i need a gangster [part one]
mob!141 x nursing student!reader (18+ mdni)
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author's note: heyyy babies. this is going to be a multi part thing, there's just a little bit of smut in this with daddy price and ghosty but we'll get dirtier as we collect our harem of hot mob guys (soap and gaz are next & get excited for these guys kissing)
warnings: violence & injuries, lots of discussion of pregnancy & breeding & ovulation, grinding, fingering, age gap (legal)
You watch the shape of John Price through frosted glass, and hear muffled yelling from the other side.Β
You try to focus on your notes, your finger tracing the diagrams in your textbook.
Youβve been having two serious fucking months. It started at the beginning of the first month when your boyfriend dumped you, claiming he needed no distractions for med school. You were devastated.Β
And apparentlyβ as youβve learned way too recentlyβ your old man was probably a criminal. A once-GP working for who knows, and got killed for it. You think.
But good men donβt usually end up with a bullet in their brain, especially not in the UK.Β
You wanted to feel bad, but after you found out about all the girls your age your dad was spending your nursing school tuition money on, the feeling numbed.Β
John, an old friend of your dadβs, graciously takes you in after everything goes down. He wonβt let you drop out, he insists he can pay the tuition. He does make you quit your job as an EMT, saying it isnβt safe for you to be out so late. You beg him to tell you, safe from what? Safe from who? But he never does.
John doesnβt tell you anything. Just leaves for hours on end and comes back in the middle of the night. When you wake up crying at 3AM, his shoulder is there for you to cry on. He skirts the line between boyfriend and father, too old for the former but too affectionate for the latter. But heβs nice, he likes your cooking and your company.Β
Johnβs even there the one night where you both share too much of a bottle of whiskey. You stupidly kiss him and end up mewling and crying, riding his thigh while he comforts you.Β
You hiccup and tears run down your face.
βJohn,β you whine.
He holds you up with a firm hand on your back, one on your hip.Β
βShh, love. Shh, donβt cry. Itβs alright. Just take what you need, sweetheart.β
You never speak about it. Price just assumes you were so drunk that you canβt remember. Really, youβre so damn embarrassed that you have to just pretend it didnβt happen.Β
After another month of hiding in his flat, when John is sure youβre safe, he gives you a job as his secretary, kind of. Once a week, you sit here and take names for the burly, scarred-up men who come to see him. They stroll in with bravado, flirting with you or condescending until you send them in to get barked at by John. Theyβre mostly quiet when they leave with their tails between their legs.
A man called Kyle Garrick comes around at some point whenever you work the desk, bringing you pastries and flirting with you until your heart is racing and John calls him in to have the calmest conversation youβve heardβ or rather havenβt heardβ all day. Kyle always arrives with an arm of files and leaves empty handed, but not without taking a sweet from the dish you brought.Β
The men who decide that being chewed out was your fault either have John or John and Kyle to deal with.Β
So you know two things about John.
Heβs a big, scary man who works with a lot of other big, scary men.Β
And breaking fingers is like breathing to him.Β
You hear two menβs voices as the door to the waiting room opens. Itβs, Johnβsβ¦ henchmen? Beer buddies? Surrogate sons? You donβt half know.Β
John MacTavish and Simon Riley, who John calls Soap and Ghost. You havenβt the slightest idea of their job or what they do for John. Theyβre both intimidating, but they donβt act as scary as they look, though.Β
When you first met, they kept their distance from you, until one night John took a call and MacTavish leaned in.
βYou dunnae think heβs a bit old for you?β
βMacTavish,β Riley growled.
βIβm only askinβ!β
βSorry, Iβ¦ I donβt think I understand?β
βYer a right bonnie lass, butβ¦ yer a wee bit young, no?β
βOh Iβmβ¦ Iβm not his girlfriend, Iβm just staying with him for the moment.β
βAh.β
Foot in mouth instantly, he sat back.
βEhβ¦ forget I said anythinβ.β
Ghost had laughed hard when they returned home and explained the situation with your dad.Β
Ever since then, MacTavish has been persistent.Β
βHello,β you chirp, smiling politely.
βThere she is!β he greets you, a big grin on his face. He leans over your desk, with his big arms crossed, flexing as he does. βWe missed you.βΒ
MacTavish is a flirt, and it makes your face hot.Β
In a weird way, you missed them too. Theyβve been gone for two weeks of your secretary duties. You think to ask where they were, but you know they wonβt let it slip. Riley will say nothing and MacTavish will tell you how nice your hair looks instead of answering.Β
Riley just stares at you, like he always does. Heβs always got his face covered, a skull-face balaclava or gaiter and a hood. All you can ever see are those dark eyes staring you down. You never know what heβs feeling, if heβs angry at you. The idea of even asking him why he wears that thing has you shaking. You asked Kyle once, and he just laughed at you.
βThatβs for Ghost to show you, love. Not me.βΒ
Soap leans over the desk further and catches a glance of your thighs peeking out from under this pretty dress you have on. Itβs soft and feminine, like he knows you to be.
βAll dressed up, eh? Thaβ for me?β
He sees you flush and flick your eyes away for a moment.
βOh, itβs justβ¦ new.β
βFuckinβ lovely, yβknow-βΒ
βPrice βbout done?β Riley interrupts MacTavish, nodding to Johnβs office, where the shouting continues
βUmβ¦ just about,β you tell him.
You want to sound a bit braver. You see MacTavishβs eyes light up at the sight of your sweets dish.
βWannae sweet, LT?β he asks, plucking one from the dish.Β
βNah.β
He would have to lift that mask to eat it, you think.Β
βThanks, bon,β he tells you, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth.Β
βYouβre the last on the list, you could take a few more,β you offer.
He smirks.
βTakinβ a wee shine to me, are ya?β
You giggle stupidly, and see him grin again. Riley rolls his eyes, his own huge arms crossed. When MacTavish turns to look at him, you see a red-stained and poorly applied bandage on his deltoid as the sleeve of his t-shirt rides up.Β
βOh, what happened?β
βHm?β
He looks at his arm.
βAh, shit.β
βWhat now?β
βMy fuckinβ stitches opened,β he growls to Riley.
βShit.β
βWould you let me look at it?β
They both look at you and you silence the squeak in your throat.
βI-Iβm an EMT,β you tell them. βUh, can Iβ¦ please?β
Soap fights the urge to drool. Your hands on him, fixing him up? And the way you said please. If he had a tail, itβd be wagging.Β
You guide him behind your desk and supply the first aid kit from below. Soap is bright red at the sight of you on your hands and knees. You direct him to sit on the table.
βCan I touch you?β you ask softly.
He nods, far too eager.Β
Your gloved hand pushes up his sleeve and you swallow at the size of his muscled arms. You remove the bandage, sticky and soaked through with blood. You need to toss this biohazard, and the bin is too far.Β
βUmβ¦β
You want Riley to help but youβre realizing youβve never addressed him before. You canβt call him mister. Is he a real lieutenant or is that just what MacTavish calls him? You canβt just call him Simon, though, that feels even more wrong.
βWill you bring the bin over here?β you decide to say, and nod to the wastebasket near you.
He brings it over, standing a little too close to you. Your pulse is racing with these two men at this proximity.
βCould youβ¦ hold your sleeve up, please?β
Soapβs other hand drags his sleeve up and rests on his shoulder. You see something else peeking out, a milky circular scar. This was made by a bullet.Β
βGet on with it,β Riley urges you.Β
Your pulse pounds in your throat as you continue.Β Β
βSteaminβ Jesus,β MacTavish hisses when you gently wipe at the blood with the supplied alcohol pad in the kit. You wouldnβt choose this to clean a wound. You make a mental note to talk to John about fixing a new kit.Β
βIβm sorry, I know it hurts,β you coo, your eyes focused on cleaning this monstrous cut. βYou didnβt get this done in hospital, did you?βΒ
βI did it,β Riley answers from your side.Β
βYou did a very poor job,β you say matter-of-factly, not looking at him.Β
Soap has to keep from laughing when he sees Ghost shift at your words.
βThis is going to hurt quite a bit,β you warn him as you stitch the gash.Β
He grunts, eyes closing and nostrils flaring. You talk him through it the way you would any other patient, and delicately tie the knot off. You snip the extra thread and bandage it againβ properly this timeβ and pat his back.
βAll better.β
Fucking hell. He could kiss you.Β
βYouβre an EMT?β Riley asks, arms crossed.
βI was,β you clarify.Β
βNot anymore?β
βIβmβ¦ I quit, to focus on nursing school.β
They can tell youβre lying, and they know Price made you quit your job.
βYe have got one hell of a bedside manner, lass,β MacTavish jokes.
You beam, looking at your hands.
βThank you. Oh, the stitches. Donβt touch that bandage for at least six hours. Then you can take it off, but you cannot scratch. Itβll itch terribly, but please donβt.β
βIf they come undone, will ye stitch it again?β MacTavish flirts.Β
βThey will not come undone, because Iβve done a good job.β
Riley laughs at that. You donβt think youβve ever heard him laugh before.
The man John was speaking to slinks out of the office and passes the two guard dogs. John looks out and raises a brow at the two of them.Β
βLads.β
Soap and Ghost sit in front of Price at his desk.
βYe didnae tell us sheβs a nurse, Capβn,β Soap chirps.
βBecause I know how you get around nurses.β
βWhy not have her do her old manβs job?β Ghost suggests.
βShe canβt handle that.β
βHandled Johnny fine.β
βAye, she did,β Soap sighs. He leans back and grins thinking about you.
βGiddy like a schoolboy,β Price huffs, shaking his head. βI need you two toβ¦ watch her.β
βWatch her?β
βYou both know Iβve got business with our friend in the States.β
βAye, sir.β
βAnd you all know your jobs.β
They nod.
βSheβll be alone at home. I want you two toβ¦ stay with her, make sure sheβs alright.β
βYe think the Russians are still lookinβ for her?β Soap asks.
βBetter safe than sorry. Nobodyβs ever called Makarov a quitter.β
βAnd she knows?β
βIβmβ¦ telling her when we get home.β
The men glance at each other.
βSay she donβt want two big fuckers in her house?β Ghost suggests.Β
βThen you two big fuckers stay the hell away from her house,β Price says simply.Β
They nod.
βFair.β
βRight.β
You make dinner in the kitchen and feel John hovering.
βJohn?β
βYes, love?β
βYouβre making me nervous.β
βSorry. You remember I told you Iβm going away for a bit?β
βYeah, I remember.βΒ
βUhβ¦ if you donβt wanna be alone, Iβ¦ Riley and MacTavish could stay with you.β
βYou donβt know any women that could stay?β you joke weakly.
βTheyβre good lads. They take orders well.β
Another of Johnβs choice of words that makes your stomach flip.Β
βJohnβ¦ I need you to tell me what you do.βΒ
βIβm not having this conversation again,β he says. His tone is firm, but still gentle.Β
You put down the spatula, turning to him.
βToday when I stitched up MacTavish I saw aβ¦β you lean in, βa bullet scar.βΒ
John presses his lips together, hidden under his facial hair. He untucks his shirt and pulls it up. You see a similar scar on his obliques.Β
βBut thatβs from the Army.β
βLove-βΒ
βJohn. Tell me thatβs from the Army.βΒ
βI donβt need to tell you, you know it isnβt.βΒ
βWhoβsβ¦ Makarov?β
βYou were listening?β
βYes, John! I saw a bullet scar on yourβ¦ whatever he is! Bodyguard? Henchman?!βΒ
βCalm down.β
Price knows heβs done when your eyes get teary.
βGod, I ca- I canβt justβ¦ sit around here while youβre gone not knowing wh-what sort of danger youβre in! O-or Iβm in,β you sob.Β
He takes you in his arms and you cry into his chest.
βGhost and Soap will keep an eye on you.β
βI donβt want them, I want you to stay and talk to me.βΒ
You sniffle, your hands on his chest.
βPlease, John. Please?βΒ
So Price tells you everything. Literally everything. Itβs a borderline history lesson, he gets into the Soviet Union and Russian politics. When he explains what he and your dad were doing while you were living with aunts and cousins in the country, you stop crying and start feeling sick.Β
You take a shaky breath.Β
βYou leave tomorrow?β
βEarly,β he confirms.
He rubs a hand on your back, kissing your head.
You turn to look up at him and kiss him on the cheek.
βBe careful, John.β
βI will.βΒ
βPlease, pleaseβ¦β you beg quietly.
βDo you want Ghost and Soap?β
You nod, sniffling.
You fall asleep against Johnβs chest. Youβre peaceful for once, softly breathing as he strokes your hair. He scoops you up and takes you to your bedroom.Β
He doesnβt miss the way your lips part when he sets you down, or just how hot your skin is when he brushes your thigh by accident.
He absolutely doesnβt miss the whine that leaves your throat when you turn over and shift in place. The subtle arch of your back and the roll in your hips.Β
Price wonβt deny that he wants you.Β
But youβre asleep, and heβs leaving.
Maybe the lads can help with that.
At their place, Ghost is dead asleep in his room with his face on the pillow.Β
Soap is awake, his whole body taut as he thinks about you. He fists his cock, stroking hard and fast. He imagines you under him, talking him through it the way you did when you stitched him.
βYouβre doing very well,β you had cooed at him.Β
A knock on the wall makes him freeze.
βOi, keep it down!β Ghost growls from the other room.Β
Soapβs phone lights up.
CPT PRICE
Congrats lads. Youβre on bodyguard duty for three weeks.Β
The next day, youβre making breakfast in the morning when you hear a knock on the door. You turn down the stove and peek through the peephole.
Riley and MacTavish, each with a duffel bag.Β
You open the door and look at them.
βMorninβ,β MacTavish grumbles.Β
βHi.β
βCan we come in?β Riley huffs, nodding to the house.
You open the door and they toss their things on the couch.
Soap is exhausted, he hardly slept before Ghost dragged him out of bed and to the gym this morning. They both went straight to Priceβs place, no time to recover. His hair is still wet from the shower.Β
βDo you want breakfast?β
βFuck yes,β Soap groans, sitting up.Β
He hears you giggle and watches you as you return to the pan on the stove, and crack two more eggs in. The captain is one lucky bastard if heβs got you in your pajamas making him breakfast every morning.Β Β
Riley lingers near you in the kitchen, standing straight up with his arms crossed.
If it was John, youβd tell him to relax.Β
βAw, cβmon, LT, yer scarinβ her,β MacTavish chides him, waving his hand.
βAm I?β Riley asks you.
βNo, not- Iβm not scared,β you squeak, feeling like an idiot because you sound terrified.Β
He takes a step away and joins MacTavish on the couch.
You take a breath and reach for three dishes, placing them on the counter as you serve everyoneβs breakfast.
You want to sit on the other side of MacTavish, so Riley can lift up his mask and you donβt have to look. Youβre curious, sure, but the possibility of him being angry is enough to scare you away.Β
But Soap moves to the left, leaving you the space inbetween. Everyoneβs legs are touching and all three of you run hot at the moment.Β
βItβs not a lotβ¦ I need to get groceries,β you tell them. βJustβ¦ havenβt had a chance to, Iβve got exams all next week.βΒ
βGive us a list and weβll go,β Riley says, and without thinking, you look.Β
Only for a second, then you whip your head back down to look at your breakfast, trembling.
βIβm sorry, Iβ¦ I didnβt mean to-β
βAw, donnae be scared, bon,β MacTavish jokes.Β
βYou can look,β Riley says firmly.Β
You peek at him without turning your head. The mask is pulled up just over the tip of his nose, bottom half of his face on display. A diagonal scar goes across his lips, and you see another one on his jaw. You wonder how many more there are. You also spy a bruise on his cheek.Β
βAre you alright?β
βHm?β
βThereβsβ¦ I can see a bruise.β
βBit of trouble while we were away. Itβs nothinβ.β
βI can look at it, if you like. And I keep ice packs in the freezer for Johnβs βnothingβ, too,β you tell him, putting finger quotes around the words.Β
You finish your breakfast and take a frigid shower. Sitting on the couch between those two has your body humming, you canβt even think. You have two exam review sessions today and you need to be laser focused.Β
You do take a little extra time with your hand between your thighs thinking about MacTavishβs big arms and Rileyβs deep voice.Β
You write them a list and hand it to Riley.
βUmβ¦ if you pick up something I can fix it. I donβt know if you two cook any.β
βNah, Soap can burn water.β
You giggle softly and cover your mouth.Β
βSorry, I donβt mean to laugh,β you tell Soap.
He sees something change in Ghost.
βAlright, umβ¦ Iβll see you two later.β
You leave and Soap raises a brow.
βYou like her, LT.β
βShut up.β
βYou do! Ha!β
Soap grins and then scowls.
βI liked her first,β he reminds Ghost.
βItβs about who she likes, Johnny.β
The two of them seem to fit well into your life. You almost wonder if John briefed them on your habits and routine.Β
These lads love you. They love that even when youβre tired or overwhelmed, youβre still kind.
You warm up to Johnny more than you do to Simon, even if they both insist on you calling them by their first names. Johnnyβs funny and heβs a flirt, yes, but you appreciate his outlook. When you come home late at night heβs there with a movie on the TV and a pint of ice cream.
Simon is more like dealing with a shelter cat. You have to coax him slowly, offer him gentle kindness until he lets you get closer. Heβs more comfortable pulling up his mask to eat, but he still tugs it down quickly.Β
You know itβs your house, and youβre not afraid to tell them what to do. You always leave them a list of chores when you leave for your observation hours and they find it when they return from the gym. But the iβs are always dotted with a heart.Β
They give you a wide berth during your exams, and when you finally slump on the couch at the end of the week and smile, they know youβre finished.
βSoβ¦ next week in hospital?β Johnny clarifies.Β
βNew unit in hospital next week,β you sigh happily.
βWhere you startinβ?βΒ
βLabor and delivery,β you chirp. βIβm so excited. I love babies.β
βYe wannae be a mammy some day?β Johnny asks.
βOh, yes. A sweet little chubby baby, how cute would that be?β
Ghost might die on this couch. You would be an adorable mother. He imagines you cooing and holding a little blond baby-
Whoa. He pauses his own thoughts. Fucking calm down, Riley.Β
You look to the side and see a cut on Simonβs neck.Β
βWhat happened there?β you ask, reaching over to touch it.
Soap lurches to stop you and Ghost flicks his eyes over to tell him itβs alright.
βHad a scuffle. Itβs-β
βDonβt say itβs nothing,β you chide softly, finger skimming just below it. βIf youβre going to wear that mask you need a bandage on it so it doesnβt touch the fabric.β
βIβm fine.β
βJohnny, will you get my kit?β
Soap is still giddy with how fast you started to call them Johnny and Simon.Β
βAye aye.β
You stand up, framing Simonβs face with a hand, tilting his head to look at the cut closer.
βOh, Simon, this is really nasty.β
βItβs fine,β he repeats, trying to keep his voice steady while you stand between his legs.
Johnny hands you your kit. You get to work cleaning Simonβs wound, he tries not to push into your delicate touch his jaw and his exposed neck.Β
βWhat happened?β you coo softly.Β
You hardly notice that his hand is on the back of your thigh, holding you closer to him.Β
He hisses when your gloved finger swipes an antibiotic onto the cut.Β
βSorry, sorry,β you murmur. βI know it hurts.β
You place a bandage over it and smile.
βThere we are. All done.βΒ
He says nothing, eyes on you.Β
βYou should wash your mask,β you say softly. βIf you bled on it, I mean. Not that itβs dirty-β
βI get it.βΒ
He hesitates.
βThank you, nurse.βΒ
You giggle at that.
βIβm not a real nurse yet.β
The next week at the hospital is bliss. You love seeing all the mothers and their complete joy while they meet their sweet little babies for the first time.Β
You knock on a hospital door.
βHi,β you call softly. βBrought you some juice.β
βOh, room service,β the woman inside jokes.
You giggle and hand her the cup of juice and ice. She takes a grateful sip.
βThank you, darl.β
βOf course. Do you need anything else?β
βErmβ¦ theyβre bringinβ her back round soon, yeah?β
You peek out.Β
βRounding the corner as we speak.β
βThank God.β
Your supervising nurse gently hands her the baby as she places the juice onto her small table.
βHi, my darling. Look at you.β
βSheβs so precious,β you say.
βIsnβt she? Oh, Iβve been dyinβ for a girl. My boys are my whole world, butβ¦ gosh, sheβs lovely.β
βYour husband wanted a girl?β
βYeah, howβd you think I got that big belly in the first place?β
All three of you laugh.
βHe had sisters βn all. Heβll be a good dad to a little girl.βΒ
She coos at her baby and you feel that weird knot in your stomach, that ache to know that feeling. Youβve been having it all week, especially going home to your two live-in bodyguards. You used to think you and your ex would get married, have some babies. You always daydreamed about being the perfect duo, a pediatrician and a pediatric nurse. At least heβll be able to provide as a father, even if he is a dickhead.Β
Johnny would need some work to be a dad, but heβd have fun and games down perfect. Simon would take to it well, if not a little scary for a little girl or boy.Β
John would really be an amazing father. He could be loving and stern and silly when he needed to be. But you think about your aunt learning you had a baby with one of your dadβs Army mates and you cringe outwardly.
βYou alright, love?β the nurse asks you.
βOh, f-fine. Whoβs next?β
Your shift ends late in the evening, and you sigh, remembering your walk home. Nothing too bad, just sometimes thereβs drunk men from the pubs who catcall you on your way back.Β
You hear the ladies at the desk murmuring as you walk over.
βGoodnight, ladies,β you chirp.
βWait, thereβs some guy out there!β
βWhat?β
βYeah, Susan said she saw someone out there with a mask on!βΒ
βOhβ¦ thatβsβ¦β
You see Simon outside, who nods to you.
βThatβs not your boyfriend is it?β
βUh, he, umβ¦ weβreβ¦β
How can you explain it?
βYeah,β you squeak out.
βWhatβs wrong with him?β one girl asks.
Another nurse sucks her teeth.
βDonβt say that! Liv, tell the security guard to stop watching him.β
βThat beast out there wonβt keep her safe?β
βWould you stop?βΒ
βSeriously, how tall is he?β
You donβt know how tall he is, just that heβs taller than you.Β
βOh, umβ¦ hundred eighty nine centimeters? I think?β
βFuck me.β
βGo do a round,β the older nurse sighs. βHave a nice night, love. Stay safe.β
You say goodbye and head out, cringing at your choice to lie.
βHey.β
βYβknow, when a man in a skull mask shows up late at night most people think theyβre gonna get robbed,β you say with a sigh.
βSorry.β
βWhy are you here?β
βYou got off late. Walkinβ you home.β
βYou didnβt have to do that.βΒ
βPrice donβt walk you home?β
βSometimes. Johnβs busy.βΒ Β
βWell, I ainβt. So letβs go, itβs fuckinβ freezinβ.βΒ
Simon walks with you, subtly guiding you to the inside of the street. Hands shoved in his pockets, head on a swivel.Β
βWhereβs Johnny?β
βWith Gaz.β
You blink.
βShit. Uhβ¦ Kyle,β he corrects himself.Β
βOh! Really?β you giggle, shaking your head. βGaz, Ghost, and Soap. Thatβs so silly.βΒ
He laughs, even though you barely hear it.
βAre you blond, Simon?β you ask without thinking.
βWhy?β
βSorry. Iβ¦ I just noticed your eyelashes yesterday and I thoughtβ¦ βmaybe heβs blondβ.β
βI am, yeah.β
βNot that Iβm asking to see your face, no, I-I wouldnβt-β
βYou scared of me?β he asks honestly, eyeing you.
βUhβ¦ not as much as I was.β
βI wouldnβt hurt you.β
βI know,β you say plainly. βJohn trusts you, and I trust him.βΒ
βSo him βn you neverβ¦?β
He catches the split-second of panic on your face.Β
βOh, wellβ¦ weβ¦ we kissed once. But we were both drunk,β you explain quickly.Β
Youβre bending the truth, Ghost can tell.
βYeah?β
βWellβ¦ maybe a little more than that.β
He sees your coy little smile and grins under his mask.
βYou likinβ it in there?β he asks, nodding back to the hospital.
βI love it. Iβm thinking it might be my spot when Iβm finished.β
βYou good with the babies, eh?β
βGosh, I hope I am.βΒ
You open the door to Johnβs building and greet the doorman, going up in the lift.Β
You unlock the door and open it, seeing Johnny asleep on the couch. Simon whistles and he sits up instantly.
βHi, bon.βΒ
βHi, Johnny.β
βYou hungry?β
βOh, no. Just tired.β
You turn back to Simon.
βThank you for walking me home.β
He shrugs it off and you get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
βWhereβs my kiss?β Johnny jokes.
You kiss his cheek as you walk to your room.
βGoodnight, lads.β
βNight, bonnie!β
βGβnight,β Simon mutters, stunned.Β
In the early morning, Soap gets a call from Gaz. He shoots you and Ghost a text in the little groupchat you made.
nurse + men in her houseΒ
johnny π§Όmactavish
Out oan run w Gaz. B back later
simon πrileyΒ
Roger
You sit on the couch watching the TV absently. Johnnyβs still gone and Simonβs gone to the gym. You scroll on your phone and see a video of a YouTuber and her toddler playing and laughing. The babyβs face is blurred, but you can almost hear his little smile. It makes your heart ache and you feel a little pain in your side. Shit. You swap over to your period tracking app and wince, seeing the cycle words highlighted. Youβre ovulating, no wonder youβve been craving a baby like mad. Even if your stupid ex was here, you couldnβt really tell him why you needed to get fucked so badly. The sex was pretty sparse and very unfulfilling toward the end anyway.
You try to focus on the film on the TV to keep your mind off of that deep, biological need.
You shiver and change the channel, flipping to some nature documentary. You sigh and watch, rubbing your temples until they show a mother bear and her cute little cubs toddling around. She cleans them with her tongue and they almost look like theyβre smiling. Then you canβt help it, you burst into tears.
Youβre crying so much you donβt even hear the door unlock and open. Simon enters and stares at you. You catch his eye and cover your face.
βS-Simon-β
βWhatβs wrong?β
He crosses the floor instantly, at your side in a second.Β
βDid somebody make you cry?β
βNo, noβ¦ I-β
You take a shaky breath, but you only sob harder. You hug him, which shocks him for a second until he wraps his huge arms around you.
βOh, itβs so stupid,β you whine, wiping at your eyes.
βGo on, tell us.β
βI justβ¦ Iβve been in hospital all weekβ¦ seeing these mothers and all these sweet little infants and I just- God, I want a baby,β you cry, exhaling.
Simonβs hand holds your face. Itβs big and warm.Β
βThat ainβt stupid.β
You sniffle, shaking your head.
βNo, itβs stupid.β
βNo, it ainβt. You told us you wanna be a mum. And your bodyβsβ¦ fuckinβ hardwired for it,β he attempts to comfort you. βSβnormal.β
His jaw clenches and he avoids your eyes.
βYouβ¦ on your period or somethinβ?βΒ
βNo, Iβm ovulating and it hurts,β you say quietly, trying to push more tears away.Β
If you could see the way Ghost is red under this mask. He swallows and tilts his head.
βI couldβ¦ if you wantβ¦ I could help,β he offers quietly.Β
βOh, Simon, y-you-β
βNothinβ serious. Unless youβ¦ want that.β
Youβve never seen him like this. Heβs shy, stumbling over his words.
βWould you really?β
He nods. And you think for a moment. You really just need some release at the moment. You have a vibrator, but it never works well enough.Β
βPlease,β you whisper.
βYour room?β
You nod and he picks you up like nothing, like youβre a cat, and carries you all of five long steps to your room. He sets you on the bed gently and looks around for a second. Your room is a little chaoticβ organized chaos thoughβ he sees anatomy notes and a schedule on a whiteboard, pictures of your friends from photo-booths and Polaroids pinned up on the walls. And a stuffed rabbit on the bed.
βOh, sorry.β
You pick up Robby and move him to your desk, on top of your textbooks. You hesitate and turn him around.
Ghost thinks itβs sweet. He knows youβre sweet, he wants to make you feel good.
You return to the bed and meet his eyes. You canβt help but giggle, because itβs all so absurd to you in that moment.Β
βCan I kiss you?β you ask him.
He nods, hooking his thumb under the mask and pulling it up over his nose.
βItβs like when they kiss in Spider-Man,β you joke, giving him a soft kiss on his scarred lips.Β
Something clicks into place, something biological and needy, that has you wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to lay on top of you. Your legs fall open and Simon slots between them as you kiss deeper. His big hands hold your waist and you gasp at the contact.Β
Oh, youβre really pent up. Ghost has a feeling your ex wasnβt doing anything right.
So he starts holding you a little tighter, pushing his hips against you, kissing your neck. The place heβs slotted between your legs is hot and he can guess itβs starting to get wet.Β
βSimon,β you breathe, your head rolling back.
βSβgood?β
You squeak and giggle when his thumb digs into your side.
βThat tickles!β you say, squirming away.Β
He playfully drags you back, kissing your cheek.
βIβll be gentle, love.βΒ
Itβs eager and honest. A solemn vow, he means it.Β
He canβt help but smirk against your skin knowing Soap is going to find out he got you first. His hand travels down your skin, his fingers pushing up the hem of your shirt and admiring the soft skin of your belly.Β
You paw at the zipper of his hoodie and he unzips it and shrugs it off, letting you see his arms. One side is scarred up, and the other is littered with tattoos at the forearm.Β
Giving you no time to react, his hand slips into your shorts, big fingers rubbing you over your panties. You moan and cover your mouth with your hand.
βNo, lemme hear.βΒ
You move your hand away and lock eyes with him, which makes you whimper when his hand slides into your panties.
βWet already,β he husks.Β
One of his fingers pushes into your pussy and you grab his arm, eyes squeezing shut.Β
βYβso fuckinβ tight,β he grits against your neck.
You cry out, feeling him move it further in and curl it slightly.Β
βY-you- ohβ¦βΒ
He adds another finger and you squeak at the burn of the stretch. His fingers are big and thick and when you think of them holding a big gun you cover your eyes with your hands.Β
βHave you ever killed someone?β you blurt out, feeling moronic instantly.Β
He looks at you. He doesnβt say anything.
The silence is all you need though.
βAnd Johnβ¦ and Johnny, a-and Kyle too?β you ask, your lip wobbling as you try not to sob again.
βLove,β he coos. βLemme make you feel good βn we can talk, right?β
You nod and his other hand wipes a tear from your face with his thumb.
His fingers curl up and you whine, your hips keening upward. The heel of his hand presses against your clit and you dig your nails into his arm.
βSorry!β you gasp, pulling away your hand and seeing the little crescent-shaped divots from your nails in his skin. You rub your hand over it, pouting at him.Β
He stares at you for a moment and you squirm a little. He feels you clench and twitch around his fingers.
βSorry, Iβm sorry, please keep going,β you beg quietly.
βThat donβt hurt,β he murmurs. βYou do whatever you want, love. That donβt hurt.βΒ
A strangled noise rips through your throat when his fingers curl up again and you fist your hand in his shirt.Β
Ghost fucks his fingers in and out quickly, but not too rough. He wants you to feel good, and really doesnβt want to scare you.Β
βThaβs good, love. Yeah. Just breathe,β he pants against your cheek.
You feel the knot Simonβs been untying inside of you finally start to give, and you grip his wrist as your hips cant desperately.Β
βSimon- donβt- donβt stop! Th-there! Yes! Si- oh, shit, I-Iβm g-β
You sob as you cum, and you cum hard. You tremble in his arms and he pumps his fingers in your pussy until youβre pawing at his arm and mewling.
βSβtoo much,β you hiccup.Β
He pulls his fingers out and you watch him stupidly as he licks them clean. You feel like you might faint.Β
You smile, dazed.Β
βThank you,β you whisper. βThat was really nice.βΒ
βYou need anythinβ else?β
βA little nap before class,β you tell him.Β
He moves to get up and you tug him down.
βWaitβ¦β
You kiss him softly and curl up to his chest.Β
βWill Johnny be mad?β
βDunno. You planninβ on kissinβ him?β
You giggle and hide in his chest.
βProbably. Do you mind sharing?"
"Ain't my place."
"In that case, I think I like Kyle, too.β
βAnd Price?β
You sigh.
βToo old?βΒ
βJust a bit. Kinda makes him even moreβ¦ enticing, I guess.βΒ
When you fall asleep, Ghost sneaks from your room as Soap and Gaz enter through the front door. They see him with his hoodie off and his mask still up.
βYou British cunt, did you fuck her?!β Soap shouts.Β
He death-glares Soap and hears you laugh from your room.Β
βSaid she ainβt opposed to sharinβ,β Ghost says to the both of them with a smirk, tugging down his mask.Β
βNo time for that,β Gaz starts. βMakarovβs back.β













