#river ward romance

[hornyjorny]

𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚

river ward x fem! v

warnings- fluff with smut??? mostly gross fluff18+, this is seriously nasty lovey dovey shit, soft sex, v is tired, sad as fuck and injured, v and river are disgustingly in love, johnny cameo bc he's annoying as fuck, gentle dom!river, sub!v, slight angst but mostly fluff, creampie+fingering+oral (f receiving)

wc: 5.1k

It’s been a shitty day. 

Your body aches. Aches from the constant misfiring of your brain. Your head feels like it's on fire, each thought a searing ember tearing through your consciousness. You’re bloodied, battered, bruised and exhausted— but shit, at least you’re almost home— and River’s there waiting for you. 

Tonight was supposed to be a respite from the chaos, a date night with River that you had been looking forward to for days. But as the hours stretched on and the assignments piled up, it seemed like time had betrayed you. You don’t even remember the last time you’ve taken a break. 

Your eyes blur as you step into the elevator— your legs begin to wobble. Your head hurts— and you feel like you can barely fucking stand. Your eyes flutter shut as you step through the doors, immediately slouching against the wall to soothe your aching muscles before your eyes flutter shut. 

Your condition was worsening. 

Johnny's presence in your mind is no longer just an annoyance—it's agony. He's there, unable to do anything but watch himself wreak havoc upon your brain.  

All you ever wanted was to make it big. 

Friends you’d laughed and fought alongside with are now fucking gone, swallowed by the unforgiving streets of Night City. Your job as a mercenary isn’t much better- it ensures that danger’s your constant companion, a perilous dance where survival was the one and only goal at the end of the day. And now, you found yourself entangled in Arasaka's web, tethered to the engram of the long-gone Johnny Silverhand—a construct that was slowly eroding your very existence from within. 

But amidst that darkness, there was River Ward. 

River's presence at your side was the one solid, the one steady anchor amidst the turmoil of the world. His arrival in your life was a bittersweet revelation, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there’d always be that little glimmer of light. He was a constant amidst the chaos, a steadfast presence that anchored you in a sea of uncertainty. His kindness, his unwavering support, had chipped away at the walls you've built around yourself.

With River, you had found something you couldn't, and wouldn't, let go of. But the weight of your own impending demise pressed heavily on your chest, a reminder that time was slipping through your fingers like sand. Everything you’d ever known was slipping away, slowly but surely. 

Your thoughts are pushed aside as the metal elevator doors open with a ‘ding!’ 

“Time to snap out of it, sweetheart. Cop’s waiting for ya.”

You hadn’t even noticed Johnny until now. Your eyes flutter open— and for just a moment, you’re grateful for your digital companion’s presence. You step through the looming metal doors, your mind buzzing, your tired legs beginning to tremble as you attempt to navigate yourself to your apartment. You’re fucking determined to make it home to River, even as your muscles scream and ache in protest. 

Finally, you reach your apartment. Your heart pounds in your chest as you unlock the pneumatic door with a shaky swipe of your thumb. 

“V?”

Sheer relief floods over your senses at his voice alone. Before you know it, you’re met with the warmth of River's presence in front of you— worried gaze bearing into yours, before his eyes slide down to examine the rest of your bloody, weak body. 

“Hey," he said softly, his voice a gentle caress that swept over your tired senses. The soft white glow of his mechanical gaze captured every nuance of your exhaustion. But beyond that, he saw the pain you carried, the knowledge of your own impending demise that weighed heavily on your shoulders. 

A shaky smile forms on your lips. The sight of him, his unwavering presence, was a balm to your aching soul. Fuck, you were just glad to be able to come home to him. But then your weakened trembling legs finally gave way beneath you, the exhaustion hitting you like a tidal wave. As you began to sink, River's strong arms were there to catch you, his touch steady and reassuring. 

“You know..” He holds you up with a tenderness that spoke volumes, his hands gentle as they brushed against your weary frame. His eyes met yours, concern and love intermingled in their depths. "..I would’ve picked you up, V.”

You let out a shaky breath, your facade cracking as the weight of the day and the pain you were in threatened to overwhelm you, tears burning at the corners of your tired eyes. 

“You don’t have to deal with this all alone.”

That was the catalyst for you. 

River wasn't the type of person you were used to. This time, you had found someone who really fucking cared. The love you felt for him was real—a force that pushed you forward even when everything else seemed to be falling apart and crumbling around you. 

"I know," you admitted, your voice a soft admission of vulnerability. "But I just... I really wanted to see you."

His embrace tightened, and you felt as if he could shield you from the world with his arms alone. Tears finally spill from your burning eyes, falling down your bloody cheeks as you let out a choked sob. You didn’t want to have to lean on him. Didn’t want him to see you like this. All you wanted, all you’ve been looking forward to all week, was a night alone with River. 

“Oh, V..” He sighs, reaching up to your face with his ganic’ hand to wipe away the tears that dampened your cheeks, metal hand holding your waist in place. His touch was so soothing and warm that chased away the pain, if only for a moment. “What am I gonna do with you?”

You took a shaky breath, emotions slowly ebbing as you meet his gaze. “I don’t know, River..”

Your voice was a whisper, fragile and raw, as you  admitted what you needed most. What you craved. You wanted him— needed him. 

“But I need you, I know that.”

As if sensing your need, River's huge arms envelop you, pulling you into a hug that's both comforting and electrifying. His heartbeat is a steady rhythm against your ear, and you cling to him as if he's your lifeline in a sea of uncertainty. 

A little weakened whimper escapes your throat as he wraps his big arms around you again.  “I just… I need you to love me.”

His response was immediate, his fingers intertwining with your hair as he held you close. "I do love you, V. More than you know. I don't need you to be perfect, V," he murmurs against your hair, his breath a warm whisper that ignites a fire within your bones. "I just need you."

Your lips press against his, and in his arms, you finally feel ready to let go, surrendering to the vulnerability you’ve avoided for so long. The weight of the world, of the engram's presence in her mind, of the looming threat of your very own mortality, becomes a burden you two share together. River's love is a lifeline, grounding you in the midst of your shitshow of an internal storm. 

“Need you to show how much you love me,” you whisper. 

In that moment, vulnerability meets strength, and River's eyes hold a depth of understanding that surpasses words. He smiles at you so sweetly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead that makes your heart swell. “Course, V. That’s all you need to say..” He whispers. 

“But first, we gotta clean you up.” 

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River’s attempting to help you undress in the most gentle way possible as to not disturb your scratches and bruises. His deft fingers work to shrug off your strapped jeans, and you’re able to shrug off your jacket and peel off your top with no problem. And for a second, he can’t help but to stare at you bloodied, broken skin, and his heart just fuckin’ breaks. Of course, it’s your job to do dangerous shit, you put your life on the line all the time, but it still fucked him up whenever you came home like this. It wouldn’t be the first time you have, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

He moves on to cleaning up your cuts as carefully as possible, doing his absolute best as to not cause additional discomfort. 

The familiar burn of desire burned through you as his warm hands traced over your bare skin, taking great consideration in mending your wounds, even occasionally pressing his lips to your damp skin now and again. But you push it aside for now— you just want to enjoy his presence. 

He helps your trembling body into the shower, and the warm water cascades over your bodies, soothing your sore muscles and washing away the remnants of the night's chaos. The soothing scent of lavender washes over you as his gentle hands cascade over your skin away from the wounds. Your cuts sting against the hot water, and your legs ache a little from having to stand, but you push the pain aside— you’re focused on River, and River only. 

The quiet intimacy of the moment speaks volumes, the unspoken understanding that exists between you two a lifeline you never expected to find.

His big hands trace over your skin, and every little touch is gentle, reassuring as he washes away the blood and grime, calloused fingertips brushing against your lower stomach and setting your mind aflame with burning desire. His touch is soothing, tender— and it sends little shockwaves of heated desire through your core. 

You lean into his chest, a little whimper escaping your lips as his metal fingertips trail down your sides finding comfort in his embrace despite the pain that courses through your body. It's the one fucking moment you’ve been waiting for all week—and you cherish it with your entire heart. 

Both of River’s hands slide down to your waist. He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead before letting out a soft murmur against your wet skin. 

“Still need me to show you how much I love you, or do you wanna settle down?”

You’ve wanted him, needed him, for so long now, you just can’t hold back any longer. You need him— and you need him now. “No,” you rasp. “Want you.”

His hands slide torturously slow up past your waist, torso, and up to your chest. With a little hum, his big hands move up to cup your breasts before sliding his rough fingers against your nipples before stopping abruptly. “Y’sure?” 

You nod enthusiastically, a raspy and desperate “please” escaping from your tired lips. 

“I’ll be gentle tonight. Promise,” River mumbles in your ear. 

At this point, you need him. In River’s arms, the world seems to still— and you can only focus on him— the way he lets out soft groans whenever you accidentally grind against him from his consistent teasing, the way he towers over your much shorter frame, literally holding you up with his strong arms alone… 

“Well shit, at least you can die happy now.”

You swear you need to get this motherfucker out of your head as soon as possible. You’re too tired to fight Johnny right now. You don’t even open your eyes at this point— River’s making you feel too good enough for you to care. 

His hands move down your chest, tracing away every little cut and scrape as his hands glide against your lower body, carefully observing the way you whimper and shudder underneath his careful touch. Metal fingers dig into your ass as his other hand trails between your plush thighs, spreading them apart as his finger carefully slides between your soaked folds. 

You don’t know why every single one of his touches send electric shocks to your core. A high-pitched whine escapes your lips, and you don’t even notice the way your legs shake violently underneath you— you just feel too good. 

You do, however, notice when he pulls away— left arm wrapping around your waist to give your weak legs some rest as his other hand reaches over to shut the shower off. A little whimper escapes your tired lips, and his metal fingers tap against your cheek. “Let’s get you comfortable first, ‘kay? Don’t want you to fall.” 

When you two step out of the shower, your body feels tired yet renewed, the pain momentarily eased by the care he's shown. River wraps your trembling body in a warm towel, his embrace a promise that transcends the challenges you two face together. You allow him to scoop you up into his big arms, and it’s almost laughable how vulnerable you really feel. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t cherish it. 

River's arms remained steadfast around you as he lifted you gently, cradling you like a fragile treasure. Your head rested against his chest, your body bone-weary and battered, but in his arms, you found a sanctuary. He carried you to the bed, each step a reassurance that he was here, that you weren't alone in this struggle.

Gently, he lowered you onto the bed, onto the soft pillows below, his touch tender as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The dim light cast soft shadows across the room, the neon glow from the city outside seeping through the windows. The world beyond may have been chaotic, but here, in this moment, it was just you and River. Not even Johnny dared to fuck with you right now. 

A soft hum escapes his lips, leaning down to cup your cheeks with both of his hands. His steel fingertips dance across your cheek as your lips crash into his, before he pulls away from you. His hands trail down the sides of your body, carefully making sure to avoid any cuts or bruises, oh-so-gently. 

He smiles when a shiver wrecks throughout your body, before he sinks down to your damp thighs, shut tightly as he looms over you.

 “Open up for me?” He taps his mechanical hand against you, and with a shaky breath, you open your legs— exposing yourself to the cool night air. 

“Pretty girl..” River whispers, spreading your soaked folds apart with a smug grin, before licking a firm stripe up to your clit. He presses his tongue up against it, and laughs when his lil merc gets flustered at the vulgar sight. He looks up at you again— the soft glow of his metal eye bearing into yours, and fuck, he’s so cute, smiling like a dumbass as he devours you whole. 

His gaze leaves yours as his gaze trails over your tired body, admiring every little scar, every little bruise, and every little freckle. He can’t help it— he just fucking loves every little bit of you. 

River loves the way you tremble underneath the soft touch of his cold metal hands— cherishes the way you look up at him with your cheeks flushed red.. hair messy and your makeup all smudged, hands fighting for purchase against the sheets as your chest heaves, and you let out tiny whimpers..

River loves how he’s the one you seek solace from— how you allow him to help you relax after a long, shitty day, allowing him to spread your pretty thighs for him. 

Internally, River is so grateful for your presence— so fucking grateful that you’ve stayed by his side, aiding him and his family. But beyond that, he loves you for you. Loves you for that stupid goofy side of yours— he genuinely enjoys your presence. 

 River loves his lil’ mischievous, dangerous mercenary. He loves the person underneath that rough n’ tough exterior you hold yourself to. 

He doesn’t even know where he’d fucking be without you. He doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if he never met you. Never would’ve had a chance at saving his nephew— wouldn’t have a chance to experience those sweet summer nights laying in the back of his truck, miles away from the City just to admire the stars… never would’ve had the chance to spend countless nights just enjoying one another’s presence— and loving one another like it was your last fuckin’ day on earth. 

Except the last part rings far too true. 

You’re his person— how can he deny it? 

He sees your strength, the physical and mental scars from long ago, the pain, and the fire that burns within you like akin to the likes of nobody else. It fucking hurts him, so desperately so, to see you struggle like this. Fucking hurts to see the cursed cards life has given you. 

So tonight, he’s determined to show you just how much he loves you. 

He’s brought back to reality by your cute sniffles as he continued to toy with your aching cunt. 

“F—Fuck, River…” An errant moan escapes your lips, back arching as your hands scramble for purchase on his big shoulders as his tongue fucks you dumb. 

He looked so proud, so smug as his eyes fluttered half-shut, a dumb grin plastered across his face. He uses his metal hand to pin your thigh further apart— your leg beginning to shake adorably as he continues to lap at your drenched cunt. 

He doesn’t miss a single spot—kissing up and down your plush thighs, then back to your dripping folds. Each time you would whine, he’d just make out with your throbbing clit before it turns to unfair sucking and slurping.

His nose brushes against your folds and it makes sweet little whimpers and cries of his name fall from your pretty lips. 

When his tongue and jaw begin to ache, he gazes up at you with the entire bottom half of his face completely soaked. He rests his chin on your thighs for just a moment— a smug little grin plastered across face before he presses a single thick digit between your folds, before he looks up at you again. 

“You sure you can handle this tonight, V?”

You gush a little at his words, and you nod back, the burning desire in your chest ready to burst at any fucking second. “Don’t wanna stop,” you whine. 

River smiles again, his large finger slipping into you again. The sight alone of his finger pumping against your tight walls, the sight of him flicking his tongue against your desperate aching clit, was far too much for you to handle at once. Soft little shivers escape your lips as your body trembles, this time not out of hurt, but out of the sheer overwhelming pleasure River provides you. 

He insets a second finger, stretching out your tiny hole. He’s too much— and you love it. His tongue flicked against your throbbing clit before he closed his lips around the bud, all while his thick, long, rough fingers pump in and out of you. 

The way your tight hole clenches around his thick fingers nearly sends him over the fucking edge. He’s painfully hard at this point, but by God, is he ever so determined to help his little merc cum after a hard day. 

“Rivveeeeerrrr,” you hiccup, your hands coming down to attempt to grab and claw at his big wrists, but River just looks up with a smug grin on his face, his cock beginning to throb in his sweats again. “m’ close..” You whisper into the night air. But River just stares up at you to watch the way you unfold for him as your cunt trembles below his tongue. 

“So soon, baby?” 

You love it, but by fuck, it’s just too much for you. You’re literally ready to burst any-fucking second now. At this point, you’re so, so out of it. Purely just fucked dumb by River’s tongue and fingers alone— and you’d have it no other way. Your cunt’s starting to tremble and shake, and you can’t control the wetness dripping down your plush thighs. Your hips squirm and buck up against his face, desperately trying to ride out your high, and he only groans against your wetness in response. “L-Love youuuuuu….” You whine weakly. River responds back with a groan against you. 

The burning knot inside of you finally unravels when he latches his lips onto your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull, and the high-pitched whines and begs for more escaping your lips are damn-near unrecognizable. Your hands claw desperately at his big beefy shoulders, tears rolling down your flustered cheeks as you finally let go of your orgasm— and you gush into his mouth and soak the sheets below with cute whimpers and whines of “thank you’s” and “m’ sorry’s” as he spreads your shuddering legs further apart beneath you— still lapping at your soaked hole. 

“Mmm… that’s my girl.”

His voice is raspy and low before you whine. River growls against you as you pant and shake beneath him as his tongue swipes against you to clean up your mess. You look down at yourself, at River— and fuck, you’re both soaked. 

…And so are the sheets below. 

You’re a shaking, whiny, wet mess when he pulls away, a string of your slick connecting to his lips as he places a sloppy kiss to your wet folds. Fuck. But you didn’t want him to stop. Sure, you’re sore as hell, but by God, you just wanted, you fucking needed more.

“Riveeerr…” you hiccup again. 

His big hands drop your thighs onto the soft mattress below, and both of them come up to rest against your flushed cheeks, soft eyes bearing into yours, filled with a soft, genuine concern as you let out a desperate whimper. 

“Need you to fuck me. Please.”

A little dumb smile forms on his face. 

“I’ve gotcha.” 

He positions himself between your soaked thighs, lining his fat tip against your puffy and swollen folds, metal hand sliding down to guide his throbbing cock into your tight soaked hole. 

His cockhead nudges your clit accidentally, and you moan before staring deeply and intensely at each other for just a brief moment— eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration for one another. 

River pushes the rest of himself inside, and he almost knocks the fucking wind out of you as your hole attempts to take the stretch. After nearly two weeks, you forgot how fucking big he was, and you can barely form a coherent thought as he drags his hips so deliciously against yours as he softly reassures you. 

“Fuck, V— always takin me so well,” River sighed softly while balls deep inside, internally noting your heavy breathing and shaky legs as you struggled to take him. It’s been a little while. 

A squeal falls from your parted lips as he splits you in two so softly, hands moving to wrap around your ankles as he slowly thrusts his hips into yours. His eyes are focused on the way your tight cunt takes him soo nicely. Your little whimpers and sobs for more cause him to bite into his lip— you’re so fucking cute like this, and he’s so fucking lucky to have you. He loves to fuck his little mercenay nice and thorough, just wanting to treat you good after a tough day at work. 

He almost loses his composure when little begs of “harder, please!” escape your lips. Truthfully, he’d love nothing more than to pound you senseless into the mattress, but shit, he doesn’t wanna hurt you tonight. Your body was already sore enough. Even he knew that. 

“Can’t, V. Don’t wanna hurt you,” River’s voice rasps against your ear in response to your begs. 

A little disappointed whimper falls from your lips, and you wrap your weak arms around the back of his neck. 

“I know, I know..” River bows forward, almost mounting you entirely, and this slight movement pushes his cock further in. You whine, wiggling your hips against his slow thrusts to chase the fleeting pleasure that stemmed from his movement. Internally, you’re so so grateful for him. He looks so fucking cute, you swear it— your heart flutters at the sight of him, attempting to move as gently as possible but absolutely struggling to do so, the occasional whimper escaping his lips.. fuck, it kills you. 

You’re so fucking grateful for the way he makes you feel. The way he distracts you from your pain with soft licks and gentle thrusts is just entirely unmatched, and so is the way he loves you oh-so-gently. The sheer amount of pleasure he’s providing you with is insane, and your eyes can’t help but to flutter shut as shockwave of euphoria shoot through your entire body every time he slowly bottoms out within you. You love River Ward, and you couldn’t have it any other way. 

River’s thrusts refuse to relent, even as your tight cunt squeezes around him. He huffs, feeling fully endeared. You look utterly fucked dumb— your hair’s all messy and splayed out on the pillows below you, your eyes are shut tight, nothing but little whimpers escaping your lips. River just wants to make sure you’re okay before he starts to move again. 

“Hey,” he whispers down at you as he pats your cheek gently. “Anyone home, V?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, fucked-out eyes slowly zoning back in on your boyfriend. 

River smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “There's my girl.”

Then, he straightens back up again, his hands returning to their purchase on your ankles. You keen to the ceiling when he drags his cock out slowly, and you unconsciously squeeze your thighs around him before he gently separates your legs again. 

River’s eyes are confused and glazed over as he pushes himself into you again. He allows you to latch onto him— he swears you’re so fucking cute when you whimper into his neck, sharp nails clawing at his back.. It’s just fucking addicting. He’s too focused on the way your cunt takes him in so well— your cries and tears of pure bliss causing him to bite his lip back in a groan. 

River’s buried deep inside when you begin to clench around him, and he’s shoved deep inside of you when you feel your second orgasm approaching, and you let out little cries of “I’m’ close again!” and he’s staring down at you as your hips attempt to crash against his, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull— tears streaming down your cheeks. You could barely breathe. Your breaths are shaky and weak against the cool apartment air, and you’re just so so fucking needy— you can only focus on him. 

You lean up as best as you can to hide your face in the crook of his neck and he lowky moans— his hands moving to guide your hips. 

“C’mon, baby. Let it out for me.”

Your lips fall ajar at his command, feeling how his cock massaged your walls oh-so tenderly before your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you gushed again. You relish the whimper that escapes his lips as you cum again, but he refused torelent, the sound of your cunt squelching filling the room as he continues to fuck himself into you. The pressure inside of you finally snaps— and you let a loud high-pitched cry escape your lips as your back arches against the mattress. His rough hands move down to dig into waist before your little bucks begin to slow—gushing still all over him dumbly. 

His thrusts finally begin to falter, his eyes fluttering, the soft mechanical one flickering a little bit as he bites into his bottom lip to keep himself from whimpering. Fuck, you’re just so good— he can’t help the needy noises that escape his throat. He swallows back a whimper— and a low “m’ gonna cum” falls from his lips. 

“Please,” you whimper weakly against him— cunt clenching again as he continues to fuck you. “Need you, Riv…”

Your words were the catalyst for him. With one more harsh thrust, he pushes himself into you, allowing himself to deep inside. River’s large body trembles as he cums, euphoria washing over him as both eyes flicker shut. You’re both fucking exhausted, and you two stay still— chasing the remnants of your long awaited euphoria. 

The world around you seems like it’s stilled— it’s been replaced by a sense of calm that settled over you like a soft embrace. River's steady breathing beside you was a soothing rhythm, a lullaby that lulled you into a peaceful state of mind. 

“Thank you..” you weakly mumble as he pulls out, his seed spilling from your weak hole, slipping down your thighs. 

He flops onto his side as you flop back against the pillows, pulling your trembling and sore into his big arms with ease as your eyes flutter shut and your chest heaves. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead— his hands reaching up to sweep your hair away from your dampened skin. 

“Let yourself get some rest.." he whispered, his voice a calming melody that enveloped you. "You’re safe with me tonight.”

Fuck. 

His words cause tears to burn at the corners of your eyes, a testament to the weight that you had been carrying. Your walls had crumbled, the armor you had worn for so long had fallen away, and in this vulnerability, you felt a strange mix of relief and fear. River had always been there, a constant amidst the chaos, and now, as he held you in his arms, you allowed yourself to lean on him.

“I love you, V,”  His metal fingertips brush against your cheek, wiping away remnants of stray tears. “You don’t need to be afraid to lean on me sometimes.”

A tremor ran through your body, a mixture of exhaustion and the emotions that had been pent up for far too long. You turned into his touch, your head finding the crook of his neck as you nuzzled against him. His scent, a comforting blend of familiarity and safety, enveloped you, and you allowed yourself to fully let go. “I know.”

“I love you too, Riv.”

And as his arms held you close, you allowed yourself to embrace the solace he offered, to find comfort in his embrace, and to let go of the burdens that had held you captive for so long. You allow yourself to drift off to sleep, nested in his embrace, allowing the world to dissipate around you. In the silence of the room, the distant hum of the city's chaos seemed to fade away. It was just you and River, bound by something deeper than the turmoil that surrounded you. 

#this fic is 100% purely self indulgent btw #river ward x reader #cyberpunk smut #river ward #cyberpunk 2077 fic #joce writes #river ward romance #v x river ward #river ward x v

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Stomping Ground - River Ward x Fem! V Reader

tags: NSFW, MDNI, established relationship River Ward, Johnny Silverhand: Resident Cockblock™, non-canon background of River/Panam/Joss/Saul, pregnancy talk, br33ding kink/mention/actions, in heat mention/action, cumplay, mating press, wrap it before you tap it psa, double orgasm, doggy style, cervix mention, pillow talk, creampie

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synopsis: Panam tells you something about boyfriend River you're sure you'd never noticed before.

a/n: y'all ever watch reservation dogs? i got this idea from that because the man mentioned with that line looked like riv...also, absolutely feral feminine urge to climb through my television to sex this man

There was a clear and definitive space you carved out for River in your life. It wasn't necessarily prominent at first, but you realized it slowly over time.

Not that the man didn't want to meet your "friends", moreso accomplices, and your handler; he definitely did, but knowing River's do good bleeding heart, you knew he'd try to get you out of it as soon as possible.

However, you began to notice the lines starting to blur a bit more. River started picking you up at your apartment to take you back to his place (even though you'd practically moved into the trailer with him).

Judy and Rogue were starting to mention your time spent outside of Night City, how the ever beating sun in the desert was doing wonders for your sickly complexion.

Obviously, Johnny wasn't any different. The individualist that was not on the River Hype Train.

"He's still a bootlicker, V. You're sleeping with a corrupt puppy."

His bitching and moaning was relatively drowned out, though, by someone who shared similar stomping ground with River.

Panam.

It wasn't often you hung out with her, she usually only called to ask for something, but when you two were together, she was the most herself about your relationship.

That saying that Panam was her normal cool demeanor version of gushy about you being infatuated with the ex-cop.

You'd asked her if she knew him, and she repeated the stomping ground. There was once a time, she mentioned, that her and Joss could see each other on opposite sides of the fence.

She never dwelled on it, only mentioned that little River had the longest braids. That she'd sit on a hill and admire how his sister brushed his hair back with her fingers and braided it almost all day.

Panam scoffed by the fire then, taking a swig of her tequila then offered you the bottle. She leaned over to nudge your shoulder, still staring at the bright orange flames dancing before you two.

"All I know is that Saul used to say boys of the Pomo tribe," Panam hiccuped halfway through her sentence. "can impregnate you with a single gaze."

You practically wasted the alcohol you swigged, the clear liquid dribbling from your mouth at Panam's statement. Of course, it was meant as a warning to young Panam and probably a lot of young Aldecado girls.

But it was funny and vulgar to imagine that sentiment still standing true. And that sent a shock straight to your core.

Because you hadn't seen that gaze of River's yet.

Or maybe you'd been ignoring it.

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You woke up the next morning after driving through the desert back to River's. Climbing into bed with him the night before, Panam's stories about him weighed in your heart.

Reaching an arm out to pull River close, you realized he'd already gotten up. You sat up, tossing the bedsheet away and kneeled on the bed to stretch.

River had offered yet another one of his shirts to you, this one a Night City Police Academy heather grey. The sides were cut off, hardly holding your breasts back and revealing your bare ribs.

"Good morning beautiful," River chimed, brunting his door open by his hip with two cups of coffee in hand.

You sat down heavily, the bedsheets puffing around your ass before settling. "Good morning yourself."

You reached out for the coffee cup River offered you, taking in his standard pajama attire. With an approving hum, you brought the coffee cup to your lips and sipped.

"You read my mind," you praised, shutting your eyes to revel in the warm liquid traveling down inside.

River spared a breath from his nose, doing the same as you straightened up again. You took another quick sip then set it on the windowsill, turning to River.

And there it was.

That had to be it.

Because your chest tightened in the same way you knew something good was about to happen. And your body was certainly open to it.

"Hard pass!" Johnny screeched in, crossing his arms before your face like a no-bone referee. "Not while I'm around!"

Your loving gaze to River was directed as frustration to Johnny S. Cricket. "Shut up, I'm steering this one."

"Babies and Johnny don't freakin' mix, V!"

You grit your teeth and muttered from the corner of your mouth. "Panam didn't mean it literally. Take the backseat."

Johnny buzzed around the room in soft glitches. "Oh hell no! You think I'm gonna let you play house when we had a deal? I'm not sitting by while you piss away our chances, V, for a freakin' meter maid!"

Your sultry smile turned sickened, actively reaching up your neck to yank Johnny's relic out and deal with consequences later. "Last chance, Johnny. Otherwise, I'll reset us both."

Johnny blew a harsh raspberry at you, zipping to your side to whisper in your ear. "Fine, but don't cry to me when I don't take the reigns to change a goddamn diaper."

Then he shut up and disappeared.

And River's glare was still there. Still baring into and lighting a new type of flame under your skin. Keeping your chest tightening and your breath quickening.

It was a subtle glare, one that you were sure he'd given to the back of your head before. One eyebrow barely cocked, his molten brown eye softened a single degree. And maybe it was something about him always looking so hardened, but this look was softer by an nth.

His lips were absolutely kissable, curved into a smirk. And how could this single glare make you want him so badly?

And how long could he keep this single glare up? Because there was work to be done.

You felt yourself turning into a bitch in heat by that glare, sitting up straighter and angling your body at him. Knees inched apart minutely, but enough for River to notice.

His interest piqued with a minute tilt of his chin; he blindly reached to his side and set his coffee cup on his nightstand.

You kept his gaze, feeling every breath tearing through your burning chest. And you needed to be naked.

River's glare willed it to be. His hands found his waist and shared a staggering breath out, his cock slowly rising to attention behind his pajamas.

You reached for the hem of his shirt, your arms crossing over your head to reveal the presence of your mostly naked body. His tongue tempted out, his eyes never leaving yours though you knew he'd raked your body in admiration.

You copied his motion, licking at your lips as your breathing raced to soft pants.

River gulped, breaking contact from you first to force his bedroom door closed. He locked it, holding his hands to the plywood while he bowed his head in effort to stay level.

His massive shoulders shuddered, his back rippling in war with himself. Still, he turned around to you, hooking you onto his glare again.

And it was as if the spell was never broken. Your nipples hardened to the cool of the room, to River's silent will.

"Show me your pussy, baby," he gruffed, his voice a new bass of desire.

When you'd normally flinch, you were obedient to River's order. Your breath hitched, spreading your knees further and peeling your panties to the side.

River's eyes never left yours, but braced his knee onto the bed. He peeled down at a hip of his pajamas, freeing his leaking cock to meet you.

Another chill wracked your body, your cunt pulsing at the thought of his length stretching you. Every thought of River impregnating you made you dizzy in eager want.

He swiped at the tip of his cock, gathering his precum before reaching out to stroke your pussy. His eyes kept yours, watching as you slowly crumbled in his touch.

When he was satisfied, River flossed the front of your panties against your clit, earning a whimper from behind your lips.

He leaned in, nudging his nose against yours with a heavy breath against your lips. Your chin tilted in his direction, tempted to kiss him, but his hands tearing your panties in half halted you.

River's hands grabbed at the backs of your knees, pulling your legs over his thighs as he readied his cock before your aired sex.

Your heels planted on the bed, hips angling ready to take him. Your breathing faltered, your chest rising and falling in cascades.

River grinned deviantly before your lips, reaching to shrug his pants further. His hands resumed behind your knees, instantly folding you down on the bed.

Your knees met your breasts, leaving your ass to be caressed by his thobbing length. Your eyes cut to River's cockhead rubbing between your wet lips, prodding against your thrumming clit.

Turning to River again, his gaze was unmatched. The silent will for you to beg for him. Your bottom lip twitched, a soft moan leaving you.

He took your sound personally, feeling it fuel the burning and gnawing within him. River pulled his cock back and forward again, earning a few more noises before angling his hips to catch at your entrance.

Then he was sinking into you. And you cried out at the instant relief. His cock drove into you, molding your walls around him.

You edged up to gain more of River faster, his body folding over yours breaking a sweat.

"River," you mewled, feeling his hips lay flush to your pussy.

Your hands went for his face, your legs folding and your foot twitching at the middle of River's thick back.

He barely let you settle, raising up with his calves to start a skin-slapping, heavy pace. The noises that he rang out of you carried through the room, no doubt disturbing the peace of the house.

River gripped a bit tighter at your knees, slowing his pace to catch his breath. His balls rested against the apple of your ass, hitting right at your deepest spot.

You simpered, taking heaping breaths to steady your heat. Your pussy convulsed helplessly, unable to stabilize your heightened sensitivities.

River ignored giving you any external stimulation, only kept your eyes on his. He angled further, fucking into you steadier with slower strokes while you whimpered and pleaded softly for River to make you cum.

River huffed down at you, his breaths a melodic chant to keep him stable. Your face scrunched at the gaining fire from your pussy to your stomach before you blindly gripped at River's hip and halted him for you to throb around him.

You came hard on him, squeezing his cock heartily in your soft, hot walls. River's name was on your lips, drooling out your praise while you wetted his hips and balls.

"I-I'm not done with you yet," River panted, dropping your legs after pulling out.

He gripped your hip to roll you onto your stomach, pulled you onto your knees with your ass on display before him.

River sank his cock back into you, earning a keen mew. You spread your knees further, regaining your energy while still spasming on his cock.

You purred out a 'baby' for River's ego; he folded over you, let you run your hand along the back of his shaved head.

His cock speared harsher into you, halting his hips tighter with each pump. Even without saying anything about it, you knew what he was doing.

River's tip abused at your cervix, earning a few squeaks from you until he circled his arm around your waist and pressed at your stomach.

A new flush of arousal gained with his internal friction, pressing onto you as his other hand played at your nipples.

You arched into River, melting into his touch as his lips peppered and sucked at your neck. Your hips backed up into River, whimpering softly with each thrust until you were quaking.

Your knees slowly gave way, your body heating to give way to another orgasm. This one brought River along with you.

He gasped into your neck, held you obsessively close and hilted his cockhead directly against your cervix. You felt your pussy drown in River's essence, warming every fiber of your being.

"I want your baby," you simmered, turning to kiss River's temple, his cheek, his lips.

His cock continued to twitch, emptying everything he had into you. He growled, nipped at your ear.

"You don't know how badly I'd want you to," River whispered, taking your skin in with a soft suck.

He tenderly marked your neck, ran his lips to your shoulder as he canted his hips softly into you.

"I so badly," he thrusted into you with each syllable. "want that."

You rode every thrust into the mattress, gripping the sheets and the back of River's neck. He moaned into your neck, baring his teeth to bite as he hugged you.

Time froze in that instance, the two of you holding on as River's essence gushed around his cock and out of you.

When he was finished, River slowly pulled out, trailing kisses along your back, between your shoulders and down to your hips.

He rocked your hips in his hold, tracing his nose along your skin before resting on his back next to you.

"Come here," he crooned, his voice so soft and welcoming.

His arm braced behind his head, leaving his side open. You nuzzled into his side, glancing up as he tucked his chin down to look at you.

And that look was still plastered on his face. You couldn't help but giggle then, feeling River's hand trace along your spine.

"What's so funny?" River asked, turning his lips to kiss your forehead.

"Panam told me about you, when you were younger," you began, grabbing hold of River's hand to thread your fingers through.

River's brows raised before chuckling. "What'd she say?"

You tilted your head up to look at River. "That you used to have the longest hair that Joss would braid."

He smiled, kissed your forehead.

"I did, down the middle of my back through my teens."

You rested your cheek on his shoulder. "I wish I could have seen it."

River hummed. "What else?"

You couldn't hide your smile then. "That Saul used to warn all the Aldecado girls about you."

River's smile grew with a scoff. "You're bullshitting me."

"No, I'm serious," you giggled, sitting up to look River in the eye. "Said Pomo boys can impregnate you with a single gaze."

River reddened from his neck to his cheeks, his ears bitten crimson. Your grin was contagious, he couldn't help but match it.

You climbed onto River's lap, bracing your hands to his stomach. "And I almost didn't believe it, but you're doing it again."

River laughed harder then, holding your hips as he did so. "If I was doing it, and I'm not saying I am, what're my chances I could do it?"

That's when you blushed, turning away to your shoulder. "I'm not seeing you couldn't, you're on the right track so far."

River's hands roamed up your sides, then around to fold you against him. "I can keep trying, if you want."

You rested on your chin, staring at River as that gaze came back again. "I don't want you to ever stop."

River traced his hands in parallel lines down your back, circling your shoulders. "Good, because I want at least three."

You smiled against him, ignoring the Johnny alarm bell that you probably had limited time. You wanted to live in this little reality you two curated for a while longer.

"And we can all live on my stomping grounds," River soothed, tilting his head down to rest on yours. "With our own little slice of life."

#fanfic #fan work #river ward cyberpunk #cyberpunk #river ward x v #river ward romance #cyberpunk2077 #v cyberpunk #river ward

[vox-monstera]

47. Crave for Vox for the micro story pls?

Hi! Thank you for your submission! I loved reading your ficlets 💕

Here’s a little post-game fluffy, domestic fic 💖

47. CRAVE - VOX

“Talli’s gonna come out pink from how many of those you’re eating, babe.”

Vox can only laugh as she slides another strawberry into her mouth, biting into the sweet, tart fruit with a hum of delight.

“Not my fault you grow these so tasty,” she manages between mouthfuls, hand resting carefully on her newly swollen belly. River’s soft gaze runs over his lover, her smiling mouth tinged the loveliest shade of red. He takes her hand in his, lips brushing gently over her fingers.

“I wonder what you’ll crave next.”

Vox’s smile becomes a grin, and River immediately recognizes that mischievous glint in her big green eyes.

“I can think of a few things.”

#baby fever baby fever baby fever #I just love domestic River and Vox #I want them to be happy!!! #oc: Vox #River Ward #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 oc #cyberpunk 2077 v #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #river ward romance #writing prompts

[cyber-punkd]

River Ward has absolutely no right to have such a gorilla grip on my heart.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #cp2077 #game: cyberpunk 2077 #night city #cp77 #game screenshot #gaming #v x river ward #v #river ward romance #river ward x v #river x v #river ward cyberpunk #river ward

[dreadfulsanity]

The men in my life...

#dragon age #mass effect #cyberpunk 2077 #baldur's gate 3 #fallout 4 #romance #love interest #alistair theirin #zevran arainai #anders #fenris #cullen rutherford #solas #john hancock #kaidan alenko #garrus vakarian #jaal ama darav #liam kosta #river ward #kerry eurodyne #gale dekarios #astarion

[elvenbeard]

POV: You’re very gay and problematic older men (affectionate) keep distracting you from the very pressing issue of figuring out how not to die from the problematic older man (derogatory) living on the experimental biochip in your head.

(I know River is not that much older than V probably but ssshhh, it counts)

Bonus:

#cyberpunk 2077 #v cyberpunk #goro takemura #river ward #kerry eurodyne #male v #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 spoilers #art by me #my v #it's still a crime that goro is not a romance option xD #I had way too much fun drawing these and spent too much time on them #but I just had to get this idea out of my head xD #love my edgy son with his stupid mullet so much #he deserves all the love and happiness #nothing bad ever happens to him nope #one day I'll learn how to loosely sketchily doodle my blorbo memes #and be happy with the result #long post #vincent ezaki

[trevorite]

Can we just talk about the hatred the male romance options in cyberpunk get? Just today someone was bickering that they didn't like Kerry because.. "he threated 3 innocent girls, and would've killed them" Hello?? Hate to say it but out of all the Romance options in game, Kerry is the ONLY one who doesn't kill anyone. Nor does he have the balls too. He threatens people and that's about it. OH AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE HATE THAT PEOPLE HAVE FOR RIVER. I have seen multiple people go after him, some people also just leave him to die on the farm because they hate him so much. I don't understand how people hate these two so much, and put Judy and Panam on a pedestal. All of the characters have their flaws, their own special stories, all of it. None of them are innocent, but none of them are the bad guys either. In short though,

STOP HARASSING PEOPLE FOR LIKING A CHARACTER!!!!! Just because you don't like them doesn't mean you gotta make it your whole personality.

#rant post #kerry eurodyne #river ward #judy alvarez #panam palmer #Cyberpunk romance #rant #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077

[bishicat]

get a man that writes you motorcycle smut at 10 AM

#i wish we had more of him :( cdpr really dropped the ball on his romance imo #he was such a sweetie and a cutie and the fact that he's still “fixing the generator” weeks after you sleep together is bs #anyway i need to practice drawing river!! he's such a pretty fella! #river ward #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cp77 #cyberpunk 2077 fanart #digital art #my art #bishiart #sketch dump

[dangitssquishy]

The Merc & the PI. + ootd

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk2077 oc #gaming #female v #cp2077 #im still getting this char story together #still dont know who she will officially romance #for now we have fun taking pics :3 #oc: vanessa bakker #river ward

[kaermorhenatnight]

Can we talk about how Takemura is thousand times better than River and would eat V out for a longer time than half a second like River did???

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk romances #river ward #takemura x reader #goro takemura x v #goro takemura #takemura x v #also romancing river is basically cooking dinner and babysitting children #ah the heteronormative stereotypes

[revshanks]

All Emo Church AU art so far! (I say so far cause I'm gonna do more lmao)

Father Fuentes, Father Way, and Father Armstrong, ft. Their curates: Fathers Quinn, Iero, and Dirnt (+ a very special appearance from Father Cuomo!)

#pierce the veil #ptv #pierce the veil fanart #mcr #my chemical romance #mcr fanart #green day #green day fanart #weezer #weezer fanart #vic fuentes #kellin quinn #gerard way #frank iero #billie joe armstrong #mike dirnt #rivers cuomo #faith game #faith the unholy trinity #faith fanart #john ward #fanart #drawing #art #digital art #doodles #alternate universe #band fanart #band art #Emo Church AU

[hornyjorny]

following the river

summary: almost a frame-by-frame fanfic of river's scene in-game, but better :3 ish!! an- guys i am so fucking sorry i haven't posted in fucking AGES i've been absolutely dogged with work n shit and i'm depressed as fuck. anyway. here's to my loyal river fans (all twelve of us) hashtag justice for river ward ive literally spent months on this for no reason warnings- smut (18+ mdni), cowgirl, first time, you're both nervous as fuck, multiple positions, switch!v, switch!river, fucking the police, johnny ment, oral (f receiving and very brief lol), missionary, mild angst with cavity-inducing sweetness at the end, river and v are very much in love, cuddles

wc: 9.2k

If you had told yourself you’d be spending the night with an NCPD badge a month ago, you woulda’ laughed in your very own fuckin’ face. But between those heated kisses and those soft, hushed whispers, River Ward leads you by the hand into the silence of his bedroom— and it all feels far too unreal. 

But the truth is, reality is a bitch. And now here you are, tangled in a contradiction of your own making. Guess you misunderstood the whole “FUCK THE POLICE” thing. 

He oughtta be chasing you down, not holding you close. But fuck, this whole situation with River is just so thrilling, and it’s absolutely undeniable that he’s more than just some badge. 

There’s kindness, there’s goodness in him that transcends that old, dumbass uniform he used to wear. Night City may be bleeding, and Johnny Silverhand may be a relentless presence in your head, but River offers something more—a promise of a future beyond the consistent chaos as he leads you into the quietness of the trailer. 

To be honest, you’re not sure if you’re entirely in love with River— sure, you’re attracted, and sure, your heart beats a million times faster when he’s around, and sure, you think about him all the fucking time, but shit, you don’t know love. But fuck, whether you deserve it or not, there’s just something about him, you don’t know what feels… safe. 

River represents something you’ve never really had: hope. The hope for a promise of an actual future— a real-ass life. Not just surviving but living— happily, at that. 

And for tonight, that’s enough.

Never before have you encountered someone as gentle, as fucking sweet as River. His kindness, his sincerity, it's like a lifeline amid chaos. But with each tender moment, each stolen kiss, you can't shake the gnawing feeling of guilt eating away at you. Oh, how you don’t want to feel this way, but here you are regardless, falling and falling for River, and allowing yourself to embrace the sensation of being vulnerable in more ways than one. And oh— is it such a bad time to catch feelings; your time on this earth is limited. 

You’re a merc, one with a ticking timebomb of a narcissistic rockerboy lodged into your head, just waiting to take over your body, waiting for you to finally kick the bucket so he can take control. You’re not exactly girlfriend material. You’re neither beautiful nor are you admirable. You are tired. You are bruised.

You're a mercenary, a killer by trade, and here you are, falling for a cop—a man dedicated to upholding the law you so often break.  

You know you should push River away, distance yourself before it's too late. But goddamn it, you can't bring yourself to do it. 

It’s almost funny, you think. Funny to have found a love oh-so-precious—oh-so beautiful, only to have it ripped away from you by a little piece of plastic nestled in your skull. River’s warmth, his unwavering support, it's all both a blessing and a curse. You desperately want to hold onto this love, to cherish every moment you have left, but the knowledge that your time is running out gnaws at your very soul. 

You sigh. Fuck, you know you can’t think about this now— you know it’s best to enjoy the moment rather than to trouble yourself with the moral implications of it all right now. You’ll destroy yourself otherwise. 

And little do you know, but River’s thoughts are mirroring your own. He's fucking scared, terrified of the way you've woven yourself into the fabric of his life. As a detective, he's seen the darkest corners of Night City, the horrors that lurk in the shadows. But when it comes to you, he's lost, unsure of how to navigate the maze of emotions that swirl within him.

You're the very embodiment of everything he's sworn to protect the city against. And yet, he can't help but fall for you. Behind the walls you've erected to shield yourself from the world, he sees the vulnerability, the genuine warmth that draws him to you like a moth to a flame. But there's a part of him that fears the truth, that fears what he might discover if he delves too deep into your world. And as you stand together in the silence of the night, wrapped in each other's arms, you can't help but wonder if this fragile bubble of happiness is destined to burst, leaving nothing but broken pieces in its wake.

The linoleum floor creaks beneath your steps as River leads you further, navigating the narrow hallway. Anxiety continues to brew within him—shit, he just hopes you like him back.

He hopes his choice is right. He hopes he made the right choice by bringing you around.

But all of the chaos, all the fear building within, completely evaporates away when his eyes finally meet yours, his anxiety dissipating into nothingness. Tonight, all he wants is for the two of you to be one, where nothing in the world matters. It makes everything else seem so distant and minuscule, and that, oh, it’s the closest thing to heaven that he’s ever known.

Nothin’ else matters—except for the moment.

River pauses at one of the entryways, silently gesturing to his niece and nephew, sleeping peacefully. You understand what he’s communicating to you immediately.

You two need to be quiet tonight.

Tonight is the perfect time to forget that you’re a mercenary and he’s a cop. No badges, no guns, no uniforms—and no parasitic rockstar in your head, either. Just you and him.

So you nod your head in acknowledgment as you ease past the kids and follow him into the silence of his bedroom. Your stomach flutters in your chest; oh, fuck, you feel like a couple of giddy-ass teenagers. 

You’re relentless, in all the right ways. Your desperation to feel River, to kiss him— it’s intoxicating. Once the door clicks shut, you immediately rise up on your tippy-toes with zero hesitation to press your lips against his; you could do nothing else. 

Fucking finally. 

One kiss, and you know you’re addicted to the taste of his lips on your own. You know then, that nothing else could give you such a natural high. You must confess, that your thoughts are impure, and the fire is burning within your bones. Shit, it excites you so much, just the idea of riding him absolutely senseless— you’re gonna fuck away his entire moral compass by the end of the night. 

It’s as your lips press together, with all the desire arousal, and heat you have to offer, a wave of cruel exhaustion washes over you as River embraces you, finally making its way to the forefront of your mind. His warmth almost feels like a blanket, of sorts, soft and comforting.

A soft pleased hum escapes River’s lips as he presses himself against you, moving his hands to grip the back of your head tightly, returning your kiss with the same raw passion. His arms are wrapped around your waist, his body pressing against yours— fuck, it feels so nice to be held by a body that feels like home. 

And for once, it's not Johnny who takes over your thoughts, but River. You need him—now. The heat of his lips on yours is fucking intense. It's like everything else in the city fades away, and for once, even Johnny’s presence is just a distant buzz in your mind.

And all there is, that's all that matters—River, you, and the rest warmth of his lips pressed against yours.

Your fingers claw at the fabric of his tank top, holding onto him tightly as you kiss him with every ounce of passion that’s been building up within you for entirely too long. You’ve wanted this—you’ve fucking needed this, needed to feel the warmth of another in a world so dauntingly cold. 

Every breath feels new, every sensation is amplified, and all you can focus on is River. River, River, River. He’s real, and you feel him like never before. He’s yours, and you’re his. 

Your breath is getting shorter, and your thoughts are being consumed with just one word: more. More, more, more. You need to feel his love. 

How good it feels to have something real. And fuck, is it nice to have something else on your mind except for your impending and unavoidable death. No Johnny, no Arasaka, no Relic. Just you. Just him. Just two desperate people wanting desperately to cling to the idea of feeling alive for just one night.

You practically moan into his mouth as you lean back, letting his strong, secure arms wrap around your body. You press your body up into his, craving his warmth, craving his presence, craving him. It’s like you’re slipping into a deep trance-like state, one where all that matters in this very instant is River, this one fucking detective, this one stupid badge. 

“River,” you whine quietly. “I need you.”

The words slip out before you even have time to stop them, the sound of them leaving your ears ringing. 

Fuck, does he feel like the luckiest person alive when you utter those little words, the sound of them barely audible against the city’s distant hum? For such a tough merc, you sound so cute—so needy, that it makes his heart jump in his chest. It’s such an unexpected, quick change for you, and you swear you catch his mechanical eye shining a little brighter as his rough hands graze against your hips. His body presses tightly against yours, lowering his voice to a whisper that makes your tummy flutter.  

“Shhh… I know ya do, V…” 

The words feel so foreign slipping from his lips, but god, he can’t help it.  River leans even closer to you until you can feel the warm breath of his body tingling inside your ear—his lips press up against your neck softly, trailing little wet kisses up and down the sensitive skin there. 

“Just let go…” 

River whispers again, moving his hand down your back and caressing the skin that he can feel through the thin fabric of your shirt. His lips flutter up and down along your neck, nibbling gently on your skin. Rough, calloused hands trace down your body, before pulling your hips to his so there’s no space between you. 

River’s voice turns deep; husky. 

“Just let go of everything but me…” 

After all, he’s done for the city, for the world, no one has ever wanted him in such a way that they wanted him, not just his title, his body, but the person behind the piercing glow of his mechanical eye. 

River’s ganic hand trails gingerly up and down your torso, his fingers playing gently with the fabric of your shirt as his lips press against your neck. The delicate sensation sends ripples of pleasure through your core— fuck— you’re getting wet. 

His words trigger an immediate response from you. Excitedly, you push back against him as you moan quietly in his ear, fingers digging into the fabric of his red tank top— breath halting in your chest, growing shorter and more agitated. You raise on your tippy toes, attempting to return the favor by kissing his neck. 

As you push yourself forward, pressing yourself against him, pushing a hand behind his neck, your fingers grip tight along the back of his neck. Slowly, you brace one hand on his chest, your thumb rubbing along the hard muscle that hides below his shirt, your other hand falling to fidget with the neckline of his tank.  

You can feel it— he’s muscular; he’s strong and hard. He’s aboutta be all yours, and the thought alone makes you feel weak, weak in the knees with how hot he is.

When you’re slipping your hands below his shirt to feel the skin beneath, River’s steadiness finally falters. Unknowingly, he backs up into his desk, causing an empty beer bottle to topple over— crashing to the floor in the silence of the trailer.

Fuck. 

For a brief moment, panic seizes over your entire being. Shit. Your heart pounds in your chest, shit, shit, shit— what if you woke everyone up with the crash? What if he’s upset with you for pulling such a gonk move, fuckin’ shoving him into his desk? What about the mess? 

You swear you’re doomed. 

But to your surprise, River's expression softens, a hint of amusement dancing in his mechanical stare. Was his amn fault for being so clumsy, anyway. 

When the warmth of his lips caress yours, you feel a deep wave of relief. Thank fuck— you think to yourself as you realize that your actions didn’t cause all hell to break loose. 

Instead, he’s too amused by your excitement, and that only serves to turn you on all the more. Hell— River finds it adorable how badly you want him. He can deal with the mess later. He’s too lost in you, too lost in the tide of passion to give a shit. Instead, his focus is entirely on you, and all rational thought is overshadowed. 

His hands find their way to either side of your face, his touch gentle yet possessive, as if he's determined to memorize every curve and contour of your face. River stops, an urgent whisper, his voice barely above a breathy murmur. 

“You've got me. Don't let go. Don't let this moment, this feeling—this feeling of you and me, don't let it end.”  

But before you can even process the full weight of River’s words, his lips crash into yours with a fervor that leaves you breathless. It’s like a tidal wave, consuming you with its intensity, and you find yourself melting into his embrace without hesitation. You’re safe. 

In turn, you respond eagerly, matching his passion with your own, hands roaming freely across his back, pulling him closer with every passing moment. River hums to himself when your smooth lips part upon the brush of his tongue against you— feeling just right. You feel a surge of electricity coursing through your veins, fueling that consuming lust that just keeps on burning brighter and hotter in your lower tummy. 

You guide his strong hands, urging him to explore every inch of your being, to revel in the depths of your desire as you surrender yourself completely to the intoxicating bliss of the moment. You need him. The feeling of his sends shivers down your spine, you realize that this—this connection, this unspoken bond—is what you've been searching for all along. In River's arms, you find solace. In his kiss, you find passion. And in that little bit of love between you, you find home.

Like you, River’s mind has started to go hazy, his body filled with heat as he pulls you in tighter, desperate to feel everything at once. 

The embrace of your lips turns heated, desperate, his teeth brushing against your bottom lip. Shit, he can’t believe you’re allowing him to touch you like this— he feels like the luckiest fucker in the world. The heat rising in his body is nothing short of intense, it feels so right. 

But he needs more. 

River pulls away to break the kiss, his gaze slides across your body, admiring you silently, taking note of every little curve, burning through you, silently admitting how lucky he is. Oh, how he never realized desire could be so engulfing until this moment, with you staring right up into his eyes with a vulnerability he cannot ignore. It makes him feel fuckin’ stupid— like he could live in this moment forever. 

His movements are slow and deliberate. It's enough to send your heart pumping, your chest heaving, your breath coming in short gasps. When you meet his steely gaze, it feels like his mechanical eye is bearing into your soul. 

River moves a palm up to cup your cheek lovingly, before nodding his head in the direction of his bed— a silent command. You immediately know what he’s attempting to communicate. You know what comes next. 

And you’re just dying to see it through. 

A little rush of pure excitement overtakes you as you rush to the bed, while River turns around for a brief moment. Without a second thought, without any semblance of hesitation, you’re immediately beginning to fumble with the straps of your gear, allowing it to fall all to the ground. Every movement of yours feels like a wave of electric pulsing through your body, a rush of adrenaline that leaves you panting— leaving your mind blurry with need. 

While he’s got his back turned, you rip off your sweats, letting them fall to the ground. Immediately after, you’re ripping off the thin tank you’re wearing, slipping your bra right off with it, fully exposing your bare chest to the coolness of the night air. A little excited shiver runs down your spine, your nipples perking up and stiffening as a result of the temperature drop. 

And before you know it, you’re almost naked— wearing nothing but a soaked, think pair of panties, wanting him, needing to have him—not Johnny, but River, just River…

You catch the soft mechanical glow of his eye in the mirror on the closet door. For a brief moment, your breath catches in your throat. 

The glow in the reflection dims as he stares. Your heart beats so fast you feel dizzy from the rush. You know he’s watching you just as you’re watching him. And without saying a word, you both know what you want— he finally turns around. 

Fuck—you, the most dangerous mercenary in the whole fuckin’ city, is laying before this dumbass detective, wearing nothing but your panties. And oh, you’re so helplessly wet over some cop to the point where you can already feel the moisture soaking through them. You can’t control yourself, you can’t control the way your fingers keep on trailing lower, beginning to push away the dampened strip of fabric in between your legs. 

A breath breaks from your mouth as you toss your panties aside. It’s sudden, a bit of a surprise even. But you’re done wasting time. The air feels cold on your exposed cunt, but fuck, you don’t care—besides, the heat he’s making you feel is enough to keep ya’ warm. 

Gently, your lips tremble with each passing moment... your body is fuckin’ craving him more and more with every moment that passes with him staring directly at your messy pussy. You can’t take it. You allow yourself to be completely vulnerable, your arms trailing behind you as he draws near. Your eyes flutter as you anticipate him being near, letting him take you completely... letting him take you in.

River’s eyes are locked onto your body— he’s in shock. Fuck. Jesus Christ, every second you’re up looking at him with pathetic, needy eyes makes his cock tremble in his pants. Both of River’s eyes, amber and mechanical pierce through you, just craving you in ways he's never craved fuckin’ anyone. And oh, you love the euphoric burning feeling that rises in your tummy when you feel him stare. A little blush settles across your face, you feel some wetness slide down from your aching cunt. You arch your back a little as River approaches you. 

Fuck. You can’t wait. You reach out, pulling your fingers tight around his hips as you pull him down to the bed with you. You can't wait another second to be with him and you pull him down with you on the bed. Before he can even process what’s happening, you’re beginning to lift his tanktop, and by Christ, you’re not disappointed when you finally reveal what’s underneath. 

You’re not religious, but in the darkness of his bedroom, you’ve found something holy. Immediately, your eyes trail down, taking note of every little freckle and scar that litters his tan skin. Fuck— he’s perfect. You press your lips against his chest, trailing little wet kisses down his body... each kiss burning into both of you, each kiss driving you both that much closer to desperation. You’re unaware of the self-restraint he's exercising to keep himself from pushing you onto the bed and just fucking you right then and there. River’s working every ounce of self-control he has as you trail your lips down his chest, letting each kiss linger just enough to tease him. 

In the dark room, you worship him with your touch, with a love that’s so undoubtedly wrong. 

Your eyes drift up to his, and it’s over for you both. Gently, you slide your hands slooowly down River’s torso, making him squirm as your hand trails lower and lower, fingers beginning to move to slowly undo his pants. And fuck, It takes him every little bit of lasting resistance and strength he has to let you touch without intervening. 

But shit— you aren’t gonna let River off that easy, no fucking way. You’re gonna fuckin’ savor this—every second of it all. Your lips trail down his clothed thigh with a subtle grin, wrapping your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down inch by inch. He wants you to pull them off immediately but you're going slow, savoring every little cute expression he’s pulling, savoring the way he bites into his lip, hard. 

 River’s getting more and more frustrated by the second but damn you're just enjoying the thrill of it all, watching your most favorite detective bend to your whims like an obedient, well-trained dog. You're teasing him and savoring each and every second of it, every little moment of him letting out pathetic heavy sighs, every moment of his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. 

But you’re growing impatient. 

You begin to tug at his waistband, attempting to pull his jeans down his thighs with a not-so-secret smug-ass grin. You’ve got him wrapped around your fuckin’ finger, you feel confident—you’re gonna fuck the badge outta him— you’re gonna ride him till the goddamn sun rises. 

But when his cock springs free from the confines of his pants, your ego is absolutely fucking wiped. He’s fucking huge. 

Prominent veins run up the side of the thick shaft throbbing with pure anticipation. Your eyes trail up to the leaky, swollen tip where little beads of precum threaten to spill. Pure perfection. Everything about your actions up until now has been so confident and so sure, so controlled and so certain you could handle anything. But now that he's here— that he's out, free, and soooo clearly ready for you — you feel an intense wave of doubt. 

You're the best, most badass fuckin’ merc in all of Night City—and yet here you are, with his dick in front of your face and you're speechless. River’s enjoying how you're staring at him, your eyes fixated on his shaft. Secretly, he loves the brief sense of control this is giving him, even with you on top. Fuck, it does good for his ego. 

By Christ— he finds your reaction to his size nothing short of fucking adorable. River gives a sharp inhale through his teeth and his lips curve into a mischievous smile, his ego swelling with the realization that he's a lot more than you expected...and he loves it. He knows all the right words to say, all the right tones to take, and he knows exactly how to play with you, right down to the way you're staring at him. 

Nonetheless, you set your thoughts aside as you mount the detective’s strong bronze thighs, his eyes locking onto yours.

You briefly question your safety as you tenderly wrap your fingers around the base of his thick shaft, feeling him jolt beneath you. 

But it's okay. You've got this. You can do this. You take a deep breath and try to ignore the size, your hands still stroking him gently, your touch sending shivers of anticipation up and down his body…

His hand wraps around your thigh in silent reassurance, a giant grasp that feels like it was molded entirely for you to fit perfectly into it; and the other falls to your hip, slowly tracing a path across your bare skin. The little gesture sends you fucking wild. River needs you to be comfortable. 

You press the tip of his cock against your dripping entrance, a little shiver runs through you when River stifles a groan underneath. 

This all feels so right, this all feels so real, and River wants you to know that. He wants to take all of your fears and worries away, to show you that he's got you, and he's here for you. And when you take your first tentative slide onto him, the tip entering you, River’s jaw hangs agape, a little squeak leaving your lips as the thick head enters you. 

You both recognize the need to be silent, and so for now the only sounds in the room are the soft moans and subtle whimpers coming from River's mouth as he's pressed against you...as you're pressed against him, two bodies entwined, one in the other. Nothing else exists at this very moment but this feeling... the intense, overwhelming feeling of his heavy cock throbbing inside of your tight walls. And oh, does the thought of making this dumbass detective whimper and struggle beneath you motivate you all the more. 

When you finally sink down, filling yourself to the brim, a cute little gasp! is forced from your parted saliva-coated lips. River’s stretching you out so so nicely— it’s a sweet type of burn. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip hard, biting back a pathetic moan as your eyes scrunch shut.

 A low growl escapes River’s lips as you suddenly take him whole in one go. 

Your wet walls constrict and clench around him, your achy, needy clit pressing against his groin. Oh fuck, it’s hard for him not to start moving his hips, to just start thrusting into your pathetic mess of a pussy without mercy. But no, he’s waiting for you, waiting for you to guide the speed. This is your night, it’s River’s chance to show how much he fuckin’ adores you. 

He's big— and you know you need to take it slow at first. But fuck, you’re not gonna stop, not now, not ever, not when he’s looking up at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes upon— it’s sending little waves of euphoric bliss throughout your entire body.  

River watches you take another deep breath before you begin to raise your hips again, pumping yourself full despite the stretch. 

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. You continue this rhythm slowly, taking your own sweet time to thoroughly feel each inch of his sweet cock rubbing against your soaked walls. 

In, out. In, out. You continue this rhythm. 

You work through that burn— you work through the pain of the stretch. Take your own sweet time, inhaling, exhaling, breathing in between each movement, each wave of pleasure that ripples through your body with each bounce. Soon, you no longer feel the pain that comes with each slide down; you’ve melded to the shape of his cock. 

Shit, he underestimated you. 

River’s breathing heavily now, huffing and biting into his lip—as he takes his time, taking care of you. And the moment he finds your rhythm, he won't be letting up even for a second, he’s gonna make you suffer just the damn same. 

But when you begin to speed up your pace, suddenly slamming your hips down into him, you’ve got him locked. 

Then and there, River swears he’s in fucking heaven.

You’re so tight— so fucking soft… so fucking heavenly, that he can’t do anything except look up at you and purely just admire as you struggle to take him—as he himself struggles to keep up with the pace of your hips. 

River’s pussywhipped already, turning his head to the side to hide the adorable little faces he’s pulling. 

But fuck, you’re not gonna let that happen. 

“Look at me,” you whisper into the silence of the night. You force his jaw upwards, wrapping your hands around his throat. “Only me, Riv.”

River’s caught off guard by your sudden display of dominance; but oh, how he loves it regardless. ‘Looks like his little mercenary finally gained the courage to take control,’ he thinks to himself. 

You catch a little mischievous glimmer in his mechanical eye, shining into the darkness. He’s enjoying this, you can tell. 

You stare into his gaze for just a brief moment; almost mesmerized, before suddenly pulling his face to yours and kissing him fiercely, your tongue slipping into his mouth. 

River’s strong grip on your thigh releases as his body begins to tremble underneath you; it all just feels too fucking good. It’s all too too much, the intensity of your hips rocking back and forth, the way you’re squeezing him and bouncing on his dick like it’s nothing compared to before. 

He knows you’re a merc, knows you’re a tough girl. You’re V— you don’t take shit from anyone, you take the reigns no matter what; he shoulda’ expected this from you. But oh, how he loves being bested by his lil’ merc. 

River’s eyes roll back as he holds you tightly to him, his hands moving up to your lower back and supporting you, he’s lost all self-control, and can’t stop what's about to happen as his breath grows heavier, lips parting. You’re fucking wet, clenching so so tight around him—he can’t help the groan that juuusst barely escapes his lips…

But luckily for you, you cover his mouth just in time, your body still moving with such intensity.  You're taking total control here, not letting him make a sound. You cover his mouth before he has the chance to protest, silencing him in an almost aggressive, dominating way, your breath hot against his lips.

At this moment, the detective is yours. Every muscle in his body belongs to you and every beat of his heart is for you. River is yours, he needs you, and when you cover his mouth, you can feel the rush going through his throat as it contracts with an effort to muffle any sound he might unintentionally let slip as your hips refuse to relent. 

The feeling of control that you've been so desperately seeking is finally yours, all yours, your hands are on the wheel— and you’re the one sending this poor fucker into a tailspin of pleasure and lust. River feels so much better than you possibly could’ve imagined, and shit, you’ve finally accomplished your goal to fuck him senseless, leaving him a complete and utter mess in your control — a mess that feels so good, as you keep pumping against him, feeling him inside you.

Every movement you make is met with his equally intense counter-response, his cock beginning to throb. Fuck. He’s close. 

But River’s not going to let you get ahead of him— nuh-fucking-uh. He’s had enough of your teasing; he can’t take it anymore— he’s not about to let himself cum before you, not when there’s so much fun still left to be had. He’ll drive himself to the edge— and he’ll take you with him. 

Strong hands take hold of your hips, hammering his hips into your sweet, messy cunt at the pace he desires. Just like that, all the control in your hands, all that dominance, and power beforehand, is gone in an instant. 

He wants to let you ride him, he really does. Wants to let you take control— but fuck, it’s not enough. He needs more, not just to ride, but to have you in his arms, and in return, you let him take control and show you exactly how he feels for you. 

And so you give up your control, giving up your dominance, allowing River to manhandle you into position, guiding you to the edge of the bed. Your breath catches in your chest as River trails his lips down to your collarbone and slowly reaches down to latch onto your nipple. You dig your teeth into your lip as he suckles at it tenderly, keeping your reaction a secret as you try to keep it together. Inside of you, you feel your tummy flutter with adrenaline as your heart rate picks up.

He knows you’re enjoying this, but oh, he’s got other plans for you. 

With strong yet gentle hands, he’s hoisting you up into his arms. His amber eye meets yours, and he’s gazing at you like you’re the most precious thing in the whole world. He lifts you, and you let yourself go limp in his hold— you know you’re safe, after all. 

You bury your head into his neck, pressing tight against him as you cling like your life depends on it. Everything feels so good when you’re in River’s arms when he loosens his grip to trail a path of wet kisses down the center of your chest. The way he feels so warm and safe makes you feel like the whole world isn’t crumbling down on you— instead, it feels like you can finally rest. 

Honestly, it’s just entirely him that makes you feel this way. He’s a stark contrast to any of your past lovers; a genuine shining light in a world so filled to the brim with darkness, a genuine positive change compared to the ways apparent in all of your exes.

Shit, you know Johnny’s gonna hate you even more for this, but you know you love this— you love River. 

Before you can think about it for any longer than you already have, he’s cutting your thoughts short to pull you to your feet, pinning you against the cool glass of his bedroom window. 

Fuck, you’re adorable to him. River just can’t help but slide his palms up against your soft skin, all the way up to cup at your titties, cupping them softly in each hand.

You let out a sharp gasp as he slips in, a deep inhale following quickly after— his hips pressing into your ass. You feel the heat of his breath against your neck as you cling to the cool glass of the window. You want him close, you want to feel him all against you. Your thoughts fill with nothing but him, and his cock begins to roll into you again, forcing a pathetic little squeak out of you. 

But there’s a sudden thought that pops into your head— shit, what if someone sees this, sees you, pressed against the window, getting your insides rearranged like there’s no tomorrow? Fuck.  

Shit, you feel more vulnerable than ever with River pressing himself into you, hands locked around your waist, his breath hot and heavy in your ear as he drives himself deeper into your sopping cunt. Him, the detective, fucking the brains outta’ a dangerous lil’ merc like you. Shit, it’s so thrilling that the thoughts in your head disappear entirely, and you're completely overcome with the sensation of his thick member moving in and out of you.

God damn. Your breath becomes shallow and your chest is rising and falling with every hard press of his hips into your ass. You're literally pressed against the glass with your face to the window, your eyes beginning to close. 

Even though your brain screams for common sense, your body craves otherwise. 

Oh god, you love this. Fuck your common sense. Fuck whatever Johnny has to say about it— you’ll deal with him later. 

You feel like you're falling into a trance, drowning in pleasure. Every thrust fills you with more and more heat and waves of pleasure, overwhelming your body and leaving you feeling like you're drifting away into nothingness.

Your vision blurs and the sounds slowly fade into the background. River is everything, your entire world, and right now the only thing you can concentrate on is his body and how good he makes you feel— he’s stretching out your cunt fucking delightfully. It feels like you're drowning in pleasure and you love it, absolutely love this feeling of complete submission to him. Normally, you’d fucking never let somebody, anybody, do this to you. 

But River Ward is the exception. 

You love the feeling of his breath on your neck, the soft, warm comfort it gives you, like a blanket wrapping itself against you. Your body relaxes as he gently moves his hands along your ribs, his gentle touch sending a shiver of excitement down your body. Then you hear his voice, a whisper that makes your toes curl with the touch. 

River’s attention is set on suppressing his little groans of pleasure by lowering his head to your shoulder, biting down gently. Shit, you’re almost too much to handle, he notes your breathlessness and sense of being soo overwhelmed- he can tell you’re ready for anything and everything from this moment on. Your walls constrict tightly around him, arousal fluids spilling from your hole with each mean thrust. 

Your breath is heavy and unfocused. River’s touch is perfectly balanced between soft and rough, squeezing your waist as his other hand digs into your breast, hips still deliciously rolling into you, still deliciously fucking you. 

You can't even remember the last time you've felt this.. good. 

Despite the burn of the stretch of his cock, you steady your legs back, rocking your ass back against him to match the pace of his thrusts. 

River’s eyes shoot open when he feels your tight cunt starting to move up and down his length again, this time without his influence. Both his intimidating gaze and his large hands immediately fall to the fat of your ass as a groan rips out from his throat. 

He’s just enjoying the show as his pretty needy little merc attempts to get herself off. It’s cute— pathetic, the way you take him whole, the way you’re desperate for more.  

You feel the cool press of his metal hand against the back of your neck, using you as leverage to pump his hot cock in and out.  

Your lips curl against the force of your teeth, the heat of your breath fogging against the glass, legs beginning to violently shake under the weight of his thrusts. 

Both hands move to grab your plush thighs with a tight grip, your breathless sighs and tight cunt squeezing around him let him know just how much you really need him. 

You wanna moan. You wanna whine out his name, you wanna beg for more— but you can't. Not this time. So, you bite into your lip hard, your open palms set on the glass of the window briefly curling into fists. Instead of submitting to yourself, you focus on the brightness of neon lights and towering buildings right before your eyes, you focus on the way his hands dig into the soft flesh of your hips, driving deep inside. 

But it’s all too much for you. 

"Fuck, V, you're good…” His voice is hot as it trails down your neck and along your jawline. Gentle hands begin to trail down your thighs, fingers tracing along your skin. Oh, it’s heavenly. 

River’s eyes open when he doesn’t hear you respond past weak, breathy little sighs. A teasing remark sits on his tongue, his lips curling into a smirk, but his throat goes parched the moment his eyes trail all the way down to where his large, swollen cock disappeared in and out of you, just stretching you oh-so-well. 

You look utterly and completely debauched in the reflection of the glass, eyes closed, cheek pressed up against the window, your mouth slightly agape, lips reddened and bruised from rough kisses. River finds the way your chest heaves and the way you let out broken whines oh-so-adorable, as his eyes trail down to the plethora of lovebites and hickies left strewn across your chest. At this point, you’re far too fucked-out to think. 

Before you can even process what’s going on, River’s slipping himself out of you, making you let out a soft, yet audible little defeated whine. “Hey, hey…” Big arms lock around your waist, pulling you gently down onto the soft mattress below.  “Stay with me, V…” 

His voice is hot and hoarse right now— but fuck, you’d be damned if you didn’t find him to be so fuckin’ sweet— so fuckin’ adorable in the way he talks dirty to you— so damn possessive, yet so soft and tender at the same time. The sweet burn of lust ignites deeper within your stomach as you refuse to lose sight of his gaze. You nod your head; you follow his orders obediently. The feeling of being vulnerable like this for him feels so... right, so natural. 

When your glassy eyes flicker up to meet his stare, his heart flutters a little in his chest. You look so so desperate, it’s beautiful. 

River swears he’s truly gone feral. It’s all too much— your cute little face, your quiet whimpers, wet pathetic pussy so in need of being fucking destroyed… god. He can’t handle it anymore. 

He drops to his knees on the bed— it feels natural, it feels right. Your breath halts a little in your chest, your pulse quickening when the detective begins to lower his head in between your thighs. 

The world around you spins as your cunt squeezes around nothing. His rough fingertips grace over your clit, and you can’t hold back the little moan that escapes your lips. But he’s focused on something different— his cybernetic eyes are locked onto your cunt— your folds are soaked, your arousal coating your inner thighs in little tendrils.

“Wan’it?” 

You nod again. Like an obedient dog. 

River grins, mechanical eye gleaming in the darkness mischievously as his metal hand helps his cock press against your entrance. Something about his gravelly words made your cunt clench around nothing, making you drip onto his sheets below. His tip brushes against your sensitive sloppy folds, before he nudges your clit with his cockhead, drawing out the cutest little gasp from your lips. River chuckles at your reaction— fuck, you’re goddamn adorable. He uses his free ganic hand to caress your cheek, looking down at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. 

The feeling of his palm pressed against you is soothing, comforting even. You nuzzle into his touch instinctively. 

It’s all a sweet, tender moment before River begins folding your legs up to your shoulders. You don’t have a second to think back on it before his thighs spread wider beneath you, the girth of his large cock sliding in deep, pressing thickly against your fluttering walls. 

Fuck. You almost lose yourself, then— lips falling agape, nails biting into the curvature of his bicep as his hips press flush with your own. You want to moan. You wanna cry out— so so fucking bad. 

But you know you can’t. 

Shit, River swears he could bust on the spot from the way you pathetically look at him, pupils blown and watery, eyes halfway shut. “Awh,” he whispers near silently before he braces himself and pulling your hips up to his waist, leaving your back arched gorgeously. You feel completely full again. 

His hips are finally still, giving you both a moment to recuperate. This time around, your cunt clenches down extra tight, your body seeming extra sensitive. He can read your reactions like a book— and he’s enjoying every little cute reaction he’s pulling out of you. 

River hums to himself, before straightening back again. He pulls out all the way— till just his aching tip is left throbbing inside of you. 

And all you can do is watch when he rocks back in and out again and again as if testing how deep he’s claimed his pretty little killer.  

But with a muddled mind and blurry eyes, you’re more focused on how he’s moving, the way his body moves back and forth inside you, claiming you. Your instincts kick in as this strong man overpowers you and takes control of you most dangerously, but you accept it all. Just the feeling of his hands on your hips, his touch all over you as you look at him...fuck, you feel complete. You’re a dangerous merc in her prime, and yet here you are, fucked absolutely dumb by River Ward. Fuck, old man’s got some goddamn stamina, it’s impressive. 

But secretly, he’s not sure if he can take it anymore— the pace of his hips falter for a second. Fuckkkkk. He grasps onto the meat of your thighs, his hips beginning to falter, slow down; his thighs beginning to tremble.

The overstimulation that comes with dragging his cock in and out of your tight pussy might just be the catalyst for him. He uses his remaining strength to hold himself deep inside of his lil’ merc, relishing the way you dig your nails into the curve of his bicep as he fucks into you steadfastly. 

Now, it's you who's not sure if you can take it anymore. You can feel his hips slowing down, his grip on you faltering as he struggles to pull himself together. Your nails dig into his arms, digging deeper each time you feel that familiar feeling building up within you. Your thighs start trembling as your entire body is quaking underneath his...it's about to be all over for you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to control yourself like he had when you were trying to lure him deeper into you, but the build-up of pressure inside of you is too much to contain...it's beginning to spill over as the tension between you two builds up even higher. Your eyes continue to flutter with each slide in, and you’re panting at the burning euphoric release beginning to bubble in your chest. It’s all too much for you— far too much. 

River’s dick knocks against your plushy walls over and over again, making your breaths ragged and short, making you spew out little high-pitched hoarse sighs as he claims you as his own after waiting for sooo long. 

Every thrust inside of you has you trembling, panting, trembling again—your body can't take this anymore, the build-up is beginning to turn into a burst within you. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut tightly as this burning euphoric release inside of you is simply too much....too much for you to handle. Your entire body feels like it's boiling over, the pressure inside of you reaching an all-time high. 

The pressure building up in your tummy is too much to handle. You’ve resisted your orgasm, you’ve fought it, but suddenly the need for release becomes too difficult to hold back. Your body jolts up and you press your chest against him as you release, panting and whimpering as the pressure inside you is finally releasing. Finally, you cum, coating River’s cock in a ring of opaque white liquid. 

The feeling of relief spreads through your entire body as you release, feeling your body tense and shudder with your inner pleasure flowing out of you as you moan out his name and you feel his grip tightening the harder that you bite into his arm, holding back from saying anymore even though you know you can’t keep it in anymore. Your lips quiver with anticipation as you feel the build-up of pleasure rise inside of you, and it’s so hard not to just explode but you hold back as he thrusts faster inside you.

His hands are shaky under the weight of your trembling thighs, underneath the weight of your explosive climax. His thrusts slow down to a halt, both his mechanical and ganic hands gripping your waist tight. 

Deliberately, he slides himself all the way out, making you feel every inch of his cock down to the last vein, before slamming himself back inside one last time. 

No longer can he stand the feeling of holding back— he needs to cum. 

Every pump of his hips is accompanied by a short shudder and an exhale of your name as he’s losing himself to you, to the grip and clutch of your nails digging deeper into his arms. You know he’s close. And oh, is every little sign of his oncoming orgasm so so heavenly— the way his cock noticeably throbs within your constricting, gummy, tight walls—  the way he’s allowing the occasional whimper to slip from his parted lips.

Your entire body’s trembling and quaking as he pulls away from you, both in the act of withdrawal and the satisfaction of fulfilling what he’s sought after for so long now. You’re breathless from his touch, quivering in your body, your eyes unable to focus on anything but the sight of him biting his lip…he's so so close to cumming— it’s all so damn delicious. 

His mechanical hand presses into your thigh, the heat of his grip burning deep against your skin as he strokes his length, his breath shallow as he looks down at you, his eyes focused. River’s metal hand grips meanly into your thigh as his ganic’ one strokes his length, biting down hard into his lip to suppress himself.  

Instead of gazing back into his eyes, you’re gazing down at his glistening dick as he finally cums— the liquid is thick, warm, and milky, all splattering onto your lower stomach. 

The feel of his release all over you leaves you gasping as reality sets in. Once the heat disappears and the sensation finally dies down, you’re left with a whole new wave of emotions that you haven’t ever experienced before. Your body is still shaking from the release, and his breath is heavy as he looks down at you. You two are a mess. 

River lays down there next to you, panting heavily as he stares over at you. His breathing is quick and heavy, and he's completely out of breath from the entire night, but he's smiling slightly, a look in his eyes that seems almost...relieved and content. You can’t help but to just admire how fuckin’ adorable he is before he reaches over to brush your hair aside, wiping the sweat from your forehead. 

River’s soft with you— in your line of work, there’s no room for this much tenderness. You melt underneath his touch, a satisfied little sigh escaping you as your eyes flutter shut. You’re finally feeling comfortable enough to relax with him, to let your guard down and allow yourself to be a little soft with him. You feel at ease with him— finally at peace with not having to constantly be on high alert. You can relax.

But River’s all too aware of the mess he’s left you with. Gently, he lowers himself to you, softly murmuring in your ear. 

 “Just one sec, V… gotta get you cleaned up.”

As he stands, you're left helpless and vulnerable. The warmth of his touch is gone, replaced by a chill that leaves you feeling a little empty. Rivers' footsteps echo in the silent space between you as you lie there, alone in your thoughts.

The intimacy between the two of you may have faded, but the lingering after-effects remain. Your body is still trembling from the release, and your mind is clouded with the remnants of ecstasy. You’re left feeling vulnerable and exposed. A mess. 

As River's footsteps echo through the room, you feel helpless and weak. Your body has been taken by him, and you’re left behind. To be cleaned up. You're his.

When he returns, he has a soft, warm towel in one hand, and one of his tanktops in the other. He places the tank top down on the bed right next to you. River's hand reaches out and starts to gently wipe down your body with the cloth, working to clean up the mess left behind. His touch is gentle, tender, and caring. You appreciate his efforts to clean up the mess he's left you with.

You feel like a mess, his mess. His hands are gentle and meticulous as he cleans you up, his touch different from the rough grip you felt during the night. His soft touch is comforting, reassuring, and so at odds with the intensity of the night. Yet, at the same time, it shows the other side of the intense man you know so well. The delicate one, hidden from the world.

He’s not squeezing or gripping tightly— just gently wiping you down, making sure not to squeeze too hard as he does his best to get you clean. His touch is tender he begins wiping you down, making sure to avoid the more sensitive areas like your inner thighs, and before making his way up with the soft cloth. 

You feel yourself close to slipping away into a deep sleep, only for his warm voice to pull you back into the present.

“Hey…V,” River murmurs softly. “Got a shirt for you…” He’s grinning as he holds up a crumpled-up tank top he had set aside earlier— a small grin forming around your lips as you see the words “FUCK THE POLICE” printed across the front.

”Figured you’d like it…” he chuckles faintly, holding it up for you to take.

Despite your exhaustion, a little giggle leaves your lips at the sight of the printing on the front. Fuck, he’s adorable. River’s smile is contagious, filling you with a type of fondness you haven’t experienced in a long goddamn time. You graciously accept the shirt, sliding it over your head, a soft sigh escaping you as it settles over your frame. The fabric is soft, and it keeps you covered from the coolness of the night air. It’s a little big on you, but you like it that way— it’s comfy, and you’re beyond grateful for the little gesture. 

River slides into bed next to you, remaining silent as he watches settle. His eyes wander up and down your body, appreciating the way the fabric of his shirt hangs loosely around your frame. He likes the look, and it’s cute. It’s not something he’s used to, but the sight of you like this— it’s endearing to him.

You can feel the exhaustion creeping in, settling into your bones after the long day's events. As he watches you settle in, you can sense his silent appreciation and affection, his gaze tracing the lines of your body with a softness you haven't often encountered.

"Thanks for tonight," River murmurs, his voice filled with gratitude and a hint of weariness as a yawn interrupts his words. He briefly presses a little kiss to your forehead, before rolling over. "Goodnight, V."

His words linger in the air, carrying a sense of appreciation and tenderness that touches your heart. With a soft smile, you reply, "Goodnight, River…" before snuggling closer to him, seeking his warmth as the chill of the night settles in around you.

The two of you lay there, entangled in the silence of your first night together. All you can hear is the sound of his breath against your throat, the silent rustle of his sheets, and the faint thrum of his heart. You feel so safe, so warm, so loved in his arms. River radiates a sense of peace within you, one that you hadn't felt on your own. And with him comes a feeling of protection, a feeling of belonging.

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Owe Me - River Ward x Female! V Reader [NSFW]

tags: Ex-inmate River Ward, angst (so much angst still), praise kink, Dominant River Ward, submissive V, free use, name-calling, breeding kink (go brr, don't at me on this), multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, light spanking, multiple positions, creampie, mating press, marathon sex, voyeurism (sorry Takemura and Johnny)

word count: 4.1k

synopsis: River Ward, released prisoner and now salty boyfriend of V, is trying to pull his life together. He lives in V's apartment. Still some hard feelings to work through, but you've got a soft spot for him anyways.

a/n: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

River set his pull up bar in the doorway of the bathroom. And what a public display that was. Every morning when you decided to wake up, way after River did, and every night when you came home a little too late; there he was, gripping and pulling himself up on that bar, his sweatpants riding so low on his hips it was almost on purpose.

In your mind, you wanted to call him a slut for it, but you were really his only audience.

He'd been living with you since he called you the day he was released; River was still embarrassed to go back to his sister, was too nervous to see Randy face-to-face after so long.

He also knew how hard it'd be on you too. The bite of anger was still lodged deep in River's chest, he admitted, but that didn't stop him from wanting to be around you.

"The fucking web you weave, V," Johnny tsked from the couch. "Fuckin' a man who hates loving you, loves to hate you."

You waved a hand at him and climbed out of bed, listening to River purse air from his lips as he pressed his chest up to the bar then lowered himself down, blocking the full entrance of the bathroom.

"Morning Riv," you said, stopping by him and reaching out to admire his toned oblique.

"Mornin' V," River stressed, pulling himself back up, his ankles crossed.

You slipped by him to use the restroom, then breezed by him to get back out with another slip of your fingers along his ribs.

"Don't start something you can't finish, sweetheart," River said, his top lip snarling as he pulled up another time with a loud purse of air.

You smiled at him, waiting before him with your lips puckered. River hid a roll of his eyes as he lowered himself down and kissed you quickly, staring down his nose at you before shutting his eyes and pulling away with a groan.

The smack of his lips leaving you was intoxicating, rolling your eyes as he went back to working out.

You kept staring as he went back to his set, watching as his eyes continued to rake along your body covered with his t-shirt. He cocked his jaw, his eyelids going half-mast as he held his position.

Your breath caught in your chest, feeling his glare burn at the insides of your thighs.

"God V, get a grip. He's not gonna fuck you if you give him puppy eyes," Johnny shouted from his place on the couch.

You folded your lips together in thought, truly hoping to will your boyfriend to do something, act on his sultry glare, but your holodex began ringing.

You hid a smack of your tongue, turning away from your boyfriend to answer Takemura.

"Goro," you began, lowering your voice as you tugged your shirt over your bare hips. "Now's not a good time."

"V," the astute Japanese man began. "I hope I'm not interrupting your morning."

Your free hand immediately went to the back of your neck, starting to rub at the divet in your skin that hosted Johnny's relic. "No, no no no. Just in the nick of time."

You glanced over your shoulder, under your arm to look back at River, hanging from his bar and staring at the back of you with a quirked brow. His top lip barely contained its twitch with his devilish grin.

"Good, I was hoping to meet you for an update on the relic. Is now a good time?"

"Fuck no, tell that corpobot I'm busy watching the animal channel." Johnny interrupted your opening mouth to answer. "I'm waiting for the lion to fuck his bitch."

You deadpanned over to where Johnny was sitting, your glare holding a distinct annoyance.

"What? There's too much windup. He's already lookin', V, let him see all the goods."

You were half tempted to rip the relic from your neck just to get Johnny to stop. You dropped your arm and began moving around your apartment to get ready.

"Yeah, I can meet you at Arasaka, I guess." You added, going from your closet to your desk and tilting under it to find your sneakers. "Give me fifteen."

You bent down to your knees then reached under your desk for your sneakers, allowing your shirt to slip up from your hips.

Takemura huffed in response. "Do not delay this meeting, V."

You rolled your eyes, ignoring River's weight shifting on the floor suddenly. "Takemura, I will not be late."

"Don't be so sure, V," River said, resting a hand on your desk before kneeling behind you. "You're providing a real distraction right now."

You grimaced playfully as River's hand touched your hip then slid your shirt further up. You willfully ignored your boyfriend's wandering touch and returned your attention to Gojo along with your sneakers.

"See you, Goro," you said before shutting off your call. You shifted back, hoping to dissuade River's interest in your precarious position.

But you were met with a hard bulge, cloaked behind sweats, pressed directly against you. You blinked hard, acknowledging the heat now carefully rubbing against your pussy.

"Riv, I gotta go." You tried, ignoring the warning signs of enjoying this.

You closed your eyes to stop them from fluttering in pleasure, attempting to push the mental image of River marking every space of your body his.

"But you look real good like this, V," River tempted, his hand sliding back to your hip and pressing you harder to his crotch.

"Fuck," you whimpered out, dropping your shoulders further down and offering an upward tilt to your hips.

"And you want this just as bad," River growled lowly, hooking his thumb around the meat of your thigh to spread your cheek open. "Just like me, I can tell."

You hid another roll of your eyes, knowing that River was staring at the sudden gush of wet that emerged as soon as he knelt behind you.

"River, I--" you began, hooking your fingers onto your sneakers and dragging them across the floor as an effective excuse. "We can't. I'm gonna be late."

His growl never ceased, only lingered as his hand slipped up your side, along your ribs before grabbing a handful of your breast. "Gonna go meet your Arasaka rat, got no time for me?"

Though his tone wasn't full of malice, you felt his words were stung. River's fingers found your nipple and pinched tenderly, making you bow your chest away from his touch.

He chuckled, taking the opportunity of your body to pull you upright on your knees and into his body. River's other hand pressed your hips into his, his fingers slipping into your panties.

"I mean, you're so fucking wet. How will you focus like this?" River grit into your ear, pulling you impossibly close to him. The heel of his palm forced your ass against his sheathed cock and you bit back a whimper at shifting.

"My bad girl, gonna soak through your shorts and let your," River bared his teeth to your ear before nipping at your skin, "little fucking rat smell you?"

Your breath caught, your chest heaving in a hiccup. "River, I can't."

"'Can't,' you say," River's lips curled against you as his fingers slowly curled into your pussy, grinding the heel of his palm to your clit. "Your cunt says different."

You lost your breath, wiggling your hips slightly at the sensation River offered. With another languid pump of his fingers, you found your wet puddling in his palm, soaking his soft hand.

"I know," You tried, your hand reaching for both of his at your breast and pussy respectively. "But Takemura..."

"Can wait," River growled assertively, his nostrils flaring against your temple. "Unlike your stir crazy boyfriend. I could fuck you 'till you can't stand."

A shock ran through your body at his words, something so raw and undauntingly needy in his tone. Like he would tear into you and feast on your sinful flesh if he could.

You hid a gulp, glancing to catch River's face. "It's just five minutes from here."

Your word was everything you had with Takemura now, even though you'd proven yourself more than worthy of his trust ten times over now. Your body caved further into River, tilting your head back against his shoulder.

He took the opportunity to suck at the skin on your neck, suctioning it hard to his teeth before nibbling and letting go. You panted with every new bite he offered, his hickeys trailing down to the meet of your shoulder and neck.

"And it's three hours of this," River reminded you, using his arm draped over your hip to push your ass harder against his now-throbbing cock. "Drop your panties, V. Tell Takemura to fuck off."

You clenched around his digits plunged inside you, driving more wet out of you. You wiggled your hips against the heel of his palm, trying to earn more pleasing jolts through your body.

A stray whimper escaped your lips, leaning into River with a few heavy pants. Your hands grasped harder at River's, if only to pull him further onto you.

Your lips were molding to decline your boyfriend another time but your breath hitched and you ripped your panties down past your knees.

"Don't waste time," you responded in a low huff, reaching behind to grip River's hip. "Fuck me now."

River drew out a ribald tone lodged in his throat; his lips dragged further along your neck before suctioning at the hilt of your clavicle. "Good girl."

He pulled his hand away from your breast to tear down his sweatpants, allowing his cock to spring between your hot thighs. River put his hand back to your hips and urged you move over him.

You followed his silent instruction, attempting to force your knees together as you humped into River's palm, his cock pressed between your thighs.

"Goood..." River drew out, pressing his lips to your ear while he breathed steadily into you, "girl, beg for it?"

"Please," you urged, tightening around River's still fingers in your pussy.

He smirked against your earlobe, spreading his two fingers inside you apart to make you whine again. "Not good enough."

You tried to hump at his fingers, your thighs squeezed around his cock. Your ass jiggled against his waist, feeling his hot skin against yours.

"River," you panted, lengthening his name from your lips as you caught onto a sliver of pleasure from the heel of his palm against your clit.

"Oooh," River cooed, his lips curved in a soft 'o'. "Getting closer. Come on, baby. Keep going."

You scoffed in disbelief, forehead breaking into a sweat by this long tease. "Please," you said, practically whining as your bottom lip urged a pout.

If you could throw a tantrum about it, you would but your skin was already alight with a salacious warmth.

River chuckled mirthlessly into your ear, merging his lips into a kiss before pressing them to your temple. "My little whore...so needy."

Your eyes rolled, half in disbelief, before River's hand went to the back of your neck and forced you down to the floor.

"Show me how bad you want it," River ordered, retracting his hand from your pussy. "Show me that wet pussy."

You arched your back dramatically to display to your boyfriend. He'd lost his mind the first time you did it, and he apologized for the animal he was because of it.

Just like you'd hoped; you'd practiced, putting your arms under your chin as you leveled your chest and spread your knees apart. Angling your hips up, you felt the cool air of your apartment breeze against your pussy.

River drew in a low hiss, folding his bottom lip between his teeth as his hand went to the meet of your thigh and ass cheek. His thumb carefully rubbed down from your clit and between your lips before tenderly opening you in front of him.

"He's gone fucking feral now," Johnny griped, glitching from the couch to the ledge of your desk. "Godspeed, V. It's been nice knowing us."

You tried to hide your excitement with a simultaneous bite of your inside lips. With another moment passing, you raised your head up to meet River's gaze but his grip tightened on the back of your neck.

"Don't move," he growled, admiring his view from where he was.

He jostled his hold on your neck, making sure you stayed in position as he sat back on his haunches. River cleared his throat softly, hocking a bit of spittle at the opening of your pussy then dragged his thumb through it before sinking his digit into you.

You groaned at the feeling of the organic knuckle sliding into you; he slipped it along your innermost wall before finding your g-spot as his index finger folded over your clit.

"Don't," River metered out, spitting a little on his cock before taking grip of it in his cybernetic hand. "move a muscle, V. I want you but stay still."

You muscled through his order, trying your best to not react through your body. He took a slow stroke of his cock, admiring the view while you breathed steadily enough.

"River..." you mewed, your toes wriggling.

"I want to fuck you, but I want the easy one out of the way first." His thumb rubbed at your walls as his index finger began to tap in rhythm. "I want you to stay just like that. Cum from my fingers now."

His order shot up your spine, staring a new chill over your shoulders. You tried to your them to dispel the feeling but your knees ached to meld together.

River sat up on his knees again, jerking himself harder. "Come on, V. I know you can do it, baby. Cum on my fingers."

You turned your head slightly with a harsh exhale, acknowledging his order but trying to meter it out slowly. That was until River's free hand came down on the meatiest part of your thigh.

"Cum on my fingers, V." River ordered, his voice hardened and cold now. From the corner of your eye, you saw him straightened up.

The gaze you felt against your back was something visceral and ominous. River forced his tongue between his lips, trying to speed up his fingers inside you.

"Be my good filthy slut, V." River smacked again at your ass, sending a vibrating shock to your pussy.

Your knees finally forced together, ignoring his previous order; your body devolved to shivers, warding off the oncoming lashes of pleasure you felt from this new attention.

"Faster, V. Get there," River coached, his hand smacking your ass now repeatedly tapping at the same intensity as before.

You broke in an instant, ducking your forehead to your hands. The noises that escaped your chest were unrecognizable, pitchy and whiny while your hips rolled in the direction of River's fingers.

"There's my good girl," he cooed, retracting his thumb slowly from you and sliding his cock in its place. "Good, good girl."

Your comedown was halted at the driving wake of River's hot cock sliding into you. Your mouth fell open against the backs of your hands, your hips effectively shaking from the tidal crash of euphoria.

River took grip of your hips, holding you up in case of your knees giving way. "You feel so fucking good like this. I could cum right now."

You hummed in response, your eyelids threatening half-mast by his now-softer tone.

"I bet you want that, huh?" River teased, using your hips as leverage to stroke out of you painstakingly slow.

Your eyes crossed, another whimper escaping your open mouth. You tried to shake your head, stilted in the movement as you angled your hips further and followed River's slow pull.

"To be all..." River began, roaming his hands up your back to peel your shirt over your head. He folded himself over you, slowly lowering you to the floor as your hips angled up. "over and inside you. You want that, don't you?"

He bit at your ear, quickly snapping his hips to your ass and forcing his cock to the hilt. A muted squeak reverberated through your chest, another chill crawling down to your stomach.

River's hands grabbed at your wrists, holding them apart and out, stretching your body underneath him as he pulled back again then returned his hips to your ass with a soft jostle.

He snaked his tongue into your ear, then slathered his tongue across the back of your neck before pulling himself upright again. River took your hands behind your back, taking grip of your wrists in his cybernetic hand.

His other hand held at your hips and started a quick pace, rabbit-like thrusts that were hard to keep your strength against.

You tried to gain leverage on your shoulder but lost your breath, panting against the linoleum until you started to drool.

"You like feeling all of me?" River groaned, stopping his thrusts to be fully inside you. "Right here?"

His hand curled around your waist to press softly. A loud errant moan escaped you, your brows knitting together as your toes curled.

River rolled his hips while fully inside you, grazing his tip to your cervix. You twitched, your thighs attempting to close but stopped by River's knees planted between them.

"Don't get shy now, honey," River whispered, pulling out slightly to resume his pace. "I know you want my babies."

Your eyes rolled at his words, the feeling he resumed with his grip tightening on your wrists. After a few more thrusts, you raised your hips to meet him until you released a long moan of his name.

"Riv, Riv please," you pleaded, orgasming on his cock. Your walls quivered through his thrusts, the roaring beautiful ache roaming your back and around to your stomach.

"So soon?" River asked, his tone patronizing as he wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you up onto his waist, leaning himself back as you rested your head against his shoulder.

"I'm barely getting started, V," River teased, shifting you onto your knees over his lap. "I want to make a mess of you."

You tried to catch your bearings, barely coming down from the euphoric peak. Just as you adjusted your wrists in River's hold, your holodex rang again and you attempted to shake it away.

River scoffed, forcing his mouth to your temple. "Tell your rat you're busy, V," he grit against the back of your neck.

With your shirt tangled just in front of your neck, your arms still in it, you attempted to hide your flushed cheeks as you answered.

"Takemura, I'm sorry. I'll meet you...tomorrow," you tried to remain calm, your breathing ramped up as River started thrusting upward into you.

"V," Takemura's tone chastised you internally, mixing with the internal warmth and making your pleasure downright guilty. "You promised."

"I know," you panted as River's fingers teased at your clit. You couldn't help the immediate flutter of your eyes, your tongue prodding between your lips. "Tomorrow, I-I promise."

"You sure about that?" River asked in a whisper, spearing you fully on his cock.

You bit back another loss of your calm face. "Tomorrow night. I'll buy you dinner."

Takemura's face was stoic from the holodex, his brow crestfallen while his lips were forced into a straight line. "Fine. Contact me tomorrow."

You nodded and flustered to end the holodex short, throwing your head back in a loud moan as River's fingers began scrubbing at your clit.

"You feel guilty for leaving your rat out to dry? You got wetter from talking to him," River grumbled, his fingers stopping and pressing steadily at your clit. "Does his disappointment make you hot?"

You shook your head at River's shoulder, glancing over to your boyfriend. "Why, you jealous?" You teased, your voice quavering and holding no substance.

River grinned softly at you, his eyes narrowing at you as his face gleamed in a dew of sweat. "You never fucked him. You only wanted me."

You tried to roll your eyes but got caught on a hard press to your clit as his cock grazed your g-spot. "I only want you."

"Of course you do." River muttered against your mouth, catching your lips in a kiss as he rolled your hips on top of him.

You coiled on the feeling, each touch and movement River offered livening the raw nerve inside of you. "River, I--"

His top lip curled before your mouth, lifting your hips up before slamming you down again. You squirmed from the raw feeling, your eyes scrunching close to hold on further.

"Come on, my filthy little slut," River urged, revealing his grit teeth. "Make me cum."

You tried to roll your hips again, a breath yoyoing in your throat. Your walls flexed around his hot cock, feeling it twitch inside you until you bowed forward and came again.

Coating his cock with your wet, River drove into you and seized, sharing a moan just before your lips. The two of you passed a few noises between breaths, staring at each other as your bottom lip quivered.

"Can you feel that heat inside you?" River whispered, holding you flush on his hips. "Feel me inside of you, I want more of that."

You huffed against his beautiful, plushed lips and offered a small twist of a smile. "We got all day and night, baby."

"You're sayin' dangerous words, V," River groaned, shifting you on top of him.

With a few deep breaths, River managed to stand up with hoisting you over his shoulder in tow. You felt his essence slowly dribble down your inside thigh while he carried you back to bed.

"How about we order in, stay in bed, fuck each other raw?" You offered with a tender smile after he graciously dropped you on the mattress.

You rolled onto your back, sitting up on your elbows as you spread your thighs. "Make our own little imaginary litter."

River smirked at you from the side of your bed, his eyes dragging along your body before meeting your gaze. "I can make sure it's not imaginary, V."

You pulled your bottom lip in under your teeth. "All talk for a man so far away."

His eye blazoned with a new sense of urgency, hunger. River's chest heaved slowly as he stepped out of his sweats and climbed over you, taking the backs of your knees up to your chest before glancing at the windows.

"Let's get the shades, lose track of time."

You obliged him, motioning for the cyber shades to shield the sunlight away. In the dim red light of your bed, River braced your knees to his shoulders and angled you over yourself.

"I'll fuck a baby into you right now," River taunted, staring down at your body pressed over yourself.

The words threatened a lick of heat in your belly, almost urging you to get wetter for him.

"I'd like to feel you try," You teased back, already feeling his tip grazing your sensitive pussy.

River snarled softly, pushing through your high-pressed legs to kiss your lips. "You better call Takemura back, tell him tomorrow's no good either."

Bracing your hands to his cheeks, you leaned up and caught his mouth; you attempted to tilt your hips forward to meet his still-throbbing cock, the press already stinging at your insides.

You scoffed in disbelief of his statement, losing your edge when he sank into you again.

A long swear drew from your lips as River leveled his hips to your ass, effectively reaching the hilt. "No tough talk now?"

You edged to shake your head, your synapses short-circuiting instantly at the recurring warmth and girth of your boyfriend.

"That's what I thought," River spat against your lips in a harsh whisper. "Bad girl V, all talk. No bite."

You hissed inwardly through your teeth, ready to speak back but River slid out and drove back in, silencing you a second time.

Your walls were sensitive to no end now, feeling the need to close your legs tight but failing as they were pressed to your chest.

"Does she want to tap out?" River asked, his tone on the precipice of teasing but still genuine. "Is it too much?"

You gasped out a low 'no', your brows knitting together with a upward slope of pinched euphoria. "It's getting real good, don't stop."

River breathed out harshly, a flirty smile on his lips. "That's all I needed to hear."

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My personal cyberpunk romance rating (people on Reddit hated this for some reason)

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Good morning

#my art #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #river ward #had him on my mind again #the morning after his romance scene lives in my head rent free he’s just so damn kind and sincere

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I just wanted to share how pretty these look

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