TYPE: FLUFF AND A BIT OF SMUT??

SHERLOCKS POV

"Okay Sherlock im off to work. Try not to set the flat ablaze"? At that comment I sat up and glared at Johns beloved smirk. "John that was one time-" "Goodbye Sherlock"! John snickered and left a slightly annoyed and completely bored detective. I groaned fell backwards, staring at the ceiling, hands under chin. Bored and restless I jumped back up and strode to the kitchen. As I started to make me a cuppa something caught my eye (please do not worry, my eye obviously did not pop out). It was Johns computer. 'Must have forgotten it'. The tea long forgotten I snatched the computer and ran back to the couch. Snooping and playing on Johns computer was one of my favourite past-time. I easily logged in as John failed to create a better pasword. "Seriously John, you need to do better..." I scorned to an invisible John and started snooping. I went on his blog and looked to the comments. My curiosity instantly perked up looking at people asking about....Johnlock? "Hmm". I hummed to myself and decided to search it up. Assuming it was a tangible object I searched on images. Multiple pictures popped up. As I scrolled down I realized that was me. And John. I quirked a brow 'Did John know about this?'. However, as I scrolled down the images got...steamier. (Johns computer is not overly heated. I am talking about porn). My mouth opened with a pop as I looked at the pictures or "fan-art". 'What is he doing to me? Is that...oh bloody hell thats a leash'! As much as the pictures were embarressing and shocking, I couldnt tear myself away. Thats when I saw a link to..."Wattpad"? It sounded wierd so I clicked for further reasearch. My eyes widened at the hundreds of stories people have written. "Smut"? I saw one of the...steamy pictures as the cover and clicked the story open. I scanned the pages and my ears tinted pink. "Johns voice was rough he pinned Sherlock to the wall- Ok John is NOT that strong. I would obviously do the pinning". I exclaimed, offended. Further down I became infuriated again "I do NOT have a soldier/captain fetish....! Oh hell how would I know"? As I finished the story I was not that suprised anymore to find more. I decided to get off of the steamy ones and go to the ones titled as 'Fluff'. As I was reading I found myself smiling at cheesy momments, gasping and making a strange strangled sound as at the end of the book, John proposes. "God I wouldve picked different flowers for the wedding but this will do..." I muttered with a smile as I read on. I just couldnt pull away! This is embaressing, shocking, and addictive. I made myself an account and went deeper. Just as I was looking over someones oneshots, I think it was Hammyloves? Gammylover? Whatever it was, the door flew open. "Sherlock Ive forgotten my-" he looked over at me and my face paled. I shot up, gripping the computer and bolted to my room. John ran close behind, but not fast enough because I shut the door and locked it quickly as he crashed into it. "Sherlock! What are you doing on my computer"! John sounded smug and curious. "Nothing"! My voice was high-pitched and flushed. Well why wouldnt I be nervouse, Im reading and looking at porn about me and John! "Sherlock Im going to break down the door"! I quickly logged out of Wattpad and exited out all of the sites. Just as the last one closed John busted in. My face pale and sweaty he grabbed back the computer and frowned. "Sherlock just what were you-" "Shut up John. Dont ask me daft questions". I snapped and shoved him out of my room. His draw almost hit the floor as he smirked and gave a knowing look. I growled "Stop it". He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Hey if thats how you get off its fine! A lot of people-" I clamped a hand over his mouth and glared. 'I do not get off at porn and smut of us!' I screamed at him in my head. I settled for a glare and slammed the door. When I was sure he was gone I downloaded 'Wattpad' on my phone.

***NEXT WEEK***

JOHNS POV

Sherlock walked into the room, which was a suprise. He's been cooped up in his room for almost a week, doing God knows what. His eyes had dark circles, like he doesnt sleep. His curls were matted and he yawned. "Sherlock. Suprise that your out of your room". He glanced at me and made a cup sleepily. "Im just going out for a haircut. Ill be back in an hour or so". With that he threw on a coat and left. Curious I rushed to his room. I looked around and searched for...magazines or pictures. As I searched I saw his phone buzz. 'Is it a someone'? I quickly grabbed his phone and opened it. 'A wonder why he doesnt lock his phone'. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion as I looked at an app called 'Wattpad'. 'What is that? A dating site?' I opened it and saw notifications and "books". So it was a writing site. I thought Sherlock didnt like this type of-. My eyes widened as I was looking through his library. There were many different fanfics about different people and he suprisingly had smut. Yes I knew, mostly because of my followers. My eyes almost rolled out of my head as I saw a book cover of me and Sherlock. "Johnlock"? I whispered to myself and looked on. "Oh my god"!? There were smuts of us. He was reading porn and stories about us? I had been looking through his Wattpad about 20 minutes when the door banged open. A wild and frightened Sherlock called out "I left my phone! Damn it where is it-"! He rushed into the room and became a deer in headlights. I just stared at him with my mouth open as he realized I discovered his secret. He snatched the phone quickly and looked down. He gulped when he saw I was looking through his library and saw the smut of us. I made incoherent sounds as he picked me up and threw me out of the room. "Sherlock-" His eyes were actually glassy and ashamed as he gripped the door-frame. "Dont talk to me". He whispered out hoarse. He was utterly ashamed. I felt a pang of sadness for him but was followed by anger. "Sherlock we need to talk about it". He just glared behind me and shook his head. "N-No its fine. We dont talk about this-" "DAMNIT SHERLOCK WE ARE TALKING"! I gripped the front of his shirt and dragged him to the table. He was scared and sweaty as I put him in a seat and looked at him. I crossed my arms and tried to think of something to say. I wasnt mad. I wasnt even disgusted. I was actually a little relieved. I had loved Sherlock for a while, and this actually flattered me. But I needed to know what he thought. "I do too". My eyes snapped to his in confusion. "What"? He sighed "You were saying that outloud. And...
I-I...I love you. This-" he threw a hand at his phone. "I-It was a way of relieving myself. It let me dream of us". He stood and gingerly took my hands. I blushed and was once again, flattered. "God what those people write is rubbish. I love you so much more than what they describe. I can barely stand it". I hadnt realized we were moving till he lifted me on the counter. He stood between my legs and finally met my eyes. "No. I cant stand it. John, I need you". My heart beated faster at his words, his voice getting hard. He slowly slipped his hands under my jumper. I watched as he shuddered and struggled to catch his breathe. "Now. Oh god please". He planted his lips on my neck, tugging and licking and taking me in greedily. "John-". "Shut up". I growled and gripped his hips, yanking him closer. I was pleasently suprised to hear him moan as our packages rubbed against eacother. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and he lifted me up. He quickly took me to the bedroom and set me down. He rode my waist and eagerly moved his lips against mine. "Oh god yes". I moaned as he moved downwards. I was biting my lip so hard I almost drew blood as we worked our clothes off. Once they were off I felt Sherlock pause. I looked down at him and immeadietly understood. I leaned him back and smiled "Its ok, let me do this". He nodded and leaned back. I started moving downwards till I reached his package. I smirked and kissed his hips, making a trail around his manhood. "Oh god please"! He whined as he gripped the sheets. I kissed his tip lightly and he growled. The sound pushed me forward so I put him in my mouth. "OOOUUGHNNAAH"! He moaned as me bucked against my face. I slightly gagged but went deeper and deeper. One hand worked his bullocks while the other massaged his balls. He was shaking so I had to remove one hand and pin him down. He gasped "Oh god dont stop"! His hands gripped my tiny hair and dug deeper. When he hit the back of my throat I hummed in pleasure. He basically screamed as he came, leaving my lips red and pleasently sore. I pulled out and layed beside him, panting. "I love you so much". I told him, my voice hoarse. He shuddered and pulled me close. "I never thought I would hear those words...." and after that we fell asleep, both finally content.

OK SO THIS WAS SUCKY IM SORRY!!!