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Jacob was drawn quite suddenly toward the Cullen house. He figured Bella had to be there, courting Edward again. He snuck up toward the house in which Edward lived with his parents and intended to until the marriage (he didn't understand why they did that, they clearly weren't Christian), and peeked in the window.
He saw Edward, but Bella was nowhere to be found. The Cullen kid was standing in the kitchen, seemingly alone, and also seemingly drinking orange juice straight out of the carton in front of the open refrigerator. He could see most of the room, and he didn't see anybody in the immediate vicinity. He still felt the need to be even closer to the place, and he had no idea, especially with Bella nowhere nearby.
Edward was putting the orange juice back in the fridge and seemed to sense that he was looking in the window. He bristled and turned, looking right into Jacob's eyes with his cold ones.
Usually, Jacob was unimpressed with Edward's attempts to frighten him or stare him down, but today, with this intense eye contact, he just needed Bella more. As Edward came toward the front door, though, and the feeling got stronger and stronger, Jacob began to think maybe it wasn't Bella he needed.
He took a step backward, hoping to flee from the house before Edward caught up with him and he did something he'd regret, either violently or otherwise, but the vampire was faster than he gave him credit for. He burst out of the front door and was caught up with Jacob in a flash, stepping in front of him and gripping the collar of his shirt.
"What are you doing here, wolf boy?" Edward spat, pushing him backward against the house in an effort to intimidate him.
It didn't work. Instead, Jacob's pants were becoming uncomfortably tight, his heart pounding, his breathing heavy. He didn't speak, afraid of what he'd say.
Edward's eyes flicked downward, and when he looked back up, he seemed confused, eyes wide.
Jacob was confused too, probably more than Edward was. He finally got the courage to speak, but wished he hadn't. "I don't know," he said in a pathetic whimper.
He knew pheromones were pouring off his body, but he had no idea why they were in this case. Edward seemed intoxicated by it, though, which Jacob didn't like how happy he was about.
The vampire put his free arm out, leaning forward against the house with his hand by Jacob's head. He leaned in, close to his lips. Far too close. Jacob's breathing was shaky now, and he knew Edward could tell how badly he needed him.
And that really was what was going on, wasn't it? He needed Edward right now. He didn't know what that meant with Bella, but right now, his brain was all fogged up with thoughts of Edward and his scent and his eyes and he couldn't bring himself to care.
He realized he'd have to bite the bullet and kiss Edward first. Whether it was some sort of game to him or he was just trying to ensure he had consent, Jacob didn't know, but he closed the space between their lips and groaned as Edward immediately deepened the kiss. He gasped as the other man let go of his shirt and used his hand to pin both of Jacob's above his head.
This restraint was something new to him, and it was exciting. Jacob was used to being in control, as much as he could be as a shape shifter, anyway.
He desperately tried to press himself closer to Edward. He was panting now, his pants uncomfortably tight, and he probably couldn't speak without whimpering, which he was not going to be doing any time soon.
Edward unzipped Jacob's pants with his free hand, pulling out his cock and stroking it a few times. An involuntary whine escaped Jacob's throat as he felt the cold hand on him. A strange experience, and not a very pleasant one, but Edward's hand warmed up and it became more pleasurable.
He gasped as Edward ran his thumb over his tip, smirking at him. "Excited?"
Jacob groaned. "Please!" He couldn't think of any other words.
Edward unzipped his own pants, letting go of Jacob's wrists as they each removed pants and underwear. He then spun him around, pressing him against the wall. Jacob braced himself with both hands against the side of the house, his arms out straight, bending over at Edward's instruction.
As Edward parted his cheeks to get to his hole, Jacob let out another pathetic whimper.
The vampire pushed one finger inside of him, to the second knuckle, and he moaned as if he were already being fucked. He needed this so badly. Edward seemed surprised at the fact that he was wet, which he didn't particularly understand until he remembered that humans and vampires didn't self lubricate in the way he did.
After Edward got over his initial shock, he pressed his finger further inside of Jacob, who bit his lip. He didn't want to make too much embarrassing noise, at least not this early on, but that was proving to be difficult.
Edward began thrusting his finger in and out of Jacob, making him whimper again. He let out a louder moan as Edward added a second finger, stretching him out. If this felt this fucking good, he couldn't even begin to imagine how good Edward's cock was going to feel inside of him.
He looked back at Edward, who still has that stupid smirk on his face. He could hardly look at Edward without getting goosebumps, more flustered than he had been before, if possible. They were mostly in the shade at the moment, so only the upper half of Edward's face and parts of his hand and arm (the hand Jacob could see) were in the sun, sparkling.
Jacob looked back at the wall, using the watched-pot-never-boils technique in hopes that Edward would fuck him sooner rather than later if he wasn't looking at him. His fingers felt good, really good, making him even wetter, but he knew that his cock would feel better, even, than his fingers.
He moaned again as Edward curled his fingers, searching for his prostate and finding it quickly. "Please," he gasped again, "Edward, please!"
Edward removed his fingers, which Jacob had known he'd have to do in order to fuck him (obviously) but the loss was still almost painful. He whimpered again. Edward wasn't touching him anymore, and it was only making him need him more.
Finally, finally, he felt Edward's cock against his ass. He wasn't pushing inside yet, probably teasing him, and it was working. "Please fuck me," Jacob whined, closing his eyes.
Jacob was so wet that Edward's cock made a squelching sound as he entered him. The other man thrusted his cock into Jacob all at once, surprising him and making him moan desperately. He realized as this happened that he'd never actually been fucked before, and this was a hell of an introduction to it.
Edward pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in with even more force. Even having been stretched beforehand and being so wet, Jacob knew that he was going to be very sore later, with the roughness that Edward was using. He couldn't bring himself to care at the moment, though.
He was holding onto the wall for dear life as Edward continued, nearly sobbing in pleasure. He cried out loudly, so loudly he was shocked that the neighbors weren't rushing over to see what was wrong.
Edward grunted with each thrust, now grabbing hold of Jacob's hips for more leverage. Jacob moaned loudly as he was pulled backward onto Edward's cock over and over, the slapping sound of his ass meeting Edward's hips almost loud enough to drown it out.
The other man leaned forward to speak into his ear, not slowing down. "You want me to come inside you, don't you?" he asked, and Jacob could hear the smirk in his voice.
Jacob, to his own surprise, realized that he did want that, he really did. More than anything, actually, so that was probably why he was screaming, "Yes! Fuck me, yes!"
Edward straightened back up, grabbing the short hair on the back of Jacob's head and using it to pull his head back. He used his other hand to reach around Jacob and grab hold of his aching cock, so swollen with arousal that it was painful at first. Jacob winced, but then moaned as Edward started pumping his cock, using Jacob's own slick as lube on it.
"Oh, fuck!" he was stuttering now, his hands fists against the wall.
Edward buried himself so deep inside Jacob that he was surprised his stomach didn't bulge out and stopped thrusting, grunting as he filled him.
That was enough to push Jacob over the edge, his eyes rolling back as he came all over the grass at his feet and Edward's hand. He screamed Edward's name in an embarrassingly high pitched voice and arched his back.
It seemed like Edward was coming forever, but when he finally stopped, Jacob still didn't feel sated. He stood bent over, panting, with Edward still inside him, for a few moments as he recovered from his orgasm, then squeezed around Edward in hopes of arousing him again.
Edward was still very much hard, so he didn't have to be told twice. His hands went back to Jacob's hips, one of them wet with a mixture of Jacob's come and slick.
He was going even harder than before, if that were possible, and Jacob was loving every second of it. "Fuck! Edward!" He cried out. He was shuddering with pleasure as Edward slammed into him, sobbing, hoping this would never end.
"You like that? You want my come again?" Edward grunted.
"Fuck! Yes!" Jacob shouted. "Please, fill me up, get me pregnant!"
He didn't entirely know what he'd said, but it seemed to surprise Edward enough that he paused for a moment, which Jacob didn't like. He realized after a moment that he'd requested to be impregnated, which was not only impossible but also far too intimate for this encounter.
Edward leaned down close to his ear again. "You want me to breed you?"
Before he knew what he was doing, Jacob was screaming, "Yes! Breed me full of your babies!"
Edward seemed to like that, slamming into Jacob again and increasing his pace as Jacob moaned and sobbed his name. He grunted, again thrusting as far into Jacob as possible to deposit his hot seed.
Jacob moaned as he came for the second time all over the grass, one hand going to his stomach as he pictured himself getting pregnant by Edward. To his surprise, his belly began expanding as Edward continued fucking him through his orgasm. "Fuck, fuck!" He cried and rubbed his belly, feeling it expanding further with no indication of stopping soon.
Edward noticed this and reached around Jacob, rubbing his belly. He thrusted harder and faster and came far more quickly and harder than before. He finally pulled out of Jacob, panting hard, but kept his hand on Jacob's expanding belly.
Jacob straightened up and turned, falling back against the Cullen house to support himself. His black T-shirt was stretching and at the moment it looked almost like a crop top. It had been sort of tight before, but it was close to ripping now. If he had to guess, he'd say he looked about four months pregnant.
Edward's hands were all over Jacob's belly. "Fuck, you're blowing up like a balloon," he murmured, stepping closer.
It hadn't stopped when Edward stopped coming in Jacob, which was what he'd been expecting to happen. This was weird. He took off his shirt just before it ripped and looked down at his belly. He had stretch marks on the sides of his belly where it had grown so quickly, and it was itchy in a way he'd never experienced. The skin was pulled taut around his stomach.
All thoughts left his head as he felt a movement like an animal crawling across his stomach from the inside. "What the fuck?"
Edward looked at him with concern, removing his hands. "What's going on?"
"I don't know," Jacob replied as he felt another movement. They were quickly becoming more and more intense.
Edward placed his hands placed on Jacob's belly, which was still expanding, but a bit more slowly now. "You really are pregnant," he said definitively. "I can feel the baby moving from outside."
"What?" Jacob asked, not particularly upset about it. In fact, the idea of being pregnant with Edward's baby sent a rush of excitement through him. If he really was pregnant, that seemed like the best thing that could happen to him.
The other man removed his hands from Jacob's belly and looked down at it. He was far enough along now that they could see movements from the outside.
Jacob traced along where a lump, probably an elbow or a foot, had formed and quickly vanished. He was beginning to have trouble breathing as he entered what must be equivalent to the eighth month of pregnancy.
"You need to sit down," Edward said as he noticed this and took him by the arm, leading him toward the house. Jacob was having trouble walking properly, having to stop every few steps to catch his breath because of the baby, and on top of that, he'd been right about soreness from Edward's cock.
He put his free hand behind his back, supporting the weight of the baby, which felt more like a toddler inside him, but then again, maybe he just hadn't had time to get used to this added weight. It had come on very suddenly.
Edward sat Jacob at the table in the Cullen house, and he quickly folded his arms on the table and dropped his head into them, closing his eyes. "What did you do to me, Edward Cullen?"
"Apparently impregnated you," Edward said, the smile evident in his voice, as he put his hand on Jacob's belly again.
Jacob was as round as a basketball at this point, and his breathing wasn't getting any easier. He felt like he was going to burst open and whatever a werewolf-vampire hybrid looked like would just come out of his abdominal cavity on its own.
The idea of having Edward's baby was more and more appealing, and he wished he'd put his pants back on so that his arousal would be less obvious.
Edward smirked at him. "Need some help?"
Jacob felt his cheeks getting hot, and he was going to shake his head but realized he probably couldn't reach around his massive belly in order to jerk himself off, and he really was getting desperate, so he nodded.
Edward touched him, just barely, and he moaned. Jacob rubbed his belly as Edward stroked him, and it was more pleasurable than the first time Edward had fucked him. He tilted his head back, moaning Edward's name.
His first contraction began as he came onto the Cullen's table. He groaned, leaning back forward onto the table. It was painful, but almost in a good way.
Edward came around the chair and rubbed Jacob's shoulders, apparently forgetting his hand was covered in Jacobs come. He didn't mind, it was arousing, and the baby continued moving almost nonstop. He moaned as the contractions got closer together, giving him almost no time to breathe in between. It was logical that such a fast pregnancy would end in a fast birth, but he'd hardly had time to think about it.
Jacob felt a gush of wetness between his legs, and he knew it was more than just arousal, although he was hard again. "Help me onto the floor," he gasped, reaching out his hand, and Edward obliged, seeming both concerned and aroused.
He groaned as he laid flat on his back. The baby was going to be coming soon, any second, it seemed. Edward placed his hand on Jacob's chest, which he was just now realizing was sore. He glanced at it and realized his pecs had expanded enough to look like A cup breasts, and they were leaking milk. He looked up at Edward, eyes wide.
He didn't have too much time to be surprised about his new breasts, because he could feel the baby's head pressing against his prostate, and that mixed with the sensation of milk dribbling down his sides was enough to make Jacob come again, onto his belly this time. The thick liquid, even his own, hitting his skin was an intoxicating feeling.
"Oh fuck, I think it's coming out," he groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Edward went around him and looked between his legs, then nodded. "I can see the head."
Jacob threw his head back, panting and moaning as he felt the baby's head emerging.
Edward placed his hand underneath the baby's head, helping him push the baby out and taking it in his arms. He placed the baby (a boy) onto Jacob's chest, smiling.
Jacob looked at the baby and understood why he'd been so drawn to Edward so suddenly. He'd imprinted on his DNA, the part of it that was going to make this baby. He felt a love like none he'd even felt before, like his love for his family but even stronger, toward the child. He put his hand on the child's back, smiling back at Edward.
The baby seemed full term, which was quite strange seeing as Jacob hadn't even been pregnant yet a couple of hours ago, but he was glad. He kissed the top of the child's head before placing him against one of his nipples so he could eat. If the baby was going to grow as fast as he had inside of Jacob, he needed to eat.