#*johnny silverhand voice* that boy ain't right

[swearingcactus]

bet you didn't know that i was dangerous, bet you didn’t know someone could love you this much.

[beastyboyxx]

Cupids Arrows. ★★★

Warnings: Dialogue Heavy, Drugs, Sex clubs, Holograms, Joytoys, Semi-Public Sex, Pole-dancing, Demanding, Placing A Bet, Handsy, Desperate, Getting Drunk, Stranger Sex, Smut, Blind Lusting, MLM, Romance, Edging, Fingering, Hand Job, Smut, Anal Sex.

Characters: Johnny Silverhand, V.(Male Reader)

Category: One-Shot (LONG)

Series: Cyberpunk 2077

Word count: 2821

Jig-Jig street was a sickening place. At least for Johnny. The idea of joytoys and fucking someone or something that wasn't necessary "real" made him want to vomit. Johnny was shockingly more into genuine romance. Having a love for someone that is real and won't just reset after the session is over.

And after everything he despised. Everything he hated which was the entirety of Night City. Here he was. The massive letters in illuminated light shined down on Silverhand as if it was mocking him. Johnny felt sick to his stomach but jesus if he didn't need this.

It was his last hope. His final battle after the millions he had won before with just his pistol and personality. The night before his hand wasn't doing it. The dark and shameful feeling of fucking into his hand that wrapped around his length as he tried desperately to get off. His long jet black hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat of his lust and disappointment.

After such a horrible experience Johnny knew that this was his genuine last resort. And he hated it with his full heart and gut.

The people of Jig-Jig street was a collective bunch of dealers, bouncers, gamblers, and pathetic losers trying to get their fill which is where Johnny stood in that category. That alone made him feel even worse. The idea of Johnny Silverhand on the streets of the most frowned town of Night City. Fuck.

The legend walked down. Trying to keep his head low and his shoulders slumped as he treaded further into the stench of unthoughtful lust.

Some joytoys called out to him. Johnny just scoffed and walked faster, their voices faded out by the sounds of loud advertisements blasting on full. In Johnnys storm of trying to hide himself and his shame. He managed to collide shoulders with another. Stumbling awkwardly as the stranger and Johnny tried to recover themselves quickly.

Johnny was the first to look up. And boy if he wasn't more than happy to. It was another man, a bit younger than him but not by much. He straightened his back and brushed off his leather jacket before turning his head to Johnny. His eyes fixated on him immediately.

Johnny smirked and stepped forward, knowing exactly what he wanted. "How much?"

"Excuse me....?"

"Y'know how much is it to... y'know." His confidence's began to fleet. That torch of light in his chest soon dimmed to just a small lick of light.

"I'm not a sex bot if that's what you're asking." The stranger rested his stance in a more comfortable position. Crossing his arms over his chest with a worldwide expression that could be read by many.

"Shit. Look kid you gotta cut me some slack." Johnny was itching for a cigarette right about now. And his burning desires in his stomach were not helping. "My predicament ain't one that's shy of being uncommon. Hell isn't that why you're here?"

"Yes and no. It's not your business to know anyways..." the man replied. His stance never wavered as Johnny kept shifting the weight of his body.

"Right." Johnny reached into his pocket. Praying to whatever god that there was a cig. "Hell yeah." Johnny muttered under his breath as that familiar sensation of his fingers wrapping around that tiny bud of joy filled him.

The legend lifted his arm, cigarette in hand as his lips wrapped around the cancer stick. Happily he held it there as his other silver hand reached into his pocket, rummaging around a bit until a defeated curse left his mouth.

"No light?" The man stepped closer. Amusement filled his voice and it was noticeable by the pitch. Johnny took some offense to it.

With a groan Silverhand nodded before taking the cigarette from his slightly chapped lips. "Yeah."

"Here, I got you man." The stranger reached in his pocket before pulling out a lighter with a lady plastered onto its base. She was in a suggestive pose.

"Thanks."

"Names V.”

"Johnny." He took a deep inhale.

"Haven't I heard your name before—"

"No. You haven't." Johnny straightened his back after V had lit the cigarette. The smoke filling his body with an undeniable sick feeling he could never get enough of. “Fuck, that's the good stuff."

"Those kill you… y'know."

"I'm already dead kid."

"Ain't a kid."

Johnny peered up from his light. The shame of his desperation slowly trickled into a smile. A smile that had some message V couldn't quite understand.

"You're quite the snarky bastard huh?" Johnny eased the cigarette from his mouth. Blowing out a small cloud of smoke.

"You could say that." V shrugged. His hands deep in his jacket pockets as he looked around the sex ridden street.

"I got an idea... a bet so to speak." Johnny took another huff on the cigarette before flicking it to the wet road and stomping it out with his shoe. "You and I, we take some CA, then drive around for a bit. See how long one of us can last before the other gets handsy and drops his pants first."

V felt the smile creep across his face. Quickly he hid his growing excitement. V turning his attention to face some advertisement board with All Foods plastered on the screen. "Yeah that could be fun. I have time to kill anyways." He shrugged.

"C'mon, drinks are on me too." Johnny waved V along. Treading deeper into Jig-Jig street. It was lightly raining and the crowd was a bit larger than usual too.

The bar wasn't a massive one. Just a simple one. Tucked off to the side, nothing compared to The Afterlife. A small group was there, surrounding the joytoy that was pole dancing. Flashing pictures and gawking at her figure.

The night was merely at its beginning. Johnny knew what he wanted and boy did he want it now. But, he would take his time with it. Following his morals of actually feeling the love rather than lust, although tonight he wouldn’t really mind letting that wild side out. He needed it anyways.

A popular drug was Cupids Arrows, CA. A sex drug that boosts your genuine lust drive. Silverhand that shameful night took two, which was his mistake. Now he’s here placing a bet to get something to tame his inner desperation.

From his past failed attempt at fucking his hand to get some edge. The boosters Johnny took before sabotaged him into driving the legend further into blind euphoria.

“Two dragon eye shots.” Johnny lifted his sliver hand towards the bartender. She nodded. Her irises lit up in blue as the transaction was completed.

“So… you got it on you?” V turned to get a better angel. The seat beneath him squeaked from its leather padding and the many uses it’s had over time.

“Right here.” Johnny lifted a small box. It was flat and had four squares with perfectly fitted chocolate diamonds. Two which were missing.

“Bottoms up!” V took the box, popped out a diamond and ate it whole. It crunched under his teeth. Johnny followed in suit, this would be his third.

In perfect timing the bartender returned with two shot glasses in the shape of a red and orange dragon mouth. The men took their shots, setting in stone their eventful night.

Shot after shot the hours of darkness blurred with different flashes of the night. Merging with forgettable conversations and guts being spilt until the music fueled the men into dancing until they fell over on top of each other.

Eventually stumbling out into the street Johnny wrapped his arm around V’s shoulder as they made fun of the holograms in the windows display case. Both boys fumbling over one another. Hands beginning to wander.

Another flash. It wasn’t exactly known amongst the two as to how they ended up here. Now looking over the skyline of Night City. The lights of skyscrapers stretching into the sky wishing they were as high as the stars in near galaxies.

Johnny was sitting on the hood of the car. Meanwhile V was inside with the driver door wide open. It was like this for around thirty minutes. No words. No chit-chat. Pure silence. But oh were their thoughts running wild. That unscathed itch of wanted to drop everything and dive into their deepest darkest desires.

“Johnny…” V got out of his seat. The breeze made him puff his collar a bit to shield himself from the cold that kissed his skin. “I think you win— I can’t.” a desperate breath shook from his throat.

“Fuck. Glad you said something. I felt like I was about to explode.” Johnny wasted no time. He grabbed hold of the other desperate man. By his waist and pressed him against the hood of the car. It squeaked and rocked a bit with the new weight.

Hands immediately began to roam. Panting breaths and belts coming loose. Johnny was the first to rip V of his clothed pants, zipper down with his jeans being tugged down enough for V’s cock to spring free.

“Shit…” Johnny cursed. The sight in front of him was one to sit back and admire. A man of power, making a name for himself. Now under the sliver hand of a legend.

V sat on the hood of the car, his mouth slightly ajar as he let loose those noises flow like water. Groans, shaken breaths, and moans of want.

“Please…” V looked up, his brows furrowed in desperation. Johnny smirked.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Johnny grunted as he lifted V up. Pressing his palm into V’s chest. Forcing him down onto the hood of the car. The man now lying with his arms on each side to prop him to sit up just a bit. The Street Kids legs dangled freely beside Johnnys.

Silverhand pressed his weight against V’s chest, showing off how he was just a few inches taller. V gasped as he felt the cold sensation of silver fingers wrap around his cock. A chill tickled down his spine. Johnny made it clear that he was leading this dance.

Not daring to break eye contact Johnny continued his stroking at a moderate pace. The sounds of V’s voice edging out from his quivering lips made the man want to completely ruin him.

“Fuck! Johnny…!” V’s eyes were fixed at the sight of his length being stroked at such teasing paces. Fast then slowed down to an edging speed that was throwing the man into a whirlwind of moans and gasps.

His legs tensed. Then his shoulders and his mind began to flicker, the drug was doing its job. Johnny grabbed a fist of V’s shirt. Pulling the other man up to meet with his lips. All while still stroking. Johnny groaned into the kiss, his beard scratching up against V’s jaw.

It was becoming too much. The knot in V’s stomach was building, and soon to pop. Johnny knew that. And he would use that to leave the man completely ruined. As he ruined himself that night.

Johnny sped up his pace. Huffing out a teasing chuckle at the sight of V’s head rolling back with his mouth hung open. Fuck’s and Johnny’s slipped out from his breath.

“Johnny I— fuck!” V screwed his eyes shut. Thrusting his hips up into Johnnys hand to get that final edge.

Johnny let his hand loose. Straightening his back so he could get better view of V. The man beneath Silverhand looked completely shocked. And rightfully pissed.

“The hell Johnny!?”

“What? You really think I’m giving it to you that easy V?” Johnny shook his head. His dog tags rubbing against his rough vest. “This is fun shit. And I’m gunna have my fill. Turn around.”

“Huh really. You think I’m just some whore you can throw around?”

“Nah I don’t. But fuck these drugs are makin’ me feel like I can rip you apart, and build you back up again with my bare hands. So..? Maybe a little.” Johnny shrugged his shoulders a bit.

Johnny would be lying through his teeth if he said the drugs weren’t giving him a fucking wild ride right about now.

Taking three in the span of a few hours was not the greatest idea. It’d be only a few minutes from now until he couldn’t hold himself back.

“You gunna let me pound your ass or what V.” Johnny fidgeted with his fingers. Rolling them on the hood of the car in a simple pattern as he stared deep into V’s eyes.

“Jesus. Fuck it…” V groaned.

The Street Kid turned. Trying to hide his face from the legend. It was embarrassing for him, being positioned this way. Oh but did Johnny love it.

“Good boy.” Johnny smiled as he let free himself. The tent in his jeans no longer pressing against the combines of its tight prison.

“Can it. Or I’ll put a bullet in— Ah!— Holy shit!”

The cold sensation of Silverhands fingers pressing deep into the wet slick of V’s hole made the man almost collapse. The drug heightened everything. Everything.

V grabbed onto anything he could for support. Jesus if this was only his fingers then who knows what his impressive cock would even stimulate.

“Just something to keep that precious body in tack. Or more in one piece.” Johnny was about to lose it. That desperation he had been itching for this entire night would finally be granted.

Not much was giving with verbal warning. Only Johnny pressing the head against V’s ring. V inhaled sharply, biting his lip as he prepared.

“Fuuuuuck!”—

Johnny cursed past his clenched teeth as he slid deep inside. Both his hands latched onto V’s sides as he immediately began to thrust like a desperate dog. The drug began to make everything a blurry image.

Grunting, moaning, the car rocking back and forth in rhythm of the pounding, skin slapping against skin filled the noise around them. V was already gone. His eyes a pink hue as Johnny continued to fuck him against the car.

“John— ny—“

V was holding onto the car at any edge or hook he could have his hands grip. His cheek was pressed onto the hood while his body was pushed then pulled from the sleek metal.

Johnny was bent down. His nose pressed into the neck of the other while he bit onto his dog tags to silence himself a bit. If it weren’t for that he’d be a noisy mess.

Thank god they were in the middle of nowhere. Some pull out on the desolate side of Night City. Out in the cold plains. Crickets chirped and near coyotes whined.

Johnny pulled back. Looking down on the view caught his breath in his throat. Silverhands cock slipping in and out ruthlessly into V. Every thrust earned a moan or plead to “keep going, just like that.” And Johnny obliged. His grip tightened onto the street kids hips, it would bruise by morning.

Johnny lent back down again. Breathlessly praising V as his cock thrusted in and out.

“Such a needy bitch huh?”

“Says you— Aggh fuck.”

Johnny grabbed a fist full of hair. Giving the final push for the release they both were dying for. Johnny buried his face into V’s neck as the man on the hood began to grow less tense.

The feeling of your stomach dropping after you push over the final hill on a carnival ride. The sensation of that feeling drowned them both. It was almost unbearable. Slick from V’s tip strung out onto the grill of the car.

Johnny bit hard into V’s neck as he released. A deep growl erupted as he did. Few more sloppy thrusts into his hole to bury his slick deep inside.

Johnny kept his hands loosely on V’s hips. His head still lowered down onto the back of the boys neck.

“Shit— ah fuck.” Silverhand breathed out each word. His voice a low husk and a touch rasper then its usual.

“The drug did its thing.” V turned his torso a bit to get better view of Johnny.

“Yeah no shit Sherlock. Fuck. Why’d I take three…” Johnny shook his head like a disappointed father.

“You what.” V’s brows furrowed.

“I took three. Don’t ask. It’s a long and shameful story I’d rather forget.” Johnny reached into his pocket. Pulling out his favorite piece of candy, a cigarette.

Taking in one large huff, Johnny blew the smoke from his nose. “Ready for round two?”

—

“Fuck yeah.”

[silverhandjoytoys]

I got you, V.

Those words ricocheted off the walls of her mind, steadily growing louder with each passing second.

Told you that was a bad idea, but you just don't fuckin' listen.

Even when V was drifting somewhere between life and death, she could still hear the voice of the asshole rocker boy that lived in her.

The glitching was worse than it had ever been, making her feel as if her head was going to explode. She wasn't ready to die, but it seemed to be a foregone conclusion. It didn't matter how deep they went into finding a way to stop it, they were still so far away from a solution.

Come on, V, fight it.

Her eyes fluttered open sometime later. The smell of cigarettes and a dingy motel room filled her nostrils.

"Wha- fuck… Johnny?" She said, willing herself to sit up.

"Stay down, V. Need to take it easy." He appeared next to her, crouching next to the bed.

"What... where-" the room was blurred, objects barely formed as she tried to focus.

The only thing she could see clearly was Johnny. A hint of concern etched across his face, but she assumed it was just her vision.

"Brought you to a safe place. Those fucks won't find us here." Johnny said, answering a question she felt like she asked hours ago.

"Where... is here?" She struggled to return to full consciousness, head buzzing and vision distorting.

"Motel outside of the city. Stayed here a long time ago," he answered.

"This a they don't care if you vomit on the carpet kinda place?"

"Can't smell the aroma of vomit's past?" He asked with a little smirk.

V tried to laugh but she was hit with a shit storm of nausea and couldn't hold it back. She leaned over the edge of the bed and emptied the contents of her stomach at Johnny's feet.

"Barely missed me." He moved back.

V rolled back on the bed, feeling slightly better, "did you- how did you get me here?"

"Had to take your body over for a while. Only choice I had to keep you alive," he explained, stepping around her vomit to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Surprised I'm still alive after what you did the first time you were in control," she smirked and propped herself up against the headboard.

"Wasn't about to leave you in a pool of your own fluids." He kept his gaze on her.

V felt like she'd been hit by a truck, "thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you riding shotgun." She smiled slightly, trying to ignore the buzzing in her head.

"Guess there are some benefits to sharing the same body." He pulled a cigarette out and lit it.

There was something oddly comforting about it. Like a certain amount of stability had returned just from seeing him smoke. Normalcy in the midst of chaos.

"You ever wish you'd gotten stuck with someone else?" V asked.

"Someone with a dick maybe." He passed the cigarette to V.

"I can only imagine the chaos you'd cause if you had full access to someone's dick." She took the cigarette from his fingers.

Normally she wasn't one for smoking, but it was becoming a habit after a black out.

"You have terrible taste in sex partners," he chided.

"Still won't let the whole River thing go, huh?" V grinned and passed the cigarette back as she blew out a stream of smoke.

"A cop, V. You made me fuck a cop."

"Oh, then I can only assume you came too? Does that mean... you enjoyed it?" She grinned.

"Fuck you." Johnny shook his head and plucked the cigarette from her fingers.

"Had to feel good since you're feeling everything same as me. River is a God with his tongue." V pulled her knees up to her chest and watched Johnny take a long drag of the cigarette.

"Can we at least talk about future fucking? I should have a say," he said after a long silence.

"Okay, who did you have in mind?" V was curious if this was something he'd put actual thought into.

"Anyone with tits and a pussy." He said.

"That narrows it down a bit. I'm all for fucking chicks, but can we be a little more... selective?" 

"Selective? The fuck does that mean?" Johnny furrowed his brow.

"No back alley hookers for one." V explained.

"Joytoys need attention too, V."

"Wait, so you'll bitch about flirting with Judy, but you're okay with back alley hookers?" She asked.

"Don't get me started on Judy," he warned, passing her the cigarette.

"Sound a little jealous there, Silverhand."

"Never been jealous before, ain't about to start." He shook his head.

V grinned and scooted closer, placing her hand on his shoulder, "don't deny it, you get all grumpy when Judy's around." 

"Don't get grumpy either." He shrugged her hand off his shoulder.

V burst out laughing, even though it hurt to do so. "When are you not grumpy?"

"All the time, just said it," he replied without hesitation.

"Liar," V said, feeling his side for another cigarette.

"Told ya smoking is bad. No more," he grumbled, pushing her hand away.

"Seriously? Your first words when you crawled out of my psyche were where are my smokes." V reached for him again.

"No more. Need to keep your health up, what's left of it." He grabbed her wrist.

"Johnny, how do you feel when you're denied smokes?" She inquired.

"Doesn't matter what I feel, this is about you." He pulled another cigarette out and lit it.

"I'm literally getting taken over by you. Give me a goddamn cigarette." She reached for the one between his lips, but he caught her arms.

"Don't make me tie you up." He was able to hold her arms back with little effort.

If V hadn't been curious about him tying her up, she would've been concerned about her lack of strength.

"You wouldn't. Plus, you need me mobile so we can destroy shit."

"Not tonight, I don't. Told you to rest," he warned again.

"I'm not tired. At least let me sit up and smoke with you," V pushed, scooting closer to him.

"You're being more annoying than usual. Upset I used your body without permission?"

"Used my body would be an understatement. You took my body for a joyride." V tried for the cigarette again, this time winning the fight.

She knew it was only because he allowed her too though.

"Got you back in one piece, didn't I?" He asked.

"Barely. I'll need a week soaking in a tub and another week to sleep." She put the cigarette up to her lips.

"Gonna have to accept sleeping on a bed stained with bodily fluids and a shower that might not work."

"You couldn't bring me to a resort?" V joked.

"I brought you here for a reason, V," he admitted without so much as a glance in her direction.

V sat up a little more, "what reason is that? Getting tetanus?" 

"Can you stand?" He turned towards her.

"Yeah, wh-"

"Come over here." He stood without explanation.

V slid off the bed and stood up slowly, letting her legs adjust for a moment before straightening up. She shuffled towards the kitchen, trying to avoid the large stains on the floor.

"Open up that cabinet and lift up the bottom board." He leaned against the wall while she carefully crouched to open it up.

"What am I lookin' for?" She asked, searching for a good spot to lift up the board.

She popped the board out and sat it to the side. She reached in and grabbed two metal dog tags on a chain.

"Are these-"

"Mine." He answered.

V sat back against the wall, turning the tags in her hands, "they've been here all this time?"

"Had to pry that board up myself," he said, stepping in front of her.

"Johnny... I- why are you giving me these?" V felt the significance of the moment right away. Johnny wouldn't do something like that if it was meaningless to him.

"Never found anyone worthy of having them, not one, until I met you, V." Johnny struggled to look up at her.

"Johnny-"

"You had to accept me coming into your life with no warning. Probably know me better than anyone ever has." He watched as she put them around her neck.

"Really didn't have much of a choice, but I'll be honest, I like having you around," V replied, letting the tags rest between her cleavage.

"Of all the people I could've ended up stuck in, I'm glad it was you." 

The softest grin played on his lips and V realized it was the first time she'd seen him genuinely smile. No hint of anger, spite, or sarcasm at all.

She could've come back with a snarky comment like their usual banter but reconsidered. She couldn't ruin the surprisingly soft side he just revealed.

"I uh... thanks, Johnny. Means a lot." She stepped closer and kissed his cheek.

Johnny tensed and V froze, both of them realizing they'd never actually been this close to one another, even though they were connected. V placed her hand on his cheek and turned towards him, hesitating before pressing her lips to his softly.

V noticed his hesitation immediately and began to pull away, but he grabbed her hips and brought her back.

"You don't have to... I- I probably shouldn't have... "

He silenced her with a soft kiss that quickly turned harsh. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in closer, his lips moving perfectly against hers. When he finally released her she was in a daze, feeling like the breath had been taken from her lungs.

"Johnny, I-"

"Been curious about that." He said.

"Yeah? Why'd you wait so long?" She teased as she tried to regain her composure.

"Didn't think you wanted it. Why'd you waste your time on the cop?"

"Just can't let that go, can ya?" She laughed and leaned in for a hug.

"Never will. Still annoys me." He pulled her in and held her pressed against his chest.

"I wouldn't have fucked him had I known you wanted this." V was enjoying the softness of his touch as he ran his hands down her sides to her hips.

"Guess we need to communicate better," he said.

"And here I thought our problem was too much communication." She kissed his neck without thinking and paused, unsure if he was ready for more.

Johnny let out a soft sigh, "you need to rest."

"I'm not tired. Especially not now." V said, not moving away from him.

"Not really sure of this is a good idea." Johnny said.

"Since when do you worry about that?" V pressed her lips to his neck again.

"Since I started to like havin' you around," he admitted, but he made no move to stop you.

"Isn't that a good reason to keep going?" She pulled back, searching his expression for an answer.

"Relationships with me tend to break down once the fucking starts."

"It's not like you can leave though." V shrugged.

"Might not work out like you think." He  stood still and let her continue to kiss along his jaw.

"It might work out better than you think." V placed her hand on his chest.

"Stop and think it over before you keep doin' that, V." He let out a low grunt as she continued to kiss closer to his lips.

"Already thought about it, Johnny," she whispered, breath hot against his skin.

His hand was around her throat in an instant as he shifted their positions, pressing her back against the wall.

"Ain't no going back after. Sure you want this?" Johnny's lips were close, but just out of reach for her.

"Yes, Johnny. Tell me you don't?" She was already panting for him.

"Pretty sure you know the answer to that, V," he said softly.

"Then take what you want," she whispered, eyes darting between his eyes and lips.

"Exactly what I've always done and it usually doesn't end well."

"But not with me." V was struggling to keep from begging. 

"V-"

"Please, Johnny?" She asked softly, hoping he'd give in to what they both wanted.

He pulled her into a harsh kiss, making her moan at the sudden contact.

His hands moved down her sides to grab the hem of her tanktop and pull it over her head. The sound of his dog tags clinging as they fell back to her chest was like music to his ears.

Johnny returned his lips to hers as if he was dying for another taste. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him flush against her. His hands moved down to her pants, working at the button and her belt until he could push her pants down to her knees.

He had to concentrate on being gentle with her after what happened. That wasn't his usual style, but for her, he was willing to change things up. He was finally understanding why it could be satisfying to put someone else's needs above his own. V more than deserved that, especially after he was dropped unceremoniously into her psyche.

"Damn shoes." She sighed as she worked to get them off.

"No rush, V." Johnny said as he trailed his lips down her neck.

She finally got them off and shuffled out of her pants. She pulled him close and kissed him again, needing to feel his lips against her once more.

"We're going slow. Can't have you feeling worse." He slowly walked her towards the bed and gently laid her down.

"You don't have to treat me like glass, Johnny. Not gonna break that easy."

"No doubts that you're tough, V. But you need to take it easy." He crawled on the bed and peeled her panties off, settling between her thighs.

"Just relax," he said as he lowered his head and slid his tongue up her cunt.

V inhaled sharply at the feeling of his tongue flicking over her clit.

"Fuck, Johnny." She squirmed.

"Still, V." He ordered and ducked his head back down to focus on eating her out.

She gripped the sheets beneath her and tried to stay still, but it was proving to be a lot harder than she thought.

The only sounds in the room were her shallow breaths and the faint sound of Johnny's tongue lapping at her clit.

The bed creaked beneath her the harder he pressed her into the mattress.

"Johnny..." V panted for him the closer she got to coming.

"Let go for me, V." Johnny said.

She held on as long as she could, not ready for it to end.

"Don't be stubborn, V," he said, breath warm against her skin.

"You're the stubborn one, Johnny, remember?" She moaned as she squirmed beneath him.

Johnny grinned and dove back in, moving his tongue faster and easing two fingers into her. V bucked and writhed  until she couldn't hold on any longer.

"Fuck... don't stop- right there." She moaned loudly as she came.