Johnlock brainrot <33

×Getting caught×

Sherlock was pushed against the wall harshly, as his husband, John Watson slammed his fist next to his face.

John was angry, very angry. Sherlock-yet again-experimented in their shared flat at 221B Baker street, without his permission to do so.

The entire flat reeked of some sort of gas, the product of the experiment.

And that's why the doctor was mad.

"Really Sherlock? Again?!" He spat with venom.

'Fuck...why is he so hot when he's angry?' Sherlock thought as he blushed. No Sherlock, not the time to yearn for your husband. But..it has been a while. Ah fuck it. He'll give it a try.

He wrapped his arms around John's neck as he pulled him into a kiss. John froze up, but relaxed almost immediately, as he kissed back passionately.

Their hands were feeling up one another. John pulling Sherlock's shirt up as he slipped his warm hands under, touching his nipples. Sherlock shivered at the feeling, his cold body warming up quickly.

But just before they could get anywhere, a knock was heard. They couldn't even pull themselves off of eachother before Mycroft and his husband, Greg entered.

The four of them were in the room now, just staring at eachother, Sherlock still against the wall, John's hands still under his shirt.

The two of them became rapidly flustered as they jumped away from eachother. Greg and Mycroft just staring at them.

The tension was extremely awkward and so thick you could cut it with a knife. John was the first to clear his throath to speak.

"Mycroft  Greg, what brings you here?" He smiled awkwardly, trying to be polite, not minding the murderous glare Mycroft is sending him.

Greg smiled back just as awkwardly, well at least he was understanding.

"We bought Rosy back..." He said.

Oh yeah, Rosy went with his uncles for the weekend, it was now Monday.

Sherlock just hung his head low, knowing his brother was going to discipline him.

"Sherlock,-" came Mycroft's words. "-I thought you'd have enough consciousness to lock the door." He then turned to John.

"And I'd appreciate if you didn't just fuck my brother in public." He shot him a glare.

"We're in our flat!" John retreated. "Not out in public." He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. We'll take our leave now. Goodbye brother mine, and John." Mycroft bid his goodbyes in his usual cold tone, as Greg quickly excused his husband's behavior and left too, jogging a bit to catch up to his lover.

As soon as the door was shut John bent down to pick his little angel of a daughter up in his arms.

"How was your weekend hunny?" He asked while smiling sweetly, chuckling at how quickly his daughter's face lit up. She started spewing out her joyous experiences at her uncles' home.

After a short while Sherlock regained his composure and began listening to the sweet girl he can now call his daughter as he became her other legal guardian.

Even with being caught, it was worth it in order to hear the little girl giggle as she recited everything.