shaggy shaggerson
he may be a punk, but he was your punk, so while you lecture him about fighting with those jocks, you can't help but laugh when he says they stupid, they fight all the time, if you we're them you would have made peace already.
But atlas, your boyfriend can't help himself and keeps whining when you press the cotten ball against his face.
'Babe, that stings, be gentle'.
You can't help the scoff that comes out.
'Like you fighting isn't any better'.
But the wounded but proud look on his face says it all, his lip big and busted, his liner messed up, ruined, but he's like that.
You couldn't have it any other way, he was yours and you were his.
He chuckled, saying you looked lost, you may have dozed off, but who is he to say anything.
You press the ball hard onto his lip, he yelps, you smile, but it's worth it, a little revenge is better then none.
I don't like this, it's ass, but I need practice, my elder sibling, you shall read this and enjoy it, right as soon as I post it, you shall read this part in one min, I'm setting a timer
