Hotter ‘n TNT
Summary: Cooper doesn’t take too kindly to another ghoul flirting with you.
Pairing: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x Fem! Reader
WC: 3.3k
Warnings: mdni, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, NO pinv sex, light fingering, blowjobs, degradation, coop calls r whore and slut but she’s into it, hickeys, radioactive cum, banter, mean cooper but rlly he’s so in love with you it’s disgusting
Notes: In celebration of Season 2 launching, here’s a little smutshot of our favorite cowboy ghoul! Im so sorry It’s two weeks late, but enjoy! And I know gob is entirely ooc, but just go with it. not proofread
Megaton wasn’t the first, nor the fifth, and certainly not the tenth choice Cooper would have chosen. But his girl was too much of a bleeding heart, and when a poor ghoul mother mentioned how she wished she knew if her son, Gob, was still alive in Megaton, off they went to the shithole of a town.
Cooper had been here before, many, many years ago, and nothing had changed. Sure, some fool has disarmed the giant bomb in the middle of town years ago, thus ensuring the townsfolk weren’t eviscerated by the nuclear bomb smack dab in the middle of town (Cooper would have said good riddance, but alas). But the people in question were still ungrateful, still bigoted in their views of ghouls, and still willing to do whatever it took to get a few caps, chems, or fucks. He supposes that’s what every place was like these days.
“Come on, Coop! We’re almost there!” You yell excitedly, and he rolls his eyes — he’s told you countless times that it’s dangerous to be loud in the nightmare that is the Wasteland. Sure, it had only been a year since you crawled out of your vault in search of your daddy, but still. He thought he had taught you better.
Megaton is a sight for sore eyes, literally. The walls are huge pieces of scrap all stitched together like pre-War Frankenstein. Cooper sees that the robot, who he can’t remember the name of, is still on duty.
“Hel-lo, welcome to Meg-a-ton.” The robot says, and his girl cooes at it. You’ve always had a fascination with the automatrons.
“Hello! Thank you!” You giggle, and Cooper could feel what was left of his lips twitch in a smirk. God, he would never understand how someone so innocent could be as depraved as he knew you were. His cock twitches in his pants at the thought. If he remembers, Megaton had a ‘hotel’…
The humongous doors open with a deafening screech that makes his girl's face scrunch up in a grimace.
“Wow, would you look at that…,” you murmur, eyes wide with wonder. Cooper snorts, she’s taking in the landscape — more houses dot along inside the walls than twenty years ago, but other than that, the place is still a dump.
“Howdy, name’s Lucas Simms,” a black man in a duster and sheriff hat stalks up the metal stairs, before stopping in front of you. You grin kindly at him, reaching out to take his offered hand in a shake. Cooper inwardly groans — you’re far too kind.
You introduce yourself, and nod to Cooper who just narrows his eyes at the sheriff.
“I’m looking for a man. A ghoul? Um, his name is…. What was it, Coop?” You turn and look up at him, a slight pout to your lips. He smirks, you’ve always had such a bad memory when it comes to names. He’s surprised you even remembered the name of Megaton.
“Gob.”
“Gob! That’s it! So, have ya seen him?”
Lucas nods, “Oh yeah, only ghoul in town is Gob. He runs Moriarty — sorry, Gob’s Saloon. Just up that there rampart.”
The skin where Cooper’s eyebrows used to be raise in surprise. He remembers Moriarty, an asshole who was obsessed with sex and beating on his workers — or, indentured servants.
“Thanks!”
With that, you reach behind and grab Cooper’s hand, tugging him along. As you both pass the bomb, he can tell you’re fascinated by the sight. Maybe he’ll give you a history lesson on it while your mouth is wrapped nicely around his cock later tonight.
The ramparts creak and sway as they make their way up, until the view of Gob’s Saloon comes up. Cooper looks at the sign, noticing that Moriarty’s name is scratched out in red paint.
“Do you know Gob?” You ask, turning to look at him.
“Not every ghoul knows each other, darlin’,” the southern drawl of his is thick and low.
He watches as your eyes widen in realization at how crass your question sounded.
“Oh God I — I just meant — well, you’ve been here before so I thought maybe —.”
Cooper turns you around, backing you up against the door to the saloon. He grabs your jaw, gently rubbing a gloved thumb along your cheekbone.
“Relax, darlin’. I’m jus’ kiddin’. Nah, I don’t know ‘im.”
Cooper generally doesn’t care for public displays of his affection for you, but you just looked so pitiful, small tears gathering in the corner of your eyes at his teasing. What was he going to do with you?
“We should… probably stop blocking the door…,” you mumble, but neither of you make a move to move away. You’re still staring up at him with love in your eyes, and Cooper swoops down to press a searing kiss to your lips.
He licks into the seam of your mouth, and then roughly pulls himself away just as you’re moaning into him. He has to leave you wanting, after all.
“After you, doll,” he smirks.
You roll your eyes playfully, and he can tell you’re feeling flustered and pent up. It has been awhile since he’s fucked you, a lot longer than he would like — but being hunted down by all manner of monsters would do that to people.
The air inside the saloon is musty and liquor wafts heavily through his nose holes. A dozen people stop what they’re doing and turn their heads towards the unlikely duo. Cooper sees more than a few faces twist in disgust at him. Smirking, he pats your ass as a way to tell you to ‘hurry the fuck up’, and also as a way to one up the prejudiced Wastelanders.
You walk confidently towards the bar, smiling politely at the ghoul manning the station. Cooper side steps from the door and leans his back against the metal wall, crossing his arms and tipping his hat down. He’s got his eyes on you. And the ghoul — who can only be Gob — as he looks you up and down.
The chatter of the saloon picks up, but it’s not enough to not be able to hear you.
“How can I help you Smoothskin? We got beer, wine, Nuka-Cola,” the bartender says.
You think for a moment, turning your head to look back at Cooper, who’s staring at you entirely unimpressed.
‘Hurry up’, he mouths.
You turn, “Just a Nuka-Cola, please.”
Sitting on the creaky barstool, you sigh in bliss from getting off your sore feet. The bartender reaches under the counter, producing an ice cold Nuka-Cola.
“Five caps.”
“Oh, are you sure? The sign says ten,” you say, looking at the mishmashed sign behind him. Copper rolls his eyes — even after a year, you’re still too honest.
He watches as the ghoul smiles, something burning in his milky eyes that Cooper doesn’t like — not one bit. You really need to get this show on the road.
“For you? Five. Now tell me, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a shithole like Megaton?”
You take a swig of the sugary drink, sighing in pleasure from the refreshment.
“Are you Gob?” You ask, smiling sweetly at the necrotic man.
He wheezes, nodding in what can only be sudden trepidation, “Y-Yes. Who wants to know?”
Your face lights up, before you’re digging into the pocket of your Vault suit. Producing a crumpled letter, you hold it out to Gob.
His flayed fingers grasp the paper, the skin brushing your own with purpose. From the way your back goes pin-rod straight, Cooper knows you’re flustered. His hands tighten in the leather of his duster.
Cooper was never a patient man, and god damn did you not try his patience every day.
Truly, he should get a medal for not blowing the other ghouls brains out right then and there. But he takes a wheezing inhale from his nose, and settles back against the wall.
“What’s this?”
“From Carol, your mom? She really misses you.”
Even from here Cooper can see the tears glisten in the ghouls eyes. He watches in silent anger as you gasp and lean forward, placing a warm hand on the other ghouls arm, gently rubbing up and down in comfort.
“Are you okay?”
He can just picture the worried pout on your face, the crease of wrinkles between your eyebrows you get when you’re frowning.
“I’m okay,” Gob wheezes. “Thank you Smoothskin, this… this means everything to me. I’ll write to her, send it on the next caravan.”
Gob’s eyes flick rapidly as he reads the letter before stuffing it in his cargo pants. Even from here, Cooper can see the look in the ghouls eyes. He knows you won’t be able to decipher that look — you never have been quite good at that. But Cooper sure knows what it means though, because he’s seen it from many Wastelanders when they look at you. Lust.
Cooper’s hackles raise, and his arms fall to his sides. His hand reaches for his pistol. If that ghoul even thinks about —.
Gob’s mottled hand falls to clench yours, thumb rubbing the smooth skin of the back of your hand, “If there’s anything I can do for you…”.
Cooper stalks over to you, ripping you from the other ghouls hands before you can even think to respond.
“A room,” he growls, eyes brimming with deadly promises.
He sees the way Gob’s eyes widen, looking at you, then him, then back at you and back at him. A lightbulb goes off behind his milky eyes. Then, he gulps in unadulterated fear, and all Cooper can think is good.
“Twen-Twenty caps,” he stammers, and Cooper digs out the correct amount before slamming it down and taking your hand, leading you up the stairs. All the way, he’s grumbling under his breath, and you’re as silent as a dead Radroach, hand weakly grasping his. The room is small, a twin bed shoved against the wall and a chair in the corner.
He slings you around and pushes you gently on the shoulders, making you stumble into the room. Slamming the metal door behind him, he’s quick to push you towards the bed.
You fall unceremoniously, a squeal peeling from your pretty lips.
“Coop! What are you doing?!”
Cooper stands between your parted legs, leather gloved hands coming down to rest on the underside of your upper thighs. He squeezes the fat of them almost painfully, a snarl on his lips.
“No, what were you doin’, flirtin’ with that damn boy.”
His eyes are darkened with barely concealed jealousy, and lust. Fuck, if he doesn’t get his cock stuffed inside you right this instant he’s going to lose his mind.
You blubber in disbelief, “I — I wasn’t — what are you even on about!”
Cooper leans over you, necrotic face inches from your own. His breath mingles with yours, teeth bared back. Brown eyes narrow, and a smirk suddenly tugs his lips.
“Reckon you know exactly what I’m on about, darlin’,” gloved fingers trail along the cloth of your suit, and — not for the first time — Cooper wished you didn’t insist on wearing the damn thing. Too much work to get it off, but damn if he didn’t love how it hugged each and every curve of your body. You could put the Venus de Milo to shame, and Cooper believed that with every ounce of his being. He had eyes, after all.
“I surely don’t,” you say, but Cooper sees the way your pupils dilate, the way your breath stutters and eyelashes flare against your cheeks too deliberately to be an accident. His girl was a charmer, after all.
He grins raggedly, using a skilled hand to slowly unzip your Vault suit. You aren’t wearing a bra underneath — with how damn tight the suits are, there’s hardly room — and your cleavage spills out modestly. Cooper licks his lips, eyes trained on the smooth and unblemished skin of your breasts.
“That right? No clue at all, huh?” He mumbles, mouthing at your bare neck. His rugged lips carve wet hot paths along the even skin, running his tongue along your pulse point. He feels the way your shiver in his grasp, the way you inhale sharply when his teeth graze your skin just a tad bit rougher than is safe for one in his condition. He could just eat you up, and hell if he ain’t goin’ to.
Your eyelashes bat roguishly, “Not a one, cowboy.”
Cooper’s been hard for no less than an hour (which is a feat in and of itself nowadays), but Jesus does that one little word get his cock springing up like a pre-War Jack-in-the-Box.
He grins against your neck, nipping hard and laving his tongue on the sore spot.
Cooper tears your suit down so your entire top half is exposed to the warm air of the room, and he watches as your puffy nipples harden, licking his rad burned lips in desire. A rough fingertip runs over one, and you shiver in his hold.
“Fuckin’ hotter ‘n tnt, baby…,” he growls, voice a raspy dulcet as he bends down to take a bud in his overly hot mouth. It’s an instant reaction from you — a low moan, back arching, and thighs hooking higher on his waist.
“What should I do with you, hmm?” He mumbles into your skin, tasting the salt and musk from your smoothness. His fingers run along the planes of your stomach, drawing goosebumps from the flesh.
Meeting your panty line, he stops.
“Please, Coop, don’t tease…,” you wine, arching into his delicious touch.
“Now honey, I don’t think you’re in any position to order me around,” he chuckles, “I think you should be doin’ what I say, don’tcha think?”
His hips press further against you, rutting his hard cock into the soft seam of your clothed cunt. You whine at the friction, “But I haven’t done anything!”
His fingers dip under your panties, and slither down until they meet your wetness. The leather of his gloves is cold, and rough, and oh so delicious.
He presses hard against your clit, a gasp tearing from your pretty lips.
“No? So you didn’t bat those lil’ eyes of yours at that boy? Didn’t give him one of those sultry lil’ smiles?” Cooper growls, pressing harder into your clitoris with his thumb, two of his fingers going downward until he’s bunching the soaked fabric of your panties into your fluttering hole.
“Lookin’ like a gotdang whore in heat with the way ya fawned over ‘im,” he laughs, a dark sound that has no joy. You whine as you press your hips further into his palm, the fabric of your panties deliciously dragging inside your cunt.
“I — I wasn’t! I was just bein’ nice, Coop,” you mumble, tears of frustration leaking from your eyes. Cooper didn’t often get jealous, but when he did, he was a menace. More so than usual. And it lit up your loins like hellfire every time.
Cooper leans over you, his hot tongue licking up your tears. He can feel the way you clench at that, and he chuckles.
Cooper’s skilled fingers finally move your flimsy underwear, before teasing your sopping slit. You can hear the schlick as he slides against you.
“Nice don’t mean touchin’ and rubbin’ darlin’, not when you ain’t doin’ it t’me,” Cooper’s southern drawl is getting thicker by the minute, and a fresh wave of arousal runs out of you, smearing against the leather of his gloves. He pushes a gloved finger into you, all the way to the knuckle. The stretch is delicious, and the rough material of the gloves makes you keen into his palm, babbling nonsense falling from your lips.
Cooper laughs, trailing his lips along the bare skin of your collarbones and breasts. A tight coil builds in your gut, and your hips buck into his thrusting fingers faster and faster.
You whimper, grasping at anything you can — in this case, his shoulders. You tug him towards you so his chest is pressed against yours, and you lean up to kiss him. Only, he tilts his head at the last minute, and you barely graze his jaw.
“Cooper…,” you whine. “You know I only want y-you!”
Cooper raises a nonexistent brow, “That right? Well, if y’want only me, reckon you should prove it.”
He withdraws his fingers inside you, and your eyes fly open in disbelief. The coil of pleasure inside you ebbs away, but a moan tears through your mouth when your ghoul raises his fingers to the light and licks off your slick, all while staring you down.
“Delicious as apple pie, darlin’. Now, why don’t ya get on your knees and prove how much y’want ol’ Coop?”
Although you scowl like it’s a punishment, Cooper knows the second thing you love most in this world is sucking on his cock like a pre-War popsicle.
Cooper steps out of your parted thighs, waiting.
You stare up at him, mad and as horny as you’ve ever been. God, Cooper was insufferable.
Your knees hit the ground before you knew what was happening, and you were quick to unlock his buckle, pawing at his zipper until the rusted thing went down.
Cooper never wore underwear, his mottled cock springing out and up towards his abdomen.
“Look at you, so eager. Like a good lil’ slut, huh?”
Cooper knew he didn’t have the nicest looking cock on the block, but the way you always looked at it? Like it was the hottest piece of meat you’ve ever seen? Never failed to get his chest puffing in pride.
He grasps the base of his cock, thumb digging into a pit on the side of it. Precum leaks from the ruddy tip and he hisses, tapping your plump lips with the head of his cock.
“Go on, lick it,” he grunts.
The kitten lick you give, tongue pressing gingerly against the slit of his cockhead, makes him huff.
“C’mon, y’can do better than that,” he groans, pushing the head of his cock past your plush lips. You whimper around the tip of him, drool leaking past the corners of your mouth as he stretches you wide.
Cooper’s head falls back, eyes shut as he grunts in pleasure, “Fuuuck. Knew there was a reason I kept ya ‘round.”
You know that isn’t the only reason, but the way he says it — guttural and southern drawl thick — makes your cunt clench around nothing.
Humming around his cock, you’re quick to bring your hands up to the parts of his shaft you can’t reach with your mouth. Your tongue grazes the striations on the side of his cock, thumb digging hard into the pit near the base of him, just how he likes it.
You start a steady pace, bobbing your head up and down on his grooved length. Cooper watches as you release his tip with a pop, circling your tongue around the fat head while twisting your wrists around his throbbing cock, before dragging that pretty pink tongue along the underside of his cock.
“Shit — fuck. That ghoul don’t know what he’s missin’. But you’re all mine — aren’tcha?” Cooper growls, fisting your hair in his hands and forcing you so far down his cock you choke, tears leaking from your eyes.
But he can tell you love it with the way your thighs press together.
He laughs, breathless, “You’re such a whore, a lil’ meanness is all it takes to get you dumb and needy, ain’t it?”
His voice is thick with lust as he thrusts his hips rapidly against your face, cock nudging further down your esophagus until you well and truly can’t breathe.
You look up at him prettily, tears in your eyes as you moan around his length, the vibrations causing his eyes to roll back into his head.
His grip tightens, and that’s all the warning you get before he’s spilling his hot seed down your throat.
Cooper pulls out after a minute, his radioactive cum dribbling past your lips. He bends down, thumb bringing the wayward semen back into your mouth.
With a feral grin, he says, “I ain’t done with you yet, darlin’.”
