Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

If not my ex then her Mom(Smut)

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As the night went on, Taylor moved behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her breath against my neck. I leaned back into her, allowing her presence to soothe me, to make me forget everything else.

Her hands rested gently on my hips, fingers just brushing, but it felt intimate. Like she was claiming me without saying a word.

My heart raced, and every part of me felt alive.

Taylor's hands moved with care—no rush, just the softness of someone who knew exactly how to touch, how to make me feel safe. Her fingers slid over my ribs, the fabric of my shirt teasing against my skin, then back down again, resting on my waist.

She guided me with a gentle touch, pulling me closer as we swayed to the music. Every movement was deliberate. Teasing. But comforting.

I tilted my head back slightly, resting it on her shoulder. She didn’t kiss me, not yet. Instead, she brushed her lips lightly over the curve of my neck, making me shiver at the warmth of her touch.

"You feel so good," she whispered, her voice soft but sending a spark through my body.

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t.

I just let myself melt into her, letting her lead our movements. Her thigh slipped between mine, and I instinctively leaned into it, finding comfort in the way she anchored me. Her arms tightened around my waist, a silent promise that I was safe, grounded.

Her fingers brushed under the hem of my shirt, barely touching, sending a jolt of warmth through me. I reached behind me, finding her thigh, pulling her closer, wanting to feel more of her.

She laughed softly in my ear.

"You’re dangerous," I whispered.

Her lips brushed against my neck, slow and tender. "And you’re letting me."

When the song ended, neither of us moved. We stood there, close, our bodies still connected in the crowded space, her breath warm against my ear.

"Come home with me," she said, her voice gentle, inviting, like the most natural thing in the world.

I hesitated, torn. The memories of Callie, the hurt, the betrayal—it all rushed back. But then I remembered the softness in Taylor’s voice, the way she made me feel safe, cherished.

"What if… what if Callie’s there?" I asked quietly, unsure, not turning to look at her.

Taylor didn’t respond right away, her lips grazing my jaw as she whispered, "She’s at Karlie’s tonight. It’s just you and me, I promise."

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and nodded.
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Taylor and I sat at the backseats of an uber. She tilted her head and looked at me. "Nervous?" She chuckled before continuing. "About the fact that you're sitting with a woman in a car who's twice you age?"

My stomach twisted and I looked up into her ocean blue eyes. "A bit." I whispered. Taylor grapped my and and came closer her lips brushing my ear.

"Iam not going to break you."

“But I’m not sure I won’t break myself,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

Taylor stilled. Then she smiled—that slow, knowing smile that made it hard to breathe. Her hand slid up my jaw, tilting my chin so I had no choice but to look at her.

“You are going to break,” she said, voice like velvet over a blade. “But not the way you think.”

She leaned in, lips brushing my cheek, then lower—close to my ear. Her breath was warm, her words hotter.