Johnny Depp😙

Domination | Johnny Depp imagines

"My idea of a perfect day... it's pouring outside, I have my favorite sweater on while drinking hot chocolate, and Johnny and I are snuggled under some covers, binge-watching Brooklyn 99." 

The questions went back and forth; some so funny they had you clenching your sides and tears running down your face. Others were more introspective of who you and Landon were as a person, what you wanted in life, what your dreams and hopes and fears were. Your teacher wasn't kidding when she warned you'd have to dig deep and be open. You toughed it out. You needed to get a good grade on the social experiment, no matter what. 

After finishing up the rest of the questions, you figured you had time to kill before Johnny showed up, so you played some more trivia questions. They were safe at the start: most embarrassing memory, a truth for a truth. Landon seemed to drop the scared act and loosened up. For a second, you almost thought you'd have to break out the alcohol. 

"Can I ask a personal question?" Landon blurted out. 

A personal question? What would he want to know about you that the questionnaire didn't cover? You nodded head apprehensively, keeping on a friendly smile. "Go ahead."

"Why are you with Johnny?" 

"Why am I with my boyfriend?" you said biting the inside of your cheek. "Why do you want to know?" 

His cheeks reddened under your scrutinizing gaze. "He's, you know, a hothead. And you're an angel." 

Woah, that escalated. "Johnnys not a hothead. He's defensive." 

The front door slammed shut. Your head snapped in time to see Johnny throw his bag on the ground and storm into the living room. You bounded up, putting yourself in between him and Landon, who had his hand outstretched to pull you back. 

"Call my girl an angel again, and I swear I'll kick your ass!" Johnny bellowed, trying to move around you to get to your partner. 

"Johnny!" you gasped. "It was just a compliment!" 

Landon picked up his backpack off the ground and headed for the door. "I'll see you later, Y/n." 

"Landon don't go!" you called. Johnny held you by your waist until the door opened and shut again, leaving the two of you alone. 

You shoved him off. "I can't believe you! No more, you hear me! You're not going to run off all the boys I bring from school." 

"I just walked in on another man calling you an angel, and I have no right to upset?!" 

"No!" You folded your arms across your heaving chest.

"You thank your lucky stars that this angel is still putting up with this because I'm sick of it! Maybe next, I'll go over to Landon's house!" 

The chocolate of his irises darkened, and his jaw clamped shut. You've seen that look plenty of times to know you've pushed a button. You're in for it now. Before you could blink, your legs were swept out from under you and Johnny had you over his shoulder. 

"Put me down!" You pounded on his sweaty back, kicking your legs. "Johnny, you put me down this instant!" 

He walked all the way your shared bedroom, carrying your struggling weight like it was nothing, and tossed your back onto the bed, leaving your legs to dangle off the side. Johnny got down on his knees and pushed your skirt up on your hips and yanked your panties down to your ankles. He situated your calves on his shoulder, then placed his curly head in the middle of your thighs, blowing his hot breath on you. 

You writhed as he teased you, kissing your inner thighs and swiping a flat tongue against your wetness. "Ugh... hate you... don't stop," you moaned, sensing his lips wrap around your stimulated clit and issuing a gentle suck. 

Johnny hummed and held your hips down as your hips bucked into his face. It was torturous. He knew what he was doing to you, making you go mad with the teasing. It's his favorite type of punishment. And if you were honest, it's your favorite as well. You loved when he took control of you, pleasuring you to the point of pure exhaustion. 

When his tongue finally entered you, you were chanting his name like a prayer, threading your fingers through his curls and pulling on fistfuls. 

He pulled away, smirking as you wailed. "Still hate me?" 

You whimpered, pulling him on top of you and slamming your lips on his, no doubt bruising them. You tasted yourself on his tongue. Unconsciously, your hips ground into Johnnys erection, trying to reach your release. 

Johnny broke the kiss, tsking, "I don't think you deserve to come, angel." 

We'll see about that. One of your hands let go of Johnnys shirt, trying to go down to take care of it yourself. He snatched your wrist and pinned it above your head. For good measure, he did the same to your other hand, imprisoning them in a one-handed grip. 

"Motherfucker!" you cried out, rubbing your thighs together in hopes to create friction. 

"Answer me, love. Do you hate me?" 

His free hand found its way in the middle of your thighs, effortlessly slipping a finger into you, pumping it in and out in a slow rhythm. He groaned, "Fuck, you feel good." 

When he added another finger, your bones turned to jelly. "Oh, sweet lord! Johnny!" 

He nuzzled his head into your neck, marking your skin. "Whose angel are you?" 

"I'm yours," you panted, almost sounding belligerent. "I'm gonna-I coming!" 

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, knocking the wind out of you. Johnny held you through it, waiting for your breath to come back before kissing your swollen lips. This argument is routine for you two. It's nothing Landon or anyone else could understand. As hot-tempered and obstinate as he could be, you knew you could handle it. Johnny would never think to harm you. Plus, he's a huge softie.
"I'm gonna take a shower. Want me to turn on Brooklyn 99 for you or do you wanna...?" He led off, raising a suggestive eyebrow. 

You grinned and stripped off the rest of your clothes, heading for the bathroom.