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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, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Slight
      Anal_Teasing, Hair_Pulling, Dirty_Talk, John_Watson_is_a_bad_bad_man,
      Underage_Kissing, Polyamorous_Relationships, Established_Mycroft_Holmes/
      John_Watson, Established_Father/Daughter_Relationship, Implied/Referenced
      Incest, Alternate_Universe, Mycroft_Holmes_is_a_dirty_dirty_man, Voyeur
      Mycroft, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 5 of Untitled
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-12 Words: 1159
****** John Watson Is A Dirty, Dirty Man ******
by orphan_account
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
You're lying on your bed reading a book when a sudden knock on your door causes
you to jump. You climb off of your bed and gingerly turn the doorknob. You open
it to find John standing in the doorway, staring into your eyes and smiling.
"Hello, John. Is there something you need?"
"Yeah. I do." he leers.
John grabs you around your waist and pulls you towards him. His lips hungrily
kiss yours. His hand snakes around your back and grab your bum, causing a
muffled squeak to escape your lips. He leads you backwards onto the bed and
throws you down on top of it.
"Have you been a good girl today, my dear?" he teased.
"Yes, John. I've been very good."
His hands slide up your thighs, reach under your skirt, and grip the waistband
of your white cotton knickers. He slowly pulls them down your thighs and just
past your knees, leaving them there as a sort of constraint.
"That's good. That's very good. But I don't want you to be a good girl for me.
I want you to be bad. Can you be a bad girl for Uncle John?"
You gulp visibly. He's never called himself "Uncle John" before and the way he
says it goes straight to your clit.
"Yes, Uncle John. I'm a very bad girl and I think I should be punished."
John smirks coyly and growls, "Get on your hands and knees, now."
You carefully maneuver yourself on the bed, the knickers still wrapped around
your knees restricting your movements slightly. You bring yourself up on all
fours as ordered and wait for further instruction.
But it doesn't come. The next thing you feel is John lifting up your skirt and
his hand smacking your arse in quick succession. The first ten are rough and
have a lasting sting. You can't help but cry out with each subsequent hit. The
next ten are practically kitten licks compared to the first ten due to the
numbness slowly spreading around your buttocks.
"Do you think you've been sufficiently punished, you little slut?" John barked.
"No, Uncle John. I don't believe that I have been punished enough for being
such a naughty girl."
"Hmm, no you haven't. But I think you want me to punish you. I think you're
starting to like it. Well, we can't have that."" John pulls at your hair,
yanking your head back uncomfortably. You gasp loudly. "Lie on your stomach and
spread your legs as far as you can for me."
You do as he asks. You're only able to spread them as far as your knickers will
stretch, which is apparently just enough when you feel John's spit-soaking
fingers rubbing along your arsehole. You groan softly as his fingers circle
your hole, teasing you.
"Please..."
He cuts you off. "Please what, you tart?"
"Please, don't."
A deep, sinister chuckle emanates from John's mouth. "Are you telling me you
don't want me to touch you here?" His pokes the tip of his index finger inside,
causing you to moan and writhe.
"Yes. Please don't, Uncle John."
He leans in close to you. His hot breath tickles your ears as he rasps, "Are
you saving that virginal hole for Daddy as well? Is that it? It's not enough
that your Daddy took your sweet cunt, but he also gets your arsehole as well?
How is that bloody fair? Your father should really learn how to share his toys
properly."
"Please Uncle John, don't be angry with Daddy. I'll do whatever you want. Just
not that." you whimper.
John thinks for a moment and says, finally, "Fine. But I will most certainly
discuss this matter at a later date with him."
John's fingers trace along your thighs as he ponders his next move. He lies
down on the bed and coos, "Well, then I want to watch you bounce up and down on
my fat cock. Come on. I can't wait all day, my dear."
You remove your knickers quickly and crawl on top of John. You line up your wet
hole with his thick erection and sink down onto him until you are fully seated
in his lap. Just as you're about to move, John cautions, "And don't you dare
cum until I tell you to. All right. Fuck me, you naughty little whore."
Your moans fill the room as his deliciously fat cock stretches your hole every
time you glide back down his length.
"Oh Uncle John! You feel so good. Oh my god. Oh my..." you gasp and groan.
"Tell me how much you love my cock. I want to hear you say it!" John moans.
"I love it! Oh my, John. It feels so good."
"No, no. I need to hear you tell me how much you love. my. cock."
"I can't do that. Daddy wouldn't like it."
"Daddy wouldn't like what?" he quizzed.
"Daddy wouldn't like me using foul language."
John snorts. "Well, he isn't here right now, is he? Come on, darling. Do it for
me. Tell me. He'll never know." he goads.
You start to roll your hips slowly, drawing out tiny gasps from John's mouth.
You lick you lips, part them and purr, "Uncle John, I love your fat..."
"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Daddy hissed from the doorway.
"Daddy!" You freeze on the spot and start to climb off of John.
"Oh no, my dear. Stay right where you are. I want to watch. But sweetheart,
you're a good girl and good girls don't use such foul language now, do they?"
"No, Daddy." You resume your rather fantastic ride on John's erection at
Daddy's encouragement.
"Mycroft... she's been a very bad girl. And I want to hear my bad girl tell me
how much she's enjoying herself." John looks up at you and orders, "Tell me how
much you love my cock, now!"
"Don't, my dear. You'll regret it. I promise you that you won't like it one
bit."
"Tell me now and I'll let you cum. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
You look between the two of them, unsure of what to do. You want to please
Daddy. You always want to please Daddy. But John says he'll let you cum and
you'll burst if you don't get to cum soon.
John begins to thrust deep and hard into you, not giving you much choice in the
matter. Your orgasm builds to a crescendo and you cry out, "Oh Daddy, John's
fat cock feels so fucking good!"
"Come for me, love." John smirked quietly.
Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, washing over you. You close your eyes
and collapse onto John's sweat-soaked chest, satiated. You creak open your eyes
when you feel a finger pull away a strand of hair from your forehead.
"I hope that it was worth it, my dear." Daddy scolded.
You giggle softly and exclaim breathlessly, "It was Daddy. It really was."
End Notes
     I wrote this a while ago. For some reason, I have several stories
     saved involving sex with John Watson. I'm not sure if it's because I
     didn't get around to posting them or I have a military kink. Either
     one seems to make sense to me.
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