♡ ˖ . ݁ — ℛory, british, bisexual, she/her, mediocre writer, elliott smith + blood orange + fiona apple enthusiast, serial rambler, multi–fandom blog, i love skins, the walking dead, american horror story & yellow jackets. ask to be mutuals xo
What are your thoughts on season 13 of AHS and the cast of Coven coming back for a new season around Coven?
i’m so excited tbh!!! i’m hoping that ryan murphy will do it justice because of how much i love coven, but i’m scared it’ll be the final season 😔💔 i also hope that madison will be alive again and not forgotten about xx
✝︎ summary : confessing to cook that you want to be more than just another girl he fucks, wondering if he will reciprocate.
✝︎ word count : 1.5k
✝︎ warnings : smut, fluff, situationship, piv, use of pet names, f!reader.
note : first cook fic, i haven’t posted in a long time so i hope you enjoy this!!!! (btw the title is inspired by the 2hollis song, i really recommend listening) xo, lisboncy
fucking cook means being in a constant state of uncertainty. it means every time you think you’re in control, you’re thrown for a loop. his kisses are soft. they’re genuine. he makes you feel like you're the only girl in the world. no matter how gentle his hold, you’re reminded of how unlikely a future with him is. and it definitely isn’t because you don’t want one—rather, he just wasn’t the kind that dated.
you were at a party that apparently the whole teenage population of bristol was invited to. it wasn’t until you were isolated in a corner drinking cheap alcohol out of a plastic cup that you were equipped with great disdain for your friends, if you could even call them that. they had left you about 30 minutes ago to pursue some private school wankers. god, you hated them.
practically drowning in the noise of the party, you hoped nobody would notice that you were here for the sole purpose of free drinks. and the slight chance of seeing him.
that was when you spotted him, cook, just entering surrounded by his usual crowd of freddie and jj. when he glanced over at you he was sporting that familiar grin that meant he was up to no good. you smiled back at him, watching intently as he patted jj’s back goodbye and approached you with a haughty stride.
“hiya, cupcake.” he greeted jovially. his eyes dropped to your lips, then back up. he moved his mouth to your ear to whisper-shout, “fancy a shag?” it was so unbelievably typical of him.
yet you complied, “it’d be weird of me not to.” and it would be. despite his mixed signals on how he felt about you romantically, you were never one to turn down a shag. he chuckled, inching closer, his hands shifting to your waist. consequently, your grasp moved to his neck as the both of you kissed with so much passion.
you broke the kiss to catch your breath, and he took this pause as an invitation to mutter a soft, “follow me, princess.” and once again, you complied. his fingers were intertwined with yours, leading you to the only unoccupied room that hardly classified, it was a small closet filled with leftover boxes. he flipped a switch to reveal warm lighting, “what d’ya think?” he questioned, seemingly thrilled.
“cosy.” you beamed. it didn’t bother you, and it clearly didn’t bother him one bit. immediately you noticed the smell on his clothes intensified, it was a mixture of spliff and whatever cologne he had lying around.
the pair of you scrambled, removing articles of each others clothing while still kissing. your hands caressed his face, feeling your underwear get progressively wetter at his touch. cook pressed his body closer against yours and you moaned upon feeling his bulge. he groaned into the kiss. one of his hands gripped your ass and the other was unclipping your bra in one fluent swoop.
“you’re so hot.” he panted, cupping your boobs like they were his lifeline. by then, you were in just your miniskirt and soaking panties, which he promptly removed. he wasted no time directing his touch to your lower half, tracing along your sensitivities. much to his enjoyment, this resulted in a lewd gasp from you. his fingers drew soft circles on your clit. yours went straight to his hair, tugging on it slightly as a way to stay composed.
he couldn’t even begin to describe how much he enjoyed feeling you fall apart under his touch. once he had felt like he got you worked up enough, he removed his hand and instead inserted two of his other fingers inside you, curling them at an angle that almost made you come undone right on him. “you fuckin’ like that?” he cooed. you rest your head on his shoulder, moaning to an extent that was uncontrollable, burying your head deep into his neck. you managed to elicit a response of affirmation through a suppressed moan. when you were almost at your breaking point, he stopped abruptly and you faced him with an insatiable gaze.
the air was thick with sensuality, he grinned and brought the two fingers that previously lied inside you to his lips and licked them clean. “my turn.” he unzipped his slacks, removing all the obstacles to unleash his twitching erection. you grew impatient as the moment progressed. eventually, you were back to making out, but this time you had your back to the wall and your arms slung around his neck for stability. cook lifted you by the legs, slowly inserting his dick inside you. it wasn’t such a hard task, considering the slippery mess in between your thighs. right away, he let out a groan of relief. “oh fuuck—” he exhaled, breath hitching. “you’re so tight.” he began thrusting deeper into you, fastening at your moans of pleasure. you rocked your hips urgently. he didn’t know how long he could last.
wet shaky breaths of the both you echoed through the room, disguised by the obnoxiously loud music booming beyond the door. rhythmically, he thrust into you. the both of you became audibly closer to a climax, you even called out his name through your bitten lip; “cook—” your head was thrown back, continuing to take his every inch. movements became frantic and sloppy, attempting to reach an end. “i’m almost finished.” you pleaded, voice weak.
“yeah? come for me.” he challenged. your back arched, within a moment your body grew limp. he removed his cock and began putting his clothes on again.
as you got dressed, you turned to see cook ready and watching you get changed. “perv.” you accused, but you didn’t mind it. you honestly enjoyed knowing that he was watching.
he chuckled and revealed his cheeky smirk, “nothing i haven’t seen before.” you couldn’t help but notice his collar was a mess, so you took it upon yourself to fix it. “since you’re already here, might aswell give me a kiss darlin.” he joked. he leaned forwards and pointed to his puckered lips.
you shot him a playful stare, “a thank you would've sufficed.” regardless, you used his collar to pull him closer and kissed him. cook’s arms revisited your waist. for a moment, you were back to making out. you moved your hands from his chest to his face. then, you broke the kiss and left him with a content smile. his arms loosened around you. “that’s enough.” you hummed, tone laced with affection.
it had been forever since you came to terms with never being more than a fling with cook, so why was it so hard to accept now? you were lost in thought when he asked with furrowed brows, “what’s wrong?”
“nothing.” you smiled, looking back up at him with what would’ve been passed off as genuine if it wasn’t for your lack of eye contact.
cook held your hand, deliberate but still careful, “tell me.” his demeanour quickly switched to a serious one.
you took a deep breath, it’s like something in the air convinced you to confront your weighing feelings. “i like you. i like you a lot and i don’t want to just be some girl you have sex with in a stupid closet.” right away, you felt the heat rising to your cheeks. you were so afraid of what he'd say.
rather, he paused. you could hardly tell what the look on his face meant and quite frankly, you were worried. for once he had no retorts. no comment making fun of you. then he swallowed. hard. finally, he muttered, “well fuck.” he scratched his head and ran a hand through his hair. then quietly, “you serious?”
“dead.” you answered. he exhaled sharply. he stepped forward and looked you in the eye, the mood changing to something more tender. his thumb brushed against your cheeks, warm with embarrassment and a fear of rejection. and then he kissed you, again. it was a different kind of kiss. not a messy, drunk kiss like before. this one was authentic. raw even.
when he pulled back, his cheeks were slightly tinted pink, this had never happened to him before. “i'm not good at feelings,” he mumbled it awkwardly, as if he was nervous. it was unlike his usual careless self. “but i like you too.” he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling exposed. he couldn't believe he had just said that. it was cook after all, he broke hearts without thinking. so he did the only thing he could think of; he held your hand. except this time it wasn't to sleep with you. then, he yanked you out the closet without another word.
guiding you through the crowds, he dodged people that tried to talk to him as he passed, giving lazy nods and grins. he held your hand tight. not letting go for anyone. once you were outside and faced by the cool breeze, you slowed down. he turned to face you under a flickering streetlight and his signature smirk reappeared. “tell me more about your crush.” he mocked.
