#i'll do another one where he's getting bred if you guys want😫

[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."