“Y’want me to pop your Cherry.”
Virgin!reader x wanton!Cook.
Uhh hello Skins smut.. but it’s Cook of course. He has a girlfriend who’s your sister, Seraphine, but she’s a hard case and doesn’t exactly treat him the way a girlfriend should. After countless verbal and physical abuse, Cook gets tired of her behaviour overtime, and slowly withdrawals from his relationship with Seraphine. He meets you, her sister, an innocent sweet girl who hasn’t felt the touch of a man before.. and when he learns you’re a virgin? He goes FERAL!
A/N: this is my first writing okay, also TW.. he’s cheating. Yes. Cheating on his toxic girlfriend with her sister 😭 I came up with this idea while watching videos on YouTube about like boyfriends dumping their toxic ex’s.. idk. I was bored but honestly, it was worth it since it gave me a beautiful idea for Cook. I hate writing cause I’m high insecure of it like idk I think it’s bad, but IDK UGHHH I NEVER KNOW ANYTHING.. anyway, Mwah mwah, enjoy.
Tws: cheating, smut, p in v (no protection), consensual, reader catching Cook masturbating, fingering, oral, physical abuse and verbal abuse (because of Seraphine), losing virginity, first time, dirty talk, pet names, just a bit of CNC I think. IDK I THINK ITS LIKE A BITT OF CNC.
Also, this isn’t proof read.. LMAO.
It was early in the morning when you heard shouting outside of your door, warmth spilling in from between the cracks in your blinds, casting soft beams of light over your bed. Your limbs were tangled in your sheets. you began to stir because of how ridiculously loud your sister was yelling outside your door. You already knew who she was yelling at because of the cruel verbal insults she was throwing. Her poor boyfriend: Cook.
“You’re an absolute fucking cunt! The mall rung me up this morning and told me you stole from this makeup store ! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Seraphine screamed, a loud crash echoing throughout the hallway. It sounded like something shattering. It was most likely another vase. She’d broken at least ten this week over the most stupidest shit like Cook eating one donut. One. When she had a packet of ten all to herself.
Cook scoffed. “I dint fuckin’ steal, just looked at eyeliner so I knew what to get you.” He shouted back. The yelling went on for several minutes, and you’d decided you had enough. You got out of bed and changed out of your pyjamas, picking a simple off shoulder band tee along with a black mini skirt that left little to the imagination. You slipped out of your room, scanning the hallway. They were gone now. “Weird.” You mutter to yourself.
You descend the stairs, humming a tune under your breath, only for a glass cup to come flying your way. You yelp, ducking down as it hurls past your head, grazing just the tip of your hair. It hits the wall behind you and shatters into tiny pieces. Seraphine’s crashing out, throwing countless dishes everywhere while screaming at her boyfriend. Poor guy. He didn’t deserve this shit treatment from her over eyeliner. What a bitch. “Oi, calm down!” You shout.
Seraphine’s head snaps towards your direction, Cook’s aswell, but he looks confused. “Who are you?” He squints at you like he’s trying to analyse your— well — everything. It almost makes you huff out a small laugh. Instead, you just rub the back of your neck awkwardly like you don’t belong there. “I- uh..”
Seraphine rudely interrupts. “My loser virgin sister. The girl everyone bitches about at school because she hasn’t felt the proper touch of a man.. at all,” she scoffs, placing a hand on her hip. “All good looks and perfect little body, yet she can’t get her hands on a single boy.” Her words drip with venom. She’s a blunt bitch, doesn’t go for secret animosity does he? She doesn’t care who’s her family or not, she just goes straight to being a total fucking bitch and insults anyone who she thinks is below her because she’s popular and ‘everyone wants her.’ How plastic.
Cook looks between you and your sister, but his eyes settle on your for a moment longer. Lingering. His eyes have narrowed, flicking up and down your form. You don’t know if he’s being judgemental or if he’s stripping you down with his eyes. Awkward as ever, you step into the kitchen slowly. “You don’t need to be a bitch about everyone’s reputation..” you retort, nudging her ankle with your foot. She gasps dramatically and flips her hair over her shoulder. “Am I wrong though? If you weren’t a virgin, I bet you’d be slutting around like a bimbo.” Her words burn, making your fists clench tightly. She really did have this effect where she could get on everyone’s nerves. “What, so I’d be like you?” You snap, and her eyes widen.
Cook snorts, snickering quietly in the background. Next thing you know, Seraphine’s violent again, throwing plates at Cook hoping it’d hit him square in the head. You rush out like you’re escaping a war zone, slamming the door behind you and leaning against it, giggling under your breath.
By midnight the arguing finally comes to a halt. You know your sister, always being hostile in mornings then suddenly deciding that nothing happened and she’s a sweet cuddly thing instead of a plate throwing demon with no soul.
You leave your room, yawning, back arched, arms stretched above your head. You can hear noises coming from the bathroom, the sound of heavy panting and slick wet noises. Curious, you sneak towards the door. How convenient that it’s cracked open just enough for you to take a peek. You look through the crack, only to see Cook in there with his hand wrapped around his cock, hot and heavy, precome smeared across his skin. He was stroking his length with incredible speed, his head tipped back in pleasure. He was watching himself in the mirror, fingers squeezing around the base. “Fuck..” he breathed, a soft groan escaping him, hips jerking into his hand.
Your breath hitched. Your cheeks flushed. Every inch of your body was burning. Out of everything you had seen today, you didn’t expect this. You didn’t expect ANYTHING close to this. You couldn’t tear your gaze away, eyes locked on the thick girth in his hand. You felt heat pool between your thighs, rubbing them up against each-other to relieve yourself a bit. Your eyes followed Cook as he presses his cock onto the edge of the sink, porcelain cold against his tip. He grinds against it, a whine slipping from his lips. God he was dirty. With one last thrust of his hips, he spilled. Thick ropes of cum shot out all over the porcelain and mirror, his lower lip swollen from how hard he had been biting it to keep quiet.
You squeak and run off, knowing that it was absolutely wrong for you to have watched Cook jerk off and gotten all hot and bothered over it. He was your sisters boyfriend after all and here you were.. wet.. horny.. needy. Fuck, you should feel ashamed of yourself.
You were too deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice footsteps approaching from behind, stopping just a few inches away from you. “Oi.” A gravelly voice interrupted you mid-thought, making you jump up and spin around. It was Cook. Fucking Cook. You just witnessed him fucking his fist, and now he was standing in front of you. He looked pissed. “We’re you pervin’ on me?” He steps forward, caging you between his body and the wall. You swallow hard. “P-pervin?” You croak. He just scoffs under his breath. “We’re you fuckin’ watchin’ me while I was in the bathroom.”
His question made you want to scream, but you couldn’t. So you did it internally. How did he know if he was so wrapped up in his own pleasure? “Fuck no.. nope.. don’t know what you’re.. talking about.” You stammer, but your defence gets all caught up in your throat like a ball when he leans in far to close, scanning you head to toe. He was so close that you could smell the faint scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne clinging to him. It made you want to melt right then and there. “You’re a liar. I saw ya. Caught your hair in the mirror..” he looks down at your lips. “Whatever you saw.. you dint see it. Not a fuckin’ thing, yeah?” The way he was speaking sounded like a threat, but all it was doing to you was making you want to get down on your knees and worship him. It isn’t scaring you like he intended.. if he’s even trying to scare you.
“I.. you— I wasn’t—“ but all of a sudden, his knee slides between your thighs, making you gasp. “I said, you dint see a fuckin’ thing.” Then he pulls back and storms off, leaving you a bit shaken up against the stupid hallway wall. You slide down it, burying your face into your hands as you let out a groan. He was angry, heated, and as much as you were trying to deny it.. it was hella turning you on. Not to mention the fact he had just pressed his knee against your clothed cunt like he knew what effect he had on you.
You force yourself back up onto your feet and follow Cook into the kitchen. “You can’t just do that and storm off like a— a pussy!” You shout. Your words make Cook freeze, and for a split second you felt genuine fear as he turns towards you with pure anger burning in his eyes. “Fuck you just say?” He growls. Oh god. Oh god. You swallow hard and muster up courage to confront him again, “You can’t just threaten me in the hallway, press your knee against my— you know! And then fuck off like a puss—“ you didn’t even get time to finish before he’s marching forward and grabbing your ass, pulling you towards him.
His nails were digging into your skin, and your breath? Gone. “You liked seein’ me like that,” not an accusation, not a question, just a straight blunt fact that made you speechless. “Seein’ me desperate, fisting my cock, cummin’ all over the sink wishin’ I was pumpin’ my load inside your pussy instead, huh?” He leans in, nipping the area beneath your ear. “You want me to fuck you so bad.. y’want me to pop your cherry.” He presses your back against the kitchen counter behind you, his hands roaming up your hips, to your waist, and eventually towards your chest where he cups your round perky breasts, watching them spill between his fingers with a smirk. You arched into his touch, hips twitching. You knew how fucking stupid you were being, letting your sisters boyfriend cheat on her. It was wrong. But he deserved better. He deserved you. So you let him do whatever he wanted to you.
“Lift your leg.. wanna see how wet you’ve gotten for me.” He demands. You obey, lifting your leg, allowing him to lift you onto the counter. He nudges your legs apart and grabs a fistful of your skirt, pushing it up to your hips so he could get a good view of how soaked your panties were. He settles onto his knees, eyes fixed on the dark wet stain on the cotton.. and something in his gaze darkens. He licks his lower lip and drags his nose up your thigh, eyes locked on yours. You reached down and threaded your fingers through his hair, eyes half-lidded with need. “Cook..” you breathe. He latches onto the fabric covering your bare heat, pulling it down with his teeth.
You were dripping, arousal coating your inner thighs. He lets out a low groan and leans in, pressing his nose against your clit so firm you jerk against his face. He breathes you in, taking in the scent of Cherry, the soap you had used this morning in the shower, and something sweet.. something you. He looks up at you again. “You’re drippin’.. ever felt like this before, Angel?” When you shake your head, too breathless to speak, he smirks against your folds and drags his tongue flat up your clit.
“I wanna hear your voice, baby.. answer me proper or I’ll get up and walk out now, leaving you drippin’ for me..” he growls, patting your thigh, expecting an answer from you. The threat made you panic, made your need crash over you like a tsunami. You’d rather die than have him leave you like this. “N-no- I’ve .. I’ve never felt this good before.. never..” the answer you gave seems to please him, and he goes back to flicking his tongue against your clit, savouring the sounds of your whimpers and sweet moans. He hooks his hands underneath your knees and lifts your legs over his shoulders so he can drive his tongue deeper. One hand leaves your leg, two fingers pressing against your entrance. “Relax..” he whispers against your soaked folds. “Let me make you feel good.”
When his fingers sink inside, you cry out and grab handfuls of his hair, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “A-Ah! S-Slow!” You plead, trying your hardest not to squirm too much as he curls his fingers just right, pressing them against that sweet spongy spot that makes you see stars. “My cocks not even in you yet and you’re already getting all sensitive on me,” he withdrawals his fingers slowly, then thrusts them back in, making you throw your head back. You didn’t even last a minute, juices gushing all over his knuckles, your body shaking, thighs quivering. You were spent.. but he wasn’t done yet. He laid you back against the counter and undone the button of his pants, then yanked the zipper down.
“Fuck.. I need ya.. when your sister told me you were a virgin, that you hadn’t ever been touched by a man—“ he pushes down his jeans, his hard cock springing out, leaking already. “—I got hard. So fuckin’ hard. The thought of you, a fuckin’ angel, being a virgin.. pure.. god. It really got me goin’..” he presses himself against your sopping wet cunt, groaning at the sweet sensation of your shiver when his tip grazes your bundle of nerves. “I shouldn’t have been thinkin’ of my girlfriends sister that way.. I should’ve felt guilty for wanting to feel every inch of you against me, but I didn’t.. all I felt was fuckin’ need..” he slides his girth through your slick, once.. twice.. before his thick head presses against your entrance. You let out a needy whine, hips lifting eagerly. He let out a shaky breath, his free hand tracing circles on your navel. “Beg for my cock.”
And you do, you beg, you cry.. “Cook, please.. please fuck me.. be my first fucking time.. take me. I want to feel your cock inside me,” you gasp, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your clit which he rolls between two fingers. You whine again, eyes fluttering shut. “Please! Fuck.. pleaasee..” your cheeks are flushed, fresh tears rolling down them. You’ve never felt this way before, needy for something, for someone.. it was intense. Cook leans down and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your pleas as he slowly pushes into your tight heat. You cry out another plea as he sinks into you, but he’s quick to swallow that down aswell, his tongue clashing against yours.
Once his cock is fully inside you, he begins to move his hips in slow circular motions, intentionally meant to feel like he was torturing you. You wrapped your arms around him, nails digging into his back. He pulls back from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting from mouth to mouth snapping as he licks his lips, pleased with how fucked out you already looked. He wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls them up, angling his hips just right to hit deeper spots inside of you. He’s slow at first, being torturous, but eventually he begins to thrust hard enough to make your entire body rock. He slams a hand beside your head, swiping a mug off the counter. A drop of drool drips onto your stomach from Cook’s mouth, his thrusts becoming relentless as he relishes the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around him like a damn vice.
You felt something coil deep within your belly, knotting tight, ready to snap. Your thighs begin to shake, a sob escaping you as you grew closer to orgasm. “C-Cook-“ you mewl, nails scraping down his back, leaving marks you know will take some time to heal. He buries his face into your neck and let’s out a keen against your skin, his fingers rubbing your clit desperately in time with his merciless fucking thrusts, pounding you so hard you knew your cervix would have bruising tomorrow. “Cum on my cock.. c’mon baby.. cum.”
His words push you over the edge, your walls squeezing down around him as juices come flying out of you, splattering across his stomach and cock. Your entire body shakes from your orgasm, a sharp scream escaping you as climax hits you harder than ever. Cook continues fucking you through it, panting against your neck as his balls tighten. “Sh- shit- I shouldn’t- shouldn’t cum inside y-ya-“ but you lock your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to you. His eyes widen and you could’ve sworn you heard him whimper. His hips snap harder against yours before finally, he spills. Thick ropes coat your inner walls, fluttering around him as he bottoms out inside you.
He collapses against you, cock softening, spent. He presses a kiss to your neck, slick with sweat, hands rubbing your thighs gently. “fuck..” he drugs his tongue flat up your neck. It’s his own way in praising you, like you were the best fuck he’s ever had in his life. He pulls out slowly, eyes flicking down to watch his cum pour out of your now swollen and red pussy. He smiles triumphantly and snuggles closer to you. You’re breathless, flushed, mind a whirl of emotions. You’re throbbing all over. This was definitely an experience you’ll never forget.
“This is definitely not going to be a one time thing..” he mumurs.
You smile and tangle a hand in his hair. “Sure, Cook.. sure..”
And he doesn’t pull away. Just stays there. “Mine..”
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A/N: gosh this was UGHHH I LOVE COOK SO BADDDAFADADAF it’s that time of year where I binge watch Skins.. anyway, if anyone has any requests or anything like let me know and I’ll write it down. LOVE XXMWAH