Hi.
My name is psychotic t-rex and I am horny.
Funny how I was in a mental deephole for 3 days straight (fuck you PMDD) and now I'm just casually writing my two fav characters banging, but well-

Me: Sherlock is gay so I will just write johnlock.
Also me: Fuck it.

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Miss Hudson loved her new curtains. They were beautiful, in the prettiest shade of antique pink, trimmed with shimmering ending. She was admiring how classy they looked on her window, as she heard knocking on her door.
- Good morning.
- Oh? Sherlock? What do you want?
- Can't I just visit my pretty landlady.
- Umm, well, I... W-?! – before she could answer, Sherlock forced his lips on hers, his warm tongue quickly getting access into her mouth.
The woman squirmed in surprise, as he held her close, his crotch against hers, one hand instinctively stopping her attempt to pull him away.
- You're feisty. – the man whispered huskily. Next thing she knew, she was laying the sofa, moaning with pleasure and confusion, while Sherlock was embracing her, leaving hot kisses on her ear.
- Ahh! – Miss Hudson gasped, feeling the man's palm groping her perky breast, his thumb pressing against her erected nipple through the fabric.
- You really like the brooch I have you the other day huh? – the man whispered against her neck, touching the piece of jewelry with the side of his fingers, unbuttoning her clothes.
- Sherlock, st... stop, it's unproper. – she gasped with the last bit of her pride, holding the back of his hand, trying to prevent him from opening her shirt.
- You are being unproper here, Miss Hudson. I barely touched you and next thing I know, you lay eager and pleading in front of me.
- I... It's- It's not like that!
- We both know it is! – he exclaimed with priggish smirk, his expression turning softer within seconds - And it's fine. There is nothing wrong in having needs. And you also have them, am I right? Miss Hudson? – he whispered, hot breath warming her face with every word.
- I... do. – the woman moaned, feeling Sherlock massaging her bare breasts with circular movements and leaving kisses on them, tender at first, gradually turning into bites, leaving red marks he immediately licked on.
Miss Hudson greedily grasped for air, letting out loud noises full of pleasure, as the man licked, pinched, tweaked and sucked on her nipples.
Hearing her reaction, Sherlock nuzzled his nose against the woman's breasts and along her neck and chin. Then he looked in her eyes, and let out a soft sigh, smiling softly.
- Hm? Feels good? – He groaned and stroke her lower lip with his thumb.
- Y... Yes. - Miss Hudson whispered, catching breath.
- I would gag you, but your moans sound so cute. We can keep this kind of play for some other time - he said smiling slyly and licked his lips.
- G... Gag mmmnm?! – Miss Hudson replied surprised, as Sherlock continued kissing her passionately.
He moved his hand from her face downwards, gradually gliding his palm against her side, her waist, her hips, and slowly lifted her skirt.
- You're soaked. – Sherlock grasped, pressing his hand against the fabric of her underpants, feeling her delicate spot.
Miss Hudson gasped as he slid his hand underneath her pants and ran his fingers along her moist hymen, his thumb stimulating her clit.
She was soft, warm, wet and welcoming.
- Sher... Sherlock! – Miss Hudson exclaimed in pleasure, feeling his finger wandering inside her, pulling out, two fingers entering her, the cold ring being additional stimulation.
Her eyes widened as he forcefully pushed into her with one decisive thrust, and started pumping rhythmically, slowly at first, then gaining pace, penetrating her thoroughly.
The woman reached her arms towards Sherlock, yearning for a hug, but with one quick movement, he pinned her wrists to the pillow with one hand.
- Not this time! - he snapped, short of breath, and continued pushing into her, the palm holding her hands only slightly softening the grip with each pump.
- Sherlock, I'm... I am... Ahh...! – she screamed in utter delight, her face flushed, her eyes drowsy, her breath harsh.
Finally, they came simultanously, Sherlock's semen filling her in, richly dripping out of her drenched hole as he pulled out.

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Miss Hudson laid on her light gray sofa, breathing heavily, soaking wet, feeling the cold early afternoon air on her heated skin.
That felt...amazing. – she sighed, massaging softly her thights, imaging Sherlock praising her.
She got up, put her pants up and fixed her skirt. She was in the middle of buttoning her shirt, red blush still glowing on her face, as the door opened.
- Miss Hudson, could y... – Sherlock stopped half sentence; his surprised expression momentarily turned into an impish smile - Oh? Have I interrupted you with something?
- WHAT DO YOU WANT!? CAN'T YOU KNOCK!? – she exclaimed, blushing wildly, instinctively covering her unbuttoned chest.
- I did knock, I just wanted... Nevermind, continue whatever you were doing! – he said, winked at her, left the room and ran upstairs, laughing.