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hehe-69 · 3 months ago

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Bonfire SMUT

Jacob x Reader

Other Parts of Bonfire: Part 14 it has all the other links to all the previous parts I’m too lazy to do then all rn

Warnings: 16+ CONTENT YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION! SUB JACOB, BODY WORSHIPING, SERVICE TOP JACOB FOR LIKE A PARAGRAPH! NON DESCRIPTIVE SMUT SO THAT ITS GENDER NUTRAL! CRYING DURNING AND AFTER! USE PROTECTION YOU DIRTY DOGS!!!!

Summary: You and Jacob are both 18 as you’re going into your senior year of high school, the two do you decide to take the next big step in your relationship.(yes I aged him up for this, no I am not sorry)

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Outside it’s storming, thunder crashes and the wind howls, wet and cool through your open window. Papers scatter across your room as the breeze blows, you’re back is turned away from the window, as you kneel on your bed sitting on your heals. The air is tense and chilly as you wait, the minutes tick by as try to even out your breaths as your nervous system goes haywire. You’re on edge, straining your ears to listen through the howling winds and thunderstorm.

Then you hear him, crawling through your window, hear his shaky and sharp breaths. And the soft thumps of his shoes that steal the breath from your lungs as each one brings him closer to you, the sound of him kicking them off and his deep shallow breathing. Like he’s trying to calm his own nerves as well. Jacob was drenched head to toe from the downpour, but quickly drying off due to his hot blooded nature.

Your breath quickens as you feel your bed dip under the weight of Jacob’s body, and feel his damp hair press against the back of your head. His breaths hitch evey once an a while and you feel them against the back of your neck.

You breath in deep and sharp, trying to get a grip on your nerves. Jacob doesn’t move, he waits for you to turn your body and face him. Now pressing your foreheads together, Jacob’s breath hitches. “Are you sure about this?” Jacob asks softly. “If you changed you mind, I would understand.” You smile softly, stroking his cheek. “I’m sure.” You breathe out. “I want to do this, I want you.” And Jacob looks you in the eyes and suddenly, your nerves dissipate. It’s just you and Jacob, finally getting this moment together.

Jacob surges forward to kiss you fiercely and desperately, breathing hard through his nose. Jacob leans the both of you so you fall sideways onto the bed and the second you hit it you roll him onto his back with you on top of him. Straddling his narrow hips and licking into his mouth.

You roll your hips hard, and you feel Jacob’s legs thrashing as he moans out between kisses. He tries to keep up, rolling up to meet your brutal pace as his hands run up and down your back before landing on your ass to hold you close as he grinds his hips up. When Jacob gasps out sharply you kiss down his jaw, keeping your hips rolling. Jacob breaths hard and bites back the sounds threatening to escape him, as his shaky hands rub up and down your back and the top of your thighs. “Jacob.” You sigh out, moaning softly at the delicious friction between your body and his. “Don’t hold back,” you sigh. “I want to hear you.” And Jacob whines out at this, and his back arches up.

“Fuck.” Jacob hisses out as you kiss, lick and suck along his sharp jawline and down his neck, a whine escapes him as you suck hard at the base of his neck. You humm out softly, your hands that were once on either side of Jacob head, sneak thier way down his bear chest. Your let you nails scrape against his skin, Jacob bucks his hips up and grips your hair as he moves your head to kiss him again. He’s kissing you deep and slow, licking into your mouth and it reminds you that you would like to take you time. You would like to draw this out, learn what makes him tick, enjoy this moment with him.

So you and Jacob spend the hours, kissing, licking, touching and tracing each other’s bodies. It’s hot and heavy, but soft and loving when it needs to be. You and him spend time stripping each other of your clothes, laughing and giggling when you’re hurried movements cause you both to get caught or your hands fumble with buttons.

Jacob makes good on his promises and showers your body with love and affection. Bring you right to the edge of euphoria, and backing away last minute. You didn’t even get to complain as he leans down to taste you instead. Hands in his hair pulling him closer spur him on and he doubles his efforts. It’s toe curling and breathtaking, how much devotion and patience Jacob shows as he basically worships every inch of you skin, theres not a single part of it he hasn’t touched, kissed or licked.

He consumes your every thought, consumes your very soul, till all you can mange to get through your incompetent mouth is his name and strangled cries. It’s his breath in your ear and his mouth on your jaw that pulls you back down to earth. Those warm calloused hands that cradle your face and stroke your cheek. Jacob lays over the top of you, propped up on his forearms so that he doesn’t crush you. He sits there an waits, kissing you and whisper I love yous till you’re back in your own body.

And one look into Jacob’s loving and impossibly tender eyes gives you the energy to finally jump his bones. You grin wildly at him, and he smiles brightly back before kissing you deeply. A small yelp escapes his mouth as you roll yourself back on top of him. You can’t help but giggle at his reaction, leaning down to kiss his nose. “I love you so much, your laugh, your smile, everything and all that you are.” You whisper out softly, and watch how Jacob melts and smiles at your words.

“You have me, heart and soul, all that I am and all that I’ll ever be is yours to keep.” Jacob’s voice is impossible soft, like he’s whispering out a confession of a lifetime. The timber of his voice is full of this inconceivable amount of sheer love, devotion and truth.

The both of you are laid bear before one another, not just in physical form but in a spirit and emotional level beyond your wildest dreams and comprehension. This is about more than just sex, or “boning”, this is something raw and real. This goes beyond a simple and overused word such as love.

This is all and more of what your relationship is to one another. This is accumulation of evey silent moment shared, those quiet and sweet heartfelt moments where all you needed and wanted was to just be close to one another. To just exist in the same space and basic in the presence of each other. All the times you’ve broken down and fallen apart together, all the times you both sat and collected the shattered broken pieces of each other and put them back together. You have waited, watched and loved each other nothing can compare to the underlying and overwhelming feelings of admiration and devotion you share for one another.

This bond, this invisible string pulling, holding and connecting you and Jacob to each other is only as strong as it is now…because you and him have suffered, lost and grieved together. You and him have supported one another unconditionally.

It’s why, it is so important to you that you make sure Jacob Black knows how loved and valued and treasured he truly is. It’s why you kiss, lick and bite his skin as you travel down his body. Why you thrive so wildly on the trembling of his body and the symphony leaves his mouth. His breaths, gasps, whines and moans, the way you soften your touch when he jumps or dubble down your efforts when he cries out. It’s like a dream come true, Jacob Black, sweaty and blissed out before you, the sounds alone could sedate your soul for lifetimes.

The way he back arches, how his brows thread together in pure pleasure, the way his mouth is dropped open as he breaths harshly. You horrified you have done something wrong when he stops you, crying out a desperate wait and you instantly freeze in terror.

But your body implodes with molten hot heat as he tells you he wants to finish inside you. It’s like your entire brain is fried at his words, but your body throbs with the need of him. Jacob came prepared for this, protection and even a small bottle of lube from a dinky gas station that makes you laugh softly. But it’s how considerate he was to think of it all that makes you smile and laugh. You help him roll on the condom, and lubricate, it’s purely for your personal enjoyment and his own. Jacob is impossible hot and ready to go. The lube wasn’t really necessary, just a precaution to easy his nerves. He didn’t want to hurt you, not like this, not ever. Even though he had spent what felt like hours in between your legs prepping you for this.

And when you’re hovering over him, ready to slide down and welcome him into your body, you lean down to kiss him. And slowly lower yourself onto him, till your hips are flush and you feel impossible full, impossibly complete. You both are left breathless at the feeling of finally being together, connected in such an intimate, intense way. You’re breathing into each others open mouths as you adjust to the feeling of him inside of you.

Jacob sits up, letting you support yourself on his shoulders as he holds onto your hips, helping you lift yourself up and back down. Jacob gasps out sharply and you can’t help by whine. It’s mouthwatering, brain fogging, and devastatingly delicious. The way heat and pleasure shoots throughout your nervous system, as each roll of your hips. When you finally find your rhythm, you push Jacob down onto his back, planting your hands on his abdomen and digging you finger tips into his skin as you set a brutal pace.

Starting sharp, slow and deep, but quickly speeding up. You watch Jacob through hooded eyes as he tips his head back to breathe harshly and cry out. This overwhelming feeling of joy fills your soul, joy that it’s you who gets to see him like this, you who gets to have him like this. The closer you both get to the finish line, the more your hips shutter and your legs burn.

Jacob wordlessly springs into action, rolling you both over without ever breaking the connection. Pining you onto your back with his body as he borrows his head into your neck. You don’t waste a second as you instantly run your fingers through his hair and tug lightly. Jacob’s whole body shudders at the sensation, and it encourages him to begin the push and pull of his hips.

Jacob’s left arm wraps under your thigh to prop you right leg up, and he moves his own right leg to push his knee into the back of yours. And he drags his hips, slow but brutal, it’s brings you impossibly high and close but you linger right over the edge. So he moves his hand in-between your legs to spur your orgasim on.

It’s all too much, the sounds he lets out into your neck, his impossible heat and burning hot love and desire. It sends you up into cloud 9, your head throws back and you cry out as you finally cum hard. You’re impossibly grateful to hear Jacob’s broken whine as he spills into you. You and him lay there, his full body weight ontop of you as you both breathe in hard and shaky, coming down from the thrill of your own lovemaking.

Jacob unburies his face from your neck, so that he can gaze upon your blissed out expression. You crack your eye open to see the most lovesick and beautiful expression on Jacob’s face. He looks at you as off you have given him the whole world, and you realize, you and Jacob have be softly crying throughout the night as he leans down to kiss the tear trails on you face.

There is something so precious and beautiful about being so wholly and completely seen. Utterly understood and accepted. You laugh out softly, out of pure wonder at your luck and wrap your arms around his neck to hold him close. You both lay there, for a long while before Jacob gets up to clean you up and throw away the used condom.

Afterwards Jacob pulls you in close, kissing your head. And you both lay there, kissing and talking, laughing and cuddling close. And you both drift off into peaceful and happy sleep.

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I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD! I PORED EVERYTHING I HAD INTO IT! This is my first smut so I up yall ate it up.

Tired my best to make sure all genders could enjoy it.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to request what else you’d like to see in Bonfire my Jacob long fic.

Thanks so much for reading!

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rdmasevi · 2 months ago

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Like Fire and Venom

Title: “Like Fire and Venom”: a Twilight fanfiction

Pairings: Jacob Black x Reader Male ( Red Eyed Vampire )

Genre: Supernatural Romance | Drama |

Slow Burn | Angst with Comfort |

Forbidden Love |

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, Emotional angst, Discussions of blood-drinking, Light possessiveness and jealousy, Swearing, Mentions of past isolation/loneliness.

Summary: Jacob Black struggles with Bella’s engagement to Edward — until his world is turned upside down when he unexpectedly imprints on the last creature he ever thought possible: a red-eyed, rogue male vampire.

You never expected to step foot in Forks.

You’d heard about it, of course. Every vampire had. A strange pocket of the Pacific Northwest crawling with wolves, the Cullen coven settled like royalty in their glass castle in the woods. A treaty held together by mutual tolerance and necessity. You didn’t care for politics, or power.

You were just passing through.

A red-eyed nomad. A rogue.

You never stayed in one place long. You fed clean when you could — criminals, drifters, the kind of people no one looked for. Still, you were a predator. Always watching. Always watched.

You didn’t mean to get caught in their territory.

But fate doesn’t wait for permission.

You didn’t even notice him at first — the towering boy with warm brown skin and too-bright eyes, panting as if he'd just finished phasing. The second you stepped out of the trees, though, he stopped.

And stared.

It wasn’t fear in his eyes.

It was something else.

You tilted your head, fangs retracted but guarded. “You gonna growl at me or just stand there?”

“I…” he blinked, jaw going slack. “No. I… I don’t know what’s happening.”

The silence between you charged with something ancient. Something irreversible.

Jacob Black — the boy who hated vampires with a fire so hot it burned off his skin — had just imprinted on one.

You.

The red-eyed rogue.

He didn’t fight it.

Not for long, anyway.

The days that followed blurred into long walks in the woods, tense conversations, the occasional snapped tree trunk when he lost his temper. You told him your story — not all of it, but enough. He saw something in you no one else ever had. Maybe it was the way you didn’t try to explain your thirst away, or the fact that you didn’t want redemption. You just wanted… peace.

“I thought I’d hate you,” he admitted one night, sitting across from you on a fallen log. “But when I look at you… it’s like everything makes sense.”

You didn’t smile.

You wanted to.

But you’d lived long enough to know nothing this good lasted.

You were right.

When Bella found out, it all came crashing down.

She stormed into the woods, eyes wild, voice shaking. “Jacob, you imprinted on a vampire?! A blood-drinking, red-eyed—”

“Don’t,” Jacob growled. His body trembled, the shift hovering just beneath his skin. “Don’t say it like that.”

“He could kill someone. You! You used to hate them! You hated the Cullens and they don’t even feed on humans!”

You stood behind him, silent but composed, crimson eyes unreadable.

“I did hate them,” Jacob snapped, “because I didn’t understand. I hated you, too, Bella. For how you played with my feelings. For stringing me along while you picked a leech.”

Bella paled.

“This is different,” he continued. “He’s mine. I don’t care what he is.”

Bella left in tears.

The pack didn’t react how you expected.

At first, there was tension — growls, posturing, mistrust. Paul nearly attacked you once, until Jacob put him on his back with one punch. Sam called a meeting. The others watched. Quiet. Waiting.

And then something strange happened.

They accepted you.

Not fully — not yet. But they saw the imprint. They felt it through Jacob’s thoughts. They watched the way he stood in front of you, ready to tear through anyone who even looked at you wrong. And slowly… they began to trust.

“He’s calm around you,” Emily said one afternoon, watching Jacob lean against your side by the fire. “That’s new.”

Even Leah, fierce and bitter, didn’t say a word. She just nodded once in your direction and walked away.

Edward didn’t trust you. But he respected the bond.

Carlisle welcomed you into their circle, even offered you blood bags if you needed them. “You’re not the first to try to walk a different path,” he said. “But you may be the first with someone fighting beside you.”

And Jacob?

Jacob made it clear to everyone — vampire, wolf, human — that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I don’t care what anyone thinks,” he said one night, his hand brushing yours, fire and ice colliding with skin. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. That’s all that matters.”

You’d never belonged anywhere. Not in centuries.

But now, wrapped in the scent of pine and fur, surrounded by a pack that tolerated you and a boy who burned brighter than any sun, you started to believe you could.

Bella still watched from a distance. Heartbroken. Bitter. Maybe even jealous.

But Jacob never looked back.

He never needed to.

He had you.

And for the first time in his life, that was enough.

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blackbirdie1234 · 2 years ago

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Hey!! I love your fic's so much!

Can I request a Jacob x Fem!reader where they are friends but reader has a crush on Jacob. When he shifts he leaves and does what he did to Bella like ignoring her and Billy won't answer the door.

Mutual pinning but neither knows. He imprints on reader.

Thank you so much keep up the great writing :)

Also, I was wondering if you are going to be doing the vampires as well?

Hi!, Thank you so much for the request! I appreciate the kind words <3

I will be doing fanfics for the vampires as well! As of right now I only have the wolves, but I am planning on making a master list for the vamps and Bella. If you want to make a request for them I can definitely do that! I am planning on making a fic for Jasper soon!

A/N: Not proofread! I aged Jacob up a bit, you both are seventeen here. I didn't know exactly how to end this but I think I might do a spin-off series off of this fic so if you are interested in that let me know. Also, sorry for the late posting I am currently sick and going through it lmao. Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: Jacob being an ass, cursing, angst, Y/N with a backbone.

Wolf’s Out Of The Bag

Jacob Black x Fem!reader

You were staring blankly down at your phone. Ten phone calls, ten phone calls sent to voicemail. Ten desperate, pleading voicemails. No callback, no text, nothing received. You snapped your phone closed and threw it down on the bed.

It had been two weeks since Jacob stormed off from your house after getting into a small disagreement, at least it started off that way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"It's nothing you need to worry about, Jacob," You grumbled with a slight roll of your eyes. Hoping he would drop the subject.

He was giving you an irritated look. You lightly pushed him with your shoulder giving him a small smile.

"I didn't think you'd care that much, it was one date and it's never happening again," you noted with a light-hearted laugh to ease the tension.

He turned to face you, irritation turning to anger. You could actually feel the heat radiating off of his body next to yours.

"Wow you must be really dumb, I mean how could you even think about going on a date with that pig. He's not good enough for you, but then again if you were desperate enough to give him a chance maybe I'm wrong" He barked getting more bitter with each word.

You look at him in shock.

"Why would you say that to me" You said not believing what you were hearing. "It's really none of your business who I go out with, you aren't my bodyguard, you don't have to 'protect' me. When did you get the right to decide who is 'good enough' for me? Huh? You're being a dick and I don't know why but it better change right now." You say sternly. He has never acted like this before and this sudden behavior change is not sitting well with you.

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Jacob left shortly after that. He had gotten so angry he was shaking, you can't even remember the words that were thrown after that. Now, he wasn't answering the phone. Billy said he came down with mono, you didn't know how much you believed it but decided to trust that Billy wouldn't lie to you.

Jacob was your best friend, you loved him a lot. You had never had such an intense fight, you never thought he would react the way he did. You only went on the stupid date to get Jacob out of your head, you thought that maybe you would get over Jacob if you found someone else to pay attention to. You were wrong, no one made you feel the way that Jacob did. Jacob made you feel at home, you couldn't explain why but it was like he was the person you were meant to be with. He was the one who understood you fully and would never judge you for anything you said or did. Until now......

You were deeply hurt by what Jacob said to you, and if he thought that you would get over it he was surely mistaken. He had never said anything more hurtful to you in your entire friendship. You had thought about just letting it go, letting life run its course even if it meant Jacob being out of your life, but you couldn't just sit and let him speak to you that way. You wanted answers. Sitting in your room waiting for him to call and explain was becoming too stressful. You sat there for hours overthinking and no matter what you were doing you were replaying the moment in your mind.

You must be going crazy. At least that's what you were trying to convince yourself after seeing Jacob cliff-jumping with Sam Uley and his gang. You had decided that you would go to La Push, and relax your body and mind on one of the only partly cloudy days in Forks. The skies were pretty clear but there was a storm coming soon, so you decided to do it now. Never in your life did you think you would see what you were seeing now. Are you fucking serious? was all you could think as you drove your car straight to Billy Black's house. You wanted to make sure it was really Jacob, so you went to the man who had told you how 'serious' his condition was in the first place.

As you pulled into the driveway the clouds began covering the sky in a dark grey mass. You hopped out of the car and began walking to the front door, Billy had opened the door as soon as you stepped onto the wood. His face had a mix of concern and confusion as he noticed your agitated expression and the way your chest was slightly heaving from anger.

"Where is he" you say with a grumble.

"He's not here, he went out," He says seriously but looking down a bit not wanting to make eye contact. Billy didn't like lying to you and to your face it was even worse.

Just as you were about to speak you looked to the side and saw that far away down the hill, Jacob stood playfully nudging another man as a few more came out of the woods.

"Don't Y/N" Billy said in warning.

You started stomping down the hill, ignoring Billy's yells. Billy calling your name caught the attention of Jacob, as his face shifted from laughing to completely still. You continued to walk towards Jacob as the rain started, it quickly went from a drizzle to full pouring as you finally reached him.

To say you were fuming would be an understatement.

"What the actual fuck Jacob!" you say basically screaming at the shirtless man, who was now staring directly into your eyes with what looked like pure amazement but you ignored it the best you could, whatever love for him you felt in that moment may have been strong but you were too angry to care so you continued.

"So we have one fight and you ignore me for two weeks?! I called you ten times, ten times Jacob. You couldn't bother picking up the phone at least once, you could've told me you didn't want to be friends but no! You had your daddy lie to me" You say with an angry laugh.

"I thought you were sick Jacob! Too sick to pick up the damn phone and text me! Come to find out you were just having too much fun cliff jumping with the guys we used to make fun of! You know what you can have them, If you want to throw away seventeen years of friendship then be my guest." You say finally taking a breath.

The weight off of your chest feels amazing, but as you finish Jacob falls to his knees. The boys behind him look between you two with pure shock on their faces before they start laughing and smiling. You look up at them shocked and confused thinking they were making fun of you. They start walking away but not before patting Jake on the back. Sam leans down and whispers something to him as he sits there still on his knees staring at you.

"Do you even care about a word I just said to you? You know what never mind if you think this is a joke I might as well leave," You say turning around and starting to walk away.

Jacob suddenly found his voice as he quickly got to his feet and stumbled trying to reach you.

"WAIT! Wait, wait, Y/N please hold on!" He spoke hurriedly. Grasping for your hand and pulling you around. Hand now resting on your waist.

"I am so, so sorry. Please let me explain everything, I promise I won't lie to you anymore. I can explain everything now, just come inside and dry off." He said pleadingly, trying his best to get you to listen to him.

You thought for a moment, you didn't trust him at all but the way he was speaking you knew he was telling the truth to some extent. It was hard for him to lie to you, you know how Jacob works, you know the subtle mannerisms he has when he's not telling the truth. Considering all of this you finally speak.

"Fine, but if things don't add up or I find out you are still lying, I am gone," You say sternly, pulling his hands away from you and walking up the hill.

When you get to the house, Jacob gives you warm tea and a blanket which you take from him without a word. He comes over and sits across from you. He almost reaches for your hand but stops himself.

"The day that I left your house, something changed, I changed...." He claimed, looking at your reaction with a hint of fear but continued "This is going to sound crazy, but you have to believe me on this..... I am a werewolf"

You stared at him for a moment before throwing the blanket off and standing up, Jacob followed suit immediately. You threw him a glare before starting to walk out.

"No, No, Y/N wait!" he shouted after you, reaching out and grabbing your hand. "I am telling the truth let me show you" He spoke as he continued outside your hand still in his.

" I swear Jacob if this is a pra....."

You went dead silent as he began taking his boots, and then his shorts off. Now standing in just his underwear. He gave you a curt nod and then started bending and shaking profusely. You could barely blink before your best friend stood in front of you only he wasn't human anymore, he was a massive wolf.

You jumped back a bit as the wolf started coming towards you, noticing your fear he slowly laid down on the ground and gave out a small whine to signal he would not hurt you. You were in complete shock, how was this possible? Everything you ever heard about the stories of the Quileute tribe growing up was true, and your best friend was living proof. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, but they were silenced by the wolf standing up and trotting to the back of the house. Jacob then emerged in different clothes than before.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't tell you Y/N" Jacob expressed, grabbing your hands hesitantly until you leaned into the touch slightly.

"Why couldn't you tell me, you know I would never judge you, nor would I ever tell anyone " You pressed before giving him a confused stare "Wait why are you telling me now?"

He looked at you a gave you a crooked smile.

"It's one of the rules that came with the gig" He laughs a bit before pulling you a bit closer. "The reason I can tell you now is because you are my soulmate," He says beaming down at you.

You stare up at him with a bewildered expression.

"I'm your what?" you say breathing out.

"You are my imprint, Y/N. It's a wolf's soulmate, it is the reason for their existence, you feel like it isn't gravity holding you to the ground anymore, it's them. You can be anything the imprint wants you to be, a friend, a protector, a lover, all that matters is that the two are connected. Like vines on trees overlapping each other both on the same path, interlocked." He pauses, putting his hand on your face and caressing your cheek gently.

"I know this might be overwhelming and a lot to handle. I really want you to know how deeply sorry I am for everything that I said. I'm not going to sit here and blame it all on the wolf because it wasn't, I was jealous. I was jealous that you went on that date with someone that wasn't me and I didn't mean a word that I said about you. I'm going to be fully honest with you from now on, starting with the fact that I have been in love with you since the second grade. I know that trusting me will take time, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to earn it back. I understand that I have hurt you, so it might take a very long time but I will always be there for you. Everything is up to you, I understand if you want to reject the connection. The connection can be anything you want it to be, but I really truly do not want to lose you and the past two weeks without you have been hell on earth for me. I'm just really sorry Y/N." He pleads letting go of your hands and allowing you to process.

"I... I love you too Jacob. I have for a while now. I'm not going to forgive you easily but I am glad you understand how much you have hurt me. I am willing to give this a shot, mainly because I can feel the connection and would be an idiot if I said that I didn't." You laugh a bit as he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face.

"But if you ever say or do that to me again I will put you in a dog house and leave you there," You say with an evil smile laughing at the way his face drops before he joins in.

You two get out of the rain and drive separately to Emily's house where you meet the pack and they explain in much more detail what being a wolf really entails. You and Emily become quick friends, and as the days go on you slowly fall into a routine that is pure chaos but you wouldn't have it any other way. You and Jacob work on your relationship, slowly building back trust and falling deeper and deeper into love with each other. You have fully accepted your place in a world filled with wolves and life seems to be going great, that is until they tell you exactly why they turn into the big ferocious beasts....... there are vampires in Forks.

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forgetmenotnympho · 2 months ago

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snow-snowball · 8 months ago

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His friends saw your quarrel

characters: Paul Lahote; Seth Clearwater; Sam Uley; Leah Clearwater; Embry Call; Quil Ateara; Jacob Black.

warring: fluff; angst; hurt/comfort; dirty talk; Paul Lahote; profanity; lgbt with Leah; 18+ content; rude characters.

a/n: English is not my first language, so apologise for mistakes and other errors. If you don’t like my content, please pass me by. Be kinder and nose reading. Dividers are mine.

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✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Paul Lahote ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

You are once again taking a walk with your best friend, Jasper. To be honest, you haven’t been in the mood since morning because your period started. You knew the nature of your friend, so you were surprised by his composure. But it was precisely next to him that you felt much better. After all, the ability to manage other people's emotions isn't such a bad thing.

But going for a walk with someone your boyfriend can't stand is a terrible idea. Paul is a rock-solid and caring man, always ready to stand by you through thick and thin. However, his short temper is like a ticking time bomb. Even if you merely trip over a tree root, he would likely go on a tirade, ready to unleash havoc in the name of your safety. On one hand, it's sweet that he would move mountains for you, but on the other... being around him can be downright terrifying at times. It's like walking on eggshells, never quite knowing what might set him off.

Taking a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, you smiled brightly. Jasper settled onto a nearby rock, his gaze drifting deep into the woods. Vibrant yellow and red leaves danced down from the trees, gathering in delicate heaps on the ground. A mischievous idea sparked in your mind. You dashed over to a towering pile of leaves and leapt into it, sending a cascade of colorful foliage flying in every direction. Jasper chuckled, walking up to you. “Feeling any better?” he asked, extending his hand to help you up. But instead of taking his hand, you grasped his arm and pulled him down beside you. Now, both of you were sprawled in the leaves, laughter bubbling up like a mountain spring.

“Oh my goodness, what a child you are,” Jasper remarked, shaking his head in playful disbelief. He noticed a small twig lodged in your hair and leaned in closer, his face just inches from yours. He gently extricated the branch and tossed it aside. Before he could utter a word, someone's fist flew into his jaw.

“Don’t you dare touch her, you bloodsucker!” That gruff voice was one you could recognize in a crowd of thousands. Paul. Jasper was trying to dodge the wolfman's blows, not yet retaliating against Paul. But your boyfriend seemed to have lost his mind: his eyes were bloodshot, nostrils flaring as he greedily sucked in air, his body trembling with rage. “You’d better back off, sweetheart!” Jared shouted, a cocky grin plastered across his face. “This is going to be one hell of a show!”

“Jared, stop him!” you yelled desperately at the guy who seemed in no rush to rein in his friend’s fury. “Jared, please!” After yet another one of your pleas, the Indian boy sighed and stepped in to separate the two before things spiraled out of control. “Easy, girls, easy. I've got the lipstick!,” Jared quipped, hoping his silly remark would lighten the mood, but instead, a fist landed solidly in his gut. “Shut up, Jared!” Paul barked, still glaring menacingly at Jasper.

Tension hung thick in the air, like a storm cloud ready to burst. You felt your heart race as you watched the chaos unfold, praying that tempers wouldn’t flare any further. The atmosphere crackled with a raw energy, a powder keg ready to explode, and you knew all too well how dangerous such a volatile situation could be.

You stepped between the guys, tears welling in your eyes as you looked at Paul, who finally shifted his gaze to you, lost in the depths of your eyes. Gradually, he came back to reality. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were going out with that… that idiot?” he asked, fists clenched like iron. “Because I knew you’d be angry,” you confessed, your words sending shockwaves through him. “Are you trying to spite me or what?!” He slammed his fist against a nearby tree, splintering it to pieces. You flinched, instinctively shrinking back. “Paul, calm down, you’re scaring her,” Jared intervened, grabbing his friend by the shoulder, trying to pull him away from you to a safe distance. “Go to hell, Jared,” Paul snapped, spinning around and delivering a punch to Jared’s gut. Jared doubled over in pain, falling to his knees. “Paul! Please, come to your senses!” You placed a hand on his cheek, turning him toward you, but he struck you across the face, sending you flying back a few meters. An oppressive silence descended, hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

“[Y/N], forgive me, darling!” Paul immediately jumped up from his spot, trying to help you, but Jasper dismissed him with a flicker of irritation, his patience clearly at its breaking point. “What the hell, you damn vampire?!” But Cullen ignored the werewolf's outburst and focused on assisting you to your feet. He gently grasped your chin between his fingers, his brow furrowing in concern as he took in the bruise marring your face, the result of the blow.

Jared, seated on his knees, stared in disbelief at his friend, who had sworn to him that he would never let his aggression touch his betrothed. It seemed Paul had failed to keep his promise. “I think it's better if we stay away from each other for a while,” you murmured, refusing to meet Paul’s gaze as Jasper effortlessly lifted you into his arms.

“Go to hell, you slut! I don’t want a fiancée like you, anyway!” Paul shouted in sheer desperation, turning into a wolf and bolting into the depths of the forest. You stifled a sob, burying your face in Jasper's shoulder. Meanwhile, Jared was torn, caught in a tug-of-war between going after Paul or offering solace to Paul’s heartbroken girl.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Seth Clearwater ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Seth had always been an open and spirited guy, that is until a certain moment. For some reason, he started ignoring your phone calls, stopped inviting you out, and simply didn’t want to spend time with you for the past two weeks. You tried to reassure yourself, thinking he was likely busy preparing for his upcoming exams. But your surprise turned to concern when his classmates mentioned that Seth hadn’t shown up at school for over a week. That set off alarm bells in your mind.

Now, you're making your way to the Clearwater house, determined to clear the air and get to the bottom of this mystery.

As you navigate the muddy path, slipping a couple of times due to the incessant rain, you can’t help but mutter under your breath. Of all places, why did Seth have to live out here in the middle of nowhere?

“Seth!” the girl banged aggressively on the door. “Open up, you scoundrel!”

“What on earth are you shouting about?”Seth's older sister appeared at the door, her beautiful face framed by the entrance. “He’s not home; he’s at school.” she paused for a moment, thinking. “Why aren’t you there? I thought school in Forks finished later.”

“That's not important! I want to see my boyfriend!” you stomped your foot and crossed your arms defiantly. “I’m not leaving until I know he’s okay.”

“He’s fine.” Leah replied tersely before slamming the door right in your face. You huffed in frustration and plopped down on the porch steps.

As evening fell, the chill in the air became palpable. The wind whistled through the trees, and the buzzing of nocturnal insects filled the silence. The branches swayed, casting eerie shadows that danced in the darkness, sending shivers down your spine. You were afraid of the dark, but more than anything, you worried about your boyfriend. Leaning against the railing, you succumbed to sleep, your thoughts drifting softly to Seth.

In the midst of a dream, you felt gentle caresses through your hair and the sensation of being carefully lifted into someone’s arms. You lingered in slumber, savoring the warmth enveloping you as you nuzzled against a collarbone, inhaling a familiar scent. Suddenly, you were laid down on a soft mattress, and smiling, you nestled closer to the body beside you.

Morning light poured through the windows, pulling you from your dreams with tender strokes brushing against your hair. Blinking into the brightness, your eyes widened in shock as you took in the sight of Seth lying next to you. He wore an apologetic smile, but before he could utter a word, “I’m sorry, [Y/N], I didn’t mean to—" you were already bolting from his bed, racing down the hallway. Disappearing from your life only to draw you back in like this? How could he dare to touch you?

“Don’t come near me, you traitor!” you shouted, trying to wrench your arm free from Seth's grasp. “I've been on edge for two weeks!” Finally breaking free, you slapped him hard across the face and then gasped in shock. “Oh God! Seth! I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry!” You reacted in a whirlwind of emotions, hitting your boyfriend just like those drama queens you used to roll your eyes at. Tears started to well up in your eyes, and you didn’t even give him a chance to explain.

“Wow,” Leah exclaimed from the kitchen, stirring her tea. “I never thought I'd witness a classic American soap opera come to life right in front of me.”

“Screw this!” Seth snapped, his expression serious. “[Y/N], please, just give me some time, and I swear I’ll explain everything. Not now, but someday—I promise.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, forcing a chuckle. “Can I at least give you a hug?”

“Don't tell me you're actually asking if you can start a family with her?” the girl scowled, glancing from you to your brother. “That’s just disgusting.”

“Leah!”

“Since the day I was born, it’s been Leah.” She rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her cookie. “I don’t need you to remind me of my name.”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Sam Uley ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

You were tired of the ridiculous rumors about Sam. Your boyfriend, the founder of some gang? Nonsense! He is a decent and educated man—there’s no way he’s the head of a gang. But the problem is… your father believed those rumors and forbade you from seeing Sam. Instead of standing up for your relationship, he went along with your dad. Does he really not care about you? Was he just playing with your feelings like he did with Leah?

Determined to get to the bottom of things, you decided to follow him after spotting him outside a store. Throwing on a long black coat, a large black hat, and some ridiculous fake mustache, you waited until he was safely out of sight before you began to tail him, hiding behind lampposts and trees whenever he glanced back. Silly? Yes. Effective? You bet!

Eventually, you found yourself at his house, where a couple of guys had gathered. They were all shirtless, and as you hid behind a tree, you couldn’t help but admire the sight of the muscular guys, feeling both intrigued and a bit flustered.

“Sam, who is that?” one of the Indian asked, pointing towards the tree where you stood. “Do you have secret admirers?” After his friend's words, Sam shot him an annoyed glance before heading in your direction. Grabbing you by the elbow, he brought you to the center of the clearing, and all eyes were suddenly on you. Swallowing hard, you nervously waved your arms, desperately searching for an explanation. In an instant, Sam yanked off your hat and those ridiculous fake mustaches, staring at you in shock. “[Y/N]? What are you doing here?”

“Exactly, [Y/N]!” a girl stomped her foot. “I have the same question for you!” She poked Sam in the chest with her finger, her expression fierce.

“This is my home. I live here.” The man looked at you in confusion, crossing his arms over his chest. You mirrored his action, narrowing your eyes at him, your cheeks puffed up. Honestly, he didn’t want to argue with you, especially not now, when you looked so cute. His cute girlfriend. “Listen, I don’t want to fight with you, especially in front of others, and—” He didn’t get to finish, as his friend interrupted him.

“Nothing! We don’t mind watching a family squabble! Hey, Paul, do we have any beer left?”

“Jared, shut up and don’t interfere in other people’s conversations,” Sam said firmly, while Paul gave Jared a light smack on the back of the head and, putting an arm around his friend's shoulders, walked away, leaving you two alone. “Honey, this is a tough time for me, and I just want you to be safe.”

“Don’t you want to ask me what I want?” You stepped toward him impulsively. “I don’t care if it’s dangerous to be around you or not. I want answers, Sam Uley! Just tell me what the problem is! Maybe I can help?” You lowered your head, feeling defeated, and sank to your knees, covering your eyes with your hands as you tried to calm your racing heart and sort through your tangled thoughts.

The man crouched down beside you, gently stroking your hair. He always did this when you felt low. “[Y/N], I love you so much, and I want to make sure you’re safe.” Sam pulled you close, enveloping you in his strong arms—his broad frame almost shielding you from view. As you melted into his embrace, a sense of calm washed over you.

“Sam, I love you too, but if you keep pushing me away, you’re only going to hurt us both.” You pressed a soft kiss on his neck, your hands gliding over his bare back. “If you don’t want to explain, that’s fine. Just please don’t leave me; don’t abandon me. I can’t live without you!” You trembled at the thought.

He tilted your chin up gently, offering a weary smile. “I too can't imagine living without you,” he gently kissed you on the lips, as if trying to convey what he couldn't say. “I'm sorry; someday you'll understand everything.”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Leah Clearwater ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Your girlfriend was so rude to your best friend. Could it be that she's jealous?

Leah had always been hot-tempered and abrasive, but with you, she turned sweet and gentle. However, she could hardly tolerate your friends. They drew too much attention away from her. When she found out you were going to the beach with Bella, it was like a storm had hit her home. Anyone but Bella—the vampire’s girlfriend! There was just something about her that drove Lea up the wall. She acted as if the world owed her something, strutting around like a self-appointed princess.

You and your best friend Bella were sitting on the sand, engaged in a lively discussion while gazing out at the beautiful sea. Suddenly, Bella placed her hand on your shoulder, about to say something, when a jolt of pain shot through her arm, making her cry out. Stunned, you turned to see an angry Leah, her fists clenched tight, glaring fiercely at Bella. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

“Leah! What are you doing?!” you shot up to your feet, scolding your girlfriend. Leah's posture shifted, her arms drawing in close as though she were a scolded puppy, looking back at you with an expression of guilt. “What’s gotten into you?” you exclaimed, rushing to help Bella while dodging Leah’s snarls.

“And why does she think it’s okay to lay her hands on my girlfriend?” Leah retorted, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest. “Right now, you’re the one laying your hands on someone,” you shot back, casting a stern glance at her before turning your attention to Bella’s injury. “Oh crap, Swan, you’ve broken something!” you said, gently helping her to her feet, determined to escort her home.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Leah asked, concern thick in her voice.

“Anywhere but here!” you replied without looking back, the weight of the tension still heavy in the air.

All this time, a shocked Seth stood nearby, wanting to invite everyone over to Emily's house, but it seemed he had arrived at the wrong moment. “What happened?” he asked, approaching his sister. But she just gave him a worried glance and, without saying a word, went inside her home.

Once she reached her room, she lay down on her bed, pulling the blanket over herself. Seth remembered this scene vividly and felt a wave of dread. She had looked just the same after her breakup with Sam. He didn't want his sister to sink back into such a state again. “Leah, is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just go away, Seth. It's my fault,” she muttered, burying herself deeper in the blanket, trembling slightly. “It's all over now.”

“Nothing is over! I'm going to talk to her!” But the girl didn’t respond to his words. Leah knew she had made a mistake and she accepted her error, but there was no way to fix it.

Seth was persistently knocking at your door, and as soon as you opened it, he barged into the house. “Alright, let's measure up!” he said, grabbing you by the elbow and pulling you outside.

“Seth! Let go of me! At least give me a chance to change!” You stood in the middle of the street in your short pajamas, which barely covered your exposed skin. Covering your chest with one hand, you glanced around, hoping no one would see you. “I don't care,” Seth replied, scooping you up in his arms. His body provided some cover from prying eyes. “I'll get you to my place in no time!”

Well, he wasn't lying when he said he'd get home quickly. Just five minutes later, you found yourself standing at the entrance to the Clearwater house. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, you stepped inside, feeling a shiver run down your spine from the contrast of the warm interior and the chilly weather outside. As you climbed the stairs, you winced at the creaking of the wooden steps. Upon reaching your girlfriend’s room, you knocked a couple of times before entering.

Leah's room was dimly lit, almost gloomy. You struggled to find the light switch in the dense darkness, and once you flipped it on, you approached her bed and sat down. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight. Leah abruptly threw off her blanket, ready to unleash her frustration at Seth, but froze when she saw you before her.

“Hello, Leah.”

“[Y/N]?” The girl looked at you in shock, first glancing at you, then over your shoulder at Seth, who was leaning casually against the doorframe. “What nonsense has he been feeding you?” Leah snapped, her eyes narrowing as she took in your appearance from head to toe. “And why are you dressed like that?” After her question, Seth bolted out of the room.

“He said what he needed to say!” you huffed, curling up under the blanket beside her. “Come on, move over—I’m freezing.” You wrapped your arms around her waist and nestled your face against her warm shoulder. “You have no idea how hot are you,” you confessed, and then immediately clapped a hand over your mouth. “Not in the way you’re thinking, though that too. I mean—ugh! Forget it! I’m going to sleep.” In response to your jumbled words, you heard a sweet laugh, feeling her embrace you in return.

“I'll show Seth how to steal you away from home tomorrow! And…” She paused for a moment. “I'm sorry, please forgive me. I don't know what came over me.”

“It's okay, I forgive you. But please, don't do that again.”

“I'll try.”

“Lea!”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Embry Call ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

You like your boyfriend’s friend Jacob is loyal and kind, but Embry has been sneaking away to spend time with him way too often. Today is no exception. You were heading over to your boyfriend’s place to enjoy your usual Friday movie night, where it was your turn to pick the film. Last time, Embry chose ‘Attack of the Killer Tomatoes,’ and to be honest, you were left in shock by his choice. It made him seem a bit silly, and the thought of him picking the next film sent shivers down your spine.

You had decided on a horror movie for tonight: ‘Smile 2.’ You couldn't help but smile at the anticipation of being scared, imagining how Embry would wrap his arms around you, kiss you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear to comfort you. Giggling and spinning in excitement, you knocked on the door, but only silence greeted you. Feeling annoyed, you circled the house, only to realize that no one was home. Anger surged within you at the thought of where he might be, and with a determined turn, you headed towards Jacob’s house. “I’m going to show that little pup how to keep his hands off my boyfriend!”

“Embry, toss me the seventeen,” Jacob shouted, inspecting the car's wheel. “Just a little more and this baby will be as good as new!”

“I think [Y/N] is upset with me…” Embry approached the toolbox, grabbed the required wrench, and went over to help his friend with the car.

“Girls are just… well, girls,” Black chimed in with a chuckle. “Listen, you’d better apologize properly…” Jacob raised his eyebrows, giving him a knowing look. “You know, like really lay it on thick.” He stuck out his tongue and pointed at him playfully.

“What?!” Embry pulled back in shock. “Dude, we’re not even eighteen yet!”

“Yeah, but that didn’t stop our classmate Betty.”

“Because our classmate Betty is just... just…” Embry paused, searching for a more tactful way to say it. “She's just a bad girl! And [Y/N] and I are not like that!”

“Maybe... damn it!” Jacob shouted as the tire slipped off, pinning him under the car while he was still lying underneath it. “Embry, get me out of here! I should have bought a new jack!”

Sitting on the floor next to Jacob, Embry couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't every day that your best friend had a car fall on him. Jacob didn't appreciate his buddy's good mood and shoved him playfully in the shoulder. They started to mock-fight after that. “Listen, about [Y/N]...” Embry paused for a moment, tuning into his friend's words. “Girls don’t just turn on ‘Sex and the City’ for nothing. Use your noggin, bro! Even Seth isn't as innocent as you think!”

“Well, at least you've got yourself a catch!” Your voice rang out like thunder in the serene garage, and suddenly, silence fell like a heavy shroud. “You’ve already stolen my guy! Are there no other options?” You strode up to Embry and passionately kissed him right in front of Jacob. He grimaced and rolled his eyes, while your guy, flustered, turned you both so that his back was facing Jacob. “He's mine!” you declared after the kiss. “And I'm taking him with me!” You grabbed Embry’s hand, intertwining your fingers, and led him toward the garage exit.

“Go ahead and take him, I've got plenty more like him!” Jacob chuckled, genuinely happy for his friend. “Just make sure to name your kid after me!”

“We’ll think about it!” you replied, wrapping your arms around Embry as you strolled casually to his house. You couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the boys’ conversation and realized that, with someone like Embry, you definitely wanted children. He took such good care of you and would never do anything to disrupt your comfort. Thus, you firmly decided that after you turned eighteen, you would gift him your heart and soul for his birthday. Although he was younger than you by just a few months, he certainly looked older and possessed a maturity that surpassed that of typical teenagers.

Lost in admiration as you gazed at his profile, you didn’t even notice that you had arrived at his home. Well, the evening promised to be enchanting.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Quil Ateara ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Quil was always a kind and calm guy. He had never raised his voice at you, and there was always a sense of peace in your relationship. But something had changed; he had grown sharper and more cautious, as if he were searching for someone in the darkness during your walks. He stopped spending the night at home, and you increasingly noticed him without a shirt. You knew the legend of the Quileutes. But surely, that was just a legend, right?

While wandering through the forest, you didn’t expect to encounter anyone else, let alone here, in your favorite spot where you and Quil used to have your dates. But there, sitting alone, was a pale-faced young man. As you accidentally stepped on a twig, the sharp crack echoed through the stillness, and he turned toward you abruptly. Your heart seemed to stop. His red eyes filled you with a primal fear, and you instinctively took a step back.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” the guy smirked as he slid down from a large log, slowly approaching you like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. “What are you doing all alone out here, gorgeous?” He laughed in a way that sent chills down your spine, and in the blink of an eye, he was right next to you, revealing his white, sharp teeth. “Didn't your parents teach you that wandering through the woods alone can be dangerous?” He leaned in closer to your neck, inhaling your scent and rolling his eyes in delight. “Mmm, I can just tell you’re going to be quite a treat…” His tongue traced along your collarbone as he gripped the fabric of your light summer dress, which seemed like it might tear under the pressure. “I’ll show you how…”

“Didn’t your parents teach you that you shouldn’t come on to other guys’ girls?” Quil’s broad back appeared, shielding you from the unknown guy who had been tossed aside by Quil with a considerable force. “I’ll wipe the floor with you, you disgusting bloodsucker.” Your boyfriend’s eyes turned crimson as he bent down and began to shake with rage. You heard the tearing of fabric, and in the place where your boyfriend stood, an enormous wolf emerged—one that was unmistakably different from the ordinary. You noticed another wolf leap out from the bushes, lunging at the pale-faced guy.

They tore him apart together. And then the wolf, which had taken Quill's place, ripped off the guy's head and spat it out.

You watched in horror as everything unfolded. First, some pervert, and then Quill appeared, transformed into that huge wolf; then another one joined, and they tore the guy's head off and... Wait, where did they go? Before you could collect your thoughts, the wolves vanished into the bushes, and then instead of them, Quill and Embry emerged. An angry Quill and a worried Embry.

“[Y/N]! What the hell are you doing wandering around by yourself like this?” he roughly grabbed your shoulders, lifting you off the cold ground.

“Quil, she's in shock, maybe…”

“Don't interfere, Embry!” After he shouted at his friend, Quil turned back to you, ready to say something more, but when he saw your tears, he stopped. “Sweetheart…” As an empath, he seemed to sense everything you were feeling. It pained him deeply, and he felt like tearing his own throat out. “You’re scared, aren’t you?” He pulled you into his gentle embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. “God, you smell like that corpse…” But he quickly added a smirk. “We’ll definitely need to get rid of that stench, huh?” Quil traced a line of soft kisses from your shoulder to your ear. “Tonight, we’re going to relax properly,” he whispered, his warm breath enveloping your ear. “I promise I’ll explain everything to you, now that you… well, you’ve seen it all.”

“Alright…” you whispered, sniffing back your tears. “I trust you.”

“How sweet,” Embry said, wiping away his accumulated tears as he sniffled. “You two are just perfect together.”

“Oh come on, Embry, get a grip, man.”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Jacob Black ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

You’re happy that your boyfriend has such wonderful friends. But he talks about Bella too often. Are you having breakfast together? He starts saying how he’s eating Bella. Are you out for a walk? He tells you where he went with Bella. Are you working out together? He mentions Bella's body and how fragile she is compared to you. That was the last straw.

You’re sitting with the guys at Emily’s, ordering pizza. Somehow, the conversation shifts from Seth wetting his pants as a kid to "Bella’s relationships with a vampire." Jacob, of course, chimes in, passionately defending Bella and blaming everything on Edward. Then, out of the blue, Jared makes a slip about the recent kiss between Jake and Bella, and suddenly the room falls silent, all eyes on you.

You bite your lip and bolt out of the house. Jacob barely catches up to you, grabbing your arm. You yell at him in response. Those who were inside the house rush out to see what’s happening. “Don’t you dare touch me!” you scream, shoving him away. “I've had enough! I’m tired of putting up with this kind of treatment! I like Bella and I'm fine with your communication with her, but you've crossed the line!”

“[Y/N], let me explain…”

“No, Jacob. It's over.” You tried to pull your hand free from his strong grip, but it was no use. “Let me go!” You couldn't hold back any longer and slapped him across the face. Everyone who was laughing fell silent at the sound of the pained cry that escaped your lips. “Damn it! Damn it!” You pressed your injured hand against yourself and dropped to your knees. The guy tried to approach you, but you pushed him away with your healthy hand. Then Embry and Quil rushed over, helping you to your feet and guiding you into the car to take you to the Cullens.

“Now that’s a solid punch,” Jared chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “You know, puppies need to be trained.” Almost immediately, he received a punch to the stomach from Jacob.

Jacob paced back and forth, reflecting on his behavior. Had he really messed up? Undoubtedly. He had kissed someone else's girlfriend while he already had one of his own. Slapping himself on the cheek, Jacob sank down onto his bed, pulling his knees to his chest. Just then, he heard his father opening the front door and conversing with someone. Straining to listen, he quickly recognized your voice and bolted out of his room, knocking things over in his haste.

The moment he caught sight of you, he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground in a joyful spin. With a health hand, you playfully tapped his shoulder, signaling him to set you down.

“Forgive me! I'm so messed up!” He finally set you down on the floor. “I swear I’ll never do anything like that again. You’re my one and only! I didn’t realize how much you were hurting.” He let go of your head but immediately lifted it again. “Go on, hit me as hard as you can so that I feel the pain!” He spread his arms wide, exposing his chest and waiting for you to strike.

“Oh, no! I’m not going to hit you!” You waved your casted arm in front of him, chuckling.

“I think I'm going to hit him!” Jared's voice echoed who had brought you here, as he approached Jacob, and without a second thought, he shoved his friend outside and landed a solid punch to his gut, sending Jacob flying several meters and crashing through a couple of trees. You stood there in shock, mouth agape, watching Jacob laugh as he dusted himself off, shaking off the dirt and debris.

“Well, now he definitely won’t be bothering you anymore,” Jared winked at you, then took off running as Jacob playfully tried to retaliate with a mock punch. You let out a deep sigh, and suddenly heard a matching weighty sigh beside you. Billy shook his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and invited you to join him for a cup of tea, sensing that the boys would keep up their antics for quite some time.

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avintmich · 10 months ago

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wonton4rang · 3 months ago

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Thinking about fingering with soft!dom Jacob.... 😵‍💫😮‍💨

no because the way I would FOLD omg.

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warnings: +18, fingering, slight orgasm denial, pet names (good girl like once or twice) and I think that's it.

note: I didn't read this after I wrote it so if there are any typos, I'm sorry, I'll fix them later : ' ) pd. hope you enjoy it, little pretty person who requested this <33

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jacob is such a sweetheart, he's kind, thoughtful and such an amazing boyfriend. but when he wanted to make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world he knew the only thing he had to do was to pleasure you a bit.

so the day you got home because you were soooo tired of working and he saw you a bit down, he asked you to lay down for him after you came out of the shower with the sweetest voice ever.

the dim light in the room should've gave you a hint of what was going to happen when he softly placed your head on one of the pillows in the middle, kissed your lips for a moment, making sure to make you a bit breathless before he crawled to be between your legs.

your face was surprised when he finally held your thighs open and got closer to your clothed heat.

"you look so stressed lately, baby. is everything alright at work?" he asked, his gaze fixed on your pussy while his fingers pulled down your underwear, it made you gulp before he stopped his movements and his eyes met yours. "y/n? is everything okay?"

but just before he could remove his hands off your body, you held them in place, nodding with a soft gulp and allowing him to continue.

"it's fine, just a lot of work and new things to pick up on" you explained and jacob had already throw your underwear aside, his warm breath hitting your pussy and one long and harsh lick making you tremble. "god, cobie, are you really going to- oh my"

your words were dismissed when he simply closed his mouth on the bulge of nerves and sucked slightly, enough to make your thighs shake but soft enough to keep you steady with his hand on your lower abdomen.

the only thing you could see right now was his soft and fluffy brown hair while his face got lost in between your legs. you had the impulse to hold a grip of it and so you did, arching your back when he now started to quite literally eat you out.

when he starting sucking your folds, playing your clit with his nose, and pressing his tongue against your gapping hole, all you could do was arch your back; making the grip on his hair stronger and feeling how you started to leak every time more and more.

that's when he gave your clit a last suck and softly kissed your pussy lips before going up your body and kissing you in the mouth.

it was a rough kiss, not like the usual ones jacob uses to give you, he was hungry tonight and the way his tongue brushed against yours almost right away gave you an idea of how hot he was feeling by just eating you out a little bit.

and to be honest, you found that extremely hot.

your hands cupped his face before your hips instinctively raised to hump his growing bulge, but when your boyfriend took a stand on his knees right in the middle of your legs and placed your hips back down, you looked at him with curious eyes.

"cobie?" you called him and he just laughed a little bit, his middle and ring finger going to your mouth while he held your thighs open with the other hand.

"suck them, baby. for me, please"

and so you did, sucking his fingers while making eye contact with him, it was honestly a bit overwhelming because his gaze was overpowering yours right now so you stopped and released his fingers with a small 'pop', your lips being connected to them by a string of saliva that made jacob's mind go to places.

"you're so hot, y/n" was all he could say and you felt his previously sucked wet fingers play with your clit on a fast pace, your face contouring in pleasure and then a sudden moan leaving your lips when he entered both of them at the same time; immediately curling them inside of you. "you take me so well, like the good girl you are, huh? so eager"

you loved when he started with the pet names or the sweet words, it made your mind foggy and you felt a weird rush because how can such a nice and kind guy be fucking you with his fingers and talking so sweetly at the same time.

it didn't make sense.

but you weren't trying to find it a meaning either, the only thing you were trying to find was your composure when his fingers got faster, constantly curling against that bulge of nerves that was driving you crazy; your hands gripping the bedsheets and your moans just getting louder and louder.

he was so good at fingering you, making you feel so full and needy, soaked wet by just a few touches here and there, so ready to take whatever he wanted to give you.

"j-jacob... babe... I'm..." you couldn't even formulate a proper sentence at this point, specially not when he started dragging his fingers in and out, curling them the second he got inside of you and making the feeling a lot better because of the force he got on the in and out motion. "oh my god"

and just then he leaned down to kiss you, his fingers slowing a bit down when he took them out and instead played with your clit, a fast movement that was making your thighs shake. unfortunately you couldn't close them due to his body.

his kiss was dirty and yet soft, his lips moved slow but fast enough to make you loose the pace due to his hand playing tricks on your wet pussy. you were so close the second he started to kiss you with tongue again, god knows, and so does your boyfriend, that you loved to kiss him like this.

that's why he go his fingers inside of you again and stopped kiss you to look you right in the eyes, your lips red because of his kiss and your eyes watering up because of how overwhelmed you felt.

"cobie, I'm going to c-cum" you hastily said and your hands held his back, giving him a few scratches that just made him moan a little bit, causing you to feel even hotter because you loved when he made sounds like that with his sweet voice. "oh god, p-please let me... c-cum"

"you've been so good for me today, y/n, I think you do deserve to cum, um?" he answered and his fingers just curled inside of you faster, the wet sounds of your pussy filling up his ears and making him smirk a bit at you. "you want to cum, baby?" and you just could nod over and over again. "say please and I'll let you"

"p-please, cobie... let m-me... god!" your sentence was interrupted when he switched his fingers again, now toying your clit even faster than before and looking at you expecting, letting you know that he was still waiting for your answer. "let me cum, p-please"

"as you wish, do"

and you felt the heaven's gates opening up when you finally came, shaking a little bit when jacob got his fingers inside of you to help you pass the orgasm and also to collect some of your cum on his fingers, licking them with a pretty smile before kissing your lips one last time.

"that was amazing, love, thank you so much" you started by saying, taking his hand when he held it out for you to take. "I needed that so bad"

"I know my girl, y/n, if you needed something you can just ask me" and there he was again, that softie of a boy you got yourself. "let's get you clean, I made you dinner"

"oh, thanks, I thought I was going to sleep without eating today" he laughed and so did you, entering the bathroom and when he turned his back to go put your dinner on the table you asked: "are you having dinner with me too?"

"no, thanks" but when that grin appeared on his lips you knew what was coming. "I already eat"

and you watched him disappear with a look of disbelief in your face after he "cleaned" the corner of his mouth and laughed out loud his way to the kitchen.

the least you could do for him tonight was return him the favor, right?

#the boyz imagines #the boyz smut #the boyz scenarios #the boyz x reader #the boyz jacob #jacob bae #tbz jacob #Jacob smut #Jacob x reader #The Boyz Jacob smut

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whor3ing · 1 month ago

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𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲 | 𝗝.𝗕

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ LIKE SMOKE , AMY WINEHOUSE & NAS

jacob black! x fem!reader — word count : 2.3k

requested by : @obsessivekniss ꨄ︎ (barking included 😭)

WARNINGS : smut, oral ( male receiving), taking his stress away, trying not to turn, light-hearted ending, dirty talk

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

The garage hummed with the faint buzz of overhead lights, the kind that flickered every so often like they were struggling to stay alive. The floor was sttained with oil and dust, littered with old rags, sockets, and bolts— the bones of whatever project your usually level-headed boyfriend had sunk his hands into now.

Jacob’s shirt was already off, tossed somewhere beside the workbench, forgotten. His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths as he wiped sweat off his brow, forearm dragging across his skin with a low, annoyingly frustrated grunt.

He was crouched beside the old motorbike, one knee braced on the concrete, the other bent, grounding him as he leaned forward, grease-slick hands buried deep in the engine’s guts.

The muscles in his back flexed with each slow movement, a rolling landscape of tension beneath sun-kissed skin, damp with sweat and streaked with smudges of black. A wrench clicked sharply in his grip as he adjusted something inside the bike, exhaling through clenched teeth.

You were sitting on the edge of the counter, pretending to scroll through your phone, pretending not to be watching the way sweat rolled down his chest in thick, slow lines— over his pecs, across the hard plane of his abs, highlighting each individual muscle as if it were the icing on top of perfectly crafted donuts, tracing every dip and ridge like gravity was just as obsessed with him as you were.

He reached over to grab a rag from the bench behind him, dragging it across his palms first, then up his forearms, pausing only to swipe it over his chest— like it’d do anything to fix the heat pulsing off him.

The heat had always clung to Jacob differently. It wasn’t just sweat or flushed skin— it radiated from him. Like something inside was always threatening to tip over.

And today, it felt close. Dangerously fucking close.

He muttered something under his breath when a wrench clattered to the floor. You raised an eyebrow, glancing over the top of your phone. “You good?”

Jacob exhaled slow, blowing out air through his nose as he stood to his full height. Towering. Tense. His dark hair was pulled back, the ends damp with sweat. He looked over at you, jaw flexing as his eyes dragged across your body— not even subtle about it.

“Too fuckin’ hot,” he muttered, running both hands through hi hair now, the muscles in his arms flexing with the movement. “Can’t even think straight.”

Your smile was slow, a little sly. “That’s funny… because you look good enough to melt.”

That earned you a snort, but the tension didn’t leave his shoulders. He didn’t say anything— just stared for a second too long, pupils already a little too dark, breathing a little too shallow.

You hopped down from the counter slowly, the sound of your feet hitting the concrete echoing faintly in the quiet of the garage. “Sit.”

He blinked. “What?”

You tilted your head toward the worn stool near the workbench. “Sit down, Jacob.”

And maybe it was how the heat was getting to him, or maybe it was the twitch of a smirk at the corner of your mouth, but he obeyed without another word— lowering himself onto the nearest wooden stool, legs spread wide, arms resting heavy on his thighs, gaze locked on you like he already knew what was coming.

You knelt between his legs slowly, deliberately, placing your hands on his knees first, the heat of him nearly burning under your palms.

His voice was low. “You sure you wanna—”

You reached for his belt before he could finish, popping it open in one quick motion that made him suck in a sharp breath.

“Let me take care of you,” you said softly, almost sweetly, even as your fingers moved to undo the button and zipper of his jeans.

And Jacob— always so in control, always playing protector, the strong one— let his head fall back just slightly, letting out a low groan through clenched teeth as you tugged his waistband down just enough.

You didn’t rush.

Your hand wrapped around his thick, half-hard cock with a touch that was light but sure, the weight of him heavy in your palm. His skin was hot, flushed dark red, like the rest of him was barely holding back. You leaned in, licking a slow stripe from the base up to the tip, not breaking eye contact as your mouth closed over the head.

“Shit,” he hissed, hands gripping the edge of the stool like he didn’t trust them not to snap something.

You bobbed your head slow at first, taking him deeper each time, your tongue pressed flat underneath, eyes fluttering every time he twitched in your mouth. The taste of him was thick and warm, a little salty from sweat, and every little groan that escaped him just spurred you on more.

Jacob’s breath was coming in harsh, ragged pulls now.

“Too fuckin’ hot,” he panted, a little desperate. “You’re gonna make me—fuck—turn.”

You just hummed around him in response, watching the way his abs jumped at the vibration, the way sweat slid down the cut of his waist in a slow line disappearing under his jeans.

His hand finally came to your hair, not forcing, just holding, grounding. His other hand gripped the stool so tight you swore you heard it creak.

“Slow down—fuck, you gotta slow—baby, please—”

But you didn’t. You moaned low around him, hand stroking what you couldn’t fit, pace quickening, tongue swirling as you watched his eyes squeeze shut, chest rising like he was battling something inside.

You moaned low around him, hand stroking what you couldn’t fit, pace quickening, tongue swirling as you watched his eyes squeeze shut, chest rising like he was battling something inside.

You could feel it— him—trembling just under the skin. Tension coiling hot and tight in his thighs, the kind of pressure that didn't just signal release — it signaled something else. Something dangerous. The heat that radiated off him flared like a warning, and his breathing turned sharp, ragged, almost feral.

A whine slipped from his throat — deep, strangled — and his hand in your hair twitched, not to pull, but to anchor. To hold on. His back arched just slightly, muscles twitching under skin that looked like it was trying not to tear apart.

“F-fuck,” he gasped, voice pitched higher than usual, wild with restraint. “I’m—shit, I’m not gonna—”

You pulled off just enough to whisper, breath hot against the head of his cock, “Then don’t.”

His hips jerked. That sound ripped out of his chest again— not just a moan, but a low, guttural whine that scraped against something animal in him.

His eyes snapped shut tight, and you saw it hit him all at once.

He came with a groan, head thrown back, his body convulsing as if it were too much— you were too much. His cock pulsed on your tongue, thick and hot, and you sucked him through it, taking everything he gave until he was trembling under your mouth, caught in the middle of ecstasy and war.

Because he was fighting it.

Hard.

You could see it— how his chest heaved too fast, how his hands curled like claws but didn’t shift, how his legs shook like they were bracing for something much bigger than orgasm. His teeth gritted behind parted lips, and for one terrifying, thrilling second, his entire body shuddered with heat.

Then it passed— just barely.

He staggered his body back from you like he didn’t trust himself to be still, his cock wet and covered in your spit, still upright as he breathed heavily. Jaw clenched. Knuckles white. Sweat pouring down his body like he’d just run through a forest at full speed.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, hoarse and wrecked, one hand braced on thigh like he needed it to stay human. “You’re gonna make me fuckin’ phase in the middle of a blowjob.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at him. “You didn’t.”

Jacob’s head dropped forward, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his temples.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna be the reason I accidentally blow the roof off this fuckin’ place.”

You smirked, licking your lips slowly as you stood, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap so fast you gasped, his mouth pressed to your collarbone now, voice a growl against your skin.

“Oh, you haven’t seen nothin' yet.”

His jeans were already halfway down his thighs when he stood up from the stool, shoved just far enough to let his cock spring free— thick, flushed, and still fucking leaking. He didn’t waste a second as he grabbed you, propping you up and leaning you over the workbench, right on top of the shirt he had thrown there earlier.

One hand gripped your hip as he tore off your clothes, needy and desperate, the other guiding himself, the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds, smearing you open, groaning at how soaked you already were.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he hissed, voice rough and breathless. “This pussy’s starving, isn’t it?”

You barely managed a nod before he slammed into you, one hard, deep thrust that had your back arching off the bench, a strangled cry ripping from your throat.

He didn’t stop.

There was no pretense, no gentleness now— just the raw, desperate slap of his hips against yours, the sharp clatter of tools on the bench with every thrust, and Jacob’s filthy voice right in your ear. Your hands reaching up behind you to reach onto his neck, your fingertips skimming through his sweat-soaked hair.

“You like it like this? Huh? Legs spread on my fucking workbench, takin’ my cock like you were made for it?”

You gasped, clawing at his shoulders, at his neck, his body, as your own body bounced with every rough stroke against his.

“Say it,” he growled, biting lightly at your jaw. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Y-Yours,” you whimpered. “Yours, Jacob, always—”

“That’s right,” he snarled, fucking you harder, deeper, like the claim wasn’t enough until he carved it into your soul. “Gonna fuck you so full, you’ll be dripping for days. I don’t care if it’s messy, I want it messy. Want everyone to know I ruined you.”

“Need to fuck you—s' fuckin' good,” he panted, one hand sliding up to wrap gently around your throat, not squeezing— just holding, possessive and grounding. “Can’t even talk, can you, baby?”

You trembled beneath him, everything tightening, pleasure winding up sharp and bright and explosive.

“I can feel it,” he growled. “Feel that pretty pussy gripping me. Gonna cum? Gonna let me fill you up?”

You nodded, tears brimming, moaning his name again and again like it was the only word you knew.

And when you broke— body spasming, cunt fluttering wildly around him— he followed, again with a guttural groan, cock pulsing deep as he spilled inside you, hips jerking, burying every last drop.

For a moment, the world held still. Just sweat-slicked skin, the thundering of his heart under your palm, your breath syncing up with his in staggered and drawn-out exhales.

Then—a sudden scritch shattered the silence.

You barely had time to react before something darted past the window outside—quick and twitchy, claws skittering across the driveway.

A squirrel.

It zipped along the edge of the concrete and froze like it had something to prove, tiny paws clenched, tail flicking as it chattered angrily toward the two of you, as if you had disturbed its afternoon collecting acorns.

Jacob’s entire body locked beneath you. His eyes sharpened. His jaw clenched. For a split second, he wasn’t a man anymore—he was something else entirely. Nostrils flaring, back rigid, his muscles coiled like a spring, and you could feel it: the heat surging back under his skin, the primal thrum building in his chest like a warning growl not yet voiced.

“Oh, no—hey, hey,” you murmured, hand on his chest, feeling it tremble slightly. “Babe. It’s a squirrel.”

Jacob blinked once. Then again.

The tension bled out of him slowly, his jaw loosening, and finally he let out a breath—half a groan, half a laugh—as he dropped his head back against the workbench wall behind him.

“A fucking squirrel,” he muttered, dragging his hand down his face. “Thought it was, I don’t know… a bear. Or fuckin' Paul.”

You snorted, still perched on him, hair a mess and your thighs shaking. “Paul doesn’t chatter like that.”

Jacob reached up and brushed a piece of sweat-damp hair from your cheek, his eyes softening. “You okay?” His voice had dropped again, low and gentle, so different from the snarl it had been just minutes ago. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, biting your lip through a smile. “No. I’m… yeah. I’m so good.”

He let out another breathy laugh, leaning up to kiss your shoulder, then your collarbone, then your jaw, like he couldn’t stop. His arms wrapped around you protectively, holding you there on his lap, like the idea of letting go too soon felt wrong. Or dangerous.

“Sorry I almost transformed mid-orgasm,” he joked against your skin, still catching his breath. “That’s a new level of feral.”

You giggled, tucking your face into his neck. “You held it back. Barely. I nearly saw the claws.”

“Shut up.” He grinned, groaning softly as he shifted under you. “That squirrel had it coming, though. You saw the way it looked at me.”

Jacob’s laugh was full and warm now, echoing through the garage. He hugged you tighter, his nose brushing against your temple.

And even though you were still tangled and breathless, sore and shaky, you leaned into him like you never wanted to move.

Because with Jacob, even post-orgasm, post-squirrel-incident… you still felt completely, unshakably his.

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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n0t-evenhere · 6 months ago

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Here is that Jacob Alden fix that’s just been marinating in my brain space. I couldn’t quite figure out how I wanted it to end so if the ending is wonky…forgive me. Other than that enjoy this little thing I promised you. (Even though I didnt receive any hip surgery memes 😔) a sucky drawing at the end too.

My heart

Warning: creepy stuff, bones go crunch, flesh gets torn, obsessive behavior, and terrible sleep.

The mattress was perfect, warm, so good your body couldn’t move nor did it want to. Well, your body felt heavy, was the better term, you thought. Soft thudding made your eyes open, the space between wakefulness and sleep shifted to complete awareness. Your eyes wander to the corner of your room. A silhouette. Light that peaked through the crack from the window curtain reflected off the silhouettes glasses. After the short moment of your eyes adjusting to the darkness, there was familiarity in the person. An unsettling familiarity that makes you feel increasingly uneasy. “Jacob?” You whispered quietly, almost afraid that with the broken silence he’d pounce. The shadow smiled, a grin wide that showed all teeth. “Yes?” He replied softly.

That made your mind fill up with questions but even with effort you couldn’t verbalize, they just mingled on the tip of your tongue . “I hope you don’t mind.” His slow southern voice remained soft as he stood to you. “I just…needed to feel it.” Your body still remains immobile, the heart in your chest picks up speed as Jacob waltzes over to the left side of the bed. “I can hear it from here.” Climbing onto the bed, her crawling over to you, straddling you. Even with his weight on you, you couldn't feel it. Sat there before leaning down face to face with his hands resting beside your head. “Yes…” He sighed, face flushed, he sat back up his hand moving to push back his hair while the other covered his mouth for a moment before he moved it and licked his lips. “It’s so beautiful. Just for me.” Jacob’s hand came to rest on your chest, just between the valley of your breast. “There it is. Beatin’. Just fer me. Ya know….this belongs to me right.” His eyes lock on to yours, excitement practically spilling out of them. “I can prove it. No one can reach your heart like I can.”

Pressure began to radiate heat on the flesh where his palm touched. Pressure quickly turned to pain. Throwing your body out of its immobilized state. You flailed and thrashed, trying to push him off. He seemed unaffected and determined to continue. A new sound filled the space, the sound of flesh ripping that quickly turned into the sound of bones cracking and breaking as Jacob’s hand sank further. You scream but everything goes dead quiet except for the sound of ringing that wouldn’t stop. His hand sank deeper, your body reacting, body feeling as if it were engulfed in flames. He continued until you felt it…he felt it. He held your heart in his hand. Jacob gave it a squeeze rendering you numb again. All your limbs are lying still on the bed. He leaned down. “See, it beats just fer me. You don’t know it yet but, you are mine. Always will be.”

Your body jolts up, your skin drenched in sweat along with the sheets. It took you a few moments to recover from the absolute horrid dream you just had. You’ve heard people talk about fantasy dreams but this? Whatever it was you just dreamed felt like you just lived someone else’s fantasy. That or it felt like a warning of some sort. You’ve always been a vivid dreamer, never forget your dreams. After coming to a more calm state of mind you had an answer for your problem. A shower, a shower would fix this. Definitely needed it anyway.

Moving her wasn’t a bad choice. A nice house for one, a park, nice neighbors. The only things you weren’t too sure about were one, the mail man named Austin. He acted more like a frat boy Chad then an Austin. He probably just peaked in highschool and now he thinks he’s still some prize. The second thing was now your neighbor to your left. Jacob. He was kind, often giving you your misplaced mail and other things like cookies. Nice and a little awkward. A complete contrast to that horrific dream you had. Confliction was what you felt, Jacob was nice so it was just odd. With a sigh it was shower time but you wanted to check your phone first. 6:48. The time where even if you showered or not you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep knowing it’s so close to morning time. Too early to wake up, too late to sleep. That shower would help with the crankiness too.

The warm water cascaded down you head, back and to your shower floor. Hair becomes heavy with water. The shower took a good twenty minutes. A new hair care routine that you are still trying to get a hold on. Shaving and all that. After the hot shower and motioning to prevent dry skin you tried to read a book in your decently sized living room. That lasted five minutes. Tv? Ten minutes, drawing? Not even three. Restless sleep is bad enough but restless wakefulness is a whole other level of frustration. Looking at your phone reads 7:26 am. A moment of consideration brought you to the decision to do something new. Go for a morning jog. Throwing on some comfy clothing and tossing your hair up, you just went for it. The park nearby was enticing enough.

Making it to the door and opening it you yelp. Jacob stood there wide eyed, face dusted with deep red, his body tense. “Oh, my lanta.” You said as you held your hand over your beating heart. “I’m uh, I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean nothin’. No harm. I just was up early and made food. Made extra and thought you might want some.” She paused, “not that I knew you were up or anything like that. I just was gonna leave it here but then you just kinda…you know…showed up.” Jacob held the small dish to you. You couldn’t see what was inside but you took it anyway. “Oh, thank you Jacob. Very sweet of you.” He smiled warmly. “No problem, I just you know, did my thing that I do.” You look at him not quite sure what that meant by that. He seems embarrassed again, as if he just gave something away that he wasn’t supposed to. Like some kind of secret. “Ah, well. Anyway, I’ll see ya around. Enjoy breakfast. If you need me you know where to find me.” Jacob quickly retreated back to his home. Breakfast seemed like a better start to your day. Jacob made any doubts and questions you had disappeared . It was just a dream anyway. It’s not like he was some psychopath who was obsessed with you….

#jacob alden #lurking for love #lurking for love jacob #visual novel #visual novel horror #jacob x reader #jacob alden x reader #jacob alden fanart #lurking for love Austin #I don’t like Austin

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bluetimeombre · 1 year ago

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.ೃ࿐ ., .ೃ࿐ *,? .ೃ࿐ **. .

✎better in dark mode

✎uploads whatever, whenever

✎try to do as much as possible

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

✧˚ · . 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞, in which Logan fears the worst for you and can’t protect you forever

✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐨L 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢e, in which you are the ladypool to his wolverine, part two

✧˚ · .𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮, he's not your Logan, but you want him to be [angst and smut]

✧˚ · .𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮, You, Logan, Laura and Charles have to pretend to be a family with the nice people but Logan can’t help thinking what could have been

✧˚ · .Notice, Sometimes, even the big bad wolf needs his calm, in his case, it's you

✧˚ · .ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ?, you go on a date and you know old man Logan is gonna hate it [smut]

✧˚ · . I could’ve lost you, after a particularly harrowing mission, Logan can’t let you go

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✧˚ 'Are you Hugh down under?' in which fans are obsessed with how you and Hugh flirt with each other at every chance you get, part two

✧˚ You, Oscar and Hugh you and Hugh are the stars of the biggest movie of the summer, and the pair of you are all that is talked about on Hollywood's biggest night

✧˚ NFWMB, you are Hugh's young and controversial co-star

✧˚ Nothing fucks with my baby , you are Hugh's young and controversial co-star [smut]

✧˚ You and Hugh are WIRED, Hugh and you take part of the WIRED autocomplete interview

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✧˚ And I wouldn't marry me, either. ✧.* part one. part two.

You're Azriel's mate, but it took losing you three times for him to realise.

✧˚ Learning to fly, starting to crawl

You lost your wings, Azriel is teaching Feyre to fly and it hurts you more than you'd think

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✧˚ Losing my religion

Abbey knew that for the murderer of her father to feel even an ounce of how she felt, she needed to aim higher than just him. (Angst)

✧˚ Mess of a man

Joel didn’t know why he’d let his little brother convince him a night at the bar was what he needed. But he might need to listen to him more. Smut!

✧˚ · . Strawberries

There are some things Joel misses after the end of times, he didn’t think something as sweet as strawberries would be one, part two

✧˚ · . Stacey’s (Ellie’s mom)

‘dude your mom is hot' was a sentence Ellie got used to hearing between her friends.

✧˚ · . It’s just a cigarette

Your dad wasn't around so Joel had to step up and be the man. When he catches you with a cigarette between your lips, it was only right he should punish you, right?

✧˚ · If you need my love

You were growing up in a house with little love, but luckily Joel Miller was living across the road and he was always there to pick up the pieces.

✧ · A friend of the families

You and Ellie became close when she moved to Jackson. You and Joel got even closer

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Call it what you want to (ft Tom Blyth). ₊˚ෆ. part one. part two. part three. part four. part five

✧˚ Wanting you under the Italian sun.

You and Timmy have most been working hard. For the summer, they decide an Italian getaway.

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✧˚ baby blue, you and Bucky are finally ready for the rest of your lives, you just never thought it wouldn’t work out.

✧˚ Do I look good, Mr Congressman, There were many perks to Bucky's new position, many you thoroughly enjoyed. [smut]

✧˚ Getting along, You and Bucky are dating, when Bucky adopts a cat of a mission the cat and you can’t seem to get along until you do.

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✧˚ She's like a shot of espresso

(J.E) You work in a coffee shop and suddenly Jacob is a coffee enthusiast

✧˚ Daisy, oh my Daisy

(W.W) you have been helping Wonka all this time, but can you stick together until the end

✧˚ Cowboy like me.

(T.B) Your band has a new single out and a certain actor stars in the music video. Sparks fly just as high as rumours.

✧˚ Bye Sebastian!

(Marvel cast) You had stared in the most of the movies of all. The cast love you, maybe some men love you more than others

✧˚ The Paul Mescal school of yearning

(P.P) You and Pedro had stared in the Last of Us together, and now he cannot stop talking about you at any chance given, very much similar to another friend of his…

✧˚ Falling out of love.

(T.B) Fans think that you and tom are falling out of love after filming for ballad of songbirds and snakes and you don't post about each other much, so you show them that it's far from the truth.

✧˚ T hird times the charm.

(T.B) Tom and you met over zoom whilst auditioning for your roles in the ballad of songbirds and snakes. Instant attraction and the chemistry was off the charts, everyone could see it, even you two fools. In every interview you did, as co-stars, as best friends and finally, as a couple…

✧˚ · . I've been knowing you

(P.P) You want everything with Pedro, but when faced with it, he laughs off the idea

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kimsohn · 2 years ago

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where the boyz would let you tie a coquette bow 🎀

🎀 sangyeon... definitely his bicep. and he'd flex his bicep and it would break like this video bc he's crazy like that

🎀 jacob... hear me out. his hair. like this video kinda. he'd see it as u dolling him up or smth like that and his fluffy hair is the perfect place for some cute bows

🎀 younghoon... around his hand like this. nice and simple. you tell him he can take it off but he keeps it on cause it's cute. stares down at it while he drives and it reminds him of you 💘

🎀 hyunjae... i might be called crazy for this but i have a vision okay. covering his mouth like this. he prob saw that video and wanted to try it out 😭 he'd try not to laugh and talk but he secretly loves it.

🎀 juyeon... just a big ribbon around his hands and waist like this video. i feel like he wouldn't even understand the trend but he'd stand there all goofy-smiled bc he loves you

🎀 kevin... around his neck like a bow tie (this). he'd wear it out proudly too i think he ends up liking the trend more than you do

🎀 chanhee... he tells you to put it on his middle finger and you don't understand why until he pulls out this 😞

🎀 changmin... ON HIS GLASSES LIKE THIS. this video is so changmin coded too he'd be leaning into you and laughing like it's funny for him

🎀 haknyeon... also on his head but like. circling it. like this. idk his head shape combined with the fact that he is 🍊 personified would make a bow around his head look so cute. he'd feel cute too.

🎀 sunwoo... ok first of all this man would come to YOU to do the trend. also he'd let you tie him up fully i am not even joking like this video!!

🎀 eric... this man is cheesy so he'd ask you to tie it on his ring finger. and you'd be like ?? and he'd say it's a placeholder for a future ring or smth corny 😭 i don't have video evidence but just trust me

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hehe-69 · 4 months ago

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THE TIME HATH COME

Bonfire part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Reader comforts and helps Jacob recover from his injuries, but some wounds go down to the heart. And something in your relationship with Jacob Black shifts…

Warnings: FLUFF, lil ANGST if you squint, HURT/COMFORT! DADDY CARLISLE

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The house is warm and welcoming as you cross the threshold. Jacob Black’s home had always been this way, it’s as if the very soul of the Black family had somehow managed to seep its way into the very woodwork.

But the warmth does little to ease the tension that weaves throughout your body, and weighs you down. There is so much you want to say, and you have no idea how to even begin expressing it. And your throat burns once more as you swallow down your nerves and steel yourself. You would be there for Jacob, as you had always been. Even if he wanted to just sit in silence you would sit with him till he was ready, by his side, waiting patiently as you always had. And if he just wanted space, if he wanted to just be alone, you would wait outside his door for hours more till he wanted to see you. Whatever he needed you would give to him, now that you knew he’d be okay.

Words couldn’t even begin to describe how grateful you were that he survived. Bella had told you about the training the Cullens and the Wolfpack had gone through for the Newborn battle. She mentioned why it was so dangerous for Jacob and the pack, that newborns could crush their bones and make their lungs collapse. You remember dread filling your entire body at her words. You were so worried for not only Jacob, but Embry, Quill, Paul, Jared, hell you were even worried about Sam. Your world almost ended when Bella called you, frantic and shaken, telling you that Jacob was hurt in the fight.

And to think, someday, Bella Swan will think that this is just some small thing that happened.

But the world ended for a moment when it happened to you.

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You walk softly towards Jacob’s room, and you open the door slowly. Tentativeness fills your actions and wears down into your bones with fatigue and heartache. Your limbs feel heavy and white hot as you will them to move. And you slip past the door keeping your eyes on your shoes. Moving and carefully as you can, you finally close the door and turn to face Jacob’s bedroom.

It probably took you five minutes just to open and close the stupid door. But you didn’t want to risk the chance that peace had been brought to Jacob in the form of sleep. And your movements would stir him to wakefulness, and Jacob’s pain would continue to plague him.

“The door isn’t going to fall off its hinges (Y/N).” Jacob’s voice is quite and barley audible. But it’s still startles you as it reaches you.

“I thought that maybe you had fallen asleep.” You say shyly, suddenly feeling ridiculous for your carful movements. Your body is hot as embarrassment floods through your nervous system.

“I’m just teasing you.” Jacob says softly, there’s this warmth that fills the timber of his voice and makes your heart flutter. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed.” You huff out in defense. As you shuffle your feet around, before walking across the room to grab the chair that sits in-front of Jacob’s desk in the left corner of his room.

“You’re a horrible lier.” Jacob notes, he’s all too amused by how flustered you are in this moment. But your presence makes the ache in Jacob’s chest lessen. And a small weak laugh escapes his lips as a small smile spreads across his mouth.

You don’t reply to his comment, instead you take a moment to admire the boy before you. How can someone in so much pain, both emotionally and physically, smile so warmly at you. You feel your eyes soften as you sit down and lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees. And you just sit there and admire how beautiful Jacob looks in the soft glow of his lamp light. He looks far too hurt and aged by pain for someone on the edge of 17.

“I look like shit don’t I?” Jacob sounds as if he hates how vulnerable he is right now. Like he hates that you have to see him like this. Broken and twisted by angry, desperation and self-hate. A hate that was born after he first phased, and has only gotten worse since.

“I wasn’t thinking that.” You softly reassure him, sincerity laces through your voice and you shake your head as you speak. “I was…” nerves fill you as you begin your confession. “I was only admiring you.” You swallow, and for the first time in months, you look Jacob Black in the eyes.

You wanted him to know you meant those words. Jacob wasn’t some monster, and he wasn’t twisted or broken. He was soft and sweet, and loving. He felt things so deeply that it was both a blessing and a curse. The word would be a better place if more people had a heart like Jacob Black.

When your gaze meets his eyes, your breath burns out from within your lungs as you drown in the warm brown eyes of Jacob Black.

Through his eyes, you see how deeply sadden Jacob was, you saw how weighted down he was by responsibility and duty. How hard he fought to protect those he loved, but most of all. You saw Jacob for all that he is, for the sweet, kindhearted boy his father raised, to the fearless and strong Quileute warrior he is. You saw Jacob at his lowest, most bare moments, broken down and tired, but still so loving and warm. Like the sun that shines down on you after a storm.

And something in the air shifted between you and Jacob Black. You begin to see yourself, through his own eyes. You feel what he feels when he looks at you, how you ground him, make him feel like he’s not something that needs to be fixed. You feel how the world begins to make a little bit more sense with you in his life.

Moments between you and him flash through your mind. A time when you wrapped your arms around him as he bent down and burrowed his head into the junction of your neck and shoulder. And you feel what he felt in that moment, you feel how much it hurt him that Bella ignored his plead for her to stay and left him behind instead.

You feel how grateful he was to have you with him in that moment. And you feel how much it meant to him that you got out from your vehicle just to comfort him.

That day, you and Jacob had been walking on the beach when you saw Bella jump. You remember how horrified you were that she was dead. And now you know how deeply that moment haunted Jacob, you know how thankful he was to have you there with him.

How thankful he was that you helped him pull Bella from the cold water, and performed CPR on her as he ran to get a blanket you kept in your trunk. You learn that Jacob was deeply touched that you asked him if he was okay after you knew Bella was going to live.

More and more memories flood through you, and are overwhelmed by the shear weight of emotions that flow through you. Some of them were simple times of you and him just being together in his little makeshift mechanic shop, laughing and listening to music.

A time you and him were messing around in the rain, you watch yourself through Jacob’s eyes as you spin around and jump in puddles. And you feel his eyes crinkle as he grins at you from his spot in the makeshift shop. You hear his laughter as you watch yourself pull him out into the rain and make him dance with you.

The day you found of vampires and werewolves existed flashes by and you feel Jacob’s heart racing in fear as you and Bella sprint towards him. You feel how once he looks at you he starts running harder and faster. You feel how hard Jacob fought Paul and how he kept thinking of what might’ve happen to you if he wasn’t there.

And you feel Jacob’s heart hammering in his ribs when he lent down to whisper in your ear. You see just how out of it you really were that day, and how Jacob was scared you’d be tariffed of him after he shifted to protect you and Bella.

The last one you see is the day of your father’s funeral. Jacob had been the one person who stayed with you even after everyone else had left. He and you were about 10 years old, and he had a stupid Hawaiian shirt on with red flowers. It’s weird, whenever you looked back at that memory you could’ve sworn they were blue.

You remember wishing that he would go home so he wouldn’t see you cry, but also praying he would stay because Jacob made everything easier.

You felt how desperately Jacob wished he could take your pain away that day, how he wanted you to smile or look him the eyes at least once. Billy had told him that you were the one who found your father on the floor.

Jacob had asked his dad what he could do to help take that kind of pain away. And his father told him that when something like this happens to someone you love, all you can do is be there for them. And that’s why Jacob had stayed for so long, it wasn’t out of obligation, or a sense of duty. It was because Jacob Black loved you.

You realized somewhere in the back of your mind, that Jacob was also experiencing the same things you were, but through your own eyes and feelings. Jacob Black gets to finally see himself the way you seem him. Kind, and loving, sweet and protective, and so much more. Things you never knew how to voice to Jacob become known to him as you felt them.

It was mind blowing, as if gravity wasn’t holding your bodies to the earth, but each other. Things you already felt for one another magnified by a thousand.

It’s like everything you are to each other is being imprinted into your very soul.

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Suddenly your back in the small room, sitting on Jacob’s chair and staring at him. You don’t know what happened, you’re so confused your head hurts and your ears are ringing. But you the sight of Jacob’s eyes well up with tears snaps you into focus.

A look of what you can only describe as love and devotion washes over his face, replacing the one of complete and utter shock.

“Jacob?” You ask softly and stand to kneel next to his bed. “Jacob wha-“Thank God it’s you.” Jacob all but chokes out the words, and he looks impossibly younger. He looks like he did before any of these impossible things happened to him. And Jacob starts to cry with relief that laces through his voice and a wet smile forms on his face.

“Jacob, what do you mean?” You rush the words out, “why are you crying?” You ask at you reach out to wipe away his tears, but his hand catches your own and he holds it close to his heart and smiles bright and big.

“I’m just relieved is all.” Jacob laughs breathlessly. “I was so worried that it’d be some stranger I’d make eye contact with.” And his voice cracks, “But it’s you. And I don’t have to worry about not being able to be there for you when you need me anymore.” Jacob sounds so relieved and full of emotion. And begin to feel this pull towards Jacob, a pull you have always felt, but it’s strong and sharp and clear instead of a dull ache. It’s like and invisible string is tugging and tethering you to Jacob Black

“You look so tired.” Jacob says sadly, his voice soft. And his hand leaves yours to wipe away a tear you didn’t realize was falling from your right eye. And you laugh wetly at that as hours of waiting and worrying come crashing down on you.

“I’m just so happy you’re alive.” You sob out and rest your forehead on Jacob’s, his left hand rubs up and down your right shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” Jacob says sincerely and tenderly, as he closes his eyes and breaths you in.

“I don’t think I’ll ever not worry about you.” You admit breathlessly, tears falling down slowly and you swallow deep to hold some of them back. You open your eyes and look at Jacob who slowly opens his own and blinks up at you. And admiration floods his eyes as he looks at you. His left hand moves to stroke his thumb against your right cheek, and slowly it moves to run across your bottom lip. And you suck in a breath as his eyes follow his thumb, Jacob’s eyes dilate and slowly you pull away.

Your whole body is impossibly hot as you clear your throat. “I um,” you look away from Jacob’s face. “I’ll go get a wet washcloth to put on your forehead.” You whisper out and you back way hesitantly. You will yourself to stand up awkwardly as you rock on your feet. Shifting your eyes from Jacob’s smug face to your shoes and back.

“You know I’m just going to dry it off.” Jacob says slyly, “I am pretty hot.” And he grins as you tense up, and flush. If he were so injured you might’ve considered throttling him.

“You’re an asshole.” You laugh softly. “I’m getting one anyways,” you turn and walk towards the door. “I’ll be right back. I promise.” You add in earnest.

“Not going to take the chance to run away from me.” Jacob jokes softly, shifting in his bed to try and get comfort. He winces as he accidentally stretched his right side too much.

“I would never do that.” You confess. “I’m afraid your stuck with me for life.” You tease as a playful smile comes across your face. You open up the door to head out to the kitchen.

“I’d take lifetimes with you.” Jacob says it just loudly enough for you to hear. And your body freezes with your left foot out the door, and you look back at him with wide eyes. The look on Jacob’s face is so full of tenderness and striate forwardness it makes your heart throb. And you smile fondly at him, and you feel your eyes soften with admiration.

“Yeah, me too.” You breathe and slip out the door. You lean your head against as you push it close and you shut your eyes. Breathing deeply as you feel hot and overwhelmed by everything that’s happened tonight.

“No funny business.” You jump at least 5 feet off the ground and whip your head to the right to see Billy Black level you with a stern but playful stare. “I mean it kid. I’m too young for grandpups.”

You stare at him in confusion, how would that even work? Grandpups? And suddenly it hits you. “WHAT NO WAY!” You hiss out and Billy throws his head back and laughs at you, as he wheels away. “Come tuck me in kid!” He yells as he rolls towards his bedroom.

“YOU CAN DO IT YOURSELF!” You exclaim knowing full well he’s just teasing you.

(I said grand pups and did the how would that even work so it could work for both male and female presenting readers)

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True to your word you return washcloth in hand, after folding it up and laying it across Jacob’s forehead you sit back down in the chair you moved to the side of his bed. You scoot it closer to the bed and your eyes flicker over Jacob’s face.

“It’s cold.” Jacob murmured out, his eyes stay closed as he’s in a state between wakefulness and sleep. You laugh tenderly at him.

“Yeah that’s kind of the point Jake.” You smile at the way he scrunches up his face. “Don’t have to be sassy about it.” Jacob’s voice is still sleepy and you just barely understand him. You laugh at the mock grumpiness in his voice. Shaking your head you lean forward and rest your elbows on your knees once more, watching Jacob rest.

“Did my dad ask you to take care of me?” Jacob questions after a minutes of silence. You huff at the question.

“No, I offered to help take care of you.” You say simply and grab the edge of Jacob’s blanket to mess with.

“It’s rotten work.” Jacob grumbles out, once again he has a self deprecating tone to his voice. And you hate that he feels that way.

“Not to me,” you whisper out, soft and quiet, full of honesty. “Not if it’s you.” Your the corners of you lips pull into a grin as you watch Jacob’s cheeks flush at your words. He has nothing to say to that, but a small smile is on his face now as he rests. And you feel a swell of pride at both earning a smile for Jacob Black and getting him to blush. And you bite back a smug smirk and keep playing with the end of his blanket.

“Carlisle will be back soon to set up the morphine drip.” As you remind him you lean forward to adjust the blanket at Jacob’s waist. “Are you feeling any pain.” You pray that he’ll tell you no.

“Only when I move around too much.” You let out a breath at his confession. “Quite worrying so much, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” Jacob’s once playful tone turns genuine, he cracks his eyes open and looks you into yours. And affectionate smile cracks open on your face as you meet his gaze, Jacob begins to smile shyly at the sight.

“We’re going to talk about whatever the hell that was earlier.” You tone is stern as you sit up and cross your arms. “But we don’t have to do it till you’re ready.” You add softly after seeing Jacob tense up.

Jacob smiles apologetically. “Thank you.” He says softly and drifts into sleep. Sitting in your chair you watch as Jacob’s face relaxes and his head rolls to the side. He looks peaceful. You sit there till you hear a nock on the door. You get up to see who it is.

“How are you holding up (Y/N)?” Carlisle questions once he sees you, and it’s filled with genuine concern, he actually cares about your answer. “I’m doing better.” You say shyly, and it’s true. “Thank you for taking care of him.” Carlisle smiles at you as you thank him.

“I’m just doing my job.” That’s something you like about Carlisle, his very humble and soft spoken.“Maybe,” you begin, “but you’re going the extra mile to make sure he’s comfortable. Not a lot of people would do that.” As you’re talking you moving out of his was to let him do his magic.

“I appreciate you telling me that (Y/N).” Carlisle says fondly and starts setting the drip up. And just as you begin to leave the room, Carlisle speaks up.

“Bella stopped by your house and got a bag together for you.” Your heart warms as he tells you this. “She said she packed as many changes of clothes she could fit, and everything you’d need to spend a couple of nights here.” Carlisle stop what he’s doing to look you in the eyes. “She told me that you weren’t going to be leaving his side till he got better…I don’t know a whole lot about you. But I’ve been around long enough to know when someone is genuinely a good person.” He smiles softly. “You’re definitely one of the few that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”

You look away from Carlisle and shuffle awkwardly. You’re not exactly great with compliments and receiving one from thee Carlisle Cullen is a lot to take in. “Thank you, I um,” you laugh, “I don’t really know what to say to that.”

Daddy Cullen I mean Carlisle laughs softly at you and continued his work. “Good people never do.” He shakes his head as he speaks. “I put the bag on the table in the kitchen for you.”

“Thanks again.” You say quickly and head out of the room. You have no idea why you had to make things awkward but in your defense Carlisle is as majestic as an elk. Being in his presence is a lot to handle.

“Don’t you have a wife?” Jacob manages to hiss at Carlisle after you’ve left the room. The vampire laughs at his comment.

“I promise you Jacob,” the smile on Carlisle’s face is one of genuine amusement as he speaks. “I’m not trying to ‘make a move’ on your imprint.”

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BOOOOOOM MUHAHAHAHA

Mike drop

I did it. I finished the part sooner than I thought I would. I started this fic with this whole scene in mind. So I hope you liked it, there will be more parts to this story. I’m going to go as far as breaking dawn but i haven’t decided if I want rotisserie to exist in this universe.

In my opinion the Jacob imprinting on her was NOT necessary, and was just plain cruel to his character so that’s not gonna happen for sure. No drama with double imprinting will happen.

Anyways I hope you liked it, sorry if it was ass I tried my best. Almost cried when I wrote this out but I’m also heavily sleep deprived to it may just be me.

Thanks for reading!!!

Part 5

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juyeonszn · 2 years ago

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JE NE SAIS QUOI

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 7.33k

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒itty bitty angst

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, strangers to ?? to lovers, volleyball team captain!jacob (ohhhh ive been waiting for this one..), lots of 97 liner cameos, jacob is an honorary tbz frat member but isn’t actually a member lol, reader is down bad for him, mentions of alcohol, volleyball terms that i learned from haikyuu 😭, an annoying ex girlfriend, AURKAY here we go: bathroom sex, wall sex, bathroom sink counter sex, and mirror sex all in one, doggy style and also missionary? i guess?, NO FOREPLAY BUT FUCK IT WE FALL LIKE SOLDIERS FOR REAL, marking-ish, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, and everyone’s favorite! creampie!, a cutesy ending

SUMMARY jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. so stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. however, after meeting you at one of the tbz parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

MORE HELLAURRRR ok i know this is 45 mins overdue but i barely finished this last night and i worked at 5 am this morning so 😭 ANYWAYYY this fic is actually my favorite so far… idk i just have this natural writing affinity when it comes to jacob which u can tell by the length…. if u enjoyed pls reblog! and don’t forget to check out the other fics in the series!

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr

TAGLIST @millksea

SERIES MASTERLIST

“And there’s another point for the IST U Bears. Wow these boys are on fire tonight.”

The announcer’s voice booms throughout the gymnasium, intertwining with the cheers of the crowd. They all sound like the buzzing of a bee in Jacob’s ears, but that’s a good thing. It pricks at his skin, lighting it on fire and getting his morale going.

The team just needed one more point and they would win this set, sending them on their way to the championship game. This would be the first time in IST history that their boys’ volleyball team would make it this far, and that was all thanks to Jacob becoming captain for his senior year.

Their coach calls for a quick time out, giving Jacob a moment of reprieve before his final serve of the game. He wipes away the sweat on his forehead, shaking the front of his jersey to air it out and cool him down a little. The team’s manager passes him a water bottle. He loves the adrenaline rush that courses through his veins when he’s on the court. It’s unlike any other feeling he’s ever felt in his life.

“Alright, Bae. You’ve got this, right?” Jacob’s coach gives him a pointed look.

“Of course, Coach. There’s no way in hell that we’re losing this game tonight.” He gives him a firm nod, lips curled into a confident smile. There wasn’t a chance that Jacob Bae would go down without a fight. He was securing that championship seat whether anyone liked it or not.

The team heads back out and a referee hands Jacob the volleyball. He blows a raspberry, twirling the ball on his fingertips while waiting for the whistle. As soon as he hears it, he takes a couple steps back. A breeze cuts through his hair when he runs, executing his infamous jump serve with practiced ease. The ball flies past the players of the other team, hitting the court just in front of the line.

His teammates are yelling and throttling his body around before he even realizes that they’ve won. Some of them are riling up the crowd, others are on their knees crying tears of joy. He was anticipating this outcome, but for some reason he’s still shell shocked. Everything around him is static and white noise.

“Holy shit, Jacob. I can’t believe you did that,” Kim Mingyu, the team’s star middle blocker, slaps him on the back. He’s also drenched in sweat, patting his face with a towel.

“You and me both, to be completely honest.” Jacob laughs a bit, collecting his things so he can head to the locker room.

He’s slightly grateful that tonight’s game ended a little early, giving him enough time to get ready before the Tau Beta Zeta party. He wasn’t even that big of a party person. He only went to provide moral support for his friends who happened to all be in the fraternity. Most people would even go as far as assuming he was also in it considering how often he was spotted at that house, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He actually thought fraternities were dumb. In his eyes, they held no purpose.

A bunch of guys living together under the guise of brotherhood when in reality they spent most of their time partying was just stupid. You could do that without the fancy titles or the expected respect from fellow students. He loved his friends, truly, but he didn’t understand the hype.

Jacob showers quickly and changes into a hoodie and some baggy jeans. He ruffles his hair in front of a mirror, grabbing his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. As he’s preparing to leave, someone calls out to him.

“Yo, Cobie! Are you going to the TBZ party?”

He spins around to find the source, learning it belongs to Jeong Jaehyun. The setter nods, pulling his hood over his head. “Like I always do. Why?”

“I heard through the grapevine that Haeun was going with some friends. I just thought I’d warn you,” he squeezes the shoulder that isn’t hoisting his backpack. “I figured you’d want to take things chill this next week with the championship game on Friday.”

Jacob hums in response and Jaehyun takes that as his cue to be on his way. Of course this would be his luck. Just as he thinks life is getting easier for him, something has to come and throw a curveball at him. This something happened to be his ex-girlfriend, who’d done nothing but terrorize Jacob while they were together. Imagine the most toxic, vile person in the world, then dress her in Jimmy Choo sandals and a designer handbag. That was Haeun.

The only logical reason for her to attend the TBZ party was because his friends were still trying to rack up their numbers. He wouldn’t put it past them if that meant acquiring any and every student on campus. After tonight they would find out who won the stupid competition between them and the KAT sorority, hopefully putting a pin in their godforsaken rivalry once and for all. The winner determined if he was even going to the big end of semester party or not.

Jacob sighs, heading out so he can help out his friends in any way he can. Now that he’s been cursed with the knowledge that he might run into his ex, he’s half tempted to just ditch the whole thing. (He won’t, but the idea is flirting with him.) They’ve been broken up for well over a year now, but somehow she always manages to worm her way back and make him miserable. Quite frankly, he’s tired of it.

When Jacob arrives at the Tau Beta Zeta house, his friends are all over the place. Sangyeon is typing away on his phone, pacing back and forth in the living room. The action from the calm and collected fraternity president makes him kind of nervous. He escapes into the kitchen where Sunwoo and Eric are putting away all of the alcohol. Kevin and Chanhee are complaining about God knows what to each other, and he can faintly hear Hyunjae and Haknyeon upstairs. His juniors start clapping and hollering as soon as they see him enter.

“Woah woah woah, we’ve got a celebrity on our hands guys.” Eric jokes, dapping up the older male.

“Congrats, Cobie,” Sunwoo joins in, fist bumping his senior and handing him a beer bottle. “Do you think you’re gonna win next week?”

“I sure hope so,” Jacob snorts, uncapping the bottle with the opener on the fridge. “I didn’t bring us all this way for nothing.”

Nothing super eventful happens after that, just the guys setting up for the party. They’re projecting that this is the one that secures their victory for the competition. Jacob really couldn’t care less, sitting himself on the couch and scrolling through his phone as he nurses his beer. They all maneuver around him, setting up speakers here, lights there. It’s all pointless in his eyes.

When the party has finally started and the house is packed with partygoers, Jacob hasn’t budged from his spot. The only reason he has a fresh beer is because Eric grabbed one for him in passing. This was what he subjected himself to for hours on end every Friday night. His ass cemented to one of the sofas in the living room and his phone being his main source of entertainment.

It’s as you’re exiting the kitchen with your friends that you notice him. You laugh into your drink at the boredom written all over his face. His extremely handsome face. His hair falls into his eyes and slightly obstructs his vision, but that just accelerates the beating of your heart. You don’t know what it is, but there’s something about him that makes you want to learn his name and everything there is about him.

“Y/N, have you found a nice boy to give you a fun time before hell week?” Haeun asks you, running perfectly manicured fingernails through her hair. “That’s the whole point of being here, isn’t it?”

You didn’t want to tag along, honestly. You were content with staying in tonight and studying for your A&PII exam. You only agreed to get Haeun off your back, because you were well aware of how annoying she could get when she didn’t get what she wanted. She gave the KAT sorority president a run for her money sometimes.

“Uh, no. I’ll just see where the night takes me,” you shrug, keeping a poker face so she doesn’t see who you’re already ogling.

Knowing her, she would make it difficult for you. She would torture you and tease you relentlessly because that was just who she was. Haeun wasn’t satisfied unless she felt good about herself. You didn’t know why you were still friends with her. Maybe it was because she was one of the first people who sought you out after your transfer to IST. Maybe it was because you were afraid of being blacklisted by practically every other student if you dropped her. Her power was insane.

“Boring,” she drags out the vowels, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna see if Cha Eunwoo is here yet.”

You watch as she disappears into the sardine-packed house, looking for the senior. Your other friend, Minjee, just sighs once the dictator is out of earshot— which isn’t even that far considering how loud the music is. She turns to you with a weak smile.

“Don’t let her ruin anything for you. Just go enjoy yourself before she does.”

You don’t need to be told a second time, chugging the contents of your red solo cup for some liquid courage. Your mission was simple; be ten times more fun than the party itself. That would surely catch Couch Boy’s attention. It wasn’t like the Tau Beta Zeta guys didn’t put all their effort into throwing the craziest parties at the school, but clearly this dude wasn’t for it.

Your feet carry you over to the living room, your teeth chewing on your lip nervously. You’d never hit on someone before, let alone at a party. The scariest part was the potential rejection in front of hundreds of your peers. But it was okay! You could do this. You think.

“Hi.”

The word leaves your mouth without your brain even registering it, eyes wide like you’d just done something wrong. He looks up from his phone, mirroring your expression. His tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip and then he’s scooting over to make room for you.

“Hi,” he says after a few seconds.

“I’m Y/n,” you extend your hand awkwardly, but he takes it, shaking it with a firm grip that has you crossing your legs. “I— uh— this is kinda weird, but um— I saw you from over there and thought you were cute.”

You swallow thickly, tucking some hair behind your ear. How did Haeun do this on the regular? He smiles at your fumbling and oh God, you think you might pass out from how attractive he is. You don’t have much alcohol in your system and you’re starting to regret how sober you are.

“I’m Jacob,” he rests an arm on the back of the couch. “Thanks for coming up to me. I would’ve missed your pretty face otherwise.”

Is he flirting with you? Holy shit, he’s flirting with you.

“Do you come to Tau Beta Zeta parties often?” You ask to continue the conversation. He nods.

“I practically live here,” Jacob laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. “How about you, Y/N? What are you studying?”

Oh, so he was one of the members. You wouldn’t have guessed with how disinterested he seemed at his own party. It takes you a moment to realize he’s shifted the focus onto you, scanning your features for a response. You purse your lips.

“Not really. I’m more of a homebody. I’m only here to let loose before finals. I actually just transferred to IST U this semester for the exceptional Pre-Med department. I’m still sorta navigating my way around and meeting people.”

So that’s why he’s never seen you on campus. You’re completely new to the school and you’re in a completely different department than he is. Nonetheless, you’re really cute and Jacob hasn’t put himself out there since breaking up with Haeun. He’s been so concentrated on maintaining his grades and putting in the work for volleyball, he hasn’t even had the time to. But now that finals and the championship game are all next week, he supposes he can allot some just this once…

“How are you liking it here so far?” He asks you genuinely. It winds you a little. You’ve never had someone actually care about what you had to say or show interest in you. Even at your old school, no one batted an eye at you. You doubt anyone knew you transferred.

“The campus itself is beautiful. It’s a lot bigger than my previous one. And so far, everyone’s been nothing but kind to me. I wish I would’ve gone with my gut and came here straight out of high school.” You pick at a thread on your skirt.

“We all live and we all learn, that’s a part of life,” Jacob shrugs, nudging your leg with his foot. “Would you like to grab another drink with me?”

“Yeah, that would be great, actually.” You both stand from the couch.

Since sitting with him, the party has grown in size. Fellow students filled every available corner of the house, nearly standing body to body in order to fit everyone in the building. The amount of attendees should be a fire hazard, honestly. Jacob laces your fingers together so he doesn’t lose you in the mass of people blocking the path to the kitchen. There’s a game of Rage Cage going on where there’s usually a round of beer pong and it looks like this one guy is about to die with how many empty cups are in front of him.

“What are you drinking?” Jacob turns to you once you’ve reached the alcohol table. You shake your head.

“Surprise me.”

“You’re playing Russian Roulette here, Y/N,” his lips curl up into a devious smile that most people would run away from, especially when it’s on the face of a stranger. “You’re really trusting me with your life right now.”

Luckily, you’ve always been into that type of thing. Nice guys who looked like they could give you an unforgettable night. And in the short period you’ve known Jacob, he appeared to be just that. All you can do is nip at your lower lip, the fleet of a smile gracing his sight.

He passes you a cup and gestures for you to taste his concoction. It burns the course of your throat, but doesn’t remind you of straight battery acid. You give him a thumbs up of approval and he cheers, fist bumping the air. You giggle at his reaction. Perhaps stepping out of your comfort zone was the best decision you’ve made all night. He knocks his own cup against yours and takes a swig, wincing.

“I might’ve made mine just a bit stronger than usual,” his voice is hoarse and you can’t help but laugh a little harder. “I put all of my expertise into yours.”

“It’s good to know you’re a gentleman and you’re not trying to get me drunk on purpose,” you tease, sipping at the beverage gingerly. “However, that does mean you’ll need to be flashier in your attempts to woo me. I have very high standards.”

Jacob’s smile widens, his teeth peeking from behind his lips. The expression makes you lightheaded. It should be a crime to look as good as he does, without even trying either. “I don’t know… All I’m hearing is that you want me to woo you…”

He’s caught you red-handed, but it isn’t like you were doing much to conceal that fact. You’d like to think you were being very obvious with your intentions on purpose. You glance up at him from the rim of your cup, your lower back leaning on the counter. “Maybe I do… Are you opposed to that, Jacob?”

He takes a step closer to you, and then another until he has you caged between him and the kitchen counter. Really, he couldn’t give any less of a fuck about the clusters of people nearby. When Jacob Bae had a goal in mind, he made damn sure to work for it. His volleyball career could attest to that. His drink slides across the surface, spilling a little on the back of his hand. He leans down to your ear. “Not at all. But I don’t think you’ll be able to handle what happens when I succeed.”

You feel your cheeks warm, your throat drying, and it’s not because of the effects from the alcohol you’ve just consumed. You’ve known this guy, what, thirty minutes max? And he was already figuring out exactly what it took to get your gears grinding? What a quick fucking leaner. He knows he’s won, too, if the way you’ve gone cotton-mouthed is anything to go by. The ghost of a grin brushes the shell of your ear and it requires the entirety of your strength not to pounce on this stranger in the middle of this goddamn party.

“Everybody who isn’t Tau Beta Zeta, get the fuck out! Someone called the cops!”

A record scratch-like halt puts a pin in the moment, forcing Jacob to step away from you with a groan. This would be just your luck, wouldn’t it? You found a ‘nice boy to give you a fun time before hell week’ and then this stupid party gets raided. It’s annoying, actually. Aggravating, even. Your lips unconsciously form pout out of disappointment and Jacob feels a piece of himself die along with it.

“Shit, you gotta get out of here before they show up and start dragging people out,” he runs a hand through his hair with a hiss.

If it had been a minute earlier, you would’ve fallen to your knees by now. Unfortunately, that was not the case. You needed to find Haeun and Minjee. You do a quick 180° in hopes of spotting either of them.

“Yeah, I need to find my—” You interrupt yourself when you see the former of the two stomping towards you with an indistinguishable look in her eye. “—Friends…”

“Let’s go, Y/N,” her tone is snappy and she glances over at Jacob for a brief moment. You don’t have time to realize what’s happening until her petite fingers are wrapping around your wrist, hauling you out of the kitchen. A yelp escapes your lips as you turn to wave to your… whatever he is to you now.

Initially, you assumed she was just ticked off by the whole cop call thing. At least, that made sense if she’d gotten anywhere with that Cha Eunwoo guy she had been talking about all day leading up to the party. But then Minjee’s driving you back your apartment and she’s whipping around in the passenger seat to give you the nastiest glare you’ve ever been on the receiving end of.

“What the hell is your problem?” She looks two seconds away from bursting a vein in her forehead.

“Wh— huh?” You’re thoroughly confused. What the fuck did you do to her?

“Why were you talking to Jacob Bae? You do know that’s my ex, right?” Her gaze has softened, but could still very much kill you if she wanted to. The wrath of Lee Haeun was more terrifying than that of any horror movie villain to ever exist.

No.

No no no no. The world stops on its axis and it’s like you’ve been told your favorite song was written about a used tissue. You don’t hear anything else she says, feeling like you just had ear muffs placed over your head. This isn’t fair. The universe officially hated you. You were number one on the list of people who deserved the worst possible fate, your name underlined twice with red ink and a star beside it.

You really didn’t have it in you to care about what Haeun thought. If this was the reason you were finally given to stop talking to her, then so be it. What you were worried about was Jacob hating you. He clearly saw that you were friends. Why would he want to pursue anything with one of his ex’s friends? Any sane person would avoid that situation if they could.

Despite not knowing that it was Jacob specifically, you knew the details of their breakup and why things ended so messily. It made sense that she was an authoritarian even in her relationships. That was just in her nature. If she didn’t control every aspect of her life, she would lose her mind. Normally you wouldn’t have batted an eye at that, not nearly enough energy in you to deal with that level of bossiness. But it was starting to bleed into your personal life. And that was a line you weren’t so willing to let her cross.

You could only pray that this was fixable.

Finals week passes by in a breeze, and before he knows it, Jacob is on the court for the championship game. There’s a different aura to him than there usually is when it comes to his volleyball games. He feels ten times more determined. (He would never admit to anyone that it’s because he’s hoping he’ll see you at the end of semester party tonight.)

He actually really enjoyed your presence and your personality. The rate at which his heart beat around you was something he hadn’t felt in a while and it was nice. He liked those little butterflies that came with the start of something new. He liked the jitters and the giggles and everything in between. It reminded him that there was still youth, there was still excitement in his life.

Sure, it was kind of weird that you were friends with his ex-girlfriend. The same ex-girlfriend that he couldn’t stand being in the same room as for more than five minutes at a time. But from your reaction to her dragging you away, Jacob thinks that you didn’t know about him and Haeun. If you did, you wouldn’t have gone up to him in the first place. Unless you knew and just didn’t care, then he didn’t care either. It’s not like he ever plans to allow Haeun to resurface and sink her nails back into him. That’s one mistake he’ll never make again.

Before he knows it, he’s swapping back into the game. He rolls his neck and pops his fingers, getting into position to receive this next serve. Even with this fire lit underneath him, both teams are neck and neck. With every point that IST scored, the opposing team would just catch back up without breaking a sweat. If Jacob wasn’t captain and wasn’t used to being so calm and collected during matches, he’d probably start getting as pissed as Kim Mingyu looks right now.

The referee blows his whistle and the ball is over the net. Jeon Jungkook, the team’s libero, dives for it, the volleyball bouncing off the back of his hand and back up into the air. It’s currently the fourth set and IST has two under their belt. They needed to win this one lest they wanted to go into the fifth. Everyone is on edge, but won’t stop at nothing that isn’t victory. Jacob shifts to set the ball to Jaehyun, who swings his arm back and spikes it to the other side of the court.

One of their players receives it with ease, and they’re back to square one. There’s that back and forth of both teams setting and spiking, only for the other to receive and send it back over. Jacob feels like this game is never gonna end, especially with how agile their libero is and how in tune he is with their setter. But then he makes eye contact with Lee Seokmin, an opposite hitter who’s proven time and time again that he’ll go wherever Jacob needs him to, do whatever Jacob wants him to. And that’s exactly what he does.

Mingyu bumps the ball towards the net and just when they think Jacob’s going to set it, he swaps places with Seokmin. The hitter gets beneath the volleyball and pushes it off the tip of his fingers, watching as Jacob perfectly times his jump to smack it with the palm of his hand. It’s something the two had only ever practiced a handful of times, but knew it would come in handy when everything was right. The entire interaction is flawless, and the captain’s spike lands, scoring that final point that IST needed to win the set and the game.

Just like the previous game, Jacob doesn’t even register the roaring cheers from everyone around him until they’re throwing him and Seokmin up like they themselves were volleyballs. The team is going insane, hyping up the crowd and running around the court like children. A sense of pride swells in Jacob’s chest, a crinkly-eyed smile nestling on his face like the fondness of a father.

They continue the joy-train all the way into the locker room. Jacob showers and throws on some gray cargo pants, pairing them with a black half-zip jacket. Most of the team was going to the end of semester party tonight, treating it as a post-celebratory reward for their big win. It was still so surreal for the captain. All of the pressure that had been riding on him the entire season, the strive for being someone bigger than himself. He’s grateful it paid off.

Meanwhile, you were damn near ripping your hair out, nerves eating away at the edges of your stomach like you were with the skin around your nails. After a taxing week of final exams and the anxiety of wanting to see Jacob Bae again to clear any bad air, you found yourself at the TBZ end of semester party along with Haeun and Minjee. You were thankful that your life was intact, Haeun’s irritation simmering into something a lot more bearable.

Though just a smidge pissed off that you didn’t do your research, she wasn’t as mad about the whole break of girl-code incident. She got off of your back a little too easily, though, so you were still waiting for another strike. You couldn’t help but feel as if she was planning another form of action.

You’d been at this party for at least an hour, and the attendance was double that of last week’s. They weren’t kidding when they said this was the party of all parties at IST University. You were starting to think that maybe Jacob really was going to avoid you like you were the Black Plague or equivalent. Why else would he not be at one of his own parties? Wasn’t it, like, a requirement for fraternity members to make an appearance at the things they hosted?

Being friends with Haeun really screwed everything up for you. Not only did you have to sleep with one eye open, but also keep your distance from just about every male on campus out of fear that she fucked with them, too. Why did it have to be Jacob Bae? Why couldn’t it have been someone more douchey, more up her alley? He was way too sweet, way too cute for someone of her kind. He deserved someone that could hand him the world. (Not that you were insinuating that it was you, but even you knew you were a better person than Lee Haeun.)

And as if a higher being truly existed, your prayers are answered in the form of Jacob Bae walking through the front door. A gaggle of partygoers surround him and the group of guys he’s with, including some of the fraternity brothers. You faintly hear whoops and hollers over the near deafening music, everyone patting them on their backs. Most of the attention is on Jacob and his gorgeous smile, though.

“IST U’s pride and joy! National volleyball champion, Jacob-fucking-Bae,” Lee Hyunjae wolf-whistles, shaking him around like he was maraca.

Jacob laughs, looking down at the floor to shy away from all of the eyes on him. He’s glad everybody is pleased with his accomplishment, but really all he wants to do is find you. He’s still not 100% sure you’re even here, but he has high hopes that maybe you were into him as much as he was with you. Now that he’s free of both volleyball and schoolwork for a while, he can take his time getting to know you better.

You psych yourself up to go over to him once his audience has parted and gone back to whatever it was they were doing prior to his arrival. A grimace consumes your features as you knock back the cup of jungle juice in your hand, blowing a raspberry. Minjee gives you a smile of encouragement, like she knows exactly what you’re about to do.

However, someone beats you to it. You watch with bated breath as Haeun flips her hair over her shoulder, her heels clicking on the wooden floor all the way up to Jacob. The sight of another girl talking to the guy you’re interested in has never made you as ill as it does right now, her glossy lips pouted and her hands clasped behind her back.

“Heard about the big win, Jakey,” she smiles almost evilly, calling him by a nickname that he hasn’t been called in months. “Wanna claim your prize?”

Jacob knows what she’s doing. It’s obvious. Haeun saw the two of you together last week and now she’s pretending that she gives a shit just so she can feel like she’s the one in control. He’s seen this scene too many times to fall for it. He pokes his cheek with his tongue, hands shoving into the front pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t you have someone else that you can bother, tonight? I’m spoken for.” He shrugs, stepping around her. Okay, so perhaps you’d only had one conversation together. That was enough for him. He doesn’t have to search far or wide for you, a grin replacing his deadpan once he sees your face. “Hi.”

“H-Hi,” your voice comes out unsteady. “I— uh— wh— well, I kinda thought you were avoiding me.”

His eyebrows quirks up. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m friends with your tyrant of an ex-girlfriend and I’m a horrible person for still wanting you,” you begin to ramble, playing with a strand of your hair. “And then you weren’t here.”

Jacob laughs, pushing your hand down and tucking the same piece behind your ear. “I don’t really care that you’re friends with Haeun. Honestly, no one’s ever *really friends with her. It’s hard to stand a person who’s that insufferable. And I’m on the volleyball team. Tonight was the championship game, which is why I was late.”

“So you don’t hate me and want me to die?”

“I could never.” He shakes his head, taking one of your hands into his.

“If that’s the case, then can you show me how to properly enjoy a frat party?” You trace patterns on his palm.

“I’ll be so real with you, Y/N, even *I don’t know how to do that,” he snorts. “I’m not a Tau Beta Zeta member, so I guess that explains it.”

“Woah what?” You gape at him. “This entire time I thought you were…”

“Nah, I’m just friends with all of the guys here. I might as well be, but I’m not. Frats are stupid to me,” Jacob leads you out of the living room and into the kitchen to get himself a drink. “Though, I don’t think they’re that bad anymore.”

As he’s reaching for an empty cup, a thought crosses your mind. It’s bold, but you don’t have the willpower to force it away. “You know, you didn’t get to show me what would happen if you succeeded in sweeping me off of my feet.”

He pauses what he’s doing, turning to glance at you over his shoulder with dark eyes. Are you saying what he thinks you’re saying?

“And something’s telling me you were extremely successful.”

*Fuck the drink, Jacob thinks to himself, dropping the cup in favor of whisking you away. He pulls you into the nearest empty room, which happens to be the downstairs bathroom. From one second to the next, you’re pinned to the door, both of your wrists firm in his grip. He’s so close that his nose nudges yours, lips only a hair’s breadth from your own.

“Should’ve known you were dangerous from the get go,” he breathes, the distance between you driving you crazy. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

A gasp escapes you, your eyelids fluttering shut. This was pure insanity. Before you can complain about the lack of contact, Jacob’s mouth is on yours, lips moving against yours so skillfully and so roughly. He takes your wrists into one hand, holding them above your head while the other slips beneath your top. His fingertips burn into your skin and you don’t hold back the whine that sneaks out from your chest.

You pull back for air, sighing when his kiss travels down your neck and focuses on your collarbone. It’s not enough, you need to feel him everywhere. Your pulse is racing and you’re sure he can feel it when he leaves a trail of nibbles and kisses along your jawline. They travel south, paving their path on what’s visible of your jugular and sternum.

There’s a haste of fingers roaming and lips exploring. This was uncharted territory for, seeing as you hadn’t been in a situation like this since moving schools. If there was anyone you wanted to get down and dirty with in the bathroom of a frat party, it was Jacob Bae. His free hand wanders under your skirt, a knuckle running along your clothed, but damp, slit. You both hiss.

“Already so wet for me?” He asks you smugly, the curve of his smile carved into the space where your ear meets your neck. You don’t have the patience to power through any teasing.

“Need you so bad, Jacob,” you don’t like the pitchiness of your voice, or how you’re pretty much begging right now. “Wanna skip the foreplay.”

Jacob grins almost wickedly, kissing the tip of your nose. “So ready and so eager for me. Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t waste any time getting you out of your clothes, starting with your top and then shoving your skirt past your thighs. You kick it off and move to help him. His jacket comes off in one fluid motion, giving you the perfect display of his muscular back and toned abdomen. All of years of volleyball came to fruition in the form of his godlike sculpted body.

You drag a nail through the valley of his abs, unbuttoning his cargoes and palming him through his underwear. He curses under his breath, forehead falling to your shoulder. You may very well be the death of him, he decides. When he’s finally had enough, he swats your hand away, removing the briefs so he can give you what you so graciously asked for. He pumps his length a couple times before guiding the tip to your entrance.

Jacob hooks one of your legs around his waist, pushing your panties to the side so he can slip into you carefully. You don’t even stop the moan that breaches your vocal cords, back arching off of the door and your chest pushing into his. The stretch burns slightly, but not nearly enough to interrupt the pleasure coursing throughout your body. There’s a fire in the pit of your stomach that he fans the flames of the deeper he sinks into you, lips imprinted into the skin of your neck.

His fingers burn the skin of your thigh where he holds it up, slowly pressing his cock into cunt and sliding out as soon as he bottoms out. You’re dizzy, so dizzy that stars have begun to form behind your eyelids and he’s only just started. He rocks into you at a meticulous pace, the blunt nails of his other hand digging into your hip to keep himself composed.

He wants to take his time with you first. He wants you to feel every ridge and vein of his cock as your walls squeeze him in. He wants the feeling of the two of you connected to be engraved into your brain, a memory that nothing could erase even if it tried. Your head knocks against the door when you crane it to give him more access to the column of your throat, whining when he sucks marks into the surface.

“F-Fuck, Jacob,” you whimper. “Feel— god— feel so, so stuffed.”

You practically hiccup your words, overstimulated with everything that’s going on at once. It’s too much. The way he nips at your skin. The way he groans every time you clench around him. The way he’s *buried into you like you were the only source of warmth he’ll ever get. It’s too much, but it feels fucking fantastic.

“Yeah, baby? Am I fucking you good? Giving it to you like no one else can?” He exerts himself, his lips slipping on the thin sheen of sweat coating your bodies. All you can do is moan again, bucking your hips into his to minimize the gap between you as much as physically possible.

His cock is just the right balance of girth and length, filling you up and hitting the spots you need him to. Your sanity falls through the cracks with every click of his hips into yours. He *is fucking you good. He *is giving it to you like no one else can. It didn’t even take him long to figure out what you liked, using that knowledge to his advantage so he could ravage you.

You’re too lost in the pleasure to notice the coil in your stomach curling to the point of snapping. With each ram of his dick in your pussy, he winds you up more and more until it breaks in half. You see nothing but white for a few seconds, spots of various colors bleeding into it. A sound so far away from you bursts out from its home in the back of your throat. Your orgasm coaxes out his, painting your walls with milky ropes and a moan of his own.

The two of you pant breathlessly, lips brushing as you attempt to calm down. Jacob pinches your side, kissing you once before pulling out and letting go of your hip. “Do you have the energy to give me one more? I don’t think I’m finished with you just yet.”

You let out a guttural groan, nodding and colliding your mouths in another desperate kiss. Your fingers run through the strands of his hair, tugging at the nape of his neck as he transfers you to sink. He spins you around, bending you over the counter and pecking your shoulder as he eases his cock back into the velvet of your pussy.

You’re both still sensitive, sighing at the feeling of a second intrusion. He grips your hip and presses down on your lower back just as he speeds up the pacing of his thrusts. Instinctively, you hike up a knee onto the counter, wanting him even deeper and even harder than previously. Heat pools in that same spot at the base of your abdomen, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he grunts, throwing his head back and tightening his grasp on your waist. “Want you to watch me fuck you stupid.”

You wail, eyes heavy lidded as you witness Jacob plowing into you from behind. It hurts, the fact that you can’t even convey into sounds how amazing it feels. They’re all trapped in your chest and throat, begging to be set free. You wish they could bounce off of the walls, reverberating in your ears. Your cheeks are wet from the tears that have spilled over. You look like a mess with your makeup smeared and your face puffy. Anyone who saw you after this would know exactly what went down in this bathroom.

Jacob doesn’t slow his assault, instead hovering over and trapping you beneath his broad frame. He drills into you deeper, harder, faster— and oh god you don’t want him to stop. You think he’s making good on his word, fucking you so insanely stupid that not a single thought occupies your mind. All there is, is Jacob Bae and the deliciousness of his cock wedging itself further into your cunt like he wants to live there.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. So so well,” he coos, your back curving into his chest.

Your elbows might give out from supporting your weight and now Jacob’s too, especially with how empty your head is. You don’t really have the consciousness to keep yourself up. It’s at the point where the mirror has started to fog, a blurry image of him abusing your pussy in your line of sight.

He knows you’re on the brink of an orgasm, your walls spasming slightly in warning. He pulls out enough to flip you onto your back, pushing in and resuming where he left off. His thumb sneaks down to your clit, rubbing in precise circles with precise pressure. Despite there being no mirror covered in steam in the shape of your bodies in front of you, your vision is still hazy. You can barely see the expressions Jacob makes, his brows knitting together and lower lip between his teeth.

You pull him down to connect your mouths, whining into him as he continues to fuck into you like there wasn’t a whole party still going on on the side of the door. Your knees are folded to your chest, allowing his cock to kiss all the way inside of you. “I’m— fuck— so close, Cobie.”

“C’mon, baby, you can cum for me,” he goads, applying more pressure to the shape he’s drawing on your clit.

One particularly timed thrust and the bumping of his pelvic bone on the sensitive bundle of nerves tips you off of your peak. Your climax washes over you, tidal waves of pleasure cresting at full force. You moan loudly, the rippling of your walls triggering Jacob’s own release.

He pulls out gently, for the final time. His chest rises and falls rapidly, in sync with yours. You’re both exhausted, spent from going at it like jackrabbits— as if you’d never get the chance to do it again. You meet eyes and then burst into laughter, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks.

“That was… Wow…” You breathe, moving some of his hair from obstructing his eyesight.

“I always follow through with my promises, you know,” he wraps his arms around your waist. “So, what do I get now that I’ve wooed you?”

You press the hints of a kiss to his lips. “An exclusive all-access pass to me, my phone number, and the rights to ask me out on a date whenever you please.”

Jacob smiles that crinkle eye smile of his, knowing full well that he plans on cashing all three of those right now. He may have not been the biggest fan of fraternities or their parties, but he sure as hell loved them at this moment in time.

He thinks he was a winner in more ways than one that night.

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