: ̗̀➛ fem reader is V, sharing a body and brain, Relic malfunctions, drinking, jealousy, angst, hurt/comfort, car sex, mentioned/past River x V, smut
This fic was inspired by the song Grab Thy Hand by Chevelle!
I fucked River in game out of curiosity and just felt awful after, it was weird. The first line of this fic is something Johnny says to you after the encounter, and obviously I changed certain other things that followed. Also filled with general SilverV angst lol
Would "You blush so beautifully" be okay for a cyberpunk story. I can imagine johnny saying something cheeky that gets v all flustered and he cant help by blush. Congratulations on 100 followers btw.
Prompt 2 | SilverV
Synopsis: Johnny has come to a realization that he likes how the merc blushes more than he thought.
Word Count: 1.3K
Pairing: Johnny Silverhand / Male!V
Warnings: Hand job. Choking. Praise. Thigh riding.
Notes: Thank you so much for your request! You're the only person that requested Cyberpunk and I love that I got this one. I did change up the way the prompt was said a bit just to make it fit a bit better. Hope you still enjoy :)
V groans to himself as he throws his bomber jacket onto the ground where it’ll stay. All until he remembers about it. Nibbles meows from the bed but doesn’t make any effort to stand up and greet him. He curls up even tighter in the messed up sheets and blankets, too comfy to do anything else. Not wanting to disturb the cat, V flops down on the couch instead.
“Well, that was very intense.”
V moves his head up so he can spy Johnny sitting on the other end of the lounge. He mumbles something that has the rocker’s eyebrows furrowing and his lit cigarette pausing near his mouth. When the merc doesn’t go on further to repeat himself, Johnny rolls his eyes and takes a long draw of his cig. He blows out a thick cloud of smoke that disappears into nothing.
The odd little gig that Regina had given V was just that. Odd. It included getting a doll out of Night City and across of the border. It was going all smoothly until he offered to pay in sex rather than eddies. Something that V had become very flustered over and denied it, saying it wasn’t necessary. The next thing that happened had V all flustered and going as red as a tomato.
He had patted V’s cheek with a sweet smile and said, “You’re a good boy, you know that? Don’t change that sweet lil’ heart of yours. Regina picked the right merc.”
“Intense?” Johnny quips. “All he did was offer you a good bang.”
V awkwardly looks up from where he is on the couch at the rocker boy. He pulls smoke on his cigarette and blows it out in V’s way. The digital smoke curls around him and for a second, he can almost smell the cheap tobacco.
“Yeah whatever. You try keeping your cool while six border guards stare at you,” V bites back as he sits up in the couch.
“And to think you robbed Arasaka of their most prized possession,” Johnny mumbles.
“Fuck you, too,” the merc quips, flipping the bird to the engram.
He runs a hand down his face and when he opens his eyes his heart jumps from his chest. Johnny stands over him, his smoking cigarette held out to the side. He watches a speck of ash fall off the end and onto the carpet where it disappears instantly. All digital.
“The fuck you want,” V snaps.
Without a word, Johnny kicks V’s foot to part his legs. The merc raises a brow, eyeing him down. He doesn’t move his legs back together though, all too curious on where the rocker is going with this.
“So, because sex was involved you want to finish what I didn’t start? Funny,” V says unimpressed.
Johnny shakes his head. “No. By God, you’re thick sometimes,” he says as he flicks his smoke into V’s face.
The merc flinches, having felt it hit his skin before disappearing. Johnny bends over a little and grabs V’s face with his silver hand, squishing his cheeks. He looks at the merc over the top of his aviators, almost inspecting him. Dark eyes hover over his lips.
“I like the way your face goes as red as a fucking tomato when someone compliments you. You know that shit happens to you right?” Johnny comments. And he can only smirk as V’s cheek blush a beautiful colour.
V doesn’t move though. He should swat Johnny off, tell him to fuck off. Especially when the hand slips down to wrap around his throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He grabs onto the rocker’s wrist, but doesn’t pull him away. Instinct more than anything.
With Johnny’s other hand, he cups V’s growing bulge in his pants and kneads it a little too painfully. V hisses and tries to sit up but Johnny pushes him back down by his throat. This only turns V on further and he grips Johnny’s hand tighter. He can feel the warmth of the cyberware against his skin. Too real to think it’s fake.
“Now, now. Don’t wanna go against the whore’s words and be a bad-“
“Don’t you finish that sentence, you prick,” V snaps but he can feel his face growing hot.
Johnny chuckles lightly. “For a merc, you have a beautiful blush.”
Hearing those words from his mouth, it only makes V’s face all the redder. A stifled groan escapes his throat as Johnny works him through his pants. If the rocker doesn’t touch him proper soon, he’s going to throw him off. So instead of waiting, with his free hand he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants just enough for his hard cock to free itself.
Johnny grips V’s cock firmly and begins a steady yet edging pace. All while squeezing even harder around his throat that has the merc gripping onto Johnny harder. Breathing becomes a little hard as his hold is firm and tight, making V’s head light. But he isn’t complaining.
“Did you know your ears go red as well?” Johnny asks, more to mock than anything else.
V grinds his teeth, his gut coiling as pleasure and warmth shoot through him. This even pace that Johnny is doing is agonizing and painful.
“Shut up,” V spits, even though he’s enjoying this a little too much.
Johnny knocks his legs part a tad more before sliding his leather clad knee up against V’s balls. A shiver runs down his spine at the contact and he tries his best to grind back down onto Johnny. He grips the couch with his free hand, trying to reach his high as quickly as he can because he knows how much Johnny likes to watch him squirm. His gut coils at each stroke and he can feel his balls tense.
“Faster,” V groans out.
His breathing becomes short and shallow as Johnny continues the pace on his weeping cock. He’s fully hard and precum leaks from his tip that the rocker collects with his thumb before gliding it down the base and repeating. He isn’t going to change his pace. Each stroke has V shaking and groaning from deep in his throat. They become louder as a thumb is dug deeper into the soft skin underneath V’s jaw, another shiver running down his back. He can barely breath but he’s also so close. He can feel his balls tightening against Johnny’s leg.
“All red in the face from just a hand job,” Johnny grins into his words, enjoying the view a bit too much. “I wonder what you’d look like if someone actually fucked you good and proper.” He speaks the word almost so blandly but it still strikes like a punch to the gut to V’s dick in a way that has spots coming to his vision.
The thought of Johnny taking him, fucking into him rough and hard. Watching V squirm and moan over his cock is enough to have the merc reaching his climax. Hot cum weeps from his cock and onto his toros. His whole body goes stick and ridged and V feels like he can’t breathe for a moment. He can feel Johnny’s eyes on him, eating him up. He keeps stroking V through his orgasm, pumping every last bit of cum out of him until he’s a shaking mess on the couch. Until it’s a sticky mess all over himself.
He lets go of V but keeps near, his knee still positioned between V’s legs. V pants and swallows thickly, trying to collect himself the best he can with the rocker hovering over him still. He tries his best to sit up straight but doesn’t go far.
“Heh,” Johnny chuffs before he smokes on a cigarette he’s pulled from thin air. “I think I finally understand why everyone is so eager to get in your pants.”
“Go eat a dick,” V snaps through his short inhales and exhales.
The rocker only smiles around his cigarette. “Looking like that, don’t tempt me V,” he mocks.
