Jacob Sartorius Imagines

Pretend That You Don't Want Me (dirty)

hey everyone sorry i've been being a lazy bitch lately and i haven't written anything, this is a really old imagine from my last book and it's pretty cringe. enjoy tho

You stared over at Jacob sitting on the couch next to you. He didn't seem to notice your intense gaze, as his eyes were still glued to the bright glow of the laptop placed on his lap. Jacob had told you about some important emails that Tony wanted him to sort through, so you imagined that he was doing that now.

You leaned over to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Your hand moved up his red cotton tee shirt, feeling his abs. He looked down at you with a neutral expression as you shot him a seductive smile.

"Hey," you whispered, "how about we go upstairs?" You suggested in his ear, feeling him shutter under your voice. You smirked in response, loving the feeling of having an impact on him.

"How about later, babe. I've got some emails to sort through." He shot you an innocent smile that irked you. Innocence was the last thing you wanted from him right now. Frustrated, you moved your lips to his neck, taking advantage of his weakness.

You felt Jacob's breath hitch and a vein make an appearance under his skin. "Y/n, come on," he chuckled, sounding nervous. He shrugged his shoulder, indicating for you to get off. You gave in and pulled off of his skin. You huffed as you leaned back against the opposite side of the couch.

You looked ahead at the television screen playing, although you had no interest in watching at all. You soon got bored again and leaned your head against the back of the couch.

You looked over at Jacob, taking in his appearance. The first thing you noticed was the fresh hickey on his neck, which you had just left seconds ago. His hair was perfectly messy and hot. His loose red short sleeve shirt revealed his collar bone. Your eyes moved up and stared at his jawline. Sharp enough to cut a bitch. (SKSKSK)

You noticed the way his lips seemed to pour over a little, and his eyebrows creased together as he concentrated. Just like when he's pleasuring me. The dirty thoughts came pouring into your mind.

The way he holds my hips as he thrusts into me.

His heavy breathing in my ear.

His hazel eyes giving me a piercing stare

You unintentionally began to squeeze your thighs together. You once again leaned over to him. "Jacob, you're so hot." You said. You traced small patterns on his covered chest with your fingernail, knowing well that he appreciated the small sensation. "And you turn me on just by doing the slightest things." You continue, feeling his chest beginning to rise up and down slightly faster than before.

"Like when you bite your lower lip in concentration and crease your eyebrows. And your jawline, a perfect angle..." your soft voice trailed off as you moved your finger upwards, tracing his jaw. "And you know what really gets me going?" You waited a moment before continuing, waiting for an answer from Jacob, although you didn't expect to get one.

You got really close to his ear, and finally whispered, "When you pretend that you don't want me." You sucked on his earlobe as Jacob finally let out a deep groan. He quickly placed the laptop on the table beside him, pushing your body against the couch.

Jacob's lips slammed into yours. You melted into the kiss. His lips were so soft and warm, and the kiss was rough and heated. He pressed his bulge against you, letting out the slightest groan in your mouth.

As your tongues fought for dominance, you pulled at the bottom of his shirt. He pulled away for a second, only long enough to take off the shirt. Once again, his lips slammed into yours. You smirked into the kiss, knowing you had finally won.