Taylor Fanfic (no homo)

When Karlie wakes up briefly to roll over, she wonders if she’s still asleep. She hears the moans of two girls floating past her ears and sleep slowly inches away from her. She looks around for the source of the moans, her eyes falling on the glow of a laptop against Taylor’s face.

The singer’s face is tight and she’s biting her bottom lip hard. Her eyes are dark and her pupils nearly fill the entirety of them. A thin sheen of sweat is illuminated in the flashing colors of whatever Taylor’s watching. One of her earbuds is tucked into her ear and the other is hanging loosely on her shoulder. It’s from there that Karlie detects the source of the girlish moans and whimpers.

Her eyes trail down Taylor’s body without moving. She sees Taylor’s arm moving back and forth urgently and in her sleep stupor Karlie realizes what’s going on.

Taylor’s watching porn. With Karlie right next to her. Sleeping.

Karlie blushes, wondering if this is something she should be seeing, but then she feels offense. Taylor’s girlfriend is laying in bed right next to her, why watch porn?

“…Babe?” Karlie says in a gravely voice. Taylor lets out a squeak of surprise and shuts her laptop fast, the metal clanking loudly in both girl’s ears. She cringes and shuts her eyes, praying that Karlie hasn’t caught her doing what she was doing. Karlie sits up and turns on the lamp next to them. Taylor can’t bear to look at the younger girl and she’s as red as a tomato. Karlie raises an eyebrow at Taylor and glares at her until the singer looks over.

“What exactly were you doing?” Karlie questions.

“Uhm…” Taylor has no response.

“Were you watching porn?” Karlie asks with a laugh, and Taylor’s body jolting tells her her answer. “Oh my god, you were!”

“Stop! I wasn’t!” Taylor defends weakly.

“Yes you were! Don’t lie to me, Taylor” Karlie sits up straight now, smirking at the blonde. She’s squirming in her spot uncomfortably. “I don’t care that much, I’m just a bit offended since I’m right here. I could have helped you with that.”

“I didn’t want to wake you up…” Taylor says softly, looking down at her closed laptop, the evidence of the crime.

“How close were you?”

“What?!” Taylor asks in shock.

“You heard me. Were you about to cum?” Karlie moves closer, her breath puffing across Taylor’s face.

“I-I…” Taylor is too stunned to respond. Karlie’s hand slips beneath the comforter down Taylor’s abdomen until she reaches her core. Taylor’s eyes screw shut, thinking she might be dreaming this whole thing, and that she’ll wake up if she tries hard enough. Karlie’s fingers drag up Taylor’s slit gently and Taylor’s body twitches drastically, the way it does when she’s extremely close. Karlie shifts closer, pressing her long frame against Taylor’s. She grins and kisses Taylor’s arm up to her shoulder as she presses against Taylor’s clit with her thumb.

“Karlie,” Taylor lets out a strained whimper, bucking her hips upwards. Karlie tuts softly and moves her other arm to hold Taylor’s hips down. Taylor’s about to straight-up beg Karlie to do anything with her fingers, but her wishes are granted when two of Karlie’s digits slip into Taylor’s entrance. The singer lets out a guttural moan and falls back onto the pillows. Karlie sucks and bites at the thin skin of Taylor’s collarbone, knowing she’s leaving marks that Taylor will have to cover up tomorrow with copious amounts of makeup. Taylor’s hand snakes down, searching for purchase, used to either grabbing onto Karlie or Karlie’s hair, but this position is odd for her. She has nothing to hold onto so she desperately grabs her own breast, squeezing hard.

“Kar, I-I’m gonna,”

“Shhh…” Karlie coos, speeding up her motions. Taylor’s mouth falls into a silent scream and broken gasps pour out of her mouth as she reaches her climax. Karlie works into her gently, dragging out her orgasm, reaching up to kiss Taylor’s lips softly. Taylor is trembling and Karlie holds onto her tight. It takes Taylor a few moments to be able to speak.

“You’re definitely better than porn.”