Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Jack Sparrow (Smut)

Requested by @Slytherin_Guardian04

"Y/N, love," Jack whispered, his rough fingertips trailing over my skin, "Wake up."

      I slowly woke up out of dreams, to see the smirking face of the man I loved. "What is it, Jack? It's the middle of the night."

      He was sitting on the side of my bed, wearing a long shirt and pants, but he still had his bandana on.

      "I need you, Y/N," he purred, burying his face into my neck. He grabbed my hand. Reached it down until I blushed.

      "Feel that?" He pressed a slow kiss under my ear. My eyes lidded and my legs closed a bit, at how quickly he had me.

       "Could you help me take care of it?"

        Feeling mischievous, I flattened my palm and grinded it against his hard crotch. He hissed,   his   grip   tightening. "Y/N-"

         "I'm on top this time," Grabbing his chin with my thumb and forefinger, I made him meet my gaze.

          My grinding hand wasn't doing his voice any good as he gasped out, "A-alright, love. Just please-"

          Before he could respond, I kissed him. Pulled him closer until he was on the bed with me. Rolling onto him, Jack grasped my hips and helped me as I ground them into his hardness.

          Already my body was pretty warm, despite the clothes falling to the floor.

         Tugging his shirt up, I kissed all over his tan chest. His nipples were hard, and I rubbed them in between my fingers while he groped my thighs. "Y/N-"

         Curling my fingers under the waistband, I tugged them off him, the friction earning a growl from his mouth.

          "Y/N," he panted, "At least let me-"

          My nightgown was already off, and underneath was a slip. Jack's calluses scraped my neck as he brought me closer, his other hand slipping underneath.

          Jack was not only a talented and rough fighter, he could also be that kind of lover.

         Who was I to complain?

         His breaths were short and hard, feeling me writhe around his fingers. I clutched onto him, feeling it crest, until we both moaned into the kiss.

        Jack kissed me again. He was so impatient, he was practically shaking as he tore the slip off me. He laid back on his elbows, tilted his head. "Oh, you're beautiful, Y/N."

     Jack's face was flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A dent in his bottom lip where I bit it. But his eyes were enamored with me, not anything less.

      I whimpered, feeling him pressing against me. But a blush tinted my cheeks. "And you're amazing, Jack."

      He grinned, before leaning up to kiss me. This kiss was slower, deeper, exploratory. His tongue teased mine before he moved down my throat.

       He grunted slightly, feeling me grasp him and line him up.
Clearly-and I had learned this a long time ago- he was more impatient.

       Eventually, he grabbed my hips and pressed forward, while bringing me towards him.

      The stretch was delicious, feeling how he pressed nicely against my walls.

      "Mmmph!"

      Jack's breaths were hot against my skin, and he threw his head back. "Oh, Y/N, you feel so good."

      He looked like a God, his chest sweaty, lips parted. Those dark eyelashes fanning over his cheekbones. And to have me on top of him, ravishing him like this.....

       That was all I needed.

       I clutched his shoulders, swinging my hips in a circular motion. He followed suit, thrusting upwards and holding me close. At this point, we didn't care about how loud we were being, for we were both on cloud nine.

       Jack hugged me close, kissing my shoulders and breasts, harshly slapping my butt when he felt me slowing down. I groaned against his skin, tasting salt. "D-don't forget who's really in charge," He growled, nibbling my ear.

       "If you slow down, I won't let you."

        How could I keep up when he was hitting and kissing me right where I was weak?

        Two can play at this game.

        With a brush of his nipples, he hissed and grabbed at his hair, growling louder. "Y/N-"

        "Yes?" I pressed closer, licking at his collarbones and chest. His mouth parted, sucking down air. "Y-you seem to finish much faster when I remind you of how bad you want it, Jack."

        So with my own orgasm approaching, I slowed my hips, whimpering. "God-Y/N, I was so-"

      Jack's eyes desperately locked with mine, silently begging. It's not everyday that I see him look at me like that.

       I like it.

       But I picked up the pace, his fingers tightening so hard I thought he'd rip his hair out. "P-please, Y/N, let me-"

       Even with the pressure building up in my lower torso, I smirked at how easy it was.

       His pants and grunts were like fuel to fire, urging me on. "Since you asked so nicely..."

       I grabbed his hand, holding it above his head while my mouth worked his neck, and my other hand rubbed over his chest. He began to twitch at the overstimulation, his teeth gritted.

        "Let go," I gasped out, and he crashed our lips together, grunting. Gradually, we slowed our actions, feeling how our bodies began to wind down.

       The room was filled with nothing but our slowing heavy breaths.

        I carefully got off him, and he threw the blanket over us.

         "That was-different, Y/N." He sighed, pressing his face into my neck. I hummed softly, stroking his hair, feeling how he relaxed instantly. "We could always try it again," I suggested, a cheeky smile curving my lips.

          He held up a finger. "Maybe not all the time, but okay."

          I laughed. "You enjoyed it, I know you did."

          "Oh, just go to sleep."