You Can Stay (Mingi)
content warning: sex
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Minors DNI 🔞
word count: 2400
You were walking home from the library when a sudden downpour began. You sprinted for the nearest awning— already soaking wet. The storm outside showed no signs of letting up and you looked around, trying to figure out where you were and how far it was from home. You were barely halfway there. You groaned and tried to figure out if you knew anybody nearby...suddenly remembering that this was Mingi's building.
You and Mingi weren't exactly close friends, more like acquaintances who had shared a few laughs and drinks at mutual friends' gatherings.
You had hesitated to call him, not wanting to intrude, but the thought of walking home in the storm was even less appealing. Taking a deep breath, you dialed his number.
"Hello?" Mingi's voice was deeper in the late hour. He must've been asleep.
"Hey, Mingi. It's (y/n). I'm really sorry to bother you, but I'm stuck in the storm. Could I maybe crash at yours for a bit until it stops?" you asked, your voice a mix of embarrassment and desperation.
There was a pause, then you heard a chuckle. "Of course, (y/n). Come on over. I'll buzz you in."
"I'm sort of...already here," you told him sheepishly.
"Oh!" he replied. You could hear him moving on the other end and then the door buzzed behind you.
"Thank you!" you said before hanging up.
You flung the door open, immediately greeted by the warmth of the lobby, before climbing the stairs to his apartment.
You knocked quietly when you got there, not wanting to disturb his neighbors. The door swung open, revealing Mingi in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt he was still pulling his arm through. His hair was tousled as if he had just woken up. It was a good look on him.
"You're soaked," he commented.
You blushed, looking down at yourself.
"Come on in," he said, ushering you inside with a look of concern.
"Thanks, Mingi. I really appreciate this," you replied, stepping into the comfort of his apartment. You'd been here a couple of times before to study whenever you were paired together. His furniture was simple but comfortable, and he had photos of his family scattered everywhere.
You hadn't realized he'd left while you were staring at the shelf of memories, but Mingi returned and handed you a towel, hoodie, and a pair of his boxers. "Here, you can change into these and then I'll throw your clothes in the dryer."
"Thanks," you muttered before heading off to the bathroom.
You tore off your clothes, debating on whether or not to keep your underwear on, but finding that your jeans hadn't done a good job of keeping them dry. You pulled them off too, before realizing you were standing completely naked in Mingi's place. You quickly used the towel to dry off...especially your hair...and pulled his hoodie on. It fit you like a dress but you put the boxers on too. They hung loosely on your hips but at least they were dry.
You shoved your underwear into your pants pocket so they could get dry without Mingi seeing them, and headed back into the living room.
"The dryer is right in there," Mingi said, pointing at a door from the kitchen.
You opened it and threw your clothes in before turning it on.
"Here, this should help warm you up," he said, offering you a mug with a smile.
"Thanks," you said, wrapping your hands around it and taking a sip. The tea's warmth filled you right away.
Mingi gestured to the couch. "Why don't you sit down? Make yourself comfortable."
You nodded and took a seat. "Thanks again," you told him. "I'll leave when the storm lets up. I didn't mean to bother you."
"It's no problem," Mingi smiled as he sat down and clicked on the news.
You sighed at the radar which showed the storm would be lasting all night. Mingi's brows furrowed, and you realized he must’ve felt inconvenienced.
"Mingi, I don't think the rain's going to stop anytime soon. Maybe I should just go," you offered, setting the mug on the table and beginning to stand.
He shook his head, his eyes softening as he turned toward you. "No way. You can't go out there now. Look," he motioned toward the footage of trees being knocked down. "It's dangerous."
"I'll be okay," you told him, unsure if it was true.
Mingi stood up and headed to his laundry room/linen closet to retrieve some blankets. "You're staying here." He began making up the couch. "Go on," he waved you off. "You can take my bed."
Your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh! Mingi, I can't put you out more than I already have. I'll take the couch."
He shook his head again, more firmly this time. "You're the guest. My bed, no arguments."
"But..."
"Bed!" he pointed, refusing to argue.
You sighed but finally agreed, "Okay. Thanks."
You headed back to his bedroom, slipping underneath the comfortable covers. The bed was warm from where he had been lying earlier. It even smelled like him. Mingi walked in and clicked off the lights, with a cute expression that made your heart flutter. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," you whispered before he headed back out to the living room. After a few minutes of being cozy, you felt a pang of guilt.
He shouldn't have to give up his bed.
You got up and walked back to the living room, finding Mingi sprawled on the couch, looking too tall for it as his feet were hanging off the edge. "Hey, Mingi?"
He sat up, "Sorry I should've asked if you wanted the lamp on."
"Oh, no it's not that. I just..." you hesitated, before blurting out, "You can stay in the bed with me. I mean, it's big enough for both of us."
He looked surprised. "Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Yeah, I'm sure. It's fine."
Mingi stood with a stretch. He'd clearly been cramped on the sofa and was already hurting in his back. He followed you back to the bedroom, and the two of you slipped under the covers, lying on opposite sides of the bed. The room was quiet except for the raging storm outside.
"Thank you," he said softly.
"No, thank you," you replied, turning to face him.
The room was dark, save for the occasional flash of lightning. You could just barely see the outline of his face. He looked at you gently, his eyes smiling.
"I'm glad you called me," he admitted. "It's nice having you here...especially when you're not struggling through organic chem."
You laughed, recalling how many times he'd had to repeat concepts to you. "I'm glad you answered."
The room grew quiet again, but you found yourself inching closer to him, the distance between you shrinking. Mingi realized and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest in one smooth motion. You could hear the steady beat of his heart which was quicker than it should've been.
His hand tapped lightly on your waist as he gazed into your eyes. Your palms pressed against his chest, waiting for him to make a move.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally whispered, "Can I kiss you?"
You nodded. Butterflies swirled in your stomach as he leaned closer. You closed your eyes and waited patiently for him to close the gap. When he did, it was nothing like you would've expected.
Mingi had a strong, loud persona. But his kisses were soft and sweet. His lips held yours like they were a delicate prize. You hummed and pressed yourself closer to him. Mingi's hand moved to your back to help until it felt you couldn't tell whose limbs were whose. Your legs intertwined with his and his other hand placed itself over one of yours that was on his pec.
When he pulled away, his eyes opened in adoration. "Now I'm really glad you called me," he grinned.
You laughed and kissed him briefly again, "Me too."
"You can keep the hoodie by the way. Looks better on you," he complimented.
"Actually," you lied, "It's a little itchy."
"Really?" Mingi asked in concern.
"Yeah," you answered before whispering in a nervous voice, "I think... I think I want to take it off."
Mingi sucked in a sharp breath as he realized what you were doing. "Are you sure?"
You nodded, and he pressed his lips to yours again as he gently pushed you back against the bed and crawled over you. Mingi's hands were patient as he pulled the sweatshirt off, slowly revealing more skin until it finally fell to the ground. His eyes focused on your tits for a moment before meeting your gaze, silently asking for permission.
You nodded, and he reached out, placing his hands on your chest. Squeezing your tits as his thumbs grazed your nipples. You arched into his touch with a whimper.
Mingi shook his head as his eyes met yours. "You're so beautiful."
Your cheeks burned as you reached for his neck, slinging your arms around it to pull him in for another kiss. Mingi obliged, this time allowing his tongue to slip between your lips. You hummed and permitted him, savoring the way he tasted.
Your hands reached for the hem of his t-shirt, tugging on it. "Can I..." you began, but Mingi pulled it off before you could even finish the sentence. His lips attacked yours more feverishly with every lost layer. Your hands stroked the length of his torso, feeling his abs flex beneath your fingertips.
"Do you like it baby?" he asked.
Your eyes flashed towards his with a twinkle. "What did you just call me?"
"I-um..." he stuttered anxiously.
You pulled him closer, kissing him softly. "Say it again," you whispered as you pulled away.
"Baby?" he checked. He reached a hand out to caress your cheek, "Do you like it when I call you baby?"
Your heart raced at the way he was staring at you, "Mhm."
"Good," he groaned and flattened himself against you. His hands danced up your sides, sending shivers. His cock became harder against your waist. Everywhere, all you could feel was Mingi.
You reached for the waist of his sweatpants and he pulled back with a nervous laugh. "I don't know if you wanna do that, baby."
"Why not?" you asked.
Mingi inhaled with an awkward smile, "Because I don't have on any underwear."
In response, you kissed along his neck up to his ear, "Neither do I."
"Fuck," Mingi groaned and looked down at his boxers you had on.
You reached again for his sweatpants, lowering them slightly until you could see the trimmed pubes at his base. He took over, completely removing them and standing to drop them to the floor.
He fingered the band of the boxers until you nodded. He slid them down your legs, nearly drooling at the sight of your exposed cunt. His hands pushed your legs apart, spreading you open for him as he rejoined you on the bed.
"Thought the new clothes would've helped you stay dry," he commented before running a finger up your slit," But you're soaked, baby."
You moaned and watched as he sucked on the finger before dropping your gaze to his leaky tip. Mingi's dick was huge. It was huge and you wanted it. You reached out and stroked him, earning a needy groan.
"Don't you want to feel just how wet I am for you baby?" you asked sultrily as you guided his tip toward your entrance.
"I do," he answered breathlessly as he dropped his lips in a desperate sigh. "Can I?" he asked, his eyes pinched shut as he worked to hold back.
"Yes," you answered. "I want to feel you baby."
Mingi didn't need any more reassurance. He slowly pushed his tip beyond your lips as he tossed his head back in ecstasy. You whined at how much stretch was required to take him and dug your nails into his shoulders.
He was gentle and slow, but still so, so big. "Fuck Mingi," you whimpered.
He hummed in agreement and you finally felt him pause now that his base was against your cunt. He was completely inside you, probing the deepest squishy bits and threatening to send you over the edge already.
"Feels so good, baby," you sighed and pushed your forehead into his neck.
"So good," he agreed. He pulled out and pushed back in just as slowly, just as tantalizing so that your insides begged for him.
"Please, faster," you gasped, your eyes riling back in your head as he filled you again.
Mingi groaned and complied, gradually increasing his pace, each thrust snapping into you quicker than the last. He was hitting all the right spots, his movements both tender and sharp.
"Mingi," you breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. The new angle made you cry out, and you could feel him shudder in response.
"You sound so pretty baby," he whispered against your lips before kissing you deeply.
Your cunt tensed around him as you closed in on your end. His dick twitched in response.
The storm outside raged on, doing nothing but permitting you to be as loud as you wanted to. You felt the heat in your core grow, a knot tightening with every thrust.
"I'm close," you managed to say, your voice trembling.
"Cum with me baby," he urged, his breaths coming faster.
You nodded, your eyes locking with his. With a few more powerful thrusts, you felt the knot in your stomach unravel, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you. Your walls clenched around him, and with a groan, Mingi followed, spilling himself inside you, his entire body shaking.
You gripped his sides, leaving lazy kisses on his chest as the two of you came down. He eventually kissed your forehead and pulled out before flopping down beside you and pulling you to lie on him.
You closed your eyes with a contented hum. "I am going to keep the hoodie by the way," you told him.
His hand stroked your back delicately. "Good. Need everyone to know you're mine now."
