Have you ever seen a psychotic t-rex writing stuff?
Probably yes, if you happened to read my previous fanfictions.
Have you ever seen a psychotic t-rex in PMS writing stuff?
No?
Well, now you have the opportunity. And the following options:
1. RUN.
2. Enjoy the fanfiction.
3. Or not, because it´s perverted, cringy and badly written - this is why I suggest to run. :D
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Sherlock Holmes was on his way home from a late evening stroll. He came to the front door, took the last puff of the cigarette, tossed it on the floor and reached for the key in his pocket. Crushing the cigarette with his shoe, he noticed a movement in the corner of his eye. There was light in the window on the ground floor.
Miss Hudson was standing next to her desk in her night dress pulled to indecent level, one hand groping perky pale breast hardly hidden beneath the fabric, the other hand wandering somewhere between the woman´s legs, her head and back against the wall, her lips parted in moans silenced through the closed window.
Altering his position to be invisible for his landlady but stll able to see her reaction, he knocked the door.
He watched with amusement the surprised and desoriented face expression of Miss Hudson when she heard the first knock, and the ecstatic glow in her eyes fading when she came back to reality with the second knock. Sherlock made a step forwards, to stand directly in front of the door.
A moment later the door opened. Miss Hudson was squeezing herself tightly in a dark pink sweater. In the candle glow, Sherlock could see her angered expression hiding her embarrassment.
- Thanks. - he said and entered the building passing her by.
- Don´t you have a key? - She hissed, locking the door.
- It´s dark, I couldn´t see a thing. And there is light in your window, so... Miss Hudson, are you ok? Do you have fever? Shall I call John to check on you? - he said quickly to cut off any questions, and touched her hot and blushing cheek with the back of his hand, pretending sheerest worry. He was especially good at acting if it was about fooling and pranking others.
- I´m... fine. Thank you. - the woman replied visibly touched by his affection, failing to recognise his fake concern.
- Good night, Miss Hudson. - the detective said, climbing a few stairs - Remember to close the curtains. - he added when she was wishing him a good sleep, this way making sure she would take a while to realise what he said and why.
- Now she will most likely follow a scenario of being interrupted and offered a helping hand. - Sherlock thought with amusement, climbing the stairs, fully aware that she fantasized about him. He knew how much she liked him after he bought her the flower brooch she was wearing everyday ever since. He did it out of obligation, whatever occassion it was, but the gift made her truly happy, and he noticed her blushing every time she talked to him. At least as long as he could pay the rent.
While Sherlock found her feelings quite flattering, he knew he could only let her dream. - I´m sorry Miss Hudson, but I prefer men. - Sherlock thought, looking at the puzzled expression of his flatmate standing in the middle of the corridor.
- I heard some noise, what is going on?
- Hi, John. Everything´s fine. - the black-haired replied with a sly smile, gave a quick glance to make sure the landlady was not downstairs anymore, leaned closer to his flatmate and rested his hand on John´s neck, an intimate touch under pretext of disclosing a secret.
- She forgot to close the curtains and I happened to see her enjoying herself. - he whispered into his ear.
- Y... You mean... women do it, too?
- Of course, what were you thinking? - he asked, a little surprised. But just a little. John was so pure, so cute. And, although Sherlock never let it see, he loved it when John enthusiastically praised his deductions and looked at him with admiration shining in the beautiful big brown eyes.
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- I would love to fuck him. - Sherlock thought staring at the ceiling, his head resting on his hands. John´s room was right above his. The detective closed his eyes and listened to silence. Minutes were passing by, and he started hearing a faint noise of bed bouncing upstairs, growing lauder, and accompanied by vague moans.
- Looks like the little secret triggered his imagination. - the man thought, chuckling, though the amusement was quickly replaced by piercing jealousy. John was certainly thinking of making love to Miss Hudson, and Sherlock wished he dreamed of having sex with him instead.
Hearing a loud groan echoing from the room above, Sherlock grunted in irritation, leapt to his feet and ran through the living room, rushed upstairs and opened the door to his flatmate´s room.
- John, could you...?
Just as he expected, the medic was unable to say a word, being caught in the act of pleasing himself, a morbid expression and a wild blush on his face,
- Oh, excuse me. I wasn´t sure what were you doing so loudly - Sherlock lied. - I thought you were working out or something. Well, I guess that´s a name for it too.
- Couldn´t you at least knock? - John replied angrily, pulling his sleeping gown to cover his groin.
- Well, now that I´m here, let me help.
- I don´t need help, and I´ll be quiet! Just leave!
- Relax, it´s only human. There is nothing to be ashamed or afraid of. Unless our neighbours hear us, I wouldn´t like to be accussed of sodomy. - Sherlock winked, confident that everyone in the building is fast asleep, sat beside his partner and embraced his tensed body with right hand, while the other stroke John´s inner thigh, pulling the fabric upwards. He could feel his flatmate´s muscles relaxing under his fingers.
- I still find it terribly awkward. - the blonde murmured, feeling his partner stroking towards his groin.
- There is no need to... Arghhh, I don´t like this thing, it limits my movements. - Sherlock grunted, and, hearing a soft moan of surprise and objection, he took off John´s sleeping gown and tossed it against the wall.
- No, what are you doing...? - the medic protested, and instinctively tried to cover his body with hands, but his partner wordlessly pushed them away.
- You are well endowed. - Sherlock exclaimed with sheer admiration. - Let´s see it in full glory. - he smirked, spitted nonchalantly at his palms, and firmly held his partner´s penis with one hand, the other cupping the balls and rolling them around in his palm.
- Ah... - John moaned faintly, as his flatmate gently squeezed and rubbed the head, his touch becoming more rapid with every second.
- Sounds like you like it. What about this? - the black-haired man inquired, stroke him from the base of his penis to his head, his other hand still caressing the balls, his middle finger pushing the spot between them.
The medic gasped in pleasure, closing his eyes, his muscles tensed in excitement. He could hear Sherlock spitting at his hands again, and seconds later, he felt as the man placed one hand over the other again and again, pushing them down and alternating the grip from the head to the base.
- Is that alright? - the man asked, his question so confident it sounded like a statement.
- It´s pe… Ahhh… Perfect! - the blonde replied, breathing heavily.
Content with himself, Sherlock placed both hands on John´s penis and moved them in opposite directions, as if he was using a pepper grinder, tightening up his grip with every movement. Then, he firmly held his partner´s inner thigh with one hand, while his other hand rubbed the erected member up and down, faster and faster, to finally squeeze the lower part of John´s shaft.
The blonde arched his back, closing his eyes. He moaned loudly in arousal, reaching the climax, his cum splashing at the floor. Satisfied, he fell on the bed, his chest landing on soft sheets.
Sherlock watched John´s body tremble, spasms slowly getting weaker, fast and loud breathing slowing down with every moment. Finally, the blonde turned his head towards his partner and looked at him with a grateful expression but turned pale as he watched Sherlock undoing his pants.
- W... What are you doing?
- Well. I haven´t come yet. You didn´t mind me jerking you off so I guess you won´t mind me taking you, either?
- W... What kind of logic is that? - he protested in disbelief, watching the detective climbing the bed and kneeing above him.
- Shhh, it will feel good. Relax. - Sherlock purred, massaging the doctor´s shoulders and going upwards, making circle movements with his thumbs on John´s nape. He could feel tension leaving the medic´s body and his neck moving under his fingers, wordlessly showing the direction he wanted to be stroked.
Sherlock brushed his lips behind one ear, then behind another, and showered John´s neck and nape with little tender kisses.
- Do you like it? - he asked quietly, the only answer being a soft moan. - Yes? - he inquired, biting John´s shoulder. He heard a gasp and a sudden shiver underneath him. - Did it hurt? I´m sorry... - Sherlock whispered and licked on the bitten spot, registering soft shaking with his tongue. He continued licking his flatmate, brushing his tongue from one shoulder to another, and moving it from the nape to the back of John´s ear in one long lick.
- We shouldn´t... Ahhh… - John moaned and gasped quietly, as Sherlock´s hands were massaging his chest, slipping the slender fingers against John´s nipples. Then, one hand wandered towards his stomach, the other massaged his muscular shoulder and going upwards. John purred softly, feeling a soft tickle as Sherlock´s hand rubbed against his collarbones and neck.
Sherlock heard a load moan of protest as he shoved his two fingers in John´s mouth.
- Don´t resist me, my dear John. - he whispered into his ear, and kissed it wetly - It´s for your own good.
Sucking and kissing the medic´s neck, the man pinched John´s left nipple and moved the hand to his shoulder blades, stroked them with his knuckles and brushed them down John´s spine, which made the blonde shiver.
- Have I ever told you how much I adore your flat belly? - he purred, stroking his palm against his partner´s stomach, and wandered downwards, to stroke on the blonde´s pubic hair and brush his fingers against the hip bone. He could hear John´s moans and feel drool dripping along his wrist.
He withdrew his fingers from John´s mouth, rubbed his right palm down the medic´s side and hips, caressed the rim of John´s anus, and, with one decidive movement, he entered wet fingers into his partner´s body. He moved them in and out, every time a bit farther inside, as he heard a sobbing sound.
- Don´t cry... - he whispered, moving his fingers inside the man underneath with more delicacy, while the other hand tenderly massaged John´s side and buttcheek. Then, he slid his palm towards John´s erected penis, wetted his hand stimulating the head, and quickly glided along the whole lenghth of his partner´s shaft, up and down and up again.
Hearing a gasp of pleasure, he removed his fingers and thrusted into John deeply, making him groan. Then, he held his palms firmly on his partner´s waist and started rhythmically penetrating his tight tunnel.
As he heard his flatmate making short, high squeaky sounds, he wandered one hand towards the landing strip of skin between John´s balls and anus and pushed it, as he bent to lick his partner up the spine. The distressed cheep was then replaced by a groan of utter pleasure.
Content with himself, Sherlock grabbed his partner tightly at the ultimate push, arched his back and moaned with pleasure as quick cold flushed his body. He could feel John trembling intensively as he exploded inside him.
Exhausted, he threw himself on the bed and glanced at his partner, them both panting.
As soon as he could catch his breath, he put his arms around John, and held him closer to himself. For a moment, they laid in the tight embrace, saying nothing.
- The bath tube on your floor is pretty big, let´s take a bath together. - Sherlock whispered and kissed his partner´s head, letting the blonde hair tickle his face.
Meanwhile, two floors beneath, a woman was satisfying her needs, her hand embracing her throat, as she was moaning in delight.
