Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

G!P Taylor
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I woke up with a little headache, as I turned around I saw Taylor laying there. Flashbacks from last night came into my head. Taylor was already awake, her beautiful blue eyes locked right into mine.

"Goodmorning", Taylor said with a bright smile. "Morning", I mumbled, as I wanted to turn around, Taylor suddenly pulled me closer and wrapped her arms around me. My head was burried in her neck and the odor off her fainted perfume entered my nose.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked her, my hands wandered under her baggy shirt, so I could feel her soft skin. "Good what about you?" She asked a bit tired. "Me too", I whispered, slowly I got up. When I wanted to stretch, Taylor pressed her lips against my neck and started sucking on my pulse point. A shaky breath escaped my mouth. Slowly her hands roamed up to my breast and she sightly squeezed it. "Turn around", she demanded with a soft tone.

I wasn't in the mood for sex right now, but who cares? No one ever asked me if I was in the mood they just used me, so I turned around and grinded against her thighs, in hope to get wet. Taylor left some open mouth kisses on my neck, while I tangled my hand in her hair.

Aggressive she pulled my pants down, then she pulled hers down revealing her already hard dick. Taylor pulled me back on her lap, so I straddled it. I felt the tip of her dick on my entrance and I knew the familiar pain that would come right now. It slid into me. I gasped in pain and dug my nails more into her hair.

Taylor groaned as she started thrusting, which hurted like hell. It wasn't pleasuring or something like this, Taylor had a fucking big dick so I felt like I might rip apart.

Taylor noticed that I wasn't comfortable so she pulled out and looked at me. "Did I hurt you?" Her gaze, filled with concern. "Uhm", I was silent, nervously I played with Taylors curls. "Y/N answer me, did I hurt you?" Her voice was harsh this time, causing me to flinch.

"Iam sorry Taylor", I mumbled. "But it's okay, just take some lube", I said before leaning back, to spread my legs. "No Y/N", she shook her head. "I use you, when your also in the mood, not only when I am", she said before pulling me into a hug.

"I may not be in the mood right now, but your the first person who takes care of me. So I'll finish you", I said before pushing her on the back. I took the hair tie she had wrapped round her wrist and made a pony tail, then I placed myself beetween her legs.

I leaned down and licked across her whole length, then I took her balls in my mouth and started sucking. Taylors mouth escaped an excited scream, as I left a soft bite. Then I licked again up to her tip, before letting it swiftly slipping into my mouth.

Taylor grapped the pony tail and watched me as I bobbed my head up and down. Taylor moaned loudly as I deepthroated her. She grapped my hair tighter and pushed my head down, so my nose tip toched her toned stomach.

I swirled my tongue around it, making Taylor sceam. I felt her dick twitching so I got to her tip to suck on it. With my hand I gave her a blow job. "Fuck Iam cumming", Taylor screamed with shaking legs.

Then her hot sperm entered my mouth, she came screaming. I swallowed every single drop of her, she tasted addicting. I took her dick out of my mouth and licked my lips clean.

Taylor was still heavy breathing, as I smiled at her. "Indeed the best sperm I've ever tasted", I chuckled as I looked deep into her eyes. Taylor blushed, but then pulled me into a hug.

My head rested on her chest, I could feel hear breath and hear her heartbeat. "Would you go on a date with me?" Taylor asked me with a soft voice. "I would love to."
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The flickering glow of the candlelight danced between us, casting soft shadows across her face. I couldn’t stop staring at her—her lips curved into a hesitant smile, her eyes bright with anticipation and maybe, just maybe, a trace of nervousness that mirrored my own.

The world outside the little café felt so far away, and for the first time in a long while, I wanted nothing more than to stay right where I was, lost in this moment with her.

She spoke softly, her voice carrying stories that I hung onto like they were secrets meant just for me. As she told me about her favorite book, her hands moved animatedly, her enthusiasm shining through every word.

I couldn’t help but smile at the way she got lost in her own thoughts, her cheeks dusted pink when she realized I was simply watching her.

"Don't be, I mean we already saw each other naked", I chuckled. "And I uhm, I really appreciate you Taylor", I said fidgeting with my fingers.

Her eyes lifted, locking with mine. For a moment, everything stilled. The quiet buzz of conversation around us faded, the clinking of plates and cups in the background a distant hum.

It felt as if the universe had condensed into this tiny table, into the space between our hands that sat so close but not quite touching.

The air seemed to thicken, charged with a kind of electricity I’d never felt before. Slowly, tentatively, I reached out, brushing my fingers against hers. Her skin was warm, soft, and as our hands intertwined, a current surged through me that I couldn’t explain.

As we stepped out of the café later that evening, the city’s lights twinkled like stars above us. She glanced dowm at me, her smile soft, and I knew I’d never forget the way she looked in that moment—how the glow of the streetlamp caught her eyes, how she seemed both shy and sure when she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that felt like the start of something extraordinary.

It wasn't near to close, to every sloppy kiss we shared, it felt like the world started stop to spin. For a moment I felt free.

It couldn’t compare to the stolen, breathless kisses we had shared earlier—each one a spark, igniting something wild and untamed within me. But this moment, as her lips met mine beneath the soft glow of the streetlamp, felt different. It was as if the entire world held its breath, time itself pausing to honor what we had found in each other. 

For a fleeting, infinite second, everything fell away—the noise, the chaos, the weight of everything we carried. I felt untethered, as if gravity had released its hold, and for the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt free. Truly, beautifully free.