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mingi fluff 2, 20 smut 23,34, 51

2. getting caught staring

20. getting pushed together in a crowd

23. “i never imagined you to be so sensitive, but i love it.”

34. “oh, can you feel this?”

51. “yes, please, do it!”

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𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗌.𝗆𝗀 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

plot - a party at your friends house ends with you in mingi’s arms.

genre + warnings - fluff and smut, college!au, a whole bunch of sexual tension, grinding/dry humping, making out, alcohol consumption, drunk sex (both parties are drunk), no prep, unprotected sex

word count - 2.3k

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13

here you are, sitting uncomfortably on a couch near a couple sloppily making out and sipping on your sprite as the couple next to you was sloppily making out. you didn’t know why you agreed to come with your friend, sana, to a party full of people you didn’t know. you don’t know why you let her convince you either.

sana was the social butterfly of your college. she knew everybody and had info on everyone, like gretchen wieners, except she wasn’t toxic and she wasn’t fake. it was surprising how she became your friend knowing you two were complete opposites, but she introduced you to so many interesting people during your first year.

one person in particular caught your eye. song mingi. hell, he was another thing entirely. head of—what was it, music club? some sort of group where people made short songs. he was the leader of it and he knew what he was doing. you joined the group during your second year, but only for a few weeks since you didn’t know anything about music, writing, or producing.

he explained the basics of being a songwriter, as well as being a producer and rapper. though, every time he’d talk to you about it, you’d zone out while looking at him. he was just so…beautiful. how could you not look at him?

mingi was experimental with his outfit choices, too. he didn’t care what anybody thought of him; which explained why he came to school one day with red and orange hair. as crazy as it was, that made you fall for him more. you stuttered explaining to sana how attractive he was with that hair color. she looked at you as if you were crazy, which you were. crazy for mingi.

you two did start talking after you left the music group. not talking as in “we could become boyfriend and girlfriend then hold hands and kiss”, no no no, talking as in you were repeatedly put into the friend zone.

it hurt knowing he would t ever like you back, but you could understand why after sana told you the truth about mingi.

as nice as he was, he had a reputation for dating back-to-back. it felt like there was a new girlfriend every week when it came to him. mingi would defend himself saying none of the girls were “the one” for him, but it didn’t even seem like he was trying to find the one. it only sounded like he was dating them to get into their pants.

hearing the information made you wonder: did you really have a crush on him, or was it infatuation? you didn’t know, nor could you tell; all you knew was to stay away from mingi and to not flirt with him.

until now. you were still sitting on the couch, trying your best to keep your distance from the couple making out beside you as you scanned the room. sana was nowhere to be found and you didn’t have anyone else to talk to. all of your other friends were in their dorms studying, or were out hanging out with their friends doing something else. you were alone.

but you didn’t want to sit at a party doing nothing. you stand and sit your cup on the coffee table, trying your best to squeeze through the crowd. the room smelled like sweat and alcohol, and it was humid causing you to sweat. you wipe your forehead and walk into the kitchen to get another cup.

sana was probably somewhere else with her other friends. she did know everyone. you weren’t going to not enjoy the party just because she wasn’t with you; you had to do something for the time being. taking a risk, your bring your cup to a table covered in drinks. you grabbed whatever was on the table and poured it into the cup.

it reeked. you’ve never drunken this much alcohol before, in fact, you’ve never drunken alcohol at all. besides that one time when you were in highschool, but it’s been so long and it was only a sip. now, here you are with the real thing in front of you. you hesitated before opening your mouth and chugging everything at once. you let out a loud burp afterward and immediately felt the side effects, your eyes closing from the taste.

you remember sana telling you she normally has the most fun when she’s drunk, so that was your plan. you were going to drink whatever was on the table until you were drunk. it was a dumb decision to do since your body wasn’t used to alcohol, but it was only for one night? and what could go wrong?

everything could go wrong. you weren’t counting how many times you refilled your cup, but it was enough to make you feel dazed. you almost trip walking away from the counter and end up having to use the wall as support while you walked.

the crowd was larger than before, but you were too drunk to realize. standing on the edge and leaning on the wall, you noticed something. and for some odd reason, your vision was blurry. you couldn’t tell who or what is was until you saw the red and orange hair. it was mingi. it could’ve been any other person but it had to be him.

you avert your attention away in an attempt to distract yourself from the fire haired boy across the room, but the next time you went to go look, he was staring at you. the both of you getting caught staring was normal, but because you were insanely smart, you took that as him proposing to you. you happily, and clumsily, push through the crowd until you were standing behind the giant, tapping his shoulder and giving him a toothy smile.

maybe it was the alcohol, but he looked hotter than normal. way hotter. his lips looked so kissable, you could’ve grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his at this very moment, but that would’ve been rude. mingi turns around and looks you up and down, also carrying a plastic red cup of alcohol in his head.

“mingiiii.” your hand finds its way to his arm, tugging on his jacket sleeve. “what’re you doing hereee?”

“i, uh…” he looked just as drunk as you. well, maybe not as drunk but he was still drinking like crazy. “i’m here? i don’t — i don’t know.”

“i love your hair.” you slur, also biting your lip after saying that. he stared you dead in your eyes and gripped his cup. “but i can’t…i can’t talk to you. sana said it’s bad.”

“did she say i’d hurt you?” mingi tilts his head then grabs your hand, a smirk pulling at his lips. “what did she tell you?”

“mm, she did say that.” you sniffle. “i don’t really care…y’know, i could kiss you right now.”

before mingi had the chance to reply, you were shoved into him. he caught you with his other hand, but the one holding the drink tilted, causing the alcohol he had to spill on you. what was worse was it trickles down your chest and went under your dress. the feeling was weird. getting pushed together in a crowd and having alcohol on you made your face scrunch up.

“shit!” you cursed. in a situation like this, you’d say it was fine and you’d go to the bathroom to clean yourself up, but being drunk, you were emotional. you stared at your wet chest and pouted, looking up at mingi with glossy eyes.

“you spilled your drink on me and now it’s on my fucking tits.”

“your tits are still pretty.” mingi smiled. “can i clean them? i wanna clean them? i mean you. i’ll help clean you.”

you knock his now empty cup out of his hands and grab his wrist, dragging him along to the bathroom while pushing through the crowd of people. smelling all of the alcohol and sweat radiating from the crowd made you feel nauseous. you covered your mouth with your free hand and make it to the bathroom, opening the bathroom and not even bothering to knock. though luckily nobody was inside.

you drag him inside and he shuts the door behind you two. as you walk over to the silk and run the faucet on, he stands behind you watching your every move. mingi looked like he was trying his best not to pounce on you. your dress tightly fitting your curves making him go crazy. fuck, this alcohol was messing with him.

“stop staring and help me.” you squint your eyes. he nods and walks over to you, running his fingers underneath the water and placing them directly onto your collarbone.

he stared at your cleavage, biting his lip while repeatedly making eye contact with you in the process. you could’ve pounced on him right now if you weren’t so worried about someone walking in on you two, but you didn’t care? all you needed was him. his big hands gripping your hips, raspy and deep voice whispering in your ear, and body leaning over yours as he pounded into you.

“mingi, can we have sex? like right now? like at this very moment?” you look up at him. he opened his mouth as if he were going to answer but hesitated.

“sure—” you didn’t even let him finish before smashing your lips against his. he did the same without hesitation, hands holding onto the sink and trapping you in between, basically pinning you to the sink. his lips left yours and moved to your neck, biting and sucking to leave all types of hickeys.

you noticed your leg in between his and started using your thigh to press against the growing boner in his pants. he noticed this and started grinding against you, basically humping your leg while he was attacking your neck with kisses. mingi moved back toward your face and the two do you continued to kiss, the steamy make out session turning the mirror foggy.

your hands wrapped around his neck, moving your leg while he moved his hips so he could feel more friction. he moaned onto your mouth and the vibrations it sent through your body, fuck, you could’ve moaned right there and then.

“oh, can you feel this?” you ask as your hand replaced your thigh, palming him through his pants. he sucked in a breath and moaned accidentally. fuck, his moans were amazing.

he whined against your lips, now humping your hand. he was so desperate to feel something, the alcohol in his system making his body extra sensitive. you smile and move your hand as well, nails digging into the fabric of his pants as you squeezed his erection.

“i never imagined you to be so sensitive, but i love it.” you giggled. those words triggered something inside of him. he turned you over and placed your hands on your back, bending you over the sink and lifting your hips to reach his. thank god you were wearing heels, otherwise he would’ve been pounding into you and your feet wouldn’t even be touching the floor.

“shut up.” mingi lifts your dress up and pushes your panties to the side, unzipping his own pants and pulling them and his boxers down enough for his cock to sprang out. it hit your backside gently and you flinched.

“do you want me to go inside?” he asked in a husky voice. god, you were so wet for him. “you want me to stretch you out?”

“yes, please, do it.” you pleaded. in one go, he shoved his member inside of you.

already, the room felt hot. mingi didn’t bother waiting, he started pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. heavy breathing filled the room as beads of sweat ran down your forehead, hands shaking as you desperately wanted something to grab on, but since mingi was holding your arms against your back, you couldn’t. you were pinned.

“fuck, you feel good,” he groans, leaning down to kiss your neck. “so good.” he hums. at this point, he was becoming drunk over your body, not just from the alcohol. immediately, he started pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, pushing and pulling his hips to hit your deepest parts.

when his tip brushed against your g-spot, everything inside you shut down. you jolted and moaned loudly, legs shaking from the impact. he uses one hand to hold your arms against your back, pinning you to the sink while the other held the back of your neck, pushing you down and basically making you take his size.

he made you feel so full, so completed, like he was the missing part of your puzzle piece. the entire time he was thrusting, he couldn’t help but moan at how tight you were. he fit you so perfectly, and you took him so well. so fucking well. god, he wanted to destroy you in the nicest way possible.

“f-fuck, mingi!” you moan. you needed him just as much as he needed you. mingi watched you fall apart underneath him, and it only encouraged him to slam into you faster, shuddering from how you felt around him.

“i think…” he huffs, taking his hand off of your neck and letting go of your arms to hold onto your hips. you hold onto the edges of the sink and lift yourself up. the both of you looked so fucked out, and you loved hit. “i-i think i…i’m really close.”

“cum inside,” you hum, using one hand to reach back and hold onto his wrist. "p-please, oh my god."

mingi leans forward and rests his forehead on your shoulder. god, the whines he was letting out in your ear made you happy. you were happy you were able to make him feel good even when you weren’t doing anything. he was adorable. he continued thrusting until he couldn’t hold it anymore, cumming inside of you and digging his nails into your hips.

“fuuck, fuck i’ve wanted to do this for so long…” he slows down, moving his hand up and down your back. "thank you so much."