Title: Raw and Rosy
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters. No copyright infringement is intended.
Rated: NC-17. Contains mature content.
Warning: This is a spank!fic. It has a great deal of PWP and contains EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT. This is not exactly a bdsm story. Edward and Jasper are seniors in high school, both 18, so they don't have a lot of experience. They naturally fall into a sort of d/s dynamic, and this is a story of how they work through this discovery. Though this is 80% smut (and the smut is not entirely realistic), I see the remainder as a character study into Jasper's psyche. If this is not your cup of tea and/or if you are not of legal age - please stop reading now.
A/N: This was originally posted anonymously on the twi-kink meme on livejournal. (http: /community(dot)livejournal(dot)com/twi_meme/381(dot)html – Check it out!) I would like to give a huge thank you to the the founders and participants of this meme and to the lovely Domward's Mistress who supplied this prompt.
Here is the prompt given: Kink: Jasper discovers that Edward likes to be spanked. Domsper-ish/smut/ maybe even a little dark. All human is preferred.
Here is the beginning:
I hated Edward Cullen.
I hated him with a passion.
I hated the way he smiled that obnoxious crooked half smile. I hated the way the other guys at school tried to get their hair to stay up the way his so casually did. I hated the way all the girls at Forks High soaked their panties every time he walked by. I hated hearing my sister swoon about him ever since the first day he showed up in Forks. I hated the way he was so aloof and basically a dick to everyone, but somehow had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. I hated that I was no longer big man on campus.
All perfectly logical reasons as to why, after lunch, I had him pinned to the floor in the hallway in front of Mr. Banner's classroom, punching him in the ribs as he struggled against me. He had gotten a few good blows in before I had him trapped. But, now I had my hand on his jaw, holding his head down, about ready to use my other to get him square in his precious face.
"You like that don't you," I sneered. "You like it when I put you in your place."
"Hale! Cullen!" I heard the vice principal's voice calling down the hallway, and the clicking of his wingtips on the tile as he approached.
"What is the meaning of this? You're both seniors! I expect you to act like adults! What is it going to take to get the two of you to stop fighting? Every week I'm pulling the two of you apart!" His face was red and angry, so I immediately broke in with as soothing a voice as possible.
"We were just horsing around," I pleaded.
"Yeah," Cullen's immediate agreement shocked me. "Just messing around."
"We're good," I nodded. "Really, it won't happen again."
I scrambled up and reached out my hand to grab Cullen's. He hesitated, but played along and let me pull him up.
"See?" I said to the vice principal. "It's all good. Right, Eddie?" Without really thinking about it, I gave Cullen a quick slap on the ass, as if we had just been wrestling for sport, and not because I actually wanted to bash his perfect face into the lockers.
The vice principal and I both looked to Cullen for a response, but it was not what I had expected.
Cullen's reaction was unmistakable. His body tensed and his face turned a rosy color, but it was his expression that was the most revealing.
He was aroused.
My mouth gaped open a little, and I barely heard what the vice principal said to us. It was something about us not letting it happen again. If we want to roughhouse, we should do it off school property, and blah blah blah. I tried to nod in the right places, but I kept glancing over in Cullen's direction.
His shoulders were slumped down, and it was obvious that he was trying to conceal his groin. I sneaked a glance, and I did not miss the unmistakable bulge that was impossible to hide in his ridiculous skinny jeans that basically clung to his body.
I tried to catch his eye, to let him know that I knew, but he kept his eyes trained away from me. I knew he could feel my eyes on him, though, because his blush continued to deepen.
I was absolutely worthless for the rest of the day. My mind kept turning over the strange chain of events that had taken place. I wasn't sure why I cared, but I was starting to become obsessed with the idea of Cullen getting off on our altercation. Was it the fighting itself? Sure, occasionally I might have gotten a little excited when in the middle of one of our countless fights, but I was a teenage guy and it was due to all the adrenaline. I had certainly never been straining against my jeans the way Cullen had been. But, if he had been hard when I had him pinned down, surely I would have noticed it, right?
No, it was when I gave him the slightly-harder-than-friendly pat on his ass that he reacted so strangely.
Then, I finally realized it.
Edward Cullen liked to be spanked.
Oh, this was too good to pass up.
I thought about all the ways I could use this to exploit my nemesis. I could make t-shirts that said, "I Spanked Edward Cullen," or, better yet, try to slowly drive him insane by giving him a pat on the ass every time I saw him.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat in study hall.
Was the thought of spanking Edward Cullen getting me hard? I let my mind drift a little, away from thoughts of Cullen, and my hard on resided. Then, I heard the door creak open and my head turned. Into the room walking my rival himself, carrying a note for the study hall teacher. I studied him surreptitiously as he walked to the front of the room. I watched as the muscles in his rear end tensed as relaxed with each step. I thought about what it would be like to see it unclothed, to be able to put my hands on it, to give it a rough slap while Cullen writhed beneath me.
Yep, my boner had returned with full force.
After school got out, I waited around in the hallway where his locker was. My eyes were honed in on him as he pulled books out of his locker and shoved them into his bag. It was when he started toward the door that I made my move.
"Cullen," I called.
He kept his head down and kept walking.
"Edward," I called again, trying his first name.
He was visibly startled but picked up the pace. I jogged after him. He was fast, but I was faster. I caught up to him just as he reached his car - a stupid, shiny Volvo.
Before he could reach the door handle, I used my weight to press his body up against the car, effectively trapping him against me. I could hear his heart racing.
"Hale," he hissed. "What the fuck do you want?"
"I want to know what happened today."
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean."
"N-n-no, I don't." For the first time, his demeanor cracked.
"Yes, you do. Look, I'm not going to tell anyone. I'm not going to hurt you." I lowered my voice and leaned in a little, my lips almost brushing his ear. "I just want to see if I can make you blush like that again."
Edward's mouth formed a perfect "o," but he didn't say anything.
"Your parents home?" I asked him.
He shook his head.
"I'm coming over."
He swallowed hard and nodded.
He waited for me to return to my truck, and again for me to pull up behind him, so I could follow. I knew where he lived, everyone in Forks knew where the Cullens lived, but the driveway was hard to find from the road. When we reached our destination, I parked my truck behind his car and got out slowly, as he did the same.
He didn't say a word, but he did glance over his shoulder, seemingly to see if I was still there. I silently followed him into his house. Once we were inside the elaborate foyer, he turned to me awkwardly.
"Um, can I get you anything? A drink?"
"How polite, Cullen," I sneered. "You don't need to pretend. We're not friends. I came here for one thing, and one thing only."
I stepped up to him and grabbed the waistband of his jeans. I unbuttoned the fly slowly, closing the distance between us by nuzzling into the crook of his neck, greedily drinking in his scent. I never noticed it before I had him shoved against his car, but he smelled like sandalwood, musk and something else I couldn't place. Then, I yanked the stupid skinny jeans along with his briefs down in a rough motion and spun him around.
I took a second to take in his lithe body before speaking.
"Bend over for me," I ordered.
He glanced over his shoulder at me and his eyes widened, but he still said nothing. Instead, he shuffled over to the stairs that ended in the foyer, his jeans at his knees. I was about to scold him for not following my orders immediately, when I realized he was simply using the stairs for balance. He bent forward, resting his elbows on the stairs, pointing his perfect, firm, round cheeks up in the air.
"Fuck, you look so hot." I couldn't help the words escaping my mouth.
I approached slowly. Then I put my left hand gently on his left cheek. I ghosted my hand over the smooth skin, and then across the other cheek. His skin was so creamy and soft. It was all I could do not
to lean down and take a bite.
Instead, I struck.
Right in the center of his left cheek.
I left a beautiful pink marking right in the center.
I pulled my hand further back and struck again, a little lower this time.
"Fuck," I heard him whisper.
"You like that don't you?" I repeated my words from earlier that day. This time, Cullen responded.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned.
I struck again, this time closer to the crack of his sculpted buttocks.
He whimpered, and his body shifted as I saw his right arm move.
"Are you touching yourself, Edward?" I asked roughly, trying out his first name again.
"Need- need-" he started.
"What do you need?"
"I need to come."
I grabbed his arm to stop his movements.
"No, Edward," I said, feeling more comfortable using his given name, like somehow he was a different person from the Cullen whose ass I tried to kick at school. "You don't get to touch yourself. I'm going to make you come just from doing this."
I spanked him again, this time on his bare right cheek, leaving a nice, bright red mark to match the other side.
"How many strikes do you think it will take?" I asked in a whisper.
Cull- no, Edward, made a soft whining noise.
"Four?" I asked roughly as I continued my assault on his right side.
"Five?" I asked again, this time nearing his crack, my hand brushed against his scrotum as I brought it back.
I stopped counting after that, but it wasn't much longer, barely into the double digits, before his whole body was trembling on the staircase.
"Oh!" he cried with another strike that had me glancing his ball sack. "Jasper- Jasper-" He was panting my first name now. I couldn't remember ever hearing him call me "Jasper." It was only then that I realized how painfully aroused I was. I paused to free my cock from where it was struggling against my Levi's. I gripped it with my right hand and started tugging. Edward whimpered, so I bent forward and rubbed my hardness against his crack.
"Good god," he hissed.
"See what you're doing to me? See how hot you are, bent over and willing for me? Next time I'm going to spread those cheeks apart and fuck you until you're sore inside and out."
He groaned, and I thought I heard the word "please" escape his lips.
One more slap was all it took.
"Fuck, Jasper!" his voice reverberated through the hallway as he shuddered under me, shooting his seed out onto the Cullen's stairs.
Watching him give in to the orgasm was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. His whole body seemed to climax, tensing and releasing everywhere. I imagined, then, what it would feel like to have my cock inside that tight ass as he came, clamping around me, so I could feel his pulsing body.
"Ugh," I cried. A few more pulls and I was coming all over the rosy, raw, fleshy curves of Edward's pert ass.
"Goddamn, Edward," I whispered, as I bent forward a little to brace myself on his body.
He started standing up stiffly, obviously sore.
"Wait," I commanded.
"Bathroom?" I asked.
"First door on the right," he responded, jerking his head in the direction of a hallway to the right of the stairs.
I went to the bathroom and dug around in the linen closest. I found a washcloth, which I ran under warm water, and a bottle of lotion with aloe vera.
Edward hadn't moved from his position when I got back. I wondered if he was actually afraid of me or if this was just part of the game. All I knew was that if I wanted to do this again, and I did want to do this again, I couldn't fuck it up by being my usual huge dickwad self.
I first wiped my cum off of his back, then handed him the cloth so he could clean off his dick, as well as the staircase. While he was bent over the stairs. I squeezed some of the lotion into my hand. I took a good long look at his figure. His ass looked spectacular, bright red from the spanking and so tender to the touch. His skin had to be burning, so I put my hands on him gently.
He hissed when the lotion touched his skin.
"Shh..." I said soothingly. "The aloe in this will help."
I rubbed very gently, massaging his skin lightly to ease the redness. I got lost in the action of touching him so intimately, but soon, his hisses were replaced with contented sighs that he was obviously trying to suppress.
Once I moved my hands away, Edward finally stood. His arms were red from where they had been bracing his body, and I almost made a move to grab them and massage away the discomfort there, too.
What the fuck was happening to me?
Edward bent forward tenderly to pull up his briefs. It took him longer to get his jeans up, and he winced a little as the denim brushed against his ass. Finally, it was just us staring at each other in stony silence. Neither of us having a clue what to say.
"Why did you-" Edward started, then cleared his throat. "Afterward, with the lotion?"
Shit. The one thing he could have asked me that would throw me off guard.
The words came out without my really thinking them over. "I take care of what's mine. Your ass is mine now, Cullen." I ended the statement with a growl, and Edward once again responded with a flush.
"I still don't like you," he stated, but his eye twinkled as he spoke.
"I still don't like you, either," I agreed. I refused to believe that all the hatred I had poured into our rivalry was due to something as asinine as unresolved sexual tension.
His lips quirked up in the crooked smile I hated.
Only, this time, I noted, it wasn't quite so bad.