synopsis: "just the tip" and full nelson with jacob
warnings: p in v smut, real big creampie, full nelson
word count: 1.52k
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"nice and easy sweet girl," jake cooed as he held your hips with one hand, his other hand guiding his cock to nudge against your entrance. the feeling of his tip breaching your entrance had you whining and sitting up to escape the stretch, but jake's hand remained firm on your hip.
you'd just started getting used to the feeling of him in cowgirl and missionary when he threw a new twist at you - reverse cowgirl. "jake i can't-" you whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him only to see his eyes softening at he looked up at you.
he honestly wasn't all that concerned about you being able to take him from this angle; he knew you could, but he was more than aware that you'd need a hell of a lot of coaxing to figure that out yourself.
"just the tip, yea, sweet girl?" he smiled up at you, his pointer finger reaching down from your hip to press down on your clit, the action resulting in you letting out a shaky breath, desperately trying to keep yourself up so you wouldn't take more than the tip of his cock on accident.
jake absolutely could've been doing more to support you and keep you in place but he figured you'd eventually give in and start to slide down his cock - whether it was because of the burning in your thighs or because of the pleasure coursing through you, either way, he knew he'd be getting what he wanted.
"so good for me," he cooed, rubbing tight, slow circles against your clit that had you whining and sliding your hands over your thighs in a desperate attempt to gain some control back, "already drippin' down me, sweet girl," he mused, his gaze dropping down to where your pussy was throbbing around the tip of his cock, your nectar glistening as it rolled down his cock.
a quiet whine escaped your lips as he rolled your nub between his fingers, "such a smart girl," he praised, and you suddenly became much more aware of the fire deep in your womb, spreading more and more as your orgasm built, "gettin' me all nice and wet so you can take me," he hummed in approval as another gush of your slick came rolling down his cock.
"jake-" you whimpered, voice catching in a whine when he applied a bit more pressure to your nerves, the action providing just enough stimulation to have your orgasm creeping up on you, "jake please-" you begged, fingers tightening against your thighs as you fought to keep yourself upright as the pleasure tightened deep in your core, threatening to snap at any moment.
"just like that sweet girl - let it out for me," jake encouraged, applying a bit more pressure to your clit that had your thighs shaking as you came. a loud moan escaped your lips, your orgasm washing over you in waves as your thighs gave out.
jake took full advantage of the situation, continuing to gently rub at your clit to work you through your orgasm as he helped you sink down his cock the rest of the way. your walls throbbed around him as you rode your orgasm out, and, if you weren't so lost in your own pleasure, the stretch of having him so deep inside you would've burned more than you could handle.
instead, the stretch faded to the back of your mind as the pleasure washed through you, the waves slowly fading in intensity as you came back to him.
jake slid one hand over your naval, the other sliding up your chest to roll one of your nipples between his fingers as he eased you backwards, "my good girl," he murmured when your back met his chest, your belly bulging against his hand from how tightly his cock had been nestled in your canal in response to the new position.
the more you came back to your senses, the more you became aware of the way he had molded your canal to a shape perfect for his cock, "jake," you whined, movements slow and groggy as you tried to roll off of him and find some reprieve from the gradually intensifying stretch.
jake held you in place, his hands sliding down your thighs until he found the backs of them, "take a deep breath sweet girl, let me do the work," he murmured, tugging your thighs back until they pressed tight against your chest, giving him all the leverage he needed to have you completely at his mercy despite him being underneath you.
"oh my god," you whined, head dropping back against jake's chest when he pulled his cock back, drawing his hips into the bed until only the tip remained, giving you only a moment's reprieve before he was sheathing himself back inside you, his cock punching all the air out of your lungs.
you swore you could feel him in your throat, every part of you molding to better fit for him and him only. by the time he was done with you, you were confident you'd only know his name with the way he had you melting around him.
moans and whines began falling from your lips as he held you tight, balled up against his chest, your pussy completely exposed and at his mercy as he bullied his cock in and out of your channel.
"oh fuck jake i-" you gasped when he hinged his hips to push just that much deeper into you, kissing your swollen and pink cervix, ripe just waiting for his seed to coat her.
"jus' gotta lay here and take it, sweet girl," jake's voice had gotten significantly tighter since his cock had fully sheathed in your pussy. you numbly nodded along, trying to relax back into him, but every punch of his cock against your cervix had you jolting in pleasure.
"gonna cum in you, paint this pussy white so everyone knows she's mine," jake gritted out, his thrusts increasing in tempo and roughness as he battered your hole, both of you running out of breath as he fucked you within an inch of your life.
"oh you like that," he let out a dark chuckle when your walls fluttered around him at his words. you managed to focus your eyes for just a few seconds, looking down at your belly, between your spread thighs that were pinned to your chest, to see a distinctly jake-sized bulge shifting in your belly, appearing in time with his thrusts.
"you want that? want everyone to see just how good i'm fucking you? want them to see how pretty your pussy looks with my cum stuffed in you?" you couldn't manage a coherent response, though the way your toes were curling and the loud moan that escaped your lips told him all he needed to know.
"fuck i'll take a picture when i'm done with you, show everyone just how well i fill you up," jake gritted out, his hands tightening their grip on your thighs to pin you even closer to him. his balls tightened, drawing up as your womb throbbed, both of you teetering on the edge of orgasm.
"jake please-" you gasped out, tears rolling down your cheeks and thighs in response to the onslaught of sensory overload - all you knew was you needed to cum and have jake fall over that edge with you.
you mind chanted his name over and over until it was all that was left, your world whiting out as you came undone rather suddenly, your entire body tightening as the pleasure hit you like a freight train.
if you thought your earlier orgasm was strong, you couldn't have been more wrong. being pinned against jake as you came forced you to succumb to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you, his thrusts somehow picking up as he chased his own release.
it didn't take him long, and he was a man of his word, his cock shooting ropes of his release into your channel, the sheer volume of it combined with jake's heavy cock forcing some of it to seep out of you and down your ass and onto his naval.
"take it all," jake groaned as he rode out his orgasm, rolling his hips against yours as his release slowed from a stream to a trickle.
you rolled your head into the crook of his neck, whining as his grip on your thighs softened. his fingers gently massage the muscles there, helping you unclench them, before he was slowly lowering them back down so your legs could rest on either side of his.
"did such a good job takin' me," jake murmured, his warm, calloused hands sliding over your belly to hold you close to him. one hand gently ran over your naval to feel the still present bulge there even as his cock softened inside you.
you hummed, glowing from his praise as he pressed his lips to your temple, "i love you," he whispered, gently squeezing you a bit tighter to him.
you giggled, tilting your head up to press a kiss to his cheek, "i love you too."
it’s raining and you’re bored. your boyfriend proves to be an effective distraction (if you can distract him, that is) OR in which jacob is busy and you like to cause trouble. based off this drabble!
jacob black x fem!reader, 2k words. suggestive content 16+ pls!!
The rain is unforgiving today. It’s not uncommon for it to be wet in Forks, the rain a persistent, stubborn thing, but today it’s horrendous. Heavy and icy cold, big fat droplets that seem sure to pierce your skin and freeze you to death. It hasn’t stopped since last night and doesn’t seem like it’ll stop for a good few days.
You’re bored out of your mind. You realise rain just comes with living in Forks, and you’re mostly used to it, but you’d really wanted to go shopping with your friends today and the rain squandered your plans the moment you woke up. Jacob’s busy working on his bike in the shed, and everyone else is rained in. You’re stuck on the couch at Jacob’s while the rain comes down in sheets outside. You flick through channels on the TV until you can’t stand it anymore. There’s nothing good to watch, anyway.
You grab one of Jacob’s jackets from the hook by the door and brave the rain, using the jacket as a makeshift umbrella as you jog your way over to the garage, shoes sloshing in the mud.
You find Jacob sitting on the beat-up wooden bench, hunched over his newest project. It’s a bike he found second hand at a yard sale — when he first got it, it looked to you an unrecognisable hunk of metal, hardly a bike at all. But your boyfriend has a way with his hands, and now it at least has two wheels and a proper seat.
Jacob looks up as you come in, though the sound of the rain completely covers your footsteps.
“Hey, trouble,” he says. Then, at the look on your face, “You okay?”
Your frown deepens. “No,” you shake your head. “I’m bored, Jake.”
Jacob chuckles. Trust him to laugh at you when you’re clearly suffering.
“Yeah?” He asks. “You want to come help me?”
You take one look at the frankly confusing array of tools around his feet, and wrinkle your nose. “No, thanks. Can’t we go for a drive?”
Jacob wrinkles his nose back at you. “I’m busy, babe. And the road’s slippery, it’s dangerous. Maybe later.”
You roll your eyes. He can be such a grandma sometimes. Jacob goes back to his bike and you wander around the shed looking for something to do and moping. After a half assed search for some way to entertain yourself, you find an old novel you or Jake must’ve left in here a few months ago — you remember starting it and getting bored, but you’re already knee deep in boredom with no way out, so you decide to give it another try.
You sit in the bed of Jacob’s truck where it’s parked in the back of the shed, legs swinging over the edge. The rain drums rhythmically above you as you start reading. It takes about ten pages for you to get bored again, and five more for your mind to start wandering.
You think about how you could’ve been out shopping right now. Looking at all the lovely dresses in the new store they opened near the cinema. Sorting through books at the second-hand bookstore. Choosing a pretty new bra that you know Jacob would love seeing on you, and taking off of you. The thought gives you an idea. Unceremoniously, you give up on the book and slide off the truck bed, crossing the room to Jacob.
He doesn’t lift his head as you come up behind him, but acknowledges you with a brush of his knuckle to your thigh. You stand over him for a moment, watching him work. He looks hot when he’s concentrated, eyes trained in on his work, jaw set in concentration, arms muscles straining as he twists a particularly stubborn screw. He’s got big, strong hands, which only fuel your desire even more. What’s the best way to drag him away from his work?
“Did you want to help?” Jacob asks without looking up, interrupting your thoughts. You’re lucky he doesn’t catch you staring, or he’d figure out your plan in an instant.
You shake your head. “No. I’m just watching you.”
Jacob hums and goes back to what he’s doing, which happens to involve a lot of strained muscles as he tightens another loose screw with a wrench. You’re holding your breath as you watch his tanned bicep strain beneath the fabric of his t-shirt, and yeah, you’re a minx, but he’s really hot, and you don’t think anyone would blame you for reaching out and touching him.
Jacob doesn’t startle under your touch nor does he acknowledge it. You play it off casual, like you’re only rubbing his shoulder, palm gliding over the hill of it. You can feel his abnormally high body heat through his t-shirt, a nice change from the cold air. You find yourself pushing your hand down the expanse of his shoulder blade and up again, pressing the heel of your palm into his muscle.
Jacob sighs a little under your touch and rolls his shoulder back, leaning into your hand.
“Feels nice,” he murmurs.
You grin. This far into your relationship you’ve learnt that Jacob is a lot like a puppy when it comes to physical affection — he’s a total sucker for it, he melts for shoulder rubs and back scratches, and he turns to complete putty in your hands when you play with his hair (though you won’t implement that just yet.)
Instead, you just hum softly, smiling to yourself as you press both hands to his shoulders. He’s equally warm and muscled all over, and at this point it would take a hoard of vampires to hold you back from touching him. You get a good grip on his shoulders and push your palms into his muscles, massaging him.
It’s mean, because you know what it’ll do to him, know exactly what kind of mood it gets him into. Still, it’s not until you start to push your hands further up towards his neck that he confronts you.
He turns to face you, a knowing look in his eyes.
“Did you want something, sweetheart?” He asks, and you can tell you’ve begun to unravel him by the way he says it, plus he’s called you sweetheart, which almost certainly means he’ll give in.
You feign innocence, though the look on his face almost unravels you.
“Nope,” you lie. “Just watching.”
Jacob raises his eyebrows at you. “You sure? You’re being awfully touchy.”
“You’re really warm,” you say, shrugging.
Jacob squints at you, then shrugs. “If you say so,” he says, and (looking like he’s exercising quite a bit of restraint) turns back to his bike.
You stay where you are and give him about five minutes of peace before you start being cruel. Keeping one hand at the base of his neck, you slide the other up the back of it, pushing up into his hair. You card your fingers through the short strands at the very nape of his neck, and Jacob goes very still. You think he’s holding his breath. When you push your hand further up into the longer strands, and let your nails drag over his scalp on the way back down, he folds.
“Alright, that’s enough,” he murmurs. He drops his tools, scrubs his hands on his jeans and spins on you, hooking one leg over the wooden bench, straddling it so he can properly face you. He‘s giving you a dangerous look that makes your heart race. Finally.
You blink at him, a picture of innocence. “What’s the matter?” You ask sweetly, though you know your smile gives you away. As if you weren’t caught red handed already.
Jacob huffs and rolls his eyes, before grabbing your hips and pulling you forward roughly. You go tumbling into his lap and he catches you, hands hot on your jeans, adjusting you until you’re properly sitting in his lap. Your legs fall on either side of his hips and you giggle, pleased and flustered at his manhandling.
Jacob gives you a somewhat disapproving look, though his thumb rubs fond circles into the fat of your hip.
“You’re trouble, you know that?” He says in a low voice. His eyes flicker to your lips. He looks a bit like he wants to eat you.
“Sorry,” you say. You are kind of sorry for disturbing him, but the heat building in your chest outweighs the guilt. “I was really bored.”
Jacob laughs through his nose. “Yeah, I know, babe.” He spread his hands over your hips and butt and pulls you closer still. Your hands end up on his shoulders again. “You always know how to get what you want, huh?”
Something about the way he’s talking to you makes you so dizzy you can’t speak. You’re silent as Jacob dips his head to press a kiss to one of your wrists, then takes it in his hand and guides your hand up his neck and back into his hair.
“Keep going?” He asks in a quiet voice, encouraging your hand around the back of his head. “Please?”
Well, when he asks like that, how could you say no? You curl your fingers into his hair and Jacob barely gives you time to breathe before he’s kissing you, mouth landing on yours in the sort of kiss you can only describe as desperate. You’re equal amounts of needy as him, pushing forward in his lap and grabbing at his hair with greedy hands.
The rain thunders overhead. Jacob tilts his head, kissing you until your lips part under the pressure. His tongue slips into your mouth and your stomach swarms with butterflies. You grip Jacob’s hair harder, ensuing a sound from him like an angry dog, half moan half growl. It seems your touching earlier got him in exactly the mood you knew it would.
It’s not long before his hands start to wander. First your ass, then your arms, rubbing up and down as he kisses you hard enough to make you forget where you are. Then back to your hips, and you can feel the scalding heat of his hands through your jeans. He grabs you and tugs you further up his lap, close enough that your legs spread as you press against his bulge.
“Jake,” you whisper.
“Mmm,” he moans back. Then pulls away just an inch, lips swollen and forehead pressed to yours. “What, babe?”
You shake your head, breathless. “Nothing, just feels nice when you do that.”
Jacob ducks in to kiss you again. “Yeah?” He murmurs between hot kisses, sounding both pleased and a bit dangerous.
You nod your head, and it’s all it takes for Jacob to rock you against him again, pushing his hips up into yours as he goes. You moan and Jacob makes a similar sound from the back of his throat, heating you all the way through.
It quickly turns into not just kissing after that. Jacob’s kisses turn sloppy. You push your hands under his shirt to feel along the ridges and planes of his chest and abdomen, his skin like a furnace. Jacob guides your hips forward and back and forward again, grinding you against him slowly and breathing hard into your open mouth.
You forget about the rain, the pounding of your heart much louder than the downpour outside. You forget about the cold, your failed shopping trip, and the boring book abandoned in the bed of the truck.
It’s not long before Jacob’s got his hand on your thigh and a warm ache sweet as honey has bloomed between your legs.
Jacob’s busy kissing at your neck, bullying your skin with his teeth and tongue while you go breathless. His hand trudges further and further up your thigh until it’s high enough to abuse the waistband of your jeans.
His hand roves along the length of it, until he reaches the button. He tugs at it, mumbling into your neck a barely intelligible, “Can I?”
You nod vigorously, and your breath catches as he unfastens the button — his thumb skims over your underwear and you make a needy sound you can’t help.
Jacob emerges from your neck, smirking like mad. You’d say you hate him for it, but his thumb is tracing the hem of your underwear and you can’t speak.
“Not so bored now, huh?” Jacob teases in a low voice, but he’s out of breath too. You’ll tease him later for how quickly you managed to unravel him, but right now you can’t form more than two words.
“Shut up,” you manage, then make sure of it by pressing your mouth to his again.
He shuts up.
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A/N: Before you read this, I want you to know that my native language is different. So I am very sorry for any mistake. Nevertheless, I hope you will like my story and enjoy it.
Summary: Y/N just wanted to protect her sister from trouble. What she hadn't counted on was that her life would change completely.
Annoyed, Y/N exhaled as she walked after her sister, who was a few months older than her.
Bella had burst into her room that morning to tell her, all worked up, that she wanted to confront Jacob. Then she’d left Y/N’s room—or rather, stormed out of it. Y/N looked around in confusion, jumped out of bed, and grabbed the first thing she could find to wear so she could chase after her crazy sister.
“Bella!” Y/N stepped in front of her sister just as she was about to knock on Jacob’s door. “Did you even think for a second before you made this decision? Maybe Jacob doesn’t want to be the rebound for your stupid vampire boyfriend anymore?”
Bella rolled her eyes, shoved Y/N aside, and knocked on the door. Jacob’s father opened the door and tried to stop Bella from coming inside, but she simply pushed past him. “I’m so sorry,” Y/N muttered, doing the same thing as her sister.
“Damn it, Bel…” Y/N trailed off when she realized Bella wasn’t inside the house anymore, instead heading toward the four men standing outside.
She quickly ran after her. When she caught up to her, she tried to pull her sister away. “Bella, please, let’s just go. You can’t always make such a scene!”
Bella, however, tried to break free from her grip and continued to yell at Sam Uley.
“Yes, Bella, listen to your sister and get out of here!” The man Sam was trying to calm down spoke up. Bella didn’t like his tone, she finally broke free and punched the man.
Y/N spun around in shock, “Paul, no!” Sam pulled her aside at the last moment. Still in shock, she fell to the ground and stared at the massive wolf in front of her. Horrified, she screamed and tried to crawl backward, bumping into Sam’s legs in the process.
The wolf looked in her direction, which made the young girl even more panicked; he didn't notice Jacob running toward her, just as he had lost interest in Bella. Now he seemed to be focusing solely on Y/N. The wolf whimpered once, as if he could sense her fear, and lay down on the ground in front of Y/N, his ears flattened.
Confused and overwhelmed, Y/N looked up at Sam. “Please tell me a six-foot-tall wolf that was a human just two seconds ago hasn’t just laid down in front of me… and while you’re at it, I’m hallucinating, right?”
“Well, I guess the wolf is out of the bag!” “Not helpful, Embry!”
Sam knelt down next to Y/N, gently wrapping his arms around her waist, which didn’t sit well with Paul. He jumped up and began to growl, but with a stern look from Sam and a command to go into the woods, he quickly fell silent, glanced back once more at the trembling young girl, and disappeared into the woods.
Sam turned his attention back to Y/N. “Are you okay?” She blinked at the man, let him help her up, and shook her head. “Is that a trick question?”
Jake came over to Y/N’s side and helped steady her. “Take both of them to Emily’s. We’ll explain everything there.” Y/N nodded silently and watched Sam follow the wolf into the woods.
“Can you make it to the car on your own?” Jake looked at her searchingly. Y/N shook her head, as she was still trembling. The dark-haired man nodded and lifted Y/N into his arms.
“I’m sorry, Jake.” He looked down at her, confused. “What are you sorry for?” “I wanted to stop Bella.” Jake laughed. “You know her. It would have been a miracle if you’d managed it.”
“Who do we have here, and what happened to that poor girl?” Emily stood at the entrance, looking around questioningly. “That’s Bella and Y/N Swan. Paul transformed in front of them, and Y/N’s been in a bit of a state ever since.” Jared looked at her with concern.
“Sit Y/N down on the sofa.” Emily gestured toward the living room and followed with a cup in her hand. “Drink this; you’ll feel better afterward.” Y/N took a sip and smiled; the warm cocoa warmed her up, finally allowing her bones to relax. “Thanks,” she murmured quietly to herself.
“Do you need anything else?” Jake looked at her questioningly. “Answers would be great.” Embry came over and draped a blanket over her. “You’ll get them, but it would be better if you talked to Paul first.”
Just then, Sam and Paul walked in. Sam went over to Emily and kissed her.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” Paul said, looking at her with a slight smile as he sat down at the table. Y/N, infected by his smile, smiled into her mug. “You don’t have to be sorry. Bella needs to learn not to jump on people all the time.” Bella gasped, “I just thought…” “And that’s usually the problem!” Everyone started laughing; Jake nudged Y/N, while Bella glared at her.
Y/N snuggled up to Jake. She was cold, and now that the shock had worn off, she was getting tired.
“Jake, maybe you should take Bella and Y/N home.” Sam looked at the girl, who was almost asleep. Paul, who had been focused on his muffin, watched as Jake picked up Y/N and disappeared with Bella. He wanted to follow them, but Sam stopped him. “Give her time; she needs to process what she saw today first.” Reluctantly, Paul sat back down, but watched after the car longer than it was even visible.
Y/N had woken up in her room but couldn’t fall back asleep. No matter how many times she turned over and closed her eyes, she couldn’t get Paul out of her head. The way he’d looked at her in his wolf form, and just as much in his human form. As if he’d known her his whole life.
Her train of thought was interrupted by a noise at her window. Confused, she sat up and heard it again—like small stones hitting her bedroom window.
Y/N got up, walked over to the window, and opened it. “Paul?” “Can I come up?” Confused, she nodded, taking a step back.
With an ease that left Y/N speechless, Paul jumped into her room.
The young girl cleared her throat slightly, looking at him more closely. She raised an eyebrow. “Hey, do you have a problem with a T-shirt?” Confused, Paul looked down at himself, but quickly began grinning at her. “Am I distracting you?” Y/N blushed and looked away. “A little.”
“Why are you here, Paul? Surely not to show off your bare chest to me again?” The young girl sat down on her bed.
The black-haired boy shook his head as he sat down next to her.
“I’m here because I couldn’t sleep without knowing how you’re feeling. "To be honest, I’m not exactly sure myself. I’m confused. I knew vampires existed, and now there are werewolves too? It’s a lot.” Y/N paused, thinking carefully about what to say next. “But what interests me most is why you reacted that way to me? You were so angry at Bella, and I thought you were going to attack her, but then nothing happened. It was as if all your anger had vanished.”
Paul turned to Y/N, gently took her hands in his, watching her react to his touch. When he noticed that Y/N didn’t tense up, he continued,
“I suppose Jake told you about us.” Y/N nodded slowly, looking her companion straight in the eyes. “But he left out one detail, since it’s my part to explain it to you.” Paul took a deep breath. “We wolves imprint. You can think of it as a soulmate bond. From the moment of our imprinting, we no longer feel bound to the ground by gravity, but by our imprint. We would give everything for her, just as we would be everything for her. A friend, a brother, or a lover. The most important thing is that we’re with her and can protect her.”
Y/N nodded, studying Paul’s features. He seemed almost shy, and although Y/N didn’t know him that well yet, she suspected that this was a trait Paul Lahote wouldn’t describe in the slightest under normal circumstances.
“And you’re telling me this because I’m your imprint?” Paul nodded. “Y/N, that doesn’t mean we have to fall in love with each other. I can be anything you want. I just want to ask if you’d be open to the idea of getting to know me better, so we can see where the imprint might lead.”
The young girl swallowed. She knew a lot would change. Fear crept into her; was she ready for this? Was she ready to let a stranger get so close to her?
Y/N looked closely at the man in front of her. But what could possibly happen? She was his imprint, and Y/N had the feeling that Paul would do anything to not hurt her.
After the evening Y/N made her promise to Paul, a new life began for the young Swan. She spent every free minute with the wolf pack. She slept most of the time at Jacob’s place, in a room Billy had set up for her.
It even got to the point where Billy spoke to Charlie, saying it would be best if Y/N attended school in the reservation. Charlie wasn’t thrilled at first, but he hadn’t seen his daughter this happy in a long time, so he agreed.
Paul and she began to get to know each other better and better; they even went on dates. Y/N also didn’t go into shock as easily anymore whenever she saw one of the boys or Leah in their wolf forms. She even started to love it when she could run through their fur.
Y/N was sitting on the beach in La Push, lost in thought, when Paul called out to her. Smiling, she turned to him and looked at him questioningly. “Are you coming to the bonfire tonight?” Nodding, Y/N laughed as Paul picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
“Paul!” she cried out, tapping him lightly on the back. They weren’t a couple yet, but every day Y/N realized more and more how she was falling in love with him.
However, along with this feeling, fear also spread through her. She couldn’t get the thought out of her head that maybe Paul only liked her because of the imprinting.
“What are you thinking about?” Paul sat down next to Y/N by the fire. She had been staring absently into the flames the whole time, asking herself the same question over and over again. “Nothing.” She closed her eyes. Y/N didn’t even believe her own words—so how could she expect Paul to? Paul nodded, unconvinced, stood up without a word, and held out his hand to Y/N.
“We should talk.” His tone was serious, which made Y/N pause; he hadn’t been like this toward her during the weeks they’d been getting to know each other. With slightly trembling fingers, she took his hand and let him lead her toward the beach.
The two walked side by side along the sand in silence.
Abruptly, he stopped and stood in front of her, letting go of her hand.
“Now that we’re alone, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Since last week, you’ve been lost in thought the whole time, you seem to be pulling away from me. Did I do something or…,” Y/N didn’t let Paul finish. “That’s not it.” “Then what is it?” “I’m starting to fall in love with you, Paul…”
Paul was silent for a moment, “And what’s so bad about that?”
Y/N took a deep breath. This was exactly what she’d been afraid of. Telling him what was going on inside her, but Paul took the words right out of her mouth. Because from her reaction, he could see what was wrong. “You’re afraid my feelings aren’t real because of the imprinting, aren’t you?” The young girl didn’t dare look him in the eyes, nor could she stop the tears that were welling up. Paul ran his fingers through his hair, desperate about the situation and wondering if he’d done something wrong.
Y/N heard him breathe in and out. She knew he needed to calm down.
“Y/N…” Paul gently cupped her face so she had to look at him. “The imprinting has nothing to do with my feelings for you. Nothing is forcing me to love you. Nothing is forcing me to think about you all the time. Nothing is forcing me to want to be near you 24 hours a day.”
“Paul, I’m scared. I need time to understand…” Paul let go of her, took several steps back, almost as if he’d burned himself on her skin. “So you want some space?” Y/N nodded; she knew it wasn’t fair to him. But she was confused and overwhelmed. Paul said nothing more, looked at her for one last moment, then simply turned around and disappeared.
“Fuck!” Y/N covered her face with her hands and began to cry. Emily, who had been sent by Sam—he must have heard Paul’s thoughts—placed a hand on the young girl’s shoulder and pulled her into an embrace. “I know,” she murmured as Y/N began to cry harder. “I want to go home.”
Three days had passed and she hadn’t heard from Paul. Even though that was exactly what Y/N wanted, it still hurt her. Y/N was lying in the bed she had at Billy’s place, eating nothing and barely sleeping, just staring at the wall and wondering why she was putting Paul and herself in the wrong. When it was obvious that they both had feelings for each other.
“Y/N, this can’t go on any longer!” Jake stood in front of her bed and looked down at her sadly. The young girl hadn’t even noticed how he’d come in.
“Go away!” Jake rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket off her. “No, I’m not leaving. First of all, you stink, and second, I can’t stand hearing you cry and sink into self-pity anymore!”
Y/N turned toward him and tried to get her blanket back. Jake, who didn’t want to let Y/N crawl back into her hole, grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder, and stomped toward the bathroom. He turned on the shower and placed her, fully clothed, under it.
“Jacob Black! What’s this supposed to achieve?!” Y/N turned off the shower and glared at him. “I can sense how bad Paul’s doing, and I can see how bad you’re doing! Go take a shower, and then we’ll talk!” Jake slammed the bathroom door shut behind him.
“Better?” “Better,” Y/N mumbled, taking the sandwich Billy held out to her.
“So what was the problem between you and Paul?” “You must know—aren’t you two linked or something?” “We can block each other out; the ‘link,’ as you call it, isn’t 24/7. We just know that Paul isn’t doing well, and you obviously aren’t either. So what’s the problem?”
“I’m the problem, okay!” Y/N pushed the plate away from her and stared at her hands. “I’ve fallen in love with Paul.” Jake gave her a confused look. “Isn’t that actually a good thing?” “It is, but…”
Jake gave her an impatient look. “Y/N, spit it out!” “I’m afraid his feelings are only there because I’m his imprint!” Billy and Jake both stared at the young girl, speechless.
“Y/N.” Billy took her hands. “Just because you’re his imprint doesn’t mean his feelings aren’t real. Because when a wolf imprints, it can also just form a deep friendship between them and their imprint. Falling in love is solely their own decision.”
Doubtfully, the young Swan looked at Billy. “How sure can you be of that?” “Very sure. While the bond does have a pull on us, making us want and need to protect them, everything else is up to us,” Jake interjected.
Sadly, Y/N exhaled, “Then I guess I really messed it up, didn’t I?” Jake shook his head. “Go to him and talk to him. He’s at his place; I can drive you there.” “But first, you’re going to eat something, young lady!” Billy gave her a stern, fatherly look and pushed her plate back in front of her. Smiling, Y/N took a bite of her sandwich.
“Paul?” Y/N knocked gently on the door of his house. When there was no answer, she stepped inside cautiously.
Jake had told her that Paul had been living with Sam and Emily until recently. But, with Sam’s permission, he had started building a house on a piece of land farther away that belonged to him and Emily.
As Y/N stepped inside for the first time, she took in the wooden house. It was small, but she could imagine living here with him. Still, she noticed that it felt cold. The interior was half-hearted. There was a sofa in front of a fireplace, but the fireplace wasn’t lit. The kitchen looked unused. She went up the stairs and looked straight into a bedroom. It was dark, with a mattress in the middle where she could make out Paul’s silhouette.
She cautiously entered the room and crouched down next to him. She looked at his sleeping face. Dark circles had formed under his eyes, and his cheeks looked sunken.
It hurt her to see him like this, because after all, it was her fault. Neither of them was doing well, and that was only because she had let fear get the better of her.
Y/N gently stroked Paul’s cheek. He flinched slightly but didn’t wake up. After a moment’s thought, she stood up and took off her jacket, as well as her shoes. She placed everything in a corner of the room and laid down next to him. Paul, who seemed to sense her presence in his sleep, immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. The young girl breathed in his scent deeply and immediately drifted into a deep sleep. A sleep that was long overdue for both of them.
Y/N opened her eyes, blinking. Paul had turned onto his side and watched her sleep. When he woke up, with the scent of his imprint in his nose and someone in his arms, he couldn’t believe it at first. Paul was convinced that after their time apart, Y/N saw him only as a friend and nothing more. It would have hurt him, but he would have accepted it. Anything was better than having no contact with her at all.
Carefully, almost as if Paul were afraid Y/N might shatter at his touch, he placed his hand on her cheek.
“What are you doing here?”
Y/N placed her hand on Paul’s wrist. “I’m here because I want to apologize.” Paul wanted to interrupt her, but she wouldn’t let him. “It wasn’t fair of me to ask you to keep your distance. It wasn’t fair that I didn’t listen to you, but let my fear get the better of me. I’ve thought a lot about the imprinting and us.” Y/N removed her hand from Paul’s and sat up straight in front of him; he did the same, leaning his upper body against the wall.
“I understand now. Your feelings are real; they have nothing to do with the imprinting. I honestly think it’s something else that’s worrying me.”
Paul, who was watching Y/N closely, leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her onto his lap. “You can tell me anything; I won’t judge you.”
Paul began tracing light circles on Y/N’s hips.
“I’m afraid to get involved with you because you’re my first.” Paul paused his movements. “What do you mean?”
“You’d be my first kiss, my first boyfriend, and my first time. My first love. It scares me, Paul, to let someone get this close to me. Still, I’m excited and glad that it’s you, Paul.”
Paul was silent for a moment; he let his hands slide up from Y/N’s waist to her cheeks. He forced her to look him in the eyes. “What exactly do you feel for me, Y/N?” “I love you, Paul.” Paul began to smile, leaned forward, but paused just before Y/N’s lips. “May I kiss you?” The young girl smiled, “Only if you tell me how you feel about me.” Paul chuckled softly, “I love you too!” Paul pulled her close and kissed her passionately. He poured all the feelings of the past few weeks into that kiss, even having to break it for a moment to smile. “What?” Y/N looked at him, smiling just as much. “I was afraid the distance would drive us apart, and now you’re sitting on top of me, half-naked, if I may point that out.”
Confused, Y/N looked down at herself and only now noticed that she was sitting on Paul wearing nothing but shorts and a sports bra. He was wearing only boxer shorts. “I curse you and your heat! I was wearing more than this when I fell asleep!”
Y/N leaned down to kiss Paul again. He placed his hands back on her waist, his grip tightening slightly as Y/N moved to snuggle up against him, her hands in his hair.
“Y/N!” Paul’s voice was deep; he was slightly out of breath. Y/N looked at him innocently, aware of the bulge between her legs that was slowly growing. “Paul.” He closed his eyes. “If we don’t stop now, I can’t promise it’ll just be your first kiss!”
Y/N didn’t even think twice as she leaned down again to bring Paul’s lips to hers once more.
Paul’s hand rested on her neck, his thumb against her jaw. His lips trailed down to her collarbone, where he planted kisses. Y/N was sure everyone would know what had happened the next day, but she didn’t care.
When he reached her bra, he looked at her again. “Are you sure?” Blushing, Y/N nodded. Paul gave her another little kiss on the lips, then helped her out of her bra. “God, you look beautiful, ” he murmured as he lowered his lips to her breasts and kissed every inch he could reach.
Y/N tried to stifle her moans. She was embarrassed. But Paul didn’t like that at all. With a swift movement, he turned them both around. Y/N gasped in surprise. “No one can hear you here, Y/N; you don’t need to hide.” He pressed his lips to hers, but didn’t stay there long. He kissed his way down her neck, between her breasts, and along her stomach. When he reached her waistband, he grabbed it, sat up slightly, and helped Y/N take them off. Paul let his hands glide over Y/N’s thighs, gently pushing them apart as he did so. He studied Y/N’s body closely, every detail. “Fate has sent me a goddess.”
The young girl blushed, giggling.
Y/N propped herself up on her elbow, looked at Paul in confusion, her breath catching. Everything inside her tightened, but in a good way, one she had never felt before. “What are you doing? Paul grinned at her, “I’ll make sure you can’t hide your moans anymore!”
He took off his boxers and slowly slid between Y/N’s legs. He forced Y/N to lie back down.
Paul kissed his imprint deeply, taking her right hand in his. “Are you really sure, Y/N? We have our whole lives together to share this experience.” “I know, but I want it now, here with you.”
With a final, “I love you,” Paul gently entered his imprint.
"That's... are you sure it's a good idea ?" Surely it wasn't. Well, he did ask, well, beg, to indulge in this little fantasy of his, and you did like the sound of that, but...
You kept overthinking while rubbing your thighs together, the lingerie he generously gifted you hugging your unique curves in a way that made Carlisle want to devour you whole. Hopefully it was in the way he humbly asked of you.
He smiled, patient and reassuring. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to stand in between his spread legs. It was soft and comforting, the way he massaged your upper thighs, how he held you close.
"What are you scared about, lovely ?" He said, pressing a soft kiss to your hip dip.
"What if you can't breathe ?" You whispered, grabbing onto his shoulders.
"I don't need to." He simply smiled and reminded you kindly. Carlisle gently leaned back, taking you with him. He steadied you with his hands on your waist, your knees on each side of his hips.
"What if I'm too heavy on your face..." Your voice shivered as his cold fingers slowly undid the laces of your bra. Warm, open-mouth kisses were placed along your throat. There would be no one else you would trust to touch the thin, fragile skin on your throat.
You wondered what he felt when he pressed his nose so close to your warm, tempting blood. Oh, love... if only you knew. The mix of hunger, lust, and love was maddening. Could you feel it in the way he took a long lap on the length of your throat? Or in the way his long fingers slipped in the delicate lacework of your white panties? Or maybe... in the way his pulsing member rubbed teasingly against your wet folds.
"Too heavy... do you doubt my strength, lovie, mh ?" He grinned softly. Slowly, deliberately, closer and closer to his face. But his silly little doe couldn't stop worrying, her knees digging in the bed and stopping her from getting closer. Now, that just wouldn't do...
If you didn't want to move, fine... but he would get his goddamn meal.
He scooted under you suddenly, laying down on the bed, your soaking, plump pussy hovering above his eager mouth. He only gave you a millisecond, just enough time to push your panty to the side and for you to gasp before engulfing your sweet cunt with his lips and mouth. The shaky whine you let out at the unexpected slimy texture of his tongue sliding messily into your folds. He slurped at your precious fluids, drinking it greedily.
Carlisle had experienced it, and goddamn it, did you feel it? He ate you out so slowly, so good. His wet muscle massages your lips longingly, the pressure steady and firm. He moaned in your sensitive core; the deep sound vibrated across your buzzing skin. Your knees dipped in the bed, your mewls echoing in the room. It wasn't enough for him; it was never enough.
He kept going back and forth, teasing your hole, making your eyes flutter closed, and not yet touching your flushed clit. Not yet, at least. Thanks to his control and patience, he waited until you started rocking your face. But it was still so shy, so afraid. Your worry about his 'survival' is still there. His poor lovie was scared; he couldn't have that.
"Come on, love... use me..." He mumbled, his lips completely covered in your juices. That's when he decided to push further. And by that I mean pushing his well-trained tongue into your twitching, eager hole.
And fuck, you reacted so well for him. You threw your head back, moaning his name so deeply it made his leaking cock pulse against the denim of his pants. Your worry seemed to vanish from your sweet Carlisle. He closed his eyes, swallowing thickly. It was so carnal, so erotic, and God, you felt so fucking good. Maybe too good.
He started to lose control, to lose himself in the warmth of your thighs pressing so deliciously around his skull. The desperate rocking of hips, the flesh around your bones caressing his jawline in the process. The free moans you let out, so good, so real. Fuck, he loved you like this. But he needed more. More, more, and more. Carlisle felt his mind go blank; the lack of fucking friction against his crotch was unbearable, especially when he knew he could find perfect relief nestled in between your thighs. He was having a taste of heaven, and like the sinful creature he was, he wanted to sink himself in it.
He let out a loud growl as he fought himself. But in the end he agreed on one thing. He will not stop until he is drowned in your flooding release. But it was when you whimpered, gripping tightly on his blond hair, that he snapped. Could you blame him, lovely ?
"P-Please..."
Fuck-
The beast in him soared. His hands gripped onto your hips firmly, hoisting both you up. Using his speed and strength, he sprinted to the wall, pinning you to the wall. He held you up, your thighs on his shoulders, legs dangling on his back as his fingers dug into your lower back. His face pressed firmly against your sopping cunt. He sucked on your clit roughly, slurping, ravaging your wetness in his suckling, and saliva dripped down your thighs and his chin.
You panted shakily, holding onto his hair for dear life as you tried to rock yourself against his mouth, seeking more, more, and more. You might be going crazy too. The knots in your belly felt tighter, like a spring ready to explode due to the pressure. You were close, close to losing your goddamn mind.
Carlisle felt it too; it spurred him on better than any drug could ever do. He pressed you harder against the wall, eating you with reckless abandon. He felt so goddamn horny, pressure deep in his lower belly. He couldn't help it. He started rocking his hips against the wall, rough and harsh, and in that moment you weren't sure if you were thankful or disappointed you weren't the one receiving those merciless thrusts.
"Need you... need you so much, baby. Give it to me—fuck !" He moaned, pounding against the wall as he came right against the edge, just waiting to be tipped over. He thrust his tongue so deep in your pussy, hitting the spot that made you see stars.
"Carlisle…! Carlisle !" You cried out, your eyes flashing bright white as your body tensed almost painfully, your head leaning back against the hall as you came utterly and completely undone.
He drank your release as he exploded in his pants, his muscles tensing around you like a vice, marking the skin of your hips with his sheer strength. The pants and little sounds you were both letting out let you come down from your high slowly, almost tenderly.
Carlisle inhaled deeply, still buried against your heat, but the tremble in your thighs kept him grounded enough to regain his control. He finally seemed to notice the way he held you up against the wall. The grip on his hair was still firm, like you were preventing yourself from falling.
"It's okay, baby... shh... I got you…" He cooed quietly. Gently, he lowered you from his shoulders into his arms. The neglected bed welcomed you back as he laid you down on it, letting you relax and sigh in relief.
"I... I'm so sorry, love... You're okay ?" He murmured, kissing your temple and cheeks softly, like a silent praise. You did so well for me.
Your breathy chuckle reassured him, drawing his own smile in the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to you as you placed a grateful peck on his cheekbone.
"Do you want me to bring you the towel ? Or cuddles first ?"
"Mmh... I'd like a towel... it's too sticky..." You grinned.
Carlisle chuckled and nodded, using once again his speed, and came back within seconds with a warm, wet towel. "There you go, my love."
The cleaning was soft and calm. You talked in hushed tones, you forgiving his loss of control, him asking if anything hurt during the act. Eventually, you two found yourselves naked and cuddled up right up to each other. Carlisle caressed your hair and kissed your forehead. And who knows...?
requested by : @obsessivekniss ꨄ︎ (barking included 😭)
WARNINGS : smut, oral ( male receiving), taking his stress away, trying not to turn, light-hearted ending, dirty talk
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+
The garage hummed with the faint buzz of overhead lights, the kind that flickered every so often like they were struggling to stay alive. The floor was sttained with oil and dust, littered with old rags, sockets, and bolts— the bones of whatever project your usually level-headed boyfriend had sunk his hands into now.
Jacob’s shirt was already off, tossed somewhere beside the workbench, forgotten. His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths as he wiped sweat off his brow, forearm dragging across his skin with a low, annoyingly frustrated grunt.
He was crouched beside the old motorbike, one knee braced on the concrete, the other bent, grounding him as he leaned forward, grease-slick hands buried deep in the engine’s guts.
The muscles in his back flexed with each slow movement, a rolling landscape of tension beneath sun-kissed skin, damp with sweat and streaked with smudges of black. A wrench clicked sharply in his grip as he adjusted something inside the bike, exhaling through clenched teeth.
You were sitting on the edge of the counter, pretending to scroll through your phone, pretending not to be watching the way sweat rolled down his chest in thick, slow lines— over his pecs, across the hard plane of his abs, highlighting each individual muscle as if it were the icing on top of perfectly crafted donuts, tracing every dip and ridge like gravity was just as obsessed with him as you were.
He reached over to grab a rag from the bench behind him, dragging it across his palms first, then up his forearms, pausing only to swipe it over his chest— like it’d do anything to fix the heat pulsing off him.
The heat had always clung to Jacob differently. It wasn’t just sweat or flushed skin— it radiated from him. Like something inside was always threatening to tip over.
And today, it felt close. Dangerously fucking close.
He muttered something under his breath when a wrench clattered to the floor. You raised an eyebrow, glancing over the top of your phone. “You good?”
Jacob exhaled slow, blowing out air through his nose as he stood to his full height. Towering. Tense. His dark hair was pulled back, the ends damp with sweat. He looked over at you, jaw flexing as his eyes dragged across your body— not even subtle about it.
“Too fuckin’ hot,” he muttered, running both hands through hi hair now, the muscles in his arms flexing with the movement. “Can’t even think straight.”
Your smile was slow, a little sly. “That’s funny… because you look good enough to melt.”
That earned you a snort, but the tension didn’t leave his shoulders. He didn’t say anything— just stared for a second too long, pupils already a little too dark, breathing a little too shallow.
You hopped down from the counter slowly, the sound of your feet hitting the concrete echoing faintly in the quiet of the garage. “Sit.”
He blinked. “What?”
You tilted your head toward the worn stool near the workbench. “Sit down, Jacob.”
And maybe it was how the heat was getting to him, or maybe it was the twitch of a smirk at the corner of your mouth, but he obeyed without another word— lowering himself onto the nearest wooden stool, legs spread wide, arms resting heavy on his thighs, gaze locked on you like he already knew what was coming.
You knelt between his legs slowly, deliberately, placing your hands on his knees first, the heat of him nearly burning under your palms.
His voice was low. “You sure you wanna—”
You reached for his belt before he could finish, popping it open in one quick motion that made him suck in a sharp breath.
“Let me take care of you,” you said softly, almost sweetly, even as your fingers moved to undo the button and zipper of his jeans.
And Jacob— always so in control, always playing protector, the strong one— let his head fall back just slightly, letting out a low groan through clenched teeth as you tugged his waistband down just enough.
You didn’t rush.
Your hand wrapped around his thick, half-hard cock with a touch that was light but sure, the weight of him heavy in your palm. His skin was hot, flushed dark red, like the rest of him was barely holding back. You leaned in, licking a slow stripe from the base up to the tip, not breaking eye contact as your mouth closed over the head.
“Shit,” he hissed, hands gripping the edge of the stool like he didn’t trust them not to snap something.
You bobbed your head slow at first, taking him deeper each time, your tongue pressed flat underneath, eyes fluttering every time he twitched in your mouth. The taste of him was thick and warm, a little salty from sweat, and every little groan that escaped him just spurred you on more.
Jacob’s breath was coming in harsh, ragged pulls now.
“Too fuckin’ hot,” he panted, a little desperate. “You’re gonna make me—fuck—turn.”
You just hummed around him in response, watching the way his abs jumped at the vibration, the way sweat slid down the cut of his waist in a slow line disappearing under his jeans.
His hand finally came to your hair, not forcing, just holding, grounding. His other hand gripped the stool so tight you swore you heard it creak.
“Slow down—fuck, you gotta slow—baby, please—”
But you didn’t. You moaned low around him, hand stroking what you couldn’t fit, pace quickening, tongue swirling as you watched his eyes squeeze shut, chest rising like he was battling something inside.
You moaned low around him, hand stroking what you couldn’t fit, pace quickening, tongue swirling as you watched his eyes squeeze shut, chest rising like he was battling something inside.
You could feel it— him—trembling just under the skin. Tension coiling hot and tight in his thighs, the kind of pressure that didn't just signal release — it signaled something else. Something dangerous. The heat that radiated off him flared like a warning, and his breathing turned sharp, ragged, almost feral.
A whine slipped from his throat — deep, strangled — and his hand in your hair twitched, not to pull, but to anchor. To hold on. His back arched just slightly, muscles twitching under skin that looked like it was trying not to tear apart.
“F-fuck,” he gasped, voice pitched higher than usual, wild with restraint. “I’m—shit, I’m not gonna—”
You pulled off just enough to whisper, breath hot against the head of his cock, “Then don’t.”
His hips jerked. That sound ripped out of his chest again— not just a moan, but a low, guttural whine that scraped against something animal in him.
His eyes snapped shut tight, and you saw it hit him all at once.
He came with a groan, head thrown back, his body convulsing as if it were too much— you were too much. His cock pulsed on your tongue, thick and hot, and you sucked him through it, taking everything he gave until he was trembling under your mouth, caught in the middle of ecstasy and war.
Because he was fighting it.
Hard.
You could see it— how his chest heaved too fast, how his hands curled like claws but didn’t shift, how his legs shook like they were bracing for something much bigger than orgasm. His teeth gritted behind parted lips, and for one terrifying, thrilling second, his entire body shuddered with heat.
Then it passed— just barely.
He staggered his body back from you like he didn’t trust himself to be still, his cock wet and covered in your spit, still upright as he breathed heavily. Jaw clenched. Knuckles white. Sweat pouring down his body like he’d just run through a forest at full speed.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, hoarse and wrecked, one hand braced on thigh like he needed it to stay human. “You’re gonna make me fuckin’ phase in the middle of a blowjob.”
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at him. “You didn’t.”
Jacob’s head dropped forward, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his temples.
“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna be the reason I accidentally blow the roof off this fuckin’ place.”
You smirked, licking your lips slowly as you stood, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap so fast you gasped, his mouth pressed to your collarbone now, voice a growl against your skin.
“Oh, you haven’t seen nothin' yet.”
His jeans were already halfway down his thighs when he stood up from the stool, shoved just far enough to let his cock spring free— thick, flushed, and still fucking leaking. He didn’t waste a second as he grabbed you, propping you up and leaning you over the workbench, right on top of the shirt he had thrown there earlier.
One hand gripped your hip as he tore off your clothes, needy and desperate, the other guiding himself, the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds, smearing you open, groaning at how soaked you already were.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he hissed, voice rough and breathless. “This pussy’s starving, isn’t it?”
You barely managed a nod before he slammed into you, one hard, deep thrust that had your back arching off the bench, a strangled cry ripping from your throat.
He didn’t stop.
There was no pretense, no gentleness now— just the raw, desperate slap of his hips against yours, the sharp clatter of tools on the bench with every thrust, and Jacob’s filthy voice right in your ear. Your hands reaching up behind you to reach onto his neck, your fingertips skimming through his sweat-soaked hair.
“You like it like this? Huh? Legs spread on my fucking workbench, takin’ my cock like you were made for it?”
You gasped, clawing at his shoulders, at his neck, his body, as your own body bounced with every rough stroke against his.
“Say it,” he growled, biting lightly at your jaw. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”
“Y-Yours,” you whimpered. “Yours, Jacob, always—”
“That’s right,” he snarled, fucking you harder, deeper, like the claim wasn’t enough until he carved it into your soul. “Gonna fuck you so full, you’ll be dripping for days. I don’t care if it’s messy, I want it messy. Want everyone to know I ruined you.”
“Need to fuck you—s' fuckin' good,” he panted, one hand sliding up to wrap gently around your throat, not squeezing— just holding, possessive and grounding. “Can’t even talk, can you, baby?”
You trembled beneath him, everything tightening, pleasure winding up sharp and bright and explosive.
“I can feel it,” he growled. “Feel that pretty pussy gripping me. Gonna cum? Gonna let me fill you up?”
You nodded, tears brimming, moaning his name again and again like it was the only word you knew.
And when you broke— body spasming, cunt fluttering wildly around him— he followed, again with a guttural groan, cock pulsing deep as he spilled inside you, hips jerking, burying every last drop.
For a moment, the world held still. Just sweat-slicked skin, the thundering of his heart under your palm, your breath syncing up with his in staggered and drawn-out exhales.
Then—a sudden scritch shattered the silence.
You barely had time to react before something darted past the window outside—quick and twitchy, claws skittering across the driveway.
A squirrel.
It zipped along the edge of the concrete and froze like it had something to prove, tiny paws clenched, tail flicking as it chattered angrily toward the two of you, as if you had disturbed its afternoon collecting acorns.
Jacob’s entire body locked beneath you. His eyes sharpened. His jaw clenched. For a split second, he wasn’t a man anymore—he was something else entirely. Nostrils flaring, back rigid, his muscles coiled like a spring, and you could feel it: the heat surging back under his skin, the primal thrum building in his chest like a warning growl not yet voiced.
“Oh, no—hey, hey,” you murmured, hand on his chest, feeling it tremble slightly. “Babe. It’s a squirrel.”
Jacob blinked once. Then again.
The tension bled out of him slowly, his jaw loosening, and finally he let out a breath—half a groan, half a laugh—as he dropped his head back against the workbench wall behind him.
“A fucking squirrel,” he muttered, dragging his hand down his face. “Thought it was, I don’t know… a bear. Or fuckin' Paul.”
You snorted, still perched on him, hair a mess and your thighs shaking. “Paul doesn’t chatter like that.”
Jacob reached up and brushed a piece of sweat-damp hair from your cheek, his eyes softening. “You okay?” His voice had dropped again, low and gentle, so different from the snarl it had been just minutes ago. “Did I hurt you?”
You shook your head, biting your lip through a smile. “No. I’m… yeah. I’m so good.”
He let out another breathy laugh, leaning up to kiss your shoulder, then your collarbone, then your jaw, like he couldn’t stop. His arms wrapped around you protectively, holding you there on his lap, like the idea of letting go too soon felt wrong. Or dangerous.
“Sorry I almost transformed mid-orgasm,” he joked against your skin, still catching his breath. “That’s a new level of feral.”
You giggled, tucking your face into his neck. “You held it back. Barely. I nearly saw the claws.”
“Shut up.” He grinned, groaning softly as he shifted under you. “That squirrel had it coming, though. You saw the way it looked at me.”
Jacob’s laugh was full and warm now, echoing through the garage. He hugged you tighter, his nose brushing against your temple.
And even though you were still tangled and breathless, sore and shaky, you leaned into him like you never wanted to move.
Because with Jacob, even post-orgasm, post-squirrel-incident… you still felt completely, unshakably his.
Summary: Being the younger sister of Bella had it perks but most of the time she was overlooked feeling alone, but when she returns to forks her life changes when a certain buff guy named Emmett takes a liking to her but will tragedy still follow her here
Pairing: Emmett Cullen x f!reader
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I never wanted to leave forks, Charlie kept be when Bella and Renee left but then two years ago I fell down a flight of stairs at school and broke my leg, since Charlie was so busy with work he wasn’t able to stay home and help me so I moved to Arizona with Renee and Bella, and so I stayed for a while until this year Renee had to leave so Bella and I decided to move back with Charlie, she wasn’t as happy about the decision but me on the other hand, I couldn’t wait to get back to where I belonged, forks always felt like home like I was suppose to be there for some reason
The plane landed and the weather was gloomy just like always, the air chilly with the threat of rain at any moment, standing on the sidewalk we see Charlie’s cruiser pull up, he hopped out with a bright smile pulling me into a tight hug
“Missed you so much” he says before hugging Bella, they haven’t seen each other in a long time, she stopped visiting during the summer a while ago
“Let’s get you home girls”
The drive was calming, a bit awkward between the two but that will change they just have to get use to each other again
We settled in for the rest of the day unpacking and getting ready for school tomorrow, we were starting in the middle of the semester so it wasn’t really ideal
I didn’t have much friends here when I left so I was just as anxious as Bella but knowing her she’d probably have a whole group of people by lunch time
Maybe this time will be different maybe I won’t be alone again
The morning came quickly, too quickly for my liking, I pulled in a pair of straight cut jeans and a brown knit sweater, leaving my hair straight, too tired to do anything more with it, apply a little makeup but not much
Walking down the stairs Charlie and Bella are at the table with a plate of pancakes in the middle of the table
“Morning! Sit have some breakfast before school starts, Bella will drive you both there!” Charlie said pouring more syrup onto his stack
I quickly ate and took my lunch bag and put it in my backpack before throwing on my dark blue raincoat and left meeting Bella in the truck
“Are you ready for today?” I asked seeing her finger tap anxiously against the steering wheel as we drove through town
“Are you?” She always liked to ask the same question back as a way to avoid answering, I laughed it off as we pulled into a park spot in the school parking lot
I got out heading straight to the office to pick up my new schedule, I’ve never been to the highschool since I left in middle school so I was just as confused about the place as Bella
“See you later” she said before we went separate ways, we might have some classes together seeing as I upgraded in classes and got bumped up a grade
Not paying attention to where I was going, to confused by the map I was given until I smacked into a wall throwing me back onto the ground, at least I thought it was a wall
“Sorry about that Angel didn’t see you there” a melodic voice said like music to my ears I look up to see a big guy he was massive but he was beautiful the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and suddenly the pain in my tailbone was forgotten as he picked me up like I weighed nothing
“Oh ummm no it was my fault I’m just trying to find my class and got distracted” I blushed having realized I was starring
His eyes were pitch black and his skin ice cold, the blonde next to him glaring daggers into me like she wanted to rip me apart, assuming that this was her boyfriend I stepped back apologizing once again before scurrying away the embarrassment finally settling in feeling his eyes on my back as I walked away
I’ve never felt like that before this feeling like the world stopped for a moment I couldn’t even breath, whatever it was probably just the nerves
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I managed to get through the first half of my classes without falling asleep and now it was lunch my least favorite part of the day, I walked into the cafeteria with a tray with a simple sandwich and an apple
I look around noticing Bella at a table filled with people fawning over her like I suspected, I approach waiting for someone to notice me
“Oh hey y/n” Bella said obviously uncomfortable
“Hey bells, can I sit with you guys”
“Sur……” bella got cut off by a girl with her hair back in a head band
“Actually there’s no more room at the table sorry” she smiled faking an apology
“Oh okay ummm see you later Bella” I said feeling crushed walking away to an empty table by the wall of windows
Sighing I sat down starting to fight back the tears as I picked at my sandwich, why was she so much better than me, what was it about her that people loved that I didn’t have, but what’s so bad about me?
Too in my thoughts I didn’t realize someone slumps down in the seat across from me till they tap my head laughing
“Anybody still in there” it was that beautiful voice again, I look up seeing it’s the guy I bumped into before
“Oh sorry I was just ummm……whyre you sitting with me?” Confused as to why he’d be here compared to with that gorgeous blonde from before
“You looked glum over here, couldn’t stand to see you worry your little head……I’m Emmett by the way” he smiles so bright
“I’m y/n Swan…..won’t your girlfriend be upset seeing you over here?” I ask anxiously seeing her at a table a few spots down and if looks could kill I’d be burned alive with how hard she’s glaring she terrified me
“Oh Rosalie! No she’s not my girlfriend she’s my sister, everyone at that table is my family but I’d rather sit here with the new pretty girl” his confidence flustered me ive never had someone act like this towards me
“Do you mean Bella my sister, maybe you should go sit with her”
“And waste my lunch sitting with snobby Jessica, I’ll pass”
“You saw?” I sigh embarrased all over again
“In a way….listen you can sit with me and my family if you’d like, or you can have me all to yourself here every lunch it’s up to you” he was like a fox I couldn’t get away from he was so sly but I kinda liked it
“Ummm I’d really like you to stay” my face had to be the same color as my apple by now
“Then I’ll stay angel”
Angel……
That night I was restless going over the interacting with Emmett over and over, was it just a prank or was he really interested he seemed nice from what I could read
The night dragged on falling in and out of sleep my thoughts staying on that beautiful man my dreams filled with him, I even thought at one point he was in my room maybe I’m just going crazy
The sun started to rise and there was no chance of me catching any more sleep now
I rub my eyes sitting up as the rising sun shines through the window casting a warm glow across my room
“Why can’t I stop thinking about him?” I sigh to myself the exhaustion already creeping up on me
I get ready, have some breakfast and pack my lunch, Bella meets me in the truck and the whole drive to the school I can’t help but feel this excitement growing in my chest
“Did you make any friends yesterday?” She asked breaking the silence
“One….atleast I think he’s a friend”
“That’s good!”
“You seem to make a lot of new friends” she shrugged her shoulders
“I guess…..they kinda just took me in” I nod feeling a bit of jealousy towards her
We pull up into the parking lot with time to spare, Bella and I lean against the drivers side, I pull out a book and she rummages through her bag for something
I look across the parking lot seeing Emmett with his siblings, I wave and he smirks waving back
But then everything happened so fast, the van came skidding into the parking lot heading right towards me and Bella, I felt like a deer in headlights and I couldn’t move, I was expecting the pain, the crush of the van against me, but the pain never came instead I’m surrounded in an icy cold embrace
I look up and it’s Emmett, holding me next to his jeep? How did I get over here? I was just with Bella, I look over towards the van and truck and Bella comes out fine as Edward walks off
What the hell just happened?
“How did I get over here?”
“What’re you talking about? After you waved you walked over here” the blonde says and I feel like I’m going insane
“But I…..I don’t remember” this doesn’t feel right I was just about to be crushed to death but I was over here the whole time? No I don’t get it
I looked back up at Emmett and he looks worried
“Was I really here the whole time?” He ran his hand throwing my hair and sighed
“Come on we’re gonna be late for class” he wraps his arm around my shoulder and we walk through the halls to science class
We sit down but I can’t seem to get my head on straight
“I can practically hear your thoughts going crazy”
“I just don’t feel good I guess” I hold the back of my neck and my head starts to swirl
“Wow I’ve got you Angel, I think I should take you home” I nod, he picks me up with ease along with my bag and back out to his jeep
I thought we were driving to my house but when he pulls up to the hospital I’m confused
“What’re we doing here?” I ask rubbing my eyes
“Getting you check out” he helped me into the hospital as my head just got worse and worse
Sat on a bed Emmett stood on the side
“Emmett, surprised to see you here too” this must be his father
“I don’t know what’s going on with her, she was fine then she started rubbing her neck and getting dizzy”
They gave eachother a look before Carlisle looked me over
“She has whiplash, you’ll be okay you just need rest for a while”
“Thank you” I say tired, Emmett helps me back out to his jeep and I can feel tension radiating off of him
“What really happened Emmett? I didn’t get whiplash from supposedly walking over to you”
“I want to tell you, you’re precious to me but, I can’t yet”
“Why?”
“Because it’s dangerous, just trust me…please” he takes my hand and I can’t help but nod
