Jealous boyfriend [Isashiki X Fem!Reader]

A/N: (C/N) is the name of the male classmate who is “flirting” with you

Isashiki Jun had a little bit of anger issues. Everyone knew that. The only who he was somewhat “normal” around was, (L/N) (F/N). That was his girlfriend, and he didn’t act as if he was always pissed off around her so he wouldn’t scare her away. Of course, he always was pissed off no matter what. But she didn’t care. She still liked him anyway.

The only issue was that he got jealous…and when he got jealous, he would get mad. And it all went downhill from there. She knew he meant well, but why does he get so mad about it?

(F/N) sat next to Jun, rubbing his back. “Calm down, Jun. There’s no need to get jealous.”
Jun clenched his teeth and his fists. “But that bastard, (C/N) was trying to flirt with my (F/N)!”

The (H/C) girl sighed. “He was asking me what was for homework, Jun.”

“He was flirting with you,” he insisted.

She sighed once again and cupped his face with her hands. “Jun, you know I love you right?”

He blinked. “Well of course I know you do—“

“Then shut up and stop getting so jealous!” she barked out. “I don’t care about any other guy except you, do you understand me?”

“Yes ma’am,” he mumbled.

~Time skip~

Jun saw (C/N) talking to (F/N). Again. He wanted (C/N) to get away from his girl. Now.

Jun immediately got fired up and approached (F/N) and (C/N), pissed off. He wrapped his arm protectively the (H/C) girl. “Oi, what do you want?”

(F/N) blinked and looked at Jun. “J-Jun! He was just asking for the notes for tod—“

Jun glared at (C/N), who backed away slightly from Jun. “Don’t talk to her. Don’t even look at her. Understand, you bastard?”

(C/N) nodded his head once before running away.

(F/N) sighed. “You’re so jealous. Remember what I told you? I only love you.”

Jun wrapped his arms around (F/N)’s waist and buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “Well, everyone needs to know that you’re mine. I don’t want anyone taking you away from me.”

She clicked her tongue. “Huh. Well, as punishment you won’t get any cuddles.”

She giggled and walked to her classroom, Jun chasing after her.  “Oi, (F/N) come back here! I have game tomorrow! I need my good luck cuddle! Come on (F/N), this isn’t funny! (F/N)!”

…who knew Isashiki Jun was hardcore cuddler.