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Hostage

sherlock x f!reader

You, the princess of England are being held hostage, the news reaches Sherlock and he comes to save the day but what happens when he finds out your secret….

(slightly edited)

*changes from third person to first person randomly idk man😓

warnings: smut!, choking, lots of teasing, degradation, fingering, edging, blowjob, dom!sherlock, sub!reader, riding, slight exhibition?, eating out, riding, unprotected s3x!, overstimulation ig?

word count: 3.6K

On another boring Saturday afternoon in London, Sherlock is in desperate need of an interesting case, one that preferably involves the nobility. Inspector Lestrade abruptly comes knocking at Holmes’ residence incessantly, the door gets opened opened by Watson.

Before Watson can even greet him, the inspector runs up the stairs to find Sherlock. Watson follows him confound but curious as to what could be so urgent. Watson runs into the room panting, “The princess…” moving his hands to his knees to catch his breath.

“What about the princess?” Sherlock inquires indifferently. Inspector Lestrade walks towards Sherlock holding a letter sealed with a stamp from the royal family. “She’s been held hostage, I was told to go directly to you and avoid informing anyone else in the Scotland Yard.”

Sherlock grabs the letter and analyses it to determine its legitimacy, after noticing the quality of the letter and acknowledging the insignia on the envelope he raises his eyebrows and opens the envelope eagerly.

The letter reads:

Dear Mr Holmes, we hope that this letter reaches you well

The king and I are currently dealing with some affairs in Paris, France. Last night we received a peculiar call from someone claiming that they are holding our dear daughter, the princess hostage. We assumed it was a fabrication until we heard the screams and pleads of the princess over the telephone. We are not able to leave the country to attend to this matter so we came to the decision to let you handle this matter.

Here are the coordinates we received: 51.509364 -0.137686

Please ensure the safety of our daughter and deal with this matter quietly so that it does not reach the newspapers and you shall be reimbursed accordingly

-The Queen of England

“Watson, what do you think? Sherlock enquires while getting up and passing the letter to him. “Well, I can tell from the envelope alone that it’s genuine.” Watson replies while analysing the paper. Sherlock walks towards the door, “Well, shall we John?” John agrees adamantly and follows Sherlock.

As they arrive at the large abandoned quaint building, the scent of burnt materials hits them immediately and the sound of loud screams from a young woman. “Watson I need you to into hiding, and I shall signal for you when I need your assistance.” John nods and finds a discrete hiding spot that isn’t too far from the cries. Sherlock enters the derelict building soundly while observing its surroundings. He notices a torn up piece of paper on the ground and picks it up, the words are barely legible, the only word he can make out is “HELP”. He puts the paper in his pocket and continues on until he can hear a man’s voice.

He attempts to open the door and immediately breaks it down with immense force when he realises it’s locked. As the door falls to the ground he is met with a tall man with wide shoulders covered in all black clothing, holding a handgun. He notices the princess tied to the leg of a couch, tears running down her eyes, her hair messy as she starts screaming for help through the cloth covering her mouth. The large man moves closer and points is gun towards her instead of Sherlock. “You don’t look like the king or queen.” He says lowly with a thick Russian accent.

“Think of me as a representative, I was sent by them.” Sherlock casually takes a seat on the old, stained cushioned chair at the corner of the room.”Do you have the money?” The Russian man questions him. “Yes I do but we have to come to an agreement before that.” The Russian man stays silent for a second waiting to hear the terms . Sherlock moves his left leg to his right thigh and brings his right hand to his chin, “The bag is outside, as you can see, I’m sure the money will be more than enough, just leave the girl and you can run away without being apprehended.”

“So you want me to believe that you seriously came alone?” The Russian man inquires suspiciously. “You don’t have to believe me but I can tell you that I am not a part of the police force, look outside the door if you want to.”

The large man walks towards the door hesitantly and peaks outside before grabbing the back swiftly and sprinting , as he starts running Sherlock takes out startling gun and shoots up at the roof making sure that he doesn’t cause the ceiling to collapse. Watson hears the signal and waits at the exit of the building to capture the hostage taker.

As soon as Sherlock Holmes hears their footsteps get quiet he approaches you slowly, keeping his gaze on you. You look down feeling hot from his intense gaze. Sherlock bends down to face you directly and lifts your face to make you meet his eyes. He removes the cloth from your mouth but keeps his hands on her jaw. he brings your face close to his and whispers in your ear, “You really thought I wouldn’t know princess?”

You feel shivers down your spine as his whisper touches your ear, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You reply lowly averting your gaze while pretending to be clueless. Sherlock chuckles lowly sounding pissed off “This whole scheme.” He brings his other hand to her neck, tightening his grip slightly. You cough out, keeping quiet.

“You know if you’re going to plan a fake hostage scenario, maybe you shouldn’t make the location a building that your parents recently bought.” You remain silent from embarrassment. “You also shouldn’t leave a sample of your handwriting in the building.” Sherlock pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket, ”This is the exact same handwriting as the one in the letter.” Sherlock leans against the wall cockily “But I must say, the plan was almost foolproof, but then again I am Sherlock Holmes.” He stares into your eyes with a smug smirk. “But I am curious, what were you hoping to gain from this? I thought about it and my first conclusion was that you’re a bored princess who wanted something interesting in your life while your parents left the country.” Sherlock gets up on his feet and starts pacing the room slowly. “So you thought it would be fun to fool the greatest detective in England.”

“But now that I’m here and looking at you, I can tell what it is that you really want, your gaze says it all.” Sherlock stops pacing and walks towards the princess towering over with his hands in his pockets. “I am somewhat of an expert when it comes to body language and your eyes princess, are filled with lust when you look at me.”

You attempt to keep your face emotionless and you gulp your saliva out of fear, “I don’t know what you mean.” Shifting uncomfortably against the couch

Sherlock goes down again bringing his thumb to your lips, rubbing against them softly “You know exactly what I mean.”

You feel your heart rate increase but you don’t try to move away from his touch, instead you open your mouth unaware of what are were trying to achieve.

Sherlock’s eyes brighten up after realising how willing you are to be under his control, “You know princess, since I am already here, I might as well give you what you want but I’ll have to punish you for your sly behaviour.” He puts his thumb on your tongue and watches you contently move your tongue around it. “Ill give you a real reason to cry princess.”

Sherlock grabs you by the neck and brings your mouth to his, kissing you gently at first with pecks and only a slow lip movements but then it suddenly switches to a rougher kiss, he moves his lips against yours with a sudden intensity, forcing his tongue through your lips. Matching his intensity you swirl your tongue around his and feel his hand move to your collarbone, brushing it slightly before his lips move down to your neck, causing your breath to hitch from the sudden sensation. You want to bring your hands up to him but then you’re remember that they’re still constrained.

When Sherlock notices you moving your hands around in the ropes, he stops kissing down your neck and stares at you with dark eyes , “I will remove the rope when I’m satisfied with your behaviour, until then, you’re stuck my princess.” Sherlock goes back to kissing your lips and you feels his hand move up and down your thigh as he kisses you passionately. He moves his fingers to your head and plays with your hair between his fingers, the kiss intensifying as his tongue invades your mouth, exploring hungrily. He moves his hands back to your thigh but this time he squeezes it possessively before moving his hand to your inner thigh and rubbing it teasingly.

You feel your core get hotter and react to his touch involuntarily, Jacob moves away from the kiss and moves his attention to your chest, he kisses your cleavage lightly before pulling down your ruffled top revealing your hardened nipples. Jacob smiles at you before rubbing your nipples, when he sees the you shut your eyes from pleasure he pinches them and you suddenly moan.

Sherlock enjoying the show, groans softly making you quiver and he brings his tongue to your sensitive nipples, you bite your lip in an attempt to hold back the unholy sounds but you end up faltering when he brings his hand back up to your thigh to rub it while keeping his mouth on your nipples.

“Please Sherlock…” you mutter under your breath in desperation

“Please what, princess?” Sherlock stops touching you entirely watching as you scowl your face in desperation

“Please touch me there, I beg of you.” You plead desperately feeling abandoned without his touch

“Im not understanding , where exactly should I touch you princess, use your words.” Sherlock teases as he watches you beg for his touch.

Sherlock brings his lips to your neck to kiss you teasingly, and he abruptly starts sucking your neck to leave a mark. You moan softly from the pleasure but come to your senses when you realise what he’s trying to do, “It is going leave a mark Sherlock?” Sherlock chuckles at your panicked state, “I know, I want everyone to know what kind of girl the princess really is.”

“So are you going to tell me where you want to be touched now.” Sherlock goes back to moving his hand up and down your thigh

You nod with desperation and reply, “Please finger my hole!” You scream out with urgency

Sherlock feels a surge of thrill overcome him after making the poise princess speak so explicitly for him. “Took you long enough, darling.” You blush at the use of the pet name as Sherlock shifts his hand up, cupping your pussy and brings his fingers to your clit, rubbing and pressing the nerves, causing you to moan at the wonderful sensation. He then moves down your snatch, putting one finger in. “You’re so wet for me, you really are a slut.” He feels you tighten around his finger at his degradation. “Oh.” He feels his slacks become tighter at the way your body responds to his touch and words, thinking about how badly he wants to feel you but moves his attention back to teasing you.

Sherlock hears footsteps approaching and instead of stopping, he adds a second finger and moves faster, you start panicking when your realise that someone is approaching the room and you notice the sly look Sherlock has in eyes as he fucks you with his long fingers. You shake your head at him as he goes faster, trying to keep your moans in. Sherlock smirks at you menacingly.

When the footsteps stop before the empty doorway, Sherlock uses his other hand to rub your clit while maintaining the speed of his two fingers. “Is it okay if I enter?’ Watson asks unaware of what’s happening in the room. Sherlock adds a third finger and you moan out, “No!” Watson gets caught off guard by your reposes, “Is everything all right in there?’ He asks worriedly. Sherlock looks at you as he replies, “Yes everything is fine, I’m just comforting the princess so we need some time.”

The innocent Watson doesn’t suspect a thing, “Well Sherlock, the inspector is here to offer us a ride, I’m assuming you are declining.” Sherlock intensifies the movement of his fingers inside of you if it was even physically possible and you feel yourself tighten at the thought of getting caught in this position. Sherlock replies to John, “Why yes, I shall catch up with you later.’”

James Watson’s footsteps disappear after a couple of seconds and Sherlock notices how close you are so he stops touching you. “You really are a whore, I felt you tighten around my fingers when John was here, you like the idea of getting caught, don’t you?” You shake your head denying the accusation in hopes that he would let you finish. Holmes brings his hand up your neck, “Admit it princess, or else I won’t let you finish.” He threatens. You inhale deeply and reply feverishly “Yes I got turned on by the idea of being caught in a compromising position.”

“That’s right princess, don’t forget that I’m a detective , I have a sixth sense for these things.”Sherlock goes back to rubbing your clit.”I want you to finish on my tongue but when you cum, I want you to say my name okay princess?” You nod while feeling a shiver down your body as he rubs and teases you. Sherlock keeps his fingers on your clit as he puts his mouth in between your legs, slowly kissing up your inner thigh causing you to whimper “please…” in desperation.

Sherlock brings his tongue to your entrance and plunges his tongue inside your desperate hole. “You taste so good princess.” He mutters against your heat. His praise heightens your pleasure, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

Sherlock can sense that you’re close so he moves his tongue to your clit and brings his fingers to your whole, the feeling of his warm tongue on your bundle of nerves makes you shake uncontrollably and he brings his mouth back to your hole as you finish and scream his name as you grind against his face. “Fuck, Sherlock!”

Your body shudders and you feel yourself twitch around his tongue as you feel the knot in your stomach come undone. Sherlock smiles with satisfaction when he hears his name, “Atta girl.” He kisses your forehead as you recover from the intense orgasm, when you come down from the high he unties the rope binding you.

“You were such a good girl for me, so i’ll set you free.” As he releases you from the ropes, he massages you wrists softly and kisses them, “Does it hurt princess.” You shake your head knowing that you made sure it wasn’t tied too tightly earlier. A sense of warmth overcomes you at his sudden affection. Sherlock sits down on the couch laying his head back with his index finger on his temple while manspreading from being spent. He made you feel so good and you wanted to return the favour, noticing his bulge, you move in between his legs and bring your hand to the bulge, rubbing through his trousers softly.

Sherlock brings his head down and looks down at you, “You want my cock in your mouth princess?” You nod adamantly, thinking back to how many times you’ve imagined yourself doing this. Sherlock unzips his slacks and brings out his member that was larger than you expected, it was about 6,5 inches. You couldn’t help but worry about how you are supposed to fit the whole thing in your mouth, even worse fit it in your hole. Sherlock notices the fear in your eyes and tells you that he can help you.

You nod as you nervously lick the tip, you swirl your tongue around it, “Fuck, princess stop teasing.” As soon as you heard those words you moved your lips down, making sure your tongue brushes against the veiny sides of his member. You manage to take all of it in your month until it hits the back of your throat. Saliva starts dripping out of your full mouth as you take more of him. He groans as he feels you take him in completely, his fingers moving in your hair. You move your head back up and feel him help you push it down again.

The sound of your wet mouth taking him and his groans combine and you feel him grind against your mouth roughly the more it goes on. Not really minding the roughness because it made you feel like a slut that existed for his pleasure solely.

He tightens the grip on your hair, “Fuck, you little cock hungry whore, you really love having my dick in your mouth.” His degrading words turn you on and make you moan sending vibrations down his cock causing him to increase the speed of his movements and you feel him jerk in your mouth, indicating how close he is. he grabss your face in his hand, “You better swallow like a good girl, okay?”

He lets you go back to sucking him off and moves faster, you swirl your tongue around him and feel tears come out of your eyes as he pushes himself deeper down your throat. He releases a stream into the back of your throat, and you swallow the thick, salty liquid as tears fall down your face. He cups your face after finishing and wipes your tears, “I told you I’d make you cry.” He brings your face up to kiss you deeply, tasting his own release.

“Strip and then get up on the couch princess.” You submit to his command in anticipation of his next move. You stand in front him making sure to seductively remove your garments, maintaining eye contacts while also moving your hands across your body. And then you sit down on the couch, waiting for your next instruction.

Sherlock takes a seat next to you on the coach and gestures for you to lie across his lap. “This is your punishment princess, all you have to do is count up to 5, if you miss a number or skip a number, you have repeat that number okay?”

You nod in agreement but your heart beats fast with fear, Sherlock brings his large hand to your ass, smack “one” you shriek while enjoying the unfamiliar sensation. Smack “two.” you moan out incoherently. Smack “thre…” your breath hitches at the sore but enjoyable feeling.

“You should see how much you’re leaking from me spanking you princess.” Sherlock chuckles incredulously.

Smack “Five.” you groan out wearingly as you become a puddle on his lap. “Five princess? I think you mean four, which means two more, that’s if you count well. smack “Five, please stop.” you scream out. “One more princess.” smack “six.” you scream out.

“You’re such a good girl, I’ll let you rest a little and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard that the only thing you’ll be able to say is my name.”

Sherlock waits for you to recover, as you sit up on the couch, he moves upwards to face him. “I want you to ride me, I want to sense your desperation and the pent up frustration.” He pulls out his hard being member from under you and you take it in your hand and put it at your entrance.

You wince as you slowly adjust yourself to his size, making sure not to move for a while as you try to take his full length. “I’ve never felt so full.” you groan out, as you bottom out.

Sherlock smirks and asks you if you’re ready. You nod and start moving yourself up and down slowly until you find the perfect pace. Sherlock moves his head back but then you pull his head towards you to meet his lips. You move faster as the kids deepens, feeling his cock hit places that you didn’t even know could make you feel these sensations. Your moans and the sound of your skin slapping against him fill the air.

You start grinding against him and roll your eyes back in pleasure. When Sherlock notices your facial expression he moans out “fuck, you take me so well.” You go back to the up and down movements while Sherlock kisses you all over your chest and neck.

Sherlock impatiently starts himself upwards, his thrust are incessant but don’t lose their strength.“You feels so good on my cock princess.” You start purposefully tightening yourself around him as he thrusts into you harder.

“Princess, look what you’ve done to me.” he starts whimpering in your ear as he gets closer. You feel yourself build up to your climax so your movements becomes messier, “I’m so close.” you moan out. Sherlock moves his hands to your clit and starts flicking it hastily to help you reach your orgasm first. You feel him reach your g-spot and rub your sensitive bundles at the same time and you cum so hard from the overstimulation that your vision becomes blurry and white. You mutter his name as if you’re in a trance “Sherlock, Sherlock…” As you convulse on him and become a moaning mess, Sherlock whimpers and moans and can’t help but release himself inside of your walls. The feeling of his warmth in you makes you twitch one more time.

“You were such a good girl today, it was definitely worth my time, I’ll make sure you get home safely.” You nod as you wrap your arms around him, the feeling of you naked bodies against each other making you feel closer. As you shut your eyes, you feel a coat, masked in a familiar musk scent. The feeling of a sudden forehead kissing making your heart flutter.

welp! i hope y’all enjoyed🌷, watching moriarty the patriot right now and this man is insanely fine so i had to write something😓 (first smut)

i’ll post this on ao3 edited properly when i make an account

[jayswifewrites]

Hostage

sherlock x f!reader

You, the princess of England are being held hostage, the news reaches Sherlock and he comes to save the day but what happens when he finds out your secret….

(slightly edited)

*changes from third person to first person randomly idk man😓

warnings: smut!, choking, lots of teasing, degradation, fingering, edging, blowjob, dom!sherlock, sub!reader, riding, slight exhibition?, eating out, riding, unprotected s3x!, overstimulation ig?

word count: 3.6K

On another boring Saturday afternoon in London, Sherlock is in desperate need of an interesting case, one that preferably involves the nobility. Inspector Lestrade abruptly comes knocking at Holmes’ residence incessantly, the door gets opened by Watson.

Before Watson can even greet him, the inspector runs up the stairs to find Sherlock. Watson follows him confound but curious as to what could be so urgent. Watson runs into the room panting, “The princess…” moving his hands to his knees to catch his breath.

“What about the princess?” Sherlock inquires indifferently. Inspector Lestrade walks towards Sherlock holding a letter sealed with a stamp from the royal family. “She’s been held hostage, I was told to go directly to you and avoid informing anyone else in the Scotland Yard.”

Sherlock grabs the letter and analyses it to determine its legitimacy, after noticing the quality of the letter and acknowledging the insignia on the envelope he raises his eyebrows and opens the envelope eagerly.

The letter reads:

Dear Mr Holmes, we hope that this letter reaches you well

The king and I are currently dealing with some affairs in Paris, France. Last night we received a peculiar call from someone claiming that they are holding our dear daughter, the princess hostage. We assumed it was a fabrication until we heard the screams and pleads of the princess over the telephone. We are not able to leave the country to attend to this matter so we came to the decision to let you handle this matter.

Here are the coordinates we received: 51.509364 -0.137686

Please ensure the safety of our daughter and deal with this matter quietly so that it does not reach the newspapers and you shall be reimbursed accordingly

-The Queen of England

“Watson, what do you think? Sherlock enquires while getting up and passing the letter to him. “Well, I can tell from the envelope alone that it’s genuine.” Watson replies while analysing the paper. Sherlock walks towards the door, “Well, shall we John?” John agrees adamantly and follows Sherlock.

As they arrive at the large abandoned quaint building, the scent of burnt materials hits them immediately along with the sound of loud screams from a young woman. “Watson I need you to into hiding, and I shall signal for you when I need your assistance.” John nods and finds a discrete hiding spot that isn’t too far from the cries. Sherlock enters the derelict building soundly while observing its surroundings. He notices a torn up piece of paper on the ground and picks it up, the words are barely legible, the only word he can make out is “HELP”. He puts the paper in his pocket and continues on until he can hear a man’s voice.

He attempts to open the door and immediately breaks it down with immense force when he realises it’s locked. As the door falls to the ground he is met with a tall man with wide shoulders covered in all black clothing, holding a handgun. He notices the princess tied to the leg of a couch, tears running down her eyes, her hair messy as she starts screaming for help through the cloth covering her mouth. The large man moves closer and points his gun towards her instead of Sherlock. “You don’t look like the king or queen.” He says lowly with a thick Russian accent.

“Think of me as a representative, I was sent by them.” Sherlock casually takes a seat on the old, stained cushioned chair at the corner of the room.”Do you have the money?” The Russian man questions him. “Yes I do but we have to come to an agreement before that.” The Russian man stays silent for a second waiting to hear the terms . Sherlock moves his left leg to his right thigh and brings his right hand to his chin, “The bag is outside, as you can see, I’m sure the money will be more than enough, just leave the girl and you can run away without being apprehended.”

“So you want me to believe that you seriously came alone?” The Russian man inquires suspiciously. “You don’t have to believe me but I can tell you that I am not a part of the police force, look outside the door if you want to.”

The large man walks towards the door hesitantly and peaks outside before grabbing the back swiftly and sprinting , as he starts running Sherlock takes out a starting gun and shoots up at the roof ensuring that he doesn’t cause the ceiling to collapse. Watson hears the signal and waits at the exit of the building to capture the hostage taker.

As soon as Sherlock Holmes hears their footsteps get quiet he approaches you slowly, keeping his gaze on you. You look down feeling hot from his intense gaze. Sherlock bends down to face you directly and lifts your face to make you meet his eyes. He removes the cloth from your mouth but keeps his hands on her jaw. he brings your face close to his and whispers in your ear, “You really thought I wouldn’t know princess?”

You feel shivers down your spine as his whisper touches your ear, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You reply lowly averting your gaze while pretending to be clueless. Sherlock chuckles lowly sounding pissed off “This whole scheme.” He brings his other hand to her neck, tightening his grip slightly. You cough out, keeping quiet.

“You know if you’re going to plan a fake hostage scenario, maybe you shouldn’t make the location a building that your parents recently bought.” You remain silent from embarrassment. “You also shouldn’t leave a sample of your handwriting in the building.” Sherlock pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket, ”This is the exact same handwriting as the one in the letter.” Sherlock leans against the wall cockily “But I must say, the plan was almost foolproof, but then again I am Sherlock Holmes.” He stares into your eyes with a smug smirk. “But I am curious, what were you hoping to gain from this? I thought about it and my first conclusion was that you’re a bored princess who wanted something interesting in your life while your parents left the country.” Sherlock gets up on his feet and starts pacing the room slowly. “So you thought it would be fun to fool the greatest detective in England.”

“But now that I’m here and looking at you, I can tell what it is that you really want, your gaze says it all.” Sherlock stops pacing and walks towards you towering over your body with his hands in his pockets. “I am somewhat of an expert when it comes to body language and your eyes princess, are filled with lust when you look at me.”

You attempt to keep your face emotionless and you gulp your saliva out of fear, “I don’t know what you mean.” Shifting uncomfortably against the couch

Sherlock goes down again bringing his thumb to your lips, rubbing against them softly “You know exactly what I mean.”

You feel your heart rate increase but you don’t try to move away from his touch, instead you open your mouth unaware of what are you are trying to achieve.

Sherlock’s eyes brighten up after realising how willing you are to be under his control, “You know princess, since I am already here, I might as well give you what you want but I’ll have to punish you for your sly behaviour.” He puts his thumb on your tongue and watches you contently move your tongue around it. “I’ll give you a real reason to cry princess.”

Sherlock grabs you by the neck and brings your mouth to his, kissing you gently at first with pecks and only a slow lip movements but then it suddenly switches to a rougher kiss, he moves his lips against yours with a sudden intensity, forcing his tongue through your lips. Matching his intensity you swirl your tongue around his and feel his hand move to your collarbone, brushing it slightly before his lips move down to your neck, causing your breath to hitch from the sudden sensation. You want to bring your hands up to him but then you’re remember that they’re still constrained.

When Sherlock notices you moving your hands around in the ropes, he stops kissing down your neck and stares at you with dark eyes , “I will remove the rope when I’m satisfied with your behaviour, until then, you’re stuck my princess.” Sherlock goes back to kissing your lips and you feels his hand move up and down your thigh as he kisses you passionately. He moves his fingers to your head and plays with your hair between his fingers, the kiss intensifying as his tongue invades your mouth, exploring hungrily. He moves his hands back to your thigh but this time he squeezes it possessively before moving his hand to your inner thigh and rubbing it teasingly.

You feel your core get hotter and react to his touch involuntarily, Sherlock moves away from the kiss and moves his attention to your chest, he kisses your cleavage lightly before pulling down your ruffled top revealing your hardened nipples. Sherlock smiles at you before rubbing your nipples, when he sees the you shut your eyes from pleasure he pinches them and you suddenly moan.

Sherlock enjoying the show, groans softly making you quiver and he brings his tongue to your sensitive nipples, you bite your lip in an attempt to hold back the unholy sounds but you end up faltering when he brings his hand back up to your thigh to rub it while keeping his mouth on your nipples.

“Please Sherlock…” you mutter under your breath in desperation

“Please what, princess?” Sherlock stops touching you entirely watching as you scowl your face in desperation

“Please touch me there, I beg of you.” You plead desperately feeling abandoned without his touch

“Im not understanding , where exactly should I touch you princess, use your words.” Sherlock teases as he watches you beg for his touch.

Sherlock brings his lips to your neck to kiss you teasingly, and he abruptly starts sucking your neck to leave a mark. You moan softly from the pleasure but come to your senses when you realise what he’s trying to do, “It is going leave a mark Sherlock?” Sherlock chuckles at your panicked state, “I know, I want everyone to know what kind of girl the princess really is.”

“So are you going to tell me where you want to be touched now.” Sherlock goes back to moving his hand up and down your thigh

You nod with desperation and reply, “Please finger my hole!” You scream out with urgency

Sherlock feels a surge of thrill overcome him after making the poise princess speak so explicitly for him. “Took you long enough, darling.” You blush at the use of the pet name as Sherlock shifts his hand up, cupping your pussy and brings his fingers to your clit, rubbing and pressing the nerves, causing you to moan at the wonderful sensation. He then moves down your snatch, putting one finger in. “You’re so wet for me, you really are a slut.” He feels you tighten around his finger at his degradation. “Oh.” He feels his slacks become tighter at the way your body responds to his touch and words, thinking about how badly he wants to feel you but moves his attention back to teasing you.

Sherlock hears footsteps approaching and instead of stopping, he adds a second finger and moves faster, you start panicking when your realise that someone is approaching the room and you notice the sly look Sherlock has in eyes as he fucks you with his long fingers. You shake your head at him as he goes faster, trying to keep your moans in. Sherlock smirks at you menacingly.

When the footsteps stop before the empty doorway, Sherlock uses his other hand to rub your clit while maintaining the speed of his two fingers. “Is it okay if I enter?’ Watson asks unaware of what’s happening in the room. Sherlock adds a third finger and you moan out, “No!” Watson gets caught off guard by your response . “Is everything all right in there?’ He asks worriedly. Sherlock looks at you as he replies, “Yes everything is fine, I’m just comforting the princess so we need some time.”

The innocent Watson doesn’t suspect a thing, “Well Sherlock, the inspector is here to offer us a ride, I’m assuming you are declining.” Sherlock intensifies the movement of his fingers inside of you if it was even physically possible and you feel yourself tighten at the thought of getting caught in this position. Sherlock replies to John, “Why yes, I shall catch up with you later.’”

James Watson’s footsteps disappear after a couple of seconds and Sherlock notices how close you are so he stops touching you. “You really are a whore, I felt you tighten around my fingers when John was here, you like the idea of getting caught, don’t you?” You shake your head denying the accusation in hopes that he would let you finish. Holmes brings his hand up your neck, “Admit it princess, or else I won’t let you finish.” He threatens. You inhale deeply and reply feverishly “Yes I got turned on by the idea of being caught in a compromising position.”

“That’s right princess, don’t forget that I’m a detective , I have a sixth sense for these things.”Sherlock goes back to rubbing your clit.”I want you to finish on my tongue but when you cum, I want you to say my name okay princess?” You nod while feeling a shiver down your body as he rubs and teases you. Sherlock keeps his fingers on your clit as he puts his mouth in between your legs, slowly kissing up your inner thigh causing you to whimper “please…” in desperation.

Sherlock brings his tongue to your entrance and plunges his tongue inside your desperate hole. “You taste so good princess.” He mutters against your heat. His praise heightens your pleasure, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

Sherlock can sense that you’re close so he moves his tongue to your clit and brings his fingers to your whole, the feeling of his warm tongue on your bundle of nerves makes you shake uncontrollably and he brings his mouth back to your hole as you finish and scream his name as you grind against his face. “Fuck, Sherlock!”

Your body shudders and you feel yourself twitch around his tongue as you feel the knot in your stomach come undone. Sherlock smiles with satisfaction when he hears his name, “Atta girl.” He kisses your forehead as you recover from the intense orgasm, when you come down from the high he unties the rope binding you.

“You were such a good girl for me, so I’ll set you free.” As he releases you from the ropes, he massages your wrists softly and kisses them gently, “Does it hurt princess.” You shake your head knowing that you made sure it wasn’t tied too tightly earlier. A sense of warmth overcomes you at his sudden affection. Sherlock sits down on the couch laying his head back, placing his index finger on his temple while manspreading from being spent. He made you feel so good and you wanted to return the favour, noticing his bulge, you move in between his legs and bring your hand to the bulge, rubbing through his trousers softly.

Sherlock brings his head down and looks down at you, “You want my cock in your mouth princess?” You nod adamantly, thinking back to how many times you’ve imagined yourself doing this. Sherlock unzips his slacks and brings out his member that was larger than you expected, it was about 6,5 inches. You couldn’t help but worry about how you are supposed to fit the whole thing in your mouth, even worse fit it in your hole. Sherlock notices the fear in your eyes and tells you that he can help you.

You nod as you nervously lick the tip, you swirl your tongue around it, “Fuck, princess stop teasing.” As soon as you heard those words you move your lips down, making sure your tongue brushes against the veiny sides of his member. You manage to take all of it in your month until it hits the back of your throat. Saliva starts dripping out of your full mouth as you take more of him. He groans as he feels you take him in completely, his fingers moving in your hair. You move your head back up and feel him help you push it down again.

The sound of your wet mouth taking him in and his groans combine and you feel him grind against your mouth roughly the more it goes on. Not really minding the roughness because it made you feel like a slut that existed for his pleasure solely.

He tightens the grip on your hair, “Fuck, you little cock hungry whore, you really love having my dick in your mouth.” His degrading words turn you on and make you moan sending vibrations down his cock causing him to increase the speed of his movements and you feel him jerk in your mouth, indicating how close he is. he grabss your face in his hand, “You better swallow like a good girl, okay?”

He lets you go back to sucking him off and moves faster, you swirl your tongue around him and feel tears come out of your eyes as he pushes himself deeper down your throat. He releases a stream into the back of your throat, and you swallow the thick, salty liquid as tears fall down your face. He cups your face after finishing and wipes your tears, “I told you I’d make you cry.” He brings your face up to kiss you deeply, tasting his own release.

“Strip and then get up on the couch princess.” You submit to his command in anticipation of his next move. You stand in front him making sure to seductively remove your garments, maintaining eye contact while also moving your hands across your body. And then you sit down on the couch, waiting for your next instruction.

Sherlock takes a seat next to you on the coach and gestures for you to lie across his lap. “This is your punishment princess, all you have to do is count up to 5, if you miss a number or skip a number, you have repeat that number okay?”

You nod in agreement but your heart beats fast from fear, Sherlock brings his large hand to your ass, smack “one” you shriek while enjoying the unfamiliar sensation. Smack “two.” you moan out incoherently. Smack “thre…” your breath hitches at the sore but enjoyable feeling.

“You should see how much you’re leaking from me spanking you princess.” Sherlock chuckles incredulously.

Smack “Five.” you groan out wearingly as you become a puddle in his lap. “Five princess? I think you mean four, which means two more, that’s if you count well. Smack “Five, please stop.” you scream out. “One more princess.” smack “six.” you scream out.

“You’re such a good girl, I’ll let you rest a little and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard that the only thing you’ll be able to say is my name.”

Sherlock waits for you to recover, as you sit up on the couch, he moves upwards to face you. “I want you to ride me, I want to sense your desperation and the pent up frustration.” He pulls out his hard being member from under you and you take it in your hand and put it at your entrance.

You wince as you slowly adjust yourself to his size, making sure not to move for a while as you try to take his full length. “I’ve never felt so full.” you groan out, as you bottom out.

Sherlock smirks and asks you if you’re ready. You nod and start moving yourself up and down slowly until you find the perfect pace. Sherlock moves his head back but then you pull his head towards you to meet his lips. You move faster as the kiss deepens, feeling his cock hit places that you didn’t even know could make you feel these sensations. Your moans and the sound of your skin slapping against him fill the air.

You start grinding against him and roll your eyes back in pleasure. When Sherlock notices your facial expression he moans out “fuck, you take me so well.” You go back to the up and down movements while Sherlock kisses you all over your chest and neck.

Sherlock impatiently starts himself upwards, his thrust are incessant but don’t lose their strength.“You feels so good on my cock princess.” You start purposefully tightening yourself around him as he thrusts into you harder.

“Princess, look what you’ve done to me.” he starts whimpering in your ear as he gets closer. You feel yourself build up to your climax so your movements becomes messier, “I’m so close.” you moan out. Sherlock moves his hands to your clit and starts flicking it hastily to help you reach your orgasm first. You feel him reach your g-spot and rub your sensitive bundles at the same time and you cum so hard from the overstimulation that your vision becomes blurry and white. You mutter his name as if you’re in a trance “Sherlock, Sherlock…” As you convulse on him and become a moaning mess, Sherlock whimpers and moans and can’t help but release himself inside of your walls. The feeling of his warmth in you makes you twitch one more time.

“You were such a good girl today, it was definitely worth my time, I’ll make sure you get home safely.” You nod as you wrap your arms around him, the feeling of you naked bodies against each other making you feel closer. As you shut your eyes, you feel a coat, masked in a familiar musk scent. The feeling of a sudden forehead kissing making your heart flutter.

welp! i hope y’all enjoyed🌷, watching moriarty the patriot right now and this man is insanely fine so i had to write something😓 (first smut)

i’ll post this on ao3 edited properly when i make an account