warings: smut, toys, overstim and probably some other stuff
summary: Georgia is famous for faking orgasms, so you teach her a lesson
Stumbling into the apartment, your hands were all over each other. You quickly fumbled with the keys, setting them into the designated bowl. This all seemed to be taking just too long for the, in heels slightly taller, Georgia. She quickly grabbed you by the hips and pushed you against the closest wall, kissing you harshly, her hands on your breasts.
You managed to maneuver the two of you to your bedroom, where it was now your turn to push her down onto the bed.
You had met Georgia at a bar about two months ago, immediately, you started flirting with her and the two of you had met up a few nights since then, however you hadnāt gone further than making out. You had encountered women like Georgia a few times, however, none of them were quite like her. She always had someone hooked around her finger wherever she went. It was as if she had the reputation to be quite the man-eater, femme-fatale if you wanted. Having a degree in Psychology came in handy for you most of the time as it gave you the opportunity to read your sexual partners' body language at any time.
You pushed her down on the bed and undid the last two buttons of your black dress shirt, before discarding it onto the floor. The gasp that left Georgiaās mouth when she saw your abs didnāt go unnoticed by you as you sank to your knees, removing the heels from the blondeās feet. Her red dress had already been down by her hips at that point, leaving her torso covered by just a piece of black lace, you suspected you would find a matching thong when you would fully remove it. Your guess had been correct. Once she was completely bare in front of you, you climbed on top of her, now fully stripped of your clothes as well.
You looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before she forced your head down with a hand on your neck, your lips crashing violently against each others'. You left marks all over her body, she sure wouldnāt be able to wear that dress again if she wanted the marks to be covered.
You had been teasing her for a few minutes now, toying with her breasts and occasionally pressing your knee to her center lightly. She whimpered when you entered a finger into her heat and her back arched, a moan leaving her throat. However, you saw right through her little act. You could see that she was enjoying it, yes, but those moans werenāt truthful. You decided to not give away you knew what she was doing, obviously trying to fake an orgasm. You suspected she had learned how to survive in the world, deeming it a self-defense mechanism.
āOh my god!ā She moaned, āSo close, Y/n- so close.ā Seconds later, she let out a pornographic moan, arching her back off the mattress beautifully. You went along with her act āhelpingā her to ride out her high before you climbed back up her body to meet her eyes. āOh, pretty baby. Think you can fool me huh? Iāve heard that you were famous for doing things like this. But I thought those were just rumors.ā You tutted. āMaybe my baby needs some punishing, huh?ā You questioned as you watched a blush appear on Georgiaās face.
āDonāt act all shy now, darling. Iām gonna fuck you so good, you wonāt be able to walk in the morning. Maybe for the next few days. How does that sound?ā You questioned, pinning her hands above her head. āNow, if you feel uncomfortable at any point, just say so and I will stop whatever Iām doing. Understood?ā You asked her and she swallowed harshly before nodding. āWords, darling.ā You encouraged her. āYes, understood.ā She breathed out and you smiled. āGood.ā You said. āNow, Iām gonna tie your hands to the headboard.ā You told her and she nodded as you got off her body, reaching into the drawer to your left, pulling out two silken ropes.
āIs that too tight?ā You asked her, making sure she was comfortable. She shook her head in reply, you raised an eyebrow at her. āNo, itās perfect.ā She replied and you hummed.āReady for your punishment, darling?ā You asked and she whimpered. āYes.ā
Teasingly, you started pressing kisses to her throat, traveling further down ad a painstaking pace. You left mark after mark between those you had already left. You smirked against her skin when you felt her actually relaxing into your touch, you could sense that she was willing to give herself to you now. Dropping the act from before, reacting differently to your actions than before.
By the time you had started pressing kisses to her thighs, you could see her arousal dripping onto the sheets. She was a whimpering and whining mess beneath you, murmuring out pleads for you to start doing something, anything to her.
And when you actually started giving something to her, the moans that left her mouth were sure to disturb the neighbors. She let out more and more pleads as she approached her high. Sensing when she was about to come, you pulled away from her body, a frustrated huff left the blondeās lips. āDarling, I can read you like an open book. Donāt think you can come without my permission, do you?ā You questioned rhetorically.
You continued to tease her further, feeling her growing more and more desperate for you to touch her where she needed you most. It was torture and you knew it. However, you deemed it fair. She whimpered in frustration when you drew back, only to reach into the drawer of your nightstand to your right, searching for a very specific item. When you found it, a smirk found its way back to your face. Your eyes devouring her as if she were your prey.
You expertly inserted the vibrator between her legs, you revealed in the gasp she let free as you turned it on. āBe a good girl, donāt hold back.ā You warned her, kissing your way up her already twitching body. The vibrations were ruthless and continuous, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, you, having the ability to be reading her body like an open book, shut it off just then and edge her until she had lost count of how many times you did this. Desperate pleas and whines were falling from her mouth constantly now.
āPlease.ā She whined as you removed the toy from between her legs, knuckles white from holding on to the silk restraints. Your fingers entered her heat that was leaking with need. You couldnāt help but feel some sense of pride. Your fingers worked tirelessly, thrusting hard and fast, a simple curl of your fingers hitting that spot that drove her wild.
āPlease, god, please. Iām gonna-ā Georgia mumbled and cut herself off with a moan of her own. āCome for me, darling.ā was all she needed to hear, followed by a deliciously painful bite to her collarbone. She tumbled over the edge, screaming your name as you continued your quest. You could sense she was unsure if she was calming down still or building to the next orgasm, but she didnāt seem to care. All she could do was to whimper and whine for you to keep going.
You started removing your fingers from her heat and traveled down her body with your head, exploring her heat with your tongue. Georgia was too sensitive for another but you didnāt stop, knowing she could take it as she didnāt stop you.
You brought her over the edge and back down, even gently cleaning her up before coming to untie her and gather her spent body in your arms. āYou did so good for me, princess.ā You murmured, pressing kisses to the crown of her head. āAnd donāt you ever dare to pull that stunt on me again.ā You added and she chuckled, still out of breath.
Iām sorry for a lot of things but I have a few regrets in particular.
Iām sorry I wanted to get so close to you at one sleepover years ago that I basically felt you up. I donāt even know to this day whether you realised, but even if you didnāt Iām sorry.
Iām sorry I used to get you to repeatedly stroke my arm and sometimes stomach when I was feeling brave because it felt nice and I had never felt like that with anyone before. I couldnāt tell if it was because I liked you, it most definitely was.
Iām sorry I was always so needy and craved those sleepovers and free lessons to cuddle in the common room. I got upset when you couldnāt come/werenāt there because during that time, that was one of the only things that made me happy.
Iām sorry I ever fell in love with you in the first place because it was the worst mistake of my life.
Thinking about this again after this weekend it wasnt like this but the close contact just reminded me of it and how im probably never gonna forget it and never be completely over her
I still really want a girl to give me oral so fucking bad. I bet it would feel incredible. But im still single and have never done anything at 25 years old.
Nobody ever talks about how selfless it is to choose, over and over again, to not commit suicide. Nobody ever acknowledges the tremendous sacrifice suicidal people make every time we choose not to kill ourselves. When a person who is suffering so horribly that death seems like their best option decides not to take their one way out, and to instead remain in hell, day after day, month after month, year after year, because they donāt want to hurt the people they love, they are doing something extraordinary. Not killing yourself when itās all you want to do is the purest act of love I can imagine. Dying for someone is easy - you donāt have to deal with any of the consequences, you have your moment of nobility and then itās all over. But living for someone, when the simple fact of consciousness is literal torture for you? Every single suicidal person who ever made a choice to not kill themselves in a moment of misery is a goddamn hero in my eyes. Wanting to die and still surviving is an act of titanic courage and self-sacrifice. We deserve more credit for it.
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