Jacob Sartorius Imagines

A Little Company pt. 2 (dirty)

this is hella long oops

Your breath caught in your throat at the sheer filth of his words, eyes widening almost comically. Jacob was staring at you hungrily, his eyes raking up and down your body and making you feel like you were being studied under a microscope. But oddly enough, you didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, you craved his attention, his lustful looks.

"He won't," you whispered, tilting your head up in a hesitant invitation.  Jacob made a low, rumbling sound in his throat. A moment later, his lips were pressed firmly against yours, his hands gripping the sides of your face tightly. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut, your hands flying to the first thing you could find in an attempt to steady yourself. His groaned as you gripped his waist, your fingertips digging into his skin.

"Fuck," Jacob growled against your lips.

His left hand left your jawline, fingers tangling in your hair; his actions were hasty, and you reciprocated them with an equal amount of urgency. You couldn't get enough of him, unable to keep your hands off of his body.

"Gonna fuck me?" You whimpered, and another growl escaped Jacob's lips. He nodded rapidly, still trying to keep your lips connected as you both gasped for air.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, his right hand dropping down your body to grip tightly at your left hip, "Real good."

"Shit," you whispered, your body heating up at his words.

You both stood there, kissing heavily for what felt like an eternity. It was only when Jacob's hands slid down your body and cupped the backs of your thighs that you remembered the ultimate goal of the night. You clung to Jacob as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you out of the kitchen.

Everything outside of his lips was a blur. You couldn't be bothered with worrying about the narrow doorways, the possibility of a stumble, the chance that Payton could walk through the front door at any moment and discover your situation. Jacob's lips were soft yet demanding against your own, and your skin was searing hot wherever his hands touched you. It was simply impossible to care about anything else.

After a few methodical movements, Jacob was setting you down onto the couch in the lounge. You pulled away from his lips momentarily, noting that the television had been turned off and the room was now as dark as night. You looked up at Jacob, your eyes scanning his face for any signs of hesitation. You didn't want to stop, and you prayed that he felt the same way.

"You good?"

His question startled you—it was like he had read your mind. You opened your mouth to respond, but your voice had abandoned you, leaving you to nod your head rapidly.

"Yeah...," you choked out, "...you?"

"I'm perfect," Jacob told you, and you couldn't help but to grin up at him. He returned your smile before leaning back down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was softer than you had expected. Your fingertips danced up the smooth skin of his back before gripping his shoulders, squeezing lightly and making him groan into your mouth.

"You need to be naked," Jacob mumbled against your lips.

You nodded, pushing yourself up and reaching for the hem of your shirt. Jacob sat back, watching with hungry eyes as you pulled the top from your body swiftly, dropping the fabric onto the floor next to the sofa. With a teasing smirk, you reached back, fingers unclipping your bra without any hesitation.

"Better?" you teased.

Jacob swallowed heavily, which only made your amusement grow. His eyes were fixated on your chest as your bra joined your t-shirt on the floor. You laid down once more, inviting Jacob to resume his position above you.