#jacob drabble

[hanasnx]

training

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: lewd body descriptions | harsh training | suggestive innuendo.

“You’re weak. You won’t survive unless you toughen up.” Harsh words said indifferently as Jacob turns his back to you. The cold water of the brook you tripped in rushes past your flush cheeks. You pick yourself up on your fists, your entire front drenched, and you hiss through your teeth. It freezes in the frigid air, you’re sure it slows your movements as it paralyzes your clothing.

Nevertheless, you can’t quit now, readying your bo staff. He’d made it for you, the carving of your initials on the base of it. He can be surprisingly thoughtful when he wants to be.

“I am tough.” you argue, trembling hands grip the staff until your knuckles turn white. “Go again.”

Jacob turns on his heel towards the current, the undulating surface of the water breaking against his boot. He regards you with a look, a generous one as it travels down your sopping form. They linger on your chest, the clothing hanging to you and betraying your form, perked nipples poking through. “No, you’re done for the day.” he commands, bowing his head as he rounds you, and twirling his staff in his hand expertly.

“I can do this, c’mon,” you taunt, your body flexing in stance.

“No.” Again he denies you, firmer this time. You feel quaint. His eyes meet yours, darker than before. He clasps his hands behind his back, approaching you in passing. “It’s time to light a fire.” When he gets close enough, he inclines in your direction, lowering his voice in his suggestion, “And get you out of those clothes.”

Your head follows him as he recedes to the bank, his obvious innuendo ringing in your ears. A warmth breeds within you, originating from your neglected core.

[blu-joons]

Stay The Night ~ Jacob Bae

“I really should get going,” you found yourself telling Jacob once again as you glanced out of the window of the dorm to see how dark it was outside.

The two of you were comfortable as you laid on his bed, staring out at the dark sky. His arms were wrapped around you tightly, not wanting to let you go despite how much he knew that you needed to get home.

You tried your best to wriggle out of Jacob’s grip, but he wasn’t having any of it, pressing a kiss to your cheek as soon as you looked to him and tried to plead with your eyes for him to let you go, only for his grip to tighten too.

He didn’t want to move as he stretched his legs out further across the length of his bed. “Why don’t you just crash here?” He suggested, knowing that your place was a little way for the dorm, and the weather outside was far from enjoyable too.

Although it was a drive that you had done late several times before, Jacob just couldn’t bring himself to let you go. After an evening together of lazing around and catching up after some time apart, he wasn’t prepared to let you go home just yet.

“You can stay here, I’ve got plenty of things that you can use,” he told you, noticing in your expression that it was an offer that you were considering, “and if there’s anything I’ve not got, I’m sure we’ll have some spares lying around.”

Your eyes turned up to look at Jacob, propping yourself up against his chest. “What will the others say about me staying?” You asked him, hearing a bit of commotion on the other side of the door, “I don’t want to get in the way at all.”

“I promise that you won’t be in the way,” Jacob assured you, “the boys love having you here, they really won’t mind you staying.”

For everything that you said, Jacob seemed to have the answer, desperate to have you stay with him. He couldn’t remember the last night that the two of you had spent together anyway, but tonight, he really wanted you there more than most other nights.

“I’ve got plenty of pillows, a blanket for if you get cold, and this duvet is definitely big enough to fit us both under,” Jacob smiled, convincing you more and more as he rolled you into his side to start wrapping you up under the duvet.

“Anything that you’ve not got to try and convince me to stay?” You joked in reply to him, shaking your head as Jacob shook his too. He’d had everything organised for some time, knowing eventually he’d be able to use it.

As you fell silent, Jacob knew that he was winning you over, squeezing his arms around your frame again. As much as you knew that you needed to go home, you just couldn’t say no to the chance of a full night with him.

“I’ll even let you raid my wardrobe to find something to sleep in,” Jacob then told you, the final straw that you needed to know that the dorm would be where you’d spend your night, never saying no to the chance to steal from his wardrobe.

“I’ll have to leave early tomorrow to get to work,” you warned Jacob, knowing that he had the day off tomorrow, and a chance for a late lie in with that.

“I’ll make you breakfast before you go if you fancy.”

“Do you know how early you’ll have to get up to do that?” You quizzed, but his head nodded back at you, not bothered at all by how early he’d have to rise.

The most important thing to him was making sure that he saw you off properly, and a good breakfast was at the heart of that. Although it would probably be inevitable that at least a couple of people would join you, Jacob wasn’t afraid of an early start for you.

A hand intertwined with yours as you quietened, with Jacob pulling you up off of the bed, dragging you across to the bathroom. He stood you by the wall as he walked in, opening up the mirror that revealed his cupboard of toiletries.

“Toothbrush, face wipes, facewash,” he told you one by one as he placed the items down beside the sink, “you can just use my toothpaste, I don’t have a spare of those.”

“How long have you kept all of these things?” You chuckled.

“I’d been hoping for a while that you might stay the night,” he shyly admitted as you picked up the toothbrush first. “I was saving them hoping that they might get some use someday.”

You held your brush out as Jacob placed a small amount of toothpaste onto it before doing the same to his own brush too. You both turned to face the mirror as you began to brush your teeth, trying your best to avoid each other’s eyes to stop yourselves from laughing.

“I’ll let you go first,” Jacob told you as he pointed to the sink for you to spit your toothpaste out. As you stepped forward and leant over, a hand tickled against your side, leaving you spluttering everywhere as you tried to push Jacob away.

“You’re an idiot,” you told him once you stood back up again, wiping your mouth with the corner of the towel. “I knew you couldn’t be nice all night long,” you groaned as Jacob did the same and cleared his mouth of toothpaste.

“You didn’t really think that I’d let you stay at the dorm without trying to wind you up a little bit, did you?” Jacob challenged with a wide smile on his face as you took out one of the face wipes and began to take the layer of makeup off of your face.

After the two of you had finished in the bathroom, Jacob led you back through into the bedroom, laying you down on the bed before diving under it. “What are you doing?” You quizzed as you heard him move several things around underneath you before popping his head back up a few moments later to look up at you.

His arms slowly lifted up, placing the blanket that he had searched for on top of you. Your head shook as you placed it aside, sitting yourself back upright, shaking your head as you refused to close your eyes just yet.

“There’s one more thing that I need to do.”

“What’s that?” Jacob quizzed as he watched you stand up and start to make your way across to where his wardrobe was. “I thought you’d forget about that bit,” he joked, reluctantly letting you take something from his wardrobe.

“You offered,” you reminded him, “did you really think that I’d forget something like this?”

His head shook as you pulled out one of his shirts to change into for the night. “At least you’ve picked out one of the ones that I don’t wear often, it’s a pretty old shirt,” he told you as you changed into it.

Your head nodded once your shirt was changed, “if you don’t wear it that often does that mean that I get to keep this shirt?”

“Maybe it could be your pyjama shirt for when you’re at the dorm,” Jacob offered in reply to you.

“I like the sound of that, having my own pair of dorm pyjamas,” you smiled.

“In that case, I’ll keep that shirt for whenever you stay.”

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[yunkiwii]

✧ D-3 Baking Cookies with Jacob

jacob x gn!reader ; sfw, fluff ; established relationship, it doesn't really go as planned tho, one swear word is said

wc: 816

from the collection: christmas with my biases

The tiny flakes of snow slowly falling outside your bedroom window, landing on the grass of your backyard and sticking to the others already there from the night before, were far more interesting than your last online class of the day. 

The teacher’s voice was muffled by your thoughts, wondering if Jacob, your boyfriend, was already on his way to your dorm. And, as if it were destiny, your phone screen lit up from your desk with a short text from the boy telling you he would be there in five minutes, and he hoped the class would already be over by then. You smiled at your phone. “It will be over for me, that’s for sure” was your reply, exiting the zoom call as soon as you heard his car pull over in the parking lot right next to the backyard, exactly five minutes later like he had said. 

“I’ve told you before to not skip or leave classes early because of me.” Jacob greeted you with a pout when you opened the door, throwing yourself at him with your arms wrapped around his neck, and kissing the pout into a smile. 

“And I’ve told you before that I like you more than my classes.” You cheekily smiled at him when you pulled away for air. “Besides, I only do that with the ones that aren’t important. I’m not that irresponsable, don’t worry.”

You link your hand with his, dragging Jacob into the kitchen behind you. The contrast of your warm skin with his cold one makes him melt into your touch, not wanting to let go, and pulling you again closer to him when you try to break contact.

“What’s up babe?” You giggle when he holds both your hands, resting his head on your shoulder.

“You’re just really warm and I like it…” he nuzzles his face further onto your neck, his hair tickling you behind your ear.

“Jacoooob!” You whine, trying to move away from him as you both laugh, “We have cookies to bake! Let’s gooo!”

Jacob caves in, freeing you from his soft grip before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose, “Thank you for keeping me warm.” And you thought that the way he smiled would be enough to keep you warm. 

✧

Baking Christmas cookies was your way of celebrating the holiday together before having to part ways to your respective hometowns and to your families. The recipe was fairly easy, and not many ingredients were needed, so both of you were pretty confident it would turn out great.

“Wrong! This is all wrong!” You let your hands fall on your sides in defeat as you whined at the liquid-looking beige dough. Jacob stood next to you, silently pondering what was missing. Had you skipped a step?

“Maybe… we should add more flour?” He hesitantly asks, just as confused as you.

“Even more?” You look back at him questioning, and with a shrug of shoulders you both just decide, “Why not?”

Adding and mixing.

Mixing and adding.

Some more adding and some more mixing and you hear Jacob huff, putting down the flour sachet a little too harshly on the counter, and a cloud of thin flour flies up in the air and directly into his face.

“Well… this isn’t getting better.” He laughs, the cheerful sound bringing your attention to him and you lose it when you see his now slightly more white face.

“You- you look like Casper, the- the little ghost you know?” Your voice barely comes out in between your laughter, already having some trouble breathing and Jacob slowly breaks down too, not resisting the contagiousness of your happiness. 

“Don’t you- don’t you mean the-” your boyfriend lets himself slide down against the counter and onto the floor, sitting there with his hands on his stomach, unable to pull himself together, “the friendly ghost!”

“OH! Right!” 

The tears were already running down your cheeks, whose muscles were getting tired and in pain. The good kind of pain. Neither of you were sure what was so funny about the situation. Maybe you were just happy. Either way, your legs couldn’t take it anymore either, leading to you joining Casper the Friendly Ghost on the floor.

It took you an awfully long time to calm down, deep breaths settling in just for a fit of laughter to break into your chests again. But, when you finally did, you gave up on trying to get the dough malleable enough to turn it into cute christmassy shapes, simply rolling it up in balls and shoving them into the oven as they were. 

✧

“I wish we could spend Christmas together. Like, for real.” You confess later that day, snuggled on Jacob’s chest as you played with the stripe of his hoodie and his hand caressed your hair.

“Maybe next year we could bring both our families together…”

“Maybe we could…” You smile at the thought, content that at least you had this day. Your early Christmas day. “This was really nice though.” You look up at your boyfriend, getting amazed about how he still looked good from that unflattering angle.

“The cookies were shit though.”

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[peachybun-bun]

👉👈 So I'm thinking like Moonbae and like consensual somnophilia? Am I too late for the game?

Kevin groans in his sleep lifting his hips, his dream feeling too real. He felt like he was going to cum and it was almost overwhelming. Gasping for a breath his eyes opened as his hands reached towards his hips feeling soft strands of hair under them and a warm mouth around his hard cock.

Jacob moaned around Kevin glancing up as he felt the younger man's fingers tug at his hair. He had woke up hearing Kevin moaning in his sleep and if that hadn't been enough to arouse him it was his name he was moaning. He couldn't just let him suffer after seeing how painfully hard he had been.

Pulling back to take a breath Jacob grins at Kevin as he laughs and runs his hand over his mouth taking in another deep breath as he groans Jacob's name. "Fuck that feels so good. You keep that up and I'll cum." Jacob presses a kiss to the side of Kevin's length with a laugh that sends a wave of pleasure though Kevin. "That's the point."

[thatsthewhump]

Day 46

Maeve lets Jacob out into the garden sometimes. When he’s been good, he’ll be allowed out into the floral expanses, where he’ll sit for hours, doing absolutely nothing. Sometimes his master will join him, sit on a chair on the patio and allow Jacob to curl up at his feet. He’ll rest a hand in the boy’s hair, twisting it lightly as Jacob gazes off into the greenery. The dogs will sit in front of Jacob’s crossed legs, and Maeve never fails to see the irony in the symmetry of the boy’s hand petting Anthrin’s coat.

Today, Jacob leans lightly against Maeve’s legs while his master sits on his phone. Distantly, Jacob remembers his own phone, somewhere else…

The thought flits away and he returns to staring out at the flowers happily.

“Oh!” At the exclamation, Maeve looks up sharply from his phone, gaze finding Jacob immediately and sitting forward.

“M-Maeve! It’s, it’s a butterfly!” Jacob is beaming and he’s already leapt up and danced forward, a hand reaching out.

“Pet,” Maeve starts, voice quietly commanding, “where are you going.” He places his phone to the sound carefully, the gentle clink of it landing on the glass table somehow so loud in the silence.

Jacob freezes on the bottom step of the stairs, body whipping around to look up at Maeve. “I-” His lip quivers.

Maeve stands purposefully, taking a step towards the boy. He relishes in the deer-in-headlights look on his boy’s face, the way Jacob is unconsciously making his body fold in submissively. The boy in question clearly knows that that single step forward, landing him past the border of the porch, has been a grave mistake. “What’s one of the rules about going outside? Hmm?”

Jacob falters, taking a stumbling step backwards, before panic flashes through him. Don’t back away. That’s a rule too. It’s clear that Maeve has noticed the transgression; he raises an eyebrow in response, stepping forward again. The flinch is involuntary, and he can’t help stammering. “I’m s-s-sorry I’m sorry I- There-” He swallows a whine down, hands reaching out.

Maeve smiles, a deceptively sweet and gentle curl of the lips that does anything but put Jacob’s distress at ease. With another step forward, he towers above Jacob as his arms come out to pull the boy in closer to his chest.

“Come on,” he says gently. “Time to go downstairs”. The fear thunders before the words have even settled into the air and Jacob’s pulling away, frantic movements trying to free himself from Maeve’s grip. It’s a mad scramble, or at least it is to Jacob; for Maeve, who has two inches on Jacob and the bulk of a man not half-starved, it’s easy to hold him with only an iron grip on his wrists.

It’s something that sends a thrill through his veins, to be holding onto Jacob like he’s nothing, to have his thing thrashing in his hands knowing that this was his belonging.

“It’s been a while since we needed to go down to the basement, hey,” he asks, turning, as if he’s not dragging a panicked and crying body through his pristine house. “But don’t worry pet. I’ll fix you”.

[multiwendi]

Could you do a fluff for Jacob bae (The Boyz) with prompts 9 and 10? Ty!

here is your request  ♡

9. "I didn’t know you could sing.” 

10. “You weren’t supposed to hear that!" 

[11:35 a.m]

Y/N was cooking lunch and quietly sang her favorite song from her boyfriend's band, Salty. She didn't hear Jacob come until he spoke behind her back. 

"Babe! I didn't know you could sing," he exclaimed with joy. She felt a chill run down her back. 

"You weren't supposed to hear that!" she squealed, turning to him.

"I have a great idea! We should do some cover together. You sing beautifully!"

[deobidrabbles]

[11:51am]

[summary] Jacob chooses to stay home with you to deal with your cramps instead of hanging out with his friends

[genre/warnings] (f)luff

[a/n] requested by anon

You weren’t the type to share your problems with others unless it was your time of the month. Any other time of the month, problems and stress were easily bottled up and dealt with. When that particular week of the month came around, your cramps were a problem that you couldn’t deal with on your own. Luckily you had your saving grace, Jacob, to help.

Your mind filled with stressful thoughts and your cramps made things worse. You felt like you couldn’t catch a break with work, school and now the pain in your belly. The sheets tousled as you rolled around in pain. You hadn’t left your bed all day because you’d rather suffer comfortably in bed than somewhere else.

“Hello?” An angelic voice called.

It was Jacob, your angel sent from heaven, here to heal you from your pain. You listened carefully as he took off his shoes, dropped the keys on the counter and started his way toward your bedroom. He hummed a song as he walked down the hall and stopped to laugh at the sight before him when he reached your bedroom door. You hair looked like a bird’s nest, your gigantic shirt was stretched and there were dried tears crumbling from your cheeks.

“I stopped by to say hi before meeting up with the guys...but it looks like you need my attention more than them,” Jacob chuckled.

Tears couldn’t help but well in your eyes, “Please stay.”

He nodded and gave you a reassuring smile before turning on his heels to walk to the kitchen. When he returned, he had a heating pad, a cup of green tea and PMS pills. You sighed, if only his presence alone could cure your symptoms. Unfortunately it didn’t, but he did help ease the pain.

He helped you stack the pillows so that you reclined against them with the heating pad over your abdomen. Next, he dropped 2 pills in your palm and handed you the cup of tea. Finally, he climbed in bed with you, carefully not to move the heating pad or spill the tea. His reached around your shoulder and pulled you closer so that you could rest your head on his chest.

It hadn’t been but a few minutes but you could’ve been swore that you were starting to feel better already. He began to hum the same song from when he first arrived. His sweet voice tickled your ears in the most soothing way possible and eventually made you forget all about the tangling knots inside your stomach. It didn’t feel like suffering anymore, with Jacob there now, it felt like cuddling.

[kpophours]

Moonlight Hours (M)

➵ VAV: Jacob x fem. reader / drabble, honeymoon AU / smut, fluff

➵ warnings: explicit mentions of sex (oral: receiving, unprotected sex)

➵ word count: 879

His deep chuckle almost drowns out the moan tearing from your lips.

„I said to keep it down, baby.“, Jacob murmurs against your inner thigh, ghosting his lips over your hot skin. 

„Sorry.“, you mumble, one hand thrown over your eyes, teeth digging into your lower lip to keep the noise at bay. But your fiancé - no, husband is definitely too good at what he’s doing. It’s your honeymoon and you’re in a far away country, lounging on the beach under the brutally hot sun all day, cooling down with the help of sugary cocktails in the evening, spending most of the too hot nights awake between the white sheets of your honeymoon suite. 

Your windows are thrown wide open tonight, letting the soft summer wind and silvery moonlight wash over your naked bodies.

When your husband doesn’t move from his spot in-between your legs, but doesn’t do anything else either, you finally look down at him, already beginning to pout. He’s smirking at you, sweaty hair pushed away from his forehead, dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your knees weak, even after all these years. 

„Please.“, you softly whine, moving your hips to finally have him where you’ve been wanting him so badly all through dinner. The way from the restaurant to your suite has never felt as long before.

„Such impatience.“, Jacob grins, gently nipping the soft skin of your inner thigh and making you whine again.

„Always such a tease!“, you retort in mild frustration, regretting it immediately when one of his hands slides towards your left nipple and pinches it. You moan, involuntarily clenching around nothing and cursing out loud. 

He just chuckles again. „Hush now and be a good girl. No need to wake our neighbors.“, your husband murmurs darkly, slowly kissing his way towards where you want him so badly, already dripping for him, the sheets beneath you soaked in arousal. 

He simply hums, when he finally tastes you. You don’t even try to suppress the tiny moan ripping from your throat and can actually feel his satisfied smile against your core. Then, without warning, he plunges one of his deliciously long fingers inside you. 

„Fuck.“, you mewl at the sensation, blindly gripping the pillow beneath you, your own hair, the bed sheet - anything to hold on to. 

„Already so wet.“, Jacob murmurs appreciatively, observing you with dark, lust-filled eyes, „As if I didn’t fuck you before dinner already.“ 

„Twice.“, you moan out loud, while he begins scissoring you.

„You’re insatiable, baby girl.“

God, you hate when he sounds so pleased with himself (… you actually don’t).

„Please.“, you whimper when he finally hits that spot and this time, he immediately obliges, attaching his lips onto your already swollen clit, beginning to suck and roll his tongue against you. It feels like he’s everywhere at once, his fingers still pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm, his other hand holding your hips down and his mouth working wonders on your most sensitive areas.

It only takes a few minutes for you to be an absolute moaning mess beneath him, writhing on the sheets while incoherent words spill from your mouth.

When you come down from your high a few minutes later, already feeling blissfully fucked out, Jacob hovers over you, smirking in that stupidly cocky way you immediately fell for all those years ago. 

He simply raises one eyebrow at you and you summon the last bit of strength to nod once. That’s all he needs and with one deep thrust, he’s inside you, hard and straining against your tight walls, making you moan his name all over again. 

„That’s it, baby.“, he groans against your lips, kissing you softly, quite the contrast to the way he’s snapping his hips against yours, „Come for me. You look so pretty when you come.“ He lifts one of your legs up and places it over his broad shoulders, the angle giving him better access to hit your spot again, making you see stars. Your fingernails dig into his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind, too absorbed into this moment, dark eyes roaming your body, his lower lip pulled between his teeth.

He pushes your hair away from your neck, finding the sweet spot that makes your knees weak and your brain stop working. Everything inside you tightens until finally, you snap, clenching around him with his name spilling from your lips, your eyes closing and hands fisting into the white sheets beneath you.

Seconds later, Jacob groans as well, giving a few last thrusts and finally stilling inside you.

You’re both breathing hard, when he rests his forehead against yours. 

It’s silent for a few seconds, only the gentle sound of the waves coming from the beach beneath your window filling the dark room. 

„I love you.“, you finally whisper, Jacob’s lips immediately stretching into your favorite soft smile.

He kisses you in that deep, toe-curling way of his.

„I love you, too.“, he answers, voice as soft as his gaze.

You return his smile, still a bit in disbelieve over the fact that this man now truly belongs to you and you alone.

You can’t wait to spend the rest of your lives together.

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