Stomping Ground - River Ward x Fem! V Reader
tags: NSFW, MDNI, established relationship River Ward, Johnny Silverhand: Resident Cockblockâą, non-canon background of River/Panam/Joss/Saul, pregnancy talk, br33ding kink/mention/actions, in heat mention/action, cumplay, mating press, wrap it before you tap it psa, double orgasm, doggy style, cervix mention, pillow talk, creampie
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synopsis: Panam tells you something about boyfriend River you're sure you'd never noticed before.
a/n: y'all ever watch reservation dogs? i got this idea from that because the man mentioned with that line looked like riv...also, absolutely feral feminine urge to climb through my television to sex this man
There was a clear and definitive space you carved out for River in your life. It wasn't necessarily prominent at first, but you realized it slowly over time.
Not that the man didn't want to meet your "friends", moreso accomplices, and your handler; he definitely did, but knowing River's do good bleeding heart, you knew he'd try to get you out of it as soon as possible.
However, you began to notice the lines starting to blur a bit more. River started picking you up at your apartment to take you back to his place (even though you'd practically moved into the trailer with him).
Judy and Rogue were starting to mention your time spent outside of Night City, how the ever beating sun in the desert was doing wonders for your sickly complexion.
Obviously, Johnny wasn't any different. The individualist that was not on the River Hype Train.
"He's still a bootlicker, V. You're sleeping with a corrupt puppy."
His bitching and moaning was relatively drowned out, though, by someone who shared similar stomping ground with River.
Panam.
It wasn't often you hung out with her, she usually only called to ask for something, but when you two were together, she was the most herself about your relationship.
That saying that Panam was her normal cool demeanor version of gushy about you being infatuated with the ex-cop.
You'd asked her if she knew him, and she repeated the stomping ground. There was once a time, she mentioned, that her and Joss could see each other on opposite sides of the fence.
She never dwelled on it, only mentioned that little River had the longest braids. That she'd sit on a hill and admire how his sister brushed his hair back with her fingers and braided it almost all day.
Panam scoffed by the fire then, taking a swig of her tequila then offered you the bottle. She leaned over to nudge your shoulder, still staring at the bright orange flames dancing before you two.
"All I know is that Saul used to say boys of the Pomo tribe," Panam hiccuped halfway through her sentence. "can impregnate you with a single gaze."
You practically wasted the alcohol you swigged, the clear liquid dribbling from your mouth at Panam's statement. Of course, it was meant as a warning to young Panam and probably a lot of young Aldecado girls.
But it was funny and vulgar to imagine that sentiment still standing true. And that sent a shock straight to your core.
Because you hadn't seen that gaze of River's yet.
Or maybe you'd been ignoring it.
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You woke up the next morning after driving through the desert back to River's. Climbing into bed with him the night before, Panam's stories about him weighed in your heart.
Reaching an arm out to pull River close, you realized he'd already gotten up. You sat up, tossing the bedsheet away and kneeled on the bed to stretch.
River had offered yet another one of his shirts to you, this one a Night City Police Academy heather grey. The sides were cut off, hardly holding your breasts back and revealing your bare ribs.
"Good morning beautiful," River chimed, brunting his door open by his hip with two cups of coffee in hand.
You sat down heavily, the bedsheets puffing around your ass before settling. "Good morning yourself."
You reached out for the coffee cup River offered you, taking in his standard pajama attire. With an approving hum, you brought the coffee cup to your lips and sipped.
"You read my mind," you praised, shutting your eyes to revel in the warm liquid traveling down inside.
River spared a breath from his nose, doing the same as you straightened up again. You took another quick sip then set it on the windowsill, turning to River.
And there it was.
That had to be it.
Because your chest tightened in the same way you knew something good was about to happen. And your body was certainly open to it.
"Hard pass!" Johnny screeched in, crossing his arms before your face like a no-bone referee. "Not while I'm around!"
Your loving gaze to River was directed as frustration to Johnny S. Cricket. "Shut up, I'm steering this one."
"Babies and Johnny don't freakin' mix, V!"
You grit your teeth and muttered from the corner of your mouth. "Panam didn't mean it literally. Take the backseat."
Johnny buzzed around the room in soft glitches. "Oh hell no! You think I'm gonna let you play house when we had a deal? I'm not sitting by while you piss away our chances, V, for a freakin' meter maid!"
Your sultry smile turned sickened, actively reaching up your neck to yank Johnny's relic out and deal with consequences later. "Last chance, Johnny. Otherwise, I'll reset us both."
Johnny blew a harsh raspberry at you, zipping to your side to whisper in your ear. "Fine, but don't cry to me when I don't take the reigns to change a goddamn diaper."
Then he shut up and disappeared.
And River's glare was still there. Still baring into and lighting a new type of flame under your skin. Keeping your chest tightening and your breath quickening.
It was a subtle glare, one that you were sure he'd given to the back of your head before. One eyebrow barely cocked, his molten brown eye softened a single degree. And maybe it was something about him always looking so hardened, but this look was softer by an nth.
His lips were absolutely kissable, curved into a smirk. And how could this single glare make you want him so badly?
And how long could he keep this single glare up? Because there was work to be done.
You felt yourself turning into a bitch in heat by that glare, sitting up straighter and angling your body at him. Knees inched apart minutely, but enough for River to notice.
His interest piqued with a minute tilt of his chin; he blindly reached to his side and set his coffee cup on his nightstand.
You kept his gaze, feeling every breath tearing through your burning chest. And you needed to be naked.
River's glare willed it to be. His hands found his waist and shared a staggering breath out, his cock slowly rising to attention behind his pajamas.
You reached for the hem of his shirt, your arms crossing over your head to reveal the presence of your mostly naked body. His tongue tempted out, his eyes never leaving yours though you knew he'd raked your body in admiration.
You copied his motion, licking at your lips as your breathing raced to soft pants.
River gulped, breaking contact from you first to force his bedroom door closed. He locked it, holding his hands to the plywood while he bowed his head in effort to stay level.
His massive shoulders shuddered, his back rippling in war with himself. Still, he turned around to you, hooking you onto his glare again.
And it was as if the spell was never broken. Your nipples hardened to the cool of the room, to River's silent will.
"Show me your pussy, baby," he gruffed, his voice a new bass of desire.
When you'd normally flinch, you were obedient to River's order. Your breath hitched, spreading your knees further and peeling your panties to the side.
River's eyes never left yours, but braced his knee onto the bed. He peeled down at a hip of his pajamas, freeing his leaking cock to meet you.
Another chill wracked your body, your cunt pulsing at the thought of his length stretching you. Every thought of River impregnating you made you dizzy in eager want.
He swiped at the tip of his cock, gathering his precum before reaching out to stroke your pussy. His eyes kept yours, watching as you slowly crumbled in his touch.
When he was satisfied, River flossed the front of your panties against your clit, earning a whimper from behind your lips.
He leaned in, nudging his nose against yours with a heavy breath against your lips. Your chin tilted in his direction, tempted to kiss him, but his hands tearing your panties in half halted you.
River's hands grabbed at the backs of your knees, pulling your legs over his thighs as he readied his cock before your aired sex.
Your heels planted on the bed, hips angling ready to take him. Your breathing faltered, your chest rising and falling in cascades.
River grinned deviantly before your lips, reaching to shrug his pants further. His hands resumed behind your knees, instantly folding you down on the bed.
Your knees met your breasts, leaving your ass to be caressed by his thobbing length. Your eyes cut to River's cockhead rubbing between your wet lips, prodding against your thrumming clit.
Turning to River again, his gaze was unmatched. The silent will for you to beg for him. Your bottom lip twitched, a soft moan leaving you.
He took your sound personally, feeling it fuel the burning and gnawing within him. River pulled his cock back and forward again, earning a few more noises before angling his hips to catch at your entrance.
Then he was sinking into you. And you cried out at the instant relief. His cock drove into you, molding your walls around him.
You edged up to gain more of River faster, his body folding over yours breaking a sweat.
"River," you mewled, feeling his hips lay flush to your pussy.
Your hands went for his face, your legs folding and your foot twitching at the middle of River's thick back.
He barely let you settle, raising up with his calves to start a skin-slapping, heavy pace. The noises that he rang out of you carried through the room, no doubt disturbing the peace of the house.
River gripped a bit tighter at your knees, slowing his pace to catch his breath. His balls rested against the apple of your ass, hitting right at your deepest spot.
You simpered, taking heaping breaths to steady your heat. Your pussy convulsed helplessly, unable to stabilize your heightened sensitivities.
River ignored giving you any external stimulation, only kept your eyes on his. He angled further, fucking into you steadier with slower strokes while you whimpered and pleaded softly for River to make you cum.
River huffed down at you, his breaths a melodic chant to keep him stable. Your face scrunched at the gaining fire from your pussy to your stomach before you blindly gripped at River's hip and halted him for you to throb around him.
You came hard on him, squeezing his cock heartily in your soft, hot walls. River's name was on your lips, drooling out your praise while you wetted his hips and balls.
"I-I'm not done with you yet," River panted, dropping your legs after pulling out.
He gripped your hip to roll you onto your stomach, pulled you onto your knees with your ass on display before him.
River sank his cock back into you, earning a keen mew. You spread your knees further, regaining your energy while still spasming on his cock.
You purred out a 'baby' for River's ego; he folded over you, let you run your hand along the back of his shaved head.
His cock speared harsher into you, halting his hips tighter with each pump. Even without saying anything about it, you knew what he was doing.
River's tip abused at your cervix, earning a few squeaks from you until he circled his arm around your waist and pressed at your stomach.
A new flush of arousal gained with his internal friction, pressing onto you as his other hand played at your nipples.
You arched into River, melting into his touch as his lips peppered and sucked at your neck. Your hips backed up into River, whimpering softly with each thrust until you were quaking.
Your knees slowly gave way, your body heating to give way to another orgasm. This one brought River along with you.
He gasped into your neck, held you obsessively close and hilted his cockhead directly against your cervix. You felt your pussy drown in River's essence, warming every fiber of your being.
"I want your baby," you simmered, turning to kiss River's temple, his cheek, his lips.
His cock continued to twitch, emptying everything he had into you. He growled, nipped at your ear.
"You don't know how badly I'd want you to," River whispered, taking your skin in with a soft suck.
He tenderly marked your neck, ran his lips to your shoulder as he canted his hips softly into you.
"I so badly," he thrusted into you with each syllable. "want that."
You rode every thrust into the mattress, gripping the sheets and the back of River's neck. He moaned into your neck, baring his teeth to bite as he hugged you.
Time froze in that instance, the two of you holding on as River's essence gushed around his cock and out of you.
When he was finished, River slowly pulled out, trailing kisses along your back, between your shoulders and down to your hips.
He rocked your hips in his hold, tracing his nose along your skin before resting on his back next to you.
"Come here," he crooned, his voice so soft and welcoming.
His arm braced behind his head, leaving his side open. You nuzzled into his side, glancing up as he tucked his chin down to look at you.
And that look was still plastered on his face. You couldn't help but giggle then, feeling River's hand trace along your spine.
"What's so funny?" River asked, turning his lips to kiss your forehead.
"Panam told me about you, when you were younger," you began, grabbing hold of River's hand to thread your fingers through.
River's brows raised before chuckling. "What'd she say?"
You tilted your head up to look at River. "That you used to have the longest hair that Joss would braid."
He smiled, kissed your forehead.
"I did, down the middle of my back through my teens."
You rested your cheek on his shoulder. "I wish I could have seen it."
River hummed. "What else?"
You couldn't hide your smile then. "That Saul used to warn all the Aldecado girls about you."
River's smile grew with a scoff. "You're bullshitting me."
"No, I'm serious," you giggled, sitting up to look River in the eye. "Said Pomo boys can impregnate you with a single gaze."
River reddened from his neck to his cheeks, his ears bitten crimson. Your grin was contagious, he couldn't help but match it.
You climbed onto River's lap, bracing your hands to his stomach. "And I almost didn't believe it, but you're doing it again."
River laughed harder then, holding your hips as he did so. "If I was doing it, and I'm not saying I am, what're my chances I could do it?"
That's when you blushed, turning away to your shoulder. "I'm not seeing you couldn't, you're on the right track so far."
River's hands roamed up your sides, then around to fold you against him. "I can keep trying, if you want."
You rested on your chin, staring at River as that gaze came back again. "I don't want you to ever stop."
River traced his hands in parallel lines down your back, circling your shoulders. "Good, because I want at least three."
You smiled against him, ignoring the Johnny alarm bell that you probably had limited time. You wanted to live in this little reality you two curated for a while longer.
"And we can all live on my stomping grounds," River soothed, tilting his head down to rest on yours. "With our own little slice of life."
