Twilight Imagines

The First Time** - Jasper

Word Count: 1640

Warnings: NSFW - sexual content, language

To say that your relationship with Jasper was hard and required a lot of patience, time and understanding; would be a big understatement. It was very difficult for many reasons, but number one being that he didn't trust himself around you. He wanted to, God, did he want to be able to relax and not be tense and afraid of hurting you. But he knew he couldn't do that so long as he was so intoxicated by your scent, and you were a fragile human.

The one thing that you had to get used to with being with Jasper was... not having sex. In many of your previous relationships, you had been physically intimate with your partners. And with Jasper, you wanted to more than you ever had in your life. And what made it all the worse, was that Jasper could sense how you felt toward him. He tried to make light of it and to change your feelings from lust to anything else, but it was inevitable. You couldn't resist your boyfriend, you were way too attracted to him. Anytime he would kiss you, which more often than not were short little sweet kisses, you tried to push your luck... Pressing your body into him, moaning, biting his lip, anything to try to turn him on. And it wasn't like he didn't feel the same, that was so far from the truth. Being able to feel how turned on you get by him only made it even worse for him. He loved that he had this affect on you, and he wanted nothing more than to give you what you want - but it was too risky for you.

And there were plenty of times that Jasper even almost gave in, like he wanted so badly to. Plenty of times it had gone further than just kissing, with your running your hands through his hair and pulling him against your body - he could sense and feel how turned on he was making you, it was driving him insane. He wanted to show you just how much he loved you, to make you his, to ravish you.

"Jasper..." You groaned as you lay in bed beside him. You had been watching him as he watched TV, and something so simple turned you on so badly. The way his jaw clenched when he saw something that irritated him, how his biceps flexed as his arm rest behind his neck. He looked amazing, and you wanted him soo bad. Before he can answer, you roll over and climb on top of him, straddling his waist. He cocks an eyebrow at you, but then you see his facial expression change from confused to something else... "Y/N.." He says sternly, fighting back that cocky sideways grin of his. You just give him an innocent look and lean over him, giving him a view of your cleavage, lightly grinding down on him as you move forward. You feel a low rumble in his chest as you place light kisses down his neck. His hands still find their way to your hips, against his better judgement, but he doesn't do more. "Y/N.. Come on, you're making this much harder than it needs to be, doll." He says, changing your lustful mood to a more relaxed and peaceful one.

"Jas... Changing my mood isn't gonna change the fact that I want you to make love to me." You groan, collapsing back beside him. He chuckles lightly and runs his hand over your arm.

"One day." He says, for the millionth time.

"When?" You press.

"When you are my wife and I can't accidentally kill you." He responds, also for the millionth time. You roll your eyes, half annoyed, half playfully. You do love and respect that he is stuck in his old fashioned ways, but you wish that he would trust himself more.

"Let's compromise." You decide, sitting up and leaning on your elbow. He turns his head to face you and cocks a brow again, curious as to how you plan to get your way.

"We'll do what Bella and Edward did. Wait til our honeymoon, but not til when you change me." You say. He gives you a look and goes to speak but you put your hand up. "If you can trust yourself enough to turn me, then surely you should be able to handle this." You say, feeling that you are making a good case.

"It's more than just craving your blood, Y/N. It's my strength, also." He says, wishing that he could just go along with what you want.

"And you could hurt me by hugging me too. Come on, it isn't as serious as you are making it. You will not hurt me. Compromise..." You practically beg, giving him a sweet puppy eye look. He groans and throws his head back, muttering. "Fine. Honeymoon."

And eventually, after what felt like an eternity, the two of you were married and off to your private island for your honeymoon. You had planned it thoroughly, more excited than you had been for anything in a long time. You bought yourself a nice set of simple black lingerie that you had slipped into earlier in the night after the reception. You knew that your new husband could feel how anxious and excited you were, and he only grinned at you as you walked from the boat up to the house. He sped inside to place the luggage in the bedroom, and in an instant was back, standing in front of you, a sexy smirk tugging at his lips. "My beautiful wife..." He mutters, lifting you up bridal style and carrying you inside as you laugh and hold onto him tight. He takes you straight into the bedroom and places you on the king sized bed gently, standing before you once again.

You feel intimidated in the best way as he stands over you, looking at you with an unreadable expression. "Are you sure about this?" He questions, still very apprehensive about possibly hurting you.

"I want to do this while I'm still human. You will not hurt me, Jasper. I trust you." You assure him, grabbing him by his dress shirt and pulling him down to your level for a sweet kiss. You can feel that he is physically tense, and feel can feel how much you want him. He decides to just let go a little and give you a real human honeymoon experience, as safely as he could. He cups your cheek with one hand and moves closer, leaning his knee on the bed between your legs. You start scooting back on the bed, not breaking the kiss, until you are up in the middle, and lay on your back. He climbs over top of you, feeling himself getting turned on already by how long he has waited to do this. He deepens the kiss, growing more passionate and needy by the second. He breaks it only to reach behind you and unzip your party dress, slipping it off of you and admiring how amazing you look. You feel nervous about how he feels about the lingerie, but he looks pleasantly surprised, so you take it as a good reaction. "You are so gorgeous." He mutters, reconnecting your lips in a more feisty and needy kiss.

You are quick to strip each other, wanting to get right to it, no more time wasted. You groaned in his ear as he grinded down on you, trailing your hands up his biceps and back. "Jasper.. I need you." You mutter, desperate to finally get what you want. He was sure to use a condom, given what happened with Bella. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and carefully entered you, letting out a groan as you sighed, feeling all of that built up sexual tension finally being relieved. "Are you okay?" He asks, leaning up on his arms and studying your face and emotions to be sure he isn't hurting you.

"I'm amazing." You breath, jutting your hips a little as a hint to move. He starts to build a pace, feeling his self control slowly go out the door. He kisses you passionately as he goes faster, paying attention to how you react to him. He holds onto your waist and buries his head in your neck as you hold onto his back, getting louder and closer to your climax already. "Jasspperrrr. Fuckkk." You groan, biting on his muscular shoulder. Nothing has ever felt as good or intimate or special as this right here, and Jasper almost regrets waiting so long to finally make love to you. He holds onto you tight as he feels you coming close to the edge, trailing kisses all over your chest and neck, loving every second of finally making you his.

And then he sends you over the edge when he leans on one arm and uses his free hand to rub your clit, smirking at you as he watches you fall apart. "Jasper! Oh God!" You exclaim, arching your back and crying out as you cum for him. This is what pushes him to his own climax and he carefully collapses over you, careful not to squish you with his body weight.

After catching your breath, he lays down beside you, discarding the condom in the trash and pulling you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair and you rest on his bare chest.

"That was amazing. I told you, babe." You smirk, kissing his chest as you rub his stomach.

"I love you." He mutters into your hair, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you, Jasper." You whisper, and he feels just how much you mean that - both of your lives feeling more complete than ever.