V3XYSTONEM

Introduction because.. well, yes.

Hi, I don’t feel comfortable using my real name so I’ll go by a nickname:

Venom/Vexy for short.

My fandoms are: Skins, Zero day, Sinners.. I know, pretty bland.. but right now while I’m writing this I can’t figure out what other fandoms I’m in. (Don’t laugh at me.)

I’m female, 18, and I prefer if Minors do not interact with my page.. like— everyone else.

Basically anyone BELOW 17-18, YOU can not interact with this page nor can you dm me unless you have your age in your bio/description or your introduction.

Going against these rules, you will be blocked by me.

I’m personally more interested in reading other fanfics or smut/nsfw writings than doing my own, but if anyone shows interest in what I have to write or want to make requests then I’ll gladly do so. I DO WRITE DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. So yes, there will be sensitive content. DARK shit. If you know, you know.. but!!. I will not write on characters who are clearly minors.. ouch.

I like reading, making edits and mood-boards and such, I don’t have any political views because I don’t get into that type of stuff.. BUT, I HEREBY ANNOUNCE THAT I AM NOT A TRUMP SUPPORTER.

My favourite celebrity is Jack O’Connell. I’ve been a fan of him since Skins! Watching the shows/moves etc he’s been in is always like an amazing experience for me. (Mostly cause I’m a freak)

OH AND AYESHA EROTICA? HELL YES BEST LISTENING EXPERIENCE YALL HAVE GOT TO TRY HER OUT.

Im a big fat sucker for the 2000s or anything 2000s vibe, including Mcbling.. anything niche. I cannot express the absolute love I have towards it.

Anyway, if you want an idea of me just think like.. a mix of Harley Quinn and Effy Stonem. (mostly cause of the mental health issues LMAOLMAO)

I don’t know what else to write but if there is any more to me that I do want to put down then I’ll edit this. 💋

A/N: I need this to satiate my own hunger because I’ve been craving Pennywise dick ALLLLLLL month. Yes. I mean all month. I need him so bad it’s pure wanton. So here we go, a fic of Pennywise that I hope will satiate others hunger aswell.. and yes, I’m writing this while listening to a Pennywise based playlist on Spotify. It actually hits not gonna lie. Ehm.. it’s all over the screen.

A lot of dead dove.

tags: possession, abduction, loss of freedom, blood play, biting, usage of deadlights for a short moment, p in v (unprotected), mention of knotted cock (resemblance to a dogs.. and no, I don’t like beastiality so don’t take it that way.), cum inside, pennywise pronouns it/its/his fingering (f receiving.) CNC, no romanticising this monster, stretching open a cervix, doing the impossible and reaching the womb, laying eggs, tongue inside of ear, probably the most dirtiest thing I’ve written, mocking aftercare.

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While Pennywise was out on a hunt you had explored the sewers tunnels. You wandered about, memorised a pattern. Without Pennywise there, the tunnels didn’t twist or turn to resemble an impossible cage. It felt more like a calm maze where you didn’t have to panic to find an exit immediately.

Because you didn’t panic or continue your adventure with fear and dread, you found the well Pennywise had dragged you down after you and your friends had ventured around his home impulsively. You were staring up at it, gaze fixed on the view. It led right back to the old rotting and burnt up house above.

You had no way to climb back up though. No way to get out.. until you saw light shimmering on the sewage water and the faint familiar sounds of birds chirping nearby. Your eyes widen and you follows where the beams of sunlight are, finding an exit out of a storm drain.

You spun and raced towards the exit until you immediately bursted out into the creaks water, gasping as you finally breathed in pure fresh air instead of the stench of shit or rotting corpses. The sun shone over your now wet features, hands clutching the small pebbles and stones beneath you.

You scrambled towards land, pulling yourself upwards and looking around. Here you were. Back in town. Back in Derry Maine, not the endless sewers. Tears streamed down your face as you smiled in relief, staggering up to the roads where cars blared and sped by.

“Yes!” You scream. “Home! I’m home!”

You looked forward desperately, expecting to see people in the cars.. but no one was there. No one in the drivers seat, not in the back seat, nothing. A dark shadow casted over the sunny sky’s, swallowing everything whole like a storm or inevitable disaster.

The pedestrians you had seen walk by had disappeared in thin air, the buildings now appearing more cracked and burnt at the corners like crisp pages to a notebook that had barely survived a fire. You swallow hard, staggering backwards as thick wet vines inch close to your feet.

Out of all things, you hadn’t expected this. A black widow crawls up your arm, your neck, and pounces off right into Pennywise’s mouth. That fucking clown was standing right infront of you, chin coated in someone’s blood. Another one of his poor victims that deserved more than having their limbs or head bitten off. “Fuck!” You shout, moving to run off.. but your reaction wasn’t quick enough. His jaws had snapped open to reveal burning bright balls swirling rhythmically in the back of his throat covered in jagged fangs.

the deadlights.

Your mind went blank, and suddenly everything was blacked out, thoughts scattering until there were no more. You doesn’t know that you had began floating, head raised, eyes blank. You didn’t have control over your own body anymore.

You woke up moments later cold and stripped naked to see Pennywise getting dressed after showering in his victims blood. He was pale, but his cock was jutting out twitching and huge. It resembled a dogs, appearing long and tapered, pink to reddish in color, with a distinctive rounded swelling near the base which you assumed was his own version of a ‘knot.’

It had thick black ridges running up the sides, along with pulsing inhuman veins that looked intimidating. His cock was bigger than most males you had ever seen, and for some reason it scared you. Just then when you began to grow fearful of the mere size and look of his cock, his head snaps towards you like he sensed it.

Which he did. Most likely. Your fear smelled strong, like an aphrodisiac no one could resist. You never felt fear, that’s why during this moment it emitted from you like a strong aura he couldn’t resist smelling.

“Oh shit...” you mutter to yourself, knowing you’re absolutely fucked.

Pennywise’s entire body TWITCHES violently at your fear-scent, his yellow eyes rolling back in ecstasy. His cock throbs harder, ridges darkening as black ooze drips from the tip onto the rotting stage floor that he had laid you down on.

"FINALLY!" he snarls, slamming a clawed hand down beside your head, “My little spider smells DELICIOUS when she's scared!"

his knot began swelling even thicker under that same pulsing vein rhythm. "You don’t get to be afraid," he purrs, "unless you want me to put my special clown stick somewhere it’ll.. fit.”

A spider leg slithers out of his sleeve and starts patting her cheek again this time with a distinctly lewd wiggle before be wraps his hand around his massive cock and presses it between her thighs. “Open up for me.. open up now..” it digs its claws into your thighs, leaving dark red welts that bled crimson, iron mixing with the scent of your fear. He pulled your legs open and forced his cock against your slit.

“Yummy delicious fear.. come to me..” it growls, murmuring to itself under its breath. Your fearful squirms only fuelled it’s energy further. Your screams. Your kicks. Oh, it made his cock stretch into an almost tentacle-like form and slither along your bare thigh, collecting your blood. “I’m gonna fuck you with your pretty, pretty blood. And I’m gonna lay my eggs in that womb of yours.. OH yes, I WILL.”

In one swift motion he forces his cock inside you. You scream as his cock basically splits you open, stretching you wider than you’ve ever been stretched before. “I-I’M- I’m gonna rip!” You scream, but he doesn’t stop. His cock licks along your tender walls, then forms suctioning little mouths along its base. They suck onto your walls and cling, tiny little teeth digging into you from inside.

You thrash as sparks shoot up your spine, visions whitening at the edges. He sets a brutal pace that makes stars burst behind your eyes everytime he hits your cervix. It’s like he was bruising it or worse.. trying to fuck it open so he could really reach your womb. You try to pull your legs closed but he digs his claws into your skin everytime you try. “OH NO NO NO, YOU DON’T GET TO DO THAT!”

his slick cock drags along your walls, mouths popping off of them when he pulls out just to slam right back into you. You can feel your own blood beginning to gather between your thighs, slicking up your entrance more. Pennywise is huffing in your ear, chest to chest, his tongue digging inside of your ear like he was searching for treasure. You swore you could feel the tip of his tongue, slimy and wet, graze your ear drum.

The sound of skin slapping against skin was obscene. He was showing no mercy with how hard he was pounding his thick fat cock inside of you. Suddenly, his cock splits to form into two tentacles. They slither closer to your cervix and thrusts into the tiny entrance, pulling so hard tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “N-No- no!” You could feel it stretching open, hole getting wider. Pennywise hushes you, hips pressing into yours as his cock does its work.

He laughs ugly and loud when you begin to sob. He doesn’t stop. Just continues breaking your cervix open until his cock could fit. He fucks it open then thrusts his whole cock inside, tongue yanking out of your ear as he lets out delighted giggles. You turn your head away to avoid looking at what he had done to you, tears rolling down your cheeks.

His cock slithers all the way up into your womb. He stills for a while. You think he’s done and you’re getting a break, but that’s when his knot forms inside you. Abrupt. You scream and try to kick him away. “No! No!” But he holds your hips down as he locks inside you. Thick orbs pop out from his pulsating tip. One after another it fills your womb until there’s a round bulge in your stomach. After he’s done laying his eggs, his cum follows shortly after, thick steamy ropes coating your wombs walls.

He wraps his large hand around your throat and squeezes as he pulls out. It was deliberately slow, torturing you as his fat tip drags along your spasming walls. He leans down and pants right into your face. “OHO-HO!” It squeezes tighter. “You disgusting little clown! Too weak to fight back against my eggs!”

He laughs and lays down beside you, releasing your throat. He wraps his arms around you tight, but only does it so he can press his cock against the bulge in your stomach. You whimper and cry into his chest, but he doesn’t care for how you feel. “Oh now now, do not cry.. consider this a blessing.”

Can you guess who’s gonna take you this time? *wink* *wink*

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A/N: Hello James Cook nation/Jack O’Connell nation, how we feeling? I’ve decided I need something like a dark fic.. while I was in bed half asleep, I immediately thought of an asylum and what Cook would be like if he were psychotic, had a few screws loose.. yk. SO.. HERE IT IS.

Dead dove: DO NOT EAT.

Psychoticpatient!Cook x Nurse!Reader.

Tws: sensitive topics about mental health, asylum, mentions of substance abuse, death threats, abrupt sex, unprotected p in v, forced handjob (m!receiving), manhandling, hostile behaviour, noncon, crying, caressing, forced licking, verbal abuse, a bit of blood play, forced blowjob (m!receiving), gagging, overall dead dove experience.

This isn’t proof read btw I wrote this at 4am suffering from insomnia 💔

You were a nurse at a private psychiatric hospital. It wasn’t exactly pristine or safe, but underfunded, understaffed and morally grey. It was the kind of place where sedation replaces therapy, restraint rooms smelt like bleach and regret, nurses are overworked and undertrained, and patients just slipped through cracks and fell into shadows.

You aren’t completely a saint, you’re just there because you need the job, not because you believe in the system.

You were assigned your very own patient. The file they gave you was quite concerning. Yes, because of the contents within it, but also because the case the files were tucked into was molding and cracked at the corners, dried blood staining the grey papers inside. You read over his diagnosis anyway, ignoring the horrible smell coming just from the stupid paper.

diagnosis:

Intermittent explosive disorder

Psychosis NOS

PSTD traits

Hallucinations tied to guilt and sleep deprivation

History of substance abuse.

Sexual irritation

Honestly, you would be lying if you said you weren’t concerned. You’re unlicensed and still finishing credentials, also.. you’re empathetic working in a place that punishes empathy. After reading for some time, you finally step out into the grimy hallways. The ones that feel ridiculously long like someone built them intentionally so you could get lost. The lights flicker above you, but they aren’t broken enough for anyone to replace them.. so they’re just there. Irritating anyone who notices.

The walls around you are chipped, scratched, and some of the wallpaper is peeling off just enough to reveal disgusting brown stains behind it. If you looked lower, real close at the walls, you’d see scrape marks from too many of the patients beds or stretches colliding into them.

After what felt like an eternity, you manage to reach Cook’s room. His doors unique, it had crayon markings on it from nurses so they don’t forget which room was his. Luckily, they don’t have to go searching for it anymore because he has his very own nurse to look after him. You pull the keys out of your pocket that belong to his room, bringing them to the doorknob with a clink, rattling the handle around a few times until the door finally opens. Your eyes land on a curled up form perched on top of a narrow bed, the mattress vinyl. It squeaks loudly with just a small movement.

There were straps looped under the frame, keeping the patient trapped on the bed. You rush over at the sight, hands hovering awkwardly over his wrists pinned above his head. “Oh.. gosh, who did this to you?” You question, concerned as you tug helplessly at the bonds. Cook growls in response, attempting to lunge at you so hard you could’ve sworn you felt the bed shift. You jump backwards, startled. “Woah! What’s your problem?!” But he only hisses at your words, brows furrowed, eyes full of rage. His guard was obviously up.

You hold your hands up like you were surrendering to something. “Alright, I won’t touch you.” You mutter, already exasperated. Now you know why he’s like this, but still.. you felt bad that he was just— trapped like that. You’d be humiliated if you were strapped to your bed, and you could only imagine just how long he must have been stuck like that or which nurse strapped him there. You sat down on the chair across from his bed, clearing your throat. “Mr… Cook, you’re clearly agitated and expressing hostility. Is there any reason as to why you’re behaving this way?”

You tilt your head to the side, waiting for a response, but none come. You sigh. “Mr—“ he cuts you off, “Stop addressing me formally, fuckin’ hell!” He thrashes against the straps like a feral animal, kicking his legs around. “Let me outta these fuckin’ straps! I’ll kill ya, swear to fuck I will if y’don’t set me free right now!” He shouts, spittle flying from his mouth. He was raging, fists wriggling about like he was trying to punch the air. You swallow hard, caught between feeling bad for him and fear that if you let him go, he’ll hurt you. You were conflicted, contemplating your decisions and the possible outcomes.

Stupidly, you get up and approach his bed, reaching for the straps. “Cook.. if you attempt at trying to hurt me, or kill me as you said, I will have to resort to sedating you and strapping you back down to the bed.” You pull his wrists free, the leather straps falling from his reddened wrists. He’s panting heavily, droplets of sweat rolling down his forehead. He sits up abruptly, looking around the room in a panic. You’re honestly terrified for your life and afraid he might pounce any moment. But he doesn’t.

He looks up at you, and his breath hitches. He doesn’t saying anything for awhile, just stares into your soul like he’s attempting to memorise it. He licks his lips, pupils dilating. “Yh’know.. I’m hungry.. could use somethin’ to eat.” He says lowly, voice gravelly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. “For what?” You ask hesitantly. “somethin’ plump.. juicy.. drips nectar.. need it properly tender.” His eyes travel down your body, fixing on your thighs. You look at him like you don’t know whether you want to slap him or leave forever. You stand up, brows knitting together.

“That is not appropriate. Could you please refrain from making this dirty?” You order, but he just shakes his head. “No.. not gunna.. not when I know you’ve got something I can use however I like.” He palms himself through the cheap sweatpants he was given, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he rolls his hips against his hand. You’re disgusted. He should be ashamed of this.. this— grossness, yet he’s just staring you down like you’re meat he’d love chomping down on. You shake your head and leave, slamming the door shut behind you.

What you didn’t know was.. Cook is already planning exactly what he wants to do with you next time he sees you.

The next morning was foggy. You were still a bit put off by Cook’s behaviour from yesterday, but maybe there was a chance he was feeling different today. More behaving. You didn’t want to let him get to you, so you put on a smile and clocked in, put your stuff away, then headed to his room. You entered slowly.. but he wasn’t there. You raise your brow.. but then—

CRASH!

You hit the ground hard, screaming as Cook pins you down with incredible strength. He kicks the door closed with his foot, then straddles you. He had a muzzle on. It must of been from one of the nurses. He leans in, drooling, panting hard. He wraps a hand around your throat. The grip wasn’t tight enough to cut off your airways, but it was firm enough to keep your head down. He yanks the waistband of his sweatpants down, his hard leaking cock springing out, hot and heavy against her stomach. He growls low in his throat, relishing in the sound of your fearful whimpers and desperate squirming. He can smell your fear. “Stay still or I’ll slit y’throat.. i want your hand around my cock.” He whispers. You nod shakily, obeying immediately. It wasn’t because you were eager. It was because you were afraid.

Your fingers wrap around the base of his cock. He groans, hips twitching. “Fuuuck.. yes.. my pretty nurse..” and he’s cumming all over your face in seconds. All you did was squeeze around the base, that’s it, and he was already shooting massive ropes of his sperm all over your face. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up as he cums all over that pretty face of yours. He can’t help himself. He was almost grateful that someone as gorgeous as you was his own personal nurse. His nurse.

He gets up and grabs you by the ankle, making you yelp as he tugged hard and dragged you over to his bed. He then crouched down and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you, hanging you upside down. He shoves you down onto his bed and hangs your head of the edge of his bed. You already know what he’s going to do, and the thought of it makes your eyes water, a scream threatening to tear from your throat.. but he presses a shard of glass against it. You don’t know how he got it, but you knew he would slit your throat open any moment if you didn’t do what he wanted. You sobbed and choked on tears. “P-Please- no-“

But it’s too late. He presses his hips against your face, cock sliding all the way down your face. He keens, rutting against your face like a pup in heat. He can’t help but lean over a little, grabbing handfuls of your breasts through your shirt. He couldn’t get enough of you. He fucks your throat harder, drooling everywhere. The feeling of your wet velvety throat gripping his girth made his knees buckle and a shiver shoot up his spine. You were perfect. The sight of you all fearful, scared for your life, mascara running— it made him want to cum again right then and there.

His tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly, making you gag and choke around his thickness. He pulls out eventually, strings of your saliva still connecting to him. He slaps you hard across the face, making your head whip to the other side as you choke out a cry. “I wanna feel you.. I wanna fuckin’ FEEL YOU!” He shouts. He climbs onto the bed just as you try to scramble away, digging the shard into your thigh so hard blood begins to trickle down your leg. You scream, thrashing, but he doesn’t stop. He tears your panties off and shoved the fabric into your mouth, gagging you with something other than his fat cock. “yes.. YES. I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since you stepped into my fuckin’ room. You’re a dumb little bitch, aren’t ya?”

He slaps you hard across the face again, and you scream into the gag, snot bubbling in your nose. He chuckles and lines himself up with your entrance, nudging his fat tip against your hole. You shake your head, arms flailing, but he thrusts inside you hard. Your tight walls clenching around him make his vision whiten at the edges, bliss crashing over him in waves. He hasn’t had good proper pussy for so long since he was dumped in this looney bin, but now here he was.. fucking his beautiful little nurse. He bottoms out instantly once he’s in, and you can feel him pressing against your poor cervix.

His withdrawal slowly, then slams his hips right back against yours, making your back arch in pain. It felt like electrocution just shot straight up your spine and spread throughout your body. He doesn’t stop, just quickens his pace and fucks you so hard your vision begins to blur, stars swimming behind your eyes. He’s growling behind the muzzle, drooling all over himself again. He presses his thumb against your clit and runs it in time with his rough thrusts. His eyes roll back, balls slapping against your perfect ass. He licks your blood off his glass shard, tasting the iron and sweetness in it. Fuck.. it makes him grow even more impossibly harder inside you.

“Stupid slut.. my little slut.. wanna fuck you stupid till you can’t think about anything but MY cock.” He looks down at your flushed face, tears and snot mixed with blood smeared across your face, your lip split. His balls tighten at the sight, and his orgasm begins to approach rapidly. He digs the shard into your thigh again, cock twitching hard inside you when you release another scream of pain. “FUCK YES! FUCK YES!” He roars.

And his climax hits.

He’s pumping you full of cum, his hips stuttering as a string of drool pours down from his lips. He’s shaking against you, his hands wrapped right around your throat. He lets go of you and collapses beside you on the bed, pulling you into him. You tremble, shaken, full, traumatised.. and realising now that you belong to him. You’re his. Your eyes water, sobs pouring out of you again.. but Cook just holds you tighter, his cock softening inside you. “Mmh.. my nurse..”

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A/N: HIIIIII, I hope y’all enjoyed the story.. PRETTY DARK, I KNOW, but I know there’s some kinky ass girls out there that‘ll freak out over this. Anyway, shout out to the dark fic girls out there. I love yalllll. Mwah mwah kisses!! (It’s 4am I need sleep OMYGOD.)

“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.

Enjoy :P

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 should.

But you don’t.

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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