Johnlock Oneshots

A Quickie

John and Sherlock were in desperate need of a break. Rosie was a handful.  They loved her dearly, but she was just too much to handle. She was a light sleeper and with one little noise from their bedroom, she'd start crying. It took about a good thirty minutes to calm her down and that's how most their night went. Today, Mrs. Hudson offered to watch Rosie while they got some rest.

John pushed the toys out of his chair and sat down. "How much time do you think we have?" He asked.

"Mabye an hour or two before Mrs. Hudson get tired." Sherlock replied.

John got up from his chair and walked to Sherlock, straddling his lap. He started to kiss Sherlock's neck. Sherlock let his head fall back, needing this. They haven't shagged in weeks becasue every time they tried, Rosie would wake up and start to cry. Sherlock ran a hand through John's hair, tugging it some. He pulled his head back and gave him a sloppy kiss. 

John unbuckled Sherlock's belt, unzipping his trousers. He moaned softly when he felt Sherlock's hardened cock spring out of his trousers.

"Hurry up and get your trousers off so I can fuck you." Sherlock growled, playfully biting John's ear. John grinned and got off of Sherlock. "Pants too."

John took off his trousers and pants, pulling Sherlock's trousers and pants down before getting back on him. Sherlock positioned himself, so when John sat down, he'd be going down on him. A moan of pleasure left John's lips as Sherlock went into him.

"Now be quiet, we don't want Mrs. Hudson hearing us. Do we?"

John bit his lip and shook his head.

"Good boy," Sherlock grinned. He ran his long, pale fingers up John's shirt, pushing it up and attacking his nipples with his tongue. John pushed his self closer to Sherlock and Sherlock moved his hands down to John's ass, helping move.

John whimpered, trying not to moan aloud. "Sherlock," He choked out. "Please. I-I can't.....hold it."

"Fine, but you're getting punished when Molly watches Rosie."

John let out a fairly loud moan, almost loud enough for Mrs. Hudson to hear. Sherlock planted his feet on the ground and started to pound into John. Between Sherlock pounding into John and him licking and nipping at his nipples, he was about to burst like a ballon. And he did.

"Oh, you bad boy. Moan one more time and you're not going to like it." John bit his lip, to the point where it was almost bleeding, as Sherlock went harder into him. John held onto Sherlock's shirt for dear life, trying not to moan. He knew that this wouldn't be over until Sherlock came.

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and moved them to the floor, pounding into John even harder than before. John did everything to hold back the moans. Nothing worked. Right when he opened his mouth Sherlock put his hand over his mouth, knowing that it'd be loud. And it was, even though it was muffled.

Sherlock came hard and deep inside of John. His thrusts got slower as he slowly pulled out. He stood up, pulling his pants and trousers back on.

"You got come on my shirt. We'll definitely have a fun time this weekend." Sherlock walked back to their room to change, leaving an out of breath John laying on the floor half dressed.

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