☢️ GFI's Kinktober 2025: Day Twenty Four☢️
🔸Mutual Masturbation with Wiseman🔸
Pairing: Wiseman x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1,903
Warnings: 18+, teasing, mutual masturbation, biting, cum play.
Notes: I pretty much missed the Slog entirely during my first playthrough of Fallout 4, so I didn't know much about Wiseman until a few months ago when I did the headcanon post for him. Though I'm a little disappointed that him having a unique voice was cut from the game, I really like him anyhow. He's another "slightly beleaguered by responsibility" type, so I imagine you'd struggle to find time to get down to business. Quickies galore! Please enjoy.
The Slog had turned out to be a much more welcoming place than you'd expected when you first heard of it, based on the name, at least. Sure, it was quite the hike up, especially when it rained and the water sent a river of mud sloughing down the hillside, but the fact that it was fairly difficult to reach also made it quite peaceful. The farm wasn't the fanciest thing you'd ever seen, pretty low-tech, although well-run and well-loved. The tarberries and the quiet weren't the only appealing things the place had to offer, though.
Though you hadn't been expecting to find love in the arms of a certain broad-shouldered ghoul farmer, you'd been all but powerless to resist his charms once you settled in. Wiseman was more thoughtful, gentle, and kind a man than you'd met in a long time, and you'd developed a crush on him rather quickly. Maybe it was your looks, maybe it was your "new kid in town" appeal, but he'd taken to you rather quickly as well.
You thought he'd seemed a bit sad since Arlen Glass had taken his leave from the Slog, finally relieved of some of his grief about the loss of his family, but he was always so determined to be easygoing and low-maintenance that it was difficult to get him to discuss things like that. He didn't ever want to seem needy or weak, even if it meant swallowing down his negative feelings. You hoped to make progress on that front the closer the two of you got.
As he occupied your thoughts yet again, you peeked over at him from behind the tarberry bush you were tending, pulling ripe fruits off and tucking them into the gathering apron you'd sewn for yourself, the pockets deep and wide-mouthed. Wiseman seemed rather preoccupied himself, though that wasn't exactly a new development. He was spread out on his back, pliers in hand as he studied the makeshift fence he'd built to keep the more annoying, berry-hungry critters out. As you wandered your way over, you found yourself distracted by the way his rolled-up sleeves clung to his muscled forearms, the shape of his muscular bulk just barely disguised underneath the flannel he usually wore.
"Are we still on for that meeting at one?" you asked casually, sorting through the fruits you'd harvested for duds and tossing them aside as you strolled by him.
"We sure are." he confirmed, not even fully looking at you as he continued to work away at the fence.
You dropped one of your work gloves out of your pocket as you passed him by, and it landed a few inches from his right hip. He peeked at you as you squatted down to retrieve the thing, reaching out quickly to let your hand dance up his thigh. It pulled away just before reaching his crotch, and you heard him let out a sigh.
"Tease." he mumbled, low and quiet, and you chuckled as you turned to make your way back to the berry bushes.
The early morning crawled by, your communal lunch break with Holly, Deirdre, and the other ghouls that lived and worked on the farm a pleasant, but testing half-hour. Everyone wanted to chit-chat, and you simply couldn't keep your mind fixed on any one topic that wasn't how badly you wanted to be sat on Wiseman's cock in that moment. He tended to work through lunch, but he would often swing by to say hello and have a drink, wiping the grime of farm labor from his brow with a rag from his pocket. Deirdre teased you for your absent-mindedness as you watched him, while Holly looked on in relative silence despite her usual chattiness.
Your boyfriend had never outright confirmed it, but you suspected that the silver-haired ghoul felt a certain way about the two of you becoming a couple. Personally, you suspected it had more to do with Wiseman choosing a smoothskin and not him failing to choose her, but you weren't certain, and you were too nervous to bring it up with her. As a result, the two of you had sort of danced around one another since you'd started dating him.
After another hour or so of picking through and washing produce, you noted it was finally five to one. Casually, you rose from the spot where you'd been working, stretched, and had a subtle look around. Everyone else had their heads down, whittling away at their own tasks, or were otherwise engage in conversations that held their attention. Making your way across the yard toward the far shed, you tried your best to smooth your hair and adjust your clothes so you looked decent, your mind racing with excitement.
Sure, it wasn't necessarily the most romantic thing in the world to have to actively schedule intimate time together, but if you didn't, there would be almost none. That idea sat with you far more poorly than the idea of having a standing Wednesday "meeting". Life was busy. You were sure that folks with children to raise had to make similar arrangements sometimes.
With a glance over your shoulder, you slunk into the little storage shed towards the back of the plot, mostly a shelter to keep bags of fertilizer and prepared soil mixes dry from the occasional heavy rains. It was dark, the only light a single bulb in the center and whatever sun filtered in through the holes in the siding. It smelled like dust and wasn't the sexiest locale, but it served its purpose.
Only a moment later, Wiseman entered through the same door in the same sneaky manner.
"Why, hello." you greeted, trying your best to make your voice sultry as you backed into the shadows and leaned against the cabinet behind you. "Fancy meeting you here."
He flashed that magnetic smile of his at you as he pulled the door firmly shut behind him.
"Quite the coincidence, indeed." he agreed, already slinking towards you like a predator closing in on its cornered prey.
There was very little preamble to the two of you attacking one another's lips, your hands rubbing across the strong expanse of his chest, scraping your nails down it and making him grumble. He pulled back a bit and buried his face under your chin, teeth scraping across the skin.
"Oh god, I probably smell terrible." you giggled softly as you scratched at his back.
"Incorrect." he muttered, tongue lapping at the crook of your neck.
"Perv." you teased, moving one hand down to grab onto his erection through his thick work pants. He tensed at the feeling, and you pulled away playfully, dancing a foot or two away and snorting a quiet laugh. You could feel the sexual frustration coming off of him in waves, and it fanned the already burning heat in your core.
"God, get the fuck over here." he growled, tugging you against his chest and grabbing a generous handful of your ass. Hearing such gruff language from him sent delicious tingles down your spine. He never cursed.
Your tongues wrestled against one another as you gripped at his shirt, hands quick to move back down to his fly, working it open and tugging at the button until you were able to pull him free, giving him a few steady strokes. He bit into the side of his calloused hand to muffle a moan, and the sound made you shiver in satisfaction. Hooking his fingers into the belt loops of your own bottoms, he wrested your hips close and yanked on the button so hard that you feared he'd tear it off.
That worry was forgotten completely the moment he shoved his free hand down your pants and started touching you.
"Shit." you whined, wriggling, already sensitive from how long you'd been denied his touch.
"I know." he huffed, back to gnawing at your neck and shoulder as he fucked into your hand, his own fingers working your eager flesh just the way you'd shown him to.
It was always like this; the wait between contact left you both obsessing, aching for more, so by the time you managed to have some alone time again, neither of you could last very long. Most of the time, you never even came close to actual penetration.
"Careful." you cautioned as he pressed a bit too rough against you, his hands too strong for his own good as he clearly let his mind wander, his free hand alternating between carding through your hair and tugging at your nipple under your shirt.
"Sorry." he mumbled, hips picking up their pace into your hand. "Need you so bad."
"I need you, too, baby." you whispered, wrapping your arm around his neck and pushing your tongue back into his mouth. The tenderness of it must have hit him just right, because he sunk his teeth back into your shoulder and used the flesh in his mouth to muffle the sound of his groans as he spilled into your hand and all over your stomach. The feeling of it, hot and tingly, against your skin made you whimper and clench, so close to the edge yourself as you continued to stroke him. The mess made your movements slick, and he seemed to gag on a whimper in overstimulation.
Firmly, he pressed you back until you met the wall and kissed you again, sandwiching your arm between your bodies to halt your movement as he continued to stroke and pet at you until you let out a sob into his chest. Once your muscles had stopped twitching from the pleasure, your breathing still uneven, he leaned back, supporting most of your weight against him, and used his untucked shirttail to clean you up.
Smiling up at him in the dim light, you placed a kiss to his throat.
The two of you had barely had a full minute to cuddle against one another, leaned against a potting shelf and panting, before you could hear the somewhat nasally rasp of Deirdre’s voice as she approached. Quickly, Wiseman's hands flew down to fix his fly, and you smoothed your hands over your hair and shirt in an effort to make them look less rumpled. The tall, thin ghoul was fiddling with her wig when she opened the door.
"Oh, hi, boss." she greeted. "Sorry, I didn't know you were in here."
"Hi, Deirdre." he replied, still sounding a bit breathless. "No worries. I was just looking for some more nails for the fence. Can't remember where I stuck them."
Behind him, you held your tongue, hoping she hadn't seen you yet.
"I think I saw them in the other shed." she replied, moving to rifle through a shelf by the door in search of something.
"Ah, thank you." he responded, stepping away from you and casting a look at you over his shoulder that said:
We're going to have to pick a different locale for this next week.
You nodded in agreement before he passed by the dark-haired farm worker on his way out the door. Once he was gone, you were left alone in the corner, and when Deirdre turned back, she caught sight of you. Your gut sunk a bit when you saw a flash of recognition there.
"Sorry. Forgot it was Wednesday." she grinned.
You buried your face in your hand as the door swung shut.
