Just some thoughts about Johnny and his soft possessiveness.
It's New Year's Eve Y/N and Johnny were hanging out with Ryan and Bam at a bar. The place is crowded, with loud groups of people celebrating in good cheer. Johnny would stand close behind you while you laugh and chat with the guys, letting a hand linger at your hip or waist. Pressing his chest against your back to feel the warm comfort of your form against his beating heart.
Before heading outside to smoke a joint in the alley with friends he would press a soft kiss to the side of your neck.
I won't be long, Johnny said.
Having grown up accustomed to the sting of rejection, his confidence in relationships had been lacking when you first met. It had been hard for him to believe that someone like you could ever truly be his.
And even now, after months together he feels an almost primal need to signal to everyone that you belong to him.
But Johnny wouldn't be clingy.
As the night wears on he would eventually wander off to mingle with acquaintances, to talk about his pranks or discuss his ideas.
Yet no matter how much fun he was having, his eyes would still scan the room until he finds your face. A beacon that guides him and gives comfort in the dark. Just a quick glance to make sure you're still having a good time.
But if someone approaches and tries to flirt with you? Forget about it.
He'd be there in a flash, his larger than life personality on full display to ensure they knew that you, in fact, were taken.
It would drive him crazy. Make him want to mark you with signs of his devotion, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that you were!
his.
You would love all the subtle (and not so subtle) ways that Johnny claimed you, making sure to show him later when you got home.
Slow kisses and stolen breath, Johnny, his body rolling into yours over and over as you breathlessly confirm that you are his,
