Waking Up The Building.

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.

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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.

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐈 ┆

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The more I read this shit, the more mistakes I find. I apologize again, I'll try even harder next time.

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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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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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 Dancing with a stranger at a Hollywood party ends with a steamy hook up

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 P in V sex, oral (m! receiving, f! receiving), creampie, unprotected sex (do not try this at home), age gap (Johnny is in his early 40s, reader is in her mid 20s), drunk(ish) sex, 69

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f! reader

You somehow managed to be in the right place at the right time. You were at a party, just having fun, living out your 20s as you should. And you just so happened to end up dancing with Johnny Depp. You didn't necessarily know fully who he was, but you knew he was smokin' hot, and you wanted him to take you home.

After a bit of dirty dancing, grinding back against him, he grabbed your hips, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Let's get out of here, hm? How would you like that, princess?" He whispered, his voice low and rough with desire.

"I think I'd like that very much, Mr. Depp." You teased, twirling your hair and biting your bottom lip slightly. You were a bit tipsy, drunk enough to not die of cringe as you engaged in some pretty cliché seduction, but sober enough to know what you were doing, what you were consenting to.

He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the building, giving you a wink as he turned to look back at you. God, you were already soaked.

-

He pushed you down on the bed, already working to unzip your dress. His tongue greedily explored your mouth, messy and lustful. He pushed your dress off, admiring every curve and dip in your body.

"So beautiful.." He mumbled, pressing kisses along your skin, down to the curve of your breasts. He expertly unclipped your bra, even in his drunken state. "All mine tonight" He finished, his hands finding your breasts, thumbs rubbing circles on your nipples. You let your head fall back in a breathless moan, but he wanted more.

He off his belt, unzipping his jeans, pushing them to the ground. "Get on top of me, let me taste you, sweet girl." He half commanded, half begged. He tugged his boxers off before taking your panties off. As soon as he was laid on the bed, he pulled you onto him with no hesitation, your ass in his face, pussy completely dripping.

No man had ever put you in this position before, it was so strangely erotic, how one different position could have you clenching around nothing.

"Go on, put that pretty mouth to use. I know you know what to do. Don't make me punish you." He warned. While the idea of his punishments sent a spark to your core, you wanted to please him, listen to him.

As you took his cock in your mouth, he licked up your cunt. You knew he'd match your energy, it was an equal trade off. You stroked what you couldn't fit in your mouth, he dipped his tongue into your hole. You used your free hand to gently fondle his balls, his tongue darted across your clit with expertise.

You were so close already, no doubt he was too. You bobbed your head faster on his cock, as if to silently communicate you were close. The soft grunts against your pussy didn't help your case, but you figured your moans weren't helping his.

It wasn't long before you were exploding, the pleasure overtaking you as you gently pushed back on his face a bit more. You deep throated his cock as he came, feeling his length twitch in your mouth.

As you pulled your mouth off his cock, he spoke in a gruff voice, "You got one more in you sweetheart?" He asked, rubbing the thick flesh of your thighs.

"Yes, god, yes." You replied, wiping your mouth. He shifted you onto the bed, putting you in a mating press as if you weighed nothing.

He quickly slipped his cock into you, already hard again. He wasted absolutely no time pounding into you, his thrusts sloppy, but you didn't even think about it too much as his cock slammed into that sweet spot inside you.

You were moaning out, practically crying, your head leaned back against the mattress.

"Feels good, doesn't it, doll? Fuck, you're so tight. Feel so good wrapped around my cock." He praised. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, the erotic mix of his cologne and the scent of sex was present in the air.

"I'm close... Please Johnny, I'm so close.." You whined out, eyes glossed over, lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

"Tell me who this pussy belongs to, and I'll let you cum. Tell me who's making you feel so good. Tell me who's face you came on." He commanded, still rutting into you. He shifted his position only slightly to ghost his fingers over your clit.

"Fuck! You, Johnny! You're making me feel so good." You cried out. That seemed to satisfy him, as he applied a bit of pressure to your clit, nearly making you see stars.

"Good girl, that's right. Look so pretty under me when you're falling apart like this." He murmured. You couldn't even find it in yourself to care if it was drunk babbling, because it was doing absolute wonders to coax your orgasm.

"Gonna cum in this little pussy. You gonna cum with me, sweetheart, hm? Come undone while I fill you up?" He teased.

"Yes, yes, please! I can't- oh my god.. I need to cum!" You cried out, and it only took a few more sloppy thrusts from him before you were gushing, tightening around him, which earned a groan from him. It wasn't long before he was spilling inside you, burying himself in you to make sure you could feel him deep inside you.

As he pulled out, and his sperm dripped out of you, he replaced his cock with his fingers, as if to keep his essence inside you. "Think I'd like having you around a little longer, doll." He murmured, although he'd give you a break.

For now.

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