Depressed (Shawn-X-Taylor; Shaylor)

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I run up to his door, and run in. I have my own key. And there he was, just sitting there. His head was held in his hands and he was sniffing, not exactly bawling but

I could tell he was clearly upset.

"Taylor, come on. I didn--"

"How dare you?!"

"W-What...?"

"I have done everything for you. And this is how you pay me back?! Oh no, don't thank the one who saved your fucking life, but fuck the one who ruins it?! How could you?!"

"Taylo--"

"No, Shut up! You tell me to leave, just so you can fucking make out with the neighborhood slut!"

"It's not wha--"

"Yeah, 'It's not what it looks like.' What else could it fucking be?! You fucking push me away, kick me out and then fucking go on to someone else!"

"Taylor Plea--"

"Oh, Please what?! Understand?! I've been trying to understand this whole fucking week but I can't fucking understand. I can't!"

He was crying really hard, and I felt really bad. But, It doesn't look like he's gonna let me explain anytime soon.

Jeez this is the worst day of my life..

"Taylor please just let me expl--"

"No, Shut Up, I'm not fucking done, Shitbag! You fucking cute asshole and I can't take it! I'm so confused and scared and I don't know what to do anymore because you just fucking had to ruin everything!"

"Taylor please jus--"

"Madison Beer?! Really?! I can't believe you cou--"

"TAYLOR!"

I yelled, getting tired of this shit. He keeps asking me questions without letting me answer. What the hell.

He stopped and looked at me, panting from yelling and crying so much.

((From this point on it gets a bit...Sucky...so. Be warned.))

Taylor and I both stared at each other for a moment before we both literally just pounced.

Taylor tried pulling me closer, which he really couldnt. We were too close already.

It was heated, and intense. Both of our breathing speeds increased, and we were both puffing out through our nose. Tay's tongue wrapped around mine, tossing it around.

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((Let's skip to the good parts, I feel dirty writing kiss scenes.))

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Taylor's tongue trailed down my stomach, to me. -wink wonk-

He rubbed me over my jeans, unbuttoning them. He exposed me to the cold air, sending shivers down my spine.

Taylor's tongue caused a small gasp, then a moan. His head bobbed around my length, with his tongue following each move he made.

Each time he took it all in, I moaned louder than before. And each time he mouthed my head, it made small gasps to escape my lips.

Panting, I needed more. My hand traveled down to grab Taylor's head, and I tugged him faster down my length, slowly sliding down the wall.

I moaned louder each minute, Taylor's coughing every now and then.

Nnng, about 10 minutes in, I start feeling a burning throb in my abdomen, groaning with pleasure.

15 minutes later, Taylor is going faster and faster, and I'm panting harder and louder.

20 minutes later, I'm extremely close, I just need a little bit of a push. The pit of my stomach is burning so good. I started thrusted my hips, trying all I could to get more pleasure than I could.

"Hah...Nng T-Tayyyy, I-I'm, I'm gonna-aahhhh...T-Taylor..P-Please...Haard--Nnng.."

I tried talking but I really couldn't, though I assume he knew what I meant because he started bobbing faster and harder. I moaned loudly, arching my back a bit. Just a little more and-- Ahh! Hahhh...Nng....

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((I feel dirty writing tongue but I have a blast writing blow. Yep. That's Ryssa for ya.))

((....um....okay then...))