#rogue.

he slips a hand across your waist and plants a sweet kiss to the side of your neck, his favourite spot. “you look absolutely delicious. nothing to worry about, kitten.” you smiled at his comfort and set off. and he was right, you had nothing to worry about. his colleagues, higher ups, and even juniors absolutely adored you. they made jokes, talked about your fiancé, and floated alcohol with you. you had enjoyed the night and the attention, relieved that you were well liked and looked at your lover with a proud, maybe slightly tipsy smile.

but you know him well, despite the smile on his face. you notice something wrong and your breezy, tipsy smile drops into a pout. so you excused yourself in between the little group that had formed around you and leaning against the bar beside your boyfriend, gripping his button up shirt with your fingers. he had already pulled back his sleeves to his elbows, nursing a scotch.

“baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, watching as he puts the glass to his lips and takes a sip.

“nothing, just feeling a little bit lonely.” he smiles. “i told you they were going to like you. but now i’m a little jealous of everyone getting your attention.”

“what’s with that?” despite your words, your smile beamed wildly. as soon as he saw it, he cackled out a laugh.

“did that make you happy?”

“you know i only want their attention for you.” you take his hand and move to his personal space, snuggling close and inhaling the familiar scent of home. “your attention is more important than anyone else’s.”

he smirks, adoring your words as he pulls you into a tighter hug, resting his head on the side of your head in an appearance of sweetness. you don’t see the harsh look he gives out to everyone else watching you, the wave of warning coming off of him in waves as he stares at each and everyone of them down whilst pressing a possessive kiss to your shoulder.

TSUKISHIMA KEI—

he tries to be subtle about it, but the energy of annoyance waves off of him like pollution

you were meeting his older brother, akiteru-san, for the first time. a man your boyfriend adored and looked up to, despite his eye-rolls and snarky comments. the set up is relatively chill, just a dinner and then maybe coffee.

what neither of you weren’t expecting is how much you and akiteru hit it off super fast. he absolutely adored the fact that his baby brother has someone, especially for who he deems to be the most adorable new baby sister to have. he’s an utter gentleman, making jokes and teasing his brother all day. you both find hobbies you shared, movies you both liked, and just hit it off so much that neither of you noticed how quiet your boyfriend had been, sighing and scoffing ever so slightly, especially towards the end.

when akiteru excused himself to go to the bathroom whilst at the coffee shop, you were in line to order when kei finally says something. you had been ignoring his obvious bad mood, only because you didn’t want to unravel something like that in public. plus, it was easier when he lets everything out himself.

“this is why i didn’t want you two to meet.”

you turned to him so fast, you thought you might’ve gotten whiplashed. “what? why? i thought everything was going so well, don’t you think he likes me?”

his frown sharpens. “does him liking you that important? i didn’t realise you were dating him. should i have gotten the hint when you both couldn’t stop talking about that damn movie?”

your eyes narrowed, fighting back a snicker. “i watched that movie with you, and you said you enjoyed it.”

“that’s not the point and you know it.”

“i know you being jealous is the point, but it’s so ridiculous, i want to laugh.”

“laugh? laugh?”

you couldn’t help it, you giggled as his entire face slackens at you in disbelief. “he’s your brother, babe. i think there’s a rule somewhere saying you shouldn’t date your ex’s brother somewhere.”

“shouldn’t is different from being unable to, period.”

you pull him closer to you, making him stumble a little as you enclosed your arms around him entirely. “kei darling, tell me what this is about. really?”

he exhales roughly, closing his eyes. he really hates how much control you have over him. a little sweetened tone, a soft touch, and unmarred gaze that seems to only see him— and he’s unraveled. bending over backwards. you could ask him to murder everyone in this coffee shop and he’d do it without blinking. he was utter putty in your hand, and he can’t even be mad about it.

he wounds his arms around you and meets your gaze. “you’re his type, you know.”

“oh.” you blinked. “but you’re mine.”

see? words like that and he’s nothing but a mortal utterly reverent to an angel.

SUGAWARA KŌSHI—

his jealousy is all nice smiles and crinkled eyes. inside is a different story. . .

you were very oblivious to the fact that one of the other teachers in suga’s school is enamoured with you. it was nothing more than a little crush full of sneaky glances and two minute conversations, but it was starting to get sugawara irritated.

not because he couldn’t trust either of you; he knows his colleague wouldn’t do shit, and you adore no one but him. so at most, he keeps it inside, at bay. . . until his colleague laughs so obnoxiously at a joke you told. it wasn’t that you weren’t funny or that your joke wasn’t either, but he just had the audacity to tap you on the arm and say, ‘your funny, y/n-san.’

even you raised your eyebrows a little, never been on the receiving end of such an awkward reaction before.

but that snaps suga’s patience.

if even you were starting to notice and feel weird about it, then why shouldn’t he make sure you were comfortably well marked and force him— and anyone else — to back the fuck off? you could handle yourself if it really counted, but he wanted to make sure they never even came for you to handle them.

he was, after all, your white knight.

so the next day, despite trying to cover them up as normally as possible without looking totally covered and suspicious to law enforcement, the random hickies placed so strategically around your body— peeking from your neck, the bottom of your ear, and even a peek of constellations from your thighs — you bring in suga’s lunch that day and absolutely no one could mistake who was able to make you blush that hard despite the most angelic smile plastered all across his face.

he takes the lunch you prepared with a pressed kiss to your forehead, “thank you, sweetheart. i’m so lucky to have you.”

MEIAN SHUGŌ—

almost like suga, meian’s jealousy is hidden under grins and lazy gazes

honestly speaking, meian didn’t think he was going to be this jealous when you introduce him to your childhood friends for a camping trip, two of which were guys, and one who seems to be your closest friend. part of a lot of your stories as someone you had feel the closest with, have been through a lot with, and generally took care of each other through thick and thin.

he was honestly so fine with everything, adoring how carefree and relaxed you had gotten being surrounded by people you know and care about, and all who care about you.

his jealousy comes in little bits first; sneaking in soft, innocent kisses to your head, your hand; more handholding too, flipping your hands together so he can kiss the back of your hand; his hand on the sweet spot of your back; stressing out the most honeyed endearments— angel, darling, sweetheart, and my love in different sentences and spaces.

all day, he’s been doing this. it comes to a catalyst when he offers his lap to you after the bonfire has been tended for s’mores has been lit up and he throws you a smirk. “your seat’s ready and all warmed up.”

boos and shrieks had come out of that simple statement, as you turned into a tomato, thankful for the flickering firelight. you slap his thigh, giving him a glare as you sat just next to him. that doesn’t stop him from reaching you with his arm and nestling you close. as you raised your eyebrows, he simply says, “you know you get cold easily.”

“ah,” one of your girl friends says, a teasing lilt to her tone. “our y/n is so loved.”

your guy friend snorts. “you guys better keep it down. our tents are too near each other.”

“shut up,” you snarled.

as soon as you both do settle into the tent, he cuddles you, twining his legs and arms against yours. “i’m sorry for getting jealous all day. didn’t think i was going too. i even surprised myself. i know i have nothing to be jealous about, i’m just being stupid.”

“it’s not stupid,” you say, taking his hand and giving it a kiss. “i probably would’ve been worse. apart from the lap thing, they weren’t all bad. being called angel all day is pretty amazing.”

“worse, huh?” he turns you around, hitching his leg over your waist to bring your hips closer as you muffled a surprised squeak. he wiggled his eyebrows, smirking. “care to share, angel?”

“we are not going to be exhibitionists, sir.”

he half growls at the title. “paint me a picture, angel. i’ll swallow all your sounds when it comes down to it. but even you said you don’t think my jealousy is stupid, so why don’t we give them something to imagine?”