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Share Your Toys | SilverV

Synopsis: V buys something new and odd and Johnny doesn't want to participate. All until he needs to show V just how to use.

Word Count: 2.1K

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand/Male!V

Warnings: nsfw/anal/dildo/sex toy/masturbation/degrading/slut shaming

Notes: I know I've only done one cyberpunk fic in the past. But I have this one and one more planned to post haha. I'm here for the male!v x johnny enjoyers

Does he feel a little ashamed buying one? No… Maybe. Just a lil. They had peaked his interest when he had spotted one, but he had much more pressing matters on hand.

So, here he is, with a six-inch dildo in hand.

It’s odd looking. It’s thicker at the tip than it is at the base. Being an ombre from a pink on the bottom to a pastel blue to the tip, it’s almost alien looking. With ridges on the underside that poke out a fair bit, V already knows this is going to be an odd sensation. Something funky to use to get his mind off of current things.

“There’s no way in fuck we’re sticking that thing up your ass,” Johnny snaps from the couch.

V sighs a gruntle noise. He tries to ignore Johnny but the rockstar taps his foot on the ground. He looks up to Johnny finally with a raised brow. He sits on the edge of his bed in only an old t shirt -one that use to be an outdoor shirt but slowly turned into a pj shirt with all the holes and grease stains in it. He sets the dildo on the bed next to him with another sigh.

“We?” V asks.

“Yes, we,” Johnny bites back. “I can feel everything you feel to an extent. And tonight, or any other, I don’t think I’m in the mood to have that thing shoved up my ass,” he says as he points to the dildo with a silver finger.

“You’ve never taken a dick before?” V mocks as he scoots up on his bed.

He makes himself comfortable and brings a bottle of lube with him in hand. Johnny leans back on the couch with his legs crosses over one another. He pushes his aviators up back to cover his eyes. The red glass reflects V on the bed, laid back with his shirt pooled over his crotch and thighs.

“I said I don’t want that,” Johnny grits out.

V rolls his eyes. “Just, leave me alone and I’ll forget you’re ever here. Go to whatever corner of my brain you normally go to when you don’t like something. It’s still my body, so I can do what I want and put whatever the hell I want in it.”

Johnny stares at V for a moment longer and for a split second, the merc feels very exposed. The rocker has seen everything before. Has done stuff to him before. But right now, the look he’s receiving is something different. Then, without a word, Johnny disappears in a glitch of blue and red static.

Good. Now he can continue in peace and use sex for a moment to forget about how shit life is.

Getting the first inch in is a struggle. Even with a lot of prep and a lot of lube, the tip is a tad thick. The stretch is a little overwhelming as V opens his legs out a bit further. He works himself little by little, letting the ridges of the fake cock rub up inside of him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

V stops all so that he can glare at the disturbance standing over him at the side of his bed. He’s gotten so use to Johnny popping up randomly that when he does, it doesn’t phase him at all now.

The rocker’s arms are crossed over his chest and he still wears those red aviators. He can see himself in them again. Legs apart, dick half hard between with a large cock spreading him open. And all Johnny does is frown.

V moves the dick, pushing it a little further into himself and watches Johnny’s face. And when the rocker’s face scrunches up into a scowl, soon followed by a shaky, quiet exhale that is a clear indication he’s trying to hide his reaction, V can only smirk.

As cockily as he can say with a cock up his ass, the merc grins, “How should I be doing it then?”

Johnny’s scowl only deepens. Yet, he disappears from where he’s standing and reappears in a wave of glitches and static in front of V. Bent over and looking over him without his aviators. Dark, brown eyes stare him that hold something dangerous.

Without a word, Johnny takes control of V’s spare arm and grabs a pillow behind him. He shoves it under V’s back that has the merc rolling his eyes. The pillow trick? Really?

“I can’t believe you’ve got me doing this,” Johnny grumbles under his breath.

“You’re the one that hopped in yourself, I could have done this on my own,” V interjects.

Johnny covers V’s hand that holds onto the base of the fake cock. “And have a shit time because you’re taking too long? I’d rather not sit back and have to experience that.”

“But you’d rather experience a misshaped dildo up my ass?”

Johnny only frowns at that, his brows furrowing together. Hard enough that it brings creases to his forehead and brings out his crow’s feet.

With a hard push, one that V wouldn’t have deemed himself ready, the cock is pushed halfway in. V throws his head back against the bed. The ridges of the dildo rub up against the part inside of him that makes everything tingle. The painful stretch of the cock has him trying to catch his breath. But it’s a pain that is welcome. Has him buzzing.

The thickness of the first half has him already feeling full. The ridges on the underside of the dildo rub up against all the good parts inside of him that adds to the dizziness in his head. He breathes heavily, soft whines hitching his throat as Johnny moves the cock inside of him before he can get use to the feeling. Slowly pulling out before pushing in where it was before. And God it feels so good. It has him gripping the sheets with his other hand, the other being held down by Johnny.

The rockstar lifts one of V’s legs up and props it over his shoulder so that he can settle in closer. V looks to Johnny through slitted eyes and the look on the rocker’s face only turns him on more.

Johnny’s mouth is parted, and he breathes in sync with V. Each time he pushes the cock inside of V, each time a little deeper, each time hitting his prostate, Johnny shivers and pants. The blue of the cock all but disappears into V’s ass, leaving only the pink half to take down. God he’s quickly enjoying this as much as V is. Who knew the rockstar could have a little fun.

Being trapped on a biochip must do that to someone though. But by whatever God there is, is it hot to see Johnny become a little desperate. He’s so focused on the fake cock that his own hips move in sync faintly.

Johnny growls, -something that V never expected to hear- and pushes the rest of the cock inside of V. It slips in easily, the base being narrower than the first half. And everything feels like it short circuits inside of V, as if his cyberware doesn’t know what’s happening. His back arches as he groans deep within his throat. The cock is so wide and girthy it stretches him greatly. It makes him feel full and has him twitching. Each movement has the ridges grinding up inside of him and each time that happens, a small hiccup of moans are forced from his mouth. He can’t help himself. This feeling is wild and he’s glad that he bought this.

Johnny on the other hand. He’s bent over V trying to catch his own breath. He doesn’t need to breath but it bloody feels like he can’t intake air. Every time V moves and shifts, a wave of pleasure pulses through Johnny that has him shivering and twitching. He can feel himself grow hard in his leather pants. He’s not meant to be into this but by god does it feel great.

He catches his breath before pulling cock out of V to the tip, the sweet sound of moans and groans coming with it. With a forceful push, he shoves the entire six inches back into the merc, the blue disappearing along with the pink. And there it is again, the wave of pleasure and tingles from V that has Johnny shivering and groaning deep in his chest.

He begins slowly pumping the fake cock inside of V, revelling in the raw feelings and sensations that come from the merc’s end. He can feel V’s pain and those friendly pats to his shoulders from strangers. All of those are faint, like passing by a soft blowing vent. But this, this has Johnny’s head spinning and his code glitching.

V other hand comes back down to stroke his hardening dick. He grinds his teeth together at how overstimulating such a simple touch is. God he’s not going to last much longer if Johnny keeps this up. Especially with the pace quickening with every pass of his prostate.

Johnny begins panting loudly as he quickens the pace. Each time it fills V up in the right places and stretches him a little painfully. But that sting is something that feels so good. He matches his stroke on his dick with Johnny, letting him take the full reigns even though he knew he was fucked when the rocker popped back up again to make his comments.

V gets lost in everything, letting his mind go to this moment right now. Forgetting about everything that’s fucked him over in life. Johnny pushes the cock fully in and lets it sit there for a moment. All so he can swat V’s hand off his dick and replace it with his own. The feeling of Johnny’s metal hand on his dick is cold and brings a harsh gasp out of his mouth.

V meets dark brown eyes that stare at him. There’s something different there that the merc can’t quite place. Maybe because he’s having trouble reciting the alphabet or he’s completely forgotten what day it is. His mind is a jumble. But he knows that that dark look within those eyes is something akin to…

“You’re such a slut, you know that?” Johnny quips in between his own panting.

And there it is. Johnny’s comments. Why should V be surprised?

“Yeah and-“ The comeback V was going to make is lost as Johnny moves the dildo inside of him.

He grinds it into him shallowly, letting it rub up against everything inside and makes his entire gut and head to buzz. And in time with the movement, he strokes V’s dick, his thumb flicking and rubbing over the tip each time strokes up.

V grabs onto the blanket again, still letting Johnny guide his other hand on the fake cock. Everything is going crazy. He can’t help but grunt and whine like a two eddie whore.

“Yeah,” Johnny groans out. “You sound like one too.”

V can feel himself coming closer and closer. If Johnny keeps this same pace, he can get there quickly.

“My little slut, how does that sound?” The words are spoken deeply, gravelly.

And it all goes straight to V’s dick. He cums as if a freight train just hit him. His Kiroshi’s become spotty for a second, the black spots disappearing slowly after a while as his eyes recalibrate. He can’t catch his breath for a moment and when he opens his eyes, Johnny is gone.

For a split second, V feels a bit of panic, but as soon as it comes, Johnny appears back again in a storm of glitches and static. He’s hunched over V with a wide expression upon his normally grouchy features. He pants and shakes. He gulps, trying to collect himself. But whatever V felt, Johnny did as well ten fold it seems.

V slips the alien like dildo out of him with a pop and a groan, and throws it aside on his bed. He’s too worn out to worry about anything other than the rockstar leaning over him.

He reaches up and pats Johnny’s face. The simple touch has brown eyes latching onto V.

“Was it worth it?” V asks.

“No.”

“Not even a little?”

Johnny sits up straight, still kneeling in between V’s legs. He runs a hand down his face and lets his gaze run down the merc’s body. His eyes linger on V’s still leaking cock and the cum splattered over his stomach and tattoos. He’d be wrong if didn’t admit this was all a little hot. It’s all in how V pants and shakes from the orgasm still, his chest and stomach rising rapidly with each breath.

Johnny swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing on his throat. “A little then, yeah,” He grumbles.

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gococogo · 7 days

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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.

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