Warning(s) : dom bottom / sub top, leashes and collars, some pet play
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A bag gets dropped in your lap before Kerry plants his pretty ass right next to you. You glance at the bag and then to him, quirking an eyebrow until he huffs and rolls his eyes.
"Open it."
You peer into the bag only to see a black box. When you pull it out, it feels fairly weighty and you can hear something clink when you give it a little shake. You look at Kerry again, and he just grins and nods at the box.
You feel heat rush to your face as soon as you see what's inside. Kerry chuckles and rests his chin on your shoulder to look at the.. gift with you. You pull it out.
A well made, and admittedly very pretty, black collar sits in your hands, a matching leash still curled in the box. It's made of leather; actual real leather, so it'd definitely been expensive. A circular tag hangs from the front with Property of Eurodyne stamped on it.
"Well?" Kerry's voice rings in your ear, a low rumble that sends heat down to your tummy. He nips at your earlobe and your breath hitches.
"It's nice," you finally manage to get out. You let out a nervous chuckle. "What's the occasion?"
Kerry hums, taking the collar from your hands to unclasp it. He shoves the bag off your lap and plants himself in its place. Your hands move to rest on his thighs on instinct.
"Nothin' special," he finally says as he loops the leather around your neck. It's cool against your skin, and you're hyper aware of Kerry's fingers as they brush against your skin. "Just saw it and thought you'd like it."
He's lying. It's custom made. You can tell 'cause it's made of the same leather his belts are. The idea that he'd sent one of his belts to get this made crosses your mind. You don't call him on it, though.
Kerry tightens the collar, pushes two fingers between it and your neck to make sure it wasn't too tight. Then he hooks those fingers in the metal where the tag hangs from and gives you a little shake. "I want you to wear this all day."
"Really?" You try to ignore the way your voice cracks as you speak, but Kerry's chuckle makes it hard. You feel your cheeks flush. You had a handful of gigs that needed done, and the idea of wearing the collar where anyone and everyone could see it makes you hot under the.. well the collar.
"Mhm." Kerry hums. He leans forward and kisses you, slow and deep. He licks into your mouth and makes you shiver. "Want everyone to know what a good dog you are," he purrs against your lips.
Your hips jerk up on their own accord. Kerry laughs at you again, gives you one last kiss before extricating himself from your lap. He gives you a condescending pat on your cheek before heading upstairs.
You did keep it on all day. Even when the skin under the thing got all sweaty and hot, it stayed on. It clinked quietly everytime you took a step, which meant any stealth gigs you had lined up couldn't be done. Thankfully, this was Night City, so not many people gave you weird looks.
When you get back to Kerry's villa that night, he's waiting for you. Leaned up against the piano right inside the door, he's got the leash in his hands. He says nothing as you walk in and looks pointedly to the floor in front of his feet.
You take the silent command, walking over to him before kneeling in front of him, hands folded in your lap as you look up at him. Kerry smiles warmly at you, pets a hand over your hair. "Good boy."
You're barely able to hold back a groan at the praise. You certainly can't stop your cock from twitching trapped in your pants. He keeps one hand on your head while he hooks the leash to your collar. It feels heavier than you thought it would. The leather leash drags the collar down to the base of your neck when Kerry grabs the end of it, letting the rest hang between the two of you.
He leans back against the piano to look down at you again. There's a sort of aroused embarrassment you feel under his gaze, those pretty blue eyes roaming hungrily over your body. Your dick is rapidly stiffening in your pants, and it isn't long before his eyes lock on the bulge.
Kerry wraps the end of the leash around his hand once and gives it a sharp tug. It makes you gasp as you're pulled a fraction forward. Your nose is dangerously close to his crotch, and his scent fills your nostrils. He still smells like his cologne, though it's worn off somewhat, allowing his natural musk to bleed out. It's addicting. You want nothing more than to bury your face in his crotch and rub yourself all over him.
"You remember the rules?" Kerry's voice, harsh and commanding brings your attention back to him.
No speaking unless spoken to, no touching unless told to, proper titling when you do speak. Any straying results in punishment. Last time you'd touched him before you were allowed, you'd been made to wear a cock ring for a week.
You blink up at him. "Yes sir."
He smirks and runs his hand through your hair again. "Attaboy." That hand moves to his sweats next, undoing the neat little bow that was keeping them around his waist so he could push them to his thighs.
His cock, already half-hard, nearly catches your nose as it springs free. It leaves a smear of pre across your cheek that you fight the urge to lick up. He doesn't give you his cock, though.
Kerry turns around, leans his upper half partway over the piano and reaches back to spread his ass. His hole winks at you, practically begging for your tongue. Your leash gets tugged, and this time you do end up with your nose against his pretty ass.
"Mouth," Kerry demands, moaning when you lick over him immediately. He holds himself open for you so you can lick and prod at his hole with your tongue. You get the gratifying feeling of him pushing back against your face, and it doesn't take all that long for him to demand your fingers next.
You pull back a little so you can work your index into him. He takes the finger easily. As you finger him, you lick around his rim, feel him gradually relax above you. His moans have quieted, muffled a bit like he's biting his lip.
Only after you work a second and third finger into him does he permit you to get your dick out. You think it's the fastest you've ever gotten your pants open. Your dick is painfully hard, throbbing in time with your heartbeat. Kerry's looking at you through the gap of his arm and body, the eye you can see half lidded. He looks down at your cock, at the rope of pre dripping down it.
He tugs on your leash again, laughing when it makes your dick twitch. "Up, pup."
Your knees crack as you stand, your legs trembling from having knelt for so long. Your hands hover over his hips for a second before a nod from him allows you to close in on him. Your chest presses against his back, your cock nestled between his ass cheeks.
"Just the tip," Kerry tells you. You nod, just barely holding back the whine of disappointment trying to escape you.
You bite your lip as you grab your dick, pressing against his hole before pushing in. The tip pops past his rim, making him groan pleasantly. You stop there as told, pressing your forehead to the knob of his spine. Your breaths are already coming out as harsh pants, and you know Kerry can feel the warmth of them through his tank top.
Kerry does the work for you, moving back and forth between you and the piano, working a little more of your dick into him with every movement. He feels so fucking good. It takes everything in you to keep still. You want nothing more than to fuck into Kerry, make him feel good the way you knew to.
You're clutching his hips so tight, tight enough to blanch, tight enough to bruise. Kerry doesn't chastise you. He just keeps moving, keeps rocking back and forth until his ass is pressed flush to your hips. Then he tugs on the leash again to grab your attention. "Slow."
Heading the command, you draw out halfway before easing back into him. It's no where near the pace Kerry normally likes and you have a feeling that it was on purpose. As you roll your hips, Kerry's hips flex, meeting each of your thrusts and making them a little harder.
Your head moves, lips ghosting over the back of Kerry's shoulder. It gets you a hard tug on your lease, a warning in of itself even without the growl that escapes Kerry's throat. The whimper that leaves you seems enough to satiate him, 'cause he doesn't make you stop. He just tells you not to bite.
You mouth sloppily at his skin wherever your mouth can reach, your hips stuttering in their slow pace. When Kerry widens his stance, a bolt of excitement shoots through you. He looks at you over his shoulder and lets go of the leash.
He grins at you, planting both his hands on the piano before nodding. "Go," he permits.
And go, you do. Your hands clutch harder at Kerry's hips as you pull out till your tip pulls as his rim, before slamming into him hard and fast. His moan echoes in the open area, filling your ears and making your dick twitch inside of him. Free to set your own pace, you don't give him time to breathe.
Your breaths come out harsh, quick as you fuck into him. Kerry barely seems able to get a decent breath in between his moans, but he doesn't stop you. In fact, he shoves his hips back every time you withdraw your hips, encouraging the pace. "That's it, pup. Good boy," Kerry gets out between moans and staccato-ing breaths. "Fuck me good."
His praise makes you fuck him harder, faster, pathetic whimpers working their way from your throat every time you bottom out. You scrape your teeth over the skin of his collarbone, waiting for him to nod before biting down. It'd be the one mark you were allowed tonight. You make it dark, sucking at his skin until you're sure it'll stick.
Your mouth moves to his neck, planting wet kisses up and down it as your hips start to stutter again, this time 'cause you were close. You reach around to grab his dick, jerking him off erratically. Kerry groans in your ear, his hips jerking between yours and your hand, unable to decide which contact he wants more.
He doesn't have to choose for long, though. "Close.." you mutter in his ear, your voice quiet.
Kerry hums an acknowledgement, the sound jumping in his throat as you thrust into him again. You slam into him only a handful of times after that before pressing flush against him, pushing yourself as deep as you can as you cock pulses and you spill inside him.
You continue to jerk Kerry off as you ride your high, and it isn't long before his hole tightens around your softening dick and he comes over your hand with a moan. For a minute or so, you both just stand there, breathing hard while your dicks soften. You nuzzle against Kerry's shoulder, pressing more kisses over his skin until he shrugs the contact off.
Taking the hint, you pull out. Kerry turns around and, while you tuck your dick back in your pants, he unclips the leash. His hands move behind your head, reaching for the clasp of he collar, before you bat his hands away. His eyebrows shoot up, and you fight the flush rising to your cheeks as you tell him, "I like it. Wanna keep it on."
Chuckling, Kerry pulls you into a kiss that you melt into. "Alright, pup. Whatever you want."
Warning(s) : kneeling, feminization/sissification, lingerie, crying, breeding kink, dom top reader, sub bottom v :-)
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V was on his knees between your spread legs, your hand gripping his chin to keep him still. He kinda regretted taking the bet now that he was here, letting you apply cherry red lipstick on him. He's not naked, but with the lingerie you've got him in, he may as well be.
He's got bubblegum pink stockings on, with matching panties and a tiny ass little skirt that was really just ruffles 'cause it did nothing to cover his ass or the bulge in his panties. The bra he was wearing barely even fit, stretching tight over his chest.
He's brought back to the present as you pull the lipstick away, still holding him by the chin so you can turn his face this way and that, admiring your own work. You seem happy with your work, smiling to yourself before nodding and letting him go. "There. My girlfriend's looking pretty."
Your words send a shiver down V's spine. He feels his cheeks flush, feels his dick twitch where the silky fabric keeps him contained.
You grab V by the back of his head to pull him closer to you. He's shuffles closer, till his nose was pressed to the bulge in your pants. He could tell you were half hard already and was eager to get you in his mouth.
As if reading his mind, you grin with just a little too much teeth. "You want it? Get it out for me, sweetheart."
V does so, deft hands working your pants open so he could pull your cock out. He gives it a few pumps from tip to base just to feel you harden against his palm before pressing a kiss to the tip.
When he pulls back, he can see the red tint left behind by his lipstick. Of course you'd get the cheap shit. The eyeliner you'd applied before would probably be running down his face by the end of the night. Fuck, he was gonna be a mess.
But he realizes he really doesn't care. You'll clean him up afterwards. You always do. So, he pushes those thoughts to the back of his head and gets himself into the scene.
He presses another kiss to the head of your cock before letting it slip into his mouth. He relishes the groan you let out as your head falls back. Your hips flex, pushing your cock deeper into his mouth. V moans around you, the vibrations causing your breath to hitch.
"That's a good girl," you breathe above him, guiding his head to start bobbing. He lets you set the pace, keeping one hand wrapped around the base of your cock to keep it steady as he sucks you off.
He doesn't at all try to be quiet, moaning around you every time the tip of your cock teases the back of his throat. And then your cock was in his throat, your hand keeping him stuck in place as you pull him further and further down your cock.
The hand not on his head slips down to the front of his neck, feeling out where it bulges from your length. V feels himself drooling dumbly and his eyes start to flutter when his nose gets buried in your pubes.
His throat convulses around you as he fights his gag reflex. Then he can't breathe. He can't breathe and he can't find it to care.
You feel V start to go limp against you, can see his eyes fluttering before shutting completely. You count in your head, knowing V's limits and what he could and couldn't handle. V's enhanced lungs meant he could take a lot more than most people, and you'd gotten it down to a science.
Ninety seconds of that wonderful tightness before you drag V off your cock. He gasps all pretty, lipstick smeared and eyeliner already starting to run. He pants as you hold him in place, your slick cock resting against his reddened lips.
"My girl's got a nice mouth on her," you praise. It gets V to crack open his eyes; pretty and wet, he looks up at you without a thought behind them. You chuckle at the sight. "My pretty girl."
V's cheeks flush darker and he leans forward to press a wet kiss to your cock again. You pet his head, smiling to yourself when he subconsciously leans into it.
He jerks back to the present when you pat your thigh. "Come up here."
V's legs wobble as he stands, the imprint of the rug he was kneeling on stuck in his knees. But it doesn't seem to bother him, as he quickly makes himself at home on your thigh, his knees pressed on either side so he can straddle it.
His panties aren't able to contain his dick anymore, the tip peeking above the waistband, already damp with pre.
"Look how wet you are," you muse, rubbing your thumb over his tip to collect the moisture there. V gapes a little as you bring your thumb to your mouth, licking it clean. His hips jerk helplessly against your thigh, the moan that leaves him pitched. You wanted more.
You grab V by the hips and encourage him to start grinding on your thigh. He doesn't hesitate to go with it, rolling his hips while one hand braces on your shoulder. The other you guide to your cock, and V wraps his hand around it, pumps you with no real rhythm but you didn't give a shit right then.
You were focused on the pitched, almost girlish moans tumbling from V's lips. He'd only agreed to do this cause he'd lost that stupid bet, but you had an inkling he'd be asking for more after this if his performance was anything to go by.
His forehead knocks against yours, pulling you from your thoughts just in time for V to kiss you. You cup his face as you lick into his mouth, nip at his lip to hear him gasp. He presses closer to you, the hand on your shoulder moving to the side of your neck so he can try to deepen the kiss.
You kiss until you're out of breath and V dips his head to mouth at your neck, biting and sucking as his hips start to lose their rhythm.
"Gonna make a mess?" You ask him, guiding his face back up to look at you. He nods, bottom lip trembling. His lipstick is smeared even more now, and you'd bet real money that there's residue around your mouth. You bounce your leg, moving V with it and he yelps, hips jerking forward as his cock pulses and he paints his tummy.
Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and a vague disappointment settles in the back of your mind. You'd wanted to make him hold it. Oh well, you think. You weren't gonna ruin V's orgasm just 'cause it didn't go the way you wanted it to.
V looks blissed as his hips continue to rock, milking a couple more weak strands that just slide right back down his tummy, darkening the fabric of his panties as they hit it. The hand on your cock had stopped moving whole V rode his high, but you didn't let him start again once he settled back down.
You batted his hand away and had him get in your lap properly, though facing away from you this time. Not bothering to remove his panties, you simply move the fabric covering his ass to the side. V's hole was still kind of shiny with lube from when you'd prepped him earlier, but you still grabbed the bottle to reapply.
V shivers in your lap as you smear the cold liquid around his hole. Three of your fingers press into him fairly easily, so you don't waste much time pulling them back out and dropping V onto your cock.
You bottom out without giving V any reprieve, and you're rewarded with a shout that's sure to get you a noise complaint. He squirms in your lap as you gather his legs into the crook of one arm and plant your feet firm against the ground.
V curses as you slam up into him, throwing his head back against your shoulder as you set an almost brutal pace. His moans are louder now, your name and faster getting thrown in with every other one. He clenches tight around your cock.
"God, what a tight fucking cunt," you growl against his shoulder. You can see V nod out of the corner of your eye, those streaks of eyeliner from earlier getting longer and darker. You nose at his cheek and feel the wetness; you laugh a little meanly. "Aw, is my babygirl crying? Too much for her?"
V shakes his head, but hiccups out a sob with his next moan. It doesn't spur you into being any more kinder to him. You bite into his shoulder, muffling your own moans as you fuck up into V. "Gonna fill you up," you groan. "Put a baby in you. You want that?"
"Yeah," V gasps immediately, no hesitation whatsoever. His voice is a whine as he begs. "Want it so fuckin' bad. Give it t'me."
And who would you be to deny him? You pull him flush against your hips, your thrusts becoming shallower and quicker before you slam into him one last time. Your cock throbs and pulses as you pump everything you've got into him. V shudders and pants against you, his body slowly going limp in your lap.
When you glance at him, his eyes are closed and his breathing has steadied. You think he's fallen asleep, so you try to maneuver him as slowly as you can so he could rest easier. Halfway through turning him around to face you, your cock slips free, and V starts grumbling and squirming again. He turns the rest of the way and shoves you down against the couch before laying down on top of you.
"You don't wanna clean up?" You ask him, running a hand up and down the length of V's back. You take a second to unclasp the bra he was wearing, and V's kind enough to lift up enough so you can get it off of him. You toss it across the room without a care of where it lands.
"Not right now," V mumbles, tucking his head under your chin with a quiet huff. "Jus' hold me."
Pairing : Pre-canon Kerry Eurodyne x M!Reader
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Warning(s) : Exhibitionism, reader is a little dense, spit as lube + no actual prep
Word Count : 1496
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Kerry seemed to take pride in walking around naked. Your place, his place, backstage dressing rooms where anyone could walk in. No where was safe from getting an eyeful of Kerry's, admitting very pretty, cock.
And you saw him like that a lot. You hung out with the rocker often enough. Fuck, you've known him since before he dropped out of school. He'd been like this back then, too.
Kerry had been crashing at your place for the last two weeks. His last input (or ex-input now) had given him to boot, and he and Johnny weren't on the best terms right now. He'd made a show of showing up while it was pouring, looking all the wet puppy he probably felt like begging to borrow your couch. Not that you were ever going to say no to him, but you know he doesn't have the best track record with the people he tries to live with.
So, he'd started crashing on your couch, but he'd moved to your bed not long after. Something about the couch killing his back. It was nice having another body in your bed. Kerry was warm and normally smelled really good, even if he had an undertone of cigarette smoke or alcohol.
All this to say you've seen Kerry's cock more in these last two weeks than you think you've seen it in the last year.
It looked almost the same as it usually did, though you've noticed he stopped shaving his pubes a little while ago. The hair dusting just above the base of his dick looks really good. You've the urge to bury your nose in the coarse hairs there every time Kerry waltzes out of the bathroom, no towel and dripping wet across your floor.
Hell, half the time you go to sleep after him, he's butt ass naked in your bed. You have to wake him to get him to at least put some underwear on. Kerry always grumbles, mumbling about how he thought you thought he was pretty and how it was soooo mean of you to wake him up.
It never discourages Kerry, though. He seems perfectly content to prance around your house naked. At least he covers up when you've company over. It seems he does have some decency.
On the fifteenth or maybe sixteenth day, Kerry surprises you.
You'd been having a lazy day, lounging on your couch and watching shitty reality TV while Kerry was supposedly at band practice. So you don't at all expect to see him out of the corner of your eye, naked and damp and half hard.
You feel your face heat up as you jump, startled by his sudden appearance. You laugh kinda nervously as he approaches you. "Fuck, Ker, you scared the shit out of—"
Before you can even finish your sentence, Kerry's planted himself in your lap. His arms drape over your shoulders and he leans in so close to your face, you can make out each and every one of his freckles.
His brows are furrowed like he's mad at you, but you know if that were to be true, he definitely wouldn't be sitting in your lap like this. "Are you dense or what?" He finally asks.
Your eyebrows shoot up and you let out another nervous laugh as confusion sets in. "What?"
"Why aren't you all over me?" He grumbles, the furrow in his brows turning into a cuter pout.
"Am I supposed to be?" You ask, finally bringing your hands to rest on his hips.
Kerry bristles at your response. "I've been walking around naked! Of course you're supposed to be." He knocks his forehead hard against yours before rolling his hips. The action brings your attention to his cock as it brushes against your shirt, and it was definitely harder than it had been before.
"I thought you were just lazy and didn't wanna get dressed," you tell him. Looking back now, maybe you were dense. You'd only ever seen Kerry do what he did with you with Johnny, and you knew about all his hang-ups with him.
"Fuck, you really are dense," Kerry huffs, his annoyance fading to something more teasing. "Do I need to spell it out for you?"
You hum, as if in thought, before nodding. "Yeah, I think you should," you say with a grin. At least that gets Kerry to laugh.
It gets him further leant over you too, his lips just a breath from yours. His voice had taken on that husky tone you normally only ever heard second hand. "I want your cock," he murmurs, his lips just a breath from yours. It makes you shiver, makes your fingers dig just a little harder into his skin. "I'm gonna push you down and take what I want from you."
With that, he closes the short gap to kiss you. His hands move from behind you, darting down to get your pants undone with such fervor, you can't help but groan against him. Kerry takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth as he pulls your cock out. You were hard. Who wouldn't be with a pretty thing like Kerry in their lap? Touching them with such confidence. That would make anyone hard.
True to his word, Kerry does shove you around. He breaks the kiss long enough to force you on your back so he can straddle you. He rises up on his knees, pressing the head of your cock against his hole. He smears a small bead of precum down the length of your cock, as if that would be enough to get you inside of him.
"Ker- Lube—" You try to insist, only to cut yourself off as Kerry spits in his free palm and rubs that over your length as well. He does it again to rub over his hole. And again just for the hell of it. He's wet and you're wet, and it still seems impossible when Kerry starts to sink down onto you.
He takes you so fucking easy, though you suppose he's probably had bigger dicks in the past. It still doesn't make it any less impressive as he sits flush against your hips with nothing but a bit of spit. He seems to like it too, chewing on his lip as he draws circles with his hips.
He's tight and warm, maybe not as wet as you normally like it, but the sight above you made it okay. He rolls his hips, and you in turn fuck up into him with enough force that he bounces a little. Kerry seems to get the idea, though, finally starting to ride you.
Kerry rides you hard enough that you know you'll feel it come tomorrow. His hands find purchase on your chest as he fucks himself on your cock, his own dripping pre all over your shirt. It's not long before sweat begins to bead at his forehead and his thighs begin to tremble on either side of yours. But he doesn't stop. If anything, he forces himself to go faster, harder.
Then his cock, looking almost painfully hard, jerks and twitches and spills all over your shirt. His ass clenches hard around you as he comes, and you can't hold yourself back. Pulling his hips flush against yours, you hold him there as you fill him up. The sensations force another weak spurt of cum from Kerry's cock.
He grinds against you until you feel like your balls are empty. When he stills, you think he's going to crawl off you, maybe drag you to your shower for another round, but all he does is sigh happily before collapsing on top of you.
Kerry shoves his head under your chin and makes himself comfy on top of you. He even goes so far as to grab the remote from the coffee table to switch your show to something he liked. You can't be bothered to get upset, too blissed out from your orgasm. You wrap an arm around the rocker to hold him close, scratching over his back with the other one.
"Think we could do this again?" You ask him after an episode or two, with your softened cock still buried inside him.
"We will," Kerry says. He's smiling. You can feel it against your chest. "I want you to blow me in the shower tomorrow."
You can't help but laugh. At least he was straightforward about what he wanted. "Only if you keep prancing around my house naked."
Kerry lifts himself up enough to grin at you. "I would've done that even if you didn't give me your dick."
You pinch his side hard enough to make him jump. He clenches around your cock, too, and you almost flip the two of you over for a second round then and there. "Brat," you huff at him teasingly.
He sticks his tongue out at you before leaning down to kiss you. "You're into it."
Warning(s) : Cock cages, dom/sub, dom shion/sub reader, rough oral sex, transformers lingo used, shion spike
Word count : 950
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The click of the chastity cage brings a finality that makes you tremble. Shion smiles where she's stood above you, pleased with herself as she looks down at you and your nude form. The cage looked basic at first glance; typical shape and color, but etched into the metal on your balls, was Shion's name and the Hashimoto emblem.
"There. Now everyone will know you belong to me," she says, hooking a nail in one of the gaps on the cage. It brushes against your dick, makes you shiver and your breath hitch. Or maybe it was the possession in her voice that did that. Regardless, she seems pleased by your reaction. "And what do you say?"
You swallow, trying to control your breathing as you choke out, "Thank you, ma'am."
Shion uses her free hand to pet you, running her fingers through your hair before fisting it in the strands. She tugs you further upright, pulls you closer until your nose is pressed against the crease of her thigh. "Good boy," she coos condescendingly.
Her touch is cold, as it normally was. It wouldn't be long before the metal of her thigh would warm, leeching off the warmth of your skin. For now, you simply deal with the cold. You'd get your reward soon enough.
As she holds you against her, she presses the toe of her heel to the underside of the cage. Your hips twitch forward on impulse. Where you'd normally get chastised for the involuntary movement, Shion lets you off with nothing more than a disappointed scoff.
Your eye catches the glint of light as Shion moves her free hand down to her opposite thigh. You watch from the corner of your eye as a panel disengages and she flips a small switch. You were intimately familiar with the action, but the sudden shudder as her spike unfolds still surprises you.
Her spike was pretty. It was the same color as the meshing on her neck, with ridges that glowed a faint red. She was big, too. Bigger than you. You loved having her inside you, whether it was your ass or your mouth.
The tip beads a clear lubricant that you can't wait to lick up. But, held in place by the hand in your hair, you're forced to simply watch as Shion wraps a hand around herself and pumps her spike slowly. You can't help the quiet whimper that escapes you as you're denied what you want.
Shion tuts at you, tugging your head away from her plating. She shifts to stroke herself right above your face, her eyes glinting with mirth as you go cross-eyed trying to focus on her spike. Further teasing you, she smears that bead of lubricant across your upper lip, laughing quietly when you visibly struggle not to lick your lips.
"Open," she demands when your eyes start to water and you're visibly tensed.
Immediately, your mouth opens wide. You're rewarded with your quick obedience by the tip of her spike resting on the tip of your tongue. Lubricant leaks over your tongue, steadily increasing in flow until it's impossible to keep from spilling. The cool liquid slips from the corners of your mouth, dripping down onto the floor and your thighs. Shion lets it happen, listens to you start to gag and gurgle as it becomes to much.
She taps her foot against the cage again, surprising you and making you jolt, makes you take her deeper. At that, she pulls you all the way down her spike. Your mouth overflows, some forcing its way out of your nose, but you wrap your lips around her. Her spike has long since warmed, and the weight of it feels good in your mouth.
Shion pulls you halfway off by your hair, before pushing you back down. She does it again and again and again, using your mouth like a fleshlight to get off. Your eyes begin to water again, but it doesn't net you any pity. Even as your tears begin falling, they only seem to spur Shion into being rougher. But you loved it. This was your purpose with her.
When she overloads, her hand switches from being tangled in your hair to simply cupping the back of your head, holding you flush against her body. Her spike gets hot, almost enough to be painful if you weren't used to it.
She holds you there, well past her overload point, simply feeling you swallow the spurts of lubricant her spike provides as you suck her. You can hear her inner fans working overtime to cool her body back down. The sound is soothing, and you close your eyes, just basking in the afterglow of your purpose being fulfilled. Your own cock throbs weakly in its cage, desperately wanting to harden, but hindered by the lack of space.
Shion wouldn't get you off tonight. She probably wouldn't get you off the entire week you were to wear the thing. Punishment for speaking out of turn; something you may or may not have done intentionally just for the punishment.
She lets you get your fill, only pulling you off when your suckling stops. She presses the toe of her shoe against the underside of the cage one more time before waving you off. "Clean yourself up, we're done here."
You nod, rocking back on your heels before standing. You were thankful she decided to simply break into your house so you didn't have to walk very far to get to a bathroom to wash your face. By the time you leave, Shion's gone, though she left a note on your bed with nothing but the date she'd stop by next.
Warning(s) : Bloodplay , wound fingering/fucking, sub-ish johnny
Word Count : 1697
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Johnny's covered in blood when the two of you meet up again. This was probably the worst part about doing gigs with the resurrected rocker. He's already got a cigarette perch between his lips, seemingly unbothered by the shit he's covered in.
When he moves to walk by you now that your target was dead, you grab him by the back of the shirt to pull him back in front of you. Johnny goes with the movement with nothing more than an annoyed huff.
"Most of it isn't mine," he says before you can say anything.
"Most?" You repeat with a aggravated laugh. "Where are you bleeding?"
Johnny rolls his eyes, huffs a little as he flicks the butt of his cigarette at you. "Just a bit on my side. Why do you care?"
"I don't. I just don't want you to get blood in my car."
Warning(s) : light dom/sub, you slap him once, threatening of denying an orgasm
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V's definition of a date was taking you out to the Badlands in one of his suped up nomad vehicles to have a few drinks. He'd gotten this real nice truck from Claire not too long ago, and you know he'd been itching you take you out in it.
He gets his opportunity soon enough.
Windows down and music blaring, V has that boyish smile on him he always gets out here. It was really cute.
The sun was just starting to set by the time V decides to pull over. He's backed up to a cliff with a really nice view of the horizon. Reds and oranges blend prettily with the blue and purple the moon brings in from behind you.
You don't recognize where you are when you get out of the truck. There's no buildings around, you'd been off-roading for a good 30 minutes, so there weren't even roads around. "Where are we?" You ask as he pops the trunk so you can sit.
V hums as he drags the cooler of drinks to the edge. "No idea," he says, grinning at you when you give him a blank look. He chuckles as he continues, "Dakota sent me out here a while ago. Thought the sunset was nice and wanted to show you."
You feel your face warm at that. Leave it to V to make you blush with the cheesy shit well after you started dating. He pats the space next to him and you hop up with him. He cozies up to you immediately, his hair tickling your cheek where he's leaned against you.
He'd been letting it grow out lately. Though you loved the buzz cut he typically sported, this sort of crew cut was cute. He made it work.
You wrap an arm around him and pull him closer to you, burying your nose in his hair as you watch the sun set. He's warm against your side and his hair smells really good. It always did.
The sunset was really nice. You don't get to enjoy them very often anymore; between gigs and V dying, neither of you had time to enjoy the small things.
As it sets, it gets cooler and cooler. You'd brought a jacket, figuring whatever V had for you when he said he was coming to pick you up would take you into the night. V had either not thought that far ahead, or had planned this from the start.
He starts shivering before long, trying to get closer and closer to you. He winds up practically in your lap, his head buried against your neck. One of his arms is tucked in your jacket, the other wrapped around your shoulders. Your own wrap around him to keep him close.
"Warm?" You tease with a grin.
V returns the grin, pressing a chaste kiss to your jaw. "Very."
You haul him a smidge closer. It makes V sigh pleasantly, relaxing in your arms. You pet along his hip just under his shirt, and V returns the favor by rubbing up and down your neck. It's just firm enough that it makes you shiver, a quiet groan catching in your throat.
The sun sets, basking the Badlands in darkness. It's cold enough where you're starting to shiver even with your jacket and V's body heat. You pat his hip and tell him to let you up 'cause it's time to go home, or at least time to get in the truck where it's warm.
V doesn't listen. He shifts to straddle you, wrapping both arms around your shoulders. By instinct, you grab him by the hips to steady him.
"There's other ways to keep warm," he says, grinning before he leans in to brush his lips against yours.
"Brat," you grumble halfheartedly against his lips. You have no intention of pushing him off or anything, though, and V knows that. He kisses you properly, one of his hands sliding down your grope you through your pants.
You sigh against his mouth, and V takes the opportunity to lick into yours. You're content to let V have his way for the time being, so long as he kept touching you. And V was always happy to touch you.
He breaks the kiss to mouth down your neck. You bear your neck for him, and he takes it in stride. Teeth sink into your skin, the sudden pressure causing you to gasp before you can stop it.
V's chuckle vibrates against you, and you slap his thigh in faux annoyance. It just makes V squirm, his hand moving back to your shoulder so he can grind down on you.
You're both hard in your pants, and V is quick to get both your cocks out. He kisses you again as he presses them together, wrapping both hands around you. He jerks you off slowly, rolling his hips with every stroke to rub his dick against yours. You always loved when he did that.
You'd be happy coming like this. And you assumed that's what V's goal was. A nice quickie before you go home and maybe have a little more fun without the cold nipping at bare skin.
As V jerks you both closer to your orgasms, he breaks the kiss to pants against your cheek. Just as your hips jerk, so close to that fucking edge, V pulls his hands away.
"V—" You start to complain, just to get a firm palm to your chest that lays you flat against the truck bed.
Fuck, you forget how strong V is at times. That shove almost knocked the wind out of you. Though you think that was V's plan, 'cause in the moments it takes you to reorientate yourself, V shoves his pants down his thighs. He rubs himself against your cock, smearing pre over his hole.
He already feels a little slicked up. The thought only cements itself when V sits up, lines your dick up with his hole, and starts sinking down. Your chest hitches as you gasp, your fingers digging into his thighs as he goes.
"Fuck, V," you groan. You let your head fall back against the truck bed with a dull thud before chuckling breathlessly. "No prep needed, huh?"
V chuckles back, just as breathless. "Disappointed?"
"As if," you huff, fucking up into him. V moans and lets you pull him the rest of the way down your dick. He's warm around your dick, warmer than he'd been in your arms.
He settles in your lap for a moment, grinding his hips in slow circles. You run your hands up and down his thighs, feeling up the firm muscles. He had killer thighs thanks to all the running and shit he does. One of your favorite places to be was between them.
Hands come to rest on your chest, thumbing over your nipples as he starts riding you slowly. You let him set the pace, pushing yourself up to your elbows to watch him.
Your Kiroshis have long since adjusted to the darkness, so you get the beautiful sight of V blushing a pretty red as he pleasures himself on your dick. One of his hands move from your chest to his dick, though you're quick to bat it away.
V starts to grumble about it before he's cut off with a loud moan as you wrap your own around him. He fucks forward into your fist without thinking. Torn between your dick and your hand, V squirms in your lap. He's chewing on his lip in a bid to keep quiet despite the privacy being in the middle of nowhere offers.
"V."
His eyes snap to your face and you barely hold back a smug smile.
"Let me hear you," you coo at him. His cock twitches in your hand and he grinds down hard against you.
He grins at you, his bottom lip still pulled between his teeth. Your own dick twitches at the display. V doesn't fight you as you roll over, pushing him further up the bed so you can get your knees under you. His legs, still caught in his pants, hang over your shoulder as you lean over him. He's still grinning up at you, like he was getting everything he wanted tonight.
You slap him, and that gets him to moan out loud again. Taking the opportunity with his mouth open, you shove two fingers past his lips. "Bite me and you won't get to come until we get home," you tell him before he has the chance to nip you.
V groans low in his chest. This close, you can see just how blown his pupils are. They're black pools, ringed by a sliver of green. They roll as you start fucking him again, harder now that you're in control.
The sound of skin against skin is just barely heard over V's steadily increasing moans. The sounds he lets out are muffled by your fingers, but you fully believe he'll start biting his lip again if you remove them. Still, you want to hear him, especially as his moan start turning high pitched, and his legs try to pull to his chest. He's close.
You lean forward, stilling balls deep in him. "If I leave your mouth empty, will you be good?"
V nods, his eyes almost pleading as he looks up at you. He knows his orgasm is on the line, and this being his second time on the edge, he doesn't seem willing to lose it.
You retract your fingers and wrap that hand around his cock again, jerking him off in time with your thrusts. V keeps his word, his lips parting with every moan you force out of him. His chest heaves and his fingers dig into your shoulders as he tries to pull you down into a kiss.
You let him, though you only press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. V whines and tries to slot your lips together, but you turn your head away. "Asshole," V manages between moans. He doesn't sound like he means it much.
"Said I wanted to hear you," you tell him, pressing your forehead against his. "I'll kiss you after, 'kay?"
He nods quickly at that. It seems the promise of a little kiss is what encourages V to cross the finish line. It only takes a few more thrusts before V's back arches, his ass tightens hard around you, and he spills over your hand with a moan so pretty. You wish you could've bottled it up, listened to it forever. You follow suite soon after, pressing as deep as you could to fill him up.
V's left panting under you, his legs twitching weakly against your shoulder. You encourage him to roll onto his side after you pull out. He's happy to let you move him as you wish, cleaning him up with a tissue from the truck and pulling his pants back up.
When you pull back to gather all your trash, V pulls you back down over him. "Kiss," he mutters, tired. You'd probably be driving both of you back to his apartment.
You press kiss to his nose, then to each of his cheeks, feeling the way they dimple under your lips as he smiles. When you finally, properly kiss him, he melts. He moans happily against your lips, curling a hand around the back of your neck to keep you close.
You only break the kiss when you need to breathe. V doesn't seem to mind, pressing light kisses against your cheek while you catch your breath. "Thank you," he says. "For coming out here and fucking me."
"We could've fucked in your bed."
"Yeah, but we wouldn't have froze our asses off so where's the fun in that?"
You both share a quiet laugh and another kiss before you finally hop out of the bed to leave. "Your place?" You ask him, already heading for the driver's door.
V hums as if in thought before nodding. "Yeah. You staying?"
Pairing : Kerry Eurodyne x M!Reader
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Warning(s): Dacryphilia, bottom reader, top kerry, obligatory age difference / gap
Word Count : 1829
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Kerry Eurodyne knew how to fuck. A lot of people could even vouch for that. Kerry'd fucked through hundreds, if not thousands of people by the time he was 89. And you were the lucky guy he'd been taking to bed the last few months. He knew the best ways to drive you crazy, to have you crying on his cock by the end of the night.
You'd never been big on bottoming. You did it every once in a while if your input at the time really wanted to, but you rarely found yourself enjoying it as much as you did topping. That changed when you started dating Kerry.
That night he pushed you down on the bed, both of you already naked, you thought he was gonna ride you. He'd done it in the past, ridden you so hard you'd felt thoroughly fucked after, and that was always really fucking fun. But when you'd reached out to grab him, pull him into your lap, he slapped your hands away.
"Not tonight," he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss your confused frown away. "You're gonna like this. Don't you trust me?"
And you definitely trusted Kerry when it came to your pleasure. So, you nodded and laid back while Kerry rummaged through the bedside drawers. There was that feeling of nervousness that you got whenever you didn't know what was happening. You hadn't felt it this bad since the first night you slept with Kerry.
When Kerry sat up again, he was holding a half-empty bottle of lube and a condom. Your eyebrows shoot up at the sight of the condom. You hadn't worn one since you started dating him; he'd never asked you to.
"You want me to wear a condom?" You asks, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to look at him curiously.
Kerry hums and plants his palm against your breastbone to push you back down. "No, I'd kill you if you ever wrapped this up," he says, cupping your dick with his free hand. He's got that playful mirth in his eyes you loved. "Do you want me to wear it?"
It clicks then, what Kerry wanted from you. You feel your face flush as you look away from him, mumbling about how long it's been since you last took anything up your ass. Despite that, your dick had certainly taken interest, twitching weakly against your stomach.
Kerry chuckled sickly sweet at your mumbling, promising that he'd be gentle, prep you nice and good. You told him, no, you didn't want him to wear the condom, and he seemed pleased by the answer.
Kerry does you the favor of warming the lube between his fingers before rubbing them around your hole. You're tense, trying to force yourself to relax to no avail. At least Kerry seems to find it amusing rather than insulting.
He leans over you again, bumping his nose against yours. Your eyes slip shut as his other hand comes up to caress your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold against your cheek, but his palm is comfortingly warm. You find yourself relaxing under the touch, even more as Kerry peppers soft kisses along your cheek.
His thumb brushes against your bottom lip as he presses his index into you. You can't stop the gasp that escapes you at that sensation alone. Kerry uses your gasp to slip his thumb into your mouth.
He presses down on your tongue as you wrap your lips around the digit. He slides his thumb in and out of your mouth at the same pace as the finger in your ass. Like this, it's so easy to melt. Your hips rock against his finger as he teases a second around your hole. With your mouth busy, you can't beg for it.
Kerry doesn't keep you waiting, thankfully. He eases that second finger alongside the first, pressing in deeper. He mirrors that with his thumb, testing out your gag reflex for just a moment.
His fingers feel so good inside you. When Kerry's thumb starts to pull out of your mouth, you chase it. It makes Kerry laugh, which knocks you straight again. Your flush renews tenfold and an embarassed grunt escaped you with the next pump of his fingers.
Your cock leaks liberally all over your tummy, twitching with every pump of Kerry's fingers. They brush against something inside you that makes your back arch and you whine almost helplessly. When had fingering felt so good? Maybe you'd been sleeping with a bunch of morons before now.
The bed dips as Kerry knees closer to you, rolling his wrist hard enough to jostle you as he teases out your prostate again and again and again. It edges you closer and closer to an orgasm easily fast.
"Ker—" You try to warn between moans. He doesn't seem to want it though, pressing two fingers to your lips to silence you before you can get anything else out.
You give into the urge to open your mouth and take his finger again, which seems to surprise him before he smirks and presses them deeper. "You like having your mouth full, huh?" He teases.
You barely muster the willpower to nod as you suck on them.
"Good boy," Kerry purrs, petting your tongue with his fingers. Embarrassingly, that's all it takes for the knot to snap. Your hips jerk up, your cock twitching as you paint your tummy white. You moan around his fingers as he works you through it. It feels like he tries to milk you dry, his fingers dragging along your prostate until you're trying to push his hand away.
He withdraws his fingers slowly, chuckling as it makes your leg kick. You think that's gonna be it. Maybe he'd fuck your throat or make you jerk him off to return the favor. You don't expect him to sit up and take his fingers from your mouth. You don't expect to feel the soft head of his dick press against your hole, or for him to start pressing in.
Your nerves feel alight as Kerry's cock slowly fills you, your breath coming out as pathetic little hitches. He feels so fucking big, though you know he's not that big. He doesn't stop until his balls are flush to your ass. Only then does he offer you some reprieve. Kerry sighs with a smile, gazing down at you almost fondly.
"Took it like a champ, kid."
Your spent cock twitches weakly at the praise. It's still only half hard when Kerry begins moving, drawing out halfway before pressing back in slowly. You would've thanked him for the easy pace if you could find your tongue.
As it was, Kerry seemed to know what you could handle. He moves steadily, never leaving you too empty for too long. You curse quietly with every brush against your prostate, oversensitive from your first orgasm. It's not the first time Kerry's pushed you like this, but it's never felt this raw. Like you were on fire.
You feel your eyes start to water the longer Kerry goes. You don't even think it's been all that long, but your head was starting to feel like mush. You sink into the mattress, let the sensations wash over you.
Kerry takes it in stride. His hands catch under your knees and he pushes your legs to your chest. The new angle lets him slip a fraction deeper into you, and your next moan cracks as it's all but forced out of you. Like this, Kerry decides the slower pace just won't do.
His hips slap against yours, forcing a cry from your lips. Kerry lets out a breathless laugh that melts into a moan. He starts a rough pace that makes the tears in your eyes finally start to fall. Embarrassed, you try to cover your face with your arms. In an instant, Kerry's hands are off your legs and are instead wrapped around your wrists.
They're pinned above your head shamefully easy. Blurry through the tears now slipping down your face, you can make out Kerry above you. Maybe it was a trick of the mind, but you swore his pupils were dilated. He groans like he's been gutted when he looks at you before leaning down and licking over your cheek, tasting your tears.
Against your cheek, he mumbles, "That's it, cry for me, baby." Like this was his plan the entire time.
It's not like you could help it, not with the way Kerry pushes you further and further into overstimulation. But, his words do bring you an odd sort of comfort. You don't try to hide again when Kerry releases your wrists (though you almost wished he would've kept you pinned down like that). You let your tears fall, hiccups interrupting your moans as you struggle to catch your breath.
Kerry cages you in as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He bumps his nose against yours, kisses your tears as they fall. It'd be sweet if he wasn't fucking you like it was his last night on Earth.
A hand cups your softened cock. The simple touch makes you gasp, and your hips instinctively jerk away from the contact. Kerry doesn't let that deter him. He mumbles something about how you hadn't gotten hard again. Your typically wont to go more than once a night considering Kerry had a libido for someone a fourth his age, but your poor cock seemed to be having trouble getting up again.
The hand stays on your cock as Kerry's hips grow frantic in their pace. You're sure he feels the way it twitches and jerks under his palm. You'd be embarrassed if you were in any other state of mind. Kerry slams home, grinding his hips into yours as his dick pulses inside you. You forgot what it felt like to be on the receiving end of this.
You cant your hips as much as you can, trying to draw Kerry's cum deeper. The feeling of being filled is what gets your cock to finally respond, managing a meager spurt of cum that coats Kerry's palm. You think you black out for a bit, 'cause when you come to, you and Kerry are both clean and the rocker is curled against your back, running his hand up and down your side. He's humming quietly, too. It's comforting.
You let out a slow breath and shift against him enough to know that you're awake again. There's a kiss pressed to the back of your neck, and you can feel his smile. "You okay?" He asks quietly. "Feel good?"
"Fuckin' nova," you breathe in response. You shift onto your back so you can look at him. "Loved it."
Kerry's smile turns into a grin. "Knew you would," he says, before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Yeah, this was defintely going to happen a lot more.
Pairing : M!Reader x Male Reader x Johnny Silverhand
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Warning(s) : Consensual voyeurism, riding, maybe internalized homophobia from johnny
Word count : 1413
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V having a parasitic rockerboy in his head for six months had definitely put a damper on your sex life. You went from fucking three or four times a week to maybe once every other week. Johnny being around, seemingly constantly commenting on anything and everything V does, has caused V to shy away from sex.
Sure, there were a handful of times where V told Johnny to shove it, though even then, he insisted on topping. You knew that was all Johnny. V had always preferred bottoming, but you weren't going to say no whenever V made a move on you. Anything was better than your own hand or a toy.
V had mentioned a couple times, that Johnny commentated during those handful of times. He'd told V what to do, how to do it; gave him a step by step on how to fuck you. You'd said how weird it was for a guy who always insisted he was so very straight to give instructions on how to fuck another man.
Now Johnny was back. In a brand spanking new body that looked as good as V had told you. You were kinda jealous V got to look at him for those six months, if not for the fact that he was actively dying that entire time.
Johnny was back, living with you and V 'cause he didn't actually have his own place (though you're positive he wouldn't have moved out even if he did). V had told him right off the bat that he'd be having sex with often, and Johnny wasn't going to stop him this time. And Johnny had been oddly uncaring.
The first time you and V fell into bed together after Johnny had decided to stay with you, you'd both been tipsy. It'd been one of your date nights. V had taken you to this real nice restaurant that had such a wide variety of drinks, and you couldn't help but order a few. V had a handful too. You'd both had enough where you decided to phone a Delamain to pick you up.
Stumbling into your apartment, you'd caught sight of Johnny sitting on the couch. He had a glass of something that was probably tequila in hand, and had one of those shitty reality shows on, though it was on mute. He must've gotten home not too terribly long ago. You know he'd been at Kerry's most of the day, making music or whatever it is that they do.
Maybe he laughed when V pushed you down on the bed, and maybe V had flipped him off for it, but he stayed while you pulled each other's clothes off. He watched as V lubed up your cock and sank down onto you, watched him ride the fuck out of you until he made a mess of your chest, and you made a mess inside him.
He'd barely given you time to pull out of V before he was crawling over the two of you, grumbling about you keeping him up. V had gotten comfy between you and Johnny before promptly passing out, with you following suit shortly after.
You didn't once think about asking Johnny why he'd stayed. You actually kind of liked it. Johnny was hot as fuck, and knowing he was watching you made your stomach twist in all the right ways.
The few times after that, you'd lazily sucked V off while he sat next to Johnny on the couch. Johnny had touched V during that; scratched along the back of his neck to make him shiver 'cause he knew V liked it a lot, petted the sides of his head like he did with Nibbles. V had all but melted there, thrusting shallowly into your mouth while he soaked up the attention.
When he'd gotten close, Johnny had grabbed you by the back of the head and all but shoved you down the length of V's cock. You'd gagged and sputtered around him, but didn't really try to fight it, and Johnny didn't let you up until V had come down your throat. He pulled you off V's cock before you had the chance to swallow everything, and with your lips still parted as you tried to catch your breath, he leaned down and kissed you.
He licked into your mouth, tasting the bit of V's cum you couldn't swallow. Caught off guard, you didn't kiss back at first. This was one of the last things you'd expected from him. By the time you got your head on straight and started to kiss back, Johnny was pulling back to kiss V. And that was probably one of the hottest things you'd seen.
You jerked off to them making out, listening to the sound of their lips and tongues moving together and V's fucked out moans. You figured that after you'd made a mess of your hand and Johnny had made V clean it up, that Johnny would've let one (or both) of you get him off. That hadn't been the case.
But when V had reached out to touch him, he'd batted V's hand away and fucked off to the bathroom. The shower had turned on shortly after.
V had pouted about it, looking like a kicked puppy before you'd dragged him to bed. Johnny had joined you not long after, still damp from the shower, but very notably boner-less. No one said anything that night either.
You thought that that would've been a one and done, that Johnny wouldn't touch either of you after that. That his 'hang-ups'—as V always said—would keep him from indulging himself. That him storming off had been a nail in the coffin, if not the final one. You can't recall a time you'd ever been so happy to be so wrong.
He continued to stay and watch and sometimes touch, if you were lucky. But he'd always fuck off to jerk off or whatever it was he did in the shower instead of letting you or V give him a hand. At least he wasn't cock blocking, you suppose.
One night, well into this strange routine you'd created, V hadn't taken Johnny's no for an answer. After you and V had sucked each other off and Johnny had got up to shower, V had grabbed him and manhandled him back down to the couch. Johnny had, expectedly, gotten pissy. But he hadn't actually done anything to stop V from sinking to his knees and opening his pants to get his cock out.
It looked even better than you'd thought it would. He was big, thick, and uncut. Flushed a real nice and pretty red, you swear you see it throb as V wraps his hand around it. You definitely see Johnny's hips jerk forward.
V looks at it with all the hunger in the world, biting his lower lip as he spreads pre up and down the length. Johnny grabs you and pulls you into a filthy kiss while V takes him into his mouth. Johnny only breaks the kiss to push you between his legs with V who makes ample room for you.
You lean in to nose at Johnny's balls before licking over them. God, they tasted better than you thought they would too. Kinda sweaty and a little musty, it was all Johnny. Johnny must've been working up 'cause he comes all over V's tongue in record time. You feel it on your own as his balls tighten and pulse. You didn't think this could get any hotter, but then V pulls off Johnny's cock, grabs you by the face, and spits what he couldn't swallow into your mouth.
Your dick twitches weakly as you swallow that bit of cum, your body flushing with heat. It worsens when V properly kisses you, licking into your mouth like he wanted to see if he could taste Johnny again. Even with your reinforced lungs, you're both panting when you separate You both glance up at Johnny, who actually seems pretty relaxed all things considered. He doesn't fight as V pulls him up off the couch and strips off his clothes before dragging him to bed.
Johnny ends up settled with V in his arms and you curled around his back. None of you talk about it any more that you'd talked about this any other night. You probably never would. This was nice, and you didn't really want to ruin it.
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