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"You can keep quiet, right, unnie?" is what Chris remembers Minhee saying before she pulled her into the kitchen.
The fool that she is, charmed by Minhee's pretty smile and the promise of a kiss, Chris had said yes. She'd gotten her kiss, of course, because she knows how to seal a deal, but now that she's on the counter with Minhee between her thighs, she's not so certain she can keep that promise.
It's not her kitchen. It's not even Minhee's. They're at Hyunjin and Chaebin's because they're the only ones that have enough seating to host their inconveniently large friend group's drunk movie nights. Which is why no one is likely to come into the kitchen, on account of the only vaguely edible thing being Chaebin's protein powder. But that doesn't mean no one's going to walk by at some point on their way into the bathroom.
Chris really shouldn't be doing this with all the flashing lights and hushed murmurs coming from the living room, but Minhee's breath hits the inside of her thigh, and her brain shuts down.
Minhee tends to have that effect on her. She had that effect when she had trailed her fingers down Chris's body under the blanket, and she has that effect now as she sucks a bruise into Chris's skin.
"Minhee-yah," Chris whispers. "I don't—Should we—?"
"Mm," Minhee hums. She drags her dark eyes up to look at Chris through those long lashes of hers. "We can stop if you want to. Do you want to?"
Her hands, placed on Chris's thighs to part them, burn against Chris's skin. Between her legs, her pussy pulses. Chris swallows and shakes her head.
Minhee grins, her teeth glinting in the shadowy lights. She hooks her fingers into Chris's shorts and pulls them down. Her smile only grows when she sees the slick shining between Chris's folds. Fuck, when had she gotten this wet?
Slowly, Minhee leans in to press a soft kiss up Chris's thigh. A soft puff of air ghosts across her cunt, and she twitches.
"So sensitive," Minhee murmurs, like she doesn't know it by heart now. Like she hasn't had Chris squirming in her sheet before, just from a flick to her nipple.
Chris grits her teeth as Minhee's mouth moves from her thigh to her folds to kiss the slicked skin there. It's a small victory that immediately goes out the window when Minhee wraps her lips around her clit and sucks. Her hands go flying up, clapping against her mouth. Outside the kitchen, there is a yell as Chaebin likely burrows into Jeonghwa's side. Peals of laughter drown out the squeal that gets caught between Chris's mouth and her fingers.
Minhee drags her mouth down lower, sinking her tongue between Chris's folds. Her pace is languid; slow enough for Chris to feel every lap of her tongue, every minute tilt of her head. Chris keeps her hands over her mouth, and because of that, she can feel her breath puffing out of her nose as she swallows down her aching desire. Her body is tight with anticipation as Minhee's spit joins her slick, dripping down her thighs.
The lights outside change color, and Minhee fucks her tongue into her cunt. There is a clatter as Chris's back hits the cabinet, but the whirlwind of sound coming from the movie disguises it. Chris's nerves are out and exposed, yet that does not extinguish her arousal. The hammering in her chest is more than anxiety.
The sound is not lost on Minhee, though. But instead of relenting and slowing down, she wraps her hands around Chris's thighs, hoisting her legs onto her shoulders and sliding her closer to the edge of the counter. Her nose presses against Chris's clit as her tongue goes deeper still. Chris's hands go down to steady herself by burying themselves in Minhee's hair, one hand coming back to clap against her mouth last minute before a moan escapes her lips. Amusement shines in Minhee's eyes as heat rises to Chris's face.
Minhee's nose nudges against her clit with every stroke of her tongue, further tightening that coil in Chris's belly. She's almost overstimulated by the feeling of it all: Minhee's strong hands grasping her thighs; the hum of satisfaction that travels from her throat to Chris's pussy; the feeling of being so vulnerable, where anyone could walk in. A mere room away, their friends are together, and Minhee and Chris are here. Just one noise too loud, and they'll see their unnie, spread out and wanton as spit and slick drips onto the kitchen counter.
Embarassment pricks tears in Chris's eyes, hot and stinging. She's always been too quick to cry. The first time Minhee had made her come, she had teased her relentlessly, then slid her fingers back in to watch Chris cry again. Afterwards, she had licked the tears off her face with her tongue, still slick with Chris's arousal, and Chris had felt something animal burrow deep in her chest. Her Minhee, teasing and insatiable.
There is no teasing now as she forces Chris to grind against her nose. If she were in a more coherent state of mind, Chris would be worried about her being able to breathe. But everything in Chris is fighting to keep that hand clasped against her mouth, lest she cry out and ruin it all.
The movie is close to over now—it must be, with how restless the others have gotten outside. The credits will roll, and they will stand up, stretching their limbs, looking for something to eat.
She cannot help but wonder: what would Minhee do if someone came in? If Jisu or Lixie or even Seungmin walked by, would Minhee stop? Would she pretend nothing had happened, cover Chris up to preserve her dignity? Or would she keep going, uncaring as they witnessed Chris at her most vulnerable?
Would Chris be able to stop her? She doesn't think she would. With Minhee, she has always been too weak.
All Minhee has done is ask if she can be quiet. Chris can do that, at least. She doesn't think the rest matters.
Her body is taut with pure feeling—anxiety and arousal all mixed up in one terrible, wonderful thing. She dances at the edge, held aloft by Minhee's strings. All she sees is Minhee, face wet with Chris's desire, eyes bright with want as a tear drips down Chris's cheek.
So, when Minhee pulls, Chris falls apart, soundless.