This Is Wrong.

this is wrong.

Scenario: Johnny Depp, your long time best friend, finds a Truth Or Dare board game in your house and you two end up kissing.

Warnings: Female reader, friends to lovers, suggestive at the end, perhaps boring...

Words: around 1270

a/n: I can't believe people actually read my smut lol. So, here I am again! english is not my first language, I apologize for any grammar mistake or confused sentences. And, unfortunately, no one reviwed this before I post.

You are with your best friend Johnny at your own house, it’s Saturday and you were completely bored until you’ve decided to invite him. Johnny is your childhood friend, his mother is friends with yours and perhaps even your grandmothers were friends, but that’s not the point here.

You’re sitting on the carpet with your back against the couch while Johnny is laying on that couch, both of you staring at the huge online movie catalog on the TV. You groan, frustrated. “Why does everything look so boring?” You look at Depp, hoping that he has something on his mind that might rescue you two away from this tedious state. In truth, he indeed has something on his mind, but that wouldn’t be right…

He bites his lower lip, thinking, then looks at you. “Because you’re a grumpy, picky girl” He teases with a resting face, dropping the remote on your lap. You gasp mockingly, and playfully slaps his leg. “You’re ridiculous.” You chuckle. “I hear that a lot.” He chuckled along.

Johnny shifts, now sitting on the couch. “So, what now?” He looks down at you, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Do you have any board games?” He suggests with a shrug. “Board games…” You narrow your eyes, trying to remember if you have any, at least a decent game to play. “Oh, I have Chess, Uno and Checkers.” You list, relaxing your gaze on him. “I don’t usually play Board games” You explain the lack of options, even though he didn’t ask.

He stands up. “Alright, I’ll get that Uno.” Depp heads to your bedroom, where the board games stay, they’re probably on top of your wardrobe, forgotten. You place the remote on the small table in front of you and stand up, stretching your arms over your head. You walk towards the kitchen, maybe some snacks would go with the games.

You open the fridge and search for something to drink. A few memories of your childhood with Johnny floods your mind, a warm smile appears on your face and you don’t even notice it. You and him had been friends since forever, it seems. You can’t remember a day without him, he’s like a vital part of you. You think about your school days with him, the weekend sleepovers, the arcade afternoons… You especially remember the day he taught you how to play bowling, the way he smiled everytime your eyes asked for reassurance, the way his hands held yours to show how the ball should be thrown, his warmth from being so close to you- woah, what was that?

You shake your head, trying to dismiss these thoughts, and grab two cans of coke, placing them on the cabinet next to the fridge. You know you bought some chips the week before, so you start looking for it in that same cabinet. A loud sound coming from your bedroom snaps you out of your tranquility, the sound of boxes falling.

“Johnny?” You call, laughing softly, you wish you had seen that. “I’m good!” He shouts from the bedroom. His steps grow louder as he approaches you, holding a small box. “C’mon, you have Truth Or Dare? why didn’t you tell me before?” He asks with a smile, a small chuckle escaping from his lips. “Oh, do I?” You raise an eyebrow, looking at the box, neither did you know you have that. “Let’s go then..” You say, grabbing the two cokes and the bag of chips, following Johnny to the living room again.

You two sit on the floor, next to the small table. Johnny opens the box, revealing two piles of cards, he looks up at you with a smirk, he’s very competitive when it comes to Truth or Dare - or any challenging game. You watch him with an amused smile, finding his eagerness cute. “Alright. Rock, paper, scissors?” He asks, rubbing his palms together anxiously. You laugh softly and nod, already extending a hand. After three rounds, the paper against the rock turns you victorious. You choose one of the stacks and picks a card, reading aloud:

“Have you ever watched someone sleeping?” You stare at the card for a few seconds, then lower your hand to look up at Johnny, waiting for his answer. You think that this question is somewhat weird, why would someone do that? “Em... Yes, I have.” He chuckles, as if suddenly shy. You laugh in surprise “Really? Oh, wow, who?” Your smile is as wide as your eyes, finding it funny. “Hey, now it’s my turn.” He tries to change the focus, reaching for a card on the other stack, he brings it close to his face, reading. Once done, he glances at you and faces away, blushing softly.

“What’s the matter? Is it a dare?” You ask, curious. You don’t really like doing dares, but you’re also not the one to turn it down and ruin the fun. “You know what? this one doesn’t count, I’ll pick another one.” He says, already reaching for the cards again but you stop his hand. “Now, that’s cheating. Come on! Throw it at me, I can handle” You wink and lean back again, trying to be courageous… Was that even a good idea?

He clears his throat and reads the dare. “Kiss the person to your right” He searches your eyes again, trying to get your reaction. You’re stunned, you didn’t see it coming, but… Now that you’re thinking about it, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? a fake kiss wouldn’t ruin your friendship, would it? You laugh it off, trying to stay calm and composed. “It’s just a dare, nothing much… Are you okay with that? we can pick another card if-” You start, your tone slowly getting rushed as Johnny leaned closer, is he really doing it?

In truth, he would be stupid if he let this opportunity escape. He already had dreams about it, and now he has the best excuse to do it. He cups your cheek and presses his lips against yours, closing his eyes to savor the feeling. Your eyes are wide open though, shocked. Your best friend, your long time friend, is kissing you right in your living room.

It doesn't last long, and when you finally relax, Johnny pulls away. He looks into your eyes and you’re mesmerized, he gulps and leaned back. “Sorry, that wasn’t right-” He tries to speak but you interrupt him, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him closer again. Your lips crash against his, pouring all the repressed feelings that only grew over the years.

Then, he realizes. The only thing that would be truly wrong is denying his happiness. And his happiness is you, always have been and always will be. He kisses you back without hesitation, placing a hand on your waist, his heart feeling lighter and warmer. When the kiss ends, he smirks. “Looks like I’m not the only one competitive here.” He teases, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Shut up” You roll your eyes, chuckling.

“No, you shut up” He says, keeping the playful, teasing banter. That’s one of the characteristics of your friendship that you value and appreciate with all your heart, there’s no bad or awkward moments when you two are together. “Make me” you challenge, bluffing. You feel more confident, now that you don’t need to restrain yourself from following your heart, and it leads to Johnny.

“Oh.. I will,” He smirks, narrowing his eyes. He gently lays you down on the floor, his hand still on your waist, his body hovering over yours. “but you might moan a little.”

a/n: I tried to write something cute or anything but the horny thoughts I have about this man, turns out I simply can't! :D (I saw the last two sentences on Pinterest and I just had to put it somewhere, sorry)

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"SLUT!"

people always talk

and they'll say how I'm a slut, 

or say I go through men

but they'll never see the quiet parts, the soft romance

kisses on cheeks, fingers intertwined

that wouldn't be a fun rumor though, 

would it? 

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I wrote so many smuts, do you guys think I'm a whore?

I hope you do, because I am.

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𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 You're desperate for his attention, and he gives it to you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 sexual content, P in V sex, rough sex, overstimulation, choking, oral (m! receiving) dacryphillia, spanking, fingering, finger sucking, daddy kink, kinda CNC (consensual non consent) but not really, nipple biting, thigh riding (kinda), praise/degradation combo

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f!reader

Johnny was working on a script for a new movie, memorization, finding the character, things he needed time for. But you were horny and desperate for his attention.

"Johnny, please." You begged, standing behind him while he sat in his office chair. "I need you."

"Jesus Christ, doll. I'm busy, sugar. Okay? Just give me ten minutes. Can you do that for me?" He asked, but you could tell he was getting frustrated.

You groaned and walked out of the room, but you we're done. No. You needed him now, not in ten minutes.

While he was distracted, you snuck back into the room, crawling under his, before palming his cock over his jeans.

"What the fu- Baby." He cut himself off to scold you, but you just looked up at him, eyes filled with desperation as you bit your lip.

"Please daddy.. I need you. Just let me suck your cock, please." You begged, almost whiny. It was pathetic how needy you were for him. Your fingers found the button on his jeans, unbuttoning it before moving down to unzip his fly.

He let out a frustrated sigh, "I ask for one goddamn thing, doll." He complained, but you weren't listening, just removing his semi-hard cock from his boxers. He was still scolding you, but cut off, his breath hitching as you took him into your mouth. You could feel him growing harder by the second. "You fuckin' minx.." He let out, breathing heavy, his head tilting back.

You were breaking down his patience and his will to fight against you, your pretty little lips wrapped around his cock, your mouth so warm and welcoming. He was fully hard by now, his tip hitting the back of your mouth. He didn't seem to care as he twisted your hair up into a ponytail around his fingers, thrusting up into your mouth slightly.

"That's it, now you're getting it. Get the fuck up. I want you naked, face down, ass up on the bed when I get in there." He growled, pulling you off his cock, his grip on your hair tight before he let go.

You scrambled out from under the desk, into the bedroom, doing exactly what he told you to do. Face down, ass up, completely naked on the bed. Not even a minute later, he came into the room, shirtless, but his jeans still on. His cock was tucked back into his boxers, but his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped.

"Oh good, so you do remember how to listen." He spat, moving up behind you. "I'm gonna spank your ass until it's fucking raw. And you're gonna count. Got it?" He added, his calloused hand running over the soft, supple flesh of your ass cheek.

"Yes." You replied, your pussy already soaked with arousal and anticipation.

"Yes what? Or have you already forgotten my name?" He hissed. His voice was so condescending and rough, and it only added to your arousal.

"Yes daddy." You corrected yourself.

"Good girl." He praised, sounding like liquid honey. "Count for me, baby doll." He said, before pulling his hand back, landing a sharp smack on your ass.

"One." You counted, before he spanked you again. "Two." You were starting to feel the sting, but it wasn't unbearable. "Three." You whimpered out, your pussy clenching as the burn became apparent. "F-four." You choked out, your ass feeling raw, just like he said. "Fi-ive!" Tears burned on the brim of your eyes.

"Good girl.. You look so god damn hot with your eyes all teary like that. Makes me want to fucking ruin your ability to walk." He rasped out. He shifted and pulled you closer to your clit was up against the denim fabric of his jeans. "You're gonna fucking ride my thigh and fingers until you cum. I want to see you fucking creaming on me." He demanded, his fingers rubbing the wet folds of your pussy.

He carefully worked his fingers inside you, not that your pussy resisted him very much. He wanted you in pain but he didn't want it to be an unpleasurable pain. You let out a sound that was between a whimper and moan, as you mindlessly grinding back against his thigh, in turn making his fingers go deeper inside you. Between the rough feel of his jeans on your sensitive clit, and his fingers curling inside you, hitting your g spot, you were already seeing stars. You rode back on his fingers desperately, chasing your high.

"I know you're close, baby, I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Beg for me to let you cum. Tell me who's in control." He commanded, his free hand on your hip, guiding your motions.

"Daddy please! Please- please let me cum.. Oh my god.. I need to- I can't-.." You whined out, tears slipping down your cheeks from how much it was. But it was so good, you couldn't stop.

"Cum for me. Cum on my fingers." He said, giving you permission to let go. With a strangled cry of his name and a few more movements of your hips, the knot in your lower belly came undone, marking your first orgasm of the night.

"Making such a mess, sweetheart." He whispered condescendingly, pulling his fingers out of you. "Suck." He demanded, putting his fingers over your lips. You followed his command, sucking on his fingers, tasting the lewd taste of your arousal on him. He pulled down his jeans and boxers with his free hand, before positioning himself at your drooling hole, thrusting in in one swift motion, making you choke and cry out on his fingers.

"You're so responsive. Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to come fuck this sweet pussy? You're so pathetic, sweetheart." He commented, his strokes starting off fast, hard, deep. It was as if he was trying to make you cum as much as possible, and it was working, because you already felt another orgasm building up. You were screaming out different curses, his name, crying that you were going to cum, and he was just soaking up every bit of it.

You weren't even coherent at this point, not being able to give any warning as you gushed around his cock, panting breathlessly, your breaths short and shallow as you tried to remember how to breathe. To your relief, he did slow his thrusts, turning to a slower, softer pace. "That's it.. That's my girl." He praised, letting you work through your orgasm.

He gently pulled out and flipped you over so you were laying on your back, a misty layer of sweat covering your body. He ran his hands over every curve, as if he was appreciating your body like it was a fine work of art. "You think you have one more in you for me sweetheart?" He asked, before lowering his head down to your breasts, running s tongue over your pebbled nipples, before gently biting with his teeth, enough to cause a sensation, but not for it to be painful.

You let out a soft, pleasured, gasp, giving him a nod of your head. "Yes.. Yes.. I can take it." You breathlessly sputtered out.

"Good." He said, before pushing inside you again. His hand went to wrap around your throat, giving it a small squeeze to make your brain even more fuzzy and he thrust inside you.

"I'm hitting your sweet spot, aren't I, sweetheart?" He cooed out, almost as if mocking you, but he was starting to get close himself, with the way your cunt was tightening around him.

"Mhm! Yeah.. Yes daddy.." You confirmed, your head thrown back as he let your throat go. He chuckled darkly at your struggle, your clear overstimation, but your desperate need for more at the same time.

"You're such an insatiable little thing, baby doll. You're like a bitch in heat when it comes to me, aren't you?" He openly mocked, knowing you couldn't talk because of how he was scrambling your brain with his quick thrusts.

"Don't s-stop..! Please! So.. So close.." You cried out, strangled noises coming from your lips. Shattered breaths were all you could take as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it.. That's right. Cum for me. Cum all over daddy's cock." He encouraged, his pace not faltering. "God.. I'm gonna fill this tight little pussy up. You want that sweetheart? Want me to make a mess of you?" His balls felt so fucking tight, and he was pretty damn close to bursting.

You broke, your orgasm washing over you, shattered you. You swore your vision went black and your ears rung, but you could make out your name on his lips as he gave one last deep thrust, before releasing his seed inside you.

He took in a shaky inhale, before pulling out of your warmth, laying next to you, pulling you close to him. "Shhh... It's okay sweetheart. Just rest. Let me catch my breath, then I'll take care of you." He whispered, a soft promise as he wiped the remnants of your tears.

It took a few minutes to recover, but after that, he was up. He grabbed a change of clothes for both of you (a T-shirt, sweatpants, and a fresh pair of boxers for him and a fresh pair of panties and a two piece lounge set he'd gotten you; a long sleeved baby pink crop top, with matching baby pink shorts). He went into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later with his clothes on, a wet washcloth, and cooling lotion.

As he wiped your sweat soaked body down with the washcloth, the cool water soothing the heat you felt everywhere, he spoke again. "Talk to me, tell me you're okay, love." He whispered, his tone a stark contrast to before.

You gave a small nod. "I'm okay.. Just.. Hot." You somehow managed out. He let out a soft chuckle, flipping you over so your ass was up, your hips over his lap as you layed across him.

"Yeah you are." He teased affectionately, pumping a bit of the lotion in his hands, rubbing them together, before sliding them across your ass cheeks. The cooling sensation immediately soothed the burning, raw feeling that his hands made before.

"Bear with me, baby. This might sting a little at first." He whispered, helping you put your panties on. At least he'd grabbed a pair of cool, soft cotton panties. You let out a soft sound of struggle, and he couldn't help but feel his chest tighten, even though your rendezvous was what you both wanted. "I know, I know, baby. Told you I was gonna take away your ability to walk, didn't I?" He whispered shifting to press kisses to your shoulders, before helping slip on your clothes.

You were damn sore for the rest of the day, but it was worth it for him to fuck you within inches of your life.

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fruits for breakfast

Scenario: You and Johnny decide to have breakfast in bed...

Warnings: smut, female reader, oral sex, reader receiving and johnny giving, unprotected sex, p in v, slight praise kink, dirty talk ig, dom!johnny and sub!reader, written by a virgin lol.

Words: 2022 (I'm sorry)

a/n: I'm using Grammarly to correct my silly writing mistakes, I hope it's fine now. And, again, no one reviewed this before I posted. Spoiler: no, there are no fruits.

It's morning, the quietness is quite comfortable. The window is open, the curtains gracefully flowing with the gentle wind, it's a pretty day. And even lovelier is the man lying asleep next to you, your dear husband Johnny. It’s his day off, thankfully, since this man works so hard, he deserves a break.

You stroke his smooth cheek, watching him sleeping, smiling warmly. Johnny stirs, feeling your touch on him. His eyes flutter open and he smiles, his hand moving to your waist, holding you. “Good morning, sweetie,” He murmurs, a bit sleepy. “You slept well?” His thumb caresses your waist, his grip tightening slightly.

You hum as a yes, nodding ever so slightly. You snuggle closer to him, laying your head on your husband's chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Feeling clingy today, baby?” He teases with a small chuckle. “Can't I enjoy my man's presence now?” You retort with a smirk, he laughs softly and presses a kiss on the top of your head. “I missed you too, sweetheart…”

Johnny looks down at you and smiles warmly, eyes filled with love and adoration, stroking your back. You look up back at him “Let’s have a lazy day today, honey?” you suggest, your hands massaging his chest and shoulders aimlessly. Johnny nods with a hum, his eyes closing and opening slowly.

“What do you want for breakfast, hubby?” You mumble against his bare chest, your lips brushing against his warm skin. He shivers softly at the sensation, his left hand moving up to tangle your hair. “Something sweet, maybe” He strokes your hair. “Something juicy” He licks his lips, looking down at you. “Sweet and juicy…” You echo, thinking. “Would you like a fruit salad? I could even sprinkle sugar on it” 

He smirks softly, his eyes almost closed. “A fruit salad? sounds delicious, darling” He whispers and kisses your temple. “Yeah?” You chuckle softly and kiss his lips tenderly. “I will get a bowl for you” You try to turn away to leave the bed but Johnny holds your waist tightly, stopping you. “A bowl?” He chuckles and you frown your eyebrows slightly, confused. “Yes, my dear… A bowl for the fruits, the fruit salad” You explain, still trying to understand the reason behind his reaction.

“Why, silly?” He teases you and pulls you closer again. “There’s a delicious pair of apples right here” His hand slides up your waist, cupping one of your clothed breasts. You gasp softly in surprise. “Johnny..” You breathe against his skin, his fingers gently tighten his grip around your breast in response, a squeeze. “Yes, baby?” He whispers in a low tone, his thumb brushing against your clothered nipple, feeling it harden under his digit. “You like it, huh?”

You squirm once, pressing your lips together. “No no no, baby… let me hear you” He kisses your lips, letting it linger for a few seconds. You deepen the kiss, gently nibbling his lower lip. He squeezes your breast harder, his tongue asking for entrance into your mouth. You moan against his lips, loving his hands on you.

Johnny moves, breaking the kiss, he turns you to lay on your back while he hovers over you. He leans down and kisses your neck, a hand resting on your shoulder. Your hands, in turn, go to his bare chest, gently scratching it with your long nails. He hisses, getting aroused with the mix of slight pain and pleasure from your scratches.

His fingers slide the strings of your babydoll dress down your arms, exposing your chest to his hungry eyes. “So beautiful, my love, so delicious..” He whispers, licking his lips. Johnny has seen you naked countless times before, but he won’t ever get tired of the sight, his heart pounds and his cock throbs every single time like it’s the first. 

He bobs his head down, his lips spreading until it touches your skin. His tongue swirls on your nipple and he sucks your breast, his teeth slightly grazing on it. Johnny’s hand goes under your breast, squeezing it to make it fit in his mouth. He sucks, nibbles, and kisses your breast, worshiping it. You moan, arching your back. Your hands move from his chest to his hair, gently tugging the smooth strands and pushing his head against your breast, keeping him there. 

He smiles against your skin, finding your eagerness amusing, and travels his other hand down your stomach, leaving goosebumps all the way down until he reaches your thighs. He strokes your sensitive skin, making you shiver. “Oh, Johnny…” You gasp, calling. “Hm?” He leans back, looking into your eyes, before leaning down again to cup your other breast with his lips.

“Tell me, darling. What does my pretty girl want?” He whispers against your skin, his lips close around your nipple, sucking it. His hand, once on your thigh, slides up your inner thighs, his fingers barely touching your skin, making you shiver. Johnny knows how to touch you, what makes you moan and tremble beneath him. His fingers finally reach your heat, sliding a finger between the covered slit, feeling the dampness through the thin fabric of your underwear. You don't have to tell him what to do, he knows your favorite spots like the palm of his hand.

You moan, your legs twitching. He gives your nipple a final lick before trailing kisses down your stomach, his tongue occasionally moving out to lick your skin. When he finally reaches the sweet spot, he raises your knees and spreads your legs further. Johnny looks into your eyes and smirks, his lips close but not touching you. “I won’t have to beg, will I?” You whine. “Please, Johnny…”

He chuckles. “I didn’t say anything and you’re already begging, such a good girl” He closes his eyes and presses a kiss on your clothed clit, making you moan. His hands move up from your knees to your hips, traveling by your inner thighs. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and gently pulls them down, slowly and patiently. Johnny licks his lips, he's eating your wetness with his eyes already, finally throwing your panties in a corner. 

He leans even closer, sniffing the scent of arousal from your intimacy, a smell that he adores. He feels his cock throbbing in his sweatpants, but he ignores it for now. He nudges his nose tip on your folds, eliciting a delicious gasp from your mouth. Johnny sticks out his tongue, giving a long lick on the inner lips, spreading them apart, his eyes close as he savors the taste. “You’re sweeter than any fruit, my honey..” Johnny praises, his lips closing around your inner lips and giving a gentle tug, sucking.

Your mouth opened in surprise and pleasure, your hands gripping his hair tighter. You buck your hips against his face, craving more. He groans softly against your folds, making gentle vibrations. Johnny wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you in place. He starts eating you out like your pussy is a delicious, juicy watermelon, he buries his face and makes a mess, smearing your arousal all over his face. He lashes several licks, kisses, and sucks, worshiping your intimacy.

Johnny acts like a starved man, and that’s not completely wrong considering he’s always hungry for you, no matter how many times he has seen your body, it’s always like the first time. His fingers join the fun, resting his palm on your pubic bone and brushing your clit with his thumb, eliciting whimpers from you. After a few minutes, he repositions his hand, sliding his middle finger inside your tight, velvet cave. His other hand keeps holding your thigh.

He keeps licking and flicking against your clit, the pace of his finger thrusting matching with his tongue. He inserts another finger, curling the two upwards to caress your insides. “L-Love, please..” You plead, squeaking. Your insides clenching around his fingers, you feel yourself getting wetter. “Please what, baby?” He whispers against your pussy, his warm breath hitting your skin. You whine, since he stopped licking. “Use your words.” He commands, firmly. 

You take a deep breath, inhaling air. “Honey, please… I need to cum, please.” You beg, fingers still tugging his hair. He groans softly, pleased by your answer and your hands on his hair. He gives a final suck on your clit before shifting his position, coming up to face you again. 

Johnny leans down to kiss your jawline and neck, his teeth nipping your skin. “I’ll make you cum around me, would you like that?” He whispers between kisses. You nod, at this point you would accept anything as long as it makes you release. Your hands are on his shoulders, gripping his muscles. He caresses your waist, his thumb gently pressing against your skin.

Johnny's right-hand goes down, wrapping around his girth. He strokes himself a few times, brushing the mushroom head against your folds. He uses your arousal mixed with his saliva as lube, inserting just the head and then pulling it out. “Johnny…” You groan, frustrated with his teasing, impatient.

He chuckles against your neck, leaving a few kisses as an apology. Johnny slowly pushes forward, holding his breath as he watches your face. He pulls back, then pushes in again, going a little deeper. He repeats the motion, picking up speed. He exhales once fully settled, feeling your inner walls gripping him. He moans softly and slides his hands to your hips, holding you close. “Fuck…” He breathes.

Johnny links his lips with yours, kissing you heatedly. You moan against his lips, your nails scratching his chest, making him groan. His tongue invades your mouth, just like his dick was invading your pussy. He breaks the kiss gently, turning his head to look at the spot where your bodies meet. The sight of his cock stretching your insides never fails to arouse him, leaving a feeling of satisfaction in him.

He could feel your walls trembling, an urge to go even deeper takes control of him. “You’re so tight, so wet” He moans softly. Johnny holds your hips tighter and pistons his hips against yours, he lifts your hips slightly, making the tip of his member hit your sweet spot. You squeak and moan, rolling your eyes back in pleasure. Johnny places his hand on your lower belly, he can see the bulge of his mushroom head sliding in and out of you, and that’s enough to bring him to the edge, making his breath ragged.

But he wants to make you come first, so he sticks out his thumb and rubs your clit in tight circular motions. Your legs tremble, your moans becoming higher, he smirks in satisfaction. He leans to whisper in your ear. “Let it go for me, baby... You’re doing so fucking great.” He nibs your earlobe, his pace never faltering. You feel your orgasm coming, the need to release growing. Johnny whispers more words of encouragement, telling you how tight you grip his cock, how wet you are for him, how much he loves the feeling.

Then, it crashes down like a wave, leaving your body buzzing. Your inner walls contract impossibly tight around him, milking him. Shivers go down his spine, his lemons tightening and the pressure growing, until he can’t hold back. He buries himself deep inside, releasing thick ropes of cum. He shudders from the strength of his orgasm.

Panting, Johnny whispers sweet nothings in your ear, still thrusting inside, now gentler, prolonging your pleasure. He pulls it out and kisses your face. “That was amazing, darling” He breathes. You look at his face and smile, still recovering your breath, and your hands cup his cheeks. “I love you, honey” You whisper and kiss his nose tip. “I love you more, my queen.” He smiles. “You ready?”

“Ready for what?” You chuckle and, suddenly, he picks you up in bridal style. You laugh in surprise. “Ready to get pampered, it’s a reward.” He winks and carries you to the bathroom. Now, that was a wonderful way to start the day.

a/n: I don't know if this is too cringe, I hope it's bearable... And I couldn't use the word "banana", I find it so fucking funny, sorry KMKKJ.

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