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Scholarship banquets aren’t exactly supposed to have uninvited vampires from your hometown.
But the ones that Jacob Black goes to do.
They have vampires in pretty, black suits. Suits that smell like a delicate perfume and pants that hold him in all of the right places. They have vampires who act as if they don’t know what they’re getting at when they sit across Jacob’s table, dangerous eyes narrowed as he swirled a glass of an auspicious drink he had zero intention of drinking. Jacob can feel him press the tip of a fine shoe up against Jake’s leg. An odd symbol of intimacy, but it carries a particular weight to it when it’s Edward Cullen doing it to Jacob. Jacob who had left La Push for college, for the sake of distancing himself, for the sake of healing over some distant wounds, who’s getting reminded and reopened when he sees Edward and when they both remember the fact that Jacob imprinted on him and that’s why Edward is all the way over here.
Doesn’t take long for Jacob to understand what Edward’s trying to play at.
He knows he has no other choice but to feed into it.
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“ Hah…! Fuck..! Fuck…! ”
Edward doesn’t like making noise. But that’s going to be difficult to avoid when Jacob Black has a cock that can split Edward’s cunt in half. He glares at himself in the bathroom mirror and he’s not sure how to feel about the mascara running down his cheeks, mascara that he really only put on for Jacob to notice and fuck over just as he is now.
He tries to hide his face in his arms but Jacob’s ready. Ready to pull his pretty head of hair and make him look at the bitch Jacob is turning him into through the mirror with a free hand traveling downwards rub his overwhelmed clit into exhaustion. The damned dog leans down and breathes into him. Snarling as he presses his lips against the cold skin of his neck. Whispering dirty, sinful vulgarities into Edwards ear as if he fully intended on claiming Edward for his own . Poor soul has his legs trembling in all of the anticipation.
“ What was the fucking plan, Ed’ ? ”
Jacob knows Edward pisses him off on purpose. He does it because Jake is destined to get greedy like this when he is pissed off. Skin beats up against skin in a dizzy, overwhelming pattern that was going to bruise his womb and get him pregnant . Pre-cum pumps in and out as Edwards perfectly stretched by cock, Jacob drools onto Edwards pale shoulder and he’s feeling nothing less than fucking heaven as Jacob builds it higher and higher, destined to turn Edward from a competent, well-dressed antagonizer into Jacob Blacks vampire cumdump.
“ Mmm..!! I have-- no clue… I have-- no fucking clue Jake… ”
He admits as best he can yet his words hardly feel like words. Edward feels like he's going to lose his mind. He grips the marble of the sink and it’s quick to break into dust underneath his fingers. Jacob is unrelenting and unhinged and he, in the middle of all this breeding and claiming, pushes the thicker part of his hand against Edward's drooling, moaning mouth as if Edward possibly had more to give him.
“ Bite. ”
Bite, he says. As if he isn’t enabling Edward towards something awful. Towards something that’s entirely against his morals. Jacob’s blood is intoxicating, overwhelming and addicting all at once even so much as putting his unharmed skin over his mouth is enough to give him a bizarre, unexplainable high. So he bites. He bites because he’s drunk on a thick cock and high on blood. There is no thinking critically when you’re being slutted out, he just does as he’s told. Jacob sucks the air through his teeth when his skin is pierced and it motivates him to do more .
He grabs Edward’s waist, lifting him up and giving him an entirely new angle. Edward bites at his bottom lip, anticipating the worst only to have eyes roll at the back of Edwards head and he’s seeing stars as Jacob fills everything he could possibly think of filling with a cock that makes his head hurt.
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“ What are you Ed’? ”
Jake’s getting affected too. He doesn’t sound like he’s phased when he’s pissed-off but his breathing’s there. That fractured, wispy breathing mixed with an indiscernible wolf-like growl.
“ Jake… please -- ”
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There’s blood on his teeth and blood on the sink. All Jacob’s, all impossibly addicting.
“ I said-- what are you? ”
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He can't think. He just can’t think. But he knows what to say to make him stop. He knows exactly what to say so he’s going to have to suck up his pride, accept that he got himself into this mess with a subtle, horrific smile and speak.
“ I’m-- a whore --... I’m your-- fucking whore..! ”
It’s like he could feel his ears turn red. A phantom of a blush as Jacob’s hot skin warmed him up, built him up and tore him down all at once. He didn’t even anticipate Jacob cumming until he did . He snaps his hips into Edwards tight cunt one last time and he gets bred like a bitch in heat, cum overwhelmingly flooding his womb as he’s finally allowed to drop his head into the cold surface of the sink with eyes rolling back to his skull. Breathing is difficult, the ringing in his ears is impossible but fuck, he has Jacob. He has Jacob .
Jacob pulls out, and Edward sighs at the lewd sensation of thick cum running down his thighs. He can still feel Jake’s cock press against his thigh and looking at it makes him moan once he recognizes how big it really was.
Jacob, as exhausted as Edward was, breathes onto his neck again and groans. Leaning in and pressing inconspicuous kisses onto the side of his neck all in recognition that there’s still affection and adoration here.
And it’s almost as if they’re reading each other's minds, when Edward slowly reaches a trembling hand in between his legs, pushing Jacob’s cock up and realigning it up to his bruised cunt for another round.