yes. yes. a leah clearwater fanfiction in the big 2026. no. no. I'm not ashamed.
PLEASE LIKE/REBLOG/COMMENT it's been a long time since I've written anything
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3/31/2026
Forgiveness Rather Than Permission (part 1)
Leah Clearwater x fem!reader
TW: idk religious themes. religion vs LGBTQ. homophobia. angst? smutty if you squint maybe kinda sorta. fluff?? FUCK IDK JUST READ IT , OKAY? :)
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they were best friends. things were easy between the two women. conversation? easy. jokes? easy. quick witted banter teetering on the edge of bullying? easy.
there wasn't a day that the two women didn't see each other. the couch at y/n's place had a Leah Clearwater shaped indentation in it from how often Leah slept over. and y/n's varying knick-knacks had taken over almost every surface of every piece of furniture in Leah's bedroom. everyone in town knew that if they saw one, the other wasn't far behind.
so, when y/n realized that her feelings for the young wolf were more than simply platonic, she was... conflicted. on one hand, y/n knew that since the day she'd met Leah, she'd never go a day without her again. on the other hand, y/n grew up in a family where the feelings that she had for Leah were taboo. evil. sinful.
so, yeah. conflicted.
"she keeps asking me to be in the wedding, and I just don't know if I'm there yet. I mean, I forgive them, and things have definitely gotten easier lately, but being in the wedding party of my ex and my cousin? I don't think I want to partake." Leah laughed, rummaging through dresses for said wedding. she had agreed to go - only if y/n tagged along - but to be a bridesmaid? like hell.
"well, you shouldn't do anything you don't wanna. they'll survive without you. they should be glad you're going at all if you ask me." y/n managed to reply, throwing a sideways smirk at her friend.
"damn right." Leah laughed, turning her attention back to her closet.
"what color are you wearing again? blue? I'm trying to find something to match." she asked, throwing the question over her shoulder.
‘you'd look good in anything. red. blue. purple. naked and shaking underneath me’ y/n thought, thoughts drifting to the more unholy ones.
"yeah, blue. but like a darker blue." y/n swallowed.
"noted. I'll find something. we still have a couple of weeks." Leah said, dropping rather ungracefully on her bed next to y/n.
"are you spending the night? they finally released that stupid movie you like on Netflix. was thinking maybe we could watch that and talk shit all night." Leah offered with a laugh.
she wanted to. swear she did. sometimes the two wound end up sleeping with each other and waking up face-to-face. y/n was usually the first one to wake up and a sleeping Leah Clearwater was a sight to behold.
she looked so peaceful.
so beautiful.
God, she was so in love with Leah.
"I wish I could, but I've got some stuff I need to take care of at my place." y/n lied blatantly. anything to put some distance between her and Leah.
"oh. anything that i could help with? I could always spend the night at yours." Leah offered kindly, oblivious to the other woman's struggles.
no.
no.
fuck no.
that's what started this whole thing in the first-place.
♥
it was a rare instance that Leah had woken up before y/n. but that morning she did.
y/n groggily woke up from her sleep, most likely due to the unfamiliar empty space next to her.
then she heard humming.
and then some clattering followed by a string of cuss words from Leah.
y/n followed the commotion to the kitchen to find Leah trying to wipe coffee grounds from the floor.
"stupid fancy coffee machine..." y/n heard the girl grumble.
"and exactly how is this my machine's fault?" y/n asked, leaning on the door frame to the kitchen.
Leah jumps from her crouched position, startled by the other woman's voice.
"shit, you scared me...", Leah grinned, throwing away the few coffee grounds she managed to actually apprehend.
"and because, your stupid new machine has too many damn compartments," Leah answered, rolling her eyes and walking towards the table which had two steaming plates of breakfast food.
"what happened to our old coffee pot, anyway?" Leah asked, motioning for the other woman to take a seat.
our? y/n's brain short circuited.
our. ‘ours' made things seem more than simply platonic. ‘ours’ made y/n get a warm feeling in her chest that she couldn't explain. ‘ours' made y/n wanna drag Leah back to the bed they came from and keep her tangled there for hours.
"oh, um... I, uh broke it last week. dumb accident." y/n managed to answer, taking a sip of her coffee. Leah had already made it up the way she liked.
“you’ve been clumsy since the day I met you”, Leah laughed, sipping on her water.
'I’ve been in love with you for that long too', y/n thought, peering over the rim of her coffee cup, watching Leah ramble on.
the pack. Emily. Sam. wedding. yada yada.
all the words ran together to y/n because how could one woman be so God damn beautiful?
she was sat in her usual seat, right in front of the window. the sun had just begun to rise on the other side of said window, and it made Leah look absolutely angelic.
bed head? didn't matter. the pepper Leah had in her teeth from the eggs? didn't matter. the way her nipples were perked from the cool Washington morning and was showing through her tank top? fuck sakes. didn’t matter.
y/n could see herself getting used to this.
and that’s when y/n knew that she was absolutely fucked.
synopsis: size kink, brat-taming, and belly bulge with embry
warnings: lil bit of mean-dom embry, smut, p in v sex, creampie, pussy slapping
word count: 2.05k
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"em-" you whimpered your imprinter's name as he helped you get situated in his lap, a whine escaping your lips when you felt your thighs burning at how far they had stretched to straddle embry's hips.
"you're takin' it like a champ, pretty thing," embry cooed, not seeming remotely bothered by your whimpering as he let out a breathy laugh when you anxiously ran one hand down your belly, dipping one finger between your little folds to rub at your clit and try to distract yourself from your worries.
embry rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist to halt your movements, waiting until you lifted your gaze to meet his before he spoke. when you did finally meet his gaze, he looked rather disappointed in you and you knew it was because you were working yourself up over taking all of his cock.
although you two had sex plenty of times now, he'd never been able to get himself entirely inside of you. from your conversations about it, he'd discovered that you got ahold of a tiktok video where some girl was talking about a bruised cervix, and it apparently got way too deep into your head and now he was suffering the consequences for it.
despite him having the patience of a saint most days, it was quickly waning. if he were worried that taking him to the root would hurt you, he wouldn't have been pushing for it. would it be a big stretch? sure. was there any reason for you to work yourself into a tizzy over it? no.
"breathe," he reminded you, his brown eyes softening a bit when you froze for a moment before slowly taking in a deep breath with him, "you have your safe word, yea?" he asked, gently releasing your wrist so he could slide his hands over your thighs and slowly rub up and down the muscles there.
despite how big you'd always believed your thighs were, his hands managed to dwarf them as he soothed you. you slowly nodded, resting your hands on his abdomen, not-so-conspicuously avoiding his erection.
"that's my girl," he mused, "now let me make you feel good, yea?" he asked, a small smile on his lips as he watched your shoulders drop as you gave him another small nod.
embry had fingered you and eaten you out in the hour prior so he was more than confident you couldn't have been more prepped to take him. he slid one hand up to your hip, tightening enough to lift you up just enough for his other hand to grab his cock, pumping himself a few times.
you watched as more precum spilled out of his tip, his abdomen already covered in a sheen layer of a combination of his fluids and yours. before you could focus too much on it, he was notching the tip against your little entrance, his hand tugging down on your hip just enough to slot the tip of him inside you.
at the instant stretch, you anxiously looked down at where you where connecting and slid your hand between your folds again to go back to rubbing your clit, "you're fine, pretty thing," embry chuckled, watching your futile attempts to dull the stretch you both knew was coming.
you seemed pretty lost in your own world as you played with yourself, so embry tugged you down a bit more. almost immediately, you whimpered when you felt the way his cock was pushing your swollen walls apart, and embry let out a breathy moan, your walls fluttering around his cock like mad from the combination of your incessant need to fiddle with your clit and your body's attempts to make room for him.
"openin' up just fine for me down there, aren't you?" embry teased, flashing you a smile when you lifted your gaze from your pussy to glower at him.
in an effort to prove his point, he bucked his hips up just enough to push himself a tiny bit further in you. as expected, your pillowy walls split for his cock, though, the dramatic yelp that you let out had him all sorts of annoyed.
having been dating for as long as the two of you had, he was well aware with how much of a diva you could be at times and, normally, he was more than happy to indulge in your games. this time, however, he was not in the mood to deal with it.
before you even had a chance to register what he was doing, he had pulled his cock out of you and rolled the two of you over so you were now underneath him and, notably, completely at his mercy. "for fuck's sake," he muttered to himself, ignoring the way your pupils dilated as you took in just how big he looked when he was hovering above you.
his biceps bulged and flexed when he reached down to line his cock back up with your entrance again. before he pushed in, he dipped his thumb inside of you just to make sure he wasn't crazy but, when he pulled out and a string of your slick dragged out with him, he was more than confident you were just being a brat about the whole thing.
so, with that newfound realization, he notched his cock back at the entrance of your pussy, not having the same patience he'd had earlier as he slid inside of you, choosing to move at a slow and steady pace instead of the start and stop he'd been doing earlier.
as soon as you registered what he was doing, you snapped out of your little trance and anxiously reached your hands down to halt his hips. he must've seen it coming from a mile away because he had your hands pinned above your head before you'd even had a chance to touch him, and his other hand quickly reached down to deal with you himself.
a sharp pain shot straight to your core and you quickly realized he'd definitely just slapped your clit, "embry!" you snapped and, almost immediately, he did it again, rolling his eyes when you yelped again.
you opened your mouth to protest again but he beat you to it, "you wanna keep complaining or are you gonna take my cock like a good girl?" he asked, his free hand hovering dangerously close to your clit again and you quickly shook your head, not particularly interested in feeling that again.
"'s what i thought," embry murmured, a small smile on his lips when he released your hands, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him close to you so you could bury your face in the crook of his neck.
he let out a breathy laugh, sliding his free hand under your back to hug you close to him, "be a good girl and make some room for me, yea?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your hair when you nodded and sucked in almost a comically large breath. yea, he knew how to put you in your place.
"good girl," he murmured, pressing his hips into yours, not stopping until he felt his balls brush your ass. and fuck, he was right, you felt like heaven wrapped around the entire length of his cock.
despite how badly he just wanted to fuck you senseless, he continued murmuring quiet praises to you. when he felt you reaching your hand down in between the two of you again, presumably to touch yourself, he pressed a kiss to your hair, sliding one hand down your arm to gently catch your wrist, "let me do it," he soothed, lifting his head to look down at you, giving you a soft smile when you quickly nodded.
"don't know why you insist on touching yourself so much when you've got me right here," he mused, releasing your wrist so he could slide his hand down your side, his breath catching when he saw the clear bulge at the bottom of your belly coming from his cock.
he slid his hand over it, quickly dwarfing your belly and pressed down just enough to have both of you moaning. if it were even possible, he felt like he was even deeper in you, the heaviness of his cock becoming even more all-consuming as you whined underneath him.
"you feel that?" embry asked breathlessly, eyebrows pinching together as he pulled his hips back just a tiny bit, quickly sliding back in with his hand still pressed down on your belly.
you whimpered and nodded, "feels full," you whispered and he smiled, looking up at you.
"feels good to have your imprinter's cock so deep in you, doesn't it?" he asked, already knowing just how strongly you felt about the bond you two shared. you quickly nodded, "i already told you, pretty thing, we're made for each other," he mused, pulling his hips back a bit further this time, watching the way your face relaxed in ecstasy as he thrusted back in.
a breathy whine escaped your lips as you nodded, "made for each other," you whispered back, smiling when he leaned down to press his lips to your forehead.
"i love you," you whispered, peeking up at him and he just let out a breathy laugh.
"i love you too, pretty thing," he reassured, "more than you know," he added, "now let me make you feel good, yea?"
you nodded, sliding one hand up the broad expanse of his back, threading your fingers through his hair to tug him down to kiss you while he got to work between your thighs.
it didn't take him long to settle into a rhythm that had both of you seeing stars, easily stretching down his thumb to rub your clit like you wanted while keeping the pressure on his cock inside you.
his thrusts were smooth and targeted, your legs subconsciously opening up wider as he rocked you, the extra room allowing him to hit an even deeper spot that had you gasping, tightening your fingers in his hair as he let out a breathy chuckle.
"told you it'd feel good," embry teased, his thrusts not faltering or losing rhythm as he continued to roll his hips into yours, "you feel like heaven," he murmured, lowering his head to suckle some little hickies into your collarbone.
you ran your other hand over his back and biceps, feeling just how much bigger he was than you, your pussy showing her appreciation by throbbing around his cock.
embry muffled his groan into your neck, applying more pressure against your clit as he felt his balls tightening, threatening to spill his release into you before either of you were ready.
"such a good girl," embry groaned into the crook of your neck, hugging you closer to him as his thrusts got sharper, more precise as he continued railing himself into that spongey spot deep inside you, "let me feel you cum on me pretty thing," he encouraged, continuing his rhythm as he led you to the edge.
your belly tightened with your impending release and you muffled your whines against his shoulder, "come on pretty thing," embry cooed, voice tight as he tried to stave off his own orgasm, a battle that he was quickly losing, "let me feel your little pussy cum on me, promise you'll feel so good. jus' let go for me," he goaded, your body tensing up as you hit your release. your arms tightened around him, hugging him closely to you as you bit down on his shoulder.
the feeling of you biting down on him sent embry over the edge to his own orgasm, his body easily draping over yours as his final few thrusts snapped roughly against your swollen cunt. the familiar warmth of his release sprayed deep inside you, his hand on your belly heightening all the overwhelming sensations tenfold.
his thrusts slowed as he came back down to earth, exhaling heavily as he lifted his head from the crook of your neck, "did you seriously bite me?" he asked, letting out a breathy laugh when you nodded, a pink blush quickly creeping up on your post-orgasmic cheeks.
"little shit," he teased, dropping his body down on you in 'punishment' and you let out a stream of giggles that had him laughing too. you two really were made for each other.
synopsis: messy sex and creampies with embry and quil
warnings: mean-ish embry and quil (they're v condescending a few times lol), p in v smut, cunnilingus, blowjobs, creampies galore, quil cumming in reader's hair just to piss her off, creampie eating(?), eiffel tower, quil is lowkey a huge freak
word count: 2.43k
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"jesus quil," embry laughed as the three of you watched him drag his softening cock out of your pussy, a lewd squelching noise following as his cum began to drip out of you rather quickly - a testament to just how much he had spilled into you when he came.
"sorry lovebug," quil huffed a breathy laugh, leaning down to kiss your cheek, "jus' feel so good," he teased, both boys smiling when they saw the way you blushed and curled back into embry.
the three of you had been nearly inseparable since middle school, though your relationship didn't turn romantic until after the boys had both shifted and imprinted on you. all of you were more than intuned with each other and embry and quil couldn't get enough of making you flustered.
"you gonna get some in there too or are you lettin' me have all the fun tonight?" quil teased embry, laughing again when embry rolled his eyes.
"get on your knees for me, pretty thing," embry murmured, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before he was helping you adjust yourself on the bed, your knees digging into the soft fabric of your comforter while quil got himself situated in front of you, running his hands through your hair.
you let out a low whine when you felt him touching your hair, all three of you well aware of quil's odd obsession with cumming all over your hair - something that both boys knew annoyed you to no end, especially when you had to try and detangle it afterwards.
you peeked over your shoulder to look for embry, hoping he'd take your side. he didn't seem to concerned with it as he pumped his cock, already leaking like a faucet despite you hardly touching him yet. he glanced at you for a moment and sighed, "let me braid it first," embry offered, bringing his attention back down to your pussy, taking just a moment to line his cock up with you before pushing in.
the sloshing sound that followed as embry's cock forced some of quil's cum to come gushing out of you had you whining again, pulling your hips forward but embry held you in place, a firm hand on your hip as he thrust all the way in in one smooth motion.
quil's grip on your hair tightened, massaging your scalp for a few moments as he thought about embry's proposition, "fair's fair," he grumbled, his rapidly hardening cock rising to bump against your cheek, more of his precum and your leftover slick smearing against your face.
"quil-" you whimpered, rolling your head to the side in an attempt to get him to let go of your hair and get his cock away from your face.
"raisin' her blood pressure again. gonna give her a heart attack if you keep botherin' her all the time," embry grumbled, his warm hand also tangling into your hair as he leaned down, his cock pressing further into you as he untangled quil's hand from your hair.
quil didn't seem bothered in the slightest, letting out a soft laugh as he allowed embry to pry his hand from your hair. embry's other hand snaked around your front, landing in between your breasts to gently tug you up.
"help hold her up, quil," embry ordered as he slowly removed his hands from around you to start combing through your hair.
quil beamed over at you, as always, doing way too much as he chose to sandwich you between the two boys instead of just holding your hand, "you wanna take a trip to paris, lovebug?" he asked and you scoffed at him in disgust.
"you're nasty quil," you glowered and embry just let out a breathy laugh, the warmth of his breath fanning against your ear as he quickly braided your hair down your back - hopefully well enough so that when quil inevitably came all over it, you wouldn't be spending an hour in the shower trying to detangle it.
"c'mon lovebug," quil whined, reaching in between the two of you to grab his cock and nuzzle the tip of it against your clit, you and embry letting out moans when your walls fluttered around him at the action, "won't even make you swallow," he added, as if that helped his case. if he wasn't cumming in you, he sure as hell would be coming all over you instead.
when you continued glaring at him, he dragged his cock down to slowly trace the tip across your hole that was currently stuffed with your other imprinter, "could also get back in here if you want another creampie," he drolled, pressing his tip against your entrance that was already stretched taut for effect and you gasped, shrinking back into embry who just chuckled, wrapping his arm around you to hold you in place.
"you think she'd like that em? two cocks in that tiny little pussy of hers at the same time? i think she could make some room for me," quil continued his theatrics, dragging his cock around your stuffed hole, his and embry's cum dripping down the length of him along with your spend as well.
"he's being mean," you peeked over your shoulder to say to embry who just huffed a laugh, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"you've got it pretty thing, take such good care of us don't you?" embry hummed, sliding his hands back down to your hips, one hand slowly sliding to your lower back, him and quil working in tandem as quil slowly backed up and embry pressed you forward, neither boy stopping until you were back on your hands and eye level with quil's cock again.
you huffed, glaring up at quil who just flashed you a smile, pumping his cock in his hand, "embry's gonna make you cum so hard," he mused, and, on cue, embry drew his hips back, thrusting into your heat harder than necessary for the sole purpose of making you gasp.
quil immediately took advantage of your open mouth, sliding his cock in much to your annoyance. he couldn't have looked more satisfied with himself, cupping your cheeks in his hands, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against the apples of your cheeks.
embry didn't give either one of you too much time for your little standoff, quickly setting a quick pace that he knew you and quil would love. you moaned around quil's cock, embry's thrusts forcing you to act as a fleshlight for both boys as you rocked back and forth. quil let out a loud groan, his fingers immediately sliding up to tangle into your hair.
embry knew how to braid but quil sure as hell knew how to mess it up, though, the way his fingers began soothingly scratching at your scalp had you feeling much less irritated about the immenent prospect of him cumming all over it.
"i love paris," quil dropped his head back to groan, his curls spilling back over his shoulder as you rolled you and embry rolled your eyes.
quil's fingers tightened in your hair to tug you deeper, his cock brushing against the back of your throat as embry continued rolling his hips against yours. early in your relationship, you'd quickly become throat-trained with how unintentionally rough quil could be at times but still whined when your nose brushed against his happy trail.
"such a good girl," embry cooed, reaching his hand around you to roll your clit between his fingers. he pinched the nub almost as soon as he found it and you yelped around quil's cock, both boys chuckling when your eyes immediately watered, the combination of sensations quickly becoming overwhelming.
quil's cum and the copious amounts of embry's pre-cum began dripping down your thighs, the base of embry's cock coated with a frothy ring as he rode you.
"jus' made to take our cocks, aren't you lovebug?" quil cooed when he saw you glaring up at him, teardrops threatening to spill over your waterline as he continued rocking his hips against your mouth.
embry took a bit of pity on you, pressing down on your clit to pleasure the little button, your pussy throbbing around him in response as tears starting streaming down your cheeks from all the sensations.
"there she goes," quil chuckled, sliding one hand out of your hair to brush your tears away, "keep suckin' like a good girl," he ordered, though his tone was a bit more condescending than anything and you went to argue with him but your response was muffled by the way his cock was currently occupying all of your mouth.
quil laughed at that, fingers tightening in your hair, "focus on cummin' lovebug," he patronized, rolling his hips a bit further to prove his point, his cock pressing even deeper into your throat. embry rolled your clit between his fingers before you could work yourself into a tizzy over quil not playing nice with you. you let out a loud moan around quil's cock, quil groaning at the sensation.
embry tightened his grip on your hip to pick up his thrusts again, working toward a steady rhythm to get you to your third orgasm of the night, quil toward his second, and him toward his first.
as soon as the tears started pouring down your cheeks, they didn't stop, the onslaught of pleasure from the wonders embry was working on your pussy making it hard to focus on anything other than how good you felt.
if embry and quil were anything in this world, they were experts at making you cum and were quickly proving that point as quil continued praising you for taking their cocks so well while embry focused on maintaining a steady pace working you right toward the edge.
quil seemed to be closer than you though as his balls tightened, his thrusts getting sloppier as he got close to the edge. you licked a stripe up the length of his cock, suckling at the tip in a way that you knew would have him snapping and that apparently worked as well as you thought it did as quil let out a loud groan, fingers tightening in your hair as his free hand pulled his cock out of your mouth and aimed it at your face and hair. you squeezed your eyes shut as he came, thick ropes of his cum spraying over your cheeks, hair, and back just like you knew he wanted.
you had no idea how he always managed to cum so much but sure enough, your face, hair, and back were coated with his spend. as he slowed, he slowly pushed the tip up against your lips, pushing in just enough that you could suckle on him for the last few drops of his salty release.
how he didn't get overstimulated by that, you had no idea, but he loved it, scratching at your scalp as you sucked on his tip, swallowing the rest of his semen.
"such a good girl," quil scratched at your scalp as he caught his breath. once embry decided he'd cum enough, he reached down to pull your back up to his chest, quil's cum smearing across embry as well.
quil, shameless as ever, spoke up, "let me suck her clit," he groaned as he watched how embry rolled his hips against yours, slowly working you back up to your orgasm after quil had cum.
"how are you even-" you didn't have a chance to finish your sentence as quil laid down in front of you, hooking his hands around your thighs before he burying his face in your pussy.
you and embry both moaned as quil got to work sucking and licking your clit. while embry kept one arm wrapped around your front to secure you to him, he slid his other hand up to tug at one of your nipples.
the combination of quil's tongue and embry's fingers and cock had you going limp in his arms, quil and embry easily supporting you as they worked you toward your third orgasm of the night, "you wanna get some payback for quil cumming in your hair like that?" embry gritted out as he snapped his hips against yours, pressing his lips against your neck to hide his smile when you let out a high pitched whine and nodded.
"then go and cum on his face, yea? i'll be right behind you," embry egged on and quil moaned against your pussy, the vibrations going straight to your core as your belly tightened, your orgasm barreling into you like a freight train.
quil nipped at your clit to send you over the edge and you came with a cry, fingers reaching down to knot into quil's curly hair and hold him in place as he licked and suckled at your clit through your orgasm.
embry wasn't far behind, his cock bullying deeper into you as his thrusts sped up, a loud groan leaving his lips when quil reached up to roll his balls between his fingers.
embry's cum spilled into you, the warmth immediately flooding you as a combination of all of your releases spilled out and into quil's waiting mouth.
when quil decided it wasn't coming out fast enough, he began licking at your hole, still very much occupied by embry and you cried out at the overstimulation while embry bucked his hips further into you, the action giving quil exactly what he wanted as another gush of cum came spilling out onto him.
"quil!" you whined, tightening your fingers in his hair as you tried to pull him away from your cunt but he just gripped your thighs tigher.
"em tell him to stop!" you whimpered when quil's tongue began lapping at your wildly overstimulated entrance again.
embry tugged you back and, for a moment you thought he was taking your side but then he grumbled, "let me lay her down, and then you can have her you freak,"
at that, quil sat up, sitting back on his heels, all of your combined cum dripping down his chin, his cock already hard again.
you whined, anxiously looking over your shoulder at embry as he unplugged his cock from you, laying back and settling you between his legs. he just pressed his lips to your hair, one arm coming to settle over your belly so he could hold you in place.
when quil didn't immediately dive in, embry raised an eyebrow at him, "well, are you gonna clean her up or what?" he asked and quil sprung forward, laying down between your legs so he could get clean up.
▶︎ ၊၊||၊ FLORDIA KILOS , LANA DEL REY jacob black! x fem!reader
WARNINGS : smut, huge size kink, headlock fucking (kinda), p in v, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, consent checks, dirty talk
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+
The moonlight spills into the room, casting soft shadows on the walls. The only sound is the quiet rush of your breath, tangled up in the heated silence between you and Jacob. He’s towering over you, his chest pressing against your back, the weight of his body a constant reminder of just how big he is. His arm snakes around your neck, locking you in a headlock that isn’t tight, but possessive—like he’s holding you in place because he knows you can’t get enough of him.
You can feel him everywhere. The heat of his skin, the way his muscles flex as he moves above you, the hardness of his cock buried deep inside you. He doesn’t move fast, not yet. He’s holding back, savoring every inch of you, but you can tell he’s on the edge of losing control. His hand grips your waist, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you back against him, sinking deeper with every thrust. His other hand slides down to your stomach, pressing firmly against your abdomen.
"Feel that?" Jacob murmurs, his voice low and thick with need. “That’s me, baby. I’m right there—deep inside you.”
You gasp, fingers trembling as you reach down, feeling the bulge of him pressed tight against your belly. Your stomach is stretched, the shape of him so fucking real inside you, and your heart skips a beat at the sensation. He’s too big—way too big—but you don’t want him any other way.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Jacob growls, his hips grinding against you in slow, deliberate thrusts. “You can barely take me. But you’re taking it so well, baby. Fuck, you make me want to break you.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat flooding your body, and you push back against him, needing more. You can feel him pulse inside you, the way his cock hits the deepest part of you, stretching you further, making you ache in the best way.
“You’re so huge,” you breathe, unable to hide the way your voice shakes. “I can feel you everywhere. You’re making me feel—so full.”
“Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?” Jacob’s grip tightens on your waist, his hand dragging down to cup your ass. He pulls you back harder, his cock slipping deeper, making your whole body shudder. “You can’t get enough of me, can you? You’re mine, fuck—you’re all mine.”
You’re shaking now, barely able to stay upright as he fucks into you, slow and deep, each thrust a reminder of just how much bigger he is than you. You’re small—so small compared to him—and he’s fucking you like he knows it, like he’s going to stretch you until you can’t take anyone else.
“Tell me you need me, baby,” he grunts, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me I’m fucking you the way you need.”
You’re barely able to speak, but you manage to push the words out, barely more than a whisper. “Please, Jacob. I need you… so bad. Don’t stop. Fill me up, make me yours.”
A growl rumbles in his chest, deep and animalistic. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna ruin you,” he mutters, slamming into you harder now, each thrust stronger, more desperate. His hands move to your hips, gripping them with bruising force as he pounds into you relentlessly. “You think you can take me, huh? You think you can handle all of me?”
“Yes!” you cry out, your body shaking from the intensity of it. “I can take it. I can take all of you, Jacob!”
His thrusts become faster, harder, the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling the room. You feel like you’re being split open, like he’s taking you apart with every stroke, but it’s the best fucking thing you’ve ever felt. The way he fills you up, the way he stretches you, it’s almost too much—and yet you can’t get enough.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he mutters, his voice rough, desperate. “Can feel every inch of me inside you, baby. Fuck, you were made for me. I’m gonna fuck you so deep, you’ll never forget it.”
He pulls you back harder, every thrust now a brutal, punishing slam into you, your body rocking with each movement. Your stomach jumps, the bulge of him pushing against your flesh, and you can’t stop the soft moan that slips from your lips. You’re so fucking full, every inch of him inside you like he owns you.
“Jacob,” you whimper, “I can’t—can’t take it much more.”
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, pushing, making you feel every inch of him, making you feel like you’re going to break but you can’t stop him, not now.
“I know,” he breathes, his voice gruff with lust. “I know, baby. But I’m not done with you yet. I’m gonna make sure you feel me for days. Gonna fill you up, make you scream my name.”
And when you finally come, it hits you like a fucking storm, your body convulsing around him as you let go. You feel your walls tightening around his cock, and Jacob growls, fucking you through your orgasm, his own release following close behind. He pushes into you one last time, holding you against him as he spills inside you, filling you with his warmth.
He stays inside you, breathless and spent, his body heavy against yours. His hand moves to your stomach again, pressing down, feeling himself still twitching inside you.
“You feel that?” he asks softly, his voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. “That’s me. You’re full of me. Always.”
You nod, your body still trembling, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Jacob’s big, too big, but he’s yours. All yours. And you know—he’s never letting you go.
jacob knows something’s up. he notices right away that you’ve been acting different.
you’re more tired than usual, feeling queasy in the mornings, and turning your nose up at foods you normally love.
one night, while you’re curled up on the couch, he nudges you gently. “you feeling okay, baby? you’ve been acting kinda off lately.”
the pack teases him because he starts getting paranoid. embry snickers, “dude, maybe she’s pregnant.” jacob rolls his eyes at first, but then the thought sticks.
he starts watching you even more closely. the next time you run to the bathroom after breakfast, his stomach drops.
you weren’t sure how to bring it up, especially since this wasn’t exactly planned. but after taking multiple tests (because one wasn’t enough for you to believe it), you know you have to tell him.
you sit him down, fidgeting with your fingers, heart pounding. “jake… i have to tell you something.”
his protective instincts kick in immediately. “what? what’s wrong?” you take a deep breath and whisper, “i’m— i’m pregnant.”
jacob just… freezes. his eyes widen, his mouth opens slightly, but no words come out. it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him completely speechless.
“wait… seriously?” he blinks rapidly, like he’s trying to process it. “you’re serious? we’re—?” you nod, watching his reaction carefully.
there’s the softest, most overwhelmed look on his face. his expression shifts from shock to awe.
his gaze drops to your stomach, then back up to your eyes, as if he’s trying to fully comprehend that his baby is growing inside you.
jacob isn’t the type to cry easily, but his throat tightens. he lets out a soft, breathless laugh, running a hand through his hair.
“we’re having a baby?” he repeats it like he’s trying to make it real. when you nod again, his face breaks into the biggest smile.
he drops to his knees in front of you, placing his hands on your stomach, even though there’s no bump yet. his voice is a whisper, full of love and disbelief. “our baby’s in there?”
he surges up, cupping your face and kissing you deeply, murmuring “i love you” between every kiss. then he presses a soft kiss to your stomach, resting his forehead against it for a moment, completely overwhelmed.
after the initial shock, jacob won’t stop smiling. he pulls you into his arms, practically lifting you off the ground. “we’re gonna be parents, babe! holy sht—i’m gonna be a dad!”
the pack hears him freak out.
a few minutes later, you hear a commotion outside as jacob literally sprints out of the house, yelling, “I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” the pack stares at him like he’s lost it, while embry and quil crack up. “well, there goes our eardrums.”
at first, he’s just running on pure adrenaline and excitement, but once things settle down, it really starts sinking in.
he refuses to let you do anything. “baby, sit down. i’ll get it.” “no, no, don’t carry that—i’ll do it.” the protectiveness starts immediately, and you know he’s going to be insufferable for the next nine months.
at some point, the shock turns into smug pride. he’ll walk around with his chest puffed out, looking ridiculously pleased.
if anyone so much as looks at you, he grins and announces, “yeah, that’s my girl. and she’s having my kid.” the pack just groans.
even though there’s no bump yet, he always falls asleep with his hand over your stomach, like he’s already protecting the baby.
sometimes, he murmurs in his sleep, things like “my family” and lots of “love you” and you just melt right there and then.
he immediately insists on turning the spare room into a nursery. even though you’re barely pregnant, he’s already talking about color schemes and crib options.
you joke, “honey, the baby is the size of a bean.” he just shrugs. “yeah, but bean’s gonna need a room.”
jacob never thought he’d be looking up pregnancy books, but now he’s watching videos on baby development and googling “what foods are safe for pregnancy.” he wants to know everything so he can take care of you properly.
he starts making a list of names that same week. he takes it very seriously. “what about—wait, no, too weird. oh! what about this one?” you roll your eyes. “jake, we have months to decide.” he grins. “yeah, but i wanna get a head start.”
no matter what he’s doing, if you need something, he’s on it. patrol? he’ll wrap it up fast. mid-conversation? he’s already halfway out the door if you call his name.
if you get a craving in the middle of the night? say less. jacob is already grabbing his keys. “pickles and ice cream? you’re sure about this?” he pauses, eyeing you. “…never mind, dumb question. i’ll be back in ten minutes.”
one time, you casually mentioned wanting ice cream, and fifteen minutes later, he burst into the room, breathless, holding two tubs. “chocolate and vanilla. just in case. and sprinkles. thought i’d cover all the bases.”
the pack is used to jacob being a bit reckless, but now? he’s the one lecturing them. “watch where you’re running! y/n is right there.” if you so much as wince, he’s on high alert. “what? what’s wrong? does something hurt?”
quil teases him relentlessly. “dude, she’s pregnant, not made of glass.” jacob glares. “yeah, well, i’m not taking any chances.”
he texts you from patrol with a simple “miss you. you and baby doing okay?” even if he’s exhausted, he always makes sure you feel loved.
he tries to act all tough, but the second he thinks about how you’re having his baby, his heart melts. he’ll randomly wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his hands on your stomach. “you really have no idea how much i love you.”
he acts like it’s no big deal, but then you catch him getting way too excited over tiny onesies.
“babe. look at this. it has little wolves on it. we have to get it.” he also insists on getting one with a motorcycle on it, claiming it’s never too early to start teaching them about bikes.
jacob gets weirdly sentimental. one night, you find him sitting on the couch, holding an old baby picture of himself and other of you.
when you ask what he’s doing, he sighs. “just thinking about how our kid will look like. the perfect mix of us.” he shakes his head with a grin. “god, i really hope they get your nose.”
the first time the baby kicks, he’s obsessed. but when they only seem to kick when he’s not around? he pouts. “oh, so you’ll kick for mommy but not for me? that’s cool. real nice.” you laugh because the second he starts talking to your belly again, the baby kicks immediately.
jacob knows pregnancy is rough on you, so he’s always giving you massages. feet, shoulders, back. whatever you need.
he’ll rub soothing circles over your lower back when you wince, murmuring, “i got you, babe. just relax.” and if you’re extra sore? he’ll have you sit between his legs while he massages your hips, placing gentle kisses along your shoulder.
one of the best perks? jacob is basically a furnace, and when you get those pregnancy chills or aching muscles, he’s got you.
he’ll wrap himself around you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “feeling better, sweetheart?”
jacob loves your baby bump. the moment your baby bump shows undeniably, he’s obsessed with it. he kisses it, rests his head on it, and just marvels at it.
he talks to your belly all the time. “hey, little one. hope you’re being nice to your mommy in there.” sometimes, you wake up to him murmuring sleepy promises against your skin. “can’t wait to meet you.”
he brings you flowers just because. he surprises you with your favorite snacks. takes you on little dates totally personalized for your comfort and the baby’s.
pregnancy makes you exhausted, moody, and uncomfortable at times, but jacob never makes you feel anything but adored. he’s constantly kissing your forehead, running his hands over your back, and telling you how amazing you are. “you’re incredible, you know that?”
when he sees the baby on the screen for the first time, he just stares. he squeezes your hand, his eyes a little wide. “that’s… that’s our baby.”
he’s so overwhelmed he doesn’t even notice the tear slipping down his cheek until you brush it away with a soft laugh.
during the final pregnancy stages, you start nesting and jacob is both amused and stressed. you want to rearrange the nursery at 2 AM? he groans but still helps you move the crib.
“babe, you realize we already moved this, like, three times, right?” but he does it anyway, because you’re glowing and happy, and he’s weak for you.
he thought he’d be cool and collected, but the second you gasp and say, “honey… i think it’s happening,” he freezes. “oh—oh sht. okay. okay, we got this. no big deal. just—deep breaths, baby. i mean, i should— you’re—oh my god, okay, i’ll get the bag.”
labor is hell, and jacob can’t stand seeing you hurt.
he holds your hand the entire time, his voice low and reassuring. “you’re doing amazing, sweetheart. just a little longer, okay?” he presses shaky kisses to your forehead between contractions, murmuring how much he loves you.
the second your baby is placed in his arms and he’s completely sure you’re okay, jacob is a goner. his voice is barely above a whisper. “hi, baby… it’s your dad.” his eyes shine with emotion, and he looks between you and the baby like you just handed him the whole world. “oh, you’re perfect.”
he was always in love with you, but seeing you as a mom? it ruins him.
one night, as he watches you rocking the baby to sleep, he just shakes his head in awe. “god, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, reaching for your hand.
you look up at him with a smile and hold his hand as he carefully steps closer to hug you and the baby safe in his arms.
