Taylor Swift Smut Novels & Stories

Fierce. “dont get any ideas that will never fucking happen”.” Snap out of it Taylor, what he did is for publicity, remember your just his fake girlfriend.

"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.

Just enough. So it landed on my cheek. A soft sound escaped the crowd. Surprise. Confusion. Whispers already starting. Taylor froze for half a second before pulling back, her smile still in place but tighter now. “Keep embarrassing me,” she whispered, her lips barely moving, “and I promise you, I’ll hunt down your little slut myself.” My expression didn’t change. But something dark settled in my chest. “Try it,” I said just as quietly. “I dare you.”

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.

That got him angry as he raised his head up. I circled him slowly, my wolf wanted his throat badly but we also wanted to play and savor the feeling of finally overcoming the one thing I once feared. " I am sure there is a Taylor swift song for this moment" I thought out loud. I snapped my finger has realization hit me." It is called, ' we are never getting back together'. It is less violent, but it will do".

He reached for me again, fingers brushing my arm. I jerked away like his touch burned. “Don’t touch me!” My whole body trembled now, adrenaline surging. “You love me? Then why hide this? Why lie about who you are?” Taylor chuckled low, pushing off the bed and standing, the sheets falling away completely. He didn’t seem fazed by his nudity, crossing his arms over his chest. “Come on, princess. Drama much? It’s 2025—people experiment. Doesn’t mean he’s gay. Bi, maybe. Whatever.”

“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

he is stunned but didn’t utter a single word of agreement. “Why are you so annoying?!” He now frustrates Sam; he doesn’t know how to cope up with this anymore. “Do you want me to be your boyfriend then?” his eyes would likely to pop out when hearing that from him! From his voice, body and richness. . . he is one of a kind. Sam is startled when he completely strips out his boxer and revealing his big member. He smirked, “want to join me. . . Mr. TOP streamer?” he is being sarcastic as he is now stroking his member in front of the camera, while pinching his nipples.

Scarlett pleaded. “Please, what baby? I don’t believe I offered to do anything more than tie you up.” Maverick said in her ear, “This is for my own enjoyment. I want to see you arch your back to get me to touch you. I want to tease you until you can’t take it, and then I want to tease you more until your pussy is dripping down your leg with anticipation.”