Ain't So Bad
Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.1k
i want this man to do horrible things to me, i want him to tell me he'll make sure i'm ok when i know full well he's the most dangerous thing around, he's driving me INSANE anyway i'll have a softer thing for him soon!! š¤
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minors DNI!! š cw: dubcon/noncon, restraints, use of 'no' but reader is quick to do as told, restraints, slight threat, gun mention, hair pulling
The sun had thankfully almost set, the long shadows cast by it a welcome relief, though it did mean that night was coming, along with the threats that were its constant companion. But you always assumed you were safe, travelling with your own companion. Especially when that companion was Cooper Howard. Charming, despite his foul attitude that put most people off. Handsome, at least to you, and much to the disappointment of the more āreservedā folks you came across out in the wasteland. And you felt lucky, most of the time, to consider him yours. But you suspected that, while he kept the danger away, that there was a reason for that.
Even predators had something they were afraid of. There was always a greater evil.
And as the darkness fell, his silhouette lit only by the small fire in the corner of the roofless room, you began to realise that Cooper was a lot more dangerous than you had let yourself come to terms with.
āCooper, waitā¦ weāre not safe enough, I donātā¦ā
You trailed off, aware that your words were falling on deaf ears as Cooper dragged his dry lips across your cheek, grazing his teeth against the skin as you felt him pushing you backwards, your spine straightening against the crumbling wall behind you.
āIt aināt so bad out hereā¦ certainly wonāt be when you see what Iāve got in store for you.ā
āPlease, Cooperā¦ no, Coop, I canāt-ā
Interrupted by your own sharp inhale, you held the breath as you watched Cooperās eyes settled on yours, your hands above you head against the wall, his hands tight around your wrists, preventing you from holding him back any further.
āIām here to keep you safe, darlinā. Youāll be fine.ā
His words meant very little against what you knew was lurking out there, and your nerves pushed your protests out of your clamping throat.
āBut Cooper, you know I get scaredā¦ I donāt want to do this, not here.ā
āWell too bad, missyā¦ā
He lifted your hands and slammed them back down again, watching as you winced at the dull pain.
āā¦ it aināt like thereās a nice place I can take a girl like you for something like thisā¦ā
Cooperās grip loosened, one of his hands leaving yours as he fumbled with the belt on his pants. You could have easily pulled away, but you didnāt. You couldnāt be sure why, and you chose not to linger on that thought, luckily distracted from it as Cooperās unbuckled belt clanged, his eyes back towards you.
āā¦Now, are you going to be a good girl and take it?ā
The free hand now drifted to his hip, pushing back his long coat, his palm lazily resting on the holstered gun by his side before he continued speaking. Slowly, clearly, in a low, guttural tone.
āOr am I gonna have to be a bad man and take. It.ā
His stare penetrated you, like he could see through your skull to the wall you were trapped against. Your chest seemed to stay completely still despite the deep breaths you took. When you tried to speak, your tongue stayed flat, your lips trembling, nothing but a squeak of air managing to pass between you.
āI asked you a question.ā
All you offered was a stuttered mumble and a sheepish nod of your head, a smile offered to you by Cooper as he kicked your legs apart with his muddy boot. Two gloved fingers teased at the front of your pants, pulling them away from skin before sinking below the waistband and brushing against your thickened lips. Excitement, adrenaline, fear. All of it passed over you in a heartbeat, your heart fluttering as he removed his hands from you. Bringing the fingers to his lips, he bit down on the leather with his yellowed teeth, tearing off the glove and tossing it to the ground. His fingers were back down quickly, spreading apart your folds. His uncovered fingers delved inside of you, only briefly, before he withdrew that small modicum of pleasure from the otherwise intense and nerve-wracking situation.
As he separated himself from you, your back arched involuntarily away from the wall, your body betraying your protests as you ached for more of his touch.
āMy, myā¦ you sure were fussing a lot for someone who is clearly enjoying themselvesā¦ā
Bringing his two fingers up, he spread them apart, watching carefully as your slick stretched in long strands between them.
āBend over.ā
āCooper, wait, please, I-ā
Gripping your waist, Cooper knocked you off balance and let you fall to the floor, a cloud of dust rising up around you.
āI done enough waitinā, darlinā.ā
As you struggled to get onto all fours, you felt yourself knocked once more, cheek slamming to the ground as your arms were pulled up behind your back. You could feel the rope tightening around your skin, your wrists bound together and stuck against your spine.
āNow listen, you just lie thereā¦ā
He leaned down, whispering into your ear, his hot breath tingling you, making the hairs rise on the back of your neck.
āā¦ and try to keep quiet.ā
Behind you, Cooper fell to his knees, pulling down his own pants before turning his attention to yours, uncovering just enough of you that he knew he could slip himself between your thighs and into your wet, warm cunt without leaving either of you too vulnerable to any surprise guests.
Once his other glove was off, you could feel his palm sliding up your back, cracked nails scratching at the nape of your neck before his fingers gripped your hair. Your back contorted as he lifted your face from the ground, positioning you perfectly for his curved cock, lubed with his own drool which he let drip down from his lips in a long, lewd strand, to slide inside of you with little mercy. He pounded into you once, setting the tone for the rest of the encounter you had to endure.
But he hadnāt lied.
āJust a little longer, darlinā, weāll have you back on two legsā¦ just hng gimmeā¦ ahā¦ fuck, thatās itā¦ā
His brutal pace, the way he was so desperately trying to get to the conclusion, the relief, the pain of the stretch, the heat in your own chest that made you moan in response to the way his cock pulsed within your walls.
But he was true to his word.
Because while one hand was tugging at the hair, fingernails scratching your scalp, his hips bucking into your body, knocking you forward and into the ground, his other hand clutched the shotgun, finger teasing the trigger, tempted to send shots into the air at his climax, but ready to defend you both against anyone, or anything, that threatened to interrupt him.
āSee, darlināā¦ not so bad after all.ā
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