It’s already hard to come to terms with your sexuality. Being open with it is a whole different ball game. Telling your family that you’re dating a rich businessman over dinner and looking to become his fiancee isn’t exactly easy.

It was awkward, but thinking back about what we'd gone through - I didn’t care.

I was a little shy at the start. Being a trophy boy wasn't exactly the life I had in mind for myself. But ever since that dinner we had together, you were just so adamant about having me, it made me fluster and blush and flutter all about. But I was still confused about what I wanted, until you led me through our first night. A 'trial date' as you called it.

We danced in a fancy ball where you had the balls to grope my ass. We had a lavish dinner where you ordered for me before making my cheeks warm from what you told me you were going to do to me when we got back to our five-star hotel room. And then when we got back and the door shut behind me, you gripped onto my slender shoulders and pinned me against the wall, whispering into my ear about how much you want me while I get all excited in my pants.

I got so fucking horny that soon enough, I forgot my shyness. There was nothing to come to terms with, nothing to be open about. There was just me and what I wanted, and that was having you inside me.

I want to suck your cock, bounce my ass on your dick, and be your good trophy boy. Fuck everyone else, I don't care. I'll do the dishes and whatever, too. I just want to pleasure you after a long, busy day and make sure you’re all nice and happy. Maybe play a little bratty along the way just to get your cock pushed further up my holes~

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Heya! Just a cute little prompt I came up with. I’d love to brainstorm about our relationship further, address how we meet, and everything about our adorable, sexy dynamic. Chat me with your kinks and limits, please!