#i'm compromised

“marry me. god, please fuckin marry me, sweetheart”

and your hips stutter to a halt, eyes wide as you look down at him. his own eyes crack open at your stopping and he thinks fuck this isnt really how he was planning to do it but oh well, he’s already said it. “what did you say?” you whisper, your voice hoarse and scratchy. and troy slowly lifts you off his cock, sitting you on his thighs and you’re too stunned to stop him. you just watch as he sits up and leans over, opening the drawer to the bedside table and shuffling around in there before pulling out this small white box made of cardboard. he looks down at it and then at you and lifts the top off it, showing you what’s inside. a pretty but cheap looking metal ring. “i know it’s not the big rock you’d normally get but it’s what i got.” he says as he looks at you staring down at the box. “and it’s yours if you want it. if you want me.” you finally look up at him after ages with wide, shocked eyes. “you’re serious?” you whisper, almost scared he isn’t gonna say what you’re hoping he will. but he nods. “as serious as i’ve ever been. marry me. i want you to be mine, and i want to be yours for as long as we got left. so marry me.” you couldn’t find the words if you tried. all you could do is nod a little and hold out your shaking hand. and he’d slip the ring on your finger, and you couldn’t care less that it was a cheaply made one from a claw machine. it was yours. he’d touch your cheek and finally kiss you, long and deep, hardly letting either of you catch a breath. and it wouldn’t take him long at all to lift you up and slip his cock inside you again, holding you on his lap, both your arms wrapped tightly around one another as he fucked you slow and gentle, wanting to save every second to memory. and the very next day you would go down to city hall and get some cheap marriage license and troy his own claw machine ring :(

My HEART 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭