They dug their painted nails into his arm, and giggled, looking up at him with a hint of lust in their eyes. You could tell they wanted him in their beds tonight, whilst knowing fully well that, he was a taken man.
He was surrounded by three, maybe four, girls all batting their eyelashes at him, playing with their hair, constantly giggling at everything he said and had their hands all over him - Johnny was clearly enjoying the attention, as he did nothing to stop the advances they made on him.
Maybe he would go home with someone tonight, you thought. Why wouldn’t he? You wouldn’t blame him if he did, they were all so pretty; prettier than you. They had perfect bodies, perfect smiles, what wasn’t there to like?
Suddenly, you began to feel uncomfortable in your body, the dress you were wearing started to feel a bit tight. Your eyes began to dart around the room, looking at strangers, and you felt their judgemental stares burn into you.
How long would it be until he left you for one of them? How long would it be until he realises that you aren’t as beautiful, as he lets on? How long would it take him to fall out of love?
A heavy hand rest itself upon your shoulder, “(y/n)? are you okay?” you let out a tiny gasp, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled.
“yeah, I’m good, Stephen, I’m just really tired, that’s all.”
“oh! if you want, I can get the driver take you home early.”
As much as you didn’t want to take up the drivers free-time for your troubles, you really didn’t want to be here. “that would be great, thank you.”
You walked up to your boyfriend, “Johnny.” you said, but it went unheard, “Johnny,” you repeated, “I’m going home.”
“I’m tired John. you can stay, I don’t mind, I just wanted to let you know.”
You didn’t want to seem controlling in any way, that’s why you just shut up and didn’t comment on what he did, and that it upset you. You didn’t want Johnny to think you were like her.
“no, I’ll come with you.” A series of groans followed, “no. stay.” “please stay.” and they gripped onto him a little bit tighter.
“it’s getting late anyways, let me grab my hat, then we can get going, sweetheart.”
You rest your head against the window, your mind filled with empty thoughts, as you looked up into the black sky. Then, the strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, and you felt him press his body close to yours, “did you have fun tonight?” You internally rolled your eyes at him, I dunno, John, you tell me. “yeah.. it was alright.” you mumbled. “have you eaten, angel? we can pick something up on the way home, if you want.”
After that, the journey home was silent. Not a word spoken between the two of you.
As soon as the door clicked shut, he started, “what was up with you tonight?”
You let out an annoyed sigh and rolled your eyes, “nothing.”
“clearly it’s not nothing.” He said, in a firm tone.
“I told you I was tired, that’s it.”
He furrowed his brows and looked at you, “it’s not about that and you know it. can you just please tell me what’s wrong?” Then worry filled in his eyes, “did someone do something to you?”
“no.” your voice cracked.
“will you let me go to bed John?” Then there was a look of realisation in his eyes, and you knew he wasn’t going to let this go now.
“I did do something. didn’t I?” He walked over to you, and looked you in the eye, silently asking you to tell him what it was that was bothering you.
Looking up at him you said, “it doesn’t.. matter, I was just overreacting, let’s go to bed.” Grabbing his hand, you pulled him up the stairs and to your bedroom.
Once you reached the door, he pulled his hand out of your grasp, “baby what’s wrong? I can’t have you going to bed mad at me.” The way he said it was so soft, so caring, it made you even more upset.
“You are. I know you are.” He put his large tattooed hand on your cheek, “I’m supposed to be the one who makes sure you never feel like this, not be the cause of it.” He whispered.
“Johnny, it’s nothing important.” You assured him, looking into his deep brown eyes.
“If it’s making you this upset then yes it is.” His hand left your face, and he laced your fingers together, “Please, tell me what’s wrong..” and that’s what set you off, you struggled trying to hold back the tears, having no idea why you were being so sensitive today.
Johnny’s worried eyes stared into yours, waiting for an answer, “I think.. I’m gonna lose you John” You whispered with your voice shaking,
“Why would that happen? How would that happen?”
“What do you mean how?” you sobbed, “Did you not see yourself today? God, they were all over you and you didn’t do anything!”
“Is that what this is about?”
You tried to calm yourself down, “Obviously it is! And-and I didn’t even want to bring this up in the first place-”
“What? Why not?” He went to hold your hand in both of his, the coolness of his rings pressing onto your fingers,“Listen, sweetheart, if something I do makes you unhappy or uncomfortable, you should tell me, it’s how relationships are supposed to work.”
You didn’t meet his eyes, looking off to the side, “I know, I just… I was overreacting-”
“You weren’t. I would feel the same if I was in your spot (y/n)…”
You swallowed and whispered, “I don’t want you to think that I’m like her…”
He looked at you with a disappointed look, ashamed that you’d even think that of him. He let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. “I would never think that of you, I know that you’re nothing like that baby..” He said in a low voice. “Please… tell me if something happens… I can’t stand seeing you upset.”
“Okay..” You mumbled into his neck.
He brought you into the bedroom, helped you take your dress and makeup off, and get ready for bed. Once you were comfortable, only then did he change and let loose.
You felt his side of the bed dip when he got under the covers with you. You turned you face him then, almost immediately, he claimed your lips with his.
He continued to deepen the kiss as he got on top of you, his knees on either side of your body when he pulled away, he was still close, but not close enough. You tried bringing him in for another kiss, just for him to pull away again, his eyes were hooded as he smirked and muttered against your lips, “Do you want me?”
He gave you a quick peck on the lips before he trailed down to your neck, leaving little nips and kisses as he went down further. Your hands fumbled with unbuttoning his nightshirt, while he continued to litter your neck with love bites.
When you finally managed to unbutton his shirt, your hands travelled to his head, running your fingers through his dark brown locks, and you gently tugged on them, pulling him away from your neck, guiding him to your lips for a sweet kiss again. Your hands moved up his chest, and pushed the shirt down his shoulders.
He pulled away, panting, and whispered, “I’m all yours.”
