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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV), Sherlock_Holmes_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      John_Watson/Reader, John_Watson/You
  Character:
      John_Watson, Reader, Mycroft_Holmes
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Underage_Kissing, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Dirty_Talk,
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, John_Watson_is_a_dirty_dirty_man, Polyamorous
      Relationships, Established_Mycroft_Holmes/John_Watson, Established
      Father/Daughter_Relationship, Alternate_Universe, Mycroft_Holmes_is_a
      dirty_dirty_man, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 6 of Untitled
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-13 Words: 1156
****** Hero ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     You give John the hero's welcome home he's always wanted.
Notes
     Depending on where you are in the world, the age of consent varies
     considerably.
     According to laws in England and Wales, the age of consent is 16, but
     if the person is a student of the older person it becomes 18.
     I have labeled this story with an underage warning as a precautionary
     measure. How old someone thinks this character could be will be left
     entirely in reader's imagination.
     Please read the tags for warnings.
     This has neither been brit-picked or beta'd.
See the end of the work for more notes
"Daddy said you served in the military. Is that true?"
 
John folded down his newspaper and looked up at you with a curious look on his
face.
 
"Yes. Yes I did. I was an army doctor." he answered you cautiously.
 
"Then, you must be some sort of hero, huh?"
 
"I suppose so."
 
"I bet you were really brave. I've read all about the war in Afghanistan in
school and saw reports on the news. Daddy also said you were shot. Where were
you shot?"
 
"My left shoulder." John said as he ghosts his hand over the location of the
wound.
 
"Oh wow. That must have been awful for you." You pause and hesitantly asked,
"May I see it?"
 
"Uhhh.. I don't know. I don't think your dad would like me doing that."
 
"Oh." you say dejectedly. "Well, forget it then. Sorry I asked." You start to
turn away from him, but his hand catches your wrist, stopping you.
 
"Wait. I'm sorry." John then starts to remove his jumper, pulling up and over
his head. He then unbuttons his shirt carefully, slips it off of his shoulders,
and slides his arms out of the sleeves.
 
Your eyes focus on the sunburst-shaped scar on his shoulder. You tentatively
reach out to touch it, but seeing John flinch slightly causes you to step back
slightly.
 
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."
 
"It's all right. Come here." John's hand reaches out for yours. He then gently
places your hand on top of his scar.
 
It's like nothing you've ever felt before. You start to trace every bump and
divot with your fingertips.
 
"Does it still hurt? It looks like it would still hurt."
 
"Sometimes when the temperature drops, it'll become stiff and difficult to
move. It's just a dull ache sort of feeling on most days."
 
You then lean forward and place a soft kiss at the center of the scar, your
lips lingering there a bit longer than necessary. With your lips still on his
scar, you look up at John through your eyelashes. John smiles down at you
contentedly and starts running his hand through your hair, encouraging you to
continue. You poke your tongue out slightly and gingerly draw it along the
widest line of scar tissue. John groans deeply at your touch as his hand grips
the back of your head, holding you there. You proceed to lick and kiss every
inch of his scar, only stopping when you hear John moan your name above you.
 
John starts to stammer, realizing what he'd done, but you place your index
finger on his lips, shushing him. You move your finger away, only to replace it
with your lips on his. He seems shocked at first, but acquiesces. What started
out as a sweet kiss becomes rather heated as his tongue slowly parts your lips,
slides into your mouth and gently rolls around in your mouth with yours. Your
wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your body closer to his. You feel his
hands snake down your sides until they settle on your hips. He then grips you
hard, pressing you against him. You feel his burgeoning erection filling his
jeans as his body is flush with yours. You grind yourself against him,
eliciting a rough moan to escape John's lips.
 
John then drags you towards the sofa, pushes you onto it, and climbs on top of
you. He kisses you again passionately. His hands reach under your skirt,
rubbing your swollen clit through your already soaked knickers. You moan
breathily as his finger circles it with precision.
 
"John.. please..."
 
"Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."
 
His fingers tug at the waistband of your knickers and he glides in, parting
your folds gently.
 
"John... I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Please, John. Fuck me hard."
 
Not wasting any time; he pulls out his hand from your knickers, yanks them off
of you, and undoes his jeans. He shimmies his jeans down, reaches into his
pants, and takes out his stiff, leaking cock. He spreads your legs wide, lines
his cock with your dripping hole, and thrusts deep inside of you. He fucks you
hard and fast, his hips grinding against yours.
 
"John! Oh, John! Fuck me harder, John!" you exclaim.
 
"Fucking christ, you're tight. You just love my cock, don't you? Tell me how
much you love my cock, you little cock tease."
 
"John, I love your big cock. Oh my god, you feel so fucking good!"
 
John pounds into your tight cunt harder and harder, the sound of flesh slapping
against flesh filling the room obscenely.
 
You start to rub your clit, intensifying the sensation, until you come hard,
screaming John's name.
 
John continues fucking you deeply until his own release takes over him, filling
your cunt.
 
Breathing heavily, he places his arms on either side of you, holding himself up
above.
 
"Fucking hell." John then gingerly moves a strand of hair that has fallen on
your face away from it with his index finger. He kisses your lips softly. You
feel the sweat from his face on yours. "That was amazing. Was it good for you?
I didn't hurt you, did I?"
 
Before you can say a single word, you both hear a voice from behind you
respond. "I think she enjoyed it very much, wouldn't you say so, my dear?"
 
"Mycroft! I... uhh.." John cries as he leaps off of you, hurriedly trying to
right himself on the sofa. "I.. ummm.."
 
You sit up and surprise John by snuggling up close to him, wrapping your arms
around his chest. "Daddy, John was wonderful. Did I do a good job, Daddy?"
 
"Yes, my darling girl. Splendid."
 
John turns to Mycroft and then to you, looking at both of you in disbelief.
"Wait. What the hell is going on?"
 
"John, love. I know things have been rather stressful for you at the hospital
and your nightmares have become a nightly occurrence. I had become concerned
about your general well-being and expressed these thoughts to my sweet, loving
daughter."
 
"Seeing Daddy so worried about you only made me want to help out. That's when I
came up with a way to help you feel better. I mean, we've both noticed the way
you look at me sometimes. I knew it wouldn't take too much to convince you to
give in and take what you want. To allow you to be in control of yourself, sort
of feel like a hero again, and get to fuck me like you've always wanted to.
You're not angry with us, are you?"
 
John chuckled incredulously. "Mycroft, let me get this straight. You figured
the only way to relieve my stress was to have your daughter seduce me and then
let me fuck her?"
 
"Well... yes. Did it work?"
 
John then pondered for a moment, smiled sweetly, and said finally "Oh god,
yes."
 
End Notes
     While this story is set within the universe I created, the timeline/
     premise of this particular story doesn't quite match up with the
     other stories. It was written late last year before I had decided to
     publish them as a series.
     I guess this would fit in with the whole "I might have a military
     kink" thing relating to John Watson.
     I promise not all of my stories will only involve sex with John.
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