Night 7 - Hate Sex (GISELLE)

"Fuck you!"

"Eat a dick!"

A very usual exchange between you and Giselle, unsurprising when the only emotion you feel for each other is sheer unimaginable hatred.

So why are you talking? Seems like a self solving solution.

Well, your friends have got evidently sick of you two hating each other. 'Ruining the vibe', Minjeong's words. Trapping you two in this prison. (Ningning's bathroom)

Their rules were simple, the two of you weren't allowed out until differences were sorted. Problem is Giselle is oil and you are water. It's never going to happen.

"We'll be back in like two hours, or so! Going to get some food, we'll see you laterrr!" Karina shouted, the three of them disappearing with the apartment door slamming behind.

"Ugh, who the hell has a lock that only works on the outside!?" Giselle shouted, banging against it to no avail. "Especially a bathroom? What the fuck!?"

"Eugh, can you quiet down for a fucking second? Always yelling your head off for no damn reason." The shrillness of her voice was starting to drive you mental, truthfully there wasn't really an explanation for why Giselle and you hated each other so much. It just seemed to be the equivalent of a thousand little needles as opposed to one knife.

"Sorry I don't want to be locked in a room with an annoying asshole!" She huffed, "Two fucking hours! And we don't even have our phones! Can we go out the window?"

You laughed at the absurdity, Giselle scoffing in anger. "We are on the 10th floor, be my guest."

The usual 'I would rather die than be in a room with you' remarks she gave were strictly metaphorical, opting to stay where she was. Already growing bored and annoyed and that would increase by the second.

Because she was the most impatient girl you had the displeasure of ever fucking knowing. Literal seconds could pass without something happening and she'll complain or start scrolling instagram, with that out of options Giselle was going to actually have to entertain the scariest thing of all.

A conversation.

"Fuck this is going to be boring! Wanna chat?" She asked, sitting on the ground with her head leaning against the door.

"Ew, no fucking thanks." She rolled her eyes at the response, trying the door again as if it would change.

"Gosh, it's just a chat, acting all fucking high and mighty for no reason. Insufferable prick."

"Maybe if you weren't such a bitch all the time I'd be nicer!" Now she was pissed, standing up and closing the gap. Giselle and you have bickered before, not this quick.

Time it, three minutes.

You stood up in retaliation.

"Don't call me a bitch! I'm nice to people who aren't you." Giselle got in your face, rage evident on her own.

"Okay? I don't care? Why don't you just go over in the corner and fuck off?" You spat back, Giselle forcefully shoved you into the sink, making you topple over.

Somehow, someway, as if fate intervened to make the two of you as uncomfortable as possible.

You fell right ontop of her.

Faces inches apart, you didn't move.

She didn't move.

The atmosphere tightened, like ropes were constricting it.

And then, her lips were on yours, tongues fighting in an intense clash, the bitter taste of coffee hitting your tastebuds. Giselle gripped harshly onto your hair, pulling you in deep.

Giselle forced you off for oxygen, "Better when you shut the fuck up."

"Likewise."

One swift motion and back on your feet, Giselle's shoved her tongue back in your mouth. Becoming an awkward dance where she kept control, a hand getting too brave. Snaking down, rubbing at your crotch.

"Getting hard? off being kissed? Better not be a fucking virgin." Giselle goaded, "I'm not wasting my time."

"Who said I'd fuck you? Bet every single person who's touched you walks away disappointed."

"Because– we have two hours. And sure, you can sit there." Giselle gave up easier than you've known, knocking down the toilet seat and sitting there.

Giselle removed her booty shorts, then her panties. Revealing her pussy, pink, already slick with arousal, unshaven. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"You can sit there and wait two hours if you want, but I'm not." She said as a matter of fact, putting her feet on the toilet seat. "Bet you have a shrimp dick, that's why you don't want to fuck me." Giselle's fingers slipped inside.

"Bigger than you could fucking handle thats for sure."

"Ha! Funniest- ah. Thing you've said." She wasted no time in getting to work, fingering herself, going to her knuckles. You turned your head, opting to not stare. "Come on, stop being a fucking bitch! Watch me pleasure myself better than you've ever touched a woman!"

Giselle felt real offense, not a feeling she was entirely used to, especially from you. But here she was, giving you a show and your head was turned.

She stared at your crotch, watching you get fucking hard. It was obvious you were big. She may have despised you, though she wasn't giving up yet. Letting the horniness take the wheel. "Little bitch, can't handle a woman who isn't going 'ohhh please...! Give me your cock oh my god!!! aweee!!!!' " Giselle mocked, your blood started to boil.

She was under your skin like a needle.

"Shut up, god." You groaned.

"Make me then, little bitch."

You folded so fucking fast, getting up. Giselle watched with smugness as you got closer. "So easy to make mad, haha."

That was enough.

Giselle's face flashed with shock when you pulled her fingers out, pushing three of your own inside her cunt. She didn't deserve slow, slamming them aggressively inside deep as possible. She gasped, no, screamed. "Wheres that smugness now? Hm?"

Her words were cut short, dying in the back of her throat as you curled your fingers. "That's what I thought." Giselle couldn't retort, how badly she wanted to. Every attempt becoming a wailing moan. "Much better..."

Giselle's thighs clamped down on your arm, instinctively trying to protect her pussy from the euphoric assault. Though her mind was nothing short of a mess, thoughts getting thrown all around. From fuck! That's so good!! to why am I letting this asshole boss me around?

The former was winning, getting stretched so well by your fingers, practically salivating at the thought of your cock. The pitching tent in your boxers wasn't exactly subtle, when did you even get a chance to strip?

She was so close, right on the cusp of cumming all over your hand. Just a little more, more! She thought, the feeling in her core growing.

But it didn't come.

You pulled your fingers out at the last second.

"Urgh! What the fuck?!" She shouted, attempting to take matters in her own hands, reintroducing her fingers. But you stopped her, pinning her hands in yours. "What is your issue! Asshole."

"Come on that'd be a bit too easy. You'll have to work harder." The confidence you felt was truly pushing your ego to soaring new heights, "Suck me off and maybe I'll let you cum."

Giselle scoffed, "Bet you don't even wash properly, no way." there was no way she'd ever concede to you, because if your ego was big, hers was bigger. Truly an instance of an unstoppable force vs an immovable object.

"Okay, then we sit here like this until they let us out." You were bluffing, hard. Giselle met your eyes, trying to read your expression. "Or, you can get on your knees."

"Get it out, let me see what you have."

You were quick to comply, cock free in the air, the only fabric still on was shirts. "I've seen better, just fuck me already, I don't give head."

"First time for everything." You shrugged.

"Not happening, now do you want to fuck me or should I grab Minjeong's dildo from behind the sink?"

You answered with actions rather than words, moving her off the sink. Pushing her forcefully onto the ground, popping her ass out. "We don't have condoms so don't you dare cum inside." She said.

"Yeah yeah, don't worry about it. Not like that."

"At least you aren't a complete piece of shit, now hurry up."

There was no reason to dignify it with a response, rubbing your tip against her impossibly wet cunt, more turned on than she cared to admit. Shame lost to lust as the guy she hated the most pushed his cock inside of her.

Giselle let out the most sinful moan as you split her open. You started slow to make it all the better when you went hard. "Okay.. mmh, your cock isn't awful." She was lying through her teeth, it was so much better than anything shes had before.

You'd never admit it either.

Your cock slid in and out of her effortlessly, for she was wetter than ever thought possible, "Fuck. You are so much better like this, could have saved so many arguments if you just did this." You groaned, opting for forceful slams and a slow pace. Giselle's ass jiggling every time you bottomed out, then you'd slowly retract and do it all again. Hearing her squeal.

"Like I'd ever let you hit if I wasn't fuck!! bored." Her head turned to face you, previously neat and well maintained hair now an utter mess. As if your ego couldn't climb higher.

"Tell yourself whatever you want, your body tells a different story."

"Shut up and fuck me harder!" She was frustrated, already close to cumming from earlier. Just needed a bit more.

"I don't know, I could get off nice and easily like this." Every time you pulled out a string of Giselle's juices connected like drool. She huffed, the time between each thrust getting longer just to irritate her.

"Well I can't asshole, and since I gave you the luxury of getting laid. Fuck me properly."

"That's no way to ask, beg a little and maybe I can speed up."

Hell no! She thought, there was nothing that'd make her beg. Absolutely nothing. Getting frustrated at how obnoxious you were being, the same equally applicable to your own feelings. Giselle never playing along was making this all quite irritating.

Well there's a reason you hate each other.

"Fuck no." Giselle had a better idea, thinking back on your earlier request, giving head wasn't something she was keen about. Though with how you were the biggest... "I'll suck you off, then you fuck me exactly how I tell you to." This impromptu game of bartering was strange, pulling out regardless.

She turned around, "Ugh, don't you dare rush me. I'll bite your fucking cock off." You shuddered in pure fear, which quickly turned to pleasure as Giselle's lips wrapped around your tip. Tasting herself more than you, replacing juices with spit.

Giselle went far too slow for your liking, barely doing anything. Every motion dragging on an hour longer than needed, she was doing this intentionally. Face as smug as it could be with a cock buried half inside.

But your ego wouldn't let that last for much longer.

She looked confused as your fingers coiled in her hair. Shock as she was pushed down, your dick getting crammed down her throat. Giselle gagged while you fucked her face, those noises better than the irritating drivel that normally came out her mouth.

"You want me to fuck you properly?" You smirked, thriving off how irritated she looked, not stopping this from happening though. Her mouth was silk, wrapped round without much care. Everything you wanted was to be taken, she would give nothing.

Maybe that was part of the thrill.

"Well then take it a bit harder, payment for being such a bitch.." She scoffed around your cock. Every slam hit like crack, straight into the back of her throat, vibrating on your tip. Pre-cum leaking down onto Giselle's tongue.

"We were right earlier, when you don't speak theres less arguments." Animosity was rife in the air, she had another ten reasons to loathe you.

Enough fun for now. Any more teasing and her earlier promise won't be empty.

Giselle fell hard onto the floor when your grip loosened, one last little jest. She pant and coughed, hacking up some saliva onto the ground. "You are such a wanker." Funny choice of words from her.

"Yeah yeah, what do you want princess?" A simple diminutive rattled Giselle to no end. If she wasn't horny she'd kick your ass into next week.

"Shut the fuck up, but lay down." She pushed you onto the bathroom floor, "Can't trust you with a hamster let alone actually making me cum. I'll do it myself." Giselle climbed over.

"The princess can do what she likes, less work for me."

"I'll stuff my fucking panties in your mouth if you don't shut up! God fucking damn you are so insufferable." She spat, saliva getting on your cheek.

"Just do what you want to, save me the headache."

Giselle got on with it, wanting to be done with you as much as you wanted to be done with her. Turning away from you, sinking down onto your cock, she didn't waste time. Immediately bouncing on top of you, the earlier edging making her walls quake and quiver around you. "Fuck.. Okay, jesus." escaped somebodies mouth.

This is truly the prime angle, her fat ass clapping every time she dropped all the way down, jiggling in the air, plus Giselle didn't complain while she was riding you.

Victories all around.

Every moan that leaked out into the room was stunted, trapped. Any moments of weakness earlier was gone, now any preservation of your egos was the most important thing.

And getting off.

As such the room was relatively quiet, skin slapping and poorly installed appliances rattling were the main vocal points. Few grunts here and there, Giselle felt even wetter, tighter and ungodly sinful while she went to town.

The door rattled, murmurs from the other side. Giselle's head snapped to stare at it, your heart dropped to your fucking stomach. It unlocked.

"So did you guys mak- oh!" Minjeong shrieked, immediately covering her eyes.

"Looks like it! We'll come back in five minutes, try not to be naked when we do." Karina slammed the door shut.

"That was not fucking two hours?!" Giselle moaned, "maybe they got back early, fuck... well asshole, this is your fault. We gotta hurry up!"

Your fault? Really? That's not how you remember the last however long went, its getting rewritten live in front of you. Her momentum spiked, you joined to meet her half way. Racing against the new deadline.

"Fuck.. you better be close! Cause I am..!" Giselle froze while she came all over your cock, making you do all the work as per usual. You slammed inside, treating her pussy like nothing more than a fleshlight for the last couple moments.

Your orgasm hit you hard, pent up arousal splashed against her ass, a few spurts directly on her asshole. The entire canvas painted in thick white blobs.

"Eugh, really couldn't have just came on a tissue or something?" She groaned.

"Nah, where's the fun in all that." You gasped, "going to use the toilet real quick you don't mind?"

"Don't fucking care, i need to wash this cum off me anyway." Giselle climbed into her friends shower, rinsing off your load.

The two of you got ready, presentable, right before they came knocking again. Almost like they knew.

Giselle took the first step. "Say fucking anything and I'll beat your asses so fucking hard." Pointing at her three actual friends.

Karina shot you a look, to say 'was she at least good though?' which you nodded. Nobody would bring this up again.

Except you, now it'd be even more fun to rile her up.