Taylor Swift Smut Novels & Stories

He sat up slowly, his chest still heaving from our exertion, his eyes glowing with the same terrifying, beautiful violet light I had seen in the tattoo. He looked at me with a smirk that was both cruel and devastatingly handsome. “And You! Are exactly the kind of trouble I was hoping you’d be.” Julian said, his voice dropping to a low possessive growl as he reached out to trace a finger over my trembling lips. I froze at his words as reality dawned on me.

She narrowed her eyes, admiring the digital wildfire she had ignited. The hashtag #TheSacrificialBrideAssaultsSister was sitting at the very top of the trending charts like a crown. She clicked on the video—her masterpiece of malicious editing. The clip of Chloe’s slap was slowed down, accompanied by a sound effect that made Tiffany’s stumble look like a tragic, graceful fall. "Miss, look at this..." an assistant whispered, tentatively handing over a cup of coffee.

rator to her sensitive part and she closed her eyes firmly while her thighs and legs were shaking. “Sht! Did you go just had it? You just had your org.asm, Babe. But it looks like you had your re.leased. Ah... I can’t wait to taste that in my mouth. Can you fill my coffee cup?”

she demanded. Soren smiled and sighed loudly. "Well, I don't think so, but it really depends on what Taylor thinks. If she says it's not, so be it." What?! I glared at him, protesting, "We are just having dinner together! As friends!" Soleil laughed. "You're unreal, Taylor. You somehow resist throwing your arms around a certified hunk like my brother! You're not even the one trying to charm him—he's trying to charm you! God, what a flex!"

I breathed out, tasting every word as the meaning churned deep inside of me. I’d never been this embarrassed in my entire life, because even though I hated what he made me say, my body responded exactly like what a slut would. “I’m your fuckin’ slut!” He pressed. “I’m your fuckin’ slut.” I said, and he groaned in response. “Say it using my name.” He instructed. When I didn’t say it, two sharp slaps echoed against my skin and I cried out at the shivers they sent down my spine.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

"Finding my mate shirtless, sprawled on the grass with some guy on top of him, swapping smiles, and not liking what I see—that’s making a scene?" "Fine, you didn’t like it," Taylor shot back, his tone firm but controlled. "But you implied we were flirting. Where the hell did you get that from? My smile at him didn’t mean anything like that." Taylor’s words carried his frustration, but he was just as eager for an explanation as he was to give one. "That warm smile you were sharing with him? Yeah, it got to me," Andriel said, stepping closer to Taylor. "How would you feel if some woman was on top of me, smiling like that? Besides, you have no idea how you look when you smile that way."

She smiled and looked away to hide her blushing face. "Is there any coffee?" Taylor walked down the hall to the kitchen obviously comfortable in their home. "No, but that sounds like a good idea, I'll make some." Tiffany followed close behind and veered off to the coffee bar on the other side of the kitchen. "So. Bad blowjob day. Yay." Taylor lifted her clenched fist in the air weakly, to show her lack of enthusiasm. Tiffany caught her sarcasm. "Taylor, is there something about the video that you think we should change? Don't you think it will sell?" Tiffany was waiting for the coffee maker to start brewing.

Barbara quickly peeped out of the blanket, she didn't want her parents to quarrel. She quietly murmured to distract them, "I have no idea if the Young Alpha seemed to believe me or not. He is kind of hard to read." She saw that she had her parent's attention. "He really does not have a bad temper like people say, rumour has it that he is mute but he's not dad, he is not mute”. Mr. Hampton's eyes popped out in surprise, almost falling out while Mrs. Hampton became so quiet. “Yes”, Barbara contained. “He spoke to me today”, I was surprised as well but did not want him to notice I was. She smiled, remembering how handsome he looked mostly when he smiled.

I burst out, letting out all of the agonies I felt at that moment. "One day, you will swallow all the insults you threw at me today. One day, you will also kneel in front of me, bow at me, and serve me as your MASTER. One day, Amy Leah, you will regret everything you've done!" "Ow! I've regretted the day that I told you about my fake feelings. Coz you're so fun to play with!" engulfed with sarcasm, her taunting remarks wreaked havoc in my life.