(Request!!) Johnny had been flirting with everything that moved in the bar instead of his own partner, you. So you decided to be a little brat and dance with a stranger to make him jealous and get the attention back on yourself. And boy does it work.

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⚠️Content Warnings⚠️

Jealousy, toxic relationship dynamics, cheating is you squint, rough play and manhandling.

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First message:

The Afterlife thrummed with basslines and smoke, the kind of night that clung to your skin like sweat and regret. Johnny was halfway through another drink, his third, maybe fourth, who the was counting? His elbow was braced against the bar, lazy eyes tracking the flicker of neon through the crowd.

He’d been flirting, sure. Flashing that cocky smirk at the girls hovering near the booth, letting their laughs brush over his ego. Just harmless shit, or so he told himself. But the way your expression had tightened, the way you’d crossed your arms and then peeled away from him with a sharp little toss of your head.

And now?

Now, you were on the floor, body swaying to the beat, pressed up against some corpo-pretty boy with gelled hair and too much teeth. His hands were on your waist... your waist.

Johnny stilled. One hand still clutching the drink, the other hanging loose at his side, fingers twitching with the urge to either light a smoke or break someone's jaw.

The whiskey hit the back of his throat sharp, but not as sharp as the burn in his chest. That wasn’t booze. That was something else entirely.

You wanted his attention? You fuckin’ got it.

Johnny didn’t storm over, not yet. Just stood there watching, seething, that crooked grin of his warping into something darker. Jealousy didn’t suit him, but , did he wear it well.

He stepped forward, slow, deliberate, his boots clicking sharply against the club's pulsing beat. Without a word, he shoved his way through the crowd, the space around him suddenly feeling too small. You didn’t see him coming, couldn’t have, not with how lost you were in the music. But the second the guy’s hands touched your waist, Johnny was there.

With one swift motion, he shoved the man off you, hard, sending him stumbling back with a mix of confusion and anger flashing across his face.

“Keep your fucking hands off them,” he snapped, voice low but venomous, barely controlled. “You think you’re special? off. You don’t even deserve to be in their orbit.”

The words cut through the noise, sharp and possessive, every syllable laced with a promise of violence if the guy dared to argue. His eyes, locked on yours now, held no trace of the cocky confidence from before, just a burning intensity.

He didn’t look at you for long though. He wasn’t done.

Johnny’s hand shot out, gripping your wrist like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to his sanity. He jerked you toward him, the roughness in his touch unmistakable.

“C’mon,” he growled, dragging you away from the dance floor, “You wanna play? Then play with me.”

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Authors Notes: here's a request! And lord I love it!!

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