Sherlock: Oneshots and Imagines [request open]

(Smut) Sit here: Sherlock x reader

Warning: Thigh riding, Exhibitionist, Pet names, Daddy kink, dom!Sherlock,

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"You're aroused,"

You snapped your head up from the words on your phone to see Sherlock still in typing on his phone. "What?"

"You..." he sent another text and looked to you, "are aroused, didn't you hear me?"

"I thought I misheard you," you scoff and sink further.

"Why?"

"Because Sherlock Holmes just acknowledged an emotion,"

"Y/n, we've been friends for a long time, you and I both know I'm not incapable, I just disregard it," he hums, settling further in his chair. "Why are you even aroused? I thought you went on a two days ago," Sherlock clenched his jaw lightly before sipping at his tea.

"Yeah, didn't turn out well, so now I'm just- Never mind," you cough.

"Why aren't you in your room? Thought you would be moping around if it didn't go well," he points to your room down the hall.

"Sorry, I didn't think you notice the fact your damn experiments have an odor which I can smell from in there," unlocking your phone again and putting your headphones on to drown anything out.

Sherlock scoffs and watches as you continue to read. Getting tired of your shifting, he used a small trick to see what was so... interesting in the form of literature on your screen. Fingers tap away before he was able to pull up what your eyes were focused on.

A small smirk forms on his lips for a short moment before he sends a small reply to a text then stuffs his phone away.

His eyes graze over your body for a second before he threw a pen right at you. You caught the object before it hit, snapping a glare to him, "what??"

"Come here,"

"No,"

"Come here, now, Y/n,"

You looked suspiciously at him, holding your phone tight in one hand before marching over. "What?"

"Sit on my lap," he says simply making you furrow your brows. "You didn't mishear me, come and sit in my lap." You slowly do so but he sighs, bending one of your legs and positions until you were straddling his thigh.

"What are you doing?" You stutter out in shock.

"Helping you, princess," his hand placed itself on your waist, moving to your hip. "Don't think I don't know what you're reading... about me,"

Your teeth bit down on your cheeks as heat swarmed over your complexion. "I don't know what you're talking about, Sherlock," you curse yourself internally for sounding so nervous.

"If you didn't want this then you can leave right now," he took away his hand which made your heart sink. "If you do then start riding,"

Both feet planted on the ground, whilst Sherlock thought you would stand up, instead you started to move. Your core throbbed at the friction between his trousers and your own clothes.

"That's a good girl," he smirks a certain way you've never thought you'd see. Sherlock pulled you closer to a large part of his thigh, heart racing when you muffled your moan. "Moan for daddy, Y/n, you know no one his home,"

That definitely wasn't in the smut your just read...

Your hooded gaze widened with pupils blown out of proportion as your teeth bit down a little against your lip. A small audible moan left your lips making Sherlock breathe out heavily from his own racing pulse, though he acted like it hadn't effected him.

When your legs started to loose strength, Sherlock moved your hold from your thighs to his chest and shoulders to cling on. "Don't be so shy, princess,"

You bucked your hips roughly as teeth nibbled harshly on your lips. They hung low as you couldn't suppress a loud mewl anymore. "Fuck- oh, god, yes," you lean forward and pressure your head against Sherlock.

"Do you like riding daddy's thigh? Hm?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you breathe out focusing on the rhythmic grinding. Your arousal slowly damped the fabric between your both but this furthered you, pushing you to reach your high. Tilting your head to the side, you start to kiss Sherlock's neck softly, his own hand curling around the nape of your neck to make you meet his lips.

His fingers grabbed a hold of your lower back squeezing it then tracing down to the front. He held his fingers there, circling slowly compared to your desperate thrusts along his thigh.

"Oh, bloody hell," John shielded his eyes as he walked into the living room with groceries.

"Keep going, princess," Sherlock said sternly into your ear the moment you stopped. "Hello, John,"

"Are you not going to stop??"

"No," Sherlock smiles as you buried you face into his chest from the situation which in some odd way turned you on more. "Did I say stop?"

You hadn't noticed your halted movements. "No,"

"No?"

"No, daddy," you whisper hoping John wouldn't hear... but he did, loud and clear.

"Great, wonderful, I'm going to go," he dropped the food and rushed to his room upstairs as Sherlock chuckles.

"You like that? You like letting everyone know you belong to daddy?"

"Yes, sir, I belong to you," you shudder out with a hung open mouth, Sherlock slipping his coated fingers in. Moaning against his skin, you feel him remove them and kiss down your neck, right above your pulse. "Fuck, Sherlock!"

Letting the built up tension in your core snap, your body gave way, leaning fully on Sherlock moved a little to help it ride out. "Good girl," he laughs a little. "Was that exciting enough?"

"Mhm," you sigh out. "John walking in was weirdly like the story,"

"You're welcome," Sherlock moved you to his other leg.

"You... planned that??"

"For my enjoyment as well as yours," he eyes the mess on his other leg and tuts. "Such a mess you made, princess, that needs to be taken care of,"

"Something else needs to be taken care of," you smirk and eyes his trousers, kissing him hungrily.

"Bedroom?"

"Make it yours," you let out a breathless laugh as he lifts you up and carries you right to his room, slamming the door shut with his foot.

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- Anna ❤️