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Out Hunting

Jacob Seed x F!Reader

Word Count: 6K

Warnings: NSFW/18+ Minors DNI

P in V Smut, !Dom themes, Edging, Language

Jacob goes hunting, only to be followed by the deputy. Things don't go as planned, which might not be such a bad thing.

This was inspired by and loosely based on the fic by @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen. Go give their story the love it deserves!

A/N: 6K words, every single one of them an excuse to justify making this NSFW... So yeah, here you go! Bye!

*runs into the goddamn hills*

The forest at night was quiet, in the winter even quieter. Most would be put off by the lack of noise or natural ambience, not Jacob. He looked forward to these moments in time; these few chances he could be alone without the constant voices in his ear asking for orders or giving him updates on troop movements. His solo, night-time hunting trips were special to him.

The crunch of the frozen ground underneath was the only sound in the forested hills and it marked his slow pace through the trees. His bare hands adjusted the quiver strap around his shoulders while he tapped out his favorite tune on the side of his compound bow. With breath billowing out around him, Jacob thought about how the snow would make his hunts even nicer; game would be easier to track, and there was a peacefulness in the way a thick blanket of snow could dampen sound. He made a mental note to go hunting more often after the first snowfall.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

The faint static voice that came through the radio speaker, no doubt meaning to catch him off-guard, didn’t deter him or even slow his pace as he brought his radio up to respond.

“Hm. Don’t spoil it.” he couldn’t help the slight tease in his voice.

The deputy was quick to respond back, he could hear her smile “Me? Spoil big, bad Jacob’s hunt? Perish the thought. Although, you must be getting cold by now, no gloves tonight?”

The smile that crept across his face was automatic and he was glad it was a dark night with no moon, “Oh, I’m not cold. I enjoy it.” He casually scans the woods in front of him “But you, I bet you’re all bundled up.”

“Wouldn’t want the sound of my teeth chattering to give away my position.”

“That would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” he listened intently around him, hoping to hear a laugh or a snort from somewhere out there in the dark, but got nothing.

“Does it bother you, not knowing where I am? I can see you looking and listening for me. Are you losing your touch, old man?”

He barked out a laugh, not even bothering to press talk on the radio, let the deputy hear it from where they are, maybe she’ll take the bait.

“Oh ho, sounds like someone believes they’re still young.”

He took his time responding, not even bothering to cover his grin or conceal it from his voice “So you’re within ear shot… good to know. Which means you’d be able to hear my little music box—sound travels far on a cold night like tonight.”

He was met with deafening silence, until “You’re fucking bluffing.”

“I don’t know kitten, am I? Can you afford to find out?”

“Why on earth would you bring that awful thing with you on a hunt?”

“Well, I know you’ve been following me out the past couple of times…which makes me curious about something—you’ve gotten bold enough to the point where you spoke up tonight. I wonder why?”

Faced with silence, he continued talking, enjoying the corner he’s put her in “It must be that you have a gun pointed at me, or you’ve found a good place to hide—you think you’re safe.”

When more time passed and there was still no response, Jacob laughed “Aw, did I scare you off? Maybe I should bring out the box, I’d love for you to join me.” he began to reach in his pants pocket, taking his time, knowing that the deputy must be weighing her options. He began to sing the familiar tune softly “Onnly youu—”

“Bring your hand out of that pocket and I’ll shoot.”

He stopped walking “Hm, now who’s bluffing?” He wanted to test her, to push her into action.

Very slowly, he began to withdraw his hand from his pocket, but he wasn’t holding his music box—she was right, he hadn’t brought it with him. Instead, he had an extra radio, smaller and lightweight, vaguely square shaped; something he stored in his pocket as a backup. Just as his fingers appeared, obviously wrapped around something, a muffled pop sounded in the distance to his right. A split second later it was followed by a bullet that whizzed past his left shoulder.

“A little too far to the left, kitten.” He teased, dropping the small radio back into his pocket and starting to walk again.

“Next time I won’t be.”

. . .

You watched through your rifle’s scope as Jacob put his hand back in his pant pocket and continued walking leisurely, a big grin stretched across his face. What a bastard. He wasn’t responding on the radio which set alarm bells off, he was up to something.

Shifting in place while laying on your belly, you looked through the slight gap in a rock formation a ways off to the right of where Jacob was walking. As he disappeared behind a thicket of trees—kicking your instincts into high alert, you decided it was time to switch positions.

Quickly picking up your rifle, you got to your feet and spun around, you were busy watching your footing—careful not to catch any rocks or make noise, when there was a rustle to your left. You looked up just in time to see Jacob moving toward you, fast.

“Motherfucker” you cursed, throwing the strap of your rifle over your shoulder and whirling around, scrambling up the rock formation.

But before you could get halfway up, you felt a rough hand grab you by the ankle and yank you back down. Pain shot through your shoulder as you landed hard on the rocks below and you were only dimly aware of your rifle being stripped off your back.

“Not so tough anymore, huh?” Jacob’s triumphant, rough voice sounded from over your shoulder, close to your ear, and you felt something sharp pressing into the side of your neck.

You gave him a growl, cracking your eyes open to stare down at the rocky ground “Smug bastard.”

“I thought you knew better than to give away your position with a warning shot.”

You huffed, shifting to try and face him, but the knife pressed harder into your neck, making you freeze, “Guess I got a little too excited.”

There was a dark chuckle and the pressure from the knife lessened a little, hot breath fanned across the back of your neck, “You’ve gotta be better than that, kitten.”

“Given another chance, I would have shot you—right in your knee. Let’s see you hunt me down from a goddamn wheelchair.”

His beard hairs tickled the back of your neck as his lips ghosted over your skin, sending shivers down your spine “I don’t think you would have.” The knife disappears from your throat and rough hands pull your arms behind your back, making you hiss from the flare of pain in your shoulder. Sitting you up on your knees, still facing you away from him, he continues “I think it would end the same way as it has right here.”

“Careful…” you tease with a low growl, grabbing at his shirt behind you and giving it a weak tug with your trapped wrists “I might just prove you wrong.”

He grunts and you can feel his teeth brush along your ear “I’m curious to see what you’d do without a rifle…”

“I’d claw your eyes out.” You meant it to sound like a threat, but with Jacob so close—his teeth nipping occasionally at the sensitive spot behind your ear, it comes out breathless and flustered.

Jacob laughed, a deep, rumbling noise from his chest. You almost couldn’t believe you were hearing it, that had to have been the first time he’s ever actually laughed around you. You would have remembered hearing something like that before.

His lips traced a line down your neck and to the back of your jaw, nipping at your soft skin along the way “So feisty…”

“Let go of me and I’ll show you just how feisty I can be...” this time you didn’t sound breathy, your voice was firm, threatening even.

Jacob moved back, leaving you suddenly cold. There’s a shuffling from your wrists behind you as he holds them with one hand and uses his other to grip you by the jaw, calloused fingers pressing into your cheeks. He turns your head to look at him. Sharp blue eyes peer down at you with an intensity that makes your knees weak—all for the wrong reasons. You felt incredibly small looking up at him now, all your previous confidence beginning to shrivel in the face of this mountain of a man.

He gave you a threatening smile, eyes narrowed with a glint to them “I don’t believe you.”

You grumbled in response, casting your glare into the ground, trying not to sound defeated “Well, either way, it would hardly be a fair fight. It’s like asking a house cat to take on a grizzly bear.”

That dark chuckle returned and he brought his face closer to yours, tilting it up so you had nowhere to look but back at him. A slow grin spread across his features “I like that analogy.” His eyes flickered down and back to yours “But fights are hardly ever matched up evenly, there’s no room for fair. Nature isn’t—”

You huffed “Yeah, yeah—nature isn’t fair and all that. I’ve gotten the lecture already…”

His eyes narrowed, fingers pressing harder into your cheeks “You’ve got quite the attitude, kitten. Hasn’t anybody ever taught you to respect your superiors?”

Despite the grip he had on your face, you managed a smirk “Well you tried, once or twice—don’t think it really worked though.”

His face leaned in close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath fan out against you, making you shiver “Maybe it’s time for another lesson.”

“Oh boy, what is it going to be this time? Beat me into submission, starve me into submission, lecture me into submission?”

Jacob let go of your face and wrists, getting to his feet and stepping away from you. Spinning around to face him, you noticed he had your rifle on his back. “I was hunting for deer tonight, but…” He looked down at his watch “You have a two-minute lead…starting now.”

You blinked at him incredulously for a moment and he looked up at you with an amused expression “Get going. You’re gonna need it.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out before dashing away into the forest. “You’ve got to be fucking joking.”

After running for a little while, you skidded and dove into a sizable burrow under an uprooted tree and tried to control your breathing while looking out through the medium sized hole. You knew Jacob was a good hunter, but could he really track you that well at night? After a few minutes of silence, you wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering from a mixture of the cold and the knowledge that Jacob was out there somewhere, hunting you.

Not another minute had passed before little sprinkles of dirt fell on your shoulder, you glanced at them and felt a sinking in your stomach before a large hand came through the burrow opening, grabbing you by the jacket and hauling you out. You landed, stomach first, on the hard ground with a thud, wincing, before the heavy weight of Jacob’s knee pressed down on your back, pinning you.

He laughed from above, leaning down over you, hands pressing into the dirt on either side of your head, whispering into the crook of your neck “Not good enough.”

You growled back, trying to wriggle out from under him “I knew I should have shot your fucking knees out!”

The weight disappeared for a moment before it was replaced with something even heavier, pressing all the air out of you. You felt Jacob’s knees on either side of your hips; one of his hands ran through your hair while the other came around to grip your neck, both moving suddenly in unison to pull you up, arching your back, and tilting you head so that your face was close to his.

His husky voice sounded right next to your ear and even though you couldn’t see him, you swore that asshole was grinning like a fool. He pressed his lips to your pulse as he spoke “Tell me how hiding in a burrow was a good idea? Hm?”

The warmth of his mouth on your exposed neck gave you goosebumps, and when you failed to respond Jacob laughed softly and bit down, hard enough to draw blood. A small whine rose from your throat and you tried your best to choke it off, but by the way that Jacob’s breathing paused, you knew he heard it. After another second he licked at the bite mark, drawing his tongue across it slowly. Your breathing turned ragged as you struggled to control the noises that threatened to escape.

“That’s your punishment for getting caught, this time.” Something in his words made your thighs flex together and you let out a strained breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

Jacob let go of your neck and hair, letting you fall flat against the ground again before standing. Instead of getting to your feet, you rolled onto your back, propping yourself up on your elbows. It was a mistake, because Jacob was still sanding with his legs on either side of your hips. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he brought his expression back under control.

However, when he didn’t say anything, you decided to test your luck. Slowly, you pushed yourself up to sit on your knees, never looking away from Jacob. He didn’t seem to react, his poker face holding firm, but his breathing did quicken just a little as he continued to stare down at you with those intense blue eyes.

With a quiet voice, very aware of the implications of your position, you asked “How long of a head start do I have this time?”

He didn’t answer immediately, but when he did, his voice sounded coarse “One minute, 30 seconds.”

You didn’t say anything else as you began to get to your feet, never breaking eye contact until you turned and sprinted off into the dark. While running, you had a hard time getting the image of Jacob out of your mind, the feeling of his hands on your neck and running through your hair. Were they as gentle at first as you imagined they were? But the hardest thing was trying to forget the smell of him; earth and pine, wood smoke—they filled your head, lingered on your clothes, clogged your senses.

Coming up on another burrow, you didn’t even consider it, but then a different idea crossed your mind as you saw the uprooted tree leaning against a cluster of other trees. Trying to be quick about it, you took off your jacket, shivering against the cold air, and tossed it into the hole, just enough to catch a glimpse of it. Then, you climbed up the leaning tree and pulled yourself up into the strong limbs of an oak, crouching down in its thick, tangled branches high above the burrow entrance.

Jacob was used to being the hunter, so why would he ever look up?

Not long after getting to your position in the tree you heard the smallest sound of footsteps from down below. Jacob’s big frame stood out in the dark as he snuck around the side of the burrow, you saw his head shake a little—no doubt from catching the glimpse of your jacket and assuming you had made the same mistake twice. As he reached inside you thought you could hear him click his tongue in disappointment. You prepared yourself as you saw his frame go still, feeling just your jacket in his grasp.

The leap down from the branches wasn’t the hard part, it was landing on Jacob in a way that would take him down to the ground with you and hopefully knock him unconscious. But you didn’t have such luck as your chest collided with his shoulders—not his head, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You heard a grunt as Jacob collapsed on the frozen ground under you with a heavy thump—rifle and bow falling and clattering off into the dirt. Struggling to get air into your aching chest, you crawled off of him frantically, your fingers trying to find purchase in the solid ground.

But Jacob was quicker to recover as he grabbed after you. Spinning onto your back, you did your best to kick him off. His grip was strong though, and he was soon over you, pinning you down by your wrists, arms above your head. You panted hard, out of breath—all you could do was glare up at him, and he laughed.

He brought his face down, inches from yours, a grin spread over his lips “Clever, but still not good enough.”

“Eat. A. Dick.” You panted, your body starting to shiver now from a mixture of adrenaline and the cold.

This only made Jacob grin wider “Hm. Where did a pretty little mouth like that learn to say such horrible things?”

You thought the blush that crept up your face might glow in the dark. Twisting your mouth, you growled “I would have fucking had you if I had gotten your head instead of your shoulders—you’d be passed out like a—.”

“Ah, but you didn’t.” his eyes roamed down over your face “And now it’s time for your next punishment.”

You felt your throat go dry as he shifted his grasp to hold both your arms above your head with one hand, using his other to tilt your chin up, exposing the full length of your neck. Without your puffy winter jacket, you were wearing just a cotton tank top and you regretted that choice as his eyes trailed down your neck and over your chest.

Jacob started under your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses to your shivering skin, working his way down your throat. His hand slid down, fingers trailing along the side of your neck in an uncharacteristically gentle way. He reached the previous bite that he had given you and pulled at it with his teeth, making you hiss from the stinging pain. You felt his soft laugh against your skin before he moved past it and down to the curve of your neck.

You grumbled as he continued to nip and kiss along your collar bones “You know, this doesn’t seem like much of a punishment… Just seems like you’re looking for an excuse to put your mouth on me.”

There was a pause, Jacob’s lips stopping between your collar bones, you thought you felt him smirk briefly. His head raised up enough to meet your eyes with his, something burned in them that made jolts of electricity shoot straight between your legs “…You askin’ me to be rougher with you?”

Your face instantly flushed a deep red, all the way down to your neck “I—I’m…it’s…”

A slow smile crossed his face and you only blushed harder as you floundered for words, his voice was soft and low, “Kinda sounds like you want me to be rough.” He moved closer until his nose was almost touching yours, you felt his hand resting at the base of your neck, applying a light pressure as his thumb rubbed small circles that went lower and lower, beginning to tease just under the edge of your tank top.

Naturally stubborn and filled to the brim with snark, you spoke back through a smirk “Just curious about why you’re taking your sweet time getting to my punishment…”

A low grunt was all he offered as his hand moved from the base of your neck to your tank top strap. Hooking two fingers under it, Jacob pulled it to the side, letting it fall down your shoulder. Briefly his eyes traveled over the exposed skin and then back to meet yours.

You felt that his refusal to answer was something you could leverage “So, I’m gonna take a guess and say that you enjoy this—ah!”

He bit down on your shoulder, breaking the skin and leaving a very clear, crescent bite mark, and he was absolutely smirking as he did it. But what Jacob hadn’t expected was your reaction, instead of shrinking away from him, your back arched up—pressing yourself into him as a soft moan escaped your lips.

His breath tickled your chest as he moved down, nipping at the skin, amused eyes looking up to meet yours; half-lidded as you panted “Think you might be enjoying it too.”

“Shut up…” you hissed, trembling under the touch of his lips.

He hummed, with a little smile, hooking a finger under the edge of your tank top and pulling it down to expose the tops of your breasts, his finger dragging along through the valley of your cleavage. His eyes glanced up to yours as he bent down to kiss each swell, sucking hard and leaving marks on both.

“Which means your punishment won’t really be a punishment.” He growls lowly, moving to the dip in between your breasts and licking up the exposed length of it, making you shiver and eliciting another moan from you, this one a little louder.

His eyes catch yours and there’s a glint to them that makes your legs clench together and your heart pound “Hmm, what do I do with you, kitten?” You were left speechless, breath panting, as he gave you another slow look over. He motioned to your pinned arms with a nod “If I let you go, are you gonna behave?”

You nodded frantically; eyes wide. It made him laugh that wonderful, deep and rumbling sound. He brought his face in close, lips ghosting over yours as he tipped your chin up, blue eyes drilling into you “I want you to say it.”

Your voice was quick, needy “I—I’ll behave.”

Hot breath hit your face as his breathing quickened “Say it again.”

“Please, Jacob. I’ll behave for you.”

His voice was a deep growl in your ear as he leaned down to kiss under it “Perfect.”

You whined at the sound of his praise. You wanted more of it—craved it, and you knew he understood that from the way his grip tightened momentarily in response. The pressure on your wrists lifted slowly and by the time he had freed your arms completely, you were already moving them to wrap around his neck, running your fingers along the short stubble of hair on the lower half of his head and up to tangle in the longer strands at the top.

There was a quiet groan from him, and if he hadn’t been right next to your ear you weren’t sure you would have heard it. A second later, lips crashed into yours, it was so surprising you gasped. They were rough and chapped but everything you wanted as you began to kiss him back, moving your lips over his more frantically with every passing second.

His hands run down your sides, gripping and squeezing at your ribs until they found the bottom of your top and slid deftly under the fabric. His fingers were cold and sent shivers down your spine as they traveled up your skin to reach your breasts, cupping them in each hand.

Jacob swallows the moan you make and uses the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, sliding it against yours. A soft whimper escapes your throat at his forcefulness and it only serves to excite him more. His thumbs move to flick against your hard nipples, pinching and squeezing the soft skin. Your breathing has turned ragged now and you can feel your hips begin to move against him, seeking friction wherever you can find it.

He laughs softly, pulling his tongue out of your mouth and biting down on the bottom of your lip, fingers still pulling on your nipples. His dark and husky voice drives you wild “Someone’s impatient.”

The whine that escapes you again isn’t intentional, but still portrays exactly how desperate you are for relief. Shifting yourself, you move your legs so that Jacob’s knees are in between and lift them to wrap around his hips tightly. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you now and you buck your hips to rub along its length. Jacob moans, breaking the kiss and hanging his head for a moment, panting. Seeing his reaction to such a small movement and hearing his moan sends jolts of electricity straight to your stomach and you smile devilishly as you begin to grind your hips into his with more force.

His lips are back on yours again as he hungrily resumes kissing you, groaning louder from the feeling of your hips on him. Jacob’s hands move from your breasts to grip your lower back. Sitting up, he picks you up as if you weigh nothing, pulling you into his lap. Your hands move to run down his broad chest, feeling the defined muscle under his shirt, tracing over the chains of his dog tags as they snake down to the hem of his pants and fiddle with the clasp.

Strong hands gripped yours, moving them back, and a deep voice in your ear made you shiver with excitement “Not yet, kitten. I’m not done with you.”

Those same strong hands gripped under your thighs and tilted your torso down in a way that your upper back rested on the ground, legs moving to hook over Jacob’s broad shoulders as he remained sitting up. In one swift motion, he pulled your jeans down, revealing your soaked panties. Your face was aflame as he assessed the wetness between your legs, running a finger over the soaked fabric, then looking back to you.

“No point in keepin’ these—they’re ruined.” He said with a mischievous smirk just before tearing them off with a quick snap of the elastic. You squeaked in surprise, which excited him further as he looked down—eyes burning with desire as he took in the sight of your dripping pussy.

Your legs began tremble as he ran a finger through your wet folds once, then brought his mouth down to your entrance. His moan mixed with yours as his tongue dragged along your slit, tasting you, then pulling back to look down at you with a smirk as you fought for breath. When he bent down, bringing his mouth back in between your legs, he brought a hand up to spread you. This time he attacked your clit, pulling at it with his teeth, causing you to cry out and arch your back, your fingers digging into the dirt above your head.

Jacob hummed at your reaction, obviously pleased, his tongue swirling tight circles on your clit as he started to tease at your entrance with the tip of his finger. As your lower body began to tighten and coil, edged on by his finger only dipping into you up to the first knuckle, you tried to buck your hips, eager for more as your needy moans filled the night. Thankfully, he indulged you, slipping in his finger and pumping it—he groaned feeling you tighten around it and slipped in a second, curling them into you with a vigor that made your vision go white.

You were already getting close, legs starting to shake and tremble as you threw your head back, crying out. As you moved back against Jacob’s face, grinding your hips—trying to chase that rising high to the finish, Jacob moved away, pulling out his fingers and licking them clean. The look you gave him was pouting, full of disappointment. He wore a wry smile as he unhooked your legs from his shoulders and brought you back up into his lap in a flash.

“Don’t give me that look—needy little thing.” He teased, brushing his hands along your back as he pulled you close against him and kissed you roughly. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it slid into your mouth, intertwining with yours in a feverish dance.

Whimpering impatiently, your hands flew to the clasp of his pants and this time he allowed you to undo the button and zipper. You swallowed his low moan as your hand slipped down into his boxers, gliding along the full length of his hard cock and gripping it at the base. The tip was wet with beads of arousal that spilled over as you gave him a few slow pumps, relishing the way his breath hitched at the motion.

Jacob’s hands clawed at your back as you freed him from his pants, letting his girthy erection spring free. His skin was hot to the touch as you continued pumping him, twisting your hand as it neared the head. As you increased your speed his face fell into the curve of your shoulder, letting out breathy moans against your skin. The sudden sense that you were in control made you feel emboldened and confident, it was an addicting feeling.

After you felt more hot drips of precum falling on your hand, you used your thumb to swipe it over his tip, drawing little circles just under the lip of his head. Jacob let out a noise that was halfway between a growl and a moan, biting down on your shoulder when grabbing your hips wasn’t enough for him. You made a mental note to check them in the mirror the next chance you got, part of you was excited to see the bruises that would undoubtedly form.

Wiggling forward, you positioned yourself to line up with the head of Jacob’s throbbing cock, heart hammering out of your chest in anticipation. Putting one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself you sunk down, just enough to wrap yourself around his tip. His breathing was turning into ragged gasps now, shoulders tense with desire.

When you stopped at just the tip, his lips moved against your neck, teeth grazing your rapid pulse. It was a low warning, the sound of it gave you shivers “Tease me and you’ll regret it.”

You sank down on him a little further, gasping as you stretched around him. Having this control made you feel invincible, even if you were in the arms of the most dangerous man in the valley.

The grin that spread across your face leaked into your words as you teasingly whispered back “You know, I don’t think I will.”

There was a hard bite under your jaw in response, and at the same time Jacob thrusted up, burying himself in you to the base. You cried out at the overwhelming sensation of taking the entirety of his girth at once, which only encouraged him to do it again, pulling out to just the tip and then slamming it back in you. His thrusts started to speed up each time while his hands held your hips firmly, lips sucking at your neck, leaving it red and purple, occasionally a low groan slipped out of him.

Feeling that pressure in you begin to build again as your clit rubbed against him, your hands gripped his shoulders for support as you moved your hips down into his thrusts, matching his rhythm, making sure he was reaching as deep as possible.

“Fuck” Jacob hissed, gasping for breath into your neck, and you felt your walls flutter at the sound.

Your hips sped up, slamming down into him, desperate to hear him again. Soon, your thighs were starting to burn from the effort of going so fast and you panted for air, throwing your head back—steamy breath billowing out as you moaned. You were getting close again, eyes squeezing shut as you felt your release rushing forward.

But Jacob pulled himself out of you, leaving you feeling empty. Your fingers clawed deep into his shoulders as your piercing glare met his eyes. It was only for a second as he flipped you over from his lap, your bare knees and hands hitting dirt. There was a dark laugh from over your shoulder, a split second later you felt a sharp slap on your ass and his throbbing cock plunge itself back into you.

Just as you moaned out, the sound echoing through the forest, a tender hand ran through your hair before grabbing a fistful and yanking your head up, forcing you to arch your back. The other hand held onto your raised hips as Jacob began pounding hard into you from behind. You felt the force of his thrusts vibrate through your entire body.

“You like being in control?” He grunted from behind you in that dark, husky voice that made you clench around him “Well, now it’s my turn.”

Jacob slapped your ass again, the sharp sting adding to the pleasure of him stretching you out. The hand that was gripping your hip let go and you felt it brush your stomach as two fingers settled on your clit. Working precise circles on you, Jacob leaned down, never breaking the fast motion of his thrusts, and kissed the back of your neck.

His words were hitching and out of breath as he spoke in your ear “You’re going to come for me when I tell you to.” Your only response was a strangled moan and he pulled your hair back more, “Say it.”

Your walls squeezed at the sound of his firm command and he groaned, pressing his head into your shoulder for a brief moment. With a frayed voice you moaned, “I’ll come wh—when you tell me to!”

There was a hum of approval as he kissed the back of your shoulder. His breaths began to become hoarse and strangled, heard even over the furious sound of slapping flesh. It was enough to send you over the edge, but you wouldn’t dare come without his permission. Beads of sweat started to form on your brow as you held your orgasm back with increasing difficulty, biting down on your lip to try and control it.

Just as you thought you couldn’t handle anymore, tears welling in the corner of your eyes, his low growl sounded in your ear “Come for me, now.”

Releasing a strangled breath that quickly turned into a loud cry, you allowed your orgasm to wash over you, making you see stars. Faintly you could hear a guttural moan in your ear that made your legs shake and your head spin “Good girl.” There was a throbbing sensation, accompanied by a loud snarl, as Jacob spilled himself in you, his thrusts turning sloppy as he finished.

By the time you came back to your senses you felt Jacob’s hot breath against your back, pressing soft kisses into your spine as he pulled out of you slowly. You were still panting, unable to move as your legs trembled violently. Gentle hands guided you back to a sitting position and for a moment you forgot who you were with, shocked that such tenderness could come from Jacob.

You looked around at him as he laid on the ground, completely unbothered by the cold; his hands lingered on you, pulling you to join him as you felt goosebumps spread across your arms and legs. It was a perfect feeling as you nestled your head against his warm chest comfortably, his arms wrapping around your body to shield you from the cold.

His heart was still beating hard, thumping against your ear, filling the otherwise quiet night with noise. You wondered what was going through his mind as his fingers rubbed small circles into your back. He breathed in a deep and contented sigh, releasing it slow.

“This was better than hunting deer.” His voice vibrated from deep in his chest, it sounded like he might be smiling as he said it.

You couldn’t help but laugh “That’s high praise, coming from you.”

“I’ll be coming out here again soon…” one of his hands ran through your hair, brushing it back from your face, “Will you join me?”

“You can count on it.”

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A/N: This was my first time writing 18+, now that the seal is broken, you can expect more. If it was garbage, well...it can only get better from here, right? More FarCry5 stuff is on its way. I will pour my blood, sweat, and tears into this fandom, even if it's mostly dead.

Thank you to everyone who supports this dumpster fire, and the overall trash bin that is my work. Without you, everything I write would stay in my drafts folder ❤️

#jacob seed #x reader #wow 👀#i loved this so much

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