5First off I want to say thanks to all of you in the Saints Row Discord. Wish I could have been there for the live reading but I do appreciate everyone who had good things to say. Thank you Matrix for sharing my work.
Also this is closest I've ever come to writing smut hopefully it holds up
~Vice
John's back slammed against the car, but he was far more preoccupied with the playa's lips crashing against his. The kiss was quickly followed by the warm press of her body each point of contact burning hot, a stark contrast to the chilled night air.
He leaned into her touch, frantically matching her every push with one of his own. He bit at her lip and she growled, pulling away and pressing her palm forcefully against his chest. effectively pinning him down before melting back into him and meeting his mouth with her own. Her other hand attempted to grope behind him, not that John paid it much attention, too distracted by mapping every inch of her he could reach.
John was just about to slip his hand under that distractingly short miniskirt when she pulled away again. His brain didn't even have the time to register his disappointment before her fist curled around his collar and he was roughly manhandled into the now open back seat. Apparently, she had been groping for the door handle and not his ass.
He propped himself up on his elbows and watched her climb in on top of him. There was a buckle digging into his back but he found it very difficult to care as he watched her climb on top of him with a predatory look in her eye. Her hands slid under his shirt trailing heat as they went, ghosting over the bruises he'd earned earlier in the ring, sending a chill down his spine. Now she was straddling him, skirt hiked obscenely high as she perched herself directly on top of his crotch.
The contact made him buck his hips and he felt her nails dig into his chest as she gave him a Cheshire cat grin. The look hit him in the gut like a punch and John immediately decided there were too many clothes in their current equation, and he'd have to do something about that.
He didn't even think as he reached both hands for her collar and ripped the shirt wide open exposing her stomach and chest. She gasped and leaned back at the action and looked down at him appreciatively. The torn garment revealed a black bra, one that brought only one thought to John's mind. Off, as in he needed to get it off of her.
Before he had a chance, she manhandled him back to her lips, teeth clicking together roughly just before her tongue darted in to explore his mouth. She rolled her hips down and John could only moan his pleasure into her mouth.
His hands flailed briefly before they finally found a spot under that damn skirt.
Des hissed as Johnny's hand grazed the bandaged bullet wound on her thigh. The pain made her tighten her grip on his collar and push into his mouth more fervently. She could feel him hard against her and she ground down again reveling in the sound he made.
She was so distracted she almost didn't hear the knock on the window. Even after hearing it she deliberately ignored it, briefly only glancing up to see an exasperated Pierce trying to get her attention. Instead she shamelessly continued on as if she hadn't noticed.
This was shortly followed by a much louder much more insistent banging. Frustrated she growled and pulled away from Johnny who followed her retreat he seemed oblivious to the interruption. She pushed down on his chest so she could separate and lean over to open the car door behind him.
"Do you mind Pierce I'm a little fucking busy." more like a little busy fucking, which as she had earlier explained to him wasn't any of his damn business.
She could feel the rise and fall of Gat's chest beneath her hand, reminding her of what she could be doing, well more like who. Impatience bubbled in her chest while she glared expectantly at her Lieutenant.
Pierce looked embarrassed or apologetic, but his gaze deliberately avoided her exposed chest. "You might want to make time, Boss. Carlos found the guy who tried to set us up."
"Then take him to the mission and I'll sort him out later." That was good news, Des could figure out who had set them up. She'd make the poor bastard wait, and he could scare himself shitless thinking about what she'd do to him to get that information.
"Not if you want a piece of him before Sal gets him. He was pretty clear he wouldn't wait for you long." Of course Sal would want his due from the guy.
"God fucking dammit." Des swung her fist hitting the side of the car. There goes the night, or at least the fun part of it. "Fine! Where the fuck are they?"
"Few blocks away. Behind that Brown Baggers" well at least she'll be able to get a fucking drink.
Sighing she looked down to the man beneath her, while her mood had soured, she couldn't help but smirk. Having him like this and walking away was an appealing power move, except she was teasing herself too. She huffed, it couldn't be helped, this was Saints' business.
"Sorry Johnny looks like it'll have to be another time, another place." she grabbed his sunglasses and then crawled over him to exit the vehicle. She took as second to pull her skirt back down and then roll her shoulders. "Time to fuck shit up." She put on the sunglasses and turned toward her new destination.
John's brain was on the fritz, not quite comprehending what had just happened. He couldn't even watch the Playa leave without awkwardly tilting his head so instead he for attempted his own exit and it was far less smooth than the Playa's. By the time got out and managed to adjust himself she was just a blur in the distance.
Pierce however was standing there glaring at him. John glared right back, squinting at the man he couldn't quite recognize. He honestly couldn't see shit since his sunglasses were prescription, but he wasn't not going to let the other man know that. "Can I help you?"
"Saint business isn't any of your business." John raised an eyebrow.
"You threatening me?" John puffed out his chest, never one to take a challenge laying down.
Pierce's nervous energy seemed to manifest as hostility, "Don't have to. Any threat I make will pale in comparison to what she'll do to you if you piss her off." He tilts his head in the Playa's direction.
John shrugged "I've seen her body count." there was no doubt Playa was the most dangerous gangster in Stillwater back in the day and now as the Saints Boss she was on track to easily reclaim the title.
Hell, she'd offed two SWAT members mere minutes ago right in front of him. John knew he really should have been more concerned about that but even now he couldn't find it in him to really care.
Even if he was thinking with his dick, at least he knew the score.
"Only the bodies the cops know about." There was the threat, and the two men intensified their staring match.
A distant yell broke the tension., "These are fucking prescription!" The Playa's voice was distant but Pierce seems to take it as his cue.
He takes one last look at John before he leaves, "The Saints will always come first."
John realized shortly after their departure, he didn't have his phone or his wallet, or any idea where he was, he's still half hard, and he still couldn't see shit.
"Goddammit"
Des settled the sunglasses on top of her head, she wasn't the kind of asshole who wears sunglasses at night dark. Not that she could see out of them anyway, Gat must be half blind without them.
Not that that was her problem. Although she had to grin at how they had looked knocked crooked after she'd pinned him against the car.
Definitely her cop now.
"Boss you need a new shirt?" Pierce had apparently ended the dick measuring contest and caught up with her.
The breeze across her chest and stomach reminded her how they had been so rudely interrupted, "Why would I?" nudity made other people uncomfortable but as far as Des concerned it was another weapon in her vast arsenal. Besides she still had a bra on.
Pierce just shrugged "Just thought you might be cold."
Des had to laugh at that, she was still flushed from the encounter and was running on adrenaline. She probably wouldn't feel a bullet right now let alone a chill.
"Something on your mind Pierce." He was deliberately not mentioning the position he had found her in and knowing his earlier opinions on Gat she was sure he had something to say.
"I always knew you were crazy, but I never thought you were stupid."
"Oh?"
"We just got set up by COPS, I just don't think you fucking the cop who job it is to put you in jail should really be your priority right now."
Des was in too good of a mood to really even be mad at him. "It's not a priority, it's more of a perk. Besides, you saw who was on top."
Pierce choked on that statement and Des laughed again. She was pretty convinced Johnny hadn't been involved with the Sting. If he was, she'd deal with it.
Violently.
They rounded the corner to a particularly shady looking alleyway, it probably looked shadier with Sal, Carlos and one of Sal's bouncers standing over some punk kneeling on the ground, gaze darting anxiously between his captors.
Carlos spotted them first "Boss."
His acknowledgement had everyone turning towards her and Pierce. Des let her features settle into her most intimidating bitch face. This had the desired effect as the captive started visibly shaking and made another attempt at freeing himself from the bouncer's grip.
"This is the Pendejo that set us up." The man in question looked every inch the rat he was, his greasy hair and beady eyes made Sal seem downright respectable. She looked to the racketeer who gave her a nod, looks like she'd get first swing at the guy. That was nice of Sal.
She hadn't even taken a step towards the guy before he started babbling. "It wasn't my idea I swear." his eyes were as wide as saucers and the trembling of his limbs crept into his voice. Good. Interrogations went smoother when the subject was scared shitless, at least in Des' experience. "Some asshole cop said he'd grant me immunity if I did it." It wasn't anything they didn't already know; it was abundantly clear that this man was not the police mastermind.
It was almost too easy. Des turned to Pierce who gave her a non-verbal I told you so. She rolled her eyes and wordlessly held a hand out to Carlos and he quickly dug into his pocket and handed her his switchblade. She stepped forward heels clacking hard on the pavement, crouching down until she was face to face with him.
"You just described every cop in Stilwater." She looked thoughtfully at the switchblade triggering them mechanism, then looking back at the rat, "I'm going to need you to be a lot more specific." She pointed the tip of the blade towards him and gestured vaguely up and down, "Or I might not be very specific about where I put this blade" She let the point settle just above his crotch.
"BARRET! DETECTIVE JAMES BARRET!" the fool was tripping over himself to sell out his contact. Probably why he'd been so easily recruited. It wasn't as much fun when they gave in so quickly but it was probably for the best. It had already been a long night.
She smiled lazily and tapped the flat of the blade to his cheek, "See that wasn't so hard was it?" The man winced at the contact, whimpering pathetically.
Standing she nodded to Sal, "He's all yours." All she needed was a name. Sure, it be fun to cut him to pieces right here and now but Sal had taken the biggest hit so at the very least he should get to decide what happens to the rat.
Besides, Des was going after this Barret guy herself, right after she paid Troy a visit.
