence. but actually, his mind is actually very silent and his only worries are whether he had breakfast or not. such a dumb boy, at least he's hot. and he has no idea of what he's doing either.

too many beds

jongho knew that the business trip you two had to take over the weekend was going to be awkward... every since he learned about your feelings and when you two arrived at the hotel your heart sank to the ground after hearing from the receptionist that the room he booked had only one... bunk bed. and he already claimed the top one.

too hot to cuddle

yunho can be such a teddy bear, you wished nothing more than to hold him tight and never let go — except that his body felt like a fucking furnace. how could you lay in his arms when you were sweating buckets?

[renjugyu]

ᝰ.ᐟ ando meio obcecada com homens meio himbo, bobinhos e mente vazia!! (mas não realmente). é mais sugestivo, mas -18 passem longe, pfv!!

falando sobre: mingyu, soonyoung, juyeon, san, mingi!!!!, juyeon

Homens que podem ter ideias brilhantes e um raciocínio impecável quando se trata de lidar com situações urgentes. Podem ser minuciosos com o trabalho manual, com olhos quase sem piscar para os mínimos detalhes. Então, sim, de fato, há muito conhecimento retido. Mas, por outro lado, esses também são homens cuja mente derrete quando percebem sua presença; tornam-se dóceis demais, com sorrisos bobos, perseguindo sua figura pela casa, quase apaixonados por cada respiro seu.

Fazem beicinho quando lhes é negada a possibilidade de se aconchegarem em você o dia todo, impossibilitados de ficarem grudados em você tanto quanto seria possível.

Que, para eles, não há um único pensamento plausível e nítido enquanto suas línguas rodeiam o biquinho dos seus seios, gemendo extasiados, sentindo prazer em ver você sentindo prazer

Homens que se encaixam entre suas coxas, mordiscando sua perna, quase tremendo de felicidade, enquanto tentam agir como se não estivessem borbulhando de empolgação (na verdade, eles falham bastante nisso)

[lovdlydaz]

𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴.

switch!mingi x switch!san x black!afab!reader

your boys are so dumb and in love sometimes, not knowing what or how to act around you or in public. you adore them though, but their affection can be too much for you sometimes.

warnings: fluff to smut, himbo energy, p in v, unprotected sex, praise, slight choking, slight pain kink, spanking if you squint, everyone is switches, oral (m and f receiving), js some himbo sex enjoy

a/n: i absolutely adore the idea of lovesick himbos mingi and san, they’re literally the definition of himbo energy. also ive been brainrotting on them since they’re my biases so yeah—anyways, enjoy lovelies! i just need to get this off my chest before i continue the txt series.

you loved your boys to the ends of the earth, you would do anything for them. they gave you so much energy, so much life, and they knew exactly how to make you happy whenever you were sad or stressed out about work or school. they would always give you hugs and cuddles, share their food with you and make up fun little games that you all could play in order to make you smile. they knew everything about you, and that’s what you loved about them.

so, you came home yet again feeling extremely stressed due to the amount of work your boss had put on you to do before the end of your shift. you were tired and just ready to go to bed, but your boys were on the couch playing video games and trying to kill their opponent. once they saw you slug through the door they paused the game, san coming up to you and wrapping his arms around you. “what’s wrong babe? another tough day?” he asked, to which you nodded. mingi got up and hugged you from behind, leaning his head down and smelling the nape of your neck.

your perfume you wore always never seemed to fade away, even as the day went on. you almost never reapplied it either, which mingi could smell but you still smelled like heaven. he looked up at san and gave him a look, which the man nodded. they both then pulled away from you and you were about to fall asleep from their body heat, but you stopped yourself and stayed upright to see what they had planned. you could only see through blurry eyes that they were going into your shared bedroom, closing your eyes for a little until you heard loud screaming—there they were.

they both had on princess tiaras and earrings, some pretty makeup and plump lips. you wondered how they did that so fast; but you didn’t question it. however, what you did notice was how they also had gotten into your wardrobe and got dressed that you normally didn’t wear, squeezing into them and giggling. once you realized how far they really went to make you smile your face beamed, giggling softly and looking up at the both of them. “you guys! you both look so funny—how did you even manage to fit in these?” you walked up to them and started to touch all over their dresses, smiling the entire time.

“well, apparently san knew how to put on a dress, and i just thought of it the same as wearing a long shirt—i was so wrong,” mingi exhaled, smiling once he felt your tiny hands on his body. “i only know how to put on a dress because of a concert we had that one time and i had to wear something like a dress—remember that mingi?” he asked, mingi nodding and grinning. “yeah! you looked so cool man. i wish i got to wear the cool stuff during our concerts…” he pouted, making you turn to him. “mingi, you’re one of the only people who GET to wear the cool outfits. you can’t complain,” he told him, making mingi frown but giggle after. “yeah… i guess you’re right y/n. but… do you feel better now?” he asked, both of your puppy-eyed boyfriends staring straight at you to see what you would say.

you just cheesed and laughed, nodding your head as you got out your phone. “yes, yes i do! now smileee!” you singsonged, the two men posing as you took pictures of them. once you were done you pocketed your phone, hugging them both and they wrapped your arms around you smaller form. you pulled away after a minute and looked up at the both of them, their smiles never wavering with your own.

now you three were in bed, cuddled up together and watching a movie on the big TV san had bought for your birthday. it was one of your favorite movies and, while the boys didn’t necessarily understand it, they never said anything because it always made you smile. you were the light of their lives, seeing you was the one thing that motivated them to get up in the morning. they felt like your relationship would last until the day they die. nobody could really ever break the three of you apart.

you say between the two men, basically using them as a sort of blanket even though you had one on all of you. you watched the movie with gleaming eyes, and san happened to notice that your hands were staying on your body instead of wondering like they normally would. so, he grabbed your hand and placed it in his lap, holding it but never taking his eyes off the movie. of course mingi didn’t notice this, but he wrapped his arms around you to keep you even warmer. your cuddle sessions were the best in your opinion, and you could never ever not be satisfied by the end of it.

however, there was a certain scene during the movie that always had you blushing, when the love interest and protagonist were doing some unholy things. now the hand that was on san’s lap tried to move away, but the bigger man kept it there. he knew how flustered you got with this scene, even though you watched this movie about a hundred times, this part always made you flustered. mingi knew as well, and he used it to put his hand on your thigh, running it slowly up your pajama shorts near your womanhood. you gulped, catching san’s attention.

“what’s wrong pretty girl? movie too much for you?” he purred, getting close to your ear and kissing right underneath it, near your jawline. you shivered and started to feel yourself getting aroused, whimpering softly as the men continued on. you understood why watching movies like this was a bad idea with them around, they were men in their mid twenties whose libidos were through the roof. especially with you. their dicks and muscles talked more than their brain half the time, but you enjoyed that more than you would like to admit.

now here you were, spread on the bed while san was nose deep in your pussy. mingi sat behind you, fondling your breasts and pressing his plump lips against your darker skin. “fuck baby, lookin’ so good for both of us aren’t you?” he mumbled against your skin, causing you to let out a desperate whimper as san continued with his tongue. “tastes just like chocolate too, so delicious and sweet,” the smaller man panted, going back to indulge himself in your taste. both their cocks were rock hard and throbbing against their boxers, mingi not really being secretive that you were turning him on.

he rolled his hips against your back, moving a hand away from your breasts to grab your braids, pulling them back and forcing your head back. you gasped before his lips pressed against your own, drool escaping from the disgustingly desperate kiss. you could feel your orgasm coming the more san’s tiny yet skilled tongue moved against your labia and your clit. he was eating you so good, tasting your sweetness on his tongue and making him go insane. he was so easy to get pussy drunk, you did that to him. both of your boys were so easily under the influence, your pussy had a spell on them that they couldn’t get enough of.

you pulled away from the kiss and just laid your head against mingi’s shoulder, moaning the closer you got to orgasm. “f—fuck— sannie, min— fuck!” you cried out the last part, legs shaking as your orgasm flowed all over san’s tongue. he slurped up every single bit of your juices, mingi massaging your breast and holding your neck. “good girl, that’s our good girl. now give us some more for the night yeah? can you do that baby?” he cooed, you still in the aftershocks of your orgasm but drunkly nodding. “mhm, can give y’all some more,” you breathed out, making mingi smirk.

meanwhile, when san finished he stood up from the bed, a wet spot on his boxers as he panted from the pure desire beaming within him. he looked up at you and mingi, climbing onto the bed and pressing his thinner lips against yours. you kissed back, your plump lips smearing the lipstick and lip gloss all over his lips. mingi’s hand was still around your neck, leaning down to press more kisses against your jawline and neck. you loved this attention, and they knew that. so, they stopped kissing you and moved you onto san’s lap, right against his boner that was begging to come out of their clothed confines.

san looked down at your smaller form, your braids falling over your shoulders and your lipgloss smeared all over your lips. your big e/c eyes gave him that look that made him lose his mind, so best believe he was going to give it to you good. he lifted you up softly to pull down his boxers, kicking them to the ground and sitting you back on his lap. your ass was grinding right up against his leaking hard on, making him suck in a breath and look back at mingi. the blonde haired man had his cock in his hand, stroking softly as he stared at the both of you. “go on, let her sit on it.” he commanded the black haired man, making him nod his head and grip your hips with enough tightness to have them bruise in the morning.

you looked back at san, since your back was against his chest. “please sannie, use me,” you begged oh so sweetly, you were too much for them both. that was all the black haired man needed to hear before he shoved you all the way his thick cock, hearing your sweet voice cry out with pleasure and shock. he let out a breathy moan at the feeling of your tightness around him so suddenly. you smirked down at him, grabbing his chin softly and rubbing his lip with your thumb. “you feel s’good around me sannie… such a big boy fuckin’ me,” you groaned out, making his cock twitch up inside you.

mingi watched you two with hungry eyes, he wanted in on the action but watching you start to grind your hips down on san and seeing his eyes roll back with pleasure had his attention more than his cock did, you were so sexy. your lashes fluttering with each movement, big plump lips glossy and covered with everyone’s spit as sweet moans escaped your throat. the sweet sound of your moans made the two men go absolutely insane, san’s cock was twitching madly inside of you because of how sweet you were.

mingi got an idea. he crawled over to the both of you, stopping your hips with a hard grip of your hips, tapping san’s shoulder and making him turn his head. he then whispered something in his ear, making san nod his dazed head and lay down. mingi grabbed your face and opened your mouth, spitting into it and making you swallow. you looked so dazed and you loved the messiness, it was so hot how a switch would flip inside them every time you three had sex.

the blonde was hovering over san’s face, his shaved hole right over the man’s mouth. the tallest had made sure to wash himself good too, since he didn’t want his friend and lover to taste something disgusting inside him. san’s little black eyes were hazed and filled with desire, his hands reaching up to grab mingi’s hips. he then forcefully pulled the man down to his face, basically suffocating himself with mingi’s ass. the blonde gasped and moaned softly, while his hands still holding your face guided it down to where his cock was. “fuck— suck it baby, know you can,” he grunted, you not needing to be twice before your whole mouth wrapped around his tip, your hand grabbing the parts that weren’t inside your mouth.

mingi’s eyes rolled back with pleasure, the overwhelming sensation of his boyfriend eating him out while his girlfriend sucked his dick made him lose his mind, and he loved it. san was enjoying this as well, because he was getting harder inside you and you weren’t even moving. you were getting wetter around him from hearing them both groan and whimper because of how good the sex was, you needed another orgasm.

you were on your knees and san’s hips were completely on the bed, not moving until he noticed how much your hole clenched and unclenched around him. he decided to start moving his hips, thrusting up into you and forcing your head to fly back in a frenzy. you moaned so loudly, mingi whining from the loss of contact and eyes begging you to continue. you of course didn’t see them so he grabbed your face and pushed you back onto his cock, moaning because of how good your wet mouth felt. your braids were all over the place now, sticking to your skin as sweat glistened over your chocolate body.

mingi’s eyes couldn’t believe himself, the two hottest people in the world were eating him out and sucking his dick. from watching you and san break underneath him he came in just a few minutes, filling your mouth up with his hot and tasty seed. you swallowed all you could, trying to get every last drop to savor the flavor. he rolled his eyes back and laid his head back, hands accidentally landing on san’s shoulders and pressing his whole weight onto them. san softly smacked mingi’s ass to tell him to let up, but all that elicited out of him was a moan. so, san did it again, this time harder, and the man got the message.

he let up on san, moving his ass up from his face and letting the man breathe. the black haired man’s face was covered in saliva, but he looked pleased with himself. he was still so close to orgasm, he needed something more to help him get there though. your pussy was more than enough but, he just needed more. so, mingi leaned down and kissed those thin yet cherry red lips of his, and that made him cum. you were riding him the whole time, moaning as he filled you up.

you came soon after, clamping around his sensitive cock and moaning alongside him. after a minute or so you got off of his cock, mingi staring at your creamy brown pussy ooze of you mixed contents. “c’mere honey, lemme eat you,” he panted, grabbing you softly and pulling you towards him. he laid down and sat you on his face, you rolling your eyes back as he devoured you. san was back up and kissing your lips, you whimpering into his mouth as mingi cleaned you up. after a good few minutes you came into his mouth, him cleaning up that substance as well.

after another minute or so you tapped his thigh, moving your hips away to signal your overstimulation. he let you do so, since he knew that you had work in the morning and he didn’t want you to be too late. however, he smack your ass a few times before letting you come up, you gasping at the smacks and rolling your eyes back.

san watched and bit his lip, his cock twitching but not coming back to life. mingi’s surprisingly hadn’t come back to life either, but that was because it took all his power not to get hard. you looked up at the both of them, your lashes almost falling off your face due to the sweat making the adhesive wear away, you were panting and shaking because of how good you had just felt.

your boys laid down with you, smiling and giggling because of how sweet you looked. you were so fucked out, and they knew how good they made you feel. they hugged you as you slowly drifted off, not before mumbling a sweet “good night”, to which they responded with in-unison “good night babe!” before you were out like a light. the other two stayed up to watch you, giggling and laughing while they watched you sleep. however, they did go to sleep after a few hours, and you all looked so peaceful together.

you loved your himbo boys, and they loved you. they may be air headed and think with their muscles half the time, but they knew exactly how to make you feel better and how to fuck you good. they were your world, and you were theirs. it was mutually a really great relationship.

© gg 2023. dividers were made by me. do not steal, use, or repost my work without my consent. reblogging/interaction is welcomed.

[kitten4sannie]

15 - ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ - ᴍɪɴɢɪ

ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ

pairing: himbo bf! mingi x fem! reader feat. yunho, san, and seonghwa

genre: college/frat au, smut

summary: your boyfriend is really bad at taking hints.

w.c: 2.7k

warnings: alcohol use, weed mention, switch! mingi, switch! reader, mingi has a big dick, pet names, name calling, dirty talk, grinding, begging, unprotected sex (don’t be like them), bulge kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, poor attempt at humor

a/n: love me a good himbo <3 this man is dumb in this just how i like themmm. also the song i imagine playing during the dance scene is “deep” by summer walker <3

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You never particularly enjoyed the drink options at frat house parties. They only ever had giant kegs full of cheap beer, along with an endless supply of Tito’s vodka, swearing they had a life supply stocked up in the basement. When you asked Mingi’s friend Yunho where the soda was, all he did was shake his head and say in a slurred voice, “Coach said we gotta cut out sugar.” You genuinely wondered if he was trying to make a joke or if he was 100% serious, but the serious lack of anything chaser-related was making you think he wasn’t lying to you. It seemed like football players were fueled by countless liters of alcohol and protein powder alone. No wonder they were so aggressive on the field.

“Here,” Yunho said, handing you a solo cup filled to the brim with beer, his reddened eyes still friendly and bright. “My brother makes it himself.” You gave him a smile and a thanks, before scanning the crowd for Mingi. 

Once you found him, you took a few sips of the watered-down beer Yunho gave you, zoning in and out of the heated conversation your boyfriend was having with his friends about whether professional sports were rigged or not.

“Baby, can you please back me up?” Mingi asked in a whiny voice, snaking an arm around your waist, fingers squeezing you, his plump lips forming a pout. “Tell Seonghwa how stupid he is for thinking sports are fake.”

God, he was so fucking cute. You needed him. Needed to see him pout when he begged you to bounce on his dick. 

Taking a long swig of the glorified water, you cleared your throat, leaning your body against Mingi’s. “Seonghwa, I think it’s really bold of you to assume they’re all fake, and honestly, I think you might just be in denial since your teams never win.” 

The rest of Mingi’s drunk companions erupted in low ‘ooh’s’ and ‘damns’, some of them nodding their heads in agreement. San, who was already fucked up, made a show out of his reaction, smacking Seonghwa’s shoulder with his hand and pointing a finger at him, grinning at his friends. “He literally never bets on the right team. It’s so fucking funny.” 

Irritated, Seonghwa scoffed and rolled his eyes, taking a drink of his beer with one hand shoved into his pocket. “Where’d you find this one, Mingi?” 

“Don’t start.” Mingi clutched you against his side defensively, taking a sip from his drink. “Or else I’ll put hot chili oil in your jockstrap, like I did during your hazing.” 

That shut Seonghwa up, leading him to hold his hands up in defeat. Mingi idly stroked your hair while continuing his conversation with his friends, this time talking about their favorite plays from last night’s game. You went back to being bored, but this time your mind was swimming with thoughts of Mingi stroking your hair while his cock was down your throat. 

That was it. You needed to jump into action. However, you didn’t want to be too forward, not wanting to ask for Mingi’s cock in front of at least a quarter of the football team — though a part of you wanted them to know that he was about to pound you into oblivion. 

“Baby, I’m so cold,” you whined softly, looking up at Mingi with the cutest expression you could conjure up, rubbing your bare arms up and down. “Can you warm me up?” 

“Of course, doll.” Mingi let go of you and pulled his letterman jacket off, leaving him in a plain white, rather tight-fitting t-shirt. He put it over your shoulders, smiling at you. “Better?” As soon as you nodded and gave you a small smile back, he went back to talking to his buddies.

Damn. Too subtle. You weren’t about to give up, though. After staring into the distance for a while, idly sipping on your beer and still wishing you had access to a coke, you hatched another plan. Feeling ecstatic when a R&B song finally came on, knowing it would be easier to get into instead of the rap that was blasting out of the speakers a minute ago, you rubbed your hand up Mingi’s waist, lifting yourself up on your heels to murmur into his ear, “Baby, I want to dance. I really like this song.” 

Ignoring San’s begs for him to duel him in a game of beer pong, Mingi pressed a kiss to your temple, slipping his hand underneath his oversized jacket to touch the small of your back. “Let’s go then.” 

Maybe he was being subtle, too. How hot of him. “Yay~” You pulled his jacket off and walked over to Yunho, who was talking to someone else. You gave him the jacket, and in turn, he gave you a quick smile and put it over his shoulder to look after. 

Once the two of you were on the dance floor, which was just the oversized living room filled with drunken, sweaty people, you turned away from Mingi and pressed yourself into him, running your hands down your snug dress along to the tempo of the music. Mingi placed his hands instinctively on your swaying hips, moving along with you, leaning himself down to press his lips onto your jaw. Completely immersed in your own world, the bass thumping inside your ears, you began grinding on him in a more deliberate way, his heavy cock growing hard against your ass, making your brain feel fuzzy.

“Baby, they can see us, you know,” he mumbled under his breath, trying to pretend he couldn’t see Yunho waving at him from the kitchen and giving him a thumbs up. He definitely wouldn’t look at San, who was grabbing his imaginary tits and moaning obnoxiously loud. And he didn’t even notice Seonghwa staring at the both of you with contempt, even though there was a faint blush on his cheeks. 

You, however, noticed and acted accordingly. “Let them watch.” Placing your hands over his and guiding them up your body, you arched your back, squeezing your tits using his hands instead. Curious, you glanced over at the kitchen, finding Mingi’s friend's dumbstruck expressions to be particularly entertaining. That would give them something to talk about, instead of rambling about football for another hour. 

“Mmm…” Mingi buried his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, slowly brushing his fingers over your nipples through the thin material of your dress. 

Your plan finally worked, in the best way possible, more turned on knowing his friends were watching, but not being able to do more than that and having to live through Mingi when he explained all the different times you unraveled for him. He always made sure to leave out the countless times he did that, since he always ended up drooling and begging for you to make him cum with your tight cunt. 

It took one more roll of your boyfriend’s hips and a single tit squeeze for you to sigh, “Fuck, Mingi, you’re making me feel so hot…” 

Mingi suddenly ceased all movement as a loading screen appeared inside his mind. “You were cold just a second ago.” He tilted his head, idly rubbing your arms and feeling how warm they were, before bringing his lips to your ear, his voice laced with concern when he asked, “Yeah, you feel really hot. You’re not getting a fever, are you, doll?” His eyebrows rose with concern, his lips forming a pout once again. “You kissed me a bunch before practice earlier – and, oh my god, babe, you sucked my dick. That’s like, direct contact, right?” He gasped, clasping a hand to his face, his concern almost borderline comical, but the poor frat boy was completely serious. “Do you think I’ll get a fever too now? I can’t miss practice!”

“No, baby, that’s not…” You bit your lip, too desperate to have him inside you to get annoyed. Turning around, you ran your hands up his torso, from his abdomen to his pecs, suggesting gently, “You know, a good way to get rid of a fever is to sweat it out, Min. Come with me.” 

Once you led your boyfriend to the nearest empty bedroom, you shut the door and pushed him down onto the bed, licking your lips at the sight of him. Mingi was laying down on the mattress with his limbs spread out, his shirt just barely riding up past his hips, revealing his treasure trail. He observed his surroundings, taking note of the plushies sitting next to the pillows, before looking up at you with vague confusion. “This is San’s room. Why are we here?”

“Why do you think, baby?” you asked softly, kicking your heels off, prior to climbing onto the bed and crawling towards him, your body buzzing with anticipation. 

Mingi gave you a sweet smile, running his fingers through his soft brown hair, slowly leaning his head against the firm pillow behind his head. “You want to sleep?” 

“No, baby…” you started, straddling his lap and gazing down at him with love and lust in your hooded eyes, your hand settling on his broad chest. “I want to play…”

Mingi admired you, slowly running his hands from your thighs up to your waist, taking your words literally like he usually did. “Like Legos? I think Seonghwa has some in his room.” 

You couldn’t possibly get mad at Mingi, finding it adorable how incredibly dense he was. It was a good thing he had such a thick skull; it would definitely prevent him from getting any more head injuries whenever he collided with another player on the field. It was probably time to stop being coy and just tell him what you wanted point blank. No nuance. No hints. Just your raw desire. 

 “I want to ride your cock, Min. So bad. All night I’ve been thinking about you stretching me out,” you admitted, biting the tip of one of your fingers. Your thighs pressed into his hips, your core throbbing at the thought of impaling yourself on his oversized dick for the sake of being filled by your favorite football player. “Please, Min. I’ve been such a good girl.” 

The cogs moved inside Mingi’s head for a moment, then his eyes lit up, his lips forming a wide grin. “Is that why you were rubbing all over me back there? Why didn’t you just say that, baby? You know I’m bad at taking hints.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” you started, lifting your dress off of yourself and tossing it onto the comforter, revealing you only had a small, lacy pair of panties on. “I should’ve just bent myself over the kitchen counter and asked you to fuck me dumb in front of your friends, huh? They’d like a little post game show, don’t you think?” 

Mingi groaned at the thought of railing you while his friends gave him pointers from the sidelines, growing hard underneath you. “You’re so hot, baby. So hot and so slutty for me.” He reached down to unbuckle his belt, popping it open, just for your greedy hands to do the rest of the work, eventually pulling his long, veiny cock out. 

Since you’ve been dripping pretty much the entire night, you were confident that you could take your boyfriend’s dick for a ride without needing lube. “You want me to bounce on your big cock, Min?” you asked sweetly, rubbing your soaked cunt back and forth across his dick, hearing him let out a small moan instead of a groaning sound. “Hm? Or do you want to fuck me senseless and make me cum all over your friend’s sheets?” 

“Please, ride my dick, baby…” he murmured, starting to whine from your change of pace, feeling your pussy slipping and sliding all over his sensitive spots, the tip beginning to leak pre-cum. “Pleaseeee, I need it so bad. I need it so fucking bad.” 

"Mmm, I suppose you've had enough, Min." You slid yourself to the tip and lifted it up just enough to begin pushing it inside, whimpering from being stretched out so intensely. Lowering yourself inch by inch, you ran your hands up underneath Mingi's shirt, lifting it up to see the defined softness of his pecs, grabbing and squeezing them.

Mingi arched his back slightly, biting and tugging at his lower lip when you finally bottomed out, the both of you moaning in unison. "Ride me, baby. Come on," he whined impatiently, running his hands over yours, guiding them down along his abs, enjoying the way your warm hands felt on his skin.

"Give me a minute," you replied in a strained voice, taking in a few deep breaths, waiting for the low burning sensation to subside.

Mingi lifted his hand up to press against your lower stomach, feeling the hard outline of his cock. "Baby's so full of me. You're such a good girl for taking my cock like this."

Something inside you switched, encouraging you to begin fucking yourself on his length, moaning, "Yeah, I'm a good girl...such a good girl for you, Min..."

"Yeah, you are," he exhaled, grabbing you by your hips and waiting for each moment you dropped yourself down to thrust himself into your tight hole, your breathy, high-pitched moans like music to his ears. "Fuck, I can feel you throbbing. It's so good, isn't it, doll?"

"So fucking good," you agreed, your lower half already starting to feel heavier, the feeling of getting pounded into by something so large and thick sending you into a state of bliss. "You're gonna make me cum soon..."

Suddenly, the door behind you swung open, and three distinct voices could be heard talking amongst themselves. "So, you're telling me your bong is in that mess on the floor?" Yunho questioned, pointing to the floor, trying to ignore what was going on in the middle of the room, the tips of his ears red and burning.

"Yeah, hold on." San walked into his room like it was just another day and stood near the two of you, giving Mingi a high five when he put his hand out. It must've been a regular occurrence with your boyfriend's previous partners. Personally, you were so dick-drunk, you didn't even care that San was studying the way your tits bounced along with your movements.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, sweetheart," San said, giving you a suggestive smile, before bending over to pick up a few articles of clothing and throwing them to the side, searching for his bong underneath the chaos.

Mingi continued to drill himself into you, his cock throbbing heavily inside you due to being watched by his friends, opting to grab both of your wrists and hold you down, not letting you escape, forcing you to take everything he was giving you. "Baby likes being watched, huh? Is Baby gonna cum from being a little attention whore?"

"Uh-huhhh..." You kept your eyes locked on his, making small whimpers each time he pounded into you, tears forming inside your eyes from having an audience.

"Goddamn..." San mumbled underneath his breath, already holding his bong inside his hand, but staying still, mesmerized by the way your ass routinely bounced when Mingi’s cock slammed inside of you. Seonghwa and Yunho were in similar situations, leaning on each other and watching the both of you with dilated eyes, wondering how the hell Mingi’s giant cock somehow fit inside your small frame without splitting you open.

"I'm...about to cum, doll." He caressed your cheek, wiping a few escaping tears, before glaring at San. "Get out of here, okay? I didn't mind you watching, but you're not about to see me nut."

Disappointed, San let out a long sigh, making eye contact with you when you glanced over at him with barely open eyes, your orgasm building up inside you at a rapid rate. "Maybe next time I can watch you two cum," he mused, only leaving the room with his friends when Mingi grabbed one of the plushies on the bed and tossed it at San's head.

Mingi, still holding your cheeks, pulled you down on top of him, slotting his lips onto yours, his hips still moving at a feverish, somewhat sloppy pace. "Cumming," he mumbled into your mouth, listening to your many muffled cries, slowly pumping his cum into your abused hole.

You melted against him, your body going completely lax, your cunt pulsing heavily, as your arousal poured out of you and dripped past Mingi's inner thighs, seeping into the comforter beneath. "So good...that was so good..." you slurred, even though you weren't drunk from the alcohol.

"I'm glad Baby likes getting dicked down so much," Mingi mused, his voice low and gravelly, reveling in the post-orgasm bliss, rubbing your back in circles. His hand suddenly went stiff, giving you a concerned look.

You pushed a few wet strands of hair behind your ear, tilting your head to the side. "What's wrong, Min?"

He gave you a small pout, his eyebrows drawn together. "My nose feels kind of stuffy.” 

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[yourfatherlucifer]

MDNI

Mingi who loves to make eye contact with you while on stage, when he’s touching his cock through his pants, or thrusting his hips.

Whose aggressive behavior towards you, that you absolutely love. His deep voice, a dream. You love when he dyes his hair.

His confused actions is adorable to you.

I’ve said it before, he’s a himbo. He’s not dumb by any means but he’s gullible. He’s a rough lover in bed, not shy about by any means. Likes wrap his huge veiny hand around your throat, giving it a little squeeze but not enough to choke you.

His grip on your hips will leave bruises, but he doesn’t care. It’s his way of marking you as his.

Mingi who will do absolutely anything for you. He loves to touch the cock bulge on your stomach, he will press down on it to give you more pleasure.

Cares only about your pleasure more than his own.

Loves to pump in his loads of cum into you.

That’s your man.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Went through the tage of your reblog and lmao what did mingi try to do???

rizz up hongjoong?????

that sounds incredibly comedic idk why

it probably won't be mentioned at all in the fic because it's not needed info, but yes😭, mingi indeed tried to rizz up hongjoong at one point-i mean honestly who wouldn't?

but because mingi sometimes straight up radiates dumb blonde energy, he isn't exactly the best at reading the energy of the room😭:

talking way too loud, when he introduces himself, literally almost shouting in his ear. he's almost like a big puppy that doesn't quite understand how big he is.

trying to find some kind of mutual topic of interest and zeroing on the fact that hongjoong is wearing one of those varsity/sport jackets (he knows nothing of the sport, it's fashion) and runs with that, unable to catch the hint that hongjoong has no idea what he's talking about. the poor guy simply nodding and smiling awkwardly while he goes on and on.

in the end he tries to ask him out to which hongjoong replies with the fact that he's been pretty busy with life lately and doesn't have much time to do much else

mingi doesn't get the easy let down and truly thinks that he's busy so he asks for his number to which he gives (because he's not able to find any way to get out of that). mingi texts him the next day and never gets a reply back.

[beatteez]

please write more for mingi 🙏🙏 like a college au anything (if you do those)

thank you sm for the suggestion i would love to. i decided on fluffy mingi, i hope thats okay!

[19:10] - s.mg

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boyfriend!mingi x gn!reader

genre: fluff, college au a/n: mingi is a himbo i stand by that

warnings: kissing in the rain (if thats a warning), collegebf!mingi, himbo!mingi, min is whipped, talks of the painting of cronus (saturn) eating his kid

"babe"

you look over to your right and almost bump heads with your boyfriend who got really close without you knowing.

"whats wrong" you look at him concern taking over your face at his expression. his eyebrows furrowed so much you could assume they were going to touch each other soon.

"why is he eating someone" he looks over at the projector then back at you, shock covering his features now.

"mingi.."

"huh"

"have you been paying attention at all" you question him, now furrowing your eyebrows. he shakes his head, his features softening.

"i was staring at you, then i look over at the screen..." he trails off shivering slightly. you giggle at his actions and point at your notes you've been taking.

"thats one of his sons, he got news that one of them would overrule him, so he decided he would eat all of his kids so that wouldn't happen" you explain to him, his features scrunching up again "try to focus on the class min" you whisper.

"but..you're so pretty when you're focused" he mumbles out. you look at him raising an eyebrow.

"min"

"yes?"

"im not helping you on the next test" his mouth drops open in offense as if you said the most foul thing in the world to him "pay attention to class baby" you say quietly pointing to the front. he pouts turning his head so he's facing the professor.

as you continue with your notes while class finishes up, mingi catching your attention from your peripheral. you look over at him and he quickly turns to face the front again.

"mingi"

"y/n" he says turning to face you. you give him a stern look "i cant help it" he groans "just let me look at my pretty girlfreind" your eyes rolled back slightly and you let out a puff of air in defeat.

"you're so lucky your hot" you mumble, a smile pulling at his lips. he goes to say something but you hold up your hand "shh, let me at least focus" you say.

soon the professor finishes his lecture, letting everyone go. you slide your notebook and computer into your bookbag and look up at mingi whos eyes are already on you.

"ready" he ask a soft smile on his lips, you nod and grab onto his hand that was held out for you. you walked towards the apartment you were sharing with mingi, his hand letting go of yours so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders.

you feel a raindrop hit your cheek then another, your head tilting up, more rain drops. you groan knowing you still have a 5 minute walk to the apartment.

the rain gets heavier and you look over at mingi whos walking with his eye closed. you admire him in the warm tones of the street lights. his hair getting wet already from the rain. the rain hitting his cheeks seem soft and gentle just like him. your heart flutters and you stop walking, mingi turns to face you his eyebrows furrowing again.

"i love you" you say turning to face him.

"i love you too" he mumbles his hands perching on your waist, pulling you close to him. his fingers squeezing softly against your now wet t-shirt. he leans down slowly stopping before your lips touch "such a pretty girl" he mumbles against your lips.

you close the gap connecting your lips with his, a soft but intense spark fills your chest. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, his arms wrapping fully around your waist now. his lips are soft, maybe from the chapstick you applied earlier on him because he was picking at his lips. you scolded him and forced him to use the strawberry chapstick you kept with you. this caused his kiss to be strawberry flavored, a favorite of yours.

you feel him pull away slightly "you can check this off your bucket list" he says giving you another peck. a smile creeps onto your face.

"how do you know about that" you question him smiling.

"you've told me before" he says softly. his voice deep and soothing.

you chuckle softly.

you're boyfriend may not always be the brightest on regular subjects, but when it comes to you hes the smartest person you know.

you pull his head down softly closer to yours to kiss him again, his lips moving in sync with yours, his hands holding you tight against him, your favorite feelings all in one.

"love you so much" he says pulling away mumbling against your lips.

"love you more mings" you say back connecting your lips again.

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[likeathunderoverflow]

So I've been thinking about Ateez as Superheroes

I saw someone say they'd love to see San as Wolverine, and, like, I see the vision but in my brain he's just such a sweetheart. So instead I picked who I think Ateez are most like. Please don't yell at me lol.

San: Captain America/Steve Rogers

Like he's just so sweet and buff, the pride of his hometown, perfectly dorito shaped. 100/10 Cap material. Also husband material.

Hongjoong: Iron Man/Tony Stark

He's just giving Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist. He's the creative thinker, the doer, the leader. Avant garde, witty, but a serious love for those he considers his people.

Seonghwa: War Machine/James Rhodes

Listen, he's HJ's second in command, so an obvious pick. In the same way that War Machine is sassy and sick of everyone's shit so is he. Also I really like the idea of Rhodes building the Stark Tower out of Legos.

Yunho: Spiderman/Peter Parker (duh)

It's not even a question, I will brook no argument. Also, can you imagine him in the suit? I am unwell.

Yeosang: Dr. Strange/Stephen Strange

A little kooky, very dry sense of humor. Seems like he'd make inappropriate use of the sling ring lol. Honorable mention to Hawkeye but only because watching him do archery was akin to how I imagine most men feel watching their favorite sports.

Mingi: Thor

For starters, I need football Mingi to drop kick me off the Sears Tower ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS FIT. Second, I really feel that he and Thor match in terms of Himbo energy as well as ego. Both feel things very deeply and can be easily hurt, but they will also bounce back with some slap stick comedy. Also both princesses.

Wooyoung: The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

Here's the thing, best friends with Captain America is an obvious point. However! Wooyoung has been very open with his feelings of loneliness in the past and Bucky was alone for a long time. I also know WY has this very deep serious side that he occasionally shows but I really think it's the tip of the iceberg. Additionally, sarcasm.

Jongho: The Hulk/Bruce Banner

Sweet, quiet, serious Jongho that can absolutely go apeshit as needed is so fun to me. He has younger siblings, you think he hasn't Hulk Smashed them before? Plus whenever the bear hits a high note with his fierce little scowl it's like watching the Hulk transform. Just *chefs kiss*

[riprenn]

✮⋆˙ ateez as demon slayer characters — a silly thread ⋆˚✮

✮ yeosang as nezuko ✮

— sleepy baby, just gets carried around all day — will pat ur head if you did well — easily overwhelmed but touch his friends once and he will rip you to shreds — like literally into a million pieces — soft, caring, pretty and so loved

✮ wooyoung as doma ✮

— babygirl before he is demon — should I run or kiss him? idc we fucking ball — sassy psychopath king — would eat you (like literally)

✮ yunho as inosuke ✮

— funniest fucking dude on earth without even trying — he is so silly — you could confess ur love to him he would find a meme for it — prettiest creature ever — runs around shirtless all day even though the members tell him to stop

✮ hongjoong as rengoku ✮

— softest leader ever — father figure please give me a damn hug — he would die for you, he would die for his friends (well he did) — gentle art teacher vibes — never disappoint him (please)

✮ mingi as uzui ✮

— just vibing with his 3 girlfriends all day — babygirl!!!!! — bisexual king — probably waits for a tall pretty man to make his poly relationship complete — looks intimidating — would totally fix on and fix off if you ask him to

✮ san as zenitsu ✮

— wants to be strong and fearless sooo bad — starts crying in 0.3 seconds — would totally sleep with plushies at night — himbo energy — silly little dude you need to love him

✮ seonghwa as mitsuri ✮

— girl boss vibe — but so gentle and caring — mom of the group — giving leader vibes but also weird and funny — don't hurt her kids or else!

✮ jongho as tanjiro ✮

— grew up too fast — serious and responsible but actually just a kid — gentle heart, he is so kind and polite — funny without even knowing how to — "oh you /flirted/ with me?" "for the past 2 years thanks for noticing"

[bluehwale]

okay so idk if you’re taking requests or not, BUT BUT BUT could u please write ateez as chb demigods (kind of like the jongho one), the scream i let out when i read demigod on the post was a bit embarrassing tbh

also hi new follower 👋 gonna go stalk ur masterlist/s don’t mind me :))

the rainbow thief | demigods! poly ateez au

02 / ‘the rainbow thief’ masterpost / prev / next

summary. eight demigods find themselves ecstatic over finally mustering up enough courage to let you know about their unbridled feelings for you, only to find a threat looming upon them; a rainbow thief that's set out to steal you.

or alternatively,

your best friends are oblivious to your reciprocating feelings.

pairing(s). ot8 demigods! ateez x daughter of iris! reader (son of hades! hongjoong, son of athena! hwa, son of apollo! yunho, son of poseidon! yeosang, son of zeus! san, son of aphrodite! mingi, son of dionysus! wooyoung & son of ares! jongho)

word count. 3.1k

genre. pure crack, angst if you squint real hard until ur eyes close, tons of fluff, literally the dumbest thing i've written help, basically idiots2lovers, ateez are chronic simps to the point where it's hard to watch, borderline unhinged behavior, they are also himbos!

warnings. alcohol intake (wooyoung and his wine), cursing, not proofread sorry </3

note. hi! this has been sitting in my drafts for a long while and i'm so sorry it took so long to be posted (almost d worded bc of my assignments) anyways, i kinda added a spin on this req by making it a poly fic, i hope you don't mind! thankyou so so much for being my first ever request<3 hv a great day!! ily ^3^ ++ feedback would be greatly appreciated pls i need to improve my writing

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San thinks this is definitely a level nine code red.

To give you an understanding of San’s Catastrophe Indicator, here’s some scale to context; a level eight would be Wooyoung somehow finding out his deepest darkest secret— that he still sleeps with his plushies every night; and a level ten would be getting zapped on the ass by his dad’s lightning bolt (and potentially having to stay in the infirmary for a week). So yes, a level nine is alarming, if not, exceptionally lethal.

It’s been exactly 53 minutes and 46 seconds since San has been watching you enthusiastically converse with an unfamiliar boy who’s sitting a little too close to you for his liking. His heart aches at the way you throw your head back as you let out your endearing giggles and how you teasingly shove his arm while the boy looks over to you with a grin, probably proud of a joke he told that made you laugh.

(It has also been 53 minutes and 46 seconds since the pink haired boy remains frozen behind a tree— the perfect hiding spot, he mused— all the while trembling like a leaf as he struggles to resist the temptation of flying in your direction curled up as a ball to hopefully cannonball the boy off the bench beside you.)

San huffs, he won’t let this be! It’s supposed to be the special day where he and the boys finally let you know about their feelings, and he would rather backflip off a cliff than let this undeniably handsome, seemingly perfect, flawlessly flirty guy who looks like he jumped out of a popular romance anime seduce you!

He falters, however, when he sees you stand up and grasp the boy’s hand to rise along with you. 

The poor boy’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he sees you inch closer to the blue haired boy, a pretty smile evident on your face as he then wraps an arm around you, pulling you close while whispering something into your ear that makes you blush. 

This can’t be happening! 

San’s hands turn jittery as he unconsciously moves away from his hiding spot, needing to get closer to you, his best friend that he’s been hopelessly in love with for years, but he can feel his heart finally breaking when you excitedly pull the boy into a warm embrace.

Snap!

Your head looks up to see San pausing his steps after accidentally stepping on a tree branch with eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights. You innocently wave at him and San prays that the ground would swallow him whole.

He feels his hands grow clammy as he ungracefully dives behind a trash can to (unsuccessfully) hide himself from you and the unfamiliar boy walking together towards his direction. But of course, with the unmistaken pop of his pink hair, it’s hard not to notice him— especially for you.

“San!”

The demigod curses under his breath when he sees you in front of him and sheepishly stands up to meet your amused eyes. The blue-haired boy beside you stifles a laugh with an unconvincing cough and San thinks he hears the male mumble, “Oh, is this one of them—” before you elbow him on the stomach, cutting him off as he groans.

You pay no attention to the boy beside you as he doubles over in pain to clutch his gut, you turn to brightly grin at your best friend instead. “Meet Yeonjun! He just got here yesterday and, oh, he’s an Aphrodite kid! I think you both would get along pretty well.”

San feels his eye twitch. He tunes out your voice that rings throughout the air as you introduce him to your new friend.

A son of Aphrodite. Your new friend.

Aphrodite. The goddess of beauty and love. 

His heart sinks into his stomach.

This might be even worse than a code red level nine.

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“There better be a good reason for San to drag me here in the middle of drafting up my Capture the Flag strategy plans.” Seonghwa, the brain and only hope of the group, crosses his arms and tsks. 

The state of an emergency calls San and Mingi (an Aphrodite kid and the first San ran to for consultation) to round up everyone in the infirmary, an unfitting spot to hold their “emergency meeting” but the two boys couldn’t wait for Yunho’s healer shift to end. Mingi taps his feet anxiously when it looks like San’s unwillingness to speak due to his sullen mood means that he will have to be the one to break the news.

Ever the poster child of rationality, he slowly starts, “We think… _____ might be interested in someone.”

“You mean some people,” Wooyoung cackles, sipping his wine from an ‘I LOVE DIONYSUS’ mug as he gestures to his best friends sitting around in a circle. “There’s nothing to worry about, everyone in camp told me she’s 100% gonna accept our confession. They even think we’re all already dating.” The boy proudly smiles, taking another sip of his wine as his stomach flutters at the thought of you.

“She’s in love with an Aphrodite kid,” San blurts out.

Splatters of red wine burst out of Wooyoung’s mouth when San’s words finally registers in his mind, leaving him to stammer and gape wordlessly as chaos ensues with the rest of the boys.

“What are you talking about?!” gasped Seonghwa, any previous thought of his strategy plans immediately forgotten.

“But— but we were supposed to tell her today!” Yunho, ever in tune with his emotions, wails while his hands slap his face to cover his already leaking eyes. “What are we gonna do with the humongous bouquet I requested the Demeter kids to make last night?!” He reaches out a shaky finger to point at the flower bouquet and an equally large teddy bear taking up a whole corner of the infirmary. 

Amidst the commotion, Mingi locks his arms around Yeosang who seems to have resigned from his body completely and looks like he’d willingly give himself up as lunch for any nearby sea monster. “Guys, calm down, maybe this is all just a misunderstanding—”

“An Aphrodite kid, you say?” interrupted Jongho, already rolling up his sleeves to relieve his bulging biceps from ripping his shirt apart. “What’s this guy’s name and what does he look like?”

“Jongho, you’re not killing anyone—”

“Mingi’s right,” Hongjoong sighs, eerily calm besides the smoke fuming from his nostrils and his eyes that glint devilishly. “Instead of killing him, making him suffer throughout his afterlife sounds much better, I’ll make sure my dad takes note of him.” 

“That’s not what I meant!” interjects Mingi who, still grasping a Yeosang who’s ready to jump up and dash off into the ocean, shoots a desperate look begging for help to the eldest. 

“Maybe he’s trying to seduce her into a pyramid scheme?” Seonghwa supplies weakly, brain racking to find any other reason to support the idea that maybe you’re merely close with this person as friends and not because you’re in love with him.

“And why the fuck would he do that?”

“We demigods aren’t immune to capitalism.”

“It’s hopeless,” counters San, shutting everyone else up. They look over to him with furrowed brows and trembling lips, one that matches his own. “You weren’t there– you didn’t see what I saw. She looked so happy.”

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The eight sulky boys toddle around mopily as they pick apart the romance-themed decorations littered around the hidden area you all claimed as your group’s private hangout place. They can’t help but feel dejected over the fact that you— their best friend who they’ve been in love with for years, like someone else.

“Thought I’d find you guys here.”

Speak of the devil.

Their heads snap to find you walking on the path of rose petals they prepared earlier today, dressed in a baby blue mini dress you reserve only for special occasions instead of your usual get up of the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and jeans. An easy smile rests on your face as you greet your best friends and they can’t help but feel their hearts grow heavier at the sight (except for Yeosang who is too busy panicking over you possibly noticing the ‘We Love You _____!’ banner that is still on display).

“______, what are you doing here?” The glint in your eyes visibly falters at Seonghwa’s question, your excitement twisting into unbridled nerves that settles uncomfortably in your gut when you notice everyone staring at you as if you shouldn’t be here.

Word spreads crazy fast in camp and it didn’t take long for you to overhear about the surprise the boys had planned for you. Although it unsettles you that the boys might be upset at their spoiled attempt of surprising you, you can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of them liking you back after all these years of you believing that your feelings went unreciprocated. 

So imagine your confusion when none of your best friends showed up to lead you to your surprise and that, after happily skipping all the way here, you find them hostile in your presence.

“Uh,” you trail off, nervously picking at the skin around your fingernails as you try to gauge their reactions. “It’s just… I didn’t see any of you today except for San. I missed you guys.”

It seems like that was the wrong thing to say as the boys, to your confusion, suddenly broke in tears.

“You can’t say things like that!” Yeosang hiccups, bringing a hand to his face to wipe the steady stream of tears falling from his eyes and earning broken mutters of agreement from the other boys.

"Wha—What?" you stammer, surprised at their reactions. What’s going on?

“You shouldn’t say things like that when you know we can’t have you.”

“What do you mean? Why can’t you?”

“Because you’re in love with someone else!”

You pause. “Huh?” Any trace of your previous nervousness vanished, instead replaced with rejoicement at the thought of them being jealous over you with someone else. You restrain the urge to giggle.

“It’s okay, ____. We understand,” sniffles Seonghwa, clamping his hand over Wooyoung’s mouth who was clinging onto his arm while yelling: ‘NO, WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND!’ It took awhile for the eldest to eventually tackle the younger to the ground, suppressing him by placing his weight over him while Wooyoung continues to let out muffled yelps as he struggles. Seonghwa turns to you and offers a weak smile, the usual shine in his eyes nowhere to be seen. “We’re happy for you.”

You try to contain your amusement. “You are?”

“We are,” Yunho nods, hastily wiping away his own tears to hold both of your hands in his (you can distinctly hear Wooyoung’s muffled scream of ‘WE’RE NOT!’ in the background). “We’ll always be here for you. We’ll always be your best friends.”

“That’s gonna be a problem, though,” you chide lightly, feeling the smile you’ve been trying to mask creep up to your face. “I want you to be more than just best friends.”

It took a couple seconds for the sulky boys to register what you said and when they did, you’d think they’d won the lottery or something (you’re pretty sure Jongho leaped three feet up in the air). 

“But what about that Aphrodite kid?”

You turn to Hongjoong in confusion. “What Aphrodite kid?”

Everyone turns to accusingly look at a certain pink haired boy. 

San gulps. “Yeonjun,” he mutters. It comes out sounding more like a question than a statement.

“...Yeonjun?” you burst into laughter, uncontrollable giggles escaping you from how ridiculous this is. “We’re just friends and he has a boyfriend. I was even talking about you guys all day to him!”

“Y—you were?” San stutters, already feeling the pointed glares burning on his back. “I—I thought you liked him…” 

“I don’t,” you reassure them with a smile. “How could I when I’m in love with you guys?”

Mingi lets out a relieved scream, enveloping you in a tight hug to bury his face in your hair and inhale his favorite scent— the sweet smell of coconuts; you. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that. We’ve been in love with you too.”

You take a peek from Mingi’s embrace to see the other boys celebrating; Wooyoung’s already chugging down a freshly opened bottle of wine while the rest of the boys are simultaneously doing tiny hops in a group hug and letting out excited yelps. Your cheeks ache from grinning too hard at how cute your boys are.

“_____! We need to go to the infirmary, we prepared something for you!” Yunho excitedly pulls at your arm, just remembering the bouquet and teddy bear for you, separating you from the blonde giant who’s now sporting a pout at you leaving him. 

You and Yunho both merrily skip your way to the infirmary with your hands intertwined and pink dusting your cheeks, unknowingly leaving a pink haired boy to meet his doom.

“Aha, who would’ve thought that she’s not actually in love with another guy?” San forced out a nervous chuckle, slowly backing up from his best friends and wishing he could disappear just about right now. “No hard feelings right? Everyone makes mistakes—”

“Shut up. Come here.”

Not too long after, a loud scream rings throughout the camp.

(“That sounds so much like San, don’t you think?” you worriedly ask the boy beside you who’s dwarfed behind the huge teddy bear he’s helping you carry to the Iris Cabin. 

“Nah, that’s not San.” Yunho calmly shrugs, his smirk hidden behind the gigantic bear plushie as he thinks of his own revenge against the culprit for his whirlwind of emotions he went through earlier today.)

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INTERLOGUE

BEFORE THE EMERGENCY MEET UP IN THE INFIRMARY…

“Mingi.”

“Huh?” The blonde boy in question looks up to see San barging into his room, looking as if he ran a marathon to Aphrodite’s cabin (which is exactly what he did). “How did you even get inside?”

San ignores his question. “You have a new brother?”

“Oh, Yeonjun?” Mingi nonchalantly asks, missing the way San’s figure goes rigid at his name as he returns to applying black polish on his nails. “Yeah, he just got here yesterday. Cool guy. What’s up?”

“I think _____’s in love with him.”

“What?!”