**I do not own Fallout **
This story is loosly based on the events of the game Fallout 4 and contains charachters who appear throughout.
This is Rated M for a large portion of smut - small amounts of violence to follow later on.
'Impure thoughts?' She let her mind mull over the idea. Her get with a ghoul? Picturing herself making out with him, running her hands over his chest, seated in his lap. She shook the image from her mind. Not the time or place the think about this.
The bang of her shotgun echoed through the corridors as a rad roach blew apart into little green chunks.
"Take point." She threw two figures forward with her hand signalling for him to move ahead.
"You got it." His voice drew out the words with the same rasp it usually did.
Pulling herself back she reloaded her shotgun one shell at a time and clicked it back into place. Catching back up to him she watched him walk steadily down the hallways, gun drawn and ready, his red coat touching the floor when he bent to look around a corner or duck behind furniture.
Had he always looked like that? Finding herself distracted as she stared at his broad shoulders as he Sauntered. Had he always been that tall? To be honest she had never paid attention to how much taller he was than her and looking now she could tell he was at least half a foot taller.
*Thud* gasping as the knock took her by surprise.
Looking up she saw him turn on the spot to look straight back at her, gun pointed, as she lay in the mouth of a fallen bookcase. She tripped and fell, not on her face but she had to catch her feet and was kneeling by the time he spun around.
"You okay sister?"
Standing up and brushing the dust off her knees she replied, "yeah."
His concern turned into a smirk and eventually into a laugh when he realised she had tripped over all by herself, no help needed.
"Shut up Hancock." She tossed a book at him from below her and He dodged it with ease. Seeing she was hiding her embarrassment, he turned back to his post with a smile.
What was wrong with her? She wasn't usually this clumsy; in fact she wasn't clumsy at all. Thinking of his touch she shook her head again. 'Enough!' she thought to herself. 'Grow up and stop being an idiot.'
The Day went by pretty quickly; they flushed out the bugs and nasties from the hospital and collected as much as their knapsacks could carry. She started to envy Trashcan Carla always having her Brahmin to shoulder the load, perhaps she could invest in one? She thought better of it when she realised that most nights on the road she didn't eat let alone have enough to feed a whole cow. She kicked the rubble as they walked down what remains of the road.
"Not a bad set up."
His voice woke her from her day dream. Looking over at him he was pointing to a small house not too far away.
"Might be a good place to get some shut eye."
Focusing on the small house she nodded and agreed. "Mmm. It's worth a look."
As they approached the small house they looked for signs of life. Usually places like this were occupied, not always with friendly people. But to be fair, it was pretty much in the middle of nowhere.
Pulling out her gun she slowly opened the door and crept inside. No sign of company. She checked out the whole house but no sign of anyone. The house was mostly furnished although a little dishevelled.
"All clear." She said to the ghoul waiting outside at the steps covering her six.
"Hmph, wonder what folks were up to way out here."
"I dunno," she spoke while unloading her packs. "If it was me, I'd probably use it to grow weed and hide dead bodies."
"What really?!" He sounded so surprised until he looked at her; she had the straightest face and just oozed with sarcasm.
"No."
"Yeah I get that now."...he averted his gaze. He was set up and fell for it. Although he found it funny at the time and chuckled, he realised He'd barely gotten a word out of her all day. What was with her?
"Tough crowd." He said to himself as he unpacked his pockets and found a couch to lounge on in the corner of the entry way.
It was a small house, the room he was in had a TV, sitting and dining and beyond that there was a bathroom and a bedroom. He sat down right in the middle of it, leaned back and rested both arms over the top of the lounge. He slouched back and tipped his hat just over his eyes to block out the sharp sun as it started setting.
Nora had started to unpack a lantern and some candles and lit them in preparation for sundown.
As she finished she looked over at Hancock as he lay motionless over the couch. His chest arched up, his legs spread. Her mind racing again. 'should I just do it?... Like ripping off a Band-Aid?'
Still thinking, she started her regular routine, same as any time they went out. Now she started taking apart her armour. Unclipping and untying she got her chest plate off revealing the harness she had underneath, her bra just peeking out of the straps.
Each piece of armour she took off she placed on the table with a small clunk. She saw Hancock lift his hat slightly to see what the noise was, then pop it down again when he realised nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
She sat at the table and untied her boots, taking them off and placing them underneath the table in order, neatly. She took her socks off and placed them each in the matching boot.
Standing up she leaned over the counter top stretching. It had been a long day that was for sure. She felt her muscles stretch and her joints pop into place.
"Mmmmmm." She vocalised as her back cracked into place. Standing up straight she leant against the bench. 'Impure thoughts?' she hears again. Her head would be the death of her.
Looking over to the lifeless figure on the sofa she couldn't help it. She wasn't the timid girl everyone thought she could be, she was a woman and she knew what she wanted. She let her hair out of her tight bun and tussled it about getting out the kinks. Looking over to him, the images she'd pictured throughout the day ran through her head, the little dirty scenes that played out. She couldn't help it; she started to feel aroused and knew that was it. God help her if he wasn't interested or it would be one hell of a walk back to town tomorrow.
"Hey Hancock." She vocalised.
His pink textured hand shot up, lifted his tri-corn hat and looked over at her. "yeah?"
"Do you have any jet?" She asked trying not making a big fuss over it.
She didn't make a fuss but he knew she didn't do drugs that often, she graced him with her presence a few times while he was stoned but nothing too hard.
"Are you kidding? I'm open for business," he replied, keeping his surprise to a minimum. He went into his inside breast pocket and threw a canister over to her.
"You planning on getting wild tonight?" The muscle where his eyebrow would have been raised as if to cheekily say he approved.
"A little, why?" She asked.
"Nothing doll, you do you." He winked at her.
That was it. The wink pushed her over the edge.
She slowly walked over to him; looking him in the eye she inhaled a large breath of jet. Leaning one knee either side of where he was seated she slowly rested in his lap.
He was certainly surprised. He'd been trying to work her up for weeks seeing if she'd bite, the small nudge here, the sexual joke there and finally she broke and he didn't even do anything this time.
As she sat down in his lap she tipped his hat off on to the floor and leaned in to kiss him. She exhaled the jet directly from her mouth into his and he breathed it into his lungs. Time felt like it slowed down around them. Her lips locked to his. She cradled his head with her hand. Their tongues joined together and glided over one another. He tasted like cigarettes and whisky and his lips weren't as rough as they looked, they were soft but textured.
As they pulled away from each other to catch a breath he looked at her with an intense burning through his dark eyes. That was something no-one had done to him before and she was a pre-war goodie two shoes.
"Just what did they teach you before the war?" Implying she was piquing his interest. Of course she was. She was sitting in his lap all warm and soft and the bulge between his legs got firmer.
She leant into his neck and whispered in his ear "How about I show you?" He breathed in as she spoke. She traced his ear with her tongue sending a shivering sensation down his arm and neck. Closing his eyes he leant into her as she nibbled along his ear lobe.
Unable to take it anymore he turned his head to hers and explored her mouth once again. His hands wandering as they ventured over her shoulders, over her chest and met with her breasts. He cradled them softly, moving one hand around to the back of her, he unclipped her bra then softly tugged at the buckle for her harness. When he heard it click he pulled the harness off each shoulder and took her bra with it.
He pulled back from their embrace to look at her. There she was, sitting in his lap with her soft peach tits hanging out.
"Mmmmm." He made a noise as he exhaled in approval. "You've got the best tits I've ever seen." And it was true, they were firm and perky; pre-war bras helped a lot with this. There were little to no luxuries these days.
"Oh really?" She raised an eyebrow at him, "Why don't you try them out?" Still whispering slightly. The sound of her voice and confidence was turning him on even more. She placed her hand around his head and leaned back pulling him into them.
He sucked on one and rubbed the other, her nipples getting firmer. He pinched one and she let out a small whimper.
Slowly she unbuttoned the few remaining on his shirt, tracing her hands down his chest.
If she kept this up, foreplay was going to become one of his favourite parts. He let a hand travel around to her ass, groping it as he enjoyed all her round parts. He voiced a small growl.
She leant in pushing him away and slowly licked the length of his neck; Shivers running down one arm. She gave him a small kiss and then stood up off his lap. She unbuttoned her pants and slowly pulled her whole outfit down over her knees and to her ankles, kicking it to the side.
Suddenly she was standing in front of him in just her underwear, simple black underwear nothing fancy but skin tight. She leant down onto her knees and kissed his chest slowly working her way down to his beltline. Reaching his sash, she untied it and tugged at the buttons on his pants until they became undone, kissing his chest the whole time.
He was wearing briefs underneath. She pulled them down and over his growing, pulsing member. As she did it extended from him and she wrapped one hand around it. The other she worked in under his layers of clothing to wrap around his waist.
"Oh, darling..." He breathed as he looked down at her ass, she was wearing a thong, her ass cheeks flowing out from it; perfect and round.
The sensation of her licking from the base to the head brought his attention back to the forefront. Licking her lips she slowly went down on him, a little bit further every time, stroking up and down as she went.
He let out a moan and put his hand on top of her head pushing down and guiding her pace. "Ahh, yeah sugar, just like that..." He trailed off. Before her knew it his whole member was in her mouth and could feel it slide down the sides of her throat.
"Mmmmm damn woman." He longed for that feeling.
He held her head down on his cock, choking her slightly. After a short time he let go and she pulled up, took a breath and went straight back down again.
He rumbled with enjoyment as his rock hard cock slid back down her throat again. She did this again and again. His head rolled back over the couch as she pleasured him.
She knew to trail it back again so she backed off and after a few more sucks she pulled away. Slowly she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand; She wasn't going to let him finish before she got to have fun. He looked back at her.
Standing up she placed his hands on her waist and had him help her remove her underwear; she was completely bare down there and he didn't fail to notice. "Mmm that's different,"
Although he sounded pleased she was not getting what he was gesturing at first. "Good different I hope?" She winked at him as she grabbed his hand again and placed it against her stomach pulling it down.
"Great different." He let out a raspy sound, "So smooth." clearly he was enjoying himself.
He let his other hand wander off to her legs, thighs and ass.
Lifting her left foot she placed it beside him keeping the other standing, allowing her legs to part.
Looking up at her, she winked back at him again; she was still holding his hand in place against her.
Slowly he freed his hand and glided it further down meeting with her folds. He smirked as he stroked along her, he could feel how wet she was and the warmth she gave off. She burned for his touch.
Stroking the most sensitive part at her front she felt her whole body jolt when he played with it. Leaning forward he brought his mouth to her lowest part and slid his tongue over her.
Letting out a moan she held onto his shoulders for support, she could tell she was going to need it. Rubbing her while he licked, he slid one finger inside her; she was so wet, so excited, she wanted him.
Letting out a small whimper, she grabbed harder onto his shoulders as he slipped another finger in, then another. He moved them back and forth, getting quicker and firmer until she squirmed.
"Oh, John…" She let out with a deep throaty sound. She was so aroused by him. He knew exactly the right buttons to push so make her liquefy under his touch.
Pulling away he slapped her on the ass and spun her around so he could see it and then lowered her down on him. She positioned his cock to the right place and slid down on him and groaned with ecstasy. His dick was just wide enough to fill her completely and it left her breathless.
Reaching around, he groped her breast and pulled her back toward him, arching her back. She moved to the side and he wrapped his mouth around one of her plump breasts, using his tongue to trace circles around her nipple.
Leaning her back some more her feet lifted off the ground and he was in control of the two of them now, his hips thrusting and pounding into hers. The sound of the two joining with each thrust filled the room accompanied by their heavy breaths and sounds of enjoyment.
Pulling one hand over her breasts to hold her in place her pulled the other up to her throat, holding it firmly as he fucked her. She panted as he pleased her and she leant back further into his strangling embrace.
He traced the hand holding her breast down towards where they met. His hand viciously rubbing her nerve centre. It swelled under his rough hands and her purrs of pleasure turned into mindless whimpers of delight as he ravished her. Licking the side of her face she could feel her whole body tense and knew he could feel it too. His pace quickened and he thrusted harder and harder. Holding her throat in place, his hand grew tighter around her neck.
She was trembling with desire as he pounded into her from behind, holding her in place exactly where he wanted her. Her eyes shut as she moaned loudly in his ear.
His eyes full of craving ferocity, he wanted to finish her, he wanted her to succumb to his will, this woman that had held so much power over his minds for weeks, this woman who quivered under his touch.
"Mmmmm, darling," he leaned into her and breathed into one ear, "cum for daddy."
On a regular moment those words would have made her laugh, but this time it was the invitation she needed to push herself over the edge. Her whole body shook; her hands grabbed his thighs and dug in as she screamed with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhh, John!" She screamed with furiosity. Her body swarmed with surrender. Her heart beat was so fast she could hear it. That feeling of mindless release was overwhelming. She panted still.
He slowed his pace to a stop and gently released his hand from her throat, kissing the side of her temple softly.
She lay on top of him, exhausted and melted into him. His lungs lifting her whole body when he breathed. Rolling he head back into the hollow of his neck she took the moment to catch her breath.
She nudged her head into his and opened her eyes, grasping the situation; she had just fucked Hancock. She slid off him and beside him onto the sofa, her pulse still thumping.
Hancock stood up and slipped his coat and shirt off his shoulders. He stood there, topless, his pants still on, the sash still attached but untied, draping at his side's.
He turned back toward her, his member still very much erected. Bending down he kissed her passionately. Wrapping his arms around her thighs he picked her up still making out with her. Carrying her into the bedroom he threw her onto the bed with a thud. Kneeling over her he smiled cheekily, fire in his eyes.
"Don't think because you finished that you're off the hook." He let out a grin that looked almost dangerous. "You're all mine now, and you're in for a long night."
She bit her lip as he spoke; she had only just surrendered to his touch, to now find herself unbelievably turned on by him again.
He leaned in for another kiss.