Brittney Smith Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Wait. I'm not finished." I was about to pull free when the fast clip of heels came up behind me. A figure cut between us. Brittany jabbed a finger in my face. "I knew it. Your amnesia is an act. You're trying to claw your way back to Damien. God, you are such a scheming little—" "Listen up. Damien and I are holding our mating ceremony. If you keep throwing yourself at him, I'm going to deal with you personally, you home-wrecking bi—"

I however couldn't risk Breyona getting hurt. "Oh he will." Brittany nodded, a smug smile on her face, "So long as you don't do anything stupid." Brittany leaned in close, her voice a hushed whisper. "Because believe me, I will be gone before your little Alpha can think of coming for me. And poor Breyona, well I don't need to give you those details." "What do you want Brittany?" I snapped, the fire within me dying down. "You want to kidnap me? Kill me? Get it done with and leave my friends alone."

“What? Me? No wa–I mean nahh, I don’t interested in it. I prefer to sprinkle some anyway. I love to spray more than draw or something.” Jack clicked his tongue. “Well, that’s why you must try. You never know if you like it before you try. Come on,” he nudged, and Brianna reluctantly agreed and took it. “Find I will do it,” she said, bending down in front of the cake Jack’s sculpt is. “How did you do this again?” *** Meanwhile at another place… BRAK!!! Nina Smith is now trembling hard on the floor. Her eyes look frantically at the dark room where she was in right now. How in the hell did she get into this place?

Brittany pressed herself against my back, one hand reaching around to toy with the chain, the other sliding between my legs to circle my clit in lazy, teasing strokes. "You're so wet it's obscene," she whispered in my ear. "Bet you've been fantasizing about this too. Two girls to use, one mouth to fill, one hole plugged and buzzing” she laughed. “Is this what you used to do with Bianca and Max too? Poor Ellie, always the afterthought." I moaned around Zane, tears streaking my mascara. The vibrations pulsed higher. Brittany cranked the remote, and my body betrayed me completely, hips grinding back against nothing, chasing friction.

Brittany had been standing there with her posture, smiling as she watched Ryan leave. When Ryan's car finally turned away from the intersection, Brittany's entire body unloaded, grinning widely and putting her arm on Kourtney's shoulder, spitting without image. "God, I'm exhausted, I didn't think that playing the lady would be more tiring than having me fight someone." Kourtney gave her a sidelong glance, "You're just going to pretend to be Doctor Ryan like that?" "I like him so much, I can pretend for him as long as he likes."

“You don't understand, do you. Ronnell has had women ten times hotter, I promise you, he isn't lacking beautiful company. Have you seen him?” She gave me an incredulous look. “Have you seen you? Ronnell is hot, but honestly, sweetheart, you might be hotter, with your tits titing all over the place, that ass, your stunning eyes, lips…come on.” “I'm a realist, girly. I know I'm attractive.” Brittany eyes flared. Attractive obviously wasn't good enough for her. “Okay, I'm beautiful. But also know firsthand not everyone is into women who have given birth with a body like mine. Look at Smith.”

She looked at us and smiled, “What? No hanky-panky this morning? I was listening so intently for someone to start stirring the spaghetti.” I shook my head at her, “Gross.” Taran looks at her, then at me. Confused, he asks, “What does she mean?” I let out a sigh, “Brittany thinks sex sounds the same as stirring noodles….” “It does! You can’t deny that.” Brittany says in defense. Taran still looks confused. I turn towards him, “Brit is upset she didn’t hear us having sex.” “Why would she want to hear it?” He asks.

I tell him about the Cathedral and kitesurfing, laughing when he tells me to be careful and all too soon he's got to get back to work, leaving me lonely, which is somehow so much worse when you're drunk. "You ok?" A brunette who was with us, Greg I think his name is, is leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette and I quickly fix my smile into place. "Yep, missing people at home a bit that's all. Is everyone still inside?" He nods, breathing out a cloud of smoke and grabbing my arm when I go to move past him. "Give me a second and I'll come back in with you." He drops my hand in the next second, sucking so hard on the end of his cigarette that the tip lights up orange, then chucking it on

the woman asked. I arched my brow as I took a razor and carefully shaved Calix’s beard, ignoring the loud woman behind me. “Ms. Violet, the bitch is very stubborn. You have to be careful.” It was Rocky that reminded the woman. “I’m the young lady of the Smith family. Do I look like I’m easily bullied?” The woman named Violet replied. I could sense that the woman received such treatment from the Smiths, making her this unreasonable and wild. I can sense her anger toward me. But who cares?

I said, hurt biting into me. “He’s busy,” Brittany said. “Maybe he’ll call you later when we’re done with what we are doing here. He’ll dump you himself. But right now. Take a fucking hint.” Brittany’s POV I held Jason’s phone to my ear, breathing heavily for the show of it. I stood in front of the television, pressing the volume up as much as I could without waking up the whole house. On the screen, two lovers had the kind of hot, athletic sex that only p**n stars could truly accomplish.