Johnny Depp One Shots PART 2

Advice Leads To ??

THIS IS PART 1 OF 2 

It was a Saturday and even though you weren't working, you wanted to visit your boss Johnny Depp, needing his advice . Thankfully, he was at home.

The front door creaks open; quietly, you walk down the steps to the basement, which he made into a secret den where he could escape from things, sitting on the landing.

"(Y/N)." He says without looking up.

"Johnny." You smile slightly when he says your name. You love the way it rolls off his tongue.

The two of you sit in silence as he sits in his comfy leather chair. You look at him, slowly getting up and walking over to him, you sit next to him on another leather chair right at side of him, maybe it was a mistake coming here so you lean forward to get up, but Johnny grabs your wrist .

" Johnny you're hurting me. Are–are you drunk?!" Your (e/c) eyes look into his dark ones. You look scared; like a frightened child.

He brings his other hand to your face and strokes your cheek with his calloused thumb.

You whisper, "Johnny, what are you–?"

"Shh." He puts a finger against your supple lips. "You don't get to talk. Do you have any idea what you do to me, (y/n)?" His fingers still on your wrist.

He whispers in your ear, tucking your hair behind it. "When you wear those jeans, it's like you're begging me to rip them off you. And those tops...do you wear them solely to give me a raging hard-on?"

You open your mouth, but only a small squeak comes out. Johnny chuckles as he runs his hand through his dark hair.

"And when you where that dress in the office . That dress..." He growls in your ear. "It took everything I had to not take you against the wall right there."

His eyes look into yours, "And now, here you are...just when I'd gotten you out of my mind for the weekend..." His face just millimeters from yours, you can smell the alcohol on his breath. "(Y/n.)" He whispers so quietly you feel like you imagined him saying it.

Grabbing your (h/c) hair in his hand, he pulls out close. His lips crashing against yours. He licks your lips, his tongue begging for entrance.

Losing yourself in the passion, you oblige, letting your tongues duel.

As his tongue maps every inch of your mouth, his hand finally lets your wrist go and slips under your shirt, moving upwards.

You pull away slightly, bringing yourself back to earth. "Johnny..." You whisper as he looks at you, disappointed.

"As much as I want this...your tipsy ." You put your hand on his chest and kiss him on the cheek. "See you Monday, in the office." You smirk as you turn around, knowing he's looking at your ass while you walk up the stairs.

Johnny sighs and leans back in the chair. "I hate weekends..."