Decaying Away

Her smirk sends you into overdrive. You are frozen in place, letting out a soft, awkward laugh.

"Um, hopefully only good things?" You try to smile. Barb only places a hand on your shoulder, "Of course, dear. Only good things."

That sparks your interest in the both of them. What was Cooper saying? How did Barb feel about it?

She never seems upset when she sees Cooper brush your hand, keeping his on yours for longer than you think he should.

In fact, she seems... Okay with it.

Eventually, Barb even shares glances and soft touches with you.

You are sure you're going to bust. At any minute, you are going to explode. It's just a matter of time.

You end up at their house for a party, and you're in their kitchen, alone. Stress eating.

Barb confronts you first. She approaches you with a glint in her eyes. "I have a proposition," she is standing only a few feet from you.

You look up from your snack with wide eyes, "Sorry, I was hungry- And stressed- I'll stop eating all your food-"

Barb laughs, "No, dear, it's not about the food. And," She places a hand on yours, "I think I can help you with that stress. If you're comfortable?"

You are sure your eyes are about to pop out of your head. "Your husband-"

"He's in the room," She whispers. "You can say no," She reassures you, "but we see the way you look at us."

You are stunned.

You do end up in the room with them.

You end up between Barb's legs. Her moans filling the room.

Cooper sits across from the both of you, palming himself through his pants.

After making Barb cum twice, Cooper pulls her over to him, letting you calm down.

You watch Barb give Cooper head. "Wish this was you, don't you?" His eyes hit yours. You whine.

He cums on Barb's chest.

"I wanna make you feel good," Cooper says from the bed.

That ends with you lying face down, ass up on their bed, Cooper slowly thrusting in and out of you.

Barb encourages you, telling you how good you're being for them. She is a smooth talker, her praises working wonders on you.

The two of them make you cum three times.

That becomes a common occurrence for the three of you.

It's hard for to keep your hands to yourself. Especially when you get 'punished' for acting out.

The three of you fuck around until the bombs drop. Then shit gets messy...

You are sneaking through a mall when it catches your attention. Lace and shiny silk. The horrible lighting of the mall does not help at all, but it’s still alluring. You pause to stare at the articles of clothing.

The one you want is red, a sultry red. Some dust spots, but still very beautiful. You snatch it up from the broken display and shake it out. You can’t help but wonder where it came from. It doesn’t look worn, just dirty from the world around it.

You hold it up and notice it’s a pair of lace underwear. Your smile widens. You look back down and find the bra just a few feet away. You bend down to pick it up and hear a gun click behind you. You freeze.

“What are you doing in my store?”

You groan. “Um,” Your hands, still holding the underwear, go up, “just looking around.”

“Thief!” The woman behind you shouts. You slowly turn and shake your head. “Yes, you’re trying to take my product!”

“Ma’am,” You think being polite will help. “I was unaware this was your shop! These clothes… they were laid out. Look,” You stare back at the bra on the ground. “I will pay you however many caps you want. I need this set…”

Her brow cocks. She drops her gun slightly. “Okay. One hundred caps.”

You purse your lips. “Fifty.”

“Seventy-five.” She deadpans. “Take that or bullet in your fucking head.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.” You huff and grab your pouch of caps. “Take this.” You throw the bag at her. “You obviously need it more than me.” You mumble under your breath. She doesn’t question what you said. You grab the bra from the floor, stuffing that and the underwear into your bag, and turn back to the woman.

“Whoa!” She’s looking at the caps in what used to be your pouch, “I hope whoever you’re wearing that for fucks you nasty tonight. With this much, feel free to grab that green silk pair as well.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head. “Thanks?” Your face contorts, but you don’t question her. You grab the other pair.

“No, thank you!” She closes the pouch. “Now, get the fuck out of here.”

You do not hesitate to listen. You rush out of the mall and back towards your place. You only hope your boyfriend has not made it back to your home yet. One, because you need to surprise him with your new clothes, and two, because you did not want him to be anxious about you not being home.

You reach the settlement and someone, one of your neighbors, walks up to you. “Uh, hey,” his face drops, his eyes move towards the left of him, and his hand motions the same way. You follow his hand and see he’s pointing to your house. “Who the fuck is that man on your porch?”

Your eyes focus and you notice someone on your porch, facing the door. His forehead is against it, his arms are by his sides. Your palm hits your forehead, and you sigh.

“He says he knows you… But won’t elaborate.”

“Yeah,” You nod. “I know him. That’s my boyfriend. I’m gonna go check on him.” You smile at your thoughtful neighbor and walk past him. “Thaddeus?” You know it’s him, but it comes out as a question. He turns around, lighting up. His forehead is red from leaning on your door. “Baby, what are you doing?”

He freezes in his tracks when you say ‘baby’. His brain seems to short circuit. His eyes widen and he smiles. A goofy smile.

“Did you just-” Thaddeus blinks a couple times. “You called me baby.”

“Well,” You walk up the steps and reach Thaddeus, “you are my boyfriend, so that seems-” Thaddeus’ color drains from his face. It’s your turn to freeze. “You are my boyfriend, aren’t you?”

He can read your panic. “I am! I’m your boyfriend!” He grabs your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. “I’m your boyfriend…” He seems to be reassuring himself. He pulls away and you give him a look of confusion.

“Um, Thaddeus, you alright, bud?” You cock a brow at him.

“Can you call me baby again?” He gives you a soft smile.

“Sweetheart,” You grab his shoulder, and your expression softens, “let’s go inside.” Thaddeus nods. You walk past him and open the door of your house. “I was out, uh, looking at some stuff.” You place your bag down and turn to Thaddeus. He nods, wanting you to continue. “I bought some… I bought a few pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?”

You watch Thaddeus shift awkwardly. “Lingerie?” He seems flabbergasted. You nod at him. “You want to model it for me? Like, put it on and show me- show me what it looks like on you?”

You let out a soft laugh. “Yes, silly.”

Thaddeus nods violently. “Okay! You wanna do it now?”

You nod and turn, walking towards your room. You wave for him to follow you and he does, happily. You motion towards your bed, “Sit down, please!” As soon as he does you walk back out of your room, “I’ll be right back. Close your eyes!”

You peek over your shoulder and see if he’s following orders. He is. He always is. You grab your bag and carry it to the bathroom with you. You strip down and grab out the red lace pair first. You put them on and stare at yourself in the mirror. You suck in air and smile.

“You coming out soon?” Thaddeus sounds excited and impatient.

You open the bathroom door and walk towards your room. You lean against the door frame and clear your throat. “You can open your eyes.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Not in the slightest. His eyes hit you, they’re going up and down your body. He doesn’t know where to settle. His hands rub up and down his thighs and he swallows hard. You bite the inside of your lip and raise your brows at him. “Do you like it?”

Thaddeus nods, unsure of what to say. “Can I-” He stops. “I want to touch you.”

“Oh,” You stand up straight and saunter towards Thaddeus. His legs spread slightly, and he gently pats his thigh. You sit down, straddling his thigh and you wrap your arms around his neck. “Y’know what’d be really hot?” You raise a brow at him. He hums, the only sound he can form as he stares at your chest. “Me getting off on your thigh.”

His eyes cut up from your breasts to your face. “Oh?” He is thinking about it. “That would be really hot.” You nod slowly in agreement, your heels planting on the wood floor. You grab a hold of Thaddeus’ shoulders to steady yourself and your boyfriend watches you. You begin to grind on his thigh, slow and steady.

Thaddeus’ hands move to your hips, and he holds you. His eyes watch you closely; how your tits bounce, how focused you look. You are absolutely divine, before him like a feast. And you are all his. You lean forward and begin to kiss him. Thaddeus doesn’t hesitate to kiss back. His hands grip your hips tighter as you roll into his thigh, and you moan.

Thaddeus’ tongue darts into your mouth. You continue to rock on his thigh as Thaddeus’ tongue explores your mouth. You let out a low whine and your nails dig into his shirt, scratching at his back. Thaddeus’ mouth moves from yours and to your jaw. He places sloppy kisses down your throat.

“Thaddeus-” You mewl. “Baby,” that catches his attention. He pulls away and looks at you. Your head is rolled back and your eyes are shut. “Help me out here. I’m so close!”

He pauses. His hands bare down on your hips as you grind into his thigh. Thaddeus raises his heel, resting on his tiptoes before bringing his foot back down. You let out a strangled noise and lean into him, your chest against his. “Again! Please, do that again!”

Thaddeus is obedient, and he does as he’s told. The friction from the fabric and his thigh has you slowly unraveling. A heat is building up and your body grows tense. You push yourself up on your tiptoes, getting a better angle on his thigh and place your forehead against Thaddeus’ shoulder. You let out a soft, pleasure filled cry.

“Thaddeus!” You moan into his shoulder. “Fuck!” Your grinding picks up the pace. Your orgasm hits hard and you are tense against Thaddeus. You’re groaning and moaning against him, your movements coming to a halt. You say the first thing that comes to mind as you come down from that euphoric high. “I love you.” You whisper into his neck as you place a kiss against it.

Thaddeus tenses up. “What did you say?”

You smile against his neck, “I love you.” You say it with more confidence.

“You do?” Thaddeus seems to short circuit again. You laugh and pull away from him looking in his eyes. You nod at him. He gives you a smile. “I love you too!”

You place your forehead to his and bite the inside of your lip. “Y’know, I spent an awful lot of caps on this lingerie, and I still have another pair to show you-”

“How much did you spend?” Thaddeus’ brows knit together.

Your face drops. “Uh, enough for the vendor to tell me she hopes whoever I’m wearing it for fucks me nasty…”

Thaddeus swallows hard. “I can do that- Give you your caps worth.” He shifts, obviously hard. He palms his pants and you smirk at him.

“There’s no doubt in my mind. Do you want me to show you the other pair? Or-”

You do not get to finish. Thaddeus shakes his head ‘no’. “You can show me later, I’m about to lose my fucking mind. I need you.” You laugh, and as soon as you give the ‘okay’ Thaddeus is on you. You’re flipped onto the bed and he’s above you. “I wanna show you how much I love you.”

You are trying to stifle your moans as Thaddeus kisses your neck. He lies on top of you, one of his hands in your pants, the other one holding him above you ever so slightly.  It’s comfortable, the amount of weight lying on you. It’s comforting.

“I’m scared,” You had said. Lying out in the middle of the wasteland wasn’t for the weak or faint of heart.

“How can I help?” Thaddeus was quick to ask you.

You paused, “Well, I used to have this thick blanket I used to lay under…” Your words were drawn out. Thaddeus didn’t get it. Not immediately. “Can you lay on top of me?” It was innocent. At first.

Now, you can’t keep your hands off of him. Thaddeus’ whole body is on fire, keeping you warm. His cheeks are ablaze, and he is certain you can feel his heart pounding into his chest. You’re lying on his jacket now, in hopes of keeping dirt from entering any places you really don’t want it to be.

“Please,” He is begging against the shell of your ear.

“What?” You sound confused. You are confused.

“I need it,” He whimpers, his hips bucking into yours as his fingers pump in and out of you. “I need to feel you.” Thaddeus is a mess.

Your eyes widen as soon as you realize what he means. “Here?” You cock a brow at him, your stomach turning as he accidentally brushes over your clit. You let out a soft moan and your eyes shut. When you open them back up, Thaddeus is staring at you. His big blue eyes pleading. You swallow hard.

“Just the tip,” He assures you.

You nod. The both of you struggle briefly, fumbling out of your clothes. You lay on his jacket and look up at him when the both of you are (mostly) naked. Your pants and underwear are gone, and so are his. Both of you still wear your shirts. Thaddeus’ hand wanders up your shirt, you ask if he wants you to remove it.

“You don’t have to.” He whispers, “Can I touch you, though?”

“Of course,” You smile. His hand reaches one of your breasts and he squeezes it. Your nipple rolling between his fingers. You bite back a moan. “I need you too.” You finally admit. “Want to feel you inside-”

Thaddeus seems to lose it when you say that. His hand grabs at your hip, and he angles himself at your entrance. “Can I?” He asks. He begs. You cannot tell him and his cute little face no. You nod, giving an enthusiastic ‘yes’. Thaddeus groans at how you say that. His hips buck forward slightly, and you gasp as he enters you.

The squire wants nothing more than to stay true to his word. Just the tip. But you are heavenly. You are divine. He wants- He needs more. And so do you.

“Thaddeus,” You whine, “I need you.”

“Need me to what?” It’s his turn to be confused.

“Fuck me! I need you to fuck me, please.”

That’s all it takes. Thaddeus’ cock is deep inside of you as soon as the words leave your mouth. You cover your mouth to muffle a moan. Thaddeus does not care to muffle his. He is moaning and whimpering against your neck, his hips thrusting into you.

“I wanna hear you,” He whines. “Wanna know you feel good.” His teeth hit your skin and you uncover your mouth, letting out a high pitched mewl.

Thaddeus isn’t going to last long, you can feel it. He has no experience, you don’t expect him to really outlast you. As you expect, Thaddeus’ thrusts grow sloppier than before, he’s trying his best.

“I’m close-” He’s sounds like he’s going to cry. “Inside?” He asks.

You have about five seconds to decipher the question. You think about the mess pulling out is going to cause. So, you stupidly decide. “Inside!” You try to keep your voice down,but you’re sure your companions can hear you.

Thaddeus thrusts a couple more times and cums inside of you. He lets out a loud moan, your name rolling off of his tongue. He sits there a minute, lying on top of you, before it clicks.

“You didn’t- I don’t think you-” He’s struggling, he’s still inside of you.

“No, it’s okay-” You try to reassure him.

“No,” He shakes his head, “You need to cum too.” Thaddeus pushes himself up. His eyes hit yours. He looks determined. “Can I?” He asks again, his hand tracing down your stomach. You nod. His fingers dip into you and one of your hands drops down to your dripping cunt as well. You circle your clit and Thaddeus is watching you. Examining your movements. He removes his fingers from you briefly, swatting your hand away. You look at him with confusion. You find him staring down at your pussy, his thumb finding your clit now.

Your hips roll and you moan out for him to continue as his fingers pump in and out of you. “Just like that,” You reassure him again. “Keep- Keep going.” You bite the inside of your cheek.

Thaddeus is focused. His fingers are not steady, but he is trying. His determination is turning you on even more. A heat is building up and as his thumb hits your clit again, you let out a strangled whine. “Fuck,” You cry out. “I’m close! Thaddeus, please!”

He’s biting his tongue. He is honed in on you, only you. You come undone, cumming on his fingers. You are ruined, everything is ruined; especially his jacket.

He pulls his fingers from you and you reach for his hand. You guide his hand towards your mouth and palace his fingers on your tongue. You gently close your mouth and suck on his fingers. You taste his and your cum. You keep eye contact with him.

He blinks at you. “I think I’m hard again.” He whispers it.

“I can help you with that.” You smile. “If you want-”

“Please,” He is begging again. “Please, I wanna feel you again. I need to-”

Norm's hands grip your thighs, his mouth doing all the work. You're lying on his bed whining and covering your mouth. Your thighs tense and Norman's nimble hands gently keep your legs pulled apart.

"Norman-" You suck in air through your teeth, eyes screwed shut. "That feels- Ngh-" You're cut off by your own moan.

Norm, on his knees and in front of you, stops momentarily. You look down at him and find him staring at you. His chin slick. Your stomach flips. You're sure your eyes turn wild, because suddenly Norman seems apprehensive.

"Is this okay?" He asks, his head cocking to the side ever so slightly.

You cannot answer fast enough. "Yes!" You are nodding violently. "Please continue, I need it!"

Norman smiles at you and your heart jumps into your throat. "Ok," He doesn't hesitate to dive back in. His 'ok' sounded more enthusiastic than you had ever heard before, causing you to feel ever stronger about him.

Norman's tongue sloppily licks a stripe up your pussy, and his nose bumps your clit. Your head lulls back and one of your hands grips his hair. Your hips rock upwards as Norm moves back to breathe. You are chasing after him. He smiles, placing a soft kiss to your thigh. You begin to beg.

"Please, I'm close- So close!"

Norman can't leave you hanging. So, he obliges. He messily eats you out, continuing to do the things that seem to elicit a good reaction from you. Suddenly, a scorching heat is building inside of you. Your core burns and your toes are curling. You pull at his hair and Norman moans. You let out a loud, sharp cry. Norm's name falling from your lips, the only thing you can say.

Your legs tense around him and Norman doesn't slow down. He continues as you ride out your orgasm. Your hips bucking into his mouth and then rocking back.

Your legs release him, and Norman lies his head on your thigh, looking up at you until you open your eyes and look back at him.

"Was that okay?" Norman hums.

You let out a soft laugh, "That was... Amazing! I don't think- I don't think I wanna leave this room for a while..."

"I don't think they expect to," Norm shrugs. "Might as well enjoy each other's company until they actually need us."

"Sounds perfect," You inhale slowly, still coming down. "I could- Uh, I could return the favor now?" You sit up and bite your bottom lip. "I mean, you didn't stop 'til I came, and I'd hate to be the only one feeling good..."

Norman blinks at you, registering what you're saying. "You sure?" His hand traces your hip. "I think I could sit here all day if it means getting to taste you."

You face scrunches, "I mean if you insist," You laugh.

Norm is not a super enthusiastic individual, that is known. BUT! I feel like he can be enthusiastic when it comes to sex.

LOVES to cuddle up close to you. Usually that turns into him (or you) dry humping the other and whining.

Head game is strong.

Very enthusiastic about going down on you. Maybe he isn't too experienced at first, but he is very willing to learn when it comes to you.

Can and will sit between your legs for as long as you'd like. Usually, until you're a whining messing, begging for more than just his tongue.

While he is happy to have sex with you, most of the time it isn't a quickie or super quick/rough sex.

Likes for it to be drawn out. Especially in the beginning of your relationship. He wants to know you. Really know your body.

VERY attentive. Takes all the time he can to learn everything that gets you going and is mindful of the things you don't like.

Is going to love his partner regardless, but definitely does not mind at all if you are taller than him.

Would definitely use a height difference to his advantage.

I see him loving to be little spoon. While he doesn't mind holding you, he's stressed please hold him too.

I feel like my man has never received great head, so is sort of indifferent towards it. As soon as he learns how great it can feel though? BRO IS BEGGING. HE IS NOT ABOVE BEGGING.

Not huge on PDA but will hold your hand and give you sweet little kisses if you're just around the vault.

If you tease him, at all, anywhere but the bedroom he gets flustered and will tell you he is going to handle it (you) later.

This consists of going down on your until you're sensitive and a crying mess. Which in turn leaves you continually teasing Norm... Poor guy can't catch a break.