Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Frank Tupelo (Smut 2/2)

Frank pressed his face into Y/N's shoulder, breathing raggedly.

    Her lips grazed his ear, her voice choking out, "We have to make this quick, you know. We both have students to teach."

    Fuck.

    His hands moved on their own, and soon he was kissing her again, swallowing down her moans of protest, that they had to hurry up or neither of them would cum at all-

     "Jump." He gritted out, crouching to pick her up. She did as told, and she stared down at him.

       Her eyes were lidded, the pupils blown wide. Her legs wrapped around his torso, her honey skin rubbing against him.

       She went to kiss him, but he pulled away, brushing his lips against hers teasingly.

      Their breaths mingled, each one going straight to to his dick like fuel in fire. "Stop it, Frank." She stated.

       "Where's the fun in that?" He rasped, smirking when she gasped and whimpered out.

       He slid his tip lower, feeling it catch on her entrance, nearly rolling his eyes at the realization-

        "Please, Frank." Y/N groaned.

        With a growl, he caught her mouth again, kissing her fast as he pressed at her.

        Her body arched against mine, shaking slightly, but she gripped his shoulders hard. Frank growled against her throat, sending chills in her.

        He wasted no time and moved his hips fluidly, hearing her gasps and groans coming to a crescendo-

        "Ah, don't stop, Frank." She panted out.

        Well then.

        He buried his face in her shoulder, teeth gritted. Forcing himself to hold off and give her what she wants.

        Her lips kissed along his jaw and neck, careful to not leave marks, because they were both teachers still. Y/N's moans were soft, muffled by her hand.

        With every thrust, every bounce from her breasts, every gasp, he felt himself slipping.

        "Fuck, you feel so good, baby," he growled. Y/N turned her face away in embarrassment, but it made him proud that she got flustered.

         She had a praise kink, and he liked that.

        The fiery assault on his lower abdomen got stronger, rising higher and higher like a growing flame.

        She rolled her hips against him, mewling before he hastily rubbed at her clit with his free hand, the other strong arm holding her up.

         "Frank, I can't-"

         He clenched his teeth again, feeling it hit him. "Hold onto me." He kissed her ear.

         With a few more pushes, they both came, Y/N crying out into her hand, Frank growling against her shoulder.

         He carefully pulled out, letting her lean against the wall, while he leaned on the opposite one.

        It was a few minutes of disposing, adjusting and more adjusting before they could both speak again.

       He swept her hair back, smoothing it. "You okay?"

       Y/N grinned, buttoning her shirt. He smiled and helped her do it up, her hands were trembling. "I'm okay, Frank. Thank you."

       He glanced at himself, hoping he looked decent. "How do I look? Be honest."

      "Like you just fucked someone- I'm kidding, but your face is red." Y/N laughed when his eyes widened like a cartoon character.

       Frank rolled his eyes. "Very funny. You, on the other hand, missed a button."

       She lightly hit his shoulder. He grinned.  "Fair, fair. Here, let me fix your tie."

       He stood still, and let her.

Her face wasn't red, but her eyes were glinting mischievously. Her hair- it was obvious that something had rubbed the back of her head, but it was finger combed through.

        Frank didn't look any better-his face was red, and his pants were wrinkled.

        In short, they both looked like hot messes.

        "That'll have to do for the rest of the day." Y/N winked.

        "I'll  see  you  around, Miss Y/L/N." Frank smacked her butt just before they left the closet.