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Assistant: Title: Taylor Swift Sm@t
        Author: lesbillie lesbillie 
        Chapter: 1/15 
        Summary: Smutty gxg Taylor Swift one shots!
            
            Taylor takes out her frustration at losing in the best way she knows how.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Better Than Any Award
    

    

        
          
          
            Taylor takes out her frustration at losing in the best way she knows how.
          
        

  

  
  
    
    Sitting together in silence at the end of the night was something that neither of them had predicted. Forenoon had been packed with flirtatious comments in the midst of getting ready, sincere compliments given and secretive glances stolen from one woman to the other as they marvelled each other's award-show attire — the award-show in which Taylor lost in every category she was nominated, and the award-show that resulted in an unnecessary argument between them. Taylor was p@ss@d and rightfully so, because Y/N had been witness to the hard work and dedication her girlfriend put into each track of the album, had also been victim to many lonely nights where Taylor stayed later than usual at the studio to perfect it, and now in her eyes, all those hours meant nothing. Her sense of failure transformed into bitterness, and that bitterness turned snappy when Y/N tried to comfort her with some wrongfully-chosen words. 'You can't win everything' was not what Taylor wanted to hear. The distance between them in the back of the car ride home is maximised, both women pressed shoulder to door. The only noise any of them produce is Taylor's incessant texting, or searching, or whatever the hell involves her relentless tapping on her phone screen. Y/N doesn't care what she's doing, she just wants it to stop. Her head turns in Taylor's direction. Her girlfriend has her own head hung, curled hair creating a protective curtain between the side of her face and Y/N's vision, but she can see what looks like the comment section of an Instagram post displayed on her phone. "Can you stop that tapping? What are you even doing?" Y/N's curiosity gets the best of her, and she breaks her own personal pact to not give in to Taylor and break their silence first. Taylor looks up then, the expression on her face seeming entirely neutral as if she hasn't been bickering for the majority of the night. Y/N thinks perhaps she's finally come to her senses. "So many people are angry. They think I should've won." There's a certain tone displayed in Taylor's voice that Y/N recognises as something similar to hope, maybe even relief that the album isn't trash after all, but before she can even reply, Taylor is adding on with words that show she is still not over it. "Unlike you, I guess." Y/N deadpans, staring at Taylor who is doing just the same right back. "Oh my god, you know that's not what I meant! I said you can't win everything, that doesn't mean I didn't want you to win or that I think you didn't deserve to win, okay? Just...you really can't win everything!" A scoff emits from red-painted lips as Taylor shuts off her phone, tosses it into the clutch that lies at her feet, and shifts in her seat so that her bared knees point in Y/N's direction. There's something intimidating in her posture. "Yeah, I know that, but-" "No! No buts, Taylor, I'm sick of you behaving like a child because you don't get whatever the hell you want, whenever the f@ck you want it. And it's not just that, it's the fact that you take it out on me like it's somehow my f@ck@ng fault you didn't win!" Taylor is quiet, and Y/N continues. "Earlier today I was having a great time. We were drinking and flirting, having fun- I thought we'd come home drunk and happy and order way too much food, crash on the couch and pretend to watch sh@tty movies when really we'd be too handsy to pay much attention, like every other time we attend these stupid events, but you're so...you're so selfish sometimes." When Y/N's heated rant ends, so does the journey. The car stops, and instead of choosing to reply to her girlfriend, Taylor jumps at the opportunity to climb out of the vehicle and into their apartment. Y/N sighs. Her words hold truth and that's probably why Taylor stormed off just now, but she supposes she did deliver them a little harshly. Y/N follows in Taylor's footsteps, albeit much more slowly, subconsciously delaying what she thinks is going to be another yelling match when they're in the comforts of their own home. She finds Taylor in the kitchen, heels already kicked off and purse discarded on the countertop. Displayed in front of her are two tall wine glasses as she pops the top of a bottle in her hands open. She fills each glass generously. Y/N is admittedly a little confused. Taylor had seemed so p@ss@d at her that she couldn't get away from her fast enough, and now she's pouring wine into two separate glasses. It's obviously for her, no one else is here, but it still causes a furrowing of her eyebrows when Taylor slides one across the counter where Y/N is stood. Now she is the speechless one, pulling wordlessly on the stem to bring it closer to her. Taylor lifts her own glass to her mouth, free hand occupying itself with her phone. There's that tapping again. "What are you doing?" This time, Y/N's question is a little more softer in tone, but the confusion she is feeling is undeniably clear in her voice. Taylor doesn't even bat an eye. "Ordering too much food. Nachos?" She isn't looking in Y/N's direction as she poses her question. Though it stings, she knows her girlfriend is right. She is selfish, and those she lost against are more than deserving of the awards they obtained, but she was disappointed and upset, and she did end up taking it out on Y/N. It's just because she's been such a constant in her life, and deep down she knows that she can push her buttons and relay her frustration on her and they will be fine. They're always fine. But yes, Taylor had been selfish. Immature, childish. Maybe even a b@tch. At the offering of nachos, Y/N nods in agreement and Taylor catches it from her peripheral. She places an order for a bunch of their more comforting foods, and after setting her phone atop the counter, carries her glass to the bedroom. Y/N is not far behind her, though still unsure as to whether they've made up or not. However, when Taylor sits herself on the bed, back against the headboard and hand patting the free space next to her, Y/N figures something must've clicked in her brain for her to be seeking her attention. And then, Taylor is finally relieving the concerns in her head. "We're gonna get drunk, we're gonna be happy, and we're gonna eat way too much food while watching sh@tty movies." The large flatscreen mounted on the wall in front of them is switched on, the luminous red of the Netflix logo lighting up the otherwise dusky, eventide room. They agree on a movie that sounds watchable at best, and it takes a good few minutes into it for Taylor to break, shifting to turn on the lamp at her bedside that sits next to her wine glass. Y/N follows suit. Their eyes meet immediately. "I'm sorry." Taylor murmurs first, facial features softening at the sight of her girlfriend so tense beside her. "You're right, you know? You're right, and I'm sorry that it took me so long to see it. I ruined our night." The apology has Y/N shaking her head slightly, reaching across the short space between them to take Taylor's hand into her own. Her thumb darts across the back of it. "It's fine. It's okay, really, I know how much this album means to you. Means to me. It's perfect, Taylor, but awards don't matter. Not really." A soft smile is shared by both women, but Y/N can tell by the particular way Taylor scrunches up her nose some that she's about to say something in disagreement. "They kinda do matter." A playful roll of the eyes on Y/N's end has Taylor snickering out, but before they can continue on with their bantering, the food they had ordered arrives and puts a temporary end to it. Both of them chitter lightly while stuffing their faces with delicious food and even more wine, draining the bottle and moving onto their second, and that along with the champagne provided at the award-show earlier makes for two now drunken women cuddled up together on top of their bed. The remnants of their meals have been cleared away, movie more or less around the half way mark, and so they lay in pure peace and utter contentment. That is until a hand begins wandering. Taylor lets it drag from where it had been splayed across her girlfriend's abdomen down her side, passing over the dip of waist and the curve of her hip to allow her fingers to brush just below the hem of her dress. Y/N's eyebrows arch inquisitively, but from where Taylor's head is tucked just beneath her chin, she cannot see. "What are you doing?" Y/N voices her concern for Taylor to hear, just as those fingers trail back up their path and take the bottom of her dress with them, hitching it up inch by inch.  "Why are you always so interested in what I'm doing?" Taylor questions back, intentionally ignoring the one she was asked herself. She's pulling her head out from where it rested, lifting it up just enough to meet the pretty colour of her girlfriend's eyes. "Why don't you just shut up and let me do what I'm doing?" That makes Y/N's stomach churn in the most delicious manner, breath catching in her throat and resulting in a lack of verbal response. Reddened lips curve upward on one side as Taylor gazes down upon her, and Y/N just wants to kiss that smug smirk right off of her face. She knows that by failing to form an answer she's really just giving in to Taylor's wishes, but what next comes out of her mouth has her willing to do so. "Hmm, good girl." It's then that Taylor leans down, closing the distance between their faces with a press of her mouth against Y/N's. Taylor's lips are soft and dewy pushed firmly on her own, and it's a mix of both that and her ever-wandering hand that makes Y/N's mouth fall open to invite Taylor's tongue inside. It brushes against hers in a languid movement, head tilting to allow for a deeper kiss as Y/N sinks further into the pillow beneath her head, now reaching out to pull on Taylor's hips and urge her to hover on top of her properly. Hands rest on either side of Y/N's head, knees framing her hips, but their lips never part. Kisses turn frantic, pants and sighs of desperation increasing the sense of anticipation until Taylor has decided she's had enough. She separates their lips and sits upright for just a moment, taking in the sight of her girlfriend looking rather disheveled beneath her, until she's then taking it upon herself to shuffle her way down Y/N's body. Settling between her legs like she is is a position she's been in many times before, but the excitement and the wanting each time is brand new. As Taylor finally grips onto Y/N's dress to push all the way up to her hips, fingers hooking into the elastic of her panties and discarding them immediately, she speaks in a voice filled with obvious l@st and yearning. "In case you're wondering what I'm doing..." She trails off, that smirk simply growing at the obvious dig she's throwing at her girlfriend's tendency to question her. Hands curl around plush thighs, prying then open forcefully and littering wet little kisses on the insides. Y/N shivers above her. "This is the part where we get handsy." Piercing blues are staring directly up at her, almost as if awaiting an answer, but Y/N cannot seem to gather her thoughts to respond. She blames the alcohol despite knowing the truth; it's because Taylor is between her legs, mouth scant centimetres from where she wants her so bad, and pure desire is clouding over her brain. Y/N squirms under Taylor's hands, resulting in a tighter grip to ensure she cannot move so easily. The fingers digging into her skin hurts just enough to evoke a sort of pained hiss, however, that noise just melts into a rather loud moan when Taylor takes her first taste. Her tongue is hot and wet as it licks through soaked folds, twirling with a deliberate slowness around a swollen cl@t. The unexpected sensation has Y/N shutting her eyes, so she can't see Taylor's own fluttering back into her head as her lipstick-tainted lips wrap around that cl@t and suckle on it softly. The tip of her tongue caresses it inside her mouth, and along with the assuaging suction of her lips, Y/N can already feel herself teetering very dangerously on the edge of climax. Her girlfriend has always been so attentive to her body, and with the amount of liquid aphrodisiac she has consumed in the form of red wine, it is truly no surprise that she is struggling to hold back and last longer. Though, she really needn't worry — Taylor moves back before Y/N can claim her @rg@sm. Her chest heaves with the air she's trying to draw into her lungs, and just as her body begins to calm down from the almost-high, Taylor is diving right back in. Her tongue slips lower this time, the tip of it pushing into Y/N's entrance until even her nose is pressed against her, brushing against her cl@t in a maddening way. Taylor’s head moves, thrusting her tongue ceaselessly in and out and engulfing Y/N in utmost pleasure. Her back forms a gentle arch off the mattress, knuckles turning white from just how hard she takes the sheets between them, but it's when Taylor opens her eyes to sneak a glance up at her and lets out an amused chuckle at the sight that has Y/N balancing on that very edge once more. The vibration of Taylor's laughter against her most sensitive areas has her thighs trembling in her hands, whiny moan ripping through her throat, and just before ultimate satisfaction can be grabbed at, Taylor is backing up yet again. This time Y/N isn't grateful. This time she was ready for the @rg@sm, ready to give Taylor all she has to offer, but when the sound of shuffling around prompts her eyes to open, she sees the blonde beginning to sit herself up. Y/N feels cheated, betrayed, really turned on with no release. She's infuriated. "What- what the hell are you doing, Taylor? I didn't finish." Taylor looks at her with glaring eyes, and the darkened hues within them send shivers crackling up Y/N's spine. She props herself up on her elbows as Taylor speaks with a lift of her brow that displays nothing but pure control. "Again with the questions. You didn't finish, and I didn't win. Guess we're both feeling quite disappointed tonight." Y/N chokes out a disbelieving laugh at that, eyes following her girlfriend as she gets to her feet on the floor, seemingly about to leave. "You're serious? Taylor, you're still mad at me?" "No. Not really." Taylor's shoulders lift in a casual shrug as she reaches behind her to fumble with the zip on the back of her dress, tugging on it and beginning to rid herself of her clothing. Y/N is once again left feeling confused. "But it's obvious you don't understand. I want you to feel how disappointing it is to come so close to something you want so bad, only to have it snatched from your grasp before you can get it." Taylor's voice displays a seriousness that lets Y/N know she's not messing around, but whenever she disappears momentarily to walk into the closet, Y/N swallows thickly in anticipation. Taylor reappears with what Y/N had suspected would be in her hands. She fastens the harness of the strap on securely around her hips, skilful hands making quick work of the toy they have always been so fond of, and just the thought of her girlfriend moving that pale pink silicone inside of her has Y/N squeezing her thighs together to cause a little friction between them. Taylor approaches the side of the bed then, one hand flipping through curly blonde hair as the other grabs onto the d@ld@. With the way she looks at her, Y/N already knows what is expected of her without even needing to be asked. However, whenever Taylor voices it, it is so hot that it makes her dizzy. "Suck my d@ck, baby, come on." Her lips are curled in a smile that almost looks innocent, but Y/N has known her long enough to see right through it. There's nothing innocent about Taylor when she's in the bedroom. Y/N crawls to the edge of the bed on her knees, and it doesn't take Taylor long to guide the tip of the d@ld@ in through her lips as her hand moves to rest against the back of Y/N's head. She gazes up at her through long lashes. Taylor is enjoying the sight of her girlfriend's mouth stuffing up with the toy she's feeding her, pushing forward inch by inch until Y/N is gagging around it. Her eyes water, hands extending out to find leverage on Taylor's thighs as she thrusts slowly. However, when both of Taylor's own hands wind their way into her lover's hair tightly, her thrusts increase in pace and intensity until she's throat f@ck@ng a teary-eyed Y/N solely for her own pleasure. The sight in front of her is so hot that she can feel her knees weakening beneath her. Taylor steps back and Y/N gasps for air, lips slick with spit that Taylor reaches forward to wipe away with the pad of her thumb. She slips the tip in through Y/N's lips once more, pressing down on her tongue and leading to teeth sinking into the digit gently. Taylor smirks wickedly at the sharp sensation of the bite before withdrawing her thumb, hand lowering to wrap around Y/N's neck in a surprising gesture. Her fingers squeeze at the sides with the right amount of pressure, thumb digging into her jaw to force her mouth open, which just has Taylor leaning forward to engage in a messy, wet kiss. It's short lived, for Taylor is using her grip on Y/N's throat to force her into laying back on the bed. Y/N gasps at the shock of the new position, heels pressed into the mattress and knees pointed towards the ceiling, but Taylor moves quickly in straightening them out by throwing both her girlfriend's legs over her shoulders. Y/N can hardly comprehend how fast this is all going, because one moment she is aching to be touched and the next Taylor is filling her up with the d@ld@ protruding from her hips. She inserts the tip to the base all in one swift motion, eliciting a sharp cry from Y/N as her body attempts to get used to the feeling — but Taylor continues on, hips taking off in a steadfast pace that is as quick as it is hard. The wonderful sounds filling the room are like music to their ears; the soft slap of their skin as their bodies meet repeatedly with each thrust, the reverberation of Y/N's uncontrollable moans and whines, and even the little grunts that Taylor herself lets out as a result of her determination. Her hands keep Y/N's legs steady on her shoulders, but she's soon leaning down just enough to allow one of those hands to clasp, yet again, around Y/N's neck. She applies a modic@m of force to it, and her breath disappears effortlessly in the tightness of Taylor's fingers. The lightheadedness that comes with it just contributes to the pleasure. "Good girl, baby." Taylor manages out, the cocky grin that's lighting up her face absolutely evident in her tone. "Taking me so well, aren't you?" Asking a question is purely on purpose, because with the way Y/N is being choked out underneath her touch, there's no way she'd be able to produce a response that's coherent enough to be sufficient. Yet, Taylor continues to talk. "Does that feel good, honey? Yeah?" Y/N feels Taylor loosen up the grip around her throat, and she takes the opportunity to nod her head in agreement with what is asked of her. Yes, she's taking her so well, and god, does it feel good. She hasn't found enough wit about her yet to produce much of a verbal response, but Taylor seems satisfied — that still doesn't stop her from muttering on, though. "You're so hot." Back to holding onto Y/N's legs now, she's using this leverage to turn her harsh thrusts into merciless pounding. Y/N is just about ready to explode in a flurry of ecstasy. Taylor picks up on that, of course. "You look like you're gonna c@m. Are you? You gonna c@m for me, sweetheart?" Another feeble nod of the head is Y/N's answer, and a couple more moves of Taylor's hips has her breath catching in her throat, ready to claim her @rg@sm finally...but it doesn't come. She doesn't c@m. Taylor slips out at the very last second, attempting to steady her own breathing as Y/N all but writhes against the bed in nothing less than anger. She can't believe she's done this again, but she supposes Taylor did say she was going to evoke disappointment tonight. And she is certainly disappointed. "F@ck you." Y/N spits out, dragging shaky hands across her face in an attempt to come back to her senses. Taylor finds this outburst amusing, soft chuckle emitting from her open mouth as she watches her girlfriend scoot off to the middle of the bed. "Oh?" Taylor tilts her head to the side in a manner that Y/N finds mocking. They're staring each other directly in the eye. "No, I don't think I will. See, you're gonna do that for me." She begins to climb onto the bed, hands and knees until she's hovering over Y/N, who is back to being situated against the pillows. "You're gonna f@ck me, but I'm gonna f@ck you first." The way Taylor talks is almost casual, and the fashion in which she takes the slicked d@ld@ in her hands and guides it back inside Y/N's entrance is even more so. She's speaking up as she begins to set a rhythm, similar to the last and just as dizzying. It definitely isn't too long at all before Y/N feels that all too familiar sensation in the pit of her stomach, but afraid that Taylor is going to steal another @rg@sm from her, she's doing her best to suppress her moans and alter the pleasured expression on her face. That doesn't work, however, for Taylor is staring right at her. "You can c@m, baby, I won't stop. Promise, sweetheart. C@m for me." She coos, and that confirmation is all Y/N needs. Her release rips through her body like never before, white hot ecstasy taking over every inch of her being. Her back arches, toes curl, eyes squeeze shut so tight that little white stars dot behind her vision, and the noises that tumble from her mouth are unapologetically loud; they make Taylor's stomach quiver. She doesn't let up with her thrusts until she's sure Y/N has come down entirely, and even then she proceeds to keep moving slowly, rocking her hips up against her in a gentle grind. She's subconsciously chasing her own pleasure now, for the feeling of the strap harness brushing against her cl@t is just torturous enough to have her yearn. Y/N can barely force her eyes open when she feels Taylor pull out of her, but whenever cool fingers dip into her entrance, she's staring curiously at Taylor who sticks the tips of them into her mouth to get a taste of what she'd managed to evoke out of her lover. She hums at the familiarity of her on her tongue, but it just makes her all the more eager to cum herself. She's ridding the strap quickly from her hips. Y/N simply watches from where she lays, lazy smile on her face that just grows whenever Taylor approaches. She's crawling up her body, knees settling comfortably on either side of Y/N's head before lowering herself down. Y/N immediately takes charge despite still being fuzzy-minded, jaw falling agape and tongue exploring the dripping sweetness of Taylor's p@ssy. The blonde gasps above her, head tipping back and hands stretching outwards to take a steady hold on the headboard and keep herself upright. Y/N's mouth against her feels heavenly, and she just cannot resist the urge she gets to grind against her, spreading wetness all over the lower half of her face. "F@ck! You feel so good." Taylor has never been shy in praising Y/N when she's doing a good job, and she certainly isn’t now, for Y/N is licking and flicking, prodding and sucking until Taylor is a crying, moaning mess sitting on her face. She can barely breathe but that is the last thing on her mind. Taylor's hips circle and rock, following the lapping motions of Y/N's tongue, until her entire body stills when the beginnings of climax trickles in. Her mouth hangs open and her breath loses itself in her throat, but as sticky release comes smearing out across Y/N's lips, it finds itself again in obscene groans. Her @rg@sm lasts for a few long moments, and Y/N takes whatever she can into her mouth until Taylor is claiming oversensitivity and clambering off of her face. She collapses beside her girlfriend on the bed, head settling on her bare chest and arm sprawled out across her stomach. They're both breathing heavily, but Taylor manages a gentle kiss to Y/N's skin. The atmosphere in the room is now one of peace and quiet, dragging on for a while until Taylor decides to break it. There's a sh@t-eating grin on her expression. "That was better than any award I could've won tonight."'
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