Taylor Swift Imagines || GXG ||

tw: smut; g!p taylor

blowjob
fingering
oral sex
pet names: slut
light dom/sub

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Another day, another boring old meeting that you were forced to attend. Ever since this virus rolled around, all your work had been going on online.

Every day you would get up, take a shower (or sometimes not) and sit down with a cup of coffee to work.

You would stare at your screen blankly, watch your boss spew statistics but nothing really went in your head.

And then there was your girlfriend on the other hand, who was bored out of her mind.

She would be doing the most random things ever.

Rolling around on the couch, being all cute, trying to cut her own hair overnight, or trying out new baking recipes.

The only ones enjoying their time were the cats.

Who seemed really annoyed now that Taylor was around all the time to play with them instead of leaving them alone like they liked.

The thought made you chuckle.

Then there were other things Taylor did to satisfy herself, like distract you while you were working...

Like walking out naked sometimes when you were working, letting you see her morning wood, all ready to be taken.

God.

Or she would decide she wanted to work out right in the middle of the living room, where she knew you could see her.

And she knew you loved seeing her muscles flex, loved seeing her put the work in.

She was way too cocky to not be a man.

But you would fall for it every time either way, eyes raking over her figure, watching as she moved around the house while you're stuck attending a stupid meeting.

Her ways of teasing never went too extreme, knowing you had to work.

But she was feeling particularly needy today.

Taylor wakes up, alone in bed like she always does because you have meetings pretty early in the morning. Which, by the way, she has claimed to be a crime many times.

Either way, she sighs, clutching onto the pillow.

She's pretty sweaty, breath coming out in short pants.

All because of the stupid dream she had.

A dream where she finally had you in her arms, body molded into hers.

Where she owned you, where you weren't stuck at work, where she could just take you.

Where you sat on her face, and gave up complete control to her.

She bites her lip thinking about it. And her cock definitely liked her dream as well.

She looks down, sees it harden under her gaze, throbbing as she thinks about you bobbing on it, taking her so good like you always did.

She has work, Taylor.

Taylor groans frustratedly, burying her head in the pillow.

She really needed to get off, and it was getting pretty tiring always having to do it herself. She needed your hands, your mouth.

She needed to be inside you.

"Jesus," Taylor mumbles to herself, throwing off the bed covers.

She sits up, stretching lightly in the bed. She rubs her eyes, slips on a pair of boxers.