Pairing: FtM!Kerry Eurodyne x FtM!Reader x Johnny Silverhand
NSFW under the cut
Warning(s): threesome, bottom kerry, bottom + top johnny (he tops kerry you top him), face slapping, little bit of verbal degration, friends with benefits type relationship, pre-canon, voyeurism, probs ooc johnny
Word Count: 6067
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It wasn't really a secret that Kerry liked to sleep around. Anyone in the scene had probably slept with him or knew someone who did. Kerry liked sex. He had from the time you met him.
When you started sleeping together, he was adamant that it wasn't exclusive. You had no qualms with that, having no interest in an actual relationship yourself. You liked the friends with benefits thing you had going with him, and couldn't think of a reason to ruin what you had. A little sex never hurt a friendship anyway, right?
Kerry liked to drag you to any gigs he had, whether it was with Samurai, his solo gigs, or the combined tours with Johnny. Besides the sex, that was the only consistent part of your relationship with him. You never complained; the music was good, and Kerry was amazing on the guitar. It was worth it just for that. Kerry's lean hands dancing across the strings, that crazed smile on his face as he plays. You could see why so many people wanted in his pants.
Though, you do think your favorite part of his gigs were when he dragged you backstage, to whatever he was using as a changing room, to fuck off the adrenaline of being on stage. Sweaty, horny, and demanding. Kerry was just as good as fucking as he was playing guitar.
During his solo tours, you'd started meeting him in his dressing room. On the rare occasion that he brought someone back with him, there was a fifty-fifty that he'd give you the boot, or you'd have a threesome. Neither you were too bothered with. If he told you to scram, you could find someone to fuck fairly easily. Though, Kerry did have to tell his no-name lay of the night that no, you weren't his input, you were just fuck-buddies.
When he started touring with Johnny, he stopped bringing people back with him. You didn't think much about it. Kerry went through periods where he was more focused on his music than his dick, and he was generally more comfortable talking about music with you than the random people he picked up. So, you figured that's what that had been about.
It's the last day of one of his tours—back in Night City because that's how both Johnny and Kerry ended their tours, and you're sitting in Kerry's changing room. It's an actual changing room, something that was a lot more common nowadays since his name actually meant something now. You're lounging on the couch in the room, scrolling idly on your phone while you wait for Kerry to come back.
The gig had ended maybe twenty minutes ago, but Kerry liked to linger and talk to fans for a bit. It'd been killer, so you know Ker was gonna pounce on you as soon as he gets into the room.
You don't bother to look up from your phone when you hear the door open. "Hey, Ker," you greet. When you don't get an immediate greeting back, you look up. Just in time for Kerry to grab your phone and toss it on the little coffee table in front of the couch, and crawl over you to cage you under him.
He grins at your surprised face, before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "'ey, babe. Thanks for waiting."
"'Course," you say against his lips, pushing up to your elbows to chase him when he tries to pull away. He laughs, clearly amused, but presses back in to kiss you again.
His hands run up your sides while you drape your arms over his shoulders as he deepens the kiss. He tastes like cigarette smoke mixed with a little of that beer he likes. It's good, familiar. He still smoked and drank the same brands after all theses years.
His hair is soft when you tangle a hand in it, tugging gently at the strands. Kerry groans into your mouth. You untie his little bandana, tossing the fabric somewhere behind you. You'd find it later. You lick into his mouth, swallowing the moan he lets out.
Kerry shifts on top of you to straddle one of your thighs. He grinds against you, and it's not long before he's breaking the kiss to pant against your cheek as he all but humps your leg.
You lean back to watch him. Kerry's eyes are closed in bliss, his lips parted, shiny with a mix of his and your spit. Your hands move to rest on his hips, thumbs slipping under his shirt to rub along his skin. "Gonna get off like this?" You ask him, half teasing and half curious. He's done it before, rode your thigh and then ate you out in return. It's not really what you were in the mood for, but you'd suck it up for Kerry.
Lucky you, though, Kerry shakes his head, grinning shakily at you. "Nah, jus' buying time."
That makes your eyebrows shoot up. "Yeah?"
"Mhm." Kerry moans a little. He bites his bottom lip, sucking in a breath as he slows the drag of his hips. "Got somethin' good today."
Kerry's version of good differed from day to day. But, he rarely planned something that wouldn't get you off, so you trusted him, oddly enough. Still, you say, "Hope it's my definition of good," as you drag him down into another kiss.
Kerry just laughs against your lips before licking into your mouth.
When he pulls back again, you start tugging on his clothes. Kerry sits up enough to let you get his shirt off. You take the opportunity to ogle his chest a bit. Thin, pale scars line under his pecs, mirroring the ones you had on your own. He looked good, looked right.
Kerry preens under your eyes, straightening up to give you a better view. He'd always been hot, and he knew that. Even back when you'd first met him, and he'd just been binding his chest and stuffing his boxers with ratty old socks (on the rare occasion he actually wore underwear). He'd been hot then, too, but he's hotter now, like he looked.. right in a way he hadn't before.
You idly think if Kerry thought the same of you. You both started transitioning the same year. From binders and a flat chest to the countless shots you did for each other, you'd seen each other through it all.
Before Kerry can get pissy that you're just staring at him, you sit up enough to get your hands on him. You run them along his tummy up to his pecs where you trace his scars. Your fingers trail along them to his nipples. Kerry arches into your touch as you pinch the buds between them. A needy puff escapes his mouth as you keep your touches teasing.
"C'mon," he huffs, tangling a hand in your hair to try and pull you closer. You think about further teasing him, making him tell you what he wanted. You ultimately decide against it 'cause Kerry's dark, perky nipple is practically begging for your mouth.
You cup his pec, grabbing his by the hip with your free hand to tug him just a fraction closer. At the same time, Ker drags your head forward by your hair. You drag your tongue over the bud, relishing the hitch in his breath it gets you. Kerry's looking down at you when you look up, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You grin around his nipple, showing off the way your teeth indent the tanned skin of his pec.
His palm cradles the back of your head as his eyes flutter shut. "That's it," he rumbles as you wrap your lips around the bud, sucking. You tweak the other between your fingers, pinching it until Kerry tugs hard on your hair.
You let him pull you off his nipple to kiss you again. With his tongue down your throat, your hands go to his pants. His belt gets tossed the same direction his bandana was, and that's all it takes for his pants to get loose enough for you to shove them down his thighs.
Kerry manages to get his pants and shoes off all without getting out of your lap. It was hot. Really hot, actually.
Sat naked on your lap, Kerry starts tugging on your clothes. "Off," he demands, slipping his hands under your shirt. His hands are warm against your torso.
"Ask nicely," you tease, grinning coyly when he tuts at you. His palm connects with your cheek immediately after. The contact makes you groan, hips trying to jerk under his weight.
"Off," he repeats a little more forcefully, but instead of waiting for you to listen, he starts pushing up your shirt. You do make it easy for him to get it off you. Your shirt joins the growing pile on the floor.
Kerry sits back to look over you, eyes roving over your chest, your scars. His hands follow the track of his eyes, fingers tracing the thin scars under your chest down to your tummy that twitches under their feather-light touch. It still doesn't take Kerry much time to get his hands down your pants.
All he does is unbutton them enough for him to shove his hand down the front of them. He touches you through your boxers, framing your little cock. You're already hard and a little wet, and Kerry notices immediately. He seems a little smug he's got you like this just from a little kissing.
"You're easy," he chuckles, like you can't see that his own cock is hard, jutting from his pubes.
Instead of rising to the teasing, you flick his cock. It does what you want, forcing a gasp from him even as his hips jerk into the touch rather than away. It doesn't discourage him though. His fingers dip lower, two of them teasing at your hole through the thin fabric of your boxers. It has you grinding down on them, like he could get them inside you even with the barrier.
It's then, with Kerry naked and his hand down your pants, that the door creaks open. Neither you nor Kerry move beyond looking to see who was intruding. It wouldn't be the first time someone walked in on you, and most of the time, the person would apologize and walk out immediately.
What you don't expect, is to see Johnny Silverhand standing in the doorway. You glance at Kerry at the same time that he looks back to you, tongue between his lips as he smirks at you. "Somethin' good," he repeats from earlier, wiggling his eyebrows seductively.
"Seriously?" You can't help but laugh a little. Johnny agreeing to a threesome with you and Kerry seemed impossible. Had been, actually. Kerry's tried for the last three or so years to get Johnny to come to his changing room with him. How in the world had Kerry gotten him onboard now of all times, when their relationship was as rocky as it is.
Kerry must see the curiosity etched on your face because he preens, saying, "I won a bet."
Johnny audibly bristles, tutting at the door. "You cheated," he seethes.
It's an obvious lie. Johnny wouldn't be here if he truly thought Kerry cheated. You don't say anything, but Kerry does. "You're just a sore loser, J. Close the door and get over here."
Johnny looked like he was gonna be contrary, maybe hang out by the open door while Kerry got you off, but he seems to ultimately decide against it. The door closes behind him with a slam before Johnny stalks over to the couch.
It's then that Kerry extracts himself from your lap. You mourn the loss, but the sentiment is short-lived when you realize what's happening. You're getting a front row seat to what must be a thousand fans' dreams. Kerry fists a hand in Johnny's black hair, tugging him down just enough to get his mouth on the other rocker's. The kiss is audible. You can hear when Johnny licks into Kerry's mouth, the groan he gives when Ker bites at his lips.
You knew Johnny didn't do much of anything in half-measures, but seeing it firsthand, when he cups Kerry's pretty ass with his hands, bounces the flesh a little, was maybe one of the hottest things you'd seen. You let your hand slip into your boxers to toy with your cock while you watch them.
Kerry's grinning when he pulls away from Johnny. There's a thin strand of spit connecting them that frays when he turns towards you. His eyes dart to the movement in your boxers, but he doesn't seem surprised. Far from it, actually. His grin turns sly and he turns back to Johnny to lick a wet stripe up his neck.
Johnny's eyes level you over Kerry's shoulder, and you can't really pinpoint the look in his eyes. You'd say hungry, but when you lock eyes, he glances away, almost like he was embarrassed.. no, Johnny would never be embarrassed.
A sharp groan escapes the rocker as Kerry sinks his teeth into the flesh of his neck. You can see the way Kerry's skin indents when Johnny's grip on him tightens. Then Kerry was pulling away, a hand shoved against Johnny's chest as he pushes him towards the couch, towards you.
You barely get your legs moved before Johnny plants his ass on the middle cushion. Your hand slips free from your boxers as you watch Johnny. He's watching Kerry who'd walked back behind the couch. He's rummaging through something back there, a bag probably, but it doesn't concern you all that much.
Not like it's concerning Johnny who's leg is bouncing with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You sit up, the movement seemingly startling Johnny. "You good, rockstar?"
Johnny hides his surprise with a sneer. "'Course. Why? You think I'm scared of a couple pretty boys?"
You can't remember the last time you'd ever been called pretty. It sounds demeaning coming from Johnny. It makes you chuckle a little. "What was the bet, anyway?"
Before Johnny can answer, a bright blue strap with its harness gets dropped in your lap. Kerry leans over the back of the couch, grinning. "That I couldn't settle for one fuck-buddy for the tour."
And suddenly the lack of randoms made sense. You feel a smug sense of pride that out of everyone Ker's ever fucked, he stuck out the tour with just you. You must look the part 'cause Kerry lightly smacks you over the back of your head before climbing over the couch.
He settles back in Johnny's lap, hands sliding under his shirt even though his eyes are on you. Head jerking to the toy in your lap, Kerry more or less demands, "Put it on," before dipping down to kiss sloppily along Johnny's neck.
You do so. Pushing yourself off the couch, you shimmy your pants and boxers the rest of the way off and pull on the harness. It sits real comfortable on your hips, the only thing that could've made it better if it was one of those expensive ones that you could connect with your neural link. Maybe you'd get one eventually.
Johnny, for his part, eyes the thing over Kerry's shoulder. You give an exaggerated roll of your hips as you fist your cock, grinning at Johnny. "What? Is it bigger than yours?"
"You wish," Johnny sneers. Whatever he was going to say next dies with a groan when Kerry sinks his teeth into his flesh again.
Hands, chrome and 'ganic wrap tight around Kerry's hips. Kerry loves it if the way he squirms in Johnny's lap is anything to go by.
You come up behind him, pressing a kiss to the knob of his spine. "You're taking both of us?" You ask him.
You see Johnny stiffen up at the same time Ker beams at you. "Nah," he says before looking pointedly to Johnny. "He's takin' it."
Johnny's cheeks redden under yours and Kerry's gaze. You think to yourself how cute it looks. You'd take a picture if you could.
The clink of Johnny's belt draws your attention down low. You watch Kerry work his belt open like it was the easiest thing in the world. It gets flung to the side, clattering to the ground. Button popped next, Kerry pulls Johnny out of his pants.
You balk at his size a little. Sure, you'd heard him talk about how impressive his cock was, and you'd seen him chubbed in his pants more than a handful of time, but actually seeing it.. It was about the same size as your strap, which itself was on the bigger side 'cause Ker liked them big. No wonder he's wanted to get into Johnny's pants for years.
You only realize you'd been staring when Kerry leans back against you and you're drawn from your thoughts. You keep him upright with an arm around his waist. Soft lips graze your jaw, though your eyes are drawn to the movement between him and Johnny. Kerry's hand looks real good wrapped around Johnny's cock. He works Johnny over until his hips are flexing, trying to jerk up into the touch.
It makes Ker chuckle against your skin. "He's easier than you are."
Johnny slaps Kerry's thigh with his 'ganic hand, making the rocker jump. He grumbles, returns the favor by slapping Johnny's cock. Johnny seems to like it, though, growling as he leans forward to latch onto Kerry's neck.
Kerry's neck has always been sensitive. He loved having it kissed, grabbed, whatever. And maybe Johnny didn't know that, but he certainly didn't try to shy away when Kerry's noises pitched and he started grinding down on his length, rubbing their cocks together. You bend down enough to kiss and bite along the other side of Kerry's neck. One hand tangled in your hair and the other in Johnny's, Kerry squirms between you. You could probably get him to come like this. But that was neither what you wanted, or what Kerry had planned.
Before he gets too excited, he shoves both of you away. Johnny grumbles, and you take a step back to make room so Kerry can get up. He doesn't go far, sitting on the arm of the couch and beckoning Johnny with a sultry wave of his finger. Like a magnet, Johnny moves towards him. He even gets down on his knees by the arm when Kerry points to the floor.
His touch gets rough when he yanks Kerry's hips over the edge, though, like he had to make up for the fact . It's hard enough to make Ker grunt a little, though the sound immediately turns into a moan as Johnny shoves his tongue between his legs. Kerry lays back, tangling a hand in Johnny hair and rolling his hips against Johnny's face.
Johnny slurps lewdly around Kerry's cock, bobbing his head up and down the short length. It's really hot to watch, but when Kerry beckons you with his free hand, you go to him. You already know what he wants, having done this many times before. Tangling a hand in the back of his mullet, you turn his head. His lips brush against the head of your strap. He presses a sloppy, wet kiss to it before parting his lips and taking you in.
And, yeah, you couldn't actually feel it, but the sight alone brings a real nice fuckin' feeling with it. You rock your hips, pushing a little more of the toy into his mouth, and he just opens up so beautifully. Kerry's hand moves to the back of your thigh to keep you close as you roll your hips, shallowly fucking his mouth.
Kerry's eyes close, and you glance down to Johnny. His eyes are closed too, nose buried in the coarse hair of Kerry's pelvis. You can see his jaw working as he eats Kerry out, his 'ganic shoulder moving as he fingers him open. Your hips jerk at the sight, making Ker twitch, gag around you while his hand tightens in Johnny's hair. That, in turn, makes Johnny groan. His fingers dig harder into Kerry's skin where he was holding him.
Kerry's noises, though muffled around your strap, grow louder as he gets close. His nails dig into your skin as his hips start to jerk against Johnny's face. Then, he was pulling off your cock and throwing his head back. His hips roll, moans getting louder as his thighs clamp tight around Johnny's head. You bite your lip at the sight. You were well acquainted with that, almost wishing you were in Johnny's shoes right then.
Kerry shouts as he comes, rocking his hips to ride it out against Johnny's tongue. He grins up at the ceiling as his chest heaves, looking blissed. Johnny looks similar, eyes still shut as he simply breathes against Kerry's thigh. Until Ker's legs fall limp and Johnny's able to lift his head. He realizes he's being stared at at that point. That familiar hardness returns to his eyes as he tries to glare at you, though it doesn't do anything to mitigate just how sated he seemed to be, face shiny with slick and chest heaving.
"What're you starin' at?" He grumbles when he finally parts from Kerry.
"You look good when you're not running your mouth." You grin when he sneers and wipes his mouth on the back of his 'ganic hand. It doesn't do much but spread the shine across his cheeks and his arm.
You catch another glimpse of his cock when he rocks back on his feet. It was hard before, but now it looked almost painful. Flushed a deep red, tip dripping with pre, it looked ready to burst at any moment.
Your attention is drawn back to Kerry when he shifts, the leather of the couch creaking as he shuffles down the couch so he could stretch out. He shines with sweat, and his cock looks really similar to Johnny's. Wet and flushed dark and still hard.
"Johnny, c'mon," Kerry breathes, patting the space between his legs as he further spreads them.
"Fuckin' greedy brat," the rocker mumbles even as he settles between his legs. Leather drags against leather as Johnny knees closer to Kerry, the head of his cock brushing against Kerry's oversensitive one, which makes him gasp, his back arch a little.
As Johnny lines himself up, you slide in behind him. You can see him tense. "Calm down, Johnny boy," you huff, amused. "Unless you're gonna pussy out."
"In your dreams," Johnny sneers, like the idea of being a pussy was worse than fucking two men. It probably was to him.
He gets pulled down by Kerry, a tanned arm wrapping around his shoulders so they could kiss. Johnny's chrome hand keeps him propped up, his 'ganic one groping the meat of Ker's thigh as presses into him. Kerry moans happily as he's filled out, the sound swallowed by Johnny.
You grab the bottle of lube Kerry'd set out, popping the cap and ignoring the way Johnny flinches at the sound. You rub it between your fingers, warming it until Johnny bottoms out in Kerry. You press your index to his rim. Smearing the liquid around him, you get him decently wet before pressing the tip of your finger into him.
He's tight around you. You figured he'd never done this before, but it was just occurring to you that he probably hadn't even had a chick finger him a little while she was blowing him. You find yourself grinning to yourself. You'd not popped anyone's cherry in years.
It takes a while for Johnny to relax, for you to be able to get past your second knuckle. Kerry swallows each of Johnny's choked groans. The couch under you creaks, and you can only assume it's Kerry trying to get Johnny deeper into him.
Johnny starts to open up for you the longer you pump your finger into him, the longer Kerry kisses him, until they're both breathless and they have to part. Kerry meets your eyes over Johnny shoulder when he leans down to kiss over Ker's neck.
"Tight?" Kerry asks, teases. He gasps when it nets him a hard bite from Johnny.
"Mhm." You give Johnny's ass a squeeze with your free hand before spreading him so you can watch your finger disappear into him. "Fuck, don't think I've fucked anyone this tight since we were teens."
"Will you two shut up?" Johnny snaps, looking over his shoulder at you. His cheeks are undeniably red, and you just barely hold back your grin.
"What? 's not a bad thing," you chuckle, easing a second finger into him just to hear him choke on his next words, his eyes fluttering.
"Fu-uck you."
"'Lax, Johnny." Kerry echoes your chuckle, tangling a hand in the back of Johnny's hair to pull him into another kiss. Johnny grumbles, but lets Ker pull him down, licking greedily into his mouth to make him moan.
You pump your fingers steadily into Johnny, working him open carefully, 'cause as much as you'd like to rough him up, you figured it'd be a quick way to get him to storm out, lost bet or not. A third finger joins the first two, and Johnny tenses up again. It last only a moment before Kerry's fingers brush down his spine and he relaxes again.
You start to crook your fingers, searching for the spot that'll make him sing. It only takes you a few seconds to find it. The sound that leaves Johnny is absolutely sinful, sending a jolt of heat through you and making Kerry gasp and moan under him.
"The fuck was that?" Johnny croaks, spine falling limp as you withdraw your fingers.
"Don't know what a prostate is?" Kerry can't help but laugh, the sound only pitching when Johnny slaps him hard across his cheek. He uses his 'ganic hand, but Kerry's cheek still reddens where the contact happened.
You smear lube over your strap as you listen to Johnny snap at Kerry to shut his dirty mouth, though he shuts his dirty mouth when you press up against him, freshly lubed cock nudging between his cheeks.
Kerry's hands do the favor of spreading Johnny open as you press the head of your cock against his hole. You hear Johnny suck in a breath, head hanging low as he forces himself to relax as you start pushing in.
"Attaboy," you croon, the head popping past his rim before Johnny can bite back. He just moans shakily. You really wished you could feel him around the toy like you could your fingers. Your strap was bigger than three fingers and you'd love to feel how tight he was around it.
You move steadily, listening to the choked off groans escaping Johnny's mouth. You don't give a second to get a full breath in before you've bottomed out.
"Look at you." You whistle lowly, leaning back just enough to really see how he's stretched out around you. He looks really fuckin' good. Like he was made for taking cock. You draw out halfway.
Johnny warbles out a groan, the sound melting into something awful close to a whimper as you press back in. His hips jerk forward, jostling Kerry and making him gasp and bite his lip, squirming under Johnny. The squirming makes Johnny squirm in turn. Stuck between you and Kerry with no place to go, he just presses into Kerry before shoving back against you.
When you draw your hips back again, Johnny's follow. And when you glance up, you can see the flush creeping down the back of his neck and bleeding across his shoulder, under his shirt. It makes you smile to yourself.
You push back in steadily, listening to both men under you moan in tandem. Knowing both can take it, you start a fast pace. Your thighs slap hard against the backs of Johnny's with every thrust into him. His slap against Kerry. You fuck them both, listening to the sounds of their moans as they fill the air.
Johnny's certainly louder. How anyone could be louder than Kerry was baffling to you, but there he was, moaning like his life depended on it everytime you bottom out.
You grab his hips as you lean forward, mouthing at his bare, 'ganic shoulder. His skin is hot under your lips. You sink your teeth in, relishing the way it gets Johnny to shove his hips back against yours. You suck a mark into his skin.
You shift, nuzzling against Johnny's neck. "Made to be fucked," you purr into his ear, licking a hot line up his neck.
Johnny just gasps, groaning your name in what you can only assume an attempt to get you to shut up. You don't know if it's the newness of it all or if he was truly just this easy with the way he was actually, but you didn't really care. Johnny was fucked dumb, mute, finally not running his big mouth.
Your thoughts are cut short when Kerry surges up, a hand grappling for the back of your neck to kiss you over Johnny's shoulder. Kerry licks into your mouth, moaning as you fuck him via Johnny.
When he breaks the kiss with a sharp nip to your lower lip, his attention gets turned to Johnny's neck. He kisses and bites and sucks at the pale skin, leaving a myriad of marks that match yours on Johnny's shoulder.
You take after him, biting and leaving more marks across Johnny's back. Johnny would looked mauled by the end of this, and he would love it if the way he showed off any of his other outputs' marks was anything to go off of.
You drag your tongue across the spot where his chrome meets his skin, and hear him honest to god whine. You do it again, and again and again and again, licking, biting, and kissing on and around that seam. It's not long before he's trembling under you.
Johnny comes suddenly with a shout, hips twitching pathetically between you and Kerry as he spills inside his fellow rocker. And Kerry loves it. He moans a mess against Johnny's neck, reaching down between them to work his fingers over his own cock to bring himself to another orgasm.
You fuck them both through their orgasms, until they're twitching weakly, Johnny laying flush against Kerry once his arms finally gave out, his face tucked against the other's neck. Kerry has a hand in Johnny's hair, stroking through the sweaty locks as he watches you.
You finally still, resting a warm hand on the dimpled small of Johnny's back. "You really are easy," you muse, chuckling quietly at the responding disgruntled grumbling Johnny responds with.
He arches his back when you start to pull out, and you're sure he would've tried to follow if he was in any other position. As it was, you slip free with a quiet pop, watch his hole gape and wink at you for a couple seconds before he tightens up again. You give his ass a pat before standing.
Kerry watches you remove the harness and toss it to the side. Completely bare again, Kerry's eyes lock onto your cock. He licks his lips when you frame it, jerking the short length.
He pushes at Johnny who pushes him back, keeping his 'ganic one pressed to Ker's chest as he sits up enough to look at you.
You get impatient quickly. "You two just gonna stare or is one of you gonna get me off?"
"I'm tryin'!" Kerry snips, grabbing Johnny by the throat and giving him a shake. You can hear his breath hitch at the contact, and he finally gets off of Kerry. Kerry still groans a complaint when Johnny's softening cock slips free, a little cum trickling free with it. Probably not the worst thing that's gotten on the couch.
Johnny stands while Kerry grabs your hand and tugs you back to the couch. He pulls you into a kiss, his fingers replacing yours on your cock. Your hips flex and roll against his fingers as his tongue licks into your mouth.
Vaguely, you can hear Johnny tucking himself in, the clink of a belt and a zipper being pulled up.
You think.. well, you're too busy to really think about Johnny while Kerry's getting you off, so when someone throws your legs over their shoulders, you startle.
Kerry doesn't let you pull away, free hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you in place when warmth ghosts over your cunt, when a hot tongue licks over you.
Chrome spreads you and you flinch when something cold drips down you. Did he just spit on you? Kerry's grip still doesn't relent, and you finally give in, relaxing under his hands, under Johnny's mouth.
You tangle a hand in Johnny's hair, pulling him closer to your cunt. You feel him groan against you but he doesn't even try to pull away. In fact, he presses closer. Close enough that you're sure he can't breathe as his nose buries itself in your pubes.
You'd be proven true with that thought when Johnny pulls away with a gasp. Kerry lets you break the kiss this time, and you both glance down at Johnny. Red-faced Johnny, eyes glazed in the short second you could see them before he's pressing close, licking through your folds again and gripping tight on your thighs. Fuck, you hope they bruised.
Heat coils low in your stomach, and you find yourself canting your hips, rolling them over Johnny tongue, up into Kerry's fingers where he's still jerking you off. You wouldn't last much longer, not after the earlier teasing, the show you got, Kerry's gorgeous fingers, and Johnny's fuckin' talented mouth on you.
Kerry grins, leans in close to kiss under your ear. "Close, yeah?" His voice has dropped an octave and it sends a shiver tearing down your spine. His eyes are locked on Johnny even as he talks to you. "Come on, make a mess."
He bites into your neck, and that's all it takes for your hips to jerk, thighs locking around Johnny's head. He and Kerry work you through your orgasm, till your legs are trembling and you're pushing them both away lest they tempt you into another round.
Johnny pulls back first, letting your limp legs drop off his shoulders. He uses your knees to push himself to his feet. You watch him through lidded eyes, and watches you watch him, till he seems to come to a decision and leans down to capture your lips in a messy, wet kiss. Tasting like you, he licks into your mouth, bites at your lip. You return the favor. You pull back when you taste copper.
Johnny seems satisfied, smirking over you as you tongue at the inside of your lip. You huff. "Asshole."
"Gets you goin'," Johnny retorts, giving you a little shove with his chrome hand. And yeah, it did. Didn't make him any less of an asshole, though. Kerry laughs till Johnny gives him the same treatment and then leaves without another word. So much for any post coital cuddling. You click your tongue. Bastard.
With Johnny gone, though, Kerry seems to see an opportunity, jumping back on you. He shoves you flat against the couch, kissing you again. You return it eagerly, holding onto his hips as he slots your sweaty pelvises together, still hard cocks pressed flush to each other. Johnny's cum leaks from Kerry's cunt to yours, smearing against you where Ker grinds against you.
You didn't mind the quick turn at all. You were still hard, and it didn't seem all that fair that Kerry's got to come twice already. You grin into the kiss, Kerry returning it as your cocks slide together. Yeah, you didn't mind this one bit. Johnny's abrupt absence leaves your mind, though unbeknownst to you and Kerry, he hasn't gone far.
Leant against the wall next to Kerry's dressing room, a cig shoved between his lips as he listened in, the palm of his free hand pressed to the crotch of his pants.
i want more furry soapshipping. slams my fork and knives on the table
Hey hey...that table is vintage...behave ☝️
He needs to steal aquire a new fridge to keep his roommate cool. Guys don't chit chat with the fridge open, the ice will spread and trap the narrator penguin in the fridge. Big ice mummy.
Not sure if i got a hang of him yet but i’m trying to do a blend of the trailer&ingame V
*meanwhile wondering if his cyberdeck is compatible with you-know-who*
Warning(s) : omegaverse, possessive behaviour, omega v/alpha reader, terms used to refer to v's genitalia are cunt, folds, dick
Word Count : 1864
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V's heats were, thankfully, fairly regular. He'd get them the third week of every third month. The week before consisted of him nesting, getting a little more possessive over you when you were out and about, and lots and lots of cuddling.
They were strong, though. V didn't like leaving the apartment during his heats, so you were often the one leaving to get anything either of you needed. Drinks, food, whatever.
It's actually what you were doing now. V'd sent you on a drink run, having run out of his favorite NiCola 'cause he didn't realize he was low on them last week. Standing in line to checkout, you don't realize the person behind you is just a smidgen too close until they 'accidentally' bump into you.
When you turn to glance behind you, you get overcome with a sickly sweet scent that truly made you want to hurl. You do a good job forcing a straight face, though. Behind you, another guy is smiling at you. The hungry look in his eyes makes the almost friendly smile look anything but. You're able to deduce him as the source of the scent when he leans a tad closer, and another wave of the shit hits you.
And either the guy can't smell V on you, or thinks you're the type of alpha to jump on any omega who offers themselves, 'cause he leans closer once he knows you've seen him and gives you what you assume to be an attempt at fuck-me eyes. It doesn't look all that tempting.
"Hey, handsome," he purrs, trying to grab the arm not holding the case of V's NiCola. "Why don't you—"
Before he can continue, and before he can even touch you, you pull away. You offer as polite a smile as the guy deserves as you say, "Not interested. I've an input."
That hungry look from before is quickly replaced with disappointment, but he backs off. You're able to check out without any other distractions, and start on your way back to the apartment.
Much to your dismay, that omega's scent seems to stick to you like glue. You'd hoped the walk home would at least make it wear off a little, but it was still strong when you got to the door. Which meant V would be able to smell it, too.
You puff out a little breath before the door slides open and you step inside. V's heat permeates the air of the apartment, bringing with it a wave of warmth. You loved V's scent. It was maybe your favorite thing in the world.
V's dozing in bed, splayed on his stomach on the comforter with a fan blowing directly on him. His eyes flutter as the door shuts behind you, narrowing as soon as he sees you.
"You smell like shit," he says, pushing himself to sit up as you approach him.
"Yeah, I know," you huff, setting the pack of soda next to the bed. "Some asshole at the store thought I'd bail."
V snorts. He lets you kick off your shoes before dragging you down into bed with him. You let him manhandle you onto your back so he can straddle you. Your hand find his thighs easily, groping the toned flesh while he pulls off his shirt.
He doesn't toss it off the bed quite yet, instead rubbing it over his glands, soaking it in his scent. V's eyes are on you the entire time he does it, his stare just as hungry as that other omega's has been. But this time, it has heat pooling low in your stomach, your cock starting to stiffen.
The shirt, smelling so much like V, gets pressed to your nose for a teasing second. It's just long enough to make your hips jerk. You can't help the whine that escapes you when V pulls it away again before wrapping it around the back of your neck. He uses that to pull your head up so he didn't have to lean down far to kiss you.
He licks into your mouth, grinds down on the bulge in your pants until you whine into his. For all that it was V in heat, he loved teasing, working you up 'til you broke and pinned him down to take what you wanted.
That doesn't seem to be his end goal, today though. He bites your lower lip before sitting up again. He's flushed from his cheeks down to his chest, already shining with a light sheen of sweat. He's beautiful.
Then he's gone from your lap, a sudden cold taking his place. He leaves his shirt with you, so you're still wreathed by his scent when he stands next to the bed and peels his pants and boxers off.
His little cock stands proud, jutting from his pubes and looking oh so delicious. You go reach down to push your pants down your hips, but he's climbing back over you and pushing your hands away.
"Not yet," he tells you. You're about to ask why when he starts to shuffle up, till his knees dig into the mattress on either side of your head. His cunt shines with slick, dripping down onto you until you hook your arms over his thighs and pull him flush against your face.
V's moan fills the room as he grinds down on your tongue. You lick through his folds, wrap your lips around his cock as he rolls his hips. A hand tangles in your hair so he can hold you in place.
You can already feel his slick soaking your face down to your neck and shirt. You'd smell like V again by the end of this. There's nothing more you could want. And maybe that's what he wanted, to erase the other scent staining your skin.
V's sweet on your tongue. You could get drunk on his taste, on the sounds falling from his lips as he rides your tongue. Your cock is achingly hard in your pants, and you're sure you've soaked your underwear. It stays ignored in favor of V's pleasure.
The hand in your hair tightens as V's hips jerk harder, his rythym becoming uncoordinated as his first orgasm creeps up on him. His hips stutter, then stills and he lets out a long, drawn out moan as he comes, his thighs squeezing your head hard. An obscene amount of slick fills your mouth and leaks down to your neck to further soak your shirt.
V sighs pleasantly, rolls his hips to ride it out. He gentles the grip in your hair before letting go completely. Still, he doesn't get off your face. You continue licking at him, sucking his dick until he finally seems satiated and pulls away.
Your face is soaked. It doesn't seem to bother V one bit as he scoots down to kiss you, sloppy and wet. He lets you lick into his mouth this time, surely tasting himself on your tongue. You cup the side of his face to keep him close while V finally pushes your pants down.
Your cock springs free, slapping almost painfully hard against your tummy. The tip is wet with pre, and V immediately rubs his palm over it, collecting the wetness to ease the glide of his hand over your length. He swallows your gratified moan.
When he breaks the kiss, it's to trail down to your neck, where he kisses and nuzzles at your scent gland. Scenting himself, V's practically purring as he does it. The hand on your dick never stops, pumping you real nice and sweet.
You swear you feel him mouth a mine against your neck before he's pushing himself up to straddle your hips again. He's still dripping, warm slick making your cock twitch where it's poised beneath him. V, for all his teasing, seems just as impatient to get you inside him now. He lines you up with his hole, one hand on your dick and the other braced on your chest, before sinking down.
He groans low in his chest as you fill him up. The sound is echoed by you, his insides so warm and wet that you can't help yourself from fucking up into him a little. V lets you, then lets you pull him the rest of the way down your dick.
Sitting on your hips with your cock buried inside him, V looks at home. His eyes are closed, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he rocks his hips back and forth.
He leans down to kiss you again, grabbing his shirt again and wrapping it loosely around your neck. He holds it in place as he raises his hips before sinking back down. You moan into each other's mouths.
V rides you slow like that, keeping his shirt around your neck so your scent could soak it while his bled onto you. It isn't long before your knot starts to form. V can feel it, evident in the way he starts to squirm as he pushes himself down onto you. He's panting into your mouth now, less kissing and more just breathing each other's air.
He starts to get desperate before long, riding you harder and faster until he slams himself down hard; hard enough that he forced your knot into him, hard enough you swear it should've hurt him. But V just moans, his voice ragged as he comes around your cock this time.
His walls pulse and squeeze around you, and the sensation pulls you over the edge too, your cock twitching inside him as you fill him up. V grins lazily down at you at the feeling, hips moving back and forth again as you empty your balls.
Only when you give his thigh a light slap does he stop. V unwraps his shirt from your neck and tosses it towards the couch before helping you work your soiled shirt off. That gets tossed in the clothes basket next to the bed.
Then, V stretches his arms above his head, groaning with satisfaction as his back pops. He slumps after before pressing close to you. It takes a little maneuvering, but you roll the two of you onto your sides so you could stay comfortably inside V until your knot subsided, and so V could get comfy, too.
He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips while you wrap an arm around his waist.
"You told that asshole no, right?" V asks, nosing at your jaw until you move your head so he could access your neck. He rubs his stubbled cheek against you.
"'Course I did," you reply, petting your hand up and down V's sweaty spine. "Why?"
V hums, his teeth ghosting over your gland until you shiver. You feel him smirk against your skin. "Jus' wondering."
His teeth sink into your shoulder just next to your gland. It makes you curse and your hips jerk at the sharp sting of pain. V laughs, happy against your shoulder where he presses a kiss over the bite mark. This time, you really do here him mutter, "'Cause you're mine."
Warning(s) : dom bottom / sub top, leashes and collars, some pet play
Word count : 2069
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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 :-)
Word Count : 1749
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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."
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