My first smut ever ok guys please don't judge me
John yawned deeply and closed his laptop. That was enough blogging for one night. He and Sherlock had just gotten back from Dartmoor after revealing the mystery of the Baskerville Hound, so he had plenty to type about for the evening. But now was the time for sleep. John could barely keep his eyes open.
He entered his bedroom lazily, rubbing his eyes. He immediately headed for his dresser, and still facing it, took off his watch, and laid it on top. He crossed his arms over his stomach to pull off his sweater, and threw it away from him; he didn’t care where it landed so long as he was able to crawl into his bed faster. He then unbuttoned his trousers, turning around only to face Sherlock with an intrigued look on his face. His shirt was halfway undone from the top, his hair ruffled in a strangely sexy way. And he was just sitting there… Why did he look so appealing to John then?
Wait a bloody minute, what was Sherlock doing in John’s bed?! John opened his mouth to quesion, but Sherlock immediately cut him off.
“No need to protest, John, I was just hoping you could complete a request of mine.” His eyes looked like a puppy’s at this point, his eyebrows raised, and a crooked smirk appeared on his lips.
John held his breath and asked, “And what would that be?”
“Two days ago at the military base in Devonshire, you confronted a corporal before we entered the premesis, do you remember?” Sherlock brought his hands up underneath his chin, still smirking.
“Yes,” John replied, confused.
“You announced to him that you were a captain and showed him your badge before saluting him,” Sherlock said, “and ordered him to show us the full turf.”
“I don’t see where this is going,” John said.
“I’m going to need you a bit closer for this request,” Sherlock said.
“Come here, John,” Sherlock’s smirk grew larger now.
Within John’s first step toward the bed, he realized his trousers were still undone, but kept walking anyway. What the bloody hell was going through Sherlock’s crazy mind?
John reached the edge of the right of the bed, but Sherlock cocked his head to the left, motioning John to move even closer. John bent down, now face to face with Sherlock. Those ice blue eyes hypnotized him enough for his mouth to part slightly open. He looked down at Sherlock’s lips and Sherlock’s smirk grew into a seductive grin before speaking in a low, sensual tone, “Give me an order, captain.”
John’s eyes flashed quickly back up to Sherlock’s, not entirely sure how to react to the random change of character. It was alarming, but he strangely enjoyed it.
Sherlock noticed the dumbfoundedness in John’s eyes and said in the same tone, “Oh come on… there must something you’d like me to do.”
John knew exactly what he wanted Sherlock to do just then. Where this sudden shift of sexuality came from, he didn’t know, but he was too tired and aroused to protest himself. After a long build-up of confidence in his head he finally ordered Sherlock, “Finish stripping my pants, soldier.”
Sherlock’s seductive grin instantly became excited. His eyes widened and he adjusted on his knees as John stood up straight again. “That’s more like it!” Sherlock cried before ripping the pants off of John’s body.
John’s trousers and pants fell on the ground, still around his ankles. Sherlock smiled at John’s hard cock and stared back up at his face, beggingly. “What else shall I do, captain?”
It was John’s turn to give a sexy smirk now. “Get on your back,” he said. “That’s an order.”
Sherlock immediately obeyed and John bent down once again, this time to violently undo the rest of Sherlock’s shirt. He then rubbed his hands all over Sherlock’s torso, pulling off his sleeves, and occasionally kissing and sucking parts of his neck and chest.
Everything was moving too quickly for John to question anything. But, oh, what did he care? This was fun and arousing, and he had no idea that he’d wanted this so badly.
Still kissing Sherlock’s neck, John tore off Sherlocks trousers, leaving on his undergarmets, and threw them away from the bed. He finished stepping out of his town trousers and pressed himself down onto Sherlock’s body. Their lips met, and they continued to grind against each other. Their breathing became heavy as Sherlock slipped his tongue into John’s mouth.
John reached his hand underneath Sherlock’s pants and fondled with Sherlock’s scrotum. Now both of their tongues circled around the each other’s and the grinding became slower, more anticipating. Sherlock’s head bent back and he let out a pleading groan. John couldn’t help but smile with delight.
John squeezed Sherlock’s testicles in his hands. “Take your pants off turn around,” John ordered.
Sherlock quickly obeyed by fumbling his undergarmets off of his legs, revealing his erect cock, and instantly spinning around to the head of the bed, his hands touching the wall and his knees holding himself up.
John had never done this before, but he certainly wasn’t afraid to give it a go. He wanted Sherlock so badly at this moment (and frankly, loved the feeling of being in charge of him for once), and he was probably going to regret it later, but was too excited to care. He slowly inserted himself into Sherlock and slowly took himself out. He repeated this leisurely action enough times until Sherlock let out another pleading groan. John smiled again and ordered him to, “Beg.”
“P- please,” Sherlock sofly whimpered.
“That’s an order,” John growled as he fiercely thrusted himself into Sherlock and grabbed his right shoulder.
“Harder,” Sherlock let out in a breath.
“What was that?” John growled again as the thrusted himself deeper this time.
“Harder!” Sherlock shouted, cocking his head back.
John wasted no time intensely lunging himself repetitively into Sherlock. He pushed up Sherlock’s ass as Sherlock slid his hands off the wall and buried them along with his face in the pillow below.
“F-faster,” Sherlock breathed.
John suddenly pulled Sherlock up, right hand on his right shoulder and left hand cupping his chin. He growled in Sherlock’s ear, “What was that, soldier?”
“Faster, sir,” Sherlock said, clenching his teeth.
John smiled once again, giving his all, moving in and out as heavily and as quickly as he could. Sherlock sank back into the bed and John pressed his own body on top of Sherlock’s back. John moved even faster as Sherlock let out a loud moan. John sank his face into Sherlock’s neck.
“John,” Sherlock breathed out, “sir… I…” Sherlock’s voice trailed off in the intense pleasure.
“Tell me,” John whispered, “tell me.”
“I’m going to-” Sherlock stammered, “to…”
Sherlock let out a powerful moan, coming into John’s sheets, and John pulled out of Sherlock, finishing himself off on Sherlock’s bare ass. When he was done, he turned Sherlock’s body over to face him and got on his hands and knees. Sherlock rested his left wrist on his forehead and his right on his stomach. They both were breathing extremely heavily, and their exhausted stares turned into smiles.
“What… just… happened?” John asked in between his breaths.
Sherlock let out a laugh and John quietly joined him as he rest his head on Sherlock’s left shoulder. Sherlock put his left arm around John and kissed his forehead.
“No idea, captain,” he said, and snuggled closer.
John Looks At Sherlock's Phone
John was tidying up the flat a bit since it had been in a even more dirty state. Sherlock had dashed out the door about an hour or two ago saying that Molly had some toes for him to experiment on.
John was bustling about picking up a few things off the floor here and there and then he had just lifted his duster to the mantle when he saw Sherlock’s phone sitting next to the skull.
He must have left it in his haste to leave. John picked it up and accidentally clicked the unlock button. He almost dropped the phone when he saw what the wallpaper was set to.
It was a picture of John laughing. He was looking away from the camera. Sherlock must have taken it with him going completely unaware. John wasn’t mad at all that he had had his picture taken with out him knowing he actually felt his heart well up with another emotion that he wasn’t quite sure of.
The screen went black and John clicked the phone again and just stared at his laugh frozen on the screen. Sherlock would see John’s face every time he clicked the button just as John just did. John smiled and put the phone back on the mantle and continued to clean the flat. He kept smiling even when Sherlock returned and hour later.
Sherlock woke up late in the morning. He and John had just finished a case yesterday and he had needed to catch up on his sleep.
John had left for the clinic for his shift and wouldn’t be back until late. Sherlock walked over to the couch and plopped down on the middle cushion. He felt something jabbing into his hip. He shifted and wrapped his fingers around something small and square.
It was John’s phone. Sherlock deduced that John must have sat here and had a cup of tea and gotten up with out it and left for work.
The detective couldn’t help his curiosity so he clicked the unlock button. He would only look at a few messages… He gasped when he saw the picture that was the wallpaper.
It was a picture of Sherlock. He was staring out of the window of a cab with a small smile on his lips. He seemed years younger in the photo.
Sherlock smiled and he continued into the phone and opened up the picture folder. All of the pictures were of Sherlock. There were a few of him sleeping on the couch and one of him playing the violin while looking out the window. But the majority of them were pictures of him smiling. They ranged from small up turns of his lips to full out grins.
Sherlock didn’t know what to do. He had to talk to John but he was holding his mobile in his hand. He ran to him room and dressed and was out of the door in a matter of minutes.
When his cab pulled up in front of the clinic he quickly payed and ran up the stairs and down the hall way to the door that lead to John’s office. Be barged right in.
John looked up startled from the papers in his hand.
“Sherlock what are you doing here?”
Sherlock suddenly realized that he hadn’t though of what he was exactly going to say to John.
“You…uh…forgot your mobile.”
He passed the phone to John and as their finger’s touched in an awkward pass off one of them managed to click the unlock button revealing the picture of Sherlock smiling.
John quickly shoved the phone in his pocket and a blush spread across his cheeks.
“Oh thats…thats nothing. I’ll change it.”
“Don’t change it. It would mean that I have to change mine.”
Sherlock reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his own cellphone and clicked the button and showed John the picture of himself laughing.
“I think it would be better if we had a picture containing the both of us”
Sherlock muttered this and looked down at his feet. John gaped for a few seconds and then said
“Oh ok. Right now isn’t the best time. Why not we take it tonight over dinner”
Sherlock looked back up at the doctor and he smiled a big rueful smile.
“I’ll meet you at Angelo’s at 6”
He then swooped out of the door with his big coat swooshing behind him. John just chuckled to himself and went back to work. But he found he couldn’t focus for the rest of the day because he was constantly checking his watch and counting down to 6.
John walked into Angelo’s and saw that Sherlock was at their usual table by the window. There was indeed a candle in the center of the table. John sat opposite of him and Sherlock gave him a little smile. He sure was smiling a lot today and it made John smile to see him so happy for once.
They at their food and sipped wine. After their plates had been cleared John stood up and moved to the other side of the table and sat down next to Sherlock.
“What are you doing?” Sherlock asked
“I am going to take our picture.”
John opened up the camera on his phone and held the phone up and smiled.
“Come on Sherlock smile.”
“But I don’t have anything to smile about. I don’t think giving an artificial smile would be best for our picture.”
“Fine then I’ll just have to make you smile”
“And how are going t-“
John had reached over and started tickling the younger man’s sides. John had learned that he was ticklish by accident when he was helping Sherlock into his jacket once.
Sherlock immediately burst into laughter and squirmed away form the doctor’s fingers. John quickly hugged him to his chest and held up the camera and snapped a photo.
Once Sherlock had stopped laughing he wiped his eyes and looked down at John’s arm around his waist. He did nothing to remove it.
“Let me see the picture”
John held up the phone to show the picture. John was smiling with one eye closed because Sherlock’s curls were covering half of his face. Sherlock had a big natural smile that took years off of his face. The two men’s cheeks were touching and they looked happier then they had ever been.
Sherlock too the phone and began tapping away at it.
“Don’t delete it!”
John grabbed for his phone but Sherlock easily deflected him.
“I’m not I am just sending it to myself so I can have it on my mobile.
Sure enough Sherlock’s phone buzzed with a new message and Sherlock giggled at the photo and set it was his wallpaper. John did the same for his phone.
“Come lets get go.”
They both stood up. They walked out the door toward 221B and as they walked Sherlock grabbed John’s hand and they walked in comfortable silence. Then suddenly Sherlock pulled out his phone and took a picture of John’s face.
“Oi! I’ll get you back for that!”
Sherlock’s joyous laugh rang out and he ran ahead as John pulled out his own phone and began snapping photos of Sherlock.
John always likes to go into his phone and look at his pictures. He loves to look at the pictures from that night. He had the picture of him and Sherlock printed out and he hung it up in their room. It would always remind them of their first date and the night they realized that they loved each other.
HEY GURL, can you recommend me some johnlock fics? thanks! :D
Sure! These are all the ones that spring to mind:
Btw the majority contain sexy times at some point XD Enjoy!
So i wrote a johnlock oneshot that ended up being longer than intended… i cant put a read more on mobile so just press "J" to skip to the next post
Here it is:
John looked up from his laptop to where the detective was lying on the sofa in his usual ‘thinking’ position; fingers steepled under his chin and feet propped up on the opposite end, he would look almost peaceful if it weren’t for his perpetual frown. “What is it, Sherlock?” He sighed, having already been interrupted three times in the past half hour, he hadn’t gotten more than a paragraph into his most recent blog entry. That’s what he got for typing slowly he supposed.
“Cancel your date tonight.”
“What? No… I… Sherlock, you can’t just expect me to cancel plans for you all the time like this.”
“It’s not polite. Friends don’t do that to each other!”
The detective sighed exasperatedly, “Well what do ‘friends’ do then John?”
“They make plans in advance for starters and they…” John trailed off, “Sherlock are you even listening to me?” The other, who was typing something on his phone, looked up at him.
“No, I was texting your date to say that you couldn’t make it.”
John looked at him in shock; how could a man of such boastingly high intellect be such a prick? Taking a moment to compose himself he took several deep breaths before attempting to speak again, “Sherlock. Why did you just do that.”
“I needed you to cancel and you were being dull.” He answered as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
The ex-army doctor just exhaled in frustration and hung his head, “Some friend you are.” He muttered sarcastically. He knew it was a low blow considering Sherlock’s alarming lack of people he considered “friends” but at that point he didn’t care. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be that man’s friend. John wasn’t sure what he wanted to be to Sherlock. Upon first meeting him there had been some attraction but the other was “married to his work” as he put it and John didn’t fancy making their companionship any more awkward than it already was.
Sherlock looked over at him with an expression that, if John didn’t know better, he would call hurt. But he knew better, Sherlock didn’t care what others thought of him. This was probably a ploy to get John to feel bad and apologize. Well he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Looking stubbornly back to his laptop, John muttered something about his flatmate being a heartless robot before continuing to type.
“You’re wrong.” Sherlock said after a moment, his voice quiet. “Although inconvenient, I do have emotions.”
John sighed, “I’m sorry…” He said without looking up from his typing.
“Look, I know I’m hard to put up with but it was important John.”
“Well then why, Sherlock? Why did you cancel my date?” His voice was slightly raised and he spun around completely to face the other.
Sherlock of course remained calm. “As I said John, however inconvenient they may be, emotions are something I can’t seem to completely shake.”
John looked at his flatmate curiously, “That’s not an explanation,” he said with (partly) false annoyance.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, “Well john let me just, as you might say, cut to the chase. When you fancy someone how do you go about courting them?”
“Excuse me?” John blinked. Could it be that the all mighty Sherlock Holmes had taken an interest in someone who wasn’t a murder victim?
“You heard me just fine.”
“I’m just surprised is all.”
“Well quit being dull and tell me.”
“Are you asking me for advice?”
“Obviously.” The consulting detective was getting annoyed now.
“Alright,” John began, still not quite believing this, “Well it depends who it is but if they’re single it’s often best to just ask them if they would like to go have coffee or something.”
“Interesting…” Sherlock went back to staring at the ceiling, no doubt slipping into his mind palace.
A few hours later he sprung up off of the couch and changed into normal clothes rather than his dressing gown. “Get your coat John.” He called, already heading toward the door.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going out for coffee.”
The cab ride there was awkward at best. Neither of them spoke, Sherlock staring straight ahead and John mulling things over. As much as he wished Sherlock was meaning this to be a date like John had suggested earlier he didn’t dare hope it. The other probably just wanted to get out of the flat in hopes of finding a case.
When they got there Sherlock ordered for both of them and sat at a table with John. He looked at his blogging friend expectantly. “What is this all about Sherlock?” John sighed wanting to crush any hope he still clung to that he could be anything more to this man than a friend and colleague.
“Surely your skills of deduction aren’t that poor. You may be of mostly average intelligence but surely even you can guess my motives.”
“Alright…” He replied, choosing to ignore the blatant quip at his intelligence, “Is there a murderer we’re following then?”
The other shook his head, a rare smile growing on his face, “Coffee, John!” He exclaimed as if this explained everything (which, to be fair, it almost did but John didn’t want to make a fool of himself).
Choosing his words carefully, John attempted to plunge on, “Sherlock, is this about earlier? Because although I… appreciate… the thought, I thought you were… well… as you put it, ‘married to your work’…” he put air quotes on the last term, trying not to come off as too harsh or too eager.
“John have you not taken into consideration what my work includes? That you are the only person I’ve ever invited to be a direct part of my work?” Sherlock was looking intensely at the other, eyes darting about his face as if he was deducing. “John don’t say you’re not gay,” The other blinked in shock, how did he know he was going to say that? A satisfied smirk crossed the detectives lips (they were nice lips, thought John before mentally scolding himself) “John, you forget to whom you are speaking. I’ve known you were questioning since our first case.
John was shocked. He hadn’t told anyone of his feelings towards Sherlock, hadn’t even fully admitted them to himself, so how did he know? He laughed in spite of himself, this was Sherlock Holmes of course he knew, John had probably slipped up by wearing mismatched socks or something and given it all away. But did this mean his feelings were reciprocated? His heart fluttered at the possibility. Taking a deep breath, he spoke, “I… Sherlock I’m sorry I just…”
He was cut off by the shock of a large hand brushing his under the table, “While I normally have no use for sentiment and such… I would like to give it a try for you.”
“A-alright,” He stammered, “um… Good. Okay.”
And with that they left, awkwardly, quickly, and hand in hand.
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