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Lucy walks away from it all, from Maximus, and war, and her vacant eyed father. She wanders for so long she’s worried she’ll never be found until she is finally, taken in by the wasteland’s equivalent of a brothel. They allow her to stay without any money or belongings to trade and never even mention her possibly becoming one of them. She decides to be the one to bring it up, after yet another orgasm by her own hand while she listens to the sounds of people fucking all around her. At first the owner, Mira, laughs and then she sobers when she realizes Lucy isn’t laughing with her.
“You really think you got what it takes, softie?”
“I like sex. I like people. I think I could do this job. I want to do this job,” Lucy says firmly.
“Alright, I’ll start you off easy, give you one of our nice regulars how’s that sound?”
“Oh thank you!”
“Never had someone so excited to start whoring before.”
Lucy has fun that first night, the nice regular taking her for a ride that left her shaky legged. Not all her clients are good at making her feel good but she likes her job regardless, enjoys giving pleasure to others quite a bit.
It’s been six months and some change when he walks in.
The ghoul has been traveling for weeks now, meandering his way across the land as he decides whether or not to kill himself, his family’s long dead bodies flashing behind his eyelids at night. He’s tired and especially lonely when he comes across the brothel. Mira’s Miracles, for your every desire. He’s not even ashamed when he asks for “something with dark hair and doe eyes,” missing a certain vaultie something fierce though he’ll never admit it. He expects nothing much other than a woman who can hopefully satisfy his needs.
He gets her. Lucy fucking Maclean.
She’s sitting at her vanity, brushing her hair and waiting for the next client when he steps in. She hears his spurs before anything else and her heartbeat picks up because even if it’s not her cowboy coming to fuck her it is still a cowboy and she has a good imagination. Her eyes flick up, meeting his in the mirror and he’s blown away by the way her face transforms. She goes from zoned out to practically giddy in an instant and it confuses him as much as it warms him.
“Hi!”
“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask the same of you,” she says primly.
“Feels pretty obvious.”
“Same here.”
He just stays still and stares at her in the mirror till she turns around to face him.
“Well. Would you like to do what you came here for?” She asks simply.
“Not particularly with you.”
“Oh,” she looks hurt but then gets a determined look that he doesn’t particularly like, “I’m a perfectly good bed partner I’ll have you know.”
She stands suddenly and oh god he’s done for because she’s wearing the prettiest set of lacy white lingerie and he has no idea where she could have possibly found something so clean and well fitting in the wasteland yet there she is, an angel before him.
“Fuck off,” he groans, “you got no right lookin’ like that.”
“You like it?” She asks genuine and curious.
“Don’t matter ‘cause I’m leavin’ now.”
“Why?”
“I ain’t fuckin’ a naive little vaultie like you.”
“What’s it matter who I am aren’t I just a hole to put your cock in?”
“Not looking for a cock sleeve,” he gruffs with a glare, “and who says I want someone like you?”
“You told them what you wanted downstairs and they gave you to me,” she shrugs, “I trust Mira.”
“But do you trust me?”
“You got some ulterior motives other than getting your rocks off?”
“Not so far,” he says slowly.
“Good enough for me.”
“You’re being awfully calm about potentially fucking a ghoul. Not to mention one who’s betrayed you more than once.”
“Who says you’re the first ghoul I’ve slept with? And I figured impaling you on that post made us even.”
“Am I?” He asks curiously.
“Are you what?”
“The first ghoul you’ve fucked.”
“So you do want to have sex with me,” she says triumphantly.
“Answer the question.”
“Ghouls are a common section of our clientele of course I’ve had relations with them before, men and women.”
“And that’s…okay with you?”
“I think you shouldn’t be surprised that I’m accepting of others regardless of how they look but yes it’s more than okay with me. I’d even go so far as to say you’re attractive to me.”
“No need to lie,” he scoffs.
“I’m not a liar remember?”
He steps closer to her and reaches a hand out halfway as if to touch her.
“You can touch,” she says, smiling far too softly.
“Don’t wanna. Not like this. Not where I’m paying you.”
“If you don’t pay me I can’t stay here but that doesn’t mean you’re forcing me.”
“That’s exactly what it means.”
Her eyes narrow and then she grabs him by the shoulders and he’s so surprised by her boldness that he lets it happen as she pushes him into a chair.
“Wait here,” she says sternly and then softens it with a “please.”
Lucy breezes back into the room after a few minutes with a sunny smile on her face.
“Mira said I can do you for free but you better drink your weight in whiskey.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Nope! I don’t get paid!”
“You seriously want to fuck me for free?”
“Yep!”
“Somethin’ ain’t right in your head that’s all I’m sayin’ okay?”
“Oh shut up are you gonna touch me or what?”
The Ghoul still looks conflicted so she unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the ground before stepping out of her panties and standing completely nude before him.
“Fuck, honey, you look good enough to eat.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Ravenous,” he growls but still does nothing.
Lucy sinks down between his knees and that seems to be the final straw because he groans and threads a hand into her hair, finally touching her by tipping her head back to look at the long line of her throat before traveling down to thumb at her lower lip. She bites at his glove and he pulls away so that the glove comes off in her teeth. She spits it to the side and does the same thing with the other one before her hands go to his belt buckle.
“What are you doin’ darlin’?”
“What’s it look like?” Lucy says in a snarky manner, still smiling.
“Looks like you’re gettin’ yourself in a whole mess of trouble.”
“Maybe you oughta help me out,” she says.
He pushes her hands away although not without an obvious internal struggle and she pouts at him.
“Why are you being like this? I know you want me. And you were clearly planning on sleeping with someone so why the heck can’t it be me?”
“Because I ain’t gonna want it just the once with you. Frankly, no matter how hungry I am, it ain’t worth it to get just a taste.”
“I like this job,” she says suddenly seemingly off topic, “The other workers are nice to me. I don’t want to give it up.”
“Did I ask you to? What the hell are you on about?”
“I want it more than once too,” she confesses, voice hushed like it’s a secret, “I want it like...a lot of times. But I want to stay here as well and I don’t know if you want me like that. With a job where I sleep with other people.”
The look on his face softens and he actually leans forward to cup her face between his palms.
“I’ll want you always, darlin’, but I can’t stay here, I’m no longer built for settling down.”
“So go do your cowboy stuff and then come home to me when you can.”
“My cowboy stuff huh?” He says, grinning in amusement.
“And then come home to me when you can.”
“You don’t even know my name and you still want me to come home to you?”
“So tell me your name.”
“Been a long time since I used it at all.”
“Come on, baby, what’s your name?” Lucy says, voice gentle once again, making his hackles rise like a cornered animal.
It’s not right for someone like her to be so gentle with someone like him. Someone who doesn’t deserve love anymore, not with all he’s done.
“Cooper,” he rasps and is surprised he said it.
“Cooper,” she says rolling his name along her tongue.
He sighs and closes his eyes in exasperation. He really hadn’t meant to tell her.
“Any objection to me screaming your name in bed?”
“No objection. You’re somethin’ else you know that?”
“If you want me I’m yours.”
“God you’re pretty as a picture,” he says, fully taking her in, naked and on her knees before him.
“Let me please,” she says framing his obvious erection with her hands.
He sighs and bends his head till he’s in her space.
“Give me a kiss first, sweetheart.”
She rises up to meet him with a happy sound that makes him smile a little bit. When he finally pulls back she lets her fingers trace his dick through the fabric and he hisses through his teeth.
“You’re so hard right now.”
“Your fault,” he snipes and his head tips back as she grinds her palm down.
“Will you let me make you feel good now?”
“Since you’re so damn desperate for it,” he says with a chuckle.
She just nods seriously in complete agreement and gets to work on his belt buckle. She sets him on edge when she unbuckles his gun belt as well and grabs his gun but he still lets her and relaxes again once she’s set it on the table next to him.
“Not gonna hurt you,” she says softly.
“You’ve bitten my finger off, gotten me stung, and impaled me on a pole but I still know you ain’t gonna hurt me right now. I’m just jumpy. Haven’t had anyone handle my guns and survive in a long time.”
“You’ve cut off my finger, used me as bait, and betrayed me to my father but I still know that you’re not going to hurt me either.”
“And just how do you know that?”
“You shot my dad in the ass,” she says earnestly but she laughs when he laughs.
“I’m serious. instead of killing him you gave me that gun. You saved my life and gave me a choice and I’ll never forget that.”
He shrugs and says, “Seemed only fair.”
“Since when do you care about fair?”
“Since a little vaultie brat train-wrecked into my life apparently.”
“Careful who you’re calling brat,” Lucy says, “I’m the one who’s about to suck your dick.”
“Are you now?”
Lucy unbuttons and unzips quickly before slipping her fingers beneath his waistband and pulling down his pants. She taps at his hip to get him to lift up and make it easier for her to get his cock out.
She kisses down the part of his stomach that’s exposed by his untucked shirt and then from hipbone to hipbone, slow, sloppy kisses that brush the edges of her lips up against where he wants her most. Finally she kisses the tip of his dick before licking the flat of her tongue along it. He shudders, almost surprised to finally be touched properly, and groans when she goes back to kissing down his thighs and kissing his balls before running her nose back up his dick for another harsh lick across the head of his cock.
She licks back down his dick, continuing to sink down until she’s laving her tongue along his balls. It all feels so intimate with the way she’s soft and smiling through it. Then she sucks one into her mouth making him jolt.
“Whoa there, darlin’, careful now.”
She continues to be gentle and the sucking sensation sends tingles through his body. When was the last time anyone cared enough to treat him so gently?
“You’re really pulling out all the stops for someone who isn’t hard to impress, sugar.”
“I want to take care of you in every way I can. I’ve been told this feels good,” she says, softly rolling his balls in her palm, “but I can stop if it’s too much.”
“Never said that did I?”
She smiles a megawatt smile and kisses one of his hip bones before tonguing the head of his dick again.
“Oh honey that’s good, fuck that’s real good,” he sighs out once she’s properly taken him into her mouth.
His hand finds her hair again, not pulling too hard but still tight, making the heat between her legs intensify. His breathing becomes more and more labored as she bobs up and down and she wants so badly for him to come in her mouth that it’s ridiculous.
“Lucy,” he groans, “Oh fuck, so good.”
She pulls back with a wet slurping sound, pulling a bereft noise from him.
“Do you wanna fuck my throat? Turns out I have no gag reflex.”
He groans in despair, unsure how he’s supposed to survive this, and says, “of course you don’t goddamn it.”
“Gonna take the way you twitched in my hand right now as a yes unless you say otherwise.”
He scoops her hair into his hand to hold it away from her face as she goes back down and when he feels that initial resistance of her throat he doesn’t shy away from it this time. He lets his hips rock as he does exactly what she wanted him to and fucks her throat like it’s a pussy. God, she’s gonna be sore later and if that doesn’t just turn him on more. He wants her to remember him in any way he can manage.
Her hand is cupping his balls again, giving them the lightest of squeezes, and she’s just shy of suffocating, taking desperate inhales of air through her nose whenever he pulls back enough to let her breathe. Her tongue traces the veins on the underside of his cock and she hollows her cheeks to add to the suction.
She can tell when he’s close to coming because his breathing is heavily labored and his dick is starting to pulse on her tongue. She pulls off his dick with a loud slurping sound and smiles up at him.
“Why’d you stop?” He finally manages to ask.
“I want you to put your dick inside me.”
He makes a grumbling sound but stands abruptly, swaying a little, drunk off of her mouth. He starts pushing her back towards the bed and she happily goes. He kisses her again, holding her in his arms finally, just like she’s been wanting for long enough to be embarrassing.
“Ugh, this is stupid.”
“What is?” He chuckles, kissing along her neck.
“I’m buck naked and yet the only thing you’ve bothered to properly take off are your gloves.”
“I’m gettin’ around to it,” he says and sheds his duster before beginning to work on his shirt buttons.
She claps her hands gleefully and gets to work tugging his pants and underwear the rest of the way down.
“You’re eager ain’t ya?”
“I want to touch all of you sue me.”
“Well I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he says and flips her onto her back on the bed easily.
“What are you doing?” She asks in confusion when he starts to kiss down her body.
“What has no one ever eaten you out before?”
“Well it’s just most of our clients want my mouth on them not the other way around.”
“That’s bullshit how could anyone see this,” he says, spreading her knees apart and making her blush a little, “and not want to make a meal of it?”
She shrugs, “I don’t know. Don’t you wanna put your cock in me?”
“That’s a stupid question and I think you know that, yeah, wipe that shit eating grin off your face, brat, of course I wanna be inside you. But I’d like an orgasm or two on my tongue first.”
“Yeah?”
He roughly flops onto his back and easily tugs her up into his arms till she’s braced over him.
“Come take a seat, darlin’,” he says with a grin, tapping his chin.
“What like on your face?”
“Yeah.”
“What if I crush you?”
“I promise you can’t.”
Lucy doesn’t look fully convinced but she still crawls up his body until her knees are on either side of his head. She gingerly lowers herself onto him and he groans, grasping her thighs and dragging her down more.
“I don’t want to be able to breathe, darlin’ you understand?”
“But don’t you still need to?”
“Not for a long while. I’ll tap you when I need a breather.”
She nods and finally lets him pull her closer until his tongue is licking a broad stripe up her pussy from hole to clit. She gasps and her body immediately jolts down but she catches herself and says sorry.
He responds by sucking the little bud of her clit into his mouth. She’s shivery all over and incredibly turned on with his mouth on her, making muffled little sounds underneath her that are desperate and hungry. He’s hard as nails and just about ready to come as she slowly learns to take her pleasure. She’s so attentive to making sure he gets a good amount of air even though he keeps telling her it’s unnecessary. But in between her sitting back against his chest, smearing her pussy juice along his skin, she rolls her hips into his mouth and moans her pleasure. Her taste is salty sweet and her skin is so soft. A man could make a religion out of this.
She comes for a long time once it hits, strong and completely overwhelming. She forgets herself towards the end and grinds down against his face hard much to his delight. Lucy finally twitches away and scoots down his torso until she’s sitting directly on his dick. He jumps at the sensation of her pussy folds rubbing along his hard dick and she sighs in contentment as she rolls her hips slowly.
“Lay on your stomach, honey.”
“You finally gonna fuck me?” She asks but crawls off him and flops onto her belly.
“We’re getting there,” he says and then pushes his fingers inside her, hooking them down so they’re pressed against her g-spot.
“Oh come on!” She says in indignation even as she writhes.
“You wish it was my cock instead?”
“You know I do.”
“Patience is a virtue, vaultie.”
“Not a vaultie anymore,” she says but it trails off into a moan as he starts to curl his fingers deep into her, stroking her so accurately she’s shocked.
It took her so long to teach Chet how to find anything down there and her customers only try their best about half the time and here Cooper was playing her like an instrument. She’s doing her best not to scream in frustration at this point because this feels so good but she also wants to come on his cock so badly she might actually start crying soon.
“Stop,” she says and he does so immediately without question.
“What is it, sugar?”
“I want your cock not your fingers.”
“Fine since you’re so damn hungry for it.”
He wastes no more time, lifting her hips up just enough to give him the perfect angle to slide in. She gasps as she’s finally properly filled and sighs happily when he starts to move shortly after.
Her hands twist into the bedsheets and she’s struggling not to just start sobbing in pleasure. His hand threads through her hair and pulls her head back so he can see her better, giving her a kiss that she turns for.
“Oh fuck!” She gasps out as he snaps his hips especially hard.
“I see the vaultie has a mouth on her now.”
“Mira said my sanitized swearing was turning people off.”
“Mira was right. Say it again.”
“Fuck me harder,” she gasps.
Cooper groans and obliges her, feeling frantic in his movements. She digs her nails into his thigh encouraging him to fuck her even harder.
“You gonna make me cum, Cooper?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“So good for me,” she sighs, her body relaxing into the bed as she grows used to being fucked.
“You feel amazing, Lucy,” he confesses hoarsely, like the words are pulled out of him.
She moans and pushes her ass back against him to meet his punishing thrusts.
“Come inside me please,” she begs, and he moans at the desperation in her words.
He fucks her faster until suddenly he’s tipping over the edge without warning, coming hard enough to white out his vision.
“Oh fuck yesss Cooper,” she hisses, spasming around him in her own orgasm.
She melts into the bed as soon as he pulls out and she whimpers when he sticks his thumb in her pussy again, feeling the mess of his own cum inside her.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the base of Lucy’s spine.
She smiles into the pillow and wiggles her ass a little until he smacks her ass once and she gasps in delight.
“Cuddle me,” she insists and Cooper snorts but does as she asks and wraps his body around her after rearranging her onto her side.
Cooper never really properly leaves. Sure sometimes he goes bounty hunting if it’s been a slow month for the brothel, but most of the time he’s around, an unofficial bodyguard to all the workers.
Lucy tells him she loves him three months after their first fuck, big, nervous eyes watching him carefully. He smiles softly and surprises her by simply saying love you too darlin’ and kissing her forehead.
They both have pasts that make them sad and they still live in the harsh unforgiving wasteland but at least they have a haven. At least they have each other.