Being Thirsty.

being thirsty.

scenario: You thirsty for Johnny, locked in a restroom stall during an event.

warnings: smut, female reader, the word “cocksucker”, blowjob, male receiving, public (restroom), dirty talk, cum.

words: 1.2k

a/n: maybe some sentences or words are confusing or written wrongly, english is not my native language and i'm far from fluent. This is my first smut, thank you for the patience and time. Hope you have a good read!

You were at an important party full of well known celebrities as Depp’s companion, since you’re his beloved wife. You were standing at his side, his hand on your waist, while he talked to a fellow actor. 

“Is that wine?” You ask, glancing at the glass on his hand. “Yes, it Is. Would you like some?” Johnny suggests, giving you a small smile, his hand gently squeezing your waist. “Excuse me for a moment, I need to get my wife a drink.” He says to the person he was talking to and takes your hand, leading you towards the bar.

As you both walk, he whispers in your ear. “You look stunning, m’dear” He plants a kiss on your neck, below your ear. “It’s your eyes, honey” You answer with a shy smile as you two reach the bar.

Before Johnny could order your drink, you lean into his ear. “I have a better idea…” You whisper, leaning back just enough to see his reaction. Johnny raises an eyebrow at your comment, a mischievous glint in his eye. He leans in closer to you, his hand sliding down to rest on your lower back. “Oh? And what that might be?” He asks, his voice low and smooth like honey.

You don’t say a word, just bite your lower lip, lowering your gaze on him and then looking into his eyes again with a heated look. And, oh, he knows that look very, very well. It’s the look you get when you want to be alone with him, when you want to explore each other’s bodies and lose yourselves in the pleasure you give each other.

He takes your hand and leads you away from the crowded party, down a quiet hallway. He enters the restroom and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you. His hands cups your face and kisses you deeply, passionately, while yours goes to his chest, gripping the lapel of his jacket to pull him closer, as if that was possible. 

You two stumble backwards inside a stall, his tongue explores your mouth - even though he knows it so well. Your hands slide up to his hair, feeling his smooth threads between your fingers, tugging them gently. And his hands roam your body, caressing its curves through the thin fabric of your dress.

He jerks the door closed, pressing you against it with his body. Johnny groans into the kiss, your fingers tugging his hair does wonders on him, sending shivers down his spine. He breaks the kiss, his breath hitching as he gazes into your eyes. “God, I love you” He whispers with half lidded eyes. Johnny’s fingers deftly unzip your dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing your lacy lingerie. 

You don’t get behind and start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his slight toned chest, which you adore. You plant kisses on his neck, slowly tracing down to his chest, then abdomen… Until you’re on your knees for him, holding his thighs. Johnny bites his lower lip, the ghost sensation of your kisses making him shiver. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently tugging on the strands as he leans against the cold metal of the stall.

“You’re driving me wild, love.” He whispers, his voice thick with desire. “You’re such a naughty girl.” He chuckles, his voice low and rough, a clear sign of his arousal. You look up at him with those eyes and a not-so-innocent smile, excited. He unbuckles his belt with his free hand and unzips his pants, freeing his rock hard member. He strokes himself a few times, watching your face with a smug smile. He strokes your cheek with his cock, smearing a bead of precum on your skin. “Open up, baby. Let me feel that pretty mouth.”

He guides it to your lips, rubbing the tip against them. You slowly spread your lips, allowing him in your warm mouth. He starts to slowly rock his hips, fucking your face with shallow thrusts, giving you time to adjust to his side. Your cheeks hollow and get filled as you bob your head up and down his shaft. He guides your pace with hands on your hair, tugging them tighter.

Johnny’s head falls back, touching the cold stall wall, as he feels your wet mouth enveloping his cock. He moans lowly, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, pushing more of his length into your mouth. “Oh, fuck yes. Just like that, baby. Take it all. Fuck, it feels so good.” He breathes, eyes closed.

Your hands gently grips his thighs, holding on them to go deeper on his shaft. Johnny’s eyes flutter closed, savoring the feeling. He continues to fuck your mouth, his thrusts becoming deeper and more urgent as his arousal builds. “That’s it, take it all. Fuck, you’re doing so well. Such a good little cocksucker.” He praises you, his voice low and husky with desire. He can feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening, ready to explode.

You moan around his cock, you raise your inner eyebrows in desire, looking up at him while bobbing your head up and down. Your tongue swirls and flickers on him. “I’m close, baby. You want my cum? You want me to fill that pretty mouth?” He asks lowly, opening his eyes just enough to look down at you with his dominant gaze, you whimper at the sight.

You take him deeper as a yes, closing your eyes, preparing yourself as if you two have never done this before.

Johnny’s grip on your hair tightens, his hips bucking, driving his cock as far into your throat as he can. “Fuck, yes. Take it all, baby, swallow it all.” he commands, his voice rough and deep. A few more thrusts and he can no longer hold back, he erupts with a loud groan, flooding your mouth with his hot cum. Johnny holds your face against him, milking his orgasm, his hips still rocking, pushing the last drops of cum down your throat.

After a few moments, he pulls out, panting heavily. “That was amazing, baby. You’re so good at this..” he breathes, tucking himself back into his pants, his chest heaving. “You’re okay, princess?” He helps you get up on your feet again. He takes a piece of paper from the toilet paper roll that was nearby and gently wipes the remnants of cum from your lips, his eyes filled with love.

“Thank you, dear.” You smile, your voice a bit hoarse. Johnny helps you to get dressed again, gently zipping up your dress and pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder. He unlocks the stall, making sure that you two are alone in the restroom before leading you out of it. You go straight to the sink, washing your hands and then fixing your hair, since Johnny messed it up during the passionate act.

He watches, admiring you in the mirror. He steps up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “You look gorgeous, as always.” He nuzzles your neck, placing a kiss on your skin. He gives you a reassuring squeeze before pulling away, holding your hand and leading you towards the party again.

But that didn’t end there, no. Johnny would never leave his wife’s arousal unnoticed. He took good care of it at home, very good care.

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waking up the building.

🎼: Acordando o prédio - Luan Santana

Scenario: You and Johnny not caring about keeping it quiet in a hotel room.

Warnings: smut, female reader, p in v, unprotected sex, a single slap (I wish there had been more), praise kink, creampie, dom!Johnny and sub!reader.

Word count: 1k

a/n: LET'S WAKE UP THIS BUILDING, MAKE EVERYONE JEALOUS. WHILE THEY'RE GOING TO WORK WE MAKE LOVE AGAIN, AGAIN AND AGAIN (I love this song srry) English is not my first language!!

It's 04:00 am, Monday. You were taking care of Johnny while he took a break from his busy schedule, resting in a hotel room. You and Johnny should be sleeping, since it is still early, but you two had other plans. You were grinding against each other's thighs, almost becoming one, sharing breathless confessions of desire. 

He kisses you hungrily, nibbing your lower lip. “God, Johnny…” You call, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, making his breath hitch. He moves to your neck, lips brushing lazily against your skin. You arch your back towards him, he always makes you so needy. His hands snake behind your back, reaching for the clasp of your lacy bra. Johnny leans and presses kisses on your chest while freeing your breasts, throwing the bra away. “I love when you wear them but- God…” He breathes, staring mesmerized. “It's also a shame to have to cover these beauties” He praises your breasts, giving a kiss to each one. You giggle at him, finding it amusing.

“You're so silly” Your fingers tangle his hair, pulling it as he starts sucking your nipples, making you moan softly. He hums in approval, his right hand leaving your waist to slide between your legs, going into your panties. He groans as he feels your arousal slicking his fingers. “My God, sweetheart, all this just for me?” He teases you with a smirk, caressing your folds, sliding two fingers on your soaked slit. “Mhm, of course, it is..” You gasp, closing your eyes as you enjoy his skilled fingers on you.

You whine for him “Please, John” He kisses your neck again, moving up. “Can we go raw, love? I didn't have time to buy new condoms” He whispers, nuzzling against your neck, fingers still working on your dripping pussy. “Fuck yes, I don’t care, just shove it inside and stretch my—” He laughs softly, the sound husky from desire “Calm down, sweetie.” He shakes his head and kisses your jawline. Johnny reaches down, removing his fingers from you, and takes off his boxers hastily, his hard manhood bouncing from his abruptness.

You reach down to tease his pink leaking tip, only to receive a hard stare from Johnny. “Careful now, hm.” He warns, as if that would stop you. He holds both of your thin wrists with a hand, pinning them above your head. “Now, be a good girl and wrap those gorgeous legs around me, pretty.” You oblige, crossing your ankles behind his back. He caresses your thigh with a hand, the other holding the base of his cock, rubbing the tip against your swollen labia to lube the head, then finally sliding it inside. He introduces slowly, stopping between thrusts, his mouth open in a soundless moan.

You feel every inch, every delicious detail of him, you love being so full of him. Johnny starts moving his hips, rolling them forward, against you. When you got used to his size, he continued to push slowly, which made you impatient. “Faster, John, please” You whine in his ear as he leans down, scratching his back. He hisses and shakes his head “Shhh… The walls are thin, sweetheart” He sighs “We can't lose ourselves now.” You could sense that it didn't please him either, he wanted more just like you needed more.

Then, being the good girl you are, you decide to ignore what he said and just beg and beg for more, until he gives in. You start with whimpers and tiny moans in his ear, calling for him, then kisses on his neck and scratches on his biceps. It didn't take long for his resolve to succumb, finally giving into your pleas. He holds your hips tighter, releasing a groan “You're going to kill me, but what a way to die.” He thrusts faster into your greedy pussy, the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room — and probably in the hotel hallway.

You moan louder, tugging his hair. “Fuck it! Yes baby, let it out, scream my name.” He grunts, delivering a slap on one of your thighs before holding them even tighter, using them to keep you in place while he fucks you. “Johnny!” You cry out in pleasure, the head of his cock nudging a sweet spot inside of you. He smirks proudly, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. “Make them jealous, honey, scream louder!” He commands, an unquenchable fire in his eyes “Make them wish they were fucking like we do.” He kisses you hungrily, swallowing your moans, his pace never faltering. You feel it coming, your inner walls clenching tightly around him, gripping his girth as if it were a vital part of you.

He sucks his breath in surprise and moans, breaking the kiss. He doubles his efforts, thrusting harder inside your needy pussy, the soggy sounds making his eyes roll back, for him it was like hearing a sinphony. Someone knocks on the door, making your eyes widen. You try to push Johnny but he simply shakes his head, keeping his pace. “I'll take care of that later. Come, let it go for me, my love” He pleads breathlessly, his hips starting to grind, nudging your clit on his pubic bone.

You lose your voice, calling out his name as you tremble from your orgasm. Johnny groans and follows right after, filling your insides with his warm seed, making sure to flood it. After three or four thrusts, he pulls his cock out, a wet pop escaping from your pussy. You take a breath, eyes closed blissfully. Your lover watches you with a warm smile “You look so beautiful, dear” He kisses your cheek and leaves the bed, pulling the sheets to cover your vulnerable body. You blow a kiss to him. "Rest now, but we're not done yet." Johnny winks.

He sighs as he pulls a random pair of sweatpants on, reaching for his wallet before walking to the door, hoping you two won't be expelled from the hotel yet.

a/n: I'm glad you guys don't believe when I say I'm going to write something that isn't smut.

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I'll write more on the weekends, maybe a new fanfic on Saturday and another on Sunday. Take care.

the beautifulest.

Scenario: After telling Johnny Depp that you were feeling insecure about your appearance, he showers you with praises.

Warnings: Pregnancy (about 4-5 months), female reader.

Word count: 654

a/n: I hope you're satisfied, miss Jupiter. English is not my first language.

You throw your last dress on the bed, frustrated. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel like a covered gas cylinder, nothing looks good on you. Johnny, your husband, had invited you on a date, he told you to wear something nice… But what? There are no nice, only too-tight dresses, from before your pregnancy, and oversized dresses, that make you feel even bigger.

And it's not that you're hating your pregnancy, ever! Your pregnancy was the best thing that ever happened, you always dreamed about being a mother, especially having Johnny as the father. But before being a mother, you’re a woman, a woman who worries about her appearance.

You place a hand on your swollen belly, sighing. You’re wearing a long navy blue dress, but you don’t even feel like going out anymore and you don’t know how to tell your husband. And speaking of which… “My dear, are you ready?” Johnny asks, entering the bedroom without waiting for an answer. He has that usual warm smile on his face as he looks at you through the mirror. “Blue? stunning, honey. I’ll change my shirt to match you.” He wraps his arms above your pregnant stomach, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You give him a small smile and he instantly notices that something is wrong. “Talk to me, dearest, what’s the matter?” He says softly, pressing a kiss on your cheek. You sigh, looking down, searching for words to explain as if they were scattered on your feet. He gently turns you to face him, his eyes painted in worry. “I don’t feel so beautiful, hubby, not like I was before.” You shake your head, still facing down.

He immediately holds your chin up again, looking into your eyes, his own narrowing as he notices you’re serious. “Oh, my. Why on Earth would you say that?” He scolds you gently, his hand now cupping your cheek. “You’re breathtaking, both before and now.” He caresses your cheeks, still concerned. You smile on one side, weakly, without much effort to mask what you still feel. “Please, don’t doubt your beauty just because your body is changing, my love.” He frowns his eyebrows softly, pulling you into a hug, you lay your head on his shoulder while he strokes your back.

Johnny keeps you there for a while, savoring the feeling of having you close, until he disentangles himself from your arms and turns you to face the mirror once again, holding your hips. “Listen to me, my dear, and look at yourself while I speak.” He says firmly yet gently, he wants you to see how he sees you, to understand why you’re his muse.

“You’re radiant” He moves your hair, brushing it away from your face. “Every new curve, every feature from your pregnancy… They all remind me of how much happiness you’re bringing into my world.” His hands slide to stroke your belly, his fingers reverent, worshiping. “You’re carrying our first child, for God’s sake. You’re glowing, you’re divine!” He kisses your cheek loudly, making you giggle, the glow finally returning to your face, all thanks to your beloved.

You turn to him, smiling. “You’re the best, my dear” You kiss him, still smiling. “Say you’re beautiful, my dear.” He asks, softly. “I am beautiful, Mr. Depp” You nod, hands going to stroke his shaved cheeks. “Good.” He places his hands on your waist. “I don’t want to hear you say the otherwise ever again, Mrs. Depp” He playfully rebukes you, pinching your waist lightly, but you can see a hint of seriousness, he means what he said.

“I’m in awe of you carrying our child.” He glances down at your stomach. “You’re the beautifulest.” He says with a fond smile. “My love, that word doesn’t even exist.” You laugh, the genuine sound making his eyes sparkle with love. 

“Of course it exists, and it means you.”

a/n: thank you for the idea, you're welcome to suggest anything, I'll always hear you.

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the first.

Scenario: you give him the first slice of your birthday cake.

Warnings: female reader, friends to lovers.

Word count: 1012

a/n: English is not my first language.

First of all!! let me educate you about this lovely brazilian tradition!!

on birthdays in Brazil, after singing happy birthday to you, the birthday person must cut the first slice of the cake and choose a person to receive it. The birthday person chooses who they love most among those present, so there is almost always a short speech before the slice is handed over. This tradition is so important that there are families who fight each other for the first slice.

Everything was perfect. The decoration was impeccable, the delicious sweets were placed on the table, the gifts on the bed in your bedroom, and friends and family gathered. And don’t forget about the big, round chocolate cake in the center of the table, adorned with three colored candles. The cake was a gift from your grandmother, she always took good care of you and your two younger siblings. And now, you’re finally turning nineteen!

Johnny walks to you, chewing. You’ve been friends since the first year of high school, you two are inseparable. He says something but you can’t understand the muffled sound, since he’s with his mouth full. “Ew, pig, swallow it before speaking. I can’t understand.” You laugh softly and slap his shoulder, teasing him. He chuckles and nods, swallowing whatever he is chewing. “..Was that one of my cupcakes?” You gasp, but not really bothered. “John, you ain’t supposed to eat that yet!” You playfully scold him and he laughs.

“I’m sorry, princess. I was hungry.” He shrugs, his laugh turning into a chuckle. “Um, I have a gift for you” Johnny clears his throat and gestures to you to follow him. He leads you to your bedroom, walking closer to your bed where all the gifts are displayed. You don't mind him entering your bedroom before you, your house is his already. He picks up a bag and searches for something inside before pulling out his hand, and showing you his middle finger. You laugh at him and shake your head “Idiot, I hate you” You say before he hands you the bag. “I hate you more” He winks and anxiously gestures to you to open it.

You oblige, seeing a small black box inside. You're a bit confused, but knowing John it is probably a prank, the box might be empty or with a message like “sikee”. But when you open the box you see a beautiful, shiny bracelet with a small heart pendant matching the jewelry color (gold or silver, you decide). You’re surprised, you didn’t imagine Johnny buying you something besides food. “What?! Johnny..” You laugh softly, pleased by the gift.

He smiles warmly, watching your reaction, satisfied. “Let me help you.” Johnny steps close to you and gently wraps the bracelet around your wrist, clicking the locks together. His hand slides down, holding your hand delicately as he admires your now-decorated wrist. “Did you like it?” He looks up at you, eyes sparkling with hope and something. “It’s beautiful, John. Thank you, I loved it.” You smile back, hugging your friend, wrapping your arms around his neck. He doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close against him.

It feels so right like it was meant to be this way, in his arms. Feeling his warmth, his scent, his grip. Your heart swells and you sigh content before pulling away. “Let’s return to the party, I’ll blow out the candles soon enough.” You pat his back and lead the way to the living room again. Johnny mingles with the other guests, but his attention is still on you, the birthday princess. Your grandmother approaches you. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” She asks with a warm smile, her eyes disappearing due to her big cheeks. You nod “Yes, big mama.” you chuckle and go behind the table, the cake in front of you. They help you light the candles and turn off the lights.

Then, they start clapping their hands and singing the most famous song in the world. You start zoning out while they sing, thinking about the current moment. Woah, you’re turning nineteen and celebrating with your loved ones. Everything was perfect, everything was just how it was supposed to be. Once the song ends, you lean closer to the cake and think of a wish…

May every day be perfect, the way I deserve.

You blow the three candles, receiving a round of applause. Now is the hardest part: choose who will receive the first slice. You slowly cut one, your eyes switching face to face, mind racing. But, when holding the plastic plate with the slice, you chuckle, noticing how dumb you’re being. Why are you even asking yourself who should you give the slice to when there’s only one who deserves it?

“Well, the first slice goes to someone really… nice, really sweet.” You pause, thinking. “This someone is very important to me, very special. They-” You chuckle, shy “They taught me how to live, you know? How I deserve to be treated and how loved I am. I owe my whole life to them.” You finally look up to meet everyone’s eyes, they’re eager to see who is the lucky one. Your smile brightens as your eyes lock with Johnny’s and you beckon him closer. “Johnny, this is for you.”

He shyly laughs and walks to you, people around applauding. He sets the plate aside and hugs you tightly, swaying side to side in a cute little dance. “You deserve the whole cake, you know that?” You whisper in his ear. “You wouldn’t let me eat the whole thing though” He chuckles and you nod. You lean back to look into his eyes. “You’re quite right, I wouldn’t–” He interrupts you, pressing his lips against yours. After a few seconds, you close your eyes, pressing your lips against his, returning the kiss.

When the kiss ends, he shyly looks into your eyes, feeling everyone’s fixed on you two. He takes a deep breath and whispers. “I… I love you” He strokes your waist with his thumb. “I love you more, John” You don’t take too long to answer, the words leaving your mouth freely. “I love you most.” He smiles brightly and kisses your forehead.

After the party, Johnny stays for the night — nothing unusual. He sits with you on your bed, watching you open and try all of your birthday gifts. But the best gift is there, watching you with the most silly yet smitten smile you have ever seen, and you couldn’t be happier.

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who's your daddy?

Scenario: you didn't remember your father had such a daddy friend

Warnings: smut, daddykink, age gap, female reader, masturbation (reader), nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex, slightly degrading ("pathetic").

Word count: 1.7k

a/n: English is not my first language. I don't know what to say about this fic so... enjoy. Do I really need to say that the reader is of legal age?...

You were lying on your bed, scrolling on your phone, bored. With a sigh you turn off your phone and stare at the ceiling, contemplating your life. After a few minutes lost in thought, you hear two male voices downstairs, one from your father and the other from… another man. You don’t recognize who, but that was enough to drag you out of bed and leave your room, wearing an oversized t-shirt and loose denim shorts, since you spent the whole day at home.

The conversation between the two men was clearer when going downstairs, but that didn't mean it was interesting. Your father notices you, smiling proudly as he beckons you closer. “Here, look how much my daughter has grown!” Your father pats your back, showing you to the other man, who looks quite familiar. “Oh gosh,” The man grins, giving you a once-over before looking into your eyes. “You’re quite the woman now.” He nods.

Ignoring the blush on your cheeks, you tilt your head at him, trying to recognize him. He notices it, tilting his head just like you, smiling softly. “Come on now… Don’t you remember me, princess?” He steps closer, towering over you. You keep your eyes on his, fighting against the urge to lower your gaze to his mustache, it is so manly... “Well, I- wait…” You whisper the last part, eyes widening as the realization sinks. “Oh, Johnny!” You laugh softly, throwing your arms around his neck.

He stiffens momentarily but chuckles, wrapping his strong, big arms around your waist. “There is my girl.” He says in a low rumble, patting your lower back before leaning back to look at you. “You let your hair grow, you look different.” You comment, as if explaining why you didn't recognize him, while admiring his face. “Not in a bad way.” You decide to add, chuckling shyly. He grins charmingly, still holding your waist. “And you look all grown up, but I bet you’re still my little girl.” He kisses your forehead and releases you, he used to do it all the time when you were younger, but now it hits differently, you don't know why it makes your heart race.

You join their conversation, sitting on the couch next to Johnny. He places his hand on your knee, focused on your father, who doesn’t seem to notice the pull between you and his friend. You try to relax and don't feel so self-conscious, but it becomes more difficult when his hand tightens his grip, his thumb now caressing your skin. Although Johnny casually talks to your father, he keeps a smirk disguised as a grin, and you just can’t stop staring at him.

When your father excuses himself for a moment, Johnny looks at you. “How’s life treating you, princess?” He smiles, still caressing your knee. “Pretty well, I guess. How about you?” You place your hand over his, his eyes flickering down momentarily before looking at you again. “Better now.” He winks and you chuckle, starting to blush. You’re shamelessly enjoying his attention. He picks your hand, caressing your knuckles. “So, any boyfriends?” He asks directly, eyes on yours. “You told me not to date anyone until I was twenty-five.” You laugh softly and he looks down, chuckling. “Well, I did, didn’t I?” He grins.

-

After eating your father's lasagna, you head upstairs to the bathroom, leaving him and Johnny talking. It was already late, you just want to take a hot shower and relax. You undress and step under the shower, turning it on. Once the warm water hits your bare skin, you sigh in relief, nothing better than a nice shower after a long day. You slowly travel your hands from your hair, shoulders, collarbone, chest… Johnny's hands were on your mind, their warmth, weight, roughness…

You place your hands on your small breasts, caressing them before gently pinching the nipples, gasping softly right after. You lean against the wall, your left hand sliding down your stomach, fingers ghostly brushing on your skin, reaching between your legs. For a slight second, you even think about what you're doing, but you're so needy. You don't care if he's your father's best friend, if he took care of you years ago, or if he's twice your age — actually, the fact of him being so much older than you only arouses you further.

Your fingers brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves, hitching your breath. Your mouth opens in a soundless moan, fingers sliding further through the slick folds. You pinch your nipple again, using your free hand, and a small whimper escapes — but the shower is still on, so no one is hearing you, right?

You easily slide two fingers inside of you, the tips gently stroking your inner walls. You spread your legs a little more, starting to pump your fingers in and out, wishing they were Johnny's. It felt so good yet it wasn't enough, you needed more. You release a small moan. “Oh, Johnny-” “Yes?” You hear his husky voice next to you, making you freeze. You slowly turn to him, your face burning.

He was leaning against the closed door, shirtless, with his arms crossed. He tilts his head upwards, staring down at you. “I heard you calling…” He whispers. “Y-You did?” You cover your mouth, deadly embarrassed. He smirks, amused by your reaction. “Oh, sweetheart, you thought you were being quiet?” He chuckles. “...Do you want help with that?” He offers, mumbling, afraid of making you feel insulted or something.

You stare at him for a moment “Are you serious?”. He gulps and nods, holding his breath “But I won’t force you, ever-”. You interrupt him, opening the sliding glass shower door.

He quickly catches on, unzipping his jeans and hastily pulling them down along his underwear, kicking them off. Johnny joins you, his hands flying to hold your waist, kissing you hungrily without wasting a second. He brushes your soaked hair away from your face and holds your chin. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He praises, pressing you against the cold wall, a thigh between yours. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl, and daddy will give it to you.” He moves his knee up, slowly applying pressure on your neediness.

You gently scratch his shoulders, teasing him. “I want you, John” You plead in a whisper, using his knee to grind. “And what's the word?” He makes you look into his eyes, taking advantage of his bigger stature to tower over you. “Please, daddy” You choke out, receiving a kiss. “Good girl.” He nods and gently turns you around, pressing his chest on your back, your chest on the wall. You could feel his hardness brushing against your thigh, only increasing your arousal.

His hands slide down, cupping your rear, giving a strong squeeze. He explores your body, kissing your neck from behind while touching every inch of you. He grinds his length on your ass and you press your hips harder against his. “Please…” You ask again, getting impatient. “Hush now, okay?” He says firmly, giving another kiss on your neck, his hands moving to your chest. “You're such a tease,” He starts, his fingers teasing your nipples “Walking around without a bra, pressing these against me…” He squeezes your breasts “Did you think I wouldn't notice?” He whispers in your ear, making you whimper with his fingers pinching you. He nibs your earlobe and leans back again.

His left hand goes up, his index finger caresses your lips. You open your mouth to lick them gently, but Johnny shoves his two fingers in your mouth, almost making you gag. He chuckles darkly and, with his free hand, he caresses your needy folds, his fingers ghosting on your skin to tease you. “Suck my fingers, now.” He orders, stroking your clit mercilessly. You obey him, sucking his fingers like your life depends on it, drooling on them. John smirks, pleased by your submissiveness. His fingers, previously on your clit, move to your entrance. He strokes the hole teasingly, making you whimper on his fingers.

“Spread your legs, baby. Daddy's going to take you now.” He commands, not leaving room for discussion. You blindly obey, his hands on your sensitive flesh making you have frissons. You feel the tip of him nudging your dripping entrance, teasing before slowly pushing inside. You gasp, louder than you intended, feeling you getting stretched. “Shh, you're doing great.” He whispers, still sliding inside, you felt like his dick had no end, becoming even more surprised as his inches settled inside you. Once fully inside, he stops. “Tell me how it feels, princess.” he whispers. You involuntarily clench around him, trying to get used to his girth. Johnny moans “My, don't do that, you're already so tight..” He demands, starting to thrust. He grunts in your ear as he picks up the pace, holding your hips tightly, not even waiting long for you to get used to his size. You moan, your body jerking against the wall with the strength of his thrusts. “It feels good, doesn't it?” He smirks, leaning down to kiss your neck, and wrapping an arm around your waist.

His tip was meticulously hitting a special spot inside of you, making you melt. And as if that wasn't enough, his other hand is still between your legs, his fingertips brushing your clit. Plus his grunts in your ear, all result in you being a babbling, incoherent mess. “You look so pathetic, baby.” He chuckles menacingly. Johnny feels you're close by the way you're gripping his cock so tightly, and you could feel him throbbing inside. He removes his fingers from your mouth and moves to cover your lips, muffling your noises, before quickening the pace of his fingers on your clit. “Come, baby, come for daddy.” He whispers in your ear, his voice alone making your legs wobbly. You can't even hold it, falling apart on his dick, eyes watering. He stays inside for half a second before quickly pulling it out and releasing his orgasm on the floor, a few drops dripping on your legs. He pants softly and gently turns you to him, pulling you to his chest.

“Are you alright?” He kisses your forehead and caresses the apple of your eye. You nod against his chest, catching your breath. “You did a good job, princess, you've always been a good girl.” He strokes your damp hair, content.

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