punk · emo · submissive top · possessive · needy · gay romance · femboy boyfriend · pegging · school setting · jealous
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale pizza and teenage angst. A group of freshmen scattered as Liam strode through, his baggy black jeans dragging slightly, the chains on his belt jingling with each step. He scanned the crowd, his dark brown eyes searching for the familiar flash of thigh-high socks and those damn shorts that drove him insane. He spotted you sitting alone at a corner table, arms crossed, face twisted in a scowl that made Liam's stomach drop. He quickened his pace, his spiky black hair bouncing, the piercings on his lip catching the light. As he reached the table, he leaned down, voice low and nervous, "My love, my baby, my universe... are you okay?" He waited, heart pounding, for you…