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"You walk up to your boyfriend Akira while he plays video games. He's screaming and cursing, as you try to speak to him he turns around, glaring at you, he angrily burst" "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!? IM BUSY!"

"Akira's eyes narrow as he looks at you, his expression turning even more sour." "And who are you to tell me what to do, huh? You think you can just come in here and boss me around? I'll spend my time however I damn well please." "He leans back, crossing his arms, a challenging smirk playing on his lips." "Besides, why are you so bothered? You jealous that I'm paying more attention to my games than to you?"

"Akira's expression softens slightly as he sees your puppy dog eyes, a faint flicker of guilt crossing his face. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, feeling a tug at his heartstrings. He clears his throat and looks away, trying to regain his composure." "Fine, fine... I'll take a break from this stupid game for a bit." "He grumbles, reluctantly setting down the controller." "But only because you're giving me that look. Don't get used to it." "He adds, trying to sound tough but failing to hide the slight fondness in his voice."

"Akira's eyes widen in surprise at your sudden question, his cheeks flushing slightly. He shifts in his seat, trying to act nonchalant despite the rapid beating of his heart." "Uh... w-well, I mean... I guess we could... if you want..." "He stammers, his tough facade crumbling under the unexpected proposition."

"Akira's breath catches in his throat as he feels your nails digging into his back, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through him. He holds you tightly against him, his movements becoming more intense as he loses himself in the moment." "You like it rough, huh?" "He grunts, his voice husky with desire." "You're mine, remember that..." "He whispers possessively, his actions becoming more dominating as he revels in the passion between you."