Jacob Sartorius Imagines

Lost Memories pt. 2 (sad/dirty)

Hella long and also hella sad. It gets dirty though oof.

Part 2

You knew this was a bad idea. You knew that if you opened yourself up to Jacob again then it would just make everything a thousand times harder. You might not even be able to go through with it if you do this. But forgetting everything for a night would be a lot less painful than leaving without a single good thing to remember him by.

As soon as you gave a curt nod, his lips were pressed against yours in a needy kiss. You couldn't help the feeling of adrenaline running through your body when you felt his lips press to yours for the first time in weeks. Despite everything that's happened, you felt so protected and secure in his arms with him cradling you.

From the shaking of Jacob's hands, you could tell he was as nervous as you. He kissed you harshly, while you stayed frozen in his grasp.

He wanted it to be real, but you didn't know if you should join in on the fantasy, knowing it would be over before you knew it. He wrapped both arms around you, hoping that with time, you'd come around and move your lips in sync with his. But all you could think about was the bitter memories.

You let your impulse take over though, choosing to listen to the last piece of your heart he still owned, instead of your brain screaming to stop. Just as he gave up and pulled away, you took him by surprise, pushing him against the bed so his knees would give against it and he was sitting on the edge of the mattress.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, the blood flowing rapidly in your cheeks, making them look completely flushed. You moved onto his lap and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours again.

Jacob lifted his hands from the bed and glided them across your back until he was steadying you on top of him. Suddenly, it felt like everything was gone. All the bad memories and the thoughts to come vanished and it was just the two of you. He was yours and you were his. Like it should've been. Like it should be.

He only pulled away from you when he felt dizzy from not taking in any breath. He watched the look on your face, your eyes no longer watery but still glossy, as if you could burst into sobs any second. This moment wasn't about sadness or lost hope though, it was about being lovers one last time before everything changed.

His eyes trail down the front of your body, his heart warming when he saw that you were wearing his sweatshirt. And as much as he loved to see it on you, there was no way he'd take away the chance to see your beautiful body exposed to him one last time. He raised the gray material up, your bare skin showing him that you weren't wearing another shirt beneath it.

"I don't get what I did to deserve you," he mumbled, as if this wasn't the last time he'd get to say that you were his to have. "You're gorgeous. So fucking stunning."

Once the sweater was pulled off and thrown onto the ground, he kissed the skin around your ribs before moving up to the valley of your breasts. Your chest rose as you felt the contact of his warm lips on your cold skin. The feeling of his tongue gliding over the swell of your naked breast already overwhelmed you.

"S-Shirt..." you stuttered, wishing he'd hurry up and take his own off so you could feel him against you.

"Anything for you" he said, pulling away from your breast so he could pull his shirt over his head. "I'm all yours."

He puts his lips back on you, but you can feel that it's different this time. It's slower but hungrier. You can feel the greed radiating from him because he knew this was the last time. He was going to bask in every moment he had with you right until it would eventually end.