"What's Love Got to Do With It? Anti-Valentines Day Contest"
Title: Dodgeball!
Penname: tiffaninichole
I don't own Twilight. If I did, I'd be on my private island taking a bath in diamonds and eating caviar off of RPattz's tongue.
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"Bells, I know you're hyped up, but you can't do stupid shit! If you try to pass the boundaries again during the championship, I'm pretty sure we'll all take turns kicking your ass."
"Emmett, please just shut the fuck up. First off, you wish you could take me. You know I'm badass." I smile at him and he exaggeratingly rolls his eyes. "Second, he was taunting me and you know it! I still have that damn taste in my mouth! What was I supposed to do?!"
"Uh, how about ignore him and take one for the team? So he put that sour shit on your toothbrush that made your teeth turn brown," I interrupt him with a scoff and he continues. "Just laugh it off and move on. Aren't you 22? I swear you two are like 11 year olds! You damn near cost us the game; our perfect season! And for what? To junk punch Jasper in the middle of a game?"
"Damn straight! He deserved it! And I could have lost the game. I shouldn't havepunched Jasper in his shriveled balls. But I didn't and I did. Blah, blah, blah... shoulda, woulda, coulda. It's in the past now. I'll control myself during the game, but I can't guarantee I won't be arrested for assault when the game's over."
"As long as you don't fuck up our chances, be my guest. You fuckers are funny as hell." Emmett tells me, patting my ass as he walks away. I know it doesn't mean anything; he pops major boners for our teammate Rosalie Hale. He's too damn slow to realize the drool that oozes out of her mouth when he walks into a room. Dummies can't even see what's right in front of them.
"Hey, Bella, can I smack your ass, too?" my teammate Mike Newton asks as he wraps his arm around my waist.
"Back up, Mike, before my shoe makes love with your face."
He backs away and puts up his hands in surrender. "One day, Swan. One day you'll give me a taste of that sweet, sweet ass."
I roll my eyes, "Yeah, keep dreaming."
"I will," he smirks. "That's where all of my wet Bella dreams happen."
"Ugh, perv." I laugh and punch him in his arm while walking away to the locker room. Poor boy never gives up. Oh well, it's kind of flattering.
Walking into the women's locker room, I see Alice Brandon, the other starting female on our team.
"Hey, Bella. Good practice today. You ready for the game?"
"Hell yeah! I can't wait to smear the floor with Jasper's face."
She laughs while shaking her head. "Should I be worried that your face lights up when mentioning inflicting bodily harm on someone?"
"Hey! Hurting Jasper is fun. It gives me my womanly glow!" I smile and caress my cheeks to prove my point.
"I have to admit, when you put that 'I brake 4 gay bars' bumper sticker on his car, I almost died laughing! You guys sure know how to make a gal's day."
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't have had to do that if he didn't tangle that big ass, sticky rubber band in my hair. I thought I was gonna have to cut it!"
"Well, if I remember correctly, he only did that because you put black dye in his shampoo bottle. His whole damn head... ears, forehead--even his neck was black!"
"So! He put itching powder down my shorts! Had me scratching my cooch like I had a critter infestation. I had to visit my dad that day! Do you know how hard it is to discreetly scratch your snatch every six seconds in the presence of your father?! Not cool, dude."
Alice breaks into hysterical laughter and I'm seething. God I hate him! Egotistical bastard, with his shit talking and condescending smirks. I'll shove that pretty smirk right up his ass tonight.
Everyone in the league knows about the rivalry between Jasper Whitlock and me. Just thinking his name pisses me off. Being in his vicinity makes me wanna punch something-preferably him. I don't know what happened to ignite the unbridled hatred between us and frankly, I don't care. He was always fucking with me. I still haven't forgotten when he replaced my Bath & Body Works gel with some kind of gag soap. Turned my skin electric pink for a damn week. Oh yeah. Fucker's gonna pay.
While taking my shower, I think of all of the ways I can pay Jasper back. I think a little Liquid Ass will come in handy. I smirk to myself thinking of making his stupid tan, leathery skin smell like shitty dumpster juice. I'm so good.
When I'm finished washing my hair, I step out of the shower and head over to my duffel bag to get my blow dryer. I hate walking around with wet hair.
"Hey, Alice, do you have any more of that CHI Silk Infusion? I forgot to bring serum with me when I packed my bag."
"Yeah, lemme get it."
She bends over to reach into her bag and I notice her new ink.
"Holy shit, you got a new tatt?!"
She hands me the serum, smiling. "Yep. Got it a week ago. You like?"
I start applying the product to my hair, working it through. "Yeah, it's really cute! But you're gonna run out of space soon if you keep it up," I laugh.
"No such thing," she smiles back at me while curling her hair.
I plug in my blow dryer, set it on high, point it towards my head and turn it on full blast.
"AAAAAAAAGH!!! What the hell?!?" I scream. I quickly drop the dryer and blink my eyes, trying to see what's going on. What the fuck?! Something's coating my throat, making me gag and spit and cough like crazy. I can't see, so I walk like a mummy with my hands out, trying to feel for the sink. When I find it, I turn on the water and rinse my eyes out. I look around, blinking my eyes rapidly to rid them of the tears, trying to figure out what happened when I see Alice and Angela doubled over in silent laughter, gasping for breath.
"What the fuck's so funny?" I spit.
"Jasper.......... Put......... Powder...... In your dryer!!!" Angela heaves out before crumbling to the floor, laughing maniacally.
"Oh GOD, Bella! That was.... The funniest shit E-VER! One minute you're just standing there and the next, you're in a cloud of white dust!" Alice yells as tears of laughter roll down her face.
"BELLA!!!..... Your..... Hair..... Is..... ASHY!!!!"
At this point, everyone's come into the room to see what's going on and my whole team breaks out into hysterics. Fucking Jasper.
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, fuckmonkeys. I'll get him and I'll get him good!" I shout while waving my arms in the air.
"You sound like the Wicked Witch of the West!" Eric snorts through his laughter.
This brings on even more laughing and jokes. I leave the assholes behind me as I stomp off to take another shower, plotting the demise of Jasper Whitlock. I'm usually a calm and levelheaded person, but Jasper brings out the worst in me. He's so gonna get it.
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Before each game, we have to shake hands with each player from the opposing team. When it's my turn to shake Jasper's hand, he gives me that stupid smirk.
"Hey, Swan. Why do you smell like baby powder? I mean, if you wanna smell like toddler ass, that's your prerogative, but—"
"Shut the fuck up, Whitlock. You're going down tonight."
After the hand shaking, we all go to our walls, ready for the whistle to blow. Three men and three women on each team. I quickly size up each of my opponents while the ref sets up the balls. The girls will be too easy. They're new and scrawny as hell. No muscle mass. Weaklings. I'll leave them to Rose and Alice. The two guys besides lanky ass Jasper are big and hulking. Way too big to have any speed. All brawn. Emmett and Peter should have no trouble taking them down. I have tunnel vision. And my target is that fuckface Jasper. I came here to kick ass and chew bubble gum... And I'm all out of bubble gum.
My adrenaline kicks in as I anticipate the whistle blowing. I crack my neck from side to side, keeping my eyes on the prize. And by prize, I mean pulverizing Jasper with as many balls as I can. Let's see if I can break my record of bruises I leave on Jasper's body. My all-time high is 24. Twenty-four beautiful, ball-shaped bruises that made me as proud as the mother of an honor roll student. You'll get yours tonight, Jasper Whitlock. Oh, yes. You. Will. Feel. Me.
The ref walks to the middle of the court with his whistle hanging from his lips. Bring it, I'm so ready. I wanna jump up and down and do cartwheels, I'm so amped up. The crowd silences and all attention is on the court. The whistle blows and I push myself off of the wall, running for the nearest ball. Jasper was headed for the same one, but I get to it first. Haha, fucker. I smirk at him as he backs away from my wrath, but my aim is too good and my arm is too strong. I throw the ball as hard as I can at Jasper. He ducks down, but I anticipate his move and aim lower, where I knew his head would end up. BOING!!! The ball hit that country bumpkin right in the nose. YES!!! Blood? Oh no. Blood is running out of his nose at an alarming rate. I swear I can smell it. Damn my nose and my stomach. I start to feel woozy.
The ref calls timeout and Jasper runs to clean up his face. Asshole's gonna pay for making me sick. Game. On.
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"To the Death Dealers!"
"DEATH DEALERS!!!" we all shout in unison, clanking our beer glasses together.
"Bella, you kicked ass and took names tonight, baby girl!" Rose claps me on my back.
"Yeah," Emmett agrees, "you definitely earned MVP tonight, Bells!" I swear he had hearts and cupids floating around his head. He has it so bad for Rose.
We won four out of seven games against The Panthers and victory is oh, so sweet. Jasper looked so crunched after we won the 'Ship it made my heart flutter. Hehehe.
"Where is Jasper anyway? His team agreed to come tonight, no matter who won," I ask the group.
"Oh, they're all here. Just scattered around," Emmett tells me.
After three beers, I have to use the restroom. I excuse myself and walk to the back of the bar, bummed that I haven't been able to rub the complete and utter ass kicking in Jasper's face.
Entering the empty bathroom, I walk into a stall and turn around to close it.
"What the fuck?!"
Jasper appears in front of the stall door and is stopping me from closing it. His eyes are dark, hooded, blazing-- watching me as if he's a predator... and I'm his prey. He slowly walks into the stall, closes the door and locks it behind his back, all without taking his eyes off of me.
"What the hell are you doing, Jasper?" I yell while pushing him against the stall door. He grabs my wrists and quickly turns me around so my back is against the door. He pushes me harder and presses his body into mine. Holy shit.
He puts both of my wrists into one hand and lifts them above my head. Holy. Shit.
He leans his face into my neck and pushes his hips into my thigh. I feel his hardness. Holy. Fucking. Shit. My center involuntarily twitches and I feel the moisture in my panties. Stupid traitor body.
"I didn't appreciate that electrifying beer can tonight, Swan. Shocked the hell outta me. What am I gonna do with you? You've been kind of mean. I think it's time you learn your lesson."
He lifts my shirt to reveal my bra and he sharply takes in a gulp of air.
"What am I gonna do with you? Teasing me. Flaunting your tight little body around in those shorts. Those fucking skin tight shorts you wear to the games. You fucking tease. You know exactly what you're doing." He takes a nipple into his mouth and I moan.
"Oh, you like that? Evil girl with your fucking pranks and your round, sexy ass."
He reaches around with his free hand and palms my ass. I thrust my hips forward while my head hits the door behind me.
"Yes, this fine ass is mine tonight. You'll be screaming my name, Swan."
Holy shit.
He backs his torso away from me and unbuttons his jeans, pulling out his dick. Damn, it's big. Nice and thick. I realize I'm panting and Jasper smirks at me.
"Like what you see, Swan?"
"Hell no. I've seen bigger."
He grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. Our mouths press tightly together as our tongues battle it out. He hastily pulls my pants and panties off while I lower his jeans to the floor, never breaking the kiss, never backing down. Hands are everywhere. Hair, chests, thighs, backs, asses. We're a tangle of hands and lust and tongues. I'm about to explode. I've never felt such blinding passion before. I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips. He moans into my mouth and grinds into my center. I feel his head rubbing dangerously close to my entrance and I grind on him, hoping his dick will just put me out of my misery already.
I break the kiss. "So are you gonna do something with that pathetic dick or are you just gonna hump my leg like a dog all night?"
"Oh, I'm gonna do something. I'm gonna do something fast. Hard. And deep." He punctuates each word with a thrust.
"Well, shut the fuck up and get on with it, then!"
He takes his cock in his hand and lines it up with my entrance, rubbing it back and forth.
"Shit. So wet."
I'm about to come up with something witty to say when he thrusts into me. Hard. I yell out and he covers my mouth with his hand.
"Shut the fuck up, before someone hears you."
I close my eyes and concentrate on not making much noise. But it's so hard. Literally. I'm moaning and struggling to stay quiet and Jasper leans in to my ear.
"Not a big shit talker now, huh, Swan?"
He lifts my ass up higher and firmly grabs each cheek, rocking his hips back and forth. Each thrust, harder and deeper than the last. He's hitting spots that I didn't even know were there. I let out a guttural moan. Words are not an option right now.
"You like me like this? Pounding into your hot pussy? Huh?"
Harder and faster. I don't know how long I can last. His head bends down and captures a nipple in his mouth. He gently bites down and pounds harder into me.
"Oh, god."
"You like it rough? I shoulda known you would." He pushes harder. Our skin is slapping together loudly and my moans are echoing around the room.
"Ohhhhhhh... Oh g--oh my--FUCK!"
"Don't make me cover your mouth again. Shut. Up."
I grab his head and kiss him roughly. His tongue is so slick and warm and tastes like Skittles. Mmmmm, so good. He yanks his head away from mine.
"I woulda fucked you a long time ago if I knew it'd shut you up like this," he grunts.
I'm grinding so hard into him. Sweat is covering our bodies. Our chests are slick and gliding against each other. It's so hot in here. I can't get enough. I need more... Anything. Everything. I reach around and dig my nails into his back to feel more of him.
"Yes. Show me how much you love my cock in you. Fucking you senseless."
My legs wrap tighter around him and I writhe wildly against him, my heels digging into his ass. My nails are clawing at his back and his hands are grabbing my ass and our tongues are battling a war. The door is getting noisy, rattling and squeaking, but I don't care. I don't care who hears.
"You're so fucking wet. Feels so amazing," he growls while he pumps into me with abandon.
"Yes. Amazing. So good!"
"Play with your clit. Reach down and rub your clit. Now!"
I look him in the eyes as I slowly lower my hand down. He thrusts faster as he watches me play with myself. I look down and the sight of him sliding in and out of me is almost too much. I squeeze my eyes shut and press harder on my clit.
"Oh, god. Jasper!"
"Play with your pussy. That's it. I want you to come, Isabella. Come on my dick while I pound into your sweet pussy."
Faster. Faster. He grabs my ass tighter and pushes himself deeper, filling me completely. I know I'll bruise, but I couldn't care less. I feel my orgasm building. The pain is so good. Our noises are getting louder. He's grunting with each thrust. I lower my head and muffle my screams into his shoulder.
"I feel you. I feel your pussy throbbing, getting ready to milk my dick. You want it harder?"
He thrusts harder into me. One solid pump and my whole body convulses. I squeeze my eyes shut, stars bursting behind my eyelids as my body erupts, filling me with ecstasy. Spiraling out of control. Nirvana.
"Shit!" he moans pumping into me deeper and harder. His forehead is resting against mine and he's staring at me with lust-filled eyes. His movements are becoming more and more sporadic. I know he's close, so I grind hard onto him, up and down, back and forth, impaling myself on his dick.
He lets out a loud growl into my ear and pumps a few more times before stopping. Holy shit.
We stand there, panting and staring at each other for some time. Minutes. Hours. Who knows. Who cares. I decide to break the silence.
"This changes nothing," I say while unwrapping my legs from around him and lowering myself to the ground.
"Who said it would?" He gives me that stupid smirk and I slap it right off of his face. He looks shocked and grabs his cheek.
"God, I've wanted to do that for so long." I smile wistfully and pull my pants up.
"You look like shit. Like you've been thoroughly fucked." He pulls up his pants and straightens his shirt. It's no use. It's wrinkled and sweaty. His curly hair is matted to his head. Stupid fucking Jasper.
I scoff, "I don't know why I would look like I've been thoroughly fucked; your dick was subpar at best."
He laughs and roughly grabs my ass as he reaches for the stall door. "Good game, Swan. The fucking could use some improvement though."
I reach out to punch him, but he quickly shuts the door before I can reach him. I hear his footsteps as he dashes to the door to escape an ass beating. Dickmuncher.
I walk out of the stall and examine myself in the mirror. Ugh. I pull my hair back and put it in a messy bun. My mascara has run a bit, so I wet my fingers with water and gently wipe away the raccoon eyes. I reach in my pocket, grab my lip gloss and reapply. Surprisingly my shirt isn't that wrinkled. I look pretty good, decent enough to face my friends. Hopefully they'll be too drunk to notice anything. Walking to my table, I sigh in relief. They're shitfaced.
I sit down and join in on the conversation, nobody none the wiser. After 15 minutes or so, Jasper and a few of his teammates come to our table and join us. I flush with excitement and nod to the waitress across the room. She knows the signal. She nods back and slowly makes her way over to our table.
"Which one of you's Jasper Whitlock?" the waitress asks. "You have mail."
She drops an envelope onto the table and walks away. Emmett, nosey fucker that he is, quickly snatches it up. Just like I planned, I smile to myself.
His eyes widen in surprise. "Oh shit, Jasper! I... Whoa!"
The whole table stops talking and looks in Jasper's direction to see what's going on.
Jasper looks confused and takes the envelope out of Emmett's hands, reading aloud what it says.
"'Compulsive Masturbation Group Support'? What the hell?"
The table erupts into laughter and Jasper drops his head, looking mortified. Oh yeah. My job is done here, folks. I can now die a happy woman.
"This isn't mine! I don't know where this came from!"
His denial provokes the group even more.
"Sure, buddy. It has your name on it... But it's not yours!" Emmett claps him on the shoulder and lets out a loud, booming laugh.
Jasper mumbles to himself, probably trying to figure out what the hell's going on. Suddenly his head snaps up and his eyes squint at me as realization dawns on him.
I smile seductively at him and mouth the words, "Game on, Whitlock."
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