Johnlock Oneshots

A Quickie Pt. 2

Molly came to pick Rosie up early tin the morning. John stayed in bed while Sherlock talked with Molly and got all of Rosie's things together. Once they were gone, Sherlock went back to bed and fell back asleep next to John.

"John." Sherlock whispered into his ear. "It's time to play." He said nipping his ear.

John groaned. "Not today."

"Bad boys get punished. And you have been a very very bad boy." Sherlock slide his hand into John's pants, running his lengthy finger over his hole.

John pushed his face into the pillow and moaned. Sherlock took John pajama bottoms and pants completely off, tossing them to the floor. He laid on top of John, kissing his neck as he opened the bed side table drawer.

"Back or stomach?" Sherlock asked.

"I thought I was a bad boy that needed to get punished?" Sherlock chuckled and left John on his stomach. He took out the hand cuffs and cuffed John's hands above his head.

"You know the rules," Sherlock said into John's ear in that one voice that made John's knees go weak. "If you moan, if any sound comes out of you at all, that's five. If you come without permission, that's ten. If you try to fuck me, that's fifteen. Got it?"

"Yes sir," John breathed. 

"Good boy." Sherlock left kissed starting on John's neck, going down his spine, and stopping at his ass. He took a moment to stare at John's perfect tan ass before he went down on it.

John dug his nails into the pillows and tried to keep himslef from moaning in any way. It just felt so good when Sherlock rimmed him because he rarely got it.

"Can I come?" John struggled.

"Not yet."

John put his face back into the pillow as he felt Sherlock's tongue lap over his hole and go in and out. Not moaning was getting harder and harder, and the fact that John had to come was making it worse.

"I-I need to....," John stammered.

Sherlock took his face out of John's ass, "What do you need to do?"

"Come!"

Sherlock leaned over John. "Then come," He said into John's ear. "And since you were good, you can moan."

John exploded and let out all the moans he kept in during that. Once he finished, Sherlock turned him over. Sherlock was in his silk blue dressing gound that wasn't tied shut or anything.

"Now, I am going to fuck you until you can't take it any more." Sherlock said into John's ear. "I'm going to fuck you as hard as I can and I'm going to fuck you nice and slow. And you may moan."

Sherlock let the gound slip off of him and land on the floor as he reached for a bottle of lube. He applied some to himself, then forcefully slammed into John, making him cry out with pleasure. Sherlock knew every inch of John, what would make him scream, what would make him beg for more, his sweet spots, and his pleasure spot.   He adjusted himself some, aiming for John's pleasure spot and he hit it.

John was a moaning mess. He had tears forming in his eyes from the pleasure and a little bit of pain. It's been a while since Sherlock went this hard. He had an orgasm and came all over himself.

Sherlock didn't stop. He kept going harder and harder until he felt himself reaching his climax. Once he did, he pulled out and licked John clean of his come.

"Bad boy, coming with out permission."

"I'm sorry sir." John panted. "You were going too fast and I couldn't get it out."

Sherlock hummed and let John out of the hand cuffs. Sherlock kissed down his neck and down his torso, tossing the cuffs to the side. John watched as Sherlock kissed down both legs and sucked marks on his inner thighs, it felt amazing. 

Sherlock fucked John gently and slowly, doggy style, and he let John ride him. It was an eventful night. They had take away and wine in front of the fire, both naked. After dinner, John had dessert, if you know what that means. It was a relif finally having alone time with each other,  with out a crying child or a land lady walking in on them snogging. As the night went one, Sherlock got softer with John until he just held him close and drew patterns on his back. It was a great day for the two of them and they couldn't ask for any more.

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