kinktober day 9: somnophilia, riding & overstimulation
pairing: top/seme male reader x imprint! jacob black
premise: after years of pining over bella, jacob unexpectedly imprints on you—and now he's determined to prove he doesn't love her anymore
postscript: how are we feeling about the coloring over the photos? I feel like it doesn't work as well with real-life humans as it does with drawings...should I keep it like this or switch it up when I write about real people characters?? also, I might edit this later since I haven’t given it a thorough proofread yet, so please bear with me if you see any changes made later on.
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it had been around 2 weeks since jacob imprinted on you.
the whole ordeal had occurred after he got into it with bella and edward. again. it had become a recurring routine for him to butt heads with the vampire in an attempt to stay around bella, who everyone but him realized had no real solid intentions with him.
nobody had the heart to tell him, though, so instead they chose to keep the peace they themselves had with the shapeshifter and say nothing about it. of course, with your luck, you got stuck being the one that had to take a turn at comforting him after the quarrel happened.
sure, you were used to jacob's stubborn antics at this point, but that didn't make them any less annoying to deal with. you'd think that after running into the same damn wall of bella choosing edward over him, he'd take a hint, yet he never did. and you never had it in you to snap him out of the delusion. that's why right now, you were patting his back and giving small reassuring words while he stayed hunched over, with his head in his hands while sitting next to you.
"it's alright; she'll realize how much better you are one day," you reassured, really actually saying it more for the sake of the situation rather than to be realistic. you had long given up on trying to open jacob's eyes about how things actually were from an outside perspective, mainly now just focusing on saying whatever was needed to get him back on his feet.
you loved jake, and if lying to him at his most vulnerable state meant keeping him stable and happy, you'd do it till you lost your voice. he didn't need to know that, though. it's not like the feeling was exactly reciprocated with how open he was about his devotion to bella.
"I don't know (m/n)," jacob groaned into his hands, still too bummed out to actually move from his stance. he let his hands slide upwards and comb through his hair, leaning his head downwards and letting it hang in the process. "she's been with that stonehead for nearly three years now; I'm starting to lose hope in there ever being a reality where she picks me over him."
you internally cringed at his words, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. seriously, how dense could someone be? 'I get being in love can make you blind, but jesus, this is excessive,' you thought to yourself, only visibly letting out a long sigh before leaning your own upper body forward to be at level with jacob and taking hold of his chin, raising it up to meet your gaze.
"regardless of who she chooses, you need to remember that you're an amazing guy that any person would be lucky to have," you softly stated, letting a small smile fall on your lips.
that's when it hit him. the deep, intense feeling that targeted his chest before spreading to the rest of his body. he felt a wave of tranquil euphoria wash through him as he looked into your eyes. suddenly all the small but significant attributes on your face became more noticeable for him, and that gentle, caring stare you were giving him started causing a sensation he only thought possible to feel for one girl to fill his stomach.
ah, so this is what it felt like.
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after that day, you noticed jacob starting to act...peculiar towards you. if you tried going over to him and making conversation, he'd go beat red and immediately make an excuse to get away. during patrol breaks when he and the other shapeshifters were lounging around, the instant you'd enter a room he was also in, they'd start making obnoxious noises before sam shut them up. he'd also begin to keep tabs on you. even though he wasn't talking to you, he'd check up on your whereabouts while in wolf form, silently stalking you before leaving to go complete his own missions.
it was all so odd. now it seemed like you were the only one unaware of what was going on while everyone around you seemed to have caught on centuries ago. you didn't bother thinking too hard about it, though. aside from all the recent weird behavior, it seemed that jake had miraculously lost his long-lasting crush on bella. he no longer seemed interested in going out of his way to see her, focusing more on his wolf pack duties and hanging around the tribe's circle—especially hanging around you.
one day when you were able to catch him before he ran away again, you brought up that change in him you'd recently noticed. "you know," you chirped, looking up at the sky before continuing your sentence. you were too enthralled by the clouds to take note of jacob's hazy stare. if it were possible for shapeshifters to, he'd swear he almost went into heat every time he hung around you too long. it didn't help that he naturally had an exceedingly high body temperature, so really, being in close proximity to you didn't make things any easier.
"I'm surprised you don't pay bella as much attention anymore. since, like, you're obsessed with her and stuff." you chuckled, smiling to yourself while your eyes shifted between different clouds. the mention of bella and jacob's feelings for her made his heart drop to his abdomen. right. you still believed he was in love with her.
"uh, yeah," he muttered out, his gaze shooting down to meet the ground beneath you two. "I think I'm just starting to lose the crush. haven’t really been thinking about her much as of recently."
you let out a hum in response, keeping your view glued to the sky. an awkward silence started to build around you both, so you decided to leave the topic alone and switch to something more digestible instead. but as you continued to pursue the conversation with jacob, you failed to realize that your mentions of bella caused something to become very clear in his mind.
he needed to prove to you he was over her.
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the shapeshifter started to brew a plan that made you realize there was nothing going on between him and the human girl anymore. he even went through with making notes and such to brainstorm ideas that could help get the message across.
during patrol you were all he could think about. ever since he began working towards a plan, you'd gained an even bigger place in his head than before. and that was a problem for the rest of the pack, especially during the period they were in wolf form and could hear his every thought.
"dude, your thoughts are starting to get annoying to deal with," barked out paul, giving jacob a mean growl through his wolf form. "if you're not going to do anything about your feelings, stop making us victims of them."
jacob was about to snap at his companion until an idea dawned on him. he needed to do something. you were never going to get the message if all he did was ponder about it.
the moment patrol ended, he ran to your house while still in his shifted form, only retreating back to his human figure once he was in front of the establishment. the man was completely naked, not having considered shielding himself before booking it for your place. he went around the house to where your room was located, noticing you'd left your window open.
bingo.
as he pulled himself through the open segment of your home, he quietly landed on the floor of your room. you were sound asleep, not a single sign of you waking up being present. he gently trod over to your bed, slowly climbing in to best avoid any vigorous movement from your mattress.
he lightly peeled the blanket covering you off, sliding his hands down where your shorts and briefs were covering your lower half. pulling them down, your soft cock was revealed. wrapping a hand around your dick, he leaned his face lower to spit on it, using the saliva as a lubricant to make jerking you off easier. by this point you were starting to shuffle around a bit, not fully awake, but not exactly far from it.
your shaft started hardening in jacob's hand, his movements causing you to gain an erection even through sleep. he moved his head to be inches from your cock, licking a line up a vein that decorated the side of it and earning a low groan from you. afterwards he pulled back his head, inserting his index and ring fingers in his mouth as he wet them. he sucked on them until drool accumulated and leaked from the corners of his mouth. after he got them wet enough, he pulled them out of his oral cavity, placing his arm behind his back and aligning his finger with his hole, slowly using them to stretch himself open.
a small whimper left his mouth as a result of the stretch his fingers caused. he pumped the digits into himself while going back to your dick, making it his goal to get you completely hard. as his hand started gliding up and down your shaft faster, you started breathing harder, your oxygen intake becoming more rigid.
you eventually blinked your eyes open, becoming officially awakened from your slumber. looking around, you could barely make any sense of the situation before you. jacob was butt-naked on his knees, arched over and fingering himself while jerking you off with his other hand. were you actually awake?
the opportunity to wrap your head around the situation at hand was short-lived, however, as a guttural moan left your mouth when you attempted to ask the other male what he was doing, the pleasure of his hand butchering your effort for words. he looked up at you, his actions not halting in the slightest.
"oh, you're awake," he whispered, a strain accompanying his words. his own attempts to get words out, though successful, came out a bit unnatural due to voice's instability because of him pleasuring himself.
you wanted to take another go at speaking, but jacob cut you off from it. "at least you're conscious for the best part," he teased, standing upright on the bed before crawling over to be on top of your frame. you were too drowsy for this. falling into sleep had been the last thing you remembered, and now you had been awakened by your best friend trying to fuck himself on you.
with your mind still foggy, you didn't take any initiative to get the man off you, letting him place his hands on your chest and lower himself onto your cock. an audible whine left his throat; even through closed lips, the stretch of your dick was too much for him. the two measly fingers he'd prepped himself with were basically useless at the moment.
feeling your cock being swallowed into his tight, warm walls, you throw your head back. a ragged moan escaped your mouth, with no attempts to keep your voice down being made. you had completely forgotten that your parents were still under the same roof as you and could possibly hear something if too much noise was made. jacob, being the only one who seemed to remember this, slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling your moans while beginning to ride you.
"hahh-shit, you're gonna g-get us caught," he breathed out, trying to keep his voice as low as possible. it'd be bad for the both of you if anyone walked in on the scene. that didn't stop him from continuing his actions, though, rocking his hips and swaying them in circles around your cock.
you kept making noise through his palm, a stream of muffled moans being heard throughout the room. hopefully the sounds you were making didn't travel past it. your eyes began rolling to the back of your head as your release neared you. it was almost impossible to not finish fast when jake was the one whose walls you were in.
he was so warm. his body temperature made holding off on cumming near impossible. the sweat that was prickling through your skin in response to his physique's heat was nothing compared to how good your dick felt nestled inside him.
you tried informing jacob you were going to cum, but with his firm hand still blocking your mouth, all you could do was let some more groans leave you before your eyes rolled back, flooding his walls with all of your load.
jake let out a groan at the feeling of you filling up, purposely avoiding making any unnecessary movements that could lead to your semen leaking out of him whilst still chasing his high. by now you were borderline overstimulated, with your fresh-off-an-orgasm cock still being used for the other males' own pleasure.
your frame started to shake as his movements got harder, the creak of your mattress echoing throughout the walls of the room. after a few more seconds, jacob followed your lead and came too, ropes of cum spurting out onto both your bellies as he breathed heavily.
he let himself fall onto you, his full body weight on top of yours, while the both of you took a moment to catch your breath. all you could think about, though, during the period was how warm he felt. you could almost doze off and fall back asleep with how cozy he was.
moving your hands lower to grasp both of jake's hips, you gently lifted them upward to take your now soft cock out of him. he let out a disappointed groan from this, as your fluids started leaking down his thighs, but you didn't let it stop you from proceeding.
after having pulled out, you wrapped your arms around the other male, firmly cuddling him as you two relaxed into each other's touch. you were about to let the situation end like that and ask questions later, fluttering your eyes closed with the intention of going back to your slumber, with jake accompanying you this time, until—
creak. the sound of a door from another room in the house opening was followed by your father's voice telling your mom he was just going to check up on you out of concern for the "random noises" they heard.
WARNINGS : smut, praise, riding, kinda size kink, p in v, unprotected sex, established relationship, stomach bulge, creampie
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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.”
A/N: Didn’t feel like doing a whole fic today so while we wait for the poll results have this ^^ in a very twilight mood rn & wishing for autumn
Jacob’s touchy. Too touchy sometimes. He can’t be within two feet of you without curling a possessive arm around your waist, a bicep across your shoulder, a large hand ruffling your hair. PDA doesn’t exist to this man, he’ll sneak up behind you and fold you into his huge body in the middle of a shopping centre if he feels like it, which is all the time.
Being with Jacob means you’ve learnt to just accept that part of him, he has his reasons and in all reality you don’t particularly mind anyway. He’s like your own personal heater, radiating waves of warmth, blooming like rays of sun wherever he makes contact. He enjoys the closeness, the subtle intimacy of feeling your soft skin on his own, calloused hands tracing the contours of your body like he’s memorising every inch of your skin, every mark, every blemish.
It’s bad in the summer, where the heat is crawling under your skin, eveything hot and sticky and uncomfortable. He still clings to you like he never wants to let go, heavy arms slung around your waste in bed even though your drenched in sweat from the heat outside and his own. He groans and grumbles something incoherent as you complain and try to push away from him, drawing you back against him effortlessly.
The pack members tease him relentlessly, obviously, his thoughts are 90% you and they have to hear all of it. They’ll tease you too, though not as much as Jacob looms behind you, arms firmly around your waist or shoulders, glaring them down like they’ve started the next world war by coming a bit too close to insulting you. Ever the protective saviour, touching you becomes just another way to keep you safe and content.
You could probably give up on coats in the winter at this point, Jacob radiates pure heat for miles and he’s hardly too far from you. Always grabbing onto you ‘in case you get frostbite’ he insists, though you’re confident he’s just too embarrassed to admit he enjoys having you close. His warmth permeates the frosty air, travelling through your body like waves of heated comfort, fighting off the cold that bites into your nerves. His arms rub up and down your arms like you need the added friction, before they settle around you and his head lands on top of yours with a chaste kiss.
He acts like your own personal weighted blanket, despite the fact if he put his full weight on you, you’d probably be crushed under him. It’s comforting, having his weight on you, especially when you sleep, assuring he’s there, folding you into his arms like second nature, like you were made to fit in his embrace. You argue his touchiness continues into his wolf form, the huge creature never too far unless he’s on a hunt or some activity with the pack, if he’s in the vicinity but phased, you’ll find a needy wolf trailing you like an obedient dog.
Prompt: Being forced to work with someone on a biology project was torture; being forced to work with a new antisocial student who happens to be in a multi-series love triangle as a man…even worse. But not to worry! He’s as sweet as honey and his energy is infectious! He is the exact opposite of Bella Swan, so why was Jacob Black so drawn to him and his stupid grin? He's clear competition for Bella’s love that's all, right…right?!?!
Warnings: SFW and NSFW, MLM, ANGST/COMFORT, spelling errors, canon violence, written poorly, holy 90% of this is me describing emotions, reader uses he/him pronouns, described as smaller and weaker than Jacob, Jacob being envious and jealous, misdirected envy, reader is portrayed as an extrovert, Human!Reader, Queer reader, reader wears hair clips and pastel clothing, modern-ish, lowkey reader x main three if you squint
Word count: 7.0k
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Your shoes squeak against the marble flooring of the hallways, a rhythmic pattern following every step you take.
“Hi — !!!”
“Yoo — you still coming to my party Thursday?”
“Your hair clip is so cute today, can I borrow it sometime?”
Relentless chatter fills the hall as you make your way to class. To say you were a “popular kid” would be an overstatement(in your words). You like to say you're more of a token gay, you’ve lived in Forks your whole life and as you developed through puberty you found it easier to express yourself and kill people with kindness than subject yourself to a bigot's box.
Of course, you’ve gotten the occasional slur thrown at you or snickers from behind in the lunch line, but ironically when people are confronted with facing their actions they become a lot more shy than the persona they were displaying.
“Good morning —, on time as usual.” Your biology teacher, Mr. Molina greets you with a small smile. You return the smile with a lopsided grin slipping a pastel sticker on his desk as you pass by, a common trinket you've given to numerous people throughout your high school years.
Making your way to your designated seat you greet a few more people before the bell rings. To your left, a small voice breaks the silence in the classroom.
“Hey…uhm, — right? Do you have a pencil I can borrow?”
You don’t remember her name immediately, what was it..Bailey? Brielle? Beau..? Bella! That’s right, Bella, the newer student whom you haven’t had the chance to talk to yet, she's always glued to the brooding Cullens, you try to avoid them in the sweetest way possible, they don't seem like a crowd you want to mess with.
“Oh of course!” You fish through your colorful pencil case before finally finding a blue-and-pink mechanical pencil, accompanied by a matching resin Sanrio character dangling at the top.
“...Thanks” she says barely above a whisper. It was almost comically how her dark brown and greenish clothes contrasted with the shining pencil in her hand. You try not to notice but her aura seems to have been dimmed due to the space on her left, it was a fairly sunny day, one of the few ones you ever get in Forks. And the Cullens never show on sunny days, rumors trickle through the grapevine as to why but nothing has ever been confirmed.
A loud throat clear ends the interaction sharply, all eyes focus towards the front. “Alright class, I won't take up too much of your time but as you know we're nearing the end of winter, and spring break is right around the corner. Starting a new unit would do more harm than good so I would like for you all to get into partners—” a loud groan fills the room, an awkward smile pastes your face. Forks is a more introverted and secluded space, partner work is usually a no—go.
“I would like!— for you all to partner up and write a paper on any chapter we have previously learned. This will be due the day you come back from break, giving you slower workers a good two weeks to get all your writing sorted and turned in. Anyone absent has been subjected to automatic partnership with whoever doesn't have a partner by the end of class.”
You notice a nervous look wash over Bella’s face, there were only two people absent meaning working with Edward was immediately off the table.
“Hey, Bella? Did you wan—” Before you could finish your statement multiple students desperately rushed towards you.
“Hey, —, let's work together, yeah?”
“—, please work with me! You're the only person I know enough in this class”
“—, over here!!”
“I'm going to slime myself out if we don't work together!!!”
You were a fairly smart student, but this was just overkill if anything you're more personality than brains! “Uhm, sorry guys, I was going to ask Bella to work with me. Maybe next time!” A few whines and groans filled the air surrounding the crowd before they dispersed to find a new partner.
“You want to work with me?” You flinched slightly from the voice beside you, she didn't sound upset that you immediately used her as a shield but she also didn't seem as pleased as you had hoped, more suspicious.
“Yeah! We haven't had much time to talk because you're usually with your boyfriend, he's your boyfriend right? You seem a bit on the shy side so I was hesitant to approach you.”
A faint blush dusts her cheeks at the mention of the pale man. “Y..Yeah, you could say that, we haven't really put a label on it yet. You've already told the majority of the class that we're partners so I guess we're partners?”
A small cringe makes its way to your mouth, you internally scold yourself for indirectly forcing Bella to work with you.
“Right, so what should we focus on first?”
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By the end of biology you and Bella both decide to meet at the local library to get immediate feedback on each other's writing. The faster you both finish the project the faster you can go back to being strangers(or so Bella thinks). You leave for your next class with a quiet and polite wave, accommodating Bella’s social skills.
The day slips into a disorientating fuzz. The sunny morning has long gone into a now gray coat of wool covering the once vibrant blue sky. The final bell rings and you slowly pack up your materials. Students fill the hallways escaping through every exit but as you make your way to your locker and eventually the main hallway you can't shake that you've forgotten something, …
Bella! Oh Crumbs you have got to be the worst new friend ever! You pick up your pace, you really hope she doesn't think of you as an unreliable partner for this, in your defense biology was first period, almost seven hours ago and you forgot to set a reminder! You're a busy guy!
Your vision slightly blurs when you make it to the main entrance, huffing you frantically look around the sea of familiar faces. There you soon spot an uncomfortable standing bella. You stumble over to her before you can notice she's in an awkward conversation with a shabby-haired underclassman.
“Bella! Hey— I'm so sorry I totally almost forgot, I promise it wasn't on purpose…” You place your hand on her shoulder, your excuse floats unheard in the air as you suddenly become very aware of the thick tension.
“Bella he’s no good for you!”
“How would you know that Jacob you've hardly given him a chance.”
“I don't need to give him a chance when I already know his kind like the back of my hand; they're dangerous.”
“Oh, you're such a hypocrite!”
“And you aren't?!”
The boy stood at the bottom of the school's stairs, motorcycle behind him, he looked slightly sweaty and distressed. From their bickering, this doesn't seem to be a first. If they weren’t obviously talking about Edward Cullen you’d assume the boy was somewhat of a bigot. You do your best to go unseen but wearing all pastel in a gray town makes you stick out like a lightsaber.
“Who is he?” Shit, Jacob’s voice is sharp as a blade and filled with venom. His gaze is dark and possessive and you almost shrink behind Bella from the way he stares holes into your hand that connects you to her.
“No one, or at least no one you need to be concerned about. Who I'm involved with has nothing to do with you Jacob.” Her words cut the tension in half, his gaze snaps towards her pleadingly. “Bella—”
“Let’s go, —” She makes her way towards her old pickup truck, not even bothered to glance at the boy as you both pass. You try to ignore the gaze that follows you both till you're out of the school parking lot and out of view, down the road.
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You lie awake in bed late at night recalling your day, you try to not think about the mysterious boy that you've encountered but it’s hard not to when he’s one of the most alluring men you’ve come across in a while. His golden tan skin that subtly glittens in the spring sky. For an underclassman, he was well built, chest heaving under his breaths, arms flexing from anger.
—And his face, God, he was beautiful— even under that sharp gaze his eyes held a passion you don't think you've seen in any other bland man from Forks, it held a clumsy but direct aura. His jaw clenched, flexing under the skin, cheeks red from anger. His slightly chapped lips were wet from his heated debate.
To say you were a lost gay with no play was an understatement. You were a friendly guy but there's a reason you call yourself the token gay.
Flipping over to your side you hug a pillow close to your chest. Your stuffed animals stare mockingly at you, taunting you for being this worked up over a boy you could only attach a first name to. A familiar pulse snaps you out of your daydream, you dare not look down at the perpetrator inside choosing to groan loudly into your pillow while tossing in your bed.
You huff as you settle for a starfish position, pajamas disheveled against your sheets, your face felt warm and your palms clamped under a feeling you dreaded.
—You’d wished Jacob was possessive over you rather than Bella.
“Fuck.”
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The silence that filled the library was almost unbearable due to your running thoughts. Bella sat to your write typing away about the evolution of humans and prehistoric times, or something. You gulp staring down at your empty paper, you weren't being a very good project partner and you knew it. You couldn't focus, you knew Bella knew, you also knew the other pair of eyes knew as well.
“You haven’t written anything down in the 30 minutes we’ve been here, are you not feeling well?” Edward, he wasn't very pleased when he found out you and Bella were working together. You don't blame him, it seemed like every male who was within ten feet of Bella was naturally drawn to her.
All it took was one unpleasant trip in your mind late at night for him to realize you were absolutely no threat. Loneliness as a queer man will do that to you no one told him to pop in while you were thinking of a hot and heavy make-out session between you and Jacob!!
The next time you saw him, he looked at you slightly disturbed, pitiful, and a bit disappointed. He knew you liked Jacob but he’d also known Jacob was hooked on Bella. (not that he’d ever get her)
“S—sorry, I'm just a bit out of focus, I'm gonna run out and get a coffee. Do you guys want anything?” You rigidly get out of your seat chair whining under you cause a few heads to turn. “No, we're all good, take your time.” You smile at Bella, she’s been progressively understanding the longer you have worked together, not something you'd expect the first time you'd seen her.
The cafe was small, tucked in next to the school. The atmosphere was calming and quiet, you place your order and wait by the counter, feet tapping. Your mind was racing, what was the smoothest way to ask your new friend if their friend who happened to have a crush on them happened to be gay, and completely unrelated was willing to give them your number?
You sigh and rub your hand over your face, you feel your cheeks warm at just the thought of even attempting to tell Bella, you’d only known her a few weeks and didn't want her to close you off after your relationship was just getting closer.
Your hand slowly runs down your face only to be harshly removed by a warm hand gripping your wrist.
“Who the hell are you and how do you know Bella?!”
To say you were taken aback was an understatement, he was a lot more handsome up close, his eyes held the same threatening gaze as before, his lips a bright red from the cold weather. His grip was tight and you couldn't help but wonder what it’d be like to be pinned down while he thrusted in and out of—
“What, too good to speak? I said, "Who are you?!” Your eyes snap from his lips to his chocolate eyes, if this were a cartoon your face would probably be a glowing red while steam came from your ears.
“I—...uhm I’m Bella’s—” His grip tightened, “Bella’s what?” His tone was dominating and intimidating. Before you could respond your order was called.
“S—sorry that's my drink…” You quietly explained, snapping your wrist out of his hand rubbing the bruising skin, he was much taller than you, not to mention bigger, you’d wonder what Bella had done to attract such a man.
You made careful steps to not provoke him further but he was relentless. He followed you from the cafe all the way to the library door. Just before you could reach the handle he jerked your shoulder spinning you around. “You never answered my question.” He spat, “You never gave me a chance.” You responded awkwardly.
“Listen, I’m just Bella’s biology partner; I'm not interested in dating her or anything you can calm down.” You didn't mean to sound as harsh as you did but hearing him this defensive over a girl who’d already had a boyfriend made you quite bitter.
“Yeah, that's what they all say, you listen here cause I'm only going to tell you this once, Bella’s off limits, she's not yours to peer over and definitely not on the market, so stay away from her.” He points a finger accusingly against your chest, the other hand gripped in a tight fist, you wouldn't lie, that hurt. Figuratively and literally, this guy had some sharp nails.
“And she’s yours? Last time I checked she doesn't even like you, not to mention she has a whole boyfriend?? I don't know what kind of three-party relationship you guys have going on but trust, I'm really not interested in being with her.” The words shoot out of your mouth like bullets. You grip his finger, eyebrow furrowed.
“Yeah, that's what they all say before they're suddenly confessing their undying love for her and become inseparable from her—”
“Dude im gay!” The silence is heavy, the words slipped from your mouth before you could catch them. You weren't expecting to come out to a stranger you were having wet dreams about but you didn't know any other way to get him off your tail.
He stands unfazed fists clenching and unclenching, he sighs before opening his mouth. “So people can't be bi anymore?” You were floored, you threw your head covering your mouth as you tried to contain the laughter that threatened to escape.
“What?! I'm being serious, stop laughing.” You huff as you bend over resting your hands on your knees, you tilt your head to look up at him. “You're impossible, no I'm not bisexual, and I'm not interested in Bella. Really, we're just lab partners.”
He stares down at your cheeks a warm red, he is embarrassed. “Whatever…” He huffed pulling the library door open and walking in. “Hey wait up!” You quickly recover realizing he intended to stick around.
—
“Jacob? What are you doing here?” Bella looked up from her computer. “I thought I smelled a dog,” Edward says smirkingly, leaning back. To your surprise, Jacob lets out what almost sounds similar to a growl.
“Do you have a dog, Jacob?” You say confused looking between the three people, you didn't know him that well but you also didn't think he smelled of anything. He flinches back looking a bit frantic, “Uhm…something like that.”
“Hm, okay!” You choose not to push and pull your seat out to begin writing the outline of your essay.
Time seems to fly by after Jacob arrives because you all flow into a conversation, more bickering on Jacob and Edward's part but you were learning the dynamic of their “relationship”, Jacob seemed to yearn and crave Bella’s affection while Edward seemed to gain it more naturally. You feel a bit out of place but Bella always finds ways to rope you back in.
By the time you’ve finished writing your rough draft, it was already dark outside, “I think we're done for the day.” You say leaning back stretching your arms out. “You barely did anything,” Edward says snarkly, “well, until a certain someone showed up.” His remark is short-lived as Bella elbows him. Jacob looks a bit confused but glares at Edward due to Bella’s reaction
Of course they knew, why wouldn't they? Every time Jacob talked you looked at him like a lovesick puppy desperate for attention. You meant to hide it better but it was hard when your mind immediately wanted to keep tabs on everything he said.
“Whatever, man, what about your project? I haven't seen you write a thing since we got here?” You lean forward resting your chin on your palm, Edward matches your energy and replies just as smart. “I finished it already, smartass.” You shoot back gripping the table, “No way!”
“He works fast,” Bella says, grabbing her bag and getting up. As she does both boys seem to follow, leaving you the only one still sitting. You quickly follow realizing they weren't going to wait for you. “Hey hold on!”
—
The next few weeks are a blur. Jacob continues to join in on you and Bella's project sessions, Edward joins as well, obviously. Jacob claims it's to keep an eye on you and Bella no matter how many times you try to explain it, he’s naturally possessive towards her. Whenever you get a bit too close to her a sharp “growl” slips from his throat, or at least that's what you say.
Unbeknownst to you whenever you aren't looking his gaze lingers just a bit too long, his mouth dries whenever he realizes he wasn't growling at you but Bella. His cheeks flush whenever you smile at him.
“Fuck…” He whispers looking at you.
—
“There's a bonfire tonight, you should come, uhm Bella will be there.” You and Jacob were alone, you ran into each other at the grocery store and decided to catch up, it’d been a while since you’d last seen him, he stopped meeting with you and Bella —blamed it on getting busy with his new job.
The air was awkward but in a comforting way, it had been the first time you two were truly alone. (in a friendly way)
Your gaze dropped a little, your heart had fluttered when he invited you, it seemed almost like a “meet my family” date, then he mentioned Bella, and those thoughts faded. You felt stupid for thinking anything romantic would come out of a bonfire but you couldn't help your little heart that yearned for something more.
You hesitate for a second before looking up at him, “I’d love to, send me the information i’ll be there!” you look up to see he's already staring at you, you try not to look down at his lips you really do but you couldn't resist, your eyes flicker down to his lips and for a second the world around you two seems like a blur, all you could focus on was the way his breathing staggered under your gaze lips slightly watered.
Neither of you say anything you hold each other's gaze your bodies feel weightless as you both begin to lean in, his lips are only a nod away from your as your noses bump into each other and slide into place, you can feel his body heat against you as his chest meets yours neither of you break eye contact, his eyes start to droop and just before you make contact—
“hmph?!—” Your hand clamps over his mouth as you launch yourself back. “Jacob, I’m so sorry—” You remove your hand, eyes frantically looking anywhere but his face. “I uhm, I gotta go but will be there tonight see you later!” You step back, almost tripping over your own feet, sprinting away in any direction that wasn't towards him. “Hey, —, wait!—” You don't hesitate, you keep sprinting.
Jacob looked down at his hand, his whole body felt like it was on fire, noises from the street seemed so far away, the only thing his ears focused on was the way your feet slammed against the pavement, the way your breath quickened with anticipation and anxiety. Your scent, god it was almost indescribable how it made his brain fog, you smelled of freshly found honey, the organic kind. So sweet it almost made him instinctively sniff for more. His heart ached as you ran from him, because now, you were his everything. His touch pokes against his cheek and his eyes lock in the direction you’d run.
“Shit…”
—
You turn down a random street and lean against What were you thinking? There’s no way he actually intended to kiss you. I mean he was head over heels for Bella and you both had just gotten done talking about her. Maybe he just got caught up in the moment. You were the one who initiated that kiss right? Fuck, you were gay but the last thing you would want to do is force yourself on someone!
You grip your hair and pull and you sink towards the floor. “I'm so fucking cooked…” You mumble, but as you lean against the wall you couldn't help but think about the way you felt his breath against yours, for a moment you let your mind wander to all the possibilities that could have unfolded. Could've, a hypothetical, because no matter how much you imagine you still sat alone against the wall.
—
Heart thumping loudly against your chest you step out of Bella’s truck, you didn't trust yourself to drive. Your nervous system was going crazy and your eyes looked almost lost.
“Hey, are you okay? Really if you need to go at any time I'm more than happy to take you home, don't push yourself.”
God bless Bella’s soul she was such a sweetheart. You take a deep breath, you stare at your reflection on her truck. You choose a pastel sweater, jeans, a matching hair clip, and Converse, nothing too crazy or out there, just something fitting for the cold weather. “Do you think they’ll like me?”
“— I haven't met a single person that doesn't like you, you sweet, like honey. Also, you kinda smell like it” She laughs softly. You smile at her, appreciating her way of comforting you.
—
The night had been going well so far. You had met a few members of his tribe and they'd shared embarrassing stories, not that getting along with people had been hard for you.
You'd gotten so caught up in the laughter and storytelling you almost didn't notice Jacob staring at you across the fire. He said close to his father and Bella. Just as you predicted, he did think you were Bella.
You sip your drink, whether from sorrow or joy, you very much intend on getting blackout drunk tonight. You quickly turn your head away when his eyes meet yours, pretending to be invested in the story that was being told to you by a very enthusiastic Seth.
—
By the time you were 3 drinks down, you realized it would take a while for you to get drunk off these 2% alcohol drinks. Your hand instinctively reaches for another but a hand grabs your wrist, making the bottle slip from your hand.
You look up only to see a very concerned Jacob.
“You've had enough.” He says sternly and offers you a water bottle inside. You take it reluctantly, “I’m not even drunk…” you try to focus your gaze down but it proves pointless as he kneels to look up at you. “Still, I don't need you tripping over yourself out here, it's dangerous.” His hands creep up the side of your flushed face moving your bangs to feel your forehead. “You feel a bit warm come he—”
“Jacob just stop, I don't need you showing me pity because of what happened, I get it, really. It won't happen again.” You swat his face turning your head to the side. He looks at you defeated, “Why would you think that..?” his voice sounds hoarse, almost like a whimper.
You stand up, “I'm not Bella, Jacob! I can't be the girl of your dreams; I'm a guy, Jacob.” Maybe your actions are a bit exaggerated due to the alcohol, or the underlying feeling that Jacob was only interested in you because he can't be with Bella. You hadn't meant to quiet the bonfire, eyes stare at you from all directions. All holding the same energy, pitifulness. “Fuck, I'm sorry I should really go” You grab the water bottle and turn towards, Bella’s truck.
Bella instinctively gets up to follow behind you. She says a few small goodbyes and catches up to you. “Hey, —, did you mean all that stuff you meant back there?”
You’d like to say you got to properly communicate your feelings with Bella and you both found a healthy way to work through your envy towards her.
“Listen, Bella—” Before you could even begin to explain you feel your body crash into the ground followed by a sharp crack. The air is forced from your lungs and your eyes begin to water from pain.
The following moments are a heavy blur, you hear Bella scream your name, and a few tribe members run towards you. But you could've sworn those figures turned into giant dogs, or something like that, maybe they all collectively tripped?
You feel your body get flipped on your back and when you look up you see Jacob, funny, you remember a few weeks ago when you were in this exact position. Except you were in your bed, and the Jacob above you was just your imagination.
“—, hey, baby stay with me.” His grip is tight, you want to tell him you aren't going anywhere but the words get stuck in your throat. You feel a sharp pain in your ribs every time you breathe, no doubt it's broken.
The last thing you remember is Jacob moving your bangs to kiss your forehead while begging you to stay awake. When he pulls back a deep crimson is covering his lips and undeniably, it's blood.
—
The next time you woke up everything felt heavy, you were in a hospital bed closed by a curtain. “You're awake, I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen, I believe you've met my son, Edward.” You blink slowly at him, your brain not comprehending the full extent of the situation.
He continues to explain your current situation, “You’ve suffered a grade three concussion, a broken rib, and a fractured leg. You need rest, after a couple of days we’ll get you wrapped up and you can begin physical therapy.” He looks down at the clipboard in his hands and writes something before closing the curtain behind him.
You faded in and out of consciousness for the next few hours, you wanted to rest but every time you closed your eyes you saw Jacob's face. He pleaded in his eyes for you to stay awake, his tears falling against your cheek.
Your fingers twitched against the bed sheets. “Where is he,” you think, “I thought this was some cliché story where I woke up to him by my side…” you stare blankly at the ceiling, it's becoming a hobby.
Your lips are dry as you move your mouth to speak, your head is pounding. “Jacob…” is all you manage to say before you black out.
—
“He’s a mess,” Bella whispers to Edward, the three of them have been sitting in the visiting waiting room when they were informed you woke up, when Jacob was told you weren't physically fit for visiting he lost it. Being held back by both Bella and Edward.
“What the fuck do you mean I can't see him?!” Jacob growls, thrashing against Edward. “He’s not fit for visiting, he can't speak, he’s barely conscious. You can't rush to see him, you'd make his condition worse.”
This quiets Jacob, the thrashing stops, his mood switches from anger to grief. Fuck, he should've gone after you, hell he should've ripped that vampire in half. The terror he felt when he saw swift red curls dash towards you, Victoria, she’s picked you to be her next meal.
The moment your eyes closed he was on her, he shifted and dashed at her head—on. Scratching, biting, pulling; his mind was racing at a pace his pack members could keep up. They attempted to pull him back when they noticed her bloodied figure had vanished into the trees.
The aftermath was a mess, Bella called Edward and told him Victoria had struck, pack members frantically tried to calm Jacob while they waited for a first aid kit. It was no use, before they knew it Jacob had shifted and was carrying you in his mouth towards the ER.
So here he sat, completely hopelessly, only separating you two was a wall and his self-restraint.
—
The next time you wake up Jacob is at your side, awake and hyper aware of his surroundings, every shoe squeak causes him to turn towards the noise and release a guttural rumble.
Your throat is dry, you attempt to speak but it comes out as a cough causing your whole body to spasm. His head snaps in your direction, almost causing whiplash.
“—, fuck— you're awake, hey, it's okay, I'm here.” He attempts to soothe you, clumsily grabs the glass of water on the side table bringing it to your lips. “Here, drink slowly.”
When you finish, hold your hand bringing it to his lips. “You scared the hell out of me, god I'm so glad you're okay.” For the first time since you've woken up, you're able to say a full sentence.
“I'm so sorry, Jacob.” Your body twitches, you're crying, your lips wobbling. Jacob practically launches himself forward to wipe your tears. “—, stop, why are you apologizing?”
“I’m so stupid, fuck, I let my jealousy over Bella get in the way of our friendship and instead of communicating, I ran away like an idiot, twice. I tried to protect my feelings and ended up hurting you!” You were full on wailing at this point, no mistake other patients when eavesdropping. You didn't care, you just needed Jacob to understand, you only needed Jacob.
He wipes your tears with his thumbs attempting to silence your cries, “Look at me —, you don't need to apologize for anything. Baby, you're the one in the hospital; I'm fine, really. There are things I haven't told you either.” Your heart flutters at the pet name and your tears dry. You look at him confused, “You haven't?”
Jacob leans back still holding your hand. “—, I’m a shape—shifter.” You don't answer, you feel like a loading screen, your eyes are wide because he looks serious.
“Sorry…?” There in your little secluded hospital bed, Jacob Black told you everything. From vampires, to shifters, to his tribe's history, to how they're affiliated with the Cullens. He told you how being a wolf affected his emotions.
Most importantly he told you about imprints. “So…the universe is forcing you to love me?” You look down at your connected hands and attempt to retreat, Jacob doesn't allow you to hide from him, he kisses the back of your head and leans on your abdomen lightly to not hurt you.
“That's what it sounds like, huh? To anyone else, maybe, but my love for you isn't forced, it's raw, real, something no imprint could duplicate.” He stares up at you, he holds eye contact with you. Real, everything he says feels unmistakably real. “You mean it?” You say, your voice filled with relief. He stands up and you hold your breath preparing for rejection. Eyes shut tight, heart thumping against your chest.
But the blow never came, instead, he placed a soft kiss against your lips. They were everything you imagined, soft with a chapped edge, warm, and inviting. Your breath hitches against his mouth.
Your eyes shoot open, and you pull back, he looks stunned and a bit hurt before he hears your next words “That was our first kiss!” he lets out a loud laugh before he kisses your cheeks “Jacob!” you whine pushing him away, he doesn't budge. He digs his nose into your cheek nuzzling you affectionately. “I’d prove my love a thousand times over to you if it meant you’d believe it's real, I love you —.” He doesn't move, he whispers this all against your neck, an intimate moment only the two of you would share.
“I love you too, Jacob.”
—
The next few months come and go, you and Bella finish your project and turn it in while you stay in the hospital still in recovery. You’ve received many “get well soon” cards from classmates, unfavored by a very possessive Jacob.
“You received another 20 and you've only missed a week of school!” Jacob whines from his spot lying next to you head resting on your shoulder. “They're just being polite, stop being so pouty.” He huffs nuzzling into your neck, “You're supposed to be mine.” “And I am.” You kiss his head, massaging his scalp.
Relearning to walk with your right leg was hard, and painful, you started in a wheelchair and slowly made your way to a forearm crutch. And Jacob stayed by your side the entire time, he never made you feel like a burden for not being able to walk on your own. It was hard, trust it was hard. Late nights of you crying in his arms, arguments that ended with tears, it was a painful, slow process but it made your relationship stronger.
By the time you could fully walk on your own, it was the middle of summer. Bella and Edward were distant but caring friends, you understood, they had their own lives. They’d often send messages updating you on their lives. Weekly hangouts became monthly; it was getting harder to reach them and you mourned the friendship you all once had.
—
It was a hot gloomy summer day, Jacob had insisted on coming over only to tackle you in a multi-hour cuddle session. Everything had been going smoothly until you received a text from Bella, causing your attention to shift from him to your phone. Which is how you ended up lying flat on your back, phone in the air, while Jacob hovered over you in the space between your two arms.
It was rare you'd catch Bella’s response immediately and even rarer for you both to be free at the same time for a full conversation. Above you Jacob frowns deeply at you, he hates not having your attention.
He tucks his head into your neck wrapping his arms around your waist. His breath is hot, like always, his natural heat is almost too much for you to bear in this weather. “Hmmm, Jacob, stop! You’re too hot.” You whine into the air, if there was one thing that's become a constant in your relationship it's you whining because of Jacob’s demand for constant attention.
“You're not paying attention to me, honey, look at me. Put your phone down.” He huffs, nodding his head up and down against your neck slowly. “Okay in a second— this is like the first time in ages I've gotten to talk to Bells!” You try to push his face away from your neck, you receive a glare in response.
He hated it when you called her that, he’s such a jealous man! “Jacob, cmon, stop serious—” Jacob lifts his head up knocking your phone out of your hands, he catches it, but he doesn't return it, no, instead he holds it above your head while diving for a kiss.
“Hmp—?” The kiss is hot and desperate, his nose rams into the side of your nose bridge, (which you will for sure complain about later.) you push back for air, the words get lost in your throat as you see a line of saliva connecting you two. He places the phone on the nightstand focusing back on your body.
You were only in a sleeveless undershirt and plaid pants, you didn’t bother getting dressed before he came over. His gaze felt as if he could see right through you and in a moment of embarrassment you pulled your hands to cover your face.
“Stop staring…” He pulls your hands away from your face and nuzzles against it, “I can't help it baby, you're so handsome, all mine.” His hands wander from your wrist to your waist, he slots his thigh between your legs feeling your growing bulge against him. “Look, you're so excited for me,” He whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss before finding a home in your neck. Licking and marking any exposed skin, which was a lot.
His grip guides you against his thigh slowly, unbearably. Your skin felt like it was burning and suddenly the AC didn't feel like enough. He knew what he was doing, he was teasing you, getting back at you for not giving him enough attention. Well, he got your attention now.
You arched your back against him, rocking your hips against his thigh harder, you felt like you were going to explode. “J—Jacob, stop teas… ing me hm— please I need it so bad.” Your voice came out broken and slurred, he grinned down at you. “Yeah? You want me now don't you, honey?”
Your hips stuttered as you let out a mewl. He knew what that nickname did to you; he’d used it the first time you two were intimate and you had cum on the spot.
“Clothes off, cmon—” He grips your pants, gripping them down recklessly. Your skin is flushed and your tip is already leaking. Leaning back, he looks your body up and down.
One of his hands finds its way to your nipples, the other fumbles to the nightstand drawer, he pulls it open and blindly searches for the lube. He squirts some on his finger and lines them up.
“Look at me honey, I wanna see your face while I finger you.” His blunt tone makes your cheeks warm, you twitch against him when he pinches your nipple. “P—put it i—in already…” Your mouth salivates in anticipation. Body twitching and shudders under just his hands.
The moment he plunges his fingers in it, euphoric. Your body freezes and a silent scream escapes you; whines and moans follow. You don't break eye contact with him, he watches your reaction intently. Eyes darting between your twitching hole and leaking cock. He leans up, pressing a soft kiss against it.
“D—don't do that, if you, keep teasing m—meE! I'm goi—ing to c—cuM!!” Your voice comes out high-pitched.
His fingers press against your walls. Spreading open enough to take his cock. “You think you're ready for me baby?” You nod furiously, hips bucking against his face, cock needy for attention. “Oh, I know baby, you're so hard and leaky, you need help, need me to get you off?” He's not even looking at you, he's inside staring at your angry tip that's leaking against him. “S—stop talking to it!”
He runs his tongue up your cock as he meets you face to face, he tugs his shorts off, and he lines himself up with your hole. “He’s so cute though, pleading for attention down there.”
He pushes himself in one long stretch you both throw your heads back, your hands find his thighs, and they flex under your grip. His hips snap against yours and he groans, he starts slowly making his cock’s presence known to your tight hole.
His hand cups the back of your left leg pulling it against your chest as he moves fast. He thrusts sloppily, deep moans against his throat. “Baby, I wanna cum in you so bad, please let me cum in you, f—fuCk I'm so close” “Cum in me Jake— please!” he rests his head on your shoulder; your hips quicken in pace, “f—fUck—” his hips stutter against you before he presses hard against you. Cum leaks from your hole. “Look baby, you came untouched…” You open your eyes, you feel lightheaded as you look down at your chest. You were covered in your own cum. “You're going to be the death of me, Jacob.” You lean against the pillows hard and look up at him, he smiles flopping against you.
“God, Jacob, you're going to be covered in cum now!” “Oh well…guess we'll have to shower together.” he smiles at you rubbing your sides. “You’re impossible…”
—
The next time you hear from Bella or Edward, it's through the mail, specifically, an invitation for their wedding. “I didn't think the bastard would ever actually do it,” Jacob says from behind you. “Yeah…” you mumble, staring at the invitation.
Preparation for the wedding had been a breeze; it felt as if the Cullens had been waiting their whole life to plan someone's wedding.
As you and Jacob find your seat you can't help but feel a growing anxiety bubble in your stomach, Bella was Jacob's first love. The wedding carries on and your thoughts don't fade.
His feelings for you are real but do they compare to his past ones for Bella? You grip Jacob's hand when Bella makes her way down the aisle, she looks beautiful. Suddenly you guys aren't high schoolers in biology anymore. You're afraid to look at Jacob's reaction.
But when you turn to look at him, he’s already staring at you. And all your anxiety fades away, because in the moment you know the only thing in Jacob's universe is you, and he’d prove it a thousand times over if he had to.
“I love you, Honey.”
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[Playthrough by Anonymous]
"Talk to me. What's happening?"
Jacob's grip tightens, his fingers splaying across your waist. He ignores the question, his focus entirely consumed by the scent of your skin. He looks like he's fighting a physical urge, his chest heaving as he struggles to maintain his composure. The steam of the shower swirls around you both, blurring the edges of the room, but his gaze is sharp and piercing.
He leans in one last time, his nose grazing the pulse point of your neck. He shudders, a sharp tremor that runs through his entire frame. When he finally pulls back to look at you, his eyes are darker, the iris almost gone, replaced by a heavy, clouded intensity.
"You just smell... different," he whispers, his voice sounding rough and strained.
The words hang in the humid air, leaving you blinking in confusion. Jacob doesn't seem satisfied with his own observation; he leans in once more, taking a deep, searching sniff of your skin before he finally pulls away from your neck.
He looks at you, his expression hardening into something suspicious and strained. "You smell... like someone's been all over you," he declares, his voice laced with a sudden, sharp edge.
A soft laugh bubbles up in your throat, the sound echoing against the tiled walls. The sheer intensity of his reaction is almost comical, the way he’s treating a scent like a crime scene.
"You're being ridiculous," you tease, your hazel eyes shimmering with amusement.
Jacob doesn't laugh back. His expression remains grim, his brow furrowed as he leans in again, his nose tracing the air around your shoulder. He seems to be hunting for something, his movements sharp and focused.
"I'm serious," he says, his voice dropping an octave, sounding rougher, more guttural. "It's everywhere. You smell like someone was rubbing themselves all over you."
His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you flush against him with a strength that feels new, almost overwhelming. He looks at you with a piercing gaze, his pupils still contracted, searching your face for a lie.
"Are you actually jealous right now?"
Jacob stiffens, his chest expanding against yours. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression a mixture of frustration and an intensity that feels almost suffocating. The steam continues to billow around you, but his focus is singular, locked onto you with an intensity that makes the small shower stall feel even smaller.
"I'm not jealous," he snaps, though the rough, strained quality of his voice suggests otherwise. He looks away for a split second, his nostrils flaring as he catches another scent. "I just know what you smell like. And right now, you smell like someone else."
He shifts his grip, his hands sliding from your waist to your upper arms, pinning you gently but firmly against the tiled wall. His skin is radiating heat, practically steaming in the humidity.
"Who was it?" he demands, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble.
"Yeah, well, I've been working near a lot of customers lately," you shrug, the movement causing water to spray off your shoulders.
Jacob shakes his head, his expression remaining grim. He leans in again, his nose brushing against the side of your neck as he sniffs the air around you both.
"No," he grunts, the sound rough and strained. "I mean you smell like someone was rubbing themselves all over you. It's everywhere."
His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest. There is a possessive edge to the way he holds you, a strength that feels more intense than usual. He looks at you, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of a lie, his nostrils flaring with every breath.
"Maybe I just smell like the cafe," you suggest, trying to keep your tone light.
Jacob's jaw tightens. He doesn't buy it. He leans in again, his nose grazing the skin of your shoulder, inhaling with a sharpness that almost sounds like a hiss.
"No," he grunts, his voice dropping into a rough, guttural register. "I know the smell of coffee and old grease. This is different. It's... intimate."
He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and clouded. The possessive grip on your waist firms, pulling you so close that you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, nearly matching the temperature of the steaming water. He looks completely consumed, his nostrils flaring as he searches your face for an explanation that satisfies him.
"Someone was all over you," he insists, his tone leaving little room for argument.
"Well, we did have a new cashier," you admit, a small smile starting to form on your lips. The way he's reacting is almost sweet, if you ignore the intensity of his grip. "I had to help him understand how the registers work. He might have hugged me at the end of my shift, so that's probably what you're smelling."
Jacob's pupils contract immediately, his gaze sharpening. The air between you seems to thicken, the steam of the shower swirling around his rigid frame.
"I don't like it," he says. His voice has lost its softness, sounding rougher, almost like a warning.
You try to hide your amusement, realizing he's genuinely jealous. You start to say something to tease him, but Jacob moves faster than you can react. He reaches over your shoulder, his arm a blur of heat and muscle, and abruptly twists the handle to shut off the water.
The sudden silence is jarring, leaving only the sound of water dripping off your skin and the heavy, synchronized rhythm of your breathing.
The sudden lack of rushing water leaves you shivering in the humid air, your eyes wide as you look up at him. You open your mouth to speak, perhaps to laugh or to ask what he's doing, but Jacob doesn't give you the chance.
With a sudden, decisive movement, he hooks an arm around your waist and hoists you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a surprised gasp, your wet skin sliding against his heated chest. He reaches out with his free hand to snag a towel, clutching it tightly as he strides out of the bathroom and carries you straight toward the bedroom.
You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him as you giggle. The sudden movement and the absurdity of being carried like a sack of potatoes make the tension from the shower break into something playful.
Jacob doesn't slow down. He reaches the bedroom and drops you onto the mattress. He's not rough, but there's a certain weight to the way he lets you go, pinning you into the soft sheets. Before you can even catch your breath or scramble back, he's over you, caging you in with his arms on either side of your head.
His skin is still radiating that intense, feverish heat, warming the air between you. He looks down at you, his expression focused and possessive, those dark pupils nearly swallowing his eyes.
Without a word, he leans down. He starts with wet, heavy kisses across your collarbone, trailing them up toward your jaw. Each touch is deliberate, marking you as his own. He pauses for a moment, his breath hot against your skin, before he captures your lips in a deep, demanding kiss.
"You're still grumpy, aren't you?" you murmur against his lips, your voice sounding breathless and airy.
Jacob breaks the kiss just enough to look at you, his chest heaving. A small, lopsided smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes remain dark and possessive.
"I'm not grumpy," he rumbles, the sound vibrating through your own chest. "I'm just making sure you remember who you actually belong to."
He shifts his weight, pressing you deeper into the mattress. The heat coming off him is staggering, making the damp sheets feel warm almost instantly. He moves his head back down, skipping your lips this time to bury his face in the crook of your neck.
You feel the sharp graze of his teeth against your skin—a nip that's just hard enough to make you gasp. He lingers there, breathing you in with that same animalistic intensity from the shower, before he sucks a bruised mark into the sensitive skin of your shoulder.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down with a desperate strength, and let out a low moan that vibrates against his skin.
The sound seems to snap something inside him. Jacob groans, a deep, hungry noise, and shifts his weight to press his entire body against yours. The heat he radiates is almost oppressive now, turning the damp sheets beneath you into a warm, clinging cocoon. He attacks your lips again, his kiss frantic and possessive, tasting of salt and desperation.
His hands slide down from the bed, gripping your thighs and pulling them wide. He moves with a sudden, focused urgency, his breathing coming in ragged hitches. He reaches down, his large hands encircling your ankles to haul your legs up and lock them firmly around his waist.
The shift in position brings you flush against him, leaving no room for doubt about how much he wants you. He looks at you for a heartbeat, his eyes dark, clouded, and utterly consumed.
"You're mine," he rasps, the words barely a whisper. "Only mine."
"Always yours," you whisper, the words disappearing into the space between your lips.
Jacob lets out a shuddering breath, his forehead dropping against yours. The heat radiating from him feels like a physical weight, pressing you down into the mattress. He shifts, his movements heavy and purposeful, as he finally slides himself into you.
A sharp, sudden intake of air escapes you, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He freezes for a second, his muscles locking tight, his eyes searching yours with a raw, desperate hunger. He looks almost pained by the proximity, his jaw tight as he fights for control.
Slowly, he begins to move. The rhythm is steady and possessive, each thrust driving the air from your lungs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck again, his breathing ragged and hot.
"Mine," he groans, the word vibrating through your skin. "Everything about you... mine."
He picks up the pace, his grip on your waist tightening until it's almost bruising. The world narrows down to the heat of his skin and the sound of your synchronized breathing in the quiet room.
"I love you, Jacob," you whisper, the words slipping out as a ragged breath.
Jacob freezes for a split second, his entire body locking up against yours. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression raw and stripped of the jealousy that had fueled him moments ago. The intensity in his eyes shifts, softening into something aching and profoundly deep.
He lets out a sound that is half-groan, half-sob, before crashing his lips back against yours. The kiss is different now—less about possession and more about a desperate, overwhelming need. He moves with a renewed, frantic energy, his rhythm becoming faster, more urgent, as he drives you both toward the edge.
As the tension reaches a breaking point, Jacob pulls his head back, his chest heaving. He looks at you, his pupils blown wide, his voice a strained, guttural rasp.
"Inside?" he asks, his breath hot against your cheek. "Do you want me to... inside of you?"
You arch your back, pulling him closer with a desperate strength and moaning a breathless "Yes" against his skin.
The sound breaks the last of Jacob's restraint. He lets out a guttural growl, his grip on your waist tightening as he drives into you one final, powerful time. The world dissolves into a blur of white-hot heat and friction, the air in the room thick with the scent of salt and the heavy, humid weight of your combined breath.
He collapses against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, his chest heaving in jagged, uneven bursts. For several long moments, the only sound is the synchronized thumping of two hearts trying to find a steady rhythm again.
Jacob shifts slightly, though he remains heavy on top of you, his skin still radiating that unnatural, feverish warmth. He presses a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, right over the bruised mark he left earlier.
"Mine," he whispers, his voice sounding wrecked and satisfied.
You lie there for a long while, tangled in the damp sheets and the oppressive, comforting heat of his body. The frantic energy of the last hour slowly ebbs away, leaving a heavy, syrupy lethargy in its wake. Jacob eventually stirs, shifting his weight to pull away just enough to reach for the towel he'd brought from the bathroom.
With surprisingly tender movements, he begins to clean you, wiping away the remnants of your passion with careful, slow strokes. Once you're dry, he settles back down beside you, pulling you firmly against his side. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady, powerful thrum of his heart while he caresses your hair and presses light, lingering kisses to the top of your head.
Jacob tilts his head, taking a long, deep sniff of your skin. A slow, triumphant smile spreads across his face. "You smell like me," he murmurs.
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warning/notes: fairy!reader, sex pollen, unprotected sex, p i v, overstimulation, hyperspermia, creampie. english is not my native language, not proofread.
drops of sweat fall from jacob's forehead onto your chest, his eyes are half-lidded, hoarse growls tear from his lips - more like the sounds an animal makes. with every thrust, just as animalistic in force and pace, you whimper pathetically, your wings trembling behind your back, pixie dust scattering on the floor - you've lost count of how many times you've come, and now your pussy is red, slightly swollen, and sore. the delicate folds of your vulva, the insides of your thighs are covered in cum - loud, wet sounds fill the hut, and the salty scent of sweat, musk, and yours and jacob's fluids hangs thick in the air.
"any second now, my love, any second…" jacob's scarred hands grip your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. his cock pulses painfully inside you, hard as stone, veins bulging, sticky from the mix of your juices and his cum, and from the feeling of it - he's trying to bore into your cervix with every forward motion of his hips. he presses against you, his fingers digging rougher into your soft skin, and with a guttural roar, another wave of hot cum floods your core.
jacob drops his forehead to your breast while you tremble beneath him - your inner walls clench around his pulsing cock, you're literally bursting from the inside, your wings quiver like a hummingbird's, and your face is all flushed, wet from tears - at first they were tears of pleasure, at some point they were tears of laughter, because around round five, while jacob was fucking you from behind, pressing your back against his chest, holding you by the throat, and feeling the flutter of your wings - delicate, thin, leaving shimmering dust on his scarred chest - it seemed funny - he'd accidentally grabbed the wrong little bottle from your shelf and downed half of an extract that causes intense arousal in humans, and then they were tears of exhaustion - there was no antidote except time, and jacob was covering your face with kisses, holding your hands, massaging your legs, tucking a soft blanket under your wings when you couldn't take it anymore.
"lock me in the other room. i don't want to hurt you," jacob rasped while pounding into you, his lips brushing against your hardened nipples.
but you didn't want to. if it happened - it happened for a reason.
and now, after long hours, jacob has spilled his last load of thick seed, flowing out of your reddened pussy in streams the moment he pulls out - finally softened. jacob's heavy body collapses onto you, and you gently push him to make him lie on his side - he pulls you with him, drawing you into his arms. he nuzzles your cheek, breathing heavily, and licks the dried tears from your face. his fingers, calloused from his sword hilt, gently massage your shoulders, the flutter of your wings slowing down.
"now you won't grab just anything off my shelves," you whisper, eyes closed, "you barbarian."
jacob lets out a guilty chuckle, takes your hand with his free one, and brings it to his lips, kissing each finger.
"only if just a little," he says, weakly biting your cheek, "so you know how much i want to be with you."
Title: “Like Fire and Venom”: a Twilight fanfiction
Pairings: Jacob Black x Reader Male ( Red Eyed Vampire )
Genre: Supernatural Romance | Drama | Slow Burn | Angst with Comfort | Forbidden Love |
Warnings: canon-typical violence, emotional angst, discussions of blood-drinking, light possessiveness and jealousy, swearing, mentions of past isolation/loneliness.
Summary: Jacob Black struggles with Bella’s engagement to Edward — until his world is turned upside down when he unexpectedly imprints on the last creature he ever thought possible: a red-eyed, rogue male vampire.
You never expected to step foot in Forks.
You’d heard about it, of course. Every vampire had. A strange pocket of the Pacific Northwest crawling with wolves, the Cullen coven settled like royalty in their glass castle in the woods. A treaty held together by mutual tolerance and necessity. You didn’t care for politics, or power.
You were just passing through.
A red-eyed nomad. A rogue.
You never stayed in one place long. You fed clean when you could — criminals, drifters, the kind of people no one looked for. Still, you were a predator. Always watching. Always watched.
You didn’t mean to get caught in their territory.
But fate doesn’t wait for permission.
You didn’t even notice him at first — the towering boy with warm brown skin and too-bright eyes, panting as if he'd just finished phasing. The second you stepped out of the trees, though, he stopped.
And stared.
It wasn’t fear in his eyes.
It was something else.
You tilted your head, fangs retracted but guarded. “You gonna growl at me or just stand there?”
“I…” he blinked, jaw going slack. “No. I… I don’t know what’s happening.”
The silence between you charged with something ancient. Something irreversible.
Jacob Black — the boy who hated vampires with a fire so hot it burned off his skin — had just imprinted on one.
You.
The red-eyed rogue.
He didn’t fight it.
Not for long, anyway.
The days that followed blurred into long walks in the woods, tense conversations, the occasional snapped tree trunk when he lost his temper. You told him your story — not all of it, but enough. He saw something in you no one else ever had. Maybe it was the way you didn’t try to explain your thirst away, or the fact that you didn’t want redemption. You just wanted… peace.
“I thought I’d hate you,” he admitted one night, sitting across from you on a fallen log. “But when I look at you… it’s like everything makes sense.”
You didn’t smile.
You wanted to.
But you’d lived long enough to know nothing this good lasted.
You were right.
When Bella found out, it all came crashing down.
She stormed into the woods, eyes wild, voice shaking. “Jacob, you imprinted on a vampire?! A blood-drinking, red-eyed—”
“Don’t,” Jacob growled. His body trembled, the shift hovering just beneath his skin. “Don’t say it like that.”
“He could kill someone. You! You used to hate them! You hated the Cullens and they don’t even feed on humans!”
You stood behind him, silent but composed, crimson eyes unreadable.
“I did hate them,” Jacob snapped, “because I didn’t understand. I hated you, too, Bella. For how you played with my feelings. For stringing me along while you picked a leech.”
Bella paled.
“This is different,” he continued. “He’s mine. I don’t care what he is.”
Bella left in tears.
The pack didn’t react how you expected.
At first, there was tension — growls, posturing, mistrust. Paul nearly attacked you once, until Jacob put him on his back with one punch. Sam called a meeting. The others watched. Quiet. Waiting.
And then something strange happened.
They accepted you.
Not fully — not yet. But they saw the imprint. They felt it through Jacob’s thoughts. They watched the way he stood in front of you, ready to tear through anyone who even looked at you wrong. And slowly… they began to trust.
“He’s calm around you,” Emily said one afternoon, watching Jacob lean against your side by the fire. “That’s new.”
Even Leah, fierce and bitter, didn’t say a word. She just nodded once in your direction and walked away.
Edward didn’t trust you. But he respected the bond.
Carlisle welcomed you into their circle, even offered you blood bags if you needed them. “You’re not the first to try to walk a different path,” he said. “But you may be the first with someone fighting beside you.”
And Jacob?
Jacob made it clear to everyone — vampire, wolf, human — that he wasn’t going anywhere.
“I don’t care what anyone thinks,” he said one night, his hand brushing yours, fire and ice colliding with skin. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. That’s all that matters.”
You’d never belonged anywhere. Not in centuries.
But now, wrapped in the scent of pine and fur, surrounded by a pack that tolerated you and a boy who burned brighter than any sun, you started to believe you could.
Bella still watched from a distance. Heartbroken. Bitter. Maybe even jealous.
But Jacob never looked back.
He never needed to.
He had you.
And for the first time in his life, that was enough.
