(Love of my life😩^)

TROYE
Last few days of our relationship have been going well. We haven't fought, surprisingly. And now I'm planning a surprise for Connor, it's gonna be his 30th birthday in like two days. His sister's coming over for lunch that day and leaving before the night ends... which is perfect for what I have planned. God, Connor's so damn old. Ew. But anyway, I'm getting a tattoo for him. Kinda scared, kinda nervous, kinda excited... It's gonna be on my ass.

(•_•) timeskip (•_•)

I limp out of the tattoo parlor happily on my way home. Connor is going to love this so much, I'm a bit scared for the next time we have sex because he literally might tear me apart... In a good way of course.

(•_•) timeskip (•_•)

CONNOR
As I finish setting the table for lunch, the bell rings and I run over to open in.  "Nicola? Hey, I missed you so much!" I pull my little sister in for a hug.

"Heyyyy! I'm excited to see you know whoooo..." She nudges me with her elbow and winks.

"You mean Troye?" I give her an unimpressed look. She nods smiling with her perfect teeth and I roll my eyes, yelling up towards the stairs, "TROYEEE!"

A faint, "Why the fuck are you screaming?" comes from upstairs.

I smile and yell back, "Nicola's here!"

Few seconds later, loud stomps trail down the stairs and they suddenly stop at the foot of the steps. Troye brushes his skirt of dust and runs his fingers through his curls.

"H-hi." My Babygirl gets all shy and innocent. God, tonight I'm gonna fuck it all out of him.

Nicola stares at Troye for a bit, resulting in a delayed response from her, "Hiiiiii, I'm Nicola. Connor's little sister. I, um, like your skirt?" It came out more as a question than a compliment. A small smile pulls at the corners of Troye's lips. "Thanks, I like your shoes." Nicola looks down at her black high heels, but doesn't say anything.

Warning: Transphobia

"Troye, sweetheart, how about you put the food on the table?" I say to save all three of us from the awkwardness. He swallows nervously, then nods, walking into the kitchen. I go to follow him, but Nicola pulls me back by my arm. "You didn't tell me that he was a tranny!?!" She hisses and I glare at her.

End of Warning

"He. Is. Not. Troye's a boy, he just likes feminine clothing. And even if he was transgender, I would still love him the same! Now fuck off and at least try to get to know him before you start judging." I snap. Troye's fragile, and rejection from the nicest person in my family would shatter him and his self esteem. She sighs and relaxes a bit. "If you do really love him, then I'll try." I nod and follow her to the dining table.

Troye's already sitting down and I sit next to him, grabbing his hand under the table and running my thumb over his knuckles to comfort my angel. He squeezes my hand in response, blushing and mouthing out a thank you to me.

"So, Troye, tell me about yourself. What do you like to do? Where do you work?" Nicola smiles, picking up her fork.

"Um... I-I like painting. I'm not very good at it though. And I like photography. I think Connor's rubbing off on me a bit." My angel answers, gaining more confidence near the end.

Nicola nods, "I like to cook. In fact, I taught Con most of his recipes."

At this, Troye gasps, "He said that he invented them! Connor, you liar!" Troye nudges me, and I laugh.

Nicola chuckles too, "Get used to it Troye. He has a thing for showing off." We eat for a bit in a comfortable silence until Nicola asks another question. "So, where do you work?"

"I think that's enough interrogation for today. How about-" I cut in.

Troye calls my name and shakes his head, "Connor, I don't want to lie to your family. Nicola, I'm currently jobless. Before I met Connor, I was a- a prostitute."

She freezes and swallows harshly, "Connor, it's getting hella hard to accept him."

I hold up mine and Troye's intertwined hands up and kiss his hand. "Give him a chance. Get to know him as a person, please. Even I was the same way before. You can ask Lilly! I've said some hurtful shit to Troye. But... But he's much more than just what meets the eye."

Nicola's rendered speechless. But slowly, a smile tugs at her lips. "I-I've never seen you so passionate about someone. You really are in love, aren't you?"

I chuckle defeatedly, "Is it that obvious?"

(•_•) timeskip (•_•)

It took a few hours, but Nicola finally accepted Troye. Turns out, they have a lot in common. And Nicola's happy that she has someone to talk to about fashion and makeup, being the only girl in four siblings is difficult (apparently). She left after 7 finally. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister. But it's my birthday... And I wanna be in my birthday suit, with Troye.

(•_•) timeskip (•_•)

(Bro listen to A Little Death by The Neighbourhood on repeat while reading this. You'll orgasm.)

Troye told me to wait outside the bedroom door while he got ready. To say the least, I'm excited as fuck. Finally, Troye unlocks the door and I peek my head in, looking for him.

"Daddy..." I look in the direction of the voice and see Troye sitting on the sex swing. He's wearing what I bought him at Victoria's Secret: the black lingerie set. There's a thong attached to sheer black thigh highs, but the top is just a bunch of crisscrossing straps, the two thickest running over his nipples. My (nonexistent) lips push into a smirk and I walk towards him, hold my hand up and caressing his birthmark with my thumb. "You're so damn beautiful." A smile cracks onto his face and he gets up, wrapping his arms lightly around my neck.

"I have a surprise for you... Daddy," he raises an eyebrow and leans into my ear, whispering, "you have to undress me to see it." The last bit of restraint I had flies out the window and I turn us around and push him onto the bed. A small yelp escapes from Troye's mouth and he giggles while I unbutton my shirt and throw it off. My tongue runs over my lips and I fall on top of him, my chest flushed against his. "I'm gonna ruin you Babygirl." My hands reach down to one of the straps and I rip it apart. One by one, they snap as I ground my hips down onto Troye's. He groans and I smile, "We haven't even started yet Babygirl." I climb off of him to pull his panties off. Balling them up, I push them into his mouth, gagging Troye. He flips around and positions himself on his hands and knees. I get a perfect view of his ass when something catches my eye. On his left cheek, near the curve of his ass, there's a tattoo. I run my thumb over it and mutter the words written in thin, fancy black ink, "Daddy's Property." Troye looks back at me, taking the panties out of his mouth. "D-do you like it?"

I push him over onto his back and crash my lips against his, them meeting in a hella sloppy French kiss. "Didn't think you could get any hotter until I saw that."

TROYE
Connor disconnects our lips and grabs my ankles, pulling my legs apart. "God fucking dammit Troye, you're so damn hot." He hisses while grabbing the lube and coating his fingers when I stop him. "Don't prepare me. I wanna be as tight as possible for you." Connor raises an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?" He sounds apprehensive and I nod.

"Just do it. I wanna feel the stretch." He nods, "Tell me if you want to stop."
I nod while pushing the lube into his hands.

"Impatient slut..." Connor mutters as he covers his hard cock in the silky substance. He moves onto his knees between my legs and aligns himself with my hole. The head of his dick intrudes me and the stinging pain begins. My muscles spasm and try to push him out of me, but I beg Connor to go in deeper. When halfway in, I'm already panting heavily, feeling full. Connor pulls himself out slightly and thrusts into me a bit deeper than before.

"P-please... Harder!" I groan and Connor shoves his entire length in and I scream in more pleasure than pain. My hands grab at his hair while I arch my back so our chests are against each other. Connor starts plowing quicker and harder, so I jolt up the bed with every one of his thrusts. Moans and pleas spill out of my mouth when all of a sudden, he pulls out of me and picks me up bridal style, shoving me against a wall. Just like our first time, thrusting into me from this new angle almost sends me over the edge. "D-Daddy... I, mhmm, need to c-cum!"

"Oh, no you don't. Not..." He thrusts harder into my tightness, "...yet. You don't."

"D-Daddy please! AGH FUCK!" Connor moves us again. Now, my stomach is against the bed and the edge of it is digging into my crotch, giving me friction I really can't handle. He plows into me, now hitting my 'princess spot' as Connor likes to call it and I groan. Apparently, every time he hits it, my voice gets all high pitched and whiny... like a princess.

"Am I going at it too hard Babygirl?" He stops for a bit.

I nod and whine, "Yes."

Suddenly, his hand comes down on my left cheek and I yelp in pain. Daddy leans down next to my ear and whispers, "Well, you should have thought of that before you got this tattoo. How am I supposed to control myself around you when I know that you're practically branded for me under your clothes?"

With that, Connor keeps thrusting in and out of my hole, which isn't as tight anymore. I loose myself in euphoria and the job of not cumming, though I know I won't be able to hold on any longer.

"Next...three... days, you're not allowed to wear pants or under-wear." Daddy orders while plowing into me, chasing his orgasm. I nod and his load shoots deep into my ass. Connor collapses on top of me, both of us heavy and sweaty, trying to catch our breaths.

"C-can I please cum now? Please!?!" I beg and Connor climbs off of me, flipping me onto my back. He nods his head, grabbing my cock and tugging on it a few times before I cum all over my own chest. Connor's back hits the bed next to me and he gasps out, "Best. Birthday. Ever."

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