Johnlock Oneshots

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Smut. Just a fair warning if you don't like smut.

I KNOW THAT WATER IS NOT LUBE. SO PLEASE DO NOT COMMENT OR MESSAGE ME ABOUT IT BECAUSE I FUCKING KNOW! BUT I DID NOT KNOW THAT WHEN I WROTE THIS, SO PLEASE, CALM YOUR TITS.

edit: i'm sick of you all commenting on this. there are 220 comments on this chapter and it pisses me off every time i read one because they're all just making fun of my writing. if you don't like it, then don't fucking read it. it's not that hard. and if you still decided to read it anyway, don't fucking comment on it. thanks.

Just a normal morning at 221B Baker Street. Sherlock sat at the kitchen table, looking into his microscope at God knows what and John had just woken up. He walked into the kitchen and looked at Sherlock, trying to figure out what he was doing. Sherlock shifted in his chair some, sighing. His robe moved with him and revealed the bare skin a little bit above his lower stomach. John felt his stomach turn at the sight. He quickly walked into the bathroom and started a shower.

When John got out of the shower, Sherlock had moved from the table to the sofa and had changed into his usual white t-shirt and silk blue pajama bottoms. John sat in his chair, typing up their latest case, when he looked over to the consulting detective. John scanned over his body with his eyes and froze when he saw that Sherlock had a growing erection. He felt his stomach turn again. John tried to turn away, but he just couldn't. John felt his own self growing as he looked over Sherlock.

Sherlock sat up and John looked back at his computer. "If you're going to stare, try to hide it better," Sherlock said, getting up from the sofa and walking to the bathroom.

John's face turned red. Sherlock just caught him staring at him, with an erection, and played it off like it was nothing. John thought for a bit before he closed his laptop when he heard the shower turn on, getting up from his chair. He walked to the bathroom, silently opening the door and closing it behind him. He undressed himself and climbed into the shower.

Sherlock turned and smirked. "Couldn't resist yourself?" Sherlock said in his deep voice.

"No," John breathed, wrapping an arm around Sherlock's waist and placing his hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Sherlock responded the kiss, placing either hands on John's hips, pulling him against him. He deepened the kiss, massaging John's ass. This was different from what Sherlock imagined their first time. He imagined it soft and slow and in the bedroom, not in the shower. But he'd still enjoy it just as much.

John pulled back, "This may sting a bit." He said in a gentle tone.

Sherlock was confused, but when he felt something poke at his hole he finally understood. He put his head in the crook of John's neck as he pushed a finger in. He hissed at the slight feeling, but as John started to thrust his finger, he got used to it.

John asked if he could handle another finger. Sherlock nodded. John carefully added a second finger and Sherlock grabbed onto John, trying to release his pain. John kissed him passionately, trying to distract him. It worked.

The consulting detective let out soft whimpers as the army doctor sucked the sensitive skin on his neck. The thrust of John's fingers sped up with how loud the moans came out of Sherlock's perfect mouth.

"Are you ready?" John asked.

"For what?" Sherlock asked.

"For me to fuck you," John smirked.

"Bedroom." Sherlock muttered, kissing John.

John pulled away, making Sherlock chase the kiss. "Doing it in the shower will be more fun."

Sherlock pondered the thought some. "Just be easy."

"Of course." John said, pulling Sherlock in for another kiss. He turned Sherlock around and pressed him against the cool tile in the shower, the water running down Sherlock's back.

"Tell me to stop if it hurts." John said into Sherlock's ear, bitting it some. Sherlock nodded. John lined himself up and very slowly pushed the tip in.

This was a new feeling to Sherlock. It was a new experience to Sherlock. He tried to grab ahold of something, but there was nothing. As John pushed himself in further, there was a feeling of pain mixed with pleasure.

"Are you okay?" John asked sincerely.

"Yes, yeah. Keep going."

John placed his hands on Sherlock's hips, pulling out then pushing back in. Sherlock pressed his forehead to the cool tile, letting out a moan.

The thrusts became faster as Sherlock's moans got louder. John got extremely turned by watching his cock fuck Sherlock's ass. It was a sight he'd never forget. He kept his hands on Sherlock's hips as he leaned over him, bitting his shoulder.

Sherlock ran a hand through John's wet hair, grabbing onto it for dear life as John pounded into him. He kept his arm in front of his head as a cushion, so he wouldn't hit his head again. Sherlock reached his climax when John grasped his throbbing cock and gave it a few pumps.

As he came down from his high, John was working up to his own. He came deep inside of Sherlock, pressing him against the cool tile once more before pulling out and turning him around. He pulled him in for a kiss and Sherlock happily responded.

Sherlock reached to turn the shower off, successfully doing so without breaking the kiss. He stepped out getting a towel and handing it to John. John wrapped the towel around Sherlock, pulling him against him and giving him another kiss. Sherlock pulled back from the kiss, getting himself a towel, and walking into his bedroom.

John smirked and followed behind him. He pushed Sherlock onto the bed, pinning his arms above his head. "Not going to get away that easily." John growled, kissing and biting Sherlock's neck.

Sherlock extended his neck for him. "I'm not, am I?"

John looked at him. "Never," He grinned, kissing Sherlock again.