v's boything

Warning(s): vampire johnny, top johnny/bottom reader, blood loss, almost loss of consciousness, implied johnny silverhand x reader x v Word Count: 2132 AO3 LinkMasterlist

You're stirred awake by cold hands slipping under your shirt. You recognize them even in the haze of sleep and halfheartedly try to pull away, grumbling when their grip on you only tightens and you're pulled into an equally cold body.

"Johnny," you mumble, grabbing his 'ganic wrist through your shirt. "What are you doing?"

Lips press against the back of your neck in a kiss, and you already know what he wants from you. "What do you think? I'm hungry," he says, sharp teeth scraping across your skin. It makes you shiver.

"You can wait till morning," you still tell him, 'cause you're tired and the last time Johnny woke you up to feed, you hadn't been able to go back to sleep. It'd pissed you off and you weren't in a rush to go through that again.

Johnny makes a pained sound, halfway between a whimper and a groan as he presses closer to you. He's shaking, you realize then. He normally ran cold, as most vampires did, but you're suddenly aware just how much colder he felt then.

You let out a slow breath, trying to fight the agitation threatening to boil over. It was too early for an argument. "When did you last eat?"

"Couple weeks ago," Johnny mumbles in response. His arms tighten around you, his nose pressed to the skin under your ear. "V forgot to give me some before he left."

You puff out another quiet breath. The likelihood of V forgetting was slim, slimmer than Johnny not reminding V to feed him. You'd bet real money Johnny had either planned this or he'd forgotten he needed to eat. You would've seriously debated telling him to wait for V if he wasn't due home for another week and a half.

When you don't answer fast enough for him, Johnny squeezes you a little. "C'mon, I'm starving," he insists. Then, a little desperately, "Please."

That little plea quickly tears down the wall, however flimsy it was in the first place, you'd tried to put up. Johnny rarely, if ever, asked nicely for things. You're vaguely aware that Johnny was probably just putting on a show just to get you to give in, but at this point, you couldn't find it in yourself to actually care.

"Fine. You can take some."

Before you'd even finished your sentence, Johnny was rolling you onto your back and crawling over you. Like this, you were able to get a good look at him. He looks a lot paler than normal, pupils blown unbelievably wide, with his lips parted in harsh pants despite not needed to actually breathe. In a way, he looked good. That hungry, wild look in his eyes makes your dick twitch.

He leans over you, presses a chaste kiss to your lips, before dipping down to your neck. The only warning you get is a light kiss before teeth sink into your neck. A sharp pain shoots through you that makes you gasp, makes your back arch up off the bed as you clutch at his shoulders. The pain melts to pleasure when Johnny laves his tongue over the punctures and starts sucking.

You can hear every mouthful of blood he swallows, his satisfied groans as he fills his stomach. Underneath that, your own harsh breathing reaches your ears. Johnny's mouth and body feel good against your skin, both slowly warming as he feeds. Your cock is achingly hard, but when you reach down to palm yourself, he slaps your hand away.

You're damn near ready to curse him out for it, for denying you when he'd been the one to wake you for this, before his 'ganic hand cups your cock, palm grinding against the bulge. Your hips lift off the bed into the touch and your head falls back as you moan, granting Johnny more space that he eagerly takes. He presses closer, palms you harder until you start squirming underneath him.

This time, when you reach down to shove your sleep pants down and off, Johnny lets you. His fist closes around your cock as soon as it springs free and you do nothing to stop the moan that spills from your lips. Johnny lets you fuck his fist. You're aware of him rubbing up against your thigh, of his cock hardening against you. You want it. So bad.

You tug on his hair to get his attention. He growls like a dog being denied food, squeezing your dick hard enough to make you hiss in pain. "Fuck Johnny, easy," you rasp, flushing at how hoarse your voice sounds already. "Just want your cock, c'mon."

The explanation seems to sate Johnny, and gets him moving again. Pulling away from your neck, he shoves his pants down to his knees and a grabs a bottle of lube from who knows where. You know he has to stop touching you, but you still whine when he lets go out of your cock. It's leaking, leaving a smeared, tacky mess on your tummy. Fuck, you didn't remember this feeling this good last time.

Johnny seems as impatient as you as he pours lube over his hand. He spills it everywhere—on the sheets, your dick, your tummy. At least you were planning on washing the sheets today anyway.

His mouth returns to your neck as he shoves two fingers into you. You can take them, but the sudden intrusion makes you jump, makes you clench hard around his fingers. Johnny groans against your neck.

You think it's the fastest he's ever prepped you. Two fingers turn into three, and then they turn into the head of his cock, steadily pressing into you while you try to relax. Johnny's mouth migrates from your neck to your lips, and he licks into your mouth, not caring that he was making you taste your own blood as he kisses you. He swallows your moan as he bottoms out.

His 'ganic hand moves to your neck, where his thumb drags through the blood still trickling from the bite. He makes a real mess, smearing red all over your neck and up to your chin. You're sure he stains your—really it was V's—shirt when he hooks his fingers into the collar of it.

Johnny sits up, bringing you with him, and still kissing you. For a second, you're confused. Until Johnny's hands move to your hips and he, somehow without removing you from his lap, gets you to straddle him.

"Asshole," you puff against his lips when the realization settles. He wanted you to do all the work. Wanted you to ride him like he was the one who deserved a favor for doing this.

Johnny smirks against your lips. "You wanted it," he says, squeezing your hips before his hands slide down to your thighs. The lingering coolness of his chrome makes you shiver. "So take it."

Johnny's hands support you a little as you lift yourself halfway off his cock before rocking back down on him. You do it again and again and again until you've got a shaky rhythm going that you know you won't be able to keep up. But Johnny's cock feels good, and his mouth is back on your neck, licking up the tacky smears he'd left earlier. This time, all you can hear are your shaky moans as you ride him.

"You're shit at this," he says behind a chuckle.

You fist a hand in his hair to hold him against your neck. "Shut up," you grumble, grinding down on him when you take him in again. You tug hard at the strands when Johnny opens his mouth again, and whatever he was about to spew turns into a low groan.

He mouths at the front of your neck, teeth scraping across your skin just hard enough to make you shiver. You wanted him to bite you again. Just the thought makes you clench around him, makes you squirm in his lap. You tug on his hair again and he lets you drag him back to his original bite. His hips jerk up into yours as he sinks his teeth in again, re-opening the wound.

This time, there is no pain that shoots through you. Embarrassingly, you feel your cock jump and your balls get tight and you know you've already made a mess of Johnny's shirt. Not that Johnny seems to care. If anything, he seems pleased that you already blew your load.

He grabs your hips and forcefully stills you. You grumble and whine a little, squirming some more because you definitely didn't want this to be over yet. You wanted him to keep fucking you, really wanted his cum. Johnny doesn't bother to pull away from your neck when he tells you to stop moving, that he certainly wasn't done with you yet.

Johnny was strong. You'd always known that. He could lift V real easy even with all his of merc chrome. It still surprises you when Johnny starts moving your body himself, pulling you off his cock and pushing you back down onto it, using your body like he would a toy or something. You flush at the thought, your slowly softening cock twitching weakly where it's trapped between you.

His mouth never leaves your neck, even when you tuck your face again his when your pleasure starts to melt into overstimulation. You're panting and moaning against him, nails digging into his back where your arms are wrapped around him. Johnny doesn't seem to mind, at least. He lets you claw and scratch at his back, lets you start to bite at his neck. It was only fair that you got to leave him with some marks, after all.

The longer Johnny feeds, the more you can feel. His cock, his mouth, his hands. You feel every drop of blood as it leaves your body, every inch of his cock as it slides into you, every callous on his hand where he's holding you. At first, you think the lightheadedness was coming from Johnny's cock still pumping into you, brushing against your prostate every time he pulled you into his lap. It takes your brain a lagging second to realize that Johnny's been feeding for an awful long time.

You try to push at his chest, but your arm feels a lot heavier, like you're trying to move it through water. You think Johnny takes the attempt as you feeling him up, because he only sucks harder at your neck. When you try to pull away, Johnny only follows, growls at you to stay still.

It takes an embarrassingly long time to find your voice. "Johnny, stop," you manage, words slurring together as you teeter on the edge of consciousness. "Too much."

As much as Johnny liked to take and take and take, he must notice the strain in your voice. He pulls back, eyes narrowed as he takes in your face like he was suspicious. Whatever he sees must backup your words, 'cause he gets an almost embarrassed look to him. You don't think you've ever seen him like that before.

He doesn't apologize, not that you really expect him to. He doesn't stop bouncing you in his lap, either. What he does do is pull you down to rest your head on his shoulder. It's nice, kind of. You let your eyes flutter shut as Johnny uses you, weak moans still catching in your throat.

Johnny's 'ganic hand keeps your head in place, holding you against him as he rocks you onto him. His lips press against your head, and you think you might feel a thank you mouthed against your scalp before he pulls you flush to his hips and fills you up, finally giving you what you wanted. Feeling Johnny's cock pulse inside you makes yours twitch again, though you know there's no way you're getting it back up.

Johnny holds you for a long time after that. Long enough that you start to doze off again. You're roused when Johnny shifts, his now soft cock slipping out of you as he lays down with you. He's missing his shirt and pants now. You don't remember him getting undressed.

Johnny pulls the comforter over the both of you and wraps his 'ganic arm around you to keep you close. You hear yourself mumble his name, though he's quick to shush you, to tell you to go to sleep. "You'll feel better," he tells you.

Warning(s) : remote control butt plug, public/semi-public sex (using the toy in public, mentions of overwatch/sojourn, bottom hanzo/top reader Word Count : 1038 AO3 LinkMasterlist

Hanzo sits across the table from you. You're in some boring meeting regarding new Overwatch recruits. You can certainly say your attention is not on Sojourn, but rather the archer across from you.

To an untrained eye, nothing was amiss. Hanzo's shifting could just be him trying to get comfortable, or simply readjusting the way he was sat. But you… you knew the true reason. If only 'cause you were the one with the remote in your pocket.

You'd been going easy on him, the toy only on the second setting. It still proves to be a little too much for the man. A red flush dusts his cheeks, and he's not said a word in the almost hour the meeting has been going for.

Your fingers brush against the remote, and after a second of thought, you bump it up two notches.

Hanzo nearly doubles over, one hand flying to his mouth so he can bite down on one of his fingers. Like this, he must look visibly uncomfortable, because Sojourn finally glances in his direction.

"Hanzo, are you okay?" She asks, concern underlying that slight annoyance in her voice.

Hanzo shakes his head. "No. It seems I am.. unwell." He lies well enough, at least.

He gets dismissed by Sojourn. Hanzo stumbles as he walks and Sojourn gives you the honor of helping the archer to his room.

Wrapping a helpful arm around Hanzo's waist, you take him back to his room.

"You're insufferable," he hisses at you when you get to his door.

"It's why you like me." You grin at him before pushing him into his room. He stumbles again, but catches himself just as quickly. He puffs his chest as you close the door behind you, though all his bravado leaves as soon as you bump the toy up another two notches.

Hanzo's legs turn in on themselves, and he's pliant when you start corralling him towards the little dresser shoved against a wall. His back hits it, and your hands start working his clothes off.

You lean in to kiss him as fabric hits the floor. His lips tremble under yours, hands clutching at your shirt. "You held out longer than I thought you would," you tell him between kisses.

"Do you believe me to be that weak-willed?" Hanzo scoffs even as you smile at him. You nose at his cheek until he turns his head and you can kiss down his neck.

"I didn't say that.." You reach behind him as you mouth at the skin of his neck, easily finding the base of the toy. Hanzo tenses, whatever he was about to retort with dying as he sniffs sharply. The plug is still vibrating as you ease it out halfway, pausing at its widest for a moment before you start fucking him with it.

You can feel the fabric of your shirt begin to dampen where his cock is pressed up against you. He's panting softly, hips pushing back against the toy every time you pull it out. His pants turn back into moans when you turn the toy up again. You grin against his neck, giving it a sharp nip before kissing back up to his mouth.

Licking into his mouth, you press the toy fully into him again. Hanzo grabs at your shoulders in advance, just in time to catch himself as you turn the toy up to its max.

Your name and a curse tumbles from his lips as he lurches forward, only kept up by reflex with a little help from your arm around his waist.

His hips jerk helplessly, cock rubbing against the fabric of your pants as the toy vibrates against his prostate. You kiss the corner of his mouth as you hold him, relishing the gasps and moans spilling from his pretty lips.

The remote gets pocketed so you can wrap your hand around his cock. It's hot in your hand, twitching when you start to jerk him off. Pre eases the glide, and Hanzo rocks his hips into your grip. He turns his head to catch your lips, moaning into your mouth when you grant him the kiss.

"Come on, archer," you tease against his lips. He nips sharp at your lip for that, and you taste copper. It makes you laugh quietly, licking filthily into his mouth so he could taste it too.

Hanzo's grip on your shoulders tighten almost painfully, and his hips shoot forward as his cock pulses against your palm. You feel it hit your shirt and pants, his cum seeping into the fabric and cooling your skin underneath. It makes your own cock twitch.

You jerk him through and past his orgasm, until he hits you lightly in the chest to get you to stop. He sags when you turn the toy off and pull it out of him, grumbling when you then start pushing him towards the attached bathroom.

His legs tremble like a fawn's. It has you snickering, giving his bare ass a little slap as you walk behind him.

Hanzo turns on you, shoving his finger in your chest and looking every part an angry old man. The look doesn't wipe the grin off your face, though his words do.

"I won't let you touch me again if you keep up with this childish behavior."

"You don't mean that!" You accuse, scurrying after him as he turns heel to storm into the bathroom. "Hanzo, babe, c'mon," you whine when he doesn't answer.

Hanzo glares at you pointedly, at your pouting face and puppy eyes that he ignores real well. He turns away to start the bathtub, leaving you to mope in the doorway for a whole five seconds.

When he finally looks back at you, he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest and looking you up and down. "Are you going to bathe in your clothes?"

You don't think you've ever undressed faster. Your forgotten cock beads in the humid bathroom air, twitching when Hanzo steps close enough to flick your tip. Your hips jerk into the pain rather than away. It makes the archer smirk to himself.