#Male V cyberpunk 2077

[annahideyuki]

lick

[gococogo]

Day Fourteen: Face Fucking/Eating Out

Kinktober Masterlist will come after October

Synopsis: With the rare occasion that V and Johnny can touch each other, they make the best of it before it's over.

Word Count: 1.1K

Genre: Cyberpunk 2077

Pairing: Male V/Johnny Silverhand

Warnings: Face fucking/Deep throat/Blow job/Ass eating/Choking

V trembles on the edge of the bed, his arms wrapped around his thighs to keep his legs up high. But that’s all he can focus on right now. The buzz that fogs his mind and body is something he thinks the chip is doing tenfold.

Or maybe it’s just because Johnny is just that damn good with his tongue. The rocker’s hands hold tightly onto his thighs, the feeling of his hands being there seeming so real. V almost forgets he’s just an engram on a chip.

But right now, Johnny’s tongue invading his ass feels too real to not be fake. His hands hold V’s ass open roughly, hard enough to leave two big handprints when he’s done. Whatever that wicked tongue can do, it has V shaking. Physically shaking. All those jokes and fuck arounds the two had, Johnny wasn’t lying. He knows how to use his it that silvered tongued deviled.

V’s dick twitches as Johnny licks up from his ass to his balls. He can’t help the shaky breath that comes from his mouth. And Johnny gives a satisfied hum at that. He lets V’s legs down, but only so he can pin him in place on the bed by his hips. Thumbs dig into the soft part of his waist and it hurts, but it only has V groaning for more.

Johnny glitches suddenly.

The both of them freeze in place, eyes widening as they wait. Wait if this short lived moment of touch is over or if it’s continuing. Johnny squeezes V’s hips, testing to see if they’re still right. And when V hisses in pain as Johnny’s metal arm squeezes a little too hard, the rockstar keeps going.

“Better make the most of this before it’s over,” Johnny cocks a smile.

V grunts as he can feel Johnny’s hot breath over his cock.

“Come on, Johnny,” he almost whines out.

“Don’t be going soft on me now, V. What would they say if someone saw you like this?” Johnny mocks.

At that thought, it should’ve deterred V or even put him off, made him uncomfortable at the thought of someone watching him. Or about to walk in. But it only excites him and Johnny sees the glint in his eyes. He snorts at that, moving up V’s body until they’re face to face, nose to nose, air to air.

“Remind me to try and do this when you’re out on one of your gigs next,” Johnny’s tone is dark.

It’s a promise, not a statement. V swallows thickly at that.

Johnny works his way down V’s body once more, kissing and biting and sucking until he reaches his leaking dick. Warm lips wrap around the head of his cock and V can’t help the small buck of his hips. Johnny bobs his head, flattening his tongue so he can get more of V down his throat.

“You’ve- ah- You’ve obviously had practice,” V groans out.

The rockstar comes off with a wet pop. “I’m just taking note of what everyone else has done to me.”

“What? You’ve never sucked a dick before?”

“Once or twice, was more Kerry’s thing.” Johnny replies deeply.

“You and Kerry?”

“No. But the orgies were fun.”

And somehow, he’s a natural. No, of course he is. He’s Johnny Silverhand. An egotistical prick that will get shit right the first time or not do it again.

V’s hand grip tightly into Johnny’s hair to guide him back down onto his cock. The groan that comes from the rockstar is only encouragement for V to keep going. He uses Johnny’s hair as leverage to push him further down his dick. Slowly at first, testing the waters. But when V doesn’t get a punch to the gut or a bird flipped at him, he continues on.

He moves Johnny slowly, not wanting to hurt him. He can feel his dick hit the back of his throat in which he receives a small choke. Johnny is pulled from V dick’s, but it isn’t the guy receiving the blow job that does it.

“If you’re going to pull my hair and fuck my face,” Johnny snaps roughly, “Don’t treat me like some virgin whore that’s going to go cry to her mummy and question why she got into whoring in the first place.”

That, has V biting in tongue on the many words he wants to counteract Johnny’s insult with.

With a little bit too much anger, V drags Johnny up the bed by his hair. He pushes the rockstar down on his back and proceeds to sit on his chest. How? V doesn’t question it.

His dick touches Johnny’s lips and he can’t help but thrust a little forward to smear his precum over his mouth and cheek. It’s a hot sight V must admit. Having Johnny underneath him, watching him with dark eyes. V pushes his dick into Johnny’s mouth in which he takes it eagerly.

Johnny suddenly grabs V’s ass and pushes him further down his throat, obviously getting testy. The action has V bending over Johnny, holding his hair as the other makes work of his dick. The buzz that rushes through him is paralysing.

He thrusts into Johnny’s mouth, his dick slipping down his throat with ease. The hot wetness is something too real for V’s liking. But in the race to catch his high before all of this ends and another relic attack comes around dwindles the worries.

Johnny squeezes his ass tighter as V abuses his throat, as if urging him on. Using the rocker like his own personal fleshlight. He keeps going at a desperate rate, chasing his own high. His dick slips down Johnny’s throat each time he thrusts him. Johnny’ chokes lightly, the noises coming from him almost disgusting but V can’t get enough. His balls tense up as he grunts with every movement. Until finally, Johnny does something that tips him over the edge.

Johnny pulls V nearly all the way out of his mouth but he sucks at the head. He flicks his tongue under V’s foreskin with a wicked smile. And that, that has him coming in Johnny’s mouth. Even though V cums onto his bed, Johnny’s engram is shown drinking it up nevertheless.

V’s body shakes as he falls onto the bed next to Johnny with a huff. The rockstar breathes heavily as he stares up at the ceiling. He licks his lips and that alone is hot. V reaches out to touch Johnny’s arm.

He can feel his arm for a moment, before it sinks right through, Johnny’s engram flickering blue. Johnny looks to V, a small flicker of disappointment coming to his eyes. He flickers off the bed and over to the window without a word.

“No aftercare or cuddles?” V pokes.

Johnny flicks on his aviators then lights a cigarette from god knows where. He draws slowly and then exhales the smoke. More force of habit at this point that’s followed him into his engram.

“Not my type of thing,” he grumbles back.

V sits up. “You would if you could.”

All he gets back is a little, “Hmph.”

[astarionhistears]

[lalalalyla]

……

[kayomomiyo]

[ashesfordayz]

If you were still here

I think if both Jackie and Johnny were alive they'd be besties 😂

[motkultur]

[ziriii]

[deadlilmoon]

look at me

+Bonus

[citrus-teas]

You'd be like heaven to touch ✨️ 🌠

(Pov the netrunner has pstd/autistic meltdowns about cold water )

(Also Based off the elevator kiss from matrix)

[cactus-teeth-art]

More of them bc erm well (explodes) ((I can't think too hard about the first one or else I'll black out)) (((it appeals to my need for a man to be almost like a loyal rabid dog for another man)))

[annahideyuki]

Sketch of my V before and after phantom liberty events

same face, different V

[uwuchidraws]

🐺🐶.

[astarionhistears]

[virgil-630]

It's time to go through the phantom liberty✌️

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