Jacob Sartorius Imagines

The Wrong Way to Think of a Fan (dirty)

it's an old imagine & i don't like it much but

jacob's pov

Luna, Zach, Hayden, Annie and I all enter our tour bus, having completed our show for the night. I was completely exhausted, but the others all seemed full of energy.

I collapsed on the couch, lost in my thoughts as everyone else was absorbed in a conversation. The truth is, I met a fan today. Well, actually I met like a hundred fans today. But there was one girl in specific. I couldn't get my mind off of her. I replayed the moment that we met in my head:

As the previous girl walked away, I looked to my right to see a new one approaching. She was stunning. Absolutely gorgeous. The way her pretty (y/h/c) hair brushed against her shoulders. Her sparkling (y/e/c) eyes. The way her plump lips were curled into an excited smile.

"Hey." I smiled widely, opening my arms up. The girl stepped into my embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around my body. I hugged her back, squeezing just a little harder than I did with most fans.

"I'm y/n." She informed, turning to look at the camera that Matt was holding up. She picked a pose, where I wrapped my arm over her shoulder and held her hand. I put on a real, happy smile. There was just something about this girl that was special.

But before I knew it, she was gone. The line moved, and we said out goodbyes. As she walked away, I felt a strange sadness sweep over my body. What if I never saw her again? What if I never find her social medias?

I let out a quiet sigh before turning back the other way. I saw another girl approaching, with a huge smile. Tears were forming in her eyes, and I forced y/n out of my thoughts. I put on a smile, wrapping the new girl in a hug. But, in the back of my head, I knew that I wouldn't be able to forget y/n. There was just something about her....

I was snapped back into reality when I heard Luna say my name. "Jacob? Are you in?" She asked, pulling a jean jacket over her shoulders. "Um, w-what?" I asked in confusion.

Luna laughed slightly. "We're all going to have dinner at a restaurant, are you coming?" She asked.

I shook my head. "No, I'm just going to stay here. I'm super tired." I replied, dragging my fingers through my dark brown hair.

I watched as everyone gathered their bags and sweatshirts to leave. "Do you need someone to stay here with you?" Zach asked me as he put on a camouflage hat.

"Nah, I think I'm fine." They all told me goodbye and I watched as everyone exited the tour bus. The door shut, leaving me alone in complete silence. I stood up, grabbing my bag. I pulled out a pair of basketball shorts and decided I didn't need a shirt. I quickly stripped the clothes off of my body. I pulled on my shorts, suddenly having thoughts of y/n flood into my mind.

I sat back down on the couch, remembering each detail about her. I've only met her once, yet I have the sound of her voice memorized. I have each detail of her face embedded into my mind. What is it about this girl that has me going so crazy? Why is she so different than all of the rest? Sure, I've met pretty fans before. Most of my fans are gorgeous. But y/n, now she's just stunning. I can sense that there's something special about her.

I bit my lip, twisting the fabric of my basketball shorts between my fingers. My fantasies start to take up my mind. Y/n's body.... y/n's lips against mine... my hands touching every inch of her... her fingers tangling in my hair, and tracing the abs across my stomach... and skimming across the bulge in my shorts.

I look down, seeing the middle of my shorts becoming tighter than before. I suddenly start to feel guilty. I know that this is the wrong way to think of a fan. She seems so sweet and innocent.