A/N: Well apparently I'm posting these out of order. I know I said I'd post raw and unedited, but I can't bring myself to post them unfinished, and I have several I've written between the 2nd and today that need to be wrapped up and posted. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy day 11.


Penname: Dizzygrl28
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative - Twilight
Rating/Warning(s): M
Notes: Contains smut because for some reason my brain requires me to write smut.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without their express written authorization.
Prompt: Chapped Lips

Full, pink, pouty and chapped. I watched from across the lunch room as she pulled the lip balm from her purse and applied it to her lips, making them shiny and just a shade pinker. I knew what would happen next, she would cap the balm and toss it in her purse, and then… Yes, there it goes; her tongue darts out and swipes across her top lip, moistening it. This was her daily routine; after eating lunch, she'd always apply a fresh coat of lip balm to her delectable lips, and it was my daily routine to watch her from my side of the lunch room, wishing it was my tongue swiping over them, between them. Is it strange to wish you were a pair of perfectly pink lips?

I'd spent many days and nights fantasizing about those lips, kissing them, licking them, fucking her mouth as they wrap themselves perfectly around my cock. Yeah, I'm a perv, but you would be too if Bella Swan, the hottest piece of ass this side of Seattle, went to your school. No teenage girl should look as hot as she does.

Of course, she'll never be mine. I'm a nobody, just a small town boy with big town dreams, average looks and a handful of friends. I certainly wasn't Edward Cullen – thank fucking goodness for that – but unfortunately Bella clung to him like her life depended on it. Pshhh... What does that pansy have that I don't? Money, that's what. Money and that fucked up hairstyle that all the girls swooned over. "Sex hair" they called it, but if you ask me, it looked like he needed to brush his fucking hair.

I watched her lips as they curved into a smile when Cullen whispered something in her ear. I wonder what he told her to make her smile like that, and if I could make her smile the same way. Was he complimenting on how beautiful she looks today in her plaid skirt and white blouse? Or maybe he was telling her all the ways he wanted to lift that skirt and touch what was beneath it. Fuck. What I wouldn't give to be in Cullen's shoes for just one day. I'd worship Bella and her perfect lips and sexy body. I'd sneak her behind the school and slip my hands under her skirt, feel her bare (in my dreams she waxes), slick pussy as my fingers found their way into her panties. Shit, I'm hard now.

Looking around, I make sure no one is paying attention before I adjust myself and return to my fantasy and watching Bella whose head is now thrown back in melodic laughter. She leans forward and kisses Cullen chastely, her lips lingering on his for several more seconds than I can bear to watch, and I look away until I think it's safe to look back. I think about how her lips would feel against mine; I bet they're soft. I picture us behind the school again. This time I'm pushing her against the wall, kissing her fiercely and fingering her under her skirt as her hands fumble with the button on my pants, popping them open and freeing my hard cock. She grabs my dick in her hand, stroking it. Up, down, up, down. In my fantasy she is so wet, so tight and I want to bury myself in her.

"Bella, so wet, so tight." I murmur against her lips as I kiss her.

"Mmmm, yes, I love your cock. You're so much bigger than Edward."

"Fuck Cullen. Don't talk about him. Can he make you feel like this?" I tell her as I pump my fingers in her pussy and circle her clit with my thumb.

"No, no. He can never make me feel like you do. Fuck me. I want your big, hard cock in me." She whimpers.

I turn her around and she puts her hands against the building wall. "Yes, take me." She cries as I lift her skirt and rub the head of my dick over her slick folds. I grab her hips and thrust into her, and she yells out my name in pleasure.

"You… like it… when I… fuck you, Bella?" I ask her as I pump in and out of her.

"Yes, yes, yes! I love it when you fuck me."

She mewls and whines and moans, and I continue to pound into her from behind. She feels so fucking good that I'm going to explode any moment, but I want her to cum first so I reach around and find her clit, rubbing it in tandem with my thrusts. Her panting becomes more labored, and I feel her body tense around me as she begins to quake in her orgasm.

"Yes, oh yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Ooooooh, Miiiiiiiiike!"

She comes undone and chants my name over and over again, "Mike…Mike…Mike…"

"Mike? Mike? MIKE!!!" I'm startled out of my fantasy and look up to see Tyler snapping his fingers in front of my face, trying to get my attention. "Are you coming or what? Lunch is over." He says to me, but it takes me a moment to gather my thoughts. My mind and body are still reeling from the intense fantasy I'd just had. I look around and see that the cafeteria is empty and Bella is no longer sitting at her table.

Sighing, I grab my backpack and stand up to leave when Jessica points at the front of my jeans. "I think you spilled something." She says, and then Lauren gasps and Tyler laughs and I'm fucking mortified when I realize that what she was pointing at wasn't a 'spill'. Fuck my life!!! I came in my pants!


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