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BLOODSUCKER | JB TBZ

pairing: non idol jacob, fem oc (reader insert).

wc: 3.8k

tags: witch x vampire au, forbidden love au, lovers to enemies (sort of) to lovers au, y/n’s lowkey and ice queen. [smut tags] soft dom jacob, sub reader, dry humping, lots of tongue kissing, lip biting, oral sex (fem receiving), nipple stimulation, marking w the intention of claiming, temperature play (bits of only), penetrative sex, no protection, creampie, neck biting (!!)

warnings: mentions of blood, vampire biting (y/n received lip and neck bites — she is not going to convert though), mentions of wounds (jacob gets in a fight lol not detailed), cursing, calling jacob an idiot (not out loud though), reader’s bitter and angry and slut shames someone named charlotte (lmao im sorry). she’s lowkey a hater… but self conscious too lol - brief mentions of being burned alive and problematic parents </3. threatening.

[author's note] oh my god, i am so sorry for the late update, we literally have finished october and i still haven’t finished posting all the chapters of cobtober )’: honestly i don’t even know if i should keep this project going or not lol for this one story i changed the plot like fifth times bc i genuinely had so many ideas and i fear i didn’t choose the coolest one… sigh. anyway, thank so much to my fellow coblovers who have been supportive of this project of mine (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ you guys deserve all the best ♡

As you walk, the heels of your boots on cobblestone resonate against the walls of the houses you pass. The poorly lit street is deserted, the clock about to strike midnight. Up in the sky, you can see a few twinkling stars, the show stealer? The enormous, round, full moon casting its white light on the village. Faint in the background, you can occasionally hear the hooting of owls claiming their territory along with the skin-crawling howl of the wild wolves lost among the flora of the forest that surrounds the village.

Framing your face is the hood of your velvet cloak, with a straight posture and blank expression, but knotted guts, you head to the village church.

This afternoon, at your door a letter was left. On it nothing was written other than - "at midnight come to the church, otherwise your secret will be revealed... daughter of the moon”. After having read the message, short but concise, your temperature dropped and your chest tightened as a wave of fear invaded your being. All these years being part of a hidden society called “Daughters of the Moon”, a society in which women of different ages gifted with the power of healing help people in need in exchange for silence (in the name of protecting said society), you have feared, all members do as (most) villagers are known for hating on witchcraft and wizardry, but until today, nothing alike had happened. You, nor any of your sisters, have ever been threatened.

The fact that the moon is up and so bright tonight brings a sense of calmness to you, its light feels like a warm mantle of protection over your shoulders - ready to guard you from any harm meant to your person - Before turning the corner to head to the back of the church you stop to look up at the sky, taking a deep breath to your pounding heart.

Leaning against the back door of the modestly constructed church is a man you know too well, dressed in all black, dark wavy hair ruffled and falling over his forehead giving him a carefree look. The silver jewelry adorning different parts of his body, nose, ears, fingers, neck and wrist, a reminder to everyone that he’s immune to things his kind normally wouldn't be. A reminder not to mess with him.

And, a desperate attempt to show dominance and power he doesn’t really have.

Your gut twists at the mere sight of his silhouette, but this time the feeling is anger not fear, a snort comes out of your nose as you stop your steps abruptly. Your shoulders drop-down in annoyance, but also in relief. You feel relieved that it's him and not someone else - although that's something you'll never consciously accept. Ultimately, you'd rather deal with an idiot than with someone who actually does have a heart rotten by darkness and is willing to cause hurt and chaos without any remorse.

Although childish, you roll your eyes as soon as you catch a glimpse of his smug grin -that of a confident idiot, an idiot so full of himself that believes he has control of the world in the palm of his hand, an idiot who- ugh. “What a m-mother… bloodsucker,” you said under your breath through gritted teeth, turning your head to the left to take a small break from looking at his face and dark seductive eyes.

"I'm glad you're happy to see me, sweetness." He said in a teasing tone as he started walking down the steps at the feet of the church’s door.

Before he can reach you, you dryly ask, “What do you want?” Your gaze that expresses boredom and disinterest fixed on his that reflects the opposite.

“I’m in desperate need of your exceptional talents.” You scoff. His smugness getting on your nerves.

“You know I’m not the only witch in town, right?” Defensively you questioned him. “Actually, why don't you go and ask Charlotte?" No matter how hard you tried to contain the comment, you couldn't. Just as you couldn't contain the next one either, “I bet she will gladly help you, just like she helped you months ago by spreading her legs.” Annoyed, but this time with no one but you for having let yourself be carried away by your emotions and bitterness, you close your eyes and exhale loudly. “I don’t have time for your nonsense,” making a dismissive gesture with your hand as you’re already turning around, you try to walk away.

In an unexpected action, the man tightly grabs your wrist and pulls to turn you back around so that you are facing him again. Your eyes widen in surprise the moment your brain processes how close your faces are, his fingers around your wrist cold against your skin.

“One,” with a blank expression he starts to list his points to share, “You called it quits, not me.” Your chest tightens at the remark, your heart squeezes. “Two, don't forget who I am and what I can do, love,” he threatens in a non-direct way, voice so gentle yet so cold, his gaze softening when he says. “And three… no one is as good as you." In a moment of weakness, his free hand dares to come up to let the back of his knuckles caress the apple of your cheek. The gesture makes your shiver, fluttering butterflies in your belly, yet you remain as calm as the dead sea.

Choosing to ignore his last comment, you give him a piece of your mind, “You are in no position to threaten me, Jacob.” The tone of your voice matches his, "Don't forget that I know as much about you as you know about me." You added, not being able to help but look at his plump lips - but only due to the closeness. He grits his teeth, a muscle in his jaw jumping from the force exerted. “If you ever reveal my secret to the world and I am burned alive in the flames, you’re coming down with me.” Mad, but mostly hurt, still wounded from the heartache you put him through, Jacob sighs, letting your wrist go in defeat. His intense gaze fixed on you, his dark eyes cursing at you.

With a spark of sadness - that you hope he didn’t catch - gleaming in your eyes, you turn around to head back home.

However, as you are about to take your sixth step his voice makes you stop in your track again, "I really need your help, Y/n.” He started, “And I know you know I’d never trust someone who’s not you.” His words came out of his mouth in a soft, gentle manner, but most importantly, dripping with honesty. You looked up at the sky hoping for an answer, looking for some clarity. Your eyes found the full moon glowing so beautifully right above you.

A voice in your head telling you to listen to your aching heart.

‘Don’t make the same mistake twice.’

As soon as you turn to face him, Jacob speaks. "I need to contact someone on the other side.”

“I... don't have that kind of skill yet...” After a prolonged silence you add, “I do know someone who could help you. Someone of trust.”

"That was very idiotic, Jacob." You chide, gently running a piece of gauze moistened with disinfectant over a long gash on his forehead. Your gaze soft and gleaming with concern.

“Don’t tell me he didn’t deserve it.” Jacob said, his lower lip bruised as well as his knuckles and cheekbone. You sigh, leaving the gauze on the nightstand next to your bed. Jacob, who is leaning against the headboard, follows your every move with his tired gaze. His droopy eyelids and long eyelashes framing his eyes, his hair ruffed and fluffy falling over his temples. "It will be healed in a heartbeat, too..." He says in attempt of calming you. You scoff in amusement.

In this very moment you hope that one of his abilities was to read minds...

You stare at him, he stares at you. Your gazes lock, your heart beat filling his ears, both hoping your eyes are enough to express all the things stuck in your chests, all the words dancing in the tip of your tongues.

In this very moment Jacob hopes that one of your or his abilities was to travel in time so he could go back to that night in July and prevent you from breaking his heart - and your own.

Feeling the weight of your past actions on your shoulders, you look away from him, opting to look down, your fingers playing with a loose thread on your bedsheet.

Reminiscing, a tiny smile makes the corners of your lips lift. “What?” Jacob questioned tiredly, his voice low and slightly raspy. You shake your head, with each passing second your smile grows until it turns into a toothy grin.

“I…” For a moment you hesitate, wondering if it is appropriate to revisit the past in the present. Your eyes lock with Jacob’s for a second, your chest tightens instantly. Your toothy grin and chuckles die into a sad smile as you look down once more. “I was just… thinking about that time you had to hid underwater so my mother wouldn't finding out about us.”

Jacob snorts. The memory of that day coming back to him as clear as crystal. He remembers perfectly, the way you were looking at him with so much love as you sat on his lap, both naked and joyful. Just like he remembers all those times you sneaked around so you could meet him, all those nights spend in his car - talking about nothing, about everything… making love. Your first date, a picnic in the middle of the forest, away from your mom and his dad eagle eyes - the day he learned what his two favorite melodies are, your laughter and the beat of your heart.

After having spiraled down the rabbit hole where all his memories of you and with you are tightly secured, Jacob can't help but ask, "What happened?" You freeze at the question, your heart skipping a few beats. His voice, airy and weak, reflecting the lack of understanding. The strained expression on his face reflecting the sourness trapped in his heart, the ache. He just doesn't get what went wrong.

“I felt pressured by my mother. That's it, there's no more." Your voice reflecting regret and anger. The constant reminder that you were too young to know what love is, the constant reminder that one day you would take her place and that you had to prepare for it, the constant reminder that a witch and a vampire cannot and should not be together, the constant, exhausting battle between the two species to position themselves as the best, as the strongest, as the one on top of the chain.

You couldn't handle the pressure and you broke down, you decided it would be best to listen and obey.

But then, months went by and Jacob still occupied your mind most of the day, always in some corner, if not in the front, then behind. In your mind, his hands still ran over your body on those nights of need when the only option was yourself. Seven nights out of a week, you lie down and stare at the ceiling for hours, thinking about all the what ifs. You realized that you couldn't get over him because not only had he stolen your heart, no, he had touched your soul and the deepest parts of you that no one else has seen. His soul had intertwined with yours.

How do you get over that?

And then, months later, at a ‘let’s keep the peace’ meeting, you saw him - his arm linked with someone else’s, a girl from the society that your mother formed, the same society you’d be ruling over some time soon, one of your sisters...

No one said nothing, no one batted an eye nor flinched at the sight of them. Your heart broke in so many ways. You were furious. Your mom had basically coerced you into breaking Jacob’s heart because of the ‘what would people say’ only for that to happened.

And so, you forced yourself into hating him because it somehow was easier than to accept all the blame, than to accept that you had been played like a puppet by your own mother. Than to accept that you had lost him. It somewhat felt easier to built up walls and put on a cold façade, it was easier to embrace the heartless witch role that your mother had always wanted you to play and much more pleasant to not hide your sourness, bitterness and anger.

Jacob was left in the dark feeling offended, betrayed and hurt, and in a wild attempt to get you back, driven by desperation, he started to openly court one of your fellow witches - and of course this caused more harm than good for all the people involved.

And now here you are.

In your room, alone with him.

His voice interrupting your thoughts, “I wish I could read your mind.”

You smile with sadness, “It's a mess in there.”

Jacob shrugs, “I have all the time in the world to decode every single thought haunting you at night.”

You look up, tears about to roll down your cheeks. The gentle look in his eyes makes you fuzzy inside, his gaze softer than before, his cold hand on your warm one, his slightly rough skin against yours makes you stomach knot - the amount of repressed feelings for him trapped in your being nearly making you nauseous.

“Do you think...” With a soft voice, afraid of your own words, you ask Jacob, “Someday, maybe, you could give me a second chance?" Jacob freeze, his eyes widen ever so slightly, and if his heart still had life, at this very moment it would be fluttering like crazy.

Idiotically, he smiles, finding amusing that you asked such a question so nervously, your skin losing color and warmth due to worry and your hands shaking lightly, because… “I've been waiting for a second chance for us for two long, tedious years, Y/n.”

Like the last drop that spills the glass, his words impulse you take the next step.

Your lips find his.

Slow at first, unsureness in every touch. Gradually the intensity starts to augment, excitement bubbling in your belly, your teeth clash as you clumsily climb onto his lap straddling him, but neither stops kissing. Your fingers sink into the silky strands of his hair, his hands find your hips, staying there for a second before they slide back, his palms molding perfectly to the shape of your ass as he grabs two handfuls of the doughy flesh to make you grind down on his bulge as his tongue shamelessly invades your mouth.

In between kisses you moan and he grunts, your body continuously rolling into his in a perfect sway, back and forth, his manly hands traveling from your ass to your waist to your thighs, harshly grabbing your flesh.

With his head already hazed, when your lips part momentarily so you can get rid of your nightie, Jacob manages to ask, “D’you still like pain?” His voice raspy and seductive, his eyes hooded and gaze darker. The question steals a sound from you, your back arching and nipples hardening as the cold, late autumn air coming through the window brushes your warm skin.

Tightly, you close your eyes as you try to fight the dizziness building up in your brain. Proud of himself, Jacob says, “Great… that’s great. Such a perfect answer from such a perfect girl.” His breath hitting your skin as his nose caresses your jawline, sliding down the side of your neck, his pillowy lips pressing kisses against your throbbing pulse point before he unhides himself from the crook of your neck to kiss your mouth again.

This time the movements of his lips are gentler, but still firm and dominant, his tongue teasing yours. His lips sucking on your lower one before he sinks his teeth into it until the skin breaks. You cry out, Jacob hums at the taste of your blood, his tongue and lips focusing solely on your bottom lip until the paint is soothed and the bleeding has stopped. Your walls flutter around nothing, begging to be stretched, your puffy clit throbs in need of receiving more than just friction through grinding.

“I missed you so much, angel.” His words muffled by your skin as he messily leaves open-mouthed kisses all over your upper body, making sure to claim you as his by sucking on your skin until it turns purple. You’re a moaning mess, your panties drenched and sticking to your sopping slit.

"Please," you sigh as he’s busy kissing your jawline, “Jakey…” the nickname catches Jacob by surprise, he had forgotten what was like to be called Jakey by you. His sweet girl, “Yes, my dear?” A beaming smile plastered on his pretty face, you peck his lips at the pretty sight, cupping his cheeks as you do so.

“I need you, Cobie.” You provokingly moan, hoping to seduce him, your lips brushing against his in the process, “Want you so bad.”

“Let me taste you first, baby.” Playing your game, in a seductive manner, Jacob’s teeth find your lip once again - although way more gentler this time. “Lie down, love.” You nod, un-straddling his lap.

Jacob kneels between your thighs as he separates them, your cunt clenching at the sensation of his cold hands coming into contact with your warmer skin. You inhale deeply, shivering when cool air hits your bare body as Jacob rubs his nose against your covered clit before shamelessly breathing your scent in - making sure to press his mouth on you so you can feel the smirk tugging his lips upwards. “So sweet, baby.” You whimper, gripping the sheets as Jacob heatedly ogles up at you from between your thighs.

He takes his sweet time sliding your panties down your legs until they are discarded and fall somewhere on the floor. In an abrupt manner he delves into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly explore your folds, sucking the swollen nub, his lips perfectly wrapped around it as his tongues sneaks under the hood stimulating your most sensitive parts with a slowness that drives you nuts. Your back arches, your eyes roll, your hips buck up, cries of pure pleasure leaving your lips.

Jacob grunts and sighs heavily when you take him by the hair while lifting your hips, burying his face against you. He gladly takes it, his mouth clinging onto your clit, hungrily lapping until he ushers out your orgasm. It's intense, your neck fully stretched as your head was thrown back, your eyes closed and toes curling, your fingers tightly grip the bedsheets as Jacob slurps your slick - humming delighted, feasting on you like there won’t be a tomorrow.

When your climax finishes and you come back down to earth after such heavenly experience, Jacob climbs on top of you, kissing his way up, making sure to leave a few hickeys on your belly, ribcage and breasts as his cold fingers pinch your nipples. You moan loudly at the stimulation, the coldness of his skin being the icing of the cake, your slit gushing so much that it’s started dripping down the crack of your ass forming a wet patch on the bedsheets.

“Take off your clothes, please” you beg, breathless. He immediately obeyed, his pants and underwear flying somewhere. Once he’s climbed on top of you again you drew him closer by his silver chain, your lips meet in a slow yet passionate kiss. His lips so perfect, so soft and pillowy. From his mouth you get a taste of yourself. Your tongues fighting for dominance, teasing each other, your spit mixing with his and his with yours.

Ready for the next step, you slide one of your hands between your naked bodies to grab him in your hand, your moans muffled by his mouth as you stroke him, running your thumb on the crown of the head. You missed the feeling of his cock in your hand so much - the thickness, the smoothness, so perfect.

Smiling against your mouth, Jacob helps you position himself at your entrance, interlacing his fingers with yours while your other hand holds on to his shoulder. Slow, he pushes into you, the glide is smooth, both moaning in unison at the feeling. Your walls molding to him, so welcoming, so gummy and warm. His pelvis flat against yours, he’s truly buried to the hilt. You feel perfectly stretched, full in every sense. Jacob doesn’t plan on holding back, he plans on fucking you like a mad man.

“I f-forgot how t-thick you are.” You comment, words stumbled out thanks to the brutality of his thrusts. Panting, Jacob shushes you with sweet nothings, kissing your mouth. In every thrust lets you know how much he’s missed you, how much he’s needed you. Every thrust leaves you hungry for more.

Pleasure wracks through you, all you can do is mutter babbles of how good he’s fucking you and cry out of pleasure. In a matter of few minutes you’re already too far gone to even remember your own name. All your senses focused on him and him only, on the feeling of him inside you, on the sensations he provokes in your body. You feel lightheaded, hot and fuzzy, your blood buzzing and heart pounding ten times a second.

His pace is steady, incessant. His cool finger-pads find your clit the moment you managed to wheeze that you're close, adding the perfect amount of pressure to leave you trembling beneath him. Loudly, you gasp, your skin crawling when you feel his fangs graze your neck.

"Tell me. Tell me you want me.” Jacob demands through his panting, though it almost sounds like he's begging for it. You moan his name, baring your neck for his mouth to enjoy.

"I-I want you." Your eyes roll back, your walls clasping on to him, toes curling, nails digging into the flesh on his left shoulder. “You feel so g-good - fuck! - I’ve missed you so much. Your cook’ s-so good.” You ramble, standing on the edge of the cliff. Jacob’s loving it, and you feel it in his actions. He holds you tighter, pulls you closer, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. “Do it… do it!” You insist.

His eyes pop open, his fully blown pupils bore into yours. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth before you take his bottom lip between your teeth, gently pulling it. "Bite me while you cum in me," you command.

Jacob curses under his breath, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. Savouring the moment, he takes his last pumps into you, moaning into your neck as his teeth pierce your flesh and his warm cum spills inside you filling you up nicely. You cry out, the mixture of pain and pleasure clashing on to you like a brave wave.

After it, he firmly holds you for several minutes, pampering your neck and face with sweet, loving pecks.

"How are you still hard?" You sigh in exasperation, just having calmed down your heart rate. Jacob chuckles airily.

"I wasn't lying when I told you that I missed you."