Taylor Swift Smut Novels & Stories

The stink. Finally, the good part. Clips from that sickening livestream. I cut them up. Taylor laughing up at him. His hand on her elbow. The fall. That loaded look afterward. I edit it mean—cutting context, slowing it down, zooming in until every smile looks fake, every touch looks calculated. I set it to a creepy track, slap on big red text: CALCULATED DESCENT: The Making of a “Girlfriend” FROM PHYSIO TO PRINCESS: The Steps She Took

"Let's go to your room. Take a shower and we'll have a spa day and you'll tell me everything about this Nate guy." An hour later we stopped and had breakfast in a restaurant in soho and went to our favorite London spa in Westfield. I've told her everything about Nate, excluding the part where I tried to make Liam jealous of him and ended up kissing Liam. "So how's it living with Liam, he's quite a slut right. Different girl every night." She says. "Actually no, he hasn't brought anyone home since we started living together. "Why do you think he's a slut, and we're not even supposed to use that word. That's slut-shaming" I say as we sit down to get our nails done.

The water roared to life, washing my cum off my abs, off the wall, swirling down the drain. “Soon,” I muttered, my voice low and dark. “Soon you’ll slide down her core.” I stepped out of the shower, water dripping off me, and froze when I saw Taylor sprawled on the cushion in my room. His eyes glinted with that smug, knowing look, his smile wild as he stared at me. “Hmm, that was some hard shit you were doing in there,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. I growled low, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist, my cock still half-hard, still aching for her.

Suddenly a spotlight is shining in my face, and I feel like a rabbit caught in the headlamps. “Ah, there she is,” Dave says in his trademark husky voice. “Dude, you didn’t say she was so damn sexy,” he continues, sending a look in Taylor’s direction. What the hell? Dave Grohl knows my name? He thinks I am sexy? No, scratch that…Dave Grohl knows Taylor and has just called him ‘dude’??? I can feel the flush across my face as hundreds of pairs of eyes are now staring in my direction.

Tate I open my laptop and my notebook and start on my assignment. “I told you, Liam. I’m not doing yours as well. Deadline is next week so I suggest you get your butt off my bed and start doing some work.” I flick to my music app on my mobile and begin playing one of my favorite artists, Taylor Swift. “Yeah in a minute.” He says still with his eyes closed. I roll my eyes. I know I’m going to have a late night whilst he is out at practice then with Jennie, doing his too.

"Your brother kept you hidden away like a good girl. Turns out you're a desperate little slut, aren't you?" "Yes." The word came out broken. "Yes, I'm a slut. I'm whatever you want me to call myself." Smith moved behind me. I felt his clothed body press against my bare back, felt how hard he was through his jeans. His hands gripped my hips and pulled my ass back against him and he ground against me slowly while Theo played with my nipples. "She's already shaking," Smith said quietly. The first words he'd spoken all night. "Hasn't even been touched properly and she's falling apart."

“You don’t get it, Andrius! Their perspective is important to a girl like me. Yes, I don’t care about the thoughts of people who watched me dance naked, but this is about your family, Andrius.” “Are we going to argue about this, babe?” he asked and took a glimpse of her. “I love you, Sam. And that’s all matters.” She winced and said, “I love you too.” Andrius smiled at her before he turned on the stereo. The beautiful voice of Taylor Swift meddled with the melancholy mood as she sang the song ‘Crazier’. ‘I’d never gone with the wind.’ ‘Just let it flow…’

I sidestepped and said, "Taylor, with so many people around, it would be embarrassing to make a move like that." "Interesting." Taylor smirked, "I like someone like you, who can play your part in public but know how to let loose in private. Name your price for a night with you." The comment was too offensive; most people would have been angered by it. However, I just curled my lip into a half-smile and looked at Taylor indifferently. "It's not expensive, just one billion dollars." Taylor's expression immediately changed. "Olivia, are you kidding me?"

She continues, a suggestive look on her face while she makes obscene gestures causing Emma and Charity to giggle. "No..." I say, but I can feel the blush taking over my body; they know something happened in this room. Damon's scent compliments mine and smells like home when mixed. I liked having him here, but if I can't, I'll sleep better with his scent on my sheets when I get home. "But stuff did happen, right?" Taylor asked, a hopeful look on her face while her twin Emma chimed in sarcastically, "because it smells like something happened here." Which only makes Charity laugh harder. Damn twins and their quick wit.

Devon’s POV The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had crossed a line I couldn’t uncross. “Are you ovulating? I can smell it.” The silence that followed was immediate and brutal. Taylor froze, her body going unnaturally still, like the air itself had shocked her. For half a second, I thought she might laugh it off. Make a joke or even roll her eyes the way she used to when I said something reckless. Instead, her hand lifted. It wasn’t the regular slap. That would have been easier.