the worst barista in san diego — kmg
♡ pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], humor, coffee shop au ♡ wc: 4.5k ♡ warnings: oral (m. & f. receiving), dry humping, lots of whining (you already know!), dacryphilia, cum swallowing, face sitting, squirting, nipple play ♡ a/n: happy happy birthday @gyuswhore!!!! thank you for making studioSVT such a wonderful little community to be a part of. i hope you enjoy this silly goofy fic about your silly goofy guy <3
SYNOPSIS: The new barista at your favorite local coffee shop is tall, handsome, funny, and definitely into you. Mingyu always gives you his employee discount, and he's even taken it upon himself to invent custom drinks, made special just for you. He really is the nicest guy around, and you genuinely might have a shot with him — which is why you don't have the heart to tell him that his made-up beverages taste utterly terrible.
A light jingling sound rings out from overhead as you swing the door open, your senses stimulated by the rich scent of freshly-roasted coffee beans hitting you as you step through the threshold. You scan the faces behind the counter, hopeful that Mingyu is working today, but your heart sinks a little when you don't see him. Your shoes tap pleasantly on the vintage black-and-white tile flooring as you head toward the register; there's only one person ahead of you in line — an elderly man who seems to be in the process of digging through his pockets so he can pay in exact change. You stare lazily at the chalkboard menu on the wall — a pointless endeavor, for you already know what you want, but you peruse the familiar beverage list anyway while you wait. The man ahead of you finally located the last couple pennies he needed and shuffles off to find a seat; as you step up you recognize the cashier — it's Marlene, the owner.
"I'll be right back, hon," she tells you with a warm smile as she zips off into the kitchen. You glance down at your phone, aimlessly scrolling through your notifications while you wait for her to return; a figure reappears in your periphery a few moments later, but its stature is far too large to be Marlene.
"I was wondering if you'd stop by today," Mingyu grins at you as you look up at him.
"Well, it's Tuesday afternoon after all," you smile back at him, trying to act casual. But it's hard to act casual around Mingyu, the world's most beautiful human. It's no secret that all the patrons who walk through the door are constantly swooning at him; you can tell he's used to it, but he handles it professionally — maintaining that charming smile and laid-back demeanor while he takes down everyone's orders. You know he's friendly with everybody, and you try so very hard not to delude yourself that the way he looks at you is something special — but you swear this man is always flirting with you. Today is no exception — his dark eyes fixed on you attentively, his grin a little extra toothier than it usually is.
"I know, I know," he chuckles. "But you're later than usual. I was starting to worry you'd run off with some other coffee shop."
"Oh, please," you roll your eyes playfully. "As if I'd ever cheat on The Human Bean. You guys have the best cold brew in the city," you tell him matter-of-factly.
"Don't worry, I know you're my most loyal customer," he replies with a wink, making your stomach do a flip. "Let me guess," he carries on as he quizzically narrows his eyes at you, pretending to read your mind. "A medium cold brew with oat milk and one pump of liquid sugar cane?"
"Wow, you're amazing," you reply with feigned surprise. "Yes, please."
"Perfect, that'll be $4.22."
You cock your head slightly as you tap your credit card on the screen. "Did the price go down?" you ask. Mingyu peers around, making sure no one is in earshot before he replies.
"I'm giving you my employee discount," he whispers as he leans in slightly.
"Oh! Well that's very kind of you," you reply as you try your hardest not to blush like an idiot.
"But you can't tell my boss," he adds with widened eyes. "Or I'll be in big trouble."
You nod understandingly. "It'll be our little secret," you grin at him.
"Perfect," he grins back.
"I was wondering if you'd stop by today."
You raise your brow at Mingyu as you fiddle with closing your uncooperative umbrella. "It's Thursday morning, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah," he nods. "But I thought you might stay home with the storm."
You were thinking about me?? you want to ask, but instead you settle for a shrug.
"You know I can't work without my cold brew."
"That's what I like to hear," he beams proudly at you. "Actually, um, I was wondering if you'd like something a little… different today."
"What, are you out of cold brew?"
"Well, no," he replies. He looks around, but the coffee shop is completely empty except for a headphone-wearing woman in the corner table, typing away furiously at her laptop. "I was just wondering if you'd like something off the, uh, secret menu."
"Oh," you reply, surprised. "I didn't know there was a secret menu."
"Well, technically there's not," he admits sheepishly. "But I'm trying to change that. I've been practicing making new drinks, and I think if I can come up with a few solid ones Marlene might let me make one. Unofficially, of course."
"Ah, so it's the Mingyu Menu," you remark.
"Yeah, I guess so," he chuckles, slightly embarrassed.
"Well, alright then," you say with a shrug. "What's on the Mingyu Menu for today?"
"Oh," he pauses, thinking for a moment. "Well, I didn't actually get that far. I didn't think you'd actually say yes."
You let out a giggle. "So you're just making it up on the fly, then."
"Umm, yeah, kinda," he answers with a shrug.
"Well, surprise me then."
His face lights up. "Okie dokie! One… uh, special drink, coming right up."
Mingyu starts fluttering around the kitchen, preparing the espresso and collecting various sauces and toppings. You watch him while he works; it's not until he notices you watching him, turning over his shoulder to glance back at you, that you realize you're practically making heart eyes at him. Your face grows hot as you turn flustered, but he simply smiles, dark eyes sparkling back at you.
"Here you go," he tells you as he finishes, placing the plastic lid on the cup and handing you the beverage. "For my favorite customer."
You smile, slightly embarrassed, but you take the drink from him. As you grab it, you notice he wrote your name on the cup — neat lettering, written in black sharpie: your name, followed by a heart.
"For what it's worth, you're also my favorite barista," you tell him. The tips of his ears quickly turn crimson.
"So, what in this?" you ask as you grab a straw, unwrapping it and sticking it in the drink.
"It's a cherry pistachio white chocolate mocha," he says proudly. "With oat milk, of course."
You take a sip. The flavors hit your taste buds all at once, making your eyes widen, but not with delight. The drink tastes terrible. You look at it, the sickly greenish-brown beverage now appearing as unappetizing at it tastes. Looking back up at Mingyu, he's staring at you eagerly, waiting for you to say something.
"It's good," you lie. It doesn't come out very convincingly, but he doesn't seem to notice. "Very interesting."
"Awesome! This one's on the house," he says with a satisfied nod.
"Thank you so much," you respond, feigning a smile — grateful you didn't actually have to pay for this abomination of a latte. "Well, I'd better get to work," you say, excusing yourself politely. "Got a lot to do today."
"Good luck with your studies!" he tells you cheerfully.
You take your favorite corner spot, opening up your laptop and pulling up your thesis. You notice Mingyu watching you, trying to be nonchalant, but his eyes keep flashing over to you as he washes dishes and cleans up the counter. You don't really want to finish the awful drink, but you don't want him to feel bad, so you sip it reluctantly as you type away at the keys.
About an hour later, Mingyu saunters over to your table. You're locked into your work, so you don't notice until he's hovering over you, making you jump in your seat slightly.
"Sorry," he says timidly as you pull your earbuds out. "Didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay," you say with a laugh. "I just didn't see you there."
"Can I get you a refill?" he asks, nodding his head to the nearly-empty cup that you somehow managed to drink most of.
"Oh, no, that's alright," you say, waving your hand. "I'm actually probably going to head out soon, I think this storm is only going to get worse."
Mingyu looks slightly sulky, but he nods understandingly. "Yeah, it's getting pretty crazy out there." As if on cue, a blinding bolt of lightning flashes through the window, followed by a booming thunder crack. "Please get home safe," he tells you sincerely.
"I will," you assure him as you start to pack up your things. You don't really want to leave yet, but truthfully you'd much rather be cozied up in your own home in this dreadful weather.
"See you later," Mingyu smiles at you softly. He slowly turns, reluctant to go back to work, but he doesn't want to be a bother.
"Mingyu—" you call out before he walks off. He turns back, looking at you with hopeful eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Would you wanna hang out sometime?" you ask, blurting it out before you lose the courage to say anything.
"I'd love to!" he responds right away with far too much enthusiasm. Reeling it in a bit, he adds, "I'm off Saturday, if you're free."
"Yeah, that sounds great," you beam at him. You rummage in your bag for a pen, scribbling your phone number on a napkin and handing it to him.
"Awesome," he says with a big cheesy grin. "I'm looking forward to it already."
"How many monkeys do you think you could take in a fight?"
You turn away from the two lemurs you were watching swing through the trees to give Mingyu a strange look.
"What?"
"Like if a bunch of monkeys were attacking you how many do you think you could fend off by yourself?" he elaborates, completely earnestly.
"Um, I don't know. I've never thought about it."
Mingyu had texted you right away after you left The Human Bean on Thursday, asking if you'd want to go to the zoo with him. It had been a while since you'd been, and you were just thrilled to be hanging out with him outside of his work, so you excitedly agreed.
"What kind of monkeys?" you inquire. "Because there's a big difference between a lemur and like, a gorilla or something."
"Any kind," he replies. "I think I could probably take 100."
"Any" you repeat as you raise your brow at him. "You mean to tell me you think you could fight off 100 angry chimpanzees by yourself?"
"I mean, if I had to, probably," he shrugs.
"Mingyu, chimps have literally killed people before. I highly recommend you do not try to fight one, never mind 100."
"Oh," he says blankly. "I didn't know that.
"Yeah, they can get like, really violent sometimes."
"Okay, okay, I promise I won't fight any monkeys," he concedes with a laugh.
You continue through the primates exhibit together, sticking close to Mingyu's side as you amble through the crowd. He gently places his hand upon your back as you both tread carefully through a swarm of rambunctious children, trying not to step on any of them — the sensation of his hand on your body making you feel giddy. When you finally escape the exhibit he lets go, making you just a little bit sad.
"Where to next?" you ask him, pulling out the paper zoo map and opening it up. He leans in to look at it too, the pleasant scent of his cologne washing over you.
"Let's go to the Africa exhibit," he answers, pointing to the large area at the center of the map. "I wanna see the giraffes, they're my favorite."
"Is it because you can see eye-to-eye with them?"
"Hey!" he objects, but he giggles anyway.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm just teasing," you grin at him.
"No it's okay," he laughs. "You can tease me as much as you want. I like it."
"Oh, you're into that?" you ask, shooting him a smirk.
"No!! Well, actually— Um, nevermind…" he stammers, eyes growing wide in embarrassment as he registers the words that are coming out of his mouth.
"Come on, dummy," you laugh, wrapping your arm around his elbow. "Let's go see the giraffes."
"I was hoping you'd stop by today."
You smile, trying not to gush at the way Mingyu stares at you from behind the register. The cafe is busy today, so you know you don't have much time to stand here and chat, but you're just happy to see him — and excited that he's also happy to see you.
"Well of course, I'm always here Tuesday afternoons."
"I know, but I was still looking forward to it," he smiles. "The usual today? Or can I interest you in—" he leans in, lowering his voice. "Something special off the Mingyu Menu?"
You hesitate, remembering how awful the custom drink he made you last time was — but maybe he was just having an off day, you tell yourself.
"Something special, please," you answer, hoping you don't regret it.
"One something special, coming right up," he winks at you.
You see your favorite spot is taken, so you settle for one of the tall stools along the window. A few moments later you hear Mingyu's voice calling out your name from behind the counter.
"Today's special: a hazelnut matcha cold brew," he tells you cheerily as you pick up your drink. You smile nervously, because that sounds even worse than the one he made before, but you thank him and hurry back to your seat before he can ask you what you think of it. One sip, and your suspicions are confirmed: it is not good.
Who the hell combines matcha with cold brew?? you think to yourself. But he didn't charge you again, so you reluctantly sip at the bad drink as you edit your thesis.
After a couple hours of work, you're starting to burn out, so decide to head home. The terrible drink is still half full; you peek over to the bar to see if Mingyu is watching, but he's occupied at the espresso machine with his back to you — so you take your chance and toss it in the trash before he sees. You gather your things, hoping you can at least tell him goodbye, but the line is nearly out the door and he appears to be swamped with orders. You manage to catch his eye though as you head out the door; he waves, smiling at you brightly as ever, mouthing I'll text you across the room. You beam at him as you wave back, excited already at the prospect of talking to him later.
True to his word, Mingyu texts you as soon as his shift ends.
Mingyu Kim: Hey! I'm off work now :) I don't know what you're up to tomorrow, but I'm off so I was gonna head down to the beach and catch some waves if you wanted to join! you: I don't know literally anything about surfing haha, but I'd love to come watch! I'm free anytime after noon tomorrow. Mingyu Kim: Perfect! Text me your address, I can pick you up at 12:30 if that works! you: Sounds good!!
"Oh man, the waves look awesome today," he tells you as you arrive at the beach. One hand is occupied carrying his board; the other — holding your hand.
"How long have you been surfing?" you inquire as you stroll across the hot sand.
"Well, I only started learning last year," he admits sheepishly. "So I'm not very good at it. But it's so much fun."
"And that's what matters," you assure him.
"But you can't make fun of me when I inevitably wipe out like an idiot!"
"I won't!" you laugh. "Not too much, anyway."
"Alright, I can live with that."
You sit in the camping chair Mingyu brought for you and watch as he heads into the water. The waves are abundant today, and soon enough a sizeable wall of water comes rushing toward the shore. He paddles into position, hoisting his feet up on the board as the wave reaches him — he squats low, maintaining his balance as he begins to coast across the rolling tide. His tan skin looks incredible in the bright summer sun, his long dark hair flowing in the wind as he rides the wave out successfully. He looks over to you, waving his arm excitedly. You give him a thumbs up; as soon as you do, a second wave suddenly breaks, sending him crashing into the water.
"I'm okay!!" he shouts to you as he resurfaces, clinging to his board as he scrambles to get back onto it — but he moves too fast, and he falls into the water again. You burst out laughing, but as his head pops back up you see he's laughing too, grinning ear to ear as if he's having the time of his life.
"You killed that," you tell Mingyu as he returns to you on the beach about 20 minutes later. He plops down on the striped towel you laid out for him, breathing heavily as large droplets of salt water trickle down his skin.
"Oh, thanks," he chuckles. "I only wiped out four times, honestly not bad for me."
"But you looked really good while doing it," you assure him.
"You're too nice to me," he laughs, running his fingers through his drenched hair to push it back off his forehead.
"It's because I like you."
He looks up at you, face flushed from adrenaline, a big smile creeping onto his face.
"Well that's good news, because I like you too."
Mingyu's lips crash into yours as you stumble into your bedroom together, hands frantically dancing across each others' bodies as you try to make out and walk at the same time. You pull him toward your bed, but he hesitates, stopping in his tracks.
"I don't wanna get any sand in your bed or anything—"
"Who cares, I'm gonna have to change my sheets anyway," you respond, tugging at forearm.
"Oh," he says, grinning excitedly. You plop on the bed, pulling him on top of you; he rolls to your other side, not wanting to squish you, but you immediately roll over on top of him. Straddling his lap, you lean in and kiss him, holding his face in your hands as you make out with him. His fingers snake through your hair, grasping onto your head as he slips his tongue into your mouth, his other hand wrapping around your back and gripping your waist. You grind your hips gently over his lap, feeling the hardening bulge in his swim trunks against your cunt — causing him to whimper softly into your lips.
"You like that?" you breathe into his mouth between kisses.
"Yeah," he exhales, his warm eyes gazing up into yours. You do it again, rubbing against him back and forth — his eyelids flutter shut as his eyes roll back slightly.
"Wow," he whispers, returning to kissing you, tightening his grip on your body as you grind against his cock. Eventually his hands slide to your hips, stilling your movement.
"That's— I'm gonna cum too fast if you keep doing that," he mutters sheepishly. You smirk at him, scooting yourself down to position yourself between his legs. You peel his still slightly damp shorts off of him, his cock springing free as the waistband slips over his hips. You toss the garment to the floor, wrapping your hand around his girth and stroking him slowly as you drag your tongue over his tip.
"Ohhh wow," he groans, petting your head lovingly as you lick up and down his length. You then spit on it, spreading the wetness over his cock — now fully hard, standing tall and thick in your grasp. You slide your fist to his hilt, jerking the base of his cock as you take the head between your lips, sucking as you slide it into your throat.
"Oh fuck," he gasps. You start bobbing your head as you suck him off, making him whine again. "Fuck that feels so good."
You swallow him as far as you can go, squeezing his balls gently as you gag on him, grotesque noises emanating from your throat as you make a show of it. Your lips up slide up and down his length, making him start to squirm beneath you. His hips begin to buck slightly; he tries to contain himself, as not to overwhelm you — but you still your head, gazing up at him, your eyes beg him to fuck your mouth. Your desperation does him in; he begins to thrust his cock into your throat, slowly at first, but his pace soon quickens. He once again grasps onto your hair, firmly holding your head in place as he fucks your face — saliva pooling and dribbling from your lips onto his length and stomach. Tears flood your eyes as he pleasures himself with your mouth, soft pathetic moans escaping him as he grows dangerously close to cumming already.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon," he groans, tightening his grip on your hair as his hips jerk into your face. "Can I cum in your mouth, baby?" he begs. You nod eagerly as streams of tears begin to flow down your cheeks — the sight of you enough to send him over the edge.
"Ohhhhmygod," he moans, eyes rolling back into his head as his orgasm overtakes him. Thick ropes of cum hit the back of your throat, the salty taste filling your mouth as he releases — moaning and whining and whimpering incoherently at the overwhelming surge of pleasure coursing through his entire body. He gives you a few final bursts of cum, his body stilling as his chest rises with deep, heavy breaths.
"Holy shit, that was incredible," he murmurs as he lets go of your hair, his arm plopping onto the mattress. You slowly pull your mouth off of him, releasing his cock from the sweet confines of your throat — making sure to swallow every last drop of his cum.
"Oh my god, wow," he groans as he lifts his head, staring at you adoringly as you grin back at him. "I wanna taste you baby, please." You nod, and his eyes darken lustfully. You hurriedly stand up to remove your shorts and swim bottoms, but he reaches for your top and tugs at it.
"Get rid of this too," he pleads. You oblige, stripping the t-shirt off and the bikini top underneath with it, your breasts falling free. You swear his eyes nearly pop out of his head.
"C'mere," he reaches for your hand, pulling you toward him. "Sit on my face."
You swing your leg over him, positioning yourself over his face; you lower your cunt to his lips, their warmth colliding with your wet core as he immediately gets to work slurping up your juices. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you into his face as he holds you tight.
"Hey, I don't wanna suffocate you—ahhhh." Your concerns fade away as his tongue begins to work against your clit, swirling tenderly around the bud, making your mind go blank.
"Don't care," he mumbles muffledly into your pussy. His nose bumps into your clit deliciously as his tongue slips into your drenched hole, making a soft moan escape you. The sound is enough to egg him on — he works his tongue in and out of you, fucking you as you gently grind your hips. You squeeze your breasts, holding them in your hands as your thumbs graze over your hardened nipples.
"Fuck that's so hot," he moans, his mouth departing your pussy just long enough to speak. "Keep doing that."
You oblige, and his lips return to your clit, latching on and suckling on it delicately.
"Fuck, ohmygod," you whine. He continues with light pulses, the gentle stimulation quickly driving you crazy. As your moans grow louder he increases the pressure, giving the sensitive bud long, intense bouts of suction. Soon, you're nearly over the edge.
"I'm gonna cum—" you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut as the burning heat in your core bursts suddenly through your whole body. The waves of your orgasm make your thighs quiver, your entire being shaking as Mingyu holds you tightly against his face. You grip onto the headboard with all your might, riding out your high as he suckles your clit, making your juices splash all over him as you release. Should have probably warned him about that, but you were a bit too occupied to think of that. He doesn't mind one bit, though — his spent cock twitching against his belly at the delightful surprise.
"Fuckfuckfuck," you stammer as the overstimulation hits you. He slows down, releasing your clit and running his tongue through your folds as he laps up all your delicious cum. You collapse onto the bed beside him, utterly defeated, but in the best way possible. He wraps his large arms around you, pulling you into his torso; you nuzzle your head into the crevice of his shoulder, resting your palm upon his chest.
"That was amazing," he sighs, giving you a tender kiss upon your forehead.
"Yeah, we should do that again sometime," you mumble in a sleepy daze.
"Yes, please," he replies with a huge grin.
"I have to tell you something though," you tell him. His smile drops, suddenly nervous at the seriousness of your tone.
"Oh god, what did I do wrong," he asks anxiously.
"Nothing like that!" you reply quickly. "The sex was great." He lets out a sigh of relief.
"Okay, thank god."
"This is about the special drinks you've been making me."
"What?" he blurts out, genuinely surprised. "What about them?"
"Mingyu, I'm sorry, but they've all been so bad."
He stares at you, confusion spreading across his face.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks sulkily.
"Because you were being really nice to me and I didn't want to make you feel bad," you reply apologetically. He starts to giggle, squishing you against him in his arms.
"Damn, there goes my dreams of being the best barista in town," he says lightheartedly.
"Sorry," you repeat sheepishly.
"I'm just kidding," he smiles. "Making coffee is definitely not my passion. I'm just doing this to save some extra money for traveling, after all."
"Oh, nice. Where are you traveling to?"
"Well, I'm not sure. Got any suggestions?"
"I haven't traveled internationally much, if I'm being honest," you admit. "But I've always wanted to go to Iceland."
"Oh! I've never even thought about going to Iceland. What's there?"
"The Northern Lights," you answer. "The geothermal springs, lots of beautiful nature. I've always wanted to go."
"Maybe I'll go to Iceland, then," he replies.
"You should! Then you can tell me all about it."
"Maybe you can just come with me."
You lift your head, meeting his gaze. He worries for a moment that he might be being a little too forward, but his anxiety dissipates when he sees a big grin start to spread across your cheeks.
"Maybe I will," you beam at him. He smiles, leaning in and kissing you softly.
"I think I'd really like that."
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