These one-shots involve graphic sex scenes, language and references.

Bella and Edward, possible other pairings later on. It's Twilight porn. ON CRACK. It's also a filler, and I'm trying to finish my other fics, too.

Beware of femmslash in the future.

Enjoy.

Forks. Who the fuck thought of Forks? Why not Spoons? Or Switchblades?

As long as we're on the topic, I expressly wished I had the access to some sort of sharp implement. I was sluggishly making my way to Biology.

"Bella! Hey, Bella, wait up!" Mick called from down the corridor. Mick? Mac?

"Oh, hey...um, Mmm-Miiiii—"

"Mike." He gleefully provided, sidling up to me as I side-stepped a banana peel on the floor outside the home room.

"Mike." I repeated politely, brushing my hair over my ear with my fingers.

Desperate for a knife to cut through the tension, I conspicuously cleared my throat, eyeing the door to the lab with reverence.

"So, uh, you're...in Biology with me...aren't you?" I asked, not to give the boy any harder of an erection, just to fill in this nasty gap of unrequited attention he had poking out of his jeans.

I tried to create a buffer, so to speak, so it wouldn't seem so obvious that I was trying to ignore Mick—Mac—Fuck it! Mike.

"Yes!" he replied and I almost thought he was going to squeal with delight.

Now, what is it with these North Western boys? Are the pussies up here different shapes to Phoenix pussy? Are the men here so incredibly sexually deprived that the first sign of tits under a sweater gets them cumming in their jocks and fishing trunks?

I have to admit, the motion is flattering. In a weird, get-the-fuck-away-from-me kind of sentiment.

Who knew the awkward, foul-mouthed, mousy piece of pale ass that infamously puked all over Principal Garner in Freshman year would turn into such a pussy palace, a sight to be seen amongst the guys of Forks, Washington.

I was a dick magnet, and disturbingly, there hadn't been any male in the entire school who hadn't tried to give me an anal lobotomy as they rubbed their junk up against my ass in the lunch line, or in front of my new locker.

I was like the fucking Taj Mahal. I was an entity in this town. Something unique and different, from a far away land!

I stepped into the conversationally detached sanctity of the Biology lab, where Mike was asked to take a seat in his usual place, while I was allocated a free one.

Looking around the room, everyone was talking, staring up at me, or making paper planes and texting pictures of pierced clits to everyone on their contact list.

"Isabella Swan?" The teacher asked, surprisingly cheerful for a Science teacher, especially in such a drab, dead-end town.

"Bella." I corrected habitually, fumbling with my class schedule and booklist as he piled a few texts on top of my notebook.

"Thanks." I muttered as he motioned to an empty seat near the back of the room.

Sex on a fucking stick!

I tried to act blasé as I creamed my pants, approaching the table seated with my Adonis lab partner. Seriously, dude, ugly up, or you're gonna be getting some pretty hefty unwanted attention from the fruity male persuasion. The fishermen up here are at sea for a while, and this guy is ripe for the picking by horny, bi-curious, middle aged men who've already passed their finger in every pussy pie on the North Coast.

Anyway.

I attempt a straight face as I make it look subtle the way I'm rubbing my thighs together as I take a seat.

He stares at me as if I have a second head, making no conversation, or taking any interest in the fact that I'm new meat. I huff, for once, pissed for the lack of attention.

I struggle with an uncomfortable amount of arousal in my panties for the entire fucking session, my hands creeping down my thighs to the crest of my wetness before retracting back up my lap before I start masturbating in the middle of class.

Is he wearing pheromones? I sniff the air. No, but fuck, does he smell damn fine.

My nipples were standing a salute to him and his beautiful sex hair. He looked like a ginger from far away, but upon closer inspection, I realise his hair is a coppery brown, and just so fucking pretty.

Better than Jacob's dull black, or Garrett's blonde mop. But my past sexual conquests have no consequence here, as none can compare to the absolute panty-dropping ability of this man.

His arms were taught muscle, his forearms resting in front of him on the dark blue table. His jaw, oh, fuck me sideways, his jaw! So angular, and his lips are not too pouty, but not non-existent, either.

I could imagine nibbling at his neck, his ear lobe.

I was staring. I straightened up, and snapped my eyes back to the front of the class, while taking a surreptitious inventory of Count Sex-ula, over there.

His hands were in tense fists, like he was aware of my perving. But surely—

I glance at his face.

FUCK! His eyes are directly on me.

Oh, shit just got real, he must know I was staring at him the whole time. Fuck, what if he has an insanely jealous girlfriend with talons for nails?

No doubt, I'll get tit-punched if I mess with someone as hot as him while his "cubicle is occupado" with some blonde skank.

But wait...

A second glance, and he's staring at my boobs.

I perk an eyebrow of shock, and gradually, endearment.

To hell with decency, just put your dick in me. That rhymed. Is it possible to get a lady boner? Because I had one.

He realised I'd caught him staring, and he didn't look one bit abashed about it. Completely nonchalant, as if he was caught reading a K-Mart catalogue. I hoped my breasts were more interesting and appealing than that.

That being said, it wasn't as if I didn't like it. I enjoyed it. And I found I was growing intensely more horny because of it.

My brain was rampant with images of him naked, and me spread out before him, on the desk, in my truck, in his car (I imagined something sophisticated but vintage and badass, like a Cadillac) on my childhood bed, on my couch, on my parent's bed, on the kitchen table, on the fucking floor...

I also tried to imagine how big he was.

I had been unintentionally letting my eyes fall over his torso, sweeping strokes of flirtation over his stomach, down his back, over his lap—

And the fucking huge bulge that was protruding out of it.

Seriously, I could hang a couple of dung bells on that thing.

"Oh my God," I whispered, averting my eyes so as to keep myself from launching my hoo-ha onto his cock right then and there.

A small smirk appeared on his mouth, and I practically fell out of my chair.

He was enjoying this as much as I was.

I wonder if he was up for...?

The bell rang. I swore under my breath, predicting the relentless finger-thrashing my cunt would receive tonight due to prolonged sexual frustration because of the "boy I met in school today".

Ugh. Sigh.

I was packing my books up, thrusting them into my backpack with a strong ferocity. I zipped the bag up, slinging it over my shoulder and prepared to walk away with dignity before sulking in my truck on my way home, when suddenly, a hand encountered my waist, curling around my hip and guiding me in the opposite direction of the parking lot.

I was breathing heavily, so utterly terrified and exhilarated with the potential of this situation. The halls were quickly emptying of students. We didn't look out of the ordinary, although his tightening grip on me did begin to catch the attention of a few onlookers.

I was pushed rather roughly into the staff bathroom, stumbling into the tiled wall adjacent the door before he grabbed my hips and spun me around. Before a second had passed, his mouth was on mine, his tongue skilled and delectable.

I moaned loudly as I let my own tongue enter his mouth, this stranger, this horny saviour. It had been quite a drought in Phoenix, and I wasn't talking about the weather.

My sexual climate had been as dry as Utah, and this was the exact amount of hydration I needed.

His hands skimmed firm lines down my sides, reaching around my ass and squeezing tightly enough to lift me off of the floor. He pushed me up against the wall and I hooked my ankles around his hips, feeling his deliciously hard cock against my crotch.

I was surprised I hadn't made a dark patch on my jeans from all my "frustration" back in class. I had thought I might need to wipe down my seat after standing up.

"Oh, please tell me you're gonna fuck me." I finally begged, the first words spoken between us ever.

"I fucking intend to." I gasped at his voice.

It was smoke and amber and sex.

I whimpered in submission as he ground his hips into me. I gyrated my hips in the opposite direction, his head falling onto my shoulder with an overload of sensation.

I breathed him in, relishing the clean, boyish scent he exuded with his proximity. I'd be smelling him for weeks. This instant fuck seemed like a one-off.

Like a comet. This only happened once every few years, if it recurred at all.

He released me from his strong-hold against the wall, my converse making contact with the floor. I grasped him by the front of his jacket, pulling it off his shoulders with enough force to dislocate a joint.

His hands then explored the wonders under my sweater, pulling the stretchy fabric up and over my head.

My t-shirt was clinging to the small of my back with sweat. There was a small 'v' on the front of his shirt where he had the same problem.

I dug my nails into his waist, pulling him further into the bathroom where he hoisted me up onto the bench with three or four basins across it.

My ass was half hanging in a sink.

Buttons were unbuttoned, zips were unzipped, jeans were removed and my Pandora's box was revealed for the world to see...well, this guy, anyway. I was about to ask where he intended to go now, when he immediately, pulled my ass closer to the edge of the bench, lifting my legs over his shoulders in two fluid lifts before plunging tongue-first into my pleasure palace.

My fingers and toes curled, my head falling back and in danger of cracking the mirror behind me. I felt my hair caressing the faucets and the backs of my hands as I held myself up.

"Mmm...you're dripping wet already—have a little trouble during class?" he hummed into my vag.

The pleasure mounted due to the vibrations from his low voice, and I just about slammed his head with both my knees.

His tongue ran circles around my entrance, dabbing at my clit with practiced expertise while his fingers fluttered closer to the party.

My heels were digging into his shoulder blades as he went harder, humming and sucking and rubbing and plunging.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I gasped, my eyes bulging out of my head. "Ah, fuck, ah, ah!"

His fingers disappeared from the equation, and I heard his zipper come undone.

"Yes, put your cock in me. Do it." I pleaded breathlessly, reaching my hand out to grasp his iron length, pulling him closer.

I felt his head beckoning me; I was pulsing, throbbing for the contact.

He grasped my wrist, ever so gently, and I let go as he pulled my shirt up over my head, pulling the cups of my bra down to release my breasts.

His eyes seemed to glaze over, darken and cloud, as I watched my tits bounce in the reflection of his jade irises. His hands cupped them, his thumbs padded my nipples and my clit ached.

He leaned down, sucking one into his mouth, then with an easy but firm thrust, he entered me with earth quaking force. I stretched to accommodate his size, but almost barely able. His girth was... his length...I just...

My head was lolling on my shoulders as he began to push in and out. My moisture slid over his cock, strengthening the pleasure. It was wet, and hot; my tits jiggling enticingly as his abs tightened with each plunge. I watched them under his shirt, reaching forward like a child to cotton candy to scrape my nails against that fucking washboard.

"Fuck me—shit!" he spat through gritted teeth.

I watched between us, his dick, pink and saturated, disappeared inside me. The sight was making my pussy tighter.

"Jesus, fuck—I can't, I can't!" he growled, his speed increasing exponentially and making me bite my lip until it bled.

We heard a thump from outside, and footsteps along the linoleum. Swearing, he kept our bodies connected as he lifted me from the sinks, dragging his heel across the floor to pull my jeans along with us into a cubicle. He sat down and the tingling was too much to bear sitting still. And he was so much deeper!

I started moving my hips in circles against his cock.

The door squeaked, and someone came in. A pause in footfalls indicated they'd found our jackets.

"Why'd you chose the staff restroom, you fucked up retard?" I whisper hissed into his ear, as mutely as I could.

"The danger," he mouthed, grinning with heavy eyes staring into mine then back down to my chest.

Even though I was nervous about being caught, I couldn't stop myself from rocking against him, his fingers like wet daggers in the skin at my waist.

"Head Master Greene, Mrs. Cachetti; please use more discretion when you decide to have your trysts in the staff bathroom, for goodness sake!" A woman's voice admonished bitterly.

It sounded like my Spanish teacher. I guess we weren't the only ones to utilise the bathroom for extra-curricular activities.

I had my hand over his mouth, keeping his panting quiet as the footsteps disappeared, our jackets kicked under the closed door of the stall.

He licked my palm and I pulled it away, clutching his shoulder tightly as I felt my walls close around him, the almost silent wet noise of our bodies connecting added to the atmosphere. He buried his face into my neck, licking, kissing, before he met my mouth again, our mouths open against each other as I groaned with my climax, shuddering. His eyes were half-closed and his stomach began to clench, so I knew he was close.

I stood up just as his hot, sticky cum hit my stomach, just below my naval.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks," I smiled. "Uh...?"

"Edward." He grimaced, as he used some toilet paper to clean himself up.

I held my hand out for some, but he didn't offer any. I narrowed my eyes as he stood up, doing his pants back up in the process.

Completely selfish, besides the fact that he pleasured me first.

I picked my jeans up off the floor, bending in the opposite direction. It was cramped, so his cock was still pressed against my ass. He gave it a little spank as I pulled my panties back on with my pants.

"And you are?" he asked grittily as I stood back up straight, his lips at my ear.

I gave his junk a squeeze, which made him flinch violently.

"Bella."