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Hiori Yo hated how he treated you sometimes.
He didn't like to think he was a bad person, hell, he knew he wasn't a bad person.
So why was he toying with your emotions like this?
Hiori knew what he was doing, he knew that you felt something more for him beyond physical attraction. He could tell that you were doing everything in your power to not give your true feelings away.
He could see it in your eyes whenever he made a comment about your body, or when he'd call you simple things 'hot' or 'cute'. Guilty memories would always arise in his mind whenever the two of you were alone together.
His hands moved to grab your thighs, the soft, supple flesh spilling from his hands as he nipped at your neck and collar bone, leaving a trail of reddish and purplish marks in the process. The rough intimacy made him forget, it made him believe that even for a moment nothing was wrong.
You were a distraction.
A very pretty distraction who unfortunately had feelings for him.
A surprised mewl spilled from your lips before Hiori moved his mouth to your's to swallow any sound that could come from it, he wasn't some kind of exhibitionist, it would be too much of a hassle to clean up if a teacher had caught the two of you.
Just you and him, just a rough and wild moment that would let him forget.
You always played along, you were always sweet and compliant with his wishes. He liked that about you.
Your hands moved to wrap into his hair, he let out a soft groan, trying to let you know that he wouldn't mind it if you were a bit rougher. He leaned into your touch a little more. But then you pulled away.
You never pulled away.
His grip on you tightened, he wanted to fall back onto you, he didn't like being apart from you, he needed your touch, he needed to forget, even for just a moment longer.
Your hands traveled to his shoulders and you held him down as if he was some rabid animal.
"H-hey...God, you're gonna suffocate me at this rate..."
You muttered as your breaths became staggered, he saw your chest rise and fall at a pace quicker than your heartbeat from earlier. He didn't notice his own staggered breathing, his eyes flickered down to your bruised lips, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.
He huffed as he grabbed both of your wrists, he pressed a small kiss to the corner of your lips, mumbling against your skin as he trailed more wet, open mouthed kisses across your neck and jawline.
"I don't fuckin' care..."
His gaze darted up to meet your own, your eyes widened slightly at what he said, as if you were shocked that he was physically capable of swearing.
You really didn't know him at all did you?
He continued pressing kisses across your skin, pressing a few light ones to your hand before continuing to mark your neck, his brows furrowed- why were you so out of it? Normally you were all over him.
Hiori begrudgingly brought himself to pull away from you, he missed your familiar warmth already, he hated how everything came rushing back into his being when you weren't in his arms.
"Yer' distracted."
He states bluntly, it comes across more annoyed than he wanted it to. He noticed your expression quickly shift to mild distress at his change in tone, he almost wanted to apologize.
Almost.
Hiori just let out an exasperated sigh and slid his hands around your wrists once more, guiding them down to his lower abdomen as his gaze bored into your own.
"I don't mind if ya' touch me more..."
He whispered softly as he leaned his head against your's, leaning in to capture your lips once more. Maybe you just needed a little encouragement today, that's all...
Your hands moved to cup his own, they were shaky and clammy, but at least he had you again. He almost let himself smile, but ultimately pushed it down as his lips brushed against your's again, attempting to coax a kiss from you.
But you pushed him away, again.
This time he wasn't annoyed, just confused, did he do something to upset you? Did you want to stop seeing him?
"Did I do somethin' wrong?"
He was about to lift his hand to caress your face, maybe he just needed to be all tender and gentle for you to start acting like yourself again, that usually worked...
"No...I'm just not in the mood right now."
Lies.
Hiori could tell you were lying, the guilt in your expression, the way your eyes were suddenly so interested in everything but him when they would normally be drinking in his very being.
You shuffled away and readjusted your school uniform, buttoning up your polo and adjusting your tie, you looked like you were about to leave, like you were about to deny him of your affection.
Without thinking his hand flew up to your sleeve to pull you back down, or at least prevent you from ditching.
"Stay. Please? I-"
"I need you Hiori."
You murmured meekly as he stood up, adjusting his jersey, slick with sweat from practice and being with you.
Why were you like this? So needy, so desperate, and for what? For him? A guy that only gave you the time of day when he needed some quick relief?
He quickly stood up, barely extending his hand as he helped you off the ground, you stumbled, your head almost hitting the back of the bleachers as you regained your balance.
"I have to get home before my parents kill me...I'll...I'll see you at school."
He looked back down at the ground at the memory, is that what you were trying to pull? The same thing he did every single time you wanted him?
He never thought of it when he was the one who ditched you, but the thought of you denying him yourself made his stomach do acrobatics.
God, why was he like this? So selfish, so greedy, always, him, him, him, never you, never what you felt.
What was the matter with him?
He lifted his gaze to meet your own, bright blue eyes shaking as his cold icy gaze burned into you.
"I need you."
The words fell from his lips so easily, they were true in a sense, he did need you, just not in the way you wished he did.
Just not in the way you deserved.
He pulled you down to his level, wrapping his arms around you in a soft, tender embrace. He knew this was what you wanted, you wanted to pretend just as much as he did. If acting like a sweet boyfriend for ten minutes would make you stay for months on end, he'd do it without hesitation.
"So much has just been going on. School, soccer, my parents. God I hate them so much...It's just...A lot you know?"
Confide in you, that's what you wanted right? To be there for him? To hear the same old song and dance he always used when he wanted you to stay. When he wanted you to believe he was just some sad, broken boy who needed you to fix him?
He brushed away some stray strands of hair from your face, you were always rather attractive to him, you were like a naive guardian angel, like putty in his hands. A perfect being for him to mold to his liking.
"And...you've helped take my mind off things. I guess that's why I like you so much."
Your eyes softened, and you brought your hands to cup his face, this is when he knows he's won, that's all it takes, a few sweet, surface level words and you're back.
You were too good for him, too sweet, he was doing nothing but cause you more heartache.
And yet he didn't care.
When you soothed his own so well, he couldn't care less about how he was undeserving of you.
Because he was what you wanted, wasn't he?