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—
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.
Hey guys, so when I made this post, I was extremely frustrated and annoyed. Now that I’m way more mellowed out and had the chance to read a lot of reactions and responses, let me act my age and actually clarify some things.
First, I want to apologize to those who were deeply upset by my post. My post overall was towards those who claim they don’t write for a specific audience, and yet put specific descriptions in their work. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with adding certain details to your reader, such as gender or body type. The issue comes in when you don’t properly title and tag it as so, or completely ignore it altogether.
If you see my post as an eye opener and want to change up your work, then you have every right to do so, but please do not think that this is an attack or jive directed at you. It’s just that some of us readers want exactly as promised. That’s like blindfolding someone, telling them that you’re gonna feed them an apple, and then making them bite into a banana - peel and all.
I know some writers have said that they want to be more inclusive in response to my criticism. If that is what you truly want, then by all means, but I cannot stress enough: write what YOU want to write. Do not feel as though you’re being pressured to change what you put out; it’s just a means of how you categorize it.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, respond, and engage with my original post. I truly appreciate the perspectives shared, they’ve helped me see things more clearly and refine my thoughts.
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.
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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.
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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”
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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.
