Day 11: Medical Kink/Sub Cooper

Day 11: Medical Kink/Sub Cooper

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows along the walls. In the corner, a metal table gleamed under the light—something Lucy had salvaged from an old clinic. It hadn't been easy to get her hands on, but it was worth the effort. She knew exactly how she wanted to use it tonight. And now, she had Cooper right where she wanted him.

Cooper lay back on the cold metal surface, his body tense but still, his eyes tracking Lucy as she moved around the room. His shirt was off, his ridged, scarred skin catching the light. The air was cool, making his rough skin prickle, and it added a layer of vulnerability he didn't usually show. But he trusted her. That's why he was here, letting her take control, even though it was way outside his comfort zone.

Lucy had always had this weird fascination with the clinical side of things—medicine, anatomy, how the body worked. And with Cooper, who'd been through enough pain and survival for a lifetime, she found herself curious to push it further, something more… intimate. She'd brought it up as a joke at first, but when Cooper hadn't said no, the idea stuck.

Now, as Lucy stood beside the table, wearing an old white button-down she'd found in a bunker, cinched at the waist like some kind of makeshift uniform, she could feel the tension coming off Cooper. Not the bad kind, though. This was different. He was letting her take the reins in a way he rarely did.

"You look nervous," she teased, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves. The sound echoed in the quiet room.

Cooper shifted a little on the table, his hands resting by his sides, showing his restraint. "Not nervous," he muttered, though his voice was a little rougher than usual. "Just… waiting to see what you're up to."

Lucy smirked, letting her fingers skim lightly over the metal instruments laid out next to him—bandages, a scalpel, a thermometer, and a few other odds and ends she'd scavenged. The sight of them sent a thrill through her, the tension between them thick with a mix of dominance and submission that made her heart race.

"Well," she said, her voice dropping as she stepped closer, "tonight, you're my patient. And I'm gonna take real good care of you."

Cooper's eyes flicked up to meet hers, a curious glint in them as he watched her closely. "Is that so?" he muttered, his lips pulling into a small, knowing smile. "You think you can handle me?"

Lucy chuckled softly, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on his forehead, her hands trailing lightly over his chest. His skin felt cool and rough under her fingers, those deep ridges from the ghoul transformation making her want to explore him even more. "Oh, I can handle you," she murmured, her voice dripping with confidence. "The real question is… can you handle what I'm about to do?"

Cooper swallowed, his body tensing up as Lucy's gloved hands slid over his chest, down his stomach, toward his waistband. It was a strange feeling, almost clinical, and it made him shiver, hyper-aware of every touch. His cock gave a little twitch, but he stayed still, letting her lead.

Her fingers hovered right above his waistband, her eyes locking onto his as she flashed a wicked grin. "You're gonna stay still for me, Mr. Howard," she said, her voice low and commanding. "I'm just here to make sure everything's in working order."

Cooper's breath hitched at her words, his fingers flexing slightly by his sides. "Yes, ma'am," he muttered, his voice rough with anticipation.

Lucy's grin widened. She loved when he got like this. Slowly, she unbuttoned his pants, just enough to free his cock. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed as her fingers, still gloved, brushed against him. But he stayed still, giving her control.

"Good boy," she whispered, her voice full of praise as her fingers trailed lightly over his cock, feeling it twitch beneath her touch. "You're being such a good boy for me."

Cooper groaned softly, his head falling back a little as he closed his eyes. The feel of her gloved hands was different—slow, deliberate, not like their usual rough-and-tumble. This was something else entirely.

Lucy reached for the thermometer on the tray, holding it up to his lips. "Open wide," she said softly, a teasing smile dancing on her lips.

Cooper hesitated for just a second before obeying, opening his mouth to let her slip it in. It felt strange, but the submissiveness of the moment sent a rush of excitement through him he didn't expect. His body was already reacting to her control, the way she guided him through this clinical game, and it made him harder than he thought possible.

As the thermometer stayed in place, Lucy's hand slid lower, wrapping around his cock. Her grip was slow and steady, the cool feel of the latex making each stroke more intense. Cooper's breath hitched, his body fighting to stay still, but it was almost too much.

"You're doing so well," Lucy murmured, her eyes flicking up to watch his face as she continued to stroke him. "Just hold on a little longer."

Cooper groaned around the thermometer, his hips jerking slightly as her hand moved faster, the mix of clinical control and strange intimacy pushing him toward the edge. He could feel the pressure building, but he wasn't in control tonight—she was.

After a moment, Lucy pulled the thermometer from his mouth, setting it aside as she leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Looks like you're heating up." Her voice was soft but full of promise. "Guess we'll have to cool you down."

Before he could respond, Lucy grabbed a small bottle of antiseptic from the tray. Carefully, she opened the cap and let a few cool drops fall onto his cock. The sudden sensation made Cooper shudder, his breath coming in short bursts as the cold liquid slid down his skin.

"Fuck, Lucy," he muttered, his voice strained, the cold mixing with the heat of his arousal sending shocks through his system.

Lucy smirked, her hand moving slowly, spreading the liquid across his cock in careful strokes. "It's Doctor Lucy," she corrected him, leaning down to brush her lips against his neck. "And I told you, I'm going to take care of you."

Cooper groaned, his body trembling as the tension built up. The strange mix of sensations—the cold antiseptic, the heat from her breath, and the tight grip of the gloves—pushed him closer and closer. He wanted to come, but he wasn't about to break the control she had.

"You're gonna stay still for me," Lucy said, her voice steady as she sped up her strokes. "You'll come when I say so. Not before."

Cooper's breath hitched, his body wound tight as a spring, and he barely managed to whisper, "Yes… yes, ma'am."

Lucy's grin widened, her hand tightening just a little as she moved faster, her fingers creating a sensation that was nothing like anything Cooper had felt before. The clinical touch, mixed with the control she held over him, sent a rush through his entire body. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, ready to explode.

"Now," Lucy whispered, her voice low and commanding. "Come for me, Mr. Howard."

Cooper's body jerked, his cock pulsing in her hand as he came hard, spilling over her glove and onto his stomach. The intensity of it left him gasping for air, his whole body shaking as the pleasure ripped through him, leaving him completely spent.

Lucy kept her hand on him, still gently stroking as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice full of warmth and pride. "You did so well."

Cooper lay back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but somehow that made it even better. Exhilarating.

Lucy smiled down at him, her eyes soft as she started to clean him up, her hands still careful. "I think I'll have to schedule another appointment for you," she teased, her voice playful but knowing. "Follow-up care is crucial, you know."

Cooper's breathing was still uneven, but he managed a small laugh, his body relaxing. "Yeah, I think I'll need it," he muttered, his voice hoarse but teasing, meeting her gaze with a flicker of amusement. "You're thorough, Doc."

Lucy grinned, wiping away the last traces of him from his skin. "I pride myself on my work," she replied, her tone mock-serious as she leaned in closer, brushing her lips against his ear. "And it looks like you're going to need regular checkups, just to be sure."

Cooper's breath caught at her words, his body still sensitive, but the promise of more and the playful gleam in her eyes sent a warmth through him. He didn't know how she always managed to keep him on edge, pushing him just enough, but he couldn't deny how much he loved it.

"Think you can handle it?" Lucy asked, her fingers lightly grazing the ridges of his chest, teasing him even more. "You're not too fragile for me, are you?"

Cooper snorted, lifting a hand to grab her waist, his hand squeezing lightly as he gave her a lopsided grin. "Fragile? I'm just getting warmed up," he muttered, though there was a tiredness in his voice that gave him away. He was trying to act tough, but the exhaustion was creeping in, and Lucy could see it in the way his eyelids drooped, his breathing evening out.

Lucy smirked, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead as she leaned down to kiss him again, softer this time. "We'll see about that," she teased, her lips grazing his. "But for now, you need to rest."

Cooper groaned softly but didn't argue. He was wiped, and they both knew it. Lucy pulled away, setting the used gloves and the rest of the supplies aside. She wasn't exactly trained in aftercare, but she'd picked up on how important it was over time. Cooper wasn't the kind of guy to admit when he needed to take a breather, but she could always tell.

After cleaning up, she slid into bed beside him, curling up close. His body was still warm, a little shaky, but she could feel him calming down, the tension melting away. He shifted to wrap an arm around her, pulling her in as he let out a long, slow breath.

"Thanks," he mumbled, his voice low and rough, barely audible.

Lucy smiled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "Anytime," she whispered, feeling the rise and fall of his chest steady out as he relaxed even more.

They lay there in comfortable silence, the soft hum of the wasteland outside a distant memory as the quiet of the room wrapped around them. Lucy felt her own body start to relax, the adrenaline from earlier fading into a warm, sleepy feeling. This was the part she loved the most—after all the tension, all the teasing, just being close like this.

"Next time," Cooper murmured after a while, his voice thick with sleep, "you're the patient."

Lucy chuckled softly, her eyes closing as she nestled deeper into his side. "We'll see," she replied, already drifting off, her mind still buzzing with the memory of their night. She didn't need to be in control all the time, but it was fun while it lasted. And with Cooper, she knew there would always be a next time.