Your smile and kiss his cheek, bringing your lips up to his ear. "I'll let you in on a little secret... I'm only brave when I'm not alone, and when I'm alone... I think of the people who love me, John, and Ms. Hudson, and-" He turns his face to yours, and smiles, kissing you softly. "And of you, Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective."
You lay on the bed, glancing over an article in the paper. "Ugh". You glance up to the man at the root of the sigh. He's standing in the door frame, leaning casually against it. "Why do you read that garbage?" Sherlock complains.
"Well Mr. consulting detective," you start, pulling off your chunky reading glasses "perhaps if you actually told me about your cases once in a while, I wouldn't."
He crosses the room smoothly, his gait barely swaying. "Alright, I'll tell you a story." Your face lights up. "It's a peculiar case that I refer to as, the blushing lover." He grins and settles next to you on the bed.
"Well?" You ask with wide eyes. He smiles at you, a twinge of emotion hidden behind his eye.
"It's about a girl, a pretty, young thing. She loved a man so much, and she showed him in every way she could. The man loved her back, but he had a good bit of trouble expressing it." Sherlock squeezes your hand gently. "He felt bad about it, but could never find the right words to tell her. So instead he decided to show her instead." Carefully, he grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss.
“Sherlock-” you start to say.
“Just, trust me on this one?” he sighs, and you nod in response, letting your mind be engulfed by thoughts of him. He kisses you softly, running his hands over your shoulders and down your arms. “(f/n), I love you so much.” Smoothly, his hands caress your arms and your shoulders, slipping of your shirt in one fluid motion. He lowers his head and kisses your neck, trailing his lips down to your breast. Slyly he tugs of your bra. His calloused hands massage your body, leaving you longing for more of him. “I have never loved any animate being like I love you. You are absolutely perfect.” You blush a cherry red.
“And I love you, Sherlock Holmes, Consulting detective, more than I have ever loved anyone. Ever.” He kisses you, that perfect way that leaves you swirling with emotions of love, curiosity, and mostly lust. You reach for him and begin to unbutton the to-tight purple dress shirt. Just as you finish, he grabs your hand and pulls you up out of the bed. He tugs of your pants, along with your panties. You quickly return the favor, blushing a shade darker as you free his erect cock.
Quickly, he lifts you up off the ground, guiding your legs around his waist. He steps forward enough that your back is to the wall and again claims your lips. Aching for him, you whimper softly, tightening your grip on his shoulder. He responds with a sly smiling, guiding his erection to your opening without so much as breaking the kiss. Your body shudders with anticipation as you feel his head just barely brushing your hot, wet, cunt.
He lowers you at a pace almost tantalizingly slow. As he fills you, you exhale heavily, opening your eyes to meet his gaze directly matching with yours. You moan as he claims you mouth once again. He shifts your weight on his knee and carries you to the bed. He leans over you as he begins thrusting, ever so slowly increasing his pace. Breathing heavily you moan his name, begging for a harder fuck. He obliges, thrusting into you harder and faster. You curl your fingers into his shoulder, pulling him into a kiss. He nips and bites at your lips, pulling you abdomen up closer to his with one arm. Your body rocks in unison with his thrusts, matching his pace perfectly. You pant heavily as he drives into your aching body relentlessly. Arching your back and curling your toes, you moan, nearing your climax.
“ah- God- I-I’m going to-” you pant as your muscles tighten. “Sh-Sherlock!” you moan as he presses a thumb to your clit, throwing you into a harsh orgasm.
“Ah- Damn.” He pants, thrusting into you roughly a few more times before he spills his hot seed into you. He pulls out slowly, and sighs heavily. “Damn.” He repeats, eliciting a soft chuckle from you.
“Was it that good?” you chuckle, kissing him softly.
“perfect.” He smiles, laying down beside you and cradling your body with his own. The two of you fit perfectly with the other’s body, like a puzzle piece made for none other. He presses his lips to you shoulder and your neck, holding you with one arm around your middle. “And so he showed her. And it really was no mystery of how much he loved her.” You smile as you close your eyes, falling into a soft sleep.
Well I did promise it would be up by today. it ended up getting deleted twice, so this is the third version. fun. kk well i hope you enjoy it and the epilogue will be up later today.
There are hardly any Sherlock x reader lemons out there but you have written two! *gets on my knees and bows* I worship you
Iz that a purple shirt of sex ref?
God damn! That was awesome!