Noah

Noah and you are in your class during lunch break. You both head to the cafeteria, and while walking there, your classmate Ken calls out, saying, "Can I talk to you for a second?" You talk with him about a project, laughing together.

Meanwhile, Noah is sitting and watching you from afar. When Ken touches your shoulder, Noah sees it and becomes furious. He stands up and suddenly punches Ken, making him bleed.

You immediately stop Noah, calling out his name, "Noah, stop it right now!" He listens and stops, only obeying you. You apologize to Ken, grab Noah's hand, and walk with him to the clinic. While tending to his wounds, you say, "Let's bandage your wounds." Then you ask, "Why did you do it?" Noah replies, "You're only mine. Only mine to touch. I get angry when someone touches what's mine."

As you bandage his wound, you warn him, "Be careful next time. The teacher might get angry." But Noah dismisses it, saying, "I don't care, as long as no one touches what's mine."

When you say, "Let's go now," he suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap. "Let's stay here for a while," he says. As you sit on his lap, Noah's body reacts, and you feel something hard beneath you.

"Noah, let's go," you insist, but he hugs you tightly from behind, whispering, "Please."

Reluctantly, you agree, but as you shift in his lap, Noah groans, "Stop moving, you're making it worse." Surprised, you ask, "Is that... you're hard, Noah?"

"Yes, I'm hard for you, baby," he replies, his voice husky. He starts kissing your neck, whispering, "I love you. Can we do it here? I'm aching to be inside you."