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Rent-Free (Johnny Silverhand/OC Female V)

Notes; IVE BEEN ENABLED AGAIN!!!!!! AHHHHH BLAME @rosyibby, but uh, yeah basically given how much we talk about Johnny living rent free in V’s head, it made me think of paying rent through other means...*cue the cheesy porn music* Additionally, this does technically go along with my previous Johnny Silverhand fic, but like they’re not so intertwined that you won’t get it. It’s porn, you’ll catch on. Thanks for all the love on my previous nasty Johnny porn. 

Word Count: 2334

Warnings: Oral, Cunnilingus, Unprotected Sex (hologram fucking has perks), Vaginal Sex, Kissing, Johnny being gross, Dirty Talk, I’m lowkey still insecure on writing dirty talk, so hopefully this isn’t bad, also yeah game still isn’t out so he’s prob ooc to some degree

Hot water rushes from the shower head, relaxing Aidan’s aching muscles. Silence around her as she works shampoo into her hair, a welcomed moment of peace in her life, something that’s been so absent since this mess has begun. It’s late, around four in the morning, she just finished a smuggling run with Jackie. Things went south as they often do, her entire body aches from the shootout, but they got out alive and that’s all that matters.  

She works and lather soap into her skin, feeling the roughness of scars gathered contrasting against the soft give of her body. Aidan squeezes her own breast, feeling the heat and tingle of pleasure from her own groping fingers. She starts to move her other hand further down between her thighs, wanting to take advantage of the moment of calm. 

“You pent up again?” 

“God damn it!” She yells out when Johnny’s voice rings through her head, nearly slipping in her own shower. And he laughs at her as he always does, she quickly finishes washing, before stepping out. 

Johnny is leaning against the bathroom wall, arms crossed in front of him as he watched Aidan walk past, no shame in the way his dark brown eyes drag across her naked frame. Weeks have passed since their little…interaction when she tried to find a hookup. The encounter wasn’t brought up again, Aidan refusing to acknowledge it. 

And she still doesn’t acknowledge it, the weird sexual tension that’s been created between her and the ghost in her head. 

“Don’t rush on my account,” Johnny says as she quickly dries off and throws on an overside shirt along with a pair of shorts. She’ll just get to sleep as soon as possible, ignore the dampening heat in her core. 

“You’re the actual worst, you know that?” She grumbles as she leaves the bathroom, making a beeline for her bedroom. Hopefully, none of Johnny’s memories or brain weirdness will come through her dreams, she needs some peace. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve told me a billion times, well, that is when you weren’t screaming my name or thinking about riding my-“ 

“Shut the fuck up!” She yells out, her neighbors must think she’s crazy, but she can’t help but scream at him as she flops back on her bed. 

Aidan can feel his gaze on her, looking up to see Johnny standing at the foot of her bed, looking down at her. The position reminds her of that night, him watching her getting fucked, the heat in her core rises again. There’s a lazy calmness in the way he looks her over , no hurry or fervor, just taking her in. His eyes hovering around the plush of her thighs, moving up to where her shirt has ridden up, revealing an expanse of her soft stomach. 

“Seriously,” she starts to speak again, hoping her words can cool the heat gathering between her thighs, “you’re like the worlds shittiest roommate.” 

“Am I?” 

“Yes, you really fucking are. You have no boundaries, you do nothing but annoy me, I can’t rid of you, hell, at least a roommate might pay rent.” 

“Oh, you need me to pay rent? Sure, just let me get my wallet,” Johnny says, reaching into his pocket just to pull out his middle finger.

“Cute.” She rolls her eyes, of course he’s going to be a shit about it. 

“Cute enough for you to throw your panties at.” 

“Shut up! Just shut up!” 

He lets out a low chuckle, resonating deep in his chest, the sound stoke the flames in her center just that much more. Why is he so fucking attractive? Then she feels it, a hand grabbing at her shin, the rough callouses of his right hand. 

“You really want me to start contributing something?” There’s a teasing tone to his voice. 

“I mean, I know you can’t, but you could at least stop irritating me.” 

“Eh, don’t think I can, but I can think of something I can do that might make you a little less tense,” he says, hand skimming further up her leg. 

“Seriously, offering sex in place of rent, you watch that much porn?” 

“C’mon, Samurai, we’re way past the point of you pretending you don’t wanna fuck me, don’t you think?” 

And he’s probably right. 

“I’m definitely right.” 

“You know reading my mind is not attractive, right?” 

“Yet, you still find me attractive, funny how that works.” 

“Fine, fine,” she covers her face with her arm, cheeks burning red, “I wanna fuck you, happy?” 

“I mean, wasn’t exactly a secret, but it’s nice hearing you admit it.” 

“Shut up and touch me.” 

And then he’s over her, knees on her mattress on either side of her hips, hands grabbing the bottom of her shirt. He’s quick and rough as he yanks it off over her head, throwing it across the room. She barely has a moment to take in the cool air from her chest being exposed before he’s groping and touching her, the contrast between the smooth cold metal of his left hand and the warm calloused fingers on his right makes her whimper, arching her back to meet his touch.  The feeling of his thumbs rubbing over her nipples draws another gasp from her throat and then the heat of his mouth connects to her chest. 

“Fuck,” she curses as he works harsh kisses down her body, his touch is hungry and passionate, but most importantly of all completely unpredictable. 

There’s no patterns to where he kisses; whether it’s her collarbones, the plush of her breasts, her ribs, or her stomach. No way for Aidan to know if it’ll be the press of his lips, the laving of his tongue, or the bite of his teeth. The only constant is the scratch of his beard, rubbing her tender skin raw under his touch. She tries to wrap her fingers in his hair, to wrap the dark strands around her fingers but he moves too quickly, and she only gets a brief touch of them. 

A sharp nip just above the waistband of her shorts is her only warning before he’s yanking them off of her. Rough fingers run through her slit, just a fleeting touch as Johnny gathers her slick on his fingers. 

“You’re soaked.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be keeping my mouth busy,” he tells her before sucking his fingers into his mouth, licking her wet from his own skin. 

Then he’s practically bending her in half, pressing her thighs back to her chest, the force lifting her hips and ass off the bed. The position completely opens her up to him, no way to hide her cunt from his view. Before she can squirm or get embarrassed, his mouth is on her. His tongue licking through her folds, lapping up every drop of slick. He eats her out like he’s desperate for it, like he needs to drink up every gush of wet to survive, licking deep inside of her. His tongue finding every spot that will make her wetter. 

His beard rubs the lips of her sex raw, but she can’t find it in her to mind the edge of pain, when his tongue runs up to her clit. No true pattern, no way to predict how long he’ll go between sucking harshly on the bundle of the nerves to licking around it; back and forth between too much and not enough. The heat inside of her is reaching a boiling point, nearly crashing over the precipice of pleasure, but he pulls back before she can meet her end every time. She buries her fingers in his hair, finally feeling the softness of the locks, but she despite her pressing she can’t control his pace. 

And he stops. 

She whines at the loss of pleasure as he pulls away from her. Slick coats his lips and chin, shining in the moonlight that drifts into her bedroom. His looks are grossly unfair for someone who’s both dead and technically in his eighties. Oh god, she’s fucking an eighty something year old digital ghost-

He presses his lips to her and she can’t help gasp, tasting herself on his tongue. Johnny presses down on her body, so his body weight presses her thighs down against her chest, erection grinding into her pussy and her ankles practically on his shoulders. Her slick on his chin presses wetly against her, as his tongue pushes deeply into her mouth. She meets his lips and the passion of it, trying to taste Johnny through her own wet, taking in where he tastes like cigarettes.  

“Stop thinking,” he tells her as he pulls away, realizing the lip lock was to stop her train of thoughts about all the reasons this is wrong. 

“I really wish I could, sorry, but I mean…can you honestly say this isn’t fuckin’ weird?” 

“Who gives a shit?” 

“Wow, that fixed all my anxiety, thank you for you endless wealth of wisdom.” Aidan rolls her eyes. 

“So, the goal is now to fuck you hard enough your brain shuts off, got it.” 

“I wi-” she pauses when she feels his cock pressing against her thigh, smearing pre-cum on her skin, “when did you get naked?” 

“I’m a hologram, I can just do that.” 

“Wha-so when you only had your dick out last time, that was purely for effect?”  Aidan is grinning and already on the verge of laughing at the idea of Johnny being that committed to pretending he has to undo his pants. 

“I mean, kinda…” 

And she bursts out laughing, it’s just too silly and ridiculous, he’s so fucking dramatic. How could one man be so dramatic? What the fuck? Her stomach hurts with the force of her laughter. 

“Don’t laugh at me when I’m trying to fuck you.” 

She tries to stifle her laughter , biting her lip as she looks up at Johnny, he’s smiling. Not a smirk or some smug expression, just a soft little smile, as he looks down at her. The anxiety and tension that has started to creep back up have mostly subsided, humor settling her nerves. 

He grinds his cock down against her slick cunt, reminding her of what they’ve been building up too. 

“This is like…safe, right?” 

“Don’t worry, can’t knock you up or anything. I’ll just fuck you like I’m trying to.” 

Her face flushes red at his words and then he thrust his hips, sliding into her. She screams out his name, between the position and her own slick, he hits deep inside of her, no resistance as her body takes him in. He doesn’t tease or hold back, his entire length pressing into her, filling her completely. 

“Fuck, I knew you’d be tight, but god damn, feel like I’m break you open.” 

“Ah, uhhh, don’t say weird shit.” 

Johnny’s thrusts are punishing and harsh, brutal in the snap of his hips and she wishes she could hear the wet slap of their bodies connecting over and over again. 

“What, don’t wanna hear about how your cunt is choking my dick.” 

“Mnnnn….” All she can respond with is a whine. 

“Don’t wanna hear about how I’m gonna fill you up, how I’m gonna make you leak my cum.” 

“Johnny…” 

He’s pounding into her, each thrust and stroke of his cock inside of her building up the heat inside of her, tightening the tension in her core. The head of his dick hits deeply, harshly fucking against the sensitive spot deep inside of her. Slick keeps her able to take it all, despite the roughness and the size of him, each slam of him into her making more gush out. She can feel her own wet dripping down her the curve of her ass.

“Gonna rearrange your fuckin’ guts, make sure you fit me and no one else.” His voice is tight with a slight growl, movements speeding up. 

And while a part of her knows it’s dramatic, just bedroom talk if his dick was in her organs, they’d have some issues. But, she swears he’s doing exactly that. Carving out his place inside of her, a place only meant for him, so deep inside of her she can feel it in her throat. Stroking the embers of a fire that only he can turn into an inferno.

When that inferno of pleasure builds too high, the tension within her snaps, the bubble burst, and she’s crying out incomprehensibly as she cums on his cock. Everything whites out, mind empty as her body is overridden with pleasure, cunt clenching around him and body squirming as he keeps fucking her through her orgasm. 

“Holy fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry, fuck!” 

And he cums inside of her, hot and warm, flooding her with it. Heavy thick spurts of white coating her insides until it’s too much for her body to hold in, dripping out where the two connect. Her body is still twitching and squirming as she works through her aftershocks, once she’s a little more in touch with reality, she wonders whether his cum on her sheets will need cleaning. 

He pulls out of her and even more of it spills out, Aidan whimpers between the loss of him inside of her and the mess on her thighs. Johnny rolls over to lay next to her, it still astounds her just how real he feels, his body heat next to her own. 

She wants to lay on him, she realizes, a desire to lay her head on his chest. Aidan isn’t seriously considering cuddling with him, is she losing her mind? 

“Just ask for what you want, dumbass.” 

He wraps an arm around her sweaty shoulder and tugs her in against him, her cheeks reddening as she hides her face in his chest. There’s a lot she could mull over, a lot to think about, but with her eyelids growing heavier…it’s best to leave it alone for the night, to take Johnny’s advice for once and stop thinking so much. 

[lucretia-waits]

Crazy on you

Rating: Explicit (bc i’m hoe)

Word count: like 1.7k I think

Pairing: Johnny silverhand x fem!V

Warnings: Too many fucking commas. Some fluff, mostly smut. Slight dubcon because Johnny wakes V up by playing with her. Set post-game.

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written from Johnny’s perspective and I hope it doesn’t feel ooc. Yes I was listening to Heart when I wrote this.

It’s at the ass crack of dawn when Johnny hears V and Panam pull into the camp. He’s lying on top of the covers in their small bedroom located in the back of their rv, his legs hanging off the bed. He’s been staring at the ceiling and listening to the radio for probably a good two hours, bored as hell and unable to sleep. He had made himself some shitty instant coffee earlier but his cup on the nightstand has long since gone cold. The sound of the door being opened has him sitting up. From his spot at the edge of their bed he has a good view of the short narrow hallway. He sees her enter, movements slow as she gently closes the door behind her and slides the lock shut. The corners of his mouth pull up into a smile because she’s trying so hard to be silent. It’s cute. He watches V toe off her shoes, sets her backpack down on the floor before turning to start walking down the hallway.

“Oh,” She says, now facing him. “You’re awake.”

He shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.”

She makes her way down to their bedroom in just a few strides, her brows furrowed with concern as she comes to stand in the space between his knees. His hands go to her hips, thumbs slipping beneath the thin fabric of her shirt to rub patterns into the flesh there. She cups his face in her hands, leans down to kiss him. He can feel her smiling against his mouth and he feels his heart speed up, joy blooming in his chest. She has a hand tangled in his hair, tugging softly, the other cupping the side of his face. She licks at his bottom lip and Johnny hums in approval, parting his lips eagerly. She licks her way into his mouth and he moans, hands sliding down from her hips, giving her ass a light squeeze before tapping her knee. She gets the message, breaking the kiss momentarily to crawl into his lap. Her hands are resting on his shoulders and the warm weight of her has arousal pooling at the base of his spine. He begins to press kisses along her jaw and instead of tilting her head to the side to give him better access to her throat she pulls away with a laugh. “I’ve gotta take a shower, Johnny!” She says, cupping his face once more and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before standing up.

He groans, collapses back onto the bed. He turns his head to see her rummaging through the closet, grabbing out some clothes and a towel before making her way to the bathroom. He listens to the spray of water from the shower and briefly contemplates taking care of his little problem. But he didn’t get himself off while she was gone and he isn’t about to now that she is here.

Roughly fifteen minutes pass before the water shuts off, another three until she finally joins him. Her hair is wet and she’s dressed in just a white t-shirt and underwear. She clambers onto the bed beside him, crawls under the thin blanket and rubs at her eyes. There is now light peeking through the crack at the top of their bedroom curtains, painting their bedroom in dark blue light. She looks over at him, pats the space beside her. “Lay with me.” She says and Johnny stands, slips out of his jeans, lets the fabric pool at his ankles. He steps out of them and leaves them there on the floor. He gets into bed, arms behind his head. He feels V press against him, snuggling into his side, draping an arm across his waist. He smiles as she lays her head on his chest, her eyes already closed. “So, how’d it go?” He asks and V yawns. “Went okay. Couple a cyberpsychos, bugged a temple, stole and delivered a van full of leather jackets.” She mumbles, rubbing again at her eyes before settling once more. “Panam got a couple jobs too. Made good money.” A few moments of quiet pass between them. He listens to the way her breathing changes, becoming slower and deeper. Johnny closes his eyes too.

*

It’s been a little over an hour, the ends of V’s hair still a bit damp from the shower. He’s now lying on his side facing her. He tried to get some sleep and failed. He knows he should let her get her rest too but having her so warm and close to him after being apart for four days is driving him crazy. The white t-shirt she wore to bed has ridden up, exposing her hips and lower stomach. He brings up the hand of his metal arm to curve along her hip and up her stomach, V shifts in bed but doesn’t wake. Johnny’s silver fingers grasp the edge of her shirt and slowly push it up and over her chest. He grins, leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, swirls his tongue. V makes a soft sound and he looks up, sees her stir. He continues, shifts so he’s straddling her thighs, leans down and takes the other nipple into his mouth, releasing it with a tease of his teeth. He presses kisses to her sternum, down her ribs and stomach, can feel her squirm beneath him as he reaches the waistband of her panties. He looks up to meet her heavy lidded eyes with a smirk. “Good morning,” He says, fingers hooking under the waistband and he moves to pull the fabric down her thighs. V helpfully lifts her hips and Johnny lets the underwear fall to the bed. His hands are on her thighs, eagerly pushing them apart to accommodate him.

He wastes no time. Gives a slow lick up her slit that has her whimpering, fingers tangling themselves in his dark hair. He smiles against the inside of her thigh, nips at the flesh there. She gasps and Johnny swipes his tongue over the bite to soothe the ache. She groans.

“I didn’t even sleep long. You couldn’t wait?” She mumbles, voice rough from sleep.”“Been a few days. Waited long enough.” He says and slides his arms under her thighs, gives another slow lick and he moans, savors the taste of her on his tongue as he grinds his hips into the bed. He gives a hard suck to her clit and she cries out, fingers tightening in his hair. V’s free hand snakes down and searches for his metal one where it rests at her hip. She lays her hand on top of his and squeezes softly. That little bit of affection has his lips pulling up into a smile. He slides his organic arm out from under her leg and slowly sinks two fingers into her pussy, enjoys the little whine the action elicits. He sucks her clit, laps at her cunt and his fingers press against that sweet spot inside her. Johnny feels her tilt her hips against his mouth, loves the sounds pouring from her lips, can’t get enough of the way she whimpers and whines beneath him. His fingers pick up their pace.

“F-fuck I’m gonna-” She cries out and Johnny can feel her clench around his fingers as her body tenses and shudders as she rides out her orgasm. He continues until she’s sensitive and he pulls his fingers from her. He sits up, takes his slick fingers into his mouth and licks them clean. V has a soft, sweet smile on her face as she stares up at him and Johnny can’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss her. It’s soft, gentle even and it makes him dizzy. She nips at his bottom lip and he groans, grinds against her, can feel her wet heat through the thin fabric of his underwear.

He breaks the kiss, straightens up and slides his underwear down his legs and lets them drop to the bed. He takes his cock in hand, swipes his thumb over the head and bites back a moan. V wiggles her hips and Johnny smirks, one hand cupping the back of her knee and holding up her leg. With his other hand he lines himself up and pushes in, watches as V’s eyes become heavy lidded and she bites her lip. Johnny bottoms out, pulls his hips back nearly all the way before pressing in again and he moans, eyes closing as he tilts his head back.

 “Fuck I missed you, V.” He says, his silver hand cupping the back of her other leg, holding her open for him. Her hands are beside her head, clenching the edges of her pillow in her fingers. “M-missed you too.” She replies, gasping as he speeds up. Her pretty eyes flutter shut, brows knit and cheeks flushed. He pushes her knees a little more toward her chest, feels pressure building in his lower abdomen. Johnny groans. “Touch yourself for me, V.” He says, watches her cup her breast and pinch a nipple. She whines, drags her hand down her stomach and hip before she starts rubbing circles into her clit. And fuck- she’s just so slick, hot and fuckin’ tight around his cock. His pace gets quick and sloppy, she’s panting, moaning and squirming under him, telling him she’s close, her fingers rubbing faster. Johnny can feel her orgasm coming, growls and grips her tighter. “Mm fuck yeah, V. Cum for me princess.” She cries out and clenches around him, hips jerking and Johnny moans, that familiar pressure in his stomach growing and fuck he’s so close. He snaps his hips forward, losing himself in how fuckin good she feels. He does it once, twice, three times and moans, eyes slipping shut as pleasure washes over him. He gives a couple of slow thrusts, riding out his orgasm before pulling out and collapsing beside V, his face half-buried in a pillow.

She pulls her shirt down and turns onto her side, smiling as she brushes strands of his dark hair from his eyes. He turns his head so he can look at her better. He feels love bloom in his chest, corners of his mouth turning up in a soft smile and he’s so fucking glad they have today for themselves. He doesn’t really care what they do, listen to music, sleep all day- it doesn’t matter when it comes to V. He’s just happy he gets to have this, have her. His flesh arm snakes under the thin pillow his head is on, the other reaches up, rests in the small space between them. V immediately lays hers on his.

“Love you.” She whispers, pressing a kiss to his temple. He feels himself melt. “Love you too, V.”