SHERLOCK SMUT

The Office

Warnings: dirty talk, trying to be quiet, public sex? riding, language, masturbation, unprotected, dominant Sherlock, bdsm, soft sex, fingering, squirting, oral (both male and female receiving) phone sex, sexting, restraints.

Enjoy.

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Most people think that Sherlock is some giant ego seeking asshole, that he's just a machine and a freak, maybe they even think he's heartless but he's not.

He has feelings and he's loving, and caring, especially towards you and just like every other man he was wired the same way.

Mind always on sex.

He came to your work place with a lunch bag and was not trying too rip your clothes off and get you bent over your office desk and you're a bit suspicious.

When he walks in his eyes immediately catch yours and he has this weird look on his face like he was waiting for the right moment... to do what he really wants to do.

He closes your door and locks it, that little gesture right there gave it all away, he isn't here to give you your lunch, he's just acting like it.

He walks over to you, a small smile plastered on his face just reminding you how extremely posh he is.

You and Sherlock have been dating for three years and you've just recent started to be sexually active together (which you should have done a long time ago) and it's been a wild ride, like he's been trying to compress years of teasing into one sitting or should I say.. fucking?

He walks up to your desk and sets the bag down right on the edge. "Hey "He says to you, smile still there. "Hey "You reply back to him and you're trying to hold back laughter.

"Stop being weird and get over here "He tells you and that's really all you need to let out a small giggle and walk over to him in which he wraps his arms around you protectively.

You look up to him then stand on your tippy toes to give him a kiss which he completely fall into, his eyes closing and he's kissing you back like he's needed you all day.

When you pull away his whole expression has changed. You back up a little and his arms fall from you. You look down and there's already a bulge in his pants, you don't know how he's made it to your office if he's been thinking about you in this skirt all day.

Your hand slowly makes it way in between you both and he's looking down, watching your every move. "What are you really here for, Sherl? "You ask him, rubbing his hard cock through his dress pants. "I think you've already got it all sorted out in your head "He mutters and the change in his voice is already seductive, causing you to feel certain things in places where you shouldn't be, not a work.

You're still rubbing him through his pants and he's trying not to break but you're pushing him off the edge. "I've told you that you have to control yourself when I'm not with you "You tell him and he simply lets out a breath.

"You know I can't do that "He struggles, pushing his hips up a little, pushing himself a little father into your touch and he's not wrong, he can't control himself, not for the past week because you've been wearing skirts, particularly just to tease him.

You grip him, adding a bit more pressure and he practically jumps at your touch. "Fuck.. "He curses under his breath, his hands moving quickly as he picks you up, sitting you onto your desk.

His hand is immediately up your skirt, rubbing at you through your panties which elicits a soft moan from your lips, he rubs there with his left hand, his fingers on your clit are beginning to drive you crazy.