Jacob Sartorius Imagines

My Greatest Mistake pt. 2 (sad/dirty)

this is emotional again oops

Y/N's pov

As he walked into our bedroom, I stopped in the doorway, waiting for him to speak. He stood at the foot of the bed, and turned his head toward me.

"Get on the bed." his voice was monotone and emotionless. Jaw still tightly clenched.

My eyes widened in complete shock, my mouth now slightly ajar. I was stunned. What did he just say?

"Y/n. Please!" Jacob's voice deepened, and his fists clenched slightly, a frown forming across his stone face. He looked fuming. "Y/N. Get, on the bed!" his voiced boomed and made me jump.

He would never hurt me. He just wouldn't. What was going on? Confusion and fear was written all over my face, and he could see it. I knew he would never do anything to scare me, but right now I was petrified.

He lowered and calmed his voice slightly. "I'm not going to hurt you y/n." But his words didn't ease my anxiety. My breathing became heavier and my body completely froze. "I need to know it's still the same..." he croaked. His words filling our bedroom, which now felt freezing cold.

I watched his face, I felt like he was slowly unravelling in front of me. He was beginning to show some emotion: Anger. Hurt. Disappointment.

"I don't know how long ago you did this... But.. but if I don't sleep with you right now... If I go away, if I leave now and think about this, over and over again, I'll never want to sleep with you ever again..." he looked down at the floor sorrowfully, and then back up to me. He was devastated. "Y/n, I need to sleep with you. Right now. Get on the bed." He pleaded.

Every hair on my body stood on end. I realized the position I had put him in. We had spent nearly 3 years together, and they were perfect, until now. Looking at the freshly made bed, the white sheets reminded me of that little white piece of paper, my eyes darted back and locked with his.

I shuffled towards him, and sat on the end of our bed, looking up at my boyfriend. Jacob slowly knelt down, so his face was level with mine. Seeing him this angry, I realized what a physical advantage he had over me. He was huge, and loomed over my small frame. The fists at his sides eased open, knuckles still white, but his jaw remained tightly clenched.

His eyes were still, not meeting mine. He looked like a statue, stone and solid, like there was no blood running through his veins. I leant forward to kiss his lips, but he turned away, and then very slowly shook his head. Oh.

I looked down, and my heart sank. It was clear that he was raging. His calmness was chilling and obviously forced. I knew he didn't feel any affection towards me right now, but there was desperation in his actions. I hoped, that like me, he just didn't want to throw away all that we had built together. But I could feel everything crashing down around me.

I could see Jacob was putting all his efforts into staying controlled. In this moment, I couldn't predict his actions, I felt like he could erupt at any second. It was in his volatile nature to blow up. Whenever we had angry, passionate fights, we were the perfect match; trying to out-scream each other, slamming doors, but always softly making up afterwards. I had never seen him react like this though. It made me feel sick.

His big hand rose, and I intently watched, wondering what he would do. I felt like I wanted him to slap me, just to make this reality, to feel something. But he didn't. He placidly stroked my bare shoulder, and my breath hitched as his skin touched mine. I realised now Jacob wouldn't look me in the eye. He watched his finger slip into the strap of my top and push it downwards.

"Up," he mumbled, and as I raised my arms, both his hands cautiously pulled up my white top. Everything was in slow motion; I could feel each inch of fabric as it left my skin.