Jacob Sartorius Imagines

Kisses and Cuddles (dirty)

^ok seriously NUT

Y/N's POV

It's nearing eight o-clock when Jacob puts in the third movie of the night. I look up from my lap, seeing that he put in Ratatouille. I smile at the childishness of my boyfriend. Jacob strides back to the couch, climbing over me so that he can lay behind me and cradle me.

We had stayed at home all day together, wearing nothing but our underwear and wrapping ourselves in blankets. The day consisted of baking cookies and watching children's movies. We partook in endless kisses and cuddles, showing each other nothing but affection all day.

After a few minutes of him playing with my hands, I can tell he doesn't want to watch the movie. "You bored?" I question, rolling over to face him.

He looks in my eyes and nods a little before smiling. "Honestly, Yeah."

"We don't have to watch this movie" I begin, he looks down at me without responding and just stares, his gorgeous hazel eyes on mine. I let him watch me as I watch him, both of us not doing anything in particular to catch the others attention, but that's just how we work. We captivate each other with nothing.

He presses his lips against mine for a second before pulling away. And then came another one for a bit longer, him poking his tongue out to run over my bottom lip. I open my mouth to allow him in, before sucking his bottom lip in as well.

In the process of our kissing, he moves to be on top of me, his arm tightly around my back, his knee in between my legs, his hand in my hair.

My eyes open when he pulls away and I watch as he burrows his face in the crook of my neck. He begins sucking marks into my skin, his marks, marking me as his own. The movie was long forgotten and his lips moved everywhere on my neck that they could, my fingers laced in his hair.

"Beautiful," He murmured, pulling his arm from behind my back and letting it run down the front of my body. His plump lips were still on my neck, my body quivering as his hand slipped beneath the fabric of my underwear, gliding a finger up my folds.

"Jacob," I whimpered softly, relishing in the feeling of his delicate touch.

He nodded against my neck  "I know love, I know." He presses a second finger down as well, the pressure increasing as he slides them slowly up and down, not pressing anywhere in particular but still managing to make me go crazy for him.

The pleasure builds after a few short minutes,  heat beginning to pool in my stomach. He has me gasping, tugging on his hair. "I'm Going to cum, please babe, please," I begged, and he stops, leaving me moaning in a frustrated agony.

Jacob's body shifts as he rises up to his knees, his fingers in his mouth. I watch as he sucks them in then pulls it out with a pop. I'm left breathless beneath him.

"Jesus..." I sigh as I watch him, his body flexing as he moves to grip himself, pulling out of his boxers.

"Will you..." He asks. It's more of a command than a question, and he already knows the answer.

He knees his way up my body, his erection prominent in my face. The head rested so close to my lips, which instantly fall open for him.

He's too big to take at once and he knows it, he uses the knowledge to his advantage. On rough nights he likes to gag me, but on slow nights, nights like tonight, he's easier, letting me take in as much as I can at my own pace.

I play my tongue around the head of him a little and watch as his eyes flutter shut. Then I watch them come back open as his jaw drops, letting a moan escape through his pink lips.