Johnny Depp Imagines

Cut

"I'm going to cut my hair." You state suddenly, trying to put it up in a ponytail. "It's too long anyway."

He walks over to you and pulls your hair down again. 'Hey!' you exclaim but he only smirks and runs his fingers through your locks.

"I love your hair. I love how it always has a scent of fresh fruits. I love how soft it is and the way it falls over my face every time you kiss me. And besides if you cut it how am I going to do this?" He asks and buries his hands in your hair smirking when you let out a quiet moan.

"If you cut it how am I going to do that?" He moves your hair from your neck and presses his lips against your skin.

You smirk and turn around locking his lips with yours.

"Alright, fine. But I have one condition. If I'm not going to cut my hair, then you are not going to cut yours too." You say smiling with a rebel flame in your eyes.

He contemplated it for a few moments before he nodded.

"Fine. It's a deal."

And he presses his lips against yours. He doesn't likehis hair long, but he was willing to pay that price if it would guarantee him youwouldn't cut yours.