WARNINGS : smut, praise, riding, kinda size kink, p in v, unprotected sex, established relationship, stomach bulge, creampie
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint glow of the porch light bleeding through the open window. A lazy breeze drags through the space, not nearly enough to cool the heat you’re both tangled up in. The sheets are kicked down, twisted around your ankles, and Jacob’s skin is burning hot—just like always.
He’s on top of you, braced on his forearms, hips rolling into yours in a rhythm that feels carved from instinct. His cock stretches you open, thick and deep, hitting all the right places like he’s trying to mold you around him. And maybe he is.
You’ve been like this for what feels like hours—slow, steady, devastating. Every thrust forces a breath from your lungs, his mouth hovering over your jaw, lips brushing just enough to drive you crazy.
“Fuck,” he grits out, low and already wrecked, voice hoarse from holding back. “You take me so good, baby.”
His words vibrate against your throat. One hand comes up to press against your ribs, fingers spread wide, like he’s trying to feel every single gasp you let out, like he's trying to feel where his cock presses up inside of you.
You dig your nails into his back, feel the tremble in him—like he’s working so hard to keep control. It’s sweet. Almost. Except you know exactly how dangerous he is when he breaks.
Your voice is small, breathy, completely sincere when you say it:
“You fuck me like you were made for me.”
Jacob freezes.
It’s just for a second—but everything about him stills. His hips falter. The muscles in his arms stiffen. And then his breath leaves him in one harsh exhale, chest pressing to yours.
“What—” he rasps, lifting his head up from your chest to look at you. His pupils are blown wide, jaw tight, mouth parted like he’s fighting for air. “What did you just say?”
You blink up at him, heart thudding. “I said… you fuck me like you were made for me.”
And that’s it.
That’s the edge.
Jacob curses low, something between a groan and a growl, and pulls out too fast, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness. But he’s already moving—already hauling you up into his lap like he can’t take one more second without your skin on his.
“On top,” he mutters, guiding you with rough hands. “I need you on top. Now.”
You scramble to straddle him, thighs bracketing his hips, your soaked pussy brushing the head of his cock. His grip is bruising on your waist, and his voice is nearly desperate.
“You say shit like that,” he grits out, “and expect me to stay in control?”
You reach between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance, sinking down slow until he’s fully inside you again, his cock so deep in you it feels like it's brushing your ribs. You both gasp—Jacob’s head dropping to your shoulder as he whimpers low, his hands sliding to your hips like he needs to steady himself.
“You were made for me,” you whisper again, just to see what it does to him.
He lets out a filthy groan that sounds torn from his chest. His head snaps up—eyes wild now, something close to feral burning in them. One hand fists in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back, while the other grips your ass like he’s daring it to move.
“You like ridin’ me, baby?” he growls, thrusting up into you suddenly, making you jolt and moan. “Feelin’ this fat cock stretchin’ you open?”
“Yes,” you gasp, hands on his shoulders, using him for balance. “You feel—fuck—you feel so good, Jake.”
“That’s right,” he snarls, snapping his hips again. “Say it louder.”
“You feel so good!”
“You like it like this, huh? Stuffed full of me while you bounce like a fuckin’ toy?” He slaps your ass once, hard, the crack of skin on skin making you clench around him. “Such a tight little pussy, and it’s all mine.”
You whimper, rolling your hips down against his, and he groans again, fucking up into you harder now, like he’s forgotten the point was for you to ride him.
“Too fuckin’ good,” he pants, face buried in your neck, breath scorching hot. “You keep squeezin’ me with this fuckin' cunt like that and I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it—shit—you were made for me, weren’t you?”
You nod, nails digging into his shoulders.
“All yours, Jake. Always.”
That breaks him.
His arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you—slams you back down onto his cock with a bruising grip.
“Mine,” he growls. “Mine, mine, mine—fuck, baby, you feel that?”
You nod frantically, breathless, every bounce making your vision blur.
“I feel it—I feel you everywhere—”
“That’s right,” he pants, voice rough with pure lust. “Can’t get away from it. You’ll feel me for days. Gonna ruin this pussy—stretch it until it only fits me.”
You cry out as your orgasm hits hard, crashing through you like a wave. Your body shakes, folds clenching around him as he growls and fucks you through it, relentless, brutal, desperate to finish.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—shit—gonna fill you up, baby, don’t stop—ride it out—take it—”
You do.
You keep moving even when your body’s trembling, thighs shaking, muscles weak, letting him chase his high.
And when he finds it—when he buries himself deep and lets out the loudest, filthiest moan you’ve ever heard—you feel everything.
The heat. The pulse. The way his whole body tenses underneath you as he cums, thick and hot, spilling into you like he’s trying to breed you on instinct alone.
It takes a full minute for the room to settle again.
You’re slumped against his chest, sweaty and sticky, his arms still wrapped tight around you. His breath is shallow, lips brushing your temple.
Then, soft. Wrecked.
“You can’t say shit like that to me,” he mutters.
You giggle, lifting your head.
“Say what?”
His eyes find yours—stormy and soft all at once.
“That I was made for you.”
You smile, brushing sweat-damp curls off his forehead.
“Well,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You were.”
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"Talk to me. What's happening?"
Jacob's grip tightens, his fingers splaying across your waist. He ignores the question, his focus entirely consumed by the scent of your skin. He looks like he's fighting a physical urge, his chest heaving as he struggles to maintain his composure. The steam of the shower swirls around you both, blurring the edges of the room, but his gaze is sharp and piercing.
He leans in one last time, his nose grazing the pulse point of your neck. He shudders, a sharp tremor that runs through his entire frame. When he finally pulls back to look at you, his eyes are darker, the iris almost gone, replaced by a heavy, clouded intensity.
"You just smell... different," he whispers, his voice sounding rough and strained.
The words hang in the humid air, leaving you blinking in confusion. Jacob doesn't seem satisfied with his own observation; he leans in once more, taking a deep, searching sniff of your skin before he finally pulls away from your neck.
He looks at you, his expression hardening into something suspicious and strained. "You smell... like someone's been all over you," he declares, his voice laced with a sudden, sharp edge.
A soft laugh bubbles up in your throat, the sound echoing against the tiled walls. The sheer intensity of his reaction is almost comical, the way he’s treating a scent like a crime scene.
"You're being ridiculous," you tease, your hazel eyes shimmering with amusement.
Jacob doesn't laugh back. His expression remains grim, his brow furrowed as he leans in again, his nose tracing the air around your shoulder. He seems to be hunting for something, his movements sharp and focused.
"I'm serious," he says, his voice dropping an octave, sounding rougher, more guttural. "It's everywhere. You smell like someone was rubbing themselves all over you."
His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you flush against him with a strength that feels new, almost overwhelming. He looks at you with a piercing gaze, his pupils still contracted, searching your face for a lie.
"Are you actually jealous right now?"
Jacob stiffens, his chest expanding against yours. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression a mixture of frustration and an intensity that feels almost suffocating. The steam continues to billow around you, but his focus is singular, locked onto you with an intensity that makes the small shower stall feel even smaller.
"I'm not jealous," he snaps, though the rough, strained quality of his voice suggests otherwise. He looks away for a split second, his nostrils flaring as he catches another scent. "I just know what you smell like. And right now, you smell like someone else."
He shifts his grip, his hands sliding from your waist to your upper arms, pinning you gently but firmly against the tiled wall. His skin is radiating heat, practically steaming in the humidity.
"Who was it?" he demands, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble.
"Yeah, well, I've been working near a lot of customers lately," you shrug, the movement causing water to spray off your shoulders.
Jacob shakes his head, his expression remaining grim. He leans in again, his nose brushing against the side of your neck as he sniffs the air around you both.
"No," he grunts, the sound rough and strained. "I mean you smell like someone was rubbing themselves all over you. It's everywhere."
His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest. There is a possessive edge to the way he holds you, a strength that feels more intense than usual. He looks at you, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of a lie, his nostrils flaring with every breath.
"Maybe I just smell like the cafe," you suggest, trying to keep your tone light.
Jacob's jaw tightens. He doesn't buy it. He leans in again, his nose grazing the skin of your shoulder, inhaling with a sharpness that almost sounds like a hiss.
"No," he grunts, his voice dropping into a rough, guttural register. "I know the smell of coffee and old grease. This is different. It's... intimate."
He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and clouded. The possessive grip on your waist firms, pulling you so close that you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, nearly matching the temperature of the steaming water. He looks completely consumed, his nostrils flaring as he searches your face for an explanation that satisfies him.
"Someone was all over you," he insists, his tone leaving little room for argument.
"Well, we did have a new cashier," you admit, a small smile starting to form on your lips. The way he's reacting is almost sweet, if you ignore the intensity of his grip. "I had to help him understand how the registers work. He might have hugged me at the end of my shift, so that's probably what you're smelling."
Jacob's pupils contract immediately, his gaze sharpening. The air between you seems to thicken, the steam of the shower swirling around his rigid frame.
"I don't like it," he says. His voice has lost its softness, sounding rougher, almost like a warning.
You try to hide your amusement, realizing he's genuinely jealous. You start to say something to tease him, but Jacob moves faster than you can react. He reaches over your shoulder, his arm a blur of heat and muscle, and abruptly twists the handle to shut off the water.
The sudden silence is jarring, leaving only the sound of water dripping off your skin and the heavy, synchronized rhythm of your breathing.
The sudden lack of rushing water leaves you shivering in the humid air, your eyes wide as you look up at him. You open your mouth to speak, perhaps to laugh or to ask what he's doing, but Jacob doesn't give you the chance.
With a sudden, decisive movement, he hooks an arm around your waist and hoists you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a surprised gasp, your wet skin sliding against his heated chest. He reaches out with his free hand to snag a towel, clutching it tightly as he strides out of the bathroom and carries you straight toward the bedroom.
You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him as you giggle. The sudden movement and the absurdity of being carried like a sack of potatoes make the tension from the shower break into something playful.
Jacob doesn't slow down. He reaches the bedroom and drops you onto the mattress. He's not rough, but there's a certain weight to the way he lets you go, pinning you into the soft sheets. Before you can even catch your breath or scramble back, he's over you, caging you in with his arms on either side of your head.
His skin is still radiating that intense, feverish heat, warming the air between you. He looks down at you, his expression focused and possessive, those dark pupils nearly swallowing his eyes.
Without a word, he leans down. He starts with wet, heavy kisses across your collarbone, trailing them up toward your jaw. Each touch is deliberate, marking you as his own. He pauses for a moment, his breath hot against your skin, before he captures your lips in a deep, demanding kiss.
"You're still grumpy, aren't you?" you murmur against his lips, your voice sounding breathless and airy.
Jacob breaks the kiss just enough to look at you, his chest heaving. A small, lopsided smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes remain dark and possessive.
"I'm not grumpy," he rumbles, the sound vibrating through your own chest. "I'm just making sure you remember who you actually belong to."
He shifts his weight, pressing you deeper into the mattress. The heat coming off him is staggering, making the damp sheets feel warm almost instantly. He moves his head back down, skipping your lips this time to bury his face in the crook of your neck.
You feel the sharp graze of his teeth against your skin—a nip that's just hard enough to make you gasp. He lingers there, breathing you in with that same animalistic intensity from the shower, before he sucks a bruised mark into the sensitive skin of your shoulder.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down with a desperate strength, and let out a low moan that vibrates against his skin.
The sound seems to snap something inside him. Jacob groans, a deep, hungry noise, and shifts his weight to press his entire body against yours. The heat he radiates is almost oppressive now, turning the damp sheets beneath you into a warm, clinging cocoon. He attacks your lips again, his kiss frantic and possessive, tasting of salt and desperation.
His hands slide down from the bed, gripping your thighs and pulling them wide. He moves with a sudden, focused urgency, his breathing coming in ragged hitches. He reaches down, his large hands encircling your ankles to haul your legs up and lock them firmly around his waist.
The shift in position brings you flush against him, leaving no room for doubt about how much he wants you. He looks at you for a heartbeat, his eyes dark, clouded, and utterly consumed.
"You're mine," he rasps, the words barely a whisper. "Only mine."
"Always yours," you whisper, the words disappearing into the space between your lips.
Jacob lets out a shuddering breath, his forehead dropping against yours. The heat radiating from him feels like a physical weight, pressing you down into the mattress. He shifts, his movements heavy and purposeful, as he finally slides himself into you.
A sharp, sudden intake of air escapes you, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He freezes for a second, his muscles locking tight, his eyes searching yours with a raw, desperate hunger. He looks almost pained by the proximity, his jaw tight as he fights for control.
Slowly, he begins to move. The rhythm is steady and possessive, each thrust driving the air from your lungs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck again, his breathing ragged and hot.
"Mine," he groans, the word vibrating through your skin. "Everything about you... mine."
He picks up the pace, his grip on your waist tightening until it's almost bruising. The world narrows down to the heat of his skin and the sound of your synchronized breathing in the quiet room.
"I love you, Jacob," you whisper, the words slipping out as a ragged breath.
Jacob freezes for a split second, his entire body locking up against yours. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression raw and stripped of the jealousy that had fueled him moments ago. The intensity in his eyes shifts, softening into something aching and profoundly deep.
He lets out a sound that is half-groan, half-sob, before crashing his lips back against yours. The kiss is different now—less about possession and more about a desperate, overwhelming need. He moves with a renewed, frantic energy, his rhythm becoming faster, more urgent, as he drives you both toward the edge.
As the tension reaches a breaking point, Jacob pulls his head back, his chest heaving. He looks at you, his pupils blown wide, his voice a strained, guttural rasp.
"Inside?" he asks, his breath hot against your cheek. "Do you want me to... inside of you?"
You arch your back, pulling him closer with a desperate strength and moaning a breathless "Yes" against his skin.
The sound breaks the last of Jacob's restraint. He lets out a guttural growl, his grip on your waist tightening as he drives into you one final, powerful time. The world dissolves into a blur of white-hot heat and friction, the air in the room thick with the scent of salt and the heavy, humid weight of your combined breath.
He collapses against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, his chest heaving in jagged, uneven bursts. For several long moments, the only sound is the synchronized thumping of two hearts trying to find a steady rhythm again.
Jacob shifts slightly, though he remains heavy on top of you, his skin still radiating that unnatural, feverish warmth. He presses a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, right over the bruised mark he left earlier.
"Mine," he whispers, his voice sounding wrecked and satisfied.
You lie there for a long while, tangled in the damp sheets and the oppressive, comforting heat of his body. The frantic energy of the last hour slowly ebbs away, leaving a heavy, syrupy lethargy in its wake. Jacob eventually stirs, shifting his weight to pull away just enough to reach for the towel he'd brought from the bathroom.
With surprisingly tender movements, he begins to clean you, wiping away the remnants of your passion with careful, slow strokes. Once you're dry, he settles back down beside you, pulling you firmly against his side. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady, powerful thrum of his heart while he caresses your hair and presses light, lingering kisses to the top of your head.
Jacob tilts his head, taking a long, deep sniff of your skin. A slow, triumphant smile spreads across his face. "You smell like me," he murmurs.
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jacob black who'd known you since you were little. you were bella's sibling, and you'd both come back to forks without him even knowing. jacob had always had a crush on bella, but seeing you both grown up, it seems he'd choose the other sibling, you.
jacob black who'd force you to hang out with him. you're the same age as him, both of you younger than bella, so he makes you help with his homework. none of you get it done, instead giggling away.
jacob black who'd lock himself away once he shifted for the first time. he was afraid to hurt you, like sam had done to his partner. he wanted to tell you, but he thought you had enough on your plate helping bella get over edward.
jacob black who'd finally tell you his riddle, trying to make you figure out he was a werewolf. he couldn't tell you outright because of the pact, and it frustrated him.
yandere!jacob black who became obsessed once you figured his secret. the vampires (laurent, victoria) were after you too, and bella. he had to protect you at all costs.
yandere!jacob black who wouldn't leave you alone, not once. he wouldn't leave you alone at la push, instead ditching the pack to stay with you and keep you safe.
yandere!jacob black who knew he'd imprinted on you the moment he shifted. he didn't tell you that, though, afraid it would change your relationship.
yandere!jacob black who kept you warm in the rain using his pure body heat. he wouldn't let you stray from his arms. wouldn't even let the vampires even think of looking in your direction. you were his. and his only.
Pairing: Jacob Black (twilight) x Fem!Reader | Tags: #angst#tension #jacobblackangst #jacobblackxreader #series #emojacob #nonchalantjacob #hollisterfall | Word count: 1,562 | Genre: enemies to lovers | Date: 12/06/2025
Summary: Shortly after the events of New Moon, Jacob Black is still trying to rebuild himself after Bella. The last thing he needs is another complication in his healing journey. But the arrival of Y/N, a summer transplant working in her uncle’s autobody shop in Forks, complicates everything—especially after a late-night crash on a rain-slicked road leads Jacob to accidentally imprint on her. Y/N swears she swerved to avoid something. Jacob Black swears she’s lying. Neither of them planned this. Neither of them wants it. But denial only works for so long before the truth comes crashing in.
AN: if you are coming from my Jinyoung story this is not for you AHAHAHHA, we will get back to the epilogue before the end of the year. So imma boss... LMAO, I've been in my Twilight era this past fall so i've been dying to write a Y/N x Jacob fanfic. I don't know if you guys have seen the like tiktok videos where you scroll through the story and the characters have the outfit showing and it was always like 2000's fall Holister, or idk if you guys have been seeing the "if I was Bella Swan's cooler sister" with the same template thing. Well anyways, all of that inspired me to write this... that and because I'm deeply team Jacob but it doesn't seem like theres many Y/N x Jacob Black fanfics out there, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I didn't want to post this on AO3 because I'm scared of the curse ahaha. I hope its okay... bare with me guys the writing gets better each chapter.
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When would he feel normal again?
It had been a week since Bella had left for Italy to save that piece of shit Edward Cullen. A few days since she came back, and confirmed to Jacob the truth:
“Jacob, don’t! Don’t make me choose. Because it will be him. It’s always been him.”
He was physically cringing at the sentence uttered by someone he once thought himself to be in love with. It was sick what this was doing to him.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally, he was drained. It was like all the life was sucked out of his body. Because that's what Cullens do, that's what they’ve always done.
Here Jacob was, lying in his bed, unable to move. Just as he was the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that.
He was so confident this time. Confident that without that bastard around, things would change. Life would go back to normal. Normal as in life before there was an Edward, before there was a side of him that grew fur and four legs, life when he was himself. When she was herself.
These past few months, it felt something at least close to that. Sure, he had still phased, and Bella was still depressed post the absence of that demon, but they were happy. Bella was happy, for the first time in months, he could see she was truly enjoying life. And that was in part because of Jacob… as humble a statement as that may be. It was true. Right?
He felt as though he finally made a breakthrough in their relationship. He could remember how close their faces were when the phone rang in her kitchen, so close to something… more.
But just like most things, that too got taken away from him. She never was really his, was she? If it was so easy for her to run back to him. Jacob probably never really had a chance.
Was that all he was to her? A rebound? A distraction from the absence of him?
Jacob lay motionless in his bed where he had been residing for the last few days, with occasional checks from his father.
Just then, he heard a knock at his bedroom door. It seems like now was one of those times.
Jacob refused to make a sound, knowing Billy would open the door anyways. Just as he thought, after a moment, Billy swung the door open, rolling in to find Jacob in the exact state he was in the last time he came in, and the time before that.
“Jacob… the truck’s been shakin’, I think it needs a new fuel pump.” Billy announced, checking for any sign of life from Jacob. Nothing. Jacob remained silent, staring out into space.
“Let’s go to the garage up on South Ave so I can buy a new one, get us both out of the house.” he suggested, trying to encourage some movement in his son, or what's left of his son.
Jacob barely gave a nod, which was enough for his father to roll out of the room. There was a silent understanding that Billy would be waiting for him in the living room.
Jacob's phasing was already something he was struggling to deal with mentally since February. He was waiting, hoping, that with some time, he would go back to how he used to be before… at least mentally. But now this?
Things would never be the same. He would never be the same. That was all he knew.
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It took a few minutes of dissociation to get out of bed and back to “normal life”.
But here he was, in the usual garage he and his father frequented for parts. A pathetic excuse for normal, he thought.
His dad, friendly with the shop owner, Tom, seemed to be cracking jokes and making remarks about last night’s Seahawks game as Jacob glanced around the hidden gems of the garage. Subaru Outback, Volvo 240, Toyota Tacoma, girl, BMW 325i.
His brain almost short circuited as his eyes doubled back to what he was sure was a figment of his imagination. But no, it was not. Jacob furrowed his eyebrows and studied the figure of the girl who seemed to be looking for something on the back wall of the garage.
Absent mindedly, he titled his head, curious.
Her hair was styled like she’d stepped out of a Patene commercial, not a garage. Jacob watched the way she moved, casual and unbothered, like the oil-stained floor should be grateful she was walking on it. She even still had her jacket on, what he assumed to be one of those Hollister ones with the fur lined hood. And yet, she didn’t seem as though she simply got lost on her way to the register overpaying for an oil change. His eyes wandered from her shoulders, to her hands… and beyond. The worst part? He noticed all of it. And he hated that he noticed.
Part of him, however guilty, was dying to see what her face looked like.
“It’s been shakin’, right Jacob?” he heard his father ask for confirmation. Jacob looked away from the girl in the back, to the men in front of him, snapping him away from his thoughts.
Jacob pressed a flat smile to Tom. “Right,” he muttered.
“I think it’s the fuel pump, the damn thing shakes even when it's just idling.” Billy sighed.
“Maybe it's the ignition coils.” a voice chimed in, walking to the front and handing Tom a wrench, to which he took it without question. Jacob’s gaze traced the familiar hand passing the wrench, up her arm, to find eyes sharp and curious staring back at him.
Damnit. She was pretty. Too pretty.
Jacob dragged his gaze, jaw tight. Of all days. He had enough anxiety as it was.
“Bad coils can make it jerk and misfire without the engine stopping,” she explained, cool and precise, snapping Jake away from his train of thought. “The fuel pump usually doesn’t make it shake like that.” she noted.
Jacob looked her up and down, intrigued by her ability to insert herself into the conversation. He didn’t know how to respond. His lips twitched entertained. “I’ve seen a weak pump do the same thing.” he retorted.
She raised an eyebrow at him, folding her arms. “Then you weren’t paying close enough attention.”
There it was. She seemed the type to say something like that.
Jacob’s eyes narrowed at her tone. “Why should we be taking advice from someone who's nails look like they've never touched a car?"
Her gaze locked on his, unflinching. “Should I draw you a picture if what I’m saying is too complicated?” she remarked in a tone feigning concern.
Jacob didn't take himself for much of a masochist, but oddly enough, he liked her attitude. “You’re just blaming the coils because that's easier,” he concluded.
“More likely because my car had the same issue.” She pressed her lips and nodded over behind his shoulder.
Jacob traced the direction of her eyes to a black BMW 325i which was up on a lift, before returning his attention back to her, his ears warming. Oh.
“It’s a textbook coils issue, dude.” she stated.
He sneered. “Read all the textbooks you want. Some things you only know from experience,” he said, letting his gaze linger on her as if to imply she lacked the latter.
“Y/N, keep it up and I won’t have any customers left…” Tom scolded, shaking his head, clearly used to her smart-ass streak.
So that was her name.
Tom cleared his throat, returning attention to Jacob and Billy. “Ahem… Billy, Jacob, meet my niece, Y/N. She’ll be staying with me for the summer. Y/N, this is Jacob Black, and his father, Billy.”
Billy tipped his hat, trying to ease the tension. “Nice to meet you young lady. Should’ve put two and two together—you know your way around cars, just like your uncle here.”
Y/N’s glare softened as her gaze moved from Jacob to Billy. “Nice to meet you. I don’t know that much about cars actually… just the basics.” She extended a hand to Billy before simply passing Jacob a knowing look. Jacob tried to look elsewhere in an attempt to ignore her less than subtle shade.
“Y/N’s going into her senior year, so are you, right Jacob?” Tom asked, trying to keep the atmosphere light.
Jacob forced a nod.
“Well, maybe the two of you will see each other around,” Tom suggested while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I doubt it. I go to school on the rez,” Jacob noted plainly, briefly catching her gaze.
“It’s cool. We wouldn’t run in the same circles anyways.” Her voice was low, teasing, causing him to grit his teeth.
“I hope you don’t come crawling back here when you realize it was the coils,” she added, a playful edge in her tone. “It was nice to meet you, Billy.” she smiled, walking away, but not without sending Jacob one last glance—a glance that was impossible to read, something that said “holier than thou”.
“Well isn't she just a ball of sunshine?” Jacob muttered as he watched her walk away, earning him a scolding nudge from his father.
Tom and Billy went on, trying to overcome any teenage hormones left in the air.
Jacob crossed his arms, turning his attention back to the truck, pretending to observe it until his eyes wandered toward where she had disappeared, unable to find her.
Who was she to insert herself into a conversation that had nothing to do with her?
Who was she, period?
She knew nothing about him. And he knew nothing about her.
