This is a series of one shots from Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, and Fallout 4. I do not own any of the characters, of course.
All One Shots are in alphabetical order for your convenience.
Anything with an ➵ and a title has been reread, and (hopeful...
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"So, in conclusion, the atoms that bonded will become- Ow, Butch, stop! I'm trying to record for class!"
I was recording on a holotape for an assignment Brotch gave. Me and Butch had been cooped up in the classroom alone for an hour with the door locked to let our creative juices flow. While I was recording my voice, he was pinching my arm, hungry for attention.
"Anyways... the atoms will bond, and then they'll become an entire new thing, which I plan to place on the periodic table as-" Butch poked my ribs, making a giggle come from my lips, "Butch, stop! I'm trying to- Never mind I'll just start over." I sighed, clicking the recorder off and turning to him, "This is a serious assignment, Butch, if I fail this, my dad'll be pissed."
He scoffed, "Brotch said there's still a week left to finish it."
"He said that last week. What has you all hungry for attention?"
He shrugged, putting his elbow on the desk, "I want to tell you a secret, Y/N."
I stood up, picking up my reasearch papers and putting them on my desk before going to stand at Brotch's, "Oh yeah? And what's that?"
He walked behind me, pushing his chest to my back and hugging me from behind. His lips grazed my skin and he whispered in my ear, nipping at the soft area on my neck, "You speakin' smart got me all hot and bothered, you know that? And I want to do somethin' about it."
I moved my hips back slightly, and, he truly was hot and bothered. I turned around, still in his arms, "Fine. We can pull a quick one, but you have to promise to let me work on my assignment afterwards okay?"
"Sure, sure. Let's just get on with it..."
He put his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to fall back and sit on our teachers desk. He stood between my legs, and we slid both our leather jackets off and tossed them onto a student desk nearby. I smiled, seeing his frame through his Vault suit and tugging on the zipper. I brought it down to his waist and he shrugged his arms out of it, leaving the loose fabric around his waist. He unzipped mine as well, but was sure to get me out of it completely. I kicked my boots off and he tugged the suit off entirely, stepping back and admiring me for a second before taking his own suit off.
I reached behind me, undoing my bra as he pushed his lips hastily to mine. At this point in our relationship, sex was a practice, and we were getting pretty damn good at it! It never ceased to please me, or him, which might be impressive to those who get bored with the same person. He wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his hips flush against mine. Once his erection grazed my surface, he let out a throaty moan into my lips before moving his lips to my neck, biting and nipping and licking the right places. I leaned back on the desk, not laying down, but resting my palms on the surface and arching my back in pleasure. He leaned over me slightly, nearly falling and shoving my back against the surface.
I turned my head to give him some leverage, and entangled my fingers in his gelled hair, messing it up. He'd scold me for that later. Oh well. Butch put his palm against the small of my back, gently tugging my stomach to his, bringing us more warmth and passion. He finally pulled away from my neck, admiring the bruise he left. Then reached down and slid my underwear off my legs with ease, doing the same with his boxers. Holding my dark gaze, he reached down, inserting a single finger into me, and pushed the pad of his thumb to an extremely sensible, easily pleased area, making me moan wildly.
He smiled at the sound, bringing his other hand up to cover my mouth sweetly. He kept his fingers still, looking at me, "I'm gonna move my hand doll face, but you gotta keep those beautiful sounds to yourself this time, alright?"
I nodded in response, and he pulled his finger out, his thumb shifting slightly as he thrusted it back in. I let out a soft moan, moving to pull his lips to mine to silence myself. He pulled his finger out again, then added a digit, thrusting them in and out. And, in a flash, he pulled away from me. I frowned, propping up on my elbows to watch him. He walked to our jackets, picking up his and shuffling through the pockets until he got out a square wrapper with a Vault sign. Right... the Vault issued condoms we got in Sex Ed. Great.
He slid it on with practiced ease, and in a second, was back against me as through he never left. He positioned himself, looking to me to make sure his movements wouldn't be disapproved. I bit my lip, grinding as best I could. He let out a groan and finally just thrusted into me, not hesitating. It wasn't painful in the least, seeing as we'd done this more than once. He pulled out, diving back in, this time the warm skin on his waist brushing against the area his thumb left, making me moan. I immediately covered my own mouth, biting my lip to shut myself up.
I released muffled moans until I felt my limbs twitch and I practically screamed his name, releasing soon after. He did the same, pulling out and tying up the condom before opening a trash slit in the wall and tossing it down to be burned with the rest of the junk. Bending down, he pulled his boxers back on, tossing me my underwear and suggesting that I dress before someone came in.
We quickly redressed, neither of us putting on our jackets because of the heat in the room. With some janitor material, we cleaned up the rest of the mess, readjusting the clipboard that had been knocked off the desk in the midst of things.
I watched as Butch flicked his knife out and picked a lock to Brotch's desk. He pulled out a folder, "By the way, doll, these are the right answers to that project."
We both finished our assignment quickly, leaving the holotapes on Brotch's desk and exiting the room, our jackets folded over our arms and Butch's right arm wrapped around my shoulders. I chuckled at a snide remark he made before we were stopped by Amata and Paul, who had just recently gotten together. She saw that we weren't wearing our jackets and narrowed her eyes, "Oh god, did you two...?"
Butch smiled, "Damn right we did, girl!" They entered the class room and Butch stopped Paul, putting a hand on his best friends chest, "Hey man, quick advice, I left a condom on the chair for you. Don't screw on Brotch's desk, though alright?"
Paul, blushing, thanked him, and Butch clapped him on the back before shutting our friends in the classroom so they could work on their own project.
