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thotful-writing · 3 years

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A Helping Silverhand

V needs a break. From people, guns, ripperdocs, and definitely from Johnny. Just a few moments of peace, but Johnny doesn't stay hidden for long.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, masturbation, assisted masturbation, denial, fingering, choking, and hair pulling.

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"Good as new, well, as good as it can be considering-"

V held her hand up as she slid off the chair, "thanks, Vik."

She didn't need a reminder about the shitshow that was her life and she especially didn't need his name even mentioned.

"Just try not to jump from any high buildings this time. I can only do so much, I'm not a miracle worker." Vik rolled his stool over to the side table, cleaning up his tools.

"Not happening again, I plan on crashing at the apartment and sleeping for a few days... or weeks." She put her weight on the new leg, testing the hardware.

"Sounds like a good plan, V." Vik offered her a slight smile that barely hid the concern he held for her wellbeing.

V made no move to stay and chat longer, she was ready for a much needed break from heavy conversations. She hopped in her car and made quick work of getting home. Driving provided a distraction from the thoughts and it was seldom that her imaginary friend would make a surprise visit in the car. If she could get comfortable enough she'd probably sleep there.

The second she opened the door she shrugged her jacket off and kicked her shoes across the room as she made a path towards her bed.

"Tough day, dear?" Johnny asked from the couch, his feet propped up on the table.

"Fuck off." V snapped, refusing to feed into him.

"Someone's in a shitty mood."

V stopped just short of the bed and turned around to face him, "if I'm in a shitty mood it's because of you."

"Please enlighten me as to how I'm to blame for your mood?" He relaxed back on the couch even more.

"For starters you're always fucking here. And in my head. And that stunt you pulled yesterday, it almost got me killed."

He shook his head and brushed her off, "busted leg is hardly a death sentence. And trust me, if I could leave, I would."

"You kept telling me to jump! You said it wasn't that high and that I'd be fine!" V felt her frustration and anger bubbling to the surface again.

"And look at you, you are fine." He gestured towards her repaired leg.

V let out a harsh sigh and shook her head, dropping the conversation and crawling into her bed. She knew there was no arguing with him and it would only make her angrier. She turned away from him and closed her eyes, ready to welcome a peaceful, Johnny free sleep.

"Figured with as much as you hate me, you'd be out finding more information about the relic jammed in your skull."

V opened her eyes to see Johnny laying next to her, face almost too close to hers.

"Please, just let me sleep." She wasn't keen on begging, but she was exhausted.

Johnny was silent for a moment, which she mistook for compliance with her request, until he spoke again.

"Don't think so, kid. Got shit to do."

V let out a frustrated sigh and turned over, grabbing the pill bottle from next to her bed, "these things make me nauseous as fuck, but it's better than dealing with you."

She tossed one into her mouth and laid back on the bed, waiting for him to disappear.

She was able to slip into a deep sleep, but her dreams were anything but peaceful. She tossed and turned as her mind did back flips, twisting her stress into a tight knot within her. If that wasn't enough, Johnny started to bleed into her dreams as well. At first he seemed to be a source of frustration and chaos, but he quickly faded into something else, a kind of comfort that she wasn't alone.

V woke up and sat up slowly, nausea hitting right on time, giving her an indication of just how long she'd been out and about how long she had left without Johnny. She shuffled towards the bathroom and stood in the shower for what seemed like an eternity. The warm rush of water felt relaxing on her bruised and battered skin, slowly massaging away some of the knots in her muscles. V placed her hands on the shower wall and leaned forward, closing her eyes and reveling in the quiet moment.

She needed this, she needed it desperately. The last few weeks had done nothing but thrown her life into a whirlwind of chaos and pain and these brief moments in between were exactly what she needed to keep going.

She focused on relaxing and enjoying the bliss of her empty thoughts as they passed through, but she needed more, something else to put her completely at ease.

She finished her shower and threw on an old shirt and clean panties before climbing back into her bed. She knew her time alone was dwindling and she needed to take advantage of every second. She let her hand slip down between her thighs, just beneath the waistband of her panties. Eyes closed, mind fixed on one of her many exes that could actually give her a decent orgasm, she let her fingers move down further. The nausea had subsided, for which she was grateful, but it meant Johnny would come back with a vengeance at any moment. She worked harder, finding the right spot with her fingers and focusing her attention there, just there.

"All that work just to nap, shower, and fuck yourself. Pathetic." Johnny's voice made V tense immediately but she kept her eyes closed, determined to keep going.

"Just... shut the fuck up... and let me finish." She panted, so close.

Johnny waited for a moment, seeming to give her a chance, "can't quite get there, can you? It's just out of reach."

"Fuck off..." she concentrated more, changing the pressure of her fingers against her clit.

"This is getting sad." He said after another few minutes.

V's eyes shot open when she felt Johnny move closer to her, his presence was heavy next to her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She turned and stared at him, her heart racing with uncertainty.

"If this is what you need to get back on task, then I'm helping."

"The fuck you are."

V tried to scoot away from him but he stopped her from moving when his heavy, metal hand wrapped around her throat.

"Pretend all you want that this isn't something you've thought about. I live in your head, I've seen those thoughts that you try so desperately to conceal."

"Intrusive thoughts don't mean shit. Just because my brain likes to fuck with me, doesn't mean I want you in any capacity." V shot back.

Johnny grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from between her thighs, "sure about that? You stopped fighting me pretty quickly."

V opened her mouth to spew more denial, more refusal, but she could feel the pull to him, like a moth to a goddamn flame. And she knew, she knew he would burn her up before it was all over, leaving her an empty shell, but damn if she couldn't stop herself from giving in to stoke the flames a little. She was already on fire, what's a few more scars?

"Fine. Give it your best shot, Johnny." V relaxed a little, but still felt tense as she tried to guess his next move.

Johnny waited another few seconds, making her wait anxiously for him to do something. Suddenly he turned her over on her stomach, his hand gripping the back of her neck and stopping her from moving or turning back around.

"Johnny, the fuck-"

"Don't need you squirming or trying anything else. This is a means to an end, understood?" He snapped.

"Just get on with it." V was fully prepared for his overly cocky demeanor to be all show.

He let out a frustrated sigh, but made no move to release her. He settled beside her, his chest firmly pressed against her shoulder. He ran his hand down V's back and over the curve of her ass, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her panties.

"Shit, Johnny! Could've given me some warning." V jolted at the ice cold touch of his steely fingers.

"Metal arm. What did you expect? Besides, you'll warm them up soon enough." He continued.

His hand moved further down, between her thighs, until his fingers brushed over her clit. V tensed, remaining completely still and chastising herself for letting this happen, for wanting it to happen.

"Need to relax." Johnny said as he started to circle her clit slowly.

"That's what you're supposed to be helping with- fuck." She gasped when he pressed against her clit firmly.

Johnny smirked, "that seemed to shut you up."

V felt her body relaxing more as his fingers worked perfectly between her thighs. He continued to rub her clit while teasing his fingers along her cunt, slipping the tips into her and reveling in the quick jerks of her hips as he found the perfect spot.

Her face was flush, buried in the pillow with her muffled moans that she was struggling to bite back. She wanted to fight her release just to get back at him, but fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Johnny... fuck, don't stop." She squeezed her thighs together as she got closer to letting go.

He entangled his hand in her hair and jerked her head back, pulling her back against his chest, "remember this, this exact moment. Everytime you think I'm just a parasite, that I do fuck all to help you, keep this moment fixed at the forefront of your mind about how you begged me to touch you, pleaded for my fingers buried in your soaked cunt."

V was almost too lost in sensation to care about the bullshit he was spewing so close to her ear, just a few more seconds and she'd be caught in a blissful haze.

His grip tightened on her hair, painfully but just what she needed, "then I want to remember how it felt for Ol' Johnny to let you down."

"Wait, what-"

Johnny released her completely and pulled his hand from between her thighs, leaving her hanging on the cusp of an orgasm that she desperately needed.

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #V (Em)

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