Johnlock Oneshots

Bad Cop

John and Sherlock were undercover and John was playing bad cop. Everytime a suspect wouldn't give answers, John would get aggressive, and Sherlock would get turned on. When they got back to their hotel, Sherlock would go straight to the bathroom and wouldn't come out for a while. Eventually, John caught on and decided to help Sherlock after theu got back.

"Sherlock, you alright?" John asked, knocking on the door.

He heard a strain grunt, "Fine." John opened the door and Sherlock already had his trousers on and he was washing his hands. "I said I was fine." Sherlock spat and pushed passed John.

Later in the night John got out of bed and went to the couch where Sherlock was laying in his mind palace.

He got on top of his and Sherlock's eyes jolted open. "What?"

John just smirked and leaned down. "I know what you want." he said and kissed Sherlock's neck. John worked the buttons on Sherlock's shirt and left kisses on his bare chest. Once we got to Sherlock's trousers, he stopped and looked up.

"Please, John," he breathed. John grinned and undid his trousers.

"Are you going to be good for me?" John asked, palming Sherlock's throbbing erection.

"Yes!" he moaned.

John smirked and plamed Sherlock again while he unbuttoned Sherlock's purple shirt. Sherlock melted uder John's touch and needed more of him. John went up and kissed Sherlock, grinding on him. Sherlock threw his head back and moaned and John just chuckled.

"In order for me to do this, you have to be quiet. We don't want any complaints, and if you're too loud, I'll stop."

Sherlock nodded and whimpered a bit when he felt John's hand in his pants. John pulled Sherlock's trousers and pants completly off of him and tossed them on the floor.

John gently took Sherlock's hardened cock in his hand and kissed the tip. He  lightly sucked on it and Sherlock lost it.

Sherlock put one hand in John's hair and gripped it tightly. He covered his mouth with his other hand and let out a loud, muffled moan.

John smirked and looked up at him as he took the full length of Sherlock, then bobbing his head.

"Fuck!" Sherlock groaned. "I'm gonna....gonna come," Sherlock said strained.

John smirked again and bobbed his head faster, taking Sherlock's full length a few times before his mouth filled with Sherlock. He came off with a 'pop' and looked at Sherlock who's eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. 

"I can do more." John said, kissing Sherlock's neck and down his torso. "But we have to do it in bed."

Sherlock got up, shredding his shirt, and running to John's bed. John chuckled and followed after him, taking his shirt and pajama bottoms off in the process.

"This time," John said, getting on top of Sherlock. "You have to be extra, extra, quiet."

Sherlock nodded and pulled John on top of him, taking his pants off.

"I am going to turn that pretty little arse red and you won't be able to sit." John said harshly into Sherlock's ear, bitting it.

"Do it," Sherlock moaned.

John chuckled deeply and flipped Sherlock onto his stomach, roughly shoving into him.

After four rounds, the hotel room smelled of sweat and sex and John and Sherlock were tangled up together under the sheets. John was right, it did hurt when Sherlock tried to sit, and when they got back to the hotel room the next night, John wrecked him again.

A/N: i was going to write tbe fucking part but im tired and just thought youball needed a little smjt and something that was better than the last two chapters.