Ｓｉｎｎｉｅ詠愛り

The next day, you and Simon had driven to the house. It felt like two parents visiting a house to move in with their kids. It made you laugh. The house was enormous. 4 bedrooms, three bathrooms, a spacious kitchen, a big living room with a tv big enough to feel like at the cinema.  A very modern house painted in dark tones. All that you liked. You had looked at Kate and General Hopkins as he spoke.

"You deserve some comfort. You've been such a great asset-"  

"You're trying to give me a luxurious house because I almost got killed." 

The silence set for a minute, Ghost grabbing the back of your pants as he stood behind you. 

"Yes… pretty much" the general admitted. 

You rolled your eyes. Kate shook her head. 

"You also deserve it. Plus you need a bigger space since you are having even more roommates." She smiled. 

You sighed. Ghost ran his thumb on your lower back, soothing you. It sent a shiver down your spine. He loved to do this. You had noticed it. These little touches, hidden from others. It grounded you to him. If you felt anxious, nervous or tense. You loved it. He couldn't stop touching you. 

The week after, you had moved in. Gaz and Soap were sharing a room, Konig had his own room and Ghost and you too. You had wanted to share Ghost's room but to keep things slow you had both preferred to stay like that. You'd share each other's beds in any way. Soap and Gaz were thrilled, Konig was too but in his own quiet way. Ghost seemed tense already. 

"Hey… you alright?" You asked when the boys were a bit further away in the house. 

"Starting to regret living with these idiots already." 

"Konig's quiet." 

"Wait until they play board games." 

You had laughed. 

You had settled in your room nicely. The space felt much bigger than your old apartment. However it felt less empty. Even from your room you could hear the boys laughing, or the TV playing. You smiled to yourself. Things had changed so much in a few months. You didn't regret it at all. 

You were putting away your clothes in your new walk in closet. You were at peace, finally. Walking back into your room, you yelped when you noticed someone sitting on top of your bed. 

"What the-" 

You squinted your eyes. You knew it was him. You would have recognized him even in the dark. But… him, sitting there, without his mask on, made your heart beat as if it wanted to leave your chest. 

"Fuck… even your face is hot." You let out. 

You immediately blushed when you realized that once more your mouth had been faster than your brain. 

You tried to hide your blushing face in your hands as you heard him laugh. 

"Come here bunny." 

You dropped your hands, biting your lip and walking to him. You stood in between his legs. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…" 

You smiled, finally holding his face in your hands as his arms wrapped around your waist. 

"I was happily surprised." You whispered. 

He closed his eyes letting his face rest in between your chest, earning a chuckle from you. God he did look handsome. 

"I just… thought it was time to show you my face." He said, voice muffled by your own body. 

"I am honored. You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable." You assured him. 

"I feel safe with you. I don't mind at all." 

It made your heart jump in your chest. He felt safe with you. You wrapped your arms around his head, leaning your own on top of his. 

You remained like this for a little while until a knock was heard. 

"Hey guys!" Soap called. 

Simon groaned against you. You laughed. 

"Someone's here to see you!" 

You frowned. 

"We'll be downstairs in a minute Soap." You called back. 

You tried to separate the embrace but he held onto you. 

"Come on Simon. Let's go see who's there." You smiled at him. 

He stared at you for a long minute. 

"You're so pretty when you smile…"

You blushed heavily at the compliment. 

"Thank you…" you dropped a soft kiss on his lips. 

He sighed against your lips before you finally separated. He grabbed his mask that was thrown on top of the bed, only noticing it now, before dropping it over his head. 

You threw a last smile at him before you headed for the door. 

You walked down the stairs with him, meeting the rest of the house and Price in the living room. 

You turned your head to finally see your guests. Mellissa and Amy. 

"Oh Sparrow! Are you alright?" She was worried. 

"Y/N! Ghowsty!" Amy cheered. 

You could have laughed at the shocked expressions on the rest of the team. You finally reached them, taking Amy into your arms as she was impatiently extending hers towards you. 

"hey! How are you monkey?" you kissed her cheek making her giggle. 

As Simon came to a stop next to you she extended her arms to him. You had been beaten at this game. He was her favorite. You looked at him, his eyes not leaving you and the little girl in your arms. You saw something unfamiliar in his eyes before he extended his own arms to pick up the little girl.  

"gowsty!" she smiled at him. 

"hey little baby princess." he cooed. 

Yes. he did. And it made you melt on the spot. Melissa grinned and the rest of the room were absolutely shocked. It took one glance from ghost for them to look away. You rolled your eyes. You invited Melissa to come sit on the couch with everyone as ghost and Amy followed. She decided to sit on his lap and not move from there, playing with his skeleton gloves. 

"Boys, this is Melissa gallegos. She's my friend and the mother of this sweetheart, Amy." You cooed as well, softly brushing a strand of hair out of her face, making her giggle. Simon looked like he wanted to devour you for a split second. 

"this is Soap" you introduced. 

The little went into a giggle of laughter, making everyone melt in the room. 

"soap!" she repeated. 

The man in question blushed a bit, waving at her. 

"why you'calld soap?" she asked. 

The room temperature suddenly changed but Ghost was quick to move. 

"because he loves washing his hair." he lied. 

The truth was not something for her little ears. Soap looked a bit hurt but the rest laughed. 

"this, is Gas. because... because that's his name." Ghost said, taking the lead. 

"This.." 

For a second you were worried about her reaction towards Konig. He stood in the room a bit further away. He was trying to hide his big frame, probably not to scare the child but was failing. 

"this is Konig. He's... a friend." Ghost tried. It was clumsy. He was trying to find a way to make her accept the big guy. 

"Why he sow bwig?" she asked. 

"Amy..." Melissa started. 

"Because he's half giant." Ghost said, making everyone chuckle and Konig rubbed the back of his head. 

"he has supew powers?" she asked, not letting Konig out of her sight. 

"yes." he asked. 

"wat?" she asked.

"he gives the best hugs! and when you're in his arms you're super tall!" Soap said. 

She giggled. 

"thas not a supew power!" 

"ah! you should try!" he winked at her. 

She thought for a minute before extending her arms towards him, leaving you in a bit of shock. This little girl would never cease to amaze you. Konig had frozen on the spot. 

"Konig. Come here." Ghost ordered. 

You were going to protest, telling him not to force him if he was uncomfortable, but Konig moved forwards very slowly. Finally in front of Ghost and Amy, he picked her up very slowly as if she was made of glass. The little girl didn't say anything while looking around. 

"im tawler than everwyone!" she claimed happily, making everyone laugh. 

Konig looked relieved, until she looked into his eyes through the mask. She touched it a bit. 

"ah ah Amy. We talked about this." Melissa warned. 

"imno gonna take it off!" she said, looking offended.

It made you smile. As she turned back to the man. 

"you eyes awe pwetty. They blue" she said, making the monster of a man melt on the spot. 

She hugged him before asking to go back to ghost's lap. Konig was very flustered but walked back next to soap to sit on another couch. 

"This is Captain price. Or as Y/N calls him, dad." 

You gasped, looking at Ghost horrified. Everyone laughed. Amy was deep in thoughts. Before jumping from Ghost lap and running to price 

"gwandpaw!" 

Now Melissa looked horrified. It clicked so fast in your mind. How Melissa called you her sister and Amy's aunt. The very clever girl added 1+1 and decided that if you were her aunt and Price was your dad, obviously he was her grandfather. 

Price had looked taken aback but gladly held her in his arms. 

Ghost sulked a bit, suddenly not being the center of attention of the little girl. You left the boys being completely amazed by the little girl as you turned to melissa. 

"How are you? Laswell told me what happened. I was in the room when she was talking to Hopkins." she looked worriedly at you. 

"I'm fine, don't worry. Not my first rodeo, we both know that." you said, grabbing her hand in yours. 

"I was so damn worried. I couldn't handle it, and Amy surely wouldn't." she said. 

"Hey, I'm fine. Don't worry alright? I have a whole team of bodyguards constantly watching over me now" you said in a joking tone looking at the boys behind you. 

Amy was standing on top of the table, the men on their knees or crouching around it. 

"though your daughter seems to be their master. She has a talent of bringing these terrifying men to their knees.'' You laughed with melissa. 

You both watched as Amy took turns, touching soap's mohawk, price's hat, gas's hat, Ghost mask and konig's too. 

"Stay for dinner, the boys will be thrilled." You said. 

And they were. They were absolutely thrilled. You had made dinner with Melissa while they had played with Amy's legos that Ghost had bought for her the last time. Now you all sat at table dining, talking happily. Amy was so fascinated by the way Konig ate underneath his mask that she'd forget to eat what was in her mouth. Konig had felt very embarrassed under her scrutiny and had avoided eye contact. 

You had stopped for a second, looking at the table you sat at. You felt grateful. For all of these people. 

Once dinner was over, the boys had cleaned up the table, except ghost who was trapped by a little girl in his arms. She was starting to get sleepy. Ghost had glanced at you as you sent a wink his way, making him shake his head. 

"what's happening between you and the liteutenant?" 

Melissa's voice made you slightly jump. 

"hum... well... we're... together." you spoke. 

You tried not to blush but she gasped, a smirk on her face afterwards. 

"you go girl! daaaamnn." she said. 

You rolled your eyes. 

"so it's serious huh?" she asked

"yeah... I think it is... he trusts me enough to show me his face." 

She looked touched, holding you in her arms. 

"I'm so happy for you. Really. You deserve it." 

You smiled, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. You blinked them away. 

"Thank you Melissa. I'm so happy you're in my life too." 

She smiled at you before turning back to ghost. The little girl had fallen asleep in his arms as he kept pacing around to rock her softly. You noticed that the boys had lowered the volume of their voices too, as Ghost eyed them like a hawk at every decibel too high for his taste. 

"He'd be a great dad." Melissa teased. 

"We're far from that. Please don't start." You begged. 

You walked towards him. 

"Thank you lieutenant. She really adores you." she said to him. 

"No problem." he nodded. 

"I think we should go home." she said, glancing at you and then at the sleeping girl. 

"Alright, we'll walk you to the car." you offered, Ghost clearly not wanting to wake up the little girl, agreed. 

Everyone bid their goodbyes in a hushed tone under Ghost's gaze. You walked Melissa to the car, ghost had dropped the little girl, her car seat buckling her up. 

"Thank you lieutenant." she smiled. 

You stood next to him as Melissa looked at you both. 

"Thank you for taking care of her lieutenant". she said. 

You blushed heavily, looking down to hide your face. 

"The best mission I've chosen." he answered back. 

You bit your lip looking up at him as he glanced down back at you. Melissa got into her car and left,  leaving you both at the entrance of the house.

"You're gonna catch a cold. let's go back inside." he said, his hand meeting your lower back.

"Simon." you called. 

He looked at you, waiting. 

"Thank you. for taking care of me." 

"No. Thank you. For holding on to me. To my... fucked up mind and scarred body." 

Your eyes faltered, his words hurting you in a way you didn't think was possible. You grabbed his face in between your hands, his masked face dropping to touch your forehead with his. 

"You're everything Simon. you. Ghost. the lieutenant. all of you." you comforted him. 

He hugged you tighter. 

"fuck.." he cursed under his breath. 

A breeze passed by, soothing the incredible heat in your body. 

"come on... let's head back." 

You nodded, stepping inside with him. 

One thing had been absolutely sure. The boys loved playing games. When they weren't training or at the base and they were bored at home, they'd always want to play a board game or a game of cards. And right now. The game of cards was improvised. The evening had rolled in, you had been working in your room, and the boys were bored. It had begun as a simple game, Soap had ordered pizzas, and you sat around the large table in the living room. But as time passed, those menaces had decided to add some dares to the game. If you'd lose, you'd have to do something. Price had been skeptical, Ghost too, especially because he was worried about what the boys could make you do just to taunt him.

After the first round, where, much to Soap's dismay, he had lost, he was forced to play with handcuffs for the next 5 rounds. Watching him struggle during round 2 made Price laugh way too much, so he remained for the game. Obviously he very quickly regretted his choice.

Gaz had brought some Rhum, and even if it remained very calm, alcohol loosened minds and… tongues. You were all a bit tipsy. And the dares were beginning to be slightly hotter than they should be. Konig was shirtless… the poor man was extremely embarrassed. Gaz and Soap made out, a little predicament created by you. Unfortunately that had horribly backfired. You had to call Laswell and ask her if Price could legally adopt you. She was extremely confused but had said yes. Price added that he'd keep it in mind. 

To counter that you had prepared a little cocktail for the next looser, Soap. You made sure it was incredibly spicy. He had died, his soul leaving his body for a minute. Ghost seemed to be a very good player, managing to lose twice. He had to draw two little blush points on his mask with lipstick. He looked extremely cute. The second time he had to let the boys draw something on his arms with a sharpie. He had rolled his eyes.  After that he had escaped all shenanigans except one, he also had to take off his shirt. For some reason these men loved seeing each other half naked. 

Price had tapped out, opting for going home before he lost all credibility as a captain. Konig had also begged to be let go, you had obviously let the poor man leave, remembering him he didn't need permission, and shouldn't listen to the boys. Now, as the four of you remained. The dares become completely ridiculous. Now Gaz was handcuffed to Soap. They had a wife and husband written on their foreheads with a sharpie. You had cringed, you knew he'd be hard to clean up. 

The tapping point was you having to… lick your way from Ghost's clothed mouth to the aim of his pants, under the careful gaze of the two men. You were blushing hard. Ghost's eyes were fixated on you, his breath had quickened. His hand had reached your hair, tightening there when you passed over his abs. 

You had tried your best to hide your blush when you stood up. You could feel Simon's eyes following your every movement. When soap had tried to comment something along the lines of 'I'm jealous I want a bunny too', he had received a smack behind the head as a warning. The last round had hit, everyone was tired as 3 am was slowly approaching. To everyone's surprise, Ghost lost. Soap and Gaz had run to you, and you were now trying to find the perfect dare to conclude the game. 

Soap finally jumped. 

"I know! You have to wear a dog collar and a leash all day for Y/N!" 

You had gasped and blinked slowly, trying to process what he had said. You looked at Ghost, he seemed to think about it. 

"Simon…" you called. 

"Ok." 

Did he… agree?! You were unsure if it was the alcohol or something else. 

"Nice!" Gas said. 

You were extremely confused… and slightly excited. The sight might be something worth seeing. 

You had called it a night, kissing Simon goodnight and hopping into bed. The liquor and the tiredness made your head buzz as you closed your eyes. 

The next morning you had woken up rather begrudgingly. You needed a coffee. Or tea. You had thrown one of Simon's hoodies on and some leggings before heading down stairs. The house was noisier than usual for this hour. You had walked into the living room, greeting everyone. Soap and gas had a grin on their face. Ghost had walked to you, lifting up his mask to kiss you deeply. 

This was the best way to wake up. Truly. 

"Good morning" you mumbled in a sleepy voice. 

"Good morning bunny." He growled. 

You were taken aback from his tone. What was going on this morning? 

"Breakfast is ready, come on!" Soap called. 

You had sat at the table and eaten breakfast with everyone until Price had walked in, a bag in hand.

"Good morning everyone!" He greeted. 

The boys were quick to their feet as ghost sighed, getting up as well. He extended his hand to you, making you get up and step to him. He dropped your hand to reach his neck with both hands, taking his dog tags and transferring them to your neck. You stumbled on your words looking at him. You felt incredibly honored and thrilled and… owned.

"S-simon… I…." 

"Fuck. You're gonna have to let me take a picture of you like that." He talked in a hushed tone to you. 

He didn't leave any room for an answer as he grabbed your head and made you walk with him to the others. 

"I have no idea why you asked me to pick this up, but I have a feeling it has something to do with last night's game." Price said as he dropped the bag on one of the couches and grabbed the objects inside. 

Your eyes widened when you saw him take out a dog collar and a leash, both black. 

"Oh my god…" you let out. 

"Yes!! Captain you are the best!" Soap almost yelled. 

Gas was just as excited as him. 

"Alright, so who has to wear this?" He asked, turning to soap and then gas. 

When they both turned towards ghost, who stood next to you, arms crossed, Price froze for a second. 

"Really?" He asked with his signature smile. 

You were unable to process what was happening as Soap took the object and ran to the man next to you. He stopped when he saw the dark gaze of his lieutenant. 

"Sergeant, if you try to put it around my neck I will break your hands." He warned. 

Soap smirked but nodded before handing you the collar and leash. 

"Wait, WHAT." You cried out.

You looked at the black leather collar. It had a silver tag shaped like a skull. You turned it to see Riley written behind. They had made it engraved. The leash was a mix of black leather and chain. It was pretty basic. You were taken out of your thoughts as you saw Simon bend down next to you, now eye to eye level. 

"Simon, really?" You asked. 

"I am a man of my word." He said. 

You shook your head. This… was ridiculous. The rest of the team looked at you expectedly. You sighed, unbuckling the damn thing before very slowly approaching it to his neck. The eye contact was intense as you secured it around his neck, and the tension was breakable as you hooked the leash on it. 

"Bloody hell. You're all insane." Price let out, finally breaking the tension. 

He straightened up as you still held the leash in your hand. 

"There! Now you have scary dog privileges!" Soap joked. 

"This is a sight LT." Gas added. 

"When did this happen?" Konig asked, poor man confused. 

You couldn't believe this. 

Ok. Alright. It was a matter of 24h. It might be fun after all. 

You had continued about your day, unleashing Ghost. Soap and gas had forced you to keep the leash on you so you could put it back whenever needed. They were having way too much fun with this. You had your laptop on your lap as you worked through some things on the couch, Simon not too far. You had heard some commotions behind you in the kitchen. 

"Y/N! Get your dog!" 

You smirked.

"It don't bite." You said matter of factly. 

"Yes IT DO!" Soap threw back. 

You had continued to work without paying attention to them. During the day you had found yourself often playing with the tags around your neck, letting your fingers trace the letters on it. Mindlessly bringing it to your lips when you were lost in thoughts. You had only noticed it when soap had thrown a comment about it. 

"Y/N." 

"Hmm?" 

"You don't have to kiss that, the real thing is right here." 

You had blinked looking at him and then at Ghost. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you saw him, hunched over the kitchen counter both hands on it, gazing at you through his lashes like he wanted to pounce on you. 

Soap had immediately excused himself and you had let the tags fall back to your chest. 

"S-sorry…" you apologized. 

He had suddenly realized his posture as you spoke, straightening himself and cleared his throat. 

"No problem." 

He had quickly walked out, the tag on his collar clicking, leaving you confused. 

The interaction had remained in your mind. He had seemed a bit distant afterwards. You had gone out for a drink, soap and gas reminding you that you had to keep him on a leash. You had been horrified at the thought but Ghost had grabbed the end of the leash and hooked it in his collar. 

It had been funny to see all the soldiers at the bar avoiding all eye contact towards your table. The sheer fear the man next to you created in them was astounding. And yet he was next to you, as your hand held onto the leather leash connected to his dog collar. He had made sure to reach to your neck and take out the dog tags so everyone could see it. 

"Damn he possessive." Gas had joked, being completely ignored by his lieutenant.

And he was. You had gotten up to order another drink at the bar. 

"What can I get you ?" The bartender asked smiling at you. 

"Hum can I get a mojito, with strawberry syrup?" You asked tentatively. 

"Oh! Sure, Nice!" He agreed with a wink. 

When you had walked back to the table with your drink, Simon had wrapped his arms around your waist and not let go for the rest of the night. 

You felt a bit uneasy because you could clearly see his mood had changed. You had gotten home around midnight and everyone had gone to bed. The boys had finally let Ghost alone with the collar, though he was still wearing it. You had brought him into your bedroom to try and talk it out. 

"Y/N, I'm fine, come one hop into bed." He had tried. 

You were still holding the leash and you straightened it, applying only a bit of pressure. 

"Simon." 

His gaze had darkened. 

"Tell me." 

"Your time is up bunny. The leash is off now." He warned.

You furrowed your brows in challenge, applying even more pressure in the leash. He growled. 

"Bunny. Let. Go." He warned again. 

"Then tell me." You confronted again. 

He reached your hand, bringing you to his chest. You yelped. His hand was holding your jaw softly. 

"You had fun having me on a leash all day?" 

His special dark tone was back. The one that sent shivers down your spine and made you feel like he was a predator hunting his prey. 

"Well, everyone knew who you belonged to." You teased. 

He chuckled darkly. 

"Yeah. Same with my tags around your pretty neck." He made you spin around, now making you look into the mirror on the wall. His hand traveled from your stomach to your chest where the tags dangled. Your breath hitched as his hand hovered over your breast. 

"Look at you. Mine. So fucking pretty." He growled in your ear. 

"You know what. You're such a pretty sight to see. Let's immortalize this pretty sight." 

You frowned. 

"W-what?" You asked. 

He took his phone out with his other hand, turning it on and opening his camera. 

"Grab the leash." He ordered.

You obeyed, holding the leash over your shoulder. He placed his hand over your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place. He aimed the lense towards the mirror, taking both of you into view. 

"Good girl…" he praised, making you close your eyes and tilt your head back. 

He had taken a picture at that exact moment.  

"So pretty fuck. I wanted to punch that guy at the bar you know." 

You finally understood. 

"Simon… his wink was just playful… it-" 

"No… not his wink. The way he eyed your ass when you walked away from him. That. That made me want to rip his head off." 

Oh. You hadn't noticed that. He was jealous. God that man was possessive. 

He closed his eyes for a little second. 

"Simon. I'm yours." You reminded him. 

He opened his eyes, planting them into yours in the mirror. He visibly relaxed. 

"My bunny." 

"My wolf." You teased. 

He laughed a bit, relieved. 

"That's new." 

You turned around hugging him. He took off his mask, letting it drop to bed behind you. He dropped a kiss on top of your head. 

"I'm sorry… "

"Why?" You questioned.

"I… sometimes lose myself. You have to tell me if I scare you an-" 

"No!" 

You looked at him as he frowned. 

"I'm not scared Simon. Please don't think that. You never hurt me. And I trust you." 

He took a moment before nodding. 

"Come on, bed time." 

You whined. 

"Sleep with me tonight." You asked. 

"Bunny… not tonight. I got to wake up early tomorrow, the team has to go to base." 

"A mission ?" 

"Something like that. I'll tell you more after I get info." 

You nodded. 

You had slipped into pj's in your bathroom before slipping into bed. He had stayed just to be able to tuck you into bed. He turned around heading to leave before you stopped him. 

"Simon…" 

"Yes baby?"

"Can you send me that picture…" you blushed. 

"Of course bunny." 

Once he was out you smiled to yourself. He was really possessive over you. You knew there was a part of him that felt scared that thought you might regret this relationship. That he was not good for you. You wanted to prove him wrong. Your phone buzzed. 

You picked it up to see the notification. Simon had sent the picture. Fuck was it good. You made sure to keep it for yourself. He had added a little treat as a second notification rang. He was shirtless, the collar still on as he held the leash in one hand. The camera was tilted upwards as the looked straight into it. Fuck. You didn't take him for the kind of man to send thirst traps to his girl. But you were glad he was. 

You bit your lip, thinking about your next move. You were slightly embarrassed but also somehow excited. You undressed yourself before laying back down in bed. You made sure to position the dog tags in between your breasts with his name visible. You bit your lip. You held the phone up, making sure the flash was on and you took the picture making sure to push your breast together. You edited the photo making sure to add little skulls over your nipples.

You made sure to check the picture before sending it as fast as possible with a small good night. 

You bit your lip. You wondered if you were going to get an answer. Two minutes passed so you thought he wouldn't. But then a notification came on. 

You smiled to yourself. Finally drifting off to sleep. The next morning you woke up to an empty house. It felt oddly quiet. You took your time eating breakfast and resting. Around lunch time you were still alone. You knew the team had to go to the base for something related to a mission. You wondered when they would come back. Time passed by and you got lost for a little moment in your work. 

When late afternoon rolled in, you decided that perhaps a warm bath would be perfect. You could read a book or something. You stood from the couch when suddenly you heard the front door open and a lot of voices half yelling at each other. You frowned, watching the team stumble over each other. 

"hey hey hey... guys, what's going on?" 

"hey Y/N!" soap called in a very soft voice making you expect the worst. 

"so hum... we got something here, can you take a look?" gas asked. 

"It's a bit urgent, sweetheart." price added in a serious tone. 

You walked over to the table where the boys gathered, putting down a laptop on the table. you sat down in front of anxious looks. 

"Will any of you tell me what's going on? By the way, where's Ghost?" you frowned, opening the laptop and turning it on as you looked around. 

"Hmm..." Konig tried. 

"well..." Soap continued. 

You immediately turned to Price at their hesitation. 

"Please tell me what's going on." 

He sighed before sitting next to you.

"Darkends is dead. We are very close to catching the drug lord. We've been put on this mission and we were called to brief everyone and check some seized gear. one of the cases was... trapped." 

You felt your heartbeat quicken. no... wait. 

"Simon?" you asked.

"he was the one who opened it." 

You closed your eyes letting out a shaky breath. 

"Hey, he's fine, he's fine. He was in contact with a powder, a drug. He's going to be alright" 

You sighed with relief. 

"He's gone upstairs to his room, but we need to know what kind of drug it is. It was quite a dose and we need to know the effects. Can you do that? " 

"Absolutely. I'm on it." 

You turned to the screen, you absolutely needed to find what it was. 

For over an hour, after you managed to decrypt the computer, you finally had found something interesting. The boys were pacing around and kept watching you. 

Finally you found something interesting, a video about the effects of the drug. 

"guys i got it!" you called. 

They rushed to your side and finally you opened the video. 

The silence was loud. But nothing louder than the sounds coming from the laptop. You blushed heavily as Soap laughed and Gas cursed. The noise kept repeating itself, making it obvious as to what the drug was. 

"ah! fuck me!" 

It was a sex drug. 

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Shinichiro is not the one wearing the proverbial pants in this relationship. He’s not the decision making head of the household. He doesn’t manage the finances and you know, the whole shebang.

And it’s not because he can’t. It’s not because he wouldn’t like to be doing all of this. It’s because he likes it when you’re bossy. When you’re in charge and spending all of his hard earned money on man again the house and keeping your lives together.

You also have a plan. You’re not like an expert planner or anything of the sort. You just came into his life, gathered the tattered ends of it and fixed it. And he has continued to let you keep those ends nice and tidy. He pays you in unconditional love and exorbitant direct deposits into your shared accounts.

Now, in this plan…children are a few years down the line. At least two or three years after marriage which isn’t for at least another year if he’s got his math correct.

By not wearing the proverbial pants he has subscribed himself to those plans of yours. And he intends to stick to them unless you don’t want to in which case all bets are off.

And he enters Wakasa’s home with this information already ingrained in him. He’s expecting to get in, congratulate the happy couple, give the runt a kiss on the forehead and dip.

He’s not expecting his head to implode the second Wakasa’s partner lays the baby in your arms. His brain short circuits entirely. In fact, he’s not even sure he’s had a single coherent thought since then. And the way you’d held the little boy and cooed down at them like they were the most precious thing in the world; he’s fucked.

You waddle over to him and ask if he wants to hold the baby and he must make some affirmative sound because you gently lay the baby in his arms. One look at the squirming little thing and Shinichiro’s control snaps as though it weren’t made of the same iron they use to make chains that hold ship anchors. It snaps like it were floss.

He’s hurrying you out of the house. Wakasa eyeing him knowingly, reassuring his partner that Shinichiro has something important to do.

And he does.

“A baby,” he blurts when he gets inside your home and pins you to the front door. “We should have one.”

You stare blankly at him for a few seconds. Irritated that he dragged you home at all. “What?”

He’s not a man of enough words. Here lies his opportunity to explain himself. Instead he kisses you soundly. Until you’re both out of breath. He tugs and coxes your clothes from you. Only the honking of the neighbour’s horn makes you jump apart. Reminds you that you’re standing at the front door.

You’re flabbergasted.

Who the fuck is this man that just hoisted you, bare as the day you were born, over his shoulder. He lands a smack to your ass before he lowers you to the bed. He’s shirtless, his jeans hanging open and the elastic of his Calvin’s lowered on one side to expose one delicate, tatted hipbone.

You don’t have time to admire the art work covering his chest. Or the way his muscles shift and bunch. Or the metal bar through his left nipple as he ducks to devour your mouth. There’s something urging you to stop him. To press your palms against his stomach and push him off. But the contact only spurs him on and your hard end up tangled in his hair, the heels of your feet helping his pants lower to just enough that he can work his cock free.

“Wanna put a baby in you,” he slurs and a neon dance sign goes off in your head. The bulbs of which promptly blow when he lifts one leg to get better access to your center and then, with a gentle thrust he enters you. He’s still hovering just above your face. You’re sharing the same air, your low skimming each time you take a breath. Your eyes cross. Whether from the sensation of Shinichiro’s cock burrowing deep inside you or from you trying to see his face you don’t know but your visions blurs and your body begins to tremble.

His pace is asinine. This person fucking you is not your boyfriend. It can’t be. You have a fleeting thought about possession before you’re scrambling to hold onto his shoulders, nails dragging along his fresh as he folds you. His fingers cup your ass from beneath to give him leverage. And your faces are so close, your mouths right there.

When you kiss him his pace stutters. The sound that leaves him is pained. Or maybe it leaves you. But suddenly his pace is slower, his hands sliding to beneath your shoulders to hold you closer to him. His tongue lapping and teasing at your mouth. Dipping in and out in a jerky version of the way he’s fucking into you.

The sounds filling your bedroom are obscene. Between the wet sound of your losing and the incessant smacking of his thighs against yours you’re almost embarrassed.

There’s a desperation to the way he’s fucking you. To his half mumbled sentences about him wanting a child.

“A baby right here,” he breathes against the back of your neck. He’s flipped you, barely acknowledging that he’s filled your cunt with his thick cum and it’s making a mess in the bed. Your walls still flutter with the after shocks of your own orgasm as he sinks his still hard cock into you from behind. You’re flattened to the bed, his thighs cradling yours, and his fingers tangled in yours as he rolls his cock in and out, in and out.

You’re sweaty and sticky and a little delirious fork how deep he’s getting. You’re only seeing through one eye because the spot in you his cock hits is directly connected to that other eye and it twitches so hard you can’t open it. You’re a mess. And Shinichiro is enjoying himself. Some part of your mind has accepted that you’re coming out of this with a child. And that part of your brain urges you to fuck back on him.

He freezes, sitting up on his knees and helping you to yours. He’s still buried deep but this angle allows him the visual of his lower stomach, covered in semi translucent liquid and sweat, the muscles of his abs contracting harshly when you pull off his cock, leaving the viscous evidence of your arousal along its length and the push yourself back, your pussy making a lewd sucking noise that makes him dizzy.

His mouth is parted in awe, his eyes are watering and his hands shake as he cups your hips, let’s you control the pace. He imagines the hundreds of other ways he’s going to fuck you. Just for a single moment he thinks ‘I’ll slow down, I’ll make love to them’ and then you moan—

“Want you to put a baby in me.”

He loves so fast you’re unprepared. Long fingers wrap around your throat from the front, they drag you up into a kneeling position that forces Shinichiro’s cock so deep in you you see stars. You’re orgasming as he wraps his other arm around your waist and bounces you on his cock.

“How many do you want?” He pants. “I want four,” he groans. His lips brush your ear as he speaks, sending goosebumps skittering along your skin. “Maybe five hm? Wanna see you round and swollen and pretty with my baby inside of you.”

“Oh yes,” you babble. Agreeing to have as many babies as he wants is the nail in your coffin. He bites your ear harshly before pressing your face into the mattress. Getting up on his feet and ramming you from above. The angle makes you insane.

A wild, broken sound escapes you. And Shinichiro honest to God growls. Growls. The orgasm that crashes into you makes you collapse. You’re gasping for air. Huge gulps as Shinichiro goes down on top of you, and fucks you to his own orgasm.

Later when you’ve gathered whatever brain cells are left you squint at him from the other end of the bath tube as he rubs your feet and presses gentle kisses onto each toe.