summary: you’re in charge of jacob…kinda. allegedly.
authors note: just sipping my toe back into the writing water before diving back in. 🫣 btw, jacob is my current obsession. consider this my endorsement for him to win tomorrow.
“where’s jacob?” the question echoed down the hallway for the tenth time. your heart hammered as you pushed through the crowded backstage area, phone pressed to your ear. you were his assistant and losing him tonight of all nights was unacceptable. just as his voicemail picked up again, he rounded the corner, swaggering like he wasn’t late. a red nike tech suit hugging his massive frame, red bandana laid over the top of his head,his signature smirk already in place. “oh my god, jacob! you’re late,” you hissed, rushing up to him. “and this is what you’re wearing to the hall of fame?” he shrugged, stepping so close his shadow swallowed you whole. “i look good.” he did, the gold in his mouth caused a shiver to creep up your spine.
“you look like the kool aid man,” you muttered, trying to ignore the way your pussy clenched when he kissed his teeth. “we need to get you out there right now.” instead of listening, jacob backed you against the nearest wall, one thick arm bracing beside your head. “hol’ up, hol’ up…lemme look at you.” his dark eyes dragged over you slowly, taking in the long, silky gown you wore. “you clean up nice.” he growled, his face only centimeters from yours.
your cheeks burned. “jake, move. people are…” he didn’t let you finish. his big hand wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you down a quieter side hallway, pushing open an unmarked door and dragging you inside. the second the door locked behind you, he spun you around and pressed you against the wall with his body. “been waiting too fucking long for this,” he growled, voice low and rough. he kissed you hard, claiming your mouth like he wanted to swallow you whole. his hands roamed possessively, sliding down your curves before bunching your gown up around your hips. you gasped against his lips. “jacob… we can’t…”
“fuck what you talkin’ ‘bout.” he snarled against your mouth, voice deep and rough. his hands were everywhere ⸻ groping your ass, squeezing your soft pillowy breasts through the gown, yanking the fabric up around your waist. “fuck the optics. this pussy been mine.” you gasped as he dropped to his knees, ripping your panties down your legs and stuffing them into his pocket. he threw one of your thick thighs over his broad shoulder, pressed his nose against your swollen mound, and inhaled deep. the male released a primal groan as he pressed his nose to your swollen mound, taking in the sweet scent of your now slobbering cunt. “you smell so fuckin’ good…shit be drivin’ me crazy.”
the first swipe of his tongue ripped a moan from your throat. he ate you like a starving man ⸻ messy, hungry, and completely ravenous. loud, wet sounds filled the small room as he licked and sucked on your clit, he pulled back just enough to spit on your pussy, then dove right back in, fingers pumping faster, curling against that spot that made your toes curl in your heels. “you been keepin’ this pussy all to yourself,” he snarled, looking up at you with dark, hungry eyes. “this pussy is mine now. you don’t own this shit no more.” your hands flew to his head, gripping his hair as your hips rolled against his mouth. he devoured you relentlessly, fingers pumping faster, tongue working your clit until your thighs shook uncontrollably. “jakeeee, fuck!” your orgasm crashed over you hard. you came on his tongue with a broken moan, back arching off the wall as pleasure tore through you. he didn’t stop until he’d licked every drop, ending with a soft kiss on your throbbing pearl; only pulling back when you were trembling and oversensitive. he rose to his feet, towering over you again, and kissed you deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue. then he smoothed your gown back down like nothing had happened, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “fix yo’ face, baby,” he murmured, smirking. “you want everybody to know you just blessed me?”
by the time you reached the family section for the ceremony, your legs still felt shaky. the area was packed with legends and relatives, but there weren’t enough seats. you started to step back, looking for a place to stand in the back, when jacob’s large hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you forward.
“where you going?” he asked, already lowering into his seat. “there’s no chair for me,” you whispered, cheeks heating. “i’ll go to the back.” he shook his head, an authoritative glint burning in his eyes. “nah. c’mere.” before you could protest, he tugged you down onto his lap, settling you firmly against him. one thick arm banded around your waist while his other hand rested high on your thigh, holding you in place like you belonged there.
“jacob,” you breathed, squirming slightly. “people are watching…” you whined. knowing that you would be the next hot topic of the iwc.
“i really don’t give a fuck.” his lips brushed your ear, voice a deep rumble only you could hear. “you sit right here on my lap. where you belong.” he growled, timbre rough and unapologetic. “you feel that? that’s what you did to me when you were flooding my tongue. got my dick so hard it hurts, baby.” you bit your lip, trying not to moan as he subtly rolled his hips up, grinding his thick cock against your bare pussy. you tried to stay composed as the lights dimmed and the ceremony began, but it was impossible. jacob kept you tucked against his chest the entire time, chin resting on your shoulder, occasionally pressing slow, possessive kisses to the side of your neck when the cameras weren’t on you. every small shift of your hips reminded you exactly how much he still wanted you.
you could keep pretending you didn’t like him; but you couldn’t wait until he got you alone again.
finally kicked seasonal depression & her ugly twin writer’s block ASS. i think. i wrote a very short fic to test the waters. let me know if y’all want it. xoxo — baby.
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