SHERLOCK SMUT

Sir Part One

Warnings: rough sex, spanking, hair gripping, against the wall, language, oral (both female and male receiving), mouth fucking, sir kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected, bdsm, dominant Sherlock, praising kink.

Word count: 2952
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You woke up naked, still in Sherlock's bed. He's facing you, blue eyes staring you down.

He doesn't say anything, he just smiles as he brings his hand to rest on your thigh. You relax into his touch as you continue to stare into his eyes, a small smile growing on your lips as well.

Your stomach curls up inside as his hand travelings further up your thigh. You were slowly beginning to see what he was doing. "What are you getting at, Holmes? "You ask.

He furrows his eyebrows"I don't know what you're talking about, love "He murmurs softly, his hand moving higher to your exposed pussy. You squeeze your legs together, trying to fight the arousal that is building up inside you but instead he forcefully moves your legs apart.

"Did I say you could do that? "He asks, his voice low as you squirm underneath him. "No sir "You breath out and he smirks devilishly at this as he begins to rub softly at your clit, chuckling only when you flinched at his touch

He gets on top of you, his fingers dipping into your folds. You writhe under his touch and reached for his hand as he teases you, just barely dipping his finger inside of you. "Sherlock "You whine only for him to remove his hands from you completely and hold your hands above your head.

"Sir "You say, "I meant sir "

"Good girl "He praises, removing his hands to rub at your clit, it clearly wasn't enough, but he wasn't giving you any more than he wanted to.

This whole thing "Sir" thing was new, you'd only started using it recently and while the thought of Sherlock being dominant towards you turned you on, you still slipped up sometimes.

Sherlock thought that the best way to get you used to it was simple: scold you when you're bad and praise you when you're good. It honestly seemed to be be working because every time he scolded you, you were quick to correct yourself, especially if he were to reward you in any way.

Every time he said "Good girl "Your stomach curled up inside and you would get a sense of triumph and a certain need to please him.

He dipped his finger into your folds once again, careful not to give you exactly what you wanted because it was clear that he wanted to you beg. "Sir.."You whined, shimmying your hips only a little.

"What do you need, my love? "He asks, willing you to respond to him. "Sir... "You whine again, moving your hips against his finger to get as much friction as you were able to get.

You could feel him curling his fingers inside of you, and he began to pull them away and out of reflex you grip his wrist and he looks up to you, a devilish smirk on his face. "Please, Sir "You moaned out.

"Please what? What does my good girl want? "He asked pushing his fingers farther inside of you, scissoring you, opening you up.

"Please Fuck me, S-Sir, need it "You cry, your body responding to his fingers eagerly. "Want my
cock? "He hummed, curling his fingers and uncurling them as you buck against them.

God it was so early.

"Yes "you moaned out breathily, his fingers are covered in slick and they're still inside you, curling and uncurling, thrusting and pulling away, the wet noise of your pussy is drowning in and you want to cum so bad.

"S-Sir "You stutter. He loves how responsive you are, it turns him on, makes him rock hard.. and helps him know when you're going to cum.

He moves his fingers faster and you almost yell as your arch your back unwillingly. "Go on "He encourages, looking up at you, "be a good girl and cum on my fingers "He groans against you and it only makes you needier.