"So you finally decided to give up, " Kiyoshi smirked. His warm breath hit my neck and warmed it up awkwardly.
"Pervert," I muttered, glaring at him.
"Oh, so you finally realized," Kiyoshi smirked. "I've always wanted a little shota boy, and you were exactly what I was looking for... I got off to your face every night, predicting what face you made when I would be inside your tight ass... "
"P-Please, " I breathed out. "Let me go..."
I felt my shirt being lifted up, lips pressing against my nipples.
"HEY!! " I heard someone yell.
I was let go of, so I looked up. It was Sora...
"DONT FUCKING TOUCH HIM, " Sora yelled, jacking up Kiyoshi by his collar. "HE BELONGS TO ME, YOU UNDERSTAND. I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU TOUCH HIM LIKE THAT AGAIN! GOT IT!? "
Kiyoshi smirked, standing up straight. "And what if I tell you he's mine now..."
Kiyoshi pointed to me. Sora's eyes widened as he stared at me. He looked back at Kiyoshi and glared, socking Kiyoshi right in the face.
"IF I EVER SEE YOU WITH Y/N AGAIN, I'LL MURDER YOU! " he yelled. Kiyoshi had stared up at Sora from on the ground, his cheek swollen. "Come on, y/n..."
I stared at Sora as he held out his hand for me. I gripped the edge of my shirt and blushed.
"I'm sorry, " I muttered.
"Apologies later, " he muttered, grabbing my hand tightly. "Let's go... "
"Okay, Sora... "
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"M-Mmm~!" I had moaned out, feeling Sora bite into my skin.
"Say you're mine, " he whispered.
"I-Im yours..."
"Say it louder, y/n..."
"I'm yours and only yours!! " I yelled loudly, feeling Sora's teeth sink into my skin. Sora was making hickies on my skin, touching my body all over.
He said he had to contain himself. That he wouldnt have sex with me at the moment. He said he just needed to mark his territory...
So here I sat, squirming around under Sora. He had shifted and pinned my arms down, dominating me.
His tongue dragged down from my neck to my shoulder, sucking, nibbling, and licking the fresh skin.
"Sora..."
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I had to wear an oversized coat to cover up my hickeys and bite marks. I had school anyway. My school probably knew I wasn't coming back.
I had applied for another school. It was a magnet school. My legs walked in front of the classroom and bowed.
"It's nice to meet you all, " I muttered after the teacher introduced me. He had told me where to sit, which was next to a male with really squinty eyes. He had turned to me.
"Don't think you're sitting there for long, jacket girl, " he had grumbled. "My friend sits there. He's not at school yet but trust me, he'll give you an ear full... "
"S-Sorry, I can move... "
I had got up and moved to another empty seat, thinking back on what he said. He said I was a jacket girl, when I am clearly a boy. I had put my head down and hid my face with my arms, not listening to the teacher speak.
"Jacket girl over there almost took your seat, " the squinty eyed dude had whispered. "She apologized and moved. I got your back dude... Though, she was pretty cute... "
I began blushing, only to realize that he thought I was a girl. It didn't matter. As long as I wasn't hurting anybody I was fine.
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I was in the male's locker room, putting my gym back up. I saw the same squinty eyed boy walking up to me. I had ignored him and began changing.
"Why is a girl in the male's lockeroom?" he smirked. "Dear I think you got lost. The female locker room is the next hall down... "
"I-Im not a girl, " I muttered, looking down.
"What was that, girly? " the boy had laughed. "Hey guys, come here! A girl's in the boys lockeroom!"
A bunch of boys had gathered around me and squinty boy. I had blushed and my legs qwauked with nervousness.
"I-Im not a girl!! " I yelled at them. They went silent.
"PROVE IT!! " one boy yelled back. I had blushed more, lifting up my shirt enough for them to see my chest.
"Oh, " one mumbled. "It is a boy..."
I was grabbed and pinned against the locker. It was the squinty eyed kid. He had groped my crotch and hummed.
"Hmph, cross dressing freak! " he grumbled.
"I don't cross dress! " I yelled back, feeling him smash his lips onto mine. I had gasped, almost slipping on the tiles.
"Look at all the hickeys you have on your chest and neck, " he smirked. "Someone must really like you... Can I add to them... "
"Oi, Seiji, " his friend had stepped in. "Don't you think that's kind of gay?"
"Hm? It's all in fun? Come on have you ever wanted to try it with a guy? "
"N-No, " the friend had blushed.
Others were chanting for Seiji to do it. I felt sick, turning my head away as lips and pressed against my skin, sucking away and leaving mark. The marks Sora left seemed like only level 1...
"S-Seiji, stop! " I had cried out, squeezing the back of his shirt. "P-Please! I don't want Sora to be mad at me anymore! I don't want to but put in that situation again! S-Seiji please! I'll do your homework, I'll even come to your house and do your chores!!! "
"Oh so Sora is the guy giving you all these hickeys, cute... "
"Seiji-kun will take good care of you... "
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I saw Sora walking from distance. He was carrying a bag full of books. He waved at me, making a bit of hope pop into my eyes. Soon I had a arm on my shoulder, pulling my closer to the awkwardly warm body. It was Seiji...
Sora had frowned and walked up to the figure, snatching me away from him. "I'm tired of guys trying to hit on you.... "
His hand gripped mine as he pulled me away.
I sighed, trying my best to not blush.
