Put your faith in Sinister~

How long has it been since V and Johnny first met each other? A few days? A few weeks? V couldn’t remember exactly, and the days seem to jumble together anymore. Sometimes, she wished that things could go back to a simpler time - before the heist at Konpeki Plaza, before Jackie died, and before she got an annoying digital brain tumor slotted into her. 

Still, despite the arrogance, egotistical and condescending attitude, she honestly couldn’t shake the fact that she’s developed some kind of a bond with him. And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she knew what her feelings about the man were. V couldn’t help herself. 

V sighed, her nostrils flaring. Even after as much time as she had spent with the guy, sharing his memories with her own, and realizing just the kind of bastard that he is, well... Rockerboys with the tough guy attitude and a finger to the sky were just her fucking type. Why? If she knew the answer to that question, she wouldn’t be asking herself that same damn question every time he popped up out of nowhere. Just imagining what’s under those tight leather pants of his made her shudder right down to her very core.

No sooner than V had flopped down in a frustrated manner on her mattress, a loud few knocks resonated from the door. An audibly annoyed sigh escaped her lips. She rolled her head to look over at the door.

Shoving the door to her penthouse open, V groaned and soon enough slammed said door behind her. Two simple questions hung high above her head, constantly avoiding being answered: Where the fuck has Johnny been since Alt separated the two of them at Arasaka Tower and he got his own body, and how fucking long has it been since she got laid? She was so sexually frustrated that it wasn’t even funny. And she didn’t want just anybody’s dick; she wanted Johnny’s dick! Too bad he wasn’t here to give her that dick... 

“Who is it?” She called out, awaiting an answer. Nothing came. Reluctantly, she pushed herself onto her feet and made her way slowly down the stairs, across the room. “I asked who’s there.” She stated more firmly. Still no answer. 

Beyond annoyed at this point, V grabbed the handle to the door, and practically ripped it open. “What the fuck do you-” Her words fell short and her mouth hung agape. She couldn’t believe the sight before her. Was it real? Or was she just imagining things again?

“Hey, V.” He said. His voice was attached to a very familiar face—a face that V could slug right about now. A smile played across his lips as he leaned against the door frame.

V stood absolutely stunned by the sudden appearance. Her brain still couldn't convince itself that the sight before her was a real one and not just another of her frequent hallucinations. No, it couldn't be Johnny, could it? Could it?!

Reaching one of her hands forward, she placed the tips of her fingers on one of his cheeks. A sensation she couldn't quite describe suddenly washed over her. It was him... It was really him. His current body even looked exactly the same as it did when he was just a collection of data being stored in her brain.

"J-Johnny...?" She stammered, her bottom lip quivering slightly.

"It's me, V." He stepped toward her, the smile never leaving his features. He opened his arms and expected a hug.

The hug never came. With all her might, V slapped him right across his face. He was dazed for a few seconds, but regained composure, and gave her a confused look.

"Where the hell have you been?! I- I- mmpfh!" Before she could continue her tirade, Johnny shoved his lips against hers without much warning. He pushed her more into the apartment and wrapped his arms around her securely. She struggled for a moment, but eventually gave in. His arms tightened as his tongue danced around playfully in her mouth. She grabbed onto his shirt with a grip like a vice.

A little while had passed before V finally felt the need to pull away from him and catch her breath. To her, it felt as if time itself had slowed down—like the world around them came to a screeching halt. She panted, her eyes casted down at the floor. For a few moments, neither one of them said a word.

"One question..." V panted, wiping hers and Johnny's saliva from her lips with the back of her hand. "Where the fuck have you been?!" She asked with fervor, her body trembling.

"That doesn't matter now," he replied simply, "but what does matter is that I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere." He loosened his bear-like hug on her and pressed his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes and took a moment to choose his next words carefully. "I was going to be here sooner, but I had biz to take care of."

"Fuck, Johnny..." She muttered, her voice almost full of sorrow. "At least I know you're alive." She smiled up at him like a lovesick schoolgirl, "A-Anyway... What was that all about? You know, the whole shoving your tongue down my throat?"

"Oh, that?" A mischievous smirk plastered itself across his lips. "Did you forget that we shared the same brain for a while? I saw a lot of the dreams you had of me, V, and I've gotta say... You're one kinky little dirtgirl~" His voice was so sly, and V wondered if it was also full of lust as well.

Wait... What did he just say?

She blinked slowly, and as she realized the words that came out of his mouth, her eyes widened immensely.

With an embarrassed huff, and a deep tinge of crimson forming across her cheeks, she pushed Johnny away from her, and turned herself around so that her back was facing him. Arms folded across her chest, she puffed her cheeks in an almost child-like manner. If there ever was a moment where she wished she could have disappeared into thin air, it was this one. 

“You... I can’t even...” She stammered, unable to control the shakiness of her voice. “Fuck you, Johnny.” She finally sputtered out, giving him the middle finger over her shoulder.

Without much warning, Johnny grabbed V by her hips, and pulled her body into his. She swore up and down that she felt something poking at her bottom through the confinements of his pants. His hands dipped into her tank top and slowly, very slowly, traveled their way upwards, his fingertips gently tracing her soft skin. He smiled as he felt the goosebumps forming and her body tremble.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that for a long time, my little Samurai~” His hot breath tickled her ear, which, in turn, caused her to shudder once more. “So I'm going to fuck you until your legs are numb and your voice hoarse from screaming my name.” 

Before V could react to his words, she suddenly found herself scooped into Johnny’s strong arms. Kicking open the nearest door, the two of them came upon a bedroom. Perfect, Johnny thought to himself. He dropped V onto the bed in a not so subtle manner. Then, he pushed her legs apart by her thighs and climbed between them. He began grinding himself against her, letting out a low, guttural groan of approval. V almost couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Here she was, pinned into the mattress by Johnny fucking Silverhand, with him rubbing their crotches together as if he were some kind of horndog. She moaned softly and lifted her hips to push back against his. This elicited a moan from him as well as another smirk. She tried to resist... Oh, who the fuck was she kidding? She didn’t try to resist shit. 

When Johnny leaned down and started sucking on the sensitive spots of her neck, V didn’t hesitate one bit to lean her head back, which gave him better access to her skin. After leaving a few noticeable hickeys in the same general area, he sat up and pulled his own muscle shirt off of himself. It was tossed to the side like it meant nothing. V’s shirt, bra, and shorts soon followed the other discarded piece of clothing. She squeaked from the suddenness and shot him a dirty glare when he chuckled at her reaction. 

“You know something, V?” His hands moved their way slowly up her torso until they reached her breasts. Giving them a firm squeeze, he started rolling them around in his hands.

“Wh-What?” She stammered, and though it was difficult, she tried to ignore the way his skilled hands fondled her boobies. 

“I could get used to seeing you like this~” He said and slowly ran his tongue in a hungry manner across his bottom lip. 

Turning her head to the side, V folded her forearms across her face to hide her embarrassment, as well as to not have to look Johnny in the eyes while he looked so...hungry. Her chest rose and fell with each and every breath she took, and she found it difficult to steady her own breathing; or even fucking rid herself of the anxiety she was feeling. Even after as many nighttime dreams as she had, or the fantasies that played themselves on repeat in her brain, V just could not believe that it was going to happen. She’d always wanted Johnny to treat her like a cheap whore, and now... That’s exactly what he was going to do.

Johnny chuckled. While V was too preoccupied with hiding her shame from him, he worked his magic by discreetly removing her panties with his surprisingly nimble fingers. V actually didn’t even realize what had happened until Johnny spread her thighs, pinned them roughly to the bed, and slid his tongue ever so slowly along her already damp and wanting slit. She gasped as her hands shot forward and grabbed tightly onto the sheets beneath her. Johnny never even gave her time to adjust to what was occurring. Instead, he continued moving his tongue in a slow, rhythmic manner up and down and around her sensitive clit. The little moans she allowed to reverberate throughout the room only enticed him to keep going. After rolling her clit around for a few more seconds with the tip of his skilled tongue, he shoved the appendage as deep into her core as it would possibly go. This caused V to arch her hips, practically shoving her pussy toward his face. He decided that it was time to show her just who was in charge here... Digging his nails into her skin, he held her down so that she couldn't move while he basically assaulted her aching little cunt with his tongue. He loved hearing those cries of pleasure. He loved watching her squirm, listening to her gasp for breath, but most of all... He absolutely loved the way her body became nothing but putty in his hands. He could get used to this.

V felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm with every stroke Johnny’s tongue made to the innermost part of her eager little fuck-hole. Grabbing tightly onto his hair, she pushed her hips forward. She wanted him to bring her that release she’s been waiting for. Johnny, however... He wasn’t in the mood to be so nice. Before she could cum, he pulled himself away from her. V whined and Johnny chuckled as he licked his lips, wiping her juices from them in one fell swoop. She glared down at him, panting, her face flushed. 

“What’s the matter, Princess?” He asked her, his voice slow and sultry. “Aww, did you not get to cum? Sad...” 

V narrowed her eyes at him, completely unappreciative of the sarcasm evident in his voice. “E-Eat a dick, Johnny...” She stuttered through her soft gasps for breath. 

“Nah, I don’t think I will. But you might.” He removed his aviators from his face and tossed them to the side, now forcing V to make eye contact with him without his eyes being concealed by a thing. With their eyes locked together, Johnny sat back, and began undoing his pants until his long, hard cock sprung free. 

“Johnny-” V was barely able to get out before she felt his stiffness and entire length rub her slit up and down, stimulating her clitoris in the process. Her words were only followed by a low moan. She arched her back and rubbed herself against him at the same time, trying to stimulate him as well.

“What’s the matter, V? You gonna ask me nicely to put it in?~”

“J-Johnny, please...”

“Johnny please, what?”

V groaned again. She’d never been put in a position like this before, and the fact that he was taunting her with it... Well, it was almost unbearable. 

“W-Will you just fuck me, already?! Quit... Quit m-making me beg for it!”

Grinning sadistically from ear to ear, Johnny chuckled. “Well, all you had to do was say so!”

Without much warning, and before V could even realize just what kind of hole she dug herself into, Johnny snapped his hips against hers, stuffing all ten of his stiff inches in at once. Being stretched out and filled to the brim elicited a loud gasp from the back of V’s throat as she arched herself upwards. She grunted in disapproval as Johnny held her down with his strong hands. At first, he moved his hips at a slow, steady pace. Eventually, as Johnny pulled V into every thrust by her hips, the base of his cock met her quivering pussy with loud slaps and lewd squelching. 

“F...Fuck, V...” Johnny muttered, his voice raspy and filled with pleasure. The sound of it alone caused V to shudder. Violently. 

V reached up and grabbed onto his shoulders tightly with her hands. As he thrusts his hips downwards into hers, V lifted her own to the best of her abilities so that they matched his. With soft, airy gasps of pleasure escaping from her lips, V wrapped her legs tightly around Johnny’s hips, pulling his body closer to hers while he pounded into her now like a fucking jackhammer. V felt as if she was going to start seeing stars. 

Burying her face into the crook of his neck, V moaned his name and arched her back. Her words came out in nothing more than soft panting and incoherent whining when Johnny angled his cock so that it hit that special spot inside of her with each and every single stroke he made. She couldn’t handle it anymore. With a loud cry out into the bedroom, V tossed her head backwards against the soft, fuzzy pillow; her orgasm ripped through her almost violently, making her toes curl as she feels herself coat Johnny’s dick with her own juices.

“F-Fuck, Johnny...” She panted, unable to keep up with him as he kept moving at the same pace, not slowing down whatsoever to give her time to recover from her own orgasm. This time, V was actually starting to see stars. The room was spinning and she felt like she was floating. 

“J-Johnny, please... S-Slow down...” V pleaded with him, unable to hide her whimpering as he continued mercilessly assaulting her tight little pussy.

“Nah...” He whispered hoarsely, his hot breath tickling her ear, “I’m not done with you yet. So, you’re going to take it like a good little slut until I’m finished~” 

V groaned and let out a whimper of protest that only fell on deaf ears. Johnny brought his silverhand up and wrapped it around V’s throat, giving a slight squeeze on the sides with his thumb and fingers. 

Eventually, though, Johnny became bored of having V in missionary... So, what did he do? He pulled himself out of V, much to her dismay, and flipped her around. With her face shoved into the pillows, and her breasts pressed into the mattress, he lifted her hips and pushed her legs apart. His normal hand had hold of her hips and his silver one administered a few hard smacks to her ass cheeks. V hissed out in pain and her hands gripped the comforter beneath the two of them. 

“Tsk, tsk...” Johnny muttered and grabbed V’s wrists, pinning her arms behind her back. With his normal hand, he holds her arms in position. His silverhand slithered up her back and took a firm grip onto her hair, which he used as leverage to pull her head out of the pillows so that he could listen to those cute little mewls of her. 

He then positioned his long, hard cock at her entrance once more. Without even bothering to wait for permission, he thrusted his hips, once again shoving himself in his entirety into her aching, wanting little core. V closed her eyes and whimpered as Johnny absolutely ravaged her pussy. 

Johnny kept V in this position for a while before he felt himself inch closer and closer to his own release. With his grip still tight on her hair, he tugged her head backwards, lifting her body so that his lips can be pressed firmly against his own. With their lips interlocked, Johnny thrusted into V one last time before he exploded inside of her, his seed painting her inner walls as white as the clouds. At the same time that his orgasm came, V had another one that tore through her just as violently as the first one. She panted, gasping for breath as Johnny kept her held there for a moment, his face buried into the crook of her neck.

After a few minutes, Johnny pulled out of her. While holding her close to him, Johnny moved the two of them so that they were both lying on the bed and spooning. Obviously, Johnny was the big spoon and V was the little one. He kept his arms wrapped around her, making the young woman feel so safe and secure.

“J-Jesus Christ, Johnny...” She whispered and snuggled backwards into the man’s warmth. 

“Best pussy I’ve ever had, V.” He responded in a casual tone of voice.

V blushed like a little shoolgirl and rolled her eyes, “Sh-Shut up... Don’t say things...like that...” Her voice was slow and she yawned in between speaking those words. V’s eyes fluttered closed as Johnny tossed off what little clothing remained on his person and pulled the blankets up so that the two of them were covered completely.