Trigger warnins: Detailed smut, if you don't like this kind of stuff, just scroll to the next chapter. There will also be scars and mention of self harm.
y/n's pov/
After Mary and John left home I went to the kitchen making my way over to the fridge. As I opened it's door I was blinded by the light inside. I squished my eyes shut and then slowly opened them adjusting to the brightness of the light. Damn that light! I quickly scanned contents inside the fridge and turned my head to look at Sherlock, but he wasn't sitting in his chair anymore. Then I felt two arms rest around my waist and Sherlock put his head on my shoulder.
„What do you fancy for dinner Sherl?" I questioned him turning my attention back to the fridge. After a few seconds of silence his head lifted and I felt his breath against the side of my neck.
„ You." He sayed in a low tone freezing me to the spot. His voice sounded so deep and full of lust it had send shivers down my spine. If he wouldn't be holding me by my waist my knees would surely give up. I slowly closed the fridge and turned to look at him.
„ Oh is that so?" I teased with playful smirk that crossed my lips.
„Mhm..." He hummed smirking as well. „ I'll gladly remind you of your promise earlier." He leaned closer to me, so our noses were tuching and his breath warmed my lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and he intended to continue this until I will beg. But he would not have it that easily. I intended to tease him as much as he did me, so I leaned even closer to him brushing my lips against his.
„I don't recall nothing like this. You'll have to refresh my memory a little bit more." I whispered seductively gazing up into his eyes, then at his lips and back to his eyes. His hand reached up to my cheek and pulled me to him closing our eyes kissing softly. I deepened the kiss even more enjoying the moment and burning with excitement and lust what will happen next. Our kissing started to get heated more and more by every second, when suddenly he pulled away lightly.
„ Do you recall now?" He whispered.
„ I'm not sure..., but I'm starting to remember. Just keep going, I think it's working." I smiled innocently and he smashed his lips back on mine. He licked on my bottom lip asking for entrance. I kept my mouth shut to tease him a bit more, but then he took my lip in between his teeth and bit lightly, yet still earning a moan from me. Taking the opportunity he slipped his tongue in my mouth and explored every single inch of it. His hands traveled from my waist to my hips and he caressed them slowly making me even more hungry for him then I alredy was. My hands were wrapped around his neck tangling tips of my fingers in his curly locks massaging his scalp lightly. He moaned at my actions allowing me to bit at his lip taking him by surprise. He squeezed my hips and took back his dominance quicker then I stole it for a mere blink of an eye. But to be fair, it was so worth it. His hands slid under my thights and he swung me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly as he carried me to our bedroom. As soon as he stepped through the door he had me pinned against the wall and started to kiss his way down my neck sucking and biting lightly here and there. I felt myself getting wet more with every contact Sherlock's hands and lips made with my skin. He pulled away from my neck and motioned for me to take my shirt off, which I did without hesitation and wasting time. His lips then continued it's way down slowly resting on my colar bone. I moaned when he found my sweet spot and continued to suck on it eagerly. My hands traveled from around his neck down his chest and slowly back up begining to unbutton his shirt. I pushed it down his shoulders and he helped me take it all the way off. I lightly ran my fingertips along his perfect abs mesmerized by the sight infront of me. He walked me to the bed and carefully laid me on the sheets. He crawled on top of me and kissed me passionately. His hand slowly reached down unbuttoning my pants and starting to slide them down. He then looked at me just in my underwear, exposed, waiting for him to take me. His eyes traveled from my ankles up, but he stopped in his track, staring on my thights with wide eyes. That was the moment I realised he didn't see my thights since he came back. I had several big deep cuts on the top of my thights now scarred with a bit of reddened flesh around them. It wasn't infection, the scars just weren't fully healed yet. I didn't want him to see me like that. My hands went to cover myself up, but he catched my wrists. I looked at him with tears forming in my eyes and then quickly turned my gaze to the side. His grip on my hands loosened and he cupped my face in his palms turning me to look at him.
