#giselle

hi guys i’ve written a lot a lot of poems but this one is kinda bad in comparison so pls don’t judge i promise im a much better writer than this T-T i wna try incorporating more of them into my moodboards so !! this is a first try at that

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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