Johnlock Oneshots

sexting

john was away on a confrence and sherlock was all alone at bakerstreet. he'd go on cases and talk to himself, thinking john was there, but when he paused for john's comment no one said anything. him and john skyped every night and sherlock always asked when he was coming back and john always said next week, but sherlock couldn't wait. the main thing he missed about john, was the sex. it felt like sherlock was being punished. he would text john and tell him how much he needed him and john said he'd get it when he got back, but sherlock didn't want to wait. and it was surprising to him that one night john sent him a picture with his hand in his pants with the caption: I need my detective.

sherlock went to their room and laid on the bed, taking his trousers off and sending john a picture of the buldge in his pants: I'm right here, baby.

john smirked when he got the text from sherlock. he took himself of out his pants and stroked himself from base to tip, sending a picture to sherlock: I'm thinking about when you wear that dark purple lingerie.

sherlock moaned and thought about the night he surprised john with the lingerie and how john fucked him and the next day he couldn't sit down. he took a picture of him palming himself: I'm thinking about the way you fucked me that night.

john worked himself, thinking about the way sherlock was begging for his cock with his ass up in the air, rubbing it against john's hard-on. he teased the tip with his thumb, but it didn't feel as good as sherlock's tongue: Get some more lingerie for when I get back? I'll make sure you can't sit for days.

sherlock pulled his pants down and did long, slow strokes with his hand. he thought about the way john fucked him with slow, hard thrusts. an idea popped into sherlock's head. he grabbed the lube and turned himself onto his stomach. he set his phone against the pillows and took a video of him fingering himself, turning back to the camera with his face flushed and mouth wide open: I miss the way your cock feels burried inside of me.

john could get off by watching sherlock finger himself any day. he felt himself get close, but kept it in. he never came before sherlock. he recored himself pulling strokes then rubbing the tip with his tumb like sherlock did, but it didn't feel as good as him. pre cum leaked from the tip as he stopped the video: I miss the way your mouth feels around cock. Get out what I got you for Christmas;)

sherlock smirked when he got john's text. for chirtmas, john got sherlock a dildo as a joke, but started coming in handy when they both were feeling a bit kinky. he got the box out from under the bed and pulled the dildo out, coating it in lube. he set his phone up for another video and recorded himself slowly sitting down on it: It doesn't feel as good as you, captin.

john loved when sherlock called him that. it was always a turn on and they way sherlock said it, got him hard instantly. he worked himself faster, imagining it was him sherlock was riding and not the dildo. he sent a video: "god fuck. i want to fuck you so hard, hear you scream my name, beg for me to give it to you. jesus i miss they way your tight arse felt around my cock."

sherlock quickly turned on his camera after hearing john say those things. he worked himself and rode the dildo until he came on the sheets: "let me see you come. imagine i'm there, right under you, like i am when i want to taste you. come for me, captin."

john quickly got the video on and shot himself coming hard, white filling the screen. he quickly sent it to sherlock: That felt amazing, baby. Be ready for when I get back Tuesday night.