Jealousy in the Wasteland

Chapter 8 - Need Somethin'

*word count : 1291*
-long smutty chapter hehe-
~Hancock's POV~

I order another drink from Charlie, maintaining eye contact with Nick. "What's there to talk about?" He inquires, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "You know exactly what we need to talk about." I say through almost gritted teeth.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, detective. You can play coy all you want, but I see right through your shit. You really think that just because you work with her that you're gonna win her somehow?" Nick laughs at me, putting his cigarette down in the ashtray. "It seems I already have, Hancock. I've slept with her twice, not like you can say the same." His eyes glint with satisfaction.

"I can change that before you can even run a diagnostic, synth." I spit out, my words harsh. I push myself off of the bar and head back to Y/N, snaking an arm around her waist.

"John," she giggles, definitely tipsy. "What are you doing?" I pull her into my chest, looking into her eyes. "What do you say we get out of here, go have some us time?" She nods slowly at my suggestion, setting down her drink and leading me out of The Third Rail.

"Damn, doll. That didn't take much convincing." I laugh at her as she pulls me into the worn down hotel room. "I'm tired of you two arguing over me. I need at least one of you to fucking touch me." She says, closing the gap between our bodies. I look down into her needy eyes, and slam my lips into hers.

Our lips move in sync, kissing hungrily, tongues exploring the other's mouth. I swiftly push her against the door, pinning her wrists at her sides so she's trapped. I leave a trail of sloppy kisses down her neck, sucking on her soft skin, making sure I mark her.

~Y/N's POV~

I can't tell if the euphoria I'm feeling is from the alcohol or the way Hancock is touching me, but fuck does it feel good either way. He sucks the sensitive spot on my neck hungrily, eliciting a loud moan from me.

My hands find purchase on his red jacket, gripping the fabric as he moves his mouth around my neck, kissing and sucking at the pulse points. My head is reeling, I can't breathe, but holy fuck.

"H-Hancock," I whisper, my legs shaking. "C'mon. I need something." I moan, breathlessly.

I feel his breath on my neck as he chuckles against my skin, shaking his head. I stare up at him, my eyes going wide as I feel him push me back into the bed. I bite my bottom lip anxiously, my chest rising and falling as he slowly runs his fingertips up my thighs, finally reaching the button of my jeans.

My hips twitch involuntarily, lifting them up as he finally gets my jeans undone, sliding them down my legs. The cold February air surrounding us hits my core, sending a chill down my spine. Hancock shifts down the bed, laying flat on his chest as he finally dips his head between my thighs.

"Need somethin'?" He echos my words, and I can hear the teasing tone in his voice. My breath hitches in my throat as I feel him moving my panties to the side. "This something enough for ya, sweetheart?"

Before I can even open my mouth to speak, his mouth connects with my core. I gasp, falling back onto the bed as my back arches into his touch. "H-holy fuck, Hancock." I knock his hat off, letting my hands rest on his head as he slowly circles my clit with his tongue.

He's taking his sweet time, occasionally dipping his tongue into my core. By this point, I'm a sweating, panting mess. "Hancock, please. I need m-more." I moan out, a little louder than I would have liked.

Out of nowhere, I hear the door open. My eyes widen, my legs closing around the ghoul's head as I see Nick standing in the doorframe. He's watching intently with his glowing amber eyes, arms crossed over his chest. I can't tell what he's thinking, and I can't even begin to try, feeling Hancock's tongue still working on my core. Whether he's oblivious to Nick's presence or not, I don't know, but I do my best to warn him.

~Nick's POV~

I watch Hancock devouring Y/N, unsure of if he's aware of my presence. She's a moaning mess, no doubt from the ghoul's touch. But why if he's making her feel so good, can she not look away from me?

I maintain eye contact with her as she rides out her orgasm, never moving from my spot in the doorway. I shoot her a devilish grin before making my presence known to Hancock.

I close the door behind me, clearing my throat. Hancock snaps his head in my direction, shooting daggers at me. I ignore him, and walk to my beautiful girl, who is still lying on the bed trying to catch her breath.

I turn to Hancock, "I think she has at least one more. Don't you think?" I ask the ghoul, my lips curling up into a grin. Hancock crosses his arms over his chest, practically pouting at my presence.

I lean down to Y/N, getting close enough to whisper in her ear. "All fours, now." I growl, beginning to undo my belt buckle and rid myself of my trench coat.

She nervously sits up, getting ready to get in her position before I remove her remaining coverings. I stare at her naked body, just trying to take in the sight in front of me. "God, doll. You're fucking stunning." I praise the woman, watching her get on all fours. Holy fuck, her arch could kill a man.

I line myself up at her entrance, my fingers gripping her hips. "Hancock, come kneel in front of our pretty girl. Not fair to be left out, now is it?" My words hang in the air as Hancock considers my offer, reluctantly kneeling in front of the woman, his cock dangling in front of her face.

She takes his length in her mouth, and I slam my own into her as she does, forcing her to take all of us. She cries out, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Just like that, doll. Just like that." I praise, snapping my hips flush with her ass once more.

~Y/N's POV~

I don't even know what happened. One minute, Hancock was going down on me like it was his last meal. The next, Nick is watching me cum from the doorway. And now? Now I have no fuckin' clue.

I do know that I feel so incredibly full. I can hear Nick's praise, despite the ringing in my ears. I feel him gripping my hips, Hancock pulling my hair into a makeshift ponytail.

My head is reeling from the feeling of both men filling me up. My eyes begin to well with tears from gagging on Hancock's length and being mercilessly pounded by the synth. Each thrust from Nick sends Hancock further down my throat, eliciting muffled moans from me. I feel my legs begin to shake under me, and I know I can't prolong my orgasm any longer.

I scream out in pleasure as Nick digs his fingers into my hips harder, no doubt leaving bruises. "You gonna cum for us, pretty girl?" The synth growls from behind me. I look up to Hancock, whose head has rolled back in pleasure, nearing his own release. "Go ahead, doll. Cum for us, show us just how much you like being used." Nick demands, making me unravel completely.