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Jericho stepped out of his shack around midday, lighting up his third or fourth smoke. He took a long drag and squinted up at the sun while the daily life of Megaton buzzed around him.
He exhaled slowly and grumbled to himself. Vault kid probably hadn’t left town yet. She’d have to be even stupider than she looks to head out into the wasteland at night. No, she’d probably spent the night at Moriarty’s, if he had to guess. Lucky thing he was already planning on heading there, anyway.
As he climbed the creaking stairs up to the saloon, he saw the bar owner himself standing outside, leaning on a railing. Moriarty looked over at him and grinned like the shithead he is.
“If it ain’t my man Jerry. Gonna make me drag yer sorry ass back home pissin’ yourself again tonight, are ya?”
“Fuck yourself, Colin.” Jericho raised his middle finger at the Irishman and pushed into the saloon without another word.
He paused in the doorway to let his eyes adjust to the darkness inside the dingy bar, the sound of the radio and the smell of dust and liquor hitting him. It almost put a smile on his face; Moriarty’s was like his second home. It was safe and familiar to him. He likely spent more time here than at his actual house.
So the change in atmosphere was immediately noticeable once he’d walked in and closed the door behind him. Not only were there more people inside than there should’ve been at that time of day, but in the air there was an odd sense of… warmth? Contentment?... Happiness?
There were several conversations happening at once, rather than the usual sullen silence between patrons. GNR was playing the jovial tune of Let’s Go Sunning, the volume raised to be heard over the chatter. Bottles were clinking, people were gathered in small groups instead of isolated and drinking by themselves. If Jericho didn’t know better, he’d have called it a party.
This wasn’t the Moriarty’s Saloon he knew. What the fuck happened?
With an involuntary scowl forming on his face, Jericho moved towards the bar and got his answer. On her knees on a stool, heart-shaped ass facing him, was that cute girl in a Vault suit, her elbows on the bar while she talked to Gob. The ghoul even had a grimace on his torn mouth that might have approximated a smile while he cleaned a glass. Even Nova was leaning against the corner of the bar, chatting with them both.
Nova was the first to notice Jericho, wearing a casual smirk. “Hey, Jericho. Early today.”
“Fuck’s goin’ on in here?”
When he spoke, the Vault kid sat back down onto her ankles and both she and Gob turned to look at him. The kid - Hannah, if he remembered - pushed her glasses up her nose and frowned. Gob glanced from Hannah’s fallen expression to Jericho and squinted.
“Oh, it’s you. Hi,” the freckle-faced Vaultie said meekly, a bottle of Nuka-Cola in her hand.
Nova shrugged and tapped the ash off her cigarette. “Hannah bought Nukes for everyone. Place is almost lively, right?”
Jericho eyed Hannah, who flashed him a sheepish little smile. “Thought you were outta caps, kid.”
Gob wheezed dryly before he spoke. “Leave ‘er alone, Jericho.”
“No, it’s okay, Gob.” Hannah adjusted on her seat to face Jericho, planting her ass down on the stool and pulling up one of her legs to hug her thigh to her chest. The pose was somehow almost as appealing as when she’d been nearly bent over the bar, from the way her Vault suit pulled taut around her curves. “Sheriff Simms asked me to disarm that big bomb in the middle of town, and he gave me a bit of money for it!”
Jericho blinked. She just… disarmed the nuke? Like it was nothing? This kid, straight out of the Vault? She was either unbelievably smart or a damn good bullshitter.
“Still not enough to pay your fee, though, Mr. Jericho. I’m sorry.” She rubbed the back of her neck, looking over at Gob. “I’m sorry, too, Gobs. We’ll find some other way.”
“‘preciate the intent, kiddo, but forget it.” The ghoul grimaced again and handed the girl another bottle of Nuka.
Jericho thinned his lips and eyed Hannah once more while she popped the bottle’s cap and handed it back to Gob before taking a long sip.
Either way, smart or sly, guess it turned out Vaultie wasn’t quite as useless as she first appeared. Could be worth watching her back for more than just the view.
He huffed, then reached over and took the crumpled cigarette out of Nova’s ashtray and put it between his teeth while she glared. He pulled the lighter out of his back pocket and lit it, mulling over his thoughts.
He blew a puff of smoke upward, still staring at Hannah through the cloud. “Tell you what, Vault Girl. Make you ‘nother offer.”
Hannah perked up and set down her soda, her big blue eyes brightening. “What is it?”
Jericho couldn’t help but laugh, a low, raspy chuckle, at the way her innocent little face beamed with hopefulness. He lowered his gaze to her body, looking long enough at the tight denim around her thighs to make sure he got his point across.
Nova tutted and rolled her eyes. Gob’s smile-grimace turned into more of a frown-grimace. “Jericho…”
He ignored the ghoul. “Come back to my place, kid, ‘n we’ll talk about it.”
It took the naïve girl a few moments to figure out what he meant, amusingly enough. Her round pink face turned red, all the way to the tips of her ears, and her eyes blew wide - just as he’d imagined they would. She pulled her other leg up to her chest, balancing precariously on the barstool, and swallowed hard. “I- I don’t-”
Jericho sucked on his cigarette again, feeling the smoke curl in his lungs before he exhaled it, this time into the clever little brat’s face. The smoke made her reel back and tears fill her eyes, sucking in a sniffle.
Gob slammed an empty glass onto the bar counter. “Jericho, just get the hell out of here,” he rasped, but the zombie was about as threatening as the Vaultie. Jericho was unmoved. He stayed where he was, imagining the girl’s wobbling lips pressed against his jeans.
“Wanna find your daddy, don’t you?” Jericho tossed his cigarette butt back into Nova’s ashtray, smirking at her.
“I’m - I’m sorry, I have to, have to go,” Hannah stammered some more, then unfolded her legs and half-jumped off the barstool. With her tail tucked between her legs and no more goodbye than that, she scampered out of the saloon like a cute little mouse.
“Always the charmer, ain’t you,” teased Nova, while Gob wheezed in anger as the door slammed closed.
“She’ll be back.” Jericho reached over and grabbed the freshly-opened Nuka Cola that the kid had left on the counter, putting it to his lips. As he drank, he could almost imagine the sweet taste of her mouth on his tongue.
Gob leaned across the bar to snatch the soda bottle right out of Jericho’s hand, surprising him with his boldness and making spilled cola drip down his chin. “You should go, Jericho.”
“Fine," he growled, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket. “‘n tell Colin you kicked me out ‘fore I even spent a cap. See if you still got a jaw left by tomorrow."
“Christ, boys.” That’s when Nova stepped in, placing herself between Jericho and the counter. She put a hand on his chest, eyeing Gob over her shoulder and sighing. “C’mon, Jericho, let’s just go upstairs.”
Jericho chuckled dryly and took Nova’s wrist. He gave Gob one last stare before he turned and trudged up the saloon stairs toward Nova’s room with her in tow.
Once they left the bar behind and entered the largest room of the inn, she closed the door behind her. She leaned against it and folded her arms, regarding him. “What was that all about, Jer?”
Jericho started shrugging his satchel and then his jacket off, going through the usual motions. “Little Vaultie wants a hired gun, can’t afford me. Simple.”
Nova sighed. “Yeah, but ain’t she a bit… I’onno, young for you?”
He snorted and tossed his jacket over the metal bed post. “So’re you.”
“I’m twenty-five.” Pushing off the door, Nova began to unbutton her suit jacket. “She’s, what, eighteen, nineteen?”
Jericho settled onto the bed and leaned back on his palms to watch her undress. “Old enough to leave her little Vault, ain’t she? I was on my own earlier’n that.”
“Hm. So was I.” Nova’s jacket fell to the floor, but Jericho stopped her before she moved on to the zipper of her skirt.
“Wait, Nove. You ain’t- got a Vault suit, do you?”
She paused, then rolled her eyes. “God, Jericho. Really?”
“Do you or not?”
“No, where would I even get one?” She went back to unzipping her skirt and letting it fall down her narrow hips, then stepped out of her unlaced boots, left in nothing but her torn fishnets - she never wore underwear. Was practical, at least.
Jericho already felt his dick straining in his pants. She was skinny, built like a wastelander, and all he could think about while looking at Nova’s naked body was Hannah’s. The Vault girl had curves; not as much tit as he’d like, but hips, ass - the soft flesh of someone who’d never starved. He bet the freckles on her face trailed down the rest of her, bet her pussy was puffy and pink as Snack Cakes.
His imagination didn’t falter, even as Nova lowered to the floor between his knees and began palming his thighs. It was their usual routine… she’d rub him a bit, get him hard, pull him out and blow him, then they’d share a cigarette and he’d go home.
Today, though, he was feeling like shaking it up. As her hands slid up toward his belt, Jericho straightened and put his hands on her wrists to stop her.
She blinked up at him. “Jer?”
“Do it different this time. Pretend like… you’re a virgin.”
It was obvious enough what he really wanted. “You mean pretend like I’m her.” Nova pursed her lips and sat back on her heels. “You know I don’t like to role play, honey.”
Jericho sat up, reaching to take her chin in his hand. He gazed into her green eyes, trying to picture them blue. “I’m paying you, ain’t I? You’re the one who always says to keep it professional.”
“Tch, fine. But I want extra.”
He had more caps than usual on him, since he hadn’t yet done any drinking for the day. Suppose it’d be worth it. “Fine."
She chewed her lower lip, visibly thinking. “...Okay.” Nova put her hands on his knees to stand, moving back a step and striking a pose. She covered her naked tits with one arm, her other hand between her thighs, and stuck out her lips in a pout. It was cute, even if it didn’t suit the Nova he knew at all.
“Is this what you want from me?” She put a girlish lilt in her voice, raising its pitch, and batted her lashes. He could almost imagine a tremble in her words.
Yeah, this would work just fine.
Jericho leaned back on his hand again, beckoning her closer with a finger. “C’mere, little girl.”
Nova took a hesitant step toward him, still hiding herself. She couldn’t fake a blush, but he imagined her face being as red up to the ears as the kid’s had been.
“Come…” He considered for a second. “... sit on my lap.”
She slowly perched on one of his thighs, both of her hands moving between her legs as she clamped them together. She looked up at him with her bottom lip between her teeth, her arms pushing her breasts together. “What’re you gonna do to me, huh?”
“You need my help, don’t you?" He growled in her ear. "You need your daddy?”
Jericho unbuckled his belt, then set a hand on her thigh and ran it up toward her hip, squeezing her there and trying to imagine soft fat yielding under his rough fingers. He let out a low sigh, even smiling at himself as his palm climbed up toward one of her tits instead.
“Yes, I need my daddy’s help," she said, a bit flatly, but at least she was playing along correctly.
At his groping, Nova made a squeak, almost as good as the real thing. As Jericho squeezed and thumbed her nipple, feeling the weight on his leg, hearing her exaggerated breathing, he started to really feel the fantasy.
She whined when he roughly pinched her nipple, and the sound just about drove him crazy. In an abrupt change of plans, Jericho grabbed the girl in both hands and twisted, then practically threw her onto the bare mattress beside him. That prompted a very genuine squeal. He knew that Nova didn’t like when he got handsy, but he wasn’t fucking Nova. He was fucking the Vault brat, and the Vault brat wouldn’t say no, no matter what he did to her.
Jericho stood and unzipped his jeans, hastily shoving them down his legs to get them out of the way without even bothering with his boots or shirt. Nova watched him, but didn’t move from where he’d tossed her, while he fished his dick out of his boxers and gave himself a couple of pumps. He willed Hannah’s face to his mind, teary-eyed behind her skewed glasses, waiting with secret excitement for him to take his payment.
Cock twitching as he released his hand, Jericho returned to climb on top of her. He didn’t pin her down, even if he would’ve liked to, since he really didn’t want to get kicked out, but it didn’t matter. In his head, she was helpless, anyway, and deep down little Vaultie wanted him to fuck her. She was a slut for old wastelander dick who just didn’t know it yet.
“You be good for your daddy now,” Jericho muttered, spitting into his hand and wetting the tip of his cock before slapping it a few times onto a fishnet-covered thigh. "You be a good girl, I’ll help you out.”
“Ooh, fuck, daddy," she whined, spreading her legs wide for him. “I want your help so bad. Please- um- be gentle."
Jericho closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath as he envisioned bigger, softer thighs and a plump pink pussy that would be just dripping for him. “Fuck… you know how to take cock, little girl?”
"Nuh-uh, I’ve never even looked at a dick before. Will you show me?”
He frowned slightly and cracked open one eyelid. Nova’s acting was getting worse, and all that did was remind him of a cold, bitter reality where Hannah had slipped out of his fingers. "Just shut up and keep your legs open," he hissed, to which she gasped girlishly and pouted well enough to bring back the fantasy.
He got a good grip on her hips, again almost able to feel squishy love handles in his hands trembling at his touch, and pulled her in towards him.
Jericho was tempted - beyond tempted, he fuckin’ ached - to shove himself into her with all the grace of a wasteland mutt. But instead, he pried Nova’s thighs apart and reached for her fishnets in both hands to rip the hole over her pussy even wider. He pictured lacy pink panties in his way instead, maybe even with a bow, stained dark with wetness that he’d rip off with his teeth or simply push aside. They’d reveal puffy lips, a swollen clit, and a wet hole that was just begging to be filled - for him to fill.
Without even thinking, Jericho had his fingers in his mouth, wetting his middle and ring finger with saliva. Hannah would definitely be soaking wet (though Nova wasn’t quite,) but he still had to get the little virgin ready for him. With her legs spread he prodded at her entrance with his fingertips, spreading her lips just to imagine arousal dripping between her folds, then unceremoniously shoved his fingers into her.
Hannah gasped cutely, widening her thighs and pushing her hips toward his hand to encourage them. She’d touched herself before, but that couldn’t compare to Jericho’s larger, calloused fingers and the way he roughly began to pump them into her. He imagined her cunt flexing around his hand, drenched walls squeezing his fingers in her eagerness.
“Like that, little girl?" He growled and grinned, keeping his eyes on her pussy to avoid looking at her face. She didn’t speak - at least the kid was good at following directions - so he added, “Say ‘yes, daddy.’ Tell me you fuckin’ like it."
“Yes, daddy," she cooed, “it’s so good." She pressed herself against his hand, making little squeaks and sighs as he spread his fingers inside of her and hooked them against where he thought her most sensitive spot might be. Jericho then gathered up more saliva in his mouth and bent down to spit directly onto her cunt, wetting her clit before he pressed his thumb directly onto it.
She gasped in earnest now as he rubbed hard circles around her clit, her thighs beginning to squirm at his touch. Jericho had been around long enough to know how to please a woman; he just rarely gave enough of a fuck to bother. But the way Hannah wriggled and whined while he played with her cunt had him reconsidering how enjoyable it actually was.
Once her hands started grabbing at the bedsheets and her hips started to buck desperately against him, he knew the girl was finally ready to take him. Or at least, ready as she’d ever be.
Jericho straightened on his knees, pulling his now-soaked hand from between her legs to grip the base of his cock while the other held her hip. He slapped her pussy with his swollen tip, making a wet noise that caused his gut to twist with need.
“Better get ready for me, Vaultie," he said as he shut his eyes tight, easily able to picture Hannah blushing hard underneath him with her lips and thighs parted, panting with want. She needed his cock bad, no matter how much it might hurt at first. “Daddy's big."
Hannah whimpered as he lined himself up with her entrance, holding her legs wide apart to show just how eager she was for him to begin pushing inside.
The wetness and the heat gradually enveloped his tip, making jolts run like bullets down his spine and straight to his dick. Damn had it been a long time since he'd actually been in something other than a hand or a mouth, and god damn did he miss it. He was forced to pace himself, pausing before he sank in deeper, just to keep from finishing right then and there.
“Ooh, Daddy, it hurts," she giggled, purposefully flexing her walls around him to encourage him.
“ Fuck ," he growled, unable to resist pushing his hips forward into that inviting space between damp thighs until his cock was buried into her as far as she could take it. He could almost feel her squirm in discomfort, could picture tears welling in her eyes behind her wildly off-center glasses, and he held himself in place to let the Vaultie get used to him.
Jericho let out a shaky breath and dug his fingers hard into bony hips, indulging enough in his fantasy that they felt almost squishy under his touch, before he began to pull himself away and thrust back inside. His pace started out slow, but it didn’t last that way for long.
Hannah sighed and moaned in pleasure, and her voice sounded so damn good to his ears. She loved his dick, she loved taking every inch of it, and it was driving him absolutely crazy.
“ Shit , you want me to fuck you? Want an old wasteland rat to fuck the Vault outta you?" He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore, his lids closed tight yet still able to see blonde lashes flutter over big blue eyes and tiny tits bounce with every harsh snap of his hips.
“Ooh, daddy," she cried, squeezing him hard as she pushed herself against him. He felt the building ache in his gut, the dryness of his tongue, the twitching in his cock - shit, he didn’t want to finish yet, he’d only just started, but he didn’t have an ounce of self-control left to stop himself. Felt like he was on chems, but it was just the vision of that little Vault slut speared on his cock that was doing this to him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jericho growled and slid his hands under her ass and down her thighs, gripping the backs of her knees to lift her legs up over his hips. He drove himself into her while he pulled her firmly against him, pushing his cock harder and harder into the very back of her cunt, his eyes closed and imagining the girl’s stomach stretching from his sheer size. The image made his jaw go slack, starting to pant open-mouthed. “I’m gonna- fuckin’- fill you up with daddy’s cum- fuck , you filthy little-”
"You better fucking not,” Nova demanded, her real voice threatening to throw off his deeply-entrenched fantasy. But at that point, he couldn’t give less of a shit. The Vault girl was practically begging him to finish in her, her face flushed bright red and her pink skin slick with sweat, and her big soft thighs were kicking against his grip only because she was so overwhelmed with pleasure. In fact, he could hear Hannah’s desperate whines and cries in his ears.
Please, daddy, I want your cum in me! She pleaded with him. I’m a slut for your big wasteland cock!
At that, Jericho went careening over the edge, his limbs freezing up while his hips moved on their own to slam himself into her with reckless abandon. His brain briefly turned itself off, mind empty of anything other than the picture of Hannah, while his cock unleashed spurt after spurt of a hot and heavy load into her little pussy and left him completely numb. His final couple of thrusts were weak and useless, dick twitching and limbs tingling, left slack-jawed with his head facing the ceiling.
“Ugh, Jesus, Jericho," Nova complained as she easily pulled her legs out of his limp hands and rolled over to get out of bed. He slowly opened his eyes again, motionless as he watched her grab his underwear off the floor and wipe herself with it, standing upright to make sure as much of the mess dripped out as possible. “Such an asshole."
He didn’t really care. His entire body was still buzzing; he probably hadn’t shot that hard in years . He was honestly surprised he was still capable of it at his age.
Nova threw his wet boxers at him and began to dress, finally rousing him out of his stupor.
“Where’s my caps?"
“In my bag," he said, voice raspy, gesturing to where he’d left his satchel on the floor before drying himself off with his underwear as well. “Just take everything that’s in there."
"Guess that makes up for it,” she grumbled, rummaging through his bag to find his caps purse.
"Use the extra caps to buy a Vault suit. Ask Moira, bet she has one.”
Nova groaned and almost audibly rolled her eyes. “Jesus, Jericho."
Jericho sighed and leaned back on his palms. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction that he hadn’t had in a long, long time. Sure, it wasn’t the real thing, but in a way it might be better. At least this way, he didn’t have to actually deal with the annoying kid when he wasn’t boning her.
Yeah, this arrangement suited him just fine.