Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Gilbert Grape (Smut)

Y/N'S POV

Gilbert's hands fumbled around on the front of my shirt, undoing the buttons as quickly as he could, but carefully. His fast, heavy breaths stirred my hair, while I felt my knee prodding his hardness through his jeans.

"Y/N," he panted, "Undress quickly, now."

We'd been dating for about three months now, but never really got to see each other because he's constantly looking after Arnie and his family.

But imagine his shock when he found out he had to deliver groceries to me and my father, who I live with at the moment- he got a job here in Endora, so we had to move here for a few months.

Ever since, we've used this system as best as we can, and I have to say I'm not complaining.

I quickly got rid of the shirt and my shorts, which, involved a bit of squirming around on the table I was sitting on. Gilbert didn't seem to mind, and hastily tore them off, before undoing his apron, and getting rid of his shirt.

His breaths sounded like growls, his long hair sweeping across his collarbones, which I didn't hesitate to kiss and bite. Letting out a choked groan, he threw his head back, fingernails digging into my thighs. "Y/N-"

"Yes?" I whimpered, to which he grabbed my chin harshly, forcing me to look at him. "I said 'undress'"

Well, let's say that my bra was off, my panties shoved to the side. I hastily undid his pants, kissing him hard.

Even though quickies weren't new to us, it still had my heart pounding every time.

"Um, Gilbert, do you have a-"

"Yes, yes," he groaned, pulling away slightly, and I heard the sound of foil ripping.

"Come here, Y/N."

My hips were grasped by Gilbert's hands, and he kissed me quickly to silence me as he slowly pushed at me.

I let out a choked moan into his mouth, which he reciprocated by cupping my head, the other hand braced on the tabletop, to steady me.

Outside, the air was cool, the breeze wafting through the trees, but in the house it felt like a bonfire.

Tracing his sharp jawline with my fingertips, I rolled my hips beneath him. He gripped my hips, and began to thrust hard, steadily.

"Y/N, God, you feel amazing," he whimpered breathlessly, making me smirk.

This may have been a sight to see, but I loved it.

I loved this.

Sadly, we couldn't be too loud, so we choose to keep kissing. I loved kissing Gilbert, simply because he was a great kisser, and his lips were usually very soft.

The pressure and stimulation I was feeling made me want to scream, but I dug my nails hard into his back instead. A groan left his mouth, his hair sweeping over my face.

Clearly frustrated, Gilbert locked my legs around his waist and increased the pace, the position allowing him to hit me right-

B-BEEP!

Gilbert broke away, seeing the car of my dad slowly coming up the road. "Oh, my God. Okay, Y/N." He grunted, "Stay quiet."

He turned us around, now sitting on the table, smacking my butt hard, gritting his teeth. "Ride me."

His voice dropped, meaning I had no choice. But thank you for giving me someone with a voice that could be so sinful!

Heart racing now, I grinded hard at him, hearing his groans and gasps as he returned the favour. "Go faster," I gasped, twitching slightly when I felt something soft brush my clit.

Oh, God.

With a growl, Gilbert held me, bucking his hips up, while rubbing my clit on the sides with two fingers, the way I liked it. "Please d-don't stop, Y/N-"

I smashed our lips together as the stimulation blew apart inside us both, allowing our moans to be heard for the other one only. Through the haze, I heard the car pull into the driveway.

Gilbert gently helped me off him. I hastily fixed my hair and shirt. As soon as the garbage lid sounded, I got Gilbert's shirt and handed it to him.

"Your hair, Gilbert," I reminded him, and he rolled his eyes. It looked like he just rolled out of bed. "Yours isn't any better."

I lightly smacked his arm, "Here." I finger combed it, before parting it where needed. "Better?" I was greeted by his dark eyes. "Yes."

He kissed my forehead, and the doorknob jiggled. "Does everything look alright?" I glanced around. The kitchen looked normal, nothing out of the ordinary.

My dad cracked the door open, and he shuffled to to the kitchen to see us both there. "Hello, Y/N! Hello, Gilbert."

"Hi, Dad," I said, feeling my heart starting to slow.

"Hi, Mr. Y/L/N" Gilbert greeted. He seemed collected, but his eyes definitely weren't.

"Oh, Gilbert, I stopped by Lamson's, and according to what the manager said, our delivery was twenty minutes ago. What are you still doing here?"

*Sorry I haven't been updating