Still Number One to Me
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Adult +
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6,300
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3
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Still Number One to Me
A/N: Well, someone on here once placed a MK challenge on here, can’t remember who it is, but they did. They requested it be from one of the list of couples they had, and for it to be during Mortal Kombat Deadly Alliance (but the author said it could be from any MK game). I LOVE the Johnny/Sonya pairing, and seeing as that was one of the choices…I wanted to write it. Sadly, it took me a while to come up with a good idea for one. ^_^;; Who knows though? If I REALLY enjoy writing this one, I might turn around and do another fic with these two. Read and review please!
Title: Still Number One to Me
Pairing: Johnny/Sonya
Rating: NC-17
Summary: (Based on Johnny’s ending for Mortal Kombat 4) After Johnny’s less-than-great award night, Sonya helps to remind him he’s still number one in her book…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mortal Kombat characters.
Still Number One to Me
A heavy sigh came from the actor as he pulled up to his house. He parked his car and just sat there, looking dismayed, gazing out at something no one but himself could see. His hands still gripped the steering wheel, and if he were to grip it tighter, he probably would bend it. A pair of green eyes looked at him in a mixture of concern and thoughtfulness.
“Johnny, it’s okay,” Sonya said.
Another sharp sigh came from him. “No, it’s not okay, Sonya,” he nearly snapped, still furious as the images from his award danced about in his mind. Not only had he been booed off the stage, but he also had things thrown at him! That one-fingered salute he got from Arnold Schwarzenegger wasn’t flattering either. He was hurt, humiliated, and quite frankly, pissed off.
…And sadly, he was also pissing off his girlfriend.
Ever since Johnny had been brought back to life by Rayden, Sonya and him had been inseparable, which suited him just fine. She had moved in with him, and the two had been going out since the end of the Outworld invasion. And they surprisingly hadn’t had that many arguments or made each other really angry…until now…
Sonya wasn’t the kind of person to give sympathy to others easily, and when she did, she expected respect from the person. She was trying her best to comfort Johnny. She knew how important this night was for him…and how it went to Hell quicker than either of them could blink. Yet, he was just brushing it aside as though it was nothing. It was royally pissing her off. Her green eyes narrowed into a glare as she stared at him. “Well at least you got the damn award you wanted so much!” she snapped back at him and got out of the car, slamming the door shut.
Johnny turned, realizing his mistake. “Sonya, wait!” he called, but she only marched into the house. He sighed heavily, and he rubbed his hand over his face. Geez, that was great. He picked up his golden award and slowly got out of the car, making his way over to the house. After opening the door and closing it behind him, he looked around, but didn’t see her in the living room or kitchen.
“Sonya?” he asked loudly, placing the award over by mantle over the fireplace before turning to walk down the hall. “Sonya? Sonya, where are you?” he called.
“In here!” she answered.
“Look, Sonya, I’m sorry,” he began, following where he had heard the voice and stood in the doorway of their bedroom, leaning against the doorframe, staring at her.
Her eyes were still glaring at him as she stood there, her arms folded across her chest, her face in the same scowl he had seen he with the first time they met on the boat to Shang Tsung’s island. “I was trying to help you…” she growled.
“I know, I know Angel. Listen, I…I was-”
“An asshole,” she cut him off.
“Well, that’s pushing it a little…” he said in his defense, but the cold look he got from her let him know he wasn’t going to win that argument. He raised his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay, I was an asshole.” She nodded in agreement. “It’s just… I've been waiting for that night for so long, and now, they act like I didn’t deserve it. I was supposed to be their number one man tonight, Sonya, and now…it looks like I’m last on their list.” He looked down to the floor as he explained his behavior on the way home.
“Why do you care what they think?” she asked, and he looked up at her shocked. Her eyes had soften slightly, and she walked over to him. “You’re still number one to me,” she said, standing right before him.
“I know, but mmm-” he began, cut off as she kissed him. He readily returned the kiss, and he felt her hands slide off his black dress jacket and begin to unbutton his white shirt. His own hands slid themselves underneath the black silk top she was wearing and slowly began to slide it up her torso. She broke the kiss to let him remove her top as his shirt slid off him. Johnny smirked when he saw her gray sports bra. That was his Sonya.
She smirked back at him as she removed her bra and tossed it behind her, walking over to him, her hands going for his belt as she undid it. His hands reached up and began rubbing her breasts gently, emitting a soft moan from her as he did, and she unzipped his pants, letting them fall down to his ankles. He slowly began to slide her black slacks down in return, and she stepped out of her pants, tossing aside her black flats as well. As he watched her intently remove her knee-highs, he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks and kicked his pants off to the side.
He embraced her tightly and kissed her deeply, letting out a soft moan as Sonya returned the kiss and wrapped her legs around his waist, gently rubbing against his crotch. Carrying her effortlessly, he walked over to the bed and gently laid her down before crawling onto the bed as well. She smiled slightly and sat up, leaning over to remove his boxers, and he kissed her lips quickly. “I want to be on top this time,” he whispered into her ear, and she laughed.
“Well, since this is your night…” she teased and kissed him hard as Johnny hooked his thumbs underneath the sides of her panties and slid them off. Breaking the kiss, he laid her down on her back, before looming over her. His hands gently cupped her breasts and began to massage them, making Sonya moan at his touch, her nipples becoming hard in his warm hands, bringing a smirk to Johnny’s lips. Sitting in between her legs, his knees gently nudged her thighs apart as he settled in.
His way now open, Johnny thrusted into her to the hilt, and Sonya’s hips rocked up to meet him. He slowly pulled himself out to his head and plunged in harder and faster, causing her to moan, her hips rising to meet his once more. She still felt tight to him, and somehow with each time they made love, it felt better each time. Johnny continued to pump himself into Sonya’s womanhood, harder and faster with each thrust. Sonya kept up with his pace, bucking her hips up into his with the same force as him, and she was growing wetter by the second. He leaned over, squeezing her breasts once more, slowly down slightly to talk to her.
“Just only one tonight, I’ll make it up tomorrow,” he whispered to her, his voice kinda gruff as his precum already had come out.
She smirked slightly up at him. “I’ll hold you to that,” she responded, leaning up to give him a quick kiss, and Johnny quickly picked up the pace back to what it was. Her breaths came almost in sobs as Johnny brought her pleasure to that ultimate high, and a few minutes later, Sonya screamed out as she cummed hard.
“Sonya!” he groaned in passion, shooting his hot seed deep inside her.
They laid back on the bed, and Johnny spooned her into a protective hug. She closed her eyes, a faint smile on her face as she rested her head on his chest. He smiled, looking down at her and gently stroked her hair.
“That was fun,” she said. “But I’m expecting much more tomorrow, Cage…”
“Oh, don’t worry Angel…you’ll get it.”
Title: Still Number One to Me
Pairing: Johnny/Sonya
Rating: NC-17
Summary: (Based on Johnny’s ending for Mortal Kombat 4) After Johnny’s less-than-great award night, Sonya helps to remind him he’s still number one in her book…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mortal Kombat characters.
Still Number One to Me
A heavy sigh came from the actor as he pulled up to his house. He parked his car and just sat there, looking dismayed, gazing out at something no one but himself could see. His hands still gripped the steering wheel, and if he were to grip it tighter, he probably would bend it. A pair of green eyes looked at him in a mixture of concern and thoughtfulness.
“Johnny, it’s okay,” Sonya said.
Another sharp sigh came from him. “No, it’s not okay, Sonya,” he nearly snapped, still furious as the images from his award danced about in his mind. Not only had he been booed off the stage, but he also had things thrown at him! That one-fingered salute he got from Arnold Schwarzenegger wasn’t flattering either. He was hurt, humiliated, and quite frankly, pissed off.
…And sadly, he was also pissing off his girlfriend.
Ever since Johnny had been brought back to life by Rayden, Sonya and him had been inseparable, which suited him just fine. She had moved in with him, and the two had been going out since the end of the Outworld invasion. And they surprisingly hadn’t had that many arguments or made each other really angry…until now…
Sonya wasn’t the kind of person to give sympathy to others easily, and when she did, she expected respect from the person. She was trying her best to comfort Johnny. She knew how important this night was for him…and how it went to Hell quicker than either of them could blink. Yet, he was just brushing it aside as though it was nothing. It was royally pissing her off. Her green eyes narrowed into a glare as she stared at him. “Well at least you got the damn award you wanted so much!” she snapped back at him and got out of the car, slamming the door shut.
Johnny turned, realizing his mistake. “Sonya, wait!” he called, but she only marched into the house. He sighed heavily, and he rubbed his hand over his face. Geez, that was great. He picked up his golden award and slowly got out of the car, making his way over to the house. After opening the door and closing it behind him, he looked around, but didn’t see her in the living room or kitchen.
“Sonya?” he asked loudly, placing the award over by mantle over the fireplace before turning to walk down the hall. “Sonya? Sonya, where are you?” he called.
“In here!” she answered.
“Look, Sonya, I’m sorry,” he began, following where he had heard the voice and stood in the doorway of their bedroom, leaning against the doorframe, staring at her.
Her eyes were still glaring at him as she stood there, her arms folded across her chest, her face in the same scowl he had seen he with the first time they met on the boat to Shang Tsung’s island. “I was trying to help you…” she growled.
“I know, I know Angel. Listen, I…I was-”
“An asshole,” she cut him off.
“Well, that’s pushing it a little…” he said in his defense, but the cold look he got from her let him know he wasn’t going to win that argument. He raised his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay, I was an asshole.” She nodded in agreement. “It’s just… I've been waiting for that night for so long, and now, they act like I didn’t deserve it. I was supposed to be their number one man tonight, Sonya, and now…it looks like I’m last on their list.” He looked down to the floor as he explained his behavior on the way home.
“Why do you care what they think?” she asked, and he looked up at her shocked. Her eyes had soften slightly, and she walked over to him. “You’re still number one to me,” she said, standing right before him.
“I know, but mmm-” he began, cut off as she kissed him. He readily returned the kiss, and he felt her hands slide off his black dress jacket and begin to unbutton his white shirt. His own hands slid themselves underneath the black silk top she was wearing and slowly began to slide it up her torso. She broke the kiss to let him remove her top as his shirt slid off him. Johnny smirked when he saw her gray sports bra. That was his Sonya.
She smirked back at him as she removed her bra and tossed it behind her, walking over to him, her hands going for his belt as she undid it. His hands reached up and began rubbing her breasts gently, emitting a soft moan from her as he did, and she unzipped his pants, letting them fall down to his ankles. He slowly began to slide her black slacks down in return, and she stepped out of her pants, tossing aside her black flats as well. As he watched her intently remove her knee-highs, he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks and kicked his pants off to the side.
He embraced her tightly and kissed her deeply, letting out a soft moan as Sonya returned the kiss and wrapped her legs around his waist, gently rubbing against his crotch. Carrying her effortlessly, he walked over to the bed and gently laid her down before crawling onto the bed as well. She smiled slightly and sat up, leaning over to remove his boxers, and he kissed her lips quickly. “I want to be on top this time,” he whispered into her ear, and she laughed.
“Well, since this is your night…” she teased and kissed him hard as Johnny hooked his thumbs underneath the sides of her panties and slid them off. Breaking the kiss, he laid her down on her back, before looming over her. His hands gently cupped her breasts and began to massage them, making Sonya moan at his touch, her nipples becoming hard in his warm hands, bringing a smirk to Johnny’s lips. Sitting in between her legs, his knees gently nudged her thighs apart as he settled in.
His way now open, Johnny thrusted into her to the hilt, and Sonya’s hips rocked up to meet him. He slowly pulled himself out to his head and plunged in harder and faster, causing her to moan, her hips rising to meet his once more. She still felt tight to him, and somehow with each time they made love, it felt better each time. Johnny continued to pump himself into Sonya’s womanhood, harder and faster with each thrust. Sonya kept up with his pace, bucking her hips up into his with the same force as him, and she was growing wetter by the second. He leaned over, squeezing her breasts once more, slowly down slightly to talk to her.
“Just only one tonight, I’ll make it up tomorrow,” he whispered to her, his voice kinda gruff as his precum already had come out.
She smirked slightly up at him. “I’ll hold you to that,” she responded, leaning up to give him a quick kiss, and Johnny quickly picked up the pace back to what it was. Her breaths came almost in sobs as Johnny brought her pleasure to that ultimate high, and a few minutes later, Sonya screamed out as she cummed hard.
“Sonya!” he groaned in passion, shooting his hot seed deep inside her.
They laid back on the bed, and Johnny spooned her into a protective hug. She closed her eyes, a faint smile on her face as she rested her head on his chest. He smiled, looking down at her and gently stroked her hair.
“That was fun,” she said. “But I’m expecting much more tomorrow, Cage…”
“Oh, don’t worry Angel…you’ll get it.”