𝓪𝓮𝓲𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝔂

Bottom of the 9th. 3 men on base, and Haechan hits a home run, soaring out of the field. An uproar of cheers erupts. Screaming in celebration from the front bleachers, nearest the dugout area. Close enough for the team to hear your noisy praises.

Jeno catches your eye on his way out, sparing you a suggestive nod. A familiar one that says ‘come find me’.

Excitement buzzes through your chest waiting for the crowd to clear. Fresh cut grass tickles at your nose as a lawn mower explodes to life. Signifying another game over, a successful one as usual.

Jeno hasn’t texted, probably occupied with cleaning off before he heads out to meet up with you. Another visit to the locker room seemed hard to resist after last time. Your feet carrying you in the direction the team had disappeared into not long ago.

“What’re you looking for?” Coach Suh spots you near the dugout. Lurking around after games as usual. “..I mean, who?”

He smirks knowingly, hoisting a bag full of bats over his shoulder. Bending at his knees to scoop up the mess left behind. The team had gone off to hit the showers as he instructed them to after another winning game. Missing the scolding he’d give them with an alternative outcome.

“Uh, Jeno?..We’re s-supposed to l-leave together..” you start to stutter. Johnny- or Mr. Suh, as you’d come to know him, turns around, standing up straight. Giving you a full view of his overpowering size.

“Yea, he’s in the lockers. You’re familiar.” He smiles again. More arrogant and full of himself than the team combined. They had to learn it from someone after all.

“Hah..” you step back nervously. Eyes darting around for your clear escape. Catching a glimpse of Jeno’s mitt on the edge of the bench. His initials etched in bold lettering, something about it being his ‘lucky glove’. You pause to reach for it, Jeno would be upset if he’d lost this thing. “Ow what the fu-..”

You hiss dropping the stitched leather. Thumb catching on the edge of sharp metal protruding from the corner of the bench. Nicking your skin enough to draw blood, accompanied by a throbbing pain.

“Ah, I keep telling the maintenance crew about that.” Coach Suh takes a hold of your wrist. His eyes squinting, scanning the damage. Clicking his tongue, he brings your hand closer to his lips. “We better get this cleaned up.”

Brown eyes land on yours, flicking up, turning his playful expression serious. His cheeks sink in, tongue hanging out lapping up the trickle of blood from your thumb.

“Coach…Mr. Suh..” you gasp, jerking your wrist. His large palm encasing you completely leaving you with no room to budge. “It’s…it’s okay..I..”

“Saw your little movie you know.” He goes on speaking over you. Dragging the tip of his tongue up and down. Gaze boring past yours, never breaking contact. “It’s no wonder you’re walking around getting into trouble like this. Fucked so stupid, surprised you can even stand up after that.”

Your jaw hangs, humiliation draining through your face. Coach Suh only taking your moment of shock to suck down the entirety of your thumb. Lips swallowing down to where your fingers align. Teeth tug at your flesh with every pull. Your eyes water, burning from the heat rising up your cheeks. The vulgar display too much after hearing he’d watched you. Saw you tossed around like nothing but a..

“Slut.” He finishes, kissing over the cleaned off cut. “Letting all of those guys fuck and use you like that.”

“I..”

“I thought I taught them better than that.” His lips move over the cut, stinging. Dizzily stirring your thoughts around. Sultry eyes stare down at you as if he already owns you. “Never let your opponent win.”

“It’s not like that..” you try to defend yourself. Not that it mattered anyway, Johnny didn’t actually care. “Who showed you?”

“That’s not important. We need to get this properly sealed up.” Johnny observes your thumb, still bleeding profusely. Waving off your curiosity. Pouting his lower lip in ridicule. “Poor baby, it hurts doesn’t it?”

“Coach..” you squirm, taking a step back. A hopeless attempt to calm yourself.

“Shh shh..” Johnny’s cheek wrinkles to one side. He has to bend in to meet you at eye level. Tilting his chin in to keep you rendered docile under an intense gaze. “You always want it to hurt. Beg me to keep going even when you’re crying? Biting back those pretty screams for me until your lips look raw?”

A pitiful garbled sound jumps from your throat. Johnny quick to cradle the back of your head. Almost too gently, cooing as you arch forward into his torso. Clutching at his sides for some sort of traction. Reality fleeting the longer he speaks. Older, wiser, too suave and mature compared to what you’re used to. Johnny knew how to control your strings, turn you into a pile of putty off mere words.

“Nothing to say already? So soon?” Long eyes blink down at you with a mocking glint. The perfect person to lead a team to victory. Strategic and observing, picking up on weaknesses and strengths off body language alone.

Johnny knew from the first time you’d met from the way your breath hitched how he’d affected you. Hiding a knowing smirk with a charming smile. Raking your figure with a conspiring look. Asserting an almost sweet dominance with the way he controlled any conversation. The vibrato in his vocals lowering whenever he spoke only for you.

It was chance, fate, or Johnny figuring out your class schedule through some eavesdropping. Bumping into him abruptly as you raced to your car. An apology that swerved into smoky thinning eyes, faint fingertips on your skin. Johnny was 29, experienced, too enticing to pass up the chance for more. As he expected when you’d agreed to ‘hanging out’ that night, and many more.

“Fuck..” you manage to utter. Earning a displeased click of his tongue. The palm splayed at your nape jostles you a bit, enough to make your brain rattle. Emptied already, filled with blood pumping in a rage through your chest.

“Is that how you talk to me?” He tuts, turning you around too fast. Sure enough to lose your balance and fall right on your face without his hold. A lick of whisper traces a path down the shell of your ear- “You know better than to use language like that with me. I’m not one of those stupid little boys you fuck around with when you’re bored.”

Drool gathers at the corners of your lips, too embarrassing to suck down. Johnny’s deep voice travels over your spine, passing through your gut. Releasing rapid shots of dopamine better than any high. That’s what he did, that’s what he was best at.. winning, getting his way. Control, manipulation, pulling strings on a puppet. Losing never really felt like a loss with Johnny.

“I’m sorry, coach I-.. I’m sorry.” Your vocal chords tremble. Maneuvered through the dugouts hallway leading to the locker rooms. Johnny presses your front to the wall, clear in the open where anyone can catch you. Thick girth nudging at your backside. Squatting a knee, he shoves between your thighs from behind. Forced to mount his flexing muscle, a burly arm circles your ribcage. Lifting you with ease to straddle his thick thigh comfortably.

“Actions speak louder than words. You’re sorry?” Johnny blinks slowly. It’s all just to further fuck with your head. Get you sloppy and stupid how he likes. “Then show me how sorry you are.”

“Fu-..” your lips purse into a thin line. Johnny really emphasized how ‘ladies’ never use such foul language. That was ‘childish bullshit’, you want something? Then use your words correctly. Speak up, put on a real show for him. “Johnny..”

The sound of his tongue clicking along the backs of his teeth accompany a shake of his head. Grabbing a hold around your jaw, jerking your neck back to look at him. Trapped between the wall and his body covering your entire frame. “I won us that game. It’s coach today.”

His thigh nestled between yours bounces up, manipulating you to grind down. Wet panties cling to your core, pushing down with an experimental roll of your pelvis. His nose buries against your cheek, nodding with approval. Flexing his muscles between you for assistance.

“Rubbing your little cunt on me like some brainless whore.” He starts mumbling, patting your chin roughly upon releasing you. Large hand skimming down beneath your casual summer dress. He seethes underneath, tracing up and down the crevice of your ass. Pressing kisses over your cheek with his speech- “Do you even know how wet you are already? It’s leaking right through my uniform. You’re worse than some dumb slut aren’t you? Good for nothing but taking cock.”

“Uh-huh” you stammer out, lacking the brain cells to form anything coherent anymore. Johnny’s hardened size digging into your lower back distracting you from forming any real thought. Frothing at the mouth, such a mess already. Begging for more with a fiercer swivel of your hips. Clit dragging against your underwear roughly as you move faster.

“You want more. You need more.” Johnny says adamantly. Collecting wetness spilling from your entrance. Thick digits trail back and forth. Meanly teasing at your hole, enough to feel your heat pulsating. “You want everything. Greedy little slut is what you are.”

He sniggers, tracing your rim with wet fingertips. Satisfied by the breathy hiss you let out, working back faster into his touch despite the areas evident swelling. He almost pities you, recalling how Jaemin had taken it out on you in the video.

“That hurts doesn’t it baby?” Johnny croons softly. Deliciously rubbing around your rim in succession with your incessant grinding. “But that’s how my little pain slut likes it..”

“Ugh..f-..” you muffle the string of curses attempting to escape. The idea of Coach Suh punishing you with another hour of edging was more than enough to contain yourself. Your palm smacks against the wall, hissing from the burn of your cut brushing along the plaster. Vibrant streaks of blood stain in their wake, catching Johnny’s attention.

“You gonna cum like this? Like my good slut. Fuck yourself faster on me, you can do it.” He rasps, tangling a hold in your hair. Encouraging you with a jerk of his thigh. His digits lower back to your pulsing hole. Sleek movements get him knuckle deep.

Gasping on a choked breath as your eyes roll up. Bouncing down on his thigh with speed, stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves at a needier pace. Johnny continuing to murmur praises through your first orgasm.

“That’s it.” Hot lips press a trail of kisses along your neck. Settling you to stand up straight and catch your breath.

He lifts you with ease, as if you weigh nothing to him. You duck into his chest as he kicks through the locker room, expecting to be met with a bunch of sniveling bratty faces. Steam clouds and a familiar pitter-pat of water droplets hitting tile floor fills the entire room.

Johnny walks the pathway to his office, not even bothering to glance around for any curious bystanders. He sets you on your weak ankles upon entering, shoving open the door with his shoulder.

“Sit down.” Johnny says, earnestly. Nodding ahead to his chair. You stand, paused, unable to rip your eyes away from the very open blinds. Blinds meant to cover a window facing toward the entire locker room. Pondering how Coach Suh could have had quite the view if he hadn’t already left for the day. You chew at your lower lip, shifting around nervously.

“But..”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. You know I don’t like when you don’t listen to me.” Johnny comes up behind you. Chest flush against your back until you begin to step further in. The shutting click of his office door following suite.

It’s not much of a shove at your shoulder that has you planted in his fancy work area. An expensive leather chair, ergonomically equipped for long hours spent seated. Planning out tricks and techniques to ensure the opposing team never saw them coming. Johnny the real mastermind behind a continuously successful team.

He starts unbuttoning his uniform slowly. Divots of defined abdomen peaking between the opening garment. Meticulously unveiling faint marks of now barely there scratches. The last time you’d hooked up had been a couple of weeks ago. Enough time to heal over the areas on his hips you’d dug your nails into.

His shoulders drop, shimmying off the sleeves. Hovering above your awestruck gaze. Cock twitching in response to how you always seemed at a loss for words in his presence. Obsessed and weak, re-evaluating your life to dedicate everything to him.

He slinks down onto his knees. Leaning back proudly showing off the physique he works hard for. Taking a hold of your wrist to drag your limp fingers down the center of his chest. Smug smirk growing, taking in the rapid pace your breasts rise at. Sucking down air on a choked breath, letting you trace over the lines of defined muscles down to his navel.

“It’s been too long..” Johnny winks, passing your hand across the faded marks adorning his pelvic bone. “Miss catching fresh traces of you over my skin.”

He reaches for a drawer nearby, long arm flexing. Bicep contracting delectably, biting down on your lip harder with anticipation. Johnny pulls out a first aid kit, returning his attention to your other hand.

“Ah, look at this mess.” He mumbles to himself. Cradling your wrist gently to get a good look at your thumb. Cleaning up the now dried blood that made its way down to the middle of your forearm. His brows furrowed in concentration, handsome as ever even under hideous cheap lighting.

He makes it look simple, covering your wound with gauze and tape. Gazing up with a pleased smile- “All better?”

Johnny tugs your bandaged thumb to his mouth. Passing you over slow enough to catch on little lines between the skin of his lips. Blinking up curiously, he whispers, deep and low- “Or does it hurt anywhere else?”

You nod, controlling yourself to not act over eager. Parting your thighs open, giving him a full visual of your drenched underwear. Johnny sighs. Licking up your inner thigh with an intense gaze trained on you. A practiced gaze that always worked to weaken his opponent.

“Hurts here? Doesn’t it?” His forehead wrinkles in question. Pouting a press of his lips against your hole. He sucks on the material with vigor, moaning at the essence dribbling down his throat.

“H-hurts..s-so much..” you nod, writhing up to meet his mouth working over your covered mound. Tongue sinking in, shoving the strained fabric into your hole. He slurps obscenely, rolling his eyes shut as if you taste too savory to not fully enjoy. “Ah, Coach, please. Need more.”

Johnny nibbles down on your clit, pinpointing exactly where it is. Making you twist up with a suppressed shout. He nuzzles in, growling through his chest. Ripping your underwear off in one go, face burying back between your thighs full of hunger. Tongue gathering the wetness sopping onto his chair. He groans, rubbing his nose around your clit. Repeatedly landing kisses on your convulsing entrance. An apology for what was about to take place.

“Are you that desperate for me?” He mouths over your cunt. Engulfing you entirely, laving his tongue all over. Breaching inside with a pointed wiggle until your thighs tremble around him. His nose huffing at the top of your mound as you ride out another climax. Falling back bonelessly into the seat. Dizzy from heavy lungs making it harder to breathe.

“Yes yes, please! N-need it, need you!” You whimper, wheezing for air.

“Wanted to get fucked so bad didn’t you?” Johnny pecks over your clit. “Doesn’t even matter whose dick it is. Such a nasty slut.”

“No, no no!” You whine, grabbing onto his broad frame. Johnny squatting, scooping you up from your bottom. Setting you on the edge of his desk. Pulling at your dress until you’re nothing but exposed flesh. Surprised you’d even had a pair of panties on to begin with. Too slutty for that from what he’d come to learn.

His hands wrap around your thighs, tingling all over with a harsh press of his fingertips. You glance up over his shoulder, noticing sets of eyes watching you through the parted blinds. Some look familiar, too familiar. Especially as a camera flashing through the glass brightens up the cloud of darkness masking smiles. Bright teeth, a mischievous curled up mouth, that had to be Jaemin..

“Coach, the blinds..” you mention again, blinking rapidly. Dropping your face to hide in his shoulder. Skin aflame from bubbling excitement, or embarrassment. Most likely both.

Johnny props you to sit up straight, cupping your jaw until you’re blinking up at him under the fluorescent office lights. The gleam making it all the more difficult to keep your heavy eyelids from drooping down further. He slaps at your cheek, hard enough to have you hissing. Biting back a sound of pain, a risk he may stop if you let it out. Johnny never really wanted to hurt you, no more than you wanted him to.

“They stay open. A pretty thing like you needs to be seen. On full display, give the boys a real reward for winning today.” Johnny grins, bumping the tip of his nose against yours. “Besides, you love that. So pathetically desperate for your loyal servants to worship you. I know you just love thinking about it later when you touch yourself. The way they all submit to you, wrapped around some invisible leash.”

“That’s not—“ Johnny interrupts you with another scoff. His mouth hovering right above yours, close enough to follow his words without listening.

“You’re thinking too much about it still.” He sounds upset now, convincing enough. Circling your windpipe with a large splayed out palm, he pecks you gently. Licking between your pressed lips for entrance. Impelling you to let him inside, in more ways than one. “You’re thinking too much.”

He mumbles between languid laps of his tongue. Easing your nerves, massaging through your hot greedy cavern. Thick lips that command dominance, spine held up only by the hand now gripping your throat. Stifling breaths pass, swallowed down by the much larger. A squeeze at your throat that reminds you how easily he can fuck you up, ruin you, if you allowed.

With a firm kiss, Johnny stares you down. Brown irises blown wide beneath bulky eyelids. Features sharp enough to cut you deep, as deep as the metal bench had earlier.

“So beautiful like this..” he smiles, a real smile. Trailing a finger along your cheekbone. “Head empty, nothing but a stupid hole to fuck, hmm?”

He’s fixated for a moment, toying with your loose neck. Tapping along the edges of your jaw and chin. Admiring the lost look in your gaze. He takes a hold of your cheeks, pushing your lips into a pout. Shaking your face side to side- “Nothing inside that pretty fucking head. You know why? It’s all mine. Can’t have it back until I’m done with you.”

He nods your head for you, cheeks glowing happily. With one last hard grip around your throat he tosses your arms over his back. Circling your waist, picking you back up. Cupping your ass in his large palms. You let out a sound of confusion, met with a chuckle. Johnny setting your bottom down on the tiny window ledge. It digs in uncomfortably, making you shimmy forward.

“Don’t move.” His tone drops back to a serious one. Keeping an arm wrapped around you as he shoves his bottoms off with the other. “You wanna cum on my cock don’t you baby? Be a good slut for me?”

You keep nodding, not fully understanding what he means. Johnny throwing your arms back over his frame to get you in position.

“Don’t let go.” His nose hits your forehead with enough force to bend your neck back. Cock drunk gaze staring up at him. Johnny’s chest rumbling loudly, reaching his own desperation.

He’s got you pressed up against the window. Your sweaty skin painfully pulling on the glass. Hoisting you up, he grabs around your thighs. Cock seething fully inside making the crown of your head knock back. Screaming more off the deep penetration than the throbbing passing over your skull.

“Your loyal following showed up.” He grunts. Lifting and lowering you on his length. Overwhelmed by his mass every time. Already too stupid and incoherent to understand anything he says. Amused laughter travels through window crevices.

Lights flashing behind you, illuminating all of Johnny’s working muscles. His chest glistens with a small amount of alluring sweat. Making it clear how hard this isn’t for him. Throttling your limp body up and down on his dick effortlessly.

“We’re gonna have a whole fucking collection of you by the time seasons over.” He stammers. Bending at his knees for extra power.

“C-cum, just wanna cum.” You whine, enraptured by the thick body in front of you. Feeling smaller than ever under his strength. “So fucking big. You’re so fucking big!”

Your mouth hangs open breathless, sputtering nonsense. Johnny tossing you up and down like nothing.

“So so s-so b-big..” you stutter between sucking at drool that won’t stop spilling from your lips. Dazed by the way Johnny reshapes your insides. Dazed by his flawless firm muscles. Displaying brute strength with each piston upward. Cries and whimpers escape you, kneading at his chest.

“Stuffing your slutty hole full just how you love.” Johnny growls disrupting your thoughts. Thrusting faster, pulling you from the ledge until your nails are burying into his collarbone. Cutting through his flesh as you scream.

Fucked thoroughly and precise, pussy clenching harder the longer he stirs your insides. Johnny’s hips snap roughly, muttering through exertion- “Wet, so fucking wet and tight for me. Taking all this big dick.”

“Ah! Johnny!” You let out a drawn out noisy whimper. Stiffening up when Johnny pierces in at a new angle. Shuddering in his hold as a powerful orgasm rips out. This one rendering you completely weak, full and empty.

He chokes on a breath, lower half coming to a still. Eyes fluttering through your convulsing heat. Just enough, listening patiently for your breathing to regulate

He turns, keeping you slotted on his length. Thigh muscles pronounced, bulging out ridiculously as he returns you to his desk. You fall back into a high arch, fucked up into again the second your ass meets table. Reaching around yourself for some type of purchase, something to keep you connected to reality. Lost in the sound of low guttural moans above you.

“I ca-can’t, can’t!” Your eyes crunch shut, gritting your teeth with a scream. Filled up to your belly button. You can feel Johnny’s size jabbing deep inside with each thrust. Spinning your mind further and further away.

He slaps at your cheek, snaking around your neck with a tough grip. Your eyes shooting open, coughing on dry air.

“Eyes on me.” He instructs, throwing his lower half into rapid action. Coughing up more, a burn of tears painting down your face. Steaming as they roll down your heated skin.

“Love that don’t you?” Johnny spurs on. Ruthlessly hammering his hips down. Wasting no time to chase his release. Jostled up his desk with each impaling thrust. “Fuck you so stupid. All you know is my cock baby. It’s all you can think about.”

His staminas insane, sounding hardly short of breath even as he throws your legs back. Adjusting your limbs over his shoulders to pin you down, keeping you in place with the weight of his merciless pistoning hips.

“Y-ye—can-can’t…too…s’too good..” you stutter, eyes rolling far back. Leaving nothing but the whites surrounding your pupils visible. “Cu-cum…again..g-gon, cum!”

He gives you no warning, no time to even get your garbled words out. Thumb slithering between your smashed together torsos. Johnny presses down on your clit with a growl. Rolling your bundle of nerves around roughly, biting through your gripping orgasm.

“That’s it pretty baby, cum around me just like that.” He grits. Fucking through your pulsing cunt. His ramming pace never slowing. Chest flexed as he grabs your ankles holding you down. Folded up in a complete half. Johnny letting out a throaty animalistic scream as his cum spills free. “Fuck fuck!”

His hips don’t falter, pushing hot spurts of cum deep inside your walls. Expeling grunts that sound near painful, earning another orgasm out of you through his messy thrusts. Cum trickles out under the sloppy slams of his hips. Smeared over your bottom and his desk.

“Coach..” your throats scratchy, coughing up as he finally begins to slow down. Delivering one more filthy thrust before drawing free. The lewd wet pop as he pulls out lighting a scorching heat under your cheeks. Johnny sighs, easing your legs down slowly. Cock nestling back inside still like a plug.

“Did so good, even if you lost, again. Good game as always. Valiant effort.” Johnny smiles, a comforting soft smile. Rubbing large palms up and down your sore aching thighs. “Ready to hit the showers?”

Next—> Haechan

Teaser: “Someone will hear us here..” you whisper, sneaking an observant glance around. Desks where students study hidden between library shelves no more than 12 feet away. Close enough to catch glimpses of the top of their heads buried in textbooks between shelf gaps. It’s too dangerous, the locker room was one thing, but the schools library? Filled with students coming and going?

“Well then..” Haechan’s well known arrogant smirk shows itself. Tapping his index finger down the middle of your lips. Other hand lifting to pet your flyaway hairs down. Gently displaying more of your cheekbones as he smooths strands behind your ear. Brushing your lower lip back and forth, he chortles- “We have to make sure you keep quiet baby.”

There was a silence that settled between them. Johnny rubbed soothing circles on her back that made her drowsy, the early hours of the morning making its impact.

She was by no means a morning person, never would be. Johnny loved waking up early and had the disgusting notion that going outside at the time was a good idea. It was only her unfaltering love for him that led her to humour such perceptions at all. 

When her hands felt warm enough, she retreated them to pick up his hand that rested on her thigh, toying with the fingers.

“Are you still cold?” He mumbled into her hair.

“No.” She mumbled back.

“Should I let you go?” He lifted his head.

“No.”

Johnny laughed, putting his cheek against her temple and squeezing her frame. She smiled at his fingers.

“Just wait till I take you home for christmas.” He chuckled to himself. "If you think this is cold you aren't prepared for December in Illinois." There was an excitement in his voice that was infectious every time he talked about going home.

“Your mom said she would wrap me in five blankets. She also promised to intervene when you have any brilliant ideas that involve outdoor activities.”

Johnny’s laugh reverberated in his chest. She smiled when she felt the vibration of it, moving to rest her head on his shoulder to hear it in earnest. Both of them sighed together.

“You’ve been cohorting with my mother to spoil my plans.” He hummed.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, meeting his peaceful smile.

“She loves me. So she’s looking out for me.” (Y/N) scrunched her nose at him.

Johnny grinned, “I love you more.” He gave her a mock pout.

“Very debatable if you want me to freeze in a midwest winter out in the wilderness, Johnny Suh.” She clicked her tongue, “Very debatable.” She shook her head. 

Johnny pulled her back into his embrace with a soft sigh, “Fine we’ll only see a few things. No hiking, I guess.” He clicked his tongue back.

She snorted, “You’re real cute if, after being with me for four and a half years, you believe I'll hike in any season. Aren’t you supposed to know me? The person who you claim is the love of your life?” She bit her lip, glad he couldn’t see her blush as she mentioned something he said in passing once.

“I do know you.” He pulled her back to face him, giving her a smile, “You would fuss about it the entire time, but you would go. And then when we got there, you’d be quiet because the view would be worth it. And then fuss again when you remember that you have to walk back.” He raised a brow, as if questioning if he was accurate.

“Damn.” She mumbled, “You do know me.” She conceded.

“Love of my life.” He repeated the words, gloating.

She reached out and put her fingers on his cheek. The now warm fingers tingling against his cold skin. “You really are, you know? I don’t say it enough, but you really are.” She gave him a tender smile.

“I know.” Johnny kissed her forehead, “You’re always saying it, just not in words.” He mumbled against her head.

“Yeah?” She laughed at the words, “What does that mean?” She questioned.

The food arrived, cutting the conversation short. Reluctantly, they pulled away from each other. She picked up a bowl and put it in front of him first and then pulled the other one towards her.

Johnny smiled at the gesture, “Stuff like that.” He pointed at the bowls. “And how you wait for me to come home when I’m late." He smiled wistfully. "Even when you fall asleep. You wake up the moment I get in bed." He laughed to himself, "Or how you can tell how I’m feeling.” He threaded his fingers into hers, lifting her hand to leave a kiss. “I know.” 

She blinked at him, her cheeks turning more pink than they were from the cold before. She gave him a nod, turning her focus to her bowl. Johnny laughed, always finding pleasure in watching her be flustered. 

“This is good.” She sighed after taking her first bite. “That soup is so hot.” She groaned, the sound proof she was enjoying the food.

“Told you.” He shrugged.

“I’m sure the fact that it’s freezing outside helps make this steaming bowl feel more appetizing.” She noted.

“Exactly.” Johnny looked up with a serious expression, she snorted.

After finishing the entire bowl of noodle soup, she felt sufficiently warmed from inside out.

“Fuck, that was nice.” She groaned.

“You know, when we have kids, you’ll have to do something about the swearing.” Johnny hummed thoughtfully.

She turned to him, looking as stunned as she probably felt. They had talked about this a few times before, as casually and Johnny mentioned most serious things.

As casually as he mentioned it now. 

She knew him, she knew it was because she was in the business of worrying too much about most things. He did it to dissipate some of that and she was always grateful for it. It was little things like this with him, from the very start.

But there was a brimming anticipation in his eyes, one that felt new and made her heart beat a little faster. It also reminded her that she had been silent for a moment too long.

“I’ll learn when they’re still infants. They say you’re never prepared for parenting, that you learn as you go.” She shrugged. Johnny gave her a smile, one of hope and possibilities.

“Want to eat anything else?” Johnny changed the topic.

She gave him a sheepish nod, “Egg tarts.”

Johnny checked his watch, “Yeah I think the bakery will open in a bit. We can go.”

They stood outside the bakery for fifteen minutes now, every exposed part freezing from the crisp early morning wind from the nearby East River. Johnny rubbed her fingers occasionally inside his coat pockets as they stood close together.

The city had just started waking up, the first sign of dawn clear in the skies. Vendors passed by around them, the sound of life waking up slowly filling the air and making the cold feel less treacherous.

Johnny gave her a sympathetic smile, “I thought the bakery opened at 5:30.” He said apologetically.

“It’s fine.” She dismissed, taking her hands out of his pockets to slip under his coat. “Egg tart was my idea. Plus,” She stepped closer to him, hands snaking around his waist. “The cold isn’t so bad with you to warm me up.” He kissed the tip of her nose, putting his own hands on her waist.

“Hmm?” Johnny smiled. The shutter of the bakery finally drew open, the sudden metallic clang shocking them both. When a person walked up to the window to take their order, he asked for an egg tart each.

“I’m considering this cold practice for your midwest hikes.” She told him while they waited. Johnny turned to give her such a happy smile at the words that she laughed, hugging him again. “You’re so cute sometimes, Johnny. She scrunched her nose. “I love you.” She mumbled.

The man at the bakery window tapped the glass, making Johnny move to grab their order. He handed her one warm egg tart. He saw her eyes light up as he handed her the steaming tart, a bright smile settling on her lips. It made his heart pick up in pace.

“Marry me, (Y/N).”

She looked up, mouth open as she was about to bite her tart. For a second, both of them stared at each other in shock. Like neither of them expected to say or hear those words at the moment. The tart fell out of her hand, falling face first on the sidewalk. Johnny’s eyes went wide as he looked down at it.

“Shit.” She mumbled, crouching down to pick up the ruined tart. Her arms shook as she tried to lift the pieces with the tissue it came with, her eyes suddenly blurring. “Fuck.” She mumbled, her voice wavering this time. She held the desecrated tart in one hand, bits of it still on the pavement. The other hand she put on her face.

Johnny crouched down in front of her, bending his head lower to try to see her face with a short chuckle.

“Did you have to do this in Chinatown at 6 am?” She whined, hand still on her eyes. She was clearly weeping now, soft sobs filling the air. Johnny laughed, the sound making her remove her hand to frown at him. “I’m being serious right now.” She sniffed, nose red and eyes glossy.

“So am I.” He put both arms on her shoulder, lifting her up with him. “Who cares where we are?” He took the crumbled desert from her hand and walked over to a bin, tossing it while she stifled soft sobs.

When he came back, he put his palms on her cheek. “I’m not proposing. Not yet.” He tried to reassure, “I’m asking you if you want to. It didn’t feel right to just go all out without giving you a warning.” He wiped her tears with his thumb, squeezing her face. “I love you, (Y/N). I have for almost half a decade now. I’ll love you for at least ten more. Do you think you could be married to me?” His eyes looked at her with soft expectation.

Another sob racked through her, her face squinting. “Why are you crying?” Johnny laughed.

“Because I love you, you idiot.” She hit his chest.

“What a wretched thing to do, call me an idiot while I’m asking you to spend your life with me.” Johnny clicked his tongue in jest.

She groaned, “You're so exasperating.” She put both her hands on his chest. "Who else am I going to spend my life with?"

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The elevator dinged open making her sigh. “I’m so tired. I hate Wednesdays.” She groaned, releasing her hair from the ponytail it was in all day. She slowly massaged her scalp to ease the roots, “Thanks for picking me up.” She spoke to Johnny.

He hummed, “Anytime.” His voice was distracted, she blamed the long day. He was distracted all evening, picking her up and taking her to dinner midweek. She wondered which of his clients it was that was giving him a hard time this week.

“I want a long bath.” She pictured it, smiling at the thought. “A cup of that nice rose tea.” She sighed, still trying to ease her sore scalp. “And sleep.” She pouted.

Johnny laughed, “And where do I fit into that? Shouldn’t you be a little more considerate towards your designated driver?” He turned to face her, dropping his bag on the floor.

“What makes you think I’m taking a bath alone?” She gave him a wink that turned into a blink because of how tired her eyes were. He scoffed, giving her a hum.

“Did something happen? You seem very tense.” She questioned.

“Nothing.” He said too soon, chewing on his bottom lip.

“You can tell me, you know. Unless you’re legally obliged not to. In which case you can change the names and places and tell me.” She reached her hand out to hold his tie, brushing it a few times, realising that it was one she gave him. Even the clip that held it together was the one she gave him as a joke, her initials on it. She didn’t have to look to know that he was wearing the cufflinks that came with it. It made her smile, looking up at him. “What’s up?” She asked softly.

He groaned, the sound soft. He reached out to bring her closer to him, “I was really thinking of so many places I could do this.” He kissed her forehead. “But the elevator just has to be it, doesn’t it? I remember your face so clearly from that night.” He breathed a chuckle out.

She furrowed her brows at him, “Can we not let this go? It’s been five years!” She huffed.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It is hands down the best anecdote I have.” He paused, his eyes turning from it's soft humour to something more intense. She felt his heartbeat pick up under her palm, it made hers pick up right with him.

“Johnny.” She whispered, eyes growing a little bigger.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He pushed her hair back from her face, “The way you tease me for being afraid of ghosts," She smiled at the words, eyes fluttering shut as they did whenever he ran his fingers through her hair, "How you hate people before 9am.” He smiled, “How your eyes glow when you talk about random things about which you have more knowledge than you should.” She scoffed, making Johnny grin. “The way you know every little part of me.” He sighed. “You’re perfect. And I’m so madly in love with you.” He took a step back, turning back to press the elevator’s emergency stop button.

“That’s illegal.” She stared at him.

Johnny bit his lip, failing to curb his smile. “Shut up.” She put her hands on her cheeks and nodded, taking a nervous breath.

When he bent down on his knee she put a hand on her mouth. “Are you actually going to cry again?” Johnny laughed, reaching into his pocket to take out a small box.

She shook her head and lifted her hand from her lips, “No." Her voice wavered, "I’m just picturing the security guard at his desk watching this from the camera. I’m embarrassed for you.” She groaned.

Johnny scoffed, “Marry me.”

“You really are very embarrassing.” She blinked the tears out of her face. “Imagine being legally bound to you.” She wiped her eyes. “Does this mean I’m Mark’s mother now?” He looked up at her with disbelief, when he opened the box she gasped. “Oh my god.” She closed her eyes, more tears slipping out. “You’re actually doing this.” She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Okay. You’re actually doing this.” She nodded with a little more force. Her lips quivered.

“Are you going to have a breakdown? Should I get up? If you say no I’m telling your mom.”

She took the box from his hand with a choked laugh, “No–” He gasped immediately and she laughed, “Let me finish. No, I’m not saying no. Are you sure you want to do this? We’ll have to file so much paperwork.” She inhaled, staring at the ring.

“We’ll save so much on taxes though.” He hummed.

“Fair point.” She took the ring out of the box.

“No, I have to do that!” He said with indignation. She huffed, putting the ring back and handing him the box.

He took it with a frown, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), Will you or will you not marry me?” 

“Why does that sound like a threat?” When he whined she laughed. “Okay, okay!” She put her hands on his cheeks, squishing them together. “Of course I will. I want to have your long limbed children, get a piece of that fortune you’re saving." He scoffed, "I want to grow old with you.” She pouted when his eyes welled up. “If you cry I’ll actually break down.” She groaned. He blinked, looking down at her hands.

He slipped the ring into her finger, admiring the hand. “No take backs.” His voice was gentle.

“Remember that when I’m intolerable during our wedding. I plan on getting married once. It'll have to be perfect.” She hugged him so hard that he almost fell back.

Johnny laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I plan on marrying once too. I don't want to share custody of Mark.” She buried her head in his neck. “I love you.” He whispered.

"I hate you for making me cry." She mumbled into his neck. "I love everything else about you. No take backs." She promised.

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