Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Dean Corso (OOS)

Requested by RaquelFiuzinha!

Y/N's face flushed heavily, glancing at Dean standing at the foot of the bed.

     "Next time," he breathed, brushing his fingers over her torso, her stomach tensing, "You'll learn not to make me jealous, yeah?"

       When she didn't answer, he pressed the remote button.

       Immediately she arched her back off the bed, whining.

       "I just might give you what you want, if you'll answer-"

       "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, Dean!"

        Her voice was hoarse from screaming. He'd already put her through two orgasms from the vibrator, a small egg shaped toy.

        He increased the intensity, Y/N's voice practically a scream now. "That's not my name, darling."

        Her moans went straight to his cock, feeling so unbelievably hard.

        "Sir! I'm sorry, just please let me cum!"

         Her breasts heaved, the pink nipples hard like little pebbles. Her blindfold was nearly soaked with her tears, and her arms shook with the effort of being raised up.

           Dean growled. The low, animalistic sound reverberated from his chest. "Don't be so touchy with him next time, then."

           He could easily turn up the intensity of the toy if he wanted, but it didn't seem like she would last long.

           "Y-yes, fuck, please, sir." She groaned, squeezing her thighs together. She wouldn't last too long at this rate.

            But that was a bad idea, because that only intensified things. With a scream, her entire body shuddered, fists clenching.

              Dean clenched his jaw. He kindly turned off the remote, immediately fisting himself, coming not long afterwards.

             The entire session was torturous for both of them, so who really won at this rate?

             He undid her wrists from the handcuffs, before getting her blindfold off.

             Y/N's face was red, and she had a thin layer of sweat on her chest and neck. "Dean..." She sighed, her eyes fluttering.

            Dean smirked slightly.  She was in subspace. He reached over to the small bowl on the bedside table, and gave her a chocolate.

            She lazily unwrapped it, her movements jerky since she was still coming off her climax. Then she popped it into her mouth.
         
           "I'm sorry."

           He kissed her forehead, and then her mouth, lazily. "It's okay, you did great. I'm gonna remove the toy, now, okay?"

           She shook her head. "I'm really sensitive right now, Dean. Tomorrow morning."

           Rolling his shoulders, he nodded, blushing with embarrassment and shame. "I'm sorry."

         "Dean, don't be. I agreed to it, and it was great. I trust you."

         He carefully covered her with the blanket, kissing her again. "And thank you, for trusting me. I love you, Y/N."

          After cleaning up, he slid next to her in their bed and fell asleep, her gentle snores easing him.