Johnlock Oneshots

Sex Holiday

John watched as the wind blew through Sherlock's hair and the moon light up his skin. John got up from the bed and walked onto the balcony and rested his elbows on the rail.

"Let's get dinner." John suggested.

"I'll get ready." Sherlock walked back inside the bungalow. John took one more look at the dark beach and walked back inside, getting ready alongside his husband. Neither of them felt like anything fancy, so they found a food truck and ate there instead. When they got back, Sherlock disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door, which he never does. John just ignored it and changed into his usual white t-shirt and silk blue pajama bottoms.

He heard the bathroom door click and that's when he started talking. "Do you want to watch a film," John turned to Sherlock. "Or go for another- oh my god."

John's jaw dropped when he saw Sherlock all dressed up. He was all dressed up in a black lingerie, wearing extraordinary lacey black panties that his hardened cock was showing through, his lengthy legs covered in black stockings, and black heels, making him taller than he already is.

"Shit," John breathed.

"Like what you see?" Sherlock asked seductively. 

John turned his attention to his face and noticed the red lipstick he was wearing. "You don't even know."

Sherlock took long strides over to John, bending down and giving him a kiss. Sherlock kicked the heels off and pushed John back onto the bed, straddling him. "Tonight, you will do as I say." Sherlock whispered into John's ear.

"Yes, sir."

Sherlock worked on unbuttoning John's shirt, leaving red kisses down his torso. The trousers came off next, and Sherlock had fun with teasing John. John was so painfully hard and Sherlock rolled his hips a few times, making John buck his hips up, but Sherlock held them down. Sherlock also mouthed John through his soaked pants. When Sherlock finalky removed the pants, John let out a sharp breath because Sherlock's mouth instantly latched onto his throbbing cock.

"Sherlock..." John struggled to say. "Fuck," he moaned.

Sherlock took John's full legnth, swriling his tongue at the same time, and coming of with a pop.

"Do that again. Please."

Sherlock chuckled and did it again. And again. And again. He did it for the fifth time before John came down his throat.

"You're so amazing." John panted.

"I haven't even started yet." Sherlock got off the bed and stood at the end. John propped himself up on his elbows to see what he was doing. Slowly, Sherlock took the black lacey panties off and crawled back onto the bed, getting right back on top of John. He reached over the side of the bed and picked up the bottle of lube. He coated two fingers in lubricant and leaned back on his elbows, inserting the two fingers inside of him.

His mouth turned into a perfect 'o' shape and John almost came again. John watched as the two slick fingers went in and out of Sherlock at slow pace.

John grabbed Sherlock's hand and pulled it out of him, pulling him on top of him. Sherlock moaned in suprise when he landed right on John's throbbing cock.

"Let me do the work," Sherlock breathed in John's ear. He took John's hands off his hips and put them above his head. Sherlock placed his hands on John's chest and started moving.

John wanted to pound into Sherlock like there was no tomorrow. Sherlock was being a tease and was going unseasonably slow. "You're such a...tease." John groaned.

Sherlock smirked, "You love it." he let out a feminine moan.

"I wouldn't have married ya if I didn't."

Sherlock grinned and started rolling his hips. He leaned down and sucked on John's neck. John moved his hands down to Sherlock's hips and held onto them, helping him.

"Make me scream," Sherlock breathed in John's ear, giving it a lick.

John gripped Sherlock's hips tighter and planted his feet, pounding into Sherlock, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Sherlock came with a loud moan and begged John to go faster. John obeyed and went as fast as he could getting closer and closer with every moan that was drawn out of Sherlock's mouth. When John came, Sherlock turned into a limp noodled and laid on top of him.

"Fuck," Sherlock panted, getting off of John and laging next to him. "Ready for round two?"

John instanlty got on top Sherlock. "You bet your arse I am."