F!LW/Gob smut

Nina has decided that The sublet approach won't work with Gob.

I don't own Fallout or any of it characters.

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Chapter 1

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Nina strolled into Moriarty's just before dusk. She had been gone for a little less than a week, having just arrived home a few hours ago. She had stayed home just long enough time to scrub the wasteland off her skin and put on some fresh clothes, a thin tank and loose pants.

She hit up Craterside Supply to unload some of the stuff she scavenged and dropped of some metal at the water supply plant.

But now she needed a drink. And the company of one of the few people in town who didn't irritate her.

Gob's face lit up when he saw her, but it always did.

"Hey, smoothskin, long time no see."

"Just got back a couple of hours ago. How have things been here?"

"Moriarty has been real pissy lately, but when isn't he."

"Yeah, he's an asshole. You know the first time I met him, he spent the entire conversation staring at my tits. I'm asking him where I can find my dad, and he's just ogling me. He's such a sick fuck."

Gob's eyes had flicked down to her chest at the mention of her breasts, but he immediately corrected himself and met her eyes, but not before she noticed.

He looked embarrassed, he would probably be blushing if he could, "Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"Gob, relax. I'm the one that brought them up. Besides I don't mind you staring. It's that creepy old bastard that needs to keep his eyes off me."

"I'm still sorry, it won't happen again, Nina."

He was still so flustered, but it was cute. She liked saying things that made him a little uncomfortable so she could watch him squirm. Never anything too bad, but little flirtatious remarks always got a stammering response.

She knew he had a crush on her, and she was definitely attracted to him. He never really got any free time, so she couldn't really ask him out. She knew he would never ask her either. He didn't think she saw him that way, but he was very wrong.

She eyed him across the bar, admiring the toned muscles under his ragged skin. Deciding that she needed to be less subtle in her approach, she smirked at him, saying, "I mean it, Gob. Feel free to stare at my tits all you want." She winked at him.

He swallowed hard, his eyes still locked on her face, assuming she was just teasing him.

"How about a whiskey?" She said, mostly to break him out of his shock.

"Yeah, of course. One second." He said, shaking his head. He walked away to grab her drink. She smiled to herself, thinking how nice Gob's ass looked in the jeans she had found in some prewar dresser, happy they had fit him, and even happier that they were on the snug side. Then a mischievous grin took over her face. He might not take her seriously right now, but he would. Until then, she was going to have some fun.

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Gob gladly walked away to get the whiskey. He needed to get away from her, get ahold of himself, and when he had a moment, slip away to the back to take care of the problem growing in his pants.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He had blatantly stared at her chest. God, it was like he couldn't help it.

He needed to get himself under control. She was one of the only people who treated him like he was human, and he had always appreciated that.

He really wanted to be respectful and friendly, but she was so fucking sexy, it killed him. Every time she visited the bar he had to "relieve" himself, or he'd be walking around with a fucking boner all night.

And, fuck, she loved to tease him. He knew she meant nothing by it, she'd never want him that way.

"Here you go. One whiskey."

He slid the glass over to her, grateful the bar was hiding the lower half of his body.

"Thanks, Gobby." He smiled, loving when she called him that.

Taking a drink of the whiskey, she let out a throaty moan, her chest rising, her breasts straining against the thin fabric.

Fuck, her nipples were hard.

His cock twitched in his pants. He tore his eyes away. She lowered the glass, looking him in the eyes and licking her lips.

"Oh, Gob. That feels so good," she whimpered lowly so only he could hear her, his eyes locking on her mouth.

"Gob, do you have any I can suck on?"

His cock twitched, volunteering.

"Like what?" His voice was strained.

"I don't know, I just feel like sucking on something. Thought you might be able to help me out." Her voice was almost a purr.

He was going to be replaying this conversation in his head later, giving her a much different answer.

"We got some squirrel on stick," his voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Sounds perfect. I love sucking on meat."

Fuck, he couldn't take much more of this. She had to know what she was doing, he just wasn't sure why she wanted to tease him so much tonight.

He quickly brought her food to her, and was rewarded by getting to watch her eat it.

Her mouth wrapped around the chunk of meat at the end of the kabob, sucking gently, then releasing it and licking slowly up the length of the skewer.

His mouth went dry, jaw dropping. He couldn't look away.

She slid the skewer back in her mouth, further this time. Sucking harder than before, she moaned softly. Then she looked him in the eyes and bobbed her head up and down slightly.

"Oh, fuck me," Gob sighed, not realizing how loud he had said it until it was too late. His eyes wide with panic, he started to stammer out an apology as she pulled the skewer out of her mouth.

"Do you want me to?" She asked in a husky voice, licking her lips.

Stunned, Gob could only nod.

A smirk spread across her face, and for a second, Gob thought she was going to laugh at him or tease him for falling for it.

"How about I meet you in the storage room?" she said, standing up and casually walking to the little room in the back of the bar. Gob was dumbstruck as he watched her walk away.

He followed her back, thinking it must be part of the joke. He wouldn't even be mad. That was by far the hottest thing he had ever seen.