Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

One hundred and sixty-eight hours (smut)

She ordered an iced caramel latte with nonfat milk, and before we knew it, two hours had passed. Three cafés later, she glanced at the clock, a soft look of surprise crossing her face. 

"We’ve been talking for two hours," she mused, tilting her head slightly. "And I still don’t know your name." 

The way she said it, soft and intimate, made my breath hitch. 

I smiled, leaning in just a little. "Maybe I wanted to keep you guessing." 

She laughed, shaking her head. "Now that would be unfair, don’t you think?" 

For a moment, we just stared at each other, the world outside fading once more. And in that moment, I knew—this wasn’t just a coincidence. This was something more.

"Y/N Y/L/N", I smiled.

"Taylor Swift"; she smiled back.

"So do you live here?" She tilted her head and looked deep into my eyes. "No Iam on vacation", I said. Taylor's lips parted into a smile, which only hid her disappointment.

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I was pressed against the wall of her apartment, my breath catching as her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. The world around us faded, leaving only the heat between us. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine with a tenderness that sent shivers down my spine. Her hand pinned mine above my head, her grip firm yet gentle, while her other hand rested on my waist, pulling me closer. 

We parted briefly, gasping for air, only for Taylor to capture my lips again in a slow, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, a battle for dominance that she easily won, leaving me breathless beneath her touch. 

“Jump,” she murmured against my lips, her voice husky with longing. 

I obeyed, wrapping my legs around her as she held me effortlessly, her hands gripping my thighs. My lips found her neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her skin as she carried me toward her bedroom. The scent of her perfume filled my senses, intoxicating and familiar. 

With careful ease, she lowered me onto the bed, her body settling gently over mine. A soft smile played on her lips as she pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead, then my lips—tender and full of unspoken emotions. Straddling my waist, she brushed a strand of hair from my face, her touch reverent, as if memorizing every inch of me. 

"You're beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with something deeper than desire. 

I reached up, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. "So are you." 

In that moment, it wasn’t just passion that consumed us—it was love. 

Slowly  -to tease me-  she pulled her sweatshirt up, revealing a dark purple lace bra.

I gasped as I saw her beautiful nipples through the lace bra and got a bit up to bit her nipple through the material.

She groaned as she felt my teeth tugging her breast. My hands wandered up her back to unclapse her bra. It slowly slid of her arm and she threw it aside.

She undressed me before going down on me. "Please", I whispered softly. Taylor didn't hesitated to attack my clit with her mouth. Her tongue felt so good.

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We lay tangled between the sheets, our bodies entwined as the warmth of the moment lingered around us. My head rested against her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat as our breathing slowly evened out. The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the window, casting soft shadows over us.