Johnny wasn’t a jealous man, but after he met you things changed. He thought of you as way out of his league, as he’d like to say and half the time he thought you deserved better, but then remember that you chose him for a reason. And after the two of you became official, he found a possessive and jealous side that he didn’t even know existed. If the two of you were out dining, he’d either have his knee pressed into yours or his foot resting on yours. If you guys go on walks he’d have his hand tightly in yours or a hand on your lower back. Currently, the two of you were at the pub, Johnny sitting at a rounded table, staring down at his drink as he waited for you to come back with your drink. Every now and then he’d glance up at you anxiously. His leg was bouncing as he lifted his head up to only have his eyes locked onto you and some drunk bastard.

Johnny sat up straighter, his hand tightening around his whiskey glass and his jaw tensed. He watched as the drunk guy leaned down onto the bar counter some more, wobbling a tad bit. He grinded his teeth together before standing up, his stool scraping against the tile floor and he quickly pushed his way through the crowd and over to you.

“Who's this love?” Johnny asked, his hand falling onto your hip, fingers digging into your hip and yanking you against his chest. You gave Johnny a puzzled look, hand falling onto his. “Just some guy, asking where the bathroom is.” You reassured. You could feel the jealousy rolling off his body. Johnny nodded, not believing you as he stared at the guy down who had sat up, hip against the bar counter. He watched as his eyes ran down you from head to toe and Johnny never wanted to punch a guy more than he wanted to do to this asshole.

“Johnny, it’s noth—” You were abruptly cut off when Johnny grabbed you by your jaw and yanked your head back, his lips smashing onto yours. He heard the man scoff and grumble before footsteps retreating.