This oneshot is really cringy and i had to hold in laughter while typing this. Enjoy.

John never thought of Sherlock as an ordinary human, with desires, or anything really. Always 'married to my work' and 'not my area', but John didnt realise that Sherlock was an absolute sexual being.

When John and Sherlock started their relationship, it was nice and sweet, something John was never expecting. He figured that Sherlock was slightly repulsed by it, and wouldnt be the cuddly or kissy type. Boy he was wrong. Sherlock couldnt get enough of it. And when the sex started...

John loved Sherlock, more than anything, but Sherlock was a bit different in bed. He was a virgin, and John was so astounded by this news, although he didnt know why... and Sherlock was a bottom, which was comfortable with the both of them in the end.

But then one night, things started to get a bit heated, and an idea popped into Sherlocks head, one that made John pull back.

"You want me to what?" John asked, flushing a red, before Sherlock looked away.

"I want you to-" "Ya i know, i heard you.. why though?"

Sherlock flushed a looked away, and John stared at him.

"I dont know... new things," Sherlock smiled shyly, looking away.

John bit his lip. He didnt feel comfortable with this, and he didnt want to hurt Sherlock in any way.

"Okay, but if i hurt you, tell me, okay?" John asked, and Sherlock nodded, latching onto John, and climbing onto his lap, ravishing his lips, before John hesitantly raised a hand in the air.

After a while, Sherlock whined, pulling back.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Sorry, Sherlock i cant, im not spanking you," John said, blushing a bit at the sentence, and Sherlock giggled.

"When you put it that way-" "Shut up, can we just-hmp...mmm,"

...

The next morning, as Sherlock was curled up in Johns arms, listening to his soft breathing, Sherlock thought about what he had said last night. Sex with John was amazing at first, always blowing his mind, but he felt that it was simmering away a bit. Of course he loved John, and his- well you get my point-but he felt as if there should be more. Something to make sex with John more.. interesting.

And thats when he proposed the expiriment.

As John was making toast, Sherlock rested his hands on his hips, and burried his face in Johns neck.

"Morning love," John said, tilting his head a bit to meet Sherlocks soft curls.

"John," Sherlock whispered, pressing his lips to Johns neck.

"Hm..."

"I have an idea..."

-

"Wait.. so em...you-you mean-" "Yes. Every night this week we try something new. I have a couple of ideas. And if we dont agree on it, then we'll just do what we usually do," Sherlock winked, and John rolled his eyes.

"Well, thanks, i totally love hearing your unappreciativeness having to do with sex-something we both participate in-" "No,no... its not that its boring-nothings boring with you John-just.. i feel like we could do something more..." He placed a hand on Johns shoulder and leaned in a bit.

"Fun," He whispered, and John swallowed, before placing a hand on Sherlocks chest, and shoving him away.

"So you mean you want to explore kinks?" John asked as he got up to make tea, and Sherlock flushed.

"I... well.." "Okay. You can.. come up with ideas and we'll expiriment tonight," John shrugged, before placing a light kiss on Sherlocks cheek, and walking back to the bedroom.

-

Later that night, while Sherlock was looking at case files, John titlted his chin away from the papers, and met his lips quickly, pushing his toungue past Sherlocks teeth.

Sherlock jumped, and then sighed, getting up, and letting John pull him to the bedroom.

After a while of snogging, John pulled away, breathing raggedly, and looking up at Sherlock with blown eyes.

"Whats first on the list then?" He panted, and Sherlock swallowed.

"Em... well, i do like your uniform," Sherlock said, shyly looking away, and Johns eyes shot up.

"You want me to-" "Yes," Sherlock peeped, and John blinked at him.

"Um.. Sherlock, i dont fit in it like i use to-" "Dont care," Sherlock whispered, kissing John once more.

"I need order, captain,"

And that did it for John.

-

The next night was a bit unusual, something John had never done before.

"Sherlock, im only 4 years older than you," Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Yeah, i know," "You're calling me old," "Im calling you a sexy, classy man John Watson," Sherlock smirked, and John rolled his eyes. "Except im not a sexy classy man-" "You're sexy-" "Shush, let me finish. And as much as you can turn your gorgeous face to look like an 18 year old, i dont think we should,"

"Please," Sherlock voice went a little higher, and he started to make himself look smaller, and John realised he was starting to play this game.

"I really need you right now,"

John blinked at Sherlock, eyes widening as Sherlock began to crawl onto Johns lap, pressing his figure against his.

"Ive been a naughty boy, Daddy, i need you to punish me," Sherlock whispered, pressing his lips to Johns neck.

After a while, Sherlock felt Johns chest begin to rumble, and a low chuckling voice made its way to his ear, and Sherlock pulled away.

"Im-im sorry, but no i cant do this Sherlock," John laughed, and Sherlock frowned, turning red and becoming embarrased.

"Fine then," Sherlock hmphed, and sat up, leaving John practically crying in the spot.

"Im-hehe-wait Sherlock, love, please, i still want you, but right now i-i cant, ahaha,"

Sherlock turned away from John, pouting a bit, before John came over, and took his hand.

"I just dont think i like that bit," John giggled, and Sherlock rolled his eyes, still red.

"C'mon love, lets go to bed," He smiled, and Sherlock sighed, before giving in.

-

So, nights went on like this, trying new things, getting off in different ways. To be quiet honest, it was probably the best week of Johns life if he thought about it.

You could never really tire with sex, especially when Sherlock was the other partner.

Okay, this is a shit end, but i dont know how to end it and im sick and ya kk :).