Investigation and Interrogation (a Sherlock smut fanfiction) Part 1

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A/N- This is my first time writing smut so bear with me! This is a fanfiction I wrote for my friend because of her obsession with Sherlock. This is just a oneshot and before I just want to warn you that it contains smut and intimate scenes so only read if you are a mature reader. xx Hey people ik irl get off my page now you have been warned I swear I will kill you no jokes.

My eyes snapped open. My vision blurred and my mind clouded. Where was I? How did I get here? My thought process was a series of questions as my vision became clearer and I could take in my surroundings. I was in a quite old fashioned living room with a fireplace, a mirror mounted above it which reflected the black and white patterned wallpaper behind me, a desk with papers and a laptop and two solitary arm chairs facing the fireplace. My eyebrows furrowed and a look of panic contorted on my face as I realised the ropes tying my wrist together behind the chair, my ankles and my waist. I tried struggling my way out of the restraints, with no success. I tried calling out but my mouth was gagged aswell. I soon gave up and seconds later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, getting closer and closer until they were right outside the door to the room.

The door swung open to reveal a tall man draped with a long, black coat with the collars turned up slightly complete with matching greyish-blue scarf. His pale white face with cheekbones jutting out under his peircing icy blue eyes that contrasted against his skin. He had dark curly locks that fell over his face in waves over his forehead. He started slowly walking over to me, his curls bouncing and his coat blowing out behind him. I froze as soon as I saw him in the doorway, unable to tear my eyes away from his face, feeling a mixture of fear and attraction towards him. His eyes scanned my restricted body, his eyes blank and emotionless as they returned to my eyes staring into them. It was like he was trying to look into my soul, trying to expose all my dark secrets. I had never been so unsure, scared in my life. He then got up from where he was kneeling just in front of me and started to walk round, examining me even further. I could feel his presence behind me. He bent lower to my ear, his warm breath hitting the back of my neck causing shivers to run down my spine. My breath hitched in my throat as he opened his mouth to speak to me.

"You're probably wondering why you're here Miss Evans," his voice a dark whisper slightly arousing me as my skin grew hot. How did he know my name? I didn't know who he was or why I was here. I was even more confused now than I was when I first woke up. I tried to speak, my words coming out in muffled sounds. He chuckled as he walked back to his place on the floor where he had been kneeling only seconds ago. He leant in, his face dangerously close to mine, his warm breath hitting my sore lips from the gag.

"Well, there is news that you have been a rather naughty girl. Causing trouble for the police, working with criminals and masterminds alike. So far its not looking very good for you" he said as he looked down away from my eyes. I looked at him in a pure expresion of horror at the accusations falling from his pale pink lips.

"I never did any of those things!" I tried to shout, my voice still coming out distorted.

"You're not making things easier for yourself by telling lies. Or even speaking for that matter. Take my advice and don't speak again." He said withdrawing from his position, the air instantly began to feel colder without his face inches away from mine. His hands rested on the edge of my knees but gradually began to slide higher and higher up my thighs. My breath became more ragged and my chest began to rise rapidly. My skin grew even hotter as I became more and more aroused, my mind unable to concentrate anymore.

The light touches he made on my thighs, running them up and down was making my heart beat faster, a small smile playing on his lips, an evil, seductive glint in his eyes. His hands carried on their pattern until his hands began to go up higher than my thighs towards the top of my jeans. His hands began caressing my waist as his hands slipped to the zip on jeans, slowly dragging it down further until they were full unzipped. His hands left my hips and travelled up my body at an agonisingly slow pace and then returning to my waist. This time when he makes his ascent up my body he takes my t-shirt with his hands. I felt my hands release for a moment as he removed my shirt but the rope was quickly tied back so that I couldn't fight back. I doubt I would have had the strength to anyway.

Once my T-shirt was removed his fingers glided along my skin, barely touching it. My whole body ignites with his gentle touches as they slip further down my chest towards the top of my bra. His fingers continue their path down the middle until they glide towards the my back, gently un-hooking my bra and sliding the straps down my arms until it fell to the ground along with my t-shirt. His eyes widened as he took in my body. I suddenly felt self conscious though because of the restraints I could do nothing but sit there completely exposed for anyone to see. His hands left my skin and recoiled to his own body where he started to remove his scarf and long coat to reaveal the white shirt and blazer jacket underneath. He made short work of the blazer and soon it was on the floor in front of me. He beagan to unbutton his shirt and threw it to the other side of the room. His hands slipped down to the hem of his trousers which were just as quickly removed as the other items of clothing until he was left in just his boxers. I was mesmerised by his body though I fought the urge to look below his waistline. His hands were brought back to my body as he brought his face closer to mine. He started to leave a trail of kisses from my lips, down my jaw and to my neck. My head tilted back in pleasure as his hands began to remove my jeans, leaving me in just my panties.

To my suprise, I felt the restraints being removed. First he untangled the ropes behind my waist, then my hands but left my ankles just in case I decided to escape, not that there was anywhere to escape to. The door was locked and I could see that all the windows were too, I was trapped and there was no point fighting it.

"You can't run and there is nowhere to hide. And I wouldn't make any noises if I were you." He breathed into my ear.

- That is the end of part 1. This was really bad so idk. Comment, Vote and Follow if you would like me to post more. Once again this is my first time writing smut and I know that sherlock smut is normally johnlock smut (which I do read religiously) but this was kind of a way to troll and annoy my friend but also for the lovely people of wattpad.

HELLO IF YOU KNOW ME IRL AND SOMEHOW FOUND MY WATTPAD WHICH I KNOW HAS BEEN HAPPENING  RECENTLY WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE? GET OFF MY PAGE NOW!... yeah that happened I'm sorry. Mwahh <3

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