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"When Is It Done?" j. black Oneshot

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

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

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

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

Uncomfortableness? Distaste? Pain? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hunger. The same thing in his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were beautiful. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was out of his boxers soon after.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jacob, baby, slow down.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Beg for it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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