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—
the moment jacob imprinted on you, it hit him like a collision.
one second he was walking through the woods. the next, your laugh cracked through the trees and he froze. the world tunneled. everything else faded.
and you, you, suddenly became the center of his universe.
for days after, he couldn’t stop staring at you.
not in a creepy way, but in the i-don’t-know-how-i-ever-lived-without-you kind of way. the pack teased him mercilessly for it.
“jake, dude. seriously, you’re smiling at your phone like she’s gonna text by telepathy.”
“shut up, paul.”
jacob was terrified to tell you about the imprint at first. not because he didn’t want it. god, he wanted you. but because he didn’t want you to feel pressured.
“you’ve got a choice,” he said, quietly, eyes locked on yours. “even if the universe picked you for me… you still get to pick me, too.”
when you finally admitted you felt it too. that inexplicable pull, that comfort in his presence, the way his arms felt more like home than your own bed, he physically exhaled in relief. then pulled you into the tightest hug you’d ever felt.
jacob is fiercely protective of you. not possessive, but primal. the moment anyone makes you uncomfortable, he’s beside you in a blink, tall and broad and unreadable.
“everything okay?”
just those two words. calm, low, and absolutely threatening.
his wolf instincts are always on when it comes to you. you could be across the field at a bonfire, talking to someone else, and he still notices the way your shoulders tense or your fingers fidget.
he’s always watching, always tuned in to your energy.
you calm his wolf better than anything else. when he phases back after a bad patrol, he finds you. buries his face in your neck. breathes you in.
“you keep me human,” he whispers once. “don’t even know if you realize it.”
physical affection is nonstop.
jacob is a furnace and he’s always wrapping around you. laying his head in your lap, pulling you into his hoodie, holding your hand under the table like he needs the anchor.
and when you’re not around, he wears your scent like armor.
the first time you get sick or hurt? jacob panics.
he’s at your side in seconds, flustered, pacing, asking if you need anything, until you tug on his shirt and say, “just stay.”
so he does. he stays until you fall asleep. and then longer.
imprint fights hit differently.
not because you argue often, but because when you do, it hurts. like a soul-level tear. he can feel your pain, and it drives him mad.
he’ll give you space if you ask, but he paces, restless, desperate to fix it.
“i hate when we’re like this. i can’t… breathe right without you.”
the bond gives jacob this uncanny ability to know what you need before you do.
he shows up with your favorite snacks after a long day. hands you his hoodie when you’re just starting to feel cold. pulls you into his chest the second your anxiety spikes, even if you haven’t said a word.
he’s so gentle with you. for someone who’s built of muscle and heat and power, he holds you like you’re made of light.
jacob kisses your temple like a promise. runs his thumb along your jaw when you’re tired, like he’s reminding himself you’re real.
sometimes you wake up and find him staring at you, eyes warm, voice still raspy from sleep:
“how’d i get so lucky?”
and when you say you love him. genuinely, freely, not because of the imprint but because you chose him, he breaks. full-body stillness, eyes wet, voice cracking.
“you mean that? you really… love me? because, god, i’ve loved you for so long, i don’t know how to be without you anymore.”
jacob black is so touchy once you’re together.
he always has a hand on you, wrapped around your waist, fingers laced with yours, a casual arm draped over your shoulders, even when you’re just standing in line somewhere.
it’s instinctive. protective. warm. grounding.
he calls you “babe” most of the time, but sometimes, when he’s sleepy or worried, he murmurs “sweetheart” under his breath like he doesn’t even realize it’s slipped out.
he builds you things. shelves, little wooden carvings, a custom seat for the back of his bike. he never says it outright, but he wants to leave his mark in your space. proof that he’s there, and not going anywhere.
you always know when something’s wrong because jacob shuts down. his jaw clenches. he gets quiet. he’ll go on a run to clear his head, but when he comes back, he always wraps you in the tightest hug, like he needs to feel you breathe just to calm down.
you once told him, half-jokingly, that you liked wolves. now he brings you random little wolf trinkets and says things like “thought you’d want something that looked like me,” with a cocky smirk and that damn dimple.
the first time he got really hurt on patrol, he tried to hide it. didn’t want you to worry. you found out anyway and lost it on him, tears in your eyes. he was stunned into silence.
the next day, he showed up with a small first-aid kit and asked if you could keep it “just in case.” he never hides injuries again.
jealous jacob is very real.
even if someone just looks at you the wrong way, his entire body tenses. you’ll grab his hand and squeeze it to ground him, whispering, “you’ve got nothing to worry about, jake.” he just kisses your knuckles and glares at the guy over your shoulder anyway.
the pack knows not to make any comments about you around him.
once, paul made a teasing joke, and jacob had him pinned to a tree in seconds. “say something like that again, and i’ll send you to the fucking hospital.”
he loves when you sit in his lap. like… loves it.
especially when you’re both hanging with the pack and you settle there without thinking. he gets all smug and wraps his arms around your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
he’s surprisingly insecure at times. not because of you, but because he worries he’s too much. too intense, too broken, too wrapped up in the world he didn’t choose.
you always make him look at you when he spirals, pressing your hand to his chest and saying, “you’re more than enough. and you’re mine.”
jacob leaves your favorite snacks in your bag or car when he knows he’ll be gone for patrol. they’re always labeled in sharpie:
“for my girl. don’t forget to eat.”
“miss you already :(.”
“my pretty girl, i love you.”
jacob is so softly obsessed with you. the way you talk with your hands. how you hum while brushing your teeth. the little crease in your brow when you read. he memorizes it all.
sometimes, when you’re sleeping, he stays up just watching you. he brushes your hair back, traces the curve of your cheek with his finger, and whispers, “you don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”
when you say “i love you” out of nowhere, he melts. no matter how many times you say it, it still stuns him.
Warnings/content: Jacob being obsessive, smut, Charlie pop up, Jacob being Jacob
(Twilight AU in which Jacob isn't in love with Bella and actually imprinted on Bella's younger sister aka y/n.)
Being Bella’s younger sister came with its own quiet rhythm of pros and cons. The pros were simple, almost sacred in their familiarity..Bella understood you. She never pushed you to be louder, never made you feel strange for preferring the soft hum of rain on the roof to a crowded party.
She got the whole quiet, kept-to-yourself thing because, for most of your lives, that’s exactly how she was too. You shared a language of comfortable silences, of knowing glances across the dinner table, of twin souls content in the shadowy, evergreen gloom of Forks.
Then came the con. His name was Edward Cullen.
You hadn’t trusted him from the first moment you saw him at school with Bella, something in his too perfect stillness, the way his golden eyes seemed to look through people rather than at them. Now, you knew why. He was a vampire. And his very existence had, like a stone thrown into a still pond, sent ripples of danger crashing into your once-peaceful lives. Other vampires, ancient, hungry, and vengeful, now saw you and Bella as targets. All because of him. Yeahhh… thanks, Edward. the sarcasms a thin shield against the genuine fear that now lived in your gut.
The front door slammed, jolting you from your thoughts. You looked up from the couch to see Bella frantically shoving her arms into her coat, her movements jerky with anxious energy.
“Hey, uh..I’ll be back tomorrow! Tell Charlie I left a note on the counter!” she called out, not even meeting your eyes.
“Good talk,” you murmured to the empty space she left behind, the words swallowed by the sound of her truck engine roaring to life. She was a ghost in her own home these days. You couldn’t decide if she was trying to run from Forks or if she was forever chasing a certain brooding, pale figure deeper into the Olympic forest.
A quiet sigh escaped you as you turned back to the television, the remote clicking monotonously as you flipped through a blur of infomercials and static. The living room felt too big, too empty. That’s when you felt it, a subtle shift in the worn quilt draped over your legs. You glanced down.
A familiar head of dark, tousled hair emerged from beneath the blanket, followed by a pair of warm, mahogany eyes and a smile so cheeky it could only belong to one person.
Jacob Black had made himself at home, his head now a comfortable, undeniable weight on your thighs. His large, warm hands found your sides, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against the fabric of your sweater. “What’s the matter, princess?” he rumbled, his voice a low vibration you felt more than heard. “You look bored. And you’re thinking too loud. Smells like… frustration and Cullen-induced anxiety in here.”
“You know,” you said, trying to keep your voice even, “if my dad walks through that door and finds his daughter on the couch with a guy lying all over her, hidden under a blanket, he’s going to go straight for the gun safe. Just a heads-up.” You tilted your head, your eyes darting toward the front door as if expecting Chief Swan to materialize on cue.
Jacob’s smile didn’t falter. “Ah. Excuse me,” he huffed, feigning offense. “I’m not just a ‘guy.’ I’m your boyfriend. A little hurt there, y/n.” He squinted up at you, the playful glint in his eyes belying his wounded tone.
“When,” you groaned, letting your head fall back against the couch cushion, “did we ever have the ‘you are my boyfriend’ talk?” You reached down, not unkindly, and tangled your fingers in the thick silk of his hair, giving a gentle tug of annoyance.
He went very still. The easy humor drained from his face, replaced by a look of such genuine, wounded disbelief it made your stomach clench. “Don’t come at me with that bullshit,” he said, his voice losing its playful rumble for something sharper. “What’s that supposed to mean?” In one fluid, surprisingly graceful motion, he sat up, turning to face you fully. The blanket pooled around his waist, and the sheer size of him, the focused intensity of his gaze, made the spacious room feel suddenly very small.
“We never said anything about dating,” you shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant, leaning further back as if you could escape the gravity of his presence. “That’s all I’m saying.”
“We never said anything about *not* dating,” he shot back, frustration simmering beneath the words. His jaw was tight.
“I’m just saying,” you pressed on, your own frustration rising to meet his. “You can’t just… claim me. Not because of this whole… weird wolf thing you have on me-”
“I imprinted on you,” he corrected, the words heavy and final.
“Yeah, yeah, let me speak,” you sighed, tiredly shaking your head. “You can’t immediately decide what we are just because you have this.. this supernatural pull or whatever. It’s unorthodox. It doesn’t feel like a choice.”
He scoffed, a harsh, unhappy sound. “Ah. Yeah. Okay. Thanks for clearing that up for me. No big deal, then.” Sarcasm dripped from every word. “I’m only around you 24/7. I only spend every waking moment making sure you’re safe, that you’re fed, that you’re smiling, all because I think of you as a friend. Seriously?” He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture agitated. “Listen, I can’t help that I’m literally, biologically, soul-deep obsessed with you. The imprint… it’s not a choice for me either. But what I feel for you? That’s real. That’s all me.”
Before you could respond, he laid back down, his head returning to your thigh with a defeated thump. His arms wrapped around your waist, his grip possessive and tight, as if he was afraid you’d vanish. The heat from his body seeped through your clothes.
“Oh,” he added, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur against your thigh. His earlier smirk found its way back, but it was softer now, tinged with a vulnerability that disarmed you. “And let’s not forget about the amazing nights I give you… or is sex meaningless to you, too, baby doll?” He tilted his head to look up at you, his eyes dark and knowing. “Ah… I’m hurt.”
Your face, which had been a mask of tired resolve, instantly flooded with heat. A traitorous flush crept from your neck to your cheeks, memories of those “amazing nights” appearing in your head. You looked away, but it was too late. He’d seen it.
A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, chasing away the last of his frustration. He nuzzled his cheek against your leg, his earlier tension melting into contented affection. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his voice a satisfied hum. “You can call it whatever you want, princess. Imprint. Fate. Werewolf aphrodisiac. But you feel this, too. And I’m not going anywhere.” He closed his eyes, his breathing evening out, as if the entire argument had simply been a temporary storm, and he was already home, anchored securely in your harbor.
You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, the heat of his body pressing into you like a living furnace. Jacob's words hung in the air, that smug certainty wrapping around you tighter than his arms. He wasn't wrong..you did feel it, that pull, that undeniable spark that ignited every time he touched you. But admitting it out loud? That was a bridge you weren't ready to cross, not with the imprint hanging over everything like some cosmic decree.
Before you could muster a retort, Jacob's hands slid up your sides, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your sweatpants with deliberate intent. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unyielding, a predatory glint flashing through them. "You wanna play games with labels, princess? Fine. But I'm gonna remind you exactly why you don't need 'em." His voice was a low growl, laced with that cocky edge that always sent a shiver racing down your spine.
"Jake-!" you started, but he cut you off with a firm shake of his head, his grip tightening as he tugged your pants down in one swift motion, exposing your bare skin to the cool air of the living room. No underwear, lazy evening habit that now left you vulnerable under his stare. He tossed the fabric aside, his large hands immediately parting your thighs, settling his broad shoulders between them like he owned the space.
"Shh," he murmured, his breath hot against your inner thigh as he nuzzled closer, inhaling deeply. "You smell like you need this. Wet already, aren't you? Thinking about all those times I've made you scream my name." His lips brushed the sensitive skin there, teasing, not quite touching where you ached most. That possessive rumble vibrated through him, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you still.
Your breath hitched, a protest dying on your lips as his mouth finally descended. His tongue flicked out, flat and broad, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit, tasting you from entrance to clit. The sensation hit like lightning, hot, insistent, pulling a gasp from your throat. Jacob hummed in approval, the sound sending vibrations straight to your core. "Fuck, yeah," he muttered against you, his words muffled as he dove in deeper, his tongue circling your clit with expert pressure.
He wasn't gentle about it. Jacob ate you out like a man starved, his lips sucking hard on your swollen nub while his tongue thrust inside you, mimicking what he'd do with his cock later. One hand slid up to pinch and roll your nipple through your sweater, the dual assault making your back arch off the couch. You tangled your fingers in his hair again, not pulling him away this time, but urging him on despite yourself.
"That's it, baby," he growled between licks, his free hand spreading you wider, two thick fingers pushing into your pussy without warning. He curled them just right, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "Feel how you're clenching around me? This pussy knows who it belongs to. Not some bullshit imprint..it's you wanting my mouth, my fingers, my everything."
The pressure built fast, his cocky words fueling the fire as much as his actions. He sucked your clit harder, fingers pumping in and out with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room. Your thighs trembled, squeezing his head, but he didn't let up, his grip bruising as he held you open for his assault. "Come on, princess. Come for me. Show me how much you need this."
You quickly came with a loud cry, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Jacob didn't stop, his tongue lapped at you through it, drawing out every spasm, fingers still thrusting deep until you were a quivering mess. He pulled back just enough to watch your face, lips glistening with your arousal, that triumphant smirk firmly in place. "One down. But we're not done. Not even close."
Before you could catch your breath, he was back at it, his mouth relentless. This time, he focused on your entrance, tongue fucking into you while his thumb rubbed firm circles over your oversensitive clit. The overstimulation bordered on too much, your hips bucking involuntarily, but Jacob pinned you down with his weight, his free hand splaying across your stomach. "Stay still," he ordered, voice rough with desire. "I'm gonna make you soak this couch before I let you up. Prove to you that you can't run from this. From us. From me."
His fingers joined his tongue again, three this time, stretching you as he scissored them inside, hitting every nerve. He alternated sucking your clit with long, dragging licks, building you up again with that unyielding rhythm. Sweat beaded on your skin, the room spinning as the second orgasm ripped through you harder than the first. You moaned his name, loud, broken..your walls fluttering around his fingers as you gushed against his mouth.
Jacob groaned, lapping it all up like it was his reward, his cock straining against his jeans but ignored for now. He was focused, possessive, determined to wring every drop of doubt from you. "Look at you, coming undone for me again. That's my girl. Mine." He kissed your thigh, nipping the skin lightly before returning to your core, slower this time, teasing your clit with feather-light flicks until you were begging.
"Jake, please... I can't-" But you could, and he knew it. His tongue delved deep once more, fingers thrusting in tandem, his other hand slipping under your sweater to knead your breast, pinching the nipple until it ached. The third build was torturous, drawn out, his eyes flicking up to watch you writhe. "Yes, you can. One more, princess. Give me one more, and I'll fuck you senseless after. Show me you're as hooked as I am."
It hit like a tidal wave, your body seizing as you screamed, pleasure bordering on pain in its intensity. Jacob finally eased off, kissing your trembling thighs as you came down, his arms wrapping around you once more. He pulled you into his lap, your head against his chest, his erection pressing hot and hard against your ass. "Told you," he whispered, cocky satisfaction dripping from every word. "No labels needed when your body's screaming the truth. But if you want me to stop pretending... just say the word. I'm yours, y/n. All in." His hands stroked your back, warm and grounding, the storm of tension between you shifting into something deeper, more undeniable.
His words lingered, heavy with that cocky promise, as his hands roamed your body, slipping under your sweater to shove it up and over your head. The cool air hit your bare skin, but Jacob's heat chased it away immediately, his mouth latching onto your breast. He sucked hard on your nipple, teeth grazing the peak while his tongue swirled around it, drawing a fresh moan from your lips. You were still sensitive from before, every touch amplified, but you didn't push him away, instead, your fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him closer.
"See?" he murmured against your skin, switching to the other nipple, biting down just enough to make you gasp. "Your body's begging for more. No more bullshit about what we are." He pulled back, eyes dark with hunger, and yanked his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and abs, skin flushed and warm. His hands fumbled with his jeans next, shoving them down along with his boxers, his thick cock springing free, hard, veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum.
You couldn't help staring, heat pooling low in your belly again despite the exhaustion tugging at your limbs. Jacob noticed, of course, that smug grin spreading as he gripped your hips and lifted you effortlessly, positioning you over his lap. "Gonna fuck this doubt right out of you, princess," he growled, rubbing the head of his cock along your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. He didn't wait for permission..thrusting up hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
The stretch burned so good, your pussy clenching around his length as you cried out, nails raking down his back. He groaned, head falling back against the couch, but his grip on your ass was ironclad, guiding you down to meet every inch. "Fuck, you're tight. Always so fucking perfect for me." He started moving then, hips snapping up in a relentless rhythm, his cock pounding into you deep and fast. The couch creaked under the force, your breasts bouncing with each thrust as you rode him, chasing the friction.
One hand slid between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles, syncing with his thrusts. The dual sensation had you spiraling quickly, walls fluttering around him as the pressure built. "That's it, come on my cock," he demanded, voice rough, free hand squeezing your breast, pinching the nipple. You shattered again, orgasm ripping through you, pussy milking him as you soaked his lap. Jacob didn't stop..he just fucked you through it, grunting with the effort to hold back his own release.
He flipped you suddenly, laying you back on the couch with him looming over you, never pulling out. His weight pinned you down, cock driving deeper in this new angle, hitting that spot inside that made your vision blur.
"Round two," he panted, lips crashing against yours in a messy kiss, tongue thrusting in time with his hips. He broke away to suck on your neck, marking the skin with bites and bruises, possessive as ever. "Gonna fill you up soon, but not yet. Want you screaming again."
You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, the earlier conflict drowned out by the raw need. His pace quickened, balls slapping against your ass with wet smacks, the room filled with the sounds of skin on skin and your shared moans. He reached down, fingers digging into your thigh to spread you wider, allowing him to grind against your clit with every plunge.
The build was slower this time, but no less intense, your body trembled, oversensitive, until you came again, harder, your pussy spasming so tight it nearly pushed him out.
Jacob cursed, pulling out just in time to stroke himself, hot ropes of cum painting your stomach and breasts. He collapsed half on top of you, breathing ragged, but his hand stayed between your legs, fingers sliding back inside your dripping pussy to keep you full. "Not done," he whispered, kissing your shoulder as he caught his breath. Minutes later, he was hard again, imprint perks, you guessed..and he rolled you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up.
"Ass up, princess," he ordered, slapping your cheek lightly before spreading you open. His cock nudged your entrance, then pushed in slow, savoring the way you arched and whimpered. He fucked you from behind now, one hand fisting your hair to pull your head back, the other rubbing your clit. The angle let him go deeper, stretching you around his girth, each thrust jolting you forward. "Feel that? Every inch is mine. You're mine."
You pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, the third round blurring into a haze of pleasure. He leaned over you, chest to your back, biting your earlobe as he pounded harder. Fingers pinched your clit, rolling it until you were sobbing his name, orgasm crashing over you once more, your pussy gushing around him, drenching his thighs. Jacob followed this time, thrusting deep and holding, flooding your insides with his cum, hot and thick.
He stayed buried inside you, both of you panting, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him as he softened. The living room smelled of sex, the couch a mess beneath you, but Jacob just nuzzled your neck, content. "Told you I'd go all night," he murmured, cocky even in exhaustion.
But then, headlights pierced the windows, the rumble of Charlie's cruiser pulling into the driveway. Jacob froze. "Shit," he whispered, pulling out carefully, cum leaking down your thighs. He grabbed the blanket, tossing it over you both as he scrambled for his clothes, shoving them on haphazardly.
The front door creaked open moments later. "Y/N? You still up?" Charlie's voice echoed from the hall, keys jingling.
"Yeah, Dad! Just... watching TV," you called back, voice shaky, pulling the blanket tighter around your naked form. Jacob smirked, mouthing 'close call' as he ducked behind the couch, silent and still. Your heart raced, the afterglow shattered, but the heat in his eyes promised this wasn't over, not by a long shot.
Y'all is the twilight fandom still alive for me to post this 💔 i gotta let everyone know this was my day one fine shyt.
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."
Can the trend where the girlfriend grabs their lover's phone while they are eating, making their lover was grabbing their food with the pack.
I Was Grabbing Your Phone, Not Your Food!
Pairings:Twilight Wolf Pack x Female!Reader (Featuring: Paul Lahote, Embry Call, Jacob Black, Jared Cameron, Quil Ateara, Sam Uley, Seth Clearwater, and Leah Clearwater x GN!Partner)
Summary:You’re just trying to grab your boyfriend’s (or girlfriend’s) phone during a meal… but the Twilight wolf pack members instantly assume you’re after their food. Chaos, dramatic overreactions, and a lot of laughter follow in this playful trend-based scenario.
Warning:Pure fluff and humor! Mild language, possessive food behavior, and dramatic wolf-sized appetites ahead.
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🐺 Paul Lahote
Paul’s mid-growl, hunched over his plate like he’s defending treasure. You reach across the table toward him—
His fork freezes. “Back up, baby.”
You blink. “What?”
“I love you, but if you touch this steak again—”
“I was grabbing your phone.”
He stares. Then clears his throat, all sheepish.
“…You can have the phone. Just not the steak. Never the steak.”
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🐺 Embry Call
Embry’s got three tacos stacked in front of him. You casually reach across the table.
He gasps dramatically, snatching his plate and scooting back like you just declared war.
“NOT THE CRUNCHY ONE, THAT ONE’S MINE!”
You hold up his phone, confused. “I wasn’t even touching your food?”
“…Oh.”
He leans forward slowly. “I panicked. It’s muscle memory. You’ve stolen my fries too many times.”
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🐺 Jacob Black
Jacob’s halfway into devouring a giant sandwich. You reach near his tray—
He grabs your wrist with lightning speed, eyes wide. “Don’t do this. Not like this.”
You burst out laughing. “I was just grabbing your phone!”
He lets go immediately and grins. “Oh, my bad. Reflexes. Sandwiches are sacred.”
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🐺 Jared Cameron
You lean over the table, arm out.
Jared immediately turns his whole body to shield his plate.
“Babe. Babe. BABE. Please. Don’t do this in public.”
You blink at him. “It’s your phone I’m grabbing.”
He pauses.
“Oh. Then carry on. I thought you were about to start a war for the last mozzarella stick.”
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🐺 Quil Ateara
You reach for his side of the table. Quil yells, “I SEE YOU!” and tries to block you with a napkin like it’s a shield.
“YOU ALREADY TOOK TWO FRIES, THAT’S ENOUGH.”
You hold up the phone with a confused look. “Quil… I wasn’t stealing food this time.”
He lowers the napkin slowly.
“Oh. Then my bad. Proceed, my queen.”
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🐺 Sam Uley
You reach across the table and Sam raises a calm eyebrow but subtly pulls his plate closer.
“You sure you want to do this while I’m eating?”
You roll your eyes. “Relax, it’s your phone.”
“Oh.”
He slides it over instantly. “Thought we were about to relive last week’s muffin incident.”
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🐺 Seth Clearwater
You reach toward him, and sweet Seth instantly looks hurt.
“Wait—you want my garlic bread?”
You hold up his phone with a confused laugh. “No? Just this.”
His whole body relaxes in relief.
“Oh thank God, I thought I was about to cry.”
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🐺 Leah Clearwater
Leah is absolutely focused, tearing into her burger like it’s her sworn enemy. You casually reach toward her phone sitting next to her plate.
Before you can even touch it, she slaps your hand away—fast.
“Try me,” she warns, not even looking up. “Touch my fries and we’re done.”
You blink. “I was grabbing your phone, not your food!”
She finally looks up, pauses, then shrugs.
“Oh. Okay. My bad.”
…Then pulls the fries closer anyway.
“Still. Hands off just in case.”
Disclaimer:
I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Didn’t feel like doing a whole fic today so while we wait for the poll results have this ^^ in a very twilight mood rn & wishing for autumn
Jacob’s touchy. Too touchy sometimes. He can’t be within two feet of you without curling a possessive arm around your waist, a bicep across your shoulder, a large hand ruffling your hair. PDA doesn’t exist to this man, he’ll sneak up behind you and fold you into his huge body in the middle of a shopping centre if he feels like it, which is all the time.
Being with Jacob means you’ve learnt to just accept that part of him, he has his reasons and in all reality you don’t particularly mind anyway. He’s like your own personal heater, radiating waves of warmth, blooming like rays of sun wherever he makes contact. He enjoys the closeness, the subtle intimacy of feeling your soft skin on his own, calloused hands tracing the contours of your body like he’s memorising every inch of your skin, every mark, every blemish.
It’s bad in the summer, where the heat is crawling under your skin, eveything hot and sticky and uncomfortable. He still clings to you like he never wants to let go, heavy arms slung around your waste in bed even though your drenched in sweat from the heat outside and his own. He groans and grumbles something incoherent as you complain and try to push away from him, drawing you back against him effortlessly.
The pack members tease him relentlessly, obviously, his thoughts are 90% you and they have to hear all of it. They’ll tease you too, though not as much as Jacob looms behind you, arms firmly around your waist or shoulders, glaring them down like they’ve started the next world war by coming a bit too close to insulting you. Ever the protective saviour, touching you becomes just another way to keep you safe and content.
You could probably give up on coats in the winter at this point, Jacob radiates pure heat for miles and he’s hardly too far from you. Always grabbing onto you ‘in case you get frostbite’ he insists, though you’re confident he’s just too embarrassed to admit he enjoys having you close. His warmth permeates the frosty air, travelling through your body like waves of heated comfort, fighting off the cold that bites into your nerves. His arms rub up and down your arms like you need the added friction, before they settle around you and his head lands on top of yours with a chaste kiss.
He acts like your own personal weighted blanket, despite the fact if he put his full weight on you, you’d probably be crushed under him. It’s comforting, having his weight on you, especially when you sleep, assuring he’s there, folding you into his arms like second nature, like you were made to fit in his embrace. You argue his touchiness continues into his wolf form, the huge creature never too far unless he’s on a hunt or some activity with the pack, if he’s in the vicinity but phased, you’ll find a needy wolf trailing you like an obedient dog.
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.
-being the kind of couple that is always together, one never seen without the other; you've been caught making out in the most random of places, but mostly your bedrooms or the forest; taking daily walks and jogs where he slows himself down to match your pace, it always ends in you racing each other, sometimes he lets you win
-cuddling during your frequent sleepovers at his place, his dad and the other adults find it endearing when they see it but the younger ones in the pack will tease jacob relentlessly, until he reminds them that he's found his mate and they haven't
-speaking of the pack, they get dizzy with how much he's able to think about you and your relationship all day; jacob's thoughts are constantly bouncing off his brain and it never seems like he can finish a full coherent thought; his mind will go from "they looked so pretty and kissable when i left this morning, i can't wait to go back to them later" to "i wonder what they're dreaming about, probably me," he annoys the pack with his thoughts unintentionally at first but then it's all on purpose
-if you run cold or your body just has a difficult time retaining heat you won't have to worry about it when jacob's around, he's your own personal space heater or heated weighted blanket; sort of a light sleeper, won't budge if you move throughout the night but if you get out of his arms he wakes up a bit frantic at times
-when he's in his wolf form he turns into a giant playful puppy, at first he doesn't get too close in fear of scaring you or having you not want to be with him anymore but when he sees you in awe he has to fight the urge not to tackle you and lick your face; loves ear scratches, belly rubs, and especially when you play with his hair; you secretly play fetch with him as a wolf and he hates how much he loves it, he refuses to call it fetch though (don't tell anyone in the pack or he'll die of embarrassment)
-says he's not whipped and before you ever met he said he would never be like that, but jacob will turn into putty in your hands and you'll walk him like a dog (quite literally lol)
