Requested?: Yes
Prompt: None
Timing: Not specified by requester (but ofc TGAA times)
Type of oneshot: Lemon
Reader's Age: Not Specified/I can't be bothered looking up how old Sherlock is
Reader's Occupation: Not specified/Your Choice
Reader's Relations: Sherlock's significant other (cause for this reader-chan is gn)
Warnings: Smut...
Other notes: As I said with the last TGAA oneshot, I prefer to use the Scarlett Study translated names, rather than the official ones... this is just my own personal opinion, so please don't tell me I shouldn't, as your comment will be ignored. Also thanks to ResoluteCute for writing this for me, as I've lost my smut touch... I just can't write them anymore...
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It was hot. A little too hot for my liking.
Currently, my boyfriend, The 'Great Detective' Sherlock Holmes, was laying on top of me, half-asleep and he refused to get off, regardless of my constant complaining. He knew how hot it was during this time of year in Britain, and it was simply too much to bear when he wasn't letting me breathe because of his tight embrace around my hips.
"S-Sher, please... It's too hot outside for this kind of... Intimacy."
All of a sudden, he started to giggle. He was like a child in a man's body, laughing as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in existence. Yet, the sound of his joy was so... adorable that I couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, please..." he said in between stifled giggles, "you consider this intimacy, my dear?"
"W-Well, you are rather... close to me. That is the general definition of intimacy."
"My, my.. It seems I need to show you the real definition of intimacy, my dear. This certainly is not how I would define it."
"H-Huh?"
To be completely honest, I was more than a little confused. Not only by his words, but by his actions. I watched, puzzled, as he got off of me and headed toward the door. And in one swift motion, the lock clicked, and no one could enter.
"...Sherlock?"
He smirked, "Not to worry, my dear. I'm sure I won't do anything that you'll find unpleasant."
As he said this, with one innocent, mischievous wink, he blew out the only candle lighting up the room. It was pitch black inside my bedroom, and I had no idea what Sherlock was about to do.
"Sherlock... Where are you..?"
"Right here, my dear.." he whispers in a low, sultry voice. Though, it didn't seem like he was next to you, or behind you, but rather... right where your legs were.
And those suspicions were correct. Soon enough, a pair of soft hands run down your thighs, making you quiver.
"Sherlock!"
"Whatever's the matter, my dear? I'm just showing you what I believe intimacy is..."
I could feel his warm lips on my skin. It felt as if the tension was so much, it was thickening the air around me. As if it wasn't hot enough in here already...
He didn't stop at just kissing, either. He traced every part of my body, covering me in his affection. Every move, every kiss, every touch gave me butterflies. He had a control on me that I couldn't quite understand, and maybe, that was what I found so thrilling about it.
When he was satisfied with the amount of times he'd kissed my body, he strived for more. Something passionate, that will get me to be into this as much as he wanted me to be. And this desire made him think, and like the Great Detective he is, he reached a conclusion.
What better way to set your heart on fire than a kiss on the lips?
He didn't stop to think it through, and I could tell. One moment, he was kissing my thighs, and the next, I could feel his hot breath on my face, his hands on my cheeks. I couldn't see him, but just the sensation as his lips collided with mine was maddening.
All evening, I'd been planning to get some rest, but with a man such as Sherlock Holmes, I should have expected the unexpected. I certainly didn't expect the night to go like this, but I wasn't complaining. Not one bit.
His kisses were slow and rough, burning with desire for more. So much so, it was hard to keep up with his rhythm. He was always so gentle, so soft when it came to kissing, but during times like this, he was a whole other man.
Once I finally got some time to breathe, I heard him pant, "..May I?"
I nodded, but you realised he couldn't see me, so I hummed in approval instead.
"..T-Thank you, my dear."
Leaving a sweet kiss on my forehead, he started taking off his pants, while I simultaneously took off what I was wearing as well.
One everything's off, he pulled me close, placing both my legs on his shoulders. He seemed to hesitate for a second, but that second didn't last long, because the next thing I knew was a blinding pleasure.
He was moving inside me, slow at first, but eventually he picked up speed, further increasing the volume of my moans. Not only that, but he was moaning rather loudly as well, the sound emanating from his stomach and turning into a groan once it reaches his throat. It was definitely fortunate Iris wouldn't be home tonight..
After a few minutes, I felt him slow down, panting and sighing.
"Tired?" I was barely able to mutter out. He nodded, his face red and his eyes pleading for me to take the lead. I eagerly obeyed his wordless command as I pushed him down and got on top of him. I lined myself up and he was inside of me once again. I swore I heard him sigh in relief.
My arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in to kiss me. He tasted of chamomile tea.. It looked like someone was having trouble sleeping. No wonder he was refusing to let me go earlier.
"(Y-(Y/n).."
"Shh.. I know.."
He twitched inside of me, and I could tell how desperately close he was. His nails were scratching my back, yet his fingertips felt so warm on my heated skin..
He leaned in to kiss me one more time, and this time, without any warning whatsoever, I felt a hot liquid roll down my thigh. I got off from on top of him and laid beside him, smiling. I couldn't tell if he was smiling too, but he was definitely happy. He had been smothering me in kisses ever since he achieved his orgasm.
"Now do you understand what 'intimacy' is, my dear?"
"Y-Yeah.. I definitely get it now."
He gave me yet another sweet kiss on the forehead. "Thank you, my dear.. Truly."
"..Hmph. I just hope you clean up this mess you made on the sheets tomorrow morning."
"Is there any way we can negotiate on those terms..?" His voice sounded playful, so I could tell he was joking, but you still rolled your eyes.
"Nope. Goodnight, sweetheart."
He sighed in frustration as I giggled and kissed his cheek. "..Goodnight, darling.."
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Again, thanks to Res, for writing this for me (: thanks Friend. You may request any oneshot you like as repayment for writing this for me (:
