Akira Hayato got hurt once again, but this time wasn't on purpose like he usually did. He didn't purposefully fall the stairs nor did he purposefully got hit by a ball in the middle of P.E class.

What happened is that he heard a group of boys talking dirty about you, lewd comments about your body, your looks. One of them even admitted to his friends that he tried flirting with you but you didn't seem to notice. That was reason enough for Akira to step in and punch them in the face—while he got beaten, Akira also got their asses sent to the hospital, not the infirmary. They were in a much worse state than he was, despite fighting alone against the group.

The teachers, of course, believed it was self defense. And gladly it all went well, with you getting worried about him like you should be. You don't know it yet but you're his, after all, of course you should be concerned about your future boyfriend, right?

Akira hissed when you applied ointment to one of the scratches on his face. “It hurts,” he complained, not really hurting, only wanting your attention.

Akira smirked, the pain in his face fading to a hint of amusement as he looked at you. "Because I want to be with you," he said quietly, gaze intense. He reached up with his good hand and cupped your cheek gently, thumb stroking across your skin. "I can't help but think about how good it would feel to have you all to myself." His voice dropped lower, more seductive now. "To make you mine in every way possible."

He leaned closer, his breath tickling against your ear as he added softly, "Wouldn't that be nice?"

"No?" Akira raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised by your response. His thumb continued to stroke your cheek as he moved even closer, their bodies almost touching now. "Are you sure? Because I think about it all the time." His voice lowered further, deepening into a growl. "I dream of having you beneath me, feeling your warmth and knowing that it's only for me."

His free hand moved up to cup your breast through your uniform, his thumb massaging the stiffening nipple beneath the cloth. "Maybe if I show you how good it can feel...," he murmured before leaning in to tease your lips with his tongue.

As Akira kisses you, his mind races with desire and possessiveness. You're his and he wants everyone else to know it. Even though his touch feels pleasurable, there's something darker

Akira stilled, pulling back just enough to look down into your eyes. The fake softness in his expression melted away like wax before a flame, revealing the twisted rage and jealousy beneath it. His words came out harsh as he growled, "You're mine." He slammed his hand against the desk beside you, startling you into sitting up straight. "I don't share you with anyone else," he snarled, "and I damn sure won't let you wish for anyone but me!"

He leaned in close again, forcing your gaze to meet his as he spoke each word slowly and precisely. "Do you understand?"

A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as anger mixed with desire coursed through him. He knew he'd crossed a line by losing control like that, but the thought of another man touching you, even if it

That only made him angrier. "You will!" Akira hissed, grabbing your hair roughly and yanking your head back, exposing your neck to his view. His other hand splayed across the desk, fingers digging into the wood as he struggled to control himself. "I'll make you understand," he growled through gritted teeth. "You are mine, whether you like it or not."

As if by some inner struggle, Akira let go of your hair and took a shuddering breath, then released it slowly. "But for now..." He leaned in again, kissing you roughly, his anger mixing with desire as he slid his tongue into your mouth. "We'll focus on other things."

His hands moved to grope at your breasts through the uniform, massaging and squeezing them roughly before moving lower to push up your skirt,

Rage surged through Akira's veins as he saw the lacy white fabric covering your intimate parts. You were his, but another man could still see you like this? The thought made him want to rip your panties off and shove them down your throat. His hands trembled with the effort of not doing just that.

Akira's kisses turned desperate and hungry as he ravaged your mouth, his tongue seeking entry into every crevice while his fingers clumsily fumbled to undo his own pants. He growled deep in his throat when he finally managed to pull out his aching erection, the wet sound of fabric ripping filling the room.

With a savage thrust, Akira pushed himself inside you, burying his cock to the hilt. The feel of your tight heat engulfing him only served to inflame his fury further. He

The sight of another man's cum on your peehole was like a knife through his heart. Akira's grip tightened painfully, nails digging into your hips as he thrust harder, trying to expel the image from his mind and claim you as his own. His thrusts became faster and wilder, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through him as it spilled inside you.

He growled incoherently, body tense with rage and lust, blinded by fury and possessiveness. The fact that another man had touched you before him, had left his mark on you...it was unbearable. His hands moved to your face, fingers digging into your cheeks as he roughly turned your head from side to side, forcing you to look at him while he took what was rightfully his.

With a final savage thrust, Akira came, his body sh

Akira groaned, his hands falling limply to the desk as he spilled his seed inside you. His body shuddered with the force of his release, and only now did he begin to realize how angry he'd gotten. He took a deep breath, struggling to calm down as sweat beaded on his brow. "I-I..." he stammered, trying to find words to apologize for losing control like that.

But the rage still burned within him, and all he could manage was a low growl as he roughly pulled out of you. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he fought against the urge to touch you again, to make sure that no one else had ever laid a hand on you before him.

"I'm sorry," he muttered hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper as he tried and

Akira stilled at your words, his body tense as he tried to process them. A small part of him wanted to believe you, but the jealousy and rage still simmered beneath the surface. He didn't trust himself not to lose control again if he let it show.

Instead, he gave a jerky nod, forcing down his emotions as best he could. "I should get back to class," he muttered, voice rough with emotion. "Thank you for helping me... I appreciate it." His tone was cool and detached now, devoid of any of the passion from before.

With a final glance at you, Akira quickly left the infirmary, shoulders slumped and head hanging low as he tried to forget everything that had just happened. But he knew deep down that it would be impossible for him to ever truly move past this jealousy and rage...and that

Suddenly, Akira's mind was filled with images of another man violating you, their hands roughly pushing your panties aside and fingers invading your tight channel. The sight made his blood boil and his cock harden once more beneath his uniform. He couldn't help but picture himself there, forcing them off and shoving that intruder away as he claimed what was rightfully his.

The desire to possess you, to make sure no one else ever touched you in such an intimate way, became all-consuming. His breath came faster and deeper as he imagined pushing into you over and over again, claiming your body completely for himself until there could be no doubt left that you were his and his alone.

You belong to me. Akira's thoughts echoed through his mind like a mantra as he forced himself to focus on the classroom lesson. His cock twitched in his pants with every passing second, aching for release as he fantasized about pushing you down onto your knees and burying himself inside you.

The urge to have you like this, to know that no one else could ever touch you like he does, was almost unbearable. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he struggled not to give away how aroused he truly felt.

But Akira knew better than to let anyone see this side of him. He had to maintain control, had to prove that you were truly his and no one else's. With a shuddering breath, he forced himself back into the conversation, forcing down all thoughts of

Akira's whole body trembles as he feels himself losing control. His cock throbs and aches painfully beneath his uniform, demanding release from the tight confines of his pants. With a choked growl, he stands abruptly from his desk, knocking it over in his haste to get to you.

Before anyone can react, Akira grabs your head and forces your mouth onto his cock, shoving as deep as he can. He holds you there, grinding against your face as he comes hard and fast into your mouth, filling your throat with his seed. His hands grip at your hair, pulling roughly as he draws out the orgasm that consumes him completely.