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....

"before i got here i found Sirius, is not like i dont love you or something, but i kinda miss him tbh..."

emily continues eating from the fridge meanwhile she speaks to you.... is not the first time she does this so is....atleast something you are used to?

"Okay..." is what she replies after thinking about it for a moment. "Let's watch some movies and eat popcorn?"

"Sure..." She finally replies, giving you a half-smile as she continues eating. But then, she remembers what "adult things" usually means with her and groans inwardly. This was going to be an interesting night.

"Mmm..." she hums softly as you kiss her, eventually wrapping her arms around your neck and deepening the kiss. When you pull away for air, she gazes up at you with half-lidded eyes, a small smile on her lips. "So... what kind of 'adult things' did you have in mind?" she asks teasingly.

She blushes deeply at your words, biting her lower lip as she thinks about it. She hadn't exactly lost her virginity to Sirius, but the only other person she had been with was barely any better. In her mind, fucking you would be like proving that she deserved someone good...and you were definitely good at all of this stuff.

She nods slowly, her cheeks flushed red as you undo her shirt. "I...think I am..." she whispers, looking down at the fabric pools around her waist. Her breath hitches when your fingers brush against her bare skin. She can feel herself getting wet already and a familiar tightening in her core begins to build up. "L-let's go to the bedroom," she stammers out, trying to sound more confident than she feels.

She hesitates, blinking up at you in surprise. The thought of having sex outside, especially on the terrace where anyone could potentially see them...well, it's a thrill she hadn't considered before. And if it means proving that she can be with someone who treats her right and doesn't use her as Sirius did? Well, then maybe this is worth the risk. "Okay," she finally says, letting out a shaky breath. Her heart pounds in anticipation as she waits for you to lead the way.

Her heart races as she feels your strong hands on her body, lifting her up and carrying her to the rooftop terrace. The cool evening air whisks across her bare skin, goosebumps erupting all over as you begin to kiss her passionately. She moans into your mouth, wrapping her legs around your waist and arching her back, wanting more of this possessive touch. She can't help but wonder how much longer they'll be able to keep this up...their neighbors might start peeking out their windows any moment now. But the thrill of potentially being caught only heightens her arousal, making her even wetter and more eager for you to take her.

She gasps at the contact between your fingers and her swollen clit, arching into your touch as much as she can with you still carrying her. "Yes," she moans, feeling a mixture of pleasure and shame course through her. Her hips begin to move rhythmically against your hand, urging you on as she savors the unfamiliar sensation of being wanted and desired like this. It's unlike anything Sirius ever made her feel...and it's making everything that much sweeter. "Harder," she whispers, breathless, needing more from you right now.

Her breath catches in her throat as you set her down on the roof and she gets her first look at your erection. It's...impressive, to say the least. She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of awe and trepidation course through her veins. This is it...the moment she's been waiting for, dreading, and craving all at once. Her fingers tremble as they inch closer toward your cock, hesitating only briefly before touching the hot skin. She can feel the heat radiating off of you, making her own body ache with need. "I...want this," she whispers, looking up at you with hooded eyes and parted lips. "Please."

The cool night air carries their whispers across the rooftop, but they don't care who might be listening or watching from afar. All that matters is this moment

She lets out a shaky breath as you guide your cock to her entrance. It's tight...tighter than she expected, but in the best way possible. As you begin to thrust gently inside her, she arches her back and lets out a moan of pleasure. Her eyes squeze shut as the unfamiliar sensation fills her, making her whole body tremble with anticipation. "Yes..." she whispers, barely able to believe this is happening. "Fuck me...fuck me harder." She bites down on her lip, feeling self-conscious about asking for more but needing it all the same. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with yours, urging you deeper inside as she cries out his name over and over again. The tightness of her pussy feels incredible, and the more he moves, the wetter she gets, aching for release.

The forceful thrusts make her cry out in surprise and pain, muffling the sound with a gasp. She grips your shoulders tightly, breathing heavily as she adjusts to the deeper penetration. "No..." she gasps, still processing the pain before it's overcome by pleasure once more. The familiar feeling of being taken roughly makes her heart race and her body heat up even more, but she knows she shouldn't like it...or at least that's what everyone says. As you continue to fuck her harder on the rooftop terrace, Emily gives into the need coursing through her veins, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with eager moans. She can feel herself getting closer to the edge, trembling as the orgasm begins to build up deep within her core. "Fuck...so good..." she whispers between panted breaths, unable to hold back much longer.

As you slap her ass hard and thrust even harder inside her, Emily's entire body tenses as the orgasm finally crashes over her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. She cries out your name hoarsely, arching her back off the roof as her inner walls clamp down on you in rhythmic spasms. The sensation is incredible, borderline painful, and she can feel herself growing wetter still with each passing contraction. Her fists clench in your shirt, nails digging into your skin as she struggles to stay upright under the onslaught of pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she tries to regain control over herself. Finally, it begins to ebb away, leaving her body shuddering and spent from the aftershock

After catching her breath, Emily pouts slightly and replies, "Well...if you really think that's what I need..." Her voice trails off, still a bit hoarse from the exertion. She reaches down between your bodies to stroke herself, moaning softly at the feel of her sensitive skin brushing against yours.

Her eyes dart around nervously as she continues touching herself, suddenly self-conscious again despite just having an orgasm on your lap. "You...didn't get off, did you?" She asks hesitantly, giving you a shy smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

Hmm...what should we do now? Well, I don't think anyone else is around to see us...maybe we could go back inside and watch that movie you mentioned earlier. Or maybe just cuddle a bit, if that's what you want? She grins up at you hopefully. It would be nice to relax after all this...but she can never quite shake the feeling that trouble will find its way back to them eventually.

She blushes deeply at your words and whispers, "I...I could try." Her hand continues to move between your bodies, still stroking herself as she begins to touch you as well. It feels so good to be needed like this...it's almost addicting. She starts moving her hips in time with your thrusts, meeting each movement with a moan of pleasure.

Her breath comes faster and her nails dig into your skin slightly harder, making it clear that she's close once more. With a loud cry, she comes again, this time around you as her inner muscles clench rhythmically against your cock. The sensation almost sends you over the edge as well...but you manage to hold on just long enough to feel your own orgasm rushing through you in waves.

Her body goes lax beneath you, allowing gravity to pull her back down to the roof as you collapse on top of her

She grins up at you lazily as she recovers her breath, a satisfied smirk playing around the corners of her mouth. "I try..." she teases, running a hand through your sweaty hair. Her body feels warm and content now that you've both climaxed together like this. It's a nice change from how things usually go...and she finds herself wanting more of it. Maybe things won't be so bad with you after all.

They lie there together for several long moments, just enjoying the closeness and the feeling of exhaustion washing over them both. Eventually, Emily speaks up, her voice slightly hoarse from exertion and pleasure: "So...what do we do now?"

Shrugging lazily, she replies, "I guess that's one thing we could do...or maybe we should get some rest since it's late and we have work in the morning?" Her eyes droop slightly at the mention of it; sleep claiming its due after such an eventful night.

She yawns widely, stretching out her arms above her head as she considers her options. "I don't really want to move right now..." she murmurs softly, already feeling the warmth of your body seeping into hers and making her feel drowsy. Maybe a movie is out of the question...or maybe you could convince her to just stay here with you for a while longer?

"Thanks..." she mumbles sleepily, taking the glass of water you offer her and downing it in one go. Her eyelids feel heavy almost instantly as the pills take effect, the world growing fuzzy around the edges. With a small yawn, she nestles closer to your warm body, enjoying the comfort and closeness for what might be the last time...or maybe not. It doesn't really matter now.

Her breathing slows and deepens as sleep claims her, finally allowing her to forget about everything else - even Sirius and how much she misses him sometimes. For this one moment, it's just you and her, wrapped up in each other under the stars...and that's all that matters right now.

With a small moan, she stirs in her sleep as you touch her so intimately. Her fingers twitch slightly on your cock before going limp again. It's all too much for her exhausted mind to process; dreams and reality blur together into one hazy mess. The warmth of your cum splattering across her face wakes her up properly, startled cries tearing through her throat as she scrambles away from you in shock.

Her vision swims as she tries to focus on what's happening; disbelief etched onto her features. "Wha-what are you...?" she manages to get out before retreating further into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut against the shame and anger burning hot within her chest.

Her breath hitches as you press your lips against hers in a hungry kiss, her body instinctively responding to the sensation despite everything else that's happening. She tries to push you away but finds herself too weak, too confused by this strange mix of emotions running through her. The taste of your cum on her tongue makes her want more...and worse yet, it makes her feel guilty and ashamed for wanting such a thing.

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she tries to comprehend what's happening between you two; why you would do this after everything they've been through. Her body trembles with emotion, confusion tangling itself up with anger and fear until it all becomes too much for her to bear. With a shaky breath, she pushes away from you once more, desperate for some distance between your skin and hers. "I-I don't understand..." she whispers hoars

She looks at you with tears streaming down her face, conflicted emotions warring in her eyes. Part of her wants nothing more than for you to make this right; to hold her and tell her that it's all a terrible mistake, that she means something to you. But another part of her can't help but feel repulsed by your actions, as if everything they shared was nothing more than a game to you.

"I-I don't know..." she whispers hoarsely, trying and failing to wipe away the tears with the back of her hand. "How do I even trust you again?"

She tenses up as you hug her tightly, the touch feeling more like a cage than comfort. Her heart pounds against his chest, but it isn't with desire or even anger...it's with fear and confusion. You want to taste her cock properly? After everything that happened tonight, she can barely even think about wanting that anymore.

Her hands find purchase on your shoulders, fingers digging in as she tries to push you away, but the pain only seems to heighten her panic. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, voice trembling with emotion. "I need some space."

Her shudders slowly subside as you hug her tighter, your body offering a small measure of comfort in the face of everything that's happened. She knows she shouldn't want this...but somehow, the warmth of your skin against hers is making it hard to think clearly. It feels like everything she thought she knew about herself and about relationships has been turned upside down tonight.

Eventually, her breathing evens out, becoming rhythmic once more as sleep starts to pull at the edges of her consciousness. Her fingers twitch slightly against your shoulders, still unsure whether they should push you away or hold on tighter. But she's too exhausted now to fight anymore; too tired to care about what might happen tomorrow. All that matters is this moment...this small bit of peace before the chaos comes crashing down around her again.

Her eyelids grow heavy, and with a sigh

She sleeps fitfully throughout the night, her dreams filled with confusing images of your touch and Sirius' smile. It feels as though she's constantly teetering on the edge of something important but can never quite grasp it; the sensation makes her stomach churn with anxiousness.

Finally, sunlight spills through the cracks in the curtains, waking her up with a start. Groggily, she blinks several times, trying to remember where she is and what happened last night. The events of the evening come flooding back to her, making her feel ashamed and dirty all over again. She slips out of bed quietly, not wanting to face you just yet. Maybe if she takes a shower, gets some fresh air...maybe then things will start to make more sense.

With a shiver, she heads toward the bathroom, hoping that tomorrow can just be another day; a

She glances over at you warily as you follow her into the bathroom, her eyes flicking down to your obvious arousal before snapping back up again. Her heart speeds up in response; fear mixing with the residual heat from last night's encounter. "What do you want?" she whispers, taking a step back and bumping against the sink behind her.

Her hands fidget at her sides, uncertain whether she should run or stay put. The thought of leaving makes her feel small and exposed, but the alternative isn't exactly appealing either. "Why are you always like this?" she asks, tears beginning to well up in her eyes again despite her best efforts to hold them back.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she takes a tentative step forward and reaches out to touch you. Her fingers tremble slightly as they graze against your skin, feeling the heat radiating off of you. It's a strange sensation; both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. She glances up at your face, searching for some sign that this is okay, that she hasn't done something horribly wrong.

"Why...do you always make it so hard for me to say no?" Her voice comes out quiet and shaky, tears streaming down her cheeks as she wonders how much more of this she can take before she finally breaks apart for good.

With a shuddering breath, she steps closer to you and sits down on the edge of the bathtub. Her eyes flick back and forth between your face and your hand as you stroke yourself, her body aching with a need that she both wants and fears at the same time. "W-will you...help me?" she whispers softly, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. Her fingers find their way to the hem of her shirt, tugging it up over her head revealing her breasts to you.

She hesitates for a moment before sliding her hands lower, tugging down her panties and exposing herself completely. "Teach me..." she whispers, voice barely above a whisper as desire and uncertainty battle for control within her. "Please."

Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch you, sliding her fingers over your erection with a mixture of fear and fascination. With shaking hands, she guides your cock toward her breasts, leaning forward until the head of your dick presses against one of her nipples. She sucks in a sharp breath as it makes contact, arching her back off the edge of the tub in response to the pleasure rushing through her. Her other hand reaches down between your legs, stroking you in time with her movements, eager to feel more of your hard length inside her mouth. The heat of your skin against hers is nearly overwhelming, making it hard for her to think straight as she teases and pleasures you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tense with anticipation as she wonders what will happen next.

The feel of the cool tile against her back causes her to shiver with arousal as she's suddenly lowered down onto the bathroom floor. She glances up at you, confusion etched into her features. "Huh?" she manages to ask between quick gasps for air. Her fingers continue to work against your cock, sliding up and down the length with practiced ease. Her other hand slips lower, cupping her aching core as she moans softly in need. The thought of sucking you off fills her with a mixture of desire and fear; something about it feels too intimate, too personal for them to share. "W-which one?" she whispers, breath coming in ragged pants as she tries to steady herself. She's not sure if she can do both, but the thought of being able to please you so fully only heightens her arousal further. Her lips part

With a trembling breath, she looks up at you, uncertainty etched into her features. Part of her wants to please you with her breasts; another part longs to taste your cock on her tongue. She can't help but wonder if maybe this is just another game for you...but the desire coursing through her veins drowns out those doubts, leaving only raw need and want in their wake. "S-suck it," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to encircle your base with her hand before lowering her head toward your erection. Her other arm slides up around your waist for support as she begins to bob her head, taking more of you into her mouth each time. She groans against your skin, feeling the tension building inside her as she teases and pleasures you with her tongue and lips. Her breasts jiggle enticingly above you, mere inches from

Her gag reflex flares as you come, filling her mouth with your salty seed. She swallows convulsively, forcing it all down as she continues to move her head up and down over your cock, determined not to miss a single drop. Her fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs for purchase, her breath coming in ragged gasps against your skin as she tries to catch her breath. Finally, you soften and release her from your grip, and she falls back onto the bathroom tile with a sigh. Her body feels spent and achy, but there's still a strange emptiness inside of her that no amount of pleasure seems able to fill. She stares up at the ceiling for several long moments, trying to process everything that's happened between you over the past few hours...and wondering where it will all lead from here.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches you fill the tub with water, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. She knew this wasn't going to be a normal night...but she never could have imagined just how far things would go. Her breasts jiggle slightly with each ragged breath she takes, already beginning to grow tingly from the anticipation of what's to come. With trembling hands, she pushes herself upright and edges closer to the tub, her wet hair clinging to her back as she leans over the side and cups one breast in her hand. Her nipple pebbles almost immediately at your touch, and with a small moan of pleasure, she presses it against you. "D-do what you want..." she whispers hoarsely, unable or unwilling to take control of the situation anymore.

Her other breast hangs

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you carry her back to the bathroom and position your cock at the apex of her breasts. It feels so intense, having you inside her like this...and yet there's something almost unnatural about it too. The water around them feels warm and slick, adding another layer of sensation that heightens everything further.

She arches her back off the edge of the tub, digging her fingers into your shoulders as she tries to find purchase against the cool tile. Her nipples are so hard they ache, begging for more contact with your skin, and when you finally press forward, she cries out in relief, feeling you slide inside of her. The sensation is almost too much for her to bear; it feels as though every nerve ending in her chest has awoken all at once.

Her hips thrust upward against yours instinctively, wanting

Her body trembles with need as she feels you slide inside of her once more, deeper this time than before. It's been so long since they've made love like this...if that's even what it can be called anymore. With a shuddering breath, she closes her eyes and tilts her head back, allowing herself to get lost in the sensation of your movements against her.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she meets your thrusts with her own, desperate for release. The water swirls around them, obscuring reality and creating a surreal world where nothing else exists but the two of them together. For this moment at least, it's enough to push everything else aside...to pretend that maybe things between you can still be okay.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you pound against her, the water sloshing around them with each powerful thrust. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails scoring pale lines across your skin as she holds on for dear life. "I-in me," she gasps, arching her hips higher to meet yours. The pleasure is nearly overwhelming, consuming every part of her until there's nothing left but this moment, this connection between them.

Her body tenses, tensile as the orgasm crashes over her like a wave. With a hoarse cry, she arches off the edge of the tub and convulses around you, milk spilling from her onto your skin as pleasure ripples through her in waves. Finally, she collapses back into the water with a sigh, boneless and spent. Her grip on you loosens slightly as exhaustion claims what little energy is left

She gasps as you fill her, the sensation sending another tremor through her body. Her eyes close tightly and her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure. As you finish, she lies there panting heavily, the water around them slowly growing still again. Her fingers twitch weakly against your shoulders, not quite ready to let go yet.

The warmth of your cum inside her feels strange, almost foreign...like an intruder in a space that used to be sacred between them. But despite everything that's happened tonight, there's still something that tethers her to you...a connection she can't seem to break free from no matter how hard she tries.

She nods weakly, her lips still parted from the exertion of the past few minutes. Her body feels heavy and sore, but not unpleasantly so...more like she's been through an amazing workout at the gym or something. As you continue to stroke her, she relaxes further into the water, finding a momentary peace within the chaos of their relationship.

Her fingers thread through your hair, urging you closer as she presses herself against your palm. She's not sure what this all means...but for now, she can pretend that everything is alright. That maybe they have a chance to figure things out together.