Characters: John x Reader, Sherlock
A/N: A John x Reader fic for all the John!girls out there @martinfreemanisababe @fandomfreak221b @jessiedangerous and @disneychic8. Just send me an ask if you want to be tagged or untagged. I wrote this with a soupy brain, but I hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think, feedback is always welcome :)
Summary: After getting hurt from a case, Sherlock aided your wounds. And John just doesn’t like other people touching you.
Themes: Jealous!John. John being mean. Smut. Fluffy ending.
“Ow! Sherlock, gentler please.” You hissed.
“Stop fidgeting then.” He answered with a sharpness to his tone as he continued to attend to your shoulder wound. You rolled your eyes at him and tried to stabilize yourself by holding onto the edges of the counter you were currently sitting on. “This is what you get for not listening to me.” He looked at you through his long lashes and you scoffed. “You deserve it.” He jokingly teased with a straight face prompting you to swat the side of his arm making him flinch a little. He smirked at your gesture and you ended up laughing with him as he finished dressing your wound.
“What’s going on?” John asked. His voice mimicked his expression, surprised yet equally steely. His fists were balled on either side as he tried not to jump to conclusions. There better be a damn good reason why you’re sitting on the kitchen counter with Sherlock standing in between your open legs.
You and Sherlock looked at him at the same time “John.” You smiled at him but then you noticed his hostile posture, as did Sherlock. He distanced himself from you, allowing John to see your injured shoulder.
“What the hell happened?” John furrowed his brows and walked to stand directly in front of you, blocking his flatmate completely. Sherlock lost a bit of balance and met your eyes with a frown before shaking it off and speaking.
“It’s a shallow cut. We were out on a case and there’s this-”
“I’m sorry mate, did it sound like I was talking to you?” John said with a sharpness to his polite tone, his eyes burning through Sherlock’s skull.
“John.” You warned but Sherlock took the oh-so-obvious hint and decided to back off.
“I think I better leave…” He said, collecting his coat and scarf by the door before leaving the same way he went in.
“That was rude, John.” You said upon hearing the door click shut. “This jealousy thing is getting out of hand.” You scowled at him as you got down from the counter. “I mean, he’s your best friend, for god’s sake.”
“I know he is. And I just saw him between my girlfriend’s legs.” He countered, adamant on his resolve.
“Oh my god, I cannot believe you!” You looked at him with distaste. “I was injured. He was giving me first aid!”
“You were literally breathing the same fucking air!” He loudly retorted. “And why not come to me? I’m the doctor here.”
“You’re also a soldier, as you keep threatening Sherlock with…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He tilted his head, brows knotted.
“Nothing. It’s just- you know.” You examined his reaction, wondering whether you should say what you’re about to say knowing that John overreacts to the stupidest things. “You can be a little… heavy-handed.”
John pulled his head back a bit in disbelief. “You mean, Sherlock is gentler than me?” He asked. You managed a little ‘Well…’ before he spoke again. “So that’s it then, hm? Sherlock treats you better than I do? You prefer him over me?”
You actually groaned at him. You’re bleeding through the gauze on your wound, your muscles are sore like crazy (for running 12 blocks) and now he’s giving you a headache.
“You know what, John?” You calmly spoke. “I don’t need this right now. When or if you decide to get your head out of your ass, I don’t know- just send me a text or something.” You said as you retreated back to your room. Not hearing another word from John.
Left in the kitchen, he found himself staring at the empty space you used to be in.
The door creaked open and a familiar voice erupted.
“Hello, John.” Sherlock spoke.
“What the- How did you get in?” John asked.
“I, uh, have a key.” He dangled some keys.
“Those are my keys.” John said. Classic Sherlock, he thought “I lost those a few weeks ago.”
“No, you didn’t. I took them. I also have your old service weapon but that’s not why I came back.” He spoke rather quickly.
“What is it then?” John seemed to have calmed down.
“Well, I came to get my phone…” He reached for his phone somewhere on the counter, near John’s side. “and to tell you that you shouldn’t worry about me and Y/N.” His voice was filled with sincerity. “She’s my family, like you’re my family. I do love her but not in the way that you’re thinking.” Sherlock explained. “I would never do that to you.”
John breathed, his shoulders slumping a little, feeling like an idiot. “I know that…”
“Did you really?” Sherlock scrunched his forehead. “It didn't seem that way to me a few minutes ago. Or that time at the supermarket. Or at Mrs. Hudson’s birthday. Or when we were at the science convention-”
“Hey, you said a very sexual comment at the science convention.” John pointed at Sherlock, remembering the ‘You got a nice set of jugs.’ incident.
“Christ, John! I was talking about the measuring jugs that she bought.” Sherlock laughed and John felt stupid again.
Smiles were exchanged and seconds passed before Sherlock spoke again. “Seriously, John. Y/N loves you. I think maybe it’s time you give her the same level of faith she’s giving you. You know she deserves it.”
“You’re right.” John nodded. “Listen, Sherlock, I-”
“I know.” Sherlock cut him off as he was trying to apologize. “Save it for her. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He said, offering his hand to John.
“So we’re good?” John asked, shaking Sherlock’s hand.
Three knocks caught your attention and you watched as John slowly opened the door. “Y/N?” He called.
“…Bathroom.” You hesitated before you answered. You were still cross with him but you really didn’t have the energy to argue. The bathroom door was open so John was able to look inside.
“You’re bleeding through your shirt…” Concern was etched on his face when he moved closer to examine your shoulder. “We need to redress this. Can you take off your top?” He noticed how you avoided looking directly at him.
“Yeah…” You muttered before taking your shirt off, wincing at the stinging pain. John took the first aid kit he had below the sink and redressed your wound, going as tender as he can possibly can. You took note of his effort and softened up a little bit. After he finished, realizing you can’t shower, you filled a small basin with warm water and took a hand towel from the rack. You were having trouble wringing the wet cloth what with a bad arm.
“I can help you with that.” He volunteered and you finally looked at him. “Let me help, please.” You gave him the washcloth but then you grunted at the pain in your legs. “What’s wrong?”
“My legs are killing me…” You reached down to massage one when John suggested for you to sit down, so you moved to bed.
Wringing the towel, John rubbed on your good arm. “Y/N, I, uh, wanted to apologize for how I acted.” He said. “You’ve been nothing but understanding of me and my work hours and I’ve been nothing but a jealous boyfriend. I should have known better than to be doubtful of you.” He looked up to meet your eyes.
“Yes. Yes, I will.” He said and you smiled at how flustered he got. “We, uh, barely see each other because of work and on the days that we are together, I don’t want it to be like this. So, I’m so sorry for being a jealous prick-”
His words were cut off with your mouth on his. When you pulled away, John took a second to breathe in and went in again for another kiss, deeper and much more intimate this time. John caught the side of your body, tracing patterns with his warm hand before travelling to your back and unhooking your bra. Goosebumps sprinkled your skin when the cool air hit your exposed breasts. John took one breast in his hand and very softly kneaded it, giving your hardened nipple a light pinch. A groan rumbled from your throat before breaking the kiss and whispering, “Lay down on the bed.”
You did as you were told and settled yourself on the bed. John climbed the bed and kissed you again before going down to kiss your neck and suck at your pulse point. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you felt a fresh wave of arousal on your already wet core.
“What is this?” You managed to ask, wondering (but so not complaining) why John is being so gentle with you.
“This is me proving that I can be gentle and me deciding to pull my head out of my ass.” He smiled and a chuckle left you.
“A thought I told you to send me a text or something?”
“I went with ‘or something’.” He took one breast in his mouth, circling the nipple with his tongue while he played with the other using his hand.
You were trailing your hand to open your trousers when his hand caught your wrist. “Let me. I’ll take care of you, love. Just relax.” He’d unbuttoned and unzipped you when you asked.
“Don’t worry about me. I want to do this for you.” He pulled your trousers and your underwear all the way off of you. He settled between your thighs and touched your dripping sex, coating his thumbs with your slick. “You’re soaking.” He commented before licking a broad stripe all the way up to your clit and you shuddered at the contact.
“More.” You breathed, needy and wanting. His mouth was immediately on you, his tongue darting out and adding to the sensation. You looked down and the view of John face buried in your sex sent a flood of slick to your core.
“Holy fuck, Y/N, you taste so good.” John moaned, the vibrations threatening to tip you over to the edge. John added two fingers in and he felt you clench around him. He continued pumping in and out of you and a few moments after, your breath is picking up the pace.
“John, I’m gonna-!” You moaned and John sped up the pace of his thrusts as he sucked on your swollen bud. Within seconds, your orgasm hit you like a train. Your walls, convulsing around his fingers as he helped you ride it out.
“That was amazing.” You breathed as John lied down beside you. “I really needed that. Thank you.” Your eyelids were growing heavy as you snuggled closer to John. He covered you with the blanket before he kissed your forehead.
