#I'm so toxic rofl I'd do the same with Sugu too lmao

[mrsoharaa]

You're at one of Barou's games, watching intently and cheering on for your hard-working and intensely focused man strutting fiercely throughout the vast field in between of his opponents. So lost in your supporting chants and cheers, you almost forget there were a group of girls standing right next to you doing the same...for him as well.

"Woo! you got this Barou!!"

"He's so hot! even the way he runs is so attractive!"

"Have you seen that back when he took off his shirt?!"

"He's sooo yummy! god I want to eat him up!"

Though, you consistently kept reminding yourself their little thirst spurts meant absolutely nothing to you, you couldn't help feel that bubbling fuel of infuriation and jealousy seep through your skin. Furrowed brows skimming over to the group of shameless, thirst quenching women gawking at your man.

So when the game finally came to it's end and you scour through the ocean of people through the parking lot in search for your winning, hunk of a boyfriend — you had spotted the same group of women that had drooled all over Barou from the midst of the crowd.

You run up to him, making sure you knew that they were watching and hungrily captured his salty plush lips with your own. Both hands cupping his heated face with a vice and your greedy tongue lunging down the back of his throat in a swift of a motion. Normally he would get too crudish and off-putted with your excessive PDA, but with how needy and insistent you were with your encouraged tongue, who was he to deny his bold queen of her assertive direct affections.

You turn slightly to grin victoriously, as you watch the group of girls faces drop into a mount of despair and defeat. Obvious linger of searing jealousy and disgust shrouding over their petty faces.

And after moments of a torrid, messy make out session in the sea of crowding bodies, you both part lips and inhale for a waft of needed air. Your fingers somehow finding themselves deep in the spiky dark tresses that laid upon his crown, tugging and weaving ever so intricately yet gently.

He glances down at you with perched brows, sweat still sticking along his golden skin. Both hands propped onto your hips, his personal bag lunged over his right broad shoulder.

"What was this all about woman? a congratulatory kiss or somethin'?" he retorts playfully, a matching smirk curling to his daunting tone.

You simply hum, utterly satisfied with the way the group of women had carried themselves defeatedly through the swarm of loitering and chattering people. His fingers sloping along your curves, noting your piercing, winning gaze leering ever so intently at the moping group of women. He rolls his eyes and elicits a deadpan chuckle, bringing your face back to meet his.

"So that kiss wasn't for me huh?" he confronts with a hint of lilt in his almost jealous tone, you gradually, smugly smile up at him. Draping your arms around his neck as you lean up onto your tip toes, fingers still lacing in between each damped raven strand.

"Of course it was 'Rou! I just needed to...prove a point" you toy witfully, he snorts to your remark, gazing back over to the muttering group of women still sharply peering over to you (at your back). Their demeanor changing immediately when they notice his gaze turn onto them, momentarily.

"Tch"

"How many times do I need to prove to you that you're literally the only person that I want?" he flattens his wide palm amongst the small of your back, pushing you up against his burly stature, lips fiercely pressing against yours in a heated frenzy. Lidded irises of sheer possessiveness and warning looming over to the same gasping group of women.

That should get the point across.