BE-E AGGRESSIVE! (be_aggressive) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-02-10 19:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, jasper, jasper x jules, jules |
Who: Jules and Jasper
When: Afternoon, Sunday, January 14
Where: Jules’s house
Status: complete
Warnings: NSFW
It was mid-afternoon when Jules and her mom returned home from their overnight stay in Bangor. Jules had unsuccessfully tried to hide her gross looking hand from her mom on Friday night, and the next day they were in the car driving to Bangor to meet with a dermatologist that her mom had known from before Jules was born. Jules had protested of course, because she doubted any skin doctor was going to be able to pinpoint what had happened. But there hadn’t been much Jules could do about it. Whatever took Margaret Cooper’s mind off of her missing husband was something she would latch onto, and fretting over her daughter seemed to do the trick.
So Jules spent the day in Bangor, getting her hand prodded, lying to all of the questions about things she’d touched, or lotions she used, and then when they took a sample of the skin cells, well… Jules silently wished them luck because that crap was going to come back inconclusive, or whatever the terminology was. But she supposed it was better than turning the doctor’s office into a creepy gross alternative version of it like she had with Phee in the school. Although Jules kind of wished it had happened because then she didn’t have to lie. She could just say… there, that’s what I touched. What is it?
But no, the appointment stayed boring, and with her hand wrapped up, she and her mom spent the rest of the day shopping and then opted to stay the night. It was kind of nice being away from Point Pleasant for a while, pretending to be kind of normal when she wasn’t.
After driving Jules home that afternoon, Margaret had left enough to go visit Jason. Jules wasn’t sure if her stepbrother was coming home or not, or if he even considered this to be his home. It didn’t matter at the moment. She was just happy to be alone. Well, alone-ish because she texted Jasper shortly after her mom left to ask if he wanted to come over. She hadn’t seen him since school on Friday and it kind of sucked. When he said he’d be over, Jules changed into more comfortable clothes and unlocked the door for him. God she just wanted to relax and chill with Jasper and just… not think for a while.
Jasper’s sleep had been kind of uneasy after the weird incident with Logan at the arcade, but he’d eventually dropped off early Sunday morning and slept deep and sound. He’d woken up a little before noon and felt even better once he had “breakfast” and hung out with Amelia for a while. He’d known that Jules was out of town with her mom for Saturday night, which was kinda good and kinda scary at the same time. Maybe it was a good distraction for Margaret, or maybe she would end up more suspicious.
It had been a bit of a relief to get the text from Jules that she was home alone and wanted him to come over, and Jasper hadn’t hesitated to oblige. He’d changed clothes -- which really just consisted of putting more clothes on because it was fucking freezing out -- and smooched his sister’s head before heading out of the house. He probably wouldn’t be able to spend the night, of course, but Jasper hoped Jules’s mom would be gone for a while.
He blasted his music on the way up to Overlook, driving fast and feeling good, and soon enough he was pulling into the Cooper driveway. Jasper didn’t even think of parking down the street this time. Margaret could get fucked if she had a problem with him visiting his girlfriend. Jasper was whistling as he strode up to the front door, pushed the doorbell, then started to open it himself.
Jules heard the whistling before she heard the doorbell. Had that been Jasper whistling? Had she ever heard him whistle before? Maybe he was in a really good mood, which would actually be kind of awesome. Everything had been kind of shitty lately and she hoped a good mood meant nothing scary had happened to him since they last spoke. Jules hurried down the front hall to greet him, not caring about the brief blast of cold from the door being open. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him. "Hi," she murmured against his neck.
There she was. Jasper grinned briefly before Jules hugged him, and he wrapped both arms around her to lift her off her feet. He shuffled forward a bit and kicked the door shut behind himself, then set Jules down again. Jasper didn’t let go though, only pulling back enough to kiss her. “My baby,” he murmured into it with pure affection. “Hey.” He was really happy to see her, a full 24 hours apart felt like longer when he knew she wasn’t in town. But now she was back and they had some free time alone and that was perfect. Jasper rubbed Jules’s ass and smooched her again.
He was in a good mood and that certainly did wonders for her own. She kept her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go just yet. Maybe she had just gotten used to seeing him practically every day and being in Portland all day and night had been kind of torturous despite being able to text him. "I missed you," Jules said before nuzzling her nose against his. He felt good, and smelled good and nothing could possibly be better than this. Maybe this was all she needed when things got weird and scary. Jules kissed him again and then smiled softly against his lips. "You were just miserable without me, weren't you?"
Being together definitely made Jasper feel better, 99% of the time. That was pretty powerful stuff. He chuckled and nodded slightly, not wanting to take his face even a few inches away from hers. “Like a total mess, I cried the whole time,” he teased with a lot of warmth behind it. He had missed her, he’d needed this sort of comfort the night before. But they were together again now, that was what mattered. Jasper gave Jules another kiss, deeper this time, then started to let her go so he could strip off some layers and they could get comfortable. “Missed you too, babe,” he murmured as he did so, squeezing her butt one more time before he fully released her. “How’d it all go?”
She didn't want to let him go. She just wanted to cling with her arms around him and stay there. But he was wearing a lot of layers, and his boots and stuff and he would probably get hot standing around with Jules plastered to his body. So she let him go and watched him start to get rid of his coat. "I mean, it was fine I guess. Mom wasn't super crazy or anything. I think it was a distraction for her more than anything else, and since this is all like, my fault, I didn't want to complain too much about it." Jules really didn't want to jump into I have to tell you all about this weird thing that happened because it seemed to be happening all the time now and Jasper was in such a good mood and she didn't want to bring him down either. "What did you do while I was gone?"
Jasper hung his coat up and crouched to get out of his boots, then shot her a Look. “It’s not at all your fault, it was his,” he stated flatly, fully believing that to be the case. Edward had come after Jules, she and Ruby had just been defending her. But he didn’t want to get into all of that at the moment, there was other stuff to talk about. He stepped out of his boots and nudged them to the side while saying, “I hung out with Logan. We went to the arcade for a while, just shot the shit ... had a weird sort of ... I dunno, pop of paranoia or something, but it passed fast.” He gave her a smile once he was as undressed as he was going to get in the foyer, then caught Jules’s hand to kiss the back of it. “Missed you though. Glad it wasn’t like ... fights and shit, with your mom.”
Deep down she knew Jasper was right. But Jules couldn't help but feel guilty. The bad feelings stemmed from how stressed her mother was over it, not really for what had happened. And she felt like that made her a bad person somehow. "No, it was okay," she assured him. There were moments of bickering with her mom, but that was normal. Jules curled her fingers around Jasper's to lead him upstairs. Her mom would be gone for a while, but she still always felt more comfortable with him in her room. It was her place, and she didn't have to worry about anyone barging in or interrupting her in there. "What do you mean by paranoia? I mean, what were you paranoid about?"
Jasper left his coat and boots and all behind -- the evidence of his presence in the house. But he’d parked right in the driveway too, so who gave a fuck. If Margaret got pissed that he was there when she came home, tough titties. He followed along with Jules with no protest, being a big fan of her room himself. It was cozy and lockable and smelled like Jules. “I dunno,” he said first, giving a shrug that she couldn’t really see from in front of him. “I just like ... thought I saw something. A black-eyed kid. It kinda freaked me out. But it’s no big deal, it passed.” It seemed silly now, looking back, and Jasper wasn’t worried about it. So his brain was a little screwy sometimes, who cared? That had to happen with like, 90% of the population in this damn town.
That was sort of startling and Jules looked behind her quickly when he mentioned the black-eyed kids. "Are you sure you didn't see one? Because you have before and this place is... well, I mean, you know." She might try to reassure him and everything, but something had to have been there for him to freak out, right? Unless he had been drunk or high or something and it was messing with his senses. Or maybe it was the healed wound on his shoulder still fucking with him like it was doing with his moods. Jules kept walking though, not wanting to stop on the stairs to have this conversation.
Jasper shrugged again. “If I did, it didn’t fuck with us. We went back inside for a while and nothin’ came at us when we went to Logan’s car or anything. It’s fine,” he told her, hoping she would let it drop. Jasper didn’t want to talk about it. Or the suffocating fear that had bubbled up out of nowhere, that sensation of being hunted down that had been so strong in the fog. He was in a good mood and he wanted to stay that way, just enjoy his time with his girlfriend. Jasper gave her ass a few good hard pats before they were on the same level again at the top of the stairs. “Goddamn, you’re hot,” he murmured.
He seemed pretty indifferent about the whole thing, but maybe that was because he realized he hadn't really seen anything and it was just what he said it was... paranoia. Jules was finding she was searching for signs of something being wrong with him now. He was in a good mood, but not as hyper as he had been the last time he was at her house, right before he had crashed before they could have sex. Was it a legit good mood, or was something fucking with him again? She was going to exhaust herself with this if she didn't relax. The way he slapped her ass drew a laugh out of her, which felt kind of nice because she hadn't been laughing at all for the past few days. Jules drew him close at the top of the stairs and kissed him. "Well, now if I tell you that you're hot too you might think I'm only saying it because you said it first. But... you're hot too. Like... so hot. Do you want me to slap your ass too?"
Jasper was more than happy to wrap his arms around Jules again, especially now that there weren’t a bunch of bulky clothes between them. He’d crashed the other day before he could fuck her, but he was feeling like that wasn’t going to happen this time. Jasper laughed a little and gave her a teasing-smug look. “Nah, I’ll know you're saying it because I am hot,” he quipped. It was true, even if he didn’t feel it all the time. The Lucases were all good looking, that was part of why they got into so much trouble, Jasper had long suspected. He let Jules go to turn around and stick his butt out at her a bit, grinning over his shoulder. “Go on, give it all you got.”
Jules snickered and then slapped his butt hard enough to sting her palm. He did have a great ass though. And great arms, and thighs and... a great body all around, really. It was nice to think of shallow things right now, and she liked that he was happy, but not in an overly weird way like before. "You're ridiculous," she said, grabbing a fistful of his shirt after she was done to drag him down the hallway to her bedroom. Jules pushed open her bedroom door to lead him inside. It was mostly clean but for some dirty clothes strewn about and her bed hadn't been made, but that was okay. "If I knew you were into spanking, I would have done it a long time ago."
It kinda hurt, Jules definitely wasn’t a weak girl, but Jasper kept himself from flinching, laughing at the sting instead. He wouldn’t say he was into spanking -- at least not being on the receiving end -- but it did feel kinda nice at the same time. Not even noticing the clothes here and there, Jasper went to flop onto Jules’s bed once the door was securely shut. “Did you like it?” he teased, grinning at her. “Want me to roll over and call you mommy?” His own nose wrinkled at that and Jasper tittered. People and their kinks were weird.
Jules wrinkled her nose and moved to lay down on the bed beside him. "Ew. If you want me to keep having sex with you, never ever do that." She rolled onto her side to face him, reaching out to grip his shirt in her hand. Her palms hadn't felt tingly at all today, which was nice because she wanted to touch him without worrying about pain or triggering some scary ass version of her bedroom. He smelled so nice and for some reason, it felt like it had been so long since they were both laying in her bed without something super heavy hovering over them. That stuff was still there but it was easier to ignore it at moments like these. "But you can spank me whenever you want. I probably won't call you daddy though because that's super weird."
Jasper scooted in closer and rolled up onto his side as well, his hand landing on Jules’s hip. It did feel nice to actually relax and not worry about anything huge for a while. He wasn’t sure where all that stress had gone today, but he also didn’t want to fucking look for it, so he was just going to enjoy the little bubble of peace for however long it lasted. He gave a little snicker and shook his head. “M’good with that,” he assured her. Jasper didn’t want any references to his dad in the bedroom, thanks. Or mom. So just No to those pet names. After gazing at her lovely face for another beat, Jasper closed the gap to kiss her, soft and slow at first. “Missed you,” he murmured against Jules’s lips.
"I missed you too. It feels like forever since I saw you." Jules slid her arm around him, suddenly feeling okay with maybe not telling him what happened at school on Friday. She would, but just not now. Not when he seemed happy and affectionate. Maybe later, because she knew he might get upset if she didn't tell him. Maybe she would admit she talked to his dad too. Maybe. That might be more upsetting to Jasper than anything else and she didn't want to make him angry or upset him. All the crappy stuff could come later. It felt too good kissing him right now, and that's all she wanted to do for a bit. Kiss and touch and let all of the good feelings drown out the other stuff. Jules kissed him again, her tongue slipping past his lips to taste him.
Jasper already knew about Jules going to Gavin with her concerns, but between what had happened the next night and Jasper’s sudden good mood, it didn’t seem important. She’d talked to his dad because she was worried about him, and he couldn’t really fault her for that. If Jasper thought Jules’s mom could actually be any help for what was going wrong in her life, he might’ve sucked it up to do the same thing. No part of him was pissed at the moment, just full of confidence and desire for her. Jasper let his eyes slip closed, his arm sliding tighter around her waist to pull their bodies flush together. There were still clothes in the way, but it still felt nice to feel her curves against him. Jasper parted his lips for her tongue and caressed it with his own, sinking into the warmth she generated in him.
There was a part of Jules that wanted to cry. She felt a bit of that embarrassing emotion start to swell in her throat, but she pushed it down quickly and scooted in closer to Jasper, her leg lifting and curling around his hip. She wasn't sad or anything. It was just all of the scary uncertainty of, well, everything, was heavy and overwhelming, but being here with Jasper seemed to make it all bearable. They weren't naked and groping at each other, not yet anyway, but being fully clothed and kissing and feeling that emotion was so much better than anything she had felt in the past few weeks. For the first time in a long time, she felt like maybe it would all be okay. So the tears that threatened behind her eyes came more from relief and love than terror and exhaustion. And so she tried to pour all that into how she kissed him, how her hand gripped his back, not wanting to let him go for anything.
Jasper didn’t know all of what she was feeling, of course, but he was fairly tuned into Jules, especially when they were locked in this kind of embrace. It was like he could sense that she was getting emotional, could taste it in her kiss. It wasn’t bad emotion, she didn’t seem upset, just ... emotional. Jasper shifted his arm upward to cradle the back of her head while they kissed, fingers slipped into her silky hair. He liked the feeling of her leg around him, the warmest part of her body pushed up against the warmest part of his own, but he decided not to rush to anything sexual just yet, even though his cock was hard now in his jeans. He just wanted to kiss her for now. She was safe with him, they had the house to themselves, they were in love and they were going to stay that way. It didn’t fix everything, but it chased away the darkness sometimes. Maybe they both needed that. Jasper kissed her deep and slow, emotion starting to make his own chest feel overly full.
Jules wasn't in any rush either. She was completely focused on Jasper's lips and how they felt against hers. He could turn her on with a look, it was true, but she also adored these moments when they took their time. The arousal built slowly until it felt like she was on fire. It was like they had nothing else in the world to worry about, and they were just two normal teenagers in love, making out on her bed. Jules could feel how hard Jasper was for her already, and she wished he could feel exactly what he did to her too. Somehow his hand in her hair made her feel even more secure, like as long as he stayed right there, nothing bad would ever hurt her again. Feeling wonderfully achy and emotional, Jules slid her hand down between their bodies. She didn't grope or tug his jeans open. But she let her hand cup his cock straining against the denim and she squeezed gently.
He would certainly throw himself between Jules and any threat that happened to appear at that moment, feeling stupidly aroused and full of testosterone and possessiveness. When he felt her hand slide over him, Jasper broke the kiss enough to draw in a sharper breath. The gentle pressure sent little electric shivers of pleasure through him and made his skin feel even hotter. Delving his tongue back into her mouth, Jasper pulled his hips back enough to make room for him to reach between them as well. He touched her in much the same way, his fingers sliding and curling between her legs, pressing up against all of that heat trapped under her soft yoga pants. He rocked his hips just a bit, pushing against Jules’s hand, his body getting hungrier for more pressure and more friction.
Jules loved being touched by Jasper. She didn't care if he was hugging her, holding her hand or sliding his hand between her legs. Her body never failed to respond to him, even now, nearly eight months after they had started having sex. Her hips moved instinctively against his hand and Jules moaned softly against his mouth. Her body was starting to ache in the best way and while she didn't want to rush, Jules also couldn't help but take hold of the button on Jasper's jeans to tug it apart. She just wanted to get them open to slide her hand into his jeans and really touch him. It didn't take much to do just that and Jules sighed happily against his lips when she felt his hard heat against her palm.
Jasper had been groped by plenty of girls since he’d started fooling around with them at too young of an age, but nobody had ever done it as well as Jules did. Maybe that was love coloring his perception, but he didn’t give a shit, he just wanted as much of it as he could get. His breath hitched as her bare hand made contact with his overheated skin, and Jasper couldn’t help but push against it. He’d been wanting to take their time, but this counted, right? Nipping less gently at her bottom lip, Jasper pushed Jules’s shirt up to slip his hand past the elastic of her pants. At least her clothes had more give as he got his fingers under Jules’s panties to touch her back. He gave a tiny groan at how wet she felt already and he rubbed at her clit, his cock flexing against her hand.
She was of the mind that they were definitely taking it slow. At least slower than usual, because it had been a few days since they'd had sex and when that happened Jules was usually impatient and ready to tear his clothes off when they finally had privacy. But the kissing was so nice, as was just touching and driving each other crazy in a different kind of way. Jules exhaled softly against Jasper's mouth when his fingers found her sensitive flesh and she moved her hips to press against his hand. It felt like making out with boys before she had finally lost her virginity. Exploring each other, burning with the kind of arousal that craved more. That had been a pleasurable kind of torture, but this was even better because they wouldn't have to stop or pull away. Her fingers stroked and glided along his length. Her kisses grew hungrier until it became harder to breathe properly. Jules looked down and pulled her hand from his jeans to start tugging a bit at the waistband. "Take them off," she murmured.
There was a small part of Jasper that worried a bit that his dick might fail him again. That they’d get naked and ready and he would just deflate and have to go to sleep again. He’d jerked off once or twice since then with no problem, and he was hoping it had just been a fluke. He felt fine at the moment, horny and ready, with a focused feeling to his energy. Jasper just hoped it lasted, because he really wanted to be inside of Jules. At her direction, he pulled back a bit himself, removing his hand from her yoga pants so he could start to get his clothes off. “You too,” he murmured, giving Jules a little smirk. If he was going to get naked, he wanted her to join him. He sat up halfway to pull his shirts off and toss them aside, then rocked back and lifted his hips to push down and squirm out of his jeans and boxer-briefs.
Jules didn't hesitate to start peeling her yoga pants and panties down her legs when Jasper pulled away to get rid of his own clothes. Getting completely naked and feeling his bare body pressed against her own was the only thing she was focused on at the moment. She was quick about it too, kicking her bottoms out of the way and then sitting up enough to tug off her shirt. After she got rid of her bra, Jules leaned over Jasper to kiss him again, not hesitating in the least to push him back so she could straddle him. She was still trying to pull herself back, not wanting to rush through it all, but it had been days since they touched each other like this, and the last time they tried... well, it hadn't really worked out. Which isn't something she blamed Jasper for. She knew there was something going on there. But he looked ready for her now, and that's all that mattered.
Jasper sure as hell felt ready, an even sharper wave of arousal crashing over him when Jules took the reins and straddled him. It did feel like it had been ages since they’d fucked, and since the last time had taken such a bad turn, he really wanted to make up for that now. But if she wanted to be in control to start out, he was more than fine with that. Jasper laid back, his hard cock lying hot and heavy against his lower belly, his hands reaching for Jules immediately. He squeezed her hips and rubbed his palms down the sides of her smooth thighs, kissing her back with open hunger. They’d been trying not to rush, but there was something in him that knew they needed to take advantage of this opportunity now, before something else fucked up happened.
It was beginning to run through Jules's head that they needed to get on with this because she had no control over what was happening with her stupid hands and his mood could change any second and just bad things could fall all around them at any moment. It was a thought that triggered a touch of anxiety inside of her, but Jules ignored it as she kissed him and rubbed herself against the length of his cock, letting him feel how slick and hot she was for him. There was no way she was going to let all the stupid stuff happening to them ruin this. Jules braced her hand beside his head and reached down between them with the other to guide his cock into her body. It felt so good, just like always, but there was an added element of comfort now. Something familiar, something that filled her with the kind of warmth and love she had never gotten anywhere else. It was maybe silly to feel so mushy about fucking her boyfriend, but it was what it was. Sinking down onto his cock, Jules closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to his, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Whatever was happening to both of them was really shitty, and Jasper was worried it would just get shittier. Well, he was worried some of the time, anyway. Other times he felt fine, kind of good even, like it really wasn’t all that big of a deal. Today was one of those days, but he still knew that things could go sideways at any time, because they already had. He gripped Jules’s pert ass in his hands like he could hang onto this moment through her, loving the feeling of muscle flexing under his palms as she got into position and lowered herself down around him. He moaned deep in his throat at the sensation of sliding into her tight, hot body. Fuck, he still couldn’t imagine ever fucking anyone else. It didn’t seem like it would ever be as good as this. Jasper’s hands rubbed at her ass and lower back restlessly, his hips flexing upward already to get his cock in as deep as he could. It was still rock hard, so far so good.
Jules moaned when he pushed his cock deeper. There was really nothing that felt like this and there would probably be nothing like this ever again. At least not for Jules. It was so easy to truly believe that when Jasper was buried deep inside of her. Straightening above him, Jules began to move, slowly at first. It had been a few days since they had tried this, longer since they'd actually had sex, and she was sure he had probably jerked off since then but she didn't want him to go off too soon. She rested her hands on his chest, rolling her hips to draw him nearly out of her before sliding back again. Jules wanted to watch his face but it felt too good and she couldn't quite keep her eyes open.
The pacing was perfect for the moment, because Jasper did feel like he desperately wanted to come for those first few minutes until he got adjusted. It was always such a sweet knife-edge to ride, the line between wanting to hold back and last forever and craving that blissful release. It was way too soon though, he wanted to give Jules everything she wanted, so he didn’t mind the slowness of it. Jasper’s eyes didn’t want to stay open for long, but he kept looking anyway, because Jules was a divine sight to behold over him. The lithe way her body moved was always enticing, and on his back he got to touch her as much as he wanted. He let his hands roam over her skin, everywhere he could reach, loving how soft she was against his palms. Jasper slid his hands up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples while she rode him.
It was so easy to get lost in these moments, especially when Jasper's hands were roaming all over her body. It felt like nothing could hurt them there, in the sanctuary of her bedroom. Like everything was normal again. Jules kept the pace slow for a bit longer, just wanting to enjoy every second of it before her body got impatient and took over. She absolutely loved it when he touched her and her skin seemed to sing under his hands. He never failed to make her feel sexy and wanted, no matter what position they were in. Jasper was not the first boy Jules had ever had sex with, but he was the first one to make her realize it could be about so much more than just getting off. Jules opened her eyes and leaned over him again, brushing her lips to his. She kept the easy pace of her hips, but she rocked them a bit harder as the pleasure began to build deep in her core.
As much as he liked to look at her, he liked having her close too, and Jasper stroked her back as he kissed her again, his eyes falling shut. She always knew exactly how to move her hips to make his spine feel like it was melting with pleasure. He groaned against her lips, rocking his pelvis in time with her movements to thrust his cock into her deep. It was some kind of dumb caveman thing, but he always appreciated how fucking tight she was around him, like his dick barely fit inside of her, even though he knew she’d had plenty of sex before. It just made him think even more that they were made for each other, no matter what kind of odd couple they were on the outside. “Fuck ... Jules ...” Jasper panted, having to break the kiss to grab some oxygen.
Jules buried her face against his neck, breathing heavily now as she worked her body over his. She didn't want to pull away, even though she knew guys liked the visual of her riding them. But it felt good at this angle, and she had so much more control over the pace and she was brushing against the most sensitive part of her body every time she rocked back. Jules had always been aware of how perfectly Jasper's cock fit inside of her. Even when she had been intoxicated the first time they'd had sex last summer. She hadn't romanticized it at all until she had fallen in love with him because now she looked at it the same way he did. They had been made for each other. Maybe it was silly to be seventeen and so convinced of something like that but Jules didn't care. She knew how she felt and everyone else could fuck off. With the pleasure mounting, Jules gripped the blankets beneath her, jerking her hips against his harder, the quicker pace causing her to pant softly against his neck.
It was a good angle for Jasper too, in the sense that it felt good but it wasn’t good enough to risk him blowing his load too soon. Instead he could mostly focus on Jules’s pleasure, the way her movements were getting more needy, almost frantic. It was so fucking sexy to be a part of, and he kept touching her in ways that didn’t get in her way, his breathing coming hard and heavy now even if he wasn’t doing the majority of the work. By now Jasper knew how to arch under her to make sure his pubic bone rubbed her clit, and he did his best to keep pace with her. He could feel some of her juices dripping down his balls and he let out another guttural groan.
They had been doing this for so long now that everything felt natural. She knew how to work her hips and he knew how to move with her. One might think it would get boring, but it never did. Jules would rather have this, a guy who knew how to make her feel so good, than one who fumbled about trying to learn how to please her. Jasper already knew. He'd known that first night, actually. Their hearts might have not been in it back then, but their bodies sure as hell were. Now she got everything with Jasper. Amazing sex and a deeper, emotional connection. She doubted she would ever find that again with anyone else. She wouldn't be lucky enough for that to happen twice. Jules moaned loudly against Jasper's hot skin as everything started to spiral out of control. She wanted to slow it down, but she didn't think she could stop it now even if she tried to. It was how he thrust up into her, how he was brushing her clit, how his hands streaked over her body. Jules breathed his name over and over until she jerked her hips forward, her tensing and then shaking under the intensity of her orgasm. Her teeth bit lightly into his shoulder as a satisfied moan formed low in her throat.
Jasper knew as well as anyone that most people were super stupid, and he wasn’t any real exception, so part of him kind of believed that bodies were smarter than brains. Humans been evolving for a lot longer than they’d been intelligent, and he trusted his gut instincts about things for the most part. Every cell in Jasper’s body was obsessed with Jules. He knew he was in love, and that was all he needed to know. On days like this, it felt like that was all they needed and everything else would just fall into place eventually. Until then, he was going to keep doing this as often as possible. Jasper moaned along with her as she came around him, hot pleasure throbbing through his own groin, only heightened by the sting of Jules’s teeth in his shoulder.. He wrapped his arms tightly around Jules’s torso and pushed up into her clenching pussy a few more times to wring every drop out of her.
She was still pulsing with her orgasm when he thrust into her and Jules cried out, a ghost of a smile on her lips. It felt like she was soaring and nothing bad was ever going to touch her again. Lifting her head from his shoulder, Jules caught his lips with her own, kissing him deep despite the fact that she could barely breathe. He was just so hot, and so gorgeous and she wanted to do this all night. She loved him intensely, and that's what made the sex so much better, but she was shallow enough to recognize how fucking sexy he was. Every part of him got her hot, even when things were so shitty. Jules was suddenly feeling so high and happy and every nerve ending in her body was on fire in the best way. The aftershocks of her orgasm made her tremble, but she began to move above him again, eager for more.
Jasper’s nose worked hard while they kissed, pulling in air that never felt like it was enough for his lungs. It was a delicious discomfort, that he would not complain about, that was for damn sure. Jasper would happily suffocate with Jules’s lips on his, especially when he was buried deep inside of her like this. He was starting to get that restless feeling in his gut, that squirmy sense that it wasn’t enough -- he wanted more friction, longer thrusts, more of Jules pleasure-crying in his ear. Luckily she didn’t wait long before she started moving her hips again, and Jasper moaned into her mouth, his back arching a bit. “God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he mumbled through the kiss, his breath hitching on the last word. “I wanna feel you come again.”
Jules brushed her nose against his, staying close to him even if she didn't quite have the breath to keep kissing him the way she wanted to. "You feel good too," Jules breathed before nipping at his lower lip. She pressed her knees into the bed, using that as leverage to bounce her hips a little, not quite taking him fully inside of her. It was a tease for the both of them before she sunk back down his length again. It drew another moan from her and she pushed up again, her hands pressing against his chest now. She would ride him all night if he wanted her to. Jules wasn't on the brink the way she had been when they first started, but her body felt so wonderfully full of floaty arousal and if Jasper could hold off so she could come again, then she was going to enjoy every second she got.
Part of him felt a little lazy for just lying back and letting Jules do all the work, but she seemed to be enjoying herself and she could probably get herself off faster than he could if he took control back. He gazed up at her with hazy eyes, his hands running up and down her arms as she braced against him. She looked even more gorgeous now that she’d gotten off, her skin flushed in pretty places and her hair a bit more wild. Her body was burning hot and slick around him, the grip sending waves of pleasure through his core. He dimly wondered yet again how he’d gotten so lucky to be with such a fucking goddess. She even had powers. That thought sent a fresh jolt of arousal through him -- Jules was magic, for real. She might not be able to control it yet, but she was fucking special. Jasper didn’t know why that turned him on, but it did, so he rolled with it, clenching his teeth and grunting as she worked her hips over his, his hands moving to her breasts again.
Jules was definitely enjoying herself, and she knew if Jasper needed, or wanted, to change positions, they would. Right now it just felt good and even though she had already come once, Jules liked that she was still controlling the pace. Her hands covered his at her breasts and for the first time in a long time, she wasn't thinking about what her hands could do. All Jules wanted to use them for right now was touching her boyfriend while she fucked him. She didn't think for a moment that she was magic, or special, but if Jasper had told her so in that moment, she would have absolutely believed him. She would believe anything he told her, and do anything he wanted. It might have been the sex talking, or the fact that she loved him. Or just a combination of everything, but Jules was only now realizing how badly she had needed this given how shitty everything had been lately. After another moment, Jules slipped one hand down between their bodies to her clit. It still felt a little sensitive from before, but in a good way and Jules whimpered softly as she began to touch herself. It would help get her there again, and she knew Jasper liked the visual.
Jasper was pretty sure there was no straight man in his right mind who wouldn’t like that visual, and he greedily drank it in. She looked so gorgeous up there, her tits bouncing gently with her movements, her fingers between her legs. He could feel the tips of them brush his cock every so often and it felt incredible. He had the vague lustful wish that he could just turn his entire body into a big dick so he could fuck her with all of himself. Jasper couldn’t get enough. He groaned and panted under her, his abs tight as he rocked with her as best he could while his fingers pulled a bit at her nipples. He’d desperately needed this too, with all the stress and uncertainty and the blow to his ego that had happened the last time. There were no problems today with his cock or his energy, so he was determined to enjoy all of it as long as he could hold out ... which was getting more difficult by the minute, but he was managing so far. “You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he breathed, his hands skimming down to Jules’s hips again. “My fuckin’ goddess ...”
Of course, she was going to love being called a goddess by her boyfriend. She certainly felt like one with him beneath her, being in control of his pleasure, drawing those delicious sounds from his mouth. Jules could be self-centered and egotistical, but no one else ever made her feel as sexy as Jasper did. Other boyfriends had complimented her plenty of times, but their words never made her feel like this. His voice certainly did things to her insides too, especially with how hoarse it was with arousal. It pushed Jules closer to the edge again, and her fingers began to move harder against her clit as she quickened the pace of her hips. She knew she could get there again, especially with the way he kept moving beneath her, thrusting his cock up into her every time her hips pushed back down onto him. "Right there, just like that," Jules breathed. "Feels so good, Jasper."
“Yeah, baby,” Jasper grunted in response. He could feel her pussy starting to tighten up again, and he felt a surge of purely male pride that she was going to get a second one before he was too close to finishing. Maybe after they could change positions and he could wring another one out of her. That was probably too ambitious, but Jasper didn’t think it was impossible. He pumped his hips upward with a bit more force, but he tried to keep the same pacing as Jules got closer and closer. Sometimes if he changed something he could fuck up her orgasm and he definitely didn’t want to do that. “Come all over this fat cock, baby,” he murmured to encourage her, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
She definitely didn't want him to stop, or slow down, or do anything but what he was doing, because it was hitting just the right spot and Jules was getting so close. She heard Jasper's words but they were just another part of everything swirling around and inside of her. There was nothing else to focus on at that moment than the way her fingers rubbed frantically at her clit, and how Jasper's cock thrust up inside of her. Her moans became cries as her body began to respond quite rapidly to all of the stimulation, but it still felt like it took way too long to get there again. Jules was about to whine in frustration when she finally fell over the peak again. This time the orgasm seemed to flow lazily from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes, stealing her breath. Jules stopped moving, her hand falling away from her clit to press against his abdomen as she shuddered, not wanting to do anything else at the moment but enjoy it. It wasn't as loud or sharp as the first, but it was just as intense and if Jules could stretch and purr in satisfaction, she would have.
It looked and sounded damn good, even if it wasn’t a screaming orgasm. Jasper grinned breathlessly as she started to throb hard around him again, slowing his movements until they’d both stopped to catch their breath. His chest felt fit to burst with intense love and desire, and Jasper took hold of Jules’s wrist to move her arm so he could sit up with her still straddling his lap. He wrapped supportive arms around her and pressed a few slow, soft kisses against her full lips. She was so beautiful and he loved her so fucking much. A wave of intense possessiveness rolled over Jasper -- nobody else would get to experience this with her, he was so damn sure of it. Either they would be together forever or this was just the best it would ever be for either of them. It made him want to cling to her and stay inside of her for the rest of the night. “I love you,” he whispered urgently against Jules’s lips. “I love you so fuckin’ much, I would do anything for you, you know that, right?”
Jules felt completely boneless as Jasper shifted to sit up and she wrapped both of her arms around his shoulders, still catching her breath even as he kissed her. She was damp with sweat now and her muscles ached from riding him so vigorously, but the afterglow felt so amazing. Her fingers pressed into his shoulders and Jules nodded a little, not wanting to move away from him. "I know," she murmured. "I love you too. More than anything." Jules knew he would do anything for her. She would do anything for him too. He was the only boy she had found herself trusting with everything. Her body, and her heart and her secrets. They fought, and they had their moments, but Jules knew he would never hurt her. Not on purpose, anyway. Kissing him again, Jules rocked her hips slowly into his, loving that she could wrap her body around his like this and still feel him so deep inside of her.
God, every move she made still felt electric. Jasper gave a helpless groan, pushing up into her wantonly again. Girls were so lucky they could come more than once without needing a break in between. Jasper felt greedy for Jules and for pleasure right then, like he wanted to fuck her all night long, over and over, but he was also aching to come. Maybe once he was done she would let him eat her out until he could get it up again so they could start all over. Fuck. He didn’t think he’d felt so full of pure lust in quite a while. It felt good, if needy. Jasper kissed Jules greedily, her words only stirring up even more emotion in his chest. She was the only person who loved him more than anything else, his person. Jasper rocked forward, holding Jules tight to his chest until he got his knees under him and laid her down on the bed. He stayed close, still kissing her as he got positioned and drew his hips back to slow-thrust back into her heat. He groaned deep and rolled his spine to do it again.
Jules already knew what Jasper meant to her, and she already knew that she wanted him to be a part of her future. But it was when they were doing this, completely together in the most intimate way, all of those deeper feelings rushed to the surface, making her feel a bit more emotional than usual. It was always a good feeling, even if she felt like crying sometimes. She wouldn't, not during sex anyway, because that was weird and would probably freak her out. But she had spent her whole life not really feeling loved by anyone, including her own mom, so whenever she felt it so acutely from Jasper, it did things to her that she really wasn't used to. And Jules was so desperate to cling to it, no matter what. On her back, Jules brought her hands up to brush them through his hair before she cupped his face as they kissed one another. Her knees drew up to press against his sides and she made a soft sound of pleasure as soon as he pushed back inside of her. She had come twice already but it still felt like heaven to her. Jules wanted him to feel as good as she did, but at the same time, she hoped he took his time so she could enjoy this for a while longer.
He loved the way she held his face, the way she clung to him with her legs, all of it. Jasper had never really felt loved either, except by his baby sister, and even that was complicated now. So maybe it made perfect sense that he and Jules were drawn to one another so intensely, in spite of their surface differences. They’d started out just making their bodies feel good, but it had grown into so much more than that. Jules made his everything feel good. Jasper stayed where he was for a few moments, slowly fucking Jules with deep long strokes while they kissed and breathed together. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to stay where they were or move somewhere else -- Jasper felt greedy for all of it. Every angle, every view, every position. He didn’t want to move their faces too far away, though, so that was a factor. He broke the kiss off to grab a breath, and at the same time he moved his arms to hook them behind Jules’s thighs, pushing her legs back further toward her body. It made for deeper penetration, and that was what he wanted at the moment. Jasper stared down at her with heated eyes, his lashes fluttering here and there as he worked his cock in and out of her, the pleasure heavy in his balls.
The slow pace felt like she was just sinking into deeper pleasure. Jules was positive she could just lay there for the rest of the night and soak up Jasper's kisses and the way his cock moved inside of her. How on earth did she get through the day doing anything else but this? Jules couldn't even contemplate what her life might be like if he wasn't in it. Dull and colorless, probably. Jules inhaled sharply when he pulled back and pushed her thighs up higher. The new, deeper angle made Jules moan and she arched her back a bit before gripping his waist. "Jasper," she breathed, trying to keep her heavy lidded eyes open to watch his face. He was just so fucking sexy, and the look on his face when he was fucking her was something Jules wanted committed to her memory forever.
The way she said his name like that made Jasper’s insides feel tight and throbby, an almost unbearable pressure in his groin. He wished he had another hand he could put around her pretty throat, just to feel her breathe. It was crazy how love and aggression got so tangled up inside of him in moments like these, when he was his most basic self. There was just this primal need to own her. His eyes closed in concentration for a moment as his thrusts gradually started to pick up speed. He could already feel the strain in his shoulders and core muscles, but fuck, it all still felt so good. A couple of panted curses crossed his lips as he worked his hips, and Jasper pulled one arm free to bring it between them and grab one of her breasts. He loved how the weight of it shifted back and forth with the motion of their bodies.
Jules could understand Jasper's desire to own her. She was always possessive of him, but when they were having sex, it went so much deeper. Jules wanted to bite him, bruise him and mark him somehow so that everyone knew he was hers. She had never felt that kind of carnal need with anyone else. Her hands slid around to his back, and she pressed her nails into his skin, not wanting to hurt him, but wanting him to feel the sting. And Jules knew he liked a little bit of pain when they were fucking, which was nice because she liked it too. "Feels so fucking good," she said, her voice strained with pleasure. God, she loved feeling his body against hers. The way his muscles moved under her hands, how his skin got damp with sweat. Jules felt a surge of possessive intensity and Jules gripped him harder. "You're mine," she breathed, her eyes dark and clouded. "Tell me you're mine."
Jasper loved it when she dug her nails in -- claws, he always thought of them as claws in these moments -- and he loved it when she bit him too. There was just no other release for these kinds of feelings, and he was so fucking glad they felt the same way, even if he didn’t have the words for that gratitude. Instead he had this, which was probably even better. Jasper groaned at her words, his eyes locking onto Jules’s with burning intensity. “I’m yours,” he whispered, meaning it with his whole being. “I’m yours ... and you’re mine.” Jasper shifted his hand up to grip Jules’s throat, pressing his fingers into the sides of her neck. He bared his teeth with effort as he fucked her harder and faster, still staring at that beautiful face. She still looked like she was loving it, and her pussy was still so wet, he felt like he could fuck her all night long. He definitely wanted to, but Jasper knew this felt too fucking good to last for too much longer.
Jasper was hers. If Jules wasn't sure about anything else in her life, she was absolutely sure of that. He was the only person who made her feel like maybe everything would be okay, no matter how scary things got. With his hand at her throat, a fresh thrill surged through her body and Jules watched him, unable to look away from his face. She knew he would never hurt her, not physically, but his hand at her throat was still a reminder of his strength. And Jules found it an incredible turn on, which may have been twisted or unhealthy or whatever, but she didn't care. Almost everything Jasper did got her wet and that was nobody's business but her own. She had come twice already but Jules was still loving it, and when he began to fuck her harder, Jules accepted it with a pleasurable cry. Knowing he'd like it, Jules dragged her nails up his back to the back of his shoulders, knowing she was leaving marks behind on his skin. Marking him, even though no one would probably see it but her. That was okay. She knew it would be there, and that's all she wanted.
Everything about how they fucked was just perfect every fucking time, it felt unreal sometimes. They just always seemed to be on the same page about what they wanted -- tender vs. rough, intense vs. lazy, Jasper in control vs. Jules in control -- like their bodies had talked about it beforehand or something. Besides the last time when his boner had failed him, he couldn’t think of a time they’d had bad sex. Even back when it had just been in his car, it had been explosive. The sound Jules made now as he upped his pace only drove Jasper on. He wasn’t trying to hold back any longer, just letting his body do what it wanted to do, which was to fuck Jules like his life depended on it. He was grunting and straining, his breath heavy and hot as he felt sweat drip down the small of his back. The sting from her nails drew a growl out of him, and Jasper fucked her harder, his thrusts getting more wild and desperate until he flew over his edge. Her name came out of him in a strangled cry as he slammed his cock into her a few more times while intense pleasure jolted through him, everything throbbing as he emptied himself into her.
Jules clung to Jasper with her legs and nails, her cries growing louder the harder Jasper fucked her. She always felt an overwhelming sense of pride and smugness when she was able to make him lose control this way, like he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself even if he wanted to. It was animalistic and hot and the tiniest bit of pain she felt was rolled so deliciously into the pleasure. Jules knew exactly when he was going to come and she watched his face, mesmerized by the ecstasy that flickered across his features when he finally slammed into her for the last time. Her body was sweaty and aching and Jules loved the thought that she might be sore later. She had always loved feeling Jasper between her thighs long after the sex was over. Releasing his back, Jules lifted her hands to cup his face as she panted beneath him. Everything felt so raw and so good and she felt like all of it could make her emotional again. It was the love and the adrenaline and endorphins and just... everything.
Jasper might not be sore later like Jules, but his muscles would definitely still be feeling it. It was the most vigorous sex they’d had in a while, and his abs were tired now. It seemed to take some extra time for the pleasure throbs to die down this time, and Jasper rode it out as long as he could, pushing deep into Jules as his cock twitched and he shivered. It was intensely good, and exactly what they’d needed. Easing off the pressure on Jules’s neck, Jasper shifted his touch to cup the side of her face, forcing his eyes open to look at her again. She was so fucking beautiful, flushed and dewy and with strands of hair sticking to the sides of her face. Jasper wanted to marry her right then and there. Jasper moved his arms so Jules could relax her legs more, but he was going to stay inside of her for as long as he could. “I love you,” he breathed, brushing their lips together.
It was definitely what they had needed. Everything had been so shitty lately and it had been difficult finding time to spend together that wasn't clouded by the shittiness. But this was perfect for so many reasons. Sex with Jasper was always intense, but this had been on another level. It was like it had reinforced their love for each other, reminding Jules that she would be okay as long as she had him in her life. "I love you too," Jules murmured. She kissed him back, her thumbs brushing along his jaw. She didn't want him to pull away, or leave. Ever. Jules knew she couldn't stop it from happening, but right now she wanted to just stay like this and cling to how amazing her body felt, and how full of emotion her chest was. Her legs slid down his sides, but she wasn't willing to let go completely. "That was so good."
He honestly didn’t know about the okayness of everything, but Jasper definitely knew that it would all be unbearable without Jules. She was his light in the dark, the push he needed to keep trying, keep thinking of actually having a future. At times he still felt like he didn’t deserve her, but he was slowly getting over that. He wanted her and she wanted him, and that was all they needed for now. Jasper settled with his elbows at her sides, staying close and kissing her slowly. He loved the way she still felt about him, how her body clung to his, and the way she touched his face made him feel sort of wobbly. “Yeah,” he whispered back before pressing his lips to Jules’s again. It wasn’t an agreement of ego, it just meant a lot to him too. Jasper felt like there were lots of things to say, all lodged in his throat where they wouldn’t come out. He hoped Jules could feel it anyway, all of the tangled, flawed love he had for her. She meant everything, even if he was bad at handling love.
For once Jules didn't need Jasper to say anything. It was like she could read his mind, and his mood, perfectly. She harbored zero doubt that he loved her, and hopefully he knew how much she loved him too. Jules knew things would get complicated in a few months when they left school... assuming the town didn't implode before then. But her future had him in it. She didn't care if that meant she stayed in Point Pleasant with him. She would. It might not make him happy for her to blow off college, but Jules didn't care. They would make it work, no matter how hard it became. Slipping her hands down around his waist, Jules nuzzled him and kissed him again. "I don't know when mom will be home," she whispered. "But you know my bathtub is big enough for both of us. We can go relax for a bit if you want. I have some pot in my dresser too." They could relax in a hot bath and smoke a joint and just be with each other. She didn't want to do anything else for the rest of the day.
Jasper couldn’t think about the details of the future just yet, he only knew that his life was enmeshed with Jules’s now, whatever form that took. They would figure the rest out somehow. He basked in those few quiet, cuddly moments, letting his blood cool while Jules kissed him softly. Her suggestion made him hum, because that sounded like absolute heaven, if he was being honest. A joint, a bath, and his girl? What more could he ask for? “How could I say no to that?” he murmured with a slow smile. He still didn’t give two shits when Margaret came home, he would happily tell her to fuck off if she started in on either of them, so he planned to enjoy the hell out of relaxing in a bath with his girlfriend. They both deserved it more than that woman would ever know.