smut

Taylor Caniff / Stubborn

(This is not mine I got this off of tumblr, some smut will be mine some won't.)

You were debating going to a get together with your friends, and were sold when your best friend reminded you that Taylor would be going. Everybody knew you liked Taylor, even him. On the flipside everybody also knew that Taylor liked you, including you. The problem wasn't that you were afraid of losing your friendship, no, you were both just too stubborn. It became a game, whoever cracked first would lose. You pulled your skirt up, grabbed your keys, and headed to Cam's house.

It was a small get together: just the boys and some of their friends from high school. That being said, there was still around 30 people and even though everybody was catching up the alcohol was still flowing. After everybody had a drink somebody decided to do a throwback to high school and suggested truth or dare; the game was innocent for about an hour, but as people kept drinking they started to feel more risqué.

Nash looked over to you and smirked, "Y/N, truth or dare?"

It's been a while since you last picked dare, and his questions were always awfully personal, so you shrugged. "Dare."

You got lucky; Nash shipped the whole Y/N & Taylor thing. "I dare you to play a game of too hot with Taylor, and whoever loses has to finish this. We'll keep playing" He held up a half full bottle of Fireball and nodded.

You turned to look at Taylor. "Are you alright with that?"

"Sure, you need to drink more anyway." He winked. If he thought you were going to lose he was dead wrong.

You switched places with the people who were sitting on the couch and started the game. Five minutes in you had managed to work your way on top of him so you could grind into him; he let out a low growl and you were sure you had him. His hands moved in between the couch cushion; you were struggling too, dying to run your finger through his hair, so you rested your hands on your own legs.

By now you were ten minutes in and it wasn't getting anywhere. Nash ended up calling it off. "Alright! We get it nobody is going to crack." He was laughing a bit because he knew how stubborn the both of you were.

You flopped onto the free spot of the couch and held out your hand, motioning for Nash you hand you the fireball. "Fifty fifty Taylor?"

"Fifty fifty"

A quarter bottle wasn't nearly enough to get you drunk but it did make the game a little more interesting. Everybody had decided to stay the night and slowly people trickled off to bed. You stayed up with the remainder, but at 2AM bed was starting to sound all too enticing. The house had many bedrooms and you avoided the ones with closed doors; finally you found one that you thought was empty, until you saw a bag in the corner of the room. You assumed whoever was in there had gone to the bathroom and had turned to find a new room, but the door had closed behind you, causing you to jump.

An all too familiar chuckle rang out and you turned to see Taylor standing there, "Well well. Y/N in my bedroom? To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"

"Trying to find an empty room." You attempted to get passed him but it wasn't working out so well. He moved in front of you.

"I'll play you for it. Force field?"

"Deal." Any excuse for one of you to kiss the other wasn't something to reject.

You found yourself being pressed against the wall, Taylors hands ran up your sides, but his lips didn't touch yours. Deciding to play hardball you slid your hands up his shirt and traced his abs, moving your lips even closer to his. This went back and forth for a while until your lips were barely brushing, just waiting for somebody to close the gap. You took a step forward and felt Taylor's lip tremble against yours, just when he thought you were going to give in you stood on your toes to whisper in his ear, making sure to actually brush his lips on the way up, technically a loss, but a small one. "I don't play games."

That pushed Taylor over the edge, in turn, he pushed you back to the wall and finally allowed himself to smash his lips to yours. You kissed back fiercely, pulling him close to you by his shirt, which you then pull off of him. As his hands slid up your skirt you opened your legs to give him better access. He pulled your panties to the side, not bothering to tease your already soaking core and instead slipping a finger inside of you, quickly adding another. As you got closer and closer to your high you ran your hand over the growing bulge in his jeans. He groaned against your lips, plunged his fingers deeper into you, and curled them. Instantly you got relief.

Now it was Taylor's turn for relief. You didn't waste time dropping to your knees while he fumbled with his jeans; once they were unbuttoned you pulled them to his ankles, bringing his boxers with them. Paying him back for not teasing you, you took his length in your mouth without hesitation. You sucked roughly, ensuring to run your tongue along the base and pumping with your hand what you couldn't take in your mouth. Minutes later you felt him twitch, signalling he was close.

Hands tangled in your hair as Taylor hissed "Fuck Y/n." He pulled you off and immediately lifted you up; you jumped and were pinned to the wall again. He managed to hold you up with one arm while he used his free hand to pull off your panties, you aided him by removing your own top. As he lined himself up with your entrance you grabbed onto his shoulders, fully knowing that he was bigger than anybody you had been with before. He took it slow enough for you to adjust to his size, but as soon as you relaxed he picked up his pace, slamming into you full force. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a loud moan. To avoid waking anybody up you decided to distract yourself. Attaching your lips to his neck, finding his sweet spot, this inspired him to do the same to you. As his length continued to heat up your g-spot you felt yourself clench around him again. He dropped a hand down to your clit and brushed his thumb over it, lightly at first but quickly adding more pressure. As you climaxed you started to moan again, but managed to muffle yourself by biting down on his shoulder. The mix of pain and pleasure allowed Taylor to reach his high shortly after.

Before he put you down he whispered in your ear, "I don't play games either." You accepted your defeat and went to find another room.

As he pulled up his boxers he looked behind him, seeing you at the door he asked, "Where are you going?"

"Well I lost didn't I?"

Taylor shook his head as he pulled the covers back on his bed; he crawled in and moved over, motioning to you. "Didn't we just agree that wasn't a game? You can stay with me. Besides I need to talk to you anyway."

You grabbed his shirt off the floor and threw it over your body, pulling up your panties and making your way to him. "What about?" You crawled in next to him. "Is this going to be it?" It was.

"I really like you; you know that right?"

"Yeah and I'm pretty sure you know I like you too." This was the first time you'd actually confirmed it with him and you felt yourself start to blush.

"So can we stop messing around and just go out?"

"That sounds fantastic, like I said earlier, I'm done playing games."

"Me too." With that he pressed his lips to yours, much softer and sweeter this time. It may have been game over, but you both ended up winning in the end.