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Tattoo - REVISED	By : LSMarz Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 6200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Johnny Depp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Tattoo
Author: JD101
Summary: Johnny gets a tattoo... and other good stuff.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Johnny Depp/female OC
Feedback: Please feel free to comment, good, bad or ugly.
Characters: 1 imaginary Johnny Depp, 1 imaginary wife, 1 imaginary tattoo artist
Betas: None
Author’s notes: This is a Heterosexual, Real Person Fic about Johnny Depp. This is my alternate universe . I do not know Johnny Depp, have never met him, don’t know his wife/girlfriend and none of these events are real in any way shape or form. To my knowledge, he does not behave this way.
Disclaimer #1: All of this stuff is made up out of my head.
Disclaimer #2: I make no money...... anywhere.
Author's note: Why a revision for a smut fic? Because I care.
I revised this because it was the first fanfic I ever wrote and now when I read it I see the glaring and juvenile errors I made. *blah* So I had to fix it.

If you liked it before .... it's much better now.

I know Johnny is not legally married, but I purposely used the term wife. I left the character vague because I felt like that would be crossing a line somehow. Silly, I know, considering what follows.

In any event, I hope you enjoy it.

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TATTOO
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Breasts.

They were killing him lately.

Johnny had never been a breast man. In this T and A town, he had always been more of an A man. The sweet curve of a woman’s spine sliding down to the small of her back then sloping to the fullness of a well rounded bottom, made his head spin.

He had fallen in love with his wife … from behind. She was built small and lately she had been working out like a mad woman, panicked by an irrational fear of losing her figure after having two children. She was now back to perfect modeling weight, zero body fat and toned to muscular perfection. Unfortunately, the weight loss had taken away the small breasts that she had started with. Her boyish figure was sweet and firm and looked great in a dress, but lately his mind had been wandering without his permission.

Breasts.

They were making him stop dead in his tracks. When he watched TV, the plot would be lost on him because he was distracted by shots of the starlet’s cleavage. The curve of a checkout girl’s sweater would make him forget what he was supposed to pick up for his wife. He would stand there, lost in thought, before finally remembering the list in his hand.

Breasts.

At the last award ceremony he attended, when the “Best Actress in a Drama” walked out on stage preceded by sharply protruding nipples on gently swaying globes… he thought he would lose his mind.

He was glad his wife was not with him that awards night. There was cleavage for miles on the red carpet. He was able to watch, always discretely of course, unfettered breasts sliding around in silk couture dresses. Lovely, bright and sparkly actresses were everywhere, and they knew how to play up their best assets. He sat his table praying he would not win in his category. That would mean having to go up and speak, which was bad enough, but he would have to keep his hands clasped in front of him to hide his growing excitement. The camera caught the enormous look of relief on his face when his name was not called.

When the ceremonies were over, he went to the after party, mostly for business, but his pleasure was there too. Schmoozing was not his favorite thing to do and it helped to have a glass of wine or two… or three. He didn’t need to circulate, people came to him. Men came to his table and talked, shaking hands, pressing flesh. Women came to him, bending low to give him friendly kisses and smiles. He stayed seated at his table as much as possible and drank his wine and watched.

When he got home late, he was a little tipsy. Johnny crawled into bed and knew he was not going right to sleep. He had been able to keep his erection at bay or at least hidden all night. But now, naked under the sheets, with his wife’s sweet behind snuggled up against him, his erection became much more urgent. He slid his hand down along his wife’s back and felt the cleavage of her behind. His slim fingers slid gently inside the crevice between her cheeks. He pushed them forward into the moistness between her legs. The warmth of her pussy had built up as she slept. His fingers were wet as he pulled them out and caressed her bottom.

He reached down with his other hand and grasped the hardness of his erection, sliding his hand up and down in rhythm while he fondled his wife’s ass. He pressed the hot head of his penis against the warmth of her behind and slowly slid his cock along the soft crevice. The cleavage between the two globes of her buttocks brought an image of softly swinging breasts to his mind. He pictured his penis sliding in between a lovely pair of tits as his cock was in reality sliding against his wife’s behind.

As he slipped into her wetness, his wife stirred from her sleep, moving back against Johnny’s erection. He moaned with the movement and thrust into her much harder than he meant to. She was awake now. Johnny was fully immersed inside her. Air filled his lungs in gasps instead of breaths. His hips hit her ass making slapping sounds with each thrust as he spread her legs apart for better penetration. Her groan was not lost on him. He felt huge inside her. All he wanted to do was fuck. His humping became faster and deeper and he grunted and grabbed her hair pulling her against him. He ground his cock into her as he exploded inside her losing all thought.

“I guess you had a good night?” she said with a note of sarcasm, as he pulled out of her.

Johnny lay behind his wife spoon style, catching his breath. He reached his hand around to caress her breast. He found her nipple and ran his thumb over it several times. She sighed and turned over onto her stomach so that her nipple was no longer available to him.

“Come on now, don’t be like that to me.” he whispered.
“Oh, you think you can stay away all night, come home drunk and hump me and all is right with the world?”
He withdrew his arm. “I’m really not in the mood for an argument” Johnny sighed. He turned away from her biting words and fell asleep.

They had been together for several years now and Johnny knew he loved her. He was comfortable in her company. She was a great mother. She looked after him. She looked after the kids. He had never felt so secure with a woman in his whole life. Still, there was something wrong. It seems he could do no right by her lately. Dissatisfaction with their life together was seeping into everything they did. They were both getting snippy, short tempered, and irritable with each other.

He felt she had not been satisfied with their lovemaking for some time. She'd made that quite clear. His wife was delicate and romantic and she wanted their lovemaking to be delicate and romantic. Johnny was all for romantic. In fact, he really enjoyed romancing her. He thought of it as their gossamer lovemaking. It was full of gentle caresses and sweet light touches. He knew that pleased her, and he wanted to please her. It truly was delightful when things were going well. He loved slipping into her, hearing her delicate sighs in his ear and holding her tight, gently rocking till they both climaxed.

But every time? All the time? When he thought about it, he had not been satisfied with their lovemaking for some time as well. Sometimes he just wanted to fuck… really hard. Mindlessly. Hungrily.

He loved oral sex and his wife never seemed comfortable with that. He always got the feeling that she went down him out of a sense of obligation. She never really said no or that she didn’t want to do it. She just seemed somewhat timid about touching him and hesitant about putting her mouth on him. She would do it, but he usually had to prompt her by taking her hand and putting in on his cock or very gently pushing her head down towards his erection. She always pleased him once she started, but it was not something she seemed eager to do and that disappointed him.

What puzzled him even more was that she didn’t seem to like it when he went down on her. He had never run into that problem before and it baffled him.

Johnny had always been very oral. He was always putting things in his mouth like a three year old. Cigarettes, pens, his fingers, pretty much everything went to his mouth. It was natural for this sensory need to carry over into his bed. He loved kissing, tasting, licking, eating, sucking all parts of a woman’s body. He wanted his mouth on their mouths, necks, breasts, arms, waists, bellybuttons, buttocks, thighs, knees, feet… all of it turned him on. There was not a part of a woman’s body he didn’t want to taste. Most of all, he loved to eat pussy. Plain and simple. His mouth was an important sexual organ to him. Oral sex was a vital part of his foreplay.

He had never had any complaints about this particular fetish before.

~*~*~*~

“Johnny” she had said uncomfortably. He looked up from his vantage point at the crux of her legs. Her tiny tuft of pubic hair tickling his chin. He smiled and licked the taste of her on his lips as he moved up her taut body and started to kiss her mouth.

“Johnny” she said again more urgently.
“What, baby girl” he said as he nuzzled her cheek. He tried to kiss her cupid bow mouth again and she pulled away.
“I can taste myself on your mouth when you kiss me”
“I know” he grinned. “I love the idea of that.”
“I don’t”
“Oh?”
“No.”
“Oh.” Johnny furrowed his brow slightly as he thought this over. “Well, ok then…... I guess I won’t do that anymore. I can get all of my kissing in before tasting your honey” he smiled and continued to nuzzle. “Because I love the taste of you down here.” He said as he slid his finger into her moistness and brought it back up to his mouth to demonstrate his point.

She squirmed a little and murmured, “I don’t really like that either… too much…. Johnny. There are so many other things that I love. I love it when you hold me. I love it when you kiss me. I love it when you’re inside of me…. I just… it’s just that… You doing that to me feels dirty... somehow.”

Johnny stopped nuzzling.

“You don’t mean dirty in a good way do ya?”
“No, honey.”
“No, honey indeed.”

~*~*~*~

That was years ago. Shortly after their first child had been born. Their lovemaking was fine but the thrill was not there. Not that Johnny needed the thrill. He had certainly had his share throughout his life. There were women throwing themselves at him on a regular basis since he had started acting. Even before that, when he had been in bands, there were always groupies. He had lost his virginity at the tender age of thirteen to an accommodating groupie, three years his senior. Available women had never been the problem. Really, he could have his choice of just about any female he wanted and he was choosy about the women he wanted to be with. He was too quiet and shy to be conceited or macho about it in any way. He wasn’t out to score. It was just a fact.

No, he thought, the problem wasn’t finding women to take to bed. The problem was outside of the bedroom. He always figured all those women might want to sleep with him but they probably wouldn’t want to keep him once they got to know him and some of his odd habits.

He found that women are funny about bug collections. Some are not too keen about his macabre interest in unsolved murders. The graphic pictures and artifacts freak some of them out. His wife barely tolerates his twenty-year-old boots. She makes him take them off outside. The neat freaks can’t stand the fact that he’s a pack rat of phenomenal proportions. He doesn’t even like to mention his fascination with smells because, somehow, that just seems too weird. He used to hide the fact that sometimes, when something worth noting happened in his life, he likes to commemorate it by marking his body in some way. It used to be kind of self destructive because he used a knife, but over the years, he had been able to channel that urge into the art of tattooing.

That’s what he was doing today. Commemorating the birth of his second child with a tattoo based on a tat that one of his characters had in a movie. He walked into his favorite tattoo parlor and came face to chest with the most beautiful, soft curved breast he had ever seen. She was standing on a stepladder reaching up to hang some new flash on the wall above her head. Her smoky eyes looked at Johnny from under the crescent formed by her arm, armpit and the top of her breast. A breast that bounced deliciously as she pushed in the final tack.

“Hey there. Can I help you?”
“Hi, is Jon here today?”
“No, he’s out of town for a convention. I’m on my own today.” She smiled and climbed down slowly from her perch.
“Shit, I wanted to have him do the tat we were talking about last week. Um, I guess I can wait till he gets back.”
“Oh! The one for your arm…. with the swallow, sunset and ocean, right?”
“Ah, yeah, that’d be the one. How’d you know?”
“Well, I know who you are.” She blushed attractively. “And Jon had me working on it. I actually did a design for it.” She smiled an easy smile. “Do you want to see it?”

Johnny followed her hips into the back of the parlor.
“Not fair,” he said, “you know my name and I don’t know yours.”
“Lena.” She said. They moved past piercing needles, clamps, tattoo guns and what looked like barber chairs and massage tables masquerading as vehicles of torture. They were the only people in the place that afternoon.

Lena stopped at a cushioned table and asked Johnny to take a seat. She reached around to a file cabinet, accidentally brushing her chest against his shoulder. They smiled at each other and she quickly pulled out a manila folder.
“These are my designs.” She showed him several while looking for his swallow design.

Johnny watched Lena as she searched. Her sleek brown hair touched the slim shoulder straps of her yellow floral top. The bottom of her shirt floated a little above the swell of her hips and revealed a hint of a tattoo. It was a kind of vine peeping out from under her shirt. It crept down to circle her belly button and continued down into the top of her low slung jeans.

“Ah, here it is.” She showed Johnny the tattoo pattern.
“That’s perfect.” He said. “That’s exactly what I was talking to Jon about. You flipped the bird around so it will fly towards me too. I like that.”
“Well, it’s supposed to represent your son, right? And it’s a swallow and they always come back home. This is so your son will always come back. He’ll always know where home is.”
“Not all of us have that kind of certainty.” Johnny said.
“No, indeed, we don’t” Lena stood very close and Johnny could smell her perfume. He inhaled something that reminded him of summers on the beach as a wild kid. Patchouli. Musk. Head shops on a boardwalk. It was a nice smell and it made him smile.
“I can do it for you now if you want.”
“Excuse me? I’m sorry, I was drifting…”
She smiled as she took his right arm and held it across her waist, running her other hand up along his shoulder. “I can do it for you.”
“ I have no doubt.” Johnny laughed low. “Sure, it’s your design…. You should do it.”

Lena pulled up a tray with inks, needles, sanitizing liquid and tattoo gun. She straddled the stool in front of Johnny as she transferred the design to the top of his right forearm. Johnny’s hand rested in the Y formed by Lena’s thighs. Both of them were very comfortable.

As Lena leaned forward to press the sharp needle into Johnny’s flesh he had a clear view of the top of her breasts. There was that vine. Johnny was intrigued now. Where did it start? Better yet, where did it end? He felt the sting of the needle drawing blood and the tingle of his cock filling with blood at the same time.

He smelled the woody scent of her perfume mixing with the scent of her natural body. Lena spread her legs just a little to reposition his arm at a better angle. The pain was exquisite. It always was. He didn’t dare move his hand, though the urge to rub her mound where his hand was touching was almost unbearable. He felt the heat emanating from her body as she concentrated on her task.

Johnny had never had a tattoo done by a woman before. He watched as Lena pressed with a steady and skilled hand, wiping away his blood mixed with ink as the tattoo emerged. Her concentration was intense as she held Johnny’s arm against her thigh.

There was something very sexy about being held captive this way. He knew he couldn’t move or she could cause him great pain. But the sight and heat of her body made him want to squirm.

“Hold still.” She said. She looked up at Johnny and his eyes held hers steady. A slow smile spread across his face.
“I’m almost done.” Lena repositioned his arm in her lap and noticed the bulge in his lap. Now, the smile was on her face as she bent her head down and went back to her work.

Johnny slipped into the Zen like trance that was common for him while being tattooed. After a while the endorphins take over and the pain becomes a hum, a chant that his body responds to with heightened sensitivity in all his other senses. It takes the focus away from the pain at the point where the needle pierces skin.

“Done.” Lena wiped the last of the blood and ink away from the finished tattoo. She was pleased with herself and she looked up at Johnny expectantly.

His dark almond eyes focused on hers. “Let me see your tattoo”. He said in a low throaty voice. Lena smiled and slowly stood up in front of him. He spread his legs apart to allow her to stand in between them. Her breasts were in front of his face and his thighs straddled her hips. She raised her arms above her head and he slid his hands up along her waist and under her shirt.

He watched the vine slowly emerge as he lifted the little top up exposing her full round breasts. A low moan came from the back of Johnny’s throat. He took one of her large dark nipples into his mouth and sucked until it became hard. He saw that the vine tattoo started at her right nipple and circled her breast. He began to lick the path the vine took with quick little swipes of his tongue. Lena removed her shirt and brought her hands down to hold his head as he wound his way across her bosom. The softness and fullness of her flesh in his hands made his head swim and his cock hard.

Lena pulled his tee shirt off over his head, momentarily breaking their connection. He tilted his head up, his eyes swimming with lust. Lena kissed him hard on the mouth. Johnny responded by filling her mouth with his tongue. He had a sudden urge to fill every orifice of hers with some part of him. He wanted to fill her mouth with his tongue, her pussy with his cock and her ass with his finger. He wanted to crawl inside her if he could.

Lena reached down and ran her hand along his smooth hairless chest. She felt along his sides and up to his armpits and shoulders. She kissed his neck and brushed her hand across his nipple, giving it a pinch along the way. It made Johnny moan and grind his hips against hers. She slid her hands down across his abdomen and eagerly massaged his denim covered cock. His hands cupped her round bottom and he pulled her cheeks apart as best he could through her jeans.

“These need to come off.” He said as Lena stepped back slightly and unbuttoned her jeans. Johnny helped with the zipper. His tongue traced the lovely vine from her right breast as it wound its way down across her sweet belly into the V of her open zipper. Johnny slid his hands into the jeans and around her hips towards her ass, forcing the jeans to drop away.

Lena stepped out of them lightly. She stood naked in front of Johnny and he saw the vine’s roots were buried deep within Lena’s thick black bush.

“Kneel down.” Lena said softly as she spread her legs slightly. Johnny dropped to the floor and breathed in the scent of her pussy. God, he loved that smell. It sent shivers through him and set off all his bells and whistles. He nuzzled her pubis with his face, teasing her. Smelling her. His thumbs massaged her outer lips pulling them apart as his tongue darted in. Tasting her. Lena moaned and wound her hips against his face. Her vagina was wet and swollen and aching for him to touch her. Johnny spread her pussy open as wide as he could and looked at her sweet pink vulva ending in a V at the front with the pearl of her clit at it’s head. He covered her pink with a hungry mouth and used the flat of his tongue to lick her like a cat from the back to the front. Tasting her. He pushed his tongue in and out of her hole as deeply as he could. Fucking her with it.

Lena decided she better sit down.

She moved around so that she was sitting on the cushioned table. She leaned back and propped her feet up. He sat on the stool in front of her and watched as she spread her legs wide open, totally exposing herself to him. While she repositioned herself Johnny stood up and took off his pants finally freeing his aching erection. Lena reached down between her legs and grabbed hold of his cock and pulled him to her. She rubbed the head of his cock against her wet cunt. Her eagerness thrilled him. He felt the urge to push into her but he resisted. He knew she wanted it too, but he wanted more.

He wanted to make her come with his mouth. He sat on the stool in front of Lena and let his tongue find her clit. He circled the pearl and sucked it into his mouth as Lena moaned in appreciation. He could feel her heat rise as she responded to his tongue and this excited him even more. He wanted to please her. He wanted to make her shiver. He slid first one finger into her, then another. His fingers became coated with her wetness as he licked and sucked her clit. He curved his fingers up into her vagina, finding that pleasure spot and massaged her, pressing up into her as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Lena responded immediately in an explosion of ecstasy. Her vagina gripped Johnny’s fingers and wet his mouth as her orgasm crested and washed over her body.

Johnny stood between Lena’s legs and gripped her bottom hard. He thrust the full length of his hard on into her. He could not believe how wet and tight she was. He felt his cock sliding inside, her muscles pulling at his sensitive skin, squeezing him. Lena grabbed hold of his face and pulled him to her to kiss his mouth deeply as he pushed into her over and over.

He heard Lena whisper “Mmmmm… I can taste me on your tongue. Fuck me Johnny.… harder.” He moaned into her mouth as she sucked his tongue and his motion became more urgent. His mind went blank and all sensation was in his cock. He could feel the come rising to the top and he knew there was no stopping it.

“I’m... gonna... come…” He thrust into her harder and faster with each word.
“Oh god…………” Johnny groaned. He grabbed Lena’s hips and buried his cock as deeply as he could as he exploded inside her, his climax thundering through out his body.

Johnny leaned against Lena, panting in her arms and resting his head on her bosom. He traced the vine tattoo lightly with his finger. She laughed low and sexy and ran her hand through his soft hair. Johnny lifted his head to see her smile. He knew he had pleased her. He could see it in her face, feel it in her body. For the moment, he was content.

EPOLOG

Johnny sat on set in his chair waiting for his turn in front of the camera. This was the worst part, the waiting part. He set his book down and turned up the music coming from his ipod keeping him in character. The pirate again. He glanced down at his right arm and fingered the lines of his sparrow tattoo. He wondered if anyone would notice that the bird was reversed. His mind wandered without his permission. A slow smile crept across his face and a light came to his dark eyes. He dug out his cell phone and punched in the familiar phone number that he dared not keep on speed dial.

“Golden Moon Tattoos, this is Lena, can I help you?”
“Hey there, it’s me.”
“Heyyyyyy, Johnny.” Lena’s smile radiated through the phone.
“Hey to you too.” He smiled quietly to himself.
“I’m gonna be in town next week. We’re taking a hiatus. I’m kinda thinking about getting another tattoo……..”

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