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It didn’t take much convincing for Parker to make her way to Nuka-World, not even listening to half of that ridiculous ‘Hiya, kids!’ recording that’d conveniently popped up on her pip-boy before she’d decided that was exactly where she’d wanted to go for whatever fucking reason. Perhaps it was curiosity or stupidity—assuming those were two different things in her world—but regardless of the reason, she’d bloatfly-lined directly to the transit station, hopped on the monorail, and took it straight to the theme park.
And it was a trap, of course, because why wouldn’t it have been a trap?
Upon arrival, she was greeted by trash on the ground, skulls and decapitated heads used as interior decoration, and some game show host-like voice taunting her over a loudspeaker. And to make matters worse, the monorail door immediately shut and locked behind her the moment she stepped out, blocking the only exit and giving her one way to go: down.
Fuck.
Well, what else did she have to do on a lazy Friday afternoon? Or was it Saturday? Maybe it was Monday…
Whatever. It mattered not, because Parker was down the steps and shooting green globs of plasma at some turrets while trying to figure out what she was supposed to do and just what she’d gotten herself into. Other than walking into an adventure, of course.
Nate had gotten the call about a newcomer in the Gauntlet, everyone had; but his eyes fell on the screen and focused on the woman making her way through it. A Vault-dweller was out of place here, and the fact that she had made it this far was impressive. She’d tried to disguise herself as another Wastelander, but the machinery strapped to her arm was a dead giveaway, and Nate hummed thoughtfully. It would be such a waste to just kill her…
Standing, the Overboss wiped off his face paint and changed his clothes, opting for something that made him look less threatening - a plain white t-shirt and jeans with leather armour strapped to it. Then he headed out of the old restaurant and made his way over to the Cola-Cars arena, slipping into the old service tunnels via the employee corridors he’d finally gotten cleared just a month ago. She hadn’t reached the tunnels yet, and so he crouched down by the fire barrel, warming his hands, waiting for her. The t-shirt looked old and dirty and blood-splattered enough that he could pass for a lost soul. This wasn’t the first time he’d tricked one of these poor sods.
Parker shot her way through the damned place, taking out turrets and stepping over wires, overall avoiding either getting blown to pieces or burned into vault dweller toast. It sucked. Who the hell put all the labor and caps into making this shit, anyway?
Eventually, she found herself traversing some tunnels, her gun aimed ahead of her, soon landing on someone in the distance.
She froze. That… was a person, right? It didn’t look like a feral ghoul. Slowly, the vaultie approached, trying to remain as silent as possible.
Nate heard her - not well, but he heard her, and looked up, spotting her. “Shit!” he gasped, falling on his ass. “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!”
Okay, so it wasn’t a feral ghoul, just a guy—a guy who made her startle when he startled. A quiet squeak of surprise escaped her when he gasped and fell back, her own eyes growing wide. “What!? Who are you? Are you one of them!?”
“I’ve been stuck here for hours, I’m not gonna hurt you!” Nate protested. “Been holding off whoever comes my way. I was dumb enough to believe some guy about him needing my help back in Nuka-World and now I can’t leave.”
Some guy? She’d only heard a radio signal. “Do you have a weapon?” Parker asked, eyeing him.
He sat up, and showed her his lever-action rifle. “Got it off one of them that came down here for a fight but I don’t have much ammunition on me.”
It seemed fairly suspect, but what options did she have? Her curiosity had gotten the best of her—again—and now she was stuck in a prewar theme park-turned-maze. It was almost as bad as the last time she’d gotten trapped in a maze someone built out of an old parking garage because it just looked too good to pass up even though it was very obviously a trap. Or maybe this time was worse; she had yet to decide.
But this guy was the first person she’d met since arriving. Well, the first person who wasn’t trying to kill her, at least.
Stepping a bit closer, she glanced him up and down. “That it? Any knives? I know those Brotherhood boys keep them in their boots.”
Nate left his gun where it was and kicked off his boots, holding them up to show her they were empty. “I’ve got nothing,” he told her. “Except a couple stimpaks and some RadAway. Gave one to that guy who was pretending to be hurt. He con one out of you too?”
“I didn’t see any guy,” she told him, motioning with her gun that he could put his shoes back on. “Walk ahead of me and we can get out of here together. But I don’t trust you yet.”
His eyes widened. “Hey, that’s not fair,” he protested. “How do I know you aren’t gonna shoot me in the back? What if you’re some cute raider chick they sent to trick me?”
The compliment didn’t register, just the insinuation she’d betray him. “What!?” she hissed, her gun lowering a little while she stepped closer. “If I was gonna kill you, I’d have already done it by now. What good is a weaker gun and little ammo gonna do for me!?”
“Raiders are twisted!” Nate insisted. “They’ll pretend to befriend you and then fuck you up for fun! I’ve seen it happen! I’m not gonna let you trick me like that!”
Her face was growing hot with anger. Granted, he had a point, but…
“And how do I know you're not the one trying to trick me!?” she countered.
Whoever picked the perfect timing to run in and try to get him in the shoulders, Nate was thankful; the door nearby burst open and he barely had enough time to snatch up his gun and shoot them in the stomach. Their erstwhile opponent was dead before they hit the floor, and Nate sniffed. Fucking Disciples. Of course Nisha would send one of her dogs.
Everything happened so quickly that Parker didn’t realize what was going on until she was crouched down, her hands covering her head while she made herself as small as possible, gun dangling from its strap at her side.
When he glanced over at her, the woman was in a ball. His brow rose. “How the hell are you still alive?” he muttered, finally pulling his shoes back on.
“I’m small enough to hide,” she grumbled, glancing around after uncovering her head, then standing. Parker brushed herself off, pretending as if nothing happened. “It was just… very sudden. I don’t need your judgments, okay?”
He knelt up. “He could’ve shot you easy,” he pointed out. “Thanks for nothing. Guess you’re not a raider. You would’ve joined in rather than balling up like tumbleweed.”
Her nose crinkled. “Well, that’s just rude,” she mumbled to herself. “Look, are we joining up or not? Because I really wanna get out of here.”
“You wanna keep going?” he said. “Why the fuck would you wanna do that? This is the one place so far that doesn’t smell like dead bodies and shit.”
“You’re gonna run out of ammo eventually. Then what?” she asked, her hip cocking out.
Nate shrugged and stood. “Guess I’ll hide and stab them with this wicked-looking knife our new buddy was carrying.”
As he stood, Parker hadn’t realized just how close she’d gotten to him in her anger until he was towering over her. Fuck, the man had to be over a foot taller than her—she barely reached up to his shoulders. “That’s, uh… that’s a—that’s an idea, sure,” the vault dweller murmured while staring up at him, her head tipping back just to do so.
God, she was even smaller up close. Nate wanted to throw her over the nearest car and tear her clothes off, but he shrugged. “Hey, you wanna go on ahead, be my guest. Waste of a cute girl, but whatever. You don’t trust me.”
“Waste of a—“ The compliment hit her like a fusion freight train, heat traveling up her neck and cheeks. “Oh.” Clearing her throat, Parker’s eyes dropped to the ground, her foot kicking at a piece of rubble. “No, I think, um… maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s a bad idea. Probably safer in numbers, anyway.”
The flush in her cheeks was adorable and obvious. He didn’t let himself react to it, though he was picturing how red she would get when he made her cum over and over. “Told you.”
“Hey, you two gonna sit there forever? You best hope none of our audience gets bored and wants some more action!” RedEye called over the intercom. “Hope you’ve got enough bullets to entertain our crowd!”
The man wasn’t wrong - a dumbass, but not wrong. Nate knew he would be likely shooting a few more of his own idiots before this was over. “What kind of action?” he found himself calling back, knowing RedEye would hear.
“You’ll see!” RedEye preened.
Despite her best attempts, Parker couldn’t really tell where the man might be watching them from. His voice echoed all around the tunnel, making it difficult to pinpoint just where any sort of intercom or loudspeaker might be hiding in the shadows, and there were no real discernible cameras, either—no blinking lights, nothing; she found her gaze meeting her new friend’s again. “What do we do?”
Nate slung his gun over his back and walked past her to kick shut the door that the Disciple had come through, the back of his hand brushing across her stomach gently like it hadn’t been intentional. “Not sure what a raider wants other than blood,” he muttered. “They like the dumb primal shit, I guess.”
“C’mon now, if you two ain’t gonna give us a show, we’ll change the programme!”
Confusion washed over her face before it was taken over by horror with a hint of arousal. ‘Primal shit’ could have meant a lot of things, but the main one that settled in her head—other than death, of course—was… well, sex. And with the guy over the intercom demanding a ‘show,’ that only made her think about it even more.
“Uhhh… I don’t, um… I don’t have a clue, either,” she muttered, looking to where he’d touched her.
Nate sighed, though he could tell already that she was thinking about it. “Guess we could barricade the doors? It’ll take them longer to get through.”
“I-I guess,” Parker hesitantly agreed, her eyes following him around the room. “But I still think maybe trying to escape is our best option.”
“Well we can’t go back, and we know that going forward means more raiders,” he said. Idly, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it to wipe a line of sweat off his forehead, the other hand resting on his belt and tugging a little on his jeans. “Maybe we can slowly edge forward, take it a bit at a time, come back here to rest when we’ve probed it thoroughly.”
It was almost painful how this was going. Was he thinking the same thing as her? Did he have any idea what she was thinking? Or was it really just her being a goddamn pervert that she was staring at that trail of hair leading down his stomach and disappearing into his jeans?
Fuck, what was wrong with her?
“Mhmm,” she agreed, though her voice was high-pitched and strained as her face was visibly struggling with the issue.
Nate glanced over at her. “You ok, tumbleweed? You sound hurt.” He came closer. “You get hit? I can check for you if you want.”
“Tumbleweed,” she whispered, her attention back on his face. But she’d been caught, and even though he hadn’t mentioned it, he must have seen that she was looking at him. Right? Right?
“No, I-I’m okay,” Parker murmured nervously.
“You sure?” he asked. “I can check now, no problem. If we’re gonna work together defending this place, I need to keep you healthy.”
“Get on with it, lovebirds!” RedEye taunted.
“Ignore him,” Nate said, rolling his eyes. “He’s just sore we’re not dead yet.”
The insistence on checking her was making her doubt if she hadn’t been hit, and now she was worried maybe her actions were due to blood loss or something related to a bullet wound or—no, that was stupid. She wasn’t hit. He was just worrying over his new partner, that was all.
“I’m—I’m okay. Thank you,” the vaultie whispered, swallowing hard.
A little closer. It wouldn’t be long, he hoped, and he brushed down his shirt and jeans, then stretched, t-shirt lifting a little as he let out a groan; her eyes dropped to the revealed skin again. “Ok,” he began. “That door looks like the only way to get out, so we’ll need to watch it closely to make sure they don’t surprise us. But there’s nothing stopping them from sneaking up on us either, so we can’t risk them taking us from behind. It would be pretty rough to end up getting fucked like that so we’ve got to watch both ends. Which entry would you prefer? Front or rear?”
This had to be a game. Or maybe she was hallucinating. Or just reading too much into it. Whatever it was, Parker—
“God, please just do me already,” she blurted out before her eyes grew wide and she audibly snapped her mouth shut, teeth clicking.
“What?” Nate repeated, trying not to smirk.
“Just—just do it. The door. B-block it. And—and—and, I have to go.” Spinning on her heels, Parker swiftly walked away from him and across the tunnel, which really wasn’t very far, but it was still away.
“What do you mean do me?!” Nate called.
“Now ain’t that a plan!” RedEye crowed. “You two get cosy by the fire, and maybe our crowd won’t start gunning for you!”
Nate sneered at the intercom. “Shut up. Hey, come on. What’s up? Something wrong?”
“Shut up, you fucking weirdo!” Parker hissed at the man on the intercom. But with her new ally calling after her, she bristled, keeping her back to him. “Nothing! I said, ‘do it,’ not, ‘do me’!”
“No, you definitely said do me,” Nate said. “But, listen, ignore that guy and what he’s saying. Even if it did keep the raiders off our backs, we can still fight them.” He got close enough to gently touch her shoulder. “This whole thing is fucked-up and we shouldn’t be here but that doesn’t mean we have to sell ourselves to get out, ok?”
“Wh—sell myself?” She blinked, turning to face him. “That isn’t—that’s not—I can’t—just—wow, okay. No?”
“Yeah,” he said, gesturing wildly into the air. “Wherever they are, they’ve got cameras cause they can see us. We don’t have to fuck in front of them just for their benefit.”
“That wasn’t why I was—“ She paused and huffed, briefly closing her eyes as even more frustration washed over her. “Forget it. Let’s just barricade the door.”
“Wait- you weren’t thinking of fucking me to distract the raiders?” Nate asked. He didn’t move.
“That’s what I said,” she mumbled, trying to step around him, but he was just so… big. “Do you, ya know… mind?”
“Well, you, other than possibly still being a raider plant,” he gave her a grin to show he was joking, “are really cute, and I’m definitely attracted, but we are in a tunnel under a raider stronghold so I’m not gonna push the issue unless, you know, you actually want it.”
Fuck. Her cheeks were red. “Well, I mean, the—the cameras.”
He nodded, sighing. “Yeah, I know. That’s ok. I’m not having sex in front of cameras with someone who isn’t comfortable with it. It’s kinda fucked up.”
He was comfortable with it? “If… there is a spot with no cameras,” she whispered, “Then…”
Nate bit his lip. “Probably inside one of the old trucks,” he suggested, knowing full well they had some installed for this exact purpose. “I don’t see why there would be any there.”
“That’s… true. Shouldn’t be a reason for them to put any in there,” she agreed, glancing over at the trucks. Folding her arms over her stomach, Parker felt herself growing even more nervous than before. Was she really about to do this? Fuck some random dude in a raider stronghold all while a bunch of cameras were outside and raiders were listening through them, knowing those same raiders could interrupt and kill them both—or worse?
Apparently so.
Nate started looking around at the trucks. “That one has a trailer. How about that one? Should be nice and protected.”
“That, um, that works,” she agreed, her voice cracking in nervousness.
Nate gently took her hand and led her over to the back of the truck, testing the shutter. It was unlocked, just the way he had left it, and he slid it up, pausing to look at it. “Neat, we can lock it from the inside without needing a key.”
“Convenient,” Parker muttered, glancing inside the truck and then around it. “What if they come after us while we’re, ya know?”
“Ok, we can face the shutter and I’ll leave our guns in reach,” Nate suggested, offering her a hand to help her get in.
There was a bit of hesitation despite this being her idea—sort of?—but she eventually took his hand, climbing into the truck. “Okay. That works.”
He ran his thumb over the back of her hand. “You don’t have to do this,” he said gently, but when she was inside, he slid the shutter down and locked it.
“No, I want to, I’m just nervous,” she told him with a light laugh. “The, um… the idea of raiders coming after us while we’re in the middle of fucking isn’t ideal.”
He nodded. “Yeah, bit of a buzzkill. But hey, maybe… if we’re loud enough, they’ll just let us be?” He let out a nervous laugh. “I mean, don’t like, fake it or anything.”
She gave him an unpleasant look. “Fake moans are… ugly.”
“Agreed,” he said. “Ok, what will make you most comfortable? Mostly clothed?”
“Um… I guess so, since we might have to grab our guns and run,” she explained. “But, wait—what’s your name?”
“Oh, oh! It’s Nate,” he said. “What about you?” He began undoing his belt.
“Parker,” she answered, biting her bottom lip as her eyes trailed down to watch his hands before she started unbuckling her own belt.
“Nice to meet you, Parker,” he chuckled, one hand reaching for her shirt. “Can I…?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
Nate pulled the faded white fabric up, exposing her breasts. Licking his lips, his cock pulsed in his jeans. God, he wanted to get his cock between them. His hands found her bra, and he glanced at her, waiting for her permission.
With her belt undone, Parker cupped the backs of his hands as he was grasping the hems of her bra cups, and she guided them downward, using him to pull the fabric beneath her breasts. “We have a, um… bit of height difference here,” she whispered. “Might hurt yourself trying to bend down so much.”
“You wanna get on top?” Nate asked, his eyes on her exposed breasts. Idly, he tugged a little too hard, and he heard a little rip as part of the bra tore. “Oh, shit, sorry.”
Parker bristled. “Be careful!” she scolded. “Do you know how hard it is to find bras in my size in the wasteland!?”
“We can try and fix it later,” he promised, as his hands groped at her breasts. Thumbing her nipples, he leaned down and covered one with his mouth, sucking on it as he bent over her. As his lips and tongue played with the peak, he pulled at her jeans, bringing them down until they were locked around her thighs before pulling on the woman’s panties.
Snap.
“Shit, fuck, I’m really sorry, Parker!”
She was about to punch him square in the nose. The man was probably eight million times her size, but she was definitely about to fuck his shit up.
“What the fuck, Nate!?” she hissed, shoving him away from her chest—or trying to, at least.
“Sorry, I’m just- they were more fragile than I thought and I guess I’m a lot stronger than I expected,” he mumbled. “Sorry, Parker. I’m really sorry. We can stop if you want.”
Really, she’d be a liar if she said him tearing her clothes wasn’t turning her on, but she was not about to admit that. Hell, no.
Even still, she was already soaked between her thighs, and his ‘stronger than I realized’ excuse was just doing something to her. Still, they were in the middle of a raider stronghold.
“It’s fine. Just… please be more careful. Like, a lot more careful,” Parker huffed in irritation.
Nodding hurriedly, Nate reached for her again. “Ok, I will,” he promised, grabbing at her breasts the way he’d seen inexperienced idiots do - with much enthusiasm and little technique. The more Parker thought he was a useful idiot, the better this would be. “How do you like it? What do you want me to do?”
Everything about this was frustrating. By the looks of him, he’d definitely fucked plenty of people; how could someone like Nate not have slept around or at least had some experience? He was fucking hot. But, no, here she was dealing with him like he was some inexperienced virgin or someone who’d only lost his virginity one or two sessions ago. It was almost like she had to teach him; and while that wasn’t really something she would have minded any other day, this was not a good time.
“Uh, you’ll have to, um…” her brows furrowed, “How big are you?”
Nate hurriedly pulled his cock out. “Is that too big?”
Parker’s face paled. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “Yeah, you’re gonna have to, uh, to prep me. I’m not gonna be able to take you right away.”
He nodded. “Ok, fingers or mouth? And what’s the easiest way?”
“Both,” she told him. “And it doesn’t matter with prepping.”
He nodded. Guiding her down onto her back, Nate pulled her jeans a little further until they were around her boots, then lifted her legs, and despite them still being mostly-closed thanks to her jeans still being on, he got his head between her thighs, resting her heels on his back, and spread her folds open. He started licking, one hand running up to her breasts as his tongue lapped at her clit, stroking up from her perineum to the little nub and teasing it. She was so wet, and if not for her needing the prep then Nate would have just shoved in and started fucking her. As it was, Parker was small, and he wanted her screaming in pleasure.
One of her own hands grasped the back of his as he cupped her breast, her other reaching down to run through his hair—but it was too short, so she ended up with her hand atop his head, whining from the stimulation while her back arched. “Fuck.”
He sucked gently on her clit as he began to work a finger into her, wriggling it around gently within her, trying to find her sweet spot. “Is that good?” he asked, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Nodding, she found her eyes closing as a quiet moan escaped. “Yeah, that’s—that’s good,” she breathed. His finger soon rubbed against that patch of nerves inside her, and Parker gasped, her back arching even more. “Oh! Right there!”
Nate worked that spot with his finger as he began to try and get another one in, his tongue swirling around her clit before he sucked it again. "Needed a second to get into the swing of it," he apologised.
Fuck, the way he was sucking at her clit—
“Oh, my god, Nate, just keep going!” she growled after he spoke since he’d stopped sucking on her to do so. Still, he kept rubbing her sweet spot, and that was sending her toward the edge pretty quickly on its own, especially when he was working a second finger in.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, closing his mouth around the nub and licking on it again before giving it a few more sucks. He was debating on how much to edge her, and he slowed his finger as he got the second one in, missing that spot as he changed his strokes and returned to licking her.
Irritation mixed with confusion washed over her face as her brows furrowed, and Parker leaned up on one elbow to look down at him. If the guy really wasn’t experienced, she couldn’t be mean to him, right? That wouldn’t exactly be fair. “Can—fuck—can you, um, s-suck? Harder?”
“Yeah, yeah, give me a second,” he said, pulling out both fingers to the second joint. “Do you want two or three?”
“Uh, probably th-three,” she answered before biting her lip, remembering the size of him.
Nodding, he licked her clit gently as he worked her slowly with his two fingers, sucking every so often, harder the way she’d requested, and then began to work in a third.
Heat was slowly coiling in her belly, just above where he touched her, and she found her head falling back while a moan escaped her. “Oh, fuck!” His fingers were much bigger than her own, and him sucking on her clit was gradually pulling her toward the edge.
Not yet. Nate returned to licking her gently, finally getting his third finger in. “Tell me if it hurts,” he said, kissing her thigh. “You’re really small and cute and I don’t wanna accidentally hurt you.”
It was just… gone. The heat uncoiled, but not how she wanted it to and certainly not in the good way, and Parker fell flat on her back, her spine arching and thighs squeezing around his head as she whined. “No, no, no, no, nononononononono! Damnit, why’d you stop!?”
“Um, I was… trying to make sure you were fine. Is something wrong?” he asked.
“I was so close,” she whimpered, palms running down her face.
“Oh, sorry!” Nate wrapped his lips around her clit and started to stroke with his fingers, sucking gently again, and then every so often a little harder.
With the accidental edging, it didn’t take long for her to climb back up to her peak, gasping and tightly closing her eyes while she groped her breasts. Her hips rolled into his face as she tightened around his fingers, and, fuck, she was right there again, so close to coming. Just a little more—
Nate pulled away seconds before she came. “You ok? Was that good for you? Did you cum?”
It took everything Parker had in her to neither kill the man between her legs nor somehow manage to throw him on his back and ride his face. Panting, she stared up at the metal roof of the truck’s trailer, her cheeks red with anger and confusion and so many other emotions that she couldn’t describe at the moment.
“No,” she finally replied after a few moments. “I didn’t cum.”
“Oh, sorry,” he muttered. “Um, ok, well, if I roll you over now, is that ok?”
There was a heavy sigh. “Why? What are you wanting to do?”
His brow furrowed. “…well it’d be easier if I fucked you from behind, then we’re both facing the door.”
“Yeah. Just get on with it,” she mumbled. Any interest she’d had in fucking the guy was already long gone, but she wasn’t about to back out now.
“Thanks Parker,” Nate said, gently moving her onto her belly before pulling her up onto her knees. He slid a hand up her belly to cup her breast, the other wrapping around his cock. Stroking the tip against her clit, he started to slide it along her folds, teasing her with it. “Whoops, give me a second,” he chuckled, sounding embarrassed as he used the head to work her up before he finally slid in slowly.
It was almost like he was teasing her, but… that couldn’t be right, could it? He was clearly too damn inexperienced to do all that; he was just clumsy. Still, it had her body jolting as she gasped, glancing back at him over her shoulder just before he was slowly sliding in, filling her.
Fuck.
Parker grabbed onto a raised part of the trailer’s base with one hand, her other curling into a fist, nails digging into her palm while she tensed beneath him. “Oh, god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohfuck.”
“That ok, Parker?” he breathed. The fake concern slipped for a second as he slid in to the hilt and his hand grabbed her ass, nails digging in. Fuck, she was tight, and so fucking small. The hand on her breast teased and stroked at the nipple before pulling her t-shirt up again to make sure her tits were swinging free. He had to get that on camera, and he slowly thrust back and forth.
“Fuuuuck,” she whined, nodding. “It’s—mmmnn—it’s fine. Yeah. You’re just, um… fuck, you’re just a bit big.” Her upper half leaned down into the trailer base, leaving her ass stuck in the air for him, back bowed as he was thrusting. It wasn’t taking long to adjust to him, mostly because he’d fingered her, but also because she was so damn wet that he was having no issue sliding in and out.
“Ok, that’s good.” He stroked over her ass. “M-man, your butt is, your butt is super nice, Parker.” Rubbing gently, he squeezed, and then patted it as he sped up a little. “I- I kinda wanna, mmm, spank it.”
Spank it? Fuck. She was nodding almost too eagerly. “Please. Please, Nate,” Parker panted, glancing back at him as she started rocking back into his thrusts.
Fuck, he’d barely edged her and she was already begging? Nate had clapped his hand against her right cheek before he could stop himself. “Sorry, sorry,” he babbled, quickly thrusting his fingers between her thighs to rub against her clit. “It- oh- just- it felt nice, felt- felt good, Jesus, Parker, you’re so cute!”
The swat to her ass had her moaning, the sharp sting radiating through her body as blood rushed to the surface where he’d struck, and she was immediately pushing herself back into his thrusts even harder. A quiet whine escaped her, however, when her attempt to spread her legs a bit more failed since her jeans were still around her ankles. “Again. Please.”
He rubbed her clit harder, and exhaled heavily when she begged again. “Ok,” he breathed. “Ok.” And crack, his hand smacked against her ass.
That same heat started coiling between her legs like before, and Parker was keening, tightening around him, especially when she was spanked again. “God, fuck!” the vaultie yelped, her back briefly arching as she grew closer to the edge. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“Not gonna stop,” he promised, fingers moving faster against the nub. And it was true. He wanted to feel her cum around him after all the teasing he’d done. After this, he wanted to see what she looked like with her mouth around his cock, and at this point he doubted she would let him do that if she was unsatisfied. Bending over her a little, he squeezed gently over where he’d spanked. “Again?”
“Yes, yes, yes, again. Please,” she begged, nodding frantically. She was right there, only a little more.
He pulled back and clapped his hand against her cheek once more. “God, you’re so cute,” he groaned. He held off on what else he wanted to say. That would happen later.
‘Cute’ wasn’t… the ideal way she liked to be described when getting fucked, but it didn’t matter, because as soon as his palm connected with her ass, she came—and she came hard. Keening loudly, Parker’s body tensed as her walls pulsed around his cock, and she dragged her nails along the metal trailer beneath her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don’t stop! I’m—fuck!”
Nate didn’t stop; he kept up the same pace with his thrusts, though he let out a loud growl when that softness clamped down around him, milking his cock. “Jesusfuckhnggg Parker,” escaped his mouth, and it wasn’t entirely acted. Shit, she felt as good as he’d thought. “Fuck, baby, that’s- that’s good!”
Every thrust he made had his cock rubbing against her sweet spot, leaving her trembling beneath him even after her orgasm died down. It made no sense—he couldn’t eat pussy, but he could fuck? Well, maybe it did make sense. She didn’t fucking know.
Pushing up onto her hands—albeit shakily—Parker pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the side. The damned thing was just bundled on her chest, anyway, so what was the point?
“Damn,” Nate panted, “do I even need to ask if you came this time?” There was a hint of a tease there, and he ran a palm up and down her back, still gently rubbing her clit as he grabbed her breast again. “Do you wanna switch positions?”
A quiet laugh escaped her. “Uh, yeah, I came,” Parker sheepishly admitted. “Sure, we can switch. I’m gonna, um…” she glanced down between her legs at her jeans, “Take these off. They’re kinda in the way.”
He blinked owlishly. “But what if someone comes in?”
“Fuck, you’re right, I shouldn’t,” she replied. Had she really been so caught up in the moment that she’d just wanted everything off without even thinking about why she’d left it all on in the first place?
“Well, I could always be the one who keeps an eye out,” Nate suggested. “You know. Protect you from any raiders that try coming after us. But only if you’re comfortable with it.”
“Oh.” The vaultie bit her bottom lip in thought. It wouldn’t take too long to get dressed again now that she had no panties and her bra was ripped, and he seemed more than capable of fighting based on what she saw earlier. “Okay. That—that works for me,” Parker agreed with a nod.
Nate slowly pulled out, groaning as he slipped free of her. Not where he wanted to be right now, but he sat back to let her get undressed, one hand idly stroking his cock to give it some attention. His eyes roamed her body, seeking out places he wanted to leave bite marks and bruises later on.
Rolling over, she made quick work of her boots, unlacing and tugging them off, then tossing them and her socks over with her shirt, followed by her jeans. Her knees were already a bit red, but she paid them no mind as her eyes lifted to where he was sitting back watching her, his hand on his cock, slowly stroking. Fuck. “How do you, um, want… me?” she quietly questioned.
“What’s easiest for you?” Nate asked her, knowing full well that his answer would be on your knees sucking my cock.
“Anything works for me,” Parker answered with a slight shrug, her gaze still stuck on his hand.
“Well, I’m kinda hard,” Nate said, “and um, well, maybe if I fuck you again and then you blow me? Means I won’t cum in you and accidentally knock you up. What do you think?”
God, the thought of fitting him in her mouth…
Parker quickly nodded. “Yeah, okay. However—however you wanna, um… however you wanna do it, I’m down.” Why the hell was she so damn nervous!? Oh, wait—raiders.
“You wanna ride me or I go on top?” he asked. “I’m ok with what you want.”
The fact he kept asking her what she wanted was driving her mad. Her on top or him? Fuck if she cared, she just wanted his cock in her. But she found herself staring at him, her face indecisive. “Um. Can you just… choose, instead? Please?”
Fuck, his cock throbbed at that, and he didn’t even care if she saw. Nate laid down on his back, patting his lap. “It’ll be easier if you ride me, then you can get off and blow me once you’re done again.”
Swallowing hard, she nodded, then shifted around so she was crawling toward him and over his body. Rather than putting his cock in right away, though, she lowered herself over his groin, her folds pressing down on the length of him, and she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, grinding on him.
Nate resisted the urge to grab her hips and drag her down onto his cock. “Jesus, Parker,” he moaned, rolling against her. “C’mon, girl. I wanna make you cum again.”
“You,” she gasped when her clit rubbed against the underside of the head of his cock, eyes closing, “Edged me earlier, even if it was—mmmnn—unintentional. Let me—let me have my fun.”
“I don’t wanna let you have your fun, I wanna fuck you,” he groaned, one hand going to her hip, the other grabbing her breast. “You’ll have more fun cumming around me and we both know it, so- nnnn- I’m sorry for edging you and come sit on my cock like a good girl.”
‘Good girl’? Parker’s eyes snapped open so she could peer down at him, lips slightly parted. “A… what?” she whispered.
“Parkerrrrrrrr,” he groaned. “C’mon, I just wanna fuck you. I’ll just jack off if you won’t let me.”
Crinkling her nose, she huffed before finally conceding, kneeling up and taking ahold of his cock. After stroking him a couple times, the vault dweller slowly lowered herself down onto him, working him into her with a quiet moan.
Nate grabbed her hips, bucking up into her the moment she was fully seated on him. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “That’s better,” he breathed, thrusting gently. “Isn’t that better? When you quit fuckin’ playing like that?”
Something changed in him, like he was more aggressive. Not that it was bad, or anything, but it was just… sudden. And she found herself quickly nodding her head, agreeing with whatever he was saying.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“God you’re cute,” he groaned, one hand sliding down to her ass, the side he hadn’t spanked, and squeezing gently. “C’mon, girl. Ride me.”
Obeying, Parker was immediately grinding on him, her hips quickly rolling back and forth. “Fuck,” she breathed, one hand grasping her breast while the other planted flat on his stomach to balance herself better.
"That's it," he panted, helping her along. "Look so fuckin' good up there. God, girl, so glad you stumbled in with me. This is so much better than waiting out there alone."
Despite how her clit was rubbing against his groin, it just wasn’t enough; she still wanted more. With a frustrated noise, Parker shifted from her knees to her feet without actually getting up, then leaned back to place her palms on his thighs, giving him a much better view. She rolled her hips a few times before lifting herself up, only to immediately drop back down, the entire length of his cock disappearing into her and roughly rubbing against her walls, leaving her moaning with her head tipped back.
Jesus, he could get used to this view. He clapped his hand against her unmarked cheek as his other slid down to rub at her clit. "Fuck, that's a good girl."
The praise was rolling around in her head, almost making her dizzy, and all she knew was she wanted to hear it again. Whomever the fuck this guy was didn’t matter anymore when the words ‘good girl’ sounded so damn fulfilling coming from his mouth; she needed more. “Yes, yes, yes. I’m a good girl,” she breathed, eagerly nodding while her hips moved up and down.
Fuck, that familiar heat was coming back again, and she knew she was getting close, especially with how he was rubbing against her sweet spot and her clit.
Nate fucked up into her, harder than before, his eyes on her tits. God, maybe he could persuade her to stick around a little longer? He could get used to this…
"You my good girl?" he tried.
Good girl. Good girl. Good girl.
“God, fuck, yes!” Parker keened, head tipping back once more. “I’m—I’m your—your—“ Her back arched just as she tipped over the edge, walls clamping down around him while she nearly screamed his name and dug her nails into his thighs.
Nate felt that quaking around him and smirked, breathless. "That's my good girl," he breathed. "C'mon, take it like you need it. I'm gonna- god- fuck- your mouth after this."
“I-I need it,” the vaultie agreed, her eyes cracking open to look down at him, “Harder.”
Absolutely. Nate grinned, though he could feel himself getting closer to the edge. "One more, then you get me off, got it?"
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
His palm cracked against her ass again. "Ride." With that he started thrusting again. Tempting as it would be to cum in her, he didn't have any interest in accidentally knocking her up.
Yelping, Parker immediately obeyed, though rather than leaning back like she had been, she sat up straight, allowing her body to bounce atop his, their hips loudly clapping together each time their bodies met. “Ohgodfuckfuck!”
Nate grabbed at her breasts, panting loudly. She came easy, this one. Licking his lips, he dropped a hand back to her clit. "You, mm, like me bein' in charge, babygirl?"
If she were in her right mind, she probably would have thought about what the repercussions to her answer might have been if the raiders heard her. But she wasn’t in her right mind, and she couldn’t care less. “Yeah,” Parker told him, nodding. “I-I like being—mmmmnn—I like being manhandled and—fuck—and contro-controlled. Please.”
"Yeah you do," he panted. "Fuck, baby, can you hear yourself? You're fucking soaked. This- mmm- this what you like? Getting fucked by a- god- stranger beneath a fuckin' raider camp?"
He wasn’t wrong. From how wet she was, it sounded like they’d just stepped out of a damn pool and started fucking; her slick and cum were everywhere, and the sound alone was enough to bring her close to the edge. Paired with his words, though, and she was skyrocketing. “Yes,” Parker breathed, her eyes rolling up and closing. “Yes, I—oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
"Good girl," he purred, and spanked, both cheeks this time.
She was sent over the edge with a yelp, body falling forward to where she ended up leaning over him with her palms on his chest and nails digging into his shirt as she pulsed around his cock. “Fuck!”
Stroking his hands over her, Nate helped her come down from her peak, purring low in his chest. His hips slowed. "Gonna suck my cock now, babygirl?"
“Please,” Parker panted with a nod, her hips lifting just enough so his dick slipped out of her and fell against his stomach. “I want to.”
"Then either do it or kneel up so I can fuck your mouth," he suggested.
That tone. It was familiar and firm and had her eyes focusing on him. “I-I want to please you. Whatever you, um,” she lowered onto her knees, still straddling him, “Whatever you want. Sir.”
"Suck my cock," Nate ordered. "I'm gonna lie here and watch you."
“Yes, Sir,” Parker murmured, her cheeks tinting a deeper shade of red. She scooted backward to where she was straddling his knees rather than his hips, one hand wrapping around his shaft—fuck, he was so thick—and making a couple strokes. After coming around him three times, especially the last time, she could see some of her cum on his cock, and the sight made her pulse.
With a quick glance up at him, the vaultie leaned down and dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside of his cock before taking the head into her mouth and lightly sucking, teasing.
Nate wasn't going to last long, and he reached out, grasping her hair. "Good girl," he breathed, bucking up a little. "That's it. Didn't- mmm- I make up for the edges? Make me cum."
The edges? But he’d—
“Mm.” Her eyes fluttered closed as she focused on what she was doing with one hand wrapped around his cock and the other on his bare hip, grasping. She stroked him as her head started bobbing, slowly taking in more each time she went further down, and her tongue worked along the underside, as well.
Nate could already feel himself twitching as he watched his cock disappear deeper into her mouth. "Fuck, yeah," he breathed, his nails scraping over her scalp. "F-fuck, faster, babygirl."
Obeying, Parker worked him faster, stroking his shaft and bobbing her head much quicker than before. At the same time, she sucked harder, cheeks caving. She opened her eyes again, looking up at him just as her nails dragged down his hip and thigh before that hand joined the one wrapped around his cock, fingers lacing and both stroking together.
Fuck, Nate thrust his hips upwards into her mouth as the heat coiled at the base of his spine. "Little girl, fuck, your- mmmm- mouth- fuckin' perfect!" He was close. Inspiration struck. "Open your mouth. Move your hand. I'm gonna cover you."
He was—oh. With wide eyes, Parker immediately let go and pulled away just enough that he slipped free from her mouth, staring up at him. “But we don’t have any way to—to wash it… off,” she breathed.
"Got some purified water," he assured her. It was true.
It didn’t take any more convincing than that before she was eagerly nodding her head. “Okay. Please, Nate.”
"Stroke me, Parker," he ordered softly. "Get me off, there's a good girl."
Both hands were back around him, firmly gripping and quickly stroking as he’d ordered. She kept eye contact, and after a second, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
There it was. Nate hit his peak with a low growl, cock spurting cum that painted her face and jaw. Sadly her tits weren't in range, but this was good enough. "There you go, girl," he panted, sagging against the floor of the trailer. "Lick it clean."
God, she felt hot. Even just being covered in cum had her pulsing and dying to keep pleasing him. Hell, before he’d even finished the first word, she was already slipping his cock back into her mouth, slowly dragging her tongue all around it to clean up any bit of cum that hadn’t made it on her face.
"God, fuck, I think I wanna keep you," Nate breathed. "You want that?"
His cock was set free from her mouth with a pop, and she let it fall against his stomach, only to place slow kisses up the length. “Keep me?”
He grinned. "Teasing. Let's get you cleaned up, huh?"
“Mm. Yes, Sir,” Parker mumbled, flicking the tip of her tongue against the head of his softening cock before finally pulling away and sitting up on her knees. “Where do you have the water at?”
Nate reached up and unlocked the shutter, pushing it up and pointing to his bag. "Over there," he said, starting to tuck himself away.
Her face paled, arms covering her chest while her legs tried to hide what was between them. “Oh. Well, I’m not… going out there. I don’t have any clothes on. Can you get it?”
He nodded, zipping up his jeans. "You wait here," he said, and climbed out of the trailer, making his way over to his bag. Pulling out two cans of water, he patted his pocket to check that the cuffs were in there, and then stood, walking back. "Here you go," he said, holding the cans out to her.
The vaultie took the water, giving him a grateful smile. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” After setting one can down, she popped the other open, then started cleaning off her face. It was a bit difficult with no cloth—she wasn’t about to use her clothes—but it’d work.
He watched her wipe her face clean, and waited for her to turn her back to him.
All his cum was eventually cleaned off, thankfully, and she sighed with relief, closing the can and turning away to set it down. “Okay, I think that’s good,” she mumbled.
Nate pounced, grabbing her wrists and yanking them behind her back where he held them in one hand. Fishing the cuffs out of his pocket, he slapped them both on her wrists and pushed her gently, letting her fall forward into the trailer.
It was all so quick that Parker had no idea what was happening until her hands were behind her back. “Wh-what are you doing!?” she shrieked, trying to turn around, though it was no use. At first, she thought maybe it was someone else—but, no, it was definitely Nate.
And then there was the clickclickclick of cuffs binding her wrists together; her stomach churned. “No, no, no! Fuck, no! What are you doing!? Fuck yo-OOO-oou!” The rude ass just pushed her. Onto the ground. Well, onto the trailer floor, but still.
"Ohhhh man! Fuck, the Overboss just got another one, folks! Damn, that was quite a fuckin' ride, huh?"
Nate winked at her, clambering into the trailer. "Gonna let me dress you, pretty girl, or do you want me to drag your ass to my place with it bare and red?"
“You…” Confusion was plastered on her face as she stared at him, then looked around the inside of the trailer. “You tricked me!? You’re—who are you!?” she hissed. “No, actually, I don’t even care who you are. Fuck you, asshole!”
"Naked it is," he decided, and grabbed her around the hips, pulling her out of the trailer with him and slinging her over his shoulder.
Panic shot through her; she started thrashing and kicking her legs, doing anything she could to hit him if it meant she might be set free. “No, no, no! Put me down! Where are you taking me!? I demand to know!”
"You really did wander that red ass in here without knowing where the fuck you're going, huh?" Nate commented. "You didn't hear our pal RedEye on the intercom?"
The worst of what might happen was starting to fill her head. She’d mostly blocked out what the guy on the intercom had taunted her with, but now she was realizing she probably should have listened after that first room. “What are you—what are you going to do with me?” she breathed.
"Depends on who you think I am, girl," Nate replied, "and if you beg me nicely to put your clothes on."
This was humiliating. Not just because she’d gone and fucked this guy after getting tricked by him, but because he was now demanding she beg him just to get dressed.
“Please,” Parker whispered, the word barely audible.
"Please who, babygirl?" Nate asked.
How was she supposed to know who he was? He’d told her his name was Nate, she’d called him ‘Sir,’ but she had a feeling neither of those were what he was looking for—
Wait. The intercom guy…
“Please… Overboss,” Parker whispered.
"Oh, good girl," Nate purred. "Of course if you fight me I'm gonna throw all your shit into that fire over there. Got it?"
She pulsed at the praise. Fuck. And she pulsed again at the threat. Even more fuck. “Yes, Sir. I understand,” she answered through gritted teeth, glaring over at the flaming barrel as if that might make it disappear.
"There we go," he murmured, and set her back down on the edge of the trailer. Then he ripped the front of her bra, tearing the straps clean off her, and dropped the ruined piece of fabric to the ground.
Don’t fight. Just don’t fight him. It’ll be fine if you don’t—
The bad thing about Parker was that she often acted without thinking, or at least acted without thinking things through. So, when Nate ripped her bra off and just tossed it onto the ground, her jaw dropped, and rage burned in her face. Rolling backwards since she was on the edge of the trailer, she curled her legs up into her body and then kicked at his chest with both of them.
Nate grabbed her heels before she could reach him, and his eyes met hers. "You wanna be naked in front of 500 raiders? You be my guest."
Oh. The… extent of that hadn’t dawned on her. Swallowing hard, Parker tipped her chin up a little. “Why did you rip my bra off, then?”
Nate ignored her and started pulling her jeans and t-shirt over, climbing down from the trailer.
“Are you going to answer me!?” she growled.
Gazing over at her, he held up the shirt, then began to hold it over the fire.
Her eyes widened. 500 raiders was… a lot. “Wait, wait, wait! I’m sorry, okay!? Just… please don’t make me be naked in front of all those people. I’ll—I’ll do whatever you want.”
Nate smirked. "I know." He yanked the shirt back. It was a little warm and sooty, but otherwise unharmed, and he pulled it down over her head. "But if you kick me again, I'm burning it all."
“Okay. I-I won’t. I promise,” she murmured.
He held up the jeans, and began to work them up her legs, until he reached her ass. Kneeling over her, he placed a hand on the small of her back and lifted her so he could get the denim over her red backside, then pulled them up to her waist and dragged her shoes and socks over, tucking the socks into the sneakers. "Ready?" he asked.
God, this sucked. It was one thing to fuck the guy, another thing to have him dress her, and something else entirely to get tricked by him and taken hostage. This was not what she’d signed up for when following the radio frequency.
“Yeah,” Parker mumbled. “Ready.”
Smirking, Nate hauled her over his shoulder, picked up their things, and started heading towards the employee doors he had sneaked in from, kicking it open. Heading up the stairs, he made for the arena, and when he reached it, pushing the door open, the room erupted into wolf whistles and clapping.
"Here's our lady of the hour!" RedEye crowed, as Nate strode through.
Her face was on fire. “They… saw everything, didn’t they?” she whispered to him, her head lifted enough so that she could look around.
"And all the angles I didn't get to see," Nate agreed, reaching the opposite door and pushing it open. Sunlight streamed through and he stepped out, walking towards the artificial mountain at the back.
“Fuck,” Parker breathed, her head dropping.
"Don't worry about it, girl, they won't touch you so long as you're with me," he assured her. “So you better not stray."