Yizhuo stretches in the passenger seat. That sigh—you know that sigh.
"Manager-nim." Sweet voice. Fake as fuck. "I was thinking about you on the way home."
You keep your eyes on the road. "Yeah?"
"Mm." She shifts. Skirt riding up her thighs, and she knows you noticed. "Must be lonely. Going home to that empty apartment again."
Your grip tightens on the wheel. Empty apartment. You had her bent over your kitchen counter yesterday morning, made her late to practice because she couldn't stop cumming on your cock. But sure. Empty.
"Real thoughtful of you."
Another sigh. Heavier. "When's the last time you even had sex? Like, good sex?"
She sounds so very genuine. So worried. Like she gives a shit about your fictional dry spell instead of the fact that your cum was dripping down her thighs two days ago.
"It must be frustrating," she continues. "Being alone like that."
Your cock twitches. She knows exactly what she's doing, and fuck her, it works every time. Those big concerned eyes, that worried little pout—meanwhile she's probably, no, DEFINITELY wet thinking about where this is going.
"I'm fine."
"Are you though?" Leaning forward now. Her top shifts and you catch cleavage. Absolutely not a coincidence. "I read this article about men who don't get regular sex. They get irritable. Unfocused. Their performance suffers."
Performance. That word just hanging there between you.
Your knuckles go white on the wheel. You don't respond.
"Nothing to say?" She settles back. That little bounce that makes her tits move just right. "I just worry, you know? Some of the other managers seem so... relaxed. Confident. Like Manager Kim—I heard he's seeing someone regularly."
Manager Kim. That smug asshole. Meanwhile according to Yizhuo, you're jerking off alone like some teenager. If he only knew you had her screaming your name last Thursday, makeup running down her face.
"Good for him."
"Right? Physical release is so important for men. That outlet, that—" She actually purrs it. "—pleasure. Not just..." Her fist jerks in the air. So crude. Deliberate.
Jesus Christ.
"Thanks for the concern."
"I'm serious!" Turning in her seat now. Full attention on you, and her skirt's high enough you can see lace. The same panties you pulled aside with your teeth two days ago. "It's not healthy going so long without companionship. Maybe I should set you up? I know some sweet girls who might like an older guy."
Older guy. Fuck her sideways. You're barely older than she is.
"I can handle my own dating life."
"But you're not!" Her voice kicks up, filled with artificial worry. "When's the last time you even tried? Actually talked to a woman, flirted, made her feel desired?"
Her hand lands on your arm. Light touch. Innocent. Except it shoots straight to your dick because she knows what her touch does to you.
"I prefer quality over quantity."
She laughs. Bright and mean. "Quality? You can't have quality if you don't have anything at all. And from what I can see..."
Her eyes drop to your lap. To where your cock is straining against your pants.
"...you're definitely not getting anything."
The car swerves. Just slightly. Her hand shoots to your thigh to steady herself—landing way too close to your erection.
"Careful!" Fake concern. Her thumb strokes across your pants. Could be played off as an accident. It isn't. "See? You're so pent up it's affecting everything."
"I'm fine, Yizhuo."
"Are you sure? Your body's telling a different story." Her hand stays on your thigh. Burning through the fabric. "Poor thing. Must be so hard acting normal when you're this needy. This desperate."
Desperate.
Your cock pulses and she definitely feels it.
"Maybe I could help." Her fingers trace patterns on your thigh. "I know some techniques. Things I've learned from more experienced partners."
More experienced partners. She's really laying it on thick now. Like her previous hookups ever made her squirt the way you do. Never made her beg until her voice gave out.
"Very generous."
"I mean it! I could teach you things. What women really want, how to touch them properly..." Her voice goes breathy. Fingers moving higher. "I've been with men who really know what they're doing. The kind who make you come so hard you forget your own name."
"You think I need a lesson?"
"Oh, I'm sure you have the basics." Patronizing. Sweet. Makes you want to bend her over the hood right here in traffic. "But there's more to it than just putting it in and hoping for the best. Technique matters. Stamina. Understanding a woman's body..."
She shifts again and—fuck. Her panties are wet. Dark patch spreading across the lace. The little hypocrite is getting herself turned on talking about your supposed inexperience.
"For instance." Still going, completely oblivious that you've noticed. "Most men don't realize the clit has over 8,000 nerve endings. They think they can just rub roughly and expect results. But it takes finesse. Patience..."
Her breathing picks up. Nipples hard under her top.
This is insane. Getting wet from her own story about teaching you to fuck. While her body proves how well you already know.
"Fascinating."
"Right? And oral sex—God, most men are terrible at it. No rhythm, no understanding. I've had to fake it so many times." She sighs, thighs pressing together. "But the good ones... they can make you cum with just their tongue. Make you shake and cry and beg."
Last Thursday. She’s talking about last Thursday. You kept her on edge for an hour before letting her cum so hard she nearly blacked out. She's describing this shit like it's some fantasy she's never had.
"Sounds nice."
"It is." Pure sin in her smile now. Pretense gone. "Just last week, actually. This guy I've been seeing... God. He knows exactly how to touch me, what I need. Fucks me so good I can barely walk the next day."
Your hands shake on the wheel.
She notices.
"You okay? You seem tense." Tongue darting out to wet her lips. Deliberately provocative. "Like you need to work out some aggression."
"I'm fine."
"Mm. Maybe you should try what my guy does when he's worked up. Takes all that tension and just... channels it. Into something physical. Something intense." Voice dropping to a whisper. "He gets so rough with me sometimes. So demanding. And I love every fucking second of it."
There. The crack in her act. The real Ningning underneath—the one who begs you to pull her hair, pin her down, fuck her like you own her.
But she catches herself. Expression smoothing back to concerned friend.
"Sorry. Probably shouldn't talk about good sex when you're not getting any."
Pause. Eyes meeting yours.
"Wouldn't want to tease you."
Tease. She said it. Admission hanging there, and for a second her mask drops completely. You see the hunger. The desperate need for you to snap.
"How thoughtful."
"I just feel bad. Here I am getting fucked stupid on a regular basis, and you're going home alone to jerk off to porn. It's so..."
"So what?"
"Pathetic."
The word lands. Something snaps.
Red light ahead. You brake hard. She jolts forward, seatbelt catching her with a click. Car behind you honks.
You’re past caring.
"You know what, Yizhuo?" Your voice comes out quiet. Dangerous.
Her eyes go wide. That gleam of satisfaction underneath—she knows she finally hit the target.
"What?" Breathless.
"You're absolutely right."
Light turns green. You don't accelerate. Sharp right instead. Then another. The route to an overlook burning itself into your brain as you take each turn.
"Where are we going?" Excited, not concerned.
"You said I need to work out some aggression. Channel my energy into something physical." Final turn onto a dark empty road. No streetlights. Just trees and darkness and the perfect place to remind her who she belongs to.
"I was just trying to help—"
"Oh, you've been very helpful, Ning." The nickname slips out and her pupils blow wide. "Real educational. All those stories about your mystery lover who fucks you so good you can barely walk."
You pull into the empty lot. Headlights cutting through darkness before you kill the engine.
Silence. Just both of you breathing hard.
"I guess I need to figure out," you say, turning to look at her fully for the first time since this started, "exactly who this incredible lover of yours is."
She stares. Chest rising and falling fast. The innocent act completely gone—just hunger and anticipation now. Lips parted, cheeks flushed. That wet patch on her panties definitely bigger.
"I don't know what you mean." Whisper. Transparent lie.
"No?" Unbuckling your seatbelt. Slow. Never breaking eye contact. "This mystery man of yours—does he know how you like your hair pulled? How you whimper when he bites that spot on your neck? How you get so fucking wet when he talks dirty?"
Each question makes her breath hitch. By the end she's panting.
"Does he know you play these little games when you want to get fucked? Act all innocent and concerned while you're soaking through your panties, hoping he'll snap and give you what you're begging for?"
"Manager-nim..." No pretense left. Pure need.
"Because if he exists, he should probably know his girl is a manipulative little slut who gets off on pushing buttons. Who pretends to worry about other people's sex lives while spreading her legs and hoping someone notices how wet she is."
Her moan is soft but unmistakable. Head tipping back, submitting to your words.
"So what do you think, Ningning? Should we find this mysterious lover? Or should we cut the bullshit and admit you've been trying to get me to fuck you since you got in this car?"
"Please."
One word. Everything in it—admission, surrender, desperate need.
But you're not done.
"Please what? Please help you find a real man who can satisfy you? Because according to you, I'm just some pathetic inexperienced loser who can't make a woman cum."
"No, I—"
"That's what you said. I need instruction. Should accept my limitations." Your hand reaches over, wraps around her throat. Light pressure. "Maybe you were right. Maybe I should just listen while you tell me more about how amazing your mystery lover is."
"Stop." Gasping. Grinding against the seat, body betraying exactly what she wants.
"Stop what? Stop believing your story? Stop thinking maybe you're right, that I couldn't possibly be the one making you scream my name three times a week?"
Her eyes snap open. Meeting yours with desperate honesty.
"You know. You know it's you. I'm talking about you."
"Do I? Because you seemed real convinced I'm some loser who couldn't find your clit with a roadmap."
"I was just—I wanted—" Struggling for words, brain scrambled by arousal and being caught.
"You wanted what, baby? Use your words."
She moans at the pet name, rubbing her thighs together.
"I wanted you to fuck me. Make you angry, make you snap, make you prove you own me."
There it is.
"And what makes you think you deserve that after twenty minutes of calling me pathetic and inexperienced?"
"Because—" Her hand slides over, palms your erection through your pants. "—you're hard as fucking steel and we both know you're about to remind me exactly who I belong to."
You're out of the car before you process moving. Door slamming hard enough to rattle the windows. Cold night air hits your face but does nothing to cool the fire coursing through your fucking veins.
Around to her side. She's watching through the window, eyes wide and hungry.
You yank the door open. She practically spills into your arms.
"Finally," she breathes against your ear, and that word confirms everything—the whole evening was designed to push you exactly here.
"Finally?" Spinning her around, pressing her back against the cold metal of the car door. "You mean finally you get what you've been begging for all night?"
"Yes." Gasping as your body pins her. "God, yes."
Your hands map her body. Rough. The body you know better than your own. You grab her face, force her to look at you, thumb tracing her lips.
"You want to know something about your mysterious lover, Ningning? The one who fucks you so good you can barely walk?"
She nods frantically, tongue darting out to lick your thumb.
"He's getting really fucking tired of your games."
Then you're kissing her. Devouring her. Nothing gentle about it—pure hunger, pure possession. Your tongue claims her mouth while your hands tangle in her hair. She moans into it, body melting against yours, finally getting what she's been craving.
When you break away, you're both breathing hard. Her lips already swollen.
"Turn around."
She complies immediately. Palms flat against the car door.
Your hands slide down her sides. She trembles. When you reach the hem of her skirt, you don't hesitate—shove it up to her waist. Those lacy panties that have been tormenting you all evening. Absolutely soaked through.
"Fuck, look at you." Running your fingers along the damp fabric. "All that talk about my pathetic sex life, and you're dripping wet just from thinking about me bending you over this car."
"Ahhn—" She moans as you press the fabric against her pussy. The friction makes her whole body shudder. "Please, I need—"
"You need what? Instruction from your experienced lover?" You hook your fingers in the waistband. Rip them down her legs in one motion. "Or do you need me to show you what this pathetic, inexperienced loser can do to your needy little cunt?"
The crude words make her gasp and push back against you, seeking contact.
But you're not giving in yet.
Your hand slides between her legs from behind. Fingers teasing through her slick folds. Not giving her the pressure she's desperate for.
"Oh God, please." Whimpering, trying to grind back against your hand. "Don't tease, just—"
"Just what? Fuck you? Right here where anyone could drive by and see what a desperate slut you are?"
Your fingers circle her clit. Once. Barely a touch.
She nearly sobs with frustration.
"Yes! I don't care, I need you inside me, need you to fuck me hard—"
"Careful what you wish for, baby."
You pull your hand away. Sound of your belt buckle makes her moan with anticipation. When you free your cock—hard and throbbing from an hour of her torture—she looks back over her shoulder with such naked hunger it nearly undoes you.
"Is this what you wanted?" Pressing the head against her entrance but not pushing in. "All that talk about men who know what they're doing—is this what you were really asking for?"
"Yes." Trying to push back, take you inside. "Fuck, yes, please just—"
You slam in. One brutal thrust, burying yourself completely in her tight wet heat.
The cry that tears from her throat is raw. Desperate. Echoes in the quiet night.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, yes!"
"Is this what your mysterious lover does to you, Ningning?" Pulling almost completely out. "Does he fuck you like this? Like he owns you?"
"You—" Gasping. "—you're the only one. Only you, always you—ahhh!"
You slam back in and the admission sends possessive satisfaction surging through you.
Set a rhythm. Hard. Punishing. Each thrust rocks her entire body, and the sounds she makes—breathless moans, desperate whimpers, your name falling from her lips like a prayer.
"That's right." Hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "No mysterious lover. No one else who makes you scream like this. Just your pathetic manager who doesn't know what he's doing."
"Don't—ahhn!—don't stop." Voice breaking. "Harder, please, fuck me harder—"
You comply. Hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. The car rocks with the force. Somewhere in the back of your mind you register the ridiculousness—fucking your secret lover over the hood of your company car. But that thought drowns in the sight of her arching beneath you, the way her pussy clenches around your cock like she never wants to let go.
A pair of headlights sweeps across the overlook. Car on the winding road below. Instead of stopping, you fuck her harder.
Brief illumination lights everything up—her bent over your car, you pounding into her from behind, both of you lost in it.
"Let them look." Snarling. "Let them see how this slut belongs to me."
The exhibitionist thrill—her body convulses. Close already.
But you're not letting her cum yet.
You still. Buried deep inside her. She whines, tries to rock back, chase the friction.
"No—why did you stop—"
"Because." Pulling out completely. She actually whimpers at the loss. "We're not done yet."
You grab her waist, pull her away from the car. She's unsteady on her legs, looking back at you confused and desperate.
"Get in the backseat."
Her eyes light up. She scrambles for the door, yanks it open. You follow her in, the space immediately too small and perfect for what you need.
"On your back. Let me see you."
Ningning sprawls across the seat, skirt still bunched around her waist, top riding up. The moonlight coming through the windows catches her face—lips parted, pupils blown wide, chest heaving. She spreads her legs for you without being asked.
Fuck, she's perfect like this. Completely wrecked already and you're nowhere near done.
You settle between her thighs, running your hands up her legs. Slowly now. Let the anticipation build again.
"You know what your mystery man does?" you ask, fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs. Getting close to where she needs you but not touching. "When his girl has been a manipulative little brat all evening?"
Your thumb brushes against her clit. Feather-light. She gasps, tries to grind against your hand.
"Please—"
"Please what? Use those words you're so good at." Another barely-there touch. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"Your cock. I want your cock inside me again, want you to fuck me until I can't think—"
"Can't think about what? About all those lies you told me tonight?"
You push two fingers inside her. She's so wet they slide in easily, and the sound she makes is halfway between a moan and a sob.
"Yes—fuck—I'm sorry, I just wanted—" Her words cut off as you curl your fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her see stars.
"Wanted what?" You work your fingers slowly, watching her face. The way her eyes flutter closed, how her back arches off the seat. "Wanted to piss me off? Make me jealous?"
"Wanted you to fuck me like this." She's grinding against your hand now, shameless. "Wanted you angry and rough and—oh God, right there—"
You keep the pressure steady, your other hand sliding up under her top to palm her breast. Her nipple is hard against your palm. You roll it between your fingers and she cries out.
"You like being a brat, don't you? Getting me worked up, pushing my buttons until I snap."
"Yes!" Not even trying to deny it now. "Love it when you get like this, when you remind me—fuck, I'm gonna cum—"
You pull your fingers out.
She actually whimpers, eyes flying open to glare at you with desperate frustration.
"You don't get to cum yet." You bring your fingers to your mouth, taste her. Her eyes track the movement, darkening further. "Not until I'm good and ready to let you."
"That's not fair—"
"Fair?" You lean over her, one hand braced on the seat beside her head. Your cock pressing against her entrance again, not pushing in. Just resting there. The head getting slick from how wet she is. "You spent an hour telling me I'm a pathetic loser who can't satisfy a woman. You think you've earned fair?"
"I didn't mean it." Her hands cum up to grip your shoulders. Nails digging in. "You know I didn't mean it, I was just—"
"Just what?"
"Playing a game. Wanted this. Wanted you." She rolls her hips, trying to take you inside, but you pull back just enough to deny her. "Please, I need you so bad it hurts."
The raw honesty in her voice breaks something loose in you.
"Then take it."
You thrust in hard and she screams. Her nails rake down your back as you set a rhythm—slower than before but deeper. The angle in the cramped backseat lets you hit spots that make her whole body shake.
"Fuck, you feel so good." The words come out before you can stop them. "So fucking tight around me."
"Only for you." She wraps her legs around your waist, heels digging into your ass, pulling you deeper with each thrust. "Only ever this good with you."
You capture her mouth in a kiss. Messy and desperate, all tongue and teeth. She kisses back hungrily, one hand tangling in your hair while the other stays clawed into your shoulder.
When you break away to breathe, she's staring up at you with something that goes beyond just lust. Something that makes your chest tight even as you're pounding into her.
"Say it again," you demand, shifting your angle to grind against her clit with each thrust. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You—" Her voice breaks as you hit that perfect spot inside her. "Fuck, I'm yours, only yours, nobody else makes me feel like this—"
"That's right." You can feel her getting close again, the way her pussy flutters around your cock. "My girl. My manipulative little slut who plays games because she's too bratty to just ask for what she wants."
"Guilty." She manages a breathless laugh that turns into a moan. "Gonna—fuck, I'm gonna cum—"
"Not yet." You still your hips. "Look at me."
Her eyes open, hazy and desperate.
"Ask me nicely."
"Please." No hesitation now. No games. Just raw need. "Please let me cum. I need it so bad. Need you to make me cum on your cock."
"Better." You resume your rhythm, harder now. Your hand snakes between your bodies to find her clit. "Cum for me, Ningning. Show me how good I make you feel."
It takes maybe three more thrusts before she detonates.
Her orgasm hits like a fucking freight train.
Her whole body goes rigid, back arching off the seat as she clamps down around your cock. The pressure is almost painful, her pussy spasming and milking you as she screams your name into the cramped space of the car.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" It's all she can manage, broken and breathless, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the intensity.
You don't stop. You fuck her through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she's shaking and sobbing beneath you.
"Too much—oh God, it's too much—"
"You can take it." Your rhythm doesn't falter. "You wanted me to fuck you stupid, remember? Wanted me to prove who you belong to."
She can't even form words anymore, just these desperate whimpering sounds that go straight to your cock. Her nails are definitely drawing blood on your back now but you don't care. All you care about is the sight of her completely wrecked beneath you, the feel of her tight and perfect around you.
Your own orgasm is building fast. The combination of an hour of her teasing and the way she's looking at you now—totally fucked out and worshipful—it's too much.
"Where?" you grit out, your thrusts getting erratic.
"Inside." She locks her legs tighter around you. "Want you to cum inside me, fill me up—"
That does it. You slam into her one last time and let go, burying yourself as deep as possible as you cum. The release is intense enough to white out your vision for a second, every muscle in your body going taut as you empty yourself inside her.
For a long moment, neither of you move. Just breathing hard in the steamed-up car, your forehead resting against hers, both of you trembling with aftershocks.
Eventually you pull out—slowly, carefully. The mix of your cum and hers starts dripping down her thighs immediately. She makes a soft sound at the loss but doesn't protest, just lies there boneless and satisfied.
You collapse back against the opposite door, trying to catch your breath. Your legs are shaking. When did you get this out of shape?
Well you did just fuck her senseless in a cramped backseat. That would probably take it out of anyone.
Yizhuo shifts, propping herself up on her elbows to look at you. Her hair is a disaster, makeup smudged, lips swollen. She's still got her top half-on and her skirt bunched around her waist.
She looks absolutely fucking perfect.
"So," she says, and there's that edge of mischief creeping back into her voice already. "Maybe you're not completely out of practice after all."
You can't help it—you laugh. The audacity of this girl, going right back to the bit even now.
"Get dressed before you leave a stain on my upholstery."
"Your upholstery?" She sits up, looking around at the steamed windows and disheveled interior. "Pretty sure that ship has sailed."
She's probably right. There's going to be no explaining this if anyone looks too close. But that's a problem for tomorrow.
Ningning finds her panties on the floor of the car—torn, basically unwearable now. She holds them up, examining the damage with an amused expression.
"You owe me new underwear."
"You owe me an apology for that entire car ride."
"Mm." She balls up the ruined panties and stuffs them in your jacket pocket. "How about we call it even?"
You watch as she tries to fix her hair using the reflection in the window, finger-combing through the tangles. It's a losing battle. She gives up after a minute, pulling it into a messy bun instead.
"I'm not wearing underwear for the rest of the drive, by the way," she says casually, smoothing down her skirt. "Just so you're aware."
"Yizhuo."
"What?" All innocence. "Just making conversation. Wouldn't want you to be surprised if we hit a bump or something."
You close your eyes. This fucking girl.
"You're already starting again."
"I have no idea what you mean." But she's smiling as she climbs back into the passenger seat, and when you follow her out of the backseat and get back behind the wheel, she immediately curls up against the door, looking thoroughly satisfied with herself.
You start the car. The engine turns over and you pull back onto the dark road, heading toward the city lights below.
"Next time," you say as you navigate the turns, "just ask."
"Where's the fun in that?"
You glance over at her. She's already got that look in her eye—the one that means she's planning her next game, thinking up new ways to push your buttons.
You're never going to have a moment's peace with her.
"I'm keeping the panties," you tell her.
"Pervert."
"Says the girl who just spent an hour trying to make me jealous of myself."
She giggles at that, and the sound fills the car. Light and carefree and so very her that you can't even be annoyed.
Your phone buzzes in the cupholder. Probably a message from one of the other members wondering where you two are. You've definitely been gone longer than a normal drive home should take.
Yizhuo reaches over and silences it without looking.
"They can wait," she says, settling back in her seat. "Drive slow."
(Karina X Winter X Giselle X Ningning) Wordcount: 4978 words
You wake up to the soft warmth of a mouth wrapped around your cock. You barely have time to process that it’s the first day of NNN and the start of your and Karina’s new challenge, before a tongue flicks along the underside of your shaft, making your hips jerk. It’s not Karina. You know the difference instantly. Karina is all lips and slow, savoring teasing. This mouth is smaller and hungrier, the lips tighter as they slide down until you feel your tip pressed right against the back of her throat.
You blink, struggling to see through the haze. Long hair, black and spilling over your stomach. A hand wraps around your base, stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth. She hums around you, a playful, taunting sound that sends a jolt of heat straight through your gut.
“W–Winter?”
The name slips out before you can stop it and she looks up at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. Her lips are stretched tight around your cock, and her cheeks are hollowed as she lets you see every inch disappearing between them. Your body tenses.
“Mm?”
She hums, not stopping for a second. The vibration travels straight through you.
You want to stop her. You should stop her. This is wrong, this is insane, and Karina could walk in at any moment. But all you can do is clutch at the sheets, panting as Winter bobs her head faster, tongue swirling, hand squeezing your cock even tighter. You don’t know how she got here. She must’ve been too quiet to wake you up. You think, for one crazy moment, that Karina must have set this up. She joked about making you fail NNN again, about bringing in “reinforcements” to see how long you’d last. Is this her idea of a prank? A test?
Right now, you don’t even care. Winter’s mouth is so wet, so warm, and she’s moaning around your cock like getting you off is her favorite thing in the world. Her lips glide all the way down your shaft until your hips lift off the bed, the wet, hungry sounds echoing in the quiet, dreamlike morning. Her eyes still don’t leave yours and you feel yourself dangerously close to the edge, fighting not to give in. You want to say her name, to warn her, to beg her to slow down, but the words get stuck in your throat.
You force yourself to look away, desperate for any distraction that’ll keep you from losing it too soon. As your gaze drifts to the right, your brain stutters. There’s someone else lying beside you.
Ningning is sprawled on her side, propped up on one elbow, wearing nothing but a wicked smile on her face. She’s watching the scene of Winter sucking you off, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she gazes at Winter’s lips gliding along your length. When you meet her gaze, her eyes flicker with amusement. She leans a little closer, her voice a sultry purr.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
She whispers, her fingers tracing lazy circles over your chest.
“We had a little bet who could wake you up with just her mouth, and I guess Winter won.”
She pouts, fake disappointment curling her lips, then grins.
“Too bad. I wanted a taste of your cock too. So, you better make it up to me.”
Before you can even process what’s happening, before you can form a reply, Ningning’s body moves, her thighs swinging over you. Suddenly, she’s kneeling above your head, her heat radiating down as she settles just above your lips, her pussy on full display. The scent of her arousal hits you instantly, dizzying and sweet.
Winter doesn’t pause for a second, her hand stroking you in perfect rhythm with her mouth, her moans vibrating straight through your core. Your world narrows to the sensations of Winter’s mouth driving you mad from below and Ningning’s pussy hovering just out of reach above you.
The younger one glances down at you, her hair falling in a curtain around her face. She bites her lip, her eyes gleaming.
“Well? You going to make it up to me, or do I have to sit here all morning, oppa?”
You barely have time to breathe before her hips sink lower, her soft warmth brushing over your mouth. You give in without thinking, licking a slow, teasing stripe along her folds. Ningning gasps, her body shuddering above you, and she rocks her hips against your tongue, urging you on.
Winter’s pace quickens, her cheeks hollowing, sucking you harder than ever, as Ningning rides your mouth, her breathy moans and needy whimpers filling the air. The bed creaks beneath you as you’re trapped between them, Winter’s relentless mouth, Ningning’s desperate, rolling hips. You’re helpless, overpowered, and more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life.
You force yourself to focus, to fight back that boiling pleasure Winter is building inside you with every slick, eager movement of her mouth. Your only hope is distraction, so you bury your tongue into Ningning, desperate to lose yourself in her taste instead of the maddening heat building below. She gasps the moment you lick her cunt, the sound ringing in your ears, her thighs trembling slightly as she settles her weight onto your face. Your hands grip her hips, pulling her down so you can really taste her. She’s soft, wet and intoxicating on your taste buds. You let your tongue flick and circle, teasing her clit and then diving lower, savoring every drop, every shiver of her body above you.
“Fuck-”
Ningning’s voice is already shaking as her hips start to rock.
“God, you’re good at that.”
She bites her lip, looking down at you, her eyes wide and pleading.
“Do you like it? Do I taste good for you, oppa?”
You groan into her, nodding as best you can with her pressed to your mouth. You answer with your tongue, giving her a long, slow lick, feeling her shudder.
“Tell me.”
She moans, hips rolling in slow circles as you suck gently on her clit
“Tell me how much you love my pussy. Tell me I taste better than anyone.”
Her voice cracks on a whimper when you push your tongue inside her again.
“Please, I need it. I want to hear it from you…right now.”
You want to talk but your silenced by Ningning grinding her pussy onto your tongue as Winter’s mouth relentlessly pushes you toward the edge with a steady, unyielding pace. The only thing keeping you from losing it is the way Ningning sounds above you, desperate for your approval, her body so responsive to every flick of your tongue. You finally manage to break away just enough to gasp.
“You taste fucking incredible,”
Your voice muffled by her thighs.
“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, Ningning. I could eat you for hours.”
She cries out, her hands flying to your hair, grinding herself down against your mouth.
“Oh my god, fuck-don’t stop. I want you to eat me every morning, I want you to love it-love me. Do you love how wet I get for you?”
You moan your answer, your tongue driving deeper, flicking and teasing her just the way she wants, giving her everything she needs and more. She’s writhing above you, moaning your name, while Winter’s mouth never lets up from your cock.
Ningning’s thighs clamp tighter around your head. Her muscles are trembling, but they’re still strong. Stronger than you expect. It becomes harder to breathe. Every gasp for air is laced with her scent as her slick cunt smears your lips and chin. You dig your nails into her thighs, desperate for a little leverage, but she only presses closer, holding you captive with her body. Your hands slide up, digging into her flesh, but she barely budges. If anything, she seems to revel in it, grinding herself against your mouth, letting out a needy, ragged whine.
“God, I love your mouth.”
Her voice is thick with heat.
“But do you like my thighs, too? Hm? Are they as good as my pussy, oppa?”
You try to nod, but she’s relentless, squeezing you between her legs, making you dizzy. Your lungs burn and you’re powerless beneath her, completely at her mercy. She tilts her hips just enough for you to catch a breath, her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you back to her.
"Say it."
She demands with a shaking voice.
“Tell me you love my thighs. Tell me you want to be smothered by me.”
Your answer is muffled, half choked by pleasure and desperation, but you manage.
“I love them. Fuck, Ningning, I love your thighs. Want you to squeeze me…never let go…”
A shiver runs through her. She lets out a soft, broken laugh, then rolls her hips against your mouth, thighs quivering as she chases her own high.
Meanwhile, Winter switches things up. Her mouth leaves your cock slick and aching, the cool air prickling over your skin. For a split second you think she’s done, but then you feel her lips at the base of your cock. They trail down to your balls, her tongue swirling around them and teasing. She kisses your inner thighs and lets her breath ghost along your skin. The teasing touch sends sparks of pleasure through your whole body.
Then she moves higher, her mouth exploring your abs, your hip bones. Her teeth scrape playfully against your skin. Her lips press kisses along every inch she can reach. You twitch, body helplessly responsive, caught between Winter’s wandering mouth and Ningning’s crushing thighs.
The older of the two circles back to your cock, her breath hot as she kisses up your length, finally swallowing you again, taking you in deep. The sudden return to that slick, desperate warm mouth is enough to make you gasp against Ningning.
Ningning moans as you suck her clit harder. Her thighs shake and you realize you’re pushing her toward a crushing orgasm. Because her moans grow louder and higher now. They fill the room with desperate, needy sounds as she rocks herself against your mouth. Her free hand squeezes her tits, fingers tugging at her own nipple as her hips grind down. Her thighs crush your head with each shuddering thrust. The air in your lungs is thick with the scent of her arousal. Your world shrinks to nothing but her taste and the pressure of her body on your tongue.
You struggle beneath her, half dazed and breathless, but you don’t let up. Reaching around her, you grab both of her ass cheeks in your hands, squeezing, spreading, kneading her soft flesh as you pull her down harder onto your mouth. Ningning arches her back with a gasp. Her voice breaks and her hips jerk into your touch.
“Fuck-You like my ass, don’t you? You want to fuck it, don’t you, oppa?”
You answer without hesitation, voice muffled by her thighs and slick pussy.
“Love your ass, Ningning. Want to fuck it so bad…want to feel you squeeze me everywhere.”
You can feel her starting to fall apart. Her entire body trembles. Her breath comes in short, desperate pants. She glances down at you, her lips parted.
“Tell me…whose ass is better? Mine or Ari’s? I want to hear you say it. Right now.”
There’s not even a pause. You give her ass a hard squeeze, licking her clit just the way she seems to like it the most.
“Yours. Always yours, Ningning.”
The words hit her like a shockwave. Ningning’s thighs clamp down even harder, trapping your head, nearly suffocating you as she tips over the edge. Her entire body shudders, her moans spilling out loud and broken, echoing off the walls. She grinds herself against your mouth, riding out her orgasm with reckless abandon, not letting up until she’s trembling and breathless and spent, finally easing her grip just enough for you to gulp in air.
All the while, Winter never stops. She takes your cock deep, then lets her tongue and lips explore you, sucking, licking, kissing up your length, down to your thighs, then back again. She moans around your dick as she hears Ningning’s cries, her mouth growing even hungrier, determined to push you right to your own breaking point.
Ningning collapses forward. Her body is limp and shivering. Her breath is hot against your skin. She’s smiling, dazed and satisfied, her hands still tangled in your hair. You’re dizzy, half blinded by pleasure and lack of air, your cock throbbing in Winter’s relentless mouth. Every second that passes she pushes you closer to the edge, no hope of holding out much longer.
As Ningning finally climbs off you, her thighs trembling, she barely gives you a moment to breathe. She collapses beside you. But then she grabs your face with both hands and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue diving into your mouth, making herself taste her own slick that’s still coating your lips and chin. She moans into the kiss, her body melting against yours, needy and possessive.
You lose yourself in the kiss, but Winter has no intention of letting you rest. She shifts lower on the bed, her hands wrapping around your slick, aching cock. One hand grips at the base, the other twists up your shaft. Her lips trail down, kissing and licking your balls, drawing them into her mouth one at a time. The sensation is overwhelming. Her hands stroke you in tandem, her mouth teasing your most sensitive spots, while Ningning’s lips are locked to yours, swallowing every sound you try to make.
You’re still trapped, unable to tell Winter to stop, with your moans swallowed by Ningning’s mouth, your body jerking with pleasure as Winter works you ruthlessly toward the edge.
Suddenly, from your left, you hear a new voice, almost lazy and sweet, but dripping with mischief.
“Hope you didn’t forget about me.”
You turn your head, breaking the kiss with Ningning, and your heart skips. Giselle is kneeling on the floor next to the bed, her body poised and perfect, her arm draped over the mattress, chin resting on her forearm as she watches you with a wicked smile. She’s completely naked, her skin glowing in the soft morning light, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
She is playing with a bottle of lube, giving it a little shake, letting you see her slick, glistening fingers.
“I’m all lubed up and ready for you, daddy.”
Her purr in combination with her sultry look and that pink hair, almost finishes the job Winter has started. Pink hair? Didn’t she change that a while ago-
“Just say the word. Or maybe…”
She lets her fingers slide slowly down her ass, which is unfortunately out of your view, and gives her right cheek a loud spank.
“…you’re already too busy?”
Winter only doubles down at the sound of Giselle’s voice, taking both of your balls in her mouth at once. Her hands pump your cock faster, making you arch off the bed with a gasp. Ningning nips at your jaw, breath hot against your cheek.
“Looks like you’ve got a choice to make.”
Giselle grins, certain you’ll be choosing her.
“I know you can’t resist.”
She doesn’t wait for another invitation. With a wicked grin, she crawls up onto the bed, the bottle of lube clamped between her teeth. She swings a leg over you, straddling your hips for just a moment. Bending low, she leans forward and deposits the lube right in your mouth, the plastic cool against your tongue. She gives your chin a little tap, her eyes shining with mischief.
Winter finally lets your cock slip from her mouth, her hand still wrapped around your shaft. She shoots Giselle a look, not even trying to hide her annoyance.
“Hey! That’s not fair. You can’t just walk in and take his cock for yourself.”
Giselle just laughs. Her whole body twists to face Winter as she sits back on her knees. With a lube slick hand, she reaches out and gently strokes Winter’s cheek in mock sympathy.
“Aww, poor thing. Did you want a turn? Too bad, you lost the race.”
Her touch leaves a glistening streak across Winter’s skin.
Winter leans away, frowning and scrunching up her nose, clearly unamused by the sticky residue.
“Seriously? Ugh, keep that stuff on yourself.”
Her gaze drops to the way Giselle’s ass glistens with lube.
Meanwhile, Ningning has recovered enough to roll over, sliding herself close to your side. She plucks the bottle of lube from your mouth with delicate fingers, her eyes never leaving yours. She gives you a sly smile.
“Let me help you with this, oppa.”
Her voice is sweet as she flips the cap open. But you can see the hunger in her eyes and the way her breath catches at the prospect of her hands all over you again.
She squeezes a generous amount into her palm and wraps her hand around your cock, the coolness making you shudder. But Ningning wastes no time. The moment the lube touches your skin, she abandons all pretense. Her fist tightens around your cock and she starts jerking you off in quick, greedy strokes, her hand gliding easily up and down your shaft. Her eyes are fixed on your face, hungry and defiant, her lip caught between her teeth as she pumps you fast and rough, clearly determined to wring every reaction out of you.
You can’t hold back a sharp gasp, your hips twitching helplessly into her grip. A deep groan slips from your lips. Your whole body arches into her touch. The sensation is electric and overwhelming. Your cock is throbbing in her slick fist as she works you faster and faster.
At the edge of the bed, Giselle and Winter are still caught up in their bickering. Giselle is taunting Winter who’s pouting and climbing off the bed. She moves to sit up at the headrest, planting herself right next to you, her thigh pressed against your arm. She glances down at your face, her lips curled into a faint pout, her eyes flicking between your flushed expression and the way Ningning’s hand is working you.
But it’s your gasps that finally catch Giselle’s attention. She turns, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Ningning’s determined grip.
“Hey!”
Giselle swats Ningning’s hand away with a sharp smack, her voice dripping with playful indignation.
“You’re supposed to lube him up, not make him blow before I even get a turn.”
Ningning just scoffs, rolling her eyes and giving your cock one last, lingering squeeze before she lets go.
“Maybe if you’d paid less attention to your own ass, you wouldn’t be so late to the party.”
She wipes her slick hand on the sheets, but there’s no real heat in her tone.
Winter smirks from her spot at the headboard, her fingers tracing idle circles on your chest as she leans in to whisper in your ear.
“Better hold on. I’ve heard guys lose their minds when she rides them.”
You’re still reeling from Ningning’s grip, your cock aching and twitching. You’re more desperate than ever but take Winter’s advice to heart.
Giselle swings her leg over you and plants herself facing your feet, giving you a full view of her ass. She reaches back, spreading her cheeks just a little, looking over her shoulder with that same wicked, challenging smile. Unable to resist, you reach out and give her a couple of sharp slaps, your palms stinging as her ass jiggles beneath your hands. She lets out a gasp, then slowly, lowers herself onto your cock.
You can’t see her face, but you hear her breathing quicken as she sinks down, inch by inch, your cock stretching her tight, glistening asshole. She rocks her hips, working you deeper, until you’re buried inside her and her ass is pressed flush against your hips. The grip is unreal. It’s a hundred times hotter and tighter than Winter’s mouth, making you groan.
When she’s settled, Giselle starts to bounce, slow at first, then picking up the pace. Every rise and fall sends waves of pleasure through you, her ass jiggling with every slap of skin. The sight is hypnotic. The slick sheen of lube only makes her cheeks shine brighter, every bounce punctuated by the lewd, wet sounds of her riding you.
Winter and Ningning lounge at the head of the bed, watching openly, their conversation drifting in and out as you try desperately to focus.
“Look at her.”
Winter says, her voice low and amused.
“God, such a slut. Bet she’s been thinking about this all week.”
Ningning laughs, her gaze fixed on Giselle’s bouncing ass.
“Please, she’s probably been stretching for him every night with the plugs she leaves lying around everywhere in the dorm. Anything for a cock in her ass.”
You try to block them out, biting your lip, staring at Giselle’s perfect, bouncing form. Every time she slams down, you feel your control slipping. Her asshole is gripping you so tightly you nearly lose it with every stroke.
Suddenly, Winter’s voice turns mischievous.
“Bet you won’t pour the whole bottle over her.”
Ningning grins, grabbing the lube, and without hesitation, she flips the cap and tips it over Giselle’s ass. The cold, slick liquid gushes out in a thick stream, splashing over her cheeks, running down between them, pooling in the valley of her ass, and flooding over your cock and thighs. There’s so much of it, it coats everything. Your hips, the sheets, even the lower part of your abs, until you’re both a slippery, shining mess.
But Giselle doesn’t miss a beat. She just looks back with a smirk, giving Ningning a mocking:
“Thanks, babe.”
Before dropping her hips again, grinding herself down harder, making you feel every slippery inch.
The lube turns creamy, somehow thickening and stringing into sticky, white ropes that stretch from Giselle’s bouncing ass to your skin, webbing her cheeks to your abs, connecting you in lewd, messy strands.
The girls’ gossip keeps swirling, their voices teasing, but Giselle just rides you harder, letting the lube make everything filthier. Your hands dig into both Ningning’s and Winter’s thighs on either side of you as you try to hold onto something. Your body slides against hers, every movement impossibly slick and hot.
Winter leans in, her lips brushing your ear.
“If you take control and put her in her place, we’ll let you finish all over our faces. All three of us. Wouldn’t you like that, oppa?”
The promise in her voice, the sight of Giselle’s ass bouncing and coated in that sticky, white cream, the taste of Ningning still on your lips…You don’t really have a choice.
You sit straight up, sudden determination in your voice.
“Deal.”
Giselle is so caught up in her own pleasure, in the relentless bounce of her ass and the feeling of your cock stretching her, that she barely notices the shift in your body. It’s not until your arms wrap tightly around her waist and you pull her flush against your chest that her eyes widen in surprise.
“Wait-”
She starts, but you’re already moving. With one quick motion, you rock back, dragging her off your lap and pushing her forward until she’s on her hands and knees. Your cock slips out of her tight hole, despite her muscles desperately trying to hold you in, making her whine in protest.
“What are you doing?”
She gasps, her voice dripping with need.
“I was having so much fun riding your cock-”
You cut her off.
“Shut up and take it.”
She barely has time to smirk over her shoulder before you thrust back into her, sinking into her ass in one hard, unrelenting stroke. The mess of lube makes it easy, almost too easy, and you bottom out in an instant, hips smacking against her slippery cheeks. The force of it makes her jolt forward, her knuckles gripping the sheets, but she doesn’t falter. Instead, Giselle just throws her head back and laughs.
“Oh fuck, daddy—is that all you’ve got?”
She taunts you, arching her back, grinding back against you.
“Come on, ruin me. I know you want to see how much of your cock I can take. Bet you love the way my ass milks you, don’t you? Bet you wanna see me drooling, begging for more, huh?”
Her words only drive you harder. You grab her hips, fingers digging into her slick flesh, and pound into her with reckless, punishing force. The wet, creamy lube squelches with every thrust, splattering across your thighs, your abs, the sheets, making everything even messier. Giselle just takes it, her ass bouncing with every slap of your bodies, the creamy strings stretching and breaking as you fuck her harder.
Winter and Ningning are sprawled at the head of the bed, eyes wide, mouths open in awe and delight as they watch you dominate Giselle, their cheeks flushed and their breathing heavy.
“God, look at her.”
Winter laughs.
“She really is the sluttiest, isn’t she?”
Ningning grins, sliding her hand between her own legs as she watches.
“She loves it. I bet she gets fucked like that all the time.”
Giselle’s words come out in breathless, broken moans.
“Come on, daddy, don’t hold back. Show your little audience what you can do. Make me scream for you…make a mess out of all of us.”
Your own control is hanging by a thread. Every word she spits only makes you thrust harder and faster, determined to claim her completely.
You slam into Giselle from behind, hips crashing into her slippery ass. Your grip tightens around her waist, so you don’t suddenly lose the much needed leverage. Every thrust is met with a taunt, her voice breathless, but utterly unbroken.
“Mmm, is that all you’ve got, daddy?”
She glances back at you over her shoulder, a wicked grin curling her lips.
“Thought you were gonna put me in my place. Thought you were gonna shut me up. But here I am, still talking…”
You grip her harder, your fingers sinking deep into her flesh, desperate to pin her down, to silence her, to make her feel every inch of your cock rearranging her guts.
“Shut up, Giselle.”
But she just arches her back, meeting every brutal thrust with a filthy moan and a laugh that sounds almost triumphant.
“Oh, you like it when I talk, don’t you? Like hearing how good your cock feels in my ass-how messy you’ve made me. You gonna cum for us, daddy? You gonna make a mess all over your little sluts?”
Every word, every taunt pushes you closer to the edge. Giselle’s body shudders with every thrust, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open, her eyes glassy with pleasure, but even as she looks totally fucked, she keeps going, never missing a chance to tease you, to push you just a little bit further.
“Come on.”
She gasps, her voice dissolving into a cry as you pound into her.
“Let go. Show us how much you love fucking my ass. Fill me up, daddy. Ruin me. Ruin all of us.”
You’re right there, barely holding on. Your hand reaches out to finally clamp over her bratty mouth, determined to shut her up for good. But just as your fingers brush her lips-
Ding-dong.
You freeze. The sound barely registers at first, muffled and distant, but it comes again. Louder this time.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
You try to focus, but everything starts to blur. The feeling of Giselle’s body, the heat of her tight ass, the chorus of voices and moans. The room starts to fade, piece by piece, the sensation of slick skin and tangled limbs dissolving into darkness.
Ding-dong.
You blink, the light behind your eyelids blending you. The doorbell keeps ringing, echoing through the apartment. You’re lying in your own bed, the sheets twisted around your legs, your skin hot and your breath coming in shallow gasps. The spot next to you, where Karina had curled up last night, is empty and already cold.
The dream lingers, sticky and vivid, as you force yourself to sit up, your cock still achingly hard, your head spinning. You stumble out of bed, still hard and thoroughly annoyed at whoever thought it was a good idea to interrupt the best dream you’ve had in months. Your head is foggy with sleep and arousal, your body still thrumming with the phantom feeling of Giselle’s slick skin and bratty moans. You tug on the first shirt you find, not even bothering with pants, just your boxers, and pad barefoot into the living room, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
The doorbell rings again. You move toward the entrance. When you reach the door, you glance at the small video display set into the wall, the grainy feed from the camera outside lighting up.
Your heart skips.
There, standing in the hallway with a suitcase by her side, is Giselle. She’s wearing a tight black dress, the fabric hugging the curve of her ass while the top also shows off her collarbone underneath her necklace. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders, one hand resting on the handle of her luggage. She glances up at the camera, shifting her weight, her lips curling into an awkward smile.
For a moment, you just stare, caught between the afterglow of your dream and the sudden, impossible reality of her standing right there. The memory of her voice, her body, the way she begged and taunted you, echoes in your head. You can’t help but let your gaze drift, comparing every detail of the real Giselle to the one you’d just had your way with in your sleep.
She looks even better in real life.
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I hope you enjoyed this short first chapter. Don't worry, the next ones will be longer.
