This Is A Masterpiece, I'm Going To Print This Imagine And Stick It On My Wardrobe Door

this is a masterpiece, i'm going to print this imagine and stick it on my wardrobe door

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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Scenario: After being bailed by your date, Johnny decides to show you what you've been missing.

Warnings: Smut, female reader, praise kink, daddykink, dirty talk, age gap, Johnny is twice your age, blowjob, unprotected p in v, riding, public but not in the open.

Word count: ~2.3k

a/n: I listened to this song and I couldn't help but think of Johnny Depp. I mean, a mí me gustan mayores, de esos que llaman señores... English is not my first language, nor is Spanish. I wrote all this for seven hours straight, so if you see any mistakes, please be patient! I do all this alone, my head gets tired.

You were in a bar, wearing your best outfit, a beautiful red dress made of velvet fabric and at thigh-length. You were waiting for your date, a boy you met on Tinder and had a few days of conversation. His name is Paul, only two years older than you. He’s studying physical education at college and seems like a calm boy.

You look around the bar, there are a few empty spots yet, though it’s already ten pm. There is a VIP area in a corner, probably for those who like to spend their money a bit more. Red lights decorate the bar, it’s sensual and a bit mysterious. You finish your first glass of wine, feeling tired of waiting. You glance at the time on your phone, you’ve been waiting for an hour straight.

You feel a pair of eyes on you, you search for them, locking your eyes with a man on VIP. He’s drinking a dark liquid, and since he’s under the red lights you can’t see what it is. He keeps staring, his gaze so… authoritative, you can’t explain why. Your phone finally buzzes, it’s the boy answering your texts. “Um, ‘sorry, I fell asleep, can we rearrange our date?’..” You sigh after muttering his answer.

You decide to leave, not in the mood for drinking alone. Sadly, your beautiful dress was worn for nothing. But, as soon as you stand up, the mixologist places a fruit cocktail before you. “Excuse me, I didn’t order this..” You try to warn the mixologist, but he answers “Right there, that man ordered this for you..” He points towards the same man on the VIP, now tapping his fingers on the table. You’re a bit confused, is he flirting?

The man beckons you closer with his index finger, his head tilted down slightly. You hesitantly pick the fruit cocktail and walk. Once before him, he gently grabs your free hand and caresses it with his thumb. “What s’your name, flower?” His eyes never leave yours. After telling your name, he opens his mouth again. “You look down. What is the matter, sweetheart?” He asks with a deep voice tone, sending shivers down your spine.

“He bailed on me..” Your shoulders drop in defeat. He raises an eyebrow as if asking who. “A boy that I met on a dating app…” You add, looking away, but your eyes snap to the man as you hear him scoffing. “A boy? Darling, don't be ingenuous. A beauty like you deserves a man, and I can show you how much of a man I am.”

He gently pulls your hand closer to the couch he’s sitting on, you settle down next to him, feeling a bit nervous. You don’t know why you’re sitting so close to a stranger, maybe because you find him attractive. “What’s your name, sir?” You ask him, slowly sipping the drink he bought you. “Johnny, Johnny Depp.” He says in a low rumble, taking another sip of his drink. It smells like whiskey.

“Well, Mr. Depp, thank you for the drink. You didn’t need to, though.” You say, clasping your hands together on your lap. Johnny smirks softly and waves dismissively. “Please, I was just trying to bring a smile to your beautiful face. It’s a shame that boy didn’t show up, but his loss is my win.” He gives you a wink, making you feel a bit shy. You could feel your cheeks warming up, he’s complimenting you a lot… But you’re somehow enjoying his attention.

He adjusts his posture, leaning back on his seat and moving his hips forward, making your mind spin. He takes another sip, the last one, of his whiskey before speaking again. “I hope you don’t think I’m a creep, flower, I’m just interested. Please, tell me, is this drink of your liking? I can always order something else for you, just say the word.” He watches your face. “Oh, no no, this one it’s just fine.” You smile, looking back at his face, you don’t want to abuse his kindness.

You find yourself admiring his face, noticing every detail, he has such a commanding presence that you feel mesmerized. He seems to note your stare and chuckles softly. “Do you come here often? I've never seen you before, I would remember your face, it enchants me” He gives you a once over. “I’ve been here before, yes, but not so often” You shake your head, moving to sit a bit closer to him, his scent is intoxicant, making you breathe a little deeper just to smell him more.

Johnny smirks and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “I’m curious… Have you ever been with a man like me?” He whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe. You straighten yourself, trying to stay composed, and shake your head. He moves to look into your eyes. “Do you want to?” He leans closer, his breath fanning against your lips. You look back at him, thinking… Then, you give in, what does a few more years matter?

Your lips part slightly, taking a breath to answer him. But Johnny doesn’t even wait for it, he presses his lips against yours, kissing you with passion and hunger, feelings that you quickly reciprocate, hands going to his hair to hold him close. Your tongue slips inside his mouth, eliciting a hum of appreciation from him, you can taste the whiskey on his tongue. His hands grip your hips, his thumbs stroking your hip bone.

He ends the kiss with a gentle nib on your lower lip. Johnny smirks and turns around, reaching to close the curtain to create a small private room. His hand moves and wraps gently around your neck, leaning closer. “You’re such a pretty young thing…” He gives you another kiss, slightly sucking your lower lip, just to tease.

You try to kiss him again, leaning closer, but he pulls away, slightly tightening his grip around your throat. “Ah-ah, did you forget who’s in charge here?” He smirks, looking at you with narrowed eyes, exuding authority. You find yourself pressing your thighs together, a growing ache between them. You shake your head at his question. “I want to hear you say it, who’s in charge here?” He leans closer, his breath ghosting on your skin. “Y-You, sir” You gasp.

He nods with a low hum, releasing your neck. He shifts his hips again, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. You watch it, your heart racing. His veiny, tattooed hands are such a sexy sight. You look around, a bit worried about the curtains. “Won't someone see us here?” You look back at him. He glances at you, pulling his belt off the hoops of his tailored pants, the whistling sound echoing in your ears. “My sweet, they know better than to interrupt me.” He says, confident, as if he owns the place.

He stands up and unzips his pants, pulling them down alongside his white boxers, revealing his toned legs — and a big manhood. He sits down again, the motion making his cock bounce. You can't help but stare at it, entranced, counting the veins on his length. He spreads his legs and pats his thigh. “Get on your knees, I want to feel your pretty lips around me” He commands.

You get up and walk, standing between his legs. You hold yourself on his knees, using them to help you kneel. Johnny holds your hair up in a ponytail with a hand and uses the other to grip his cock. He smirks and tugs you closer, he taps the pink mushroom head against your red lips. “Open up for daddy, sweetheart”

You comply, spreading your lips on his tip, feeling the smooth skin. You start sucking his head, tasting the precum. His size it's not what you're used to and you can't help but feel a little nervous. Keeping your eyes on him, you bob your head, taking time to accommodate his girth in your mouth, your lipstick staining on his skin. As you reach the half of his length, you gag slightly. 

Johnny's fingers tighten in your hair, hissing in pleasure. "Relax your throat, flower. Breathe through your nose." He pushes deeper, giving you no choice but to relax and take him. "Good girl." He praises you as you manage to take him deeper. Mr. Depp gazes down at you, his eyes filled with raw desire. "Look at you, taking me so well. Such a good girl." He rewards you by pulling out slightly, allowing you to breathe before plunging deep once more.

You get more confident as his praises leave his lips, increasing the pace of your head on his length. He moans softly “Oh, such a beautiful sight. My big tool in your mouth, stuffing your throat” Johnny taps your cheek with his right hand, his left one still holding your hair tightly. You feel his cock throbbing on your tongue, a great sign, making you gently scratch his thighs. But, just when you prepare yourself to deep-throat him, he pulls away, leaving you gasping.

“Get up, sweetheart. Come, straddle my lap” He releases your hair and opens his arms to welcome you. You lick your lips and move up, he stops you momentarily, holding your hips. His right-hand moves up your thigh, two fingers sliding between them to caress your clothed clit. You rock your hips forward, grinding against his fingers. “You’re so wet, hm? You’re craving daddy’s attention down here, aren’t you?” He smirks as you nod, a whine leaving your lips. He hooks his thumb around the strings of your panties and slowly pulls it down, his eyes glued on your folds.

He leans and presses a kiss on your pubic bone, then pulls you to finally sit on his lap. His hands hold your hips and he moans as he feels your wetness against his painfully hard member. You decide to tease, giving a single grind on him. He hisses and grips your hips tightly to stop you, his eyes looking sharply at yours. “Careful now, or I won’t be gentle.”

That was supposed to be a threat but only managed to arouse you even more. With your hands on his shoulders, you sit down on him and roll your hips in a tight circle. Johnny squeezes his eyes for a moment and feels something inside of him snapping. His hands lift you just enough to position himself, his hand holding his shaft tightly. He rubs the head against your soaked labia, making you spread your legs unconsciously. “I’ll fuck you, raw and nice. No condom, no nothing. And you’ll take it like the good girl you are.” He orders.

His hands bring you down on his length slowly, wanting you to feel every inch, every vein. Johnny’s hips jerk upwards, he’s trying to fight the urge to bury his dick deep inside and split you open. You moan as you get stretched by his girth, he’s bigger than any other man you had before. “Shh, quiet now, girl.” He pushes you down further, his head throwing back as your tight inner walls warming his cock like no other. Once you’re settled down, you squirm, feeling so full of him. Mr. Depp starts slowly thrusting upwards, his tip effortlessly hitting a spot inside of you.

“Goddamnit, sweetheart” He grunts “You’re so fucking tight, I’m going to wreck this little pussy.” He leans forward, his hands searching for a zipper on your dress. His movements falter slightly as he doesn’t find one, instead, he pulls the dress straps down your shoulders, exposing your bare chest. He moans softly at the sight, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. You lean forward, burying his face on your chest while riding him. He slaps your ass, making you clench around him.

His mouth attacks your breasts, sucking and kissing them hungrily. His beard tickles your tender flesh, lips leaving hickeys on your skin. You moan louder, slamming down on his lap to start grinding on him, rubbing your clit on his pubic bone. He licks your sweet nipples, making your moans turn into whimpers, your inner walls clenching around Johnny as you feel the orgasm close. He groans and looks up at you, his eyes half-lidded. “Cum on your daddy’s cock, now.” He hisses in your ear, then leans down to nibble your neck.

You feel yourself melting on him as the orgasm hits you like a wave, soaking his cock. Your legs give up, so you lay on him. “I got you, princess” Johnny kisses your shoulder and starts thrusting deep, barely pulling out of your tightness. He chases his own release, groaning softly in your ear.

It doesn't take long, his cock swells and throbs, flooding your insides with his warm seed. He pants against your shoulder and strokes your back. “You took me so well, you’re such a good girl for daddy.” He mumbles against your skin. “Now rest, I’ll take care of everything else…”

After a few hours, you wake up. You’re in someone’s bed, the room is nice and clean, it’s already morning. On your right, a bouquet of assorted flowers, colorful yet simple. On your left, Mr. Depp, with his glasses on as he tries to read something on his phone. When he notices you’re awake, he gives a smile. “Morning, my princess.” He places his phone and glasses aside and leans down to kiss your forehead.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, tender. “How are you feeling? I hope I didn’t break you” He chuckles softly, a rich deep sound. “What’s with the flowers?” You ask, a bit surprised. “Um? Just because. There shouldn't always be a reason to give you a gift, dear.” He nuzzles your neck. “I hope you like them. And, when you’re ready, we’ll go out for breakfast, sounds good?” He smiles. “Remember, baby…”

“You deserve a real man, not some boy who can’t even grow a proper beard.” He winks and kisses your temple.

a/n: oh I was going to write something in the end like "wait, what was the boy's name again?" to show that Johnny could make the reader forget everything but himself, that's why I said the boy's name was Paul. But Johnny made even the writer forget about it! KKJJKKJ

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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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Passei mal igual a Pabllo Vittar

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 | 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 sexual content, P in V sex, public sex, riding, otherwise mind numbing fluff as scheduled

♫ sparks fly - taylor swift

┆𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ┆

You and Johnny had been taking it lowkey, and this weekend, he had told you that he was taking you somewhere. He didn't say where, just that you should wear something cool. This was technically your first date with him, as when he took you to the restaurant, neither of you acknowledged you had romantic feelings for each other. This time was different.

He picked you up, knocking on your door, flowers in hand. "I didn't know which ones were your favorite so I just got you roses, I hope that's okay." He said sheepishly, but clearly he was trying to up his confidence. You couldn't help but giggle slightly at the sight; Johnny Depp, nearly tripping at his feet and fumbling over his words, all because of you.

"That's okay. They're beautiful, thank you." You whispered graciously, gently taking the flowers from him. "I'm gonna go put these in a vase, then we can go, okay? Come in, please." You said, opening the door for him a bit more as you walked further into your apartment. He stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him.

"You have a cozy place here, love. It suits you." He said, taking in the view of your apartment. It wasn't anything lavish, but it was definitely you.

You smiled at his words as you filled a vase with some water, before putting the red roses in the glass. "I try." You replied before walking over to him. "You clean up nice." You whispered, running your fingers along the buttons on his button up. He wasn't too formal, but he was cleaned up and put together; a flannel, white button up, jeans, and of course, his rings and other accessories.

"Not as nice as you, doll." He returned the compliment, hooking his fingers under your chin, lifting your head up and meeting your lips in a soft kiss. "You ready to go, princess?" He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears.

"Where are we going?" You asked, taking his hand, interlocking your fingers.

"You'll find out." He said, giving you a cheeky smile as he led you out of your place. You locked the door behind you, and Johnny helped you into the car.

The car ride there was filled with laughter, your hands still intertwined over the center console. You'd never had a guy actually take you out like this. The drive was short, and he quickly pulled up to a small hill out by a clearing. It was remote, and since it was dark out, it gave you a clear view of the glistening stars in the dark sky.

"How did you know I liked stargazing?" You asked him as he grabbed a blanket from the back seat.

"Educated guess." He chuckled softly, taking your hand in his free one once again. He led you up to the top of the hill, before rolling the blanket out. He helped you sit down before sitting next to you. Immediately, you layed down, feeling the soft blanket under you.

There was a cool breeze in the air that made you shift closer to him, which consequentially made him chuckle. "You didn't tell me to bring a jacket." You told him, looking over at him, seeing the moonlight reflect in his dark eyes.

"That's because I wanted to do this." He said, before taking off his flannel. You sat up a bit as he put the warm fleece around your shoulders, the remaining warmth and the scent of his cologne enveloping you.

"Cheeky." You teased, laying back down against him.

He scoffed, amused. "No, just romantic." He corrected, putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer, letting you feel the radiating warmth from his body.

For a while, you two spent the night pointing out constellations to each other, and he made a couple cheesy comments about you being more beautiful than the stars, or shining brighter than them.

"You look gorgeous tonight, sweetheart." He whispered, his voice a bit huskier as he gently kissed your jaw, moving down to your neck. "Absolutely stunning." He muttered, shifting to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling him a bit on top of him.

"Johnny.." You shivered, but more from the sudden rush of heat from his words, how flustered and worked up they made you.

"Do you want this tonight?" He asked in a whisper, shifting you to sit on his lap, as if you were light as a feather.

"Are you asking me if I want to have sex with you?" You asked, almost baffled.

"If I was a better man, I'd say no. But darling.. You're already a bad idea. My favorite, worst idea I've ever had." He purred, pulling you closer and kissing your lips.

God, you wanted him, needed him.

"I want you tonight." You muttered against his lips, shifting your hips against him, grinding slightly.

"Jesus, love." He said, breath hitching. "I'm already going to hell for this, but at least if I'm gonna fuck you tonight, I'm gonna do it right. You deserve to be treated good." He promised, hands shifting to your hips, down your thighs, before slipping under your dress. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He whispered. "Anytime, if you change your mind. I won't hold it against you."

"Just take my panties off, John." You lightly commanded, absolutely breathless.

He just smirked, carefully pulling the fabric down, letting you shift out of them. As you adjusted to the sensation of the cool air against your wet core, he was already shiftly unbuckling his belt. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his mid thighs, letting his erection spring free.

"Jesus.." You muttered, more to yourself than anything. His size was intimidating.

"I don't bite, love. Unless you want me to." He smirked, gently grabbing your hips so you hovered over his hard length. "Just go at your pace, don't push yourself." He reminded, his touch a mix between tender and lustful.

"What if someone sees us?" You asked, suddenly becoming aware of the open space once again.

"Nobody's gonna see us." He reassured, his voice slightly strained. He was so hard that it was painful. "We're okay, baby. It's okay." He said, pulling you closer and kissing you.

You decided to just trust his words, sinking down on his cock, letting him bottom out as you moaned into his mouth.

"Fuck.. Just like that, you feel so good. Can you move your hips for me?" He asked, helping you bounce on his cock a bit.

You found a steady pace, one that left you both breathless and moaning. He kept you close to him, helping guide your motions.

He eventually snaked his hand down, rubbing circles on your clit, making your breath hitch before your legs twitched slightly. "Oh god.. Oh god, 'm not gonna last if you're doing that." You softly cried out, your forehead leaning against his.

"That's okay, let go. Cum on my cock for me, pretty girl." He whispered, moving his hand that was previously on your hips to rest on your back.

After a few more strokes of his cock against your gummy walls, you were coming undone, leaning against him for support.

"Fuck.. That's right, so good. So good for me, baby." He praised, letting your orgasm wash over you before he pulled out, stroking himself a few times before his own orgasm hit him, milky white strings of his cum beading from his angry red tip.

Catching your breath, you laid down against him, kissing his lips. "That was... perfect." You whispered, tracing your fingertips against his facial hair.

"You were perfect." He said, meeting your kiss, threading his fingers through your hair, pushing you closer by the back of your head.

You two laid in the blissful afterglow of your tryst, before he helped both of you put your clothes back on. "You think you can walk back to the car, or do you need me to carry you?" He teased, shifting off of the blanket, before you followed and did the same.

"I can walk, my legs still work." You chuckled softly. He playfully smiled at you, putting the soft blanket around your shoulders, before leading you back to the car.

𝐀/𝐍 Surprise smut chapter!! I hope it was okay, because lowkey I was on autopilot writing this chapter and I'm too lazy to rewrite it.

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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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recalling good times.

🎼: jacuzzi - Greeicy, Anitta

Scenario: It all started at the bar, when the lights went out, you and Johnny Depp looked at each other for a while and… ended up in the jacuzzi.

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (take care of yourselves, please), sex in the jacuzzi, praise kink, female reader.

Word count: 1.8k (it was supposed to have 800...)

a/n: im afraid this first photo might be ai, I hope it isn't. And, again, English is not my first language.

You don’t quite remember much. You were at an important gathering, one of those that rich people do for fun without a big reason. You drank three or four glasses of… something there, accompanied by an old friend, Johnny Depp. You and he went to high school together, you two were quite close, it’s been years since the last time you saw him.

Johnny and you talked for a while, sharing drinks and whispers, remembering young years and burning feelings. Suddenly, his scent was so, so nice. It reminds you of liquor and peppers, intoxicating. He seemed to enjoy yours as well since his face wouldn’t leave your neck for long, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin.

“You look as beautiful as the last time I saw you, miss” He whispered, brushing a kiss on your jawline. “Still as charming as ever, hm?” You teased, watching him with half-lidded eyes. “Well, you bring the best out of me, princess.” He chuckled softly, a deep and rich sound, while leaning back to look at your face. You bit your lip, imagining all the things you both could do, feeling your heart racing.

He stared back at you, a fire inside of them that you recognize so well. Before you could say something, people started to leave, the party coming to an end. Johnny watched people leave, sighing softly. He didn’t want to leave you yet, nor did you want to leave. “Well…” You started, his eyes snapping back to yours. “I don’t want to call it a night yet,” You slyly looked back at him. “How about we continue this at my place? I have wine and… a nice pool.” You winked, feeling confident, the familiar fire starting to burn inside of you as well.

He smirked, interested in the proposition. “Oh, sounds great, let's see where this goes.” He stood, extending a hand to help you.

And that’s how you both end up making out in the backseat of a taxi. The driver didn’t mind, which was great, since you probably wouldn't be able to stop. Depp's hand was on your thigh, almost pulling you to straddle his lap, gripping it so tight that it might leave a mark later. His lips don't leave yours, kissing you harder each time, smearing the lipstick that you spent minutes carefully applying — but you couldn't care less at the moment.

When the car arrives at the destination, Johnny throws a dollar bill, most certainly giving more than the price asked. You pull him out of the car, giggling with excitement. He finds your eagerness amusing, even though he's not far from it. He shuts the car door and holds your waist, giving you another kiss that doesn't last long. You drag him inside of your house, pulling him by his jacket. Once in the living room, he takes it off, throwing it on the couch. You take off your heels while he kicks off his shoes, you two get comfortable.

You lead the way to the kitchen, eyes searching for the wine bottle you bought weeks ago. Depp follows you right behind, his eyes admiring your form as you move gracefully — even though you're a bit tipsy, just like him. Reaching the bottle, you start filling two long glasses. Johnny stands behind you, pressing his chest on your back. He slides one of the dress straps down, kissing your shoulder tenderly. His lips slowly move up to the side of your neck, your gasps satisfying him, boosting his confidence. The way he worships your skin reminds you of when you and he used to make out behind the bleachers at school, hiding from the others, the chemistry between you two never faltered, the flame only grew with the longing.

You purr softly and turn to him, holding the two glasses of wine. He reaches for one, giving you a last kiss on your cheek. You make a silent toast with him, clicking the glasses together, then taking a long sip. His eyes never left yours, his gaze so intense that suddenly makes your lungs out of air yet your thoughts airheaded, he always shook you up. Johnny is gripping the glass so tight as if trying to ground himself instead of grinding on you.

You give him a sly smile and nod to the backdoor, where the backyard is. Without waiting for a reaction, you lead the way, opening the door for him. You turn on the small lights “It's pretty cold tonight, right?” You glance a small smile at him, walking to a lounge chair. “I didn't notice it when we were at the bar.” You settle down. “I still can't feel it, you made me hot and bothered.” He winks, teasing, earning a scoff from you, but you love him being silly.

You look at him again, Depp's gaze fixed on your small jacuzzi, next to the pool. You smirk slightly and stand, moving toward the jacuzzi, your hand briefly stroking his back as you pass behind him. With your foot, you press a button, turning on the jacuzzi lights in blue. Johnny hums in approval, taking a sip of his wine as he steps closer, eyes still on the jacuzzi built into the floor. You place your half-full half-empty glass on the floor, then start unzipping your dress, letting it fall on the floor with ease. Once in your white lacy lingerie, you get inside the jacuzzi, sitting down on the step.

He licks his lips, watching. “What are you waiting for?” You chuckle, reaching for your glass again. He doesn't need to be told twice, unbuttoning his shirt with skilled fingers, looks like they're flying across the buttons. When he is only in his white boxers, with a shameless bulge straining against it, he enters the jacuzzi, moving closer to you. “Hm, we're matching” You comment, referring to the underwear’s color. His eyes move down to your chest, grinning. He leans down and presses a kiss on one of your covered breasts, letting it linger.

You grip his chin and bring his face up again, kissing him fiercely, knowing that he knows how to match your energy. He holds your hips against him, trapping you there — as if you wanted to escape. Your mouth welcomes his tongue without hesitation, feeling a familiar ache between your legs. You decide to tease him further, grinding against his thigh as you break the kiss. He groans softly, closing his eyes. “You little vixen…” He hisses with gritted teeth, his hands sliding from your hips to your thighs, wrapping your legs around him.

Depp’s hands snake behind your back, reaching for the clasp of your bra. You arch towards him, feeling eager. You want him, you need him. He quickly unclasps your lacy bra, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder. He cups your chest, squeezing it so gently. You moan and he nods. “Yes, let it out…” He leans down and licks between your breasts, going up to your neck, switching to leave kisses and soft sucks on your sensitive skin.

“Johnny…” You call slyly, almost sounding like a whine. He whispers against your neck. “Say it.” One of his hands slides down your stomach, reaching between your thighs. Two fingers rub your clit through the soaked panties, and even being underwater, his fingers move quickly. You squirm and gasp, your hand going behind his neck, pulling him closer. He releases your breast, his hands moving to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in a heartbeat, but not even bothering to throw them away. 

He admires your pussy, keeping your legs spread. “You’re making me shy.” You tease, sliding a hand between your legs, reaching to touch yourself. He grasps your wrist, moving it away. “Let me do the honors, baby.” He licks his lips, moving his fingers down, caressing your folds. You hold a whimper, always wanting more from him — because you know how breathtaking he can do it.

He slaps your thigh and tilts his head upwards. “Turn around, be a good girl.” He commands, you would get soaked just by listening to it, but the jacuzzi already does that job for you. You turn around, bending over the cold tiles on the floor. Depp caresses your ass, occasionally squeezing the flesh. He leans down and bites your left buttock, making you moan. “God, Johnny…” You say breathlessly, closing your eyes. He gently pushes your back down, your breasts pressed against the floor, giving you chills.

Johnny takes off his boxers hurriedly, the cold air meeting his skin and making him gasp. With one hand he holds your hip, the other one holds his length, rubbing the tip against your folds. He teases you for a few seconds before slowly pushing it inside. You moan, arching your back. “Shhh, I'm here.” He whispers, sliding his cock easily into your drooling vagina, making you stretch to accommodate his girth. He moans, eyes rolling back, as he feels your warmth. “Yesss, fuck, it's even better than I remembered.”

He starts slow, giving deep and long strokes, holding your hips with both hands. The water moves with his pace, growing more agitated as his thrusts grow harder and faster. “You’re taking me so well, that’s it.” He grunts in your ear, his chest pressed against your back. “O-Oh, Johnny, don’t stop... P-Please” You beg him, your moans sounding like an angel’s melody in his ears, which could be mistaken for a prayer.

And he quickly answers your prayers, going even harder, making waves on the water. The sound of wet flesh slapping against each other grows louder alongside your moans and praises. “Like this, hm?” He groans softly and nibs your earlobe. You moan loudly in response, his hand flies to cover your mouth. “Shh, not too loud, sweetheart.” He rebukes you, still thrusting, his pace never faltering.

Feeling you clenching around his length, he hisses. “Ah, yes, baby. Milk me up, just like that.” He praises, his cock throbbing inside. “I’m going to cum soon, are you close?” He snakes his free hand around you, reaching your clit. His finger rubs tight circles on your small bundle of nerves, making you squirm and clench even tighter. You whimper against his hand desperately. He smirks in approval, leaning down to kiss the back of your shoulder. You feel it coming, and he certainly felt it too, since he started to whisper encouraging words in your ear like: yes, baby, cum on my cock or I’ll catch you, let it go.

You tremble, releasing on him, around him. He gasps and groans “Good fucking job, baby girl.” He gives you a few more thrusts before pulling it out, cumming on your back. He bites his lip, trying to not be louder than you. When you both relax from the orgasm, he wraps both arms around your waist and pulls you against his chest. You sigh contently, resting on him. “Was it good, sweetheart?” He whispers, kissing the top of your head.

You nod, still breathless, and he chuckles. “Great. I’ve missed you, let’s not lose contact this time, alright?” He strokes your waist. “I still love you, princess.”

a/n: I feel like an absent mother, here's the alimony, my children. Have a good weekend everyone, i'll see you in the next one, love u all! <3

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