#twilight smut

[wisteria-bae]

When I’m reading a smut fic and tryna figure out what position they’re in

[whor3ing]

huge size kink with jacob and it shows. bella seeing jake w/ his imprint and his hand cups the back of her head easily

anon baby!!! you read my whole mind !!

────    ꒲ nsfw size kink drabble w jacob . . .  ❜ ﹗

his hand’s at the back of your head again, fingers spread wide, cradling you like you’re something breakable—but his hips are anything but gentle.

he’s massive—every part of him. his hand alone spans the whole base of your skull, thumb brushing your jaw, pinky near your spine, like your head fits in his palm by design.

you’re already shaking. already breathless from how deep he is.

and still, he pushes in slow, like he’s trying to savor the way you stretch around him, split open on something way too big to take all at once—but god, you do.

❝fuck, baby, look at you,❞ he groans, voice thick with awe, palm firm behind your head like a brace. ❝taking all of it. taking me.❞

and it’s true—jacob’s dick is huge, impossibly thick, the kind that makes your breath hitch just from the weight of it, the kind that makes you feel him for days. he fills every inch, presses against every spot like he was built just for you.

you cling to him, thighs trembling, nails biting into his shoulder as his hips grind up again—slow, deep, devastating.

somewhere nearby, someone shifts—a tent flap, maybe, or a twig cracking underfoot—and jacob grins, doesn’t even stop.

just cups your head tighter, shields you with his body, and says loud enough for anyone passing by, ❝she’s mine. this perfect little pussy, these sounds, every inch of her—mine.❞

and when your back arches, when your body clenches down tight around him, he laughs—low, smug, breathless.

❝yeah? that feel good, sweet thing? no one fucks you like I do. no one fills you like this.❞

you can’t even speak. can’t think. all you can do is hold onto him while he fucks you slow and deep, one hand on your hip, the other cradling your head like you’re precious even while he ruins you.

and then, soft—so soft, just for you, lips brushing your temple—

❝you’re made for me, baby. you fit perfect.❞

[pervertedaydreams]

ONLY YOU, BABY

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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.

fuck.

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[bked0n-lorazepam]

"When Is It Done?" j. black Oneshot

Summary (Smut): Jacob Black is in a rut. And it's a bad one this season. Poor you, having to fix his problems for him, like always.

Warnings: Vulgar language, oral and fingering (female receiving), penetration, riding, scent kink, knotting, slight overstimulation, slight edging, mommy kink at the end, begging, slight dacryphilia, rutting, mating season, unestablished relationship, nesting, breeding kink

A/N: I headcanon that Jacob Black is a SLUT for some good ole fashioned breeding

“Don’t. Please, just.. Just open the door.” He panted, his arm resting against the doorframe. His eyes were drowning in tears and something you couldn’t name.

Uncomfortableness? Distaste? Pain? 

“I’m..I’m not even supposed to be here. Billy, he- my dad, he told me–” He licked his red lips. They were puffy, swollen, bloodied. It was like he was chewing on them out of hunger or something. “He said it would be a bad idea. That I should just.. Ride it out.” 

The way he stared at you, his eyes devoured yours. It was like if he looked away, you’d disappear.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his tears dripped down his cheeks and onto the wood flooring on your porch, leaving wet stains at your feet. 

His chest rose up and down in shallow breaths, the muscles in his arms flexed as though it was painful. It was now you had realized that he was sweating through his white tank top.

It was completely soaked and stuck to his tan skin, his abs tensed with each inhale, and the more you stared, the more his breathing would stutter. His black sweatpants seemed normal, although you could probably guess that they were damp with sweat too. 

“P-please, baby.” He whined and more tears streamed down his face. 

Oh. That’s new. This is so different from his usual ignorance. 

Usually, he’s attitude filled, arrogant. He ignores whatever advice or opinion you have. Usually, he’s rude. 

Now, he’s needy. Begging at your feet to enter your home. Pleading for your mercy and your touch. Jacob Black is filled with–

Hunger. The same thing in his eyes.

“Please. Just, just touch me. Talk-talk to me. Say something, anything. I’ll… I’ll be so good for you.” He sniffled, his fist clenching and his nails digging into his palms like he needs to distract himself from some kind of pain.

“I’ll-I’ll be a good boy. I’ll do anything you tell me, any-anything you want. Please, p-please, please. Just touch me.” 

And that is how you got to where you were now.

Pressed against your hallway wall as Jacob tore his shirt off and kissed your jaw feverishly.

His hands clawed at your pajamas, his fingers making their way under your shirt and slowly dragging themselves up your sides, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.

He mouthed at your neck like he was starving and he breathed in your scent. It was faint, but he could smell your perfume. The sweet smell of roses and the soft smell of coconut milk. It always made him crazy.

The first time his and your parents introduced you both to each other, you were just children.

Freshly starting middle school, barely starting puberty. It was the end of summer and you were helping your parents move into the neighborhood, moving boxes and going up and down stairs. It was hot outside, and you were sweating like crazy.

When he first picked up hints of your scent when his dad made him shake your hand, he knew you were going to be a problem for him.

And then he caught the smell of your perfume on his hand when he went home, and he realized he needed to ask his dad why his stomach felt like it was eating itself. 

“Can you, can you take this off? Please, I-I can’t, I don’t-” He was a total mess. You pitied him. His hands climbed out from under your shirt and he tugged on it, barely backing away from you to let you take it off.

When you took it off and your bra, his hands and lips were immediately back on your skin like they belonged there. 

“Jacob, honey, slow down.” Your eyes fluttered when his teeth scraped against your sternum. He made sure his lips touched everything they could as his head dipped lower, catching your breast in his mouth.

You gasped and your hand instinctively reached up to grab his hair. He groaned and a spark blew up in his stomach. He sucked harder, lapping at your nipple like if he sucked it enough, it’d produce milk.

His hips rutted up into yours without thinking and his eyes rolled back into his head when you gasped.

He detached from your nipple with a pop, his lips puffy and covered in drool. 

Jacob dropped to his knees and kissed his way down your chest and to the waist of your pajama pants, his fingers hooking into the waistband of it and your underwear.

“Please, ma’am? Can I please eat you out?” He kissed just below your belly button and looked up at you, tears brimming his sweet brown eyes once again. “I’ll be so good for you.”

He looked at you like you hung the stars. You honestly didn’t even know if he could see anymore with all of the tears puddling up in his eyes.

It took your breath away, made your heart beat faster. All you could do was nod and let him take the reins. 

Your clothes were off before you even realized he moved. You were completely bare to his eyes, and now it was his turn to have no words. 

You were beautiful. 

His hands rubbed softly up and down your legs while he stared at you, admired you. Could this be love? 

He didn’t want to think about it too much when he could just enjoy the moment. And enjoy it he did.

Jacob licked a stripe up your center and groaned– no. He growled. He needed more of you. 

His head made its way between your thighs, and you clenched them around his face. You didn’t mean to, but when you tried to spread your legs, his hands grabbed your outer thighs and put them right back where they were.

If he was going to die, he wanted it to be this way.

His head moved up and down your heat, his tongue catching on your clit and sucking on it harshly. It was your turn to cry, and you’d sob any time his lips wrapped around your bud. 

Your sounds were like if angels reached inside his head and pulled out the song he loves and made it come from you. You were the best thing he had ever had in his grasp.

But he felt like he wasn’t close enough to you. 

You, on the other hand, were quite close. Your chest was heaving up and down, and the coil in your belly was starting to tighten. “Jake, I’m so close. Please, I’m-”

His hands wrapped around your legs and he pulled them onto his shoulders, making you lock your legs behind his head. His hands moved to your ass and lifted you up on his shoulders against the wall while he stood.

That was your breaking point. You screamed while his tongue dipped as far as he could reach it into your hole and the coil snapped. You slouched over his head and panted, fingers tight in his hair while he continued to lick you clean. 

Jacob didn’t stop. In fact, he only quickened his pace.

He breathed your scent in like it was air, drank you like you were water, ate you like you were his last meal. No matter how many times you tried to push his head away, he only pushed you against the wall more and lapped at you like you were nectar gifted to him from the gods.

His face was soaked in your slick, eyes still draining with hot tears, and he kept moaning.

If anything, it was like he got more pleasure out of this than you did. Every time he could feel your walls clench against his tongue, his hips bucked into the hair and he whimpered.

He wouldn’t stop and couldn’t stop. He needed you. He needed everything you could give him. 

“J-jake, no more.” You almost couldn’t finish your sentence when he whined out a sob and pulled you impossibly closer, burying his tongue as far into your hole as he could.

You were starting to see white again, and you felt like your voice was ripped out of you when you threw your head back and came, grinding against his face and pulling him closer. 

Your eyes opened and suddenly you were on your back on your bed in your room and he was ripping off his tank top and rushing his sweatpants off of his body.

His grey boxer briefs were soaked with pre-cum in the front and his bulge looked like it was about to rip open the fabric. 

You bit your lip and stared back at his eyes, and he searched through yours. His eyes were filled with a fire that could never be put out.

They drank in every inch of you, your body, and your soul. He could see you.

“Here. Let–let me help you.” He suddenly went to the drawers under your bed and pulled out all of the extra blankets you’d use in the harsh winters. You tilted your head, muttering a soft ‘what?’

He could smell you on them. Your perfume, your shower products. Everything. He could smell you everywhere in your room and it intoxicated him.

Jacob surrounded you in the blankets and your pillows, your clothes from your closet and hampers and his clothes, trapping you in a… a nest of fabrics. Fabrics that were yours and his. 

This was where he wanted to be forever. With you, surrounded by you. With you there, too. 

He looked at you with his chest puffed, sniffling and breathing hard. Inspecting the sheets and making sure they were where they should be.

It made you laugh, how much time he had just taken into making this pile of sheets. He looked at you in confusion, and tilted his head to match yours.

Jacob Black looked like a sweet puppy who was so very lost. 

“Come here.” You called, reaching your arms out. If he had a tail, it would definitely be wagging.

He crawled into the bed, careful not to mess up any of the sheets, climbed on top of you, and kissed you. 

He was gentle, his hand rested softly against your throat, and tender. After practically throwing you against the wall, he was so delicate. Jacob pulled away, a worried look on his face.

“Are.. are you sure you want this? I won’t be able to stop.” 

“So don’t stop.” You put your hands on his chest and kissed his jaw. “I want everything you’re willing to give me.”

He was out of his boxers soon after.

Jacob rubbed a careful finger against your slit and you hissed. It felt so good, too good. You held him closer to you and rested your head on the side of his neck and mouthed at it. 

He sighed and slipped his middle finger inside of you with ease, pushing in and pulling out. He kept it up for a minute before adding another finger, and another. You were whining into his ear now, rocking back and forth against his hand. 

“Jacob..” You whispered, and a shiver ran down his spine. He pulled his hand away and you chased it before he moved his fingers to his mouth and sucked, gazing into your eyes while he did.

He licked them clean and interlocked his fingers with yours with his other hand. His lips caught yours again, and he reached down and tapped your thigh.

You spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist, sighing into his mouth. He grabbed his cock, lining it up with your hole. You pulled away from him and rested your head on his shoulder, softly biting it. He waited for the go ahead, and you nodded. 

He started with the tip, slowly pushing it in. You moaned and bit harder, which caused a guttural groan to come from his chest.

He rocked his hips back and forth to let you get used to the stretch of his head before he went deeper, slowly pushing it in further, and constantly pulling back to the tip when he’d get further.

You didn’t even notice him bottoming out until he stayed there, softly grinding his hips into yours.

You were drooling all over his shoulder, eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue lolled out and panting. 

He chuckled when he felt you moan something almost incomprehensible against his skin, something along the lines of “deeper.”

Kissing the side of your head, he almost completely slipped out, and you gave him your first whine of the night.

At least, until he shoved himself right back inside, this time, finally thrusting in and out of you. 

It completely took your breath away and you couldn’t do anything other than look at his back muscles while he pounded into you like an animal.

He didn’t stop, and only sped up more and more as he growled, groaned, and whimpered. You were almost too fucked out to notice, but you did feel that it was harder for him to bottom out completely when he pounded into you. He got whinier, his voice broke more, and his hips were starting to stutter.

You had moved yourself to look at your stomach and saw the giant bulge from his cock moving in and out. He was so deep it felt like he was rearranging your guts and almost hitting your cervix, just how you wanted him. You had looked further down and finally saw it.

There was a swelling bump at the base of his cock and it was growing. And that definitely made you come to your senses.

“Jacob, baby, slow down.” 

He cried out, hips stuttering as he did what you said, although not stopping.

“When you said..you were just gonna ride it out.. Whatever it is. Did you fail to mention that you were in a rut? And that that’s why your father told you not to come here?” You gritted your teeth and pulled his hair to look at you, and he gasped and licked his lips.

“I..I need you so badly. I can’t go another season without your lips on mine. I–I should have told you, a–and I understand if you hate me. But please–” His voice broke and the tears were back, and his hips humped against yours, his bottom lip quivering and his cock twitching inside of you. “Please. Let me breed you.”

You put your hands on his shoulders and flipped him over so that he was under you. Jacob huffed out a sigh of relief when you straddled him and locked your legs around his waist.

You clawed your nails down his chest and his abs until you reached the base of his dick and lifted yourself up to line it back into you. He moaned and gripped his hands onto your hips and sobbed, pathetically trying to put himself back inside of you. 

You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, holding back your moans.

He was vocal for you, though. Telling you he was going to be so good and that you wouldn’t regret it. When you reached his knot, you didn’t immediately put it in, and instead slowly bounced up and down while he cried.

You were already almost at another climax, and you rubbed your finger against your clit quickly and clenched against him while you dragged yourself up and down.

“Please, please just put it in.” He pleaded.

“Beg for it.” 

“Please, please, please. I’ll be such a good boy. I’ll be so good for you, so good for you, mommy.” Oh.

“Just let me treat you right, please just give me a chance, let me fuck you. Mommy, mommy please I need it so bad– I need you so bad. Only you, only you can make me feel good. Please, mommy.” 

He choked when you slammed down from the tip to the knot and came around him, and he hit his own climax.

He was so loud that you had to cover his mouth with your hand while you slapped your other hand around yours and moaned.

Your legs were shaking and eventually gave out, and you fell against his body while he kept going. His load didn’t stop once, and he bred you as he promised.

He filled you up completely, and if it hadn’t been for his knot, he would’ve had it dripping out of you and all over your bed.

You nestled against his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, playing with your hair.

“I can’t wait to shower after this.” You sighed and closed your eyes, your cunt still pulsing against his cock. He let out a laugh that reverberated through his chest and smiled sweetly at you.

“Yeah, you’re not leaving this room until my knot is settled and my rut is done.” 

You lifted your head and propped yourself up with your hands on his chest, an eyebrow raised. “When is it done?”

“Baby, it just started.” 

[msgorillagripcoochie]

feel it twice

pairing(s): jacob black x fem!reader, slight mention of bella swan x jacob black

summary: short fic where bella swan realizes jacob isn’t orbiting her anymore and she soon finds out you’re the reason why.

warning(s): reader is a rich girl and a little bit of the spoiled type, bella lwk has bi-panic, obviously not fully canon to the og storyline #thisismyworldnow and unedited work.

a/n: this idea formed while watching new moon, i hope you like it and thank you for your time if you do read <3

bella couldn’t place where exactly things between her and jacob changed. that was the worst part.

there wasn’t one big moment she could point to, no dramatic fight or heartbreaking goodbye. it felt smaller than that. quieter.

like one day jacob was there the way he’d always been, warm and loud and impossibly devoted to her in ways she’d stopped questioning a long time ago and then suddenly… he wasn’t.

he left for the summer almost out of nowhere.

some small town a few hours away that bella barely remembered the name of because at the time she hadn’t really thought it mattered. jacob had always been restless in this boyish sort of way, always talking about wanting to leave forks for a little while, wanting to see something bigger than rainy roads and broken trucks.

so bella hadn’t looked too deeply into it.

she remembered standing outside his house while he threw bags into the backseat of his truck, smiling at her like he always did.

“you’re seriously leaving me here alone with the vampires?” she teased lightly. jacob laughed instantly. “you’ll survive a few months without me, bells.”

and maybe that should’ve felt strange.

the way he said it.

because usually jacob acted like the idea of being away from her for even a few days physically pained him. usually he looked at her like she was the center of every room he walked into.

but bella had been distracted then.

edward had come back.

and whenever edward came back into her life, everything else blurred around the edges.

including jacob.

at first she barely noticed the distance growing between them because it happened in pieces too small to catch immediately.

his texts stopped coming first.

bella would send him something in the afternoon and not hear back until midnight. phone calls became shorter. quieter. sometimes she’d catch background noise she didn’t recognize behind his voice, laughter and music and once what sounded suspiciously like a girl teasing him about something before he abruptly hung up.

she remembered staring at her phone afterward feeling strangely irritated by it.

which was stupid.

jacob was allowed to have a life outside of her. wasn’t he?

except some ugly selfish part of bella had grown used to jacob revolving around her no matter what happened. no matter how many times she ran back toward edward, jacob always stayed. always waited.

until suddenly he didn’t and by the time bella fully realized it, summer was almost over.

their friendship had turned awkward somehow. conversations that once came naturally now had gaps inside them neither of them knew how to fill anymore.

then jacob came home.

except even that felt wrong immediately.

bella remembered pulling into la push after almost three weeks without seeing him, expecting things to settle back into place the second she did.

instead she found him distracted. he felt different yet still the same but there was something calmer about him now, something less desperate. the constant pull he used to have toward her had dimmed into something quieter and bella hated how quickly she noticed it.

he smiled when he saw her but it didn’t light him up anymore and for some reason that bothered her far more than it should’ve.

after that things only got stranger.

jacob started disappearing randomly again. sometimes bella wouldn’t hear from him for days at a time and when she did, he always sounded busy.

happy.

that part unsettled her most.

because jacob used to tell her everything. every stupid thought that crossed his mind, every little thing that happened during his day now it felt like entire pieces of his life were happening somewhere far away from her.

once bella called him late at night out of habit and he answered on the third ring sounding breathless.

“bella?” he said distractedly.

then softer.

muffled away from the phone.

“baby, hold on.”

baby.

bella remembered going completely still at the word.

her stomach twisted so sharply she almost felt embarrassed by it.

“are you with someone?” she asked before she could stop herself.

there had been silence for a second too long before jacob answered carefully.

“i’m on a skype call on my laptop.” he spat out quickly and then said noththing else.

bella told herself she didn’t care. she absolutely cared and after that, curiosity started rotting at her slowly because jacob never brought the girl up directly. not really. if bella asked vague questions, he’d shrug them off or change the subject entirely but somehow that only made her more irritated.

because why was he hiding her?

and worse.

why did it feel like he was protecting whatever this relationship was from bella specifically?

eventually the distance between them became impossible to ignore entirely. bella noticed it most whenever edward wasn’t around because jacob stopped trying to fill the space.

stopped chasing her attention. stopped looking wounded every time she chose someone else over him.

and maybe that should’ve made things easier.

instead it made bella feel strangely… untethered like something she assumed would always exist suddenly didn’t anymore.

so one rainy afternoon she found herself driving toward jacob’s garage without fully planning to.

she told herself she just missed her best friend. he barely looked at her when he saw her “hey, what’s up?” he asked working on the engine to this car, leaned over under the hood. that made her more annoyed, how could he be so nonchalant? did he even miss her. “you tell me” she sounded bitchy.

she knew she did but it didnt stop her from saying it as she dropped her bag onto one of the old chairs near the wall harder than necessary and the sharpness in her voice made jacob glance back up immediately.

confused.

“what?”

for a second bella just stared at him.

he looked the same.

same broad shoulders hunched over the car. same dark hair falling messily into his face. same grease smudged across his cheekbone from working all afternoon.

but somehow he felt different now.

quieter around her like there were pieces of him she no longer had access to and maybe she was reading too much into it but she couldn’t shake that feeling.

“you’ve been weird,” she finally said.

jacob blinked once before letting out a small breath through his nose, almost amused.

“weird?”

“yes, weird.” bella crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “you disappear for months, barely answer your phone anymore and every conversation feels like i’m interrupting something.”

his expression shifted slightly at that. “bella…”

“no, seriously.” she cut him off quickly before she lost momentum. “did i do something or are you just over being my friend now?” that finally made him stop working entirely.

the wrench clinked softly against the counter as jacob straightened up slowly “i’ve been busy.” the statement only makes her more upset, she ran a hand through her hair huffing at him “busy? with what?” he shrugged “life. i don’t know.” his laugh is dry like he wants to avoid this conversation more than anything but bella won’t let him off easy.

“jacob, you used to tell me everything..” she sounds genuinely hurt when she walks closer to him and for a moment jacob feels guilty. guilty for abandoning the girl that needed him but this girl… she wasn’t his and he had been sick of doing the boyfriend job for a girl who chose someone over him every time. “bella.” he didn’t know what to say “come on, aren’t you tired?”

she looks confused “with what?”

“you know..” he doesn’t wanna say it, because saying it makes it real. makes it final. makes it something he can’t take back. this whole thing between them, this cycle, this thing that kept looping back into itself no matter how many times he tried to step out of it.

him.

her.

edward.

a triangle he never agreed to be in but somehow always ended up standing inside of anyway.

the truth was, jacob had fallen in love and it wasn’t with bella. and it wasn’t complicated anymore the way it used to be in his head, it was just simple now, clean in a way that hurt less than staying tangled in something that never really chose him back.

and that clarity made everything else easier to walk away from.

“i’m not doing this anymore,” he says finally. bella’s face tightens immediately “doing what?”

his jaw clenches slightly, like he’s trying not to make it sound harsher than it already is. his hands flex once at his sides, a small restless movement like his body is already stepping out of the conversation before his feet do.

“all of it.”

a pause.

it hangs there between them, thick and unfinished, like he’s refusing to dress it up into something softer just to make it easier to swallow.

“i’m not waiting around for you anymore, bella.”

the words hit bella far too hard than she expects, like they land in her chest before her mind even catches up. she can feel it immediately, that slow, sinking realization that this isn’t him being emotional, this is him being certain.

she hates the way it sounds decided.

her breath catches slightly, and before she can stop herself she steps closer, placing a soft hand on his chest.

not forceful, not angry, just instinctive like she can still anchor him there if she tries hard enough. her palm presses against the warmth of him like that alone could rewind whatever has already started unraveling between them, like skin-to-skin contact is enough to undo distance.

“jacob…” her voice comes out quieter than she means it to, almost careful now, like she’s afraid of pushing him further away just by speaking too loud.

“you’re my best friend.” jacob almost wished the words sounded true from bella’s mouth like if they felt true he’d feel better about himself and this friendship. it wasn’t even about the romantic aspect anymore, jacob had found love but it was just about the fact that bella didn’t treat him much like a friend when edward was around. like their friendship only existed in spaces where she was lonely.

that’s when he steps back away from her hand, he’s quick to create distance between the two of them like she had some disease “you should go, bella.” he wiped his grease stained hands slowly against the rag hanging from his back pocket, avoiding her eyes for a second because looking directly at her right now just made something ugly twist in his chest.

she blinked at him immediately, hurt flashing across her face too fast to hide. “what?” but her being hurt didn’t hit him the same way it used to; he didn’t run to fix it, protect her because she was no longer his priority, his priority was on her way here and a part of him didn’t want bella to meet his new girlfriend.

bella only stared for a moment.

“my girlfriend’s a little of the jealous type.” he chuckled to himself softly but bella doesn’t find anything comical. maybe because some ugly part of her assumed jacob would always be there waiting. orbiting around her no matter how many times she pulled away from him. she hated herself for hating the idea of him with someone else.

and it’s the way he says it. girlfriend. he says it casually but with this unusual about of love, it was only the idea of what bella imagined she sounded like when she talked about edward. she didn’t know why she felt jealous, maybe because she did love jacob and in her heart she knew she also loved edward. she was just confused and before she was to make that decision within herself jacob already subtracted himself from the situation.

“since when do you have a girlfriend?” bella asked too quickly, pretending not to already know the details he had been fighting to keep to himself every time she had asked but jacob almost shyly shrugged at her like a boy with a crush as his lips curved into a soft smile. “a while.”

a while. bella could only assume he meant months.. months that they hadn’t talked besides awkward texts and ignored phone calls, months of him slowly disappearing while she’d been too wrapped up in edward and her own confusion to notice it happening in real time. suddenly, she felt left out like she was on the outside of a locked door of a room she was desperately fighting to get into.

“you could’ve told me.” she hates how her voice comes out weakly and for the first time jacob looks at her like actually looks at her and suddenly she can see how different he is. still the same jacob but with a different look in his eyes, that very specific light in his eyes that was once reserved for her had gone out. he just looked almost content.

“yeah, i guess i could’ve.” it didn’t sound like he meant it in a bad way but she felt it that way, her jaw tightening at his words because he seemed to have already made peace with the distance between them months ago while she was only now noticing it existed.

she knew she didn’t have a right to feel wronged but it didn’t stop her from feeling it. uncomfortably she crossed her arms over her chest suddenly the room felt too warm, thick with the smell of motor oil and rain drifting in from outside while jacob leaned back against the workbench watching her carefully and for the first time, bella couldn’t read him.

jacob used to look at her like every emotion sat directly on the surface.

now the space between them was too strong and she knew she was at fault for it but a part of her was to prideful to admit it, admit that she had been too busy chasing after edward to see jacob’s distance. “you didn’t think i deserved to know?” his eyebrows furrowed at “it wasn’t like that.” he sputters back quickly.

“then what was it like?” silence fills the area as he struggles to answer for a moment because the truth sounded bad out loud.

because there was no version of this conversation where bella walked away without realizing she had missed something important while she was busy looking somewhere else.

jacob looked down briefly, outside, tires crackled softly against gravel somewhere down the road and Bella caught the smallest change in him instantly. His attention flickered away from her without thinking, subtle but automatic, like part of him was already waiting for someone else. like he could sense his other half arriving.

her. bella comes to that conclusion very quickly once he stands up fully, his whole emotions changing from this awkwardness to nervousness, his hands wiping at the grease stain on his jeans as if it’d disappear if he rubbed hard enough. he suddenly cared about how he looked.

and that hurt bella in a way she wasn’t prepared for because jacob had never been nervous around her.

not like this.

never quietly anticipating someone’s arrival like his entire body recognized them before they even appeared and for a moment bella just watched him the realization settling ugly in her stomach as he began adjusting his clothes to look perfect in his own way.

“jacob?” bella called quietly when he stopped listening halfway through the conversation entirely.

he blinked once like he’d forgotten she was standing there before clearing his throat quickly. “sorry, i just…”

another crunch of gravel echoed closer this time then came the flash of baby pink through the trees.

bella turned instinctively just as the convertible rolled into the driveway smooth and shiny against the dull reservation roads. it looked expensive. out of place, almost like someone had dropped a barbie dreamhouse accessory into the wooden area by accident.

her eyes dragged to jacob when the car came to a halt just to see the jacob’s entire expression changed instantly.

it was subtle but devastating.

his shoulders loosened first then came this unconscious softness around his mouth, his eyes warming in a way bella hadn’t seen directed at herself in a very long time.

the gravel hadn’t even finished settling when you stepped out of the car. you were beautiful, you looked far too expensive for a town like this. your body looked beautifully drawn from an old greek painting and your clothes looked out of an expensive magazine and your face... god, you were just perfect in a way that almost made bella’s heart race.

your car looked far too out of place for the reservation roads, sat there like it didn’t belong and knew it. like it was already offended by the idea of dirt existing. the door shut behind you with a soft, expensive click that felt louder than it should’ve been.

you paused the moment you settled into the gravel, your shiny expensive heels getting dirty with it. you looked down, particularly slowly.

then up again at the wet grass like it had personally wronged you.

“jacob,” you called, already unimpressed, voice carrying that soft bratty edge like you were trying not to be annoyed but failing anyway. “why is everything always… damp here?”

jacob huffed something under his breath that almost passed for a laugh. “it rained.”

“i can see that,” you said immediately, like he’d insulted your intelligence by stating it. you lifted one foot slightly, staring at your shoe with open betrayal. “this is ridiculous.” this time jacob laughed again openly and bella watched him, watched the way jacob moved toward you without thinking.

no hesitation or awkwardness. he was a complete different person than who he was in this whole conversation.

like a switch had been flipped the second you existed in his space. he grabbed your waist softly when your knees wobbled from almost slipping, bella watched the way your manicured nails held onto his bicep and for a second, she didn’t know who to be jealous of. “i told you,” jacob said softly, now closer to you than he had been to bella all afternoon, “don’t wear those here.”

his chuckles were borderline giggles at this point.

you scoffed, but it didn’t land harsh, it sounded more like affection disguised as annoyance. “you didn’t say it like that,” you corrected him, gripping arm immediately like you had every right. like you’d done it a hundred times. “you said it like you were joking.” he was careful the way he guided you into the garage before settling in with you. hardly acknowledging her presence or perhaps in your love you hardly even registered her being there.

jacob didn’t move away, he didn’t even look like the thought crossed his mind and that was the part that made bella’s stomach tighten. she hated how closely she watched jacob lean down to press his lips against your perfectly glossed ones, she felt like a perv for how closely she watched your lips perfectly mesh together like you were meant to fit together. like you had been jacob’s missing piece.

finally, bella cleared her throat and you had to basically push jacob away from you because he kissed you like he was starving for your lips. you finally looked at bella, your eyes scanning her like you were dissecting every piece of her, jacob was careful wiping the smeared lip gloss off his lips “this is-”

“bella” you finished for him with a soft nod at him, you pulled away from him creating the tiniest bit of distance between you and your lover with a soft kind smile that seemed oddly real but with a hint of something else. bella snorts trying not to seem threatened by you but on the inside she was screaming. you were insanely beautiful. “you know me?” she tries to sound strong but the words die off at the end.

“yeah, he talked about you.” jacob was quick to cut in the second he caught the edge in your tone. “y/n,” he scolded softly, the warning gentle more than anything, but you only shrugged one shoulder like you didn’t really care.

“not in a weird way,” you corrected smoothly, glancing at him with a small roll of your eyes like you already knew exactly what he was trying to prevent. then your attention slid back toward bella again. “just… mentioned.”

bella hated that instantly.

mentioned.

like she was some passing story jacob casually brought up between conversations instead of the person who used to take up entire pieces of him. as if she had been reduced down into a few harmless anecdotes told to a pretty girl between kisses and late night phone calls.

“right,” bella answered quietly before the bitterness slipped out anyway. “i’m sure i come up a lot.” she hated how catty she sounded about it and it didn’t help the way jacob’s expression changed instantly.

his shoulders tensed and bella caught the brief flash of exhaustion across his face because he knew her well enough to recognize exactly what she was doing. poking at something just to see if it still hurt.

but you only looked mildly amused by it. if anything, bella’s reaction seemed to confirm something for you.

slowly, you stepped away from jacob then, heels hitting softly against the floor as you moved closer toward bella. far too confident for bella’s liking. the kind that came naturally to girls who had never needed to question whether they were wanted.

up close somehow you looked even prettier, expensive perfume mixing with the smell of the rain in the air while your glossy lips curved slightly at the corners.

“yeah…” you said softly, eyes dragging over bella slowly enough to make her chest tighten. “i expected you to be a lot prettier.”

silence.

bella physically felt the insult settle into her stomach because your tone wasn’t loud or dramatic. if anything, you sounded almost thoughtful about it.

like you were genuinely underwhelmed.

“y/n.” jacob’s voice came out sharper this time, disbelief flashing across his face as he caught your wrist gently and tugged you back against him before you could say anything else.

the movement was automatic.

practiced.

bella noticed that too.

the way your body folded back into his without hesitation, his hand settling against your waist instinctively while you tilted your head up at him with wide innocent eyes that didn’t match the smug little smile threatening your mouth at all.

“what?” you asked sweetly, like you hadn’t just insulted her to her face. “she started it.” but jacob shook his head at you, the two of you practically having an intense conversation with just your eyes. unspoken yet effective from the way you rolled your eyes again but leaned further into him once more.

and suddenly bella became painfully aware of herself standing there in the middle of it all like an outsider interrupting something intimate. there was history here she couldn’t touch, small habits and looks exchanged without thought, conversations happening silently in glances alone.

she didn’t fit into this space anymore.

maybe she hadn’t for a while.

“i’m gonna go,” bella said suddenly, the words coming out quicker than intended as she reached for her bag before either of them could stop her.

jacob looked up immediately. “bella”

“bye bella!” you shouted over him waving “drive safe!” though from the way bella was out of there jacob wasn’t even sure jf you beard.

then the second her truck disappeared past the trees, jacob slumped slightly beside you like the last ten minutes had physically exhausted him.

you looked up at him immediately, unimpressed.

“no more history, my ass.”

jacob let out a tired groan at that, dragging one large hand down his face before covering his eyes completely. “y/n,” he mumbled through his fingers already sounding defeated.

“mmhmm.” you crossed your arms over your chest, one heel tapping against the concrete floor impatiently. “because that looked super over.”

his hand dropped slowly and immediately found your waist again like it belonged there. “it is over,” he promised quickly, voice softer now. “i swear.”

you stared at him for another second then laughed directly in his face. “oh, baby,” you murmured sweetly, reaching up to smooth your fingers lightly through the ends of his hair where the rain had curled it slightly. “i’m not worried about you.”

jacob’s expression softened instantly at the nickname alone, completely gone for you in a way that almost looked embarrassing.

“then what’s the problem?” he asked quietly. you tilted your head slightly toward the driveway bella had disappeared down moments ago, lips curving with something dangerously amused.

“she seems to think it’s still happening.”

jacob blinked once then sighed hard enough to make you laugh again because the worst part was he knew exactly what you meant.

bella hadn’t looked jealous because of history. she looked jealous because she still thought she had a place here.

and maybe once upon a time she did.

but that space was no longer hers to fill, you were here now and honestly, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

a/n: hi! omg thank you so much for reading if you made it here!! i’m very happy you chose my fic and i really would love if you gave me your thoughts in the comments and hearted if you liked the fic! ❤️

[batouttahell13]

Stress relief(Jasper Hale)

Paring: Jasper Hale x vampire!Reader

Summary: jasper was stressed out so the reader tries helping him by getting hot and heavy, then jasper loses control and the major comes out and just starts pounding inside her, stopping for nothing.

Request: @jasperhaleswifesworld

Warnings: smut, major Jasper, rough vampire sex, bed breaking, smut with no plot, slight chocking, hair pulling, Multiple orgasms, overstimulation?, shower aftercare turns into round 2, Not edited.

MasterList

Forks was quiet tonight. The clouds were thick, low-hanging, and painted in shades of steel. The kind of night where tension lingered in the air like a storm that never broke. Jasper had been pacing in his and y/n's room for hours - every step weighted, every twitch in his jaw another silent scream.

Y/n knew the look. Knew it too well. He hadn’t fed in a while. The Volturi were sniffing around again, and Carlisle had sent him on a run to smooth tensions in Alaska. But the real reason he was on edge wasn’t blood lust - it was control. That old ghost. That beast under the surface.

Y/n found him in his room, shirtless, standing in front of the window with his hands braced on the frame, shoulders tense like a coiled spring. She didn’t need her enhanced senses to feel the strain vibrating off him like heat. He was losing it - holding on by a fraying thread.

“Jas…” she murmured gently as she stepped inside.

“I’m fine,” he said without looking at you. Voice low. Dangerous. A lie.

Y/n padded toward him slowly, trailing fingers across his bare back. He flinched. “No, you’re not,” she whispered, pressing against him. “Let me help”

His jaw clenched. “That ain’t a good idea right now, darlin'”

Which only made her press harder. Y/n kissed the curve of his shoulder, her lips cold and soft against his skin. Her hand slid around his waist, then lower - her fingers brushing over the growing bulge in his jeans.

“You’re shaking,” y/n whispered, voice sultry, a purr against his neck. “Let me take it from you”

And that’s when he snapped. He turned so fast she would have barely seen it if she was human, lips crashing to hers in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and dominance. He grabbed the back of her neck and slammed her into the nearest wall, kissing you like a man starved. No finesse. No sweet nothings. This wasn’t Jasper.

This was the Major.

“Mine,” he snarled against her mouth, voice guttural and rough with his Southern drawl. His hands ripped her clothes like tissue, fangs bared, eyes pitch black with lust and hunger.

Y/n gasped, moaned as he spun her and shoved her onto the bed. She barely hit the mattress before he was on her, between her legs, slamming inside her without warning. No prep, no hesitation - just pure, desperate need.

“Fuck, Jas- ” y/n choked, nails digging into his back as he started to move. Hard.

There was no rhythm - just raw, punishing thrusts, one after another, relentless. The bed creaked under his weight, the frame straining with every violent slam of his hips into hers.

“Shouldn’t’ve touched me like that,” he growled, his hand gripping her throat just tight enough to make her head spin, his pace brutal. “Now you’re gonna take all of it.”

Y/n wasn't scared. God, no. She was soaked. She moaned louder, wrapping her legs around him, dragging him deeper, daring him to go harder. Challenging the monster inside him.

“Then give it to me,” y/n hissed through gritted teeth. “fuck me, I can take it.”

That did it. He let out a feral snarl and flipped her over in a blur, yanking her hips up, slamming back into her from behind. One hand on her hip, the other gripping her hair, pulling hard.

The sound of skin slapping skin was drowned out by her screams and his growls - animalistic, unhinged. The bed cracked with every thrust until...

CRACK.

The frame gave out beneath the both of them, collapsing in a crash of splinters and fabric.

He didn’t stop. He fucked y/n through the wreckage, grunting, relentless, pounding into her with no end in sight. She came again and again, body writhing under his as he chased the high like a beast off his leash.

And finally - with one last shuddering growl and a sharp bite to her shoulder, he spilled inside her with a curse, rutting through the aftershocks like he needed to carve himself into her.

Silence followed.

Heavy breathing. A ruined bed. Broken furniture. Y/n - limp, dazed, satisfied beyond reason.

Jasper blinked, the black in his eyes fading. The Major was gone. Only her mate remained - wide-eyed, breathing ragged, hands shaking. “I-I’m sorry, sugar,” he whispered, guilt flashing in his gold eyes as he looked down at her bruised body.

Y/n gave him a lazy, wrecked smile. “Don’t be,” you breathed. “I like it when he comes out to play”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

The bed was totaled. Y/n was still catching her breath in the ruins of it - naked, limbs tangled in torn sheets, her body humming with aftershocks. She didn’t even know what time it was. Her throat was raw from screaming. Her thighs trembled from the force of how hard he’d taken her.

Jasper sat beside her, chest heaving, the guilt still flickering in his eyes. “I lost it,” he murmured, brushing her hair from her face. “Didn’t mean to be so rough”

Y/n smirked up at him, pupils blown wide. “The fact that we collapsed the bed should tell you I’m not complaining”

His lips twitched, just barely. Still, he stood, offering hr his hand. “Come on. Let me clean you up”

Y/n followed him into the bathroom, her legs unsteady, Jasper’s hands on her waist guiding her with a tenderness that contrasted how he’d just ravaged her minutes ago.

The water was already steaming by the time he pulled her under the spray. His hands found their way to her body immediately, fingers trailing down her arms, across her hips, lingering over the fresh marks he’d left on her thighs, her breasts, her throat.

She leaned into him with a content sigh - only for his fingers to suddenly slip between her legs again.

Y/n gasped, spine arching against the tile. “Jasper- ”

“You’re still dripping,” he murmured against her ear, voice low and dark again, something primal edging back in. “Still tight. Still mine.”

And before she could say anything else, he spun her around and pinned her to the shower wall. She let out a choked moan as the water poured over her skin, his hand sliding down her stomach to her core - already sensitive, already aching.

“You’re insane” y/n panted, but her hips bucked forward on instinct.

“No,” he whispered, dragging the blunt head of his cock against her entrance. “Just starving for you”

Then he pushed in. Slow. At first. Just enough to make you whimper and claw at the wet tile. She wasn't ready and he knew that. Which made it so much worse. So much better. Y/n clenched around him as he bottomed out, her entire body lighting up like lightning had struck her spine. Every nerve was raw, burning from the intensity of round one, but he gave her no room to settle.

He started moving. Hard again. Controlled but punishing. The water scalded around them both, fogging up the glass, steam clinging to their bodies as Jasper fucked her into the wall. Her moans echoed off the tiles, drowning beneath the slap of skin and the growl in his throat.

Y/n's knees nearly buckled - he caught her with a firm grip under her thigh, lifting one leg and driving deeper. “Jas - Jasper, I’m - fuck, I’m so close again”

“Then come,” he hissed, lips at her ear. “Come for me like the good girl you are”

He bit her as she came. Not deep, Just sharp enough to tip her over the edge, trembling violently in his arms as the orgasm ripped through her. He wasn’t far behind - he cursed, pulled her flush against him, and thrust hard one last time as he came again, spilling inside her with a hiss, holding her like he’d never let go.

They both stayed there for a moment, tangled, shaking, the water still running.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers.

“Still think I’m insane?” he murmured, voice hoarse, lips brushing hers.

Y/n laughed breathlessly. “yeah, but I love you for it”

[halesinger]

. paul lahote x reader

“lemme put it in baby, c’mon.” paul’s lips brush over the sensitive skin of your neck with every word. he mouths hotly against your pulse, as if he’s struggling not to sink his canines into your flesh. he feels like such a fucking leech. every instinct in his shapeshifting body is telling him to claim, claim, claim.

he pants like a mutt when he grinds his bulge against you. the only thing stopping him from slipping inside being his cargo shorts and your cotton panties. he can smell your essence, your arousal, your sweet fucking slick. yet you’re still teasing him. denying him of what he wants, what he needs. his whole body aches for you.

his body hovers above you. his visibly strong arms supporting him, so he doesn’t crush you with his weight. your legs are wrapped loosely around his hips, giving him access to your sweet heat. his supernatural warmth encompasses your half naked body, the worn t-shirt and underwear starting to feel like too many layers.

when you teasingly roll your hips back into his, he lets out a full body shudder. he full on moans into your neck, the sound going straight into your ear. his hand clenches your sheets into a fist so hard, you can hear the fabric rip on the corners of the bed. it’s like a new wave of desperation washes over him.

“c’mon pretty,” paul pants against your jaw. the hardness of his boner presses on your cloth-covered clit deliciously when he gives another roll of his hips. despite feeling good, the friction isn’t enough. he trails kisses up to your lips and huffs like he’s already fucking you.

“you want me.” he says it like he’s trying to convince himself more than you. his lips brush yours as he speaks in a mumbly tone, “please, baby. just say yes. lemme make you feel good..”

he shifts so his knees support his weight and he can grope at your body freely with his large hands. they slide under the hem of your baggy, sleep shirt, and immediately find purchase on your waist. his calloused palms tickle your skin as they slide up and down your torso, occasionally squeezing at your curves. he loves your body. healthy and warm. all his. his to protect and love and worship. his mate.

his hands slide up to your chest, groping eagerly at your bare breasts from under your sleep-shirt. he leans down so his front is covering yours once more and collides your mouths together. soft, needy sounds travel from his mouth to yours, as the kiss progressively gets more and more heated. he needs you. why are you teasing him like this?

“c’mon, c’mon..” he whispers into the kiss. his lips part desperately against yours while you kiss him back with just as much fervor. he swipes his thumbs over your nipples, while his hot tongue dances around with yours. he’s trying to do anything to convince you.

by the time the kiss breaks, paul is panting hotly against your lips. his eyes are lidded with need, and he’s rock hard against your core.

“please?” he pleads once more. there’s broken tone to his voice and his brows are furrowed with desperation. he nudges his nose against yours affectionately, his heart beating a mile a minute. all it takes is one single nod of your head, to have paul flipping you over onto your hands and knees. he practically rips your cotton underwear off, with promises to please his mate.

↳ ahh this is so ooc, sorry 😞 this is my first time writing something other than headcannons, plus i haven’t written anything since october last year. pls excuse the bad quality :( and remember requests are always open!

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[quantum1mmortality]

jacob and imprint reader <3 shes oblivious to when shes getting him hot & bothered, she just loves sitting on him lap and showering him in affection all the time - she rly cant help herself & it drives him insane 24/7 thnx for coming to my ted talk

Interpreting this as a really horny Jacob that hasn't told reader he's imprinted on her yet (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠) I love this idea tho tysm anon

Tw/cw; pda, imprinted reader, mentions of innocence, mentions of corruption kink(?), Jacob gets hard 🥀

Not proofread

I've gone over this previously, but Jacob has a VERY high sex drive. Horny 24/7, look up the word pervert in the dictionary and a picture of him is there as an example

Mix that with you, someone very into pda and just being overly touchy in general and it's a disaster for him

He loves it, a little too much actually

And knowing you're his soulmate just makes all of these feelings for him 10x better

But when you guys are in public, even so much as holding your hand can set him off. It's like being in public heightens his senses

He especially has a hard time when you decide to kiss him in public, too. No matter where it's at, if it's a quick peck or an over exaggerated smooch, fuck does it get him going

He's definitely convinced you're aware of how turned on you get him, he's positive you see the growing bulge in his pants whenever you decide to sit on his lap when you guys are out

But a part of him chooses to believe that you are naive to it; that you're just innocent enough to not realize your effect on him

And that though turns him on even more.

A/N; sorry this one is short I might do a bit more writing tonight tho idk