Jacob Sartorius Imagines

Geek (dirty)

this is cliché and kinda cringe but i wrote it over a year ago on my old imagines book

request: denim, f: "take it off"

Jacob's POV

I was finally pulled up into the driveway of my apartment building after another day of hell at college. I haven't eaten all day, and I only got 4 hours of sleep last night. I have no idea how I even got through the day without passing out.

My roommate's car wasn't out front so I was guessing I would have to be by myself tonight. I groaned while opening the door to my apartment and immediately flopped right down on the couch. I was too exhausted to even move. I pulled my phone from my back pocket and dialed my roommate, y/n.

"I made you a sandwich, it's sitting on the top shelf of the fridge." She said right when she answered the call.

I chuckled, "How do you always know what I need?" I could hear the sound of metal and a car start. She must be working at that car shop she loves so much. That's the difference between us. She's the tough girl who fixes things around the apartment and I'm the "geek." She gets lots of male attention. She's so beautiful, she's basically a goddess.

I've only had one girlfriend my entire life and that was in 8th grade. Now I'm a sophomore in college and still a virgin. I wouldn't even know how to touch a girl. Believe me, it's not something I'm exactly proud of. However, I know for sure that y/n isn't a virgin though. I've heard the screams of pleasure and the grunts late at night when she comes home drunk with a guy. I hear the man's name leave her perfect lips and I can't help but wish it was my name instead.

I'll admit to getting myself off over her moans occasionally, but if you heard how sexy they were, you would too. God why can't she just realize how much I want her? It doesn't help that she walks around in those sports bras and her running shorts. And sometimes after her shower, she walks around without anything on at all but her lush bath robe. It drives me crazy and she doesn't notice it.

"Jacob?" Her voice snapped me out of my daydream.

"Oh y-yeah? Sorry I was thinking." My cheeks flushed, and I was thankful that this conversation was happening over the phone rather than in person.

It's ok, J." She laughed, "I was just saying that I'm almost finished with work and I'll be home in a little while. We could have a movie night if you want."

I sighed, "I would love to Y/N, but it's been a really tiring day. I didn't get much sleep last light from all the noise you and your 'guy friend' were making." I may not be able to see her, but I know she was blushing.

"I'm really sorry about that. We got kind of carried away." She whispered, "I guess maybe we could do something tomorrow since it's Saturday?"

Gosh she makes things so difficult for me. I want to be with her but I'm afraid that if I am, I won't be able to keep my hands off her. "Yeah. Sure. Tomorrow. Bye y/n. See you when you get home." I hung up after she said bye.

I sighed and stood up from the couch. My mind was filled with thoughts of her as I walked over to the kitchen to grab my sandwich. Her laugh, her eyes, her smile and just her in general. And oh god, her body. It was so amazing.

My mind begins to wander and I start thinking of y/n in a way I would never admit to anyone. Her ass in those tight running shorts always made me want to burst. And her chest was amazing. Whenever she wears those tight shirts, or those bodycon dresses, they look like they're about to fall out and I just want to grab them every chance I can. But she's not mine. So sadly I can't do that.