Jasper Lucas (sinsoftheson) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-11-29 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, jasper, jasper x jules, jules |
Who: Jules and Jasper
When: Friday, Nov 24th
Where: out shopping, then Jules's house
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete
Black Friday was generally a day designated for Jules and her friends to go shopping. They would spend hours at the shops and then drive out to the nearest mall for more of it. But this year was different. She hadn’t gotten to see Jasper much in the past few days, so they made plans to spend time together… which, unfortunately for Jasper meant shopping. Because Jules still had to take advantage of some of the Friday deals for Christmas! She didn’t make him get up super early or anything and when she picked him up, she had coffee for him at least. Jules knew this probably wasn’t the way Jasper would prefer to spend his Friday, but she promised they wouldn’t be out all day. And anyway, being out with Jasper meant she might get some ideas about the kind of things he liked, so she would know what to get him for Christmas. Main Street was pretty busy, but Jules moved through the crowds with ease. She was a Black Friday professional by this point.
“What do you think Amelia would like?” Jules asked once she had pulled Jasper into Belladonna. “Does she like lotions and stuff?” She kind of wanted to get Amelia a bunch of cool stuff to make up for the awkward disaster of the bonfire where they first met. Jules had no idea what came over her then and the very last thing she would ever want Jason’s girlfriend - if he had one - talking to her about would be their sex life. Gross.
The week had been kind of weird and tiring, so Jasper had been really glad it was a short one, school-wise. The holiday only made things more awkward and weird for him, having dinner at Ms. Harris’s house with his dad and big-little sister, like they were all some kind of family already. It hadn’t been a major disaster or anything, but it was weird to sit there and look at the woman who’d tried to teach him English and know she’d fucked his dad. Who had never had a girlfriend who wasn’t Jasper’s mother, as far as Jasper knew. At least Amelia seemed to enjoy herself, that was one big plus. So Jasper stayed stoned and ate a lot of food and did his best to keep his mouth shut.
And now Jules wanted him to shop. He’d almost insisted he wasn’t going, they could hang out after, but he wanted out of the house and he wanted to hang out with her, and he had some shopping of his own to do, so he went. Following her around from store to store was kind of boring, but her ass looked really good in the yoga pants she had on, so that kept him at least mildly interested. So far he hadn’t bought anything, but Jasper was keeping his eyes open.
“Um,” he said as they got into Belladonna. He gave a furtive glance around, thinking of the other things one could buy in this shop, and how Amelia probably needed a hex bag too. “I dunno if she like, has any? Or ever did?” He picked up a random bottle and sniffed at it uncertainly. “She’s mostly into books and movies and stuff, but she’d appreciate anything, I’m sure.”
That wasn't all that helpful at all, but Jules didn't think Jasper would have a very firm grasp on what his sister enjoyed, or wanted. Jason probably wouldn't have been able to tell anyone what Jules wanted, other than saying frivolous crap like makeup or perfume. Which... yes, she would like, but Jules was picky about that stuff so she would rather people not even try. "I could buy her some books," Jules said thoughtfully. "Though I'd have to know what kind of books she even likes to read." But maybe she could still buy Amelia something girly that smelled good. Lotion or body wash or something like that. "What do you want for Christmas?" she asked Jasper with a grin. "I know it's not lotion or books."
Jasper thought he would probably have a better idea if Amelia had fully grown up in any kind of normal way, or if she’d been back home longer than she had. As it was, he didn’t know what she was into yet because she didn’t know what she was into yet. Not really. She was still getting her bearings. Maybe he could sneak a look at some of the tags in her clothes to find her sizes, and Jules could buy her more of that. She needed it. But style was such a personal thing, and Amelia probably didn’t want to dress just like his girlfriend ... so Jasper didn’t really have any good suggestions. Which was frustrating, since he wanted to get her something nice too. He looked over at Jules and huffed a little laugh at her question. He hadn’t really thought about it yet. “Uhh ... a blowjob?” he suggested with a lopsided grin, though he kept his voice down. “Some new jeans? I dunno, I don’t really like, need anything ...” Christmas had mostly been about ‘need’ rather than ‘want’ in the Lucas household, for most of Jasper’s life. “What do you want?” he asked, just to turn it back on her. Also because he didn’t have many ideas for Jules either. She seemed to have everything.
"You get those all the time," Jules shot back, amused. Would he even want her buying him clothes? Boys could be weird about that. If he didn't know what he wanted, that was okay. She would find him something amazing. She had time to figure it out. "And if there's nothing you need, think about what you want.” Jules picked up a bottle of rose scented hand lotion and popped the top to give it a whiff. She smiled at his question and shrugged. "I don't know. I want whatever you get me, because it means you actually went shopping on your own just to buy me a present." She knew full well that Jasper wouldn't be out today if not for her asking him to go with her. But this was all part of being a boyfriend, wasn't it?
“Well I can’t exactly buy it for you while you’re right there,” Jasper murmured, like that should be obvious. Of course he was going shopping for her. He’d already done some stressing about it. If he had unlimited cash it would’ve been easier, he could just drown her in stuff -- trips, purses, gift cards to every girl store he could think of, spa treatments, whatever. But Jasper had to be choosy, and that made it more difficult. He wanted to get her something meaningful, since this might be their only Christmas together. He sniffed another bottle and put it back as they slow-walked along. “I’ll think about it, though. What I want.” Everything currently coming to mind couldn’t be bought. “You guys are staying in town, right?”
Jules meant it more that Jasper would actually put in the effort to get her something. She wondered if he had ever bought his ex-girlfriends presents, but decided not to ask. Setting the hand lotion down, she wandered beside Jasper, though her gaze was scanning the area, hoping something would stand out to her. Maybe she ought to talk to Amelia again, now that things were normal again. It might be easy to get a feel for what kind of stuff she might like. "We'll be in town," Jules said with a small nod. "Knowing mom and my stepdad they'll have some beach vacation planned for the day after, while Jason and I stay home. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Do you guys have any set plans?" Jules arched a brow and tried to stifle a smile. "Christmas with Ms. Harris?"
Jasper had never really had a real girlfriend around the holidays, so it had never come up. He’d gotten a few girls some small shit on their birthdays or Valentine’s Day, but it certainly hadn’t been anything that took too much effort. Of course, he’d never cared about any of them the way he cared about Jules. He’d never been in love before. Jasper gave a little snort at the Coopers’ probable plans, but he couldn’t be too annoyed on Jules’s behalf. It meant they would be gone for a while, which meant he could probably see her more, spend the night maybe. He groaned and rolled his eyes, then shot her a half-amused look. “I’d rather come downstairs with you Christmas morning and hang out with your family,” he said, well aware of what a clusterfuck that would be. “I dunno though, dad might fuck it all up by then. As far as I know, we’re just at home.” He didn’t know if his mother even wanted to have anything to do with them, since she was pregnant and had been weird to Amelia and all. Jasper didn’t give a fuck if she didn’t, or at least he thought so at the moment.
Jules reached for a body spray in a pretty bottle, pulling off the cap to smell it. She loved the stuff in here. It always felt like something more than the typical beauty junk she could get elsewhere. That was probably because a witch ran this place, and Jules had to figure there was more to these products than just boring old ingredients. "You would rather spend Christmas morning with my dysfunctional family than a nice woman dating your dad?" Jules asked, amused. "You're seriously crazy. But if my mom does go somewhere for the rest of the week, you should come over and stay. We won't have school or anything, and Jason won't tell. That way you're not suck with your family like, all week, and I'm not stuck with Jason."
“Your dysfunctional family who hate me,” Jasper tacked on as a reminder, giving a low chuckle. Maybe it did make him crazy, and he knew he probably ought to get over it and just be glad Gavin had actually found someone he liked and wanted in his life ... but it felt complicated and weird. Maybe after he graduated he would care less. But right then it was a strange mixing of worlds that made him uncomfortable for reasons he didn’t quite understand himself. It was much better to make plans with Jules. “But yeah, I’ll totally come over and stay,” he said. Giving a little grin, he hooked an arm around Jules’s waist to pull her in against him for a moment and kissed her neck. “You’re the only one I wanna be stuck with,” he murmured. She smelled so damn good. He hoped she was done shopping soon.
Jules felt like she would rather spend Christmas with Jasper's family than her own, but she knew that was mean. But her mom was judgmental, her stepdad creepy and Jason... well, Jason wasn't too bad. He was just annoying sometimes. Even so, Christmas was just one day. She was hoping her mom and stepdad would go away the day after, then she would just hang out with her friends and Jasper the rest of the time. Grinning, Jules set the bottle back down when Jasper slid his arm around her. His lips against her skin caused her to shiver pleasantly and she nuzzled his cheek. "Good, because you're totally stuck with me, like... for as long as you want to be." Maybe next Christmas they would be living in a cute apartment somewhere, far away from Point Pleasant. It was definitely nice to think about. And she could tell that he was probably getting impatient with the shopping. "Ready to go?" she murmured.
Regardless of whether they were good people or not, Jasper was sure turning up to the Coopers’ like ‘hey I’m a Lucas and I’m in love with your daughter’ would be more entertaining than more time spent watching his dad make moony eyes at Ms. Harris. At least there he could make trouble and not feel too bad about it. It was what it was though, he only really cared about seeing Amelia and Jules for the holiday. It gave him a little pang to hear Jules say he was stuck with her that like it was that easy, but Jasper wasn’t going to pick it apart at the moment. He let his hand slide down over her ass instead, since nobody was directly around them, and kissed the side of her jaw. “Up to you,” he murmured. “You haven’t found anything here yet ...” Jasper didn’t want to rush her enough to make her complain about it, but if Jules was done, he was ready to go. Sales didn’t really matter to him. He didn’t want anything from Belladonna anyway.
"I'm just browsing anyway," Jules told him. They could keep shopping, which she would have been totally fine with, but she also wanted to just hang out with him and maybe go somewhere and curl up together for awhile. "I've got plenty of time before Christmas, right? Besides, you've been like, super patient and everything, so... we can go do whatever you want now." She loved that she still felt all tingly when he kissed her, even on her cheek or jaw. Jules probably would have been more than happy to start making out with him right there in the middle of the store if she didn't mind getting banned from the place for life. But she got her shampoo there, so... Jules smiled and wrapped both arms around him then. "What do you want to do?"
There might have been plenty of time before Christmas, but there was only one Black Friday. Jasper supposed it probably didn’t matter to Jules though, she had plenty of money, and she’d already bought some stuff today, so maybe she was good. Jasper would have to do his shopping later, most likely. He liked to get it all done at once. It was never much, but he knew his dad and Amelia wouldn’t care about that this year. They were all together again, that was what was important, or some sappy shit like that. He gave a little half-smile when she embraced him and gave her lips a soft smooch. It was still delightful to act like a couple in public with Jules Cooper. It was like validation, over and over. “I wanna get you somewhere alone,” he murmured, grinning briefly. “Think my house is occupied, though.” If Gavin wasn’t there, Amelia probably was.
Jules pretended to give it some thought. She was sure her mom had dragged her stepdad out to Bangor to shop at the more expensive places, so they probably didn't have to worry about them coming home anytime soon. "Jason is probably the only one home, but if he is he won't bother us," Jules said. Her stepbrother never gave her any shit about Jasper being over, so Jules wasn't concerned with it. "That's probably as alone as we'll get unless we go park somewhere, and it's cold." She had the very vague memory of telling Jasper he needed to find a bed somewhere if he wanted to keep fucking her well into wintertime, because she didn't want to be screwing in a cold car. It didn't feel all that long ago, and at the same time, it kind of did. Things were so different now than they been then. "Are you okay with hanging at my house for awhile?"
Jasper remembered that as well, and he had found a bed. He was currently switching off sharing it with his returned-from-the-missing sister, but still. Jules’s bed was much nicer. Especially with a private bathroom right nearby. He grinned and gave her a tight squeeze. “Am I ever not?” he countered, amused. Privacy with his girlfriend in her pimp-ass house? How could he possibly not want to be there? Jasper let her go and patted her butt so they could head out of Belladonna and be on their way. He’d done his boyfriendly duty by coming out shopping, and now it was time for him to reap the rewards. Besides just spending time with his girl, of course.
The house was quiet when Jules led Jasper upstairs to her room. She dropped her shopping bags on the floor, deciding to deal with them later. She wasn't much for wrapping presents or anything, but she would do it eventually. She had plenty of time, after all. Despite having been up early, Jules was in a good mood. Spending time with Jasper was always a win, and she hadn't had any weird shit happen in her dreams, or her head, for a few days at least. "You want something to drink?" Jules asked, sitting down on the edge of her bed to toe her sneakers off. "I don't have anymore of the weed you gave me or anything like that, unfortunately." She had smoked the last joint with Jason, which had been surreal, but sort of nice.
Jasper was kind of glad that Jules had driven them as they arrived at her house. At least he didn’t have to park his car down the street or anything. He could just hide up in her room until the time came to sneak out again. Sometimes he wished he could just stay there. He flopped onto the bed next to Jules and laid back, stretching his arms up with a little groan. Jasper chuckled faintly and slid one hand down again to pinch at the side of her butt. “You mean like, an alcoholic drink?” he asked, only half-teasing. It was still early afternoon, but Jasper wouldn’t turn liquor down if Jules wanted to day-drink. He could get more weed, but he was already feeling settled and lazy now that they were in the haven of Jules’s bedroom.
She batted away his hand and turned to flop down beside him once her shoes were off. It was nice having him there and she had to admit she didn't really miss fooling around in his car much anymore. The whole public thing and the risk of getting caught had been exciting, but seeing him in her bed was so much better. Jules arched a delicate blonde brow, looking amused as she studied him. "You want a drink drink? Like what, beer? Scotch? If you get too drunk you won't be able to get it up if I decide to give you a blow job." She was only mostly teasing. She didn't expect her mom home for awhile, and by then Jasper would probably be gone. Jules would have to drive him home, at least.
Jasper looked over at her with a crooked grin, lifting the hand between them to lightly rub his knuckles over where he suspected her nipple was. He lazily moved his feet to toe his sneakers off and let them thump to the carpet. “I can always get it up for you,” he told Jules, like it was the most romantic thing in the world. Jasper snickered then. “Naw, though, you just mentioned weed right after, so I was just checkin’.” He didn’t really feel like drinking, though he wouldn’t turn it down. He rolled up onto his side and propped his head up with one hand, gazing at her with open adoration. “You should feel special,” he murmured. “I don’t go shopping for just anybody.” Sure, being dragged around to a dozen different shops was tiring and a little annoying, but now it was over and it had been worth it to make Jules happy.
Based on some previous parties where they had both had too much to drink and had still been able to fuck, Jules totally believed him. She scooted in towards him, on her side now as one hand slipped around his waist. "Of course I feel special," Jules said with a grin. She leaned in and nipped playfully at his jaw. "I never asked any of my exes to go shopping with me on Black Friday either, so you should feel special. That's how much I like spending time with you. Get used to it, I guess," she said, grinning as she nuzzled him. "I don't think anyone from school saw us though, so I bet your bad boy rep is still like, fully intact."
The little nibble made Jasper grin, and then he laughed softly at what she said about his rep. Did he even have one of those anymore? He didn’t know. It felt like it had been a long time since anybody tried to fuck with him, except for that little tiff with Jason in the lunch line. That had been his fault though, and he probably still owed Jules’s step brother an apology. Whatever, someday. Maybe. “I’ll get it back real fast if anybody tries to give me shit about carryin’ bags for my girl,” he said, still grinning. Jasper leaned in to kiss Jules, slipping his arm around her waist to pull her in even closer. “I like spending time with you too though,” he murmured, compelled to be sincere for a minute. “Whatever we’re doing.”
"We're almost always doing stuff naked, so of course you like it," Jules teased. He smelled nice and felt warm pressed up against her. She wished her mom had gone away for the rest of the weekend so Jasper could stay over, but at least she had Christmas break to look forward to now. Jules slid her hand down between them to slip it under the hem of his shirt so she could stroke her fingers against his bare skin. "Basketball starts next week," she told him, letting her fingertips run along the waistband of his jeans. "So I'll have cheer practice after school again, and then games. I know you hate sports and school stuff, but... you can always come watch if you want. It might be fun? You could bring Amelia and stuff."
“Already?” Jasper murmured. That seemed to have been a quick break, but he guessed the school had to keep justifying its sports budget or whatever. Not that he was complaining about getting to see Jules bounce around in a little skirt for another few months. “But yeah, I’ll come ogle you if you really want,” he added with a teasing grin. “Amelia might enjoy it. The game, not the ogling.” He wouldn’t be gross in front of his sister, of course -- or at least he would really try not to be. They’d accidentally inflicted enough of that onto her already. He pressed a few more soft kisses to Jules’s face. “Everything been okay with you?” he asked in a murmur, trying to keep the question casual and easy.
It had been a while since the football season ended, but she could understand how it might not seem like a long time between the two sports. Especially now that Jules's afternoons would be booked again. She was a bit sad, knowing Ms. Gaines would no longer be there, but she was sure she would like their new coach. "I always want you to ogle me," Jules said with a smile. "I mean, maybe not with Amelia? Unless you can be like, super subtle with the ogling. Maybe Ruby can come with you guys and distract Amelia while you ogle." She doubted Ruby had any interest in school sports, but it was still fun to do stuff with friends. The kisses to her face had Jules closing her eyes, warmth flooding her body. It took a moment for his question to sink in and she pressed a kiss to his lips before nodding. "Mostly, yeah. I mean, I haven't had any weird dreams this week. Like, some stuff with my hearing but nothing that's painful or too scary."
At the mention of Ruby, something in Jasper winced. They hadn’t talk-talked since she’d shown up at his house on Sunday, but there had been a few texts back and forth, and Ruby had assured him that her feelings were just a fluke. Considering how they’d been avoiding one another, Jasper wasn’t sure how true that was, but it was kind of a relief not to have to actively deal with it. He felt a vague stab of guilt for not telling Jules, but the last thing he wanted was to sow more discontent between them, and if it was just a one-time flukey thing, what good would it do? So he focused on the rest of what she said and nodded a tiny bit as he kissed her lips again. “Good,” Jasper whispered. He just wanted nothing more than for all the weird shit to stop so they could enjoy themselves. He let his hand run down the curve of her side to her hip and squeezed gently, then gave her a tiny grin. “I wanna ogle you all the time, just for the record.”
"I know," Jules said before smiling and stroking her fingertips up his spine beneath his shirt. It was probably egotistical of her, but whatever. She knew she was pretty and it wasn't like Jasper's attraction to her was ever in doubt. Jules liked this, just hanging out on her bed, touching and kissing each other. She knew eventually they would really start touching and kissing, but this was one of her favorite parts of actually dating someone. Just being able to spend time with them, like there was no one else in the world. And she would be lying if she said she didn't like the way Jasper looked at her. It always got her heart beating a little bit faster. Amused, her hand slid between his shoulder blades, his skin warm beneath her fingertips. "Did you ever ogle me before we started hooking up?"
Jasper had lazed around with girls before, but it had been rare for him to just chill and talk to someone. Most of the girls he’d dated hadn’t really been worth talking to. He certainly hadn’t been as close to them as he was with Jules. He loved the way she touched him, how she looked at him, pretty much everything about all of it. Goosebumps rose up on his back as her fingers traveled higher, and Jasper slipped his own hand under her shirt to caress Jules’s lower back in return. Her skin was so soft, he was already itching to get both of their clothes off, even if they didn’t do anything but more of this. “Well, yeah,” he admitted with a chuckle, giving Jules a little smirk. He didn’t want to say that he was a dude, so he ogled almost every girl his age, since he knew she wanted to take it as a compliment. “You’re hot, you know that.” Jasper kissed her again, then ducked his head a little to nuzzle at her neck. “Did you?”
Rationally Jules knew Jasper probably checked out plenty of girls at school. He was a boy with a dick, after all. But she liked thinking that he was checking her out the most, just because. It helped her ego, anyway. "Did I what?" Jules asked, amused as she lifted her chin for him to keep kissing her neck. "Ogle you? I definitely checked you out, yes. A lot of my friends did too." Thinking Jasper Lucas was hot had been one thing. Wanting to date him had been another, and not at all socially acceptable in her circle of friends. Jules was sure some of them talked shit about her now. They were just smart enough to do it behind her back instead of to her face. "What girl doesn't ogle the hot, bad boy of the school," she added, running her hand down his side to his waist and slipping her fingertips beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Jasper gave a low chuckle against Jules’s neck. “Is that what I am?” he murmured. It was mostly a rhetorical question -- he pretty well knew that’s what he was. Or had been anyway, he had no idea what people thought of him now. He was probably better off not knowing. He’d thought more than once that if Amelia hadn’t disappeared, he might’ve caught more heat from the popular guys about dating Jules -- which wouldn’t have mattered if she’d stayed missing, but now it was a small mercy. “Guess it’s fair, ‘cause the hot bad boys definitely check out the sexy cheerleaders and think about corrupting them.” He gave Jules’s skin a little nibble, then kissed up toward her ear to nip at the lobe while his hand slid up to unhook the back of her bra.
"That's what you were," Jules said. At least to her, because things had definitely changed now. Sure, he still had the bad boy persona going on, but he was much more than that to Jules. It was a weird thing to think about, honestly, considering how she had been feeling at the beginning of summer, and how she felt now. She felt her bra loosen and Jules grinned, her skin tingling under his fingertips. "I better be the only sexy cheerleader you've corrupted this year," she warned teasingly. She kept touching him, though she knew eventually she would have to help him get her shirt off, assuming that's what he wanted, but it was hard to pull her hand away just yet.
Likewise, Jules was much more than a hot bimbo cheerleader to Jasper now, which was all she used to be. He’d been an opportunist when they’d first hooked up, kind of smug that she wanted to fuck him at all, and now look what it had turned into. Great chemistry had kept them connected through those first rough patches, and now Jules meant the world to him. Jasper hummed a soft amused sound, still kissing and nibbling at her skin. “You’re the only sexy cheerleader I want to corrupt, ever,” he murmured into her ear. He moved his hand back around to her front under her shirt, slipping it up under her bra so he could cup and caress Jules’s breast. “You’re the only one worth a damn anyway.” Jasper let out a heavier exhale as he stroked his thumb over Jules’s nipple, that slow-burn arousal making his jeans feel tight.
A soft breath shuddered from Jules's lips as Jasper touched her. She was feeling overly warm with the sudden urge to rub herself against him. It really hadn't been that hard for Jasper to corrupt her. Jules hadn't needed a lot of persuading, especially after that first time. She had been drunk, sure, but not so drunk that she hadn't remembered Jasper giving her the best orgasm of her life. It would have been stupid of her to deny herself something that good. And Jules was glad she hadn't, because now she had this. It was hard to resist it now and Jules let her hand slide to the front of Jasper's jeans so she could work the button open. She honestly did love spending time with Jasper, whether they were getting naked or not, but there was something to be said for making out without any real rush. She loved having him in her bed, clothed or otherwise and she couldn't wait for the day when it was their bed instead of hers. Obviously Jules knew on some level she was thinking too far ahead, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't imagine not being with him now. Jules managed to get the button loose and she pulled down the zipper enough for her to be able to slip her hand inside. He was already getting hard and she smiled, turning her face to catch his lips in a kiss.
The future beyond the next couple of hours was the farthest thing from Jasper’s mind at the moment, and that was pretty nice. Whenever he thought about the future and the things he felt it would inevitably bring, he got depressed. Loving-horny was much better. And he definitely felt that as he brushed his lips over Jules’s skin and felt her tugging lightly as she worked on getting his jeans undone. Jasper had pulled back enough to kiss her by the time she slipped her hand down his pants, and he drew in a sharper breath through his nose when she touched his cock. That always got it hard with a quickness, and today was no exception. He pinched a little more firmly at her nipple, then moved his hand to her other breast as he nipped at her bottom lip. They had all kinds of time, so Jasper didn’t mind the pacing either, enjoying just touching his girlfriend under her clothes. And being touched back. That needy feeling was starting to grow, but he still had it under control so far. Jasper rocked his hips a bit, pushing his dick against Jules’s hand just to feel more of it.
She kissed Jasper nice and slow, not in any real hurry this time. Jules really did love driving him crazy, and the slow burn was nice, reminding her off the times they would be in his car and feeling each other up over and under their clothes. It probably said a lot about how she felt, considering they had been doing this for almost seven months now and she wasn't tired of it yet. His kisses still made her feel all tingly and gooey inside, and Jasper rarely had to do much of anything to get her horny. Some boys could put their hands between her legs for what felt like hours and barely get her ready for more, but all Jasper had to do was look at her sometimes. It was probably a bit ridiculous how easy it was, but Jules didn't care. Jasper never made her feel like a slut or anything, even if he called her one sometimes in the heat of the moment. They both got off on it, and that's all that mattered. Jules didn't grope him or anything, but carefully pulled his cock from his boxer briefs so she could touch him better. She brushed her thumb over the tip, her fingers grazing along his length softly. Her body seemed to throb in response, craving the same kind of touch, but Jules was more than okay with denying herself for now. The anticipation of what was going to happen was exciting and made everything feel that much better.
Jasper had truly never understood why being a slut was such a bad thing anyway. Girls liked to have fun just as much as guys did, and if they were great in bed and enjoying themselves, so what? He did have a possessive streak when it came to Jules, but that had more to do with her time and attention than sex. He used slut as an affectionate term with her, because when she was on her knees for him, taking his cock from either direction, she was his slut, hot and insatiable. It was a mutual obsession, as he’d never wanted to be with a girl this long or this often before. Jasper gave a soft groan into the kiss when she took him out of his jeans, his fingers pinching harder at her nipple while he just selfishly enjoyed the soft slide of her hand for a moment. He pulled his hand out of her shirt and moved it down to cup Jules’s crotch through her leggings. Her body was so enticingly warm, and the material let him really feel the shape of her as he started to rub gently to tease her.
It was impossible to stifle the noises that formed in her throat when Jasper touched her. She was already aroused, her hips immediately rocking towards Jasper's hand when he slipped it between her legs. It was definitely safe to say that she was obsessed with him in every way imaginable. Well, except the creepy way, of course. There wasn't a whole lot she wouldn't do for him if he were to ask her, and at the same time, Jules knew he would never take advantage of that either. Some boys would have. Jules released a sharp breath against his mouth as his fingers hit a particularly nice spot and Jules tightened her fingers around his cock, though she didn't jerk or grip too hard. It was the best kind of tease, frustrating and yet so good, because she knew exactly how this would go. Just thinking about Jasper's weight against her, and his cock buried deep sent a fresh wave of arousal through her and she moaned against his lips. Her leggings would be soaked through soon enough, but she was more than okay with that.
Jasper loved making her make that sound, and his lips twitched upward when Jules moaned. It always made his cock throb with what felt more like need than desire. Maybe it was corny to think, but part of Jasper was convinced that they were made for each other, their bodies fit together so perfectly. “Yeah, you like that babygirl?” he murmured against her mouth, slowly rubbing his fingers in circles against her. It was interesting how easily he could ignore his own body when he was with Jules -- her hand felt good, of course, but he was much more interested in how she felt. Jasper wanted to drive her crazy before they finally got naked and fucked. He wanted her to be dying for it. He kept touching her for a minute or two outside of her clothes, then slipped his hand down the front of her leggings, kissing her deeply again with his own little groan as he felt how wet her panties were. Jasper gently rubbed against that wet spot through the cotton, thinking about how good it was going to feel to sink into all that heat.
"Yeah, I like it," Jules murmured. She could have denied it but it wasn't like her body wasn't answer enough to that question. She moved her hips with his hand, losing herself in all the pleasure that floated through her, as languid as the pace Jasper's set with his fingers. Of course she kept her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking when she remembered to, her thumb still spreading that pre cum around the tip. And then his hand was down her leggings and Jules moaned loudly into the kiss her pressed to her lips and her entire body trembled at the friction he created between the cotton of her panties and her clit. Jules kept her lips against his, but it was getting harder to breathe as her heart began to beat harder in her chest. "Feels so good," she whispered, aching for more. "I want you so bad."
It didn’t even really matter what her hand was doing on his cock, Jasper was leaking from just playing with Jules. He loved her body, he loved the way it reacted when he played with it, but most of all he loved her, and loved giving her pleasure and teasing her until she was whispering stuff like that to him. Jasper’s breath was coming heavier and quicker, his lips brushing hers every few seconds since they couldn’t really kiss like this. Even though they were alone in Jules’s comfortable room, it was hot to play with so many clothes on, like they used to have to do in his car so often. And anywhere else they could sneak away for a few minutes in public. “I want you too,” he whispered as he pulled Jules’s panties to one side. He touched her bare skin, all of it slick and hot and swollen, and stroked his fingertips lightly against her clit. “I wanna fill you up and make you scream.”
That probably wouldn't take Jasper much effort. Jules was already about to explode and he had barely even really touched her. She couldn't form any coherent words and a soft, strangled noise escaped her when she felt his fingers finally brush against her clit. An uncontrollable shiver ran through her and Jules had to forcibly keep herself from squeezing his cock too hard in response. It wouldn't take much more than a few strokes of his fingers to get her off, but as much as she loved the way his hand was pressed against her inside of her leggings, she was starting to feel overheated and impatient. Biting into her lower lip, Jules released Jasper to start pushing down her leggings and panties. She was ready for them both to be naked now so she could wrap herself around him and feel his skin pressed against hers.
He’d known that would spur her into action, and Jasper grinned slightly to himself when he ended up right. He pulled his hand out of Jules’s leggings to help her get them down to her knees, then grabbed hold of her wrist to stop her from pushing them down further. He wanted to fuck her half-dressed, at least for the first round. They had plenty of time to do more, and fooling around with clothes partially on was hot at the moment. Jasper pulled away and pushed himself up to his knees. “C’mere,” he murmured. He pulled Jules’s body in closer to his, holding her legs together as he pushed them closer to her chest. He hissed in an appreciative breath as he looked down at how that made her pussy look, puffy and pink and delicious. Jasper grabbed his cock with his free hand and rubbed the tip and bottom of it against her lips, getting himself nice and slick before he started to slide into her.
Jules didn't fight Jasper, but let him move her to where he wanted her. It wasn't the first time they'd had sex partly dressed, and it probably wouldn't be the last time, but it was still exciting for her. She was hot and throbbing all over, the clothes she wore feeling deliciously restrictive. Her hands settled on his thighs, her lower lip pulled between her teeth as she watched him. Her body shivered at the feel of Jasper rubbing his cock against her, and as soon as she felt him start to push inside of her, Jules exhaled softly, a low noise of satisfaction emitting from her throat. They had fucked countless times since the summer, but her body had yet to get used to the way it felt when Jasper finally pushed inside of her. It sent pleasant shivers down her spine and she struggled to keep her eyes open so she could keep them locked on his face. God, he just fit her so perfectly. "Feels so good," she whispered, unable to form any other kind of coherent thought.
That bare minimum of exposure was hot as fuck, but Jasper wanted to see her tits too, so he pushed her shirt and bra up in the front to expose them. As he sank into Jules to the hilt, he rolled and pinched at one of her nipples again, loving how red they got when he played with them. He let out a low moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he just stayed there for a beat or two, buried in Jules, connected to her in that way that meant so much more now. “Fuck, that’s tight,” he whispered, bracing both hands against the backs of her thighs again. With a breath hissed in through his teeth, he started to move, drawing his hips back and then pushing forward again in slow, long thrusts. Jasper forced his eyes open again so he could watch her face and the pretty way her breasts bounced whenever their bodies came together.
Jules was completely and utterly his, lost in the pleasure that was coursing through her body as he began to move. She knew he liked the visual, and she liked it too, so Jules brought a hand to one of her exposed breasts, toying and playing with her nipple, her eyes still locked on his. God he was hot. Obviously her feelings for him went much deeper than surface stuff, but pretty often Jules found herself looking at Jasper and just marveling over how gorgeous he was. And he was hers. All of her friends in school were just fucking stupid, that's all. She had been fucking stupid for awhile too. Not anymore though. Her legs were pressed too tightly together for her to finger herself, so kept playing with her breast, her other hand pressed gently against Jasper's denim clad thigh. Small moans escaped her with every thrust of his hips against her. "I love it when you fuck me," she breathed. "I think about it all the time, how badly I want you inside me."
He definitely wasn’t the only gorgeous one in the room, and Jasper often wondered how he’d gotten so goddamn lucky. Sure, Jules was a pain in the ass sometimes, and they’d bickered and argued their way to where they were now ... but something had shifted and he loved her stubbornness now, even when it was pissing him off. She was more now than just a pretty face and a hot body, like he’d expected she would remain to him, but those two things were definitely still at work. He still loved taking the perfect pretty cheerleader and doing filthy things to and with her. Jasper let out a louder groan at the words she tossed up to him, putting some more weight on her as he started to thrust a bit harder and quicker. “Fuck, me too,” he breathed. Once his brain had relaxed from worry about his sister, Jules had rocketed right back into dominating his thoughts, and Jasper honestly enjoyed the hell out of it. Maybe that made him a whipped boyfriend or whatever, but he didn’t give a shit. Not when he got to do this. “I dream about this tight pussy all fuckin’ day ...” Jasper trailed off into another moan, his brow furrowed with concentration.
As good as things were now, things certainly weren't rainbows and butterflies all the time. But Jules felt a different sort of patience for it, understanding that they were still two very different people who just happened to fall in love. Jules knew she could be high maintenance, but he put up with it. He still drove her nuts sometimes too, but the good stuff constantly outweighed the bad. And this was definitely part of the good stuff. Would they still be so into each other if the sex wasn't this great? Jules tended to think not, simply because they wouldn't have spent all summer hooking up if it had only been mediocre. Her soft moans shifted into sharper cries the harder Jasper moved and Jules arched slightly beneath him, despite her knees being pushed back. God, she wanted to touch him better and Jules reached up with both hands to grip his shirt. She just wanted to wrap her legs around him and cling. "Take it off," she breathed, tugging his shirt up his chest the best she could in her position.
Jasper liked this position, it both felt and looked amazing, but he felt that way about pretty much any position he could fuck Jules in. And he did love her hands on him, more than most other things in the universe. So when Jules tugged at his shirt, Jasper sat back on his knees a bit and straightened up so he could pull it off of himself. He was starting to get overheated anyway. The move didn’t end up looking very graceful, but that was okay. Jasper grabbed the waistbands of Jules’s leggings and panties and pulled them up to get them the rest of the way off of her. He kept pumping his hips as he did so, in an instinctive, distracted way. Once Jules was freed, he pushed her legs apart and leaned in over her, bracing himself with his hands at her sides and catching her mouth in a rough, breathless kiss. With a deep groan, Jasper built his rhythm back up, fucking her with abandon now.
Jules didn't care how graceful or ungraceful Jasper was in getting his shirt off, or her own clothes. She just wanted them off and she was careful not to kick him in the face or any other body part as he tugged her leggings off. As soon as she was able Jules wrapped her legs around his waist, though she kept them loose as not to hinder his movements. Her hands clutched at his bare back, her lips parted for his, though they couldn't kiss as long as she was sure they both wanted to, given the need to breathe and all that. Sharp, breathy cries filled her room and her ears and Jules ducked her head against his neck, nipping at his skin with her teeth in between the sounds he drew from her. And just like that she could feel the pleasure spiraling out of control deep in her belly, the pace and force behind Jasper's thrusts pushing her closer to the peak. She moaned his name and then pressed her lips to his ear. "I love you," she breathed, her hands sliding up his back to clutch at his shoulders. She said it again and again until she couldn't say anything else, her orgasm seizing the words, and her breath, as it flooded her body, causing her hips to jerk sharply against his.
Kissing or not, Jasper just wanted to keep his face close to hers. He moaned helplessly when he felt her teeth against his skin, sharp pleasure sparking down his spine and straight into his cock. God, he felt like he could do this for eternity. Like he could just fuck Jules over and over and over again for forever, until his body completely gave out. This was the best he ever felt in his life, and Jasper just wanted to drown in that moment. There was no question that he was addicted to her, and given how strong addiction ran in his family ... well, Jasper was doomed. Whether that was the good or bad kind of doomed remained to be seen, but he was still loving the fuck out of it. He kept thrusting as hard and deep and fast as he could, the muscles in his core starting to burn deliciously. Jasper was making a good bit of his own noise, but those words in his ear just drove him onward. He felt Jules’s body clamp down around his cock and Jasper gave a little cry, pushing in against that sweet resistance, wanting to make Jules come as hard as he could before he followed her off the edge.
Jules held onto him tightly until the sharper ecstasy dulled into those deliciously rhythmic throbs, leaving her breathless and boneless beneath him. She knew she was only seventeen, and maybe she didn't know anything about the world yet, but she knew Jasper was and would always be the best she ever had. There was just no way sex could ever feel that way with anybody else. It had been fucking amazing from the very first time, even in her drunken state, and it was still fucking amazing. Feeling slightly sweaty and spent, Jules pressed a kiss against his ear, and then his jaw and cheek, moving towards his lips. She didn't want to let him go, but she didn't think he would mind. God, Jules couldn't wait until they were out of school and on their own and they could just lay around naked all day without worrying about family coming home or interrupting them. Pressing a slightly breathless kiss to his lips, Jules then nuzzled his nose with hers and opened her eyes to look at him, a smile playing at her lips.
Jasper’s climax hit him quick and hard, right after Jules’s had peaked, and he groaned and panted and gave shaky thrusts as he emptied himself into her. It always felt so incredibly good -- some guys claimed that all their orgasms were the same, but Jasper’s definitely weren’t. It was always better with Jules than anything else, and getting to come inside of her was the ultimate pleasure. He slowed to a stop then, feeling almost drugged all of the sudden as that deep satisfaction washed over him. Jasper kept himself on his elbows so he wasn’t completely crushing Jules, his twitching cock still buried in her, his forehead pressing briefly against hers. His eyes fluttered open when he felt her looking at him, and he gave a lazy, tiny grin back. “I love you too,” he whispered, then pressed another soft kiss to her lips.
It was kind of sexy that they were both still partially dressed and he was still buried deep inside of her. Her legs slid from around his waist, though she kept her knees up to cradle him between her thighs. Jules hummed happily against his mouth, her hands sliding lazily up and down his back. She knew they still had some time before her mom returned home and Jules wasn't ready for him to leave just yet. "Want to take a shower with me?" she murmured. "Or a bath or something? I can wash your back for you." Her bathtub was big enough for two people, though she had honestly never bathed with another person before. But couples did it all the time in those romantic movies, so why not?
Jasper wasn’t in any rush to leave either, not until he had to go. He gave an intrigued little hum and then huffed a soft laugh. He’d never taken a bath with someone else either, and it suddenly sounded pretty fucking nice. “Tempting ... you got bubbles, too?” he murmured, grinning faintly. He was definitely going to say yes either way, but soaking in a bubble bath with his girlfriend was probably the only time he would feel acceptable about soaking in a bubble bath. Jasper pressed another brief kiss to Jules’s lips.
“I've got bubbles," Jules told him with a smile. "And loofahs and all kinds of stuff.” She lifted her hands to run them through his hair. "I promise I won't tell anyone Jasper Lucas took a bubble bath. We'll keep your rep intact." She knew he didn't care about that kind of stuff, but she would have giggled her ass off months ago if someone had told her Jasper Lucas took a bubble bath for any reason. Right now though, she just wanted to chill out with him a bit longer, preferably naked. And maybe have some more sex before her mom got home and ruined everything just by being there.