❀˖° Jasper!humanAU x blk!reader
Summary: You decided to make a bad life choice (or in hindsight amazing life choice) when you make a dare that if gone wrong will have you with a rather exotic piercing. Long story short you lost, but not completely once you run into Jasper a month later
Notes- first Wlw story on this blog and because there’s barely any Jasper content out there so here you go, hope you enjoy
Contents: strap!on Wlw!s3x fingering!/finger!banging name!calling: baby! mommy! Mn!dni men!dni
“All done” she said in that patronizing satisfied manner.
You still had tears from the pain of the piercing, your legs still clutched together, pouting slightly as you looked away.
“Hey I warned you, don’t get mad at me because you’re too damn stubborn” she smirked
Letting out a little sigh, a faint hint of pity spread through her gaze which was rare of her.
You soon left the shop, with a bag of ointment for your piercing as well as an extra barbell she gave you on the house. Along that you also had a glimmer of a limp in your step as you headed to the car. The throbbing pain between your legs that now in this case was very unpleasant.
For some reason you had decided to provoke Jasper one day while out getting shitfaced. You didn’t remember the majority of the conversation since you were horrible at holding your liquor, but by the next day you had seen a post that you definitely don’t remember posting on someone else’s story.
A picture of you absolutely drunk, though stunning (as always) but in that moment your beautiful face puckering your full lips out was starting to piss you off the more you thought of it. Damn you could be a dumbass sometimes. And there with text over your photo read: ‘If I don’t kiss 5 people by the end of the night I’ll let my gf give me a clit piercing’
Evidently you failed that challenge, with Jasper (who definitely wasn’t your girlfriend) reminding you that you kissed a fat number of zero people that night. Which honestly you were glad, anybody could’ve put their gross lips on yours. But at the same time you’d rather that than this.
So for that month you dreaded taking showers in fear of the warm water coming into contact with your sore and sensitive clit. Wore baggy clothes to keep the frantic from rubbing against your new piercing. Through that time you got messages of Jasper being an even bigger ass.
‘How’s the new edition?’ ‘Not sore are you?’ ‘Make sure to clean it firmly, don’t want bacteria do we?”
The taunting was irksome but weirdly turned you on, which of course it did. You liked when they taunted you.
By next month it was fully healed to which you were at a party, invited by a mutual of a friend. And the whole time most of them-your friends- clowned you about that ‘new edition’. At first you thought Jasper ran her mouth which was uncharacteristic of her. But then again you did post it on your story like again a dumbass.
Eventually you headed upstairs to the bathroom, needing to piss, but once you entered you were greeted by Jasper washing her hands.
You just stared at her for a while. Her sharp features and hooked nose were rather appealing when she wasn’t scowling.
Her physique mimicked that of a Greek god, Ares if he was perfectly a she. Your head tilted slightly as you let your gaze drift down the path to her ass only to notice a black harness around her waist.
Your eyes bulged slightly.
“your staring again” Jasper said, looking at you through the mirror, her expression stoic as ever.
“U-uh well, you should get use to it by now” you answer, trying to recover from what exactly you saw
She rolled her eyes before tearing off a piece of paper towel to dry her hands, her eyes leaving yours.
“I’ve been looking for you” she said, her face still giving no true emotion away.
“Never thought I’d hear the day you say that” you grinned, leaning against the sink beside her.
“How’s your clit?” She asked rather bluntly.
She was always blunt, but in that moment you couldn’t tell if she was fucking with you or not. The sexual tension that you weren’t too sure she could feel as well seemed to simmer. You cleared your throat as you watched her toss the ball of paper in the trash can.
“So…who’s the lucky girl?” You asked
She raised a brow at you in confusion before you jerked your chin towards the harness of her strap on peaking from above her jeans, hugging her tightly around the hips.
“You didn’t answer my question” she looked back at you.
Your grin almost crumbled away as you took your gaze off of her “it’s healed now, why?”
“You didn’t answer my text when I asked” she said, a hint of that same condescendingly pleased smile showing.
You rolled your eyes, she knew she wasn’t genuine with those text.
“Well you still didn’t answer my question, who’s the lucky girl?” You asked again, raising a brow
She went quiet, turning her head towards you. An awkward moment of silence and tension passed, peering her stolid gaze at you. Your heart raced, what the fuck was wrong with her?
“Huh?” You answered, now completely dumbfounded.
She sighed, rolling her eyes turning her body to face yours.
You blinked a couple of times, before a huge grin spread across your face.
“I knew you had a thing for me!”
She scoffed, her arms folded over her chest “don’t fucking start, drop em”
Your smile only widened, you often wondered if she thought about you in the same way you did her. If you were to guess (and be correct) you’d say yes.
Obvious? Yeah because she definitely wore her expressions on her face and wasn’t hard to read at all.
Face unchanged you dropped your shorts, letting them pool around your ankles.
She took a good look at you, her eyes no where near you hch piercing, just drinking in your soft brown thighs. She took a step closer, causing you to retreat back against the sink.
Her hand gripped your thigh, hiking it up against the cold marble countertop to get a good look. Which honestly you hadn’t looked at the piercing yourself since you’d gotten it.
First off your lips were glistening with arousal, but she still kept a perfectly straight face as her other hand strummed your clit causing you to hitch your breath.
“Yeah, haven’t had time to take it for a test drive” you smirked.
You watched her reaction to see if she’d take the bait as she looked down at you, her eyes meeting yours. Deciding to push your luck, you tugged the front of her jeans down, her orange strap showing slightly.
“You still never answered-”
“God you’re so damn annoying, who do you think dumbass?”
I leaned up, my lips an inch from hers “Can’t be too sure, plus I’m not gonna be fully convinced till you tell me exactly what position I’m gonna be in”
She rolled her eyes, smirking again “nope, you can be patient”
Her lips crashed against yours. Both of your lips locked together, air tight as her tongue synced with yours. Kissing back, your arms snaked around her neck, her body molded perfectly against yours.
your legs fell open naturally, not noticing till Jaspers fingers rubbed your clit firmly. The barbell squishing your clit only elevated the pleasure of her touch, causing you to whimper.
Your other leg hitched over her hip as her lips sank down onto your neck, sucking your sensitive spot. Your mind was foggy and overwhelmed despite just being 10 seconds into action.
She pinched your clit ever so slightly, having you jolt slightly.
“You were always so damn tender” she sneered
“Then maybe don’t fucking pinch me!” You managed through clenched teeth.
She chuckled softly before plunging two thick fingers deep inside your channel, dragging a loud moan from you as she pumped her fingers slowly. Your hands reaching for purchase around the sink, some tooth brushes clattering to the ground in the process.
“I do whatever the hell I want, and you’re not gonna oblige because you like it” she said matter of factly.
Damn it she was too fucking sexy, and no you weren’t gonna oblige. You were right where you wanted to be, nice and warm in her seductive touch.
She pulled back slightly, her hand reaching to shove your tube top up along with your bra. Your hard nipples coming in contact with the cold air before one bared the firm and warm grip of her hand.
“Nng, fuck!” You exhaled your hips bucking erratically against her fingers, toes clenching for dear life as the wetness of her fingers inside you grew louder.
Her fingers sped up their pace, the pads of her fingers rubbing your gspot all the while her thumb still formed tight circles around your clit, matching it with the speed of her thrust. Making you throw your head back, a high pitched moan let out as you gripped her wrist on your breast.
Just then she pulled out, her soaked fingers probing your mouth open before you willingly took them in, sucking ever so softly. She let out a soft hum before undoing her pants, letting them fall to reveal a mouthful of silicon.
You groaned slightly “don’t you think that’s over kill?”
“Trust, it’d be the same if I were a man” she said confidently, pushing her own shirt up to reveal her nice tanned skin, defined abs, and bare ample breast, her teeth caught in between the clothing to hold it up. God you were so turned on, even more so when she started tapping the tip against your clit.
Your thighs tremble in response “cocky much?”
“You’re one to talk” she gripped both your thighs tightly, grinding her length between your folds.
Your thighs trembled again, swallowing as you wiggly your hips. Yearning for her to bury herself inside of you already. She could see the desperation in your face. The way your brows furrowed, the way your eyes squinted gently, and how your bottom lip quivered.
She grinned with delight at the sight of your submissive form, grinding a bit faster.
“Ha, don’t fucking tease me” you whimpered, panting softly.
“Damn brat” she mumbled through the cloth of her shirt, rolling her eyes.
She gave it a few more hard grinds, watching the tip on the strap curve slightly in the air before turning you around and bending you over, kicking your legs further apart.
Before you could even catch your breath, you felt her slam into you without warning, practically knocking the wind right out of you.
Her hand clenched around your hip while the other one pressed your side down onto the counter.
Her hips began to snap vigorously, each thrust earning a low grunt from her. Mouth hung open you let her manhandle you, your body violently jerking forward across the surface with each slam of the hip.
Jasper watched as your dark skin rippled each time, her hand sliding from your hip to grab hold of your ass.
You were a whimpering mess, your body buzzing all over with pleasure. The bathroom filling with more squelching of your continued arousal with the new sound of her hips slapping against your skin.
“That’s it baby, take it” she whispered, her body leaning over your back, her body heat causing you to sweat even more.
“Yes- fuck, right there!” You exclaimed
“You wanna cum?” She whispered in your ear, barely sounding winded
“Nngh- yes mommy!” You answered, knowing it would throw her off.
And it did as you watch her blush in the mirror before she grabbed a hold of your throat while the other returned to your clit, rubbing it way more firmly than the last time.
“But since you asked nicely” she smirked as she pulled out, grinding her length back between your folds again, her pace not letting up. She made sure the thick head tapped and nudged against your clit, the barbell doing nothing but help turn your legs to jelly.
“Make me cum mommy, make me cum!” You whined
Feeling your pussy clench, you braced yourself ready to scream before Jaspers hand slip up your neck to you jaw. Tilting your head back as she kissed you again, just as you reached the edge.
Your screams were muffled by her own against your lips, eyes rolling back shut as your legs nearly giving out before she caught you. Body now leaning to the side.
She pulled away, watching you take slow deep breaths.
Afterwards you both hung outside by her motorcycle. She lit a cigarette, leaning against her bike. Her leather jacket was draped over your shoulder, not that she offered it to you, but you snatched it before she could reach for it and she didn’t feel like playing tug of war.
Finally you broke the silence “I have a question”.
She glanced over at you, she seemed more quiet. But you knew that only meant she was more susceptible to talk to. Maybe the sex helped with that.
“You were the one who suggested I get this piercing, why not a nipple or tongue piercing?” You mumbled, slightly agitated that she even suggested something hardcore for your crybaby ass.
You watched as she shrugged, unblinking “I just thought you’d look hot with it”
You laughed, standing next to her “that was still a jerk move”
You paused “you’re right, I honestly just did it just because. Yolo, or whatever they use to say”
She grinned “no one says that anymore idiot”
How my closeted ass feel writing this gay shit in my black christian household
Anyways hope you liked, might turn this into a casual seri
