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𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 | 𝐉.𝐁

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ FADE INTO YOU , MAZZY STAR

jacob black! x fem!reader — word count : 1.5k

requested by : anon ꨄ︎

WARNINGS : smut, praise, riding, kinda size kink, p in v, unprotected sex, established relationship, stomach bulge, creampie

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

The bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint glow of the porch light bleeding through the open window. A lazy breeze drags through the space, not nearly enough to cool the heat you’re both tangled up in. The sheets are kicked down, twisted around your ankles, and Jacob’s skin is burning hot—just like always.

He’s on top of you, braced on his forearms, hips rolling into yours in a rhythm that feels carved from instinct. His cock stretches you open, thick and deep, hitting all the right places like he’s trying to mold you around him. And maybe he is.

You’ve been like this for what feels like hours—slow, steady, devastating. Every thrust forces a breath from your lungs, his mouth hovering over your jaw, lips brushing just enough to drive you crazy.

“Fuck,” he grits out, low and already wrecked, voice hoarse from holding back. “You take me so good, baby.”

His words vibrate against your throat. One hand comes up to press against your ribs, fingers spread wide, like he’s trying to feel every single gasp you let out, like he's trying to feel where his cock presses up inside of you.

You dig your nails into his back, feel the tremble in him—like he’s working so hard to keep control. It’s sweet. Almost. Except you know exactly how dangerous he is when he breaks.

Your voice is small, breathy, completely sincere when you say it:

“You fuck me like you were made for me.”

Jacob freezes.

It’s just for a second—but everything about him stills. His hips falter. The muscles in his arms stiffen. And then his breath leaves him in one harsh exhale, chest pressing to yours.

“What—” he rasps, lifting his head up from your chest to look at you. His pupils are blown wide, jaw tight, mouth parted like he’s fighting for air. “What did you just say?”

You blink up at him, heart thudding. “I said… you fuck me like you were made for me.”

And that’s it.

That’s the edge.

Jacob curses low, something between a groan and a growl, and pulls out too fast, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness. But he’s already moving—already hauling you up into his lap like he can’t take one more second without your skin on his.

“On top,” he mutters, guiding you with rough hands. “I need you on top. Now.”

You scramble to straddle him, thighs bracketing his hips, your soaked pussy brushing the head of his cock. His grip is bruising on your waist, and his voice is nearly desperate.

“You say shit like that,” he grits out, “and expect me to stay in control?”

You reach between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance, sinking down slow until he’s fully inside you again, his cock so deep in you it feels like it's brushing your ribs. You both gasp—Jacob’s head dropping to your shoulder as he whimpers low, his hands sliding to your hips like he needs to steady himself.

“You were made for me,” you whisper again, just to see what it does to him.

He lets out a filthy groan that sounds torn from his chest. His head snaps up—eyes wild now, something close to feral burning in them. One hand fists in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back, while the other grips your ass like he’s daring it to move.

“You like ridin’ me, baby?” he growls, thrusting up into you suddenly, making you jolt and moan. “Feelin’ this fat cock stretchin’ you open?”

“Yes,” you gasp, hands on his shoulders, using him for balance. “You feel—fuck—you feel so good, Jake.”

“That’s right,” he snarls, snapping his hips again. “Say it louder.”

“You feel so good!”

“You like it like this, huh? Stuffed full of me while you bounce like a fuckin’ toy?” He slaps your ass once, hard, the crack of skin on skin making you clench around him. “Such a tight little pussy, and it’s all mine.”

You whimper, rolling your hips down against his, and he groans again, fucking up into you harder now, like he’s forgotten the point was for you to ride him.

“Too fuckin’ good,” he pants, face buried in your neck, breath scorching hot. “You keep squeezin’ me with this fuckin' cunt like that and I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it—shit—you were made for me, weren’t you?”

You nod, nails digging into his shoulders.

“All yours, Jake. Always.”

That breaks him.

His arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you—slams you back down onto his cock with a bruising grip.

“Mine,” he growls. “Mine, mine, mine—fuck, baby, you feel that?”

You nod frantically, breathless, every bounce making your vision blur.

“I feel it—I feel you everywhere—”

“That’s right,” he pants, voice rough with pure lust. “Can’t get away from it. You’ll feel me for days. Gonna ruin this pussy—stretch it until it only fits me.”

You cry out as your orgasm hits hard, crashing through you like a wave. Your body shakes, folds clenching around him as he growls and fucks you through it, relentless, brutal, desperate to finish.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—shit—gonna fill you up, baby, don’t stop—ride it out—take it—”

You do.

You keep moving even when your body’s trembling, thighs shaking, muscles weak, letting him chase his high.

And when he finds it—when he buries himself deep and lets out the loudest, filthiest moan you’ve ever heard—you feel everything.

The heat. The pulse. The way his whole body tenses underneath you as he cums, thick and hot, spilling into you like he’s trying to breed you on instinct alone.

It takes a full minute for the room to settle again.

You’re slumped against his chest, sweaty and sticky, his arms still wrapped tight around you. His breath is shallow, lips brushing your temple.

Then, soft. Wrecked.

“You can’t say shit like that to me,” he mutters.

You giggle, lifting your head.

“Say what?”

His eyes find yours—stormy and soft all at once.

“That I was made for you.”

You smile, brushing sweat-damp curls off his forehead.

“Well,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You were.”

And the way his arms tighten around you again?

That tells you everything.

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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Jacob Wrestling With The Angel (1865) by Alexandre Louis Leloir

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