Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Alice and Jasper. I just like putting them into smutty situations.

A/N: So this is the first assignment I had finished in such a short time—just over an hour! *gasp* I blame deadlines and early work hours the following day. And now you know why it's full of potholes and cracks. And because it's not beta'ed, it doesn't look as polished as I would have liked.

The delightful BellaFlan had some instructions in her assignment, which I tried so hard to follow. Honestly, I did. She said to write something out of one's comfort zone. Mine is writing smut in a male POV. I just feel so vulnerable writing it, because I'm basically groping in the dark. Second, to use as few adverbs as possible. BellaFlan, I tried. I really, really did. But I guess I'm just an adverb hoor. Lol. Third, to add cornflakes to the crazy mix. And I couldn't think of any other way to incorporate it into my fic without sounding lame. But I did, anyway. At least I tried, 'kay?

So yeah, very long rant over.

Oh, one last thing. This has some very, very minor buttlove. If you're not into that, be warned.

PTB SMUT UNIVERSITY WEEKLY ASSIGNMENT

SPANKING THE MONKEY

"Tell me what you want," Alice urged me in a breathy voice.

Still in a post-coital haze, I grinned lazily. "Why? You already know what I want even before I know it myself."

"Jazz." She pouted. "Not always. You sometimes change your mind at the last minute."

"To make it more fun." I shrugged. "Imagine how boring it would be if you knew every move I was about to make. Besides, you won't have to pretend to be surprised all the time."

"I don't pretend!" she cried and slapped my bare shoulder. I pulled her into my arms, pulling the bedcovers over our nude bodies.

Sex between us was not the usual thing. It was wonderful and astounding and sometimes messed up. Her power to foresee the future often left me incredibly satiated because she predicted what would drive me over the edge. The downside was that she could see beforehand any tricks I had up my sleeve. Nothing fazed her. Also, her power made me feel like she knew a lot more than I did, and it occasionally hurt my ego.

My power was pretty cool in this department. I had the advantage of knowing my effect on her quite easily since I could feel whatever she felt. I had discovered all her erogenous zones in no time at all. When she came, I always followed right behind her. Her pleasure amplified mine and when they combined, we could set a building on fire. And because I also had the talent to manipulate her feelings, I made sure she never got disappointed.

Other times though, I wished we were just a normal couple without any extraordinary skills. I knew every time she faked enthusiasm when I did something she didn't like, and somehow it hurt more than if she'd just told me the truth. I also started to doubt my prowess. Did I really give her pleasure because I was good at it, or because I "cheated" with my talent?

"Stop brooding. You're not Edward," she chided.

"Glad I'm not." I shuddered. Her words brought to mind my future brother who seemed as bland as cornflakes and carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

We were travelling the States in search of the Cullens, a vegetarian vampire family we were supposed to be part of in the future. She had filled me in on every one of them as if she had already met them. It was surreal to know so well someone you hadn't even seen, but she made sure I did. She even prompted me to memorize their names: Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett.

I knew she complained because she knew I was keeping something from her. I saw her close her eyes, her expression adopting one I knew too well. "Ali, stop looking."

She opened her eyes and frowned. "But I just saw something. And you would have liked it. But if you're not interested—well…"

I tried to fight it for a full minute, but in the end my curiosity won out. "All right. What did you see?"

She gave me a smile that rivaled the Cheshire cat's and pulled back a little. "If you'd rather not tell me what you want, why don't you show me?"

I thought about her words, and it made perfect sense. Maybe this was just what I needed. It took away the pressure to make everything good for her, and the frustration when I couldn't. I would only be responsible for my happiness. And if I failed, I wouldn't feel guilty.

She could benefit from this, too. She wouldn't need to look into the future to see how it affected us. She could just enjoy the moment.

"I'll do it on one condition," I told her. "You should do it as well."

"With plea-sha," she purred while crawling to the foot of the bed facing me.

Her ass teased me with its smooth, silky texture, and I couldn't help running my hand over the cheeks as she passed by me.

"Hold it right there, mistah," she growled. "You can only touch yourself from this point."

"Sure."

She positioned herself so that she sat facing me and spread my legs wide with her shorter ones. When she was satisfied, she spread hers and settled them on my thighs, so that we could see each other unhindered.

Her glistening pussy was only inches away. It would have been so easy to bury my fingers in it and feel its rough softness or rub my cock in its wet heat, but her earlier words made me stop. Searching for something else to torment, my hand found my rapidly hardening cock.

I formed a tight fist around the head and ran it up and down my length, gathering the juices from our earlier activities. Twisting at the upstroke and running my thumb over the slit caused me to pant in pleasure.

Encouraged by my actions, I saw her rub her hands on her breasts, to the junction of her thighs, to her knees, and then back up again. As if she couldn't take the teasing any longer, she used both hands to spread her folds and both forefingers to spread the sticky wetness. They massaged her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through the pit of her belly which mirrored my own.

I continued pumping my cock in a steady rhythm while my free hand crept lower to massage my balls. Alice was a genius to instigate this position; it made it so much easier for me to reach them. I looked at my hands working myself to a frenzied pace, and when I couldn't bear to watch anymore, I glanced at her face and saw her bite her lip to stop from moaning.

"Don't hold it in," I encouraged her. "You know how I love hearing you scream."

She whimpered softly. She had advanced to finger-fucking now. I watched greedily while her slender fingers continued to disappear inside her pussy, her thumb worrying the hood of her clit. She moved faster until it could have been a blur to weak human eyes, but my vampire nature made me see it all so clearly. My speed increased with hers, and the tingling sensation in her pussy felt so different when compared to the tightening in my balls but they somehow complemented each other very well.

My attention was divided now, and even my multifaceted mind couldn't seem to keep up. It was almost like doing the 69; I was consumed with my own pleasure as well as with hers, and my concentration was bound to slacken on one in favor of the other. But then as the delicious warmth that invaded her stone-cold body grew, so did mine, until it was hard to distinguish which belonged to her and which belonged to me. I finally gave up and closed my eyes. No distractions now. Just me, my cock, and that honeyed pool of desire that stretched between us.

As my hand sped up to the tip, I decided to give it a little more love. I rubbed my palm on the head, smearing pre-cum all over its sensitive nerve endings. The fingers rubbing my balls moved as if on their own accord, brushing the tips against my nether pucker. Shit, that felt amazing.

"Fuck!" Alice groaned.

I was hit with a big wave of lust, and I wondered what kind of touch could have possibly caused it. My eyes flew open and centered on her crotch. Her hands rested on her knees.

Confused, I looked up to her face to see her eyeing my hands hungrily, as if she wanted to trade places with them. Pride swelled my chest as I realized that I affected her as much as she affected me, even without controlling her feelings.

"Not fair, darlin'," I said between shaky breaths. "I'm doing all the work here."

She snapped out of her stupor, resuming her gratifying task. Mirroring me, she ran a wet finger over her ass. I'd never touched her there before, and seeing her do it made me realize how very much I wanted to. I tasted venom on my tongue as I thought of all the wondrous possibilities. She grinned at me knowingly, her eyes full of promise.

I felt myself getting close, my muscles tight with exertion. I worked harder to bring myself to that incredible end, and I saw her do the same. She came after pushing a slick finger into her butt to the knuckle. The tantalizing sight sparked my own orgasm, spurts of hot, ropey come landing on her pussy.

I recovered first. She still felt boneless from the intensity of her climax, so I pulled her up and tucked her into my side. "Thank you," I whispered as I kissed her quivering lips. It wasn't so bad listening to her after all, if that was any indication. With that simple act, she restored my faith in her, in me, in us. Alice definitely knew best.

A/N: So a few readers have been confused about a part in this story because Jasper seemed to feel exactly what Alice was feeling physically. So I'm going to put here what I told them.

In canon, Jasper's power is focused on feelings or emotions of others which he could feel and manipulate and I think they explain it due to his ability to control the hormones or whatever physiology it is related to emotions. But I read somewhere a while back about researchers doing a study about physical feelings (like touch or skin feeling) being related to emotional feelings (like joy or anger).

At the time I read that, nothing conclusive had come out yet and they were still in the process of researching it but it gave me an idea. What if Jasper really could feel what Alice was feeling physically? So I wrote about it. I could try to justify it by saying that Jasper and Alice were as close as two people can get because they were in love with each other that he has a special "sensitivity" to her unlike with other people. Or I can just plain claim creative license and say that I intentionally changed some parts of canon to fit my story.

Sorry if this confused you or made my story not believable. But thanks for reading all the same :)