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Somehow, tonight Goro Takemura found himself nestled into V’s sofa, slightly tipsy and warm. He was clean and dry and more comfortable than he had ever been in Night City.
That was, until the brush of V’s fingers against his had his heart stuttering as she took the whiskey tumbler from his hands. Bewildered, he frowned at her and was quickly further astonished when she swung her left leg over to effortlessly straddle his lap. Delicate fingers immediately clutched at his neck, exploring under his collar, fingering his cybernetics. Grinning ear to ear, she experimentally rolled her hips against him once and earned a sharp gasp.
Takemura’s hands hovered over her hips, so close but still not allowing himself to actually touch her. Frozen in inner turmoil, his eyes darted about to search her face, though what exactly he was looking for neither of them knew. Maliciousness? Sincerity ? Whatever it was, he knew he was projecting adoration right back at her and, try as he might, he couldn’t hide it.
What had he been thinking in the first place? He should never have come here, to her apartment . Never should have drunk the whiskey she poured him. Sour, grittiness coated his tongue, disgusting in comparison to the smooth stuff from home. He swallowed it down all the same, always eager to please her, to see that twinkle of delight in her eye.
He never should have chuckled in disbelief as she recounted sordid tales of her past exploits, gesticulating chaotically to act out each one. Ever watchful, he couldn’t miss the way she lit up whenever she made him smile. He had also noticed her getting closer and closer to him over the night. Initially, they sat on opposite sides of the curved leather sofa crammed into her Japantown apartment. Then, each time she returned from refilling their drinks or grabbing snacks, she would sit back down a foot closer, but carry on as if nothing was different. As if her proximity to him wasn’t making it harder to take a full breath.
Furthermore, there was the matter of her clothing. The tiniest jean shorts Goro had ever seen hugged her pelvis, leaving her whole legs exposed and little to the imagination. Not that he’d never imagined her before. He seemed to be persistently tormented by her, in fact; her voice whispering his name in the middle of the night both soothing and agonising to his weary mind.
Their faces and bodies were inches apart. He felt her weight pressing down on his thighs. The heat radiating off her had his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. He could see her metallic eyeliner glinting in the candlelight glow; the smudge of her lipstick, the wild look in her eyes. If he was honest with himself… Gods , he wanted her. Especially now that he knew she wouldn’t spurn his advances.
At that moment, V took his face in her hands, palms cradling each side of his jaw. She kissed him tenderly at first, her soft lips against his making his head swim. It soon grew heated, her tongue sliding into his mouth as slender fingers raked over the black cybernetic cords in his neck, tingling. Goro barely reciprocated before panic rose up quickly and he pulled back from her. Words came out of his mouth in a hurry, “V, we cannot do this.”
Swallowing thickly did nothing to alleviate the dryness in his throat. He felt her hot breath as she spoke, smelled the heady whiskey and cherry.
“Why not?” V challenged, gaze flicking between the silver rings in his pretty eyes and his kiss-reddened lips. “I want you.”
A deep flush began to rise through his chest and touch his cheeks. Takemura could not deny how she made him feel. The seed was planted as soon as she asked him how he was that night after meeting with Oda. How strange it seemed to him now that that was the first time he had ever been asked. Following that day, his passing thoughts of her had steadily increased. No matter how hard he fought to kill it, his affection for the Night City native had grown tenfold. If Saburo Arasaka could see him now… but Saburo was dead. Everything had changed.
When he said nothing, V leaned in again, desperate for connection, but Takemura dipped his head slightly to deny her.
“V,” his voice was taught, resolve wavering as he went on, “we cannot become…entangled. The mission-”
“Fuck the ‘mission’, Goro,” and there it was again, his first name on her lips. A forbidden fruit, sacrilegious in its sweetness. A fruit he so badly wanted to taste.
A little old voice crept through his mind. Keep your emotions in check. She is a tool.
He was wracked with guilt, with dirty tendrils of shame, an infection running through his bone marrow. And beneath it all, fear. So afraid to lose it all; his purpose, himself… her.
“When this is all over, I’m going to leave with the Aldecaldos.” A long pause. They stared into each other’s souls “You know what you told me on that rooftop? …It doesn’t have to be a dream.”
Freedom. The hopeful glow of freedom was oozing through the cracks in his Arasaka armour, like spilt milk soaking into the kitchen grout. Kintsugi . And she was the source of it. The thief. V . Otherworldly V with hair like baked sunlight, a halo atop her head.
“You could come with me.” Her voice was so soft, alluring.
Goro could not explain it, could barely even comprehend it, but V had him spilling his guts to her as if it were a confessional.
“I cannot. I have a duty. It would be a foolish mistake to hope for… We cannot do this, V. I ca-” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply through his nose. Why not? she had said. For the life of him he could not come up with a good reason why not. In addition, it had become exceedingly difficult to continue ignoring the… restrictive nature of his slacks. Especially seeing as, if anything, V had somehow managed to press further into him, arms looped casually around his neck. She smoothed one of her soft palms across his cheek affectionately. He half wondered how she didn’t have any callouses, given her affinity for knives, guns and almost any other weapon available. He allowed his sight to drop to her lips, to her scantily clad body and had to suppress a groan.
“Please, V, don’t-”
“Just be with me tonight, and you can think about it in the morning,” she murmured against his lips. Gently, almost timidly, she pressed kisses to his moustache, across his cheekbones and down to run the tip of her tongue along the ridge of his jawline, where skin met metal. The sensation had his breath stuttering. His large hands finally settled on her hips with a tentative squeeze. She was so warm , so perfect to hold.
She looked at him with such a fondness he had never seen from anyone. Not Saburo, not his parents, not anyone. It struck him straight to the core, a piercing shard to his heart.
“Just tonight…” she repeated, voice a mere whisper.
He gazed up at her, pupils wide, and felt the last of his willpower dissipate.
One hand moved to her ass as he lurched forward and crashed their lips together. He felt suddenly desperate; severely dehydrated and the only thing that could quench his thirst was her. V hummed a happy little noise as she returned the kiss with passion, one hand travelling up to run chipped nails through his hair and across his scalp, bun loosening. He groaned softly and used his grip on her ass to grind her crotch into his. She pulled back to giggle, a sound and sight that made his cock twitch in his underwear, then set to work undoing the buttons of his white dress shirt. Her deft fingers made light work of it and when she bared his chest an excited grin crept across her face. Lustful embers smoldered in her gaze.
He sat back and allowed her to appraise him, watching the neon lights of her apartment glint mischievously in her eyes. V became enraptured by his implants, which continued past his shoulders down his stomach, mostly faux muscle and sinew lessening in intensity as they descended. She traced the lines and dips, surprised when she found the metal to be warm and faintly humming . One of her hands quickly pinched a nipple, just to see, and when he grunted and bucked beneath her she gasped and shot him a cheeky grin.
V traced her fingers down his abdomen, through his happy trail, but once she reached his belt he grabbed her wrists to halt her.
“Wait,” his voice was hoarse, “take me to your bed.”
V smirked wickedly. She offered him a quick kiss, her tongue delicious against his, then took his hand and stood, bringing him with her. Fingers entwining, he followed her past the candles and incense into her bedroom, ever the dogged loyalist.
Upon reaching her bed, he ran his segmented knuckles up her arm, stroked a thumb across her cheek tenderly.
“Take these off,” he requested thumbing at the hem of her cropped tshirt.
She did so without question, at last removing those blasted tantalising jean shorts. Once undressed, she gave him a little spin and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Despite her nakedness, she stood tall and confident, hiding nothing from him. It turned him on to no end, cock throbbing almost painfully.
She was covered in tattoos, the most notable being a great snake writhing all across her torso and breasts, closely guarding an anatomical human heart at the centre. Her pubic hair was pale blonde and trimmed into neat little lines, akin to godrays. She was so utterly exquisite he began to salivate. He ached for her.
Goro’s patience was near non-existent at this point as he gripped her waist and pulled her into him roughly, hot mouth instantly on hers. She moaned against his tongue when he ran his hand up her side and massaged her breast.
Quickly, he dipped her down to lay under him on the bed and she giggled giddily. His lips moved to her neck, licking and biting and tasting the sweet salt of her skin. He then ran lips and tongue over her tits, squeezed them in handfuls and left a particularly harsh hickey just above her right nipple. His stubbley beard tickled and scratched. All the while, V sighed dreamily.
Goro peered up to meet her gaze and she seized the opportunity to reach for him again. With a teasing smile, her wonderful hand cupped his cock and tightened, making him wince and stammer a gasp.
He brushed her hand aside and shook his head, but when she frowned and made a noise of protest he had to voice his need.
“I must taste you.” Goro’s voice was raspy, ragged, thick with desire. V gaped at him, her usual cat-like pupils eclipsing her eyes as she stared at him and wordlessly nodded her agreement.
Swiftly, he moved down the bed to be at eyeline with her pussy. He barely had to try to press her soft thighs open, she was so compliant, so entrusting. He was forced to suppress an eager moan when the folds of her cunt were exposed to him, core already glistening and weeping.
His eyes rolled shut in ecstasy as he bent down and his tongue met her slit, plunging into her wetness. She tasted divine, just as he knew she would. He inhaled her smell deeply as she moaned. He was too enthralled to notice her wide-eyed stare, her eyebrows pinched high in disbelief. Goro Takemura had his mouth on her pussy, tongue exploring in great detail. Because he wanted to.
As his tongue swept up to her clit and started circling in precise measures, over and over again, V swore she had discovered what ascension felt like. She moaned and squirmed uncontrollably beneath him, then felt the air rush from her lungs when he added two fingers and scissored them immediately.
After a few pumps of his fingers and a makeout session with her clit, V was twitching and couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him to fuck her.
She scrambled to pull his face up to hers. For a split second Goro was confused, panting, her moisture clinging to his lips and chin, before her hands flew to his belt and feverishly ripped it open.
“V-”
“I need you. Right now. Please, I need you to fuck me, Goro,” she mewled and threw his belt out of view. Hearing the pure desperation in her voice drove him to the brink, and his hands met with hers to rapidly free him from the confines of his pants and underwear. He kicked them off and proceeded to frame V underneath him again. Forceful, but not brutish, he moved his wide palms to splay across the backs of her thighs and pressed her knees up to her chest. V licked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down. This position had her puffy pussy so exposed to him. His hands smoothed down towards her ass and he maneuvered both thumbs to gently separate her labia, intoxicated by just how wet she was for him.
Experimentally, he used a thumb to guide the head of his cock through her folds a few times, marvelling at the delectable feeling of her slick coating him. The action made V shiver and whine high in her throat. A few strands of yellow hair lay across her forehead as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes, unabashed yearning in the light of her eyes. At last, he pressed his tip to her entrance and slid inside just a little. V loudly moaned and wrapped her hands around him wherever she could find purchase. His cybernetics had grown hotter, significantly so.
It had been a long time since he was intimate with anyone, therefore Goro was forced to screw his eyes shut and steady himself, a shuddering groan escaping him. Attempting to take his time, he pulled back out slightly and they both gasped as his cockhead caught at the opening ring of her cunt.
He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her lips and hummed low when she responded in kind, tongue sliding against his. He kept up the slow, shallow thrusts until V was fidgeting, walls fluttering and squeezing tight in a bid to pull him in deeper.
Then, leaning down to hold her close and using his broad frame to keep her legs pressed up and open, he began to work his cock inside her. When he bottomed out, V’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, mouth hanging open.
“So fucking deep, Goro. Please fuck me, plea~se,” V sighed liltingly in his ear. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, his back, his ribs; roaming everywhere she could reach in encouragement.
He set a steady rhythm at first, but increased his pace in increments according to her chanting of ‘faster, harder, please, oh, oh Goro ’. She cradled his head in her hands and watched the beautiful lines of his face change with his expressions.
Soon, he was fucking into her in earnest, chasing their high as V trembled and moaned uncontrollably.
“You’re so good, you’re so good, aa~ah,” came her sweet song and he knew she was close. He could feel it, feel her coiling inside and gripping him so hard it almost hurt. The wet smacks of their copulation echoed through the room as he pounded into her. He let his forehead rest against hers and shared her air.
“Goro, G-Goro - ah! Please… please come with me,” she whimpered before immediately crying out as her orgasm set her alight. Goro felt her cunt pulse over and over and over , which triggered his release as well. His fingers sunk into her thighs with a punishing grip as a guttural moan tore from him and he filled her to the brim.
They stayed quiet and entangled for a while, Goro tentatively pulling out while leisurely kissing down her slender neck and chest as their breathing mellowed.
Eventually, V kissed him romantically and stroked tender fingertips over the lines of cyberware across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. They lay side by side facing one another with their arms wrapped around each other.
“Don’t be gone in the morning,” V whispered, warm breath caressing his neck. “I’ll understand if you are, but…”
V never finished her sentence and Goro never replied, just pressed his nose into her hair and hugged her further into him.