Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Donnie Brasco (Smut)

      "I'm just gonna run to the bathroom real quick, tell the others." I said to Lefty.

      He simply chuckled. "Don't take too long, Donnie." Was all he said before he disappeared into the crowd.

       I cut through the crowd of people, silently cursing all of them for walking so slow.

       But I could have sworn I saw her.

       Y/N.

       My wife.

       Here, at the airport-

       "Oh, God." I remembered, hoping that my kids wouldn't be too loud.

       Y/N and the girls were flying up to see their grandparents for a few weeks. And Y/N had just so happened to book a flight at the same airport me and the gang are also at.

         "Shit," I whispered, "Shit."

         My job has me away from my family for weeks at a time, so we hadn't been able to be together like we wanted to.

          Unfortunately that also included me and Y/N's time together.

          Lately, I've been missing her, but my hand sadly isn't cutting it.

          Luckily my jacket was long enough that it was concealing my 'problem'.

           I glanced back at the gang. They were still near the escalators, chatting, but it wouldn't be long until they got impatient.

           Y/N was talking to the forty-something babysitter we hired for this trip, and then she proceeded into the women's washroom.

           Cutting through and dodging elbows got me to her in no time, but my buddy was screaming in protest.

           "Y/N," I began smoothly, and she whirled and hugged me, making me grit my teeth. "Oh, Joe. You-"

            "Yes. And I miss you and the girls, and this is a bad time, but-"

            "Come here, Joe." She purred, dragging me by the collar of my coat into the empty bathroom.

            "We can't be-too long." I warned, kissing her, my hands exploring her again. A whimper left my throat at the friction between us, and I wanted our clothes off.

            Y/N chuckled, fisting her dress's skirt in her hands, lifting it up. Those legs of hers blessed my eyes.

            She crashed our lips together again, her back against the wall. I hastily locked the door, almost not succeeding.

             I moaned as my body shook around her, signalling that I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. A mewl left Y/N's mouth as my fingernails clawed at her thighs. Lifted her so she was pressed higher on the wall.

             God, I missed her. The scent of her skin, hair, the feel of her body, really. When this is all done, this case, I swear I'll fucking ravish her-

             "Joe. Your pants. They're in the way." Y/N interrupted, kissing my cheek and neck.

             A low growl left me as I undid the belt, Y/N helping, before I pushed my pants and boxers down.

            She pulled me back against her. Her emotions were like a burning flower, soft and tender underneath the heated passion for me.

            Sadly, like fire, this heated moment couldn't last.