My Works

Sugar (James Cook)

"so... she's with freddie now?" I asked. cook and effy had recently broken up and he couldn't stop thinking about her. once, when he came over to sleep at my place, I even found him crying in the bathroom and it was a sorrowful sight. he told me how well effy had treated him, and how later she switched to a heartless behavior. he had tried to replace her many times with some flings but he told me it didn't feel the same because he deeply knew effy, meanwhile, he didn't even remember the names of the girls he fucked for fun.
"yeah. I saw them making out on the bus too the other day."
"oh cook..." I shifted a bit more on the couch, snuggling up to him to comfort him.
"it's okay, y/n." he moved his hand in the air as if he meant to diminish the importance of the matter. "I'm over it."
"I don't think so, cookie."
"don't call me that, you know I don't like it." he chuckled. "I'll call you sugar if you don't stop."
cook used to call me sugar when we met. he said the fragrance I used was so sweet that it reminded him of a sugary drink.
"you know it makes nostalgic."
"I'm well aware of that." he grinned, tickling my side slightly.
"what if we hang out like we used to?" I said.
"what do you mean? you mean getting drunk and high?"
"maybe. late night car drive without a destination?"
he lifted his eyebrows and hesitated. "what if we crash? getting drunk and driving doesn't sound so smart, ya know?" he brushed a strand of my hair off my face.
"cook, do you actually care? just take the highway, everything will be fine." I smirked, looking at him in the eyes.
both of us didn't really care about dying. death wasn't such a big deal after all, especially for two teenagers like us who had lost everything — cook's parents were divorced and both very absent. the only relative he still had was his little brother who lived with his mother so he rarely saw him. just like cook, I didn't have a father as he had moved out when I was very little and my mother passed away a couple of years before due to overdose. I currently lived with my aunt, who used to drink a lot of alcohol as well and didn't care about me.
"you're right. fuck it." he smirked and left a quick kiss on my neck before getting up from the couch and grabbing his jacket from the hanger.
I smiled at him and followed him into the hall, picking up my leather jacket as well.

(skip time)

we had settled in his car — our jackets were thrown in the backseats, cook's shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top and my window rolled down to make the wind blow my hair. we were heading to the highway.
"I love the night." I affirmed after taking a sip of the bottle of vodka in my hand.
"me too. it's so calm and quiet... it makes you want to screw the silence up with some good sex and loud parties." he took a puff from his spliff. I laughed.
"jeez, cook... you really are bold, ain't you?" I ruffled his short hair for as much as I could. "I'm glad you're thinking about something different other than effy."
cook's expression changed into something darker and more serious. I had touched a soft spot.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought this topic back."
"it's okay, y/n. you didn't do it on purpose. then effy can go fuck herself. I'm tired of being her little puppy she uses every time she wants some good sex because mr mclair is a bloody inexperienced incompetent."
"you're right. fuck her."
"fuck her." he repeated more to himself. there was silence for a couple of minutes, just the sound of the wheels on the road and the other cars passing by. I felt the awkward moment building between us two, so I glanced at cook and leaned in to kiss his cheek quickly, then I set my vodka bottle down.
cook smiled at the gesture and turned his head to give me an affectionate look. "I should be sad more often if it means getting you to show me affection."
I chuckled and nudged his arm, "shut up". the silence fell again.
there was a bit of tension between us too, as if we wanted to say so many things but couldn't. "I was thinking..." he began.
"how many years have we known each other for?" he continued.
"I don't know... 4... 5?"
he didn't answer me as he kept staring at the road in front of him, and I was growing suspicious, but not so later a little idea popped up in my mind.
"you'd like my help, cook?" I asked. my voice was lower than before and I leaned in as I caressed his cheek.
cook smirked. I understood what he meant and he understood I understood what he meant.
"let's try, come here..." he muttered as he pulled my thighs towards him. I got the hint and climbed over him, sitting on his lap and resting my legs on his. he wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me in place and left the other one on the steering wheel.
I leaned in and grabbed his face with my hand, squeezing his cheeks slightly to pull him to me and kiss him. he happily kissed me back, now moving the hand from my waist to the back of my neck, and deepened the kiss, tapping his tongue on my bottom lip, which I merrily allowed and let him in.
I moved to straddle him, grinding back and forth slightly as we made out. the road didn't have any turns and he just had to drive ahead, so the chances of getting into a car accident were very low.
I started feeling his cock pressing against me, shamelessly begging cook to free it. "you'll make us crash, sugar." he pulled away enough to speak — our lips still very close.
"just keep driving. everything's gonna be alright."
cook was beyond an expert in kissing — I knew effy had been lucky to have him and now it was just her loss. to be honest, I had never thought of cook in this way, only in a friendly way, but there was something that screamed "attractive" every time he talked to me about his flings and how good he made those girls feel. a small part of me wished to be taken by him and be one of his whores, and somehow I had managed to do it right now. maybe I wasn't a whore, but we were definitely on the edge of having sex.
cook slipped his hand inside my panties as our lips moved together, and thrusted two of his fingers between my folds. I gripped him instantly, making a low moan as I felt them pump inside of me. he soon added another finger, and then another one.
oh god.
I was almost stretched to my limits as I rode his hand, completely in a heaven of ecstasy. cook kissed and sucked on my neck as he moved his fingers, leaving me a few marks but slightly visible. I knew I was very close to my release.
"cook... I..." I whined.
"I know, sugar. cum on my fingers, will ya?" he muttered against my ear. and that was quite what made me let go fully and give myself to him. I threw my head back, lifting slightly from his lap as he didn't slow his pace down a bit — then I cried out and squirted on his shirt.
"oh my god!" I got down from the high. I was a panting mess, my back now pressing against the steering wheel which honked as soon as I leaned back.
cook took his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking and sucking. "taste like sugar."
I tiredly chuckle, my eyes still struggling to stay open completely.
"I've always known you were this good..." I confessed.
"we should do it again sometime, mh? it helps me a lot." he faked a pouty tone, using the effy matter as an excuse to take me again.
"naughty boy." I leaned in and pecked his lips.