A/N: If you notice missing words or wrong spelling, please do comment it so I can correct it.

Chapter 50: Possessive

"I am not," Mamori denied Hiruma's accusation of covering up for Agon. She just didn't want them to have a fight when a game was coming up.

"Do you fucking like that beast?"

"What? Of course not. Agon-kun is a precious teammate and friend, that's all." How did he end up thinking she likes Agon. She just learned to understand Agon much more than others.

"Agon-kun, Agon-kun. You keep saying his first name so easily but you can't even say mine properly."

"That's because it's embarrassing. You're special so it's different."

"Then why do you have to hide it from me?"

"I didn't want the two of you to have a fight."

"Ho, you think I'd lose. I could fucking shoot him before his fists would land on me. You think he is better than me?" he doesn't even know why he was spouting this crap. Perhaps it was the frustration of being away. Is he seriously getting riled up because of that bastard? Damn it. He is losing it. Sure he had already planned on countermeasures in case Agon goes crazy and attacks him but why the fuck would he bring it up with Mamori?

"It's not like that. A game was coming up so I didn't want either of you getting injured or too annoyed to cooperate with each other."

"Really? Or you actually wanted him to kiss you?" he is really going crazy. Why the fuck would he say that? He never even considered it.

"Of course not! Why would you - "

Before she could continue, he suddenly pressed his body against hers. He cupped her face and said, "You. Are. Mine." Mamori blushed at that. Somehow she didn't mind being owned if it was him. And he is really cute when he is jealous. "Hai (Yes)," she responded and wrapped both her arms around his neck. She didn't read a lot of romance novels for nothing; she was trying to learn about male behavior. Hiruma seemed to like her response, he's calming down. "I think Agon-kun actually thinks of you as a friend so he was testing if I would be an easy girl even though I am already yours. You have more friends who care for you more than you think," she added. He had narrowed his eyes when she said Agon's name but he perked up when she said that she is his.

"You are mine?"

"Yes, I'm yours," she replied and he finally smiled. It was infectious so she found herself smiling as well. It was worth it saying those heartfelt words even though it was so embarrassing.

"That mophead is not that soft. He probably just wanted to know how these lips felt like," he said as he caressed her lips with his thumb. "And how you taste." He gulped at recalling her taste and the feel of her lips against his. Damn. And he had told himself not to do anything today since he might lose it. Rather he is already losing it.

The feeling of her soft body against his and her eyes that seemed to mirror what he had been trying to suppress wasn't helping at all. And her skirt. Damn it. Why is she wearing a skirt? He could think of a lot of things to do with that skirt. Like how it is easy to access her treasures by getting past it or lifting it a bit to see what he wanted to see, oh his head could also stay under that skirt. And there goes his mind picturing her in more of his fantasies. He took a sharp intake of breath and lightly hit her forehead with his. He tried to calm himself but he really wanted to taste her lips again. Then he took a whiff of her relaxing scent, his eyes widened in realization. He could smell her arousal despite the fact that she just took a bath. Was she actually masturbating? He inhaled again. Damn, what a delicious scent. If he could smell it then she must be really wet.

"Hey, were you touching yourself?" Hiruma suddenly asked and Mamori blinked.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" How he goes from one topic so far from the other? And he even shifted to something so embarrassing.

Hiruma eyed her. Seems like she didn't. He couldn't possibly tell her that he could smell her arousal, surely she would be too self-conscious if he did. So he decided to check. She squeaked in surprise when he suddenly cupped between her legs. Her panties were hot and soaked. "Shit," he cursed when he discovered just how wet she was when he placed his hand inside her underwear. "You're sopping wet," he exclaimed as he swiped his middle finger between her folds. She squirmed and moaned. Fuck. What a delicious moan. "Are you sure you weren't masturbating?"

"I wasn't!" Mamori covered her mouth so her moans wouldn't escape. Just one swipe from his finger and she's losing her mind. Wearing a skirt suddenly felt like she was asking him to do this although it wasn't her intention. She just wore it because it was comfortable.

"Then why are you like this?" he put a finger inside her and it slipped right in. She gasped and he loved the look in her eyes.

"I don't know. I didn't even realize until you touched me," Mamori managed between pants. She held unto him tightly and moaned against his chest as he added another digit inside. He was doing it so slowly and yet she could hear the sound of her own wetness. She honestly didn't realize it. Maybe because she had been thinking of him the whole time and kept on remembering how he had touched her before. Fine. She wanted him to touch her. She had been waiting for him to hold her. But of course, she wouldn't say that.

"Mmm . . . ah! Hiruma-kun don't be so rough," Mamori complained between pants. She looked up to his face when he stopped.

"Youichi," Hiruma spelled out for her. Why did she revert to Hiruma-kun? It felt like she was putting them back to how they were before and he didn't like it. Mamori blushed. She's still not used to using his given name. "Say it."

"Y-You-ichi."

"Again."

"Youichi," she finally said straight.

"Again." His name sounded so good from her lips. She should say it more often.

"Youichi," and he continued pleasuring her until she came. He gave a peck on her cheek and gently slipped out his fingers; she whimpered as if asking him to let his fingers stay inside her longer. He smiled victoriously. She is his indeed.