The Other Woman - Request
Requested by anon:
Hi i just read your
latest Sherlock x reader and loved it ! Please could I request One similar
where reader meets Irene when she talking to Sherlock on his chair but the
reader sees how far she can push Irene by doing things with Sherlock in front
of her !!
& @fourtyninekirbygamzeegirl: I was wondering if you could do a Sherlock fic where he and the reader are close, but Irene Adler comes back around, ticking the reader off, but they get into a competition until reader ends up in Sherlock’s bed, both pissed to the core. Well, it ends in angry smut, but they need it more than anything.
& anon: May you do another one where Irene turns up again and Sherlock picks the reader!
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 1,828
Warnings: Smut - unprotected, angry - and Irene being an asshole.
A/N: This took too many surprising turns. Also, I used my favourite quote from Romeo and Juliet because it was fair and necessary.
* <— If you don’t want the smut, reall until here. ;)
Sherlock was sitting on his usual seat, while (Y/N) occupied Watson’s couch. A heated debate was being held by the two, it was something about a pumpkin patch and another victim dressed in pink. They seemed to be absolutely focused on the topic, acting angry at the other’s suggestions as part of their game – yes, game – in order to keep the appearance of being focused on the victim rather than finding yet another excuse to spend time together.
“Maybe the dress was blue.” (Y/N) snapped, lifting her eyebrow.
“That doesn’t make any sense!” Sherlock exclaimed, but his fake anger was soon vanished by a smirk and a chuckle.
They’re happiness lasted two seconds more, because afterwards the typical soft moan that identified Irene’s text messages invaded the air. Sherlock and (Y/N) stared at his phone in silence. Sherlock didn’t know if he should check it, considering the kind of relationship he was hoping to achieve with (Y/N).
“Aren’t you going to read it, Sherlock?” A third voice spoke from the door. Irene was there, wearing a tiny black dress that accentuated her subtle yet classy curves.
“Irene.” Sherlock whispered.