The thudding bass from the house partywas vibrating in Jannick’s chest. He was leaned against a wall in the crowded living room, a cold beer in one hand, his other resting casually on the lower back of a petite girl with dark, silky hair.

“So you’re telling me,” he said, his voice a low, confident murmur pitched just for her over the music, his German accent thickening with intent, “that in China, you don’t even have gyms like this?” He flexed his bicep slightly against her, the muscle hard under his tight tank top. “How do you stay in shape, huh? Just, like, tai chi and shit?”

The girl, Ling, she’d said her name was, giggled, a nervous, flattered sound. “We have gyms, of course. But not so… intense, maybe.”

“Ja, ja, we Germans know how to work,” Jannick said, grinning. He leaned in closer, his lips nearly brushing her ear. “You should let me show you sometime. I could give you a proper…”

“JANNICK!”

The voice cut through the music like a knife. He turned, his smile slipping into a smirk of annoyance. Hannah stood there, her face flushed, eyes blazing. She’d clearly been looking for him.

Ling immediately took a step back, her smile vanishing.

“Was zum Teufel machst du da?” What the devil are you doing there? Hannah hissed, stepping right into his space. “Direkt vor mir? Willst du mich verarschen?“ Right in front of me? Are you fucking kidding me?

Jannick’s eyes narrowed. He took a slow sip of his beer, buying a second to master the surge of anger. “Beruhig dich, Hannah,” Calm down, he said, his voice flat. “Wir sind auf einer Party, mach doch nicht so eine Szene.” We‘re at a party, don’t make a scene.

“Du hast sie doch angebaggert!“ You flirted with her! Hannah’s voice was rising, a few people nearby were starting to watch. “Ich hab nur geredet,” I was just talking Jannick shot back, rolling his eyes. “Weil du so unsicher bist, muss ich jetzt mit keiner Frau mehr reden, oder was?” Because you’re insecure I’m not allowed to talk to women, or what? He used the classic deflection.

Ling mumbled something inaudible and melted into the crowd, her face bright red with humiliation.

Hannah’s voice cracked. “Du hast sie bloßgestellt! Du hast mich bloßgestellt!“ You embarrassed her! You embarrassed me!

“Du stellst dich selber bloss,” *Youre embarrassing yourself,*Jannick snapped, losing patience. He grabbed her arm, not too hard, but firmly, and pulled her toward a slightly quieter corner by the stairs. “Hör auf, dich wie eine hysterische Hure aufzuführen. Alles nur, weil ich nett zu jemandem war.” Stop acting like a hysterical whore. All because I was nice to someone.

That did it. Her face crumpled from anger into hurt, then back into rage. She yanked her arm free. “Du bist ein widerliches Arschloch. Ich bin fertig mit dir.” You’re disgusting asshole. I’m done with you. She didn’t wait for a response, she turned and shoved her way through the crowd toward the front door. He saw Ling by the exit giving him one last, disappointed look before following Hannah out.

The confrontation left a bitter, metallic taste in his mouth. The sexual buzz he’d been working on with Ling was still there, coiled tight in his gut, but now it was tangled with frustration and anger. He could feel the side-eyes from people who’d witnessed it. His options here were shot - no way he was charming another girl in this room now. And Hannah? She’d definitely lock him out, no pussy tonight.

He needed to piss, then he needed to find another party.

Draining the last of his beer, he shoved the empty bottle onto a windowsill and shouldered his way toward the staircase. The upstairs hallway was quieter, carpeted, the bass more of a dull throb. He tried a door - locked. Another - closet full of coats. Verdammt.

The third door gave way under his hand.

It wasn’t a bathroom. It was a bedroom, dark except for the streetlight filtering through a single window. And on the bed, a shape was curled under a rumpled duvet.

Jannick paused in the doorway, his horny, pissed-off brain recalibrating. He stepped inside, letting the door swing mostly shut behind him. His eyes adjusted. It was a girl, passed out, by the looks of it. One arm was flung above her head, the lines of her body soft and inviting under the thin blanket. She had a nice face. A slow, predatory smile spread across Jannick’s face. The frustration and sexual tension found a new, immediate outlet.

He quietly pushed the door until he heard the lock click. The sound was final. Satisfying. He approached the bed, his heart starting to beat a harder, faster rhythm. He could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest, smell the faint, sweet scent of alcohol on her breath - she was out cold.

“Na, du kleine Schönheit,” Na, you small beauty? he murmured to himself, his voice a rough whisper. “Was machst du denn hier ganz allein?” What are you doing here all alone?

His gaze travelled over her form, lingering on the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist. His cock, already half-hard from the earlier tension, gave a thick, urgent twitch in his jeans. With a quick, decisive motion, he unbuckled his belt, the metal clinked softly. He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them and his boxers down to his thighs, freeing his cock. It sprang out, fully erect now, thick and curving upwards. He gave it a few slow, rough strokes, his eyes fixed on the sleeping girl.

“So still,” he whispered, a dark thrill running through him. “Das wird sich gleich ändern.” That's about to change. He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, he moved over her, his knees bracketing her hips. He hooked his hands under her shoulder and hip and rolled her onto her stomach with a grunt of effort.

Now he was kneeling over her thighs, he reached down, grabbed the hem of her top, and rucked it up her back, exposing the smooth skin. His other hand went to the waistband of her pants, fingers slipping underneath. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth close to her ear.

“Du schläfst ja so süß,” You're sleeping so cute, he breathed, his voice thick with lust. “Weißt du was? Ich brauch dich gerade und du wirst still liegen und es genießen, du kleine Schlampe.” You know what? I need you right now, and you''re gonna lie here and enjoy it, you little slut.

He positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging against the cleft of her ass, still over her clothes. He began to rut against her, a slow, grinding motion, the rough fabric of her pants creating a delicious friction against his sensitive flesh. A low groan escaped him as he dropped his forehead between her shoulder blades, his hips moving with a selfish, building rhythm.