"That's it, sunshine, open up for me. Spread those legs" Mingi whispers against your neck, "you know that hungry little c*nt can't get enough. She's so wet for me already, and I've only got two fingers in her. I'm gonna get you so fucking messy, then you can sit at family dinner with my come leaking out of you. It'll be our little secret."
"Ming-" you start, but the hand around your throat tightens and cuts you off. You can feel the ring on his pinky strum over the cartilage in your throat when you swallow.
"Do you want my family to hear you? You want them to know you're in his closet getting come all over their coats? Or maybe you want my cousins to hear you, so they can go home and jerk off thinking about how you moan like a pretty slut when I'm taking you apart with?" You shake your head. "Then be quiet." He accompanies the command with another finger in your p*ssy, and you can't help the thin whine that trickles out of you anymore than you can help the mess that dribbles down your thighs.
Mingis still fully dressed, but you're stripped bare. So if someone finds the two of you in the closet you are well and truly fucked. His wool sweater is scratchy against your back, but the silk scarf that hangs from his neck feels like cool water pouring over your skin. It's an overwhelming difference in sensation, but that's how everything is with him.
"God, listen to how f*cking wet you are. You wanna come on my fingers first, sunshine, or my c*ck?"
His hand loosens up enough for you to whisper, "Fingers."
"Well let's get on with it then," he growls, rutting his still clothed member against your ass, "'cause I want to fill that needy hole up . I want you messy and fucking wrecked at dinner." He wedges a fourth finger inside of you, and the juicy squelch your insides makes when he works you with his fingers makes your knees weak.
"You gonna come for me, sunshine? Make a mess of my fingers?"
"God, Mingi," you groan softly, but still louder than you intended. The next thing you know he has ripped the scarf from around his neck, and he's shoving it into your mouth. The damn thing probably costs more than your car, and now it's sticking to your tongue as your mouth floods with drool. It tastes like Mingis cologne smells; on him, it's heaven, but on your tastebuds it's acrid and invasive.
He drops his other hand and lavishes attention on your cl*t. "Come for me. Do it now, sunshine."
It's a good thing he's squeezing you between his body and the wall, because when you start gushing over his fingers your knees completely give out. The squelching sounds your c*nt makes when his fingers thrust inside of you is decadent and obscene.
You whine when his fingers disappear and he gently reminds you to shut up. He nudges your legs apart and slots a thigh in between them so he can open the front of his pants. Then he's working his c*ck into you. Your c*nt struggles to acclimate to his size.
He moans in your ear, "Fuck you're tight." You squeeze around him and he growls a curse, "Oh shit. You're killing me, you feel so goddamn good." He spits on his fingers and swirls them over your cl*t, giving you a few seconds to adjust before he starts moving.
He pulls out till the head of his c*ck is all that's inside of you. A huffed laugh tickles against your neck, "Remember to be quiet," he says, and you can hear his smug smirk. You don't have time to think about it at all, because he plunges into you again, and starts fucking you rough and deep. Your breath hitches a sob, and his fingertips dig into your ass cheek.
"Do you want them to find us?" he asks through clenched teeth. "If so, I'll drag you out of this closet right now and fuck you on the goddamned dinner table. If not, you gotta stop making noise. It's your choice, I'm fine either way."
The shit of it is, he'd do it in a heartbeat and not even bat an eye.
You shake your head, humming around the ruined wad of expensive, imported silk. "Suit yourself," he shrugs, and ruts into you harder. His hips are audibly—loudly—smacking into yours now.
You're close to coming, so you cup a hand over the one mingis got working at your c*it. "You ready to come for me, sunshine? Gonna cream on me?"
You nod and push back against him. He chuckles. "Fucking eager. Go on then. Come for me."
You hear him hiss when your c*nt starts spasming around him on command. You can't help the groans that escape your throat when you drench him, just like he asked you to. Your hips buck with the intensity, and Mingi coaxes you through it while you whine.
"What was that?" His mom's voice is muffled by the heavy wood door, but she's just outside in the hallway. There's a low-pitched response, and she says again, "No, I heard something."
Mingi keeps fucking you—doesn't even slow down—even after a harsh gasp sounds from directly behind the door, followed by his mom, "Oh jesus. What the hell." She makes disgusted noises all the way around the corner.
Guess there's no point in being quiet anymore.
Apparently Mingi agrees, because he stops whispering. "Fuck, I'm coming, sunshine," he groans. Then he buries himself deep, and you're filled with heat as he empties himself inside you. He's whimpering curses, and you could almost come again just from how wrecked he sounds.
He pulls out of you gently, and immediately drops to one knee to retrieve your panties. He makes you step into them, and pulls them up. "Don't want to lose any of it, not now. Save it for dinner. Should be even more fun now, because by now everyone knows what we were up to in here," he scoffs. Then grumbles to himself, "my mom's ears are sharp."
He licks up the dribbles that have made their way down your thighs, then scoops your dress up from off the floor and passes it to you, so you can slip it on over your head. Once you're dressed again, you open the closet door, preoccupied with how awkward dinner would be now.
"Ah, wait," he stops you. Taps your lips, "Give it."
Oh. Right. The scarf. You open and he pulls the soggy wad out of your mouth. You head to the dining room. Mingi tosses the ruined scarf on the closet floor, and delicately wipes his fingers on his sweater before shutting the door and following you to dinner.
