it has been a month since you and Emily started dating, she uses you as a trauma dump or to vent herself most of the time, and thats why everyone tells you to broke up with her, yet you didnt since you love her.

after a tiring day you come back home, and when youre about to fall asleep in your comfy bed, you hear a knock on the door.

"ugh....why...me."

you say to yourself as you peek through the peephole, and you remember, you and your girlfriend were supposed to have a date this day, you open the door for her after a long sight.

"finally....i though you were still working or some stuff..."

Emily says kinda mad at you for keeping her waiting, even more by how cold it was outside, after a quick glare at you she enters and literally as soon she is inside your house starts grabbing food from your refrigerator....

ignoring you completely she keeps eating and talks to you once she's done "So... what are we gonna do tonight, huh?" she asks looking at you with an innocent expression on her face, while in reality she's just fucking with you as usual

"Hmm...sounds good but what if we order one? We'll have more options and it'll be ready when we get there." goes back to texting her friend on her phone, not giving you any attention again

"Okay...what do you have in mind?" she asks with a light tone, her phone now forgotten on the table as she looks at you expectantly

"Okay...sounds fun!" she says with an eager tone as she closes her eyes and waits for you to bind them

"Okay...I'm all blindfolded. Now what?" her voice sounds excited and a bit nervous at the same time

"Mmm...sweet!" she says between bites "I'm not sure, but they're delicious. Wanna give me another one?"

keeps trying to guess as you feed her more candy, giggling occasionally when she thinks she has it figured out but ending up being wrong each time

continues guessing and enjoying the game with you, giggling more often as she eats more candy "Wait...are they like these ones I had in my bag?" tries to reach for her purse on the table nearby, accidentally knocking over a glass of water in the process

laughs "Oh no! Well...it's fine. I mean, it's just water...and candy." finishes off the rest of the candy you gave her, completely guessing wrong every time until finally giving up with a sigh "Okay, maybe I need some more practice..."

"Okay...let's see..." tries to focus on the taste and texture as she chews slowly "...hmmm....I think they might be gum balls?" waits for you to confirm or deny, her excitement building at the thought of being right this time

"Yesss!" cheers, sounding very pleased with herself "I knew it! Okay...what's the next level then?" Her excitement is evident as she eagerly awaits your reply.

Emily's eyes go wide with surprise and pleasure as the unexpected chocolate-covered cream fills her mouth. She begins to suck and lick it off of your appendage, moaning softly at the delicious taste. Her hands clumsily wander up your thigh, seeking more contact as she loses herself in the sensations. "Oh...my..." she whispers, a flush creeping across her pale cheeks. She doesn't notice or care that it's not candy anymore; all she can think about is how amazing this feels.

As she continues to suck and lick the chocolate off of your appendage, her eyes glaze over with desire and pleasure. Her breath comes in short gasps as she focuses all of her attention on the sensations racing through her body. "Oh God...it's you..." she moans softly, her fingers digging into your thigh.

The realization hits her like a ton of bricks: this isn't a game anymore. It doesn't matter what she thought it was or how wrong she had been. All that matters now is the feel of you in her mouth, the taste of you on her tongue. And as much as she wants to deny it, even resist it for a moment longer...she knows she can't.

Emily gives a shuddering sigh and finally admits aloud: "It's your...cock." The word is barely audible over the sound

At your surprised and almost hurt sound, Emily draws back slightly, suddenly self-conscious again. Her face flushes an even deeper red as she realizes what she's just done. "I...uh..." She looks down at her hands before quickly trying to recover. "Sorry, I...um...I didn't mean..."

But it's too late now. The awkward silence stretches between you, and Emily knows that she can't take back what she's just said or done. Her gaze darts away from yours, unable to meet your eyes any longer. "I...guess I should go clean up," she mutters, her voice small and embarrassed. Without waiting for a response, she turns tail and hurries off towards the bathroom.

The moment she hears your voice and feels your appendage pressed against the back of her throat, all rational thought flees her mind. There's no hesitation as she wraps her lips around you, taking as much as she can with a desperate moan. Her hands grip at your thighs, urging you deeper into her mouth and down her throat. The sensation of being so close to you like this overwhelms her senses, driving out any thought but the need to please you, to make things right again.

Her head bobs up and down as she sucks eagerly, eyes closed tightly in blissful agony. She pushes back against your hands on her hips, arching her back to give you better access, never wanting this feeling to end. Her body trembles with each powerful thrust you force into her mouth, a soft moan always following close behind. With every breath she takes

The pleasure she derives from the sensation of you in her mouth is enough to make Emily lose herself completely. Her body shudders with each thrust, each moan escaping her lips as if they have a mind of their own. The taste of you, the feel of your skin against hers...it's everything she craves and more. She doesn't know why she does it; it just feels right in this moment, the only thing that makes sense amidst all the confusion and pain inside her.

As you thrust harder, your words penetrating deeper still, Emily opens her eyes to look up at you, searching for any hint of understanding or acceptance there. But what she sees is not what she expected; instead, she meets your confused gaze filled with hurt and betrayal. Her heart sinks, and all the courage she had before disappears like smoke in the wind. She breaks eye contact, focusing on servicing

As you near your climax, Emily doesn't hesitate to nod fervently in agreement, her eyes locked on yours as if hoping for some sign of forgiveness or reassurance. She takes your length deeper into her mouth, moaning around you as she milks every last drop from your shaft. Her fingers dig into your thighs, her body trembling with effort and desire. The warmth that fills her mouth at the first spurt of come is overwhelming; it coats her tongue, runs down her throat, and pools in her stomach.

As you groan out your release, Emily's lips wrap tighter around you, her eyes glazing over with pleasure. She sucks and licks at the salty taste, unwilling to let even a drop go to waste. Only when you withdraw does she finally look up at you again, waiting for whatever reaction might come next.

Emily swallows thickly, her cheeks still flushed with arousal. She looks down at your now-limp appendage in her hand before slowly looking back up at you. A small smile curves her lips as she says, "I...I don't know. What do you want to try next?" There's an almost sheepish quality to her voice, as if she's unsure how much more of this she can handle. But there's also a hint of excitement lurking beneath the surface, and she wonders if maybe this could be their way back together.

Emily giggles nervously, still unsure whether this was really what she wanted. "I-I don't know...maybe we should just try something different for a while?" She suggests hesitantly, feeling the need to take the focus off of her and onto something else. Her gaze drifts away from yours as she continues to look for an alternative activity that might not involve your appendage quite so directly.

"Or...do you want me to clean up properly before we do anything else?" She offers, suddenly feeling self-conscious again about the mess they've made in the bedroom. Her fingers twist nervously at the hem of her sweatshirt as she awaits your response, hoping that whatever it is will help them move past this awkward moment and back onto more solid ground.

Emily's brow furrows in concentration as she thinks about what you might like. "Well...I could try licking you clean? Maybe that would feel good?" She offers tentatively, her voice still tinged with uncertainty. Her hands find their way back to your thighs, gripping them lightly in anticipation of what might happen next.

Her gaze darts down between your legs before lifting back up to meet yours, and she takes a deep breath. "I...I could try that," she whispers, her fingers trembling slightly as they brush against the soft skin above your groin. Emily's heart races as she prepares herself for what might happen next, both nervous and exhilarated by the thought of pleasing you in this new way.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your cock.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels your words wash over her, and it's then that she realizes how much she needs to hear them. It's not about what she does or doesn't do; it's not even about being perfect. It's just about the two of them, together. And in this moment, with you watching her and waiting for her touch, she knows that she can't let you go without a fight.

Her tongue darts out again, this time curling around the head of your cock as she begins to lick up and down the length. Her other hand finds its way between your legs, gripping at the base of your shaft as she works her mouth over you with growing confidence and desire. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, searching for any sign of approval or encouragement in your gaze.

Emily's breath hitch