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Her head slams against the wall so hard Johnny glitches. Silver fingers are wrapped around her throat, crushing her windpipe, and V bares her teeth at him.
“You fuckin’ whore.” He hisses at her. Rage burns so brightly in his brown eyes they could eclipse the sun. “You Corpo fuckin’ Slut.”
Spit lands on her lips and her cheeks.
V sneers as best she can with his thumb wedged under her jaw. “Can’t stand me sucking another guy’s dick, huh?”
Johnny sneers back, presses himself right up into her personal space and shoves his face into hers.
“He’s Arasaka.”
“Only reason we can even have this fight is because of Arasaka.” Her voice is thinner than she wants, her vocal cords struggling under the pressure of his hatred. “Maybe you should thank ‘em for giving you the chance to kill us both.”
His face is furious but his grip on her throat eases slightly. The air between them is hot with rage and sweat and tension. It shimmers like asphalt on a summer day.
“You know what I think?” She tilts her head as far down as she can, digging her chin into his wrist, “I think you’re jealous.”
Air hisses between his teeth.
“Wanna know why I fucked him and not you?”
His eyes flash her victory and she grins.
“Because he was there.”
Johnny rears forwards and their foreheads connect so hard he glitches again. Before V can even haul in a dazed breath his mouth is on hers like a fuckin’ brand, their teeth knocking together. Fury burns like kerosene on her lips, and the acrid taste of nicotine is on his tongue. She tries to get her hands against his chest, to get even an inch of space between them, but all she can manage is a grip on his vest. He doesn’t budge, just laughs into her mouth. “Cute.”
V bites and he rears back like a snake, blood welling on his lip.
“Bitch.”
She pouts at him, “Aw. I thought big bad Johnny Silverhand liked violence.”
The slap echoes in the apartment, her teeth cut into her cheek and she tastes blood. Grins and spits at him, the little flecks of red satisfying on his face.
“You-“
He yanks her forwards by the neck and she can’t balance against him. Falls forwards and they’re plastered together, Johnny’s chest rising fast under hers as his fingers slide up against her jaw, forcing her to look up.
Brown eyes leer down at her. “Bet I know how to shut you up.”
Her knees hit the floor and she yells just to piss him off. One hand wraps into her hair as the other unzips his pants. V swallows hard as he pulls his cock free.
“No more insults?”
“I’ve seen bigger.”
He pushes the head against her lips, lets go of her hair to grip her jaw. She resists but he pries her mouth open and thrusts his cock between her lips.V gags as he hits the back of her throat, the salty slip of skin heavy on her tongue. Lets her teeth drag against it and gags against as he digs his hand into her hair and yanks her head forwards. He keeps his grip tight as he starts to fuck her mouth. She struggles to keep pace, sucking air in through her nose and instinctively grabbing at his legs to steady herself. The noise he makes is so pleased it’s almost possessive.
Her knees are starting to hurt, the concrete floor more than hard against her bones. She digs her fingers into the meat of his thighs and forces her body to relax. Lets him fuck her throat in a steady rhythm. Heat settles in the pit of her stomach as her body rides the let down from her rush of pure adrenaline into a slow roll of oxytocin.
Johnny tugs at her hair and she opens her eyes as he forces her head back. “You’re a good cocksucker, doll.”
V says nothing, because her mouth is full of cock, just blinks up at him.
He laughs and pulls her off him by the hair, pulling up she forces her aching knees into motion and stands. His hand slips from her hair to her bruising neck, metal thumb brushing along her jaw line. Pulls her closer by the throat and slides his other hand to the small of her back, their bodies pressed together, the hard outline of his cock against her stomach.
V holds her breath as he leans in, lips against her ear. “Bet that little pussy of yours would feel real good around my cock.”
She swallows but says nothing.
“I know you want it, doll.”
“Liar.” She breathes.
Johnny laughs roughly, breath hot against her skin. “I ain’t the liar. I’m gonna fuck that whore cunt of yours no matter what you say.”
V tries to jerk away but his fingers dig into her and she winces.
“Nice try.”
He flips her around and shoves her away from her. Her tingling legs don’t respond fast enough and she falls against the couch, hands sinking into the upholstery. He’s behind her before she can struggle upright, pulling her back against him. With his arms around her waist, she can’t get away from him and his fingers play the buckle of her belt, then the zipper of her pants. Gravity takes the pants and he wraps an arm round her ribcage as he shoves her panties down her thighs.
V squirms as he runs his metal hand down her stomach and then dips between her legs.
“Shit.” He rasps, fingers slipping against her cunt. “All that, just from suckin’ me off?”
“I want’t doing anything.” She gasps.
“‘cept enjoying it.” He pushes between her shoulder blades, folding her over the back of the couch and kicking her legs apart.
“Fuck you.”
“No.” The head of him slips against her slick skin. “Fuck you.”
She yelps as he pushes into her, spreading her wide open. He’s big. So big, and she groans as he keeps going, filling her up until there’s no more room. Feels him in the pressure of her stomach pressed against the couch.
The pace he sets is ruinous, pounding into her cunt with hard thrusts, the couch groaning beneath them and the obscene slap of flesh of flesh in the air. V whimpers, sure her hipbones will bruise from the force of it. He keeps one hand on her back, forcing her to stay bent over as he fucks her. The other grips her waist. Johnny groans, flingers flexing into her skin as he rips his pleasure from her aching body.
It doesn’t stop her orgasm from inching up on her, the desperation of stimulation driving her to push back against him and he laughs, voice rough and low. “You like that, don’t you. Like it when I fuck you like the whore you are.”
“Not a whore.” She gasps, nerves on fire.
“Fuck like one.” He growls, pulling out of her with a wet noise. A needy moan slips from her lips and Johnny gathers her up against him, fingers sliding between her legs to press down on her clit. “Tell me you like it and I’ll let you cum.”
“Fuck you.” She breathes.
He grinds his thumb down against her and she squirms. “Johnny-“
“Go on, doll. Tell me you like it.”
“I like it.” She gasps, her voice wrecked from his cock in her throat. “I- I like the way you fill me up.”
He nips at the shell of her ear. “Good girl.”
She yelps as he throws her over the back of the couch and climbs over after her, pinning her down to the cushions with his body. V watches in surprise as he slides down to kneel between her thighs and then he buries his face in her dripping cunt and her surprise turns to pleasure. His beard is rough against her skin, his tongue as deft on her clit as his fingers and her orgasm tears through her in thirty seconds flat as she screams his name.
Her eyes are closed when he kisses her, his lips salty with her cum. V opens her lips and eyes in surprise and he licks into her mouth. It’s deeply erotic, she thinks hazily. Then her legs are over his shoulders and his cock is in her again and all thoughts go out the window as he fucks her in deep, heavy thrusts. V cries out, her pleasure-wracked body protesting as he pushes her up towards another orgasm, clit grinding against his stomach every time he bottoms out.
Time blurs and sensations mix together as a second orgasm washes over her, his thrusts turning desperate and rough as she shivers underneath him, overstimulation turning pleasure into pain.
“Please.” She whispers. “Please. Johnny, stop.”
“I’m gonna cum inside you.” He says against her ear.
“I can’t-“
“You can.” He rasps. “You can. Just a little longer, doll.”
V feels tears in the corners of her eyes as he pounds into her aching, abused cunt. She can’t move, pinned down beneath him, body shuddering. Each thrust shoves her down into the couch cushions, their hips slamming together.
“Johnny!” She pleads.
“Yeah.” He says, burying his face in the crook of her shoulders. “Yeah.”
“No.” Her voice is wrecked, vision blurred.
“Please.” He doesn’t sound any better, want making him rough and sloppy.
She closes her eyes as he loses his rhythm and slams into her in disjointed, desperate thrusts.
“V. I’m- I’m gonna-“
He slams their hips together and spills inside her. V tilts her head back and inhales, cunt spasming around the cock pressed inside her. When he pulls out she winces, cum spilling out of her, dripping onto the couch. Her body is spent, her muscles weak and shaky. Her cunt hurts and she knows she’ll be sore and bruised all over tomorrow.
“Johnny?”
He flops back onto the couch. “Yeah?”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know.”