Inspiration for geniuses (1/3)
Title: Inspiration for geniuses
Author: gloryofthesun
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Characters: John, Irene, Jim, Mycroft
Category: PWP
Rating: 16ish, maybe even a bit more 17ish
Summary: Fill for this prompt on the sherlock kink meme.
Disclaimer: Do you honestly believe that I could claim anything about Sherlock my own - except for the DVD box? All the Moff´s and Godtiss´s and of course ACD´s.
Warnings: dubcon for this chapter
Spoilers: I doubt that there are some.
Okay, before we get started with it: It´s the first time ever I wrote something like that and all my "experience" is gained by fanfictions. I´m afraid that it´s not as amazing as other stuff you find on LJ.
Furthermore I´m not a native English speaker, hence not the best grammar (maybe even wrong use of voabulary...I hope not!).
But now - if when I haven´t scared you away by now - enjoy the show!
Inspiration for geniuses
Chapter 1
When Sherlock has told John that he was a fantastic inspiration and stimulation for his genius, the ex-soldier probably should have known that his best friend had jinked it. Now he could already imagine his new card: 'Capt. John H. Watson, M. D. - inspiration for mental geniuses'.
All right, he had come to terms with all the kidnapping finally, but it was an absolute mystery to him,, why three quarters of said geniuses thought that suexual stimulation had to be related to it. Not, that John was complaining...no, really, most times he enjoyed the more or less rough sex - he has always had something sub about himself - but there were also times when he wished that his abductors were more asexual like Sherlock and were satisfied by his merer presence. But no, of course John had to be some kind of weird magnet for crazy, slightly violent geniuses.
***SHSHSH***
The first time the black car had pulled up, John had instantly thought of Mycroft. Hell, of course he had thought of Mycroft! Of whom else? But when he sat blindfolded on the backseat, hands tied together behind his back, he knew he had been wrong. When he was led out of the car and someone had undid his trousers and pulled his jumper over his head, he had become quite suspicious - with a nagging thought in the back of his mind. The soft bed sheeets have been the next clue. Combined with the quite expensive perfume whose smell hung in the air, John found his suspicions confirmed.
"So, not dead?", he asked, his voice as casual as you could expect it from a nearly fully naked army doctor with a blindfold and tied hands lying on a bed completely exposed. The whizzing sound of leather lashing playfully through the air was the only answer. John´s senses were on alert. "Um, well", he continued carefully, "I´m glad that you´re not actually dead. But I´m surprised. Why did you kidnap me? I mean, after all, you and Sher-mmmpffff!" Some sort of a gag was shoved into his mouth and a long, slender finger rested upon it. "Shhht", the low voice of Irene Adler hushed in a seductive way, "I require you to be silent, John - I may say John? - or I could find the thought of scolding you quite appealing", the tip of a leather crop was traced along John´s jaw line and sent a shiver down his spine. John was a male human being, after all, and he found the whole situation incredibly arousing.
"You see, John", Irene´s breath was warm against his left ear, "I was very interested in the life of Sherlock and you. Some days ago I overheard Sherlock saying how...stimulating you can be", her tongue tasted John´s ear sending another shiver down his spine straight to his cock, "And after thinking for some time I found myself agreeing. Whenever you are around, Sherlock is even more genius. And you seem to affect me positively, too. So many ideas, so many solutions to problems suddenly being there... Aou are amazing, John Watson."
The sharp tips of her long finger nails wandered over his well defined chest muscles and the doctor could practically hear the smile in her voice. Suddenly his pants were pulled off slowly; the gag muffled John´s yelp of surprise. "I believe you are stimulating for my genius, too", Irene continued and his gag was removed, "And I know a perfect way of extending the stimulation to its maximum we both won´t mind in the slightest." Her lips met his in a demanding way and her fingers found their way down John´s hips. His breath grew short and hollow when she teased him rubbing her riding crop up and down his inner thighs.
She smirked into the kiss and murmured: "I am sure you have not been following your orders exactly, have you, soldier?" Her voice had grown louder and harsh; it was incredibly arousing and when she slapped the crop playfully against his buttock, John could barely suppress a moan."N-no." The next slap was more stinging. "You have to show your superior respect, soldier."
"I´m sorry, Miss Adler", John all but whimpered when the slap was aimed at his trained torso this time. "That´s better", it came from Irene who losened his blindfold and placed an airly, taunting kiss on his neck. His hands still tied and captured between his back and the mattress, John tried to wriggle himself into a more comfortable position but a slight slap stopped him. "No", Irene commanded coldly, "Don´t move, soldier", oh, she really was a dominatrix, "You definitely need more training. Maybe you will learn faster when some...punishment will remind you of your place?" She rubbed the cropp in circles around his cock teasingly. John shuddered helplessly, his cock twitching.
"So", Irene pretended to think before she kissed him again, rougghly forcing her tongue into his mouth. John groaned and raised his head when she suddenly turned away after only a few seconds. She tutted. "You are quite the eager one, aren´t you? It appears that you need some lesson to remind you of your place, soldier." John grew harder and harder every second. "Yes, Miss Adler", he breathed heavily. An amused smirk played aroud Irene´s lips. "Really? Well, then I think I should teach you some manners." She flipped the crop away and swang one of her legs over his body so that she sat on top of his belly. With skilled and trained hands she traced down his body and knew just how and where to touch John to make him shudder in delight. When she cupped his balls a loud moan escaped his mouth and his back tried to arch up reflexively - but Irene´s weight suppressed that movement successfully. She chuckled lowly. "Steady, soldier, steady. Or", her voice got that damn hot dominating tone again, "Maybe I shold give you a quick but lasting lesson. Maybe it is a good ride you need, soldier. What do you think, hm?"
"Y-yes, M-miss", John panted. Irene squeezed his cock slightly, John moaned again. "Yu don´t sound entirely convinced", she reprimanded.
"I-I´m s-sorry Miss A-adler", John all but winced, barely getting a whole sentence together in his lust-blown mind, "Please, Miss Adler. I-I need it." An appericating hum slipped Irene´s throat when she shifted her position. John did not know where she had gotten the lubricant and a condom from that fast, but he did not really think about it, either. He was too engulfed in his lust and arousal to think straight. The next thing he felt was the tight hole thttat sunk down onto his cock. A sound between moaning and gasping escaped his throat. Irene pushed harder down and gasped herself.
It was the roughest but undoubtingly the best ride John ever had. Everything just passed in a blur of lust, but was still deliciously intense. Irene knew exactly how to do it. The Woman, indeed. Endless moments later John yelled out of joy, overwhelmed by the best orgasm he ever had, and was noting more than a shuddering, gasping mess.
When he was able to think again - his brain was still far frmo using its full capacity - he felt her fingers running up and down his chest. She smiled when John shifted with a groan; his arms were going to hurt like hell very soon - and placed a soft short kiss on his lips. "He was right", she said, "You are the best stimulation for genius. It was a pleasure, soldier." She slid her hand down his back and untied his hands. "We´ll meet again when I need inspiration. Then we will see if you can be a good soldier." She smirked and left John who still was regaining his strength.
He was not quite sure whether he should be slightly scared or looking forward to the next time. However, if he had known, what else would follow, he would have been very tempted to kill Sherlock slowly and painfully for jinxing everything with his words...
Well, that was the first chapter. I´ll post the link to the second chapter here as well as on the sherlock kink meme.
I hope you enjoyed it so far and will also read the next one. ;D
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