A/N:

So this is the first homework assignment for Smut U

It's all Twilight

I don't know what to say about this, so completely out of my comfort zone.

I tried, y'all. I tried.

SM owns.


"Knock 'em down! Throw 'em Around! C'mon defense, work!"

"SPARTANS!"

"Knock 'em down! Throw 'em around! C'mon defense, work!"

"SPARTANS!"

"Gooooooo, Spartans!"

My ears are filled with the familiar screams of a fanatic football crowd as I land my hand spring, flawlessly, in perfect synchronization with Jessica and Lauren. The grass is slippery under my feet; I walk as slowly as possible while I smoothly wipe the water from my hands onto my skirt.

Slow and steady, Swan.

The last thing I need is a nasty slip and fall like last year.

Sure, okay, I wasn't hurt…but the water boy spent like a week in that cast.

This year is different; I can't afford to exhibit any klutzy tendencies.

My perky smile is still in place as we promptly join the rest of the squad in their raucous cheering that continues to hype up the roaring fans in the shiny metallic bleachers.

Another play starts as the wind picks up and I curse my somewhat revealing uniform for its lack of protection from the momentary chill. The adrenaline of being in charge highly surpasses the kind I get from doing a complex routine; I feel my heart begin to race as I run off the plan for our next cheer. I've been elected team captain for about six months and I'm still not used to being in control of everything.

I try not to become too distracted by the play that's in motion right now. The crowd waits in cramped expectancy and I hold my breath with them as I take a few peeks at the active field. I immediately search for the brightest thing there and am filled with a surge of pride as I spot my quarterback boyfriend backing quickly away from the scrimmage line with a scowl fit for the deadliest warrior fixed on his handsome face.

My breath catches from a different kind of excitement as I admire his tawny skin glistening in the stark white light; his sweat is the only evidence of pressure as his commanding presence dominates the field. His muscles ripple sinuously as he throws the ball. He's like an automated weapon as he drives it down the field; he twists, rearing back like a bullet before it rips through the air.

I'm sure our loud little town could be heard from Jupiter as Jacob Black, our highly revered quarterback, catches the ball from our star center Embry Call. That cocky smile spreads across my boyfriend's face as the ball sails through the air above the frantic players scrambling across the field. Everyone knows it's gonna be caught by the sure hands of Jared, the best wide receiver in the state.

I'm probably being a little biased with that description, but I just get so excited seeing Jake work his magic on the field.

If only he could work a little magic on me.

I laugh sadly to myself as I acknowledge, once again, the cliché that is our relationship.

The quarterback and the head cheerleader.

High School Sweethearts.

I hate myself for still wanting so much more.

The girls are completely clueless to my zoned out thoughts, but the swish of a dozen pom poms brings me out of my unwanted feelings and thoughts. I'm thankful for the distraction that is this game and I snap back into my role as captain; it was time to give these people what they came for.

It is so rewarding for to be a cheerleader in Forks; this town really loves their football.

But then, what else did this unassuming little town have going on?


I'm pretty sure I'm sweating in places I didn't even know I could; the biting breeze is no longer unwelcome but completely appreciated. It's almost half time and we're still in the lead; things are looking pretty good and I'm pretty sure I'm in for a very private 'victory celebration' tonight.

I feel immense guilt at wanting to groan in annoyance with the thought.

Since when did having sex with my boyfriend equate to doing dishes or taking out the trash?

You know when, Bella.

I'm nauseated as the girls form a huddle around me just as half time starts. I swallow my guilt as I quickly tamp down the tiny nerves that come from a bunch of eyes and ears anticipating my next move. As the somewhat new team captain, I was still just trying to get used to the minimal power I'd been given over the squad. "Okay, you guys stay here and stretch for a bit," I hated how my words came out like a question; I'm still praying I'll get used to leading them. Even the smallest requests I made were hesitant. "I'm gonna get the water dispenser from the utility closet," I watch for a second before I see several multi-colored ponytails shake in assent before I walk away.

I fight my way through the ravenous crowd exiting the stands and herding the concession stand. My 'pardon me's' are lost in the din as I step on everyone's shoes.

I guess I don't have to pretend to be graceful right now.

As I finally get free into the deserted school parking lot, I revel in the momentary reprieve of solitude on this short walk. I watch my shadow follow me through the dirty streetlamp lights; I weave quickly through the cars as the responsive shouts of the crowd behind me hang in my ears.

Of course, being alone sometimes means being alone with your thoughts; which is really something I don't need now.

But like most of my life these days, I have no control over it.

In my mind, I pin my boyfriend with unwarranted blame; I lay false guilt all over him to escape my hidden shame.

Maybe he is a selfish lover.

Maybe he is thoughtless towards me.

Maybe I am wholly dissatisfied with our relationship.

Thousands of little reasons of why he's to blame for me being a horrible person.

Thousands of pitiful denials fight pointlessly against the truth.

But the truth is; he doesn't deserve this.

I grab the doorknob to the little storage room at the side of the field and pull it open; the dangling chain that could give me light smacks me in the face. I don't really need it since I'm only going to be two seconds; so I just prop the door open letting the dim broken high lamps of the parking lot filter into the closet. Like a spotlight, the tiny glow illuminates the giant empty, orange water tank; it's labeled 'Girls' and it's on the very top shelf

"Okay, now that's just deliberate." I mutter sardonically, to myself. As a person of about 5'5'', I know I don't have a prayer of reaching that thing without a little help.

I sigh laboriously as I realize my two seconds in this musty closet are about to be elongated.

Just as I'm about to go find a stepladder or at least a very sturdy chair, the door closes and I'm encased in complete darkness.

I know who it is though I'm even hoping it's not him, but I ask anyway. "Jacob?" My voice is barely a whisper in the dark.

A low growl sounds at my guess and I'm gently pushed face-forward into the hard wall of this little room, "Guess again, baby." He mumbles in my ears, his hands automatically hooking into my hips; firmly, possessively.

I try to pretend like I don't know every inch of his calloused fingertips grazing the soft skin flirting from between the gap of my shirt and skirt. But I know that's hopeless, so I try like hell to pretend I don't like it so much.

The needy moan that slips away from me is a dead giveaway that I'm miserably failing at both.

"What?" I ask dumbly as my earlobe is sucked between his soft wet lips.

He ignores my faked ignorance; probably annoyed with my usual dalliance of pretending like I don't want this. "I want you, Bella." His declaration is as tangible to my body as his warm right hand slipping it's way up my thigh, so so slowly. My skirt bunches up as he gets dangerously near to my already soaked panties; I know he can feel the heat between my thighs because he tightens his grip on my long hair that's in his other hand.

He tugs my head smoothly to the side; his long wet tongue licks a searing line on my already burning skin, and I make a last ditch effort at retaining my dignity. "We shouldn't-", My lips are almost touching the wall as I close my eyes to the sensation of his left hand roughly massaging my wanting breasts. There is absolutely no space between us as he covers my back with his strong body, but yet I still find space to arch into his commanding hands.

He shushes me as his fingers creep under my defenseless panties; my knees almost give out as one digit strokes my craving excitement. My balled hands shake at my sides as he tugs down the cups of my bra, my breasts eagerly freed for his manipulations.

He pinches my nipple tenderly and I fold further into him. "Fuck…"I sigh in defeat because he's won again.

I can never resist this; resist him.

He unknowingly answers my thoughts, just like he always answers my deepest desires. "That's right." He chuckles darkly as I hear the metallic signal of him undoing his belt. I grow wetter at the very sound, the fucking anticipation. As soon as I hear his pants drop, my eyes open quickly. His hot kisses brand my neck and when he whispers his longing to me, my stomach tightens in dangerous ecstasy. "I need to fuck you, Bella."

His hands are pushing up my skirt, grabbing my ass through my panties. I fucking need him and he knows it. "Yes." I agree mindlessly, I'm under his thrall and it drips from my voice. I can't do anything else but whimper and moan for his cock; I don't even have the presence of mind to take off my shirt or panties.

I hear the faint crackle of plastic as his hands leave me momentarily, "Do you want me?" He demands in his sensually provocative voice.

God, I want him.

I don't know why he even asks me.

He already knows.

I can't stop whimpering. "Ungh…please?" I beg shamelessly, hating a tiny part of myself.

His hands are heavy on my delicate hips as he angles my body until my ass is sticking out for him. "Say it." He coos, giving me a little spank.

"Yes," I shudder as he hooks his fingers into my panties, peeling them off me slowly until they hit the floor. "Yes, Coach Masen, I fucking want you." I nearly scream it.

His breath is heavy as he spreads my legs for him; my hands slap the wall as I hurry to get my bearings. My heart nearly climbs up my throat as I feel him position himself at my entrance and soon I feel glorious pressure as he sheathes himself into me. "God, Bella," he grits out as he spreads me open for his swollen length. "Need you so much."

When he slides smoothly all of the way inside of me, his grunt makes my very skin electrify. It doesn't take him long to get his stride and when he does, there's nothing stopping him from fucking me deeply and heavily. My hair falls into my eyes; which are locked open in rapturous pleasure, seeing nothing while he hits that sensational spot deep inside of me with the head of his thick cock.

My knuckles are aching and I know they're a pallid white as I grasp futilely at the wall; desperate for something to hold onto. My strangled cries are pushed out with each delicious stroke of his dick inside of me; he pushes and pulls me onto his hardness while my teeth tear into my lip in a useless effort to stifle my savage screams.

The feeling of his hot sex inside of me, the sound of my ass slapping softly against his thighs, and the fact that I can't see the gorgeous man ravaging me; it's all a splendid culmination that attacks my senses.

I'm so fucking close.

I reach down, press two shaky fingers to my slick clit and rub it quickly. With one more stinging slap on my ass and a heavy thrust, I can't take anymore and just let go; flying into the throes of pleasure that only he can give me. Nothing matters as my tight wet body clutches onto his cock, milking it until he joins me in carnal bliss.

His arms encircle me just as he gasps; he pulls me upright, hugging my body to his as he continues to steadily pound into me. I moan weakly; my sweaty hands stroke his, desperate for him to come inside of me. He stiffens after one more jagged motion of his hips just before moaning deeply through his release.

When he regains composure, he loosens his hold on me. I can barely breathe as I brace myself on the wall. I lean my forehead leaning against it feebly; I can't stop shaking. I feel my skirt fall back into place; the deceivingly innocent ruffles tease the back of my sensitive thighs.

I make a move to turn towards him and regret it immediately.

"Edward?" My head spins and my voice shakes when he removes himself from me.

It's like he can't get away from me fast enough.

I reach for his shoulder; desperate to feel him, to make sure he won't disappear from me. My fingers catch air as I hear him stagger to the other side of the limited space of this closet.

I need to see him; I grope around for the little beaded chain before tugging it.

The harshness of sudden light blinds us both, but only for a moment.

His jeans are around his ankles; his boxers and shirt are all that covers him. My eyes are fixed on a used condom tied in a knot dangling from his shaking hand; the only evidence of our tryst other than our matching mussed hair and wild eyes.

His face crumbles when he looks at me in the shallow light in the room as if I'm a horrible apparition.

A deathly omen.

His breath no longer resembles the passionate pants he'd blown in my ears while he'd taken me and I can't even hear mine anymore.

It's lost in the air of this room along with my sanity.

His eyes translate an identical message; one that transcends the words we dare not speak.

No matter how good this feels, we shouldn't be doing this.

But we'll never stop.


A/N:

Thoughts? I'd love to hear them :)