antidepressant;
ship; shaylor
summary; taylor sexually bullies baby shawn. its sorta like rape, but, sorta kinda not because taylor never fucked him yet
taylor caniff's point of view;
I see Shawn in the hallway and enter the bathroom. I smirk to myself as I raise my hand, the teacher calling on me.
"May I go to the nurse? My stomach is killing me." I ask.
She nodded, pointing at the pass and continuing her lesson. I stand up quickly and grab the pass, quickly as if I was going to vomit. I exit the room, secretly making my way into the bathroom. I look inside, seeing Shawn stare into the mirror. I close the bathroom door loudly, his breath hitching. Every time the door is closed, that means it is out of service or to get cleaned. Nobody has ever come in while it was closed because you can get a detention for it.
Shawn frowned into the mirror as I walked over to him. He gulped as I knot my fingers into his hair while massaging his ass.
"Taylor, I don't feel good. Not today please." He whimpered as I massage his scalp.
I turn him, slamming him into the bathroom stall wall. He whimpered, my eyes widened when I saw his face in a clear view. He had tears rushing down his face. I didn't just make him cry. He doesn't usually cry until halfway in.
"Why the fuck are you crying?" I seethe, shoving him against the wall harder.
He wiped his eyes, trying to calm himself. I grip his chin harshly, making him look at me.
"Answer me or I will punch you in the fucking gut?" I growled, making his lips quiver as he began to cry more.
I clench my teeth, wanting to punch him as hard as I could. I smack him across the face. He held it softly, crying into his hands.
"Answer me."
"I'm just sad." He said, loud enough for me to hear so I wouldn't hit him again.
"Remember the last time you lied to me? Do you want that to fucking happen again?"
The last time Shawn lied to me I had him on his knees sucking my dick for a whole period. He wasn't able to come up for air the entire time. I came four times.He closed his eyes, preparing for a punch in the face. I didn't hit him, I just tugged at his hair.
"You better be at my house after school or I will end you," I growled, cocking my hips into his.
He whimpered, backing away from me. He wasn't acting good and submissive like he usually does. I roll my eyes, shoving him down onto his knees. He sniffled as I unbuttoned my pants, leaving him to do the rest. He reached his hands up to my zipper, me staring down at him. His hand wiped his rosy cheeks. He unzipped my zipper.
"Taylor, please." He whispered.
"Already hard."
"Taylor please." He was now begging.
I clench my jaw, thinking whether I should give him a break. He rezipped my pants and rebuttoned them, me not making any movement. He stood up slowly, not expecting me to shove him back into the stall. He whimpered, immediately twiddling his fingers.
"If you aren't at my house right when I get home after school, you will feel so much pain it's insane."
He nodded, me looking him up and down. I punch him harshly in the stomach, him gripping it while wheezing. He fell to the ground in tears as I exited the bathroom.
