Johnlock Oneshots

sexual frustration (fem!lock)

i didn't proof read this, and it fucking sucks. enjoy.

sherlock tied her long, curly hair up in a messy bun then continued to roll her shirt sleeves up. she grabbed the pack of nicotine patches and took out two, since that's all joan let her have, and put them on her fore arm, getting ready to go into her mind palace, but then the downstairs door slammed shut and the stomps of joan acended up the flat. sherlock smirked and disappeared into her mind palace before she had to face her girlfriend.

"sherlock!" joan roared as she entered the flat. she noticed her girlfriend on the couch and went over to her, standing above her. "i know you're awake you little shit."

sherlock opened her eyes amd looked up at the angry woman. "hello joan. have a bad day at work?"

"yes, because some one sent a photo." she said and crossed her arms over her chest. "we had an agreement."

sherlock sat up. "not an agreement, but a bet. that you lost, not to mention." she said and stood up, towering over her tiny girlfriend. "there's only two more days. i'm just getting you ready."

joan rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen. "just you wait sherlock holmes. you have no idea what i can do to you."

sherlock grinned and turned around. "and you have no idea what i can do to you," she said as she walked over to joan, "captin." she whispered into joan's ear, making her groan slightly. sherl smirked, satisfied with her work then went to the bedroom, changing into her lounging clothes.

sherl sent more photos to joan while she was at work, leading joan to blocking sherl's number. sherl couldn't stand not having sex as much as joan. she missed it too. they couldn't even kiss as part of the bet because with them kissing lead to one thing if it got too heated. she could end the bet when joan got home, but that would mean she would've surrendered to joan, and sherl doesn't want to do that. it was only one more day. one more day and then she would have joan.

when joan got home, she didn't say a word to sherl. she typed up their latest case, made dinner, then went to bed all with out saying a word to sherlock. sherlock was frustrated with her, but she knew that if joan talked to her it would be pure anger and sexual frustration. when sherl went to bed, she stayed on her side of the bed, not even trying to cuddle her.

john spoke one word the next day when she left and all she said was "bye". sherl decided she was going to cave in, she couldn't do it any more. she needed joan's lips on hers, for joan to touch her in the way that drove sherl crazy. she needed to feel joan. when sherl finally decided, she called the secretary at the clinic and left a note for joan when she went on her lunch break.

"doctor watson!" the secretary called as joan walked to the break room for lunch.

"it's my lunch break." joan said as she stopped in her steps.

"it's not a patient, you've got a message." she said and held out a folded piece of paper.

joan took it then continued to walk to the break room. when she sat down with her luch, she unfolded the paper and read; The bet is over. I'm waiting. joan smirked. she knew sherl would buckle under the silent treatment.

"sherl?" joan called out as she hung her coat up, grinning. she couldn't wait to see what sherl had for her.

"yea?" sherl asked, walking into the living room with a robe on.

"couldn't handle the silent treatment, could you?" joan asked as she pulled sherl to her, untying the robe while looking sherl in the eyes.

sherlock shook her head watching joan's curious hands feel the lingerie she was wearing.

"i knew i would get you with that." john smirked and kissed sherl, cupping her breasts.

sherl let out a soft noise, kissing joan deeply, cupping her cheeks.

joan's curious hand wondered down sherlock's body, rubbing her through the panties. "love you're soaking." joan hummed with a smirk. "have you been thinking about me?"

sherlock moan softly and nodded.

"bedroom." joan said and with that sherl ran to the bedroom, joan following after her. when joan entered, sherl had discarded her robe and was laying on the bed. joan closed the door behind her as she toed her shoes off. she pounced onto sherl like she was her prey, kissing her deeply. her curious hand continued to wonder as they unhooked her garters, rubbing her thigh. her hand slid further up her thigh, inching closer to sherl's sweet area. "i love you in lingeire." joan hummed, pushing sherl's thick, curly hair away as she kissed her neck, sliding her hand into the lace panties.

sherlock moaned softly, grinning.

"you are in a lot of trouble for teasing me, miss." joan said as she pulled down the panties, tossing them on the floor. she slid a finger between her folds, rubbing her thumb over sherl's clit, making her gasp. joan grinned and continued to rub her clit, watching sherl fall apart underneath her, bucking her hips up for more. joan pushed her hips down, kissing above her waist line, pulling her thumb away. "i am going to devour you." joan growled, nipping at the skin on sherl's thigh. "i am going to devour you and you are going to lay here and be a good girl. got it?" joan asked and bit the other thigh.

sherlock nodded. "yes captian," she breathed.

joan grinned and kissed up sherlock's body as she slipped a finger into her cunt, making the woman underneath her moan happily.

y'all though you was gettin' lesbian smut. i can't even write gay smut as it is, so this is enough. sorry.