warnings: semi-public sex, fem!reader, preston calls reader babe
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Preston was a dedicated man. Every day he rose at the crack of dawn to keep watch over Sanctuary. You built several turrets, hoping you'd get a few extra moments together in the mornings. Alas, he rose anyway.
It was rare you were in Sanctuary together. Often, you were out adventuring with one of your other companions or Preston was busy running the Minutemen in your absence. You never understood why he insisted that you be general instead of him. He was as much of a leader as anyone.
The morning was quiet, and the sun hadn't yet breached the horizon. Preston had already left for his watch, and you walked through Sanctuary attempting to find him. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees of the once-pristine neighborhood. You'd woken up in a completely different world, one where danger lurked in every corner. Where your quaint neighborhood was now half-deteriorated with time.
The red glow of his laser musket provided the only indication he was at the edge of the treeline. He patrolled slowly, eyes scanning out over the small river that lined Sanctuary. You approached slowly.
He turned as you neared, sensing your presence. In the darkness, you could hardly make out the curve of his grin as you stood side by side.
"You didn't have to get up, y'know," he murmured, his gaze still focused out over the river.
You shrugged, "I missed you."
The chill in the early morning air nipped through your vault suit, and you huddled closer to Preston, seeking his warmth.
"You should go back inside. You're going to catch a cold."
You stepped closer to him and wrapped a hand around his bicep. He sighed as you laid your head against his shoulder. Your stubbornness knew no bounds.
"I was hoping to distract you for a few moments," you cooed as you trailed a delicate finger down his bicep.
He looked down at you; he knew that tone very well.
He kept his tone even, a smirk dancing across his lips. "That why you really came out to see me?"
"You know me so well," you grinned, pulling him toward a nearby tree.
Your brows raised slightly as Preston allowed you to lead him. Normally, he wouldn't be so easy to convince. He set his laser musket against the side of the tree, close enough that it was within arms reach.
You grabbed him by the lapels of his duster and tugged him closer, your lips ghosting over his.
"Think you can let the turrets keep watch for a sec?"
Preston's hands latched onto your hips, stroking the soft flesh through your vault suit.
"I think they can handle it."
He leaned in closing the distance between you in a tender kiss. Your lips moved in sync, and you cupped his face, bringing him closer. You pressed yourself against him, feeling the solid warmth of his chest against yours.
The bark of the tree dug into your back as Preston's hands wandered over your body, kneading and grabbing wherever he could. He leaned down and tapped the back of your thighs— your signal that he wanted to pick you up.
You obediently jumped and he caught you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He pulled away, panting. His breath fanned across your cheeks as you touched your forehead to his.
He pressed a kiss to your cheek and began trailing them down, down, down. His lips danced across your jawline, leaving featherlight kisses. He honed in on the spot that usually left you a writhing mess under him, sucking and biting to his heart's content. You slapped a hand over your mouth as he did so, attempting to stop your whiney moans from waking up the entire neighborhood.
Preston bucked his hips against your core, already painfully hard. You couldn't deny the effect he had on you either. You were probably already dripping through your vault suit.
"Let's go home," you panted, leaning your head back to give Preston more room.
He receded and straightened, allowing for his clothed length to press further against you.
"Can't leave m' post, General," he replied, a suggestive lilt in his voice.
Your imagination was beginning to roam wild as his response sunk in. Your cheeks flamed as you pictured Preston taking you against this tree, thick cock splitting you in half, one hand over your mouth keeping you quiet while the other one rubbed your clit or groped your breasts.
Preston laughed, a light sound that brought you out of your filthy daydream. It was almost as if he could tell immediately where your mind went.
He gripped your hips as he ground against you once again, a shaky breath tumbling past his lips. His eyes remained on yours as he rutted against you, the thick fabric of his pants providing the friction you desired.
You plucked the hat off of his head and placed it on your own as you jutted against each other. Preston groaned, his pace increasing as he watched you jerk against him, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
His hand drifted down to where your hips were joined, and he rubbed soothing circles against your clit. It was like he could read your mind, and you bucked your hips against him. You were close and clenching around nothing as he drove you near the edge.
Before you knew it, you were falling to pieces in the palm of his hand. You attempt to stifle your desperate pleas. Preston shudders against you, thrusting against your inner thigh.
You brought him into a slow, sensual kiss. He let you down, strong hands keeping you steady on shaky legs.
The first light of dawn had begun to paint the sky shades of pink and orange. The warm rays bathed the both of you in a gentle hue.
Your eyes wandered downward to the wet spot staining Preston's crotch. You bit back a grin, "It's a good thing your coat is long."
Preston rolled his eyes, "Very funny, babe."
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Kinktober 2023
Fanfiction*slaps the hood of the fic* this bad boy can fit so many kinks in it day 1 ⇒ pegging, nathan drake day 2 ⇒ choking, steven grant day 3 ⇒ quickie, harry potter day 4 ⇒ cock warming, charlie swan day 5 ⇒ nipple play, anthony bridgerton day 6 ⇒ dry hum...
