Just Some Johnlock Oneshots

Fluffy John

I based this on the fanart above (which isn't my work). I think fluffy John is so cute! Also this is UniLock in their last year of school and they share an flat close to campus. 

In the early hours of Friday morning there was a knock on the door. John shifted around in bed and Sherlock quickly flipped the covers off of himself in hopes of not waking his boyfriend. Sherlock threw on his silk bathrobe and padded out of their shared room and into the front hallway. With a yawn, he unlocked the door and opened it to see a Detective Inspector from Scotland Yard.

"Good morning, Sherlock," Greg piped.

Sherlock glared and opened the door further so the man with dark hair already streaking gray could enter the flat. "What do you want? It's six in the morning and you know John and I don't have classes today.

"Hm aren't you a lovely morning person," Greg muttered under his breath. "There's been another issue with money being stolen from the school. My division just got started working on it, but I figured we could use an extra hand."

"Fine," Sherlock mumbled. "It's terribly dull though." The young men walked to the living room and the curly haired consulting detective draped himself over his black leather armchair, head hanging over one armrest and feet off the other.

"You want some tea?" Lestrade asked, figuring he could at least be nice after getting the college student up so early. Sherlock just nodded, closed his eyes, and threw his head back even further off the chair. With a sigh Greg made two cups of tea in the small kitchen and brought them over to the sitting area. He settled himself into John's red armchair and began explaining the details of the case to Sherlock. After four minutes and 37 seconds, Sherlock had already solved the case but let Lestrade continue rambling on about useless pieces of evidence. He had just started to silently retreat into his mind palace when a soft yawn jerked him back into the outside world.

John stood in the doorway of the sitting room rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Lock?" He yawned. Greg's eyes widened as he took in his friend's appearance. Of course John didn't notice the DI's presence and wasn't concerned about shuffling around in only a pale yellow fuzzy sweatshirt with 'Soft Kitty' written over the front, his classic pair of red boxers, and mismatched patterned fuzzy socks slouched almost off his feet.

Sherlock felt his heat instantly turn tomato red and kept darting his eyes between Greg and his boyfriend's adorable frame. "J-John, why are you up? And where are your p-pants"

"It's cold without you in bed, love. I missed you," John murmured with another yawn. He stretched his arms over his head, exposing a stripe of tan skin beneath his shirt. "And I don't know, probably where you threw them last night." The blond finally got his eyes to open wide enough to realize there was another person in their sitting room. He was jolted awake and he covered his round blushing face with his hands. "Good morning, Greg," John sighed, mortified one of his closest friends caught him in such a cute state. He always tried to act really tough and 'manly' around everyone but Sherlock, when in reality he was a huge teddy bear. Most of his free time in the flat was spent wrapped up in his boyfriend's arms.

"Oh, uh good morning John," Greg stumbled, his face a shade matching John and Sherlock's. "W-well, I think I've told you all I can right now. If you could come down sometime and-."

"Don't need to; I already solved it. It's the secretary who's having an affair with one of the professors."

"Alright then. You could have told me sooner rather than wasting my time and we wouldn't have got in this," Greg gestures around the room, "embarrassing situation."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, attempting to look nonchalant, but the deep blush still apparent on his face gave him away. "Well you wasted my time. Goodbye."

John shifted from foot to foot and twisted his hands together. "Uh, sorry Greg. Have a good day." Lestrade just nodded in thanks and walked out of that flat as fast as he could.

Sherlock moved to sit upright and extended his arms out to his boyfriend. "Come here baby," He smirked. John playfully rolled his eyes but walked across the small sitting room to straddle the tall man's lap.

"You could have told me Greg was here," John murmured while pressing soft kisses all over the pale skin of Sherlock's face.

"I was very busy."

"Hm, it didn't sound like it."

"Shh," Sherlock teased and shut his boyfriend up with a kiss. He moved his hands down to rest on John's arse before giving it a gentle squeeze. "Did I ever tell you this is my favorite outfit on you?"

"No, I don't believe you have," John grinned and tilted his head back in bliss when Sherlock began kissing his neck.

"You're so fluffy but incredibly sexy at the same time. My favorite combination." John chuckled and moved to kiss Sherlock on his deliciously plump lips. "I could just eat you up baby," Sherlock muttered against John's lips.

"Please do, Lock."

Sherlock slipped his hands under John's thighs and carried him into their bedroom. He gently laid his shorter boyfriend on the bed and pressed delicate kisses on his lips. "I love you John," He whispered between kisses and rested his hand over John's beating heart.

"I love you too Lock," John answered. He paused for a moment then let out a soft giggle. "You could say you've put a 'Lock' on my heart."

Sherlock rolled his sea blue eyes and smiled at John. "And what, is the key my dick?"

The blond burst into laughter and pulled Sherlock besides him on the bed. They began tickling each other and soon had tears streaming out of their eyes. They finally quieted and John propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over Sherlock's body. "How about we find out?" He asked with a rakish smirk. His boyfriend responded with an equally seductive look and flipped them over before ravishing John's mouth with kisses.

Sorry it's kinda short, and just as a side note, I fully believe that BBC's Sherlock is a total bottom but it's cute to switch it up sometimes. :)