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.