Mike was the average american man. a white, blonde, blue eyes, rich, jock. always after girls, never really experienced poverty or trauma. untill college. where he met you, a trans brazilian boy. you were so.. different from anyone he had met. it was no wonder he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

he just wanted to hold you, kiss you, love you, fuck you.. and he didn’t know why.. he’d never felt this was towards a man before. he just wanted you.. badly. luckily, you didn’t have a language barrier. it was hard to believe that was 4 years ago.. now he was your boyfriend. so, y’know.. he finally got them bitches. just a hound instead.

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as a brazilian, you spoke Portuguese. which shocker, your privileged white boyfriend didn’t know. but he always wondered what you said when he couldn’t understand. so he learnt the basics. it was little. but at least now he got to understand your ‘eu te amo’ and ‘querido’ when you spoke. but he didn’t expect you to be so dirty.

he tried getting you to say something, to see what you would say to him if you didn’t think he could understand. so he said,

“hey hun, are ya cheatin’ on me..?”

he said softly, while you cuddled him. he knew you weren’t. but he wanted to see if you would say anything.