Taylor Swift Oneshots(Requests Open)

Secret Love ft. Calvin Harris

Taylor

I rolled to my side to find him missing. The sheets rumpled and still warm from his presence. Where could Cal have gone? I sat up but then I heard heavy footsteps outside and I went back to sleep, smiling mischieviously. The door creaked open and I felt him sit on the bed and lay down. I turned to his side and without warning, quickly rolled on top of him, locking his hips with my legs and pinning his arms down.
"Whoa!" He breathed. "Taylor."
"Shh." I placed a finger over his mouth. He grinned. I smiled and kissed him softly.
"Can't I even-"
"Shhh.
"Hold your-"
"Cal. Shut it."
"Breasts?"
"Excuse me? No sir, no."
"You are on top of me." I leaned lower so that we were stomach to stomach and hip to hip.
"Closer." He whispered. And I obeyed. Suddenly, he turned me upside down so that he was sitting on top of me. My legs were locked behind his hips and I felt something hard and tight in his pants. My cheeks immediately reddened.
"Calvin!" I smacked his arm. "You have work. I have work. You're not getting turned on now?"
"Too bad. You started it. May I?" I blushed deeply. He leaned in to kiss me but I pushed him away.
"No. Unacceptable. Work." I said rolling out of the bed. He turned me to face him and pushed me to the door. He was topless. I ran my fingers up and down his chest and he shut his eyes.
"You are the ruin of me. You have no idea how much I crave for you Tay. Luckily I have something that calms me down."
"Really? What's that?" I whispered low and sexy. His breath hitched.
"What?" I asked. He crushed my lips with a kiss and before I knew it,we were fumbling at his pants, pulling it down. We spun and I fell on the bed. I gasped as he ripped my underwear and- "No!" I sucked in a harsh breath. "Did you wear condoms?"
"No? Do I have to?"
"Calvin!"
"Just this one time."
"I'm not-"
"I thought this was what we wanted? A baby?"
I swallowed. "I love you." I said. That was all he needed. He started his exploration and let his fingers roam under my shirt. He pulled everything off until it was us, skin to skin. He pinned my hands above my head as I breathed deep. He entered me once and I cried out holding onto his back, digging my fingers in. The inevitable pain and pleasure was not satisfying.
"Taylor, did I-dammit. Did it hurt?"
"Keep going." I nodded. He let go and thrust more deeper and as time went by, faster. He groaned sexily and got even more turned on when I moaned. When I had enough and was tired. I lay on the bed.
"I'm not done." He said and climbed over me."
"Calvin, no! It's time. I'm done-" he thrust into me again. I moaned sexily. "Oh God. Calvin."
"You like it huh?" As much as I wanted to say yes, I had to leave.
I pushed him off me and felt him release. He ruffled his hair. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You made me happy."

At the office, I felt sick and my face looked sickly. That's what Clare told me.
"You did it didn't you? Was it seven minutes in heaven or all hell's wrath in one hour."
"I'll pick the second one but I need to-" I threw up in the toilet bowl.
"How did it feel like? Was it hard? Was his jewel big?"
"Clare!" I blushed.
"And just before work. My, Taylor, you've changed."
"Do you think I'm-"
"Yes. You. Are."

Kamilah

"Hey babe." He mumbled with a rose sticking in between his teeth.
"Hey yourself." I giggled. "Is that for me?"
"Who else? Oh wait, no. I see a chick over there."
I gave him a glare and he laughed. I wanted him too much. And I knew he liked someone else but I needed him to give more attention to me. I walked up to him slowly, taking his left hand up and placing his right hand on my waist. He gripped it and I gasped.
"Without music? Isn't that a little strange for Miss Milah?"
I laughed. I took out my phone and played Janam Janam.
"You're kidding me." He rolled his eyes. "Not this."
"What? It's a romantic song!" He squinted his eyes. I blew out a frustrated breath and played one of my playlists on Spotify.
"This is better." He closed his eyes, relaxing with the sound of Meghan Trainor's and John Legend's Like I'm Gonna Lose You.
For a few minutes, we waltzed around in silence. And then he took out the rose from his clenched teeth and grazed it from my neck to my stomach lingering there.
"I got it for you cause' you smell like roses."
"Oh Cal, that's so sweet!"
"Ugh, Clare I think I need some chicken soup. I'm feeling so sick. Calvin's gonna hear about this." I heard Taylor's voice through the curtains.
"Sh*t. Cal. I gotta run. She's here."
"Don't leave baby." He replied still kissing my neck and I almost let out a gullible sigh.
"Calvin."
"Calvin? Clare did you say Calvin?" Taylor said.
"What? No! Why would I call that horny guy?"
"Clare!" She sighed.
"Calvin, she's coming."
"A few more seconds." I pushed him and tried to run but my bracelet got stuck around his fingers and he tried to untangle it.
"I knew you were trouble when you walked in. So shame on me- Calvin? What are you- Kamilah?"
"He-hey!" I stuttered. "This-" I stammered when her face scrunched up. "This is not what it looks like."
"Calvin are you cheating on me?"
"What? No!" He answered denying.
"You stupid jerk! I'm pregnant! You hear me? I'm effing pregnant!"
"Taylor, it's not what you think it is." I reasoned.
"Shut up you whore!"
"Excuse me?" I asked. "Oh, it's on."
"Ladies," Calvin spoke up. "We don't have to end it this way."
"Well, you started this." Taylor's face was flushed and she looked a little haggard but her red lipstick betrayed it. It made her look hot. I was jealous. Calvin is mine.
"Calvin is mine." I said.
"Go ahead. Take him." She said. I was stunned. Taylor was giving up? "He banged me this morning Milah and I'm pregnant. Now I found out he's having an affair with you? Who would want this-this bastard as a father? Well the baby isn't formed yet at all so I think there'll be a way to not have this baby."

Another update! Guys, am I the only person who feels like writing books and getting votes and reads are the hardest things in the world? I kinda poured all my frustation in this story. The next one I'm thinking of going badboy. Check out Assassinated & My Heart Belongs To Cupid. Trust me they're good. I'm not boasting or anything because if they sucked, I wouldn't even publish them. Listen, I really want my books to get really good ranking but that won't happen if you Wattpaders (the ones who follow me especially) don't do the important stuff. Seriously, this story isn't a happy ending because of how I feel. Sure, you can say I'm probably obsessed with Wattpad. Maybe I am but that doesn't explain why my followers too don't vote or support. I think you guys just want extra followers huh?

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