"Possession and Jealousy"

As the days went by, Seth and I fell into a routine of constant communication. He would text me every morning to wake me up, and we would talk for hours on end, sharing our deepest thoughts and desires. I had never felt so connected to someone before, and I couldn't help but feel a little possessive myself, knowing that I was his. At school, Seth made sure to always sit close to me in class, his arm wrapped around my shoulders or his hand on my knee. He would glance at me during lectures, his eyes burning with intensity, and I could feel the heat emanating from his gaze. I loved the way he made me feel, like I was his and his alone. But things started to get a little complicated when I was assigned to work with a new kid, Elia Martinez, on a group project. Elia was charming and friendly, with a quick smile and an easy laugh. As we worked together, I found myself enjoying his company, and Seth seemed to sense it. At first, it was just a subtle change in his behavior. He would glance at Elia with a hint of disapproval, his eyes narrowing slightly as Elia talked to me. But as the days went by, his behavior became more overt. He would sit closer to me in class, his arm wrapping tighter around my shoulders, and I could feel his jealousy radiating off him like heat. I tried to reassure him, to tell him that I was his and that I didn't want anyone else. But Seth's jealousy only seemed to grow. He would show up at my locker, his eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of Elia. He would text me constantly, asking me where I was and who I was with. And then, one day, it all came to a head. I was walking down the hallway with Elia, discussing our project, when Seth appeared out of nowhere. His eyes were blazing with fury, and I could feel his anger radiating off him. "Get away from her," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Elia took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. "Dude, I was just trying to-" But Seth wasn't having it. He grabbed me, pulling me close, and I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. "You don't want to talk to him, do you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I shook my head, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with fear. Seth's eyes flashed with triumph, and he pulled me towards the back of the school, towards the wall where nobody could see us. He pushed me against the wall, his hands pinning me in place. "You don't want to talk to anyone else, do you?" he growled, his voice husky with desire. I shook my head again, feeling my heart racing with excitement. Seth's eyes burned with intensity, and he lifted my skirt, his fingers pushing into my panties. I was already wet, already aroused, and he plunged into me with a single, swift motion. I cried out, my body shocked by the sudden invasion. But Seth didn't stop, didn't give me a chance to adjust. He just kept moving, his body pounding against mine. As we moved, I could feel the world around us melting away. There was only Seth and me, lost in our own little world of desire and possession. And I knew, in that moment, that I was his, completely and utterly his.